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Lost pt. 1

Posted on Wed Mar 31st, 2021 @ 1:14pm by Captain Brett Watson & Lieutenant Commander Lylja Tigerlilly & Lieutenant JG Johnston Grant & Lieutenant JG Elden Lado

Mission: Dazed and Confused
Location: Unknown

Brett's eyes opened slowly. He felt like everything was spinning. He tried to move and suddenly felt instant, overwhelming pain. He knew, subconsciously, that it was broken but didn't know why. As his vision slowly cleared he saw small fires and a room full of smoke. Somewhere in the shadows he could see a figure moving, but didn't have the strength to call out.

Lylja found herself on her feet by the turbolift, her reflexes and training must have kicked in, but she did not remember what had happened. She wove her way back to her station, the Ops board was solid red. "Well damn."

When Elden regained conciseness the first thing he noticed was the acrid smell of burned electronics. He remembered the Borg cube approaching the mass of torpedoes and then everything went black. It appeared their plan worked, but at the same time caused major damage to the Apollo.
"Well we're alive, if just barely."

Brett made it to a seated position. Everything still felt like it was spinning. "Somebody report. And am I the only one that feels like everything is spinning?"

"Structural integrity at 37% and holding, life support is damaged but sustainable, comms down, sensors down, overall energy at 3.8% but improving," reported Lylja.

"Well....that's lovely." Brett tried standing but still felt wobbly and the spin continued. "Let me guess, attitude control is offline, inertial dampeners are in bad shape, and the ship is in a slow rotation, right." He managed to make his way over to the helm where the officer there was slumped on the console with a head bleed. Brett checked for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. "Any idea is med teams have been dispatched to the Bridge? Are the lifts working?"

"Lifts are unpowered," reported Lylja. "While we have many reports of injuries, no fatalities have been reported, that is good news."

One of the panels sprung out of the bottom of the wall. Grant climbed out of the tube behind it, with a group of science staff. "Red team to hub. At bridge." he spoke into a primitive two-way radio. The team around him swarmed out, some opening med kits and scanning with tricordors. Others were using small fire fighting equipment and tools to put out fires and get the worse of the damage safe.

"Captain. Commander. " He smiled, brushing some dust of him.

"Good to see you, Grant," said Lylja turning back to her boards. "Please have someone check to the captain, he seems to have been knocked about a bit. Ha, visual sensors back on line." The main view screen flickered back to life.

Brett saw the screen as it flickered on and his suspicions were correct. The view outside was slowly spinning, but not nearly as fast as he felt it was. Clearly, he had been injured more than he thought, perhaps even having a small concussion. As someone came over to assist him he said, "Do we have any attitude control? Can we stop our spin?"

"Helm, try maneuvering thrusters," said Lylja, "I think they should have enough stored energy to stabilize us . . . and the captain's stomach."

Elden was about to send the extra security guards below to get some help when the Science Officer showed up with a team. As weapons were a low priority at the moment, he focused on other tasks.
"I'll see what I can do to get short range sensors back online. Give us some idea of what's out there other than what's out our view-screen."

Brett was being checked out. He knew the battery of tests and knew he was being evaluated for a concussion. He knew it was likely, so he didn't fight it. "Yes, I need a location. While we work that out, Commander Tigerlilly, launch a set of long range emergency beacons since we have no communications."

The helmsman had stabilized the ship and the star field display was no longer spinning.

"On it, sir," said Lylja. "Beacons away."

"Very good," Captain Watson said as he stood with Grant's help. "Thanks for making your way up here, Lieutenant. It couldn't have been much fun. Probably felt a little like Academy training. Since you're here, why not give us a hand getting sensors up and seeing where we are."

"Used to it, Captain. At least this time I'm not the highest ranked officer here. Elden, try transponder 24 array, I know that's working, I powered it up before I left the hub. It's our training array, so might get a location and a comm signal out of it" Grant answered, looking down at the captain's chair, bringing back memories.

