RP Log: A Legacy of Ash and Fire
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- Shuttlebay - Saucer <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The largest internal compartment aboard the vessel is the primary shuttlebay of the saucer section. This cavernous expanse is over four decks tall, 125 meters in length, and 110 meters wide. The deck is labelled with a variety of symbols and markings to easily facilitate auxiliary craft procedures. There are 12 landing pads here, spread out evenly and used to refuel and/or provide external support to the auxiliary craft. Six of the landing pads can handle smaller vessels such as shuttlecraft, while the other six are designed for larger craft such as the Delta-Flyer class or Runabout. There are also additional storage racks for auxiliary vessels along both the port and starboard bulkheads, and a conveyor system along the ceiling for storage of up to six workbees.
- Unlike some other vessels, there is no secondary shuttle storage facility above or below the bay. Massive blast doors can be raised and lowered at the aft of the bay to facilitate landings and takeoffs. A ladder near the fore of the bay leads up several decks to the shuttlebay control room.
- Bay doors are closed.
Ramirez shuffles into the main shuttlebay, hauling two compressed packages marked 'EVA Suit MK II".
Worthington likewise enters under similar circumstances, lugging 2 of the new model eva suits. He begins to make his way toward USS Magdalena, parked amongst the plethora of auxiliary craft in the bay.
Castillo, being a few moments ahead, has moved over towards the ladder at the edge of the shuttlebay, moving up to the controls center above the flight deck. The Magdalena lowers form its cradle a moment later, and then Castillo returns.
Tilar has reported as requested, but the Trill woman doesn't seem to have any immediate idea where she's goint or what she'll need to do, so she simply follows the group. Medical kit in hand, she squints slightly at the suits.
Ramirez mutters under his breath as he hauls gear. "I helped design these damned things. Why are they still so heavy?" His sigh seems half-hearted, though. He's cheerful rather than annoyed. As he passes, he brightens, blue eyes cast towards Tilar. "Doctor Vi! Had I known my request would get you as our medical officer, I'd have dreamed that up days ago!"
Worthington glances toward Tilar. "Doctor," he says. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Looks like I'll be getting to know you on an away mission. We'll need anti-radiation innoculations, and a medical professional along to monitor our rad levels during the mission. I trust you will be able to handle this?"
Tilar turns when she hears the greeting, lifting one hand to wave at Ramirez. "Hey. Well odds are, realistically, that I was just the one available at the time." She grins at him and then turns to look at Worthington, listening to the explanation and nodding. "Yes sir, of course."
Castillo descends down to the floor after having spoke with the flight control officer, rapidly hashing out a flight plan for the mission. She moves across the shuttlebay towards the Magdalena, starting to check it over, drawing out a PADD while doing so.
Ramirez reaches the hatch to Magdalena. He stops, setting one of the EVA suits down, and pauses to touch the side of the ships hull, and closes his eyes. Softly, he murmurs something to himself, fingers touching the vessel. It sounds much like a prayer. Then he nods, crosses himself, and grabs the suit bag again. To Tilar, he says, "Sounds like fate, to me."
There is a click as the hatch locks on USS Magdalena NCC-95533 disengage, then the hatch opens.
Lieutenant (jg) Tilar enters USS Magdalena NCC-95533.
Castillo performs a complete lap around the runabout, checking something off on her PADD while doing so. She arrives at the hatch, stowing the device back on her person before boarding the shuttle.
- Cockpit <USS Magdalena NCC-95533>
- The consoles of the Arrow-class Runabout are in a U-shape, starting on the port side with the science and engineering consoles, operations and helm to the fore, and communications and tactical along the starboard side. Centrally located, only the opposite side of a two-person transporter pad, is the communications station.
- Large viewports, separated by a vertical bulkhead, afford a good view forward. There are airlocks to both port and starboard at the aft of the cockpit, as well as a central hatch leading aft and to the rest of the vessel.
Ramirez nods to Worthington. "Hatch manually secured, XO. Is the EVA locker secured, or do I need to check it?"
Worthington takes his place in the center of the cockpit, glancing about. At Ramirez's comment he says, "I left it open as I wasn't sure if you put your suits in yet. We'll need to secure it," he says.
Ramirez nods. "I'm on it, sir. Be right back."
Ramirez goes aft, deals with the locker, and returns. He nods to Worthington, saying nothing further.
It didn't take Castillo very long to find her seat at the operations console, placing herself in the chair before it. She looks at everyone present, performing a mental checklist. "Doctor, security, ... suits...medication." Eyes flick to Ramirez as he disappears into the rear, mentally considering something. She adjusts her gaze to Worthington. "Care to fly this one, Commander?"
