Deck 4 (aft) - Main Shuttlebay

The ship's most commonly used small craft are located in the Main Shuttlebay.  There is space for two of the larger Type 6/7 shuttles and the small Shuttlepods.

Although larger craft are technically located in the aft shuttlebay at the rear of the ship behind Main Engineering, any shuttlebay type activity can be posted here

-----> From Outside the Ship

... the morning after the reception on Starbase 211, all available officers are directed to attend the ceremony to pipe the Captain aboard ...

"I will admit, this is a strange way to transfer command of a starship," whispers Commodore Walsh, commanding officer of Starbase 211 as the crew of USS Phoenix assembles on the deck of the Suttlebay.  "But the tradition isall the more necessary given the circumstances."

Before the Commodore can make any more observations to whichever officers choose to listen, Shuttlepod A begins it's final approach.

As the shuttle pod docks among the smartly dressed and well turned out assembly of officers and crew, the youngest crewman reads a statement from her PADD, "The practice of piping was originally used to give orders on warships when shouted orders could not have been heard over wind and cannon fire. The tradition of piping an officer aboard their vessel is the traditional ceremonial welcome for a senior officer, normally the Captain. It was believed that failing to pipe the Captain aboard their vessel would doom the ship to be damaged and sunk in storms at sea."

As the shuttlepod doors hiss open, she raises the bosun's pipe to her lips and plays the short-long-short tones that indicate that the Captain has come aboard.

Commodore Walsh steps forward to meet the Captain as she emerges from the shuttlepod and reads aloud the ceremonial orders, "Ahoy Captain T'Leera. You are forthwith ordered to proceed to Starbase 211 in which USS Phoenix may find herself to be moored and, upon arrival, report to your immediate superior in command, for duty as commanding officer of USS Phoenix."

Kotar watched and listened in delight. This was exactly the sort of cultural and social details he had hoped to explore during his sojourn with Starfleet. The connection of history back to water-borne navies and ancient ceremonial practices were deeply embedded in the Klingon military traditions, and the added frisson of a possible curse upon the ship if the ceremony was not performed tickled his sense of the occult. His eyes flickered across the gathered officers and crew, picking out those he had already met - at least briefly in coming aboard himself, and identifying other aliens among the mostly human crowd.

His height gave him a distinct observational advantage and his rank and position put him towards the front of the small throng. He held himself at parade rest, ready to salute the captain when she arrived. He was eager to get under weigh.

The Captain waited patiently for the shuttle to dock. She did not fidget, fuss with her uniform or do any of the hundreds of other things that others might do. She was Vulcan and thus quite ready for the ceremony despite this being her first time on the receiving end.

She was ready and standing by the ramp when the shuttle landed and the ramp lowered and walked down with her head high.

"Commodore Walsh. My orders are understood and will be obeyed. Permission to come aboard," she said in the ancient tradition of Earth's wet navies.

"Permission granted." the Commodore replies. "As raking officer, I stand relived. You have the watch Captain." he adds with a wide grin.

T'leera relaxed from her at ease position and held her hand up to the Commodore. "I accept Command of the USS Phoenix and relieve you of command, sir. Live long and prosper."

She turned to look at the gathered crew and gave them all a nod. "I look forward to serving with you and getting to know you."

Her eyes seemed to sweep each and everyone of them as she walked onto the deck. "This ship has a stain upon it that I intend to clean. To do that, I need each of you to perform admirably and with an eye towards Starfleet regulations. If we work together this ship, like her namesake, will rise from the ashes and be reborn.

"Stations please. Prepare for us to get underway. I will announce our orders shortly. Dismissed."

Norn simply waited in his dress attire throughout the ceremony. It was important to be here, of course, but he very badly wanted to return to his duties. There was a lot of gear he was going to have to requisition to get working.

Valéria had stood at perfect attention through the ceremony in her dress uniform like it was the most normal thing in the world. Truth be told, she liked these old traditions. It made her feel a connection to Earth's past, and the navies of old. Like they were all part of a single line of people, though she was in space now instead of on turbulent waters in a wooden vessel.