"Transponder array 24, got it."

It wasn't likely to be the strongest signal, but at this point would be better than having none at all. A lot of the relays were burned out from system overload, which required a rerouting several systems. After several tense minutes, the array finally crackled to life.
"It's not real clear Captain, but I have partial sensors. Sending the feed to the main viewer."

The Apollo appeared to be surrounded by a cloud of debris, likely from the destroyed Borg cube.

"Proximity sensors back online," said Lylja, "as are navigational shields. The ship's backbone systems are good shape but primary and secondary system will take some time to restore."

"Very good. What's our engine status?" Brett asked as he kicked a set of wires out from under his feet.

"I'm thinking warp drive will be off for a while, but we should be able to get impulse working shortly. Believe it or not Captain, I used to work in engineering. I can go lend a hand."

While he hadn't actively worked in engineering since rejoining Starfleet, Lado kept up his basic certifications in the area.

"Having eyes on the warp core would be good," agrees Lylja, "as we have not had any contact from engineering since the crash."

"I want a report from down there ASAP. Until then, use thrusters to get us out of this debris cloud and get our bearings," Brett replied. I want to make sure that cube is gone as well."

"We are not getting any proximity alerts," reported Lylja, "so that is a positive. I will keep working on getting a better sensor sweep."

As the Apollo slowly lifted out of the debris and gas cloud, the view screen was filled with a large blue and yellow planet. Brett tried to remember is there were any systems on the escape route they were taking, but couldn't fully recall. "Well, that is an unexpected sight."

"Oh, I am such a fool," says Lylja. her fingers fly over the holographic controls. "Yes!" she says triumphantly. "No sign of the Borg within five light years, not even debris. Still trying to fix our location. Science you should be able to get scans of the planet now, they might be a little fuzzy but I will work on that."

Brett stepped over to the helm and looked at the logged flight path silently. There were no systems on their route back, and he had a sinking feeling, but kept it quiet. He had a good crew and, perhaps, he had missed something that they would find and explain all of this away.

"Everything OK, Captain?" asked Lylja, her fingers still working on the Ops controls.

Brett's eyes opened slowly. He felt like everything was spinning. He tried to move and suddenly felt instant, overwhelming pain. He knew, subconsciously, that it was broken but didn't know why. As his vision slowly cleared he saw small fires and a room full of smoke. Somewhere in the shadows he could see a figure moving, but didn't have the strength to call out.

Lylja found herself on her feet by the turbolift, her reflexes and training must have kicked in, but she did not remember what had happened. She wove her way back to her station, the Ops board was solid red. "Well damn."

When Elden regained conciseness the first thing he noticed was the acrid smell of burned electronics. He remembered the Borg cube approaching the mass of torpedoes and then everything went black. It appeared their plan worked, but at the same time caused major damage to the Apollo.
"Well we're alive, if just barely."

Brett made it to a seated position. Everything still felt like it was spinning. "Somebody report. And am I the only one that feels like everything is spinning?"

"Structural integrity at 37% and holding, life support is damaged but sustainable, comms down, sensors down, overall energy at 3.8% but improving," reported Lylja.

"Well....that's lovely." Brett tried standing but still felt wobbly and the spin continued. "Let me guess, attitude control is offline, inertial dampeners are in bad shape, and the ship is in a slow rotation, right." He managed to make his way over to the helm where the officer there was slumped on the console with a head bleed. Brett checked for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. "Any idea is med teams have been dispatched to the Bridge? Are the lifts working?"

"Lifts are unpowered," reported Lylja. "While we have many reports of injuries, no fatalities have been reported, that is good news."

One of the panels sprung out of the bottom of the wall. Grant climbed out of the tube behind it, with a group of science staff. "Red team to hub. At bridge." he spoke into a primitive two-way radio. The team around him swarmed out, some opening med kits and scanning with tricordors. Others were using small fire fighting equipment and tools to put out fires and get the worse of the damage safe.

