Ensign Tho’Bi - Listen all Yurum, It's a Sabotage!

[Tobi]

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

The Ensign woke from a heavy sleep. Apart from the steady rumble of the Warp Core through the deck and bulkhead, his cramped quarters were quiet. A half eaten ramshackle sandwich, of thick green and blue fat grass and slices of pale blue tuber root, jammed between two hulking slabs of hari, still rested on his chest.  

How long had he been asleep?

Before he could reach for his PADD, resting on the edge of his bedside storage unit, his combadge chirped.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Storm, Meris and Tho’Bi. =/\=

Dark blue eyes caught sight of the ancient bulk and space-worn hull of The Boraxian's ‘New Hope' through the small porthole of his quarters. Time to get up. The Andorian swung his long legs round.  

Thud. His makeshift sandwich hit the deck around the same time his feet did.

Storm: =/\= Storm here. =/\=

The new tactical officer’s voice rattled through the combadge. Blue finger, a little less pale now, tapped the small golden communicator.

Tho'Bi: =/\= Ensign Tho’Bi here. =/\=

Meris: Response 

Silveira: =/\= Report to me in transporter room three, we are all going to the New Hope ship. Lieutenant Storm get us each one hand phaser, Ensign Meris bring along an extra medical tricorder, Ensign Tho’Bi bring your PADD, but leave your tools. We have to find the sabouter, although we might already have a suspect since we are also looking for someone.

oO Leave my tools? Oo

Storm: =/\= Acknowledged. I’ll stop by the weapons locker. I’m on my way. =/\=

The instruction puzzled the young Engineer. What use was an Engineer without tools? And who were they looking for? Surely not… 

Tho'Bi: =/\= Who are we looking for, Sir? =/\=

Meris: Response

There was hesitation before the Lieutenant Commander answered. The Andorian lent forward and with a long arm extended, picked up the mess of sandwich.  

Silveira: =/\= Dariell is missing. They can’t find them.=/\=

Pale, but better, blue fingers pushed and pulled the collapsed shambles of the shambolic in nature Sandwich back together. As he did this, the young Ensign took a moment with the news of his Boraxian counterpart's disappearance. 

Storm: =/\= You’ll have to catch me up on who that is when I meet you in the transporter room. I’m on my way to the locker. I’ll be at the transporter room, shortly.=/\=

The young Ensign was at a loss for words. Should there be some, he wondered? Some insight? He had none.

Tho'Bi: ::quietly:: =/\= Aye, Aye, Sir. =/\= 

Meris: Response

Chewing on the ragged, hastily reassembled ensemble, he stood, grabbed up his PADD, and stowed it in his tunic. With another inelegant bite, he spied his Engineering Tricorder and placed it snuggly on his waist belt.

oO Dariell missing? Oo

Long legs ambled into the just sized for purpose bathroom. As he finished off the sandwich, he urinated. As both sandwich and urination came to an end, the toilet automatically disposed of the urine; feeding it back into the ship's recycling system.  

Tomorrow, the urine would be the sandwich.

He washed his hands. Still paler than usual, but better. The sink dried his hands automatically. He swept any rogue crumbs off his tunic and stepped back into the sleeping area.

oO And no tools? Oo

A flash of silver and chrome caught his dark blue eyes, an old-style multi-tool stood upright, jammed in a Starfleet standard mug with various Engineering bits and pieces. The second pocket on his waist was too large for the slim multi-tool. His gaze tracked quickly around the room.  

The half-used roll of silver duct tape would do nicely. It and the multi-tool made for a measured fit in his second pocket.

oO Really good noodles Oo

Swoosh! The doors to the Andorian’s quarters opened and he was gone. Heading for deck 7 and transporter room 3.

((Transporter Room Three - Deck 7, USS Artemis))

Swoosh! The familiar hum and shimmer of the Transporter Room greeted the young Ensign as he crossed the threshold. Lieutenant Commander Silveira, Lieutenant Storm were already present, and the double doors of the Transporter Room had barely swooshed close, before they swooshed back open, and Ensign Meris arrived.

Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Ensign Tho’Bi reporting as ordered ::to Storm:: Lieutenant ::bows slightly:: ::to Meris:: Ensign Meris ::nods::

Silveira/Meris: Response

Storm: So for at least Meris’s and my sake, can you fill us in on who Dariel is, and is it he that you believe to be the saboteur?

Tho’Bi: ::quietly:: Dariel is the Boraxian Chief Engineer… at least, that's what they said. Their manner was… ::head tilt and try again:: They are highly intelligent with a clear head for Engineering concepts but… ::head tilt the other way:: They did not speak as an Engineer would.  

Meris/Silveira: Response

Tho'Bi: I do not believe they are familiar with the ship. ::beat:: Several of their answers made little Engineering sense.

Meris/Silveira: Response

Storm: I can see why you’d suspect him. Do we have any proof that it was him, or is it merely conjecture?

Tho'Bi: They had the means and they had access. But …the same is true of all Boraxians in Engineering. 

Meris/Silveira/Storm: Response

Tho'Bi: I do not believe Dariel wished us harm. ::beat:: but, they were hiding things.

Meris/Silveira/Storm: Response

Phasers were distributed to all. Blue light shimmered and the Transporter Room vanished before their eyes.

((Sub-Levels, Boraxian Vessel ‘A New Hope’))

The room was familiar. The once out of sync rhythms now purred in sync. There was, of course, no Dariell to meet them this time. 

The Andorian Engineer snapped open his Engineering Tricorder. It chirped and beeped. 

Tho'Bi: Ship's systems are stable

Meris/Silveira/Storm: Response

Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Aye, Aye, Sir. 

Dark blue eyes spied an hexagonal set of seven individual transparent hexagons embedded into the wall. The seven hexagons glistened in an ever-shifting blend of metallic light. The Andorian Engineer withdrew his PADD from its tunic pocket. It took but a moment to key it back into the Boraxian systems.

Ping! The PADD synchronised with the ancient vessel's twin core computer system. Paler, but better, fingers danced across the PADD.

A Master System Display of the Boraxian vessel appeared on the PADD display in electric blue. Across the shimmering blue line schematic, doors and access points pulsed red. Beside each pulsing red marker, a counter displayed the number of minutes since activation. 

Tho'Bi: ::pointing at the pulsing red:: These are all the doors and access points that have been activated since we beamed back to Artemis, Sir.

Meris/Silveira/Storm: Response

TAGS/TBC

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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