Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen - All you need is #!/bin/bash
CPT Arianus
(( Armory - Deck 3 - USS Karnack ))
Deck plus, Deck minus—anyhow, they discovered the corridor that Ollie hoped to reach. He believed he knew where it was, but all the fear, fatigue, and discomfort had obviously begun to take a toll on his memory. It was strange how the memories of the comfortable and secure life he had lived just two weeks earlier now felt so distant…
Munro: Captain, I think there’s a lot of them on this deck. I don’t know how but they know what we’re doing. Not fully, they don’t think like us. It’s instinctive :: emotional :: They’re full of so much anger and sadness. It’s :: pause :: overwhelming.
Breys: I felt something for a moment as well, like the crushing weight of being forced together.
Olliver glanced worriedly at Breys. He felt nothing was different. But he wasn’t T/E like his colleagues, so he needed to trust their words.
Bergmen: Don’t worry, Ensign, just breathe. We are safe.
MacKenzie: What do you make of it? Can you continue?
Munro: I’m good to continue. I can sense the others, I don’t know if it’s telepathy its more like watching a distorted image. I only get a half understanding of them.
Breys: I can’t feel that, I could only feel that sadness.
MacKenzie: We should hurry. Something's obviously happening here…
Bergmen nodded.
Bergmen: Agree. Let’s go.
But they were unable to. Breys writhed in pain and sank to the ground. The captain turned around and-Koala protects-her glance in that moment…
MacKenzie: Ensign, you'd better get to your feet. I'm in no mood to carry anyone.
The captain's gaze fell hard on Munro and Bergmen, clearly communicating the unspoken. Ollie understood.
Bergmen: I will help her, ma’am.
And as he said, he did, trying to grab Breys' arm and waist to help her back to her feet.
oO Perhaps it would be better if I just scoop her up and carry her over my shoulder. Oo
Munro: Response
But Breys pushed away Oliver's hand that reached for hers, getting to her feet on her own.
Breys: I’m… I’m fine, I just felt something too for a second. I think I felt one of the Callisian’s memories.
MacKenzie: Get it together and focus your mind. If we don't get out of here before they tear the ship to pieces, we won't have an opportunity to find out what's wrong with you.
Bergmen cast a concerned glance at Breys. If the Things had that effect on those T/E sensitive, a similar flare could easily occur at the most inconvenient moment - and that could come at any time, especially with the constant sounds of screeching against the ship's hull not letting up.
Bergmen: Don’t worry, Ensign, I will be close if this… flare… will come again.
Munro: Response
Breys: I know I’m not the medical expert in the room, but it seems like we have more pressing matters than me getting a little dizzy.
MacKenzie: We have go. Now. This way!
Ollie folded behind Breys.
Bergmen: Aye, ma’am.
Munro: Response
The group followed their captain, searching door to door for the Armory that Ollie had promised. And they found it. It was the most beautiful sound when the door closed behind Olliver, and the captain locked right behind him.
Unfortunately, that moment of peace didn't last long - just a heartbeat after the lock was secured, scraping against the door frame confirmed their worst fears. The Things were here. HERE.
Ollie watched as the captain jumped from the door’s controls and quickly opened the weapons lockers using her command codes.
MacKenzie: We don't have much time.
Bergman followed Captain's example and removed the phaser rifle and handheld phaser from the racks - handheld holstering to his belt, the rifle holding in his hands, checking the settings as a drill kicked in.
oO Working? Yeah. Array settings. Set. Weapon safety… Released. Oo
Munro/Breys: Response
MacKenzie: I don't suppose there's any way to distract them? Lure them away?
Olliver tried to mask his fear, but his efforts fell flat.
Bergmen: We… (beat) These Things do not like cold. If we overload the corridor cooling lines…
He knew the proposal wasn’t ideal - even if the cooling line outside was functional, it still had to regulate something that required cooling. And without cooling... yeah, that was one more future problem they will need to solve after.
Yet now, that was theoretical, a concern for the future Ollie, if there was to be a future Ollie.
Munro/Breys: Response
MacKenzie: What about to get a message to one of the other teams? See if they can help?
oO Yeah, that is a more… feasible option. Oo
Bergmen gave himself a second to think about it. Combadge network was still out of order; they already tried that. What else could be there?
And suddenly it hit him.
Bergmen: We could hack into the ship’s PAGA system. Where there’s power, there’s an announcement system. The only thing is... others will be able to hear us, but they can’t answer, so... unless someone has a better idea?
Munro/Breys: Response
Ollie nodded, moved to the wall display, and tapped it to activate. It didn’t take long for him to access the programming interface as his fingers danced across the on-screen keyboard, scrolling through the various blocks of LCARS code. As the lines of code scrolled across the screen, his face grew more somber. He tapped his combadge, but the response he hoped for was nowhere in the code.
Bergmen: C'mon, be good, work with me a little…
Breys/Munro/MacKenzie: Response
The scraping on the door had stopped, but it was a fleeting glimmer of false hope. A moment later, a dull thud echoed with impact against the door, leaving a hollow in the lower center in its wake. Ollie felt his heart racing with dread as he added a few final signs to his code injection.
oO Moment of truth… Oo
He activated the command and executed the script. A chirp from the combadge echoed from somewhere behind.
Bergmen: Whoever's combadge just chirped is connected to the system!
Breys/Munro/MacKenzie: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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