Ensign Jaran Jira - At The Mercy Of Others

[Jira Jaran]

(( Ruined Dock - Callis I)) 

Munro: I don't think we have long! Trust us, that might have the answers! 

Breys: Are those things close?

Jira really didn't know what this meant for them. They really were incapable of moving under their own power at this point. 

Jaran: Oh good. More running. I'll get my running shoes on.

Silviera: response

The commander was gesturing wildly for the team to get to the box. Jira at least did what they could to gather up their materials and hope that no one forgot them.

Munro: Get inside the box! 

They saw Breys run off with their supplies.

oO Bye, doc. Oo

Munro: Silveira, Breys! Help me!! 

Jira sighed out of relief when the team came to bodily haul them along.

oO Prophets, let this leg stay stable. Oo

Breys: Let's get them inside fast, we can make sure the leg wasn't disturbed in a moment.

Silviera: responses

Imril: I think we have to lock the bunker door from the inside to reflood the chamber. And do it in a hurry, before the dark things can close the gap and reach the campground.

The cries of the Things in the tunnel were echoing. Closer. Closer.

Breys: I support whatever plan puts me further away from that.

Silviera/Imril: responses

Once they were in the surprisingly high tech but unsurprisingly non-functional room inside the box, everyone's comm badge began to emit their familiar chirp, and that sound was like a balm over the soul. Something familiar. Something lost and regained. Something of home. Fuzzball looked up with wide eyes, feeling exactly the opposite of the team, no doubt.

Munro: Don't get too excited. It only works inside this box. It's what ancient humans called a Faraday Cage. It shields us from the effects of the Maelstrom. But only when we're inside a sealed box. Like this one. Imril and I found what looks like a map with more crystals on it. 

There were crystals everywhere, clearly forming important landmarks.

Breys: It sounds like you already found more of these rooms, Sir. 

Silviera/Imril: responses

A pressure inside their head. Their pagh was whispering. Or was it someone else's?

Munro: Wait! :: hushed them all :: Can you hear that? 

Breys: Does that mean there are more survivors?

Jaran: Ok, so it wasn't just me. That's all I needed to know. Telepathy, then.

Silviera/Imril: responses

Then Munro dashed across the room, hopping onto one of the open consoles.

Munro: Jovenan! Is that you?!

A new, unfamiliar voice crackled through the comm system.

Jovenan: =/\= Yes! Yes, Commander, I am! It’s so good to see you! Can you hear me? =/\= 

Munro: :: elated :: We can hear you?! I think we're in some kind of …

It was nice to see a familiar face. Others were alive. That was the first real bit of hope they'd had in a while.

Jovenan: =/\= We can see you. The room you’re in is quite similar to the one we have here. ::pause, looks to the console:: We also have several symbols on the screen. We’ve figured the triangles reference to your health status, but there are also some prominent semicircles. No idea what they mean. =/\= 

The semicircles seemed to match strange semicircular cut outs in the wall, they looked big enough to fit someone, if only barely.

Munro: I think I know what they mean… if I'm right this is some kind of crude transportation network. 

Jovenan: =/\= You might be right, Commander. But we can’t take the risk using it on people, the probability of incomplete or corrupted transportation is too great. We could try it out with objects, first… is everything alright in there? =/\= 

Munro: There's no guarantee this will work. We get into one of those we might not step back out again :: turned back to the communication console :: Commander, we're ready. Do what you need to do.

oO I guess we're doing this. I... do not approve. Oo

As a doctor, Jira had extreme objections to being subjected to presumably molecular transport by unknown means and technology. As an isolated sentient being, they really craved being with others.

They wondered how Fuzzball would fare as they dissolved into light, hugging the creature to their chest.

oOHere we go. Oo

Then a voice. Were the Prophets finally speaking to them?

Callisian: Beware the network … it transforms… 

End Act 2 for Ensign Jaran Jira

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Ensign Jaran Jira

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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