Streaks through the Sky (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on 21 May 2016 @ 2:12am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Commander Andreus Kohl & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen M.D. & Lieutenant Wilhelm Von Haeften & Lieutenant Benice Gyce Ph.D. & Lieutenant JG Natalya Kirilova & Ensign K'os Beaumont & Chief Warrant Officer 2 Anthony Duval & Chief Petty Officer Torgeir Naes & Petty Officer 3rd Class Veri RN & Trisant Myrddin & Crewman Draia Thero & Jamie Moniack & Pearl de Vere
Edited on on 21 May 2016 @ 2:15am

1,923 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 11 - Divinum Mundi
Location: Celes System - Celes III Orbit
Timeline: MD 12 - 2350 hrs

Previously, on Streaks through the Sky (Part 1)...

"Galileo this is Semmes 1-03...!" Interferic static permeated the comm channel making the transmission hard to make out, and even worse when a second comm band was broadcasted on top of the first. "Semmes...1-06...heavy...ulence...." "1....-03 lost..port thrusters.. decl.... emerg......!" "1-03 emer--losing.... ibility ... est help..."

Lirha snapped her head quickly towards the conn. If anyone was able to guide the vessels down to their landing locations, it was the young ensign who had just completed the same flight herself. "Miss Derani! Can you relay flight instructions to the pilots?"

No. How did you explain something you felt at a molecular level? Miraj swallowed. And all the talking wouldn't help if the flight systems were down. Semmes Three had lost thrusters. It was basically a brick with an impulse engine and enough of a deflector shield to ignore aerodynamics. It was going to go splat.

"Some one better be ready to catch Semmes Three." She opened the channel Semmes vessels, "Semmes ships, come around to" their was a breif pause as she translated from relative to Galileo to relative to them, "two Eighty-five mark fifteen, you're going to use the trailing end of the storm to bounce you round to the landing zone. Give as much power as you can to the pitch thrusters. The wind will help push you in the right direction, but you need all the lift you can get. Don't fight the wind, just the gravity."

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

Colony Module Semmes Three

Despite the inertial dampeners, it felt to Draia Theroh like the entire colony module had turned sideways. For a blissful moment, several minutes earlier, it had felt as if the landing craft would smoothly spiral towards the surface of the planet in a gentle arc of motion. And then the module had hit a plasma storm, almost as soon as it entered the atmosphere of the planet. Almost as if the pilot had been aiming straight for it. Draia said as much. From the passenger compartment just aft of the cockpit, Draia shouted to the pilot: "Next time, don't waste the effort of plotting a course and aiming for the plasma storms, just close your eyes and press some buttons." --Or she said something like that, but peppered with more Cardassian curse words-- "You'll probably hit it all the--"

The module was tumbling again, shutting Draia up. The deck tilted upwards as if it wanted to be a bulkhead, and the far bulkead was doing its best impersonation of the deck. Had Draia not been strapped into her seat, the slim Cardassian would have quit her rant far more quickly, because her face would have been smashed into the deck, or the bulkhead. Draia patted the thigh of the Bajoran man strapped in beside her. "You used to be a Starfleet Officer," she said, quiet enough for him alone to hear it. "Do something."

"I was never an officer," responded Trysant Myrddin. He nearly retched when he said it. Not because that was his emotional reaction to giving up his entire career to colonize this horrible little world, but because his body was shaken forward by the buffeting of the plasma storm, and his safety straps were digging into his abdomen. "I was a stellar cartographer. Remember?" he asked, using that distinctive tone that people save for their fiances who have forgotten their birthdays, or their anniversaries, or their careers.

Draia snapped, "So you know how to navigate," and now she went back to ranting. "Go navigate."

"By the stars?" Myrddin snapped back, swinging his arms through the air in a dramatically helpless shrug ...and then he kept swinging them because the module was spinning wildly. "Do you see any stars when we're plummeting towards the surface of a planet??"

"Look up! There's stars!" Draia offered in riposte. "Besides, you couldn't do any worse that that joker," she said. She shouted the joker part right at the pilot. "Didn't you hear from the cockpit? We're off-course! We're probably going to crash into an ocean, or a mountain, or a pit of magma."

The voice of Miraj Derani filled the cockpit through the communication system: "Semmes ships, come around to two Eighty-five mark fifteen, you're going to use the trailing end of the storm to bounce you round to the landing zone. Give as much power as you can to the pitch thrusters. The wind will help push you in the right direction, but you need all the lift you can get. Don't fight the wind, just the gravity."

"But the controls!" the pilot in the cockpit shouted back; "the module isn't responding to the control inputs! I don't have... any control. We're going to land wherever we crash!"


Colony Module Semmes Five

Pearl felt like she was being bounced around like a bee bee in a drum. The ship module spun and bounced and jumped like an over exuberant miner off a three month stint at his first hit on a whore.

People were shouting and crying.

