Commander Wil Ukinix - Sesame Street
Wil Ukinix
Warehouse somewhere in Oparis, Uwe II))
(OOC: Thanks for your patience everyone!)
Ukinix: Maybe our best bet is to find... ::pulls out mini-PADD tucked into his pocket::... “Elarrapal” for help. The Indy detected her in a hospital.
Wil placed his hands on his hips, and considered their next move.
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?
Stros: Perhaps we may also find a crank to attach to the box, and you can jump out after playing a jaunty tune.
Wil placed his tongue in his cheek, and shook his head for a moment. oO Cheeky bastard. Oo
Moore: ::raising an eyebrow and looking at Stros:: A Jack of Lantern? Do they have those on Vulcan?
Varati: You're trying to pull my leg, aren't you? ::looks around in confusion:: How is that supposed to work?
Ukinix: ::Raising palm:: Look, no-one’s jumping out of a Vulcan jack of lantern clown pop goes the weasel box. We just... need to hide me because I can’t blend in ::pointing at self:: obviously.
Stros: If you are indeed serious about the box scenario, might I recommend this one?
Moore: Seems big enough—and look, holes so you can breathe!
Wil moved over to study the box, and moved his head around to inspect it. It was compact, but he could be able to fit in without needing to be a contortionist (mostly). It would be bloody hard to get him *out* of the box, but beggars can’t be choosers. He nodded. He’d get in the box if he needed to.
Varati: We really shouldn’t waste time on nonsense, but rather look for an appropriate solution.
Wil furrowed his eyebrow for a moment, then gestured towards the box.
Ukinix: This *is* an appropriate solution, Ensign... It’s a box.
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.
Wil tilted his head and gave Stros a look a slight disapproval.
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.
Wil rubbed his chin and nodded. Any suggestions from his crew were live and to be considered.
Varati: What on earth has gotten into you? Have you all been secretly snacking on the overripe and fermenting fruits of Elarrapal?
He raised his eyebrows as he looked at D’Cyra. oO There’s fermenting fruits on Uwe? Gotta sample those! Oo
Varati: … but the fruits gave me an idea!
Stros: Do continue…
Ukinix: Yeah, what Stros said.
Moore: Granted, you might not be grouchy enough for the trash can, sir.
Wil crossed his arms, and gave Stros a bit of a grumpy look - oO Oh no, I *am* grouchy enough for the rubbish bin! ::Furrowing eyebrows:: Anyway, why would I have to be grouchy? Oo
Maybe it was a Vulcan cultural reference he didn’t know about.
But Maybe Kaito did, who chuckled while returning his focus back to his tricorder.
Varati: Please help me... these all seem to be household items... I'm looking for something specific…
When D’Cyra pulled out her tricorder, he could sense she was on to an idea . Mainly from the fact that D’Cyra seemed to be trying to become part of the dusty shelves of the warehouse.
Stros: It would be helpful to know exactly what you are looking for, Ensign. We may be better able to assist with the information.
Wil though, let D’Cyra keep searching. Sometimes it was better to find things and then explain your idea - or dismiss it if you couldn’t find what you were looking for.
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.
He watched as D’Cyra pulled some bottles with some delight from the shelves and placed them on one of the busy tables. She then retrieved a bottle, opened and sniffed it, and wrinkled her nose at the contents.
Varati: Ha! That was prank number 1, number 2 follows immediately...
And she became one with the shelves again, and the entire room in fact, rummaging around behind shelves and workbenches, before returning with what appeared to be old copper pipes. With a puff from her mouth to blow her dangling bit of hair from her face, she beamed with her idea.
Varati: The warehouse is a true blessing, by the Thousand Gods! Perhaps one of the gentlemen would like to help me? ::looks at Wil:: We have copper scraps here – and there was wine in the bottles? Well, definitely acetic acid now.
Stros: I, uh, am not following, Ensign. ::Looking back to Moore, the matter at hand still present:: Have any of your scans yielded any sort of result, Lieutenant?
Ukinix: You guys focus on that. I’ll focus on whatever Ensign Varati has in mind. Should I be scared, Ensign?
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.
