Star Trek: Starbase 777 - etd-shuttlebay

Maxson had grown quite accustomed to these sorts of missions in his time as an officer. At the moment, though, as they travelled at warp, the ACOS was more or less occupying himself by going over a supply list on his PADD. Just to make sure.

Predictably, for a pilot Shane was found in the Eventide's shuttle bay working on whatever shuttles or fighter craft looked like they needed a little bit of care and maintenance. He could be found half sprawled on the deck of the bay under a peregrine fighters impulse engine fine tuning the fusion assembly. (edited)

Kya too was here, working on a phaser rifle in the corner. She had it set up on a table as she did some light maintenance on the weapon. They were expecting diplomats so they needed to be protected. She hummed a Bajoran hymn as she did her work.

Seiyya was here too! She was busy putting the longer part of her hair back in the bun it had escaped from. The tall Romulan woman looked at ease- away missions, with all their unknowns, were her natural habitat. She knew that whatever came her way, she could handle- and if it couldn’t be handed alone, she had all of Security to fall back on- she highly respected everyone on her department, of course, her Senior Staff above all else- she knew from her time here they were good, dependable people- trustworthy, even for a woman whose trust was very hard to win.

Through the windows of the Eventide, the distortion could be viewed, a web of shape and color encasing the ship and threatening to swallow her whole.

Maxson took a glance out one of the windows when colors began to bleed through, and for a moment he turned his attention back to the PADD before doing a double take, “…what in the world…” He tapped his comm badge. (edited)

She looked to the window, clicked the last piece of the rifle into place and stood from her table to stand near Maxson. “Why can we never have a normal field trip?” She joked.

The lieutenant commander grimaced at the comm message and turned back to the group, setting his PADD down and beginning to move at a quick pace, “Buckle up,” He said with a raised voice, moving toward one of the emergency seats in the bay. (edited)

“Well, things are never normal in Starfleet, are they.” She joked, buckling herself in.

Maxson had grown quite accustomed to these sorts of missions in his time as an officer. At the moment, though, as they travelled at warp, the ACOS was more or less occupying himself by going over a supply list on his PADD. Just to make sure…though, he felt as though he’d already doublechecked the list. Whatever.

Kya too was here, working on a phaser rifle in the corner. She had it set up on a table as she did some light maintenance on the weapon. They were expecting diplomats so they needed to be protected. She hummed a Bajoran hymn as she did her work.

Seiyya was readjusting her hair, though she could’ve sworn it was okay five minutes ago. She had forgotten the Standard word for it, but it felt like something was off. The soft Bajoran hymn that Kya was humming was nice, though, so she focused on that rather than any odd thoughts.

Maxson paused in reading the list, feeling like his eyes were already glazing over from how many times he’d checked over the cargo. His pacing slowed as well, and he turned to Kya for a moment, “Commander,” He quirked his eyebrow up, “I thought you’d already finished with that rifle?”

She blinked softly as she looked at the rifle. “So did I.” She said simply, blinking before turning to Maxson. “I must have a brain fart as the humans call it. My apologies.”

Maxson shrugged, “Nothing to apologize for. I myself could’ve sworn I already doublechecked the cargo list,” He held up the PADD, “Travel tends to make you lose track of time.”

She laughed. “Yes, thank you.” She said with a hum. “Hopefully we’re more on our game when we get to Risa.”

“Mm,” He nodded, “Can’t say I’ve ever been to Risa myself…” He glanced down at his PADD, huffed, and then set it on the table Kya was working at.

“Been a few times, honestly- it is pretty, but there are too many tourists. She chimed in, having finished fixing her hair. The most annoying part of away missions, in her opinion, was the waiting around for something to happen. It made her tense- all her time in deep space made her distrustful of the quiet.

“And tourists make for…great diplomatic events…” He said with a small sigh, folding his arms over his chest and now leaning against the table, “Ah well.”

“Oh, I’ve had some lovely times on Risa.” She said, giving a small cough before retiring to the rife.

“I’ve not been to too many diplomatic events myself.. I still remember the one we had on our Starbase a few months ago.. safe to say, that one didn’t go very smoothly.” She said, thinking about the riot. And before all that, she was in deep space- not much diplomatic stuff to do there, since the majority of the planets they surveyed were uninhabited.

Blue light spilled through the windows in colorful disorder, threading through the space around them.

Maxson held his hand up when the blue light bled into the shuttle bay to look at it in confusion, and turned over his shoulder toward the window behind him, “…what in the world…” He tapped his comm badge.

Shane who had totally been here the entire time stuck his head up from the impulse engine he was half inside. "Are we at warp? I thought the flight plan was sunlight all the way to Riza?" He asked confused like he'd gone through this already.

