T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[doghead]

"We aren't going to acheive anything without power, let's get her moving and shooting," Ruzz'koff moves to try to get power to the drives and turret, "Someone check if there is anything in the hanger right now and we need someone on scanners if we can get them up. Those fighters aren't jump capable so they must have a mothership somewhere."

Ruzz'koff words seem to snap Saanath out of the daze that he has been in.

"Right, I'll check the hanger."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Vyrkris growls a little, and moves back into life support, looking to see if she can find a terminal there. If she can, she'll access it, and try to find out/do the following things:

1) Are there any areas of the ship that maintain a higher level of life support function then the areas the boarding party has accessed?
2) Get a status readout of the air supplies on board, and a contaminants report.
3) Find out if life support is functioning as it is due to damage, or if it was deliberately reduced for some other reason.

Taking a position at one of the other three terminals in the large engineering room, Vyrkris tries to pull up as much informaiton on the life support system as she can, with great success.

First, she discovers that few of the atmospheric monitors around the ship are still functioning. Most of those that are have severely degraded efficiency, and indicate badly clogged filters. The one exception to this is a perfectly funcitoning atmospheric monitor in Stateroom 11 on deck 2, which indicates that it is completely immersed in highly oxygenated water. According to the little current data available, no area of the ship is supported better than the engineering room, which has the highest oxygen levels, at 8.15% of standard atmosphere. Most of the ship reports in at about 5%, give or take. The other components of air, mainly nitrogen, are reduced by much smaller factors, and are still present at around 30% of standard atmosphere.

The life support system itself is completely offline; A maintenance diagnostic report was filed shortly after the system went offline, but it (along with several other similar reports filed over the past two days) is secure, and will require more time to get at. Still, the physical damage was clear upon even a quick glance at the system itself. If it was shut down, that was in addition to having a bad case of "sheet metal piercing delicate circuitry."

She's still working on a manifest of oxygen supplies on board.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarle tests the dust sample with her medical supplies.

Ktarle doesn't have all the equipment necessary to do a full analysis of the dusts, but her field diagnostic kit and small microscope will tell her some basic information. The dust is crystaline, and each particle has uniform structure: Twelve sides, balanced proportions, formed around a large (microscopically speaking) particle of some sort. On a guess, she thinks the particle organic - but it could be anything from a deadly biogenic agent to harmless mold or algae to a dead human skin cell. She needs a better microscope to learn more from observation - a standard sick bay's equipment would suffice. She could, of course learn more now through experimentation - combining the dust with heat, cold, water, electricity, material of known ph levels, etc.

 

[doghead]

Saanath catches Ktarle's eye. He places the pistol in a convenient place for her to retrieve if she needs it. He touches the grip of his own, to indicate why he wants her to keep it.

A quick glance around shows him that everyone is busy. He pulls his pistol and heads for the exit that leads to the holds that lead to the hanger. It feels good to be moving again. He moves as quickly as possible while still maintaining a reasonable degree of caution.

 

[Orvallon]

Taking a position at one of the other three terminals in the large engineering room, Vyrkris tries to pull up as much informaiton on the life support system as she can, with great success.

First, she discovers that few of the atmospheric monitors around the ship are still functioning. Most of those that are have severely degraded efficiency, and indicate badly clogged filters. The one exception to this is a perfectly funcitoning atmospheric monitor in Stateroom 11 on deck 2, which indicates that it is completely immersed in highly oxygenated water. According to the little current data available, no area of the ship is supported better than the engineering room, which has the highest oxygen levels, at 8.15% of standard atmosphere. Most of the ship reports in at about 5%, give or take. The other components of air, mainly nitrogen, are reduced by much smaller factors, and are still present at around 30% of standard atmosphere.

The life support system itself is completely offline; A maintenance diagnostic report was filed shortly after the system went offline, but it (along with several other similar reports filed over the past two days) is secure, and will require more time to get at. Still, the physical damage was clear upon even a quick glance at the system itself. If it was shut down, that was in addition to having a bad case of "sheet metal piercing delicate circuitry."

She's still working on a manifest of oxygen supplies on board.

Vyrkris' ears go up, when she sees the information on the waterfilled stateroom. "Why would you want to fill a whole room with water on a starship? Could they have an acquatic passenger like a dolphin aboard? Although a dolphin would have to be wearing an artificial gill if the whole room is full of water." This is said mostly to herself, but loudly enough that it could be heard by anybody in engineering, if they can hear through the vacc suits and the breathing mask the young Vargr female is wearing.

She leaves off working on the oxygen manifest, for the moment, and focuses hard on getting those maintenance reports up.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"We aren't going to acheive anything without power, let's get her moving and shooting," Ruzz'koff moves to try to get power to the drives and turret, "Someone check if there is anything in the hanger right now and we need someone on scanners if we can get them up. Those fighters aren't jump capable so they must have a mothership somewhere."

Moving up to the terminal nearest the manuever drives, on the far aft end of the room, Ruzz'koff looks for anything further out of the ordinary. Like elsewhere in the room, dust surrounds him, but the drives themselves look fine. He accesses the terminal, and runs a diagnostic on the drives. Lights blink on, fans whir, then die about two seconds later. Repeating the test doesn't even produce that short burst of activity. In Ruzz'koff's experience, symptoms like that point to a power problem. The generator seemed functional on entering the engineering, and indeed, when the diagnostic tests are complete, the maneuver drives show that the bridge unit (which links the individual manuever drives together and coordinates their operation) was receiving full power. Something in the unit has failed or it blocking power from getting to the drives. That means climbing up onto the drives for a closer look.

 

[Watus]

"Ruzz'koff: let's get you to the command deck. If we manage to get this hunk of junk under way, we'll need someone at the helm. Looks like there's access to a turret up there as well, and I can play gunner in a pinch."

Quinn double checks his laser pistol and wishes to hell (and not for the first time) that there was some way to smoke a cigar while wearing a vacc suit.

"Anyone not busy, come with us. Otherwise, we'll report back when we get there."

"Remember, priorities are 1) the hanger 2) maneuvering engines 3) weapons systems. Life support and everything else can wait."

 

[doghead]

Saanath pauses to listen to what Quinn wants done.

Well thats clear as mud. Saanath shrugs. Deciding that he counts as 'busy', he continues on to the hanger. He shifts up a gear to hustle.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath races back out of engineering and down into the cargo areas. Tomas's directions were accurate, and he arrives at Hold 2, groaning as he see the security pad by the door. As he approaches, though, the door opens automatically, revealing a medium sized cargo hold filled mainly with low berths. The odd thing is that six of these berths are much larger than standard - his quick assessment: horse sized? All the berths are covered with dust, as is a female luriani body lying on the floor next to some medical equipment and an oxygen tank and mask. The other exit from the hold is on the fore wall, opposite from where Saanath entered.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Vyrkris' ears go up...

ooc: Vyrkris might know something about this that you might not because it involves deviations from the standard Traveller universe. I'll put some notes in the OOC thread for you

She leaves off working on the oxygen manifest, for the moment, and focuses hard on getting those maintenance reports up.

Vyrkris tries some standard procedures for breaking passwords, but is currently stymied. She can break it evntually, but it's going to take significant time.