Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Engineering Cascade Failure

Posted by Ensign Jova Kiwa (Engineering) in Main Sim: Engineering Cascade Failure

Posted by EvilJen (DDoSFEO) in Main Sim: Engineering Cascade Failure
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OOC: Moving this here Russ so we can focus on your engineering work.

His specialty was in starship systems, and environmental controls, but the warp core issues kind of took the focus at the moment. Jova had fire suppression equipment in hand as he attempted to deal with the explosions. In a way, that was controlling the environment, but the klaxons, the explosions and the chaos was continuing.

He was used to working under pressure, he was used to working on engines under pressure, but not like this. But, he wasn’t about to lose his head. His many times great ancestor, Joel Kiwa would have faced similar as a Lighthorseman on the battlefields of WWI and he survived, and Jova was determined to survive this.

Jova opened a panel, ran a scan to see if he could find a source of the systems cascade failure and warp core shut down and kept his eyes on the panel of his diagnostic toolkit. “Come on, Sentinel,” he said softly as he waited for any results, “Don’t let me down, girl. We’ve got a long ride ahead and I need you running true.”

Ensign Jova Kiwa, Engineering, USS Sentinel
“Mount up and Make it Sing”

The core is currently flickering with an unnatural greenish-orange corona, and alarms are blaring. The temperature in the core and the room is rising, and the air smells of ozone and overheated circuitry. Engineering stations line the walls, their displays showing cascading system failures. Several crew members are working frantically at the stations, while others are attempting emergency repairs on the plasma conduits. The main console is dark — Chief Engineer is missing.

Jova’s scanner showed that the plasma conduit junction he was looking at was weakened - deliberately. The magnetic containment regulators in the panel also showed signs of tampering.

EvilJen, DDoSFEO

The unnatural greenish-orange glow of the warp core reflected in Jova’s eyes, a stark contrast to the red alert strobes painting the engineering deck. The heat was already oppressive, thick with the acrid scent of ozone and melting polymers. He firmly planted his boots on the deck plates, shifting his weight instinctively to spare his bad left knee the worst of the ship’s shuddering vibrations. At the very least, the rising temperature in the room was keeping the join from stiffening up.

He lowered his scanner, his jaw setting, as he read the results of the scan. This wasn’t just a cascade failure … sabotage? But who? Klingons or Romulans, maybe. And where was the chief? Injured or kidnapped or dead? His idle speculation wouldn’t help at the moment, instead he had to focus on the task at hand.

Jova hefted the heavy fire seppression canister he’d been using to beat back the spot fires. If he could lower the temperature inside the open panel housing the tampered magnetic containment regulators, he could get his hands inside without losing skin. It was his hope that a short, controlled burst of cyro-foam would drop the temperature of the superheated metals sufficiently to arrest the melting of the duotronic relays.

Looking up through the smoke and chaos, Jova caught sight of Lieutenant Jilva.

“Lieutenant Jilva!” Jova called out, pitching his voice to carry over the blaring klaxons without losing his composure. The last thing he wanted to do was cause further panic. But at the same time the Lieutenant needed to know what he’d found. He gestured urgently toward his station, his tone steady, his expression concerned. “I’ve got a weakened plasma conduit junction here, and, well you should see this.”

Jilva passed off the work he was doing to the NE beside him and hurried over.

Once Jilva reached his station, Jova continued, “the readings show that the magnetic containment regulators have been deliberately tampered with.” He looked straight at the Lieutenant, “We’ve got sabotage. Targeted sabotage.”

He pointed his hydro-spanner at the sparking panel, “I’ve used the fire suppression tools to hopefully reduce the temperature in it so I don’t lose my hands to the heat. Assuming it works, I can use a manual bypass on the relays here to try and restore the magnetic interlocks, but I’ll need someone to reroute the primary plasma flow to the secondary EPS grid while I do it to relieve the pressure. What do you reckon? You up for it?”

“Up for it or not, we’ve got to do it. We’ve got to get the engine stabilized. Let’s do it.” They were going to have to shut everything down and check every inch of the ship.”

Jova shot a quick glance at the dark main console where the Chief should have been as he waited for the temperature to reduce to a safeish level before diving in. “Lieutenant, with the Chief missing and confirmed sabotage on the core, the Bridge needs to know we’ve got a hostile situation down here. Do you want to make the call, or should I?”

“I’ve got it,” Jilva said. He hit the comm panel beside him. [O]Engineering to bridge. Captain, the Sentinel has been sabotaged. We’re trying to get the core shut down.[C]

Not wanting the situation to worsen, Jova grabbed a heavy physical bypass cable from his toolkit and leaned over the panel, ready to go when the lieutenant either confirmed his plan or had another solution. He looked at Jilva and waited for the go ahead … and hoped the temperature was sufficiently cooled for his hands to survive.

Ensign Jova Kiwa, Engineering, USS Sentinel
“Mount up and Make it Sing”

OOC: Thanks, EvilJen, hopefully I’ve sufficiently backtracked from TNG to TOS/SNW techs.

The coolant worked but Jova would need a cloth to cover his hands or still get burned, but it could be done. Jilva nodded, “Get it done Ensign.” He stood by monitoring the consoles and Jova as chaos ripped around them.

