Star Trek: Starbase 777 - etd-shuttlebay

With all of the rush, Suun had opted to step in with the shuttlebay, making sure things got to where they needed to at the right time while the others on the bridge handled the chaos from there. She was half-cloaked by storage containers as she walked, making list after list on a PADD and awaiting orders or any questions that would come to her.

Aoife had decided to tag along on this away mission seeing that it was all hands on deck she was there to help out. She let Suun coordinate logistics for supplies while she started organising people.

Dakkil had no idea where it was supposed to be. Listen, realistically, it had said it wanted a bit more action, but a station falling into a literal fucking sun wasn't exactly what it had meant by that. Because people might get hurt. And that was bad. What it had been looking for was something more... low stakes. Whatever. It followed Suun into the shuttlebay, hopeful that maybe it would be given something to do in there. Deep breaths, Dakkil. You're trained for this. You'll get those people out safe. It steeled itself, inhaled, and let a breath out, suddenly feeling a lot calmer.

Being the resident shuttle mechanic, Autumn was running through each shuttle in turn - making sure they were ready to withstand the heat of a star. Shields, armour plating, hypercooled impulse engines - each shuttle was getting the full works from the engineering crew on duty, weirdly enough, led by Autumn (who really hadn't been in charge of this many things before). When they had time, they would get overwhelmed. For now it was prepare prepare prepare.

Marze had readily volunteered herself for the mission as soon as word got to her pointy ears. Someone needed rescue? Count her in, she hadn’t made that her specialty for nothing. She stuck to the area with the shuttles waiting for orders and updates. Chances were they would have to leave and intercept, she wanted to be ready if that happened. Some faces were recognizable. Lt. Cdr. Zalan was, surprisingly, a welcome one. Some others… doubtful.

Well.. all hands on deck! C’Tessa was here! She mainly stuck by Aoife, considering she was really the only person C’Tessa sort of recognized, being a fellow Intelligence Officer. She didn’t have much to do at the moment, so she just tried to keep out of the way.

Seiyya was, undoubtedly, more useful for a rescue mission. But she also didn’t have much to do at the moment, so she also stuck to keeping out of the way.

Sal was with a team of ensigns she didn't recognize, clutching a PADD in her arm, using the other to count people as they filed into the room. She continued tapping and counting in her mind as her head swiveled to talk to her coworkers. She stood on an elevated area in the bay, eyes on everything, all at once. They would start loading rations soon. She'd calculated based on the station's total population how much would be necessary for a few hours. Quite a lot. There might be a shuttle or two entirely dedicated to edible cargo. A whole station, plummeting towards oblivion... panicked residents, children, elderly, workers, pets. If the best case scenario didn't occur, which it wouldn't, their cargo on return would be mainly people. She explained all this to a young cross-armed Bolian who wasn't really listening. (edited)

She looked around her, seeing friendly and new faces alike. This wouldn’t be a breeze, but it had to be dealt with, and she trusted the crew. “Lieutenant, Ensign.” She nodded towards Dakkil, and then towards Salris, “I’m going to need you both with me for a moment, there’s some coordinating to do.”

Her rant switched to a response mid-sentence, no blips. "Hegg, I'm at 51. Count for me." The Bolian's eyes widened and he wordlessly scrambled to take over his team leader's job. She moved adroitly down the steps to a spot beside the Lieutenant, two hands on her PADD, with a sharp nod as her salute.

16:14

She would have to conceal her nerve. She didn't expect an emergency mission so early, although perhaps she should have— it is Starfleet. Maybe what disoriented her more was attention from a higher ranking officer.

With a brow raised at Salris’s diligence when it came to that count, they waved her over, holding the PADD in one hand as they went over their list again. “You’ve made progress on emergency supplies. I appreciate that.” She stated, “We’re going to be checking over the shuttles, in case evacuation or any kind of emergency transportation is needed if transporters are down.”

"Food and water is light cargo and can be lost in transporters but replicated if that happens. We'd separate delivery and evacuation shuttles so it's clear which to prioritize and which to hypothetically sacrifice. I recommend automating anything not intended to carry people. What do you need me for?" She spoke quickly and very efficiently. Her thumb and forefinger zoomed out on a map of the Type 8 Shuttle open on her PADD. (edited)

“I need you to double-check that all of the systems boot correctly on the shuttles. There aren’t that many, it shouldn’t take too long.” She said, before turning to Dakkil, “Can you go over the integrity of the exterior hulls for them? If you can, try and take note of the strength of the shields.”

She nodded and began making her way through the developing crowd, over to the exterior control panel of a Type 7. Systems would warm up in about five minutes. "Will each craft be sent out one by one or would they wait for them all to be ready? It's time sensitive." "One by one makes more sense," she seemed to say to only herself. "It's very time sensitive."

Dakkil gave a nod before running off to find a tricorder to complete its task. It didn't want to let Suun down, especially not on its first chance to prove itself useful in its line of work. It found a tricorder and began scanning the exterior hulls of the shuttles, poking its head in to mess with the consoles to note the shield strength of each.

She gave them both an acknowledging nod before stepping off to continue making sure everything was in place. Emergency rescues weren’t as common as most would assume, but this was one that she hadn’t expected. She hoped it went well, at the very least. Any lives lost would be a tragedy, starfleet or not.