Tilar sets her med kit down, swapping out her standard tricorder for the medical one and pulling out a hypospray. The medication is loaded into the device, and the Doctor makes her rounds to each of the crew on board. "Anything else I should know?" she asks, looking at each person curiously.
Worthington glances to Castillo. "If Cris doesn't want the helm, I'll take it," he says with a smile, nodding to Tilar. "The locals, if they're still alive, aren't the friendliest folks. Try to be careful if we encounter them. The planet we are going to was devistated by nuclear war, and the entire population is believed to be eradicated by it."
Ramirez shoots a glance at Castillo, and he doesn't look offended. His smile is wry. He smiles to Castillo, then looks over to Worthington. "It's fine sir. I can take the helm. Just...been a minute since I flew anything. My last outing was...rough." He looks back to Castillo. "First time back in the saddle has to come sooner or later, Luz."
[Helm Console: Helm Console logged in: Lieutenant (jg) Ramirez]
Castillo looks to Worthington with a hint of concern, but Ramirez's response seems to have washed whatever was there away. She looks to Tilar, trying to add a bit of context. "This is a routine fact finding mission." Her mouth curls into a smile. "We're just going down to confirm whether any of the locals are alive, and if they aren't any other information we can turn up."
Her attention turns to the console before her, working through the preflight sequence.
Lieutenant Castillo mans Operations Console.
Tilar's brows lift curiously. "The entire planet? That's such a shame." She shakes her head sadly, looking over to Ramirez as he speaks and nodding to him. "You got this." Eyes flick over to Castillo as she offers more information on their mission and another nod is given. "Are we expecting to find anything? Records or the like, I assume?"
Worthington nods to Tilar. "We are hoping to find things, yes," he says. "We just don't quite no yet what we will find." He turns to Castillo. "If you haven't already, rig us for departure and get us clearance from the Phoenix." He turns to Ramirez. "Stand by to depart the Phoenix and take us to Taitronia III."
Ramirez lets Worthington and Castillo handle the answers while he re-acquires a read on the helm console. Rather than address Tilar's question, he nods to Worthington. "Aye. Ready to depart once we have clearance. I will move us away and plot a course when able."
Castillo shakes her head at Tilar. "It's not safe for us to set down and move around on foot." She says after punching in the communications request. "We get to do all of this from the comfort of the shuttle...the alternative was a probe,..but, this will be a bit more interactive." Her attention remains on the doctor. "Is there any chance I could get some of the radiation preventative? Just in case?"
[Helm Console: Private message from Castillo@Operations Console@Cockpit: No radiation poisoning yet.]
[Helm Console: Altering course to heading 41.0 mark 0.0]
[Helm Console: Now heading 41.0 mark 0.0]
Ramirez says, "We're clear of Phoenix, sir. Beginning our descent."
[Helm Console: Beginning landing cycle]
There is a slight bump as the vessel lands.
Tilar grins at Castillo and lifts the hypospray. "I'm not going to just stand here and let you get sick." She steps over to Castillo, reaching over to press the device against her neck. "Definitely more interactive."
The ship rapidly descends through the atmosphere, heading towards the surface on an aggressive profile. Ramirez fires the thrusters sharply, pulling the nose up aggressively, and setting the ship down with a soft, perfect little *thud*.
"We're a bit closer to the ground than we had envisioned." Castillo says with a glance to Ramirez. "And as much as we could scan from over here, it'd be better if we could get a few hundred feet in the air and circle about." Her smirk is made as she prepares the sensors for a battery of scans. "Just, around their landing site should do."
Worthington glances about. "All right then," he says. "Let's take some sensor readings, see what we can find. Old computer systems, anything that might give us a clue as to what happened here, aside from the obvious."
The hypospray is pressed against herself, Worthington, and Ramirez before being pocketed. The medical tricorder replaces it in Tilar's hand and she flips it open to keep an eye on the readings, monitoring the fellow crew on board.
Ramirez nods. "Just getting us settled." With that, he efficiently fires up the thrusters, getting the vessel airborne with no drama, and sets the altitude to two thousand meters. He's about to say something as the hypospray hits his neck, and he winces. "Why do those things always HURT so damned much!" Tilar gets an accusatory glance. "Altitude 2,000 meters, XO. Where to?"
Castillo finds the crashed shuttle once Ramirez brings the ship airborne. She turns to whisper at Tilar, "I found your touch, most delicate." Her eyes flicking in Ramirez's direction. "He's just being soft skinned." With a free hand, she places the visual of the vessel on the viewscreen.
Back to quiet, looking forward, Luz focuses on adjusting the sensors. She collects a few readings with visible displeasure spread across her face. "Lots of interference, sir." Her response is given with a look to Worthington.
