Star Trek: Starbase 777

~~Space; the Final Frontier....~~ The stars zipped past as the Eventide moved through the Kassae sector at warp speed, on their way to Risa to meet the fleet they'd be assisting in escorting a handful of diplomats. There were quite a few ships going back and forth, as expected... but oddly enough, for about five minutes now, they were completely alone among the stars.

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At the moment,Vara'l happened to be stood at the Tactical console. The view from the viewscreen ignored as he focused in the console. He had elected to head up here once he had arrived onboard to stand post here for a time until the CTO, if they had elected to come along, arrived.

The young Command cadet, PADD clutched close to her chest as always, stood near the back of the bridge beside one of the turbolifts. Her wide eyes swam around the cockpit screen, watching the stars race by. There was a gnawing thought of ‘Where is everyone?’ in the back of her head, but for fear of jinxing herself and the ship, she didn’t say it out loud.

Ivi was seated at the medical console, double and triple-checking diagnostics and such out of pure habit. He'd gone through proper bridge training, but nothing quite shook that instinct. If all went well, his services wouldn't be needed. ...hm. "I haven't seen another ship in a while," rang out his TTTS. "I wonder if it's not a good day for traveling to Risa..?"

“Um…” So much for jinxing, “M-Maybe we’re just…ahead, or…something,” She offered, though with the way she spoke it didn’t sound like she had much confidence. She’d be pretty upset if for her first away mission, a diplomatic one even, that they were late.

At the helm, Sideon was almost too hyperfixed on his task to really take in how much he is happy to be here. When he found out he was assigned to the Eventide, he quite literally jumped in the air and fist pumped with glee, yet now he is here and on duty - he cant help but feel a little nervous regarding just how important his role is. He has flown starships before, but never for a full shift outside of training and sims. The experience stack needs to be built from somewhere! Hearing a familiar voice of Yali Uo, he did take a moment to turn and give a nod and smile of a greeting, before turning his focus right back to the console.

~~These are the voyages of the Starship Eventide...~~ Jena approached the the Eventide's bridge with coffee and PADD on hand as she read through the mission brief with the sight of the other officers working made her smile softly as she took her place in the security console. For the most part, this shouldn't too different from the usual kind of missions the Eventide would be sent out for, but at the same time, practically anything could happen in the final frontier. For now, the Security Chief chose to simply just enjoy the calm before the storm rocks the boat.

Five was hanging out at the comms station, ready to rumbleee. She still did not like starships, unfortunately, and she had a front row seat. "I'm sure we're just ahead."

The cadet nodded toward Sideon, a small smile on her face at the acknowledgement, before her eyes slid over to Five. She didn’t like ships, either. That’s why she’s near the turbolift, “Yeah…” She gave another small little nod to punctuate.

He was there, too - currently on standby as the second helmsman. Having his hands free for the time being, Syrax busied himself observing the map and re-reading the mission briefing, half-listening to the chatter on the bridge around him. "It's usually pretty busy, but weird days happen all the time," he offered upon hearing what sounded like the beginnings of concern amongst the group. Unusual indeed, but not completely unheard of.

Evoras was standing in silence at the science console looking outside the ship. All the standard checks had been run before and during take off and she never got tired of looking at space. She had not noticed the absence of ships until the others started talking about it, for all that she had spent many years on starships exclusively she was more used to less frequented routes. The others were right though, there should be more ships here. Out of habit more that true concern she checked the continuous measurements the systems on the starship made during flight for anything out of the ordinary.

Peaceful silence, as expected from the void, where no sound travels. Space in front of them stretched endlessly, then began to— shift, to warp—blue, brilliant, blinding blue, stretching around and in front of Eventide like a spider's web, encasing her, scattering stars and particles into meaningless shapes and points of light. The scanners went haywire all at once, alerting to a major distortion in the space ahead.

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“Um-!” Yali’s grip on her PADD tightened as the ship was wrapped up in…something, and she shrank in on herself a bit as something that seemed absolutely inescapable envelopes the ship. Of course, just her luck! Her first away mission and the ship’s getting eaten!!

"Tactical scanners are going haywire!" Vara'l declared as he tapped on the console and his gaze flicked up to the viewscreen. "Yellow Alert, raising shields!" The Romulan declared as his training kicked in, distortions as far as he happened to understand sciencey things that couldn't shot at, happened to sometimes have emissions you wanted to well...keep out. Getting shields raised seemed wise.

Although Jena didn't really bring it up, the fact that the Eventide quickly became the only ship in this area did certainly did ring some alarm bells as the others in the crew brought it up. Then came the sight of the distortion and its warping of the space ahead of them, surrounding the Eventide, which very much confirmed her fears of something wrong going on here. "Helm. Full stop. We don't want to get any closer to that if its the reason we're alone here..."

Eventide sputtered with the command, a brief whine of the yellow alert klaxson heard before coming to a stop. Shields flickered and died again. Slicing through the distortion ahead with a blade of light, a Prometheus-class ship barrelled straight for the Eventide with no sign of stopping. The comms station whistled with a hail from the ship ahead. You have seconds.

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The major distortion ahead of course being a navigational hazard, Sideon kicked right into gear to follow protocol. Bringing the ships speed down to improve manoeuvrability in hazardous, he awaited orders for what the plan was dealing with it. Seeing the ship emerge, he let out a rather unprofessional vocalisation of "Holy Shit".

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Yali stared out the cockpit and her eyes went wide like saucers. She fully prepared to shriek in fear, but the only thing that managed to escape her as the Prometheus-class made its collision course was a small, pitiful squeak.

"Crikey..." Jena said to herself as she saw the barreling Prometheus-class shit hurdling towards them. "Helm, can we get ourselves out of the way? Doesn't matter where, just steer clear" Jena asked Sideon. "Comms, open a channel."

"On it" He mutters to himself, glad he had already slowed down prior. He rolls the ship and banks left, attempting to avoid a collision in its entireity.

"Shields are down." Vara'l reported as he attempted to get them back. "Incoming vessel on collision course, seems we're also loosing power." The Romulan checked his console as he attempted to make some sense of why the shields had failed as quickly as they had. Then came the COMM call from Engineering, he tapped his Comm badge. "Bridge, engineering, we've encountered a major distortion, ship approaching on a collision course." The Romulan rattled off in response to the communication from engineering.

"Aye, sir, on screen now!" Five answered, watching escape shuttles zip out from the ship in front of them. She couldn't freeze. Not now.