"HEY! Shut the hell up!" Pearl shouted. "We might be tuckered, battered and tossed, but we ain't givin' in yet! You might give out but don't give in. Let me tell you, I been through worse and still here."

Jamie Moniack rolled her eyes. She'd been trapped in a ship the size of a small villiage for 12 days and it hadn't been big enough to avoid Pearl's Weapons Grade optimism.


USS Galileo - Sickbay

Things were pretty boring down in sickbay. As per usual the monitors were all set to to watch and with feed back from the bridge so everyone could keep informed. A planetary landing especially with the data on the planet and system was always a cause to call everyone in no matter what their normal work schedule was.

Things could go wrong and it was best to keep everyone on their toes. Sure enough as the Twins rose in the sky the feed indicated two colony pods off course and in trouble.

"Alright everyone, looks like we are going to have injuries. Tuula I am going to put you in charge here for incoming, Doctor Mott will take on triage in the holodeck if need be. I will prepare to go with emergency response."

Tuula nodded in reply. "And Shirley?" she asked, mentally preparing herself for an influx of casualties.

"Hmm......alright, put her in charge and if you think you can handle EV then go. We look like we might have injuries on both modules.

"Thank you," replied Tuula, both excited and apprehensive at the idea of participating in the rescue effort. For her, this mission would be a challenge with her mobility issues, but she knew that if she could get down there, she was one of the few on the ship who could really make a difference.

"I'd like to join the away teams. I'm a good nurse," Veri volunteered with an excited arm-raise.

"Very good," Allyndra replied.


USS Galileo - Main Engineering

WO2 Duval watched the sensor display as the ship gently shook all around them, he braced himself against the bulkhead as the ship shook with a little more force then the gentle swells they had been getting. "Mmm... Well I don't think the tractor beam will work in this..." he paused. "We could try deploying two shuttles to go and get them." he sighed softly. "not sure if that will work either."

K'os acknowledged the Chief Warrant with a nod and tapped his communicator. "Beaumont, to Kirilova. We have damage control teams on standby if we need them for Semmes.

It took Natalya a moment to reply, mainly because the bridge was becoming more and more chaotic as the situation unfolded. Half the officers there were seeing to the Galileo's own landing sequence, while the others were trying to determine the severity of the situation with the Semmes' landing pods. Everyone was relaying information, and soon command would be making the decision on how to respond.

"Damage control teams are on standby, Captain." Natalya called on the bridge, relaying the information. With several other officers speaking, she knew she was unlikely to get an immediate response.

"Acknowledged, Beaumont. We very well may need them. Standby for tasking." She replied to K'os through comms.

Duval watched the situation brewing with interest, however due to the storms raging, he didn't think he could do anything about the situation with what he had on hand. "Aww dammit" he muttered to himself


USS Galileo - Security Office

"Master-at-Arms, unlock the armory," Gyce told to her department over the comms. "Any srcurity officer rated for SAR, report to the security office."

"Naess, Lieutenant. I am in." He'd done things like this before; it was one of the occasions in which Terje's size and strength were a true asset to the situation at hand.


USS Galileo - Bridge

"All hands, this is the captain. Set Yellow Alert and mobilize for EVA rescue operations. One of the colony modules has experienced difficulty during their landing sequence and we need to assist. Medical and search and rescue teams, report to the port airlock." Lirha's voice boomed throughout Galileo with firmness and urgency present in her voice.

Allyndra was already to go. She had gotten a full emergency kit together and had gotten the rest of the medical team to position to handle incoming. As soon as the Admiral's voice came in where to report she was on her way to the indicated airlock.

By this time Holliday had been observing the sensor readings being fed back to the command console. The storms in the atmosphere had produced a rather high level of ionisation in the lower atmosphere and as a result, sending a transporter signal would be nigh on impossible for now. There was no other option.

=^=Holliday to rescue teams - the transporters are not an option for this mission, ionisation in the atmosphere is making it impossible to obtain a viable transporter lock. Prepare for excursion on foot, standard equipment for all parties. =^=

WO2 Duval nodded, he already knew all of the information that the Exec was supplying to everyone around him. "Understood sir." was his simple response. "Alright. my guys with me!" as he he pulled a heavy pack onto his back, much like the one he normally carried on duty with him, he had three guys with him, all of them were from engineering and two were ceritified emergency medics.

Duval suspected that they would be required for this hop. "Don't forget your snowshoes guys."

[OFF]

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

CAPT Jonathan Holliday
Executive Officer
USS Galileo

LT Wilhelm Von Haeften
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Noah Khoroushi
Assistant Chief Operations Officer
USS Galileo

WO2 Anthony Duval
Engineer
USS Galileo

LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Natalya Kirilova
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

Commander Andreus Kohl
Second Officer
USS Galileo

Trisant Myrddin
Civilian Colonist
Semmes-Three
[PNPC Kohl]

Draia Theroh
Civilian Colonist
Semmes-Three
[PNPC Kohl]

ENS Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

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