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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
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!
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