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WardenCelestine“Our long range comms array is disabled. 95% of external sensors are now offline. Kinetic barriers have experienced catastrophic damage. I have detected three hull breaches, including one in the shuttle bay which has now lost pressurisation. The reactors are being rebooted - the ship is operating on auxiliary power. Forward starboard thruster is missing. Engines 1 through 3 are…"
Zey winced, staggering slightly on the uneven deck. She grabbed the back of her chair as a high pitched whining noise rang out inside her head. The Captain pinched the bridge of her nose and stopped glanding Deep Work. She’d evidently made it too strong in her haste. Eventually the whining stopped, and she could hear again. She ached all over.
“Ok. Anselm, make sure we’re transmitting our location and distress in any way we can. Mallory, I need to know where we are and whether it's safe to evacuate the ship. I also need a roll call on all crew who made it aboard.”
Zey raised her communicator to her lips as she exited into the service corridor.
“Dr Feng, What is the status of your team and the civilians? Do we have casualties?”
The Human crew’s first night on Kanth-Amerek passed in the blink of an eye.
Zey’s first task was to deal with the two stowaways that Eva had inexplicably let on board. One of them was armed, heavily armoured and appeared to be working for the other man, a suited executive who seemed to have suffered a head injury in the crash. He managed to present her with a Tamerlane ID badge which alleged his name was Tyreese Darnell before throwing up in the toilet he was sat next to. It took all of the diplomacy Zey possessed (and the appearance of Wodan’s two bipedal droids) to relieve the soldier of their weapons; she then promised them an update as soon as possible while directing them to Medical.
The shipboard comms system was patchy at best, so Zey ended up going department by department to piece together a picture of her crew, passengers and status. Engineering was all kinds of fucked up - nobody could find their life support & cryo engineer and their all-rounder Kiran was dead, burned to a crisp trying to throw some breakers. She assigned one of the droids to assist with whatever they needed.
The med bay and the long top deck corridor was like a warzone, with civilians clutching broken limbs and crowding round her to ask questions. The medical team was close to being overrun, so Zey tasked the second droid to help out there. She’d told the civilians to remain calm and wait in the mess hall if they weren’t hurt about fifteen times when she found out on the radio they may not be in Kansas anymore.
Apparently the atmosphere outside was similar to Earth’s, but richer in oxygen. Instead of the regular 21%, Wodan’s damaged sensors were picking up something more like 23.6% - breathable, but not advisable for long periods. As if that wasn’t enough - there had been no response to their distress beacon and they could detect no signatures on the Jotunheim’s IFF at all. Zey immediately ordered the distribution of masks to everyone. With a catastrophic follow-up explosion averted (for now) and their new AI able to monitor systems remotely, she decided to call a quick crew meeting in the conference room.
They all crammed into the cramped space. All seats were taken, with others standing around the sides of the room. Zey stood by the end chair opposite the door and loomed over the table. Somehow, six hours had already passed since they landed, and Zey saw a lot of drained and scared faces looking at her. She took a deep breath, then began, making eye contact with different people throughout.
“Hi everyone, let me start by saying how glad I am that you’re alive. I won’t lie to you, we’re dinged up pretty bad. I can see some of you are injured, and I'm sad to say that Kiran gave his life trying to protect this ship. We have other people in critical condition. Sara and Richard are tending to them now - thank you Duncan we won’t keep you long.”
Zey paused, searching for the right words.
“I wanted to call this meeting because we’re all thinking the same thing. When are we going to be rescued? I wanted to assure you that we’re doing everything we can to make contact, but as you know, these things can take time. We got a basic scan of the area before we hit the dirt -”
Zey pinched the map data on her tablet and chucked it out onto the table - it expanded out to form a blue-grey 3D topographic map, with a small flashing model of the Jotunheim near the middle. It was relatively basic, with a large lake to the north, mountains to the south and rivers to the west and east.
“Wodan is crunching the data, but so far we can’t get our bearings. We’ve also found out that the atmosphere is oxygen-enriched, so you need masks on you in case of total depressurisation. I don’t need to remind you that an oxygen-enriched site makes everything a lot more flammable. The elevation we hit is currently ablaze; we need to stop that from internalising at all costs.
Zey paused again and read the room. There were a few dazed and confused faces, so she decided to make things really clear.
“For the avoidance of doubt, here are my orders. Engineering team, you will assist Wodan with compiling a comprehensive damage assessment and prioritised repair plan.”
Zey then looked at Eva and Fret, who had been patched up after they’d determined the bullet had just grazed him.
“Survey team, get set for an EVA as soon as the fires start to die down. I need you to assess the stability of our landing site and free Wodan’s repair bots from their housings in the hull - they’re stuck right now. Then try to put out any fires that are threatening the ship.”
Lastly, she picked out Duncan Feng from the crowd. "Dr Feng, patch everyone up then give me a summary of injuries."
