Ensign Davine D'fini - Gas!

[Mark Swift]

((Security office))

::They were ushered into what appeared to be a conference room. They were alone for a moment while some one was being paged to come and talk to them. There was several computer terminals that were active and showing some interesting logos on them. What caught D'fini's attention was some old style paper maps that cover a  complete wall of the large room. There were drawings, floor plans and such. She started to scan them so the tricorder to start to copy them and translate what they were all about.::

D'fini: Interesting!:: Raising her voice just a bit.::

Williams:  Oh? What did you find?

D’fini: Looks like this building is a redo of another building. I mean these are diagrams of the old building that this was build around or into. At least that is what it looks like. It will  take a while for the computer to make sense of it all.

::The scan of the wall was complete, but the computer interface with the Apollo would take some time to set the data to ship.  Match it up with current plans and if what changes were done, and if anything had been left out of the current schematics that  had been provided.::

Williams: That is interesting. :: Wallace looked around,::  But do you smell that? Does something smell a little odd?

::She took in the smell and agreed that something was off. She started to use the tricorder to scan the room and objects it in.

D'fini: That is a bit odd.::Looking at the scan.::Strange that no one is here.They seemed to vanish quickly.::Her eyes and brain processing the data.::

::She continued to scan but the odor started to increase strength. Finally the readings on the tricorder started to make sense. Something in the rubbish on the table was mixing in the air to create a poisonous gas. She started to choke a bit.::

D'fini: We need to get...::Choking and finally coughing.::Out of here!::She started to bolt to the exit but found the door locked as he pushed on it, and then tried to pad on the side of the door. Nothing seemed to work. At least the gas wasn't quite as bad next to the door but it was increasing rapidly.::

Williams: Response

::She started to double over with coughing as the gas started to effect her.::

Williams: Response

Chief Science officer
USS Apollo-A
NCC-71669-A
A238803E10

simmed by Lt Commander Eerie