Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - New Brain, Who Dis?
Sean Sabbage
(( Science Lab - Deck 8, Afalqi ))
Gavrin had been working hard to get the scanners running for the team, and purposefully blocking out the sounds of Ava performing emergency first aid on herself. It was not something that the Ensign would have been able to help with - and the pops and crunches he was hearing behind him were… unnerving to say the least.
He’d concentrated very hard on not listening to the uniquely biological sounds.
Tarsan: I only can find two but that should be enough for what we need. ::looking at the kit with the counter agent in it, tone turning grim:: Now I guess we need to find somewhere to use this?
He was still not sure how he felt about the counter agent. It’d do what they needed it to do, but they’d not had a chance to test it - or indeed get an idea what it might do to him should he be within its area of effect. Hopefully he wouldn’t find out.
Munro: You two will use the devices if we need to. Is there any way we can deploy Ensign Breys concoction to disable the pilots? That could give us some leverage.
K’Wara: We’re on the medical level. On the Artemis, the machinery that maintains the oxygen concentration for life support can be accessed both from Ops and from Sickbay, in case of deckwide quarantines. It would make sense to-
They all braced as another shout came over the intercom. The ship shook, but the three of them remained unharmed. Or at least, no more harmed than they already were.
Munro: Let’s move :: looks to the devices :: Those devices might allow you to access the ships systems.
K’Wara: If we can work them effectively. ::looks to Tarsan:: Think you know enough about these to give me a rundown on how to use it without you feeding it the right frequencies?
Tarsan: Good enough, I think. I’m… hoping I’ve managed to put it into an override, like a sort of safe mode for the device? For those users who might not be able to manipulate the energy fields. I don’t think it’s going to be as featured as it might otherwise be, but enough to use it. It should give us control over the doorways, the tubes, and pick up on any fields we might not have been able to use otherwise….
He gave Tamio a quick run-through of the functionality he’d been able to pick up. There were a lot of settings and configurations he hadn’t figured out yet, but time was of the essence.
Hopefully he’d be allowed to keep one.
Munro: Are you both okay?
Ava rejoined them - her wound now properly stitched up - and Tamio nodded.
K’Wara: No worse for wear on my part, though that can change. Starting to feel mighty encumbered between engineering kits, phaser rifles, Da’al scanners and knockout concoction though…
Tarsan: Good enough to get the job done, Commander. The rest we can worry about when we’re home.
He wasn’t going to bring up his throbbing nose right now - not after Munro’s dislocated shoulder, anyway.
Munro: I can be your arms. Treat me like a tool.
Gavrin blinked. And hid a smile behind an awkward cough.
Munro: That wasn’t meant to sound … :: awkward pause :: Never mind. Just guide me.
Tarsan: I heard nothing, sir. Let’s go.
K’Wara: ::pats Gavrin’s shoulder:: Good choice. All right, I’ll take point. Let’s find the Sickbay on this boat so we can ensure the Afalqi doesn’t participate in this battle.
Gavrin kept his new scanner in one hand, engineering kit and knockout compound in the other. It left him without an easily drawn phaser, but with the two senior officers and their rifles, he trusted his safety with them more than if he was the armed one.
Tarsan: We may need the Artemis’s help to deactivate the ship if we knock everyone out….
Munro: Response
K’Wara: If we could convince every Ship thief on this boat to surrender to arrest calmly and peacefully, that would be preferable, but considering what we know of the lot of them, I’d rather not take chances.
The corridors were deserted again as the trio made their way quickly down the corridors, Gavrin occasionally checking the scanner to see if there was any additional data he could glean, but the device was unfamiliar and he couldn’t make enough sense of the readouts beyond the simplest data.
Tarsan: ::still talking quietly:: Where is everyone? Do you think they’re all up on the bridge?
Munro: Response
K’Wara: Not sure, but let’s count our lucky stars that it is. ::checks with the scanner:: Found it. Side door into Sickbay. ::quiets:: Wait.
Pesho: ::muffled conversation:: -ucky it’s not wors-
Gavrin strained his ears to try and make out more of the conversation, but he didn’t get any closer to the door, just in case.
Tarsan: ::softly:: Let’s give it a minute or two, maybe they’ll leave…
Munro/K’Wara: Response
Gavrin held himself as still as possible. They were at the side door at least, so hopefully if people were leaving sickbay they’d go out a different door.
Pesho: ::muffled:: -ny better?
There was another voice beyond the door that Gavrin couldn’t quite hear, perhaps one of the injured Da’al.
Munro/K’Wara: Response
From beyond the door there was a whoosh of a door opening, perhaps the main door into Sickbay. Was that the Da’al leaving?
D'Hariv: Response
No such luck. Another voice, louder than the others, sounded from behind the door. A new entrant into Sickbay? There was something about the voice though - Gavrin had heard it before. He frowned, pressing himself up against the wall as close as he dared, trying to place it. Something about it set his mind on edge.
Munro/K’Wara: Response
Pesho: ::muffled:: -ing here?
D'Hariv: Response
That voice again. Gavrin knew it. Why did he know it? He sorted through his memories, trying to find the trigger that would lead his mind to the answer. It was recent. A negative emotion attached to it. He’d not had much contact with the Da’al and he was sure it was none of the officers he’d met on the surface. Where else would he have hea-
It hit him suddenly, shooting through his mind like a bolt of ice, chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place.
You have made me a murderer, today, Rithaak. And my one regret about it is that I only have time to kill you once.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He felt the pain of the weapon slicing through him again. He felt his last moments on the deck of the Artemis as he bled out, the plating stained green underneath him.
Rage that wasn’t entirely his filled him without warning, white-hot and burning through the ice that froze him. He moved without thinking. He didn’t know how his phaser got into his hand, the Da’al scanner discarded carelessly, the sound of it hitting the deck fortunately disguised by the voices that were rising within the sickbay.
He couldn’t stop himself as he started for the door of the Sickbay with only one thought on his mind.
Revenge.
Munro/K’Wara: Response
TBC/TAG and bringing in D'Hariv!