RP Log: Firefighting and a Floor Show
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- Central Corridor <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
- This narrow corridor provides access to the various compartments of the multi-mission variant of the Arrow-class runabout. To aft is the conference room/mess hall, to fore is the staging area, and further to fore is the cockpit.
Miri grins and shakes her head. "Nothing is wrong," she answers, bringing the mug of Klingon coffee back up to her mouth. She takes a small sip and tightens her jaw as she tastes it. It's not a favorite.
"...Except the Klingons' idea of what coffee should taste like," she adds.
Cris hrrrms over to Ryi. "Well. We're trapped inside the Hur'q vessel while it proceeds at warp to a destination unknown." he turns. "I'll write up a summary, Lieutenant, and forward it. But we made contact with the Hur'q. got some useful information and medical scans, and then the Phoenix ran into some sort of temporal anomaly and a Dominion battleship."
To Miri, he smirks, eyes glittering just a little. Okay, maybe he takes a /tiny/ amount of pleasure in what comes out of his mouth next. "Well. Maybe Dr. Coil doesn't know everything, after all."
Choma enters, "No sign of any of the elders yet this morning. And _Doctor_," Hatter says with a nod to Miri, "Coil better know something. We have made a claim that we can help, so we need to find a way to do so."
Miri grins up at Cris. "A scientist pursues knowledge, they do not hoard it," she answers playfully, bringing the mug of raktajino up near his nose for a moment, just to tick him off a little bit. As Choma enters, Miri raises her hand in a motionless wave. "Commander," she greets.
Ramirez again wrinkles his nose as the mug of what Miri purports to be a potable beverage is brought up to his nose. He shudders a little. "The man might know science. But his choice of beverage is horrific. And that guy? I suspect he hoards plenty of knowledge." His eyes turn, then, to Choma.
"You've got that right, sure. Let's hope the man's knowledge is as comprehensive as his ego."
"Raktajino isn't that bad, but I hate being too wired when I fly, Espada," Hatter says. He looks over everyone, "Thoughts on what we should ask when we get the opportunity?"
Miri grins up at Ramirez and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. At Choma's question, Counselor Telula is ready to nod enthusiastically. "Well, naturally, avenues will make themselves known as we go, but right out of the gate, I'd want them to get to work on the data from the Medical Tricorder. I'm hoping for a total map of the brain structure. Ideally, we want to identify which areas are responsible for handling emotions and which are responsible for their impulse control. They could have a structure like our own, with the more primal functions concentrated together."
"We'd also want a workup of their brain chemistry. Neurotransmitters, in particular. Once we know how signals are transferred, we can explore how to interrupt those signals," she adds.
Cris looks over to Miri. Then Choma. "Raktajino is what happens when you let Klingons take a civilized drink like coffee and tinker. Philistines." He sniffs, elitism pouring from him. Though to be fair, it doesn't seem to be bone deep.
After a moment's consideration, he add after Miri speaks, "Clarification on what a cycle is. A comprehensive description of the effects the fungus had on them, so we can document physiological effects, and map them to the study Miri just proposed. Also -- any information or myths they have, culturally about temporal anomalies, after what happened with Phoenix yesterday. Maybe there's a clue in there that will help us, or Phoenix."
Ryu rubs her chin with one of her hands and says "I will need to examine the scans that have been taken and I will need to take scans of the area of space the Phoenix was in when they were effected by the Temporal anomoly so I can cross reference it with records of anomolies that have been recorded in the past, we could be dealing with a connection between these evvents then again it just might be a case of coincidence"
The deck plating rumbles slightly as the outer doors of the landing bay open.
Choma listens, "Sounds like something is happening, we should go see what is going on."
Mmhm. Miri heads in the direction of the cockpit.
- Launch Bay <HS SazekRaar>
- The largest internal compartment on the port side of the vessel is the launch bay. From here, fighter craft can be quickly dispatched to defend the ship and attack its prey.
- Bay doors are open.
- Out the landing bay doors: The white hue of the nearby star can be seen.
The bay is empty, except for your shuttle and the three of you.
Choma leads the group out of the Alazeya, his eyes going to the open bay door and looking to see if he can figure out where they are.
Counselor Telula follows Choma out of the Alazeya and turns towards the open doors. "I guess that's what we heard," she points out.
