STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

SHIP & CREW ROSTER
The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.

NAME
USS Voyager
PROF.
MULTIROLE
CLASS
Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
CONST
2371
SHIELDS
13/13​
RESISTANCE
6​
SCALE
6​
POWER
13/13​
CREW SUPPORT
6​
SMALL CRAFT
5​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
9​
11​
10​
11​
9​
10​
COMMAND
3​
12​
14​
13​
14​
12​
13​
CONNING
2​
12​
14​
13​
14​
12​
13​
ENGINEERING
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
SECURITY
3​
13​
15​
14​
16​
13​
14​
SCIENCE
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
MEDICINE
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
TALENTS
Command Ship: Can give advantages using Command within range to Away Missions or to supporting ships.

EMH: Has an EMH!

Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1cd on an effect, regain the power point.

Quantum Torpedoes: Can use Quantum Torpedoes! (60 total)

Secondary Reactors: +5 to Power

High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum to out of combat sensor checks.
TRAITS
Federation Starship – A highly sophisticated and advanced vessel, with holodecks, replicators, and similar comforts, primarily designed to handle multiple operations. Highly sensitive and requiring constant maintenance, the vehicle is less rugged than other interstellar craft

Maquis Crew - a good chunk of the crew are former Maquis troublemakers. Expect discipline problems and unorthodox plans.
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 9cd [+1 per extra power spent]
Can Use Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area: hit +1 ship per effect within close range.
Versatile 2: Gain 2 bonus momentum with a successful hit

Photon Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 6cd
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach

Quantum Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 7cd (Vicious 1 - +1 damage on effects)
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
Calibrations: Requires 1 minor action to calibrate

Tractor Beam (Strength 5)
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Close | Damage: None
Effect: If successfully established, enemies face a diff 5 check to escape.

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 9 | Base Skill: 2)
CO: Captain Katheryn Janeway (Skilled: Command, Science | Weakness: Combat)
SPECIAL ABILITY: "We Can Be Better" - if you succeed on any diplomatic check with Janeway, Get +1 momentum​
XO: Commander D-91 (Skilled: Command | Weakness: Socialization)
HELM: Lt. Tom Paris (Skilled: Conn | Weakness: Not Being A Fucking Up)
TACTICAL: Ensign Harry Kimm (Skilled: Gunnery | Weakness: Harry Kim)
SECURITY: Lt. JG Amy Strong (Skilled: Personal Combat | Weakness: Lying)
MAQUIS HEADBREAKER: C'nola (Skilled: Combat, Sneaking and Scheming | Weakness: Emotional Wreck)​
SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)

SECONDARY CHARACTERS
Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
NAME
MRSS Val Jean
PROF.
TACOPS
CLASS
Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
CONST
2370
SHIELDS
12/12​
RESISTANCE
5​
SCALE
4​
POWER
7/7​
CREW SUPPORT
4​
SMALL CRAFT
3​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
9​
9​
9​
8​
7​
10​
COMMAND
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
CONNING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
ENGINEERING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
SECURITY
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
SCIENCE
1​
10​
10​
10​
9​
8​
11​
MEDICINE
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
TALENTS
Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)

Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots

Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance

Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
TRAITS
Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.

Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit

Disruptor Banks
Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)

Tractor Beam (Strength 3)

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 8 | Base Skill: 1)
CO: Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Independent)
TACTICAL: Seska (Skilled: Being Seska | Weakness: Everything Else)
CONN: R'lash skilled: Piloting | Weakness: Romulan Fuckup)
ESPIONAGE: Kes (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Naive)

Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
 
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I'm curious what you'd do with a Starcraft quest; I played the originals back in the day, then... um, I guess actually it might also count as "back in the day" now, but later Wings of Liberty and Heart of the Swarm. Never got Legacy of the Void (though I'm not concerned about spoilers) or did much with the multiplayer, though.
 
If you "follow" your fave writers on here then you get notifications each time they start a new thread so you can go "watch" it when notified.
 
