Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Jigsaw
Sean Sabbage
(( Exterior Afalqi Project Complex – Meranuge IV ))
The turret was disarmed, and for the moment at least, nothing was trying to kill the team. Gavrin chanced taking a breath before asking about the fallen security officer.
Tarsan: Ninety-five percent sure. How’s that security officer doing, Doctor?
Roy’s expression tightened – just slightly – as he lowered his voice.
Bancroft: Alive, but barely. If they get her to a surgical center quickly, she’s got a decent shot at making it. ::gesturing at the turret:: Whatever that thing is, it’s nasty. Not clean – nothing like one of our phasers.
Munro: Good job, Roy. If she survives, it's because of you :: to Tarsan :: And you, Tarsan. Great work, Ensign. We do have to work on that throw though. That wrist movement :: tsk tsk :: You need to bend it more.
Gavrin couldn’t resist the bashful grin that passed across his face at the comments from Munro.. Even if it came couched with some constructive feedback. He was nothing if not a golden retriever when it came to praise.
Bancroft: ::sly aside:: Do not let her challenge you to a throwing competition. ::beat:: Or any competition, for that matter.
Tarsan: Wasn’t planning to, Doctor. I uh, wasn’t really the sporty type, at the Academy.
Munro: :: curious :: What are these? Is there anything you can tell us?
Da'al Security: :: shrugs :: Dilithium storage? I don't know. That's the engineers responsibility. We don't interfere, that's not our orders.
Munro exhaled and raised her tricorder, scanning the turret. Surprise flickered across her features as she angled the display toward them.
Bancroft: Residual hadrons and ions? That’s a very distinct signature.
Tarsan: Klingon in origin? It’d explain how nasty the turret was, but… aren’t they usually a bit uh… louder about it?
Munro: Klingons? :: she shook her head :: Ever known a Klingon to hide the spoils of their battles? Steal ships without claiming glory? Something doesn't feel right about that. Lets try and find that jamming device.
Bancroft: Klingons aren’t generally known for subtlety, no. No blood. No scattered limbs. No lingering suggestion that personal hygiene is a theoretical construct. The scan may say Klingon… but the scene here does not.
Tarsan: ::scanning the area again with his tricorder, face falling:: Ahh… um. So, about that jamming device. It stopped working at the same time I- uhm… ::cringing:: the turret exploded.
Ah yes. The passive voice. “The turret exploded”. Not “I blew up the turret”.
Munro: The turret was the jamming device? The turret we just destroyed?
Bancroft: In our defense, ma’am, it did try to destroy us first.
Gavrin crouched by the turret, desperately trying to get some readings from it.
Tarsan: The memory chips seem to have wiped themselves when it stopped working. A failsafe…
Munro: Response
Bancroft: Gavrin, you can put that back together, right? I mean the tales about Starfleet engineers are… legendary. ::dryly:: You’ve got five minutes.
Gavrin winced, looking down at the remnants of the turret, trying to trace the cables from it.
Tarsan: I’m not… sure that’s going to help anymore. Not without a lab to try and decipher whatever’s left of the memory.
Munro: Response
Bancroft: Well, if the turret’s out of the question – for now, anyway – I suppose it’s time for us to find out… ::gesturing at the storage crates:: what’s in the box?
Gavrin cocked his head to the side as he followed the turret’s wiring. It led into one of the boxes. He held his hand up to stop the others from getting too close to it, cautiously scanning near it.
Tarsan: Something in that crate ::pointing:: is using a lot of power. I’m trying to figure out where it’s getting it from.
Munro/Bancroft: Response
Gavrin nodded absently as he stepped carefully around it, finally finding what he was looking for. He gestured to the thick power conduit leading directly into the crate, carefully hidden behind various pieces of equipment and likely-empty containers.
Tarsan: It’s drawing its power from the facility. ::staring at the readings of his tricorder:: And the turret was connected to it. It’s shielded though, so I can’t tell exactly what’s inside.
Munro/Bancroft: Response
The engineer was guessing at this point. An informed guess, based on what his tricorder was telling him, but still a guess nonetheless. But he was starting to put a picture together and he really didn’t like it.
Tarsan: If I had to make a hypothesis, right now? I think it’s whatever’s been trying to neutralise us. The gantry, the footage deleting itself, the turret..? Something’s been controlling it and I think it’s in that box.
He hated guessing. He also hated the idea that the box was trying to murder them. He scanned it some more times for good measure.
Munro/Bancroft: Response
Tarsan: The way today’s going I’d expect the crate to explode when we try and open it, but I can’t detect any explosives.
Just like he couldn’t detect a murder gantry.
Munro/Bancroft: Response
TAG/TBC