Posted by Civilian Stovik (Science) in Main Sim – Survival of the Fittest - Science

Posted by Civilian Stovik (Science) in Main Sim – Survival of the Fittest - Science

Posted by Lieutenant Selene Kross (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim – Survival of the Fittest - Science
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The bosun’s whistle echoed through the ship. [O]Attention all hands to battle stations. Emergency distress call has been received from the USS Declaration. She is under attack by several Klingon Vessels.[C] Closing the comms, Rende hit another button on her chair that put the ship to red alert.

A moment later, a message came in with orders from the Science station on the bridge. ‘Science is ordered to have sensors checked and refined to attempt to identify areas of cloaked ships and to begin scanning for life signs and casualties as soon as we drop out of warp.’

Cpt. Asam, CO

OOC: Please ignore my request for how to detect cloaked ships. At this point in time, the Klingon’s did not have cloaking technology. That was my mistake for not checking. Please disregard.
Cpt. Asam, CO

” On it, Captain!”

=/\= Kross to Stovik: Triple-check the sensors and check and have them refined to identify Cloaked ships and begin life-sign and casualties scan as soon as were outta warp. Over. =/\=

Selene Kross, Ph.D., M.D.
Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant, Sciences Division // USS Sentinel
Advanced Cryogenic & Environmental Systems

The tone was quiet down in the Science laboratories. They were no less busy than the rest of the ship, but many of NEs and scientists were subdued. Shaken even.

One of their own had died.

Ensign Faorr, a young Tellarite woman, had died during the hull breach. She had been thrown off her feet and smashed her head into the bulkhead. The team rushed her to sickbay as quickly as they could, but the doctors were unable to save her.

There was also Ensign Mendez, stuck in the chemical lab as a fire raged in that compartment. He was in Sickbay right now being treated for extensive burns. He was sedated, but still in critical condition.

Due to the quick thinking of the department, the Xenobiology lab and most of the other compartments had been secured and sealed when the ship-wide system failures first started. Since then, the scientists had been diligently working to undo all those safeguards and prepare the labs to resume normal operations.

The damage control teams had just finished up their overhaul of the chemical lab, making sure the area was safe. That opened up the computer lab for assessment as well. The fire hadn’t reached that space, but there were no personnel inside to secure it. Science Department personnel would need to assess the extent of the damage there to see what could be done.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

The bosun’s whistle and the transition to red alert brought no visible change to Specialist Stovik’s demeanor. Around him, the science laboratories moved with disciplined efficiency despite the lingering weight of recent events. The loss of Ensign Faorr and the injuries suffered by Ensign Mendez remained evident in the subdued expressions of the department’s personnel. Grief was acknowledged. Duty, however, remained.

His combadge chirped. =^= Kross to Stovik: Triple-check the sensors and begin life-sign and casualty scanning as soon as we’re out of warp. Over. =^=

Stovik tapped his combadge. =^= Specialist Stovik acknowledges, Lieutenant. Science will complete sensor verification immediately and prepare long-range life-sign and casualty scanning protocols for execution upon arrival. =^=

He turned toward the main laboratory operations console. “The Chief Science Officer’s orders are clear. Verification of all sensor calibration routines is now the department’s primary priority.”

His fingers moved across the LCARS interface, bringing every scientific sensor subsystem onto the central display. Long-range sensor harmonics, subspace resolution, gravimetric discrimination, electromagnetic filtering, and biofilter sensitivity scrolled rapidly across the screen as automated diagnostic routines were initiated.

“Commence independent verification of each calibration cycle. Confirm all sensor arrays are operating within design tolerances. Any deviation, regardless of magnitude, is to be reported immediately.”

Several scientists acknowledged and dispersed to their assigned workstations.

Stovik paused briefly, regarding the laboratory staff.
“The events of the previous hours have imposed measurable emotional strain upon this department.”
His voice remained calm and even.

“We honor Ensign Faorr most effectively not through inactivity, but through competent execution of our responsibilities. Logic dictates that our continued service contributes directly to the survival of this vessel and those we may yet rescue.” A number of heads slowly lifted.

“Our colleagues entrusted this department with scientific excellence. We shall demonstrate that their confidence was justified.”

Without further ceremony, the subdued atmosphere gave way to renewed purpose as the laboratory personnel returned to their stations with greater focus.

