PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Mind the Gap
Addison MacKenzie
((Crashed Jem'Hadar Fighter - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
Kyle hadn’t waited for the others to voice their approval or disapproval. The doctor, with a clear penchant for adventure, slid himself feet-first into the gap in the hatch. Inside the Jem’Hadar ship, it was dark, dingy, and smelled rank. As Sil and Imril dropped in behind him, Kyle raised his arm to cover his nose and offered an assessment even a simple organism could understand.
Morgan: ::flatly:: It smells like shit in here.
Imril waved his light around, taking stock of their space. The circular beam settled on a flattened set of blue-grey armor lying crumpled against a bulkhead. Kyle didn’t need to get any closer to confirm that which he already knew.
Silveira: Well, he’s dead Kyle…
He shrugged it off.
Morgan: Well, now what?
Imril: We need to get our eyes
on the system that’s glitching everyone’s gear. We came in near the nacelle, so
we’re in the front half of the ship. The ‘skinny’ part in the middle is a
bottleneck that isolates the back half from the front. The command center will
be just ahead of that divider and up -- er, sideways -- a few decks.
Engineering is in the back half. The emitter we need to turn off could be in
either.
Kyle blinked as Imril walked them through the
layout of the ship, wondering how the junior officer had come to know so much
information about the layout of a Dominion ship.
Silveira: How will that help?
Morgan: Maybe it’ll allow the runabout to get a better scan of the ship? Or at
least clear up comms?
Imril: Maybe we can get the
ship to tell us where the emitter is? If the interference signal really is
meant to keep us from hacking into the eyepiece feed, then it might mean one of
the eyepieces is active. Maybe it got knocked around, re-activated somehow, by
whatever tunneling or demolitions work that exposed the wing.
Vitor
pondered looking between Kyle and Imril as he spoke.
Silveira: I think we should start in the
Command Center. We can figure it out when we get there.
Morgan: Sounds
reasonable, but do either of you know how to read Jem’Hadar panels? Don’t their
interfaces require some kind of special eyewear?
Imril: Unfortunately, our
universal translators will be just as fragged as everything else. But securing
the eyepieces is a start-point, at least. Unless either of you have other
ideas?
Silveira: Frack… I forgot about that…
Morgan: I’m a doctor, not a tech expert.
Imril:
Response
Vitor shrugged and began walking. Kyle and Imril
followed suit.
Silveira: We will improvise when we get there. Back in the day they didn’t have
UT and managed to make it happen, right?
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Morgan: You’re not that old, Sil. Even before CloQ zapped you.
Imril:
Response
Imril illuminated a path and Vitor took point,
while Kyle did his best to stay out of the way. A palm beacon hadn’t been part
of his kit – he didn’t think he’d need one – and so he just tried to stay out
of Imril’s beam. As they moved deeper, they came across another pile of… something.
It didn’t look like standard Jem’Hadar. Eventually, they reached an intersection,
a complicated scenario considering the ship was on its side. Crossing the juncture
would mean having to jump to the other side.
Silveira: Well, time to jump. Or will we go down and back up again?
Kyle performed several exaggerated squats and then began pulling his ankle back
and up toward his butt to stretch his legs.
Morgan: Legs feel good today, Sil. Real good.
Imril/Silveira: Response
Kyle shrugged. It was too late for them to turn back now – Gila was already
going to have an aneurysm when she found out what they’d done – they might as
well go deeper into the ship and see if they could find the source of the
interference.
Morgan: I’ll go first.
He took several steps back, so as to get a running start and create some
momentum for himself. The juncture wasn’t wide, but he also wasn’t confident in
his ability to clear the passage simply by jumping. With his eye on the other
side of the corridor, he took off, jumped, and cleared the passage.
Morgan: Good news guys! Still smells like shit over here too!
Imril/Silveira: Response
When the other two cleared the divide and they were all reunited on the other
side, something made Kyle feel like they needed to pick up the pace. Perhaps
being belly-deep in a decades-old enemy ship had that effect on someone.
Morgan: Alright, I think we should move it. Which way?
Imril/Silveira: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
V239601AM0