Post by Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison on May 9, 2014 11:51:06 GMT -8
Alyssa didn’t normally see herself as an anxious person, but for these kinds of situations, her anxiety reached its furthest limits. This crisis looked far more likely to get worse than it was to get better, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t figure out how to change that prediction. But she would try all the same.
At the moment, Alyssa focused upon the shields…specifically, getting the shields to cover every side of the ship. But the starboard side had taken extensive damage. Even if they had the power, the grid had psychical holes in it. They’d have to get a team to physically repair it before the shields could go back up…and that would take time. Time they didn’t have.
"They're hailing us again."
Alyssa suppressed a sigh of annoyance. These aliens were frustratingly impatient. Unfortunately, they had no choice but to tolerate that impatience. It was better than the alternative.
"You are playing games with us Captain Kealan Monroe.” The alien captain challenged. The ground was shrinking beneath their feet. Stalling wasn’t working anymore, and they still had no come up with a viable plan. Alyssa’s greatest fears were coming alive. There might be no other choice but to accept this defeat in order to survive. Getting themselves vaporized wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Had it been a fool’s errand to think they could find a way out of this…
…or was it to soon to give up. Alyssa couldn’t give up that hope, not completely. The Talon was too strong…the crew was too smart. There was a path. They just hadn’t made it yet.
"So, you are denying having fired upon a vessel of the Ea'n'Dra Fleet?"
"Fired-" Kealan replied in confusion. "We fired no weapon!" She and Kealen seemed to be sharing the same thoughts, as well as the same facial expressions. Alyssa knew for a fact that the ship hadn fired nothing. She’d have been the one to fire it…which lead to a new issue. If Mei’s original plan—to surrender herself for punishment—were to become the required course, then it would not be a pilot they’d want. It would be the one who fired the ship’s weapons and “murdered” that crew. It would be Alyssa. A cold chill slid down her back, as the full realization of that thought came upon her.
"Lies," the alien shouted as the golden tone to his skin darkened measurably. "We have a witness that says otherwise. A witness that is, at this moment, being questioned by your crew. All in the interest of peace with the Federation."
“Give them hell, Robin,” Alyssa whispered to herself. If anyone could, Robin could. She allowed herself a slight smile before the situation ripped her attention back to the issues at hand.
"However, our patience is at an end. We will begin by firing on the less important areas of your ship first."
Alyssa’s knuckles tightened as the captain made the only sensible decision he could at this point. "Lower the shields."
“Yes, sir,” Alyssa forcefully replied. It was painfully obvious her feelings about this move. It wasn’t that she disagreed, simply that she didn’t like it. No one did. Still, being mad about it helped…if only a little.
Just before she gave the command to drop the shields, a message appeared asking for verification and explanation of dropping the shields by one percent; an understandable verification to seek, though outdated now. She simply replied with the new order: drop the shields completely and immediately.
"Jenison, eyes on the sensors. If they so much as attempt a transporter lock, raise the shields." Kealen ordered.
“Understood, sir,” Alyssa replied with a curt nod. She changed the display on her console to bring up an advanced overview of their current sensor data. If they detected a transporter lock, it would be blatantly obvious for her to notice it. Above that, she locked the shields into an abbreviated activation sequence. In the push of a button, the shields would go up again. Timing could be vital. She couldn’t wait for the system to lag behind. She’d get a number of complaints by the computer, but it would get the shield up quickly.
“The deflector beam.” Jacoby commented. If she had taken the time to look at the first officer, she assumed she would have seen a light bulb appear over his head—not that she was complaining. Any new idea at this point was worth listening to.
“You were on the right tract with the plasma idea. We're in an encasing of energy that connects all of the enemy ships together, that's their weakness. Is it not possible to cause an over load with a deflector beam? At the right level, we should be able to overload their systems, maybe even disabling their ships all together.”
As she kept her eyes on the console, Alyssa considered his idea. Again, she was no engineer, but the principle of the idea appeared sound. The question was whether or not theory would prove to be practical. Were the ships connected in such a way to make them vulnerable? Even if they were, would they have the power to put on their plan? Even if all that worked out, in the end, would their efforts be enough? If they tried this, and it failed, there was no turning back. The ship and crew would undoubtedly suffer the consequences. It was certainly a risk, but maybe it was still better than placing their lives in someone else’s hands.
That was for the Captain to decide. Right now, her eyes were on the sensors. The rest of the Bridge crew could test Jacoby’s idea. She trusted them with her life. And in this situation, that was a very real trust.
