Ensign Tho’Bi - Known Knowns, Known Unknowns, Unknown Knowns, and Unknown Unknowns...

[Tobi]

((Ensign Tho’Bi's Quarters, Compartment 99, Section 7, Deck 5, USS Artemis)) 

Dark blue eyes tracked the blazing orbs of fusion set deep into the pitch. In his mind he attempted to estimate their distances…. Hundreds of lightyears? Thousands? Millions?

So deep into his private star gazing, the chirp of his Combadge startled the young Andorian. 

Tho'Bi: ::Startled:: Zalexu!

Blue finger tapped the silver and gold Combadge. 

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Ensign Tho’Bi.

The Andorian felt a slight twinge in his antennae at the sound of the Chief's voice.

Tho’Bi: ::deliberate:: =/\= Yes, Lieutenant Commander ::beat:: Ensign Tho’Bi reporting. =/\=

Silveira: =/\= Pack up a small but comprehensible repair kit. You, me and Ensign Cole are beaming out to a ship that needs some repairs. It’s an unknown vessel so you might need to be versatile. Report to transporter room two as quickly as you can.

The Andorian glanced down at the black rucksack. It seemed small enough to the one meter ninety centimeter tall Engineering Ensign. 

Tho’Bi: =/\= Good to go on the kit, sir. =/\=

Growing up on the edge of Federation space, had afforded the young Engineer a unique education in ‘off the Academy text book’ Engineering; but that was no guarantee, he'd even understand the basics of an entirely unknown technology.  

Tho'Bi: =/\= Do they have an Engineer on board? =/\=

Silveira: =/\= We will find out when we reach there. Silveira out.

The Combadge fell silent. Long deep breath. Fusion in the dark.

Blue fingers fell on his holstered phaser. The Chief had not told him to carry a weapon. Why had he felt the need? 

Burning wood. Residual pressure wave tremors.  

The Ensign upholstered the phaser and stowed it back in the standard issue Starfleet lock box. The box shunted to locked shut, only his thumb print could open it now.

Silver flash. Once. Twice. The first Ushaan-tor Blade dropped into the bed. The second Ushaan-tor Blade dropped onto the bed.

Long deep breath.

Tho'Bi: ::quiet hushed:: Okay.

//Five Minutes Later//

((Transporter Room Two - Deck 7, USS ARTEMIS-A))

Swoosh! The doors slid open and the familiar ambient modulated drone of the Transporter Room washed over the young Andorian.

As his long Andorian legs carried him across the threshold, the Andorian noticed the newly promoted Chief Tactical Officer casting a critical eye over the Ensign's choice of Engineering Kit.

Clearly eager to waste no time, the Chief gestured towards the Transporter Pad and nodded.

Silveira: Thank you for joining me, now let’s get ready.

Tho’Bi: ::quiet:: Aye, Aye, Lieutenant Commander. 

Cole: Response

Vitor nodded to the Transporter Officer and tapped his combadge.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to the Bridge. Away team standing by to beam out.

Bridge: =/\= Response

Shimmering energy cascaded around them. A rapidly modulating riser shifted up the frequencies. The Transporter Room shuddered into nothing, something shuddered into everything. 

((Onboard Unknown Vessel - Location as Yet Unknown))

Off-beat rhythms. The deck trembled to off-beat rhythms. Something was out of sync. This ship felt like it was fighting with itself. Ill-calibrated systems knocking others off-axis, a cascade failure of the ill-judged, the ill-maintained, or the ill-conceived.

Antennae twitched as he explored the vibrations and modulations of this unknown vessel.

Silveira: Response 

Tho'Bi: ::quietly:: Aye, Aye, sir.

Engineering Tricorder snapped out of its utility belt snug and flipped open. Blue fingers danced across inputs and the Tricorder beeped and chirped in response. 

Cole: Response 

His spatial awareness was still not one hundred percent. The world felt melted around the edges. Objects on the peripheral collided into each other and became warped and unrecognisable to him. It was in that mess, that the young Andorian sensed a flickering movement.

Instinctively, the Andorian turned toward an opening in the bulkhead. A small figure stood in, what the Andorian assumed must be a doorway. 

Not surprisingly his two tactical/security companions had also noted the small figure. It was the Chief who ventured word into the silence. 

Silveira: Response 

Dariell: Response 

The young Andorian watched as introductions were made, quietly waiting his turn. 

Silveira: Response 

Cole: Response 

Dariell: Response?

Silveira: Response 

The Andorian Engineer stepped forward and bowed slightly. 

Tho'Bi: ::quiet and measured:: I am Ensign Tho’Bi. I am an Engineer.   

Dariell: Response 

Tho’Bi: I have brought some tools and equipment ::beat:: With your permission ::bows:: perhaps we could start with most critical systems.

Dariell: Response 

Silveira/Cole: Response

TAGs/TBC

((OOC: As requested by Bruno, I added tags for Dariell. The introductions make for a rapid run of tagging, hence the high number of tags in this Sim.

Andorian Word: Zalexu - literally means, “Touched unexpectedly by ice” and is broadly similar to “For f—’s sake!”. It is usually used in response or reaction to sudden events. 

https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Andorian/Graalen#Swear_Words ))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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