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Title: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel/ Admiral Jackson EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 19, 2014, 10:52:23 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626hrs
Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

TAG: Will
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 19, 2014, 11:17:16 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

TAG: Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 20, 2014, 12:33:30 am
OOC: Feel free to kick me out of the JP, as there's not many of us atm, not really sure what to post.

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

TAG: Scott, Will
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 20, 2014, 01:29:25 am
OOC: Feel free to kick me out of the JP, as there's not many of us atm, not really sure what to post.

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

TAG: Scott, Will
Archer turned on his heel to face the Admiral. If he didn't want the Commander holding his equipment case then he certainly didnt want the Admiral doing the same job. He mumbled before he managed to speak to the senior officer. "The Commander is right. There should be a full engineering detail out there but three of us will do. I'm not sure that Chief Second Class..." He trailed off, what was her name? He had probably never asked... Then it hit him. "Doyle has EVA training. She could run the saftey line from the air lock, you could attach it to the saftey port outside the airlock and then head over to the portside docking clamps. If you don't know." Archer stopped himself of course he knew! He could sense another protest coming from Commander Angel. "We can't afford anyone else. Not unless you want to lose shields, the deflector, the containment grid. He stopped sensing the other man was tired of his excuses. I can do it. He promised the Admiral turning to the man to his right. As erm." What had the man said? Acting Chief Engineer? He was a new ensign! There had to be other people! Better people! There wasn't. "As acting Chief Engineer I do decide maintenance teams do I not?" Half betazoid. Only he could wind up as Chief Engineer, trying to convince a half betazoid Commander not to blow the ship up. A sudden thought came to him. It wasn't a pleasant thought but it might just sway the Commander, and the Admiral.
2 years ago, he was on the level of pretty much being kicked out of the academy. He was told if he didn't convince the teachers he was up to the job of being an officer on this mission then he would be forced to leave the Academy and follow another career of become enlisted personnel. On the remote training station, something had gone wrong and an incoming meteorite had knocked the station out of orbit and sent it flying towards the star in the system. The small thrusters on the station couldn't disable the thrust from the meteorite and it had knocked out subspace communications as well. He was the only one brave enough to get out of the station and EVA the hull until he got the communications back up. He'd had to repair the docking clamps and modify them so they could take the strain of a runabout moving the station. Tractor beams had been useless because they were disrupted by the plasma coming from the star, that's how close it had been. He had been awarded multiple commendations for his efforts. He started to enjoy the academy from that point and had done well enough to be assigned to Enterprise. "I've done it before Commander. The Science Station at Fargo." Hopefully the reference was enough...

TAG: Will, Callum
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 20, 2014, 12:02:13 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

Archer turned on his heel to face the Admiral. If he didn't want the Commander holding his equipment case then he certainly didnt want the Admiral doing the same job. He mumbled before he managed to speak to the senior officer. "The Commander is right. There should be a full engineering detail out there but three of us will do. I'm not sure that Chief Second Class..." He trailed off, what was her name? He had probably never asked... Then it hit him. "Doyle has EVA training. She could run the saftey line from the air lock, you could attach it to the saftey port outside the airlock and then head over to the portside docking clamps. If you don't know." Archer stopped himself of course he knew! He could sense another protest coming from Commander Angel. "We can't afford anyone else. Not unless you want to lose shields, the deflector, the containment grid. He stopped sensing the other man was tired of his excuses. I can do it. He promised the Admiral turning to the man to his right. As erm." What had the man said? Acting Chief Engineer? He was a new ensign! There had to be other people! Better people! There wasn't. "As acting Chief Engineer I do decide maintenance teams do I not?" Half betazoid. Only he could wind up as Chief Engineer, trying to convince a half betazoid Commander not to blow the ship up. A sudden thought came to him. It wasn't a pleasant thought but it might just sway the Commander, and the Admiral.
2 years ago, he was on the level of pretty much being kicked out of the academy. He was told if he didn't convince the teachers he was up to the job of being an officer on this mission then he would be forced to leave the Academy and follow another career of become enlisted personnel. On the remote training station, something had gone wrong and an incoming meteorite had knocked the station out of orbit and sent it flying towards the star in the system. The small thrusters on the station couldn't disable the thrust from the meteorite and it had knocked out subspace communications as well. He was the only one brave enough to get out of the station and EVA the hull until he got the communications back up. He'd had to repair the docking clamps and modify them so they could take the strain of a runabout moving the station. Tractor beams had been useless because they were disrupted by the plasma coming from the star, that's how close it had been. He had been awarded multiple commendations for his efforts. He started to enjoy the academy from that point and had done well enough to be assigned to Enterprise. "I've done it before Commander. The Science Station at Fargo." Hopefully the reference was enough...

Will frowned. He dredged the records up from memory, and realised that had been why Archer's name had stood out.
"That was you, huh? Well, I guess you're more than qualified to do this. Very well, Mr Archer, get your team together and get out there ASAP. Admiral, you're not seriously considering going out there yourself...?"

TAG: Callum, Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 20, 2014, 07:42:05 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

Archer turned on his heel to face the Admiral. If he didn't want the Commander holding his equipment case then he certainly didnt want the Admiral doing the same job. He mumbled before he managed to speak to the senior officer. "The Commander is right. There should be a full engineering detail out there but three of us will do. I'm not sure that Chief Second Class..." He trailed off, what was her name? He had probably never asked... Then it hit him. "Doyle has EVA training. She could run the saftey line from the air lock, you could attach it to the saftey port outside the airlock and then head over to the portside docking clamps. If you don't know." Archer stopped himself of course he knew! He could sense another protest coming from Commander Angel. "We can't afford anyone else. Not unless you want to lose shields, the deflector, the containment grid. He stopped sensing the other man was tired of his excuses. I can do it. He promised the Admiral turning to the man to his right. As erm." What had the man said? Acting Chief Engineer? He was a new ensign! There had to be other people! Better people! There wasn't. "As acting Chief Engineer I do decide maintenance teams do I not?" Half betazoid. Only he could wind up as Chief Engineer, trying to convince a half betazoid Commander not to blow the ship up. A sudden thought came to him. It wasn't a pleasant thought but it might just sway the Commander, and the Admiral.
2 years ago, he was on the level of pretty much being kicked out of the academy. He was told if he didn't convince the teachers he was up to the job of being an officer on this mission then he would be forced to leave the Academy and follow another career of become enlisted personnel. On the remote training station, something had gone wrong and an incoming meteorite had knocked the station out of orbit and sent it flying towards the star in the system. The small thrusters on the station couldn't disable the thrust from the meteorite and it had knocked out subspace communications as well. He was the only one brave enough to get out of the station and EVA the hull until he got the communications back up. He'd had to repair the docking clamps and modify them so they could take the strain of a runabout moving the station. Tractor beams had been useless because they were disrupted by the plasma coming from the star, that's how close it had been. He had been awarded multiple commendations for his efforts. He started to enjoy the academy from that point and had done well enough to be assigned to Enterprise. "I've done it before Commander. The Science Station at Fargo." Hopefully the reference was enough...

Will frowned. He dredged the records up from memory, and realised that had been why Archer's name had stood out.
"That was you, huh? Well, I guess you're more than qualified to do this. Very well, Mr Archer, get your team together and get out there ASAP. Admiral, you're not seriously considering going out there yourself...?"

"Why not?" Callum replied "Do you not think I'm up to a little space walk Commander?" Callum continued "Airlock Three is closest" Callum said "Yeoman, please could you have my EVA equipment sent to airlock three".

Callum accessed the engineering console and inputted his command code "Computer, deactivate external hull armour surrounding the MVAM docking ports".  The engineering console now showed the now vulnerable areas in grey.

TAG: Will, Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 20, 2014, 08:25:07 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


Quote
"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
Quote
"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

Archer turned on his heel to face the Admiral. If he didn't want the Commander holding his equipment case then he certainly didnt want the Admiral doing the same job. He mumbled before he managed to speak to the senior officer. "The Commander is right. There should be a full engineering detail out there but three of us will do. I'm not sure that Chief Second Class..." He trailed off, what was her name? He had probably never asked... Then it hit him. "Doyle has EVA training. She could run the saftey line from the air lock, you could attach it to the saftey port outside the airlock and then head over to the portside docking clamps. If you don't know." Archer stopped himself of course he knew! He could sense another protest coming from Commander Angel. "We can't afford anyone else. Not unless you want to lose shields, the deflector, the containment grid. He stopped sensing the other man was tired of his excuses. I can do it. He promised the Admiral turning to the man to his right. As erm." What had the man said? Acting Chief Engineer? He was a new ensign! There had to be other people! Better people! There wasn't. "As acting Chief Engineer I do decide maintenance teams do I not?" Half betazoid. Only he could wind up as Chief Engineer, trying to convince a half betazoid Commander not to blow the ship up. A sudden thought came to him. It wasn't a pleasant thought but it might just sway the Commander, and the Admiral.
2 years ago, he was on the level of pretty much being kicked out of the academy. He was told if he didn't convince the teachers he was up to the job of being an officer on this mission then he would be forced to leave the Academy and follow another career of become enlisted personnel. On the remote training station, something had gone wrong and an incoming meteorite had knocked the station out of orbit and sent it flying towards the star in the system. The small thrusters on the station couldn't disable the thrust from the meteorite and it had knocked out subspace communications as well. He was the only one brave enough to get out of the station and EVA the hull until he got the communications back up. He'd had to repair the docking clamps and modify them so they could take the strain of a runabout moving the station. Tractor beams had been useless because they were disrupted by the plasma coming from the star, that's how close it had been. He had been awarded multiple commendations for his efforts. He started to enjoy the academy from that point and had done well enough to be assigned to Enterprise. "I've done it before Commander. The Science Station at Fargo." Hopefully the reference was enough...

Will frowned. He dredged the records up from memory, and realised that had been why Archer's name had stood out.
"That was you, huh? Well, I guess you're more than qualified to do this. Very well, Mr Archer, get your team together and get out there ASAP. Admiral, you're not seriously considering going out there yourself...?"