The screen flickered to life to show a ship plunged in full red alert, the Helmsman visibly leant forward and spamming about every control in the book. From the Captain's chair, another officer spoke in a frantic voice, loud over the blaring of the klaxsons, "Eventide! We can't stop! You have to—" (edited)

light, blinding, warping, as the ships collided, reducing whatever was inside either ship to charred and smashed-up corpses.

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Something pulled taut. Like the snap of a rubber band, like being tied at the end of a string, space bent around itself, churning, breaking, rotting away— shifting from bits of metal flesh and bone to... stars, void... .... ~~Space; the Final Frontier....~~ The stars zipped past as the Eventide moved through the Kassae sector at warp speed, on their way to Risa to meet the fleet they'd be assisting in escorting a handful of diplomats. There were quite a few ships going back and forth, as expected... but oddly enough, for about five minutes now, they were completely alone among the stars. The team was afflicted with no injuries. No soreness of throat from screaming in their last moments. No memories of what happened. Only a faint sense of deja vu. (edited)

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The young Command cadet, PADD clutched close to her chest as always, stood near the back of the bridge beside one of the turbolifts. Her wide eyes swam around the cockpit screen, watching the stars race by. There was a gnawing thought of ‘Not the bridge again…’ in the back of her head, but she hadn’t been aboard a real bridge in a while…just the holodeck at the academy, right? Right…

Evoras was standing in silence at the science console looking outside the ship. All the standard checks had been run and she never got tired of looking at space, altho for some reason this particular view seemed like she had seen it before. Not in the generic way, that was fairly common considering she looked at space quite frequently, no she felt as though she had seen this exact view, wich was highly irrational. There were fewer ships than usual for such a busy route, perhaps that was why it felt familiar. Out of habit more that true concern she checked the continuous measurements the systems on the starship made during flight for anything out of the ordinary.

~~These are the voyages of the starship Eventide...~~ Jena was blank as she found herself behind the doors of the turbolift, again with coffee and PADD on hand. She had a vague feeling she had been here before... She could've sworn she just died.... Maybe it's just existential dread from being her age, or maybe it's something else... oh well. Jena approached the the Eventide's bridge with coffee and PADD on hand as she read through the mission brief with the sight of the other officers working made her smile softly as she took her place in the security console. For the most part, this shouldn't too different from the usual kind of missions the Eventide would be sent out for, but at the same time, practically anything could happen in the final frontier. For now, the Security Chief chose to simply just enjoy the calm before the storm rocks the boat.

At the moment, Vara'l happened to be stood at the Tactical console. The view from the viewscreen ignored as he focused in the console. He had elected to head up here once he had arrived onboard to stand post here for a time until the CTO, if they had elected to come along, arrived. All the while as he worked, Vara'l noted a odd sense. Noted it and attempted to ignore it lest it affect the efficiency with which he discharged his duties. He had after all, worked this console in a similar way before. The sense therefore was and remained...irrelevant data as long as it wasn't something that affected his implants.

He was there, too - currently on standby as the second helmsman. Having his hands free for the time being, Syrax busied himself observing the map and re-reading the mission briefing, half-listening to the chatter on the bridge around him. ...At least, he was supposed to, but the bridge was suddenly, awfully quiet. The Romulan raised his head - an unreadable expression on his face as Syrax assessed the group. Obliviousness, or a careful subterfuge of his emotions? With Syrax it was probably the former! Right?.. "Hey - everything okay, guys?"

Ivi was seated at the medical console, checking diagnostics. It was an instinct that had never quite been quelled. He knew he'd already double checked it, but something told him he'd done it more times than that. His anxiety was really running away with him, wasn't it? "I haven't seen another ship in a while," the TTTS answered, though his fingers hesitated on the keys. "I .. want to go check with everyone in sickbay, if that's..." He swallowed.

At the helm, Sideon was almost too hyperfixed on his task to really take in how much he is happy to be here. When he found out he was assigned to the Eventide, he quite literally jumped in the air and fist pumped with glee, yet now he is here and on duty - he cant help but feel a little nervous regarding just how important his role is. He has flown starships before, but never for a full shift outside of training and sims. The experience stack needs to be built from somewhere! He did note a very strange feeling, like the inputs he was computing were the same as before, some sort of deep pattern recognition flaring off...very strange. Either way, he focused on his job, but felt rather off the whole time.

“Oh, um…” The cadet drummed her fingers against her PADD when the Command lieutenant addressed everyone, “Doing fine…” A small shrug. Something felt very off, but she wasn’t about to voice any concerns when it really just came down to vibes.

"Experiencing irrelevant emotional or sense input but otherwise fine, myself." Vara'l responded simply as he continued to work. "I'm not otherwise feeling differently." He then added as he idly checked the passive tactical scans again once the time for the regular check arrived as mandated by protocol.

"Commander..." Jena spoke up to Vara'l as she placed her coffee down, still feeling a slight twinge of confusion but glad she was probably not alone in that feeling. "Have we been here before?" The security chief asked. In a literal sense, yeah this is the route taken to Risa, but the way she asked was as more on if they have literally already done this exact scene. (edited)

"I don't think so." Five dismissed the notion, even if she hadn't been addressed directly. "I've been watching navigation. Lieutenant Ezra is not going in circles. Are you, Lieutenant?" she teased lightly, hoping to ease his apparent tension at least a little. (edited)

"No, sir...though i must admit something feels familiar that i cant explain. Going straight as an arrow..." He double checked the previous nav markers to be uber sure, and they agreed just the same. (edited)

"I can attest that he is not!" he chuckled, tapping lightly on the opened map. "Smooth sailing."

"No I mean... like we all had this interaction before. You know?" Jena shrugged as she answered Five before she looked out into the distance of the final frontier as seen from the viewscreen. "Deja Vu... probably nothing... Can we open a hailing frequency to any other ships near us? Just a status check."

The cadet strayed a bit away from the turbolift when Jena and Sideon echoed her feelings, despite her not having said it just yet. She leaned gently over the railing of the upper bridge, looking a bit closer out the viewscreen. What’s going on…? “That’s good,” She mumbled in response to ‘straight as an arrow.’ Her footing felt particularly wobbly. Maybe it’s just because the last time she was on the holodeck bridge…never mind. She pressed two fingers against her crooked nose.

"I mean... It is space. There are only so many times you can pass stars and such before you start to think you're going in circles..." Five shrugged. Hailing frequency opened. No response. "No beans, Commander."

