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[U.S.S. Momentary | Deck 36 | Main Engineering]

Lucien gave a small sigh of relief as they finally entered Main Engineering after what felt like an eternity of popping open hatches and moving through desolate corridors. In reality it had been no more than an hour, but that did not make the experience any less miserable.

You could almost hear everything go to a standstill as we walked into the main room. This wasn't right - none of this was right. Lucien shuddered slightly out of sheer disgust of such a sight - the warp core, which normally gives off a constant stream of brilliant aquamarine pulses that illuminate the room, sits in the center of the room completely dead. If Lucien did not know better, it almost was as if the ship was sitting completely turned off.

Immediately in front of them was the center island, where in normal operations the current Engineer in charge of the room would run the bustling hub of yellow-topped jackets. Its center viewscreen was simply a long dark piece of glass, while the various console interfaces that crusted the edges of the table-like structure sat with their buttons darkened and - for now, at least - unusable.

{USS MOmentary|Main Engineering}

Vila sighed in frustration. Nothing was working. All the switches were down, and she couldn't figure out how to get anything to even give an iota of life. Suddenly, she had an idea.

"Hey, either of you have a spare piece of metal?" She asked the Engineers. From her boot, she pulled out two wires. She'd BLOW some power into it-basically, she'd make a circuit. If you couldn't turn on the power, homemade was fine. "Also, I'll need a magnet," she said. "Any chance the replicator is working?" She asked. From the pocket of her slacks, she withdrew a small tin-the size of a box of mints. In it were some supplies. From that, she withdrew a tiny clamp, a battery, and a penlight. She took apart the penlight, and took out the bulb. Perfect. She could use the batteries from that to run more power after she got the circuit set up. "Anything magnetized would work," she said. Suddenly, she remembered that her chronometer had a magnet in it. In a few moments, she had it apart, and pulled out the piece that made the hands go. It was a small magnet-it wouldn't give them much power for long, but it might spark some life.

Lucien watched in surprise as Lorut set up a jury rigged solution to power up the center console. It wouldn't be much, and to be frank it'll still be somewhat limited with the main computer core likely offline, but it's better than the dead room they were in. Understanding the idea, Lucien quickly pulled out his hyperspanner and began to assist with connecting some wires around - it wasn't ideal, but maybe they could find SOMETHING out.

Quickly, she set it up. "Ok. I am going to start it up. Lt. M'Nia, on my signal, flip the power," she instructed. She placed the clamps, wires, and battery together in a line, and wired that mess to the lightbulb, creating a spark. "OK...GOOOO," she called out. HOPEFULLY this would work, even for a few minutes. The absence of oxygen may end up being a problem but she'd cross that bridge later. A potato would work for more power...once they got a replicator online.

"Eep!" Lucien lets out in surprise as the messy collection of loose wires they unleashed upon the floor begins to spark. More and more sparks can be heard as the center island comes back to life, the previously dead screen in the center showing the rarely seen boot-up sequence. Several errors are shown, indicating that the console is unable to connect to the main computer core, the stardrive computer core nor the auxiliary computer core. After several seconds, it finally shows that it is ready - though at limited functionality.

"Awesome...looks like the engineering backup computer is still online. We won't be able to interface with any records or frankly anything outside of Main Engineering, but we should be able to run some diagnostics on the equipment in this room itself." Lucien says as he swiftly moves over to one of the edge consoles and begins to run a level 3 diagnostic on systems in the room.

"This is strange...if I'm reading this correctly, the dilithium chambers are completely empty." he gives a frustrated sigh as the readout shows the state of components - everything is in good condition...there's simply no power source.

[U.S.S. Momentary | Deck 8 | Main Corridor]

It was tense as the party entered the corridor - Lucien studied the walls as his hand trembled holding the phaser. There was scoring on the walls that suggested a fire had ripped through, but the pattern seemed to suggest the fire was extinguished by the vacuum of space as opposed to the fire suppression systems of the Momentary

Lucien was snapped out of his deep pondering as the Commander gave the order to go down to Main Engineering. Lucien pulled out his PADD and frowned - it was a long way to the secondary hull, but orders were orders...and he had a feeling that him and the Lieutenant would be able to figure out what's wrong.

"Commander, if it can be done, I'll do it! C'mon you two. Lets see what can be done in engineering. I'd like to get her functional again!" M'nia said. Her tail was twitching in anticipation. Granted she was in an environmental suit but it was twitching nonetheless. Engineering was her specialty after all.