Ramirez brings up his PADD and snaps a picture of the stars. Several, actually
Choma muses as he looks at the view, "Northwest of where we were. Even deeper into Dominion space then, most likely."
A barrage of tapping echoes through the deck plating.
The silhouette of a Jem'Hadar Fighter streaks by the open bay doors.
"There weren't other ships in here when we arrived," Miri comments. "Maybe they're preparing for an arrival."
Choma swears in Betazoid.
Ramirez swears in Spanish.
The vessel is buffeted as something strikes the external hull. Beams of weapons fire light up the bay entrance as they streak by the ship.
Ramirez looks over to Choma as beam weapons being firing. "Standing here, unprotected, in a bay open to space is maybe not the best idea, sir. Not while an active engagement is taking place."
Choma nods to Ramirez and looks over at Alazeya, "But if their dampening field is deployed, we'll be in worse shape if we try to power up, Espada. We're better here trusting our Hosts to see to our safety." He grimaces, "Plus the cloak wouldn't be effective in that environment out there, and it'd only call attention to us."
Ramirez shakes his head. "I'm just saying, maybe EVA suits. Not powering the Alazeya up."
Miri glances at Ramirez, seeming to follow his line of thinking. "They could lose lift support," she suggests. "Besides, if the doors are open, I think we can expect an arrival. I'd hate for it to be a crew of young Hur'q."
An enraged Hur'q warrior, storms through the bay from an unseen entrance. Its path directly intersecting with the runabout. It doesn't swerve around, instead it climbs deftly over the craft to the far side, driving towards the doorway.
Choma looks at the new arrival and moves, drawing Miri and Cris with him out of the way of the Hur'q as he realizes that the Hur'q was mindlessly heading for it's objective.
Ramirez doesn't resist being pushed aside, obviously, and just sort of watches. "Well. This sucks."
Miri lets Choma lead her out of the way. She made her opinion known and, for now, is content to let this play out.
Choma watches all around, "That was unexpected, but apparently we're harmless enough that in this time, we didn't spark any unwanted interaction."
Out the bay doors, a Jem'Hadar Fighter makes a beeline for the entrance to the bay. Its flight pattern suggesting it is barely in control, but there is no mistaking its intent. Weapons fire from something, possibly the vessel you are on, strikes the Fighter causing it to roll. Pieces of the fighter fling off, just before it striked the entrance. The vessel shields stop most of the debris, but a flaming mass of the Fighter careens through the bay, striking the deck plating, eventually slamming into the far wall. The chunk, still considerable in size, burns as flames billow off of it. The bay begins to fill with a pudrid smoke.
Ramirez doesn't waste time reacting. A strong hand falls on Choma's shoulder, then Miri's. While it's not a physical attack, he is /very strongly/ physically suggesting both of them turn to the Alazeya. "Move! Now!" Both are pushed in the direction of the airlock, unless they resist. "Come on!"
Choma shrugs off Cris, "Get an extinguisher out of the runabout. Let's get the flames under control for our Hosts." He frowns a moment and says, "And if you aren't armed with a type-1, get armed as well. Just in case there's survivors."
Ramirez turns, and points to the mass of flames and smoke. The heat of the conflagration can likely be felt across the bay. "Sir, fighting that with hand equipment and no PPE is insane. At least put on flightsuits so we aren't breathing whatever is in that smoke."
Counselor Telula watches over her shoulder as she's shoved towards the runabout. Her natural curiosity slows her down a little bit, but it's fairly trivial to move her along. She heads inside.
Choma nods slowly, "Flightsuits then as well, but be quick. Hand units will keep that fire at bay and we don't know what the Hur'q will do to put it out. They may not be able to."
[Airlock <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>] Ramirez moves past, shaking his head. He glances over. "Stay smart, Miri."
Ramirez sticks his head out. "Need the EVA locker opened sir, I have no access."
[Flight Suit (9125): Hatter (ICE): Test]
Espada quickly gear up, sealing his visor with a flick of his hands. He makes an 'okay' symbol at Hatter.
[Flight Suit (9125): Espada (ICE): Copy. You got me?]
[Flight Suit (9125): Hatter (ICE): 5x5]
Hatter grabs the fire fighting equipment and hands it to Espada, "Ok, let's go.