"I'll go check on sickbay. Just a moment." Iviaan rose from his spot, calling in someone else to take his place before vroooming his way to the turbolift.

Vara'l frowned a bit then before he observed. "Is that everybody on the bridge.. experiencing the same sense of Deja Vu or just some people?" The Romulan queried then as he glanced toward the Cadet and back to everybody else. Why could that feeling, that sense, not be dislodged?

"Deja vu is very normal, sir. I get it all the time." Five frowned. "Respectfully as I can possibly phrase this, are you all feeling alright?"

The cadet hummed from where she was stood, “I can um- I can ask the medical officer who left about it? They went to sickbay…” She just wanted to be helpful.

"Admittedly feeling a tad conscious of the fact that I'm non-too familiar with certain emotions." The ACTO responded to Five before he shrugged and proceeded to say. "Its probably nothing, if whatever it is continues to bother me I'll bring it up next time I'm at medical."

"I'm feeling peachy, personally?" Syrax frowned. "Should I not be feeling peachy?"

"Don't dig yourself into a pit over it," she chimed in, flashing a cheeky grin. (edited)

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"I'm fine too," Ssaedhe confirmed, having been here the Whole Time, I Swear. "I'm pretty sure- oh, good one," she said, grinning at Five.

"Just wanted to be sure. Never know what would happen." Jena shrugged as she tapped on her security console, preparing to activate shields to their maximum capacity in case of systems disruption. Experiencing deja vu on your own is one thing, but as a Betazoid, sensing a similar feeling from some of those around you can be quite telling. "Peachy is fine, I just have a sense greater caution would be best."

Vara'l glanced to Five and watched them for a moment before he observed. "I walked right into that one, didn't I." The Romulan hummed then before he looked to the Lieutenant Commander and frowned before he looked down to the console. "...Hrm." He'd then hrmed after a moment. (edited)

Ssaedhe didn't particularly feel like arguing with the COS, but also... extra caution because like three people felt less than optimal? Seemed a bit overkill, if you asked her.

Yali took a few steps down onto the main bridge and wandered toward Sideon. This was the only officer she knew, for the moment. She peeked over his shoulder at his console out of curiosity. Yep, not in circles. She had no idea what the others were on about. She must just be uncomfortable, that’s all.

The slight feeling of familiarity she had had began to abate as people continue to talk. Only partially paying attention to the idle chatter in case anything important came up she continued to scan the data she had brought up on the console, everything seemed to be within the expected thresholds. She looked back up and outside.

"So nothing about this is... actually, never mind. I feel like I'm making people uncomfortable. It probably might be nothing more than a Betazoid 'danger sense' or something.... I think I had too much caffine today." Jena sighed as she looked down at her now empty second... or was it the third now??????? cup of coffee and decided to dispose of it in the replicator before returning to her console

In spite of the unease bubbling forth on the bridge and beyond, space drifted past, uncaring and unperceiving. As they carried on, mother void wove her web into the space around them — getting more and more interlocked as they went further along, glowing a brighter shade of blue, as if they'd been swallowed whole without noticing.

Vara'l frowned a bit as he looked at the view screen. "What is that?" He inquired as he then glanced down at his console and checked the tactical scans.

Yali’s eyes slid away from Sideon’s console to the viewscreen as the bridge was filled with blue light. She tightened her grip on her PADD, “…wh…” She couldn’t get the word ‘what’ out.

She raised an eyebrow and quickly repeated all the steps she had gone through before looking up in an attempt to find indicators of what was causing this unusual glow. It was beautiful, but in case it was dangerous there was no time to waste on figuring out just what they were dealing with.

He turned his shoulder to the side to give Yali a better view, another set of eyes confirming he was correct was always welcome, especially when he himself felt so unsure for some reason. The blue shift to the void outside caught his attention. Swivelling back to face the console head on, he slowed the vessel down, as hazard protocol designed, to allow for better maneuvering.

Unbeknownst to the crew of the Eventide, they'd already been swallowed by the anomaly, so there was no loud blaring of the scanners insisting that something was wrong. There didn't seem to be any errors in technology, though— it was identified as lots and lots of tachyon particles, creating some sort of spacial disruption... (edited)

"Oh- someone's picked up our hailing frequency, sir," Five called out. "Should I let them through?"

"Yes, patch them in." Jena nodded

"There's an abnormal amount of tachyon particles outside, if we could slow down to get more accurate scans that would likely be prudent. Space on our route to Risa is not supposed to behave this way and I am uncertain how safe continuing on is at this time." There was not supposed to be any anomalies matching the outside conditions anywhere even remotely close to their route. As she waited for an answer she made a mental list of what scans might be beneficial.

"They let us through, Captain!" The lights of the ship blared with red alerts. On its bridge stood the Captain, the XO, and the Helmsman, the latter of which was frantically mashing buttons and controls. The XO seemed relieved to see the Eventide.

"Thank the gods," the captain sighed. "Keep working, Chief. We're keeping Commander Laaliya on the line, she's doing all she can down below. Eventide, this is the USS Enyalios, are you receiving us?" (edited)

"This one is trying," the helmsman replied through gritted teeth, visibly sweating with her effort.

"Seems like the best, would be safe as well while we figure out what's going on as well." Jena nodded in agreement to Evoras' suggestion before she turned towards the Enyalios crew. "Loud and clear. How may we help you?"

Yali stayed very close to where Sideon was seated, staring at the viewscreen with wide eyes. Blue light, ship at red alert, panicked crew…she shrank a bit in on herself, “…oh stars…”

Oh. ~~This is gonna ruin the tour.~~ Ivi hoverchair'd in, two medical officers in tow. "What's going on?" Unaware he was the fifth person to ask that question, unfortunately.

The Captain's tail flicked back and forth agitatedly. "We're suffering from a sort of critical failure right now, and we're headed right for you—"

"We can't stop, or move, or do fucking anything," The helmsman snarled, clearly more than stressed at the situation at hand. "This one is starting to lose feeling in our hands."

"—so," she continued, "You need to get as far from us as possible, as fast as possible.*

Big, wide orange eyes immediately bounced down to Sideon at the conn, her body becoming extremely tense at the terrifying news.

"Crikey..." Jena's eyes immediately widened upon hearing that last bit. " Helm, can we get ourselves out of the way? Doesn't matter where, just steer clear!"

