Ensign Jaran Jira - Almost Too Easy
Jira Jaran
(( Main Engineering - Deck 4, USS Karnack Crashsite ))
Imril: ::Flurry of keystrokes:: Ha! Overclocking grav generator beneath me! Building up a charge! Polarising the deck plating from here to the door! Sorry, but it’s all I’ve got!
K’Wara: Oh, that’s all?
K’Wara was busy rushing to some storage along the walls. Everyone seemed to have a task, and Jira realised they weren’t going to be able to get out of the way in time. Where could they go with this limp?
Jaran: Can’t wait to see the affect of this on a Bajoran.
But before they could even realise it, Cole had swooped down like a hero of old and grabbed hold of Jira.
Cole: ::to Jaran:: hold on, I’ve got you.
Imril: When I say jump, jump! Three… Two… One… Jump!
Jaran: I’ll… do the best I can to help?
Jira, if asked later, would have sworn that a tendril of a spark licked their boot as Cole helped them leap. But they were unharmed, and the Things were hooting and bellowing in pain as the charge ran through their bodies. They abandoned their quarry and leapt from Engineering, back out into and down the corridor.
Imril: ::Scowing at the door:: Not here, [expletive deleted]! This is my house!
Panting, Jira couldn’t help but smile at Imril’s reaction. That was aggressive, but it was warranted.
K’Wara: Nat, Jaran, sound off: You two okay? No one fried?
Jira did the now-familiar self examination. This planet had made them run through the checklist more than they’d had to do in their entire life combined. But everything seemed fine. They gently stepped away from Cole’s arms and took a few steps toward the doors. The Dark Things had gone out that way, and Jira knew they’d be back. They could feel it.
Jaran: I’m fine here. ::peering through the prised-open space in the doors and speaking slowly:: Just wanted to make sure we were actually alone.
Cole: Response
Jira’s combadge chirruped as Imril tapped hers.
Imril: =/\= Imril to all hands! We have a Dark Thing on Deck Four! Headed away from Main engineering! Moving bow-ward! =/\=
Jaran: ::quietly:: They’re already on Deck Three.
Cole: Response
There was no response other than static on the combadges.
Imril: I’m not sure if anybody heard that. Let's get the power moving to the rest of the ship. Lt. K’Wara, how are the stabilizer emitters doing?
K’Wara: They’ll do the work, but we need a more permanent fix. We can’t manually shield every room we need functional in the Karnack for space flight. But first-
Jira accepted the medkit and the phaser. They’d always been a poor shot, only barely passing competency exams, but knowing the others had one did make them feel a little safer. And the medkit was a very welcome addition to their resources. They opened it and took out the medical tricorder inside. It trilled to life, and that was enough to make their heartbeat speed up. That was the most comforting thing they’d experienced since landing on this planet, newly activated warp core included.
They knelt down and gestured for Fuzzball to come over. Jira was even more curious to find out about this little thing than they were about anything going on with themself. The creature had backed itself up against a console, however, no doubt still in fear of the Dark Things, and refused to come closer. Jira shrugged and stood up.
Jaran: While I’m glad you all have phasers, I’ll admit that I’ve never been happier to have this tricorder. I’ll use the former if I have to, though.
Cole: Response
K’Wara: They won’t do much to the Things, if that pulse Imril just did only annoyed them, but it may be enough to make them think twice about coming in here again.
Jira scanned themself first. That leg needed a real sickbay at the first opportunity, but they admittedly felt a lot of pride that it was in the good shape that it was. A short scan of the others revealed days worth of bumps and bruises and new scar tissue forming and dehydration. But they were all standing and talking with each other, and that was an achievement of its own.
Jaran: You are all so hearty! ::teasing:: You’d never know we hadn’t been on Risa for the last two weeks.
Imril/Cole: Response
Nodding, Tamio took to the nearest console.
K’Wara: According to the ship power grid, Main Engineering is online, as is the Quarantine Suite in Sickbay, the Anti-Matter Storage Bay and the Shuttlecraft Control Room on Deck 2. The Computer Core is also online. The rest of the Ship is still dark. ::taps their fingers together in thought:: What we’re missing for functional flight is... the Deflector Array, Impulse Engines, Shield Emitters, Lifesupport Systems and the Bridge.
Jaran: Are there any functional shuttlecraft that we could shield and get off the planet? Might be easier than getting the whole thing up.
It was a long shot, but they had to exhaust every option. Jira was feeling a little out of their depth. Not to mention, they had a serious headache developing. They glanced at the Engineering doors again, and rubbed their temples.
Imril/Cole: Response
K’Wara: The fact that those areas are still functional means they must have shielding of their own that works against the effects of the Maelstrom. Is there any way for us to capitalize on that?
Jaran: It’s an interesting question. All we did intentionally was to secure Engineering, right?
Imril/Cole: Response
Jira found themself pacing while the others talked. They walked toward Fuzzball, who was still cowering by a console. It looked at Jira and hissed.
Jaran: Hey now. What’s that all about? It’s just me.
They reached their hand out, and Fuzzball gave it a tentative sniff. A few moments passed and it emerged from its cover to crawl onto Jira’s arm and up to their shoulder.
K’Wara/Cole/Imril: Response
Jira ran their tricorder’s scanner over the now-calm creature. The first look at what makes life on Callis tick. Jira tried not to be overexcited, but new life always was a thrill to them.
Jaran: Hey, I know we have a lot of things on our plate, but I’m getting some real good data off Fuzzy here. It’s possible we could use what I’m getting to develop a better defence against our more angry neighbours.
K’Wara/Cole/Imril: Response
A howl reverberated through the ship’s corridors, and Jira clutched at their head. They felt it inside, too. All the rage and confusion and intelligence behind it. It was too much. Without realising it, they had crossed nearly to the doors of Main Engineering. Their hand was reaching toward the gap.
Jaran: They’ve found the others.
((OOC: They at least have pinned down where the other team is. It’s up to you if you want them to have made it there.))
K’Wara/Cole/Imril: Response
Tags/TBC
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Ensign Jaran Jira