"Why not?" Callum replied "Do you not think I'm up to a little space walk Commander?" Callum continued "Airlock Three is closest" Callum said "Yeoman, please could you have my EVA equipment sent to airlock three".

Callum accessed the engineering console and inputted his command code "Computer, deactivate external hull armour surrounding the MVAM docking ports".  The engineering console now showed the now vulnerable areas in grey.

Will threw his hands up in the air in a decidedly non-regulation manner. He knew better than to try arguing with his old friend, even if he hadn't outranked him.
"I'll log my usual protest, then, shall I, sir?" he asked, rhetorically. This was a hangover from the old days on the Majesty, when they were both younger men. Age clearly hadn't mellowed Callum. And I'm becoming quite cantankerous in my old age, he thought.
"Fine. I'll be monitoring you from here. Mr Archer, you and the admiral may be on opposite ends of Starfleet's pay scale, but this is your show. Take charge. He's helping you, not the other way round, ok? Good luck to you both."

TAG: Callum, Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 01:33:41 am
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1626 hrs


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"Mr Archer, follow me," Will said, forestalling any response they didn't have time for. They arrived at the engineering panel aft of the bridge. "The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

The Commander was straight to the point. At least they had something in common! The man seemed to stumble over his name, he assumed it was because of his relation to his great, great, great, great grandfather Jonathan Archer and that man's relation to the Enterprise. Allot had changed in 6 generations. The family had since moved to Britain. He followed the man without hesitation to the back of the bridge.
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"The docking ports here and here are damaged, and we can't reintegrate while they remain so. I need you out there fixing them. How many people do you need for this?"

How many people? An engineering team, possibly two but that simply wasn't practical. Every engineering hand was stretched trying to cover the extensive damage to the command section. He assumed reintegration was high on the Commander and the Admiral's list of things to do. He assumed they wanted to get Enterprise back to a starbase, well that's fine by me! Thought Archer. Unfortunately, neither task was high on Archer's list. He mentally sighed, these command types often hadn't a clue. His mind drifted through the endless possibilities. He couldn't pull out anyone from engineering. If those containment fields failed for even a second, even a millisecond then they would be dead. Power conduits were more important as well. There were only two spare officers he could think of, himself and the chief (who really should have been helping with repairs) who he'd sent to the airlock. Perhaps he could get the Commander to help? No he doubted it and he didn't want to negate the man to holding his tool kit or hanging onto his rope. He suddenly realised that it had been a long time since he said anything. He conceded. "two. I could do it with two people. I'll do the repairs and I already have someone down there to hold onto my safety line." What had he just said? Was the Commander going to believe him? Would he challenge Archer if he didn't. Archer half hoped he would and would somehow magic up the personnel he really needed. "Two." He confirmed, more to himself than the Commander...

Admiral Jackson was in the ready room forward starboard of Bridge, the ready room was three times larger than that of the Majesty's, the Admirals favorite ship.  He was sat awkwardly in the chair behind the desk "I miss this" he said aloud to himself as he tapped the computer terminal.
"Computer, display time until reintegration"
*Reintegration not possible, Command Section docking ports damaged* the computer reported
Callum brought up the schematics, studied them for a minute and closed them "Forty years on and I still don't know anything useful in the engineering side of things" Callum commented to himself as he stood up and went to exit the ready room.

Will studied the ensign for a moment. Then he sighed.
"Listen, kid," he said, quietly. "I'm half-Betazoid, so you're not fooling me. Besides, I got the damage reports from Engineering and I know it's bad down there. I know you'd rather be down there, but you have to trust your guys to do their jobs. But you also need to know I was once a newly-qualified ensign thrust into a department head's role earlier than I wanted to be. You're acting Chief Engineer now, so step up to the plate. Assign your people and fix those docking ports."

Will held the younger man's gaze a moment longer.

"Welcome aboard, Mr Archer. Sorry your introduction couldn't have been under more pleasant circumstances."

Callum had stood listening to the conversation, luckily no officer had decided to announce his return to the Bridge, so slowly he made his way up to the two officers, still un-noticed he spoke "I have EVA training if I can be of any use?" he asked

Archer turned on his heel to face the Admiral. If he didn't want the Commander holding his equipment case then he certainly didnt want the Admiral doing the same job. He mumbled before he managed to speak to the senior officer. "The Commander is right. There should be a full engineering detail out there but three of us will do. I'm not sure that Chief Second Class..." He trailed off, what was her name? He had probably never asked... Then it hit him. "Doyle has EVA training. She could run the saftey line from the air lock, you could attach it to the saftey port outside the airlock and then head over to the portside docking clamps. If you don't know." Archer stopped himself of course he knew! He could sense another protest coming from Commander Angel. "We can't afford anyone else. Not unless you want to lose shields, the deflector, the containment grid. He stopped sensing the other man was tired of his excuses. I can do it. He promised the Admiral turning to the man to his right. As erm." What had the man said? Acting Chief Engineer? He was a new ensign! There had to be other people! Better people! There wasn't. "As acting Chief Engineer I do decide maintenance teams do I not?" Half betazoid. Only he could wind up as Chief Engineer, trying to convince a half betazoid Commander not to blow the ship up. A sudden thought came to him. It wasn't a pleasant thought but it might just sway the Commander, and the Admiral.
2 years ago, he was on the level of pretty much being kicked out of the academy. He was told if he didn't convince the teachers he was up to the job of being an officer on this mission then he would be forced to leave the Academy and follow another career of become enlisted personnel. On the remote training station, something had gone wrong and an incoming meteorite had knocked the station out of orbit and sent it flying towards the star in the system. The small thrusters on the station couldn't disable the thrust from the meteorite and it had knocked out subspace communications as well. He was the only one brave enough to get out of the station and EVA the hull until he got the communications back up. He'd had to repair the docking clamps and modify them so they could take the strain of a runabout moving the station. Tractor beams had been useless because they were disrupted by the plasma coming from the star, that's how close it had been. He had been awarded multiple commendations for his efforts. He started to enjoy the academy from that point and had done well enough to be assigned to Enterprise. "I've done it before Commander. The Science Station at Fargo." Hopefully the reference was enough...

Will frowned. He dredged the records up from memory, and realised that had been why Archer's name had stood out.
"That was you, huh? Well, I guess you're more than qualified to do this. Very well, Mr Archer, get your team together and get out there ASAP. Admiral, you're not seriously considering going out there yourself...?"

"Why not?" Callum replied "Do you not think I'm up to a little space walk Commander?" Callum continued "Airlock Three is closest" Callum said "Yeoman, please could you have my EVA equipment sent to airlock three".

Callum accessed the engineering console and inputted his command code "Computer, deactivate external hull armour surrounding the MVAM docking ports".  The engineering console now showed the now vulnerable areas in grey.

Will threw his hands up in the air in a decidedly non-regulation manner. He knew better than to try arguing with his old friend, even if he hadn't outranked him.
"I'll log my usual protest, then, shall I, sir?" he asked, rhetorically. This was a hangover from the old days on the Majesty, when they were both younger men. Age clearly hadn't mellowed Callum. And I'm becoming quite cantankerous in my old age, he thought.
"Fine. I'll be monitoring you from here. Mr Archer, you and the admiral may be on opposite ends of Starfleet's pay scale, but this is your show. Take charge. He's helping you, not the other way round, ok? Good luck to you both."

TAG: Callum, Scott

OOC: end of part 1
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 01:34:54 am
Finally he could get on and do his job, he turned to the Admiral. "Thank you for the offer sir. If you still want to then come to airlock 3 in 10 minutes. Chief Doyle will help you get suited up. I might already be out by then." Foreseeing a protest from the Commander, Archer turned away and disappeared into the turbo-lift. "Deck 12, airlock 3." The maglock car rushed down the twelve decks. It had barely taken a second for the lift to reach it's destination. 'This is not Fargo, this is not Fargo.' he continually repeated in his mind. There were no large unstable stars 30km away this time, he didn't have to worry about moving a single micron out of a shadow this time. He arrived at the airlock after a relatively short trip down the corridor and turning to his left. There was a gleaming white EVA suit stood against the wall. Chief Doyle was stood there, she was just putting her tricorder away after scanning the suit to make sure it in good enough condition to be used. "I thought you weren't coming?" She said cheekily, he'd known her long enough for a friendship, not that I'm a very good friend if I can't even remember her name half the time! He didn't have time for those sorts of thoughts. Commander Hargroves word's after the meteorite had hit Fargo rang though his head. "Cadet! You wouldn't know how to fix a subspace transmitter if the instructions for how to do so slapped you in the face! We do not need a man like you." With a little help from a fellow cadet and Lieutenant Williams he had fixed the transmitter and proven Hargroves wrong. Stop thinking about Fargo! He yelled at himself mentally. This is different, you know what you're doing. Your Acting Chief Engineer. Pull yourself together. "It took some time to convince the Commander that just two of us can do this." The Chief looked at him shocked. "We can't do this with two of us!" Archer smiled mischievously, "that's why the Admiral is helping. He'll be along in a few minutes, ready to suit me up?" As the Chief fitted the EVA suit on around him those words kept reverberating around in his skull. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run, the only thing he didn't want to do was go out there and face the stars. 'Fear is just an emotion, it's how you react that is of consequence.' The words of his third year Vulcan room mate replaced those of the Commander in his mind. I'm scared but my ship needs me. I need to react like a mature adult Starfleet, Acting Chief Engineer not a scared science cadet. He walked into the first chamber, the door closed behind him. No sign of the Admiral yet. Had he chickened out? "See ya Doyle." he commented over the communications channel. She gave him a thumbs up signal before opening the second door. He stepped out into space. Onto the small ledge in front the second door. "I'm out." The second door closed behind him. He stood rooted, images of Fargo running around in his mind. He remembered the feeling now, not that of a scared cadet or the victim of suspicious superior officers. (OCC: Referring to Hargroves there, not you two.)
IC: The feeling of being at one with the stars. Looking on a view screen or out a viewport was one thing but with a thin sheet of transparent aluminium, all that stood between him and the universe, the awe was unimaginable. The sight again brought about the memories of the happier parts of the Fargo mission. If it wasn't for Fargo he wouldn't be stood here right now. The nightmare turned into his best dream- serving on the Enterprise and now his actions would determine how could a chief engineer he was... He turned to his left and reached for a ladder. He connected his safety line to a port on the bottom of this. He gave it a tug, it was secure. He grabbed the bottom rung and slowly pulled himself up the ladder step by step. It took three minutes for him to reach the top. He assumed the Admiral would be out by now. Eventually he reached the top and walked along the flat parts of Enterprise's hull.
He was about twenty metres from his target when his fear came back, the fear of burning. Not from a star this, time but from a large armed Xindi party on the hull. They hadn't spotted him yet. He quietly sank to his knees and moved down the sloped hull. He moved down and then across towards the Xindi. There was a large bulkhead here that he could use for cover.
He didn't have any weapons. There was nothing his engineering kit could do for him here. He silently placed it on the hull and secured it with a magnetic clamp. A message coming through from the chief started to sound on his communications system. It startled him and scared him half to death! He quickly taped the button on his arm that disengaged communications. If the Xindi heard anything then he would die. What could he do? The best option seemed to be to get out of range of the Xindi and make a distress signal. He was just about to turn and do that when it hit him. He could use the ship itself and the deactivated hull armour as a weapon. He didn't have much time.