Acting on instinct, learned from a memory that he didn't quite have anymore, he banked the ship to the left. Hard. "Hang on!" Pushing the safety limits of the internal inertial dampeners causing a sudden lunge to be felt by everyone as the momentum is transfered, he did everything he could to get the Eventide out of the way.

Eventide sputtered and attempted to wrestle against the tendrils of space time wrapped around her, but ultimately couldn't quite wiggle free. Something else had to be done about the surrounding energy, but what!?

The medical officer had been expecting some sort of scientific spatial phenomenon upon entering the bridge, but he hadn't expected this. "Maybe we should just uh-" he clicked his fingers and then pointed both thumbs back over his shoulders, talking to T'She, "-head back downstairs and prepare for incoming casualties..." See, he had full confidence that they'd get out of this situation... But not without some damage, as per usual Starfleet shenanigans.

"Putting us in red alert!" That was kind of her job, right? It was fine either way, someone had to do it.

As the klaxson blared, Ivi nodded furiously, all but rushing away from the bridge. "We should transport down ASAP. No time to wait on the lift!"

Beaten to the punch on that, Vara'l instead followed red alert protocol and raised shields. "Raising shields." He declared as he checked the tactical scans to see if they'd detected anything pertinent related to the other ships situation.

Shields up! Probably wouldn't do too much against a Prometheus-class going warp speed, but hey, it's better than nothing.

T'She didn't know what to do, but what Eicran was suggesting did sound like a good idea, it wasn't like they could do much outside of the sickbay if something bad happened. They needed to be ready for anything, and at least they knew what was going to happen... this time. "Understood commander, let us return to Sickbay and prepare for casualties." They responded as quickly as they could.

Medical team successfully beamed back down to sickbay!

Protocol must be followed. Vara'l proceeded to check Tactical diagnostics as he attempted to see how the shields were holding up, if anything had affected them and also if weapons systems happened to be operable and alright. Whatever this was, he rather preferred himself not exploded by a torpedo negatively affected by a distortion. It sort of felt like that was all he happened to be able to do, without their knowing what exactly had locked them in place. Not unless they wanted to try and blow themselves sideways though it seemed like they'd not reached that point of desperation yet. Rather seemed like they needed more information right now.

"We are experiencing an unusual space distortion that is holding us in place. The scans show a high concentration of tachyon particles and we are as of yet uncertain what exactly we are dealing with. Do or did your scans show something comparable or anything else out of the ordinary?" She was still looking at her console and had not looked up while speaking, but knowing whether the other ship was caught in similar conditions might make it easier to at least vaguely estimate how big the affected area was.

For a split second, Yali was frozen in place as the emergency began to get worse and worse, but something in her snapped to attention. It must’ve been her symbiont, or memories from previous hosts, spurring her desire to be alive. She had already been hurt aboard a bridge. She wasn’t about to die aboard one. She blinked rapidly and grabbed onto Sideon’s chair, pointing at the console, “W-We can’t turn, but can we dip?”

"Space distortion? Tachyon particles? We haven't detected anything like that. Our focus is on keeping ourselves alive at the moment—" and speaking of the devil, there was Enyalios, bursting through the field of blue— "Ah. There. Yes, I can see them now. Tachyon particles... What could cause so many?"

"We're comin' in hot, Captain—" she warned, leaning forward.

Yali stared out the viewscreen as the Enyalios began to barrel toward Eventide, and her breathing sped up, “Wh-What if it’s not like- What if it isn’t a tunnel! What if it’s a hallway, and we- We can move up, and we can move down, but we can’t turn?!” Her chest heaved up and down, up and down. She was not built for this.

"If only Pav had time to give a second opinion. He loves tachyon particles." Quite a freak of nature her CSO was.

"Captain—" No time for fond reminiscing!

"Right. We're doing all we can here. I'm afraid it's up to you, Eventide— everyone, BRACE!" she shouted, voice carried through the PA on her end.

Weapons systems and shields intact!

Yali squeaked in a panic and scrambled to brace. What if it’s a hallway…what if…her breathing hitched, “I’m training to be a diplomat, I’m training to be a diplomat-!” She kept repeating as she braced.

Vara'l, as he analysed the distances and noted the results from the diagnostics, proceeded to speak. "We've got weapons online." The Romulan started thoughtfully before he offered up a proposal. "If we transport a torpedo directly above us just outside the shields we can try and knock ourselves down out of the way with the blast potentially." Vara'l said before he added. "That might help push us down slightly."

Space itself began to distort and warp, threatening to collapse into itself once more and restart this cursed dance as the Enyalios came ever closer.

"If we time it with the tractor beam and aim the beam slightly up, we could push ourselves down harder and try to get out of the way." The Romulan then added after a moment as he watched the ship as it approached.

Okay, time to stop disassociating and jump back into action. At some point Syrax put his stuff away and Stood The Fuck Up To Full Height, before beelining to the helmsman console with the intention to take charge: "I need that reversed tractor beam here!" he shouted out - ordered - over his shoulder, meanwhile doing everything he could to angle Eventide down, somehow a smile stubbornly there, on his lips, despite it all. "Let's try to slow down the other ship, and dip under it!" He kind of done that before. Besides, if the man could drift a ship in space, he could get them out of this slippery situation as well, right? Well, try - it's the least he could do...

Yali’s eyes swam up to Syrax as he made his way to the console, and she tentatively emerged from her brace position before getting a move on herself at the order, “Y-Yes Lieutenant!” Oh, stars- Oh- Fuck, she’s sitting at the helm again. Ohhh she HATED this, but she thumped into the seat and worked at the tractor beam. SFA don’t fail her now, because this was shaping up to be one hell of a diplomatic mission!

In theory, it could have done the trick. The Eventide slammed downwards, the tractor beam firing out overhead and attempting to keep the Enyalios away— perhaps, if it was a little faster, a little sooner— This, too, ended in flames. ... Space stretched out infinitely before the crew of the Eventide on their way to Risa.

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He was there, too - currently on standby as the second helmsman. Having his hands free for the time being, Syrax busied himself observing the map and re-reading the mission briefing, half-listening to the chatter on the bridge around him. ...At least, he was supposed to, until the bridge was suddenly, uncharacteristically quiet. The Romulan raised his head - an unreadable expression on his face as Syrax assessed the group ~~once again.~~ Obliviousness, or a careful subterfuge of his emotions? With Syrax it was probably the former! Right?.. "Hey - everything okay, guys?"

