Commander Ava Munro - We Will Not Be Destroying Planets Today, Not On My Watch
Ava Munro
(( Singularity Prototype Lab – Meranuge IV ))
There wasn't much that got Ava both awestruck and angered but such was the sheer hubris of this project and the recklessness of it. She found herself mystified in a rotating state of admiration and despair. The Da'al had managed to take a fusion generator, and grab some Romulan tech and make … whatever this was?
An engine for the Afalqi was the most likely assumption BUT the Afalqi was not here and it still didn't explain what was in the box that required this level of power.
Tarsan: Romulans would make a lot more sense than Klingons. They could certainly spoof the Klingon readings.
Bancroft: Explains the subterfuge. And the conspicuous absence of… ::gesturing around him:: the sort of enthusiasm Klingons tend to leave behind.
Tarsan: Though, I don’t understand why they’d put so much effort into it, considering that eventually someone would find this…
Bancroft: Maybe they assumed that by the time anyone found it, whatever they’re up to would already be past the point of stopping.
Munro: Or they wanted to distract the Da'al…
Before she could finish her train of thought, Tarsan’s tricorder chirped, and then continued at an ever increasing rate, as did Ava’s own tricorder.
Tarsan: Uh, Commander, how long did you say Lieutenant Imril was going to be?
Bancroft: ::frowning suspiciously at Tarsan:: … why?
There was a wall of consoles and Ava moved quickly towards them.
Munro: We don't have time to wait. What are the readings telling you.
Ava pushed some commands, and the screen came alive but it felt like it held onto it's loading screen for an eternity.
Tarsan: ::swallowing:: Well, you know how I said that if containment failed it could theoretically destroy the planet? That theory might be about to be tested.
Bancroft: …Super.
Munro: That's the worst case scenario.
Ava was focused on the best case scenario. As yet to be determined but it definitely includes her surviving this whole ordeal.
Tarsan: I uh, guess that would explain why they weren’t worried too much about someone finding the reactor. They weren’t expecting it to be here for all that long.
Roy shot Commander Munro a sideways glance.
Bancroft: Don’t suppose running will do us very much good – even if I gave you another head start ::tapping at his tricorder:: We’ve got three minutes.
The screen loaded up and her eyes took several seconds to learn the interface's configuration. Years of working within operations, and system engineering had provided her with the necessary skill of quickly adapting to the design language of multiple species and often they shared some commonalities. This was no different.
Munro: :: distracted :: We all know I give you the headstarts, Roy. I long for the day you can beat me, if only for your self respect.
She looked to Roy, and flashed him a grin.
Munro: I think if we lockdown the plasma injectors we can prevent the overload :: eyes scanned :: If it was the Romulans, it wouldn't serve their interests to destroy the planet.
Tarsan: Response
Bancroft: =/\= Bancroft to Artemis. We’ve discovered a Romulan singularity drive in one of the Afalqi support facilities – containment is failing. Less than three minutes to breach. Alert all away teams of the situation and maintain transporter lock on all signals. Bancroft out. =/\=
Three minutes. A lot could happen in three minutes. The noise of the drive was building up, a rhythmic dance. The sound of the machine bearing down on them. Machines she could handle. She was raised around them. The sound didn't terrify her, it exhilarated her. Her fingers flew across the panel as she adjusted the parameters.
Bancroft: ::shouting over the noise:: Romulans wouldn’t build a child’s toy without a failsafe built in, let alone something like this!
Munro: They want us to find it! And we will!
Tarsan: Response
The containment field no longer held clean geometry; its edges wavered, then seemed to misplace themselves by fractions of an inch before snapping back. The far wall bowed just slightly.
The entire thing was destabilisation under the strain, girders flexed and reoriented themselves and walls trembled. The ground beneath them shook violently.
Bancroft: ::shouting:: Lensing’s spiking – localized spacetime shear, temporal desync at the containment boundary! ::glancing at tricorder:: It’s accelerating!
Munro: Tarsan, I need you to vent the plasma! Roy find the fusion control!
Tarsan: Response
Ava concerned herself with the collection generators, she eased the rate and she felt the vibration around them ease off in response.
Bancroft: Commander! Ensign! Over here!
Ava turned and could see Roy at a console set off from the rest of them.
Bancroft/Tarsan: Response
In seconds she was on the console.
Munro: The plasma is venting :: laughs :: Good news everyone, we've saved the planet. Bad news is, we still need to shut this down. For that I need Imril :: gulps and looks at Roy :: Unless you've suddenly learnt 4 years of quantum mechanics in the last ten minutes?
Imril/Cole/Tarsan/Bancroft: Response
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