Elysium - Well this is not the way it was planned

Posted on Sun Sep 6th, 2020 @ 2:02am by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Lieutenant Sapphire Morgan [Lalor] & Lieutenant JG Nerinath zh'Rhilror [Lalor] & Cadet Junior Grade Triston Montgomery [Lalor] & Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Ensign Kara Hoffman & Lieutenant Tate Sullivan Ph.D. & Lieutenant JG Devin xi'Indrai & Lieutenant Scott Gregory [Taylor] & Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib] & Lieutenant JG T'Kek [Naxea] & Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail & Chief Warrant Officer Man'darr [Naxea] & Private 1st Class Durak

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: USS Elysium - Various
Timeline: MD9 -10h00
1187 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Phoenix finished giving orders to the away teams and they had just finished beaming down, and she disengaged the hologram and as she did so, alarms began to sound. RED alert blared through the ship. Phoenix spun and stared at Operations. "Report!"

"Ma'am, the transporter has activated and beamed several crew around the ship, randomly." Morgan reported.

Phoenix wanted to cry. Her XO was off the ship, as was the majority of her senior staff. "Major Azhul to the Bridge at once! Lieutenant JG xi'Indrai get to the Blister!"

Naxea heard the call to come to the bridge from her office in Marine Country. "On my way, Captain," she responded, standing from her desk and walking briskly to the trubolift down the corridor from her office. She wondered what the captain wanted as she stepped into the turbolift and what the Red Alert was about. "Bridge."

The turbolift began it's journey through the massive ship until slowing to a halt a minute later. As the doors slid open, Naxea stepped out onto the bridge. "Major Azhul reporting as ordered, captain."

Devin blinked at the Captain clearly confused about what the Blister was, "Sorry Captain but what and where is the Blister? This is well outside of anything I have ever done. I am not trained for communication channels." Devin said with as much respect as she could muster despite her confusion.

Phoenix paused. "The intelligence Blister. Its beneath the deck. Down that ramp" Phoenix pointed.

"Major, I apologize but i need an XO and you are it" Phoenix said waving to the XO chair.

A quick and efficient message to her console informed Tate that Alicia had been assigned to an away team, which meant Tate would be required to offer support on the bridge. Glad she had woken up early and gotten herself ready just for this very possibility, she headed to the bridge and took her place, offering a nod of acknowledgment to Phoenix in the process. She saw no immediate need to announce herself and instead decided to take the opportunity to review the status of the ship, crew and the away team from the nearby console. She arrived just in time to hear several members of the crew had been randomly transported to other locations aboard the ship. Frowning and biting her lip ever so imperceptibly, Sullivan could feel Phoenix's frustration close by. This away mission. This mission was going to be stressful enough without having to deal with more unexplained complications.

Naxea nodded and took the XO seat and immediately felt herself sink down some. 'Oh, you got to be kidding me,' she thought at the over comfortable chair as she changed her posture sit farther forward in the seat.

Kara was lucky, she hadn't been targeted by this random transport malfunction. She stared at the bridge engineering station dumbfounded as information streamed across the screen. "C-captain I...Wha? How? This...Isn't possible. The Transporter controls have been locked out, I can't gain access. Not just that but internal sensors are being scrambled, we won't be able to know where anyone is onboard accurately. Oh, and power to the transporters have also been disabled." Kara sighed, it was just one problem after another.

Devin headed to the Intelligence Blister, though she had no idea what it was about, she muttered under her breath as she looked it over. Well this day just gets more confusing the more it goes. she thought to herself with a frown.


=== DECK 10===

The haze of transportation lingered on M'Tuuri's narrow eyes as she held up her mug of coffee, thankful that it had joined her on this sudden unplanned relocation. "Well, thisss is certainly annoying..." She growled before closing her eyes and taking another long sip.

=== DECK 15===

Tallia had been reassuring Chief Paul's daughter that the 'growth' on her neck was not a tumor, only an ingrown hair that she could easily remove, mere seconds before, now she found herself strapped into a Supermarine Spitfire that was somehow flying itself, since she clearly wasn't flying it, looking ahead at dozens of ME-109s, "Oh, Crap, this looks like one of Gallia's games." She muttered into the open radio, "Means we might be looking at TIE fighters in a few minutes."

Scott looked around in confusion. One minute he was in the fabrication shop now he was here sitting in the cockpit of some vintage aircraft. "What in the world is going on?" He asked to no one in particular. He just wanted out.

"Oh right, here we go." Tallia began, "This is one of Gallia's holodeck sims, battle of Britain presumably, but we need to keep an eye out for safety idiosincracies because Gallia managed to put one in every group."

Hearing that didn't make Scott feel any better. "Um, what kind of idiosyncrasies are we talking about?" He questioned.

Reo'thanra Sandtail Yelped as he rematerialized in in the cargo bay, his deft pay like hands Snapping to his hip, Dragging his Carbine up to a Low Ready, the Weapons power cell Whining as it charged up. "Where the...." he nervously stammered as he Glanced the Cavernous Chamber.

===DECK 27===

Durak blinked in surprise as he looked about his surroundings and recognizing that he was in a cargo bay. Which one, though was another story. "What the hell?" he moaned.

=Bridge=

Phoenix looked around her bridge crew. "Senior Chief De La Rosa" She said. "You are in charge of getting to the bottom of this." She ordered. "Find our people, get them out of wherever they are. Lieutenant Hoffman, you and Lieutenant Holt are to track down whatever program did this!"

Kara looked away from her station to the Captain. "Right, on it. I'll get down to the transporter and see if we can't figure this out pronto. Nothing much I can do from here right now anyway. We'll have this sorted in no time." She jumped away from her station at a fast march and headed into the turbolift.

"At once Captain." Fernando replied crisply but then wondered where he was going to find nonessential personnel to help him in rescuing those trapped. Then he had it! He would use the cadets. This would be good training for them as well. He tapped his combadge. "Cadet Sophomore Grade Seraphym Fitzroy, Cadet Freshman Grade Ludmilla Brett and Cadet Freshman Grade Triston Montgomery meet at supply and maintenance on the double."

There were two quick replies from Fitzroy and Montgomery as he did so.

Meanwhile, Tate kept busy by coordinating with the medical department just in case there were injuries to address. Being randomly transported to various areas of the ship could either be simply annoying or downright dangerous depending on where one ended up. Even so, she kept one ear on the captain, just in case her particular guidance were needed to strategize a way forward. That's far, she didn't see how her particular skills could be used to negotiate if technology were to blame. She had been in Starfleet long enough to know that things weren't always what they had first appeared to be.