Lt. Silveira: The Heart… No, the Brain of the Wreck.
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Apr 21, 2025, 5:49:07 PM4/21/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Crashed Jem'Hadar Fighter - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
Vitor shrugged and began walking down… Well, forward… Or… Sideways…
He just walked straight and ignored any proper localization.
Silveira: We will improvise when we get there. Back in the day they didn’t have UT and managed to make it happen, right?
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Morgan: You’re not that old, Sil. Even before CloQ zapped you.
Vitor nodded and took point, as Imril lightened up the way. He should have also thought of bringing some light like Imril did. As they moved deeper they came across another pile of… Something. But these look differently than the Jem'Hadar armor they encountered before.
Vitor almost joked, saying “That one’s also dead Kyle”, but he narrowed his eyes when they reached a crossing in the corridor. And since the ship was sideways they would have to jump to get to the other side.
Silveira: Well, time to jump. Or will we go down and back up again?
Kyle performed several exaggerated squats and then began pulling his ankle back and up toward his butt to stretch his legs.
Vitor arched his eyebrow and almost rolled his eyes, but he smiled.
Morgan: Legs feel good today, Sil. Real good.
Silveira: Good, you will put them to the test.
Imril got closer, pointing the light downwards as Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: I’ll go first.
Imril moved aside and illuminated the way ahead. Kyle took several steps back and took off, jumping across.
Morgan: Good news guys! Still smells like shit over here too!
Imril: Good. Something to aim for.
Imril was the next to jump, leaving Vitor to follow them.
He took a deep breath and also taking a few steps back he raced and jumped easily.
Once he hit the other side he looked back.
Silveira: Well, I hope there isn’t anything wider to cross.
Kyle stepped up after they were all together.
Morgan: Alright, I think we should move it. Which way?
Imril: The corridor we had to jump was wider than any of the others we’ve seen. Presuming it’s a central wayfare, we should be more or less underneath the command center, near some sort of way up and down the decks.
Vitor tipped his head and looked around. Since the ship was sideways it was a little difficult to get exact bearings.
Silveira: OK then let’s get moving.
They resumed exploring the path ahead, checking for ways up Imril eventually found it.
Imril: Sirs! I’ve got a stairwell over here! More remains, too. Oh, and one of those weird looking polearms if anyone’s hunting for souvenirs. I might take a dagger myself, if we find a clean one. In case I need something sharp