Sam here. A lot's happened this past 24 hours. For starters, the commander was posting comments. In the middle of a crisis situation. That's the major thing. We had a crisis. We're fine now and waiting for clearance to land at a different site. Hopefully, we'll be safe until we can figure out what had happened. Colored text: Pinkish-purple=me. Blue=Doc. Orange=Jenkins. Green=Hattery.
I was in the operations room when alarms started going off.
Ma'am, you'll want to see this. Massive surge of Sigma in the area.
Lieutenants Greene and O'Connor walked in. Along with Doc.
Is it true?
Before I could respond, Hattery's voice came over the intercom: Our instruments up here are picking up Sigma. Please tell me it's a false alarm.
Jenkins told me it wasn't. We had to act, fast. Doc, get the med-bay prepared, just in case. Keep an eye on Keith as well. Greene, get your squad ready and go on constant patrol throughout the plane. Make sure we are airtight. O'Connor, get your squad ready, have them prepare for possible boarders. Hattery, get us in the air ASAP. Am I clear? Questions?
They all started moving. This was bad. Ma'am? This surge came out of nowhere. I've never seen anything like it. Are we even prepared for this? And where's the commander?
Just focus on those readings, lieutenant. I want to know where this is coming from.
Another alarm went off. Proximity alarm! Port side wing. Near engine 3. Footage. He pointed at a monitor. The image was very difficult to see, but there was a figure standing looking straight at the camera.
Can you enhance it any, Jenkins?
Negative. This is the best we can get. I'll keep an eye on it. Shouldn't the commander be out here, taking charge in this kind of situation?
He should, yes. But forget about him. We have a job to do. If he wants to stay in that office, than at least he's out of my way.
He looked like he was about to say something. But he got cut off by the intercom. It was Doc. Sam, I'm looking at these readings. There are enough particles out there to kill any of us with only a half-second of exposure. There's nothing I can really do. If we get a breach... He didn't need to finish that thought.
I know. I'm going to the cockpit to see why we aren't in the air yet. Jenkins, keep an eye on our 'friend' out there.
On the way, I passed by Raven squad. They were in full protective gear. Not that it would do them any good. At least it made them feel safer. All three pilots were in the cockpit. Hattery, Dixon, and the Russian ensign who claims to be the best pilot that Russia's ever seen. I wouldn't know. Lieutenant! Why aren't we in the air yet?
Hattery answered without turning. Engines aren't igniting. I don't know why. The fuel is reaching them. The lines are fine. But they just aren't igniting. I looked at the ensign. He was intently watching his panel. He then called Hattery's attention to something. That might just work. Let's give it a try, what have we got to lose, eh? It's going to be a while, ma'am, go ahead on back to the ops center. Let us fly-boys handle this.
I walked on back to the operations control. It was a while before anything happened. Raven and Bear kept reporting no activity. Jenkins let me know when the figure vanished. Suddenly we started moving. I walked to the intercom. Results?
Kind of. We're moving. Just not the way we want to. Engines are working for reverse thrust, but not forward thrust. I'm thinking that, maybe, if we move back far enough, we might be able to get forward thrust. It was a sound plan. As long as we didn't hit anything. Jenkins called my attention to the monitors. The figure had appeared at two other locations before disappearing again. Along with all traces of the Sigma. Hattery came over the intercom again. Everyone strap in! We're going to start take-off procedures. With luck it'll work. Next stop, anywhere but here.
We were in the air shortly afterwards. Currently, Jenkins and his team are looking at the still frames from the camera recordings. Doc's doing examinations of everyone to make sure that none of were introduced to Sigma. We're waiting for clearance to land. And I'm completely pissed at the commander. It can go down here, in record. That was completely out-of-line. He should have been out here when the first alarm went off. Instead, he stayed in that office, writing comments on blogs. I'll keep you all posted. Lieutenant Commander Sam Cartwright, signing off.