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Kes hummed quietly to herself - Luck Be a Lady by a human musician named Sinatra. She was dressed in her finest, slinkiest red dress, the kind she would have worn back when she had been a commando-spy working under Neelix and what he had grandiloquently named the Freedom for the Okampa Movement. Sometimes, she felt faintly conflicted at the fact that Neelix and his entire organization had been a front, a put on, a cheap way for the Talaxian Republic's office of space security and intelligence to destabilize a dangerous neighboring power without getting too involved and without irritating their rivals, the Haakonians or the Kazon.

But...

Well, it had gotten her freedom.

And it had gotten her here.

And it had let her sing.

So, Kes supposed she was fine with being an imperialist puppet, at least for the time being.

Though she had to admit, the TROSS had had nothing on what she had read about the veritable deluge of alphabetic organizations from Earth's hellish 20th and 21st century. KGBA, CIA, M16, god, the list went on and on and on and they all seemed to be rabbidly eager to see which could be most bloodthirsty and cutthroat. She had a little pet theory about why and how Earth had been like that.

The oceans. It had to be the oceans. No species could be sane with that much water separating them up into little islands and continents. Contrast them with, say, the Vulcans. From her reading, the Vulcans had been relatively orderly, only breaking into two or three sub-states and only one of them had gone completely around the bend. Not that she'd ever tell that to R'lash, her holodeck partner for today.

"Speak of the devil!" Kes said, cheerfully as she came to the holodeck door. R'lash was there, fidgeting as she tugged at her suit, frowning.

"Why am I in this weird outfit?" she asked.

"Okay, so," Kes said, excitedly. "It's called Dixon Hill, Tom Paris suggested it."

"Uh-huh," R'lash looked less than enthused, her ears drooping slightly.
"You play as the main character, Dixon Hill, he-"

"He?" R'lash scowled, her ears flattening against her head.

"Yeah, he's a private eye! A gumshoe!" Kes mimed a gun in the air, aiming down it. "A dick!"

R'lash frowned. "Is the universal translator busted?"

"A detective!"

"He works for the Tal'Mkra?" R'lash asked.

"...which one is that?"

"Tal'Shiar is political security, Tal'Mkra is criminal security," R'lash said, frowning as she started to unbutton her suit jacket. She shucked it off. "I don't wear men's clothes. I don't like the idea of being a man. I, you may have noticed...am a Romulan. Not a man!"

"Oh, no, this is a gender thing, not a species thing!" Kes said.

"I'm not into being a male either!" R'lash snapped.

Kes sighed, then went to the wall console. "Computer, can you change Dixon Hill pronouns?" She asked, firmly.

"Yes," the computer said. "Do you wish to use procedurally generated corrections or one of the sixteen different authored changes?"

"What's the difference?" Kes asked.

"Procedural generation lacks sentient oversight and may be less satisfying than authored content. Considering the minimal nature of this change, narrative structure will be primarily unaltered. Authored content will change more details, but tends to have a higher artistic quality. The authored changes are LesDix by Catra. Enby Eye by Harry Kim. T-"
"LesDix sounds good, does that sound good, R'lash?" Kes asked, turning to the expatriated Romulan. She frowned, cocking her head.

"What does les mean?"

"What does les mean?" Kes whispered to the computer.

"Probable meaning: Lesbian. Homosexual female. Woman on Woman Love," the computer said.

Kes turned back to R'lash. "It means-"

"I heard!" R'lash laughed. "Sure, fine! Lessy Dicks it up!"

"Dix," Kes said.

"That's what I said!" R'lash said, sticking her tongue out at her.

The computer chirruped. "LesDix has been loaded. Program ready."

