Ensign Imril - The Next Room
Chris Taylor
((Crashed Jem'Hadar Fighter - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
Morgan: There must still be something still active on the ship that’s creating the interference… Sil, maybe you’d better take over for Imril…
Vitor raised an eyebrow.
Silveira: Why Doctor, too afraid to try these goggles on.
Kyle shot Vitor a skeptical look.
Imril put up their hands and stepped away from any verbal volleys. Sure, the others were engaging in playful banter, but in these tense confines that could easily change.
Vitor winked at Imril as he took the eyepiece.
Morgan: Hey, I wouldn’t even know where to start with the thing. And besides, if I go down, who’s gonna look after the two of you? Gila’s gonna have my behind as it is!
Silveira: I get it. Fine let me handle the spectacles
Imril began to hand the device over to Silveira, but paused when Doctor Morgan looked to them and then pointed at the device.
Morgan: You think you can coach him through how to use that?
Imril: It's pretty intuitive, actually. Dumbed down, even, compared to the TR-116 scopes. It’s almost like the Founders don’t think very highly of their servants. Who would have guessed, right? Just act like you’re looking around without any walls in the way.
What did take a bit of explanation was the way to actually wear the device. The way it seemed to rest atop their skull, just back of the highest curve. They pantomimed as much.
Vitor listened to Imril and nodded, showing he understood what they were saying.
Slowly he picked the eyepiece from Imril and put it on as explained. His eyes widened with forewarning as he set the thing over his head. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to feel any discomfort or pain at all.
Humans got all the breaks.
Silveira: Damn… These are some weird glasses.
Imril: ::Grimacing with remembered pain:: I can think of stronger words.
Morgan: Response
Vitor blinked and looked around, seemingly at a loss for words as to what he was seeing.
Silveira: OK so, I need to look for a bright light? Something red? This is a weird color spectrum and not easy as it looks.
Imril: The Dominion color palette seems to favor shades of purple. When the lights are on, anyway.
Morgan: Response
Vitor nodded and tilted his head sideways. His expression changed to something approaching confidence. He looked at the command center, and then slowly began scanning around.
Silveira: Well at least there isn’t any text we can’t read. ::He tipped his head again and pointed to a side wall:: There… Let’s head in that direction… I see a… Glow?
Imril: Works for me. Let’s go.
Morgan: Response
Vitor began to gesture to them, as if he was drawing in the air the way there.
Silveira: I think I might be getting the handle of these glasses. We just have to follow these corridors.
Imril followed after the tactical officer, and did their best to keep track of the number of turns made and doors past. They regretted not packing some chalk to mark the walls -- ceilings and floors -- with. Something else to add as a permanent must-have to a steadily growing engineering kit.
Morgan: Response
A winding, three-story path brought them to a room no larger than the common area of the ensign’s two-bedroom quarters back on the Artemis. A control console occupied each of the four corners, each turned to face the user towards the single door. Like the ones in the control room, these consoles amounted to sets of truncated cylinders, the screens set at a sharp angle. One, one of the two set closer to the accidental floor, glowed with a soft violet light.
Now it was Imril’s turn to climb along a convoluted floor to a target. Fortunately, there were no dead bodies or discarded weapons to complicate a fall. They made sure to make room for the others, even though getting a look at the single active screen required them to crouch.
Morgan/Silveira: Response
Imril: I can’t read the text, but these animated wave-form patterns look a lot like communication frequency readouts and/or energy usage patterns. Either way, I think this is what we’re looking for.
Morgan/Silveira: Response
Imril examined the lower workings of the console and found a seam too small for the pipe to help with. They pulled the Jem’Hadar knife to use instead. Before they started fishing around, they pulled off their field jacket and wrapped the naked metal with the faux-leather of a sleeve. They jammed the business end of the knife into the seam, and a bit of twisting and pushing later, a hinged section gave way. Pale lavender light suffused their face.
Imril: There’s a single power line that’s lit up in here. The rest… I can’t say for sure why they’re inoperative. ::Looking back to the others:: No need to bother translating the controls. I can bypass them by plugging the rifle’s power cores into this specific cable and dumping their power into it all at once. Send a massive energy pulse down the line that should overload -- or overheat -- the hardware at the other end of the line. That should do to shut the signal down. It’ll blow out this screen, too, so we’ll want to be clear of it. Again, happy to hear other ideas.
Morgan/Silveira: Response
Imril took a moment to think through the most pressing question that arose from sending such an energy pulse through the ship.
Imril: No, I don't believe this stunt will affect the ship’s weapons at all. My estimation is that one of those dead lines routes to those. It’s possible, though, that when I kill the hardware that we can affect, we could lose functionality of the eyepiece. There’s just no telling how interconnected it is with the sensors or the emitter.
Morgan/Silveira: Response
(OOC: In the interest of moving along to the reunion, go ahead and write Imril doing the thing if their suggested plan is enacted)
TAGs/TBC
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12