Post by Ensign Tekison Nevir on Dec 16, 2014 22:43:07 GMT -8
"No, right now it looks like I'm staying planet-side. Most functional ships are being used for official purposes. I'll be fine, mother, its bad here, but its nothing like Bajor was. Don't let father listen to the news.. he'll try to equate it to us." Tek said, standing in a rather small room in one of the emergency facilits set up north of the Golden Gate, and near the ruins of the Academy.
Starfleet Academy. The true gateway of the Federation, and even of San Francisco. Or at least it was, before the Klingons decided that honor did not hold for young students and blasted the place like some target astroid. The facility that spawned legends for centuries was nothing more than a blackened rubble field, and Tek planned to go there after this call was completed. Right now, he needed to finish this call, especially for the line outside. At least he got his parents to calm down, though his father had left quickly to go help DS9. His thoughts had almost betrayed him and made him miss hearing his mother's question about his ship.
"The Luna survived, barely, but right now it doesn't look good. The first couple of decks were destroyed. If it wasn't for the backup crew in the battle bridge, we wouldn't have survived. I doubt any of the senior staff survived." he said, shaking his head. A knock at the door alerted him that his time was up.
"I have to go, mother, I'll talk to you as soon as I can." he said, hanging up the call and exiting the room, stepping out of the makeshift tent and back to where Federation officers of all ranks were sorting through the rubble, looking for survivors or starting the tough process of cleaning up the wreckage. Looking around for a place to start, he decided to find the science building, and started the process of looking around the ruins for signs of life or items that Starfleet would rather not have to replace. Personal items, rare sample, any still functional lab equipment, anything would help the rebuilding effort. Every so often he would pull out his tricorder, scanning the former lab rooms, or the classrooms, and then finally the samples storage rooms, calling out to medical personnel if he found a lifesign. Too many times he found a body, and too many times it was a student. Tek worked silently for about 4 hours straight, before being pulled off and sent to an open tent for lunch rations. He ate as he worked... in silence. Ignoring the world around him, oblivious to those around.
Starfleet Academy. The true gateway of the Federation, and even of San Francisco. Or at least it was, before the Klingons decided that honor did not hold for young students and blasted the place like some target astroid. The facility that spawned legends for centuries was nothing more than a blackened rubble field, and Tek planned to go there after this call was completed. Right now, he needed to finish this call, especially for the line outside. At least he got his parents to calm down, though his father had left quickly to go help DS9. His thoughts had almost betrayed him and made him miss hearing his mother's question about his ship.
"The Luna survived, barely, but right now it doesn't look good. The first couple of decks were destroyed. If it wasn't for the backup crew in the battle bridge, we wouldn't have survived. I doubt any of the senior staff survived." he said, shaking his head. A knock at the door alerted him that his time was up.
"I have to go, mother, I'll talk to you as soon as I can." he said, hanging up the call and exiting the room, stepping out of the makeshift tent and back to where Federation officers of all ranks were sorting through the rubble, looking for survivors or starting the tough process of cleaning up the wreckage. Looking around for a place to start, he decided to find the science building, and started the process of looking around the ruins for signs of life or items that Starfleet would rather not have to replace. Personal items, rare sample, any still functional lab equipment, anything would help the rebuilding effort. Every so often he would pull out his tricorder, scanning the former lab rooms, or the classrooms, and then finally the samples storage rooms, calling out to medical personnel if he found a lifesign. Too many times he found a body, and too many times it was a student. Tek worked silently for about 4 hours straight, before being pulled off and sent to an open tent for lunch rations. He ate as he worked... in silence. Ignoring the world around him, oblivious to those around.