"Put that back on, Dixie!" Kes said. "Lets solve the save of the Redbuck's-" The door opened and the two women stepped through into a perfectly normal, non-noir flavored Voyager stateroom. There was a bed. There was the window, showing the rippling stars outside, redshifting at the left side, blueshifted on the right side. Standing in the adjoining doorway, his face half shaved, was David Wacoche , who was running his autoshaver along the ridge of his jawline, while wearing nothing but his underwear. The two girls stood in the doorway, blinking in confusion, as the very low-powered stun-beam crackleda long his face, stunning the hair folicles beneath and causing what little stubble had collected to pop out, fall aside, and get whisked away in the auto-cleaning sink. He patted his cheek, smiled, then turned...and froze.

"Uh," Kes said.

"Hi Commander," R'lash said. "You missed a spot."

"What the hell!?" Wacoche exclaimed. "How did you get here?"

"Why are you in a Voyager stateroom?" Kes asked, curiously. "I thought your cabin was on the Val Jean?"

"There's so many staff meetings and Voyager has the best staff room - also, it's not like transporting is hard or anything," Wacoche said, frowning. "Again, though: How are you in my room?"

"W-We just...went through that door," R'lash said, pointing back.

The commander walked over, then pushed the door button. It opened - and when they leaned out, they were back in the corridors before the holodecks. A door across from them - quite clearly labeled EMERGENCY MEDICAL SUPPLIES - opened and an ensign in a blue medsci department top stepped out, a lunchbox tucked under one arm, a data-slate in both hands, and a baggy held in her teeth. She mumbled something unintelligible to her roommate, who called out: "You're gonna be late and the Captain is gonna space you!"

"Huhhhk huu!" The ensign said, backing up, before turning around - and stopping as the door shut behind her. "Huhh!?"

"Ensign, uh, Wildman," Wacoche said. "I think what your department calls 'something hinky' is going on with space time." He glanced around. "Anyone got a combadge?"

Ensign Wildman tried to slap her badge with her data-slate. Kes, helpfully, reached out and took the bag from her mouth. Wildman arched her back to proffer the badge to Wacoche, who gave her a thin smile, then leaned in.

"Commander Wacoche to bridge," he said.

The combadge chirruped, then chirruped out. "Out of range. Please deploy communication satelite."

"Out of range?" R'lash asked, frowning.

"These have range of an AU," Ensign Wildman said, frowning. "That's...unsettling."

The PA crackled. Then a buzzing, hissing, crackling noise started to emerge from the speakers. After a second, it resolved into a bleeping noise - fast, then slow, then fast again. They all listened as R'lash crossed her arms over her chest. KEs shook her head - but Wacoche lifted his hand, silencing them all. The message continued, then stopped for about a minute, then started to repeat it. "It's old morse code," he said. "Orders from Ensign Harry, acting command from the bridge. I'm guessing Janeway isn't there. According to his orders, everyone should stay put and attempt to move very carefully."

"Screw that!" R'lash snapped. "I want to figure this shit out." She scowled, then walked over to the door next to the holodeck - leading into the secondary deck. She thumbed it and the door opened...and screaming, howling wind swept past her. She yelped, planted her palms to either side of the doorway - and Kes' eyes widened, her hands clapped to her ears, as pressure alerts started howling throughout the corridor. The door opened into a vast, starry expanse, glittering and infinite. Then with a buzzing POP a containment field snapped down, seconds before R'lash lost her grip. She stumbled, fell into the field, then recoiled and slammed onto the ground. She pushed herself backwards, green blood dripping from her nose, her suit in disarray.

"I don't recognize those stars," Ensign Wildman said, nervously, as the door shut with a hiss and click.

"Okay, we need a plan," Wacoche said. "But it seems that there's a dimensional flux-"

"Yeah no shit!" R'lash snapped.

"First thing, anyone have anything that can mark that door as dangerous?" Wacoche asked, turning to the group. Kes nodded, reached into her purse, and pulled out some of the bright red lipstick she had applied to her lips earlier today. She scrawled the symbol for pressure loss on the door - a circle with a zig zag down the center, representative of a cracked spacesuit visor. She stepped back and nodded.

"Okay!" she said.

