Io venni in loco d'ogne luce muto,
che mugghia come fa mar per tempesta,
se da contrari venti è combattuto.
che mugghia come fa mar per tempesta,
se da contrari venti è combattuto.
I came into a place void of all light,
which bellows like the sea in tempest,
when it is combated by warring winds.
which bellows like the sea in tempest,
when it is combated by warring winds.
(Dante Alighieri - The Inferno)
[Shuttle Bellatora Fortis]
Ah, well. If they were going to go out, they might as well do so on their own terms. And although at this juncture, with the beast's injured underbelly so close and a silent fury consuming her from within, Sakarra would have liked nothing better than to find new and creative ways to disassemble a D'Deridex, she was painfully aware of her crewmates in the hold and Cyrin's dark eyes resting on her with a mix of dread and hope.
The shuttle's nose tilted downwards and the young Vulcan engaged the warp engines, which to her mild surprise responded immediately. Thankfully, they did so 0.4 seconds after the dampeners reasserted themselves at 82% capacity, or this would have become a rather messy affair. Some thuds, followed by grunts and muffled curses from the hold however told Sakarra, that 82% had not been quite sufficient to avoid some bumps and bruises in the Fortis' crowded interior.
For precisely 2.6 seconds, they raced through subspace in a somewhat odd variation of the Picard maneuver. But when they dropped out of their brief warp-jump, they were still at least 8000 kilometers short of the nebula in which Sakarra had hoped they could hide.
How very inconvenient.
How very inconvenient.
Well, logically, if all else failed…
"I believe the term is 'hold on'."
Some more quite innovative colorful metaphors, along with variations of "What, again?" and "NOW she tells me" answered the young Vulcan's words, but her attention was fixed on the console.
Survivability of lowering inertia dampeners and engaging engines at precisely this ratio….
Acceptable.
"I believe the term is 'hold on'."
Some more quite innovative colorful metaphors, along with variations of "What, again?" and "NOW she tells me" answered the young Vulcan's words, but her attention was fixed on the console.
Survivability of lowering inertia dampeners and engaging engines at precisely this ratio….
Acceptable.
Tumbling and swerving like a mortally wounded bird, the Bellatora Fortis entered the Yy`a nebula, displacing green and gold swirls as she went.
"Any sign of pursuit, Ensign?"
The air was getting quite thin and warm by now, almost to the point of reaching a Vulcan's comfort level. Unfortunately, everyone else on board would not appreciate these conditions.
"Any sign of pursuit, Ensign?"
The air was getting quite thin and warm by now, almost to the point of reaching a Vulcan's comfort level. Unfortunately, everyone else on board would not appreciate these conditions.
After they dropped out of warp, all the systems went spastic. And with only two working EPS conduits left, Cyrin wouldn't be able to reroute anything. The one thing he was able to bring back online was the CO2 scrubbers. "Well, no sign of pursuit. However I find I may have to square peg it a bit." He mentioned as he began trying to divert all the systems to the EPS conduit…but unfortunately one of them blew under the stress. "1 EPS conduit remaining. I hope no one minds Zero-G for awhile." He said watching something float in front of him. "Lieutenant we have plenty of power now, just no way to use it. If I attempt what I just did one more time we will have no conduits remaining. However, I am going to have to take something off line soon otherwise it will blow." He said frustrated with the situation they were in.
Dylan held on as the shuttle rocked and evaded the warbird. "This is fun." He said aloud. One thing was for sure this assignment had never been dull, and this mission certainly did not disappoint.
"Ensign, I am not certain what else we might be able to take offline, seeing as we are already 'dead in the nebula' so to speak. However, I fully agree with your assessment that we should attempt to realign our pegs."
Sakarra could not help but notice that aside from the Security Chief, who thus far had taken their troubles with astonishingly good humor, everyone on board exhibited varying signs of exasperation.
Quite understandable, all things considered.
Sakarra could not help but notice that aside from the Security Chief, who thus far had taken their troubles with astonishingly good humor, everyone on board exhibited varying signs of exasperation.
Quite understandable, all things considered.
