06-19-2025, 06:45 PM
The ship had shifted, Art believed old sailors had called it “keening”, and it forced her to put a hand out to the wall to brace herself. Art did not like not being in control, and here she had no idea what was going on out there, and moreso, did not entirely trust the pilot flying them through it.
“Chertstone…” She muttered, his voice a curse on her lips. But she shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on what was happening in the here-and-now, in her department. Typing in the sequence of buttons that would show her their shield strength, Art was first relieved to see that strength was at 100%, but then panicked to see what had gone offline.
“Hello! Sensors!” Art said loudly, as if they could hear her and pop back on to say, ‘Hi, sorry!’. Pressing more buttons to refresh the computer interface, she turned to Gary and Jessy. “Are we glitching? Or is that accurate?” She barked at them.
It was not them, but Alden who answered her. Alden, who had been sent into the fire with her, who had also pulled a body back out, only to find that they were gone. “Chief!” He called out now, from a little ways across the room. “I think we’re losing containment over the hull breach. Force fields are… faltering, maybe offline. Sensors just dropped. It’s… it's where. There's people down there.”
“So it’s not just this station.” Was her response, ignoring the icons and readouts that were now flashing back up on the screen. She looked like she wanted to curse. She felt like it, too. The readouts from Engineering showed the power to the warp drive wildly fluctuating, as well as an open maintenance hatch that -if Art was correct- was only opened when the ship was docked.
“Security to Engineering!” She said harshly, calling out into the ether, knowing (or hoping?) the computer would send the communiqué through. “We’ve lost external sensors, but I’m hoping you have a better tie-in, we’ve just got an alert that there’s a maintenance hatch open on the starboard impulse engine?!” A quick look to Alden to assure him that she was going to ask, “And what about internal force fields? Did we lose those too?”
It wasn’t yelling, but it certainly was forceful, demanding. Something weird was happening, and Art suspected it wasn’t a series of accidents. And if she found out that someone had purposely tried to harm this crew, this Klingon would make sure their blood would run.
==GM: Just a little ask to see if sensors have flickered again and said everything’s all right? What little spatial anomaly is outside/around the ship now?==
“Chertstone…” She muttered, his voice a curse on her lips. But she shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on what was happening in the here-and-now, in her department. Typing in the sequence of buttons that would show her their shield strength, Art was first relieved to see that strength was at 100%, but then panicked to see what had gone offline.
“Hello! Sensors!” Art said loudly, as if they could hear her and pop back on to say, ‘Hi, sorry!’. Pressing more buttons to refresh the computer interface, she turned to Gary and Jessy. “Are we glitching? Or is that accurate?” She barked at them.
It was not them, but Alden who answered her. Alden, who had been sent into the fire with her, who had also pulled a body back out, only to find that they were gone. “Chief!” He called out now, from a little ways across the room. “I think we’re losing containment over the hull breach. Force fields are… faltering, maybe offline. Sensors just dropped. It’s… it's where. There's people down there.”
“So it’s not just this station.” Was her response, ignoring the icons and readouts that were now flashing back up on the screen. She looked like she wanted to curse. She felt like it, too. The readouts from Engineering showed the power to the warp drive wildly fluctuating, as well as an open maintenance hatch that -if Art was correct- was only opened when the ship was docked.
“Security to Engineering!” She said harshly, calling out into the ether, knowing (or hoping?) the computer would send the communiqué through. “We’ve lost external sensors, but I’m hoping you have a better tie-in, we’ve just got an alert that there’s a maintenance hatch open on the starboard impulse engine?!” A quick look to Alden to assure him that she was going to ask, “And what about internal force fields? Did we lose those too?”
It wasn’t yelling, but it certainly was forceful, demanding. Something weird was happening, and Art suspected it wasn’t a series of accidents. And if she found out that someone had purposely tried to harm this crew, this Klingon would make sure their blood would run.
==GM: Just a little ask to see if sensors have flickered again and said everything’s all right? What little spatial anomaly is outside/around the ship now?==