Espada lowers the visor on Flight Suit (52577).
Espada nods, checking the charge on the kit. "Set."
[Flight Suit (9125): You lower the visor on Flight Suit (9125).]
- Launch Bay <HS SazekRaar>
Espada comes out of the airlock at a job, wearing a flight suit with its visor lowered and gloves forced active. In his hands, he carries a fire extinguisher. The safing pin is yanked out and dropped as he moves. "Dunno how much we can do with this."
Hatter moves towards the fire closest to the Alazeya and begins to apply the extinguisher, "We'll keep it away from the Alazeya and fight it back as we can."
Espada nods. "Got it." He glances over and sees Miri at the boarding hatch on the runabout. In his sealed flightsuit, he nods to her. And then he starts moving towards the fiery, smoky wreckage burning across the way.
Counselor Telula emerges from the Alazeya, remaining close to the airlock. "Two," she announces. "Two EVA suits. The rest of us can hold our breath if something happens." She goes back inside.
Hatter cotinues to work on fighting back the fire, keeping the Alazeya protected from the flames as best as he can with Espada's help.
Espada fights the fire the way God and Smokey intended, by spraying the anti-fire agent at the base of the flame. Even in the flightsuit, he's sweating from the effort and the radiant heat of the fire.
Hatter turns to stop another flame path from getting any closer, not having an easy time with this one unlike the last one.
Espada moves up to try to keep even with Hatter as they clear a path in the direction of the blasted, burning hunk of wreckage. He makes very little progress as he goes., muttering under his breath as the bit of wreckage he's working on simply won't go out.
Hatter is keeping the fire at bay, "Need a hand over there, Espada?"
Espada finally manages to get the piece of wreckage extinguished, and his head shakes behind his closed visor. "No, got it. Stubborn, whatever it was." As oily smoke roils about them, he grunts. "Glad I'm not breathing that, though."
Hatter makes more progress on pushing the fire back away from the Alazeya, nearly keeping it contained to the wreckage, "No idea. At least we're keeping the Alazeya and our shelter safe."
Espada looks over his shoulder with a nod. He moves onto another piece of wreckage, but like the last one, its proving particularly stubborn to any efforts to put it out. As he works, he calls, "This extinguisher is going to run dry pretty quick, sir."
Hatter nods as he turns to another outburst, "We'll do what we can until they go out. At least it's unlikely to spread back to Alazeya now."
Espada concentrates on the areas nearest the shelter, trying to get everything extinguished that's close enough to start something alight from radiant heat alone. Eventually, though, the bottle he carries is empty, and there's just the hiss of gas and no firefighting agent. He curses, lowly, under his breath.
Hatter swears as his extinguisher doesn't just die, but explodes in his hands from the heat.
Espada turns his head sharply at the loud *pop* and calls out, "Hey, you okay there, CAG?"
Hatter nods as he steps back from the remains of the extinguisher and checks the integrity of his suit, "Yes I am. Wish we could do more, but I don't want to use up all of our gear."
Espada lets the empty fire extinguisher hang from one hand, and he blows out a breath. "Dunno how safe the shelter is with random things crashing into us. He shrugs. "On the other hand, how likely is it that happens a second time?"
Hatter gestures back to the Alazeya, "Let's go in. We've done what we can for now and if it starts getting hot inside, we can go back out with more extinguishers."
Espada nods his head as he turns back, shaking his head as he looks again to the shelter. "Oh, well. It was a nice shelter." Sigh. And then he passes through the hatch, the empty extinguisher in hand.
- Cockpit <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
- The consoles of the Arrow-class Runabout are in a U-shape, starting on the port side with the science and engineering consoles, operations and helm to the fore, and communications and tactical along the starboard side. Centrally located, only the opposite side of a two-person transporter pad, is the communications station.
- Large viewports, separated by a vertical bulkhead, afford a good view forward. There are airlocks to both port and starboard at the aft of the cockpit, as well as a central hatch leading aft and to the rest of the vessel.
[Flight Suit (9125): You raise the visor on Flight Suit (9125).]
Espada raises the visor on Flight Suit (52577).
Espada sets down the empty, and glances out the window. "Well. That was certainly bracing, sir."