Lucien's mood improved immediately at the enthusiasm M'Nia showed. Joining Engineering was about solving problems, and what bigger puzzle could there be to solve than a starship without power?

"As Lieutenant M'Nia says, sir, we'll have it fixed as fast as we can. I don't think there is a problem that we cannot solve if we put our heads together." Lucien says excitedly as he becomes swept up in the enthusiasm. Holstering his phaser, Lucien picked up his kit as they began the trek down the stairwell towards the the nearby Jefferies Tube access.

{USS Momentary|Corridor-Engineering}

"Yes, sir," she said. She followed M'Nia and Dupont to a stairwell, and down to Engineering. She let them do the engineering parts while she tried to get the computers up. "I'll be here, trying to get this going, and the systems online," she said. "Let me know if you need any help and I'll do my best." One thing that Vila knew was that her abilities had limits-she wasn't an Engineer and she had no idea how to fix things... but she could help out.

Lucien gave a nod to the Lieutenant - he hated dealing with computer systems anyway, giving a quiet sigh of relief that an expert was with them.

[U.S.S. Momentary | Deck 20 | Engineering Corridor]

Junction after junction, corridor after corridor. In normal operations, it should only take about twenty minutes to rush down to Main Engineering. However, without power the party had to force open every single access hatch by hand, which slowed down movement considerably. They'd managed to only make it to just under half that in the same amount of time.

Each walk through through a corridor to the next junction felt eerie, as the dead computer screens reflected their flashlights like creepy mirrors. Every conduit they opened up was completely dead - isolinear spanners seemed to not react at all, while tricorder readings simply saw clumps of metal.

Lucien grunted in frustration as he forced open his way into the next ladder that lead down to deck 21.

"Lieutenant, what's your plan for refiring the ship's power? I don't understand how even the ship's battery backups seem to be completely inoperable. Surely the Momentary hasn't been adrift for that long?" Lucien looks at both of ladies with him, unable to continue his line of thinking - it just felt completely absurd to everything he knew about starships.

[USS Tereshlova]

The tension was nearly unbearable as the shuttle approached the Momentary. He could easily tell at glance - it looked like the ship had no power. Life support was completely gone, the corridors seemingly freezing over and no sign of structural integrity fields in place at hull breaches.

"Even a ship adrift should have some sort of power running through it..." Lucien quipped as the shuttle approached the docking port. Main power being offline isn't too surprising, but auxiliary power? The emergency batteries? This was too weird.

[USS Tereshlova]

The Docking Port on Deck 8 was located at the neck of the ship. Meant to evacuate personal towards attached starbases or other ships, it allowed for quick access to both the primary and secondary hulls. From the paths behind the airlock, all vital centers of the ship could be reached, be it prime engineering or the bridge, given they could somehow power the turbolifts, otherwise they would be doing a lot of climbing before the day was over.

As they got closer to the airlocks outer hatch, he gave the signal for everyone to put on their helmets and depressurize the interior of the shuttle.

Opening the shuttles entry ramp with a single button press of the control pannel next to the wall, he opened they way for the next step.

"I will operate the mechanism for unlocking the airlocks outer hatch. Lieutenant Michael, please hold us as steady as possible. Everyone else, please prepare your phasers in case the interior of the ship has been taken and we find ourselves in need of immediate defence."

"R-Right." Lucien confirms, putting on his helmet and taking out his phaser. His hand was a tad shaky - his experience facing hostiles was nearly zero, though he was going to go forward regardless of the feelings of fear rising up.

Phaser and hand and toolkit in the other, Lucien steels himself for whatever might be revealed when the doors open.

[As D'Khor | IKS Kah'Pow | Mess Hall]

D'Khor gracefully parried every attack as D'Ghor continued to whirl at him persistently.

He could hear the voice of his father, K'Dorr, in his ears. "You must allow your movements to flow, D'Khor. The Bat'leth is not just a weapon, it is an extension of yourself." - from grueling training sessions that dominated his teenage years.

[D'Ghor - IKS Kah'Pow(!) - Mess Hall]

Then, with an audible pop, D'Ghor's left shoulder flew out of its socket.

,,No matter!" he growled and continued his flurry of attacks one-handed! ,,It's an old wound!"

