[Act 3] Lieutenant JG Kaito Moore - Commander Ukinix The Grouch

[Lieutenant j.g. Kaito Moore]

((Warehouse somewhere in Oparis, Uwe II))

Kaito wasn’t exactly pleased with the idea of a completely missing away team. This was not how he pictured his first real first-contact undercover away mission would go. He did not picture getting caught up in a riot, nor did he see himself having to defend a planet from ship-stealing terrorists—and now there was a missing away team. There was none of the cool mingling with the locals, or sneaking in as pilgrims to enjoy their cultural festivals. And while they had a meal… it wasn’t exactly something they could eat safely. Nope. None of it—none of the fun, classical first-contact tropes they used on the recruitment posters.

As he looked at Wil there, practically naked as far as the Prime Directive was concerned, only one thing came through his mind.

oO Yup. This is a problem. Oo

Stros: Wouldn’t transporting closer to the last known location of Commander Hopper and her team be a more efficient way of conducting this search?

That was a great question. Why didn’t they transport closer? Or worse, if it was an emergency, transport them out? Sure, there’s the cultural impact of seeing someone disappear, but it can’t be that bad. Right? Compared to sending in a group of Starfleet officers with one of them naked—metaphorically naked.

Varati: Response

Ukinix: We can’t use transporters, the Indy’s out of range again so it doesn’t get detected. Prime Directive and all that.

Moore: ::quietly:: We really need a cloaking device. ::even more quiet:: Stupid treaties.

Kaito had wished they could salvage the cloak from the bird-of-prey wreckage or develop their own, but tHaT woULd bE iLLeAgL.

Kaito couldn’t help but wonder how many missions would have been saved with the ability to cloak—or how many lives were lost because the Romulans were upset that we were expanding so much. Maybe if they weren’t so cloak-and-stabby, they too could have been an awesome Federation.

Stros: Very well, Commander. Do we know the teams last whereabouts at the least?

Varati: Response

Ukinix: Can you scan for Hopper’s team location? Can we get to them safely? There’s some bloke named “Norsel” we have to be careful about.

Moore: On it, Commander.

Kaito pulled out his tricorder from his robes, the small device coming to life with beeps and trills, along with a wide range of blinky lights.

Stros: We have not come into contact with this Norsel character in our exploration of the settlements. But I do agree we must be mindful.

Varati: Response

Ukinix: Let’s get going…. ::looking around:: .. How about I cram into one of these boxes, and you can just wheel me around the place?

Kaito blinked, looking up from his tricorder and over at Wil. Really? Just going to hide him in a box?

Stros: Perhaps we may also find a crank to attach to the box, and you can jump out after playing a jaunty tune.

Moore: ::raising an eyebrow and looking at Stros:: A Jack of Lantern? Do they have those on Vulcan?

Ukinix/Varati: Response

Kaito kept on scanning as Stros went over, grabbing a crate and dragging it toward them. Kaito winced a little bit at the sound of it scraping against the stone floor.

Stros: If you are indeed serious about the box scenario, might I recommend this one?

Looking up again from the tricorder.

Moore: Seems big enough—and look, holes so you can breathe!

Ukinix/Varati: Response

Stros: And I am sure I may be able to find a crank. ::Smirking:: I think I am a fan of the ‘Wil-In-A-Box’ Idea.

Moore: Alternative idea. We could go with a trash can, and one of us could pretend to be a janitor. It actually might be a better cover than three of us pushing a random box around.

Ukinix/Stros/Varati: Response

Moore: Granted, you might not be grouchy enough for the trash can, sir.

Kaito chuckled a little bit and went back to scanning, but he was quickly growing concerned. He switched through a few different scanning modes.

Ukinix/Stros/Varati: Response

Moore: ::frowning a little bit:: I am not detecting them. I’ve tried a few different scan frequencies, even trying to ping their comms via subspace—nothing.

Ukinix/Stros/Varati: Response

Moore: There must be some sort of interference. If we brought back the Indy, I bet we could punch through it—but my tricorder doesn’t have the power.

Ukinix/Stros/Varati: Response

Moore: Surely there has to be someone who can help us. What if we try to make contact with that Elarrapal person again? Maybe she has a range of contacts we can use to gather information on any strange happenings—or maybe sightings of the team?

Ukinix/Stros/Varati: Response

Lieutenant JG Kaito Moore

Tactical Officer

Amity Outpost

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