Hatter says to Espada, "We'll have to keep an eye on it, but I think our stuff is safe now." He chuckles, "Not as bracing as being out there flying it, I'm sure."
Espada points over to his PADD. "I took some high resolution images of the stars, Hatter. We might be able to use them to get an exact fix with the computer."
"We're northwest of where we were, but I don't think we have much in the way of charts out here," Hatter observes. "There was nothing on sensors in this direction when we landed."
Lieutenant (jg) Telula arrives from Airlock.
[Remote Monitor Uplink (13362): Science Console logged in: Lieutenant Ryu]
Espada nods, and shrugs. "Well. I'll keep snapping images. Data's data, sir." He eases into a chair, then wrinkles his nose as he smells his flightsuit. "Why does this smoke smell like gym socks that died?"
Ryu starts running scans on the dominion ship debris out in the hanger
Hatter looks over at what Ryu is doing, "Careful with the scans, Jetrel. Our hosts are very sensitive to scan frequencies, they've asked us to keep our scans focused and contained within the hanger."
Ryu nods and says "Aye sir, if i can find any debris continuing memory processors we could try and find out where the dominion ship was when it was attack and see if that clues us in on where we are"
Espada raises his eyebrows and looks over to Hatter. "Well. If one of us sprays down the other with suppressing agent, maybe...?"
Hatter rests his hand on Ryu's shoulder, "I appreciate the effort, but we're where we are meant to be. The Hur'q have let us set up camp here and are willing to talk with us. Where the ship we're aboard is does not matter as much for the mission." He looks at Ramirez, "Perhaps, but let's wait and see how the Hur'q handle the damage and fire first before we put ourselves at risk."
Ryu nods and finishes the scan.
Espada grins. "My role here is clear, sir. Firstly, pilot the ship. Secondly, provide secondary life sciences support, specifically botany and biology. Thirdly -- and this one matters, sir -- I'm here to provide absurd and inane ideas, one of which inevitably will prove crucial in some sort of ironic way."
"Are we sure he's sane, Counsellor?" Hatter asks Miri as he grins at Ramirez
Counselor Telula looks up from her PADD. "I'm still working that out, Commander," she replies with a smirk.
Espada rolls his eyes as he looks over to Miri. "I'm quite certain I'm the sanest on here." He smiles. "Also. Sorry for shoving the both of you. Wasn't sure whether that fire was going to engulf us. Acted out of instinct."
Hatter moves to lean up against the bulkhead, "It wasn't a problem, Cris. Better to be safe than sorry, but sometimes waiting and watching is safer than reacting."
Ryu starts reviewing the scans of teh fungus on her station's screen
Miri grins at Cris. "It's quite alright," she says.
Ryu monitors the science station and asks "Commander, has there been any word from Kellen?"
Hatter gestures to Miri and Ramirez, "These two inform me that he's on the Phoenix, but I did not run into him before we departed."
Ryu nods and ponders and resumes scanning the dominion ship debris saying "If thats a dominion ship out there, perhaps there is some traces of Ketracel White within the debris, if we could find a trace I could scan it and see if theres any trace elements of that fungus"
"You're the scientist, Jetrel, but wouldn't you need to know more about the Hur'q before you could match up compounds in the White?" Hatter asks. "After all, we've had scans on the White going back to the Dominion war on file."
Espada looks over. "....well. It might actually work to cut down compounds if we can limit them to fungal byproducts?" He shrugs. "We know it was a fungal analogue. We're looking for a needle in a haystack. No reason can't make the haystack smaller though." A pause and he nods to Hatter. "Yes, sir, he is. He was on the bridge when we left to join you to depart."
Ryu nods and says "Aye we do have the white scans on file" she stops scanning and ponders saying "Though the scans were carried out at the original time of the Dominion war, technology has moved on from them, perhaps todays technology can uncover something new"
Hatter looks out at the flaming wreckage, "I don't think we'll be able to find a clean sample in all that. The Phoenix was going to talk to the Dominion, so they should have better luck."
Espada lifts his chin over towards the flaming remains of the Jem'hadar fighter. "Hatter's gotta be right on that one. No way anything wasn't incinerated in that fire. But, then. Some flight suits are pretty tough, sir." He looks over. "When the flames die, we can rig something to cool some wreckage down. Weird things survive wrecks, sir, and all we need is a piece to analyze."