She… she could have -sworn- she had seen it before. That light. That feeling she didn’t know the word for was coming back. But still.. the light was beautiful in its own way. “Does anyone else feel like they saw something like this before? I have.. I forgot the word for it.”

“…I don’t like this,” He said as he stared out the window, and not even waiting for a reply over comms, turned on a dime and began to move to the emergency seats at pace. There was some itching feeling of familiarity, but it was trounced by a feeling of danger, “Buckle up!”

Kya rushed to take a seat and buckle up. “Why can we never have a normal field trip?” *She said before blinking, hadn’t she said that already?i

She quickly buckled up. “Well, things can never just be normal in Starfleet, can they?” She said, though she still had a strange feeling she had said something along those lines before.

Maxson buckled up, holding both of the straps with his hands as he stared out the window. He turned toward the other two officers with a quizzical look, “…didn’t you…” He shook his head. What in the world is going on?

Shane had to spend a few moments extracting himself from the impulse engine he was dissecting before heading toward the jump seats with the other officers. "Did we jump to warp? With no notice or red alert? Whatevers happening protocols gone out the window."

“Something’s up…comms haven’t been answered…” Maxson pursed his lips together tightly as he ran through a few scenarios in his head, “Stay alert. We may need to brace for impact.”

Shane allowed himself a small nostalgic laugh. "Brace for impact, haven't heard that one in a while. Just like being back in the war." Shane said half joking half sarcastic.

“Haven’t had to since my previous ship…” He muttered, tightening his grip around the seatbelts as the blue light continued to flood the ship.

Shane felt the ship violently lurch to one side, but not fully finish an emergency turn. "God, that's a manoeuvre there something must be stopping us from fully turning did you feel us almost get pulled back on our original vector?"

“Well-” The red alert broadcast went off as soon as Shane finished, and Maxson echoed the, “BRACE!” as he got into crash position. Fuck. Fuck.

“Just my luck!” She said, the emergency turn shaking her a little bit as she braced. Seiyya shouldn’t have said she’d have wanted to die on a mission rather than anywhere else earlier- she did NOT actually mean it, she wanted to live and it seemed as if the universe decidedly did not.

Kya held onto her seat with a breath, getting into a crash position as well. “Prophets guide us.”

Kya too was here, working on a phaser rifle in the corner. She had it set up on a table as she did some light maintenance on the weapon. They were expecting diplomats so they needed to be protected. She hummed a Bajoran hymn as she did her work.

Predictably, for a pilot Shane was found in the Eventide's shuttle bay working on whatever shuttles or fighter craft looked like they needed a little bit of care and maintenance. He could be found half sprawled on the deck of the bay under a peregrine fighters impulse engine fine tuning the fusion assembly.

Maxson had grown quite accustomed to these sorts of missions in his time as an officer. At the moment, though, as they travelled at warp, the ACOS was more or less occupying himself by going over a supply list on his PADD. Just to make sure…though, he could’ve sworn he’d already checked and doublechecked the list. Weird...he set his PADD down for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Seiyya was quite used to away missions too. Her entire last posting was one big away mission- seven years in deep space, with one small ship as her lone lifeboat in a black abyss. So, all away missions felt a little familiar to her. But this? This felt strange. She reached her hands up to fix her hair, only to find it perfectly in place. She could have sworn she had done it before, maybe even a couple times. Was she losing it? She shook her head once to hopefully clear this weird feeling from her head.

Is there someone else in the shuttlebay?...

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Shane was half inside of the fighters impulse engine when the Eventide began to bank and roll all over the place with no warning. Shane very nearly got pushed up further into the engine if not for the tools he was holding blocking the way. "What on earth was that!?" He yelled after unceremoniously pulling himself out of the engine now covered in coolant with a lovely looking black eye from where he hit the fusion array. Thank god it was powered down.

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A tall, broad-shouldered man in a Security uniform made his way to the emergency seats, buckling up. His features were indistinct, his mouth was moving, nothing was coming out. And, just like that, he was gone.

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Maxson lifted his head up to Shane, moving over toward the tactical officer before crossing the path of his fellow Security officer. He paused, watching him walk over to the emergency seats, buckle up, and…vanish…he stood still in confusion, distracted from helping Shane for a moment. “What in the world…”

Shane was, for lack of a better word, seething. What kind of knucklehead helmsman pulls evasive labourers with no warning in the middle of open space! He had half a mind to storm up to the bridge and fly the damn starship himself. "I'm gonna make sure whoever's flying never sees the helm again!" Shane tapped his comm ready to chew out half the bridge. Before seeing the faceless apirition going for a safety chair. "What the fu-" He stopped himself from swearing not wanting to loose all his decorum.

His gaze lingered on the seats before Shane’s ranting snapped him out of it. He turned toward the lieutenant commander, “…do…you see it, too?”

