WinTrees
13-11-2007, 20:07
HMS Tamar – Ascot Class
Lieutenant Commander Timothy Trammel, the ship’s XO stood next to the command table which was covered in data cards and other documents, “I’ve sent damage control teams into the engine compartments on the space station Koenig, the Chief is worried that the fires are spreading to the fuel intake valves,” he indicated to the Space Station’s schematics laid out on the command table, “If it does, we can kiss goodbye to bulkheads 49 to 82 on all decks. It’ll gut the station and take Tamar with it.”
“Ok,” sighed Commander Wilcox, the ship’s Captain, “Disengage the docking connections and take the ship to a safe distance,” he looked up from the command table and starred at Trammel, “We’ll have to continue the evacuation with Raptors, I can’t risk the ship.”
“Right Sir,” replied Trammel, “It’s not going to go down well with the Civilians on the station...”
“Major Carling,” he turned to the third officer stood around the table, “Tim has a good point, can we muster up a security detail to control the situation over there?”
“I can have the Quick Reaction Force cross-decked within the next ten minutes, they’d be more than enough to keep the civvies in line,” Carling pointed at the Koenig’s flight deck on the schematic, “We’ll set up a number of departure points on the flight deck, it’ll mean moving the evacuees to the other side of the station, but as far as I can make out, it’ll be the safest place for them anyway.”
“OK,” declared Wilcox, gathering up his papers, “Get it done.”
SS Koenig – Cornwallis Sector
“Chief Turner!” yelled a crewman, “Fuel pressure is off scale high, it’s going to blow the pressure seals.”
Turner was wrestling a pressure valve open, while other crewmen attempted to seal off piping and rip through the station’s electrics. It was all in an attempt to steady the flow of the massive fuel reserves held on the station. They were desperately trying to divert it away from the fires breaking out all over the station.
“We need to vent,” yelled Turner, handing off his task to another crewman, “Call the XO, tell him we can’t wait any longer, Smudge... Smudge!”
“Chief?” replied one of the crewmen.
“Take your damage control party and go to the secondary pumping control room, get ready to open all of the refuelling lines when I tell you too.”
“Right Chief!” yelled Smudge as he exited through a broke bulkhead, motioning for his team to follow him.
HMS Tamar –
Trammel swore as he hung up the communicator, “Sir, two of the docking clamps have locked in place on the Koenig’s side. I’ve dispatched damage control teams to cut them free.”
“How long?” asked Wilcox
“Depending on what’s jamming them, ten minutes to two hours.”
“Christ,” swore Wilcox, “Find me some other options.”
“I’ll do my best,” nodded Trammel as he headed out of the CIC to take command of the damage control teams.
“Lieutenant Williams,” signalled Wilcox, “Send a message in the clear to all ships... standard distress call, include our current situation.”
OOC: Space station Koenig is a Wintrees station somewhere in the Cornwallis Sector. The Sector is a major trade centre on the outskirts of the Wintrees space, patrolled by pressure few military ships. The station itself is a multinational venture which turned into THE place for unhand deals, for instance although slavery is officially illegal is Wintrees slave traders openly trade here, this is just the tip of the iceberg, deals ranging from arms to artefacts can be found here, in short, it’s a treasure trove.
A small explosion set off a chain reaction of sorts in the ageing station, turning in what started as a small incident to the evacuation of the station when the fires spread to a stockpile of ammunition which blew out the majority of the primary Life support systems. HMS Tamar arrived to conduct the evacuation, although it now seems to be stuck in the middle of it.
I don't mind what people commit to this, people on the station to fleets. Theres some shady deals going down on the Koenig which could range from information exchanges between governments to criminal empire burning in the fire.
Lieutenant Commander Timothy Trammel, the ship’s XO stood next to the command table which was covered in data cards and other documents, “I’ve sent damage control teams into the engine compartments on the space station Koenig, the Chief is worried that the fires are spreading to the fuel intake valves,” he indicated to the Space Station’s schematics laid out on the command table, “If it does, we can kiss goodbye to bulkheads 49 to 82 on all decks. It’ll gut the station and take Tamar with it.”
“Ok,” sighed Commander Wilcox, the ship’s Captain, “Disengage the docking connections and take the ship to a safe distance,” he looked up from the command table and starred at Trammel, “We’ll have to continue the evacuation with Raptors, I can’t risk the ship.”
“Right Sir,” replied Trammel, “It’s not going to go down well with the Civilians on the station...”
“Major Carling,” he turned to the third officer stood around the table, “Tim has a good point, can we muster up a security detail to control the situation over there?”
“I can have the Quick Reaction Force cross-decked within the next ten minutes, they’d be more than enough to keep the civvies in line,” Carling pointed at the Koenig’s flight deck on the schematic, “We’ll set up a number of departure points on the flight deck, it’ll mean moving the evacuees to the other side of the station, but as far as I can make out, it’ll be the safest place for them anyway.”
“OK,” declared Wilcox, gathering up his papers, “Get it done.”
SS Koenig – Cornwallis Sector
“Chief Turner!” yelled a crewman, “Fuel pressure is off scale high, it’s going to blow the pressure seals.”
Turner was wrestling a pressure valve open, while other crewmen attempted to seal off piping and rip through the station’s electrics. It was all in an attempt to steady the flow of the massive fuel reserves held on the station. They were desperately trying to divert it away from the fires breaking out all over the station.
“We need to vent,” yelled Turner, handing off his task to another crewman, “Call the XO, tell him we can’t wait any longer, Smudge... Smudge!”
“Chief?” replied one of the crewmen.
“Take your damage control party and go to the secondary pumping control room, get ready to open all of the refuelling lines when I tell you too.”
“Right Chief!” yelled Smudge as he exited through a broke bulkhead, motioning for his team to follow him.
HMS Tamar –
Trammel swore as he hung up the communicator, “Sir, two of the docking clamps have locked in place on the Koenig’s side. I’ve dispatched damage control teams to cut them free.”
“How long?” asked Wilcox
“Depending on what’s jamming them, ten minutes to two hours.”
“Christ,” swore Wilcox, “Find me some other options.”
“I’ll do my best,” nodded Trammel as he headed out of the CIC to take command of the damage control teams.
“Lieutenant Williams,” signalled Wilcox, “Send a message in the clear to all ships... standard distress call, include our current situation.”
OOC: Space station Koenig is a Wintrees station somewhere in the Cornwallis Sector. The Sector is a major trade centre on the outskirts of the Wintrees space, patrolled by pressure few military ships. The station itself is a multinational venture which turned into THE place for unhand deals, for instance although slavery is officially illegal is Wintrees slave traders openly trade here, this is just the tip of the iceberg, deals ranging from arms to artefacts can be found here, in short, it’s a treasure trove.
A small explosion set off a chain reaction of sorts in the ageing station, turning in what started as a small incident to the evacuation of the station when the fires spread to a stockpile of ammunition which blew out the majority of the primary Life support systems. HMS Tamar arrived to conduct the evacuation, although it now seems to be stuck in the middle of it.
I don't mind what people commit to this, people on the station to fleets. Theres some shady deals going down on the Koenig which could range from information exchanges between governments to criminal empire burning in the fire.