Espada shrugs. "Always triple check. Everything."
Ryu nods
Hatter peers out again, "Haven't felt anything in a while, but not sure why the Hur'q are ignore the wreckage in the bay. Maybe they aren't aware of it."
Espada says, "There was some of that vibration-based communication -- did you notice, sir? Then that Hur'q came at us like he had no idea we were even there."
[Outside the ship] Thanks to the efforts of Choma and Ramirez, the fire has slowed considerably, only a few embers remaining. Something stirs in the wreckage. A piece of plating is kicked aside, revealing a soldier.
[Outside the ship] Third Olesed'ton crawls his way out of the wreckage.
Ryu looks at her sensors and says "Sir, a Jem Hadar soldier has survived!"
With a curse, "Espada, on me. Do not draw your weapon unless you have to. Hand to hand only," Hatter orders.
As he looks outside, Ramirez's eyes go very, very wide. "Jesuscristo. Hatter!" He points. And he shuts his visor while he does it.
Espada lowers the visor on Flight Suit (52577).
[Flight Suit (9125): You lower the visor on Flight Suit (9125).]
- Launch Bay <HS SazekRaar>
Third Olesed'ton A reptilian-like humanoid with grey scaley skin. His jawline has a row of horns along it. He has a tube extending from his neck to a device hidden behind a breast pocket. He is wearing the standard uniform of a Jem'Hadar soldier, made with a thick hide and multiple attachment points for weapons and equipment. Carrying: Knife (46836) (sheathed) Jem'Hadar Rifle (46834) (holstered) __________ ______ / ______| Third Olesed'ton's Physical Stats |______| | / | | Race/RCC: Jem'Hadar | | Gender: Child male | | Look (PB): Below average | | Height: 2 meters | | Weight: 95.0 Kg | \_________________________________________________ \_____________________________________________________|
Hatter rushes out of the Alazeya and heads for the Jem'hadar.
Espada follows along after Hatter, however, he does so with 3 meter spacing, back and right of of the CAG.
Third Olesed'ton fits a knife to the end of his rifle, like a bayonet, as he looks around the bay getting his bearings. He spots the Federation runabout.
Third Olesed'ton draws Jem'Hadar Rifle (46834).
Third Olesed'ton draws Knife (46836).
Hatter ignores the weapons being drawn, not wanting to give the Third a chance to get set. He moves with his usual grace, stepping up to the Third and moving into a spinning back kick.
You kick Third Olesed'ton.
Espada follows right after Hatter and moves opposite the CAG, not really needed actual guidance here. He works pack tactics, and as Third Olesed'ton is attacked by Hatter, he moves in with a low, sweeping leg kick from behind.
Ramirez tries to kick Third Olesed'ton but fails.
Third Olesed'ton growls at Choma, not really phased by the miniscule hit, he turns, lifting his leg in the process, dodging Ramirez' hit. Third lashes out with his rifle, attempting to stab Choma with it.
Third Olesed'ton stabs you.
Hatter doesn't even notice the stab, his flightsuit taking the damage. Instead he crowds the Third, making sure that the rife is useless as a rifle, as he continues to press his attack, stepping in for a headbutt.
You try to headbutt Third Olesed'ton but fail.
Espada rushes in just after Choma attacks with the headbutt, going for a flat-out tackle, simply trying to lift the fighter's legs from the decking and drive him to the ground to give his partner an advantage.
Ramirez tries to tackle Third Olesed'ton but fails.
Third Olesed'ton swing the rifle the other direction as he pulls it out of Choma's suit. His arm striking towards Ramirez in the process.
Third Olesed'ton tries to hit Ramirez but fails.
[Remote Monitor Uplink (13362): Ryu@Science Console@Cockpit: Commander, I could use a low powered phaser shot from the shuttle on the soldier?]
Hatter says, "Keep the pressure on him," as he recovers from his failed attempt. He grabs at the white tube with one hand while attempting a cross with his other.
You punch Third Olesed'ton.
