Stranded
Posted on Sun Jul 20th, 2025 @ 8:28pm by Captain M'Raz & Lieutenant Commander Jason Reeves & Lieutenant Elias McEntyre & Lieutenant John Doe & Lieutenant H'iri & Lieutenant Noah Clarke & Lieutenant Michael Harris & Kenneth Hunt
1,986 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
Admiral Ambition and the Borg
Location: Middle of Nowhere
Timeline: MD004 - 1900
Raz moved around the Bridge, picking his way through the debris and around fried consoles to check on the Bridge crew. "McEntyre," Raz said, as he caught the Security Chief's gaze, "round up our cadets and get them up here."
A flash of fear went across Elias’ face. As he gained his bearings he thought of his brother down in the makeshift daycare center where he’d left him before his shift on the bridge.
“Sir, what of the kids down in Daycare Center,” he asked since the security offices where he had left the cadets was on the route that passed the daycare center.
Raz paused because he understood in that moment where McEntyre's priorities lay. "Alright, go ahead and check on your brother," he said. "I'll get someone else to find the cadets."
He lingered for an extra moment by H'iri, helping her back to her feet. "You alright," he asked, pitching his voice so that it didn't carry far beyond the two of them.
"Thanks," she told Raz, favoring him with a warm smile. She kept her voice low. "But if we don't get back to work, it won't matter. Concentrate on the job."
Raz nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and then moved on, checking on individual members of the Bridge crew.
Reeves picked himself off the floor where he was standing by Elias just a few moments ago. "Captain without internal communications we don't have a clue the status of the rest of the ship. Hopefully those in engineering are doing what their trained and doing a walkthrough of the ship deck by deck. But we need to get together with those teams and coordinate the full on damage. For all we know, there could be multiple haul breaches."
"Thus, the need for the cadets," Raz said as he turned his attention toward his First Officer who was saying what Raz already knew. "They can act as runners until we get some sort of reliable communications going. Coordinate with Engineering before starting the deck to deck sweep. Also, check in with Medical. Make sure they're alright. We'll try to get the wounded to them but we might need emergency response teams. Depends on how the sweep goes."
"I'll work on the communications," H'iri advised everyone. "I'll do what I can from here, but ultimately, I'm going to have to make my way to engineering and the main computer."
"I'll stop by Operations and get them involved with the deck assessments as well," Jason spoke as he made his way to the turbolift. Quickly realizing that they were down as well, he opened up a jefferies tube and began crawling in accordingly.
Elias follows Reeves into the jefferies tubes, albeit with a tighter fit due to his bulk and size.
Michael rarely had any issue with his smaller stature. In fact the only time it became an issue was situations such as this. When the ship was attacked he got thrown around usually a lot easier than the rest of the crew. At the moment he climbed back up to his console and out from under some debris. The first thing Michael tried to do was get some sensor data. They got everything. Hopefully we were able to store some of the data on them before everything went to hell. Michael thought. Then all at once it hit him. "Sir, if we can launch a shuttle. We can use the shuttle's sensors to scan the ship. Get a full view of damage and if there are hull breaches. It could possibly tell us how many of the crew are injured etc. Might give us a leg up on all this." He addressed the Captain as he wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.
H'iri answered, "Aren't the computers down? We would have to get someone to the shuttlebay in order to check if the shuttles even exist and fly the shuttle to view the damage. Even if we wanted to launch a probe, do we have any remaining that could be launched from here?"
"Good ideas," Raz said, "we'll know more about the shuttles once we've done the sweep." He turned toward the helm officer, weighing risk against reality. "Engage the automated distress beacon."
"Aye, Sir," the Helm Officer answered. "Activating the distress beacon."
Lt. Clarke pulled himself up through the Jeffries tube and through the access hatch onto the bridge by one of the aft consoles. His breathing was heavy, sweat creating a faint sheen on his skin as he had climbed all the way up from deck 21. The last few minutes had been quite hectic down in main engineering, trying to keep the ship in one piece while being attacked and falling into the upper atmosphere of the planet. Wiping his brow, he got to his feet and placed his hands on the edge of the console directly behind the captain’s chair, exhaling a long sigh.
“I figured since intra-ship comms are down, and with things stable in engineering, I’d come report in person, sir.”
"How're we doing," Raz asked as he turned and walked toward his Chief of Engineering.
“The ship is pretty banged up, sir.” Clarke began, his head swimming in what was all around a bad day. “We have emergency life support. The warp drive is completely inoperable. The stresses from the slingshot to warp more than likely sheared off our starboard impulse engine, based on my readings down in engineering, not that we have impulse power either…. It’s reasonable to assume there are multiple hull breaches around the ship. The main ODN trunk from the computer core is fried. I recommend rescue teams sweep the ship for potential plasma fires since they tend to happen when EPS manifolds burst. Also, the structural integrity field is at minimum from the overwhelming stresses going to warp caused.
