Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (Gamemaster) in Engineering
The moment stability locked in, Engineering went from chaos… to something far more complex.

The deck plating no longer shuddered. The violent harmonic feedback that had threatened to tear systems apart simply ceased. But in its place came a new reality—one that made far less sense by conventional standards.

Power flow stabilized… then rerouted itself.

Without command input, EPS conduits began carrying energy along pathways that did not exist moments before—junctions appearing as valid routes in the system, as though the ship itself had rewritten its internal architecture to match the Shiarian frame.

Consoles updated in real time:

HARMONIC INTERFERENCE: 0%
SYSTEM INTEGRATION: NON-STANDARD
STRUCTURAL STRESS: NEGLIGIBLE

Around the compartment, junior engineers—NCOs and NEs alike—hesitated for just a fraction too long before resuming work. One ensign at a diagnostic station pulled their hands back as the console updated itself without input, eyes widening.

“Sir… I didn’t reroute that,” they said, voice tight, half turning to a senior officer. “It just… did it.”

Another NE crouched beside an open panel snapped their tricorder shut, then reopened it immediately, as if expecting a different answer.

“I’m reading conduits where there shouldn’t be any,” they muttered. “Or—no, they’re there, but they weren’t there before…”

Warp core output flattened into a perfectly smooth curve—no fluctuation, no variance. It wasn’t being pushed or regulated in the traditional sense.

It was being held.

A secondary layer of data began to bleed into Engineering displays—external, but integrated. Not Federation. Not Starfleet.

Shiarian.

One of the younger crew actually took a step back from their console as the foreign data aligned seamlessly with Starfleet systems.

“…it’s talking to us,” they said under their breath, not quite fear, not quite awe.

Field geometry, structural harmonics, even inertial damping—everything began syncing to a shared baseline. The ship wasn’t just stable.

It was part of a larger system.

Then came the realization.

The Merrimack was no longer maintaining its own structural integrity alone.

It was being supported—subtly, continuously—by the same “anchor” that held the corridor outside.

Engineering readouts confirmed it:

EXTERNAL STRUCTURAL SUPPORT: ACTIVE
ANCHOR LINK: STABLE

A Petty Officer at the master systems board let out a low whistle before catching themselves and straightening.

“We’re not compensating anymore,” they said, glancing to their superior. “We’re… riding it.”

For the first time since entering the Expanse, the ship was not fighting the environment.

It was being carried through it.

But one warning persisted, quiet but constant:

DISENGAGEMENT RISK: UNKNOWN

And more than one junior engineer found themselves glancing at that line… longer than they wanted to.

The Petty Officer stepped to the bulkhead and tapped the comm panel, casting one last glance at the now-stable readouts.

[O] “ Giles to Lieutenant M’Mera… sir, Engineering is reporting full stabilization. Systems are holding—actually performing above previous parameters.” He hesitated, eyes flicking back to the warning line that refused to clear. “However, we are receiving a persistent alert: Disengagement risk unknown. Requesting orders, sir.”[O]

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

Rana HAD to get off the bridge. He had been nowhere else since he came aboard it seemed. The bridge had grown too crowded. Too stuffy and too intense.

He had to get away and go anywhere really. It didn’t really matter. He didn’t know what exactly had driven him to engineering other than the fact that he had yet to see

the place on the ship that he was expected to be the number two on. So, while he had found himself in the vicinity he thought he would check in and be able to tell the captain something if he were asked about his walk.

He strolled into engineering half expecting to see things a mess. The opposite seemed to be the case. He saw all the readings on the equipment on the engineering panels showing what was basically happening ship wide. He only saw one person standing about with a somewhat confused look. Rana could certainly feel for him.

Rana Singh Number One