Using his tricorder, he worked out that all the Xindi on the other side of the bulkhead were on one piece of hull plating. This plating was connected to the ship's super-structure by two magnetic servo locks on either side. There was no way he could reach the starboard servo but he was right next to the left. He gently pulled the cover up from the console and laid it against the bulkhead, hopefully the ship's gravity was enough to hold it there but if he lost it then there was no big issue. He flicked on the pressure sensitive controls. A few motions of his hand along the plate was enough to trick the computer into thinking the starboard servo was malfunctioning and transfer all control to the port side. Bingo! He thought, he pulled out an isolinear board and swapped it's place with another. He typed in a series of commands before repeating this process with different isolinear chips. It had been what, five or ten minutes since he'd seen the Xindi. He had to hurry. Someone might come looking for him after they lost contact, probably the Admiral and they would probably be shot by the Xindi. Could he remember the final sequence? He pulled out chip 12 and replaced it with chip 17. He moved chip 30 where 17 had been. Finally he placed 12 in chip 30's slot. The console flickered as he typed in the final transfer codes. 11A2BGF16. The panel he'd been typing into was replaced with the words, 'manual control active', he smiled to himself and almost cheered before he remembered why he was doing what he was doing.

17 minutes out on the hull and no progress with the docking clamps! He wondered what kind of panic was going on throughout the communications system. Did they think he was dead? Doubtfully. His transponder was still online and working perfectly. A circular panel next to the chips slid open revealing a handle set into the deck. Scott pulled out the handle as far as it would go and twisted it clockwise before he pushed the handle back down into the deck. The manual control active message was replaced with a new one in red lettering. 'Warning. Adjacent hull plate unsecured.' Ignoring the message, Archer thumbed the console off before the computer started setting off alarms. Now for the tricky bit.
He reached for his engineering kit and removed an external power pack module. He used his tricorder to find his target. An autonomous auxiliary access port! He removed a few pieces of covering from the deck. He found the port, it was exactly where his tricorder said it would be. He plugged the pack into the port, triggered it's remote subroutines and replaced some of the covering. In the part he left exposed he reached in and pulled a red level labelled diode cut off valve. He yanked the lever across. He laid the final covering back down. He retrieved his padd from the engineering case and fitted it to the deck just over where he'd left the power pack. The Xindi had chosen the wrong place to board the ship. Right over an EPS conduit. Just as he was about to activate the pack his conscious caught up with him. What if there were Starfleet officer's down there? What if he killed someone or hurt them? Would he cope knowing he'd done something like that? Would it matter? Logically the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. What a senseless phrase, it was logical but it certainly wasn't always moral. More people would benefit from the Xindi's death then would be hindered because of it. He needed to make sure he convinced himself. Instead of setting the EPS conduit to blow up, he would rig it to create a high pitched squeal for five seconds first. That should be enough to move anyone below him and the conduit out of the way. Besides he thought, I might not live to find out... He set the correct protocols on the padd, he was about to transmit to the power pack when a voice came. "Step away from the console. What do you think you're doing?" Archer turned away to turn to the Xindi reptilian who had found him, he was at the receiving end of a plasma rifle... The situation was remarkably similar to what Jonathan Archer had faced. He was about to blow up some Xindi and one came and found him just before he managed his task...
He raised his hands. The same fears as Fargo running in his mind, except this time the shadow of a station couldn't save him. The burning hot plasma beam would kill him, quickly or make him wallow in a world of pain as the oxygen drained from his suit. What could he do? A thought came to him. Padds couldn't usually be used by gloves... or boots, but this one was specially designed for that purpose. Maybe if he stamped on it hard enough then it would still work? Only one way to find out... His capturer was still on the edge of the loose plate. He stepped backwards with his right foot, using it to find the padd. The Xindi thought he was just backing away and smiled devilishly. "Well I need an answer to my question?" He lifted his left boot from the floor and stepped back. He stamped down as hard as he could. It worked! A high pitched squeal rose up in the deck and it screamed deafeningly. "Sending you to hell!" He yelled at the Xindi in response to the Reptilian's question over the hight pitched scream. Boom! The EPS relay exploded. Archer was sent flying over on his right side. He managed to grab hold of the deck. His plan worked! By some miracle it worked! The deck plate with all the Xindi on it had been thrown off the ship. After a few seconds Enterprise had scanned the plate, discovered what was on it and vaporised it with a phaser beam. He tried to bring the suit's comm system back online. *"Warning communications damaged."* It wasn't the only dire news he had. *"Warning, oxygen supply leak. Oxygen for 7 minutes left."* He still had a job to do... He crawled along the deck until he reached the first damaged docking latch, latch 4. The main issue he could see here was that it was being jammed by a damaged component. Archer kicked it. It didn't budge. He kicked it again. Still nothing. Activating the magboots on the leg he had bee using to kick, he attached his boot to the component and pushed. The component broke free in an array of sparks and fell into space. It was an important part but only in the separation sequence. They could reintegrate without it. The clamp still wasn't working. He pulled the cover off the control mechanism consoles and placed it down on the deck, it floated off but not fast enough for him not to catch it when he needed it back. He examined the flickering console. He had shot himself in the foot. As he thought about method to fix the issue he corrected himself. He had shot himself in the foot twice.
The EPS conduit had been the one that fed this port, the one had just blown. The only way that was immediately obvious of rectifying the power shortage was to use a power pack, which he had also just blown up! He thought quickly. He pulled the tricorder from his engineering kit (which he had moved with him) and smashed it against the hull. It cracked slightly he repeated this action again. *"Warning. Oxygen depletion in five minutes."* Could he do this in five minutes? He doubted it. It wasn't a matter of could, it was a matter of must. He just needed the tricorder to break. He flung the scanning device down against the deck again. The back splintered. Just what he needed. He ripped out the small black power pack that was running the device. He removed a smaller magnetic clamp and attached it next to the console. Shoving his fingers in the now empty gap, he managed to crack the casing further. It was hard in the suits gloves, especially with the ever present fear that he might breach them and lose oxygen even more quickly!" Finally the case split in two and he could reach the small wires he desperately needed. He pulled out as many as he could and coiled them together. They would be lose connections but it would have to do. He tightly coiled the ends of the wires to form an even tighter bunch. He shoved that end in the tricorder's power pack. He made the other end of the wires more spread out so he could shove it in the external power port on the console. By some miracle it worked and the console worked. He readied the clamp for docking. He got it half way through the cycle, the force of the escort section docking should force the clamp into position. *"Warning two minutes before oxygen depletion."* He rushed across the deck to clamp 14. Half the thing was missing! Two minutes. He focused his mind. You can do it, so let's get on with it!" The panel cover from port 4 was floating a couple of metre's away from him. He grabbed it and pulled it over. He'd left his engineering kit over at port 4! He rushed over. He didn't have time to move the whole kit. He grabbed his laser saw and returned to port 14. He was going to die. He wondered how he'd be remembered. No, he couldn't think like that! I am going to die, but not today and not here. The missing half of this clamp should be virtually symmetrical with what was left. He activated the saw and cut. It took him a minute and a half. His last thirty seconds was spent using the saw to weld the piece in place. *"Warning oxygen depletion imminent."* The human brain can survive three minutes without oxygen, he wasn't sure where he'd pulled the fact from or if it was even a fact. With his last breaths he re-activated the clamp and it retreated into the hull. At least something hadn't been effected by him blowing that EPS conduit up! His brain was screaming for oxygen. There was no way he could make it back to the air lock. Maybe he had saved himself yet again by blowing out the EPS conduit. He had a large amount of lactic acid build up in all his muscles. Every step, every heartbeat was pure solid pain. His throat closed in on itself, he wanted to scream but it was a physical impossibility. He was going to have a heart attack and then he was going to suffocate... He stumbled past the point where he had first seen the Xindi. He had left his tool case, oh well there was no time. After a minute that seemed like hours he reached his destination, had the detonation been big enough to cause a hull breach? He peered over the edge of the small crater. Thankfully it had! Unfortunately containment fields were back up. As his hope drained away he fell forwards and landed on the field. It wasn't that strong and he fell straight through it. He caught on the edge of the deck as he fell. He stared into the eyes of a wide eyed Lieutenant. He looked more like a bolian than a human now, the colour his skin had gone. He couldn't think anymore. He fell, he fell down into the pits of hell...
Suddenly he stopped. He vaguely noticed that the containment field around the breach was back up and that the force field locking it off from the corridor was down. With some effort and no help what so ever from Archer the Lieutenant managed to pull the man into the corridor. Archer felt the bump as he fell against the deck. He thought he was dead. But did people didn't feel themselves being pulled onto decks. With the no strength he had left and pulled his helmet off and took long deep breaths of the air around him. It stank and tasted of burnt out consoles and other fire damage but to Archer it was sweeter than any air he had ever tasted before. Black dots swam across his eyes but he was alive, he had somehow survived two minutes and seven seconds without air. He almost laughed in the joy of being alive but his body wouldn't allow him to expel any precious air. He had to report! He had to get to the bridge. With tiny amounts of his strength restored his moved his flat palm up to his mouth and then pointed it towards the Lieutenant to say thank you or not. He had no idea wether she under stood him. He half crawled half limped into the nearest turbolift. Bracing himself he against the turbo-lift wall he used the console on the lift wall to travel to the bridge...