"Now, if most of the crew are following Harry's suggestion," Wacoche said, frowning. "Then we may be one of the few mobile parties. Pathfinding through this is going to be...tricky. Suggestions?"

"W-We should check what we have access too!" Ensign Wildman said. "I have my xenobotany tools, a tricorder, a bag lunch, and a lunch pail."

"Why'd you pack two?" R'lash asked, her voice sharp.

"M-My husband always forgets his lunch," Wildman said, blushing.

"Oh," R'lash said, looking chagrined.

"We have the lipstick," Wacoche said.

"And we have a colt revolver and a 1911," Kes said, reaching into her handbag and drawing out the sleek, snubnosed .38 special, before nodding to R'lash, who blinked, then rummaged around under her suit jacket and tugged out her primitive firearm.

"Why do you have that?!" Wildman asked.

"For the holodeck," Kes said. "Don't worry, they're loaded with smart bullets, they're designed to avoid living targets."

"We can crack that pretty easy," R'lash said, grinning.

Wildman made a face. "I hate violent holodeck fantasies. Can't you people just enjoy a nice day on the beach or something?" She asked, sounding harried. "Or you can visit Leonardo DaVinchi!"

"That sounds boring as shit," R'lash said.

"I note I've never had to run into a holodeck gone amok..." Wildman muttered, while Wacoche sighed.

"So, for the plan..." he said, rubbing his jaw.

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CURRENT MOMENTUM: 0
CURRENT TRAITS: Dimesnisonal Fuckery Of Maximalized Degree (Disadvantage)

If you wanna do multiple things, you can do so! There's no time pressure...yet! Just use a plan vote if you want to do that.

[ ] Try and recruit Wildman's roommates - more hands make light a burden
[ ] Start checking doors systematically
[ ] Scan the door leading to vacuum, see if you can determine if something opens into a dangerous environment BEFORE opening it
[ ] Crack a wall panel and check the power and com-systems, see how the ship's still running power, figure out the rules of the dimensional fuckery
[ ] Head into either Brian or Ensign Wildman's rooms and start replicating shit
[ ] Write In​
[ ] Write In

Also, we're BACK BABY!
 
[X] Plan Do All The Things
-[X] Try and recruit Wildman's roommates - more hands make light a burden
-[X] Scan the door leading to vacuum, see if you can determine if something opens into a dangerous environment BEFORE opening it
-[X] Crack a wall panel and check the power and com-systems, see how the ship's still running power, figure out the rules of the dimensional fuckery

This will give us a way of figuring out how to figure out how to get anywhere, and more hands should make it easier.
 
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[X] Plan Do All The Things

Nice to see this back. Though Wildman would be surprised at the number of times the DaVinci program specifically ended up running amok (the studio liked using John Rhys-Davies).

Edit: I am a bit surprised that Wildman and her husband couldn't get couples quaters and instead room with other ensigns. Though maybe that was addressed in an earlier episode which I've forgotten.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on May 31, 2024 at 11:40 PM, finished with 12 posts and 10 votes.

  • [X] Plan Do All The Things
    -[X] Try and recruit Wildman's roommates - more hands make light a burden
    -[X] Scan the door leading to vacuum, see if you can determine if something opens into a dangerous environment BEFORE opening it
    -[X] Crack a wall panel and check the power and com-systems, see how the ship's still running power, figure out the rules of the dimensional fuckery
    [X] Try and recruit Wildman's roommates - more hands make light a burden


Recruiting the Wildman roomies isn't a roll - but the other two are checks, both diff 1!

As a reminder, that's 2d20 and you've got people skilled at each check (giving you a TN as listed at the top of the wizzowwleze)

Wizzowwleze is what cool people call "sticky posts" in sufficient velocity, trust me
 
See me rollin. I think we need 4d20s total?
Draz threw 4 20-faced dice. Total: 35
1 1 14 14 10 10 10 10
 
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Welcome back!

