NationStates Jolt Archive

In the swirling landscape of "SlipSpace", the CFDS Pavel made its way toward its next target area. The Pavel was part of a new plan by FedFleet to chart space nearer the Galactic Core. Since the large Santa Maria Class Explores and Mayflower Class Colony Ships were needed to expand the Republic's holdings in the Cygnus Arm, it fell to the ever sturdy and reliable Albert Class Destroyers (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/albert.gif) to get the job done. They didn't have the range or scientific equipment of the more specialized ships, but they were all FedFleet could spare.

Commander William Essley sat at his desk reading the next week's duty roster. It was one of the things he least liked about being the commanding officer of a warship, the only thing he disliked more was wearing dress uniforms.

Finished reading, Commander Essley begins to ready himself for bed. It's a good eleven hours until the next targeted area, should be able to get me some shut-eye. he thinks to himself while going to get his pajamas. Just as he is about to change, an alert klaxon sounds. *Alert, Alert...Return to Normal Space in 5...4...3...2...1* with a jolt, which is more intense than usual, the Pavel is ripped back into normal space.

Regaining his balance, Essely activates his communicator. "Command, this is Essely- What the hell is going on?"

"Sir, we're recording a cascade failure in both Slipstream Jump engines. Engineering also reports a severe instability in Fusion Reactors A and C." Lt. Commander Kylie Westin, the Pavel's XO, reports.

"God damn it. I'll be there in a minute." Essely says as he storms out of his quarters.

Just as he turns a corner to board a TransPod, a huge explosion rocks the entire ship. Knocked to the ground, Commander Essely forces himself through the pain of a broken arm to stand up. That's when he notices the sound...that sound...the sound you never want to hear- air rushing into the vacuum of space.


OOC: This is my first Future Tech RP. If you want to participate, feel free to. I just ask you keep it at a certain "level"

In the Command Center (CC), Lt. Commander Westin and rest of the command staff frantically try to figure out the condition of the Pavel when the second explosion occurs. Halfway through the jolting explosion, the gravity plating in the CC fails.

"STATUS!" Westin yells to the Operations Officer.

Struggling to float her way over to the nearest instrument panel, Lt. Alice Isenen quickly pulls up the data. "Computer reads critical failure of Fusion Reactor C's containment system. I'm also reading hull breaches on Decks 6, 7, 9, and 12. For lack of a better term, Reactor C just blew up."

"Evacuate all personnel from the effected areas and secure the sections surrounding the hull breaches. I also want to know where the hell we are." Westin says as he slowly floats toward an access panel. Taking the face plate off, he reaches in and activates the secondary gravity system for the CC. Everyone in the CC comes crashing to the floor.

Touching the command panel on the captain's chair, Lt. Cmdr. Westin actives the Shipwide Communications System.

**"All personnel are to evacuate Decks 6, 7, 9, and 12 from Sections Gamma 16 to Tango 11. Damage control teams report to priority stations. Commander Essely please report to Command."**

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Hearing the rush of oxygen into the emptiness of space, Commander Essely rushed to the nearest control panel. With the help of two crewmen, Essely was able to seal the forward sections of Deck 7 off from the hull breach. Collapsing to the floor, Essely cradled his broken right arm.

**"All personnel are to evacuate Decks 6, 7, 9, and 12 from Sections Gamma 16 to Tango 11. Damage control teams report to priority stations. Commander Essely please report to Command."**

Using his chin, Essely activates his communicator. "Westin, I'm at Deck 7, Section Gamma 15. I've broken my arm and the TransPod system on this Deck is down. Until I can get a Medic, you're going to have to run the show. And for the love of God don't use the Transporter system. The Reactors are throwing up too much interference."

"Aye, sir." Westin responded. "Since you can't report to the CC, once you've been attended to you should head down to Engineering. It must have been that last explosion, but we've lost all communication and sensor contact with that area of the ship."

"Understood. Once you get an undate on our situation, get back to me. Essely out." As he deactivates his communicator, he spots an Emergency Medical Team further down the corridor. Getting up, he begins to limp his way over to the Medics.