OCC: Callum, feel free to talk about your EVA experiences simultaneous to this. Sorry I haven't posted much today. My wifi can't seem to find the website's server but my phone can on 3G. Any ideas? (It's worked before.)

TAG: Callum, Will   
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 21, 2014, 02:51:26 am
USS Enterprise
Exterior
1630 hrs


Finally he could get on and do his job, he turned to the Admiral. "Thank you for the offer sir. If you still want to then come to airlock 3 in 10 minutes. Chief Doyle will help you get suited up. I might already be out by then." Foreseeing a protest from the Commander, Archer turned away and disappeared into the turbo-lift. "Deck 12, airlock 3." The maglock car rushed down the twelve decks. It had barely taken a second for the lift to reach it's destination. 'This is not Fargo, this is not Fargo.' he continually repeated in his mind. There were no large unstable stars 30km away this time, he didn't have to worry about moving a single micron out of a shadow this time. He arrived at the airlock after a relatively short trip down the corridor and turning to his left. There was a gleaming white EVA suit stood against the wall. Chief Doyle was stood there, she was just putting her tricorder away after scanning the suit to make sure it in good enough condition to be used. "I thought you weren't coming?" She said cheekily, he'd known her long enough for a friendship, not that I'm a very good friend if I can't even remember her name half the time! He didn't have time for those sorts of thoughts. Commander Hargroves word's after the meteorite had hit Fargo rang though his head. "Cadet! You wouldn't know how to fix a subspace transmitter if the instructions for how to do so slapped you in the face! We do not need a man like you." With a little help from a fellow cadet and Lieutenant Williams he had fixed the transmitter and proven Hargroves wrong. Stop thinking about Fargo! He yelled at himself mentally. This is different, you know what you're doing. Your Acting Chief Engineer. Pull yourself together. "It took some time to convince the Commander that just two of us can do this." The Chief looked at him shocked. "We can't do this with two of us!" Archer smiled mischievously, "that's why the Admiral is helping. He'll be along in a few minutes, ready to suit me up?" As the Chief fitted the EVA suit on around him those words kept reverberating around in his skull. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run, the only thing he didn't want to do was go out there and face the stars. 'Fear is just an emotion, it's how you react that is of consequence.' The words of his third year Vulcan room mate replaced those of the Commander in his mind. I'm scared but my ship needs me. I need to react like a mature adult Starfleet, Acting Chief Engineer not a scared science cadet. He walked into the first chamber, the door closed behind him. No sign of the Admiral yet. Had he chickened out? "See ya Doyle." he commented over the communications channel. She gave him a thumbs up signal before opening the second door. He stepped out into space. Onto the small ledge in front the second door. "I'm out." The second door closed behind him. He stood rooted, images of Fargo running around in his mind. He remembered the feeling now, not that of a scared cadet or the victim of suspicious superior officers.
The feeling of being at one with the stars. Looking on a view screen or out a viewport was one thing but with a thin sheet of transparent aluminium, all that stood between him and the universe, the awe was unimaginable. The sight again brought about the memories of the happier parts of the Fargo mission. If it wasn't for Fargo he wouldn't be stood here right now. The nightmare turned into his best dream- serving on the Enterprise and now his actions would determine how could a chief engineer he was... He turned to his left and reached for a ladder. He connected his safety line to a port on the bottom of this. He gave it a tug, it was secure. He grabbed the bottom rung and slowly pulled himself up the ladder step by step. It took three minutes for him to reach the top. He assumed the Admiral would be out by now. Eventually he reached the top and walked along the flat parts of Enterprise's hull.
He was about twenty metres from his target when his fear came back, the fear of burning. Not from a star this, time but from a large armed Xindi party on the hull. They hadn't spotted him yet. He quietly sank to his knees and moved down the sloped hull. He moved down and then across towards the Xindi. There was a large bulkhead here that he could use for cover.
He didn't have any weapons. There was nothing his engineering kit could do for him here. He silently placed it on the hull and secured it with a magnetic clamp. A message coming through from the chief started to sound on his communications system. It startled him and scared him half to death! He quickly taped the button on his arm that disengaged communications. If the Xindi heard anything then he would die. What could he do? The best option seemed to be to get out of range of the Xindi and make a distress signal. He was just about to turn and do that when it hit him. He could use the ship itself and the deactivated hull armour as a weapon. He didn't have much time.

Bridge

Will was aware of the emotional turmoil, the doubt and fear coursing through Archer's mind, although he didn't know the particulars. But when Archer's communication line went dead, he whipped his head round to the science station.
"Is he still alive? Is he moving?"
"Yes, sir," the science officer replied. "His readouts are raised, but he's otherwise ok."
"Fine. Keep monitoring him."

Exterior

Using his tricorder, he worked out that all the Xindi on the other side of the bulkhead were on one piece of hull plating. This plating was connected to the ship's super-structure by two magnetic servo locks on either side. There was no way he could reach the starboard servo but he was right next to the left. He gently pulled the cover up from the console and laid it against the bulkhead, hopefully the ship's gravity was enough to hold it there but if he lost it then there was no big issue. He flicked on the pressure sensitive controls. A few motions of his hand along the plate was enough to trick the computer into thinking the starboard servo was malfunctioning and transfer all control to the port side. Bingo! He thought, he pulled out an isolinear board and swapped it's place with another. He typed in a series of commands before repeating this process with different isolinear chips. It had been what, five or ten minutes since he'd seen the Xindi. He had to hurry. Someone might come looking for him after they lost contact, probably the Admiral and they would probably be shot by the Xindi. Could he remember the final sequence? He pulled out chip 12 and replaced it with chip 17. He moved chip 30 where 17 had been. Finally he placed 12 in chip 30's slot. The console flickered as he typed in the final transfer codes. 11A2BGF16. The panel he'd been typing into was replaced with the words, 'manual control active', he smiled to himself and almost cheered before he remembered why he was doing what he was doing.

17 minutes out on the hull and no progress with the docking clamps! He wondered what kind of panic was going on throughout the communications system. Did they think he was dead? Doubtfully. His transponder was still online and working perfectly. A circular panel next to the chips slid open revealing a handle set into the deck. Scott pulled out the handle as far as it would go and twisted it clockwise before he pushed the handle back down into the deck. The manual control active message was replaced with a new one in red lettering. 'Warning. Adjacent hull plate unsecured.' Ignoring the message, Archer thumbed the console off before the computer started setting off alarms. Now for the tricky bit.
He reached for his engineering kit and removed an external power pack module. He used his tricorder to find his target. An autonomous auxiliary access port! He removed a few pieces of covering from the deck. He found the port, it was exactly where his tricorder said it would be. He plugged the pack into the port, triggered it's remote subroutines and replaced some of the covering. In the part he left exposed he reached in and pulled a red level labelled diode cut off valve. He yanked the lever across. He laid the final covering back down. He retrieved his padd from the engineering case and fitted it to the deck just over where he'd left the power pack. The Xindi had chosen the wrong place to board the ship. Right over an EPS conduit. Just as he was about to activate the pack his conscious caught up with him. What if there were Starfleet officer's down there? What if he killed someone or hurt them? Would he cope knowing he'd done something like that? Would it matter? Logically the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. What a senseless phrase, it was logical but it certainly wasn't always moral. More people would benefit from the Xindi's death then would be hindered because of it. He needed to make sure he convinced himself. Instead of setting the EPS conduit to blow up, he would rig it to create a high pitched squeal for five seconds first. That should be enough to move anyone below him and the conduit out of the way. Besides he thought, I might not live to find out... He set the correct protocols on the padd, he was about to transmit to the power pack when a voice came. "Step away from the console. What do you think you're doing?" Archer turned away to turn to the Xindi reptilian who had found him, he was at the receiving end of a plasma rifle... The situation was remarkably similar to what Jonathan Archer had faced. He was about to blow up some Xindi and one came and found him just before he managed his task...
He raised his hands. The same fears as Fargo running in his mind, except this time the shadow of a station couldn't save him. The burning hot plasma beam would kill him, quickly or make him wallow in a world of pain as the oxygen drained from his suit. What could he do? A thought came to him. Padds couldn't usually be used by gloves... or boots, but this one was specially designed for that purpose. Maybe if he stamped on it hard enough then it would still work? Only one way to find out... His capturer was still on the edge of the loose plate. He stepped backwards with his right foot, using it to find the padd. The Xindi thought he was just backing away and smiled devilishly. "Well I need an answer to my question?" He lifted his left boot from the floor and stepped back. He stamped down as hard as he could. It worked! A high pitched squeal rose up in the deck and it screamed deafeningly. "Sending you to hell!" He yelled at the Xindi in response to the Reptilian's question over the hight pitched scream. Boom! The EPS relay exploded. Archer was sent flying over on his right side. He managed to grab hold of the deck. His plan worked! By some miracle it worked! The deck plate with all the Xindi on it had been thrown off the ship.

Bridge
1647 Hours


"Commander, sensors are detecting a piece of hull plating becoming detached," the ensign at Security announced. "There's someone on it."
Will turned to look at him.
"Archer?" he asked.
"No, sir... it's... Xindi!"
Will stared at him. There were Xindi on the outer hull!
"Vapourise it. And scan for others. Make sure Archer and his team are alive."
"Aye, sir."