"I mean yeah." Shane replied "But I'm also seeing four of you right now so my sight isnt the most reliable." Shane went instantly to semi sarcasm, he wasn't one to believe in ghosts, but, what else could he have seen?

Maxson turned back to the seats and stared for a moment or two, hoping to will whatever he just saw back into existence or…wish it away, “Well…appreciated, Commander Lawson, but…” He tutted his tongue, “Bridge doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, either…”

Kya had aimed her rifle at the ghost but blinked softly. “Wait. Maxson. He looked kind of similar to you in body type.” She said quietly. “The shoulders, mainly.” (edited)

He glanced over his shoulder at Kya, and unfortunately, she was voicing his exact concerns, “…well…” He let out a low hum, “…Lawson, could there be anything leaking from one of the fighters or shuttles because of the maneuver?” There has to be some rational explanation for this, like a hallucination.

"Possible but unlikely, they're all powered down. Even at that there shouldn't be any substances in the small crafts fuel or hydraulic systems that cause hallucinations. At least not that are leaking right now. Because if they were leaking we'd likley already be dead." Again, Shane fell back to a tone of sarcastic humour when he didn't have an answer. "There could be something in the cargo we're hauling. You never know what people smuggle into the cargo when they know we're going somewhere like Riza." He said offering a suggestion as he stood up, with a bit of a wobble and went looking for a med kit, failing that some kind of damp rag to keep his black eye from getting worse.

“…hrm. Well, I suppose there’s that. No leaks, but-” And then, the yellow alert was raised, and Maxson was quick to tap at his comm badge.

Kya hummed, feeling very unnerved. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“What in the actual fuck..” She said, shaking her head a few more times. There had to be some sort of explanation for all this- she had seen crazy shit before on her last posting, even hallucinated a few times due to various fucked up things the scientists brought aboard, but this? This felt different. “We could scan the cargo, maybe. Just to be sure.” She offered.

“Son of a…” The ship wide announcement filled him with dread, and he turned to his small collection of officers, “Do any of you remember anything?”

“Well shit. I don’t remember anything, Sir.. out of all the things I’ve seen out in space.. time loop’s a first.” She said, her face definitely still a bit dumbfounded by the revelation she was, in fact, in a time loop.

“No no, behind a sense of Deja Vu regarding working on this rifle.” She said as she looked at it. “That figure must have been a uh, shadow of someone here in the last loop.”

"Same here nothing aside from Deja Vu. I feel like I've cleaned out this impulse assembly at least twice? So that probably puts us on loop three?" Shane pondered thinking out loud as he found himself a medkit and began scanning himself with a medical tricorder. At least he thought he was scanning in reality he was pushing buttons hoping he remembered how to use one, he hadn't had to use a medical tricorder since the last war at least.

All good down in Shane town, besides the black eye. Sorry man.

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Nooosing her way into here to make sure everything's good.. "Is there anything I can assist with?"

Followed by Ivi, carrying his medical bag. "I heard something about an injury?"

Maxson raised his eyebrows in surprise at Ivi’s appearance, and gave a nod to him, “Lieutenant Ch’rhytross, hello. Yes- Commander Lawson got jostled around during the evasive maneuvers. Received a black eye.” He nodded toward the other officer who’d arrived, “Afraid I haven’t got much in mind, though I…don’t believe I know who you are, Commander.” (edited)

"Avias Th'vehless, XO of the USS Enyalios. I owed some sort of thanks, so.." she lingered awkwardly, clearly Wanting To Help, but being Bad At Words. "Um. Did you also experience anything odd while we were trapped in the loop?"

"You can lend a hand with me if you'd like, Commander." Iviaan waved. Not much for her to do, but hey. "Ah — Commander Maxson, good to see you.. is everyone here alright?"

“Commander Th’vehless, welcome aboard Eventide. Lieutenant Commander Patroclus Maxson, ACOS from 777,” He gave another nod for a proper greeting before turning back to Ivi, “Besides Lawson, no one’s particularly torn up. Though, there’s still some feelings of…deja vu,” He shrugged, “Suppose time loops and losing memories leads to that…”

"I guess so." His head still felt particularly empty. "Oh! Iviaan Ch'rhytross, 777's ACMO," he greeted politely.

“Assistant-?” Maxson blinked, having not been at the most recent senior staff meeting upon Iviaan’s promotion. He’d only met Iviaan just before, though he wasn’t aware. He cleared his throat, “Assistant Chief Medical Officer, yes.”

"Torn up? This is barely a scratch! Wait till you hear about the time I nearly crashed on Cestus III from Klingon flak...." Shane began going into a war story monologue from the Klingon war, mostly just pilot nerd stuff with some actual war stories thrown in. The moral being a black eye ain't nothin. Shane, is for sure a guy.

Iviaan tilted his head in mild amusement as Maxson took a moment, but turned to Shane. "Can I treat you?" Pleas :)