Iviaan inclined his head to one side, surveying the surrounding bridge with a quiet sort of interest. "I haven't seen another ship in a while," he answered with a nervous frown. That was an explanation for why he felt so off, surely? There was a terrible wrongness lingering in his chest.

~~These are the voyages of the starship Eventide...~~ Jena approached the the Eventide's bridge with coffee and PADD on hand as she read through the mission brief with the sight of the other officers working made her smile softly as she took her place in the security console. For the most part, this shouldn't too different from the usual kind of missions the Eventide would be sent out for, but at the same time, practically anything could happen in the final frontier. For now, the Security Chief chose to simply just enjoy the calm before the storm rocks the boat. "Hm? Maybe we should send out a hailing frequency to any other ships near us? Just a status check." Jena suggested with a shrug, noticing the sense of discomfort from Iviaan and Syrax as she readied herself in the Security Console, but nothing much beyond that.

“Um…m-maybe we’re just…ahead, or…something,” She offered, though with the way she spoke it didn’t sound like she had much confidence. She’d be pretty upset if for her first away mission, a diplomatic one even, that they were late.

"Haven't we already...?" Five checked, and they hadn't sent out a hailing frequency. She could've sworn she had. Huh. "My bad, sir. I'll get on that right away."

Memories reverberate backwards into Sideons mind, he had been here before, he had done this before, and he was back...again...how many times? He immediately began sweating profusely and looked visibly perturbed. He grips the sides of the console to steady himself as he attempts to recall what happened last. Blue lights...ship coming...right at us...shit shit shit... Yet again he has found himself in a situation he is unsure of the protocol, occam's razor can only be applied to liberally to explain what he was remembering and feeling. Unsure if its the right course of action, but driven by the gut feeling and past recounts of a fiery ball of impact based death, he had to do something. He, without orders, rapidly changes the course of the ship, commanding it to bank and roll away from its current heading at the earliest possible time, perhaps the promptness will change their fate this time around. Once he does so, he stands up and announces to the crew behind him why exactly he did so. Speaking between heavy panicked breaths. "Temporal anomaly! I don't know how many times but we are locked in a causality loop that ends with impact. You must believe me!" He he grips the sides of his head trying to rack his brain for more details. "We hail a ship with that frequency on a collision course with us that we fail to escape!...and have failed who knows how many times..."

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Successfully moved out of the way..!

Yali blinked rapidly from where she was stood, her eyes swimming around Sideon and the viewscreen as the ship began to veer in one direction. Her footing already felt pretty wobbly, considering she wasn’t too comfortable with being aboard a bridge, but now…this? A rather worried expression came across her face. Sideon was the only officer up here she knew, and so she felt some kind of connection to him. “…wh-what..?” She looked quite worried, and if Sideon was right then that’s a good reason to be worried. If he isn’t, then she’s quite worried for her acquaintance’s mental state.

"That-" sounded kind of too fantastical to be true. "A temporal anomaly?" Ssaedhe was here for a diplomatic escort mission, man, she had absolutely nothing in her arsenal when it came to temporal anomalies. Her charming wit and winning smile, maybe, to keep spirits high, but that was about it.

Syrax's mouth briefly opened, witnessing his fellow helmsman's (very valid) outburst, but then he closed his mouth and said nothing - just furrowed his brows, dark eyes watching the bridge carefully. Gauging the reactions...

Instantly, the doctor's expression shifted. A temporal causality loop was a very real thing, but... "Lieutenant tr'Morvar, can you take the helm, please?" he requested, the TTS in a quieter voice this time as he stood. "Lieutenant Ezra, let's take a trip down to sickbay, alright? I just want to check and make sure you're okay."

"Tactical scanners are going haywire!" "Helm. Full stop. We don't want to get any closer to that..." "Holy shit—!" Whispers echoed through the air, their voices distinct, but ...

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Sideon rapidly shakes his head in disagreement with Lt. Ch'rhytross. "No...im not compromised, just..." *He takes a very deep calming breath. "Just imperative i am believed and trusted." He turns back around and plonks himself back at the console. "If anything comes up that has happened before, it would be better for me to be here to not only point it out but react accordingly...right? I know we had trouble with manoeuvring when it came to evasive action, perhaps its best we prepare for that?"

"Lieutenant, you're—" Iviaan was about to make that request an order, but stopped immediately upon hearing the voices in the air. He froze, checking the rest of the bridge for some sort of reaction, making sure he wasn't hearing things.

"I don't know about a temporal anomaly, but I do know about auditory hallucinations," Ssaedhe deadpanned at the sound of the very concerning voices.

The cadet opened her mouth to offer her opinion on the Command situation, but she isn’t given much of a chance before there’s voices that echo through the bridge, “Eep-!” She squeaked, flicking her eyes back and forth, “S-So we’re hallucinating?”

"No...that was what we said moments before impact...not sure which impact now....but that was us..." He gave his insight, but remained focused on the conn and the view ahead, looking feverishly for any blue tinting of the void.

"Uh, sure Doc, I'll--" he was half a second away from pushing himself off of the seat, only to freeze up as soon as the ghostly echoes reverberated all around them. He didn't move a muscle, but his eyes flickered around, catching evidence in other people's faces that Syrax wasn't the only one to hear it. Slowly the Romulan leaned back into his seat. "... So, about that thing we've just heard. Are we sure no one here's a ventriloquist? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I just heard Lieutenants tr'Hara and Sul speak without opening their mouths. "

Jena wanted to say something at first, however the combination of both the initial feelings of confusion and concern from literally the entire bridge crew when she entered, Sideon's sudden outburst and swerving the ship, and the subsequent voices which somehow seem to have included her own orders for helm to stop, very quickly daunted in her Betazoid mind. There was something that caused their concerns, and she couldn't sense or find any reason for Ezra to be lying or making any of this up. "Lieutenant..." Jena asked Sideon as calmly and as she turned and spoke to him. "What do you know, and what in the world is going on?"

"Um." Hm. Five went for her combadge. "I'm going to check that we're not hallucinating because of something going on with Eventide. Just to be safe..."

Vara'l stared off into the distance unmoving for a moment as he attempted and failed to grapple with what he had experienced and continued to experience as the current moments passed on. "...Elements alive." He softly exclaimed before he resumed work.

"Can we run a check on systems? Engineering says everything's fine, but they heard a yellow alert we never sent," she asked, frowning.

"Go ahead, make it so." Jena nodded, now concerned that this wasn't limited to just the bridge.

