Post by Bishop Morse on May 2, 2012 19:13:26 GMT -5
Richard Parkhill: Alliance Military
BRRRRRRR BRRRRRRR BRRRRRRR
Alarms, Alarms, Alarms. They were resounding. At first several various ones went off, because the system wasn’t sure what to classify the alert as. A fire, a hull breach, an electrical malfunction, pressure loss, oxygen drain. It took the on board computer a moment to realize that it was a critical systems alert, and therefore it began to resound as such. The lights on board the vessel flickered a moment, but maintained. The warning lights however were red, meaning the vessel was in a very serious situation.
When the violent tremor moved through the ship, the entire bridge crew was taken by surprise. Some men fell to the floor, while others who were fortunate to be seated at the time were able to brace themselves.
Parkhill shot forward in his chair, looking up at the warning lights. Many of the consoles that the bridge crew were using were showing red signs as well. This wasn’t good, whatever it was, it was not good.
”WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Parkhill yelled over the alarms. The blaring noise from them didn’t stop, nor show any sign that they were soon to be stopping. His eyes were wide, and he had shots of adrenaline running through him. He needed to know what was happening quickly.
”Uh, We have an explosion sir! Close proximity exterior explosion!” One of the bridge crew yelled, who was sitting at the forward console. He was hull and critical systems monitor.
”Well are we under attack!?” Parkhill asked loudly so he could be heard. He stood up and moved quickly behind the mans console.
The bridge crewmen navigated quickly through the data on his console. He clearly was trained to deal with some damage, but nothing this sudden or severe. ”No sir, this appears to be an ordinance malfunction on one of the ASREV’s docked at the rear.” The crewman answered. He was still trying to assess the situation, but there was a lot to be processed.
”I need a damage assessment! Someone get a damage assessment!” Parkhill yelled, stepping away from behind the crewmen, back towards his seat, but he wasn’t going to sit down at a time like this.
”Main Cannon swivel is damaged, and barrel one has a crack.” One of the other crewmen called up. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he had assessed the damage he was in charge of.
”I don’t a give a shit about weapons! I need a Critical Systems update! What the hell is happening to my ship!” Parkhill yelled at the men in front of him. He was losing his patience. For being the finest sailors in the world, they didn’t seem to be quite understanding the gravity of the situation.
”Got it sir! Hull breaches on rear decks 52-67. Generator 1, 3, and 4 are down. Working on power-safe reserve. Fuel Cells 1-A, 2-A, and 2-B are leaking heavily. Fire on aft deck 49-51, and is spreading. Oxygen levels decreasing, 2% percent loss, and dropping. Starboard Com Tower severely damaged. Overload on Engine 1…. Damage still not fully assessed!” The first bridge worker announced, after finding the data.
Parkhill looked up out to the front of the vessel, and could already see smoke and debris passing by the bridge windows. This was a heavy situation, and one he needed to deal with quickly. ”What’s the severity level of damage lockdown? What is the computer suggesting?” Parkhill asked. For some reason though when he asked this it was calmer. The simple fact was the on board computer would have processed the damages better then he ever could, and would give the best course of action. Were this a combat situation, that wouldn’t be the case, but serious malfunctions like this were why the onboard computer was made.
"…. General evacuation sir.” The crewmen said, with a serious hint of refrain in his voice. It was like he dreaded having to say the words. ”The auxiliary systems are damaged, and the damage control systems can’t stabilize the situation, because half the engineering crew appears to be…” The crewmen stopped. These words he clearly didn’t want to say. He didn’t want to half to be the one to announce this to the universe.
Parkhill had no time for this though. He waited only seconds before demanding a reply. ”Appear to be what!?” He yelled.
”Dead sir.” The crewmen said after mustering up the courage to spit it out.
Parkhill looked out at the blackness of the space before him, which was getting somewhat clouded by the amount of smoke which was bellowing from the rear of the ship. His course of action was already decided, but he couldn’t believe that this is what he had to choose. He walked over to his chair and clicked the intercom. The vessels speakers opened up, and his voice was heard throughout the vessel.