When the new Captain dismissed the assembled crew, Valéria snapped off a crisp salute, before turning on her heel and making for the nearest exit. Before she left, she exchanged a few hushed words with her hand-picked security team. That done, she hurriedly went to her room to change before she started her official duties on the bridge.

The real work wouldn’t start until the ship got somewhere interesting, but there were still a lot of things to do.  New ship, new position, new colleagues.  But the ceremonies had to be observed, so Iren stood there, in dress uniform.  Truth to tell, he wasn’t that eager to take up the non-scientific duties that awaited him, so a delay wasn’t unwelcome.

Once dismissed, he headed for quarters to change and head to the bridge,  Checking out Stellar Cartography would have to wait until the ship was underway.  The bridge crew should all be at their stations for departure.

-----> to Bridge

Norn activated his com. "Lt. Serrano, I'm going to briefly review the shuttle bay where the crewman was injured earlier. I'm going to see if I can find something suspicious with the cargo systems or if there's anything else out of place. If I find anything of interest, I'll let you know."

Sirin didn't want to bother the Lt. unless there was something actually here for her to investigate, so decided to leave it up to her if she wanted to check this out personally. If he found anything suspicious, it would require the services of ship's security, but this was still technically an investigation into a malfunction.

The first thing he did of course, checked the maintenance logs around the time of the injury, or any time on the cargo system, to see if any unusual commands were responsible.

Then he'd manually check the system to see if there had been more direct sabotage of the system, or if there was some mechanical failure this could be blamed on.

Perform a Scan 09:33, Today: Starfleet, on behalf of Lieutenant(jg) Sirin Norn, rolled 11 using 2d6+3 ((5,3)). STRONG SUCCESS

Checking the maintenance logs of Mockingbird you find nothing is amiss, but your follow up manual inspection of the shuttle reveals another instance of tampering. Buried deep in the subroutines that manage the functions of the inertial dampeners, there is a malformed algorithm. Nothing serious enough to cause the dampeners to fail, but enough that there would be some lag before they kicked in.  The result would be just the kind of hard jostling after evasive manoeuvers that resulted in MacLearen being shaken up and smashing himself against the shuttle control panel.

Someone definitely set the shuttle up to fail. If the aim was to hurt MacLearen they were certainly successful, but if it was a deliberate attack on the young pilot, you can't be sure.

Norn frowned and tapped his comm. Norn to Lt. Serranno.

There is a deep buried algorithm that caused lag in the internal dampeners. You wouldn't notice it unless you experienced a sudden burst of acceleration or deceleration.

This is consistent with the injuries to hurt MacLearen. This would have had to have been entered manually.

There's no way this error is anything but sabotage. Inertial dampers are designed to scream if there's anything wrong with them and they have quadruple redundant safeties."
This message was last edited by the player at 23:09, Sun 27 Mar 2022.

++Acknowledged Lieutenant Norn. Would you please send me copies of your findings, as well as the technical information that would normally handle the inertial dampners? I'd like to be able to make accurate references in my report. Please let me know if you find anything else.++ she commed back.

Gathering that information now. I'll forward it to as soon as I'm done here.

Do we need to get together to do the security upgrades to the ship to lock out all the old access codes and such?

@Sirin - seems like the Science Officer is onto something... you can network any command surface on the ship and collaborate from there, but the 'pool table' in Main Engineering has a lot of .... err .... enhanced cognitive routing (yeah, that's the ticket) that would be a big help.

<--- from sickbay

@Sirin
The shuttlebay is empty, save for a few technicians going over Shuttlepod A completing a routine inspection of the hull plates. You find Mockingbird where you left her, grounded pending the results of your ongoing accident investigation. Once on board, you immediately notice that the floor access panel has been removed. Upon further inspeciton, you are not surprised to find that the compromised A23-gamma sub-processors with their infected revision 17.3 firmware are gone...

Sirin packed up and finished after a few minutes. There was little else to do.

They desperately needed to find that saboteur, though.