PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Chicken

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Outside Water Treatment Plant - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))

Gila, Gnai, and Vailani went with the administrator, leaving Silveira and Imril to figure out how to get in the ship. Or blow it up. Or something. And Morgan was left to… supervise? He looked back at the semi-unearthed ship, then back to Imril and Silveira. To say he felt out of his comfort zone – both in the engineering aspect, and in his ability to supervise Silveira – was an understatement.

Morgan: Well, where do we start?

Silveira: First we get close. Carefully. If the tricorder’s don’t work, what other options do we have?

Imril: If I’m right about the reason for the interference, the only way to disable it is to get inside and manually shut the source down. But I’d love to hear any other ideas?

Morgan: Don’t look at me, you guys are the experts.

Vitor carefully moved closer, looking around the portion of the wreck that was visible, before finally pointing to the left.

Silveira: Does that look like a hatch?

Imril raised their PADD and Kyle narrowed his eyes to try to zero in on the spot Silveira was talking about. It was too far for him to make out. He hoped their engineering colleague had more definitive information to offer.

Imril: Maybe, maybe not? I can’t get the fighter schematic back up to be sure. Could be a fueling port. 

Morgan: Not exactly a viable point of entry…

Silveira rolled his eyes and started walking in that direction as he shrugged.

Silveira: Of course I am not going in. Not at least without reaching Doctor Sadar. ::He turned, winked and smiled at Imril and Morgan.:: I think we should all get inside… Once we call her.

Imril: And get her permission to go in without her?

 

Silveira: Maybe…

Morgan shook his head and clicked his tongue several times.

Morgan: Let me know how that works out for you…

Imril: We should probably determine if that is a way into the ship before alerting Doctor Sadar.

They stepped up alongside Silveira to examine the ‘hatch’ more closely. Kyle knelt down and ran his hand over what looked like a seal between the cover and the body of the ship. He still wasn’t convinced that this was a viable point of entry. Vitor knelt down and started doing the same. It wasn’t long before Imril offered a chilling question.

Imril: Sirs.. How long can a Changeling survive away from the Great Link?

Silveira: Good question… I don’t think they can last very long… Do you know Doc?

Kyle shrugged.

Morgan: I don’t know much about Changelings, aside from the ones we observed during Frontier Day. I know that the one who lived on DS9 was able to live for years outside the Link as long as he was able to revert to his natural form regularly…

Vitor looked at the soil and at the now surfaced wreckage. Kyle turned his attention to it, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at.

Silveira: Interesting… It feels like this has been down for… a few decades… ::he pointed to the half excavated part of the wreckage.:: The sedimentation here… Looks like something that took decades to settle… But we can’t be sure without a tricorder. ::He shook his head and stood up looking at Imril:: Have you found something Ensign?

Imril: Response

Kyle looked to Vitor and offered a child-like smirk.

Morgan: Seems like we should go in…

Silveira: Well, it looks like we have to reach the Boss.

Imril: Response

Vitor nodded and tapped his combadge.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Doctor Sadar

A string of static came through the open line. After a moment, he tried again.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Doctor Sadar

The result was pretty much the same. He shrugged and went for it again.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Doctor Sadar, please respond…

It worked but there was a lot of interference.

Sadar: =/\= Response

Vitor raised his voice.

Silveira: =/\= It’s hard to understand you. I have a hunch this ship is older, but until we get inside we can’t be sure. I am considering going in. Please advise

Imril: Response

Sadar: =/\= Response

Kyle’s brow furrowed at the lack of a clear response. He supposed it was likely interference from the ship that was causing it, but he didn’t know enough to say. He shrugged it off.

Morgan: I think we should go in.

Silveira/Imril: Response

Kyle rolled his eyes and sighed.

Morgan: Oh come on, how mad could she possibly be? And if this thing is as old as you say it is, I’m sure there’s nothing alive or surprising down there by now.

Silveira/Imril: Response

Kyle raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

Morgan: You’re not scared of Sadar, are ya, Chicken?

Silveira/Imril: Response

 

Tag, and TBC!

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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
V239601AM0