[Act 1 Finale] Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Max Impact
Addison MacKenzie
(( Monastery, Callis I ))
MacKenzie: Inside!
Storm: I’ve got the door.
Cole: The fire should still be going, might need stoking though.
Brexis: ::To Cole:: We better get back so you can take care of that.
Syn: ::With excitement:: Fire? Compared to an escape pod, that sounds like a vacation home on the Risian beach.
The team made their way single-file back through the stone-walled passageway until they emerged in the large room with the cages. Behind them, Storm pulled the door shut and turned the wheel to secure it into place.
MacKenzie: Home, sweet home.
Storm: I feel better down here. The creatures are either more telepathic than we thought or they were rather close.
Cole: ::furrowing her brow:: Both those possibilities sound horrible.
Brexis: It’s hard to tell for sure. Maybe they heard us running and started to follow. ::shaking her head slightly:: It’s just good we are back here.
Syn: ::assessing the entry way:: I feel better here as well, but do we know if any of the creatures are small enough to get through the cracks in our wall here? It's no vacuum-tight bulkhead.
She gestured to the door.
MacKenzie: We should secure that. I think it's too small for them to make it through, but I don't want to take any chances.
Storm: Shouldn’t we get some of the firewood from upstairs first, then secure the door, Ma’am?
Cole: At the very least it might help provide leverage.
Brexis: ::holding her hands up to her sides:: Sure.
Syn: Unless we need more hands on something else, I think I'll be the most use seeing if I can help reinforce our position with the supplies we have collected.
Storm: I’m happy to go get some while you all go through the supplies we were able to bring. Brexis, you wanna come with me? I think if we go anywhere, we should go in pairs.
Cole: I was just about to suggest that
Brexis: Yeah, I’ll go with you.
Syn: Good luck, Lieutenants.
Storm moved up to the door and waited for Brexis to join her.
Storm: We’ll be right back.
Cole: ::calling after:: Check the other door while you're up there!
The pair once again disappeared into the stairwell. After they were gone, the remaining officers started to go through the supplies they'd gathered and sort them out on the floor.
Syn: ::to themselves:: Alright, how did the survival instructor put it? Food, Heat, Shelter...
MacKenzie: ::pointing to the stairwell:: Assuming the fire is still going, we've secured the second and third. And judging by what we took from the escape pods, we have enough rations to last the five of us about a week....
Cole: Ensign Syn …
Cole looked at them, as though looking for affirmation that she'd pronounced their name correctly.
Cole: How difficult do you think it would be to loosen some of these bars? It might make it easier to secure the mangled door.
Syn: With any of my normal tooling, no problem. Unfortunately, all of it is powered in some way. With what I have...
They gesture to the piles of assorted supplies and shrug. MacKenzie offered a mocking flex of her bicep.
MacKenzie: Looks like we'll have to do things the old-fashioned way, Ensign.
Cole: ::setting her sack down:: Looks like I have a mix of rations and the med kit. ::to MacKenzie:: Any chance you can MacGyver a use for any of this?
Cole lifted the medkit to MacKenzie, and beneath it revealed a ration pack.
Cole: ::looking down:: Oh my favorite.
MacKenzie sat on the floor cross-legged and placed the medkit in her lap. She opened it as Cole picked up the ration pack, and proceeded to go through its contents. It was unlikely much of the equipment would be useful. If anything, she supposed maybe the hyposprays would work, but she also wasn't willing to test the hypothesis and waste medication. In her mind, it was better to assume none of it would work and abandon any reliance on it.
Syn: You have incredible taste, then! I've always enjoyed these as well. They were some of the first food I had that wasn't nutrition slop from a replicator.
MacKenzie wasn't a fan of any of the ration packs, but it wasn't about taste, it was about convenience and survival. They'd get the job done.
Cole: Response
Before Cole could activate the ration's heating kit, Syn held up their hand.
Syn: Wait wait wait- Cole, you haven't activated that ration heater yet, right? Can I see it?
MacKenzie's brow furrowed as she looked up from the medkit, wondering what the officer was thinking about.
Cole: Response
As they accepted the packet, a small smile grew on their face.
Syn: ::returning their attention to Cole:: You don't happen to know how to identify mineral deposits, do you? ::to the room now:: Anyone? Because if we can find more of the core ingredients to this reaction, I think we can turn this ration heating pack into a small thermite charge.
MacKenzie's lips pursed slightly.
MacKenzie: A grenade?
Cole/Syn: Response
The low sound of a growl made its way down the staircase and into her eardrums. She imagined that it was likely much louder upstairs... Her inclination was to bolt up and make sure Storm and Brexis were alright, but they were two capable, adaptable officers - if they needed help, they'd ask for it.
MacKenzie: I'd rather not turn our food into ammunition if we don't have to...
Cole/Syn: Response
Just then, the building shook...
(OOC: This brings us to the end of act 1. We'll leave the action here, with whatever else ends up happening to Brexis and Storm upstairs in the next round. Once we get this scene closed out, I'll drop the beginning of Act 2, which will start with a time skip.)
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A