This was it! With the one handed flurries D'Ghor was clearly more open. D'Khor took a deep breath and immediately went on the offensive. Even with his disadvantage, D'Ghor was able to defend adeptly and was able to avoid the attacks by simply backing up and giving up the hard-wond space gained through the contest.

After a few more moments, D'Ghor had himself become backed up towards the wall. With a series of grunts D'Khor suddenly and swiftly goes on the offensive using quick, precise strikes. Targetting the opening created by his dislocated shoulder, it seemed only a matter of time before D'Khor claimed victory.

[As D'Khor | IKS Kah'Pow | Mess Hall]

D'Khor grunted as the aged XO made a flurry of traditional but predictable attacks - something that nearly every Klingon knows. Despite their simplicity, D'Ghor executed the strikes with near perfect precision - the mark of a true veteran warrior. 'His age should be his weakness...' D'Khor thought to himself, believing that if he could simply outlast D'Ghor then he could defeat him with superior stamina.

After another flurry of attacks, D'Khor disengages for just a second to yell to the drunk peanut gallery witnessing their spectacle.

"Surely this is not the only thing the great Dahar Master Kang taught you?" D'Khor taunts, making an exagerrated gesture before steeling his defenses again. He gives a slight grin to the old man before waiting for the next attack.

[As D'Khor | IKS Kah'Pow | Mess Hall]

The roars of the mess hall die down as D'Ghor next to him and begins telling tales of K'Dorr. 'Great...' D'Khor thought to himself. It seemed like he could only be on a ship for mere moments before someone decided to challenge him due to his heritage.

[D'Ghor - IKS Kah'Pow(!) - Mess Hall]

,,Now come, my friend. Put down your wine and fight with me! Let us show these pitiful excuses for bar room brawlers what it means to wield a blade! Let us show our Captain the might of his warriors! Let us show our comrades what it means... to be Klingon!!"

D'Khor stands up and takes one last swig of his bloodwine, gulping down the entire contents of the cup. He then moves behind him to grab a Bat'leth.

"You honor my father's name, D'Ghor." D'Khor says clearly, an almost practiced speech at this point. "I accept your challenge, and shall defend my honor!" He finishes with a roar.

D'Khor moves to the center, gripping his Bat'leth defensively. His family's long standing school in the art of the Bat'leth emphasized speed and agility, favoring flowing strikes as opposed to the brute force hacking that many Klingons seem to default to.

[D'Ghor - IKS Kah'Pow(!) - Mess Hall]

D'Ghor looked over at the Engineer to his left as the man mumbled under his breath.

,,D'Khor, son of K'Dorr, I knew your father. If you are as skilled as he was with a bat'leth, then the two of us must spar together. I once fought with your father for hours on end until we both collapsed from exhaustion. At least, I think it was K'Dorr... It was many years ago."

D'Ghor raised his flagon, but did not drink. Instead, he pointed his arm toward the fight and leaned closer to  the engineer.

,,Tell me, do you see how the fighter on the left is leaning too much into his attacks? He's leaving his left side open."

[As D'Khor | IKS Kah'Pow | Mess Hall]

D'Khor grunted in amusement as he heard the observation before taking another swig of bloodwine.

"I think the one on the left is leaning too much into his attacks, but it is an advantage for him as the one on the right does not seem skilled enough to take advantage of this weakness. Look at how he parries his attacks." D'Khor says, slurring his words slightly.

"Perhaps we should spar at some point, D'Ghor. I am no match for my father, but I have been trained in my house's school of the Bat'leth." D'Khor gives a wide grin - sometimes a little practice was fun, even if he preferred other pursuits.

With a sudden roar, the Klingon on the left makes a lightning strike - knocking his opponent over an securing victory in their sparring match. Conversations across the room are deafened for a moment as mass cheers of the crew fill the room, celebrating the honorable match.

[[As D'Khor, son of K'Dorr]]

[As D'Khor, son of K'Dorr]

[IKS Kah'Pow | Mess Hall]

D'Khor sat quietly as the crew roused around him. The noise and loudness of it all was not at all pleasing to him, but good bloodwine was too good to pass up - and so here he was anyway, hearing the tales of valor that other Klingons had partaken in.

"For the Empire!" he joined in when it was called out, before seeing a pair of Klingons square off in a matter of honor.

"They have spirit...but their form is sloppy..." D'Khor mutters to the Klingon next to him.