[X] Plan Do All The Things

Sure why not. :D

...Oh, though I looks like the vote may have closed between when I loaded this page earlier and when I finished typing the rest of this. Well, I'll cast it just in case I'm misinterpreting that, but it looks like that won anyway.

LilyWitch said:
Edit: I am a bit surprised that Wildman and her husband couldn't get couples quaters and instead room with other ensigns. Though maybe that was addressed in an earlier episode which I've forgotten.
Maybe her husband's stationed on the Val Jean at the moment, and their watches line up such that they both need to sleep on their respective ships but can meet up later in the day? ...But then there's the question of why that would be the case...
...Maybe the Sovereign class Voyager would have room for both of them, but the Val Jean doesn't, and her husband has some skill currently so needed on the Val Jean that he can't be stationed on Voyager?
 
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"Okay," Commander Wacoche said, turning to Wildman. "Get your roomates - we know that door leads to your room, and we'll need more hands."

"Yes sir!" she said, saluting, then turning and heading for the door. She hesitated for a moment, then touched the doorpad. The door wooshed open and her roommates - a pair of Benzites women - peered out. They both breathed sighs of relief as Wildman smiled and said. "Commander Wacoche wants us to work on solving this."

"All right," one said, while the other reached down to adjust her breather. The two of them fell in while Kes walked over to a wall panel. She fished around in her purse, then grinned fiercely as she pulled out a nail file.

"There we go!" she said, while R'lash started rapping on the door that she had marked with lipstick, her ear pressed against it. The wall panel swung open as Wacoche stepped over to watch the Romulan, curiously. She rapped again, and again, and again, then shook her head.

"I can't hear a vacuum," she said. "It sounds like there's air beyond there."

"There goes the low tech solution," Wacoche said, frowning slightly. "We could have the doors open a small amount - easier to close then?"

"Not exactly my favorite method," R'lash grumbled. "Also, why did it open the whole way? Shouldn't the computer be smarter than that?"

"The dimensional anomaly must be messing with the sensors," Wacoche said as Kes knelt before the wall panel, her arms reaching inside. SHe pulled out a few wires and leads, then called out to one of the Benzites.

"Hey, do you have a tricorder?" she asked.

The Benzite smiled behind her breather mask. "I do!" she held it out and then knelt down as Kes fed several EPS conduit lines into the tricorder's side attachments. They both leaned over the console as the Benzite girl whistled quietly. "Now that is odd."

"Report," Wacoche said, frowning slightly. As he did so, a uniform slapped his bare chest. He blinked, and saw that Wildman had tossed it to him, smiling sheepishly.

"I had the replicator fabricate you one," she said.

"Ah, thanks," Wacoche said, then stepped a bit to the side to begin tugging his uniform on. As he zipped it up, Kes read off the results on the tricorder.

"It looks, sir, like the EPS system is running at a lossless state. The localized computers are actually trying to damp the power down - they usually have to compensate for the power loss due to distance. It's not a huge difference, your cabling is already as close to a hundred percent efficient as entropy allows but...this...it's like every part of the table is literally adjacent to every other part of the cable."

"Now that's a trick," Wacoche said, tucking the zipper under his collar and frowning as his suit - which was in a generic size - felt out the contures of his body, then tightened subtly and fitted itself to him. Once it was done, he stepped over and knelt down to examine the tricorder too. "What about the computers?"

"The interconnections are all messed up," Kes said. "Some are out of range, some are closer than they should be."

"So, we have power, but the computer automation is going to be like...a man with a stroke," Wacoche said.

"Yeah that's about right," Kes said, nodding. Wildman winced at the metaphor.

The other Benzite and R'lash were scanning the doorway that led to vacuum. "Aha!" The benzite said. "There's a perceptible dimensional flux, which is subtly different from the other dimensional fluxes. There's a kind of lack of backpressure from the interfacing polarities of the-"

"Yo, Starfleet, we got a scan for vacuum," R'lash said, casually.