Wil shook his head. Bringing the Indy back in orbit was too much of a risk. Having it close to the planet twice was probably having defence analysts and scientists of the planet already scratching their heads at the odd readings being picked up by their primitive sensor systems, scrambled as best as possible by the Indy.
Varati: ::still to Wil:: So we make verdigris Cu(CH3COOO)2 from acetic acid (CH3COOH) and copper (Cu). There's even a bit of verdigris on the copper pipes, which makes our work easier. Yes, the blue-green pigments, with a little cream, create a green makeup that will become even more intense over time. But now we don't have a second to lose! ::pause, to Stros and Moore:: While I'm getting Wil, er, Commander Ukinix ready to go out, could you look for Robin's emergency signal? Surely it's easier to receive from here than from the Indy?
D’Cyra immediately got to work, mixing and scraping the materials she head in a small bowl, and putting the results on a cloth.
Stros: Ensign, you are aware that using Verdigris on human skin can cause rather troublesome irritation, yes? ::Looking towards Wil:: I am unsure of the effects on Betazoid skin. Perhaps a 50/50 match to our 50/50 Commander. ::Thoughtfully:: What is half of irritated? Grumpy? ::Looking to Kaito:: Would he be sufficiently grumpy for the trash can then?
They’d soon find out what affect it would have on his skin. Or not, maybe it would be later when it was too late.
(And he was going to have to put Stros in a headlock later for being cheeky)
Ukinix: ::taking a seat on the box, To Stros:: Eh, medical will fix that up once we’re done. And I’m not grumpy or Vulcan enough for your trash can, apparently. You’ll have to tell me that story later. ::To D’Cyra:: And D’Cyra, no it’s easier from the Indy given the conditions but we can’t bring it back, so tricorders it is. That makes thing more difficult I know, but ::shrug:: here we are. Starfleet officers and all that.
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?
Varati: Elarrapal will surely help us! She has met us and knows that we are not working against her. And she'll know what game Norsel is playing and where we can find him.
Stros: That leaves the difficulty of finding Elarrapal. Or finding a way to communicate with her in the very least.
Ukinix: We’ll check the nearby hospital. That’s where she was detected last by the Indy. If she’s not there, we’ll get information and follow her trail as best we can.
Varati: ::to Ukinix:: Now please sit still and close your eyes! The mask is supposed to look somewhat real. Well, at least from a distance, until it darkens. ::pause:: I'm ready when you are.
He watched with some trepidation as D’Cyra test the green paint like material on the back of her hand. That was about to go on his face... he looked up when Stros took a step forward.
Stros: I must reiterate the possibility of severe discomfort and skin irritation with the Verdigris pigment, Commander. I would advise against this course of action.
Wil sighed as he considered his response.
Ukinix: If it reduces the risk of me being spotted, we might have to. ::chewing bottom lip::
Moore: Response
The were interrupted by a tricorder trill.
Varati: Hmpff! What’s this now? I thought the Indy was out of reach?
Stros: The Independence is indeed out of reach. We are not receiving communication. It was a tricorder.
Wil nodded in agreement.
Moore: Response
He watched as the crew pulled their tricorders from their pockets.
Varati: Well, I didn’t receive anything… But one of our devices responded to a signal. Hopefully not a trap?! But we definitely need to finish the disguise first. We can still take the box with us as camouflage…
Stros looked towards Commander Ukinix with a raised eyebrow.
Stros: My tricorder shows no notifications.
Ukinix: Maybe the other away team is trying to communicate with us? Double check for us, Kaito.
Moore/Ukinix: Response
Stros: I must mention the fact that the longer we stand within this warehouse and debate the use of camouflage, the harder it may become to find Commander Hopper and her team.
Wil crossed his arms and nodded. To apply the paint or not to apply the paint, that was the question... and have a visit to medical afterwards for them to reverse any potential side effects on hi sskin.
Varati: I'm not using the acid, just the diluted oxide. And underneath, of course, I'll apply some kind of primer made of wound powder or a thin layer of skin cream... something like that should be included in our neutral first aid kits. I don't want to create a monster. If the risk seems too great, then we don't do it. But yes, we have to decide now.
Wil pursed his lips, then pushed them to the left. Decisions, decisions...
Varati: We can also simply fill the paste into a little jar and take it with us... we have it and can use it, if necessary?!