Espada ducks under the blow, and now his face is just set into a grim mask. His eyes narrow. His teeth bare slightly, like the primate he is. "Hey. Puta." Sure, the alien soldier probably doesn't have a great command of Spanish, but the tone is pretty indicative of the insult. With a snarl, he simply drives a knee as hard as he can into the back of the alien's thigh both to hurt him and knock him off balance.
Ramirez kicks Third Olesed'ton.
Third Olesed'ton growls louder as the tube of white is ripped from his chest plate. Caught off balance he strikes out wildly with little control.
Third Olesed'ton tries to hit you but fails.
Hatter avoids the wild strike with his dancers grace, tucking his prize away. He grabs at the bayonetted rifle to try to take control of it.
You punch Third Olesed'ton.
Espada follows up the kick by pressing his advantage. As Choma goes for the rifle, he responds by attacking the opposing pilot's arms, going for an arm-lock with a leverage-based move on the alien's support arm on the rifle as he's distracted.
Ramirez tries to punch Third Olesed'ton but fails.
Third Olesed'ton uses the added weight of Ramirez' slightly off-kilter leverage-based move to shove the bayonet end of the rifle towards Choma.
Third Olesed'ton tries to stab you, but fails.
Hatter slides of the way, keeping control of the rifle and using his body for leverage to try to yank the rifle out of the Third's hands.
Espada fails to apply the lock, and the little grunt of annoyance fills the air, but he just keeps fighting. As he sees the momentum of his own move used in an attack against Choma, his eyes widen at the error, then narrow in bright, furious anger. With a focused, eastern martial-arts style shout, he drops a hammerfist strike onto the base of the pilot's skull.
Ramirez punches Third Olesed'ton.
Third Olesed'ton grunts again with the combination of blows and hits. The rifle stripped from his grasp it clangs down on the deck plating, echoing through the chamber.
Third Olesed'ton drops Jem'Hadar Rifle (46834) (drawn).
Third Olesed'ton drops Knife (46836) (drawn).
Hatter lets the weapon go, not needing it to finish the fight. Turning back to the Third, he moves into an uppercut that start properly from the hip and on upwards.
You punch Third Olesed'ton.
Espada goes low when Choma goes high. His next move is high risk, high reward, and he squats, moves his hip past the pressed enemy pilot's, and goes for a low CG-based hip throw to end things. Or, at least, get the other guy on his back.
Ramirez kicks Third Olesed'ton.
Third Olesed'ton is knocked unconscious.
Third Olesed'ton wakes up.
Hatter pauses just a moment but he remembers the mission and kneels down on the Third's chest as he draws his knife. With a glance at Ramirez, he goes to slice the Third's throat before he can wake back up.
You draw Knife (29006).
You stab Third Olesed'ton.
Third Olesed'ton is dead.
Ramirez's lips set into a line as Choma does it, but there's no complaint and no attempt to stop the man. His face, though, looks grim, indeed.
Hatter cleans his knife off before sliding it back into concealment and standing back up. "Thank you for the assist, Cris."
You holster Knife (29006).
You conceal Knife (29006) (sheathed).
Your empathic abilities sense "He seems...remarkably okay with just happened. Not happy. Not sad. A little stunned that they just kileld someone, though." from Ramirez.
Espada gives a single nod to Choma, then shakes his right hand absently where he struck the other man. "Fair fights are bad tactics." The shrug that comes a second later is delayed. "We should pull him into the science lab on the Alazeya, sir. ASAP. Analyze everything."
Hatter moves to pick up the bayonetted rifle and takes the knife off of it before making the rifle safe. "I'd already taken his white off of him. Leave the body for the Hur'q." He fingers where he was stabbed, "And get out of these flightsuits before I let our Hosts know of what happened."
You take Jem'Hadar Rifle (46834) (drawn).
You holster Jem'Hadar Rifle (46834).
You take Knife (46836) (drawn).
You holster Knife (46836).
Espada catches up to the fight, which he had been clearly playing out in his head -- Choma would see it. Choma can feel the other man literally doing a play-by-play analysis, as if from long habit. First, he asks, "You got stabbed. Are you okay, sir?" He looks over, checking for wounds. "And, yes. But can we get Miri to do a scan? Based on what happened to the Phoenix, sir, we should check for...temporal anomalies?"
[Flight Suit (9125): DOM Dumu Akloz (Standard): Federation vessel, state your purpose here.]
