Status report

Posted on Thu Jan 25th, 2024 @ 11:21pm by Captain James Stewart & Lieutenant Commander Katana Rochelle Stewart & Lieutenant Commander Sherlock Grimes & Lieutenant Commander Amelia Gordon & Lieutenant Callisi Veera & Lieutenant JG Jane Twicepot & Lieutenant JG Connor O'Donnel & Lieutenant JG Phinix Vander

2,078 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: New Home
Location: Bridge- USS Churchill

After five hours of floating dead in space and a shipwide shutdown had occurred, James looked around his bridge crew stationed on the bridge as he hoped that the comms had been reworked so he could find out the ship's status. He said” Status report?”

Callisi took half a step forward, to take the focus of the moment. This was her moment, but it wasn't pride.

Okay, it was a little pride. "Reporting from Ops. Since launch, Operations has logged over three hundred and seventy-six failures, from simple issues such as Replicator database desyncs up to gravity plate fluctuations. At the moment, these failures have caused seventeen injuries, one of which is labeled as serious, though I checked in on them and the injuries are more serious due to their location, not their actual design."

"A fractured knee. They should be back on their feet in a few days." she paused, then continued, "These errors and desynchs have all been solved one at a time, by running a request from a subspace database relay and updating the programming in specific with the latest variant from a central Starfleet computer. In short, we're behind on our update rollout." she shook her head. This was amateur hour.

"These are normally completed by the starbase staff when the ship returns to port. It's part of the refit process. New systems, new designs, and new programs to accommodate. This part of the refit was skipped for reasons unknown. We now know the WHY. We also, then, know the HOW. How to fix it."

She brought up an image of the Churchill computer core. There were parts marked in gold, others in white, and others in red. "Red is what needs action, priority. Gold is what needs action, and white is no action required. We have a lot of Gold. Not a lot of red. We're prioritizing that first. Life support, gravity, major systems. We're pulling in resources from every starbase, shipyard, and friendly vessel of our designation within the subspace range. It's quick, it's quiet, it's mostly automated. The trick is, it will take time. And while it's going on, any outgoing comms may experience a touch of signal issue." she warned. "Nothing like a dropped comm, but image and audio integrity may be affected."

She then motioned to a countdown in the corner. "If nothing goes wrong, and comm channels stay clear, this issue will be resolved and behind us in roughly three days. Four tops." a pause from the cyclopean rabbitess. "Ops is staffed thirty-six hours a day, there will be someone there to receive a concern if I'm off shift but as of this moment, I'm moving my cot into my office. This..." she motioned to the hologram, "... is my priority."

-Security office-

Jane had been in security when all hell broke loose. Thanks to her rough-and-tumble upbringing in Australia. She was used to being thrown around like a rag doll. So she knew how to land without being hurt. Unfortunately, some of her new colleagues were not so lucky.

=/\= Security to Sickbay we have a lot of injured people here. Any update on when we can have help here?=/\= She asked

Jane waited for a response but nothing seemed to be happening. Her temper began to get the better of her.

"Where in my Great Aunt Martha are those ruddy medics...." She said.

=/\= SICKBAY WE HAVE INJURED PEOPLE HERE. IF ANYONE DIES I WILL RIP YOUR EARS OFF! WE NEED HELP NOW! =/\=

==SCIENCE LAB==

Amelia did not get a response from Sickbay and she swore under her breath. Pulling herself along the deck, through broken beakers and instruments strewn on the floor was not easy, nor pleasant. Making it to the door she waved her hands above her head expecting it to open but nothing happened. She looked up at the door, "Great, just friggin' great! What else could go wrong? No, forget I asked that. I don't want to know!" It had to have been several hours now that she had been trying to contact anyone for assistance and to get the damned door open. She tapped her combadge again on the off chance it was finally working, +LtCdr Gordon to Sickbay, Please respond!+

Medical Bay-

Doctor Phinix Vander was awoken from his involuntary nap by many voices crackling over the comms. People needed help. Around him, other nurses and staff began to stir. There was a smell of ozone in the air accompanied by something else... Burnt flesh.

He assessed himself before sitting up and then slowly getting to his feet. His body still pulsed and tingled from the electrical current that had filled the sick bay lobby. His head was thick as though filled with cotton. His eyes found the chief medical officer... His superior officer dead. His hands burnt and eyes open wide staring blankly into nothingness. Still, he knelt to check for a pulse. Nothing. Who knew how long they had all been rendered unconscious?

