Spin Correction

Posted on Wed Jan 4th, 2023 @ 3:51am by Lieutenant Commander Rin & Lieutenant JG Dunamis & Lieutenant JG Miraj Derani & Lieutenant JG Jason Danvers [Taylor] & Lieutenant JG T'Kek [Naxea] & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik}

Mission: Season 6 : Episode 1: Circinus
Location: Battlebridge. Deck 23 stardrive section
Timeline: (after "Making Connections from the Battle Bridge")
2658 words - 5.3 OF Standard Post Measure

Previously In Making Contact From The Battle Bridge

"I've just started downloading data to PaDDs, mapping out what we know of the ship's status. Does that work for you, sir?" Rin asked

"It works very well Lieutenant. "The more information we are able to obtain the better we are able to make a more comprehensive plan. . Well done,"

"Thank you, sir," Rin replied. The faster they could get a picture of what was happening, the more likely people were going to survive this. "I could use more PaDDs. Also, if you can spare it, a uniform. I'm running this in my pajamas."

Despite the seriousness of th situation, Malakai couldn't help but chuckle at Rin's comment. "I can replicate more PaDDs for you as well a uniform. I can transport the uniform and PaDDs to your location on the Battle Bridge. Oh, has Miraj gotten any boots yet? If not, I'll send a pair with the uniform and PaDDs."

"She has not. Wish me luck on convincing her to wear them."

And now the continuation

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Miraj grinned at Rin, with zero intention of putting anything on her feet and moved to the helm. "Is it working?" she asked Anish, sliding into the seat.

"We have thrusters. Not that it will do us any good," the denobulan replied. "No instruments, no sensors, no astrometrics."

Miraj scrunched her toes against the tough industrial carpet. "No problem." She touched her new commbadge, and hoped that a similar one had made it up to deck one. "Derani to the Bridge. Jason, are you there?"

On the bridge, Jason answered instantly, "I'm here Miraj. What do you need?"

"Can you get to a window? You're going to give me timing on the spin so I can slow us down."

"A window? Sure, I can go into the Commodore's ready room and use her window. Will that be enough for you?"

"Its more a case of will that be enough for you." Miraj looked at the helm, she had thrusters, and impulse, but no sensors, as Anish had said. "Alright, I'm ready, are we going clockwise or anti-clockwise from where you're standing?"

Jason didn't answer right away as he made his way into the Commodore's Ready Room and looked out the large window. He picked out distant stars and noticed the direction they were spinning. "We are spinning in a clockwise rotation. I repeat we are spinning clockwise Miraj."

"Cool, now I need you to count me up twelve, at the speed of the spin. find a fixed point if you can and call off points on the clock. Get it?"

"Yes Miraj, I get it. Hold on and let me find a fixed point." A few seconds pass before Jason's voice comes back. "Okay, got a fixed point. Let me know when you are ready for me to begin."

"Lets go." She flexed her fingers over the controls for for the pitch thrusters. "On your mark.

"Alright mark.
"One......two.....three.....four.....five.....six.....seven.....eight.....nine.....ten.....eleven.....twelve." Do you need me to do it again Miraj?"

"just keep counting until i say otherwise, and make sure you keep time."

Jason didn't answer, he jusr resumed his counting. "One.....two.....three.....four.....five.....six.....seven.....eight.....nine.....ten.....
eleven.....twelve."

Her nerves primed as he hit nine, and on eleven she hit the thrusters for just a moment until he said twelve." The tiny blast barely took the edge off the speed of his calls, but it was there, and she couldn't feel any protests from the superstructure, so when his count came round to ten she hit the thrusters again for a two second blast.

Jason continued his count "One........two........two.........three........four........five........six........seven........eight........nine........ten........eleven........twelve." He could tell their spin had slowed by the extended time it took him to call out the points to Miraj.

Miraj tapped patiently at the com as Jason's counts became slower and slower, cautiously slowing the spin, feet planted against the floor of the battle bridge, to check for any protests from the Elysium's frame. She could feel the feint shiver from the thrusters, but nothing that rang warning bells that they were going faster than the damaged ship could manage. Just a few more they'd be level, and then she could work on a complete stop.

At that time, the jeffries tube entrance into the bridge began to rattle and shake. When that seemed to fail to loosen the hatch pounding, not so loud at first but progressively louder and more urgent... until it opened at last, tipping a tall, lanky Kelpien man in red uniform onto the bridge. He took a moment to survey the bridge and dust his uniform off before speaking.