”ALL HANDS, MOVE TO STATIONS TO ABANDON SHIP. REPEAT, THIS IS COLONEL PARKHILL, ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP”
BRRRRRRR BRRRRRRR BRRRRRRR
Alarms, Alarms, Alarms. They were resounding. At first several various ones went off, because the system wasn’t sure what to classify the alert as. A fire, a hull breach, an electrical malfunction, pressure loss, oxygen drain. It took the on board computer a moment to realize that it was a critical systems alert, and therefore it began to resound as such. The lights on board the vessel flickered a moment, but maintained. The warning lights however were red, meaning the vessel was in a very serious situation.
When the violent tremor moved through the ship, the entire bridge crew was taken by surprise. Some men fell to the floor, while others who were fortunate to be seated at the time were able to brace themselves.
Parkhill shot forward in his chair, looking up at the warning lights. Many of the consoles that the bridge crew were using were showing red signs as well. This wasn’t good, whatever it was, it was not good.
”WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Parkhill yelled over the alarms. The blaring noise from them didn’t stop, nor show any sign that they were soon to be stopping. His eyes were wide, and he had shots of adrenaline running through him. He needed to know what was happening quickly.
”Uh, We have an explosion sir! Close proximity exterior explosion!” One of the bridge crew yelled, who was sitting at the forward console. He was hull and critical systems monitor.
”Well are we under attack!?” Parkhill asked loudly so he could be heard. He stood up and moved quickly behind the mans console.
The bridge crewmen navigated quickly through the data on his console. He clearly was trained to deal with some damage, but nothing this sudden or severe. ”No sir, this appears to be an ordinance malfunction on one of the ASREV’s docked at the rear.” The crewman answered. He was still trying to assess the situation, but there was a lot to be processed.
”I need a damage assessment! Someone get a damage assessment!” Parkhill yelled, stepping away from behind the crewmen, back towards his seat, but he wasn’t going to sit down at a time like this.
”Main Cannon swivel is damaged, and barrel one has a crack.” One of the other crewmen called up. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he had assessed the damage he was in charge of.
”I don’t a give a shit about weapons! I need a Critical Systems update! What the hell is happening to my ship!” Parkhill yelled at the men in front of him. He was losing his patience. For being the finest sailors in the world, they didn’t seem to be quite understanding the gravity of the situation.
”Got it sir! Hull breaches on rear decks 52-67. Generator 1, 3, and 4 are down. Working on power-safe reserve. Fuel Cells 1-A, 2-A, and 2-B are leaking heavily. Fire on aft deck 49-51, and is spreading. Oxygen levels decreasing, 2% percent loss, and dropping. Starboard Com Tower severely damaged. Overload on Engine 1…. Damage still not fully assessed!” The first bridge worker announced, after finding the data.
Parkhill looked up out to the front of the vessel, and could already see smoke and debris passing by the bridge windows. This was a heavy situation, and one he needed to deal with quickly. ”What’s the severity level of damage lockdown? What is the computer suggesting?” Parkhill asked. For some reason though when he asked this it was calmer. The simple fact was the on board computer would have processed the damages better then he ever could, and would give the best course of action. Were this a combat situation, that wouldn’t be the case, but serious malfunctions like this were why the onboard computer was made.
"…. General evacuation sir.” The crewmen said, with a serious hint of refrain in his voice. It was like he dreaded having to say the words. ”The auxiliary systems are damaged, and the damage control systems can’t stabilize the situation, because half the engineering crew appears to be…” The crewmen stopped. These words he clearly didn’t want to say. He didn’t want to half to be the one to announce this to the universe.
Parkhill had no time for this though. He waited only seconds before demanding a reply. ”Appear to be what!?” He yelled.
”Dead sir.” The crewmen said after mustering up the courage to spit it out.
Parkhill looked out at the blackness of the space before him, which was getting somewhat clouded by the amount of smoke which was bellowing from the rear of the ship. His course of action was already decided, but he couldn’t believe that this is what he had to choose. He walked over to his chair and clicked the intercom. The vessels speakers opened up, and his voice was heard throughout the vessel.
”ALL HANDS, MOVE TO STATIONS TO ABANDON SHIP. REPEAT, THIS IS COLONEL PARKHILL, ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP”