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USS Eagle, NCC 2185

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Title: A Dark and Smokey Ship, Unstoffe's Log, Stardate 200110.21
Location: Rigellian Star Adventurer
Setting:  A passageway somewhere amidships

He was certain there were less preferable beam-in sites, but was having trouble imaging one at the moment. The ship's emergency lighting did little more that cast a hazy gloom to the smoke that swirled about their heads. The XO ordered the away team to don respirators. Cadet Unstoffe quickly complied while crouching down to try and get out of the smoke. As far as he could tell, they were about as close to no where as you could get on the ship. Engineering was somewhere aft of them. Ensign Ralph had headed in that direction almost immediately after beam-in to try and restore the ship's life support systems.

Unstoffe scanned the area. His tricorder registered several fading life signs behind a hatch directly in front of him. He motioned to the XO and tried to open the hatch. It remained resolutely shut.

"Do you need to blow the hatch with your phaser?" the XO inquired from over Unstoffe's shoulder.

"Don't want to use a phaser since we don't know if these gases are explosive," Unstoffe replied, wondering if the XO had inhaled too deeply before donning his respirator.

"[BEEP]! I should have thought of that!" he replied quickly.

Searching, Unstoffe found the panel to access the manual override on the door and released the lock. The hatch slid open and a thick, black billow of smoke poured into the passageway. Using a combination of tricorder scans and bumping in the dark, the XO and Unstoffe located the beings whose life signs he had detected behind the hatch. A precious few still lived and were beamed directly to the Eagle for medical care.

While the XO and Cadet Cochran continued to search for survivors, Unstoffe decided to try and make it to the bridge. Crawling to stay below the dense cloud of smoke and see as far ahead as possible, he uses his tricorder to scan for fires. It isn't long before the tricorder confirms what the steadily rising temperature made him suspect. He was crawling directly towards the heart of the inferno! Pausing, he recalls a map of the liner onto the tricorder display. Feverishly, he searches for an alternate route to the bridge that will avoid turning him into a Norwegian barbeque. Finally, he locates a potential path. He worries that the schematics are only for this class of ship. Civilian ship's are notorious for variations from class norms. Passenger liners are the worst. Owners are always tinkering with the designs to make them "unique" to attract customers. The path on his tricorder could just as easily take him to the Bahamarama Lounge as it could the bridge, but it was the only information he had.

After crawling a few more yards, he stopped again with an idea. Grabbing the communicator off his belt, he hailed the Eagle,

"Unstoffe to transporter chief, can you beam me from here to the ship's bridge?"

"Too risky," the salty chief replied, "don't want to scramble you boy."

Unstoffe resumed his crawl, cursing himself for such a rookie mistake. "No wonder the beam-in site was so lousy," he thought, "if the bridge was clear of interference we would have landed there." So far the new path was working. The temperature was going down and the map had been accurate. After an eternity of crawling, he came to an emergency bulkhead which had obviously deployed during the casualty. Carefully feeling his way around, he discovered the access hatch and opened it.

He bounded through followed by gust of the noxious cloud that had clogged the corridor on the opposite side of the hatch. The hatch sealed itself as soon as Unstoffe was through. On this side the air was clear except for what he had brought with him. Standing up, he rushed down the passageway towards the bridge. The door to the bridge was shut. Pulling out his tricorder, Unstoffe scans for conditions on the bridge. The readings are confused, but indicate a viable atmosphere. Using manual override, he opens the door and enters.

The bridge is a scene of total destruction. A support beam has crashed from the overhead and splits the room like a knife. Most of the control panels are sparking wildly and the bodies of the bridge crew lie prostrate at their posts. Small fires burn in various parts of the compartment producing most of the light. Despite his concern for the crew, Unstoffe realizes that the first priority must be the ship. If he can't activate some emergency systems, any other survivors will almost surely perish. He dodges debris and shields himself from a rain of sparks on his way to the engineering station. Remarkably, it is in working order. With a few quick finger movements, he calls up the ship's status. There is a fire in an aft compartment (he knew that!), a hull breach starting on deck 18, shield emitters were down, the comms array off line and a large radiation leak on decks 9-12 amongst other less serious damage. He immediately activated the fire suppression system in the aft compartments.

"Unstoffe to Eagle, I am on the bridge. The crew is dead or incapacitated. I have activated the fire suppression system," he reported via his communicator.

Returning his attention to the panel, he strengthen the structural integrity field on deck 18 to stem the hull breach and attempted to vent the radiation leak. The latter attempt failed, but overall, the condition of the ship was stabilizing. Ensign Ralph had restored life support systems, the fires were out and a hull breach averted. He therefore turned his attention to the crew.

The captain and helmsman were barely hanging on to life and the rest of the bridge crew was dead. Unstoffe did the best he could to stabilize them and requested immediate medical assistance. The interference on the bridge was still too strong to beam them to the Eagle. In the meantime, Captain Kematsoupoulus ordered him to transmit all logs and sensor data to the Eagle.

Using his tricorder, Unstoffe downloaded the data from the ship's systems. He had to attempt it several times because the bridge systems were unstable. Finally, he captured all that was available, but was not very confident on its quality. Regardless, he used his communicator to transfer the data to the Eagle. Moments later a medical team arrived and Unstoffe made the trek back to the beam-in point to await his return to the Eagle.

Shortly after his arrival, he discovered a pleasant surprise. He was now an Ensign!

Hail the Captain of the USS Eagle

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