Exterior

After a few seconds Enterprise had scanned the plate, discovered what was on it and vaporised it with a phaser beam. He tried to bring the suit's comm system back online. *"Warning communications damaged."* It wasn't the only dire news he had. *"Warning, oxygen supply leak. Oxygen for 7 minutes left."* He still had a job to do... He crawled along the deck until he reached the first damaged docking latch, latch 4. The main issue he could see here was that it was being jammed by a damaged component. Archer kicked it. It didn't budge. He kicked it again. Still nothing. Activating the magboots on the leg he had bee using to kick, he attached his boot to the component and pushed. The component broke free in an array of sparks and fell into space. It was an important part but only in the separation sequence. They could reintegrate without it. The clamp still wasn't working. He pulled the cover off the control mechanism consoles and placed it down on the deck, it floated off but not fast enough for him not to catch it when he needed it back. He examined the flickering console. He had shot himself in the foot. As he thought about method to fix the issue he corrected himself. He had shot himself in the foot twice.
The EPS conduit had been the one that fed this port, the one had just blown. The only way that was immediately obvious of rectifying the power shortage was to use a power pack, which he had also just blown up! He thought quickly. He pulled the tricorder from his engineering kit (which he had moved with him) and smashed it against the hull. It cracked slightly he repeated this action again. *"Warning. Oxygen depletion in five minutes."* Could he do this in five minutes? He doubted it. It wasn't a matter of could, it was a matter of must. He just needed the tricorder to break. He flung the scanning device down against the deck again. The back splintered. Just what he needed. He ripped out the small black power pack that was running the device. He removed a smaller magnetic clamp and attached it next to the console. Shoving his fingers in the now empty gap, he managed to crack the casing further. It was hard in the suits gloves, especially with the ever present fear that he might breach them and lose oxygen even more quickly!" Finally the case split in two and he could reach the small wires he desperately needed. He pulled out as many as he could and coiled them together. They would be lose connections but it would have to do. He tightly coiled the ends of the wires to form an even tighter bunch. He shoved that end in the tricorder's power pack. He made the other end of the wires more spread out so he could shove it in the external power port on the console. By some miracle it worked and the console worked. He readied the clamp for docking. He got it half way through the cycle, the force of the escort section docking should force the clamp into position. *"Warning two minutes before oxygen depletion."* He rushed across the deck to clamp 14. Half the thing was missing! Two minutes. He focused his mind. You can do it, so let's get on with it!" The panel cover from port 4 was floating a couple of metre's away from him. He grabbed it and pulled it over. He'd left his engineering kit over at port 4! He rushed over. He didn't have time to move the whole kit. He grabbed his laser saw and returned to port 14. He was going to die. He wondered how he'd be remembered. No, he couldn't think like that! I am going to die, but not today and not here. The missing half of this clamp should be virtually symmetrical with what was left. He activated the saw and cut. It took him a minute and a half. His last thirty seconds was spent using the saw to weld the piece in place. *"Warning oxygen depletion imminent."* The human brain can survive three minutes without oxygen, he wasn't sure where he'd pulled the fact from or if it was even a fact. With his last breaths he re-activated the clamp and it retreated into the hull. At least something hadn't been effected by him blowing that EPS conduit up! His brain was screaming for oxygen. There was no way he could make it back to the air lock. Maybe he had saved himself yet again by blowing out the EPS conduit. He had a large amount of lactic acid build up in all his muscles. Every step, every heartbeat was pure solid pain. His throat closed in on itself, he wanted to scream but it was a physical impossibility. He was going to have a heart attack and then he was going to suffocate... He stumbled past the point where he had first seen the Xindi. He had left his tool case, oh well there was no time. After a minute that seemed like hours he reached his destination, had the detonation been big enough to cause a hull breach? He peered over the edge of the small crater. Thankfully it had! Unfortunately containment fields were back up. As his hope drained away he fell forwards and landed on the field. It wasn't that strong and he fell straight through it. He caught on the edge of the deck as he fell. He stared into the eyes of a wide eyed Lieutenant. He looked more like a bolian than a human now, the colour his skin had gone. He couldn't think anymore. He fell, he fell down into the pits of hell...
Suddenly he stopped. He vaguely noticed that the containment field around the breach was back up and that the force field locking it off from the corridor was down. With some effort and no help what so ever from Archer the Lieutenant managed to pull the man into the corridor. Archer felt the bump as he fell against the deck. He thought he was dead. But did people didn't feel themselves being pulled onto decks. With the no strength he had left and pulled his helmet off and took long deep breaths of the air around him. It stank and tasted of burnt out consoles and other fire damage but to Archer it was sweeter than any air he had ever tasted before. Black dots swam across his eyes but he was alive, he had somehow survived two minutes and seven seconds without air. He almost laughed in the joy of being alive but his body wouldn't allow him to expel any precious air. He had to report! He had to get to the bridge. With tiny amounts of his strength restored his moved his flat palm up to his mouth and then pointed it towards the Lieutenant to say thank you or not. He had no idea wether she under stood him. He half crawled half limped into the nearest turbolift. Bracing himself he against the turbo-lift wall he used the console on the lift wall to travel to the bridge...

Bridge

"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

OCC: Callum, feel free to talk about your EVA experiences simultaneous to this. Sorry I haven't posted much today. My wifi can't seem to find the website's server but my phone can on 3G. Any ideas? (It's worked before.)

TAG: Callum, Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 01:07:54 pm
USS Enterprise
Exterior
1630 hrs


Finally he could get on and do his job, he turned to the Admiral. "Thank you for the offer sir. If you still want to then come to airlock 3 in 10 minutes. Chief Doyle will help you get suited up. I might already be out by then." Foreseeing a protest from the Commander, Archer turned away and disappeared into the turbo-lift. "Deck 12, airlock 3." The maglock car rushed down the twelve decks. It had barely taken a second for the lift to reach it's destination. 'This is not Fargo, this is not Fargo.' he continually repeated in his mind. There were no large unstable stars 30km away this time, he didn't have to worry about moving a single micron out of a shadow this time. He arrived at the airlock after a relatively short trip down the corridor and turning to his left. There was a gleaming white EVA suit stood against the wall. Chief Doyle was stood there, she was just putting her tricorder away after scanning the suit to make sure it in good enough condition to be used. "I thought you weren't coming?" She said cheekily, he'd known her long enough for a friendship, not that I'm a very good friend if I can't even remember her name half the time! He didn't have time for those sorts of thoughts. Commander Hargroves word's after the meteorite had hit Fargo rang though his head. "Cadet! You wouldn't know how to fix a subspace transmitter if the instructions for how to do so slapped you in the face! We do not need a man like you." With a little help from a fellow cadet and Lieutenant Williams he had fixed the transmitter and proven Hargroves wrong. Stop thinking about Fargo! He yelled at himself mentally. This is different, you know what you're doing. Your Acting Chief Engineer. Pull yourself together. "It took some time to convince the Commander that just two of us can do this." The Chief looked at him shocked. "We can't do this with two of us!" Archer smiled mischievously, "that's why the Admiral is helping. He'll be along in a few minutes, ready to suit me up?" As the Chief fitted the EVA suit on around him those words kept reverberating around in his skull. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run, the only thing he didn't want to do was go out there and face the stars. 'Fear is just an emotion, it's how you react that is of consequence.' The words of his third year Vulcan room mate replaced those of the Commander in his mind. I'm scared but my ship needs me. I need to react like a mature adult Starfleet, Acting Chief Engineer not a scared science cadet. He walked into the first chamber, the door closed behind him. No sign of the Admiral yet. Had he chickened out? "See ya Doyle." he commented over the communications channel. She gave him a thumbs up signal before opening the second door. He stepped out into space. Onto the small ledge in front the second door. "I'm out." The second door closed behind him. He stood rooted, images of Fargo running around in his mind. He remembered the feeling now, not that of a scared cadet or the victim of suspicious superior officers.
The feeling of being at one with the stars. Looking on a view screen or out a viewport was one thing but with a thin sheet of transparent aluminium, all that stood between him and the universe, the awe was unimaginable. The sight again brought about the memories of the happier parts of the Fargo mission. If it wasn't for Fargo he wouldn't be stood here right now. The nightmare turned into his best dream- serving on the Enterprise and now his actions would determine how could a chief engineer he was... He turned to his left and reached for a ladder. He connected his safety line to a port on the bottom of this. He gave it a tug, it was secure. He grabbed the bottom rung and slowly pulled himself up the ladder step by step. It took three minutes for him to reach the top. He assumed the Admiral would be out by now. Eventually he reached the top and walked along the flat parts of Enterprise's hull.
He was about twenty metres from his target when his fear came back, the fear of burning. Not from a star this, time but from a large armed Xindi party on the hull. They hadn't spotted him yet. He quietly sank to his knees and moved down the sloped hull. He moved down and then across towards the Xindi. There was a large bulkhead here that he could use for cover.
He didn't have any weapons. There was nothing his engineering kit could do for him here. He silently placed it on the hull and secured it with a magnetic clamp. A message coming through from the chief started to sound on his communications system. It startled him and scared him half to death! He quickly taped the button on his arm that disengaged communications. If the Xindi heard anything then he would die. What could he do? The best option seemed to be to get out of range of the Xindi and make a distress signal. He was just about to turn and do that when it hit him. He could use the ship itself and the deactivated hull armour as a weapon. He didn't have much time.

Bridge

Will was aware of the emotional turmoil, the doubt and fear coursing through Archer's mind, although he didn't know the particulars. But when Archer's communication line went dead, he whipped his head round to the science station.
"Is he still alive? Is he moving?"
"Yes, sir," the science officer replied. "His readouts are raised, but he's otherwise ok."
"Fine. Keep monitoring him."

Exterior

Using his tricorder, he worked out that all the Xindi on the other side of the bulkhead were on one piece of hull plating. This plating was connected to the ship's super-structure by two magnetic servo locks on either side. There was no way he could reach the starboard servo but he was right next to the left. He gently pulled the cover up from the console and laid it against the bulkhead, hopefully the ship's gravity was enough to hold it there but if he lost it then there was no big issue. He flicked on the pressure sensitive controls. A few motions of his hand along the plate was enough to trick the computer into thinking the starboard servo was malfunctioning and transfer all control to the port side. Bingo! He thought, he pulled out an isolinear board and swapped it's place with another. He typed in a series of commands before repeating this process with different isolinear chips. It had been what, five or ten minutes since he'd seen the Xindi. He had to hurry. Someone might come looking for him after they lost contact, probably the Admiral and they would probably be shot by the Xindi. Could he remember the final sequence? He pulled out chip 12 and replaced it with chip 17. He moved chip 30 where 17 had been. Finally he placed 12 in chip 30's slot. The console flickered as he typed in the final transfer codes. 11A2BGF16. The panel he'd been typing into was replaced with the words, 'manual control active', he smiled to himself and almost cheered before he remembered why he was doing what he was doing.

