The Little Ride

Posted on Fri Aug 20th, 2021 @ 6:45am by Captain John Wells & Commander Yadira Tristan House Kilrah & Lieutenant Commander Timber Wolf & Lieutenant Nerex & Lieutenant JG Hank Solomon & RESIGNED

Mission: The Long Way Home
Timeline: The Main Sim

{Bridge]

Fifteen minutes later the captain walked onto the bridge; even though it was an emergency his uniform was in great condition. Looking at the officer of the deck he said,

“Report…”

“Nothing new yet sir. All we know is that there is a, what I can only describe as a black hole, that has taken hold.”

Then suddenly, what seemed impossible occurred…the ship started to be pulled forward.

“Captain, we are being pulled in” yelled the com officer.

“Full reverse!” responded the captain.

Nerex tried to execute the captain’s order, however it was no use. The ship was going in. “It’s not enough, captain!”

"Wonderful" came the response....

L'ason was at her Tactical station watching the whole thing on the screen, as she looked onward to the Captain." Is there any way to fire at it or what sir" She said to the Captain?

"I am not sure that is such a great idea either. The explosion might be bad for us a the shockwave might knock out half of the ship..." Wells responded.


{Sickbay]

Tessa Laxwen-Smythe, Listened to the incoming hails ship wide. She touched controls on the Medical console station on bridge, reinforcing Sickbay's gravity and systems, in order to keep things from flying around in the bays to much. She held on and gritted her teeth, as the Bridge crew tried to keep them out of harms way.

[Bridge]

"Black holes are dangerous as we have no idea of what is in there or where it leads. Besides I'm not sure of we drop the warp core and ignite it, the shock wave will push us out. For that you have to ask the Chief", Timber Wolf said.

"Bridge what in the name are my engines doing at full speed? Your going to blow the hell outta the ship! You better back down soon cause we are already redlining them", Yadira growled.

"If we do that, Chief, we are really going to get pulled in" responded Wells.

L'ason continued to Listen to what the two of them said, and wondered if she had any Ideas of her own on what to do Tactical wise." Excuse sir could we send a beacon to the Black-hole and see what's in it." L'ason wondered.

Solomon, hard working at his console, keeps scanning the black hole trying to guess what could await them on the other side of it. Shakes his head at L’ason comment “I don’t think we will have enough time to retrieve useful data from the other side. We’ll be in it before we can get the beacon to activate” said. “How about a beacon to be left on this side of the black hole? Something with an automated distress call message. Another fleet vessel might be able to receive it and at least they know what happens here” he proposed to the captain.

Van Der Luan had come to the Bridge as soon as the ship had been jolted out of warp, he was manning one of the auxiliary panels at the rear of the Bridge, surveying the incoming sensor readings.

Dropping the Warp Core sounded like a bad idea to him, they would be better shutting down the engines, which were not slowing their descent in any case and then reroute all Warp power to the structural integrity fields. That just might keep the hull from being torn apart by the gravitation sheer once they were dragged in.

He didn't say anything figuring the Engineer would be working on it. But he could do something about getting them data.

"We can launch a Class Eight probe forward into the Hole, instead of a Beacon. Class Eights are designed for high speed travel and tough too, they're built on a torpedo chassis. It would have enough sensor and transceiver equipment to directly relay data to the Bridge of what's ahead of us as we follow it in, might be enough to give us a couple of minutes warning."

He tapped the panel bringing up the forward torpedo launcher controls. Four Decks below, the launcher spun up, withdrew a Torpedo and returned it to the magazine, then replaced it with a Class 8 probe. The panel beeped as the Probe's sensor suite came online.

"Class Eight Probe is online, loaded and ready to launch, on your mark Captain"

"Launch probe...." ordered Wells.

"Probe away!" Van Der Luan reported, tapping his panel. There was a familiar judder from the deck as the device exited the launcher. The flare of the probe's motor streaked across the view screen, it curved to the right and began a steep spiral, rapidly dropping down into the inky blackness of the anomaly.

"And Sir, dropping a Distress Beacon here won't work" Van Der Luan added "The gravity from the Black Hole is already overcoming our main engines, which are far more powerful that that of a station-keeping beacon. It would just be sucked in with us and crushed...

But we could Transport one! Get it out to maximum transporter range, maybe forty thousand klicks, that might be enough to keep it free of the Hole's gravity-well.

If Science can download our logs and status, I'm sure Operations could get it beamed as far away as possible, Captain"

While they debated, Nerex kept up with many adjustments on his console in order to keep the ship steady as it was being pulled. The last thing everyone needed was to be jostled or knocked down while they figured this out.

"Prepare to beam the beacon out....make sure you download all the logs as well...." ordered the Captain.

The Chief Science Officer quickly downloaded all ship’s log and status into the beacon’s mainframe “All data had been transferred to the beacon” he reported, before going back to analyze the situation and the stream of data coming from the ship’s sensor array.

The data started coming in, but it did not matter. The pull of the blackhole was strong and in the ship was going, one way or another.

On the viewscreen the probe was nearly invisible, there was a sudden flare and flash and it disappeared from sight.

A stream of telemetry and gravitational data scrolled across the screen. The device was reaching tremendous speed and under immense pressure as it was ripped from normal space by the Black Hole.

“Incoming data from the probe” offered Hank to the Captain. “The data are incomplete, the probe disappeared before completing its transmission” he concluded with a worried tone and serious face.

He kept punching at the console commands trying to make sense of the incomplete telemetry data and give a full report to the officers on the bridge.

He shook his head and offered “I can’t get much more out of it” pointing at the strings of data, “but the reading showed an extreme gravity causing time-frequency dilation.” He pauses to ponder “If we make it through, we won’t know where – or when – we’ll end out at”

“Sir,” he continues towards the Captain “the gravity is such we cannot counter balance it, we’ll be dragged in no matter what we try. Anyhow I would recommend diverting all possible power to shields and life support systems once we reach the event horizon of the singularity”. He highlights part of the data stream showing up on the main screen of the ship. “We might avoid being crunched, and shield ourselves from most of the radiations coming out of it”

"Do it!" responded Wells as the ship was slowly pulled in. Hank was right. Nerex was doing his best to fight the gravitational pull, but it was a losing battle. The closer they got, the harder it was to keep the ship steady, too. He continued to do his best to buy them time to decide how to handle the situation.

Van Der Luan gritted his teeth, planted his feet firmly on the deck, took a solid grip on his panel and grimly awaited their fate

As the ship entered the blackhole no one knew what to expect....

OFF

Captain John Wells,
Commanding Officer,

Lt. Nerex
Flight Control Chief

MCPO A Van Der Luan
Master at Arms