"It doesn't mean we can be sure every door we open is safe, though!" The other Benzite added, hurriedly. "It just means we can at least detect vacuum."

Commander Wacoche nodded. Then, turning to Kes, he frowned. "Do you think we could use the power conduits to send messages? I mean, a power conduit and an automation relay are only different in the wattage of the electrical energy being sent down them, right?"

The Benzite next to Kes frowned. "M-Maybe sir. But it will be, um...tricky." She nodded.

"it might blow out parts of the conduits," Kes said, firmly. "I was trained in how to overload sections of systems just like this." She patted the wall. "The only difference is these are harder to burn out because Starfleet builds their ships insanely safe and tough."

"I'm glad someone noticed," the Benzite next to her said, sighing. "I once served two months on a Klingon frigate as part of an officer exchange program and they nicknamed me Console because I once told a story about getting wounded by a console overloading. I...was going to point out that Starfleet has more wounded personal in ship battles because our ships survive to bring them home, but they never listened to the statistical breakdown. I even had a spreadsheet..." She blushed. "I-I'm rambling, aren't i? S-Sorry, I get nervous around Command officers. No offense, Wacoche."

"It's fine, Ensign..."

"Um, Tidak," she said, shyly.

"Tidak," Wacoche said, smiling, then glanced at the other Benzite.

"I'm Tiffany," she said.

"She was born in England," Wildman explained at Wacoche's arched eyebrows.

"I was not!" Tiffany sounded annoyed. "I was born in Ireland."

"A-Aren't those the same places?" Wildman asked, while Tidak sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just, from Alpha Centauri-"

"Yes, we know, from Alpha Centauri, everything on Earth looks the same to you, but Ireland is not England," Ensign Tiffany said, shaking her head so hard she had to adjust her breather mask. Wacoche hid a smile, then slid his hands into his pockets.

"All right," he said. "We have names, and we can identify vacuum..." He considered the options - since he was in command, after all.

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MOMENTUM: 2
CURRENT TRAITS: Dimensional Fuckery Of Maximalized Degree (Disadvantage)

You have R'lash, Wacoche and Kes, who all have their skills listed above in the spoilers. Wildman's skilled in Xenobotany, while Tidak is an expert in physics and Tiffany is an archeologist scanner technician. If you want to do a task, write in who does it! You can assign multiple people to add more dice, up to a total of 3 people working on a project!

[ ] Mark doors as vacuum doors
[ ] Begin working on sending communications through the EPS
[ ] Try and make workarounds for the "stroke" the ship's automation is having
[ ] Open doors carefully to find other hazards, then work on scans for them
[ ] Try to detect the source of the dimensional anomoly
[ ] Try and make space suits with their available replicator
[ ] Try and find space suits
[ ] Attempt to reach a specific part of the ship
[ ] Engineering​
[ ] Bridge​
[ ] Shuttle bay​
[ ] Holodecks​
[ ] Specific Crew Quarter​
[ ] Medical​
[ ] Science Bay​
[ ] Write In
 
The two girls stood in the doorway, blinking in confusion, as the very low-powered stun-beam crackleda long his face, stunning the hair folicles beneath and causing what little stubble had collected to pop out...
This does invite the question of why normal full power stun beams don't make everyone's hair fall out.

Then again, maybe the answer is "they do, I just never mentioned it before" which would be hilarious.

The PA crackled. Then a buzzing, hissing, crackling noise started to emerge from the speakers. After a second, it resolved into a bleeping noise - fast, then slow, then fast again. They all listened as R'lash crossed her arms over her chest. KEs shook her head - but Wacoche lifted his hand, silencing them all. The message continued, then stopped for about a minute, then started to repeat it. "It's old morse code," he said. "Orders from Ensign Harry, acting command from the bridge. I'm guessing Janeway isn't there. According to his orders, everyone should stay put and attempt to move very carefully."