17 minutes out on the hull and no progress with the docking clamps! He wondered what kind of panic was going on throughout the communications system. Did they think he was dead? Doubtfully. His transponder was still online and working perfectly. A circular panel next to the chips slid open revealing a handle set into the deck. Scott pulled out the handle as far as it would go and twisted it clockwise before he pushed the handle back down into the deck. The manual control active message was replaced with a new one in red lettering. 'Warning. Adjacent hull plate unsecured.' Ignoring the message, Archer thumbed the console off before the computer started setting off alarms. Now for the tricky bit.
He reached for his engineering kit and removed an external power pack module. He used his tricorder to find his target. An autonomous auxiliary access port! He removed a few pieces of covering from the deck. He found the port, it was exactly where his tricorder said it would be. He plugged the pack into the port, triggered it's remote subroutines and replaced some of the covering. In the part he left exposed he reached in and pulled a red level labelled diode cut off valve. He yanked the lever across. He laid the final covering back down. He retrieved his padd from the engineering case and fitted it to the deck just over where he'd left the power pack. The Xindi had chosen the wrong place to board the ship. Right over an EPS conduit. Just as he was about to activate the pack his conscious caught up with him. What if there were Starfleet officer's down there? What if he killed someone or hurt them? Would he cope knowing he'd done something like that? Would it matter? Logically the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. What a senseless phrase, it was logical but it certainly wasn't always moral. More people would benefit from the Xindi's death then would be hindered because of it. He needed to make sure he convinced himself. Instead of setting the EPS conduit to blow up, he would rig it to create a high pitched squeal for five seconds first. That should be enough to move anyone below him and the conduit out of the way. Besides he thought, I might not live to find out... He set the correct protocols on the padd, he was about to transmit to the power pack when a voice came. "Step away from the console. What do you think you're doing?" Archer turned away to turn to the Xindi reptilian who had found him, he was at the receiving end of a plasma rifle... The situation was remarkably similar to what Jonathan Archer had faced. He was about to blow up some Xindi and one came and found him just before he managed his task...
He raised his hands. The same fears as Fargo running in his mind, except this time the shadow of a station couldn't save him. The burning hot plasma beam would kill him, quickly or make him wallow in a world of pain as the oxygen drained from his suit. What could he do? A thought came to him. Padds couldn't usually be used by gloves... or boots, but this one was specially designed for that purpose. Maybe if he stamped on it hard enough then it would still work? Only one way to find out... His capturer was still on the edge of the loose plate. He stepped backwards with his right foot, using it to find the padd. The Xindi thought he was just backing away and smiled devilishly. "Well I need an answer to my question?" He lifted his left boot from the floor and stepped back. He stamped down as hard as he could. It worked! A high pitched squeal rose up in the deck and it screamed deafeningly. "Sending you to hell!" He yelled at the Xindi in response to the Reptilian's question over the hight pitched scream. Boom! The EPS relay exploded. Archer was sent flying over on his right side. He managed to grab hold of the deck. His plan worked! By some miracle it worked! The deck plate with all the Xindi on it had been thrown off the ship.

Bridge
1647 Hours


"Commander, sensors are detecting a piece of hull plating becoming detached," the ensign at Security announced. "There's someone on it."
Will turned to look at him.
"Archer?" he asked.
"No, sir... it's... Xindi!"
Will stared at him. There were Xindi on the outer hull!
"Vapourise it. And scan for others. Make sure Archer and his team are alive."
"Aye, sir."

Exterior

After a few seconds Enterprise had scanned the plate, discovered what was on it and vaporised it with a phaser beam. He tried to bring the suit's comm system back online. *"Warning communications damaged."* It wasn't the only dire news he had. *"Warning, oxygen supply leak. Oxygen for 7 minutes left."* He still had a job to do... He crawled along the deck until he reached the first damaged docking latch, latch 4. The main issue he could see here was that it was being jammed by a damaged component. Archer kicked it. It didn't budge. He kicked it again. Still nothing. Activating the magboots on the leg he had bee using to kick, he attached his boot to the component and pushed. The component broke free in an array of sparks and fell into space. It was an important part but only in the separation sequence. They could reintegrate without it. The clamp still wasn't working. He pulled the cover off the control mechanism consoles and placed it down on the deck, it floated off but not fast enough for him not to catch it when he needed it back. He examined the flickering console. He had shot himself in the foot. As he thought about method to fix the issue he corrected himself. He had shot himself in the foot twice.
The EPS conduit had been the one that fed this port, the one had just blown. The only way that was immediately obvious of rectifying the power shortage was to use a power pack, which he had also just blown up! He thought quickly. He pulled the tricorder from his engineering kit (which he had moved with him) and smashed it against the hull. It cracked slightly he repeated this action again. *"Warning. Oxygen depletion in five minutes."* Could he do this in five minutes? He doubted it. It wasn't a matter of could, it was a matter of must. He just needed the tricorder to break. He flung the scanning device down against the deck again. The back splintered. Just what he needed. He ripped out the small black power pack that was running the device. He removed a smaller magnetic clamp and attached it next to the console. Shoving his fingers in the now empty gap, he managed to crack the casing further. It was hard in the suits gloves, especially with the ever present fear that he might breach them and lose oxygen even more quickly!" Finally the case split in two and he could reach the small wires he desperately needed. He pulled out as many as he could and coiled them together. They would be lose connections but it would have to do. He tightly coiled the ends of the wires to form an even tighter bunch. He shoved that end in the tricorder's power pack. He made the other end of the wires more spread out so he could shove it in the external power port on the console. By some miracle it worked and the console worked. He readied the clamp for docking. He got it half way through the cycle, the force of the escort section docking should force the clamp into position. *"Warning two minutes before oxygen depletion."* He rushed across the deck to clamp 14. Half the thing was missing! Two minutes. He focused his mind. You can do it, so let's get on with it!" The panel cover from port 4 was floating a couple of metre's away from him. He grabbed it and pulled it over. He'd left his engineering kit over at port 4! He rushed over. He didn't have time to move the whole kit. He grabbed his laser saw and returned to port 14. He was going to die. He wondered how he'd be remembered. No, he couldn't think like that! I am going to die, but not today and not here. The missing half of this clamp should be virtually symmetrical with what was left. He activated the saw and cut. It took him a minute and a half. His last thirty seconds was spent using the saw to weld the piece in place. *"Warning oxygen depletion imminent."* The human brain can survive three minutes without oxygen, he wasn't sure where he'd pulled the fact from or if it was even a fact. With his last breaths he re-activated the clamp and it retreated into the hull. At least something hadn't been effected by him blowing that EPS conduit up! His brain was screaming for oxygen. There was no way he could make it back to the air lock. Maybe he had saved himself yet again by blowing out the EPS conduit. He had a large amount of lactic acid build up in all his muscles. Every step, every heartbeat was pure solid pain. His throat closed in on itself, he wanted to scream but it was a physical impossibility. He was going to have a heart attack and then he was going to suffocate... He stumbled past the point where he had first seen the Xindi. He had left his tool case, oh well there was no time. After a minute that seemed like hours he reached his destination, had the detonation been big enough to cause a hull breach? He peered over the edge of the small crater. Thankfully it had! Unfortunately containment fields were back up. As his hope drained away he fell forwards and landed on the field. It wasn't that strong and he fell straight through it. He caught on the edge of the deck as he fell. He stared into the eyes of a wide eyed Lieutenant. He looked more like a bolian than a human now, the colour his skin had gone. He couldn't think anymore. He fell, he fell down into the pits of hell...
Suddenly he stopped. He vaguely noticed that the containment field around the breach was back up and that the force field locking it off from the corridor was down. With some effort and no help what so ever from Archer the Lieutenant managed to pull the man into the corridor. Archer felt the bump as he fell against the deck. He thought he was dead. But did people didn't feel themselves being pulled onto decks. With the no strength he had left and pulled his helmet off and took long deep breaths of the air around him. It stank and tasted of burnt out consoles and other fire damage but to Archer it was sweeter than any air he had ever tasted before. Black dots swam across his eyes but he was alive, he had somehow survived two minutes and seven seconds without air. He almost laughed in the joy of being alive but his body wouldn't allow him to expel any precious air. He had to report! He had to get to the bridge. With tiny amounts of his strength restored his moved his flat palm up to his mouth and then pointed it towards the Lieutenant to say thank you or not. He had no idea wether she under stood him. He half crawled half limped into the nearest turbolift. Bracing himself he against the turbo-lift wall he used the console on the lift wall to travel to the bridge...

Bridge

"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

OCC: Callum, feel free to talk about your EVA experiences simultaneous to this. Sorry I haven't posted much today. My wifi can't seem to find the website's server but my phone can on 3G. Any ideas? (It's worked before.)

TAG: Callum, Scott

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 21, 2014, 01:16:33 pm
OOC:  I will reply later today.  I've got to have another read through and figure out what to do with my character.  Also, just a side note, the Enterprise doesn't have that many turbo lifts, only ones leading to vital areas of the ship for emergency use.  Transporter tech has advanced that much that there are multiple transporters on each deck and they are now the primary way of getting around the ship, also due to her size, taking a turbo lift would take you too long.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 21, 2014, 01:47:15 pm
OOC: Part whatever...

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

TAG: Callum/Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 02:42:41 pm
OOC: Part three

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

TAG: Callum/Scott
The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."
Tag Will, Callum 
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 21, 2014, 05:15:25 pm
OOC: Part three

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

TAG: Callum/Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 06:35:23 pm
OOC: Part three

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

TAG: Callum/Scott

OOC: I apologise for my post of over 3000 words in a JP. I should have allowed the mission to continue so that you two could contribute. I just had an idea and I had to run with it. I'll try not to do it again.

