Pacifica #81"
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Riaan, Operations Manager, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.27 1620

Riaan turned and looked at the Captain, "sir can I please be excused and help in assisting with the cleanup and finding temporary quarters for those that have any."

Hunter nodded, "dismissed."

Riaan excused herself and left the bridge, based on reports deck five was the heaviest hit.

Riaan entered the turbolift, "Computer: deck five."

=Deck Five=

As Riaan exited the turbolift she quickly accessed the area. The stench of human flesh burned was over whelming and there were conduits etc. down with trapped crew.

It appeared as if part of the deck was unassessable lights were blinking on the side panel displaying the deck she was on. There was a large hole in the ship where Intel once was and Riaan highly doubted that it would exist now. That area was sealed off completely, including the escape pod access. Riaan wondered how many crew died. The only thing accessible that Riaan could tell was the brig, security and the armory she needed to check each area carefully and get everyone out that she could.

Riaan figured that sickbay had a make shift morgue and they could tend to the dead on this deck and wherever else others had died.

As she stepped closer she spotted a young ensign in pain she knew that there wasn't' much she could do. She walked over to him and bent down. "Hello my name is Riaan I have come to help."

The ensign looked up and let out a last sigh of breath and his hand went limp. Riaan couldn't remember the last time she saw this kind of devastation.

Further down she saw a trapped crewman with a beam across his leg, this is Riaan to sickbay need help on deck five as soon as possible, trapped crewman, he has profusive bleeding and a steel beam on top of his leg pinning him, smoke heavy on deck five. As Riaan started chocking. She tried her best to cover her face with her uniform to prevent inhaling the toxic fumes.

Riaan tried to budge the beam but it was too heavy she needed to wait for help. Some slowly made their way to the turbolift. Riaan wanted to make sure this deck was clear before proceeding onto other decks but her priority was the deck heaviest hit. She needed a way to secure the Armory in case of further explosions which could tear the ship apart.

I'll lock onto their combadge and beam them straight to sickbay.

A few seconds later the crewman was gone. Riaan began checking for any other survivors but found none.

As Riaan tried to think in the dense smoke she knew that the weapons and what not needed to be stored else where and the best place for now was Deck 10 Combat Equipment Bay where the Marines where located safest place as any thought Riaan.

Riaan to Ensign Jessie Nolley, PO Erik Herford, Ensign Neil Pantaleo, and Ensign Avis Tripodi report to deck five I need you to get these weapons out of here and store them in the Equipment Bay on Deck 10.

Slowly everyone reported in and were on there way to start getting the weapons and what not out of here before further damage could be done whether they could access the weapons armory was unclear as Riaan was assisting another crewmember.

As the other Op's Officer arrived Riaan warned them all to be careful and not to set off any sort of explosions or fires or it could tear the ship apart.

The five proceeded towards the armory to begin transport of the weapons and what not.

As soon as they got close they realized they had a problem gaining access, the door to the armory was inaccessible and it was going to take a few minutes just to clear a path to the armory.

After not finding any survivors Riaan headed over to assist in getting the weapons off of deck five.

Debris was piled to the side. At least the transporter was still active that would help save time and get the hell of there in case any more ruptures occurred.

Riaan turned to PO Erik Herford, "have you scanned the weapons for any signs of leakage."

"Yes ma'am none this room was well designed it may have been designed with reinforced inertial dampening fields and if it wasn't for that this ship would have been torn apart by now."

"Good job Erik," as she smiled at him.

Riaan to transporter room lock onto our combadges and transport to deck ten equipment bay where the marines are. We are clearing the armory.

Ensign Thames here, understood.

Slowly the Armory became bare. It took several trips to clear the armory and everyone was sweating profusiously and the body odor was another story in itself.

As they gathered the last of the weapons Riaan heard a whining sound which didn't sound right possibly an air leak Everyone lets get out of here before the atmosphere deteriorates or something this deck is now insecure as she yelled at her crew.

Transporter room lock onto our combadges and get us out here.

A few seconds later Riaan was on standing on the transporter pad along with her five op's officers. Great job everyone we still have a lot more work ahead and if we keep pushing hopefully by the end of the day we should gain an upper hand. Spread out and see what needs to be done.

Riaan watched as her officers left and Riaan stood there for a few seconds catching her breathe.