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TDRP005: USS Durant, 160507 - "Ashes"

Posted: 160506.1634
by Poison Toocool
===EXTERNAL MESSAGE===

TO: CHIEF OF STARFLEET OPERATIONS
COMMODORE KINNEY RANDT

FROM: USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
VESTA CLASS NCC 780304
LOCATION: PINASTRI PRIME
STATUS: GEOSYNCHRONOUS ORBIT
STARDATE 160506

REPORT:


The USS Taylorholic Durant assumed orbit of Pinastri Prime at 0412 hours Pinastri Mean Time on stardate 160506. Department heads have been instructed to allow Shore Leave for appropriate personnel. Stewards and Quartermaster to resupply. Engineering to check all systems are fully repaired after our experience in the Farn Sector. All stations report green. Detailed reports on our diplomatic missions to follow. Awaiting further orders.

SIGNED
FLEET CAPTAIN POISON TOOCOOL
COMMANDING OFFICER


===MESSAGE ENDS===


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Re: TDRP005: USS Durant, 160507 - "Ashes"

Posted: 160507.1322
by Poison Toocool
CAPTAIN'S LOG
STARDATE 160507
USS T. DURANT
READY ROOM
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I was preparing to beam down to Pinastri Colony for a meeting scheduled at 160507.1030. I had my PADD and my summer jacket as I had heard the weather was warm, and I was on my way to Transporter Room Two when I was hailed by the Durant bridge. The XO's shuttle had gone down and she was not responding. Moreover, there were distress calls from the surface. Something to do with a Volcano? I quickly turned around and made my way to the bridge, giving orders on the fly for medical to prepare for triage and evacuation, for OPs and Engineering to ensure we had shields, transporters and medical equipment at full capacity. Shuttle pilots were to stand by. I was considering various options in my mind as the turbo rose to the bridge. Cheryl's safety was a concern, as well as the status of our crew on Shore Leave.. but if the Colony was affected there could be hundreds of cadets and officers who needed assistance.

"Report," I said as the turbo lift doors opened. As the snippets of information that had been received from the surface were relayed to me I began to understand the scope of the devastation.

"Engineering," I punched my combadge, "Prepare to enter orbit. Operations, hail the Sheppard and the Maxwell. Medical, coordinate with Maxwell and Sheppard medical teams and commence evacuation. Anyone on board not needed for primary system monitoring is to go to Cargo Bay Three and assist in triage." My crew - the skeleton crew left on the ship as we resupplied and took a break from duties - lept into action.

We took her down into atmosphere and came to a point just aft of the main Colony. Using sensors and communications we did our best to locate people in the wreckage via combadge or lifesigns, but it was difficult. The massive heat of the volcano interfered with readings. We started to coordinate with medical and rescue on the surface. I hoped those members of my crew who were down there were alright, and if they were, I knew that they would be trying to help.

Soon both sickbay and our triage in Cargo Bay Two were full of the injured. The Maxwell, being more fully staffed than we, were dealing with the most critical patients. We coordinated with them and the surface to take those less needful but still the rows of patients suffering from burns and smoke inhalation grew. Most painful to me were the young cadets, many hardly more than twenty. The shock in their eyes was hard to see. I visited as many as I could to reassure them, but no one could deny the deathtoll from this tragedy would be high.

The statistics and the records are yet to come but there is no doubt that each of us lost friends or family today. The fierceness of Mother Nature cannot be denied. How such a massive explosion occurred without any warning, has Science flummoxed.

To end on a happy note, I received a message from the Maxwell to say that my XO had been found, treated, and released.

Toocool out.

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