Jova nodded, snatching a heavy thermal cloth from his kit to wrap around his hands before wrestling with the thick EPS shunt cables. They were essentially heavy-duty magnetic flux-couplers; the 23rd-century equivalent of jump leads; designed to force a raw physical connection past the fried duotronic circuitry.

“Rerouting now, Lieutenant. Match my flow rate!” he called out, clamping the heavy metal grips onto the exposed induction nodes.

“Matching!” Jilva called over the chaos.

He grunted as a jolt of static feedback bit through his makeshift insulation, but he held the clamps firm.

As Jova worked the whole ship shuttered violently. The force knocked people off their feet. Steam and smoke billowed. =/\=HULL BREACH DECK 9 SECTION 1 HULL BREACH DECK 9 SECTION 1=/\=

Cpt. Asam, CO

Jilva was rocked, having to take his hand off the control to keep from falling. He reached back for the controls before the power backlashed into Jova. It wasn’t a difficult procedure, but it was delicate. If they rushed it the blow, if they went too slow it would back lash. “There! We’ve got it!” Slowly the rates evened out allowing the flow to bypass the damage and move down the line.

Deck 9, section 1, Jova thought, gripping the console tight to stay upright as the deck pitched violently beneath him, racking his mind for the ship’s schematics, Galley, Crew Lounge, Sickbay, Morgue, CMO and CSO offices, and the General Biology Lab.

He couldn’t afford to lose focus on the delicate physical bypass in his hands, or the whole ship would be joining Section 1. He tightened the clamps, fighting the shuddering deck plates.

“Lieutenant!” Jova shouted over the wailing klaxons, keeping his eyes locked firmly on the sparking relays. “I don’t know exactly what’s in Section 1 of that Deck, but I do know it contains Medical, Science, and the Crew Lounge. Can you get someone to confirm the exact breach location and ensure the emergency bulkheads have dropped? I need to keep this bypass stable!”

Then, seemingly to the ship itself, he added, “we’re counting on you girl, get us through this, and I’ll personally make sure the railings around the warp core shine brighter than they’ve ever shone before.”

Ensign Jova Kiwa, Engineering, USS Sentinel
“Mount up and Make it Sing”

“That’s the mess and recreation hall,” Jilva said. “Gilva!” The Bolian woman turned, “Did the emergency bulkheads engage?” She stumbled toward the panel. “No, only partially deployed…”

[O]Engineering, this is Chef Gorshin. I’ve sealed the recreation room. Bulkheads didn’t fully engage. But the main door is sealed.[C]

EvilJen, DDoSFEO

Hearing the title ‘Chef’ cut through the noise of the engineering deck like a knife. Jova’s mind flashed instantly to his own father on Earth, working a busy kitchen on the outskirts of Brisbane. A cold knot of dread formed in his stomach as he thought about how many crew members might have been in the middle of a meal when the hull blew.

But he shoved the thought aside. He couldn’t help anyone if he froze. And if that door gave way. He turned his head to look at the environmental controls near the relays, and then at his hands.

“Lieutennat,” Jova said, unwrapping the thermal cloth from his aching hands, now that the bypass flow was stable. He stepped back from the relays and turned to the environmental controls interface, something he had focused on in the academy, and he drew on his training as he brought up the interface he needed to access. “My specialty was environmental controls, Lieutenant. A standard door isn’t rated to hold back a vacuum if the bulkheads are jammed. The pressure differential between the mess hall and the corridor is going to tear that seal apart.”

As he spoke, his fingers flew across the duotronic interface, pulling up the environmental grid for Deck 9. “I’m going to drop the atmospheric pressure and lower the temperature in the corridor directly outside the mess hall to point-eight atmospheres. It’ll get a bit then and chilly out there for anyone standing by, but it’ll reduce the structural strain on the door’s magnetic seals and buy us time to allow the bulkheads to be manually engaged.”

He looked over at Jilva, seeking the nod to execute the command. “Should we let Chef Gorshin know we’re reinforcing the seal from down here, and to expect a severe chill? I know that if my dad was in the chef’s apron down there, he’d want to know.”

Ensign Jova Kiwa, Engineering, USS Sentinel
“Mount up and Make it Sing”

OOC: I took the opportunity to add Rick’s character into the tags for this thread as well.

Jilva hit the comms, [O]Acknowledged Chef. We’re going to be reinforcing the seal from here. Prepare for environmental temperature drops. Clear the area.[C] There was a brief reply from Gorshin and then the comms were quiet.

Jova made the necessary changes to the atmospheric pressure and temperatures in the corridor outside of the mess hall.

Jova along with the rest of the engineering teams were able to identify the areas of sabotage that had caused the cascade failures. It would take time, but they would get it fixed. The temporary measures sealed the hull breach until a team could get down there and unjam the emergency bulkhead and seal it into place.

OOC: This is ends our sim. Jeremy, our GMT, will be posting a thread for you guys soon. Feel free to write out repairs and other details until he has that up and going for you.

Cpt. Asam, CO

OOC: Awesome! Thanks for keeping us entertained in between missions, Jen, I look forward to working with Rick in responding to Jeremy’s plans.

IC: Jova packed away his equipment into his engineering kit, and decided to dispose of the used thermal insulator cloth. The words of his maternal grandmother, Garm Hart returned to him in that moment, Clear as you go, muddle makes more muddle.

Ensign Jova Kiwa, Engineering, USS Sentinel
“Mount up and Make it Sing”