"Screw that!" R'lash snapped. "I want to figure this shit out."
This is really nice. And then I'm thinking:

I absolutely get why Kim issued that order, becuse at this rate you just know some damn fool's going to open a door unnecessarily and it's going to vent the ship into outer space-

She scowled, then walked over to the door next to the holodeck - leading into the secondary deck. She thumbed it and the door opened...and screaming, howling wind swept past her. She yelped, planted her palms to either side of the doorway - and Kes' eyes widened, her hands clapped to her ears, as pressure alerts started howling throughout the corridor. The door opened into a vast, starry expanse, glittering and infinite. Then with a buzzing POP a containment field snapped down, seconds before R'lash lost her grip. She stumbled, fell into the field, then recoiled and slammed onto the ground. She pushed herself backwards, green blood dripping from her nose, her suit in disarray.

"I don't recognize those stars," Ensign Wildman said, nervously, as the door shut with a hiss and click.
AAAAHAHAAAA!

THAT EXACT THING HAPPENED IMMEDIATELY! :D

Wildman made a face. "I hate violent holodeck fantasies. Can't you people just enjoy a nice day on the beach or something?" She asked, sounding harried. "Or you can visit Leonardo DaVinchi!"

"That sounds boring as shit," R'lash said.

"I note I've never had to run into a holodeck gone amok..." Wildman muttered, while Wacoche sighed.
I'm beginning to sense a pattern with R'lash...

[] Scan the door leading to vacuum, see if you can determine if something opens into a dangerous environment BEFORE opening it

Oh. Nevermind.

I'd thought to vote for checking the power and com systems, but I'm afraid to open any access panels until we have a way of determining that they don't lead into an active volcano or something. Anyway, we'll see what happens!
 
This does invite the question of why normal full power stun beams don't make everyone's hair fall out.

Then again, maybe the answer is "they do, I just never mentioned it before" which would be hilarious.

The answer is that they're different beams! One is a generalized anesthetic, while one is tuned to hit hair follicles specifically and harder. Though, it's possible that hair loss does happen when you get stunned a whole lot in rapid succession.

I'd thought to vote for checking the power and com systems, but I'm afraid to open any access panels until we have a way of determining that they don't lead into an active volcano or something. Anyway, we'll see what happens!

Just be glad it's only space and not time so none of them open into Wolf-359
 
The other Benzite and R'lash were scanning the doorway that led to vacuum. "Aha!" The benzite said. "There's a perceptible dimensional flux, which is subtly different from the other dimensional fluxes. There's a kind of lack of backpressure from the interfacing polarities of the-"

"Yo, Starfleet, we got a scan for vacuum," R'lash said, casually.

"It doesn't mean we can be sure every door we open is safe, though!" The other Benzite added, hurriedly. "It just means we can at least detect vacuum."
Now what I really like is when you have someone who plays by the Starfleet book but who knows how to sarc-ass back at this kind of thing.

From my own characterizations, the To Boldly Go Eddie Leslie comeback would be:

"Yeah, you have a way to check for vacuum. That's gonna come in handy. Now, got a way to check if the other side of the door is a couple of hundred meters underwater, or if there's a hangry tiger on the other side?"

"She was born in England," Wildman explained at Wacoche's arched eyebrows.

"I was not!" Tiffany sounded annoyed. "I was born in Ireland."

"A-Aren't those the same places?" Wildman asked, while Tidak sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just, from Alpha Centauri-"

"Yes, we know, from Alpha Centauri, everything on Earth looks the same to you, but Ireland is not England," Ensign Tiffany said, shaking her head so hard she had to adjust her breather mask. Wacoche hid a smile, then slid his hands into his pockets.
This is why I hug-voted the chapter. This.

...

Of course, vacuum is still the most likely hazard.

[] Plan Spread Out A Bit
-[] Open doors carefully to find other hazards, then work on scans for them
-[] Mark doors as vacuum doors
-[] Try and make space suits with their available replicator
-[] Try and find space suits
 
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