Zey took a deep breath and looked around one more time. “Any questions?”
She found Mallory in the crowd and locked eyes with him.
“Or anything the Command crew would like to add?”
Zey winced, staggering slightly on the uneven deck. She grabbed the back of her chair as a high pitched whining noise rang out inside her head. The Captain pinched the bridge of her nose and stopped glanding Deep Work. She’d evidently made it too strong in her haste. Eventually the whining stopped, and she could hear again. She ached all over.
“Ok. Anselm, make sure we’re transmitting our location and distress in any way we can. Mallory, I need to know where we are and whether it's safe to evacuate the ship. I also need a roll call on all crew who made it aboard.”
Zey raised her communicator to her lips as she exited into the service corridor.
“Dr Feng, What is the status of your team and the civilians? Do we have casualties?”
The Human crew’s first night on Kanth-Amerek passed in the blink of an eye.
Zey’s first task was to deal with the two stowaways that Eva had inexplicably let on board. One of them was armed, heavily armoured and appeared to be working for the other man, a suited executive who seemed to have suffered a head injury in the crash. He managed to present her with a Tamerlane ID badge which alleged his name was Tyreese Darnell before throwing up in the toilet he was sat next to. It took all of the diplomacy Zey possessed (and the appearance of Wodan’s two bipedal droids) to relieve the soldier of their weapons; she then promised them an update as soon as possible while directing them to Medical.
The shipboard comms system was patchy at best, so Zey ended up going department by department to piece together a picture of her crew, passengers and status. Engineering was all kinds of fucked up - nobody could find their life support & cryo engineer and their all-rounder Kiran was dead, burned to a crisp trying to throw some breakers. She assigned one of the droids to assist with whatever they needed.
The med bay and the long top deck corridor was like a warzone, with civilians clutching broken limbs and crowding round her to ask questions. The medical team was close to being overrun, so Zey tasked the second droid to help out there. She’d told the civilians to remain calm and wait in the mess hall if they weren’t hurt about fifteen times when she found out on the radio they may not be in Kansas anymore.
Apparently the atmosphere outside was similar to Earth’s, but richer in oxygen. Instead of the regular 21%, Wodan’s damaged sensors were picking up something more like 23.6% - breathable, but not advisable for long periods. As if that wasn’t enough - there had been no response to their distress beacon and they could detect no signatures on the Jotunheim’s IFF at all. Zey immediately ordered the distribution of masks to everyone. With a catastrophic follow-up explosion averted (for now) and their new AI able to monitor systems remotely, she decided to call a quick crew meeting in the conference room.
They all crammed into the cramped space. All seats were taken, with others standing around the sides of the room. Zey stood by the end chair opposite the door and loomed over the table. Somehow, six hours had already passed since they landed, and Zey saw a lot of drained and scared faces looking at her. She took a deep breath, then began, making eye contact with different people throughout.
“Hi everyone, let me start by saying how glad I am that you’re alive. I won’t lie to you, we’re dinged up pretty bad. I can see some of you are injured, and I'm sad to say that Kiran gave his life trying to protect this ship. We have other people in critical condition. Sara and Richard are tending to them now - thank you Duncan we won’t keep you long.”
Zey paused, searching for the right words.
“I wanted to call this meeting because we’re all thinking the same thing. When are we going to be rescued? I wanted to assure you that we’re doing everything we can to make contact, but as you know, these things can take time. We got a basic scan of the area before we hit the dirt -”
Zey pinched the map data on her tablet and chucked it out onto the table - it expanded out to form a blue-grey 3D topographic map, with a small flashing model of the Jotunheim near the middle. It was relatively basic, with a large lake to the north, mountains to the south and rivers to the west and east.
“Wodan is crunching the data, but so far we can’t get our bearings. We’ve also found out that the atmosphere is oxygen-enriched, so you need masks on you in case of total depressurisation. I don’t need to remind you that an oxygen-enriched site makes everything a lot more flammable. The elevation we hit is currently ablaze; we need to stop that from internalising at all costs.
Zey paused again and read the room. There were a few dazed and confused faces, so she decided to make things really clear.
“For the avoidance of doubt, here are my orders. Engineering team, you will assist Wodan with compiling a comprehensive damage assessment and prioritised repair plan.”
Zey then looked at Eva and Fret, who had been patched up after they’d determined the bullet had just grazed him.
“Survey team, get set for an EVA as soon as the fires start to die down. I need you to assess the stability of our landing site and free Wodan’s repair bots from their housings in the hull - they’re stuck right now. Then try to put out any fires that are threatening the ship.”
Lastly, she picked out Duncan Feng from the crowd. "Dr Feng, patch everyone up then give me a summary of injuries."
Zey took a deep breath and looked around one more time. “Any questions?”
She found Mallory in the crowd and locked eyes with him.
“Or anything the Command crew would like to add?”