Wil nodded.
Ukinix: Yes, Let’s do that. ::points to trash can:: We’ll apply it later to my skin when we need to, we probably won’t be able to get away with the whole Wil-in-the-Rubbish schtick for too long. ::Inhales through teeth:: But maybe we should do it now, just in case...
There was nothing like a Commanding Officer to have decision paralysis in front of a crew. But he was a relatively new CO, he shouldn’t have been too hard on himself.
Moore: Response
Stros: ::To Wil:: I suggest you make a decision Commander. Keep in mind my advice.
Varati: Maybe we can at least find some more suitable clothing here...?
Ukinix: Clothes sounds good. I’ll get in the rubbish bin-- trash can, and we’ll take the paint with us. If you can find clothes, I’ll wear them now, at least we’re 50 percent prepared then. At the first sign of trouble, we’ll paint me with that stuff to help disguise me. It won’t be as effective as your disguises that you have, but it may help keep people at bay for a while. Is that understood, team?
Moore: Response
Stros: Very well, Commander. Let us proceed.
Wil nodded, then walked over to the bin.
Varati: How far is it from here back to the west Imeris branch settlement where first met Elarrapal? Surely the most likely scenario is to meet her there or someone from her group of activists?
Ukinix: No, Hospital first. That’s an order.
Moore: Response
Varati: Surely someone can tell us where Elarrapal or this Norsel usually stay? Or if there have been any other unusual events...
Ukinix: We could ask people, but I don’t want to raise suspicion. We’re heading to the hospital.
Moore/Stros: Response
Wil lifted the lid on the rubbish bin. It was sizable enough to climb in, and thankfully didn’t have any rubbish in it. It looked long clean out since it was used, and had a very slight musty smell. He screwed his nose up a bit, before climbing in, and lowering down.
Varati: Surely these oversized sequoia trees can't interfere with our devices so massively? We would have noticed that before, wouldn't we? ::pause, incredulous snort:: Or maybe it's just this building? Perhaps we should cautiously approach the door and assess the situation?
Moore/Stros: Response
He put his head down and just listened to the others talking.
Varati: Ok, fine. No one else here except us. I'll just take a quick look around to see if I can get a signal outside and then I'll be right back.
He heard the creak of a door, assuming that it was D’Cyra having a look outside. He felt air rush over his head, assuming blown in from outside.
Ukinix: Alright, put the lid on, let’s go to the hospital.
Moore/Stros: Response
Ukinix: That’s for you guys to work out how to get me there. You’ll have to carry me-- I mean the rubbish bin-- I mean, the trash can-- unless there’s a sack truck or something with wheels?
Moore/Stros: Response
Varati: Response
The lid went on. A trash can spoke to the team with a muffled voice that sounded like Wil’s (because it was Wil’s).
Ukinix: Let’s go.
((Corridor, Oparis Regional Hospital – North Oparis Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
After being shook around inside the metal container and likely getting a few bruises for his troubles, Wil had to remain silent. A talking bin would be a red flag to anyone that investigated what the trio with the trash can were doing in the hospital.
Like, say, a doctor approaching them, if it were to happen...
Doctor: We are very busy today, and you three are in the way! And you are not meant to be removing waste during our busiest hours.
It happened.
Moore/Stros/Varati: Response
Doctor: ::Annoyed, checking clip board:: Elarrapal... Elarrapal... lost an arm apparently. She is scheduled for surgery, currently under guard. Why?
Moore/Stros/Varati: Response
Doctor: Tell *maintenance* that they should not respond to every whim of every patient. Especially one of those anti-warp freaks who reject science. Now go! And do not stay long enough to grow branches and leaves.
Moore/Stros/Varati: Response
((Hospital room, Oparis Regional Hospital – North Oparis Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
Wil of course couldn’t see anything that was happening outside, and was starting to feel sore from being crammed up inside the bin. He wondered though if he should start painting his skin with D’Cyra’s paint, in case he had to pop out-- oO Oh my god, Stros was right. “Wil in a box”. Oo All that was missing was the “pop goes the weasel” music.
Elarrapal: Response
Moore/Stros/Varati: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Commander Wil Ukinix
Starfleet attache and Commanding Officer
Amity Outpost
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