Worthington nods to Castillo and smiles to Tilar with a look to Ramirez. "Stay close to this general area for now. Follow Luz's lead. She's got the sensors," he says. "Luz, you not getting anything on the sensors or comms that we could tap into?"
Tilar gives Ramirez an incredulous look as he protests, brows lifting. "I've seen your medical record. Pretty sure you've had worse." She pats his shoulder and steps back, keeping out of the way. "Besides. Radiation poisoning is pretty miserable." She gives Castillo a grin, offering a bow of her head in the other woman's direction. "Well thank you."
Ramirez looks over to Tilar. And then he grins. "Maybe." There's a pause, he almost seems like he's about to add something, then says, "So, the engineering department assures us that the shields will keep us from soaking up a few thousand grays of dosage in less then an hour. Seeing as how I don't want to melt.....well. I trust YOU to let us know if we're about to melt, Doctor."
He nods to the radiation meter on his console. Then he nods to Worthington, acknowledging the order. "Aye, sir." With that, he looks to Luz, clearly ready to fly wherever she asks him to go.
"Not precisely." Castillo remarks, resuming her attention to the console. She quickly reviews the sensor information. "There is a substantial amount of radiation present, and it's overwhelming the runabout." Her shoulders rise with a deep breath. "I'm scanning their ship now...compensating for the effect."
Worthington nods to Castillo. "Keep trying to break through Luz, and let's keep an eye on radiation levels. We don't need to glow in the dark. I hear that's bad for your health anyway."
"Well it certainly doesn't tickle. Tingles a little bit, then burns. Though it does depend a little bit on what kind of radiation it is." Tilar gives a quiet snort at the suggestion that people might begin glowing. "If only that was the actual side effect. It might be more fun."
Ramirez nods curtly to Luz. Or maybe in agreement with Worthington. Maybe both. "I can change the approach angle or distance if it helps." Rather than check the sensors, he instead concentrates on flying the ship. Still....his gaze keeps falling to the dosage meter he has up in the corner of his workstation's display.
Tilar's comment, though, draws a slight quirk of his lips, and he turns to peer at her from the corner of his eye. "How about superpowers. If I go outside, will I get superpowers?"
Castillo's facial expression flips between excitement and disappointment a few moments, getting conflicting information from the ship's sensors. "I might have something." She asserts, shaking her head along with the statement. "Either, lifesigns...or the opposite."
Tilar considers Ramirez's question for a few moments, her head cocking to one side. "Depends on your definition of superpower, I suppose. If you count having your cells explode a super power, then yes." She grins at him, eyes snapping over to Castillo at the news that there are lifesigns or opposite. "What do you consider the opposite? Dead bodies?"
Worthington glances to Castillo with interest. "What do you have?" he asks.
Castillo turns to look at Tilar, nodding grimly before looking to Worthington. "Just that, seventeen of what could be bodies...or in the alternative, people."
Ramirez frowns. "Exploding doesn't sound very romantic. In the literary sense, I mean." The sigh is one of the deepest lament. "So...biological material of indeterminate life status." He makes a little note on his log. Then he looks to Luz. "Shall I bring us in closer....?"
[Helm Console: USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team. What's your status?]
Tilar hms thoughtfully, falling quiet now as they seem to have found something. Seventeen somethings at least.
Worthington glances to Castillo and nods solemnly, turning to Ramirez. "That would be advisable. Take us in a little closer," he says.
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 (PhxAux): USS Phoenix, USS Magdalena, we've begun taking readings in the vicinity of the alien vessel. Results inconclusive. Continuing research.]
"The Phoenix was asking about our progress." Castillo remarks awhile punching out the response. "I've sent back a reply." She says, looking to Worthington before glancing at the sensors. "There's the possibility we don't end up with concrete results on our first attempt." Her eyes flick back to the console. "I'm making certain to back up our data for study on the ship."
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 begins taking additional scans of the area immediately nearby the landed alien ship.]
Ramirez moves the ship in closer, but there is clear caution as he performs the maneuver. No more aggressive, harsh turns now. He's clearly primed to react, alert, but the runabout is very steady, indeed. "Aye, sir. I'm dropping us to 1000 meters altitude. I'll move to the rim of the blast crater...there, at 1 o'clock. in case we need to break contact." He brings up a tactical map. "Luz, that'll get us....6 kilometers away, slant range. Good enough?" As he waits for confirmation, there is a low, sad sigh. His eyes are fixed on the screen. "Too familiar-looking, Commander. Too much like our own history, and how things could have ended up."
A strong cross wind rocks the runabout, radiation in the immediate area is reduced.