"System check both for the ship and us would be nice," he drummed his fingers against the side of his console. "There's something going on, for sure, but, uh-- we need to know for sure what."

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Keeping his eyes forward, he took another deep breath to collect his thoughts and comments coherently before speaking back to the commander. "I have memories of multiple temporal loops. All of them we die from impact with another ship that emerges from a space time distortion...we had a ship wide computer malfunction, then we were hailed by and we saw a...i think it was a Prometheus class, long dagger hull and 4 nacelles, hard to mistake really...it was unable to slow down, and we were unable to maneuverer out the way...no matter what i tried...impact was intense enough to be fatal shipwide...yet every single loop...on our death...looped back to a few mins before we encounterd the ship. As soon as this loop started i changed the course of the ship to see if that changes our fate." He spoke rather emotionally numb as he recalled what he knew, still looking over the black for abnormalities.

"...Lieutenant Ezra isnt alone in feeling as they do" Vara'l then admitted firmly to the room. "Something occured and we are reenacting it again."

Yali’s eyes widened even more as Sideon explained, and with Vara’l backing him up, she instinctively sank in on herself, wrapping her arms tighter around herself and her PADD, “…are we gonna die?” She asked very quietly.

Not just black — blue, threaded into the space before them like the Eventide was tangled up in her own puppet strings, tachyon particles running rampant through the space. Systems doing a-okay, by the way.

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Seeing the blue, he called out and pointed at the colour shift. "There! That is what indicated the anomaly!...and the arrival of the other ship..."

"Well, we supposedly died a few times, and we're still here, so there's gotta be something we can do, right?" Ssaedhe told Yali with hopefulness in her voice she didn't actually feel all that much. Still, being part of the theatre group had its uses, apparently!

"Commander, you have memories of the causality loop as well?" Five turned to Vara'l to check she heard that right. "Can you.. elaborate, maybe?"

Yali met Ssaedhe’s gaze with…well, a very worried expression despite the perceived hopefulness from the senior Command officer. She let out a weak little hum, and then everything went blue. She turned to Sideon, “When um- Wh-When? How many minutes?”

Evoras had been standing in silence at the science console looking outside the ship until people had started talking. It was highly unlikely they would encounter a temporal anomaly on route to Risa of all places. She hoped the Lieutenant would be alright, because if nothing else he certainly seemed to believe was he was saying was the truth. When the whispers echoed through the bridge she froze in place for ha moment, before pulling up the continously running scans of the ship. "I agree Lieutenant. We should ensure that there is nothing going on that might be causing hallucinations. In the meantime, just in case, Lieutenant Ezra, if you could inform us about any data about this time anomaly that you remember. Do you recall at all were we were... " She froze again as the blue glow started and the scans showed abnormal amounts of tachyon particles. "If you recall where we collided last time... We should avoid ending up in the same position."

"We are not going to die we are Starfleet officers." Vara'l stated firmly before he added. "We are going to solve this and avert the previous end result." A pause. "We attempted something previously to avoid the crashing ship,it wasnt quick enough..." When Sideon declared what they did Vara'l acted. "Raising shields, Yellow alert." Vara'l nodded. "Major distortion leading to full stop, a ship appeared then out of control and at warp speed" He paused and frowned. "We raised shields,inverted a tractor beam to try and knock them away and.." Vara'l winced. "We...weren't successful."

He looked at the navigation charts to confirm his positioning to Cdr. Lhai'Ivek. "Ive already moved us far off the path we were originally on, that's what my...admittedly reckless move did earlier. Its clearly not enough to have moved us outside of the anomaly, but we are certainly not repeating variables..."

"To be completely fair, Starfleet officers die like all the time..." he muttered under his breath. Especially those in red. "Okay, those who know - what did we do the loop before?"

His attempted move to not panic the Cadet foiled, Vara'l restated what he said as he answered."Inverted tractor beam pulse and stationary attempt to manoeuvre to turn the hit glancing,we didnt get far enough clear and they went straight into us." The Romulan restated.

The cadet wandered over to where Ssaedhe was stood, hoping that some of her confidence would rub off on her. She didn’t quite catch that her fellow officer was acting, “So should we, um…tractor beam again? Now that we- N-Now that we moved?”

"Out of safety protocol evasive manoeuvres..." He nodded with commander tr'Hara. "and yes inverted tractor beam...We could prime it ready for the ship to show up...it is usually here by now..."

Jena took in a deep breath and stepped off from her station to head towards Sideon to give him a professional comforting side hug, but as she was about to do so, the sight of the blue reared its visually pretty, but circumstantially ugly head "Then we should start making those precautions now while we still can. And more before it arrives in our path."

"We should I agree,we could also use the transporter and try to add to that with a torpedo detonation for extra force if we place it right." The Romulan mused as he considered the tactical scans. "Get it ready, Lieutenant." He then ordered.

Syrax bit his lip, looking at the blue lights: "What about the other ship? What do we know about her?"

"Someone should let the rest of the ship know what's going on so we can all be prepared," Iviaan chimed in.

Vara'l inhaled actually slightly shakily. "Prometheus class, they were experiencing full spectrum failures of all systems." He informed them. "And...agreed."

".. I meant the whole temporal causality loop thing," he clarified.

"On it," might as well have the Command officer do some Command things. Syrax pressed his commbadge to join in on the conversation.

Sideon, locked in as ever, commed down to Engineering to request what is needed for the tractor beam, but he certainly isn't as comfortable breaking the kind of news of a catastrophic ship threatening event...that kinda thing should probably come from a higher ranking officer who perhaps has a bit more experience in handeling it.

"The ship info was asked after alongside that.. gave the info and agreed with you." Vara'l responded apologetically as he then moved to tap his combadge and then stopped and just paused a moment, frowned and turned his focus to his console. Did so as forced his mind into a more centred state. Emotions caused one to be inefficient. If they survived he would ensure how he felt was.. addressed later.

"Someone's picked up our hailing frequency," Five announced, but he had an idea of exactly who.

“Should we answer..?” Yali turned toward Ssaedhe for a moment, before turning toward Sideon and Syrax at the helm.

'We hail a ship with that frequency on a collision course with us that we fail to escape!...and have failed who knows how many times...' Those were Sideon's words earlier when he first revealed all of this to the rest of the crew, and before he steered the Eventide away from its course. "In one hand, communicating with the other ship would be useful in gaining more information that could help both us and them, on the other, if opening a channel was part of the chain of events that led to their looped demise, then it would also be advisable if they we avoid repeating history..."

