PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Rotten Eggs
Addison MacKenzie
(( Outside Water Treatment Plant - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
The trio of unlikely comrades had secured equipment to open the hatches of the
Jem’Hadar ship (and ensure that they stayed open). Imril seemed to think that
the pipes Kyle located were suitable for the job, and with that, they returned
to the hatches of the ship. Now, it was time to figure out how to get in. …he
was sure that Sadar was going to twist her emotional support ring so hard it
would tear her finger right off.
Morgan: Okay. I found the pipes. You two can be responsible for opening
the doors.
Silveira:
Funny Doc… Very funny…
Imril set the anchor-rod down, the men proceeded to walk around the borders of
the hatch until they found another latch set into a circular hollow. After a
bit of digging, they were able to expose the mechanism. Imril stuck his pipe
into the hole, but after he started to press, nothing happened. After moving
the angle of the pipe, and using significantly more effort, the latch began to
move. They weren’t that lucky, though – the pipe was eventually met with
substantial resistance, likely an indication that they needed to modify the
mechanism on the other hatch.
Imril: It goes
counter-clockwise, Lieutenant. Doctor Morgan, you’ll have to be our eyes into
whatever’s on the other side.
Vitor nodded
and gripped tightly his side of the handle, and Kyle nodded.
Silveira:
Got it.
Morgan: Me
too.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded.
Silveira: On your mark.
Morgan: Get set!
He
smirked at his own joke.
Imril: On three… One… Two… Three!
Imril and Sil both pushed with all their might. The latch continued to move slowly, little bits of grit falling away from the edges. A low rumble sounded from behind the hatch, accompanied by a stubborn groan of metal.
Silveira: Tell me we
are moving…
Morgan:
Yes, slowly. It looks like it’s working.
Imril: Response
The two continued to work their respective hatches.
When it finally cracked open, Vitor’s hands slipped and he lost his balance, coming
to land on his shoulder. It was a loud sound, and there was no doubt in Kyle’s
mind it hurt.
Silveira:
Son of a witch…
Imril: Response
Morgan: You okay,
Sil?
Vitor sat down and shook his head, as he moved his
arm around, rubbing his shoulder.
Silveira:
I am OK, did we get it open?
Kyle returned his attention to the hatch, which now had a very visible
separation. It wasn’t big enough for any of them to fit through yet, but when
Kyle went to lift the hatch, it moved far more easily than it had before.
Morgan:
Looks like it. Imril, give me a hand and help me lift this the rest of the way.
Imril: Response
Kyle situated himself at one corner of the hatch and waited until Imril was in
position. After making eye contact, he made a quick nod, and together they
lifted the hatch to an opening large enough for them to slip in.
Morgan: Hey Sil, take that other pipe we got and shove it in here so we
can prop it open!
Silveira: Response
Vitor inserted the pipe into the opening and gave it a wiggle, making sure that it was secure. When he was satisfied, Kyle stood up and wiped his dusty hands on the front of his tunic.
Morgan: Last one in’s a rotten egg!
He didn’t wait for the others to object and instead slid feet-first into the opening. When the majority of his body was in, he dropped into the middle of a corridor. The ship was on its side, so the walls were effectively serving as the new floor. It was dark, dingy, and smelled like dirt, death, and decay. After another few seconds, Sil and Imril dropped in behind him. Kyle raised his arm and held it under his nose.
Morgan: ::flatly:: It smells like shit in here.
Silveira/Imril: Responses
He shrugged it off.
Morgan: Well, now what?
Silveira/Imril: Responses
Tag, and TBC!
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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
V239601AM0