Tilar reaches one hand out to stabilize herself as the vessel rocks from the wind. "Nuclear war has been an issue with many worlds," she tells Ramirez with a shake of her head. "It could have been you, sure. But it wasn't."
Worthington nods to Tilar, grabbing hold of the communications console for support as the vessel is rocked. "Picking up anything else?" he asks.
Castillo watches as the ambient radiation dissipates with the wind. "Bring us to a hover." She says to Ramirez, looking to nod to Worthington. "And, if you can...try to keep us in this lull of interference, please. Where the wind takes us..." Her hands dance across the operations panel to queue up scans, and place a request.
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 continues scanning the area through the drop in radiation levels.]
Ramirez grunts. "This would be easier without the bloody crosswind. But okay." His eyes narrow as he focuses, and he stops the runabout from drifting laterally as it takes station in a hover on the rim of a blast crater overlooking the dead necropolis beyond. He keeps the ship in the dead radiation spot. ".....there we go, Maggie. Let Cris soothe you, baby agirl." It's like he's talking to a horse.
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 (PhxAux): USS Phoenix, USS Magdalena, requesting a weather scan of our vicinity, specifically with how radiation levels are effected by local wind. And additionally, the viability of putting personnel on the surface with the drop in ambient radiation.]
[Helm Console: USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Standby, Magdalena. Scanning...]
Tilar moves over to the viewscreen, looking outside across the remains of the civilization. "There is some irony that my first away mission is to an effectively dead world," she murmurs, giving Ramirez an amused sideways look as he speaks to the ship.
Worthington glances to Tilar. "True, there is some irony in that," he says, considering Ramirez. "If the radiation level is okay, set us down next to the alien craft. We'll board her."
"I have a clearer view of those prior readings, sir." Castillo says to Worthington, any smile disappearing. "They're bodies. Not lifesigns." She confirms with a sigh. Her hand stretches from her console towards Ramirez, pointing at his screen. "I think there would be the best candidate if we're going to make the attempt, based on the current sensor readings...and a guess..." The preparation matching Worthington's idea.
"Inclusive result from the Phoenix...if the information I have is correct, someone could theoretically survive for a short period at current levels." A glance is made to Tilar. "But, an engineer's definition of survive is different from a doctor's." She motions for Tilar to come over and look at the radiation scan of the surface near the alien ship.
Ramirez nods to Worthington's order. "Aye sir. Awaiting confirmation." The ship is held dead-steady. Maybe it's good piloting. Maybe it's the gentle pat he gives to the side of the helm console. Though he doesn't move at all, and his eyes stay fixed on the attitude indicators, it's clear he's talking to Tilar.
"So, Vi? How long can we survive out there, with current inoculations, in an EVA suit, with current ambient levels? What's a safe dose? What's a lethal dose? How much time do we have?"
Finally he looks to Castillo, nods, and maneuvers the runabout to the spot that she indicated. He pulls up a radiation meter, and displays it so Tilar has something to work with.
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 (PhxAux): USS Phoenix, USS Magdalena, we appreciate the assistance. We're evaluating surface conditions and consulting with the mission's physician. Standby.]
[Helm Console: USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Acknowledged.]
[Helm Console: USS Magdalena NCC-95533 scans the surface for updated radiation readings.]
"It does depend somewhat on the type of radiation," Tilar tells Castillo, walking over towards the other woman to take a look at the readings. She leans over slightly to look at the screen readouts, considering them. Her fingertips tap lightly against her thigh in a rhythmic pattern, lips pressing together briefly before she straightens up. "Half hour would be within the safe zone. 45 minutes would be the absolute longest. An hour would be too long."
Worthington nods to Tilar. "I'll stay aboard the runabout. At least one of us should stay behind, in case anything happens over there. We'll keep transporters powered just in case, but I would advise being quick about the search."
Ramirez mmms. "I'd recommend a team of two, Commander. Keep the medical asset aboard. Frankly, I think me and Luz should o, in EVA suits. That way if there's a threat, I can deal with it. Otherwise Luz can do the real work while I look pretty." He pauses. "We'll get scans and confirm their fate."
Castillo punches in a message for the Phoenix to receive. She looks to Ramirez, then Tilar, rising from her chair in the process. "Unless something has drastically changed, you're not missing much." Her assurance is given to the doctor, moving towards the rear compartment for the EVA suits.
Ramirez locks his station, rising smoothly.
"Honestly, I'm not sure I'd be super helpful over there. And I can monitor both of your life signs' from here." Tilar shrugs gently, looking between Ramirez and Castillo. "If either of you start feeling ill, make sure you return quickly."
Ramirez grins to Tilar. "On the bright side, the chance of a concussion is low, doctor." With that, he moves aft.