The young Vulcan secured one of her hairpins with a brief, thoughtful motion and then elegantly slid out of her seat, pushing off towards the crowded hold. While zero G was not precisely an ideal working environment, one could consider it a minor inconvenience compared to being trapped by a hostile warbird.
"If you would please monitor our power flow, I shall attempt to improvise a new EPS conduit for life support and propulsion."
Two of the armored marines managed to get out of the floating Vulcan's way, but two others simply had nowhere to go.
"Mister Warren. I am gratified to see you well. However, it is imperative that I access this panel behind you. Do you believe it is possible to rearrange your current position?"
"If you would please monitor our power flow, I shall attempt to improvise a new EPS conduit for life support and propulsion."
Two of the armored marines managed to get out of the floating Vulcan's way, but two others simply had nowhere to go.
"Mister Warren. I am gratified to see you well. However, it is imperative that I access this panel behind you. Do you believe it is possible to rearrange your current position?"
Brent looked at the man next to him and nodded. The two of them suddenly fell to the floor like they had gravity. The loud clank hit the floor as their magnetic boots engaged. Brent and the private moved away from the console leaving it open for Sakarra to do whatever it was she had planned on going. "Nice to see you too. Although I think we're cursed. Whenever I see you EPS conduits seem to blow out unexpectedly and in large quantities."
Sakarra favored the tall marine with an amusedly raised brow before prying the access panel loose "Indeed there appears to be a statistical trend. One can only hope it will not culminate in a warp core breach."
Floating between the two men whose boots firmly secured them to the floor, the young Vulcan felt her hips and legs brush against more armor, as other members of the marine team tried to rearrange themselves around her small frame.
Despite a certain measure of discomfort that such close quarters naturally produced in someone with a Vulcan's sensitivity to touch, she found herself much less unsettled than one might expect.
"Hm."
Well, apart from the fact that the transporter circuits were fused, they really did not need those now. So if one pulled the power couplings and shunted them through…
"Ensign Dicari, I believe we shall defy probability and attempt to not 'blow out' this junction. Still, it might be prudent to increase power flow at 2% increments only until basic life support has been reestablished."
Floating between the two men whose boots firmly secured them to the floor, the young Vulcan felt her hips and legs brush against more armor, as other members of the marine team tried to rearrange themselves around her small frame.
Despite a certain measure of discomfort that such close quarters naturally produced in someone with a Vulcan's sensitivity to touch, she found herself much less unsettled than one might expect.
"Hm."
Well, apart from the fact that the transporter circuits were fused, they really did not need those now. So if one pulled the power couplings and shunted them through…
"Ensign Dicari, I believe we shall defy probability and attempt to not 'blow out' this junction. Still, it might be prudent to increase power flow at 2% increments only until basic life support has been reestablished."
With an apologetic look towards the marine Lieutenant, she placed her hand on his shoulder to move herself away from the conduit - at least as far as possible, in case random chance decided to not operate in their favor.
Judging from the rapid drop in oxygen concentration on board, the consequences would be quite unfortunate in either case.
Judging from the rapid drop in oxygen concentration on board, the consequences would be quite unfortunate in either case.
"I hope you know what you are doing." Cyrin said not being disrespectful, but a hint of warning and concern in his voice as he waited for people to move away. "Increasing power by one percent increments," he stated starting low to see what the affect would be. "So far so good, increasing to one point fiver percent increments, life support is at three percent capacity." Slowly he continued to increase the power, "We are two percent increments with life support at ten percent capacity and rising." He crossed his fingers mentally as he maintained the flow of power, hoping…praying.
"Let's hope. EPS conduits just piss off officers and inconvenience people. Core breaches tend to inflict long term problems on those around them," Brent said as the little Vulcan began to work on the conduits and relayed her findings to the other fleet officer that the Lieutenant had not seen before. He held his position as Sakarra used him as a push off point to gain momentum before he realized what he should be doing.
He reached to his armor and unstrapped a unusual looking belt from around his waist. "I should have thought of this earlier. Anyone need to not be weightless to affect repairs faster? It should last for a while," he looked at Sakarra then at the other fleet officers.
[To Be continued...]
Commander Dylan Marcus
Chief Security Officer
&
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
&
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
&
1st Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS Charon