The stellar winds just outside of the shuttlebay slammed against the shields across airlock, strange ribbons of glittering gold flowing like waves behind the portholes. It would be one hell of a flight. (edited)

"Who's got flight time on shuttles here?" Aoife asked addressing the room. "Show of hands would be ideal." (edited)

Autumn took a quick second to gaze in awe at the effect - it's not every day someone got this close to a sun. Well, maybe the crew of the station- and the Heliosphere... Well for someone like Autumn it wasn't a normal occurrence!

Sal's hands fumbled not to drop her PADD. Her first time on the Eventide and she was not used to a building that moved when things hit it.

17:00

She clumsily raised the hand that held the PADD over the wing of the shuttle, which otherwise covered her. "T-minus 3 minutes 30 seconds." (edited)

“Alright, good work. I’ll tell the bridge that they’re prepped.” She nodded, “Will there be a pilot for each?”

She repeated, stepping out from behind the wing, "I say put two Type 8's on autopilot." (edited)

17:11

"Load those with essentials. Don't weigh down the others."

At the request for pilots to report to the shuttlebay, Liram took a turbolift down to where the action was. Or, well, he supposed everywhere on the ship had some amount of action. Whatever. He arrived in the shuttle bay, hands behind his back. "You called for pilots?" he looked around, spotting Commander Zalan in the room.

Magdalena entered the shuttlebay briskly but calmly. "Which one of these is ready?"

“We’ll have to check with the bridge and flight control, but that may be smart.” She replied. She nodded to Liram and t’Llheolla, pointing him towards the other pilots and staff preparing the shuttles.

The first stellar wind jolted Autumn's memory, and they quickly rushed over to a nearby crate (specifically packed for this mission). Pulling out a pair of standard issue sunglasses, Autumn put them on - stylish, but also very functional. They motioned to grab people's attention, raising their voice in turn. "Hey, general PSA- if you're staying in the shuttlebay, or heading out, once the doors are open they won't provide any shade for the literal star sitting just outside the hull - I highly advise grabbing a pair of sunglasses so you don't cook your eyeballs." (edited)

"It's been a sec since I've flown a shuttle but I've still got my qualification I'll take one of them." Aoife said as she went to an unclaimed shuttle and began pre flight.

"Noted, lieutenant," Liram took a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and headed towards one of the shuttles, mentally steeling himself. It had been a while, but duty called. He had the required qualifications, so he would be behind the wheel today, it seemed.

Sal stood silently hands behind her back by Winters, unsure of where to go. "Would I leave on one of the shuttles? Do I have to? What would I do?"

Quickly checking over a shuttle for preflight safety, she marked in her mind where things might go wrong. She glanced over at Liram and grinned. "Good to be back?" She did not wait for an answer as there was no time. She tapped her combadge as she entered the shuttle. "Lieutenant Commander t'Llheolla ready for departure."

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As soon as the shuttles were cleared for flight, it was out into the #orbit-of-archid

Even with the sunglasses, Autumn instinctively raised their hand to cover their eyes as the shuttle bay doors opened. The light of the Archid Star immediately overpowered all the other lights in the shuttlebay; if nothing else, the whole situation now looked a lot more cinematic.

Letting out a deep exhale through her teeth, she watched the shuttles depart into the watercolour sky, taking just a second to get her bearings. Why was something so dangerous so gorgeous? Maybe the balance was intentional, that the fear and the awe could go hand in hand. Maybe she needed to stop thinking about it and go to the bridge already, to man the operations from up there.

Amber’s shuttle comes slightly skidding into the shuttlebay!

Standing ready with a hose, Autumn activated it and cool water began splashing all over the sides of the shuttle- a satisfying hiss emanating from it's hull.

-# Sssss…

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When the shuttle finally ground to a stop, Amber ran a hand up her forehead and into her hair, finally relaxing with a moment to herself and a long exhale. Couldn't just stare at the bulkheads for too long, though! Spinning out of her seat, she'd click the doors open and raised an arm invitingly towards it. "Right,tips accepted in latinum- later. Fer now, best the lot o' ya fuck on off."

Twelve, who'd worked on treating wounded and on triage, looked to ensign Marze then. Did so as she asked. "Are they able to walk?" Inquired that about the android then. She continued to work on the patients then as she stated. "We've go a patient here who cannot walk." Twelve stated then before she tapped her combadge and stated something. "Ensign." She then looked to Kairos. "Can you assist us in getting those patients who can walk out, once its confirmed to be safe to do so?" The El-Aurian requested then once she'd finished her com message.

"I... am not sure if they can walk... I'll ask...!" Marze added with a firm nod before turning to their patient. "Can you walk? If not it's ok...! We can get you to where we can help you regardless...!" his voice was wavering slightly as he realised the task in front of him.

Their tone noted, Twelve moved over to the Ensign and smiled at them. Did so as she looked to Samantha and prior to the departure of the lady in the glow of a transporter beam. "You're about to be transported to medical, Samantha." She stated then with a smile. "You'll be in safe hands." Twelve then fixed the ensign with those warm chocolate brown hues. Did so as she stated. "You're doing okay, Ensign." Offered that reassurance as she'd then looked to the android. "My colleague here is correct, is entirely fine if you cant, we can get you there with the transporter if needed." Twelve then looked to the other civilians then and moved about as she assessed each patient once more. Those that could self-evacuate from the shuttle were informed. "If you can head to the door there." As she'd pointed to the door. "I'll take you directly to medical." Conscious of the fact that the ships energy resources likely were devoted primarily to not being toasted. As Twelve assessed the patients, Twelve attempted to answer the query if any other patients needed transport straight to medical.