Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo - Booby Trap
Aaron Schimmel
((Service Center Computer Core, Nassau, Ma no Umi))
Sevo: Whoops.
:: Not wholly unexpected, Trellis and/or Ayiana tripped some sort of digital tripwire, alerting the Syndicate to a breach of their computer system; neither one was sure who did it, but the point was moot. Both their screens flashed red for a split second, enough for Trellis to recognize it for what it was.
Vondaryan: I'd have to guess less than five minutes until reinforcements arrive.
Sevo: So...hurry?
Namura: That seems logical.
:: Ayiana searched as fast as she could for any relevant data not encrypted; sadly that wasn’t very much. Low-level Syndicate thugs, shipping manifests, etc. The meat of the information was hidden behind the locks that Trellis was slowly bypassing. ::
Sevo: Anything, Commander?
Namura: Commander?
:: With her back to Trellis’ console, she couldn’t see the Vissian; with no audible sound from him, she assumed he was busy getting whatever he could get his hands on, or whatever it was spies did. With a beep of acknowledgment, some of the files Ayiana had on standby unlocked. She found a list of informants the Syndicate had in the Federation; not a complete one, of course; the Syndicate was smart enough not to put those eggs in one basket. Moving on, she downloaded financial transactions, smuggling operations, and most importantly, a list of people the Syndicate suspected were spies who had infiltrated the organization. Ayiana wondered if the person Commander Marshall was retrieving was on the list; if so, it was a good thing they were extracting them. ::
Sevo: I got some juicy stuff here. You guys?
Namura: Excellent. Let's get out of here.
Sevo: Commander, can you bring the lightwall back online; perhaps change it controls codes, too? That might slow them down a bit.
:: Trellis remained oddly quiet with her announcement and subsequent querying, despite the distant shuffling of feet down the corridor. They were running out of time. Ayiana peered over her shoulder, Trellis still sitting in his chair as if busily at work. Namura apparently satisfied for the moment with the virological content of the gel packs, moved over to Trellis. She approached him, took one look, then quickly stepped back, fear and concern wrapped on her face. ::
Namura: Oh, crap. Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh crap.
Sevo: :: Swiveling in her chair suddenly. :: What? What is it?
:: Ayiana stood up, quickly walking over to Trellis and Tali. She soon saw what caused the medic to lose all professional decorum. There was a sickly-looking gel covering much of him, dripping off his face in small clumps. Trellis himself seemed frozen mid-type; as if his nervous system just shut down suddenly or something. Somehow, the gel pack had exploded, releasing its dangerous pathogen; either by accident or design, the latter most likely. ::
Sevo: Oh, that’s not good!
Namura: Now is not the time for eloquence, Sir!
Sevo: Fine, then, Ensign! Can you do anything for him?!
Namura: I have no idea! I've never encountered anything as bad as this!
:: Tali fervently rummaged through her medkit for a hypospray. She quickly pressed it into Trellis’ neck, the familiar hiss of the injectors indicating they were delivering their payload. Almost instantly, Trellis started to move, slightly, but that was about it. Otherwise, he didn’t seem cognizant. ::
Namura: We need to get him back to the Gorkon, I've no idea if what I'm giving him is going to help or... or... hinder... or...
:: She shook her head dejectedly.::
Sevo: Great, just great! In the belly of the beast, with Syndicate thugs bearing down, and you want to mount a rescue, now?!
Namura: Well, congratulations, Commander. :: She tilted her head quickly, eyes widening a little, and the hallmarks of sympathy there as she gingerly grasped Trellis by the shirt.:: You just became the team leader for an intel operation. Get us out of here.
:: Normally that would be no problem for Ayiana; she had led plenty of missions before, and even did a stint as First Officer, except none of those jobs, aside from XO, really demanded much in the way of secrecy. Then again, there wasn’t much need for secrecy now that their cover was blown. Perhaps it was time to lead the Sevo way. ::
Sevo: Fine, but I make no promises that I won’t tell everyone about your Beanie Borg collection. :: Pausing to collect her thoughts, she soon continued. :: How are you with a phaser?
Namura: Response
Sevo: Alright, watch the door. I’ll see if I can bring the light wall back up.
Namura: Response
:: Ayiana quickly returned to her workstation, searching for something related to controls. Logic suggested that with access to the computer, she should be able to control any number of systems connected to it in the area, starting with the light wall. ::
Sevo: Damn, this is going to take a while! These systems make no sense! Who designed this operating system?! I need a few minutes to figure this out. Any idea how close those troops are?
Namura: Response
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Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo
Research Coordinator
U.S.S. Gorkon
Image Collective Facilitator
Wiki Ops
Training Team
Advanced Starship Design Bureau
V239109AS0
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