Post by Admin on Mar 31, 2016 6:03:24 GMT
"Crisis"
Postby FSF Eris » Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:26 pm
"Lifesigns are fluctuating!"
"Sir, the pod is breaking up. It has no shields; debris collisions are going to rip it apart."
"Can you get a lock?" Quintus eyed the triangular lifepod, which looked tiny amidst the wreckage from the rest of the Tholian vessel. And immensely fragile.
"Negative. Radiation from the surrounding area is... interfering."
If this "diplomatic incident", to put it mildly and in terms her X.O. would have understood, could possibly get any worse, it was on the brink of it. "Tractor?" she demanded, half wondering if a good-old-fashioned grappler would have been their best bet. Then again, they'd have been dragging the little ship through what was basically a minefield...
"Maybe..."
"Well, take us in closer, and lock on tractor. Keep trying on those transporters."
"Aye."
Julia watched with a faint grimace as one point of the triangular craft was busted off into a jagged, broken edge (venting some kind of gas into the ether). "Lieutenant..."
"Got it!" There was some satisfaction in the helmswoman's voice; Julia breathed a sigh of relief. "Dragging it in closer; we should be able to get a lock once the tractor gets it nearer... and locked."
"Beam it directly to Sick-- no, to the 'oven'." The Roman woman frowned, trying to figure how in Aesculapius' name the doctors were going to be able to inspect the Tholian when it was in the oven. Clearly... "Alert Sickbay that they're going to need to come up with some way to perform emergency medical procedures without freezing them out. Engineering... gods... we're going to need a bigger cage to keep it in."
Julia took a moment to breathe, sighing. For one of the few times since her ascendance to command of a starship, Captain Quintus felt like she were in over her head.