[USS Discovery | Deck 11 | Main Engineering]

The images flooding into Engineering of the Momentary caused a buzz, practically an uproar of ideas and theories.

"Was all the power just...drained at once?" Lt Flanagan ponders, while an entire gaggle of yellow shirts are crowded around Lt Giancarlo near a readout of sensor scans trying to guess as to what this net that has been found could be made of. Tholians? Maybe it's Q? Maybe it's some sort of ancient technology?

"What's it made of, energy?" Lucien asks aloud before the call comes in - he's being brought onto the shuttle to investigate! Lucien freezes up in shock momentarily before quickly rushing over to grab his kit. ODN Recoupler? Check. Flux Coupler. Check. Hyperspanner...Hyperspanner? Where's the Hyperspanner?! Lucien looks around in a panic before finding it nesting peacefully on the floor.

"Whoops...guess I knocked it over." He chuckles to himself before darting towards Main Shuttlebay.

[USS Discovery | Deck 10 | Shuttle Bay]

Lucien burst onto the scene, carrying his kit in his right hand. Thank God - some action! Engineering was becoming a tad boring during this crisis, constant diagnostics and maintenance checks to make sure the Discovery doesn't fall victim to whatever took out the Momentary.

[USS Discovery | Deck 10 | Shuttle Bay]

Looking as his team assembling around him, his mind was spinning. The mystery of what happened to the Momentary still everpresent in his thoughts.

"Glad to see you all assembled here so quickly. We are on a mission to find out what has happened to our fellow Star Fleet Colleagues. We don't know what has happened to their ship but we found it in pretty bad shape. Most of you have probably already seen the images by now. Given we don't know what caused this damage and the ship's atmosphere and life support systems are unstable, please all suit up in environmental suits, also keep your phasers ready, in case we find out these damages were more artificial in nature."

"And if any of you have any theories as to what might have caused this, feel free to share them, same if you spot anything suspicious."

Lucien gasps slightly in shock. Phasers?! This might be more dangerous than he thought. Sure he re-certified in the Type 2 regularly like anyone else, but being trained didn't make the thought of danger any less comforting.

"Have we picked up any signs of life at all?" He asks, cocking his head slightly - he figured the answer was no, but thought it was worth asking anyway.

I'm fine with whatever but I'm always attached to Engineering.

[U.S.S. Discovery | Deck 11 | Main Engineering]

Lucien sighed casually as he finished a routine level four diagnostic on the starboard plasma injectors - a boring, but important task offloaded to junior officers.

His first mission against the Erewhon had been tense, exciting - everything Lucien dreamed about when he joined Starfleet. Today was just...another boring day. "I probably should be more thankful that nothing is going wrong..." Lucien thought to himself.

"Diagnostic complete. We're operating well within defined parameters." Lucien remarked as he finished his scan. There is a long, quiet beat as the quiet hum of the warp core fills the room.

Desperate to wade off silence, Lucien turns to whatever officers are near him.
"So...the Discovery is one sleek ship, huh? Really...seems to get the job done." He chuckles nervously - beating himself up for such a stupid line.

I'll be active once I get back from holiday travelling next week.

[Erewhon | Reception | Casualty Collection Point]

Lucien watched as his handshake was denied as the flight officer darted towards the Lieutenant in the middle of the room.

"Right." Lucien said, straightening his jacket. It was time to get to work! Lucien took a quick breath, mentally preparing himself. With this he immediately turned around and began moving...

[Ensign Rajagopalan]
[Erewhon Station | Reception Area]

They were coming up on a group of medics clearly trying their best to reorganize triage without traditional facilities, and he deliberately didn't steer them around the group. He left it to Devereaux to actually seek care, but he did scan the gathering of patients in search of an unused tricorder--he hadn't exactly had one to hand on the bridge that he could take with during evacuation....

...only to immediately collide with a small packet of officers who were weaving their way through the triage center.

"Agh! Sorry! Sorry!" Lucien called out in embarassment as he backed off the poor soul he slammed in to.

Wait, he actually knew some of these people! Ensign Devereaux and Lieutenant M'Nia he had met when he was introduced to the Engineering staff upon arriving.

"Oh! Lieutenant M'Nia...!" Lucien exclaimed, immediately jumping into his train of thought.

"Do any of you know where some of the senior officers are? Commander Lek? Y'know because it's so chaotic someone's gotta take charge right?" Lucien spoke fast, almost to the point of being difficult to understand.

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