Nacelle Hell

Posted on Thu Jan 21st, 2021 @ 8:25pm by Captain Nycolas Temple & Lieutenant Commander Mindo & Lieutenant Declan Roderick & Petty Officer 1st Class Greep & Petty Officer 2nd Class Zo & Crewman Ian Milkovich

Mission: The Gauntlet
Location: Deck 2 / Engineering

ON:

Nyx was on his way to the meeting with the Talarians when the ship gave an almighty groan and shook, causing him to grab onto a handrail for stability. Regaining his composure, Nyx tapped his badge.

=/\= Temple to Bridge, are we under attack? =/\= He asked.

Ensign Milkovich replied quickly =/\= Negative, sir. We've just discovered that fragments of a Talarian torpedo have become lodged in the support struts of our port-side nacelle. It must have happened when we dropped out of warp. =/\=

Nyx said a few chosen curse words before he tapped to speak with Lieutenant Mindo. =/\= Temple to Engineering. Are you getting this? =/\=

=/\= Yes, sir," came Mindo's tinny reply over the small speaker. "I've given this top priority. We won't be able to warp for at least an hour until I can remove it. We're modifying the port side tractor beams to remove the shrapnel. If Pandora so much as hiccups, we're history. It would be great to have assistance from Ops for this task. I'm stretched a little thin on staff. There have been a few injuries and there are considerable amounts of other repairs to tend to."

Nyx nodded, then realised Mindo couldn't see that, so he answered. =/\= Will do, I'll have him meet you down there. Give me an update when you reach the area. =/\=

=/\= Will do," Mindo reported. "Greep, you're with me. Samson, you're in charge."

Tapping again, Nyx spoke, =/\= Temple to Roderick. Grab some emergency maintenance crew and head to the port nacelle, you'll meet Lieutenant Mindo there. =/\=

"Acknowledged, Sir." Roderick had stood aside as Lieutenant K'Laus took over.

=/\= Lieutenant Mindo. On my way. =/\= Declan had slapped at his chest com badge as he had stepped into the turbo lift, getting off only to rally up some extra hands.

Exiting the OPS department on deck 03, Roderick had exchanged glances with four staff and crewmen. He cleared his whole department—anyone he had seen milling around, on their way through the decks as well to join.

"This sounds literal. Like hell." Ensign Redwood shook her head as they had neared the affected nacelle section of the Pandora.

"You want hell. I can keep you doing those requisition reports." Declan had glanced at Janice.

"That would be a real hell." Ensign Redwood had added. Frost had grinned. "Shrapnel extraction it is!"

"Lieutenant, Mindo, Chief" Roderick had joined the Engineering crew at the meeting point. "I bring with me four heads." He looked around for any possible damage he could see with his own eyes. "What can we do for you?" Declan subconsciously cracked his knuckles.

"I sure hope those heads are attached to bodies," Mindo said. "I need you and your men space walking to the nacelle to give me an exact assessment of the damage. Each of you take a type three phaser and full maintenance kits. I'd go myself, but there are no suits my size and no time to replicate one. Greep and I will stay here and modify the tractor beams as needed."

"Did he say space suits?" Redwood looked concerned.

"Will do Chief, we'll be suited up in a few..." Declan had waved at the assembled ragtag bunch. "Time to loose our lunches." He rubbed at his chest, never one to enjoy a EVA.
Heading back to the EVA storage lockers, the Ops officers, had double checked all their equipment, tools, and anti-shrapnel devices... "Extreme caution everyone, the debris is sharp. Once were out there, Mindo will tell us what he wants done, after we send in the proper scans and structural damage visual." Roderick, locked on his helmet, and then had checked everyone else helmets.

=/\= Alright, we're at the nearest port hatch, it's about how far a walk Mindo? =/\= Roderick queried.