Tag: @kealan, @jaivyn, @aurora, Any
At the moment, Alyssa focused upon the shields…specifically, getting the shields to cover every side of the ship. But the starboard side had taken extensive damage. Even if they had the power, the grid had psychical holes in it. They’d have to get a team to physically repair it before the shields could go back up…and that would take time. Time they didn’t have.
"They're hailing us again."
Alyssa suppressed a sigh of annoyance. These aliens were frustratingly impatient. Unfortunately, they had no choice but to tolerate that impatience. It was better than the alternative.
"You are playing games with us Captain Kealan Monroe.” The alien captain challenged. The ground was shrinking beneath their feet. Stalling wasn’t working anymore, and they still had no come up with a viable plan. Alyssa’s greatest fears were coming alive. There might be no other choice but to accept this defeat in order to survive. Getting themselves vaporized wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Had it been a fool’s errand to think they could find a way out of this…
…or was it to soon to give up. Alyssa couldn’t give up that hope, not completely. The Talon was too strong…the crew was too smart. There was a path. They just hadn’t made it yet.
"So, you are denying having fired upon a vessel of the Ea'n'Dra Fleet?"
"Fired-" Kealan replied in confusion. "We fired no weapon!" She and Kealen seemed to be sharing the same thoughts, as well as the same facial expressions. Alyssa knew for a fact that the ship hadn fired nothing. She’d have been the one to fire it…which lead to a new issue. If Mei’s original plan—to surrender herself for punishment—were to become the required course, then it would not be a pilot they’d want. It would be the one who fired the ship’s weapons and “murdered” that crew. It would be Alyssa. A cold chill slid down her back, as the full realization of that thought came upon her.
"Lies," the alien shouted as the golden tone to his skin darkened measurably. "We have a witness that says otherwise. A witness that is, at this moment, being questioned by your crew. All in the interest of peace with the Federation."
“Give them hell, Robin,” Alyssa whispered to herself. If anyone could, Robin could. She allowed herself a slight smile before the situation ripped her attention back to the issues at hand.
"However, our patience is at an end. We will begin by firing on the less important areas of your ship first."
Alyssa’s knuckles tightened as the captain made the only sensible decision he could at this point. "Lower the shields."
“Yes, sir,” Alyssa forcefully replied. It was painfully obvious her feelings about this move. It wasn’t that she disagreed, simply that she didn’t like it. No one did. Still, being mad about it helped…if only a little.
Just before she gave the command to drop the shields, a message appeared asking for verification and explanation of dropping the shields by one percent; an understandable verification to seek, though outdated now. She simply replied with the new order: drop the shields completely and immediately.
"Jenison, eyes on the sensors. If they so much as attempt a transporter lock, raise the shields." Kealen ordered.
“Understood, sir,” Alyssa replied with a curt nod. She changed the display on her console to bring up an advanced overview of their current sensor data. If they detected a transporter lock, it would be blatantly obvious for her to notice it. Above that, she locked the shields into an abbreviated activation sequence. In the push of a button, the shields would go up again. Timing could be vital. She couldn’t wait for the system to lag behind. She’d get a number of complaints by the computer, but it would get the shield up quickly.
“The deflector beam.” Jacoby commented. If she had taken the time to look at the first officer, she assumed she would have seen a light bulb appear over his head—not that she was complaining. Any new idea at this point was worth listening to.
“You were on the right tract with the plasma idea. We're in an encasing of energy that connects all of the enemy ships together, that's their weakness. Is it not possible to cause an over load with a deflector beam? At the right level, we should be able to overload their systems, maybe even disabling their ships all together.”
As she kept her eyes on the console, Alyssa considered his idea. Again, she was no engineer, but the principle of the idea appeared sound. The question was whether or not theory would prove to be practical. Were the ships connected in such a way to make them vulnerable? Even if they were, would they have the power to put on their plan? Even if all that worked out, in the end, would their efforts be enough? If they tried this, and it failed, there was no turning back. The ship and crew would undoubtedly suffer the consequences. It was certainly a risk, but maybe it was still better than placing their lives in someone else’s hands.
That was for the Captain to decide. Right now, her eyes were on the sensors. The rest of the Bridge crew could test Jacoby’s idea. She trusted them with her life. And in this situation, that was a very real trust.
Tag: @kealan, @jaivyn, @aurora, Any