The Engineer and the
Time Lady
Alpha
Unknown
Planet
The small starship was in trouble. It had defeated the other ship,
but it was out of control, entering the atmosphere of an M-Class
planet at a rather steep angle. The crash landing was going to be
terrible.
Some
time later.
The
ship was still, especially in the main computer room. The red-alert
was still flashing there. “Warning! Estimated time to
total system failure: 1 day 18 hours.”
An alert tone sounded. Twice.
“Initiating
starship preservation protocol.”
Then there was a hum. “Activating Emergency Engineering Hologram
Alpha.”
The hologram of a female engineer appeared. “Please state the
nature of the Engineering Emergency.”
“Approximately 10 standard years ago; USS Baffin NCC 90401
crash-landed on an unknown M-Class planet. The Starship
Preservation Protocol has been initiated,” the computer
reported.
“Understood,” the engineering hologram stated. A screen activated
on the side of the computer core.
Emergency
fuel cells for the computer core are very low. Reinitialise the Warp
Core.
That was only the first of a long list of tasks that needed to be
performed.
“Computer, run a level 5 diagnostic on the holoprojectors between
the Computer Core and Engineering.”
“Affirmative,” the computer said.
A minute later, the diagnostic was complete. “... Holoprojectors
are functional.”
The hologram nodded and then moved to leave the computer core.
She stopped outside of Engineering. “Computer, run a level 5
diagnostic on the holoprojectors in Engineering.”
The holoprojectors were functional, so she entered.
The emergency lighting was on, giving the room a sombre appearance.
The hologram briefly wondered why Starfleet would program their
holograms with such recognition subroutines. She shook her head and
went to the powerless core.
She checked the fuel (the antimatter and deuterium) levels. Both
fuels would last for a very long time. She was ready to restart the
core. “Computer; activate Emergency Engineering Hologram Beta.”
The Core re-start required two officers.
“Affirmative.”
There was another hum. “Please state the nature of the Engineering
Emergency.”
Emergency Hologram Beta was based on a male engineer. “The Starship
Preservation Protocol has been initiated,” Alpha said.
“Confirmed,” Beta said. He went to the dilithium chamber and
opened it. “We need to check the crystals,” he said.
Alpha nodded and they went to work. She started by scanning the
crystals in the chamber...
They quickly found that those had cracked in the crash, so they had
to replace them with some of the spares. Fortunately there was many
of those left, and hardly any of them had cracked. “75% spare
crystals are still available.”
“Crystal is aligned,” Alpha reported.
“Confirmed,” Beta said. “Closing chamber.”
The chamber closed. “Checking matter injectors.”
“Checking antimatter injectors.”
“Matter injectors ready.”
“Antimatter injectors ready.”
“We're ready,” Alpha stated.
“Starting cold-restart sequence.”
The deuterium and anti-deuterium began to flow from the storage pods
to the reaction chamber and the core powered up. “Reaction is
stable,” Beta stated. “Holding at 0.05% reaction rate,” Beta
said.
“Good,” Alpha said. 'So far, so good,' she thought. “Monitor
the core, while I check the bridge systems.” That was next on the
Starship Preservation Protocol check list.
A minute later, Alpha entered the bridge, and saw that only the
operations console was operating. None of the lighting was on.
“Computer, emergency lights.” The lights came on. She then saw a
skeleton sitting in the Command Chair. She suspected that it was
Commander Emerson, who was listed as Commander of the Ionia.
'I need to check the systems first,” she thought. “Computer run
level five diagnostic on bridge systems.”
“Affirmative.
Results in five minutes.”
“Understood,” Alpha said. Even so, she began to scan the bridge
with her tricorder.
“Diagnostic
complete. Command systems are functional.
Operations and Engineering consoles are functional.
Helm is offline.”
“Understood,” Alpha said. The diagnostic matched the tricorder
scan. She scanned the helm again. It had blown out during the crash.
It was going to be a long repair.
Twelve hours later, the helm was repaired. 'Of course, there's
nowhere to go,' Alpha thought. The ship was still planetbound. There
was still much to do. “Computer, status of Bridge.”
“Bridge systems are 100% functional. Determine the status of
crew.”
“Computer: run diagnostic on internal sensors.”
“Affirmative...”
“Diagnostic complete. Internal sensors are offline in the
shuttlebay, bathysphere bays, the Holodeck, crew quarters and torpedo
bays,” the computer reported.
“Noted,” Alpha said. “Scan other areas for crew lifesigns.”
“Affirmative. No crew lifesigns detected.”
Alpha approached the Shuttlebay along the starboard corridor. She had
scanned the other areas where the internal sensors were offline with
a tricorder. No lifesigns had been detected. Not surprising given the
length of time since the crash.
The Shuttlebay door opened, and the tone Alpha had selected to
indicate holoprojector functionality sounded. She saw that the crash
had sent the shuttles out of their parked positions. She was going to
have to repair them too. She walked around the bay, scanning with the
tricorder. The crew wasn't there. She had noted, however, that one of
the escape pods was missing, so maybe some of them were still alive
(no matter how unlikely that was).
Alpha returned to the Bridge and uploaded the tricorder data to the
command console. “Internal scan complete,” the computer
reported. “Crew death still unconfirmed. Take Remains to
sickbay.”
“Computer, Activate Emergency Medical Hologram.”
The Mark 9 EMH, resembling a young female Vulcan appeared. “Please
state the nature of the medical emergency.”
“Not an emergency,” Alpha said. “The Starship Preservation
Protocol has been activated.”
“Emergency Engineering Hologram Alpha?” the EMH asked.
“Yes,” Alpha answered.
“Of course.”
“I have brought remains from the Bridge to sickbay.”
“I shall scan them,” the EMH said.
“Confirmed,” the EMH stated. “The remains are of Commander
Theodore James Emerson.”
Alpha took the PADD from the EMH. “But then, that wasn't in doubt.”
“You know what to do,” the EMH said.
“I just wanted to repair the ship,” Alpha groused as she left the
sickbay through the starboard door, towards the Bridge.
The EMH sighed. “Computer, deactivate EMH.”
Alpha entered the Bridge and placed the PADD on the command console.
“Deceased status of Commander Theodore James Emerson confirmed.”
“Confirmed,” Alpha said. She input a sequence of numbers on the
command console. “Code Sequence confirmed. Command of Baffin
NCC 90401 is transferred to Emergency Engineering Hologram Alpha.”
Alpha was conflicted. She either had no time, or all the time in the
world. She decided to indulge herself and sat in the command chair.
She had repaired the viewscreen earlier, but she wasn't sure that the
external sensors were working. All she could see through the window
was the night sky. “Forward view,” she commanded.
“Affirmative,” the computer responded. The screen then
showed a forest at night time.
“A forest,” she considered. But exploration would have to wait.
The ship still needed repairs.
