CAPTAIN'S LOG Stardate 100053.9
Reyga has changed course to intercept a civilian transport vessel claiming to be trapped in a known radiation belt. The distress call was … let’s say, less than convincing, and the whole situation smells of a trap. We’re obligated to check it out, regardless, but we’re going to do so at Yellow Alert.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental
We were right, the distress call was a trap. An an ill-advised one, at that. There was no civilian ship, that we could detect, only a Ferengi privateer. It generated some sort of subspace fold in the middle of the radiation belt. Something obviously went wrong. The subspace fold expanded and produced radiation spikes that penetrated both ships. The Ferengi were destroyed immediately. We were … lucky, I suppose, either in where the spikes impacted, or maybe simply that Reyga’s safeties are more robust.
Still, the warp core and fusion reactors shut down, leaving us dead in the water with only partial emergency power. The vast majority of the ship is heavily irradiated, leaving only a small section of Deck 6 as a safe shelter area. We’ve transferred as many command functions as possible to a console down here and the entire crew’s currently crowding into just a few rooms.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Stardate 100056.2
Recorded after a ‘good’ night’s sleep in the sickbay of USS Tyee. Reyga’s been untangled from the subspace fold and is under tow back to DS13. I’m not certain yet the extent of the actual damage, but at the very least we need a thorough inspection and radiation sweep before we reboard and attempt to power back up.
I’m told we had two fatalities. Lieutenant Sh’talis and Crewman Pittman. It should be … some small comfort that they simply had the misfortune of being too close to the spikes at time of impact, rather than the result of any … failures or … delays, on our …
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Anyway.
Ahm. We lost emergency power pretty soon after my last log, and artificial gravity not long after that. We knew a rescue ship was on the way, but we didn’t know if we’d be able to last that long, so I decided to attempt both ideas the crew had come up with for helping ourselves, in the meantime. Commander Kuvak had the idea to use a radiation pulse on the spikes, directly, to try to force them to retract. That involved walking right up to one of them, with a makeshift device, and receiving a likely-lethal dose of radiation. He volunteered for the job anyway. I ordered Ensign Sadaann to go with him. The other idea was reaching the cargo bay airlock and trying to reach the shuttle bay via EVA. This one, I tried myself. I ordered Ensign Ban to come with me, on the idea that he could use his visor to guide as around the worst of the radiation. We got about half way there before Tyee arrived and beamed us aboard.
I feel pretty stupid for sending three officers on suicide missions that weren’t necessary. But I suppose I’d have felt a lot stupider if the rescue had been farther away and the whole crew died waiting for it.
Kuvak’s mission, at least, produced data that helped Tyee pull Reyga free, so that’s worth something, at least.
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