"We should, I think - maybe we could use this moment to let them know of what is happening... and if the worst comes, maybe someone onboard there will retain memories, too?" he mused, looking back at the team.

"It didnt contribute to much bar intelligence gathering." The ACTO proceeded to say when the ACOS commented as they did. "Though we didnt have time to gather much from the conversation,so it could well be useful...especially if we go around again and they"ve people who remember too." He added.

“We um- We can’t just…leave them,” Yali said very softly, before clearing her throat and raising her voice a bit, “We should tell them what’s going on.”

"I agree with commander tr'Hara...perhaps the solution would involve intervention from both vessels?" He wipes his brow with his sleeve, still rather sweaty and stressed.

"If we're able to steer ourselves fully out of their way, since we already know ahead of time, it would be worthwhile to open a channel. Otherwise, let's not." Jena nodded at Syrax's suggestion "I'm genuinely curious if I wrote something on the console, would it pop up if we loop again?"

He hummed at the Security officer's words, picking up his PADD and typing in a message for his... himself? From the past? Future? Loop-thing? Whatever?

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"Im not sure it would appear again,nothing else did from last time..but I'm a ACTO not a scientist." Vara'l commented before as a thought returned and booted him in the mental posterior he then hummed. "I'd like to pursue potentially giving us a little bit more of a shove compared to last time.." He then tapped his combadge and started to talk.

"Lieutenant Ezra, please let Lieutenant tr'Morvar take the helm. You've done a lot to make sure we get out of this alive, and you should rest for a moment." That much was definitely an order from the ACMO, but Ezra was still welcome to hang out on the bridge and chip in. (edited)

Coming to terms that he might very well be comprised in his ability to do his duty, he reluctantly stands from his console. His hands shaking a little more than he wished showed, the mental stress combined with the temporal dissonance culminating in a rather uncomfortable expereince. "Yes, Lieutenant. Understood." He nodded towards tr'Morvar and stood aside, keeping himself close while he is able to give as much insight as he can.

"Great work man," he sent the human his most encouraging smile. "Get a bit of rest, I've got it." With that, it was Syrax's turn to sit at the helm! Locked and loaded and ready for orders.

The ship had been successfully maneuvered, so time for hail, I guess.

"Eventide? Eventide, do you read us? I am Captain K'Niaar of the Enyalios, do you remember us?" The Captain was right up by the view screen this time, the red alert klaxson blaring behind her.

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Jena took to her PADD and made a edit to the mission brief with beeg bold letters and intimidating starfleet font: RED ALERT AND DIVERT COURSE IMMEDIATELY! TIME ANOMALY AHEAD! With that out of the way, Jena quickly plooped her PADD down and responded to the hail. "Loud and clear captain. We're aquainted."

“A-At least a little bit,” The cadet piped up from where she stood. They’d been filled in, but she didn’t remember this captain at all…which was quite worrying.

"This is incredible," the CSO murmured to himself nearby. "A temporal causality loop... I've never even witnessed one in person, much less heard about any new cases in years..."

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"Incredible?? We're all about to die, moron!" the holographic CEO barked in response. They seemed to be on call to the bridge so they could see what was going on while hard at work in the guts of the ship, trying to fix whatever was wrong. (edited)

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"Good to see ya, Eventide," the helmsman half -sarcastically mumbled. Nothing against Eventide, just the whole crashing and dying thing.

"Oh, good. I am glad to hear that. You know of the situation, then, which saves us time— we're trying to find a solution, but coming up short. Do you all have anything?" the captain asked, clearly trying her best to stay calm..

"Nothing concrete as of yet. Do you have precises enough reading on the tachyon density to tell whether it is high enough to cause this on their own? Our scans are still in process." If the tachyons alone were to blame at least they would not have to look for and find measures against something that could be potentially much more complex. "If the tachyons alone are to blame we should disperse them as soon as possible, because the continuous looping is likely aggravating that issue."

"Oh, you remember us too!" he smiled brightly, "That makes things a bit easier..."

Vara'l tapped his console and proceeded to send a message to the security console. He included the proposed torpedo blast to augment the force of their move idea in it as he had tapped send. Once he had done that, Vara'l pulled his own PADD and opened it. He then tapped out a short message to himself and proceeded to put it away.

"A causality loop is typically caused by the rupturing of a temporal distortion— our collision, in this instance. The distortion was likely agitated by the warp cores' destruction?" Pav-Ak ruffled his feathers, pacing back and forth. It was clearly difficult to disguise his inappropriately timed excitement. "I think that dispersing the tachyon particles would certainly help. Transferring information at the speed of light isn't helping us at this moment. If all else fails, we'll likely be stuck looping only once more, but — that carries more weight. One last shot."

"Normally this one would dip us out of the way before you even get a look at our hull, but our controls are totally kaput, so-o-o..." Xai leant back in her seat, frowning.

"One last shot ..." Five took a breath in, and out. "That sounds heavy." (edited)

Jena took in a deep breath, and a very quiet audible gulp at realizing they are probably running out of redo's at this point. She nodded in agreement with Five; heavy shit. "I guess at this point, the only thing we can do... is boldly go."

"What's the plan, 'tide? Is there anything we can do to help not explode?" Xai leant forward a little, eyeing those on the bridge.

"It sounds to me like the Enyalios is doomed no matter what," she said quietly, fidgeting with her hands. "If they're suffering a critical failure they can't fix, and can't move from the path, then.."

The message to the security console marked as sent on his console,Vara'l turned his focus to the com briefly. With the realization nobody had responded yet,Vara'l tasked his console to run a simulation to determine if a torpedo detonated at the same time as the tractor beam was inverted may give them enough momentum to evade the ship as it rapidly approached. "If we can avoid impact we can attempt to render aid.." Vara'l offered then. "Or if we stop it entirely...perhaps things will be..better?"

The ship was already out of Enyalios' path. The problem now was getting her to slow down.

The Romulan hummed at that, gladdened that they happened to now be out of the way. Though he still mentally filed the option away if another loop came around and it was needed. He then checked tactical scans of the other vessel, looked to see if anything jumped out at him.

"hm... is it possible to transport some of you in here? If we can, we could beam your CSO over Eventide side and see what he and Commander Lhai'lvek could do together with the data we currently have here?" Jena suggested with a shrug. Two heads are better than one. "I'm not sure if the tachyon interference would pose a problem for beamings though. We'll try to do a scan just in case."

The captain looked a little saddened that she'd have to abandon ship. "Very well, then."

