[Act 3] Lt. Cmdr Stros - Wil-In-A-Box
Nathan Richards
((Warehouse somewhere in Oparis, Uwe II))
Stros had not been all too pleased when he found out he would still be hidden beneath the cosmetic alterations to make him appear to be an Uwezo native, but orders were orders. With the Hovan vessels safely disabled and returned to the Hovan planet where Senor Dil and his compatriots would be tried for their rather cleverly, if not hastily, attempt to steal the stealth ships and make a move against the Uwezo Warp Project. He had no point of reference for the Hovan justice system, but made a mental note to see if the process would be recorded in any way, shape, or form.
But that was enough dwelling on previous events. Stros now needed to address the man that stood before them as not only their superior officer, but a “sore thumb” among tree bark without a disguise like the others. His pale skin almost seemed to glow against the browns and greens of the warehouse around them. He blended in better with the dust that had built up on the shelves than the actual shelves themselves.
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?
Moore/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.
Stros still wasn’t certain if they had really discovered the extent of the Uwezo’s scanning equipment, but he understood the “better safe than sorry” approach.
Stros: Very well, Commander. Do we know the teams last whereabouts at the least?
Moore/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.
Stros’ team was aware of Norsel, to some extent. The individual allegedly behind the violent side of the protests against the Warp Project.
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.
Moore/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?
With an eyebrow raised, Stros also looked around the warehouse. But not for a box big enough for the Commander to “cram” into.
Stros: Perhaps we may also find a crank to attach to the box, and you can jump out after playing a jaunty tune.
Ukinix/Moore/Varati: Response
Moving towards a pile of crates, Stros grabbed onto one and pulled it forward. The wooden box groaned as it drug across the floor before coming to a rest between Stros and the others. It was roughly ‘man sized’, with what appeared to be a few holes already bore within the wooden slats that could be used for air. The last thing they needed was their Commanding Officer passing do to oxygen deprivation.
Stros: If you are indeed serious about the box scenario, might I recommend this one?
Ukinix/Moore/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.
Ukinix/Moore/Varati: Response
TAGS/TBC…
Lieutenant Commander Stros
Chief of Operations/Second Officer
Amity Outpost
A239905NR1