Stovik turned toward one of the civilian research specialists. “Specialist Franks.”

“Yes, sir?”

“The damage control teams have declared the computer laboratory structurally safe. Assemble an assessment team of two personnel equipped with environmental scanners. Conduct a complete survey of the compartment. Determine the operational status of the computer cores, laboratory workstations, power distribution, and data storage systems. Report all findings before any restoration efforts are initiated.”

Franks nodded once. “Understood. We’ll begin immediately.” The pair collected tricorders and environmental monitors before departing toward the computer laboratory.

Returning his attention to the primary console, Stovik continued supervising the sensor diagnostics, directing additional calibration to maximize resolution and reduce background interference from warp field residuals and the expected debris of battle.

When the USS Sentinel emerged from warp, the Science Department would be prepared to provide the bridge with the clearest possible picture of the battlefield and locate survivors requiring immediate assistance.

Stovik
Science Specialist

Lieutenant Selene Kross acknowledged Stovik’s report with a slight nod as the science data populated her console on the bridge. The diagnostics were exactly what she had expected from her senior specialist—methodical, thorough, and leaving nothing to chance.

She tapped her combadge.

=^= Kross to Specialist Stovik. Excellent work. Maintain all sensor calibrations at peak efficiency and keep your teams at full readiness. The moment we drop out of warp, I want continuous full-spectrum scans of the operational area. Prioritize identification of escape pods, lifeboats, emergency transponders, and any lifesigns, Starfleet or otherwise. Coordinate immediately with Tactical and Medical should you detect survivors or potential hazards. =^=

Her eyes remained fixed on the stream of incoming telemetry as the Sentinel continued toward its destination.

=^= I know the Science department is ready when the ship needs it most. Stay sharp, Mr. Stovik. We’ll have only one opportunity to build an accurate picture of what’s waiting for us. Kross out. =^=

Selene Kross, Ph.D., M.D.
Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant, Sciences Division // USS Sentinel
Advanced Cryogenic & Environmental Systems

Stovik acknowledged the transmission without hesitation.

=^= Stovik acknowledges, Lieutenant. Science will maintain continuous sensor readiness. Full-spectrum scanning protocols have been configured and will initiate automatically the moment we return to normal space. =^=

He closed the channel and turned his attention back to the primary science console.

“Maintain calibration lock on all sensor systems,” he instructed evenly. “Do not permit drift beyond established tolerances. Verify biofilter sensitivity and emergency transponder discrimination once more.”

“Aye, sir,” came the response from several stations.

Stovik reviewed the final diagnostic reports as they scrolled across the display.

“Prepare to coordinate all confirmed contacts with Tactical and Medical without delay,” he said. “Our objective is the rapid identification of survivors and hazards. Efficiency will maximize the probability of successful rescue operations.”

With the department focused on its assigned tasks and the final sensor checks underway, Stovik remained at the operations console, silently awaiting the moment the USS Sentinel dropped out of warp and for what the sensors would tell him.

Stovik
Science Specialist

When the Sentinel dropped out of warp, the science team was already queued up and immediately went to work on the sensors. The strikes on the frigate’s shields and subsequent shudders that went through the ship shook some of the crew, but most of the scientists were veterans at this point and maintained their focus.

The data started rolling into the operations console in the General Science Lab, allowing Stovik to see the big picture. Hundreds of sensor contacts started popping up, so many that it would be difficult for most people to parse the data into something meaningful.

Stovik could immediately tell that something was wrong. He saw dozens of contacts for Federation transponders, but they appeared to be multiple contacts for the Declaration, Immelmann, Lagertha, and Pontiac. There also appeared to be sixty or more Klingon vessels moving about, but the contacts dropped in and out as they swooped down upon the Starfleet vessels.

There appeared to be hundreds of life signs scattered throughout the battlespace, many of which matched Federation escape pod beacons. Additionally, the sensors detected debris littering this entire section of space. Based on the basic metallurgical analysis and decaying heat and energy signatures, most of it appeared to be the remnants of destroyed starships.

Given the pre-checks and calibrations Stovik had the department complete while at warp, it was unlikely the Sentinel’s systems were the cause of the duplicate sensor contacts.

The frigate shuddered again, and the overhead lights dimmed briefly as the shields drew more power.

Gamemaster Mal Fet