Event Horizon

Posted on Tue Nov 24th, 2015 @ 8:07am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Yuna Raza

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck One, the Bridge
Timeline: 2265
Tags: Yuna,vortex,Kurrajong,Bonne chance

ON

The pounding in Yuna's head was akin to the pounding of a thousand axemen throwing their full force behind some sledgehammers in her skull. She groaned as she came too, every fibre aching with a dull pressure unlike she had never felt before. What the hell had happened?
Opening her eyes she looked around with blurred vision. Something was wrong - it didn't look like the Kurrajong.. and the carpet didn't smell like the Kurrajong.

" Holy crap" She mumbled, her training kicking in and forcing her to her feet. She wobbled a little, leaning on the wall panel for support. There was a comm panel on the wall, just waiting to be activated.

" This is Lt Yuna Celes...what ship is this?" She asked, knowing she sounded very... only so very very stupid...

The speaker came to live almost immediately with an answer. "Lieutenant Celes, this is the bridge of the USS Bonne Chance, Ensign Farr reporting. Are you in distress?"

" Ahhh.. you could say that" Yuna replied, rubbing the now rising lump on her head. " Did you say the Bonne Chance? I was on the Kurrajong... this isn't the Kurrajong?" The throbbing in her head increased. This was not the way her day was supposed to end.

"Er, no, ma'am," the voice on the other end replied with some hesitation. "USS Bonne Chance, NCC 1745, just out from her refit, en route to the Maraxis Nebula by way of Big Rock and Starbase 4. The Kurrajong?"

There was a pause on the other end while her headache kept working to remind her of its existence, and finally the speaker reactivated. "Um, ma'am, according to our records the Kurrajong is over 127 light years from our current position...? The voice on the other end sounded none too certain of itself, and from an officer's perspective it was that hint of close to panic that was unmistakable to a combat veteran.


" 127 light years? How the hell did I get here then?" Celes gulped, 127 light years would take... no.. way too long to get home." Ahhh.. what do we do now then?" She asked, wondering why some Ensign was in charge of the bridge. She rested her pounding head against the way trying to get noggin around the whole idea.

"I don't... I don't know, ma'am... I'm, uh, I'm the only one on the Bridge... everyone else... I don't know where everyone is, ma'am. Not everyone showed up for duty today, and I'm doing my best, but... I mean, the starbase orbit looks stable so, we're okay, but I'm, uh... " Again, that note of panic was rising. The kid sounded fresh and raw and he was on the bridge of a starship alone.

" Where's the CO Ensign?" Yuna asked, taking on the role as the superior officer.

"I don't... I don't know, Lieutenant! I haven't seen the Captain all week... I saw the XO at change of shift yesterday... I haven't seen any senior staff in... I don't know! Oh Bhudda, I don't..."

The speaker was still on... she could hear the background noises of the bridge instruments, but Ensign Farr had fallen silent.

" Ensign.... hello... Ensign Farr? You there?" Yuna pressed the comm button again, and then again for good measure. Nothing. She decided to put her training to good use. All bridges were on the top deck, so she headed for the nearest turbolift, dialed up the bridge, and decided to have a look for herself.

It was a bit of a hike to the turbolift, and that gave her a sense of just how large the ship was. Saucer section, judging from the rounded corridors, and she had a bit of territory to cover before she found that lift. Deck Seven was the current deck, and the turbolift deposited her on the Bridge... of a Constitution-class heavy cruiser. She recognized it from all of the briefing photos.

The bridge was empty, completely devoid of life. What in the name of spots was going on? Taking up the tactical station she flipped on the computer monitor, intent on running a scan for all lifeforms. The science station appeared to have that exact scan up and running, coincidentally enough... which was only slightly unnerving.

" What the hell?" She mumbled, trying to make sense of the readings.

The internal sensors were in a constant state of scanning... there was a protocol warning that she wasn't positive how to pursue, but the scanners were combing the ship with every pass. Apparently, if she was reading the scans correctly, there were currently one hundred and seventy-three crewmen aboard the Bonne Chance.

...from a crew capacity of four hundred and thirty.

" Computer.. locate the most senior officer on board" She tried, flipping the appropriate switches to get access to the comm system.

+The most senior officer on board is Lieutenant Siivas McKanzie, Chief Medical Officer. he is currently on Deck Eight. His life signs are stable and show no sign of fluctiation at the moment. He is currently moving fore.+

" Righto" Yuna said to herself, " Down to deck 8 we go"

" Lt Celes to Lt McKenzie - please respond" She dialed up the comm system again and waited.

 

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