"I'm afraid I'm a tactical officer, not an engineering or operations officer as you wanted, but I'd still like to offer my assistance." He said smoothly. "I heard your outreach over my commbadge while trapped alone, and the jeffries tube cover was nearby." He took a moment to stretch as he walked towards the former drone. "The cover to the bridge seems to be stuck, however, perhaps from far too little use. After all, how often is it that any member of the crew needs to access the bridge of all places through it?"

Rin looked toward the officer, although her gaze was not quite focused. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, probably her sleepwear, sitting in the main chair. Two tubules ran from her left hand into the console it rested upon.

"I will take anyone I can get," Rin said. "I'm Lt Rin, Chief of Intelligence. What's your name, Lieutenant?"

"Dunamis. Ah... I'm afraid I'm no one notable in my department." He said. She must've come here straight from sleeping, or perhaps regenerating, he assumed from her attire that was noticeably not her uniform. Yet another crew member who'd had their lives thrown into disarray by... whatever this predicament of theirs ws.

"How may I assist?" He asked, walking towards the tactical console. It was familiar territory for him, after all.

"You're not going to find that console working," Rin informed him. "No operating sensors. Hopefully, we're about to get a lot more information being reported in over coms. Can you help keep track of it?"

Rin looked over at Miraj. "Unless you can make use of a tactical officer?"

"I need visuals right now more than anything else, so i think he's better off with you. Or possibly the doctors?"

"I am happy to assist wherever I can, ensign. As long as we find our way out of this predicament of ours." He responded.

"I'm working on it." Miraj promised, as Jason's count slowly came up to the eleven point. This time there was a full five seconds of thruster again, and she hoped it was enough. "Jason? Are we straight yet?"

Silence long, dark, eternal silence until Jason's voice filled the com. "Miraj, you did it!" His voice was euphoric. We are flying straight! The spin is gone! Do you hear me? The spin is gone! You are a miracle worker Miraj!"

"I know." Miraj switched to forward thrusters. "going for full stop, let me know when we stop moving."

"Conceited too." Jason muttered lowly then louder so Miraj could hear, "Hold on." he watched as the distant stars passed by the viewport until they stopped. "We're stopped." He announced to Miraj.


---REAR OFFICES, TRIAGE---

In one of the rear offices, T'Kek worked feverishly on the patient before him. The patient had fallen an entire deck and sustained massive injuries including broken ribs, shattered femur, and internal hemorrhaging. With his basic supplies, the man wouldn't make it. He needed more supplies as used a sub dermal regenerator to try and repair the internal damage but being a field model, it worked at a slower pace than the larger one normally stocked in a proper medical bay. What he wouldn't give to be in Sickbay at the moment. He focused back on the patient who looked at him with pleading eyes that were full of pain. "Hang on," he comforted the best he could. A moment later, the man's eyes rolled back into his head as his heart rate flat lined, causing him to go limp. "Shit! He's going into cardiac arrest," he commented as he placed a mobile breather on the man, dropping the sub-dermal regenerator and began to perform CPR. "Come on, come on," T'Kek pleaded as he compressed the man's chest. "Don't give up on me." The constant tone from the nearby medical tricoder told the story as T'Kek kept performing compressions. After a minute, T'Kek forced himself to stop, closing his eyes. The medical tricorder's tone telling him of his failure. It was his first loss as a doctor as he collapsed against the nearby bulkhead. Frustration filled him as he could have saved the man had he been in sickbay or even had more supplies.

“Are you alright?” Heather walked across to T’Kek offering an understanding gaze. Her current patient was stable for now but losing any patient especially crew of the ship was worse.

'None of this is fine,' he felt like replying bitterly but instead nodded slowly. "Yes. There is more work to be done," he forced himself to get up, as doubt began to fill his mind, born from his frustrations. He wanted someone else to handle it. Where was Doctor Sthilg? 'He would have been able to save the man,' he thought before grabbing a nearby sheet that had been in a storage compartment and unfolded it over the deceased man. 'No,' he thought as he stared at the sheet now covering the man. He and Heather were the only two qualified medical personnel on the deck, so it all fell to them. 'It's on us,' he concluded.

“You do realise I’m a Betazoid don’t you?” Heather gave T’Kek a knowing look. “You’re upset, and you’re angry, I can’t blame you for feeling that way. You did everything you could! Trust me I’ve been there, I know how it feels to lose someone you’ve tried your hardest to save. There’s only so much you can do.”