"OK, I've got the nacelle powered down," said Mindo. "The damage is about a hundred yards in front of you. There's quite a bit of debris puncturing the hull of the nacelle. I need you to assess how deep it goes, and if there are any serious emissions from the warp coils."

=/\= Understood. ETA 10 minutes... =/\= Declan had slowly led the way along Pandora's hull, with each gravity boot step forward. The line of the OPS officers behind him. "How's everyone feeling?" Roderick had wanted to keep communication open with the team.

"I didn't expect to be EVA today. I'll let you know when my stomach catches up." Replied Ensign Frost, slowly walking behind.

Declan had grinned. "Focus on the hull... Keep your head on the horizon, out of the stars."

Time had passed rather quickly. The EVA team slowly arrived at the debris range where pieces of shrapnel were lodged in to the nacelle hull. Declan allowed a slow circle form with the three other officers around the puncture sites. "Alright. Kit's time." Declan had opened up his maintenance kit. "Frost, me, and you will collaborate on a dual-damage assessment scan of the entire site." Roderick stated. "Redwood, keep an eye out for any other peices."

"Got it." Frost had set down his engineering kit along the hull. The magnetic kit had securely attached itself to the hull siding. Extracting his engineering tricorder, both Declan and him began a lateral and horizontal depth scan of the area set on a relay. After a thorough detailed 3-D image of the shrapnel of the damage was registered, Frost had nodded. "That about does it for the scans."

Declan had nodded. =/\= OPS team to Mindo. You should be receiving our damage data for review. Over. =/\= Roderick reported to the Chief.

The data scrolled up onto both Mindo's and Greep's screens. It looked promising. "OK," Mindo said, assessing the damage. "I need you to gently carve around the debris, giving the tractor beam room to dislodge it from the nacelle. Use a level one setting, and be gentle. =/\=

Roderick had listened over the coms. He had mentally nodded as he listened to Mindo's reasoning, instructions. =/\= Will do chief. Level one, be careful...=/\= He had breathed outward into his EVA suit. "Ok, any questions for Mindo? We all on the same page. We need to extract the hull fragments that's lodged into the hull. We don't need to over do it, just enough to ease the various shrapnel out with the tractor beam." Declan had communicated to the rest of the team.

"Sounds about right boss." Ensign Frost and Redwood had nodded. He charged his hand phaser with a level one setting as ordered from Mindo.

"We extract at a tri-point semi-circular curving nothing too deep." They had all begun their slow patient incisions along the hull shrapnel areas with their phaser at a level one setting. After all the areas were gently accessed and precision phasered, Roderick had tapped his com badge direct to Mindo =/\= Mindo. We have finished with precision extraction cuts in the affected areas. =/\=

=/\= Excellent job," Mindo replied. He nodded to Chief Greep, standing at the adjacent console. "Energize."

Mindo watched his screen as the Ops team was beamed directly to their location in the catwalk. As their materialization finished, Mindo activated the port tractor beam, which had been carefully modified to "dislodge" the debris. In total, there were seven torpedo fragments about five feet in diameter. None of them had managed to breach the nacelle entirely, but there was still surface damage which he knew would need tending. Looks like you'll have to replicate that EVA suit after all, he thought.

"Good work out there," Mindo said as Declan removed his helmet. "In an ideal situation, I would've had my own team out there. I guess we owe you one."

"Nonsense, Sir. Glad to be of help Chief." Declan had smiled and then readied to leave.

"We should be able to reactivate the port nacelle in a few minutes," Greep squawked from his station.

Mindo nodded. "Excellent," he said. "Let's get back to the core." Mindo knew he had only a few minutes to write up the damage report. He had decided to submit it to Captain Temple personally.

=/\= “Bridge to Nacelle team. We’re able to stabilise the ship now, functionality is returning.” =/\= Ensign Milkovich came over the comms, confirming the operation had been a success.

Temple had been listening and he smiled, =/\= Good work everyone. I, once again, owe you all a stiff drink. =/\=

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