"Captain. Commander. " He smiled, brushing some dust of him.

"Good to see you, Grant," said Lylja turning back to her boards. "Please have someone check to the captain, he seems to have been knocked about a bit. Ha, visual sensors back on line." The main view screen flickered back to life.

Brett saw the screen as it flickered on and his suspicions were correct. The view outside was slowly spinning, but not nearly as fast as he felt it was. Clearly, he had been injured more than he thought, perhaps even having a small concussion. As someone came over to assist him he said, "Do we have any attitude control? Can we stop our spin?"

"Helm, try maneuvering thrusters," said Lylja, "I think they should have enough stored energy to stabilize us . . . and the captain's stomach."

Elden was about to send the extra security guards below to get some help when the Science Officer showed up with a team. As weapons were a low priority at the moment, he focused on other tasks.
"I'll see what I can do to get short range sensors back online. Give us some idea of what's out there other than what's out our view-screen."

Brett was being checked out. He knew the battery of tests and knew he was being evaluated for a concussion. He knew it was likely, so he didn't fight it. "Yes, I need a location. While we work that out, Commander Tigerlilly, launch a set of long range emergency beacons since we have no communications."

The helmsman had stabilized the ship and the star field display was no longer spinning.

"On it, sir," said Lylja. "Beacons away."

"Very good," Captain Watson said as he stood with Grant's help. "Thanks for making your way up here, Lieutenant. It couldn't have been much fun. Probably felt a little like Academy training. Since you're here, why not give us a hand getting sensors up and seeing where we are."

"Used to it, Captain. At least this time I'm not the highest ranked officer here. Elden, try transponder 24 array, I know that's working, I powered it up before I left the hub. It's our training array, so might get a location and a comm signal out of it" Grant answered, looking down at the captain's chair, bringing back memories.

"Transponder array 24, got it."

It wasn't likely to be the strongest signal, but at this point would be better than having none at all. A lot of the relays were burned out from system overload, which required a rerouting several systems. After several tense minutes, the array finally crackled to life.
"It's not real clear Captain, but I have partial sensors. Sending the feed to the main viewer."

The Apollo appeared to be surrounded by a cloud of debris, likely from the destroyed Borg cube.

"Proximity sensors back online," said Lylja, "as are navigational shields. The ship's backbone systems are good shape but primary and secondary system will take some time to restore."

"Very good. What's our engine status?" Brett asked as he kicked a set of wires out from under his feet.

"I'm thinking warp drive will be off for a while, but we should be able to get impulse working shortly. Believe it or not Captain, I used to work in engineering. I can go lend a hand."

While he hadn't actively worked in engineering since rejoining Starfleet, Lado kept up his basic certifications in the area.

"Having eyes on the warp core would be good," agrees Lylja, "as we have not had any contact from engineering since the crash."

"I want a report from down there ASAP. Until then, use thrusters to get us out of this debris cloud and get our bearings," Brett replied. I want to make sure that cube is gone as well."

"We are not getting any proximity alerts," reported Lylja, "so that is a positive. I will keep working on getting a better sensor sweep."

As the Apollo slowly lifted out of the debris and gas cloud, the view screen was filled with a large blue and yellow planet. Brett tried to remember is there were any systems on the escape route they were taking, but couldn't fully recall. "Well, that is an unexpected sight."

"Oh, I am such a fool," says Lylja. her fingers fly over the holographic controls. "Yes!" she says triumphantly. "No sign of the Borg within five light years, not even debris. Still trying to fix our location. Science you should be able to get scans of the planet now, they might be a little fuzzy but I will work on that."

Brett stepped over to the helm and looked at the logged flight path silently. There were no systems on their route back, and he had a sinking feeling, but kept it quiet. He had a good crew and, perhaps, he had missed something that they would find and explain all of this away.

"Everything OK, Captain?" asked Lylja, her fingers still working on the Ops controls.

Brett turned slowly, looking her in her eyes, and said, "Commander, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore."

To Be Continued

 

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