=/\= SICKBAY WE HAVE INJURED PEOPLE HERE. IF ANYONE DIES I WILL RIP YOUR EARS OFF! WE NEED HELP NOW! =/\=

The voice was angry and insisting. He reached out touched his comm badge and responded. =/\= Sickbay to security, This, this is Doctor Vander, we have been incapacitated by an energy burst. Most of the medical staff are unconscious or dead. I will send help as soon as I can find anyone capable. If possible try to beam or have your wounded brought to Sickbay."

That done he got to work trying to raise the others and asses the damage done.

as reports flooded in, James opened a channel to Sickbay =/\= Doctor Vander, Status please,=/\= as he could tell from the tone of the officer's voice that he hoped things were not as bad as he hoped it would be, he looked towards his wife who was not amused by the turn of events having been brought out of retirement by her Husband, James waited from the response from his medical staff.
TAG: Vander
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-Security-

Jane rolled her eyes and began ferrying the wounded to sickbay. Only a couple of officers needed to be beamed over to sickbay. Twicepot now hoped she would not be in any trouble for her outburst over the comm. just now.

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Connor had located his sister. Thankfully she had been unharmed and she was helping him as he searched the ship for wounded. Treating those they could and helping others get more... advanced medical care than he could offer without a medkit on hand.

** BACK ON THE BRIDGE **

Callisi consulted her report and then gave a nod to the command staff. "Apologies, but the longer I wait the worse things will be. If there are no further questions or concerns, I'll return to my task immediately." the rabbitess offered to the assembled.

(Tag any questions to the Ops department head)

With that settled, the rabbitess departed with haste. She had a long, long few days ahead of her.

Looking at Stewart, "I guess my little exercise and drill did prove two things. We have a good crew, and we actually found out the Churchill is not as space worthy as she seems", she said softly to the captain.

Back in medical...


Wounded began to arrive immediately. Thankfully for Dr. Vander other members of the medical staff had begun to recover and putting their injuries aside began to tend to who they could. The doctor found himself moving constantly from patient to patient as they got wounded sorted and treated.

The dead were moved respectfully to the cold Room to be assessed later. However, he did have a team assembled to try and revive those who seemed as though they might be pulled from the hungry maw of death.

The rest were patched up and moved to recovery units or sent back to stations as necessary.


Connor searched deck by deck for those who could not respond to coms or just couldn't get to sickbay. He was just passing the science lab when he heard banging from inside. Power on this deck was iffy at the moment so he figured the door was the problem. He called out, "Hey, are you okay in there?" And began to pry open the door.

"Oh Thank the Stars, Finally," Amelia exclaimed as she heard someone on the other side of the door. She raised her voice to be heard, "Actually, no. I am trying to get to sickbay for help."

Connor managed to get the door open as the science officer all but tumbled out the door. Looking down he could see she'd taken a nasty fall and needed to be transported to sickbay. "Come on," he said leaning down and getting his arms under her, "Let's get you taken care of then." He lifted her with a bit of a grunt, his sore muscles making their complaint known. "Not you," he said embarrassed, "Been picking up a lot of people today, and my body is not used to all that exercise." Connor carried her back to sick bay. "Hey, Doc, I got one more for you," He called out and looked about for an empty bed.

A nurse hurried over amongst the controlled chaos. She looked more than a little worse for wear. There was no introduction. She directed them to an open triage bed to be evaluated.

**On the Sciences Deck**

Connor and his sister had move from deck to deck and checking into every room for wounded or dead. He hated that his little sister was going through such a horrific experience and he silently prayed she would become all the more stronger for it. He stopped in front of a door that was locked, or seemed to be at least. Glancing at the name plate it read Science Lab 1. He thought to himself, oO Well, science and locked doors make sense but just to be sure Oo He started to bang on the door calling out, "Hello, is anyone in there?"

Amelia was so tired and was starting to feel cold. She knew that was not a good sign. Suddenly she heard someone pounding on the door. "Yes, Please, help me! I can't get the door open and no one was answering in medical"

Connor waved his sister to his side, "Lizzy, we need to get this door open. See if you can find something we can use to pry the door."

Lizzy nodded and ran off returning in short order with a long piece of metal. "This was on the floor in that room," She said point backwards, "will it work?"

Connor nodded, "That's perfect Lizzy, Thanks." He took the strip and wedged it between the door seal and began to pry open the door. Little by little it moved until there was enough room for him to grab the door itself. Bracing his feet against the frame he pulled the door open.

Amelia felt the door moving and tried to move off it. she could hear the man outside huffing and grunting to pull open the door. It suddenly opened and Amelia felt herself falling out. She let out a painful groan as her body definitely didn't like the movement.

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