[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1226
Bridge
USS Shiva

He felt the ship stop.

Just stop with a forceful jerk that had almost had him colliding with the nearest wall. He balanced himself again once he was sure he was not going to be thrown around like a salad. Not that he did not mind being thrown around but he mused as he looked around to make sure no one was hurt, that was not the point. He had done enough of that on Delta over the years. Seeing no one was hurt, he continued on his journey, towards the bridge where he was sure Andrew was giving out orders. Finding the said man doing just that, he grinned for a moment before schooling his features.

"What happened?" he asked Erickson. Hearing a reply, he screwed face and let out few colourful words. He didn't think anything topped getting locked in a room with a crazy AI loose on Iliad, however this was heading for his top 10. Inhaling he rubbed his temple, "Joy!" he softly exclaimed. They flew through something? Soon enough word arrived that hyper drives were offline and when they would be back online was hard to say.

Swell, he thought, "I"ll go and look what is wrong," he took few steps back to leave the area, "Steller," he called out to the XO of Shiva, "Try finding the nearest planet with the gate. Tell them Wizard is asking for Greasemonkey."

This baby needed to be back in action and soon.

<<Tag: Whoever wants to jump in>>

((YAY!! I'm gonna RP with myself o.o))

[Clark Reed]

1226
Navigation
USS Shiva

Clark was happy. More happy than he'd been in a long time. He was on his way to fly with his favorite pilot, Koren, and in a current non-combat zone, no less. Good flying with a good pilot in a good local; what more could a RECO ask for? Clark was busy studying the navigation information for the Shiva. She may be a fully fledged starship with a complete crew, but an extra pair of eyes on a Nav console in a completely unmapped part of space was always helpful, but in this case, Clark's main job was to catalogue anomalies, of which there were numerous. At the moment, Shiva's long-range scans were picking up previously undiscovered moons and planet clusters from what used to be considered nebula's on earth, and it was Clark's job to confirm the findings and recheck the math for distance from Shiva to the anomaly and distance from Shiva to earth and to draw the final line of the triangle. It was basic geometry; stuff Clark did on a daily basis in the flyer to calculate closing rates and times to intercept targets for the pilots, so it was nearly busy work for him.

Suddenly a loud ping came through as the computer spit out an anomalous reading, but this time the x value was simply "0". Clark scoffed to himself, then requested the computer re-ping the anomaly. The loud ping came again almost as soon as Clark entered the command with the same result "0". Suddenly, the whole navigation deck went dark. Every read-out screen went blank, then rebooted with the same error message "signal lost. retrying |\-/|\-/|"

Clark picked up his headset and put it on, activating the wireless closed-circuit comm unit. "Reed to Engineering." No response. Not even static, "Reed to Bridge." Once again, silence. Clark stood up and leaned over his desk and addressed another navigations officer, "Can you raise anyone on comms?" The man looked back at him and shook his head. "Dammit." Reed said, pondering what to do. He stood up and went for the door...and almost ran into it. The automated door system was offline as well. Clark hit the manual release and pulled the doors open and jogged down the hallway toward engineering.

Clark rounded a corner and saw Colonel Oxford walking down the hall toward engineering as well, "Travis!" Clark called; they had known each other from when Clark was Koren's RECO on Delta. After what they all went through there, unless they had a serious problem with one another, most Delta personal were on first name basis with one another, "We dead in the water?"

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1226
Navigation
USS Shiva

He was about to turn another corner when a voice halted his strides, facing the its owner Travis took a note of Reed coming his way. As the question reached his ear, the Colonel nodded, "Yep," he confirmed, "We are just about to go and see what else is needed to be looked at." Not having James around to help was picking at him. He was used to his former XO having a tools ready to fix anything on the ships of this scale.

Sighing, "Long ranger hyper drives are off line. If we can manage short range jump, we will have to do just that." That was if the cruisers CO allowed it. It wasn't his ship.

Gazing at Reed, "What have you got on the neighborhood so far? How far are we from the base?" He needed access to the nearest gate ASAP.

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((Short post, muse was dying while waiting O.O))