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"We'll get whoever's left on the emergency shuttles to evacuate." A pause. "Good luck." With that, the CEO was gone.

Looks like a beam would work just fine — there definitely wasn't enough time to discuss data points, though, because the Enyalios had emerged from the anomaly and was On Her Way. Whatever they wanted to do had to be done NOW.

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The cadet pointed out the viewscreen as the Enyalios began to careen toward them, “Um-! It’s- We gotta do the…the tachyon thing!”

Yali’s hand hovered over her comm badge after stepping out of the chain of command and sending an order to engineering, but an emergency sometimes calls for a little bending of the rules, right? It didn’t wipe the panicked look from her face, though. One that read ‘Did I just do that?’ as she stared out the viewscreen.

The Enyalios came closer, though there was no risk of crashing this time— she safely sped past the Eventide, narrowly scraping against one side with no serious damage. They passed each other as Eventide went into warp, successfully dispersing the tachyon particles. It was like a sigh of relief was heard all around... especially when another ship went by, and another, and another, the escape shuttles from Enyalios lingering close to Eventide. ... There was still no word from the transporter room.

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Vara'l tapped his combadge as no word arrived. He was understandably, somewhat concerned about that.

The cadet watched as the escape shuttles met up with Eventide at warp, and with a small hum she turned to…well, whoever was listening, really, “Did we do it..?”

Vara'l initially just stared at his console before he sighed in relief and looked up at the Cadet. "It would appear we did?" The Romulan posited. "Good work Cadet."

Yali gave a very small smile to Vara’l at the compliment. Oh, wow…the cadet took in a slow breath and sat down at one of the free console seats, placing her PADD on her lap. Slowly but surely, there were some memories that started to mix around in her head from the previous few loops, and though the young Trill was sadly very used to her memories not actually lining up, she nevertheless felt a headache coming on. There’s a soft sob that escaped her as she sat there, scrunching her shoulders. Oh, wow…

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Somebody wiggled their way up to the bridge to say hi after being approved good to go! "Hellooo?" ....bad timing?

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"Oh, Cadet—" Five lingered awkwardly near the comms station, not really sure?? What to do??? "Hey, hey, you did it, okay? We're, um, it's.."

"Steadiest hands on Beta Aquilae II's campus" - he remembered that sentence being thrown around quiet a bit in the pilot training section, back when he was just a cadet. And somehow, even now, Syrax managed to stay true to that, despite the time loop, the paradox, and the horrific implications of having "one last shot". Somehow, that lack of uncertainty and clear stakes... only made him more confident. More steady. Gently he urged Eventide to slow down until she stopped, the escape pods flocking to her like tiny larvae to a mother-fish; the Romulan sighed, letting his hands slide off of the console to rest at it's corners, a phantom memory of something like heat briefly licking his skin; he shrugged it off in favor of others, to whom the helmsman turned. Spotting the poor cadet, Syrax leaned towards her, murmuring a quiet but hopefully reassuring: "Hey-- you're okay. We did it. Do you need a moment? If you do, you or we can go take a walk in the ship's corridors. Sometimes it helps me become a little bit more grounded."

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Yali gently wiped away some of her tears and nodded at Five, her head already absolutely pounding by the time Syrax leaned over, “Um…yeah, we did it, and…a-and I helped,” There is a very tiny smile that lingered on her face before it wavered, “I’m just…bad with…memory stuff,” She waved her hands around before swiping her face clean again, “I’ll be alright. Just…need to sit. But um- Thank you, Lieutenants,” She blinked her eyes clear, looking up to Syrax. She remembered helping him out, now, “Thanks.” (edited)

"Uh.." the helmsman lingered awkwardly, kind of... stuck on what to say. She coughed before reorienting herself. "It's over, Cadet. You did a great job. At least — from what this one saw. Just give yourself time and room to process and heal and. Feel your feelings.. Sorry, we're intruding??"

Yali glanced over toward the Enyalios helmsman and gave a little nod, “You’re fine, um-” She hummed, before seeking to change topics. She didn’t like how many people were paying attention to her, “How’s your crew..?”

As the seconds and then minutes passed she felt herself grip the edge of the science console tighter, her body bracing for something that she did not quite remember and that, at least this time around, never came. She knew it was supposed to be there, but the more she tried to think about what had happened the more the details seemed to escape her grasp. Still she knew instantly when they did not explode or travel back in time. Returning her hands to her sides, she released a breath deliberately so slowly that it could not be recognised for what it was, a sigh of relief, then she brought up the data of the readings on the console again to check the tachyon particles in their surrounding for what would hopefully be the last time. The levels were still slightly above average, but no longer any where close to levels that may have posed any risk. She took another slow breath. Looking over the data would be fascinating. "I do believe giving everyone that is no longer actively needed a small break would be prudent."

"This one is — Kyn ly Xai, by the way. It looks like we're stopped right now, so it's a good chance to give everyone a second to catch their breath." Xai smiled awkwardly. "We just wanted to see the bridge, really. And the people on it who saved our lives."

Vara'l's grey eyes briefly flicked up to the stranger and the cadet before they flicked down to the console. Stared at it for a time as his jaw worked a bit as his mind attempted to analyse the memories that scarred it. Grappled with that for a time before he just mentally pushed down emotion. Exhaled the breath he'd not realized he'd been holding and just continued to conduct his duties as the ACTO. "Jolan Tru..ah.." He paused a brief moment before he continued. "Welcome to the bridge." He managed after a moment.

Yali took in a big breath of her own and then nodded, her sobs having slowed to just little gasps as she calmed herself down, “Yali Uo,” She gave a tiny little nod to Xai, “I’m um- I’m a cadet, but I helped out,” A very small smile.

"We did and it helped, yeah," he nodded. "Not just that, you helped and it worked. Something to be proud of when the jitters pass, I think. But right now, you should just let it all-l-l-l out. Here - a tissue might help with that, yeah?" Syrax then looked up at the new arrival, and shot them a grin: "Hey, pleasure to meet a fellow helmsman! We have another one here somewhere, but, uh-- Syrax tr'Morvar. Glad you got out safe, guys."

She took the tissue from Syrax and said a soft, “Thank you,” as she properly wiped her face clean.

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"Vara'l tr'Hara, ACTO." The Romulan then proceeded to say. "Apologies, its ah, good to see you and the others safe as Lieutenant tr'Morvar said." He then added then as he occasionally checked the tactical console.