"It was a death that could have been prevented had we had the necessary supplies!" he shot back just as two Marines carried in two small crates with Starfleet Medical logo imprinted on them. "Here are some medical supplies."

Seeing the supplies enraged him more stepping towards the two Marines as he balled his hands into fists. "Where the hell were you five minutes ago!? Those supplies could have saved a patient! Put those crates down and get out of my sight!"

"Aye Sir," the two Marines replied in unison as they quickly put the crates down and left the room. Closing his eyes, he let out a slow breath as he flexed his hands into tight fists and back several times.

Heather turned to look at T’Kek “With all due respect Sir! ... That was uncalled for! Everyone here is doing what they can given the circumstances. I respectfully suggest you go and take a break, I’ll manage here until you’ve calmed down.”

T'Kek opened his eyes and turned to face Heather. "Your concern is noted and dismissed. You cannot aid these people alone and I will not jeopardize anyone's lives by leaving them in the care of a single medical officer." T'Kek stated sternly. He knew he needed a break to center his emotions but there were more people that needed help

Heather nodded. “Noted Lieutenant, but as soon as there’s a chance you’re to take a break. No excuses.”


---Battle Bridge---


Suddenly there was the sound of a transporter and a pair of boots and a uniform, neatly folded arrived on the battle bridge deck. With a note atop of the uniform. it read, One uniform for Lt. Rin, one pair of boots for Miraj.

Rin had watched Miraj's maneuver with bated breath, not daring to talk lest it distract her. Now, with the ship straight, she retrieved the transported items, then stepped toward Miraj.

"For when you're not at the helm," Rin said, setting down the boots. "Everything's torn up, and I'd hate for those feet of yours to get injured."

Rin stepped aside just long enough to change clothes, quite glad her care package included shoes as well. The temperature was slowly dropping, and running around barefoot was definitely not helping. There were goosebumps on her exposed skin. She slid the uniform on, reflecting that it had never felt so cozy in her entire life.

Returning to the bridge, she scooped up a PaDD and an extra badge, offering both to Dunamis.

"Hopefully, people are going to start reporting what they're encountering: what kind of damage, where people are trapped, what they've gotten online, I don't even know what else. I need you to keep track of what's coming in and forward anything you consider a priority to me. The computers aren't working so PaDDs are the best we've got. Can you do that?" Rin asked the tactical officer.

"Easily." He replied, pulling out his PADD. Anything to help their recovery move along a little bit smoother.

>>Tag Dunamis, any

Miraj pushed away from helm. The vibrations from the thrusters had died away. without sensors, she couldn't be sure, but this was a as good as it would get. One more thing to do now. She took a breath and reluctantly reached for her commbadge.

"Derani to bridge. I'm reporting we are level and at full stop." She announced then swallowed and closed her eyes, "Our position is approximately thirteen million light years from our original position. We're approximately fifteen thousand light years from the centre of the Circinus galaxy."

On the bridge Gary heard Miraj's report and was staggered by the enormity of it. He couldn't reply. As the seconds ticked by, he finally was able to form a reply. "Please say again. Did you say we're thirteen million lightyears from our original position?"

Miraj nodded, even though only those on the Battle bridge could see it. ""Aye, sir. Closer to Thirteen point one."

Gary's reply was quicker this time. "Thirteen point one million light years." He repeated. "Safe to say we won't be home for dinner. Alright Miraj, thank you." he finished soberly.

"How are you computing that?" Rin asked Miraj, both curious and serious.

"I checked with the runabouts before I came here." Miraj glanced at the boots, and nudged the aside with one foot. "They're locked down in transit, so they weren't many causalities, and when you've got multiple ships all saying the same thing." Miraj shrugged. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. It's more information than we had a minute ago," Rin replied. "So we went through the Galactic Barrier. Is that what damaged the ship? And do you have any impression as to whether something directed us to Cirinus, or if we were just insanely lucky not be marooned in the voids between galaxies?"

Rin attempted to make a show of professional detachment as she asked for more data. In truth, she was distracting herself from thinking too hard about whether she would ever again see those few people she had formed a bond with, particularly James, Two, and Four.

"No, there was an quantum filament, it was tangled round us, that's what did the damage. So I went to WSD whilst at warp to get out. It was the only think I could think of."

Rin nodded. She enjoyed studying astrophysics, but quantum filaments were way outside her wheelhouse. "You did what you needed to do."

Miraj recalled Ensign Kyler's furious outburst, and hoped that more people would be as forgiving as the lieutenant.

 

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