Threat Assessment
Posted on 04 Sep 2025 @ 4:59am by Lieutenant Aev Flammia
424 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Fractured Accord
Location: USS Arawyn
= USS Arawyn =
Aev was on his way to the bridge when the turbolift shuddered violently beneath him, throwing him against the rail. The deck thrummed with the echo of the shockwave, alarms already howling as the lift doors slid open onto the bridge. He stepped out sharply, eyes narrowing at the sudden chaos enveloping the ship before focusing on tactical. A young ensign stood frozen at the console, knuckles white against the controls.
“Move,” Aev said, not unkindly but with no room for hesitation. The ensign scrambled aside, and Aev slid into place, hands already working the board as his violet eyes poured over the sensor returns. The console’s crimson indicators bled across his vision as he searched for the logic behind the chaos. Navigational buoys didn’t just explode like that. Sensor data streamed in: shockwave vectors, energy dispersal patterns, debris scatter. Nothing matched a system’s failure.
His eyes lifted to the viewscreen, where the Newton listed awkwardly, a horrific portrait with its damaged nacelle flickering erratically.
“Tactical,” Corbin ordered, eyes snapping to Lieutenant Flammia as he took his post, “raise shields, full spread. Is there anything on scans we should be aware of? Science, give me a read on that debris field, top priority.”
“Yes, Captain,” Aev replied, eyes shifting back to his console as fresh data cascaded across the display. His hands slid over the controls, shields rising with a low hum of power. Tactical scanners swept the immediate area, dissecting the debris field for any sign of a secondary threat.
He keyed in a command, directing the computer to isolate the buoy’s last telemetry before detonation and cross-reference it against standard operational profiles. The system crunched the data, then extended the comparison across the rest of the network.
“No other threats detected at present,” Aev reported, though his gaze lingered on the fluctuating readouts, unwilling to trust the silence of the sensors.
“Commander Boren, prepare a team. You’ll transport with Security and Medical if necessary, to stabilize the nacelle and sweep for secondary issues.” She glanced back at Aev for his acknowledgement of assembling a team.
Aev looked up, offering the Captain a measured nod of acknowledgment. He tapped his commbadge. “Ensign Scott, meet me in the transporter room. We’ll be going over to the Newton with Engineering and Medical.”
Turning to the young security ensign beside him, his expression softened just slightly. “Steady now, Ensign. You know your training, just trust it. You’ll be fine.”
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Lieutenant Aev Flammia
Chief of Security
USS Arawyn
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