[Flight Suit (9125): Message Trace: 150.723 mark -0.126]
"If Miri and Jetrel..." Hatter trails off as he hears the comms. "Maybe the reports are wrong about a temporal anomaly. Let's go and get cleaned up, secure the weapon and let the Hur'q know that we took care of the Jem'hadar."
Espada nods in complete agreement. "Aye, sir." With that, he turns to head back into the runabout.
- Cockpit <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
[Outside the ship] Espada enters USS Alazeya NCC-95501.
Espada arrives from Airlock.
Espada raises the visor on Flight Suit (52577).
[Flight Suit (9125): You raise the visor on Flight Suit (9125).]
Hatter looks at Ryu and Telula as he came in and smiles, "Enjoy the show, ladies?"
Your emotional state of "is forcing the lighter tone" is broadcast to those around you.
Espada lifts his visor as he enters. His normally cheerful face is drawn into a tight-lipped frown, his forehead furrowed. He doesn't look angry. Just...very, very closed. As Choma speaks, he blinks and tries to smooth his face to something more normal, but its only partly successful.
Counselor Telula looks up and readies her Medical Tricorder. "Let me get a look at you," she tells them, not sounding at all like she enjoyed the show. Miri starts moving the tricorder's sensor all around them, watching the readings appear as they're collected.
Ryu nods and says "Aye that I did, main reason I liked it was the fact we now have some Ketracel White to scan"
Telula removes Medical Tricorder (52597) from Medical Kit (52598).
Lieutenant (jg) Telula uses Medical Tricorder (52597) to scan Ramirez.
Your empathic abilities sense "with the rush of battle fading, post-battle stress is starting to seep into his feelings. Tinges of guilt and remorse." from Ramirez.
Lieutenant (jg) Telula uses Medical Tricorder (52597) to scan Choma.
Hatter hands the tube of white over to Ryu, "Here you go, Jetrel." He looks down at the Jem'hadar's knife, "Have you had a knife issued to you yet, Cris?"
Ryu takes the tube, she gets up and says "I'll use a full spectrum of scans included a metaphasic scan, we might get something new from it" she heads out towards to science lab
Espada nods. "It's in the equipment locker, sir. Per your orders, all I've kept on me is a type-1 phaser, concealed." His voice is tighter than normal, and he coughs, letting a breath slowly ease out. "I'm not super well-trained in knife-fighting sir. Guess I need to fix that."
Satisfied, Counselor Telula puts the medical tricorder away. "Well, looks like those flight suits of yours took care of you better than I ever could," she comments, slipping the tricorder back into her bag.
Ryu pauses and says "Sir, we have comms traffic, a dominion vessel is demanding to know why we're here"
Hatter smiles at Miri, "If I needed your care, I would've told you straight up. I still need to get better at moving in a flightsuit, I should've dodged that stab." He nods to Ryu, "We heard on our comms. No outside communication because broadcasts can upset our hosts. But if the Phoenix tries to raise us on a viewscreen, we'll accept it." He nods to Cris, "Probably not a good idea to carry one until you are more confident in your skills then. As you saw, a weapon doesn't win a fight."
Espada nods. "Was that to us....or Phoenix? The message. We don't know if that....the...pilot got a message out. He seemed very disoriented when he...rose from the wreckage like a messianic figure."
"Well, no one will ever accuse me of not doing my job," Miri tells Choma, completely unimpressed. She looks over at Ryu with some worry, though, now hearing about the comms for the first time.
Hatter asks Ryu, "What was the bearing of the transmission?"
[Outside the ship] A loud tapping echoes through the bay.
[Outside the ship] The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
Ryu looks to Choma and says "84.254 mark 0.296"
Hatter nods, "Then it wasn't directed at us." He starts to head on back, "I'm going to get cleaned up and put away this gear. It feels like the ship is on the move again, so maybe we'll have a chance to speak with the elder again."
Espada nods, his face still set into a sort neutral and grim mask. "I....yeah." He looks down and notices something on the leg of flightsuit, and the frown deepens. "...I'll be back in, say...20 minutes. But I need to maybe catch some rack time."
Your empathic abilities sense "Vague...shame? Self-judgement." from Ramirez.