IC:
Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 21, 2014, 07:14:22 pm
OOC: Part three

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

TAG: Will/Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 07:30:49 pm
OOC: Part three

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

TAG: Will/Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 07:35:56 pm
OOC: should we post part 3 and end the JP here. Or do you want to wait till the Enterprise is successfully reintegrated?
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 21, 2014, 07:39:51 pm
OOC: You could post it up, and do the final reintegration in a separate post of your own. As myself and Will are pretty much just watching you work at this point. Up to you though.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 07:42:59 pm
OOC: yeah but half the Enterprise is about blow up. (See last paragraph in the quote from my last IC post) I think you and Will might have some input?
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 21, 2014, 07:51:51 pm
OOC: Good point, hadn't really thought about that.

IC:

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

TAG: Will/Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 08:03:22 pm
OOC: Good point, hadn't really thought about that.

IC:

USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

TAG: Will/Scott
"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

TAG:Callum, Will
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 21, 2014, 11:03:59 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

TAG: Scott, Will

OOC: Do you think I've added too much detail about the emergency section systems??
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 21, 2014, 11:31:14 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

TAG: Scott, Will

OOC: Do you think I've added too much detail about the emergency section systems??

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

TAG: Will, Callum.

OOC: I don't think you went into too much detail. People don't know if we don't tell them.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 22, 2014, 12:08:29 am
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

TAG: Will, Scott.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 22, 2014, 12:27:15 am
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

TAG: Will, Scott.

OOC: I think we should pause here for a while and let Commander Angel catch up, we have kinda posted a lot today.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 22, 2014, 01:19:08 am
OOC: Accidentally edited Scot's last post instead of quoting it.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 22, 2014, 01:34:15 am
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

TAG: Will, Scott.

OOC: I think we should pause here for a while and let Commander Angel catch up, we have kinda posted a lot today.

Scott maintained his post a while longer. "Sir, maybe your right. This wasn't my fault. According to these readings, my repairs held and are all intact." He carried on tapping away at the console. "I'll get you that damage report then I'll get to engineering."

OOC: agreed, it is getting late as well
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 22, 2014, 10:26:48 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

"Aye, sir," Will said, and turned to the comm panel on the captain's chair.
=/\= Enterprise to saucer section. =/\=
=/\= Saucer section, Copeland here. =/\=
=/\= Mr Copeland, be advised we're delaying our rendezvous until we assess the damage we've recently sustained. Please make best time to Earth, we'll catch up en route. =/\=
=/\= Understood. Is everything ok, Will? =/\=
=/\= I'm afraid not. I'll send a message packet to you as soon as I can. You need to know we've taken some casualties. Enterprise out. =/\=

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

Scott maintained his post a while longer. "Sir, maybe your right. This wasn't my fault. According to these readings, my repairs held and are all intact." He carried on tapping away at the console. "I'll get you that damage report then I'll get to engineering."

Will returned to the aft of the bridge to join Callum and Scott.
"Admiral, I've informed Commander Copeland that we're not meeting as planned. They're heading for Earth, we'll pick them up on the way once we're fit to run. Mr Archer, a Starfleet Chief Engineer is endowed with many qualities. Self-doubt isn't one of them. Your actions have probably just saved the ship. I think you've just lost the right to question your suitability for the position."

TAG: Callum, Scott
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 22, 2014, 10:31:09 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

"Aye, sir," Will said, and turned to the comm panel on the captain's chair.
=/\= Enterprise to saucer section. =/\=
=/\= Saucer section, Copeland here. =/\=
=/\= Mr Copeland, be advised we're delaying our rendezvous until we assess the damage we've recently sustained. Please make best time to Earth, we'll catch up en route. =/\=
=/\= Understood. Is everything ok, Will? =/\=
=/\= I'm afraid not. I'll send a message packet to you as soon as I can. You need to know we've taken some casualties. Enterprise out. =/\=

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

Scott maintained his post a while longer. "Sir, maybe your right. This wasn't my fault. According to these readings, my repairs held and are all intact." He carried on tapping away at the console. "I'll get you that damage report then I'll get to engineering."

Will returned to the aft of the bridge to join Callum and Scott.
"Admiral, I've informed Commander Copeland that we're not meeting as planned. They're heading for Earth, we'll pick them up on the way once we're fit to run. Mr Archer, a Starfleet Chief Engineer is endowed with many qualities. Self-doubt isn't one of them. Your actions have probably just saved the ship. I think you've just lost the right to question your suitability for the position."

TAG: Callum, Scott
Archer nodded. "Thank you sir. I'm converting the ships major controls to binary over multitronics because what's left of the computer should be able to process it more easily. I have transfered 23% of primary systems to binary and I've set Lieutenant Stevens to carry on with the rest, I have a basic damage report if you want sir?
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel/ Admiral Jackson EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 22, 2014, 10:59:23 pm
OOC: I think after the damage report is given and your two response to that, we should post part 3 and return to the launch mission? Do you agree?
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel/ Admiral Jackson EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Callum Jackson on April 23, 2014, 12:31:53 am
OOC: I do.  Also, Will, I asked you to send a message to the Saucer asking them to come back to us not carry on to Earth.
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} William Angel on April 23, 2014, 10:21:35 am
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

"Aye, sir," Will said, and turned to the comm panel on the captain's chair.
=/\= Enterprise to saucer section. =/\=
=/\= Saucer section, Copeland here. =/\=
=/\= Mr Copeland, be advised we're unable to make the rendezvous due to the damage we've recently sustained. Please make best time to our current coordinates. =/\=
=/\= Understood. Is everything ok, Will? =/\=
=/\= I'm afraid not. I'll brief you when you get back. You need to know we've taken some casualties. Enterprise out. =/\=

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

Scott maintained his post a while longer. "Sir, maybe your right. This wasn't my fault. According to these readings, my repairs held and are all intact." He carried on tapping away at the console. "I'll get you that damage report then I'll get to engineering."

Will returned to the aft of the bridge to join Callum and Scott.
"Admiral, I've informed Commander Copeland that we're not meeting as planned. They're heading back here. Mr Archer, a Starfleet Chief Engineer is endowed with many qualities. Self-doubt isn't one of them. Your actions have probably just saved the ship. I think you've just lost the right to question your suitability for the position."

Archer nodded. "Thank you sir. I'm converting the ships major controls to binary over multitronics because what's left of the computer should be able to process it more easily. I have transfered 23% of primary systems to binary and I've set Lieutenant Stevens to carry on with the rest, I have a basic damage report if you want sir?"

"Yes, please, Ensign," Will answered. "But more importantly, how soon do you estimate until we're ready to head back to Earth?"

TAG: Callum, Scott

OOC: I've corrected the error, my bad... it was a late night!
Title: Re: Ensign Archer/ Commander Angel EVA walk JP
Post by: {EE} Scott Archer on April 23, 2014, 03:57:32 pm
USS Enterprise
Bridge
1654 Hours


"Sir, all personnel are back on board," the security officer reported.
"Thank you, Ensign," Will said. Reverse the polarity of the magnetic field on the outer hull."
"Reversing polarity, aye, sir."
Will watched with some measure of satisfaction as the entire contingent of Xindi was repulsed from the ship's surface. He felt their fear and anger, but closed his mind to it.
"Good work. Where's Archer?"
"Um... he's on his way to the bridge, sir."
Will turned to look at the turbolift just at the moment it opened to reveal the exhausted-looking officer propped against the wall for balance.
"Mr Archer," he called out. "You should understand I currently hold the Starfleet record for the most occasions exposed to vacuum without an oxygen supply. If you're trying to match me, you have a long way to go. Report, please. In your own time. Catch your breath."

Archer retained his position. After a few seconds an ensign gave up her chair for him. He nodded to her thankfully and slumped down. It was a few minutes before the pain in his muscles started to subside ane he started breathing more normaly. He must have damaged his lungs as every beesth led to a sharp pain. He hoped his vocal chords were alright. He chanced speaking and found that between breaths his speach wad alright. "I don't plan too sir", this was worse than Fargo. Fargo made him sweat allot but there were no Xindi and plenty of oxygen... He took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell the...escort to... Come down lightly... To port. I... Repaired one... Clamp but... The other will need a slow approach... I'll control... Our clamps... From here. I can give the escort... Directions." He was managing to breath more easily now. He made it. He was alive.

"Make that happen. Get Mr Archer some oxygen," Will instructed, and the ensign at Security peeled a mask away from under his station. He applied it to Archer's face and the engineer's breathing seemed to improve immediately.
Will took a more leisurely path to where the stricken man sat.
"Good work, Ensign," he said. "Now, when you're fit again, you can control the reintegration from the aft station. Then you can report to sick bay and get checked over."

The oxygen mask was well received. His breathing cleared up and the last of the lactic acid drained away. He continued taking the oxygen. There was still the pain in his lungs but he was pretty sure this was as good as he was going to get... He stood and moved to the aft console. He was feeling much better now. He set the clamps to pre docking sequence. Clamp 4 was still coming up as red but if it held together the force of the dock should force it into position. If it broke then the dock should be fine. Clamp 14 seemed fine. His repair seemed to be working so far. If that broke as well, there were 12 to compensate. He was ready. He waited for the Commanders orders. Where was the Admiral? He must have done something or someone had as all the clamps were online. "Ready sir."

Will nodded his acknowledgment.
=/\= All hands prepare for reintegration. All hands prepare for reintegration. All standby stations coordinate with Ensign Archer on the Command section bridge. =/\=
After giving his orders shipwide he turned back to the engineering station.
"Mr Archer, this is your show. Call it."

Callum materialised on the transporter pad located in the aft section of the Bridge.  He stepped of the pad as he tightened his Admirals belt.

"Mr. Archer, please don't blow a hole in my ship again, but good work out there.  My COMMS failed, but I got the carrier section docking ports on the ventral side working, just." Callum lied, an Operations officer had done most of the work out there.

