Emergency becon activated. (Part 1)

Posted on Thursday November 26th, 2020 @ 2:44pm by Captain Tobias Bishop III & Major Delhashi DarkShadow & Lieutenant Commander Albino "Viper" Jackson & Lieutenant Contessa McQueen & Captain C'Rell & Lieutenant JG L'sa Blue Fern - Ek & Lieutenant Junior Grade Lee-ee-ek Bluefern - Ek & Ensign T'val

Mission: Jeepers Creepers!
Location: Freighter dead in space floating ten km from Deep Space 3
Timeline: Current

:: ON ::

Captain Dashon, dispatched the emergency becons, he knew they were undamaged and deuterium free.

He turned to his family, Keli his wife and XO, daughter and 2IC Alore, son Kasper, engineer.

"We must keep the old style communications running. I know cranking it is a strain on our arms but we will soon run out of oxygen..."

:: Automated distress call ::

"Freighter Tor'Kon dire straights no engine, no auxiliary power, running audio communications on very old style radio system emergency channel 109.09.. We are drifting towards Deep Space 3, hazard onboard, mechanical looking spider."

:: Deep Space Three Main Ops ::

"Ops to Bishop. Colonel, We're picking up an automated distress call." the young woman monitoring communications called out.

The Colonel walked out of his office into Main Ops and heard it finish one loop and begin another.

"Scramble the fighters and a medical shuttle." he ordered.

The CMO heard the call for medical emergency, shuttle deploy. She picked up her Medical gear and her emergency hazard gear. As she made her way to the medical shuttle she boarded with Della close behind her. They took their seats and waited for the orders to lift off. Cassandra came aboard as well with her emergency med pack and field kit. She took a seat and strapped in as well.

:: TOR'KON ::

They were fast running out of oxygen, they were in their primitive EVAC suits each member on their last O2 tanks. The women cried, the crusty Captain consoled his wife and daughter. Life was hanging by a thin thread....

:: FIGHTER DECK ::

As the klaxon went off, Alie grabbed Chopper, Slider, Reaper, and Alligator, and mounted her fighter. "The three of you, get out there fast, find the freighter and keep her insight. Don't let anyone or thing near it. I'll be escorting the rescue ship! MOVE!!" she yelled as her canopy dropped and gunned the fighter into open space.

As the four fighters left, three headed for the distressed freighter while Alie stayed to escort the rescue ships. =/\= DS3, Ops, Viper here, three fighters on their way to freighter. I will escort rescue ships, out=/\= Alie sat waiting for the rescue ships.

:: TOR'KON DECK ONE ::

Della looked at Contessa. "Geez you know those poor people are running out of oxygen, it is a good thing they are a crew under ten people."

Contessa nodded as she listened and went through her check list. "The good news they are in the life pod section of that freighter which also lost it's engines but had oxygen until they almost drifted to Deep Space Three, Della we will save them."

The Tor'Kon began to pull apart further.....the metal alloy no longer strong....it was like watching a transporter funeral where the deceased had requested to be beamed out into space wide dispersal pattern....

Contessa called out.... "We need to search for bio signs.... the Tor'Kor is literally falling apart."

:: DEEP SPACE THREE OPS ::

"SitRep, Doctor?" Tobias asked over the open comm line.

Contessa heard the Colonel's question. "Colonel Bishop, Sir I recommend site to site beaming to the Medical Support transport craft... I am reading strange anomalies within the area the life signs are. Your Science team and the hazard teams can confirm these strange elements and DS3 has glitches as well....Sir what if these elements this ship disappearing on the molecular level. What if is similar to the problems on our Station?"

C'Rell stood back and listened. "Colonel, the message stated there was a hazard on board. I think it said a mechanical spider. If that thing is brought over with the evacuees, you would need security and Marines on standby." He offered, looking to Bishop.

"Roger that Captain. Last thing we need is these things getting back on the station. We have just gotten rid of them here." Tobias answered, and then switched the commline to internal.

"Lieutenant Darkmoon and Major DarkShadow, your teams are needed on the double in the shuttle bay and transporter rooms. We have evacuees and possible intruders."

Krang answered to the affirmative and mustered a security team. He contacted the Major to send his team to the shuttlebay.

"I'll be with my team Colonel." C'Rell said as he turned smartly and headed to join the Marines in the shuttlebay.

Lyra frowned at the hubbub, still a bit uncertain on her feet. "Wait!" She shouted. "You guys should bring some of the sonic field emitters and the-" Lyra paused, watching the team disperse. "Bogdonavich to Ensigns T'val and S'vai, please deliver sonic field emitters and some of the dampener devices to the shuttlebay. Preferably before the Pew Pew shoot 'em up guys rush off and get themselves assimilated."

"Yes, ma'am." S'vai replied, hastily.

Lyra shook her head, and muttered something that sounded like a swear word, except it was in Vulcan, and the translators opted for "Illogical." As a translation.

:: To Be Continued ::