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Oed V

USS Centurion- Putting Us Through Our Paces

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Cattaneo (Chief of Star Fleet Security) in USS Centurion- Putting Us Through Our Paces

Posted by Lieutenant Hannah Lori Asimina (Asst. Chief Medical Officer) in USS Centurion- Putting Us Through Our Paces

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Cattaneo (Chief of Star Fleet Security) in USS Centurion- Putting Us Through Our Paces
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He let them just soak it in a few moments before opening a ship-wide comm. =/\=All hands, this is the Captain. We’re on our way. It’s a fairly quick jaunt over to the next uninhabited system of Koros where we’ll get in a little target practice in the large asteroid belt. As you know, this is essentially a shakedown cruise, not for the ship, but for us its crew. We’re new to each other and this is a chance to see how we work together, work on the flaws and make sure we’re ready to face whatever might be thrown at us. On Oed we’re often going about our own business, but let’s not forget that we are a part of the first line of defence for four million people. They depend on us and the colonial defence force to keep them safe. The stakes are high for the colony right now, so let’s show them we’re ready. McBride out.”

He allowed the words to settle in before he rose from his chair. “Woods, you have the bridge.”

McBride turned to the mystery man. “Commander, join me, will you?” he said, before heading into the small ready room.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Mark nodded. “Aye sir. I have the conn.” Pushing off from the Science station he padded over to the center seat and parked himself there. New to the Centurion, he could appreciate the vessel. A few months ago he would have been nervous, on-edge perhaps, about taking responsibility for the Centurion. But after the events of the Viking’s last voyage, he was more comfortable here. This wasn’t his first rodeo. Or even the fifth. But more than that, those had been terrible circumstances. This, by comparison, should be a milk run.

Tiberius was excited about firing practice. This will allow him to test his skills as a tactical officer as well as see what this ship can really do, both from a weapons standpoint along with a maneuverability of the Centurion. This was his first time on the ship but he knew some about what everything was about the ship, especially from its weapon systems, but always seeing things in person was a different story than just reading and studying about. He would enjoy the flight along with making sure everything was in tip top shape when the training began.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo,
SFCOS


An hour later, the comms picked up a signal. It was a distress call.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Tiberius began running a scan in the surrounding area to keep an eye on things and see if anything was out an about. He wanted to make sure and be prepared for anything. One never knew what might be out there. He also was running a quick diagnostic on the weapons and shields in order to verify everything would work as expected when needed. He always liked to be prepared and verify things were good to go when needed. He never wanted to be seen as if he had his pants down, when needing something related to protecting the vessel he was running Main Tactical from. Tiberius continued to monitor everything and keep an eye on the diagnostic running.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo
COS/CTO

NE Baker spoke up from the comm station, “Captain we’re receiving a distress call. Putting it on audio.” He tapped the controls so the bridge could hear it.

NE Baker, Comms

“Commander,” Woods corrected, but with a smile. It wasn’t hard to feel the nerves and the excitement on the ship. The tactical officer was almost vibrating at his station. Oh, to be that young and exuberant again. “Let’s hear it, mister Baker.”

Tiberius looked up from his station when he heard Baker say something about a distress call. He was very curious to hear what was going on. He had just seen the diagnostic was completed and all systems were ready to go in case of a firefight. He was ready for hopefully anything coming at him but knew fighting was always the last resort. He waited to hear the distress call.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo
SFCOS

A distress call couldn’t be that bad. But then again, he’d thought kind of the same thing about a mysterious message from a distant contact in deep space. Please tell me that this is just a simple emergency, he begged silently to whatever deity might be listening. Meanwhile he reached down and tapped the armchair controls and tapped out a message to send with priority to Captain McBride.

=^=PICKING UP DISTRESS CALL. UPDATES TO FOLLOW.=^=

Lt Cmdr Woods, CSFSO

||This is a gen- … -tress call. … crash … five moons. We’re… los- life support. Archie not.... well. I repeat… this… a general… call.||

Woods frowned. “Baker, see if you can clean that up, and get us any carrier data on the source.”

“Aye, Sir,” Baker replied automatically. He was already working on it. Filtering static and trying to get the sensors to pick up details from the ship and hone in on the exact frequency of the signal and boost power to the comm relays.

NE Baker

A few moments later, McBride stepped out onto the bridge. “Report.”

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Mark stood to vacate the chair. “Distress call. The transmission is broken and garbled. Seeing if we can clean it up. From what I could hear, it sounds like they crashed somewhere nearby, potentially around a celestial body with five moons. I am having NE Baker try to clean it up, and see if they were transmitting transponder data.” He paused for half a second. “I can check star charts in the meantime,” he offered.

Lt Cmdr Woods, CSFSO

McBride nodded. “Please do.”

Baker’s efforts seemed to help as the message replayed, though there was still a fair bit of interference and they would have to strain to hear the words clearly, though most were now audible. ||This is a general distress call. Our small research vessel crashed at a gas giant with five moons in the Yalk-… We’re stuck… losing life support. Archie has a head wound and is not well well. I repeat, this is the Research Vessel Sutaane and this is a general distress call.||

Of the systems nearest to them, two had a gas giant with multiple moons: The Iirroun System and the Yalkrin System.

Markus listened to the message even as he started pulling info from the latest survey data. The partial transmission narrowed it down fast, with the Yalkrin system seeming to be the winner from context clues. “Looks like Yalkrin is the system.” He frowned, pulling up what data was available on the gas giant. - Mass, gravity, orbital period, rotational period, atmospheric composition, atmospheric pressure, anything they had on it’s system of moons, and of course distance. He fed the star map onto the view screen to give them a God’s-Eye view of their potential destination while starting to crunch some numbers in his head.

Fingers dancing over the displays he focused the sensor arrays toward the system and widened the bandwidth to see if he could pick up anything beyond background cosmic radiation.

Lt Cmdr Woods, CSFSO

McBride frowned. “Civilian ship?” he asked, looking over to Cattaneo.

Captain McBride, CO

Tiberius saw the glance from Captain McBride and went ahead and began the scan of the ship. He expected the result to return to be a civilian ship but you never knew. Sometimes, enemies were known to request help being a “civilian ship” but not actually being that. He continued to look at the display until the results of the scan confirmed or denied the ship being a civilian ship.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo
COS

Baker kept working at the signal even though they had a good deal more to work with now. “Captain, do you wish me to try and connect with them or send a reply?”

NE Baker, comms

OOC: How does getting scan results of a ship work when we are a PRSIM? Is that something I make up or what?

Clayton

((I believe this is Linds’ Dog and Pony show, acting as GM for the time being. Best we can do for now is wait for confirmation. I offered to draft up a couple star systems, but I never got the green light on it from her. – Sam H ))

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