Callum smiled, it seemed only fitting to repeat what he had done many years ago on the Majesty "Ensign Archer, like the Commander just said, the show is yours" he started
=/\=Escort, Carrier, & Command Sections will transfer helm control to the engineering station on the command bridge=/\= he continued, but this time transmitting to the relevant sections.
"Mr. Archer, I want you to reintegrate all three sections, manually."

Archer nodded. He quickly worked the console in front of him. He could see the ship approaching , or rather the other half of this ship approaching. He signalled the officer doing his job on the other ship. He adjusted the starboard controls and engaged the clamps. All of them registered good. a message came on the console, *locks secure.* Now for the hard bit... He ran his fingers along the console *magnetic locks secured.* Ok, now the port side... =/\= "Ok, slowly bring your port side down." =/\= He engaged the clamps. 5 metres, 4, 3. The damaged clamp should now engage. The last 2.5 metres were covered in miliseconds. The other ship engaged their clamps too soon! It had happened much too quickly. Alarms started screaming everywhere. *"warning magnetic interlock failure! routing power. Warning EPS systems overload, Deck 4,5,6,7, 8, 9. Overload imminent, 30 seconds."* Alarms were screaming everywhere, the lighting flickered off; replaced by the blood red emergency lighting. Archer turned to the engineering console...

=/\=Abort reintegration, I repeat, Abort reintegration=/\= Callum announced to the sections.

"Mr. Archer, would cutting all power stop the overload?" Callum asked as he asked the power grid controls standing by to perform a full shutdown of the Command Section.

*Twenty Seconds Until Overload* The computer announced.

"We are reintegrated! Do it. It might relieve the pressure on decks 4 through 6 but there's too much redundant power still in the systems." He thought, there was only one option, he didn't like it and he was sure the Admiral wouldn't... *"15 seconds until overload!"* "we have to dump the redundant power in the systems somewhere, the only place I can think of that's currently evenly marginally safe to dump it is the main computer core. It will fry it but we have redundant systems... Admiral?" *"10 seconds until overload!"* "in the time we have, it's all I can think of. Permission to proceed?" *"8, 7..."*

The emergency lighting on the Bridge went out as did 90% of the consoles, the gentle hum of the life support systems that were feeding air around the command section faded out, other than the redundant power still running through the systems, the Enterprises command sections was offline.

The remaining consoles were pressure sensitive, lower power consoles.  These were a new design only implemented on the Enterprise to date.  These consoles were linked to several critical systems around the Command Section, these systems and consoles were powered by their own, limited, power supply and using these consoles the section commander could do one of very few tasks, transfer power, send a distress call, or in an emergency situation, destroy the section by activating a 10 second fuse on a devastating emergency auto destruct sequence.  This sequence wasn't like the traditional one, yes it would destroy the section in an extreme situation where no other option was viable, but it required only one command from the section commander, one palm print and there would be no going back.  Each section of the Enterprise was fitted with it's own emergency system.  There was only one draw back with the system, once the primary, backup, & reserve power options failed, the system could only remain online for fifteen minutes and if the destruct sequence was needed, the decision to activate it would need to be made in the first eight seconds of activating the system or there wouldn't be enough power to fuel the explosives.

"Do It!" Callum barked as he isolated the Command section computer core to prevent damage to the other sections.
*6...5...4...3...*

The Admrial was too late. Archer had already done it. Unfortunately with all the conduits already down all the power wasn't going to make it... *" 2,1"* An explosion distant in the bowels of the ship sent sparks flying up on the bridge. The consoles that hadn't gone out yet all now flickered out. Boom! This time the explosion was closer but was quieter than the previous one. Not all of the power made it to the core, but judging from the fact that Enterprise wasn't falling apart around them, no decks had been blown up... Archer had managed to hang onto his console but both explosions had sent large shock waves through the ship, most of the bridge staff had collapsed on the floor. His knuckles going white  Archer let go of the console and calmly walked to a hidden panel under the bridge floor that was just behind his console and in front of the MSD (not that that was still visible.) He pulled the panel up from the floor and pulled a lever inside. Some consoles flickered back on, the computer with a distorted voice announced, *"bridge emergency computer override active."* He helped a fallen Lieutenant up and made his way back to his console. Half the ship's internal sensors were down so getting a damage report was tricky. "87% of the computer core is burnt out. It'll take months to replace all the data nodes... Two conduits on deck 7 exploded, minor structual damage. We are reintegrated the best I can tell. Sickbay reports 26 casulties, 4 serious. I'm using the back up core in engineering and the main core in the escort section to try and get our systems back up. It'll take a while. I can get you a damage report when I'm done although I would recommend a deck by deck, full damage report." Archer turned to his console. He'd done the best he could. Half his console was failing, it could take a while...

"At least we're still in one piece" Callum commented "Mr. Archer, before proceeding please confirm the ship is at a full stop, then secure the engines, I don't want this ship moving a micron until I say otherwise" Callum ordered as he straightened his uniform after picking himself up from the deck.

=/\=Med Team Three to the bridge=/\=
=/\=Go ahead=/\= Callum replied
=/\=We've found the senior engineering officers, including the chief=/\= reported one of the medics
=/\=Good, is the chief in any condition to come up to the Bridge??=/\= Callum asked
=/\=Negative Sir, all eight senior engineers were in a meeting at the time, none of them made it Sir.  We've reported in to Sickbay, everyone else is accounted for.  We have many injured, but only eight fatalities.=/\= reported the medic
=/\=Understood=/\= Callum closed the COMM Link.

"Ensign Archer, it is with regret I must inform you that as of now you are no longer acting chief.  I am granting a permanent promotion to Chief Engineer, it will be up to you who you assign as your deputies". Callum said

"Will, send a message to the Saucer section, inform them of our situation and have them return to us as soon as possible, we need all the help we can get" Callum said as he worked on a console "Archer, would it be possible to activate the emergency crew subroutine, using the holographic crew we could assess the ship deck by deck much faster??" Callum asked.

"Aye, sir," Will said, and turned to the comm panel on the captain's chair.
=/\= Enterprise to saucer section. =/\=
=/\= Saucer section, Copeland here. =/\=
=/\= Mr Copeland, be advised we're unable to make the rendezvous due to the damage we've recently sustained. Please make best time to our current coordinates. =/\=
=/\= Understood. Is everything ok, Will? =/\=
=/\= I'm afraid not. I'll brief you when you get back. You need to know we've taken some casualties. Enterprise out. =/\=

What just happened? He was less than 24 hours into his first proper mission aboard the flagship and he was suddenly a senior officer... "I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Archer checked the holographic controls. "They're active on deck 1, 4, 11 and 12. However I can't confirm how intact their programming is and if I activate them I will have no control over their matrices." He paused for a second. "Permission to promote chief second class Doyle to Chief first class?" He quickly racked his brain, who else was there? "Why am I CE sir? Not that I'm ungrateful. Us there are other ensigns in engineering?"

"Might be better if we conduct the assessments ourselves then" Callum started "Permission to promote Doyle granted.  And to answer your question, I don't know those officers, I don't know their capabilities, you on the other hand, I have witnessed first hand how capable you are within Engineering and keeping my ship running.  You will learn that I don't always look at rank, if I feel you are capable I will offer you the job.  There are indeed other Ensigns, Lieutenants, even Commanders within the Engineering department, but none of which I am willing to hand over responsibility of the maintenance of this ship to." Callum paused as officers from the escort section were making their way back to their original stations.

Scott maintained his post a while longer. "Sir, maybe your right. This wasn't my fault. According to these readings, my repairs held and are all intact." He carried on tapping away at the console. "I'll get you that damage report then I'll get to engineering."

Will returned to the aft of the bridge to join Callum and Scott.
"Admiral, I've informed Commander Copeland that we're not meeting as planned. They're heading back here. Mr Archer, a Starfleet Chief Engineer is endowed with many qualities. Self-doubt isn't one of them. Your actions have probably just saved the ship. I think you've just lost the right to question your suitability for the position."

Archer nodded. "Thank you sir. I'm converting the ships major controls to binary over multitronics because what's left of the computer should be able to process it more easily. I have transfered 23% of primary systems to binary and I've set Lieutenant Stevens to carry on with the rest, I have a basic damage report if you want sir?"

"Yes, please, Ensign," Will answered. "But more importantly, how soon do you estimate until we're ready to head back to Earth?"

TAG: Callum, Scott

OOC: I've corrected the error, my bad... it was a late night!

Archer nodded and started his long list of bad news... "Shields are down. The deflector, minor hull damage on deck 7. We have 4 hull breaches, they have all been contained but we don't have the resources to patch them up out here. 24 EPS conduits are down, 8 of those aren't replaceable until we get to a Starbase. 82% of the command section computer core is offline, the link up modules were also burnt out so we can't use the escort core to stabilise our systems. I've got Ensign Jane McFarlene, my second deputy after Doyle and a computer specialist, in the core with a team. They're pulling out the damages modules and making a pile of utterly destroyed ones and a pile of modules that will take less than 30 minutes to repair. It's going to take a while... 4 days from last estimates. The link ups are quite deep within the core, it will be almost 4 days before the team gets to them.
The Reserve Bioneural Interference Coil is blown out, meaning the gel packs that control secondary systems aren't responding and sending off data randomly. I've had to shut down the whole network, I can't be any more specific than that without a survey.
The Primary Variance Grid and the Passive Phase Inverter are both failing meaning that phasers won't survive more a shot or two from each array and doing so could cause more EPS damage.
The Quantum Polarisation Matrix and three plasma injectors are offline. We can't go any faster than warp 4 with those systems down and if the matter- antimatter reaction stops then we won't be able to restart it.
That's just what I've got from internal sensors and diagnostics on 8 decks. What we really need right now is a full survey of the outer hull and primary systems and major back ups. Everyone who can needs to be doing some sort of maintenance work or surveying work. I wish the news was better but unfortunately it's not. The Escort section is damaged, they'll be sending you a damage report momentarily. I recommend getting a complete structual report per deck before I can give you an estimate. Roughly a day, maybe two before I recommend going to warp considering there is no major damage, it could be much longer if there is... With your permission, I'll go to Engineering?"
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