Clarke let out another sigh and swallowed hard. ”I have my team working on trying to restore auxiliary power but… I can’t give a time frame on that just yet, sir.”
A few moments later, the turbolift doors slid open and Micheal stepped onto the Bridge. Moving closer to the Captain, as he made his way to his helm station, he reported. "Sir, the shuttlebay is a mess. Until we can get repairs carried out, its totally unusable." He paused to take a breath, then continued. "The main problem is the shuttlebay door is breached, and the forcefields are not operating. Also, the shuttles are in bad shape as well."
"That's one question answered," Raz said. "So, we're not using the Shuttlebay."
[Sweep Team]
Eight minutes later, after climbing down a few decks Reeves exited the Jefferies tube on deck nine. Looking down the corridor, he could see various personnel injured among the ship that was heavily damaged. Odds are they were making their way to sickbay, which was hopefully was in better shape than what he was currently seeing.
Deck 10 was much in the same condition, battle scarred, picked and pocked with sparks and scoring from EPS ruptures and battle damage. The corridor had some of the conduits exposed, wiring and equipment.
Elias pulls himself out of the Jefferies Tube, stood, brushed off his armor vest. It had been a super tight squeeze in the tubes and one he was glad to be out of. He came out right where he needed to be, near Day Center where some civilian parents had been set up to watch little ones from the refugee groups.
Elias made a small jog down towards the doors, letting them slide open as he approached. He stood taller than most in here and he saw a bit of organized chaos. The adults trying to help calm the young kids and in a corner, huddled with a small plush of Flotter the Otter that Elias had given him, was Clay. Elias walked over, more like power walked, knelt as the little Caitian saw him, smiled and ran at him.
"What...What happening, big brother?" Clay asked in a tiny voice. He was trembling terribly, and looked like he'd been crying, which given the situation, Elias thought, was perfectly reasonable.
"It's alright, Clay. No one is going to hurt you, or hurt us." Elias reassured his young brother, brushing back the tussled hair on Clay's head.
"I'm going to make sure that the ship is safe, will you be a brave kitten for me, like we talked about? Ms. Sakura will come if things get back and I can't get you myself?"
The smaller Caitian looked at his big brother for a moment, shaky, before nodding his head softly, before he hugged his brother. Elias hugged him back, reassuringly, protectively. The two were the only family they had left in the galaxy.
He released Clay from the hug after a moment. "Be Brave for a little bit longer, ok?"
This only got a nod from the tiny Caitian as a young Vulcan child came over, asking if Clay would join them to play with some crayons. It was nice to see Clay getting along with others and a small glimer of hope in what Elias thought might be a losing battle to save the ship but Elias would make damn sure that he'd try to help save this bastion of hope that was the Addams. He watched for a moment before he quietly slipped out of the day center and headed to take damage control reports from the security section and gather what internal data he could. Hopefully, even meet up with the cadets somewhere on the deck.
[Cadets]
The doors to security opened as the First Officer entered the large space. Quickly taking a glimpse around this place had taken quite a bit of damage. In the corner looking to be in a daze, he spotted Cadet Hunt. "Cadet Hunt."
Hearing a familiar voice, he turned his attention to Commander Reeves. "Sir?"
"I need some assistance from you and the other cadets," Jason replied. "Where is Cadet Jones?"
Kenneth simply pointed over to the rubble where Ian Jones body currently remained.
Spotting the body, Reeves sighed at the sight of someone so young no longer with them. The last thing he wanted to do was to tell the kid to get it together. But the time to grieve for friends and loved ones would be later. "Kenneth, I'm sorry about your friend. But I need for you to focus. We'll have time to grieve our losses when the time is right."
Allowing those words to sink in, Hunt nodded in response. "Whatever you need from me Sir."
"I'm here as well," Cadet Vespertine said as he rose from where he crouched beside Jones' body, brushing bits of debris out of his blonde hair. The uniform, covering a form meant to be in motion, was torn in a few places, mute evidence to his self-appointed task, helping extract crew members from the rubble, and his boots had a few questionable stains, blood from a crewman with an arterial bleed. "Whatever you need, Sir."
Looking at both Cadet, Reeves nodded. "Vespertine and Hunt you two will work as runners relaying information from the bridge to the rest of the ship. Gather the other Cadets and get them to assist if you run into them."
"Aye, Sir," Vespertine said as he turned toward Hunt. "C'mon, I think I know a way we can get to the Bridge."
"Alright," Kenneth replied as he followed Vespertine out the door.
The Crew of the USS Jane Addams
Including:
Captain M'Raz, Commanding Officer
Lt. Commander Jason Reeves, First Officer
Lieutenant Michael Taggart, Chief Flight Officer
Lieutenant Elias McEntyre, Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Lieutenant H'iri, Chief Operations Officer
Lieutenant Noah Clarke, Chief Engineering Officer
Lieutenant Michael Harris, Chief Science Officer
Cadet Kenneth Hunt
Cadet Bayre Vespertine
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