Lt. Silveira: I know a shortcut.
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May 6, 2025, 6:37:26 PM5/6/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Crashed Jem'Hadar Fighter - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
Vitor listened to Imril and nodded, showing he understood what they were saying.
Slowly he picked the eyepiece and put it on like Imril had explained.
His eyes widened, and forewarned about what he would feel, Vitor was better prepared for the change in view. Although he didn’t feel any discomfort or pain.
Silveira: Damn… These are some weird glasses.
Imril: ::Grimacing with remembered pain:: I can think of stronger words.
Kyle shrugged
He blinked and looked around, it was hard to describe what he was actually seeing. But it was like a juxtaposition of sorts, that his brain was slowly processing.
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: I don’t think we have a shot at getting the lights on, better just shoot for what we can…
Vitor nodded, then he remembered something and tilted his head sideways. Interestingly that gave him a clearer view now, it was as if he could see a sort of layering, of walls, hatches, consoles.
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: Walk toward the light, Sil.
He ignored Kyle’s joke and 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.
Vitor started walking, leading the others across the ship.
Morgan: ::to Imril:: Hopefully we’re able to find our way back out of here otherwise I’d hate to think we might rot down here.
He said nothing but he kept looking around, trying to memorize the layout he was seeing in the eyepiece. Following the corridors Vitor finally led them to a room with some consoles.
The one they wanted was down.
Well, it was up enough to have power as Vitor detected it, but it was again on the tilted side of the ship. This time they all climbed down.
Morgan: What’ve we got?
He and Kyle were leaning over Imril and the console’s “monitor”
Silveira: There’s some information in the eye piece, but I don’t speak Jem’Hadar.
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: Great news. Can we shut it down?
Vitor shrugged. He knew Engineers had this seventh sense when it came to this sort of thing. Touching a system he didn’t know, in a language he didn’t understand, that was a bit out of his league. He tipped his head to Imril.
Silveira: Hopefully
Imril began working on the console, using the knife he caught up earlier.
Vitor blinked when he exposed the console, the eyepiece adjusting to the light.
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: I’m a doctor – unless you need someone to do surgery, none of my suggestions are helpful here. But, I wonder if we overload the console if that might have larger, dangerous consequences we’re not considering? Like, overloading any of the weapons that might still be here?
Vitor looked around, through the eyepiece he could only see this power source reading, the rest of the ship appeared dead.
Silveira: I don’t think so, this is the only registered… Power? I don’t see any active connections.
Imril took a moment before speaking.
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: One way to find out, I guess.
Vitor nodded.
Silveira: I say punch it.
Imril: Response
Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: I think we don’t have much of a choice, and we definitely can’t afford to spend more time musing over the consequences. Go ahead, Imril.
Vitor gave Imril enough room to work and looked around, trying to memorize their way back.
Through the eyepiece display he managed to look at the ship in a different way.
Morgan: Umm, did it work?
Vitor was about to look back at Imril and Kyle when the eyepiece glowed and then slowly dimed, losing all power. He took it off and checked it, by waving it around.
Silveira: I guess so, the glasses are dead.
Imril: Response
Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: Well, let’s get out of here, then. It smells like shit and I’m sure Sadar’s going to be really mad once she finds out we went in without her permission.
Vitor nodded, he pointed to their exact opposite direction.
Silveira: I like that plan. Let go, this way.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Vitor winked as he began to climb up, in the direction to the corridor he pointed.
Silveira: Trust me, I have a plan and know a shortcut.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Although it was supposed to be the shortest route, it did require a little more climbing and crawling. It also took a little longer than even Vitor expected.
But they finally were back at the ship's hatch through which they entered.
Once outside, Vitor stretched as he turned to the others.
Silveira: Damn, I am glad we are breathing fresh air again. Next time remind me not to take the shortcut.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Vitor opened his arms wide in that usual gesture of his. With his mischievous grin and a wink.
Silveira: It's also your fault. I think both of you should know me better by now. At least we got the job done. Now let’s get back and tell Sada the good news.
Morgan/Imril: Response
TAGs/End scene for Sil.
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor listened to Imril and nodded, showing he understood what they were saying.
Slowly he picked the eyepiece and put it on like Imril had explained.
His eyes widened, and forewarned about what he would feel, Vitor was better prepared for the change in view. Although he didn’t feel any discomfort or pain.
Silveira: Damn… These are some weird glasses.
Imril: ::Grimacing with remembered pain:: I can think of stronger words.
Kyle shrugged
He blinked and looked around, it was hard to describe what he was actually seeing. But it was like a juxtaposition of sorts, that his brain was slowly processing.
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: I don’t think we have a shot at getting the lights on, better just shoot for what we can…
Vitor nodded, then he remembered something and tilted his head sideways. Interestingly that gave him a clearer view now, it was as if he could see a sort of layering, of walls, hatches, consoles.
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: Walk toward the light, Sil.
He ignored Kyle’s joke and 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.
Vitor started walking, leading the others across the ship.
Morgan: ::to Imril:: Hopefully we’re able to find our way back out of here otherwise I’d hate to think we might rot down here.
He said nothing but he kept looking around, trying to memorize the layout he was seeing in the eyepiece. Following the corridors Vitor finally led them to a room with some consoles.
The one they wanted was down.
Well, it was up enough to have power as Vitor detected it, but it was again on the tilted side of the ship. This time they all climbed down.
Morgan: What’ve we got?
He and Kyle were leaning over Imril and the console’s “monitor”
Silveira: There’s some information in the eye piece, but I don’t speak Jem’Hadar.
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: Great news. Can we shut it down?
Vitor shrugged. He knew Engineers had this seventh sense when it came to this sort of thing. Touching a system he didn’t know, in a language he didn’t understand, that was a bit out of his league. He tipped his head to Imril.
Silveira: Hopefully
Imril began working on the console, using the knife he caught up earlier.
Vitor blinked when he exposed the console, the eyepiece adjusting to the light.
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: I’m a doctor – unless you need someone to do surgery, none of my suggestions are helpful here. But, I wonder if we overload the console if that might have larger, dangerous consequences we’re not considering? Like, overloading any of the weapons that might still be here?
Vitor looked around, through the eyepiece he could only see this power source reading, the rest of the ship appeared dead.
Silveira: I don’t think so, this is the only registered… Power? I don’t see any active connections.
Imril took a moment before speaking.
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: One way to find out, I guess.
Vitor nodded.
Silveira: I say punch it.
Imril: Response
Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: I think we don’t have much of a choice, and we definitely can’t afford to spend more time musing over the consequences. Go ahead, Imril.
Vitor gave Imril enough room to work and looked around, trying to memorize their way back.
Through the eyepiece display he managed to look at the ship in a different way.
Morgan: Umm, did it work?
Vitor was about to look back at Imril and Kyle when the eyepiece glowed and then slowly dimed, losing all power. He took it off and checked it, by waving it around.
Silveira: I guess so, the glasses are dead.
Imril: Response
Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: Well, let’s get out of here, then. It smells like shit and I’m sure Sadar’s going to be really mad once she finds out we went in without her permission.
Vitor nodded, he pointed to their exact opposite direction.
Silveira: I like that plan. Let go, this way.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Vitor winked as he began to climb up, in the direction to the corridor he pointed.
Silveira: Trust me, I have a plan and know a shortcut.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Although it was supposed to be the shortest route, it did require a little more climbing and crawling. It also took a little longer than even Vitor expected.
But they finally were back at the ship's hatch through which they entered.
Once outside, Vitor stretched as he turned to the others.
Silveira: Damn, I am glad we are breathing fresh air again. Next time remind me not to take the shortcut.
Morgan/Imril: Response
Vitor opened his arms wide in that usual gesture of his. With his mischievous grin and a wink.
Silveira: It's also your fault. I think both of you should know me better by now. At least we got the job done. Now let’s get back and tell Sada the good news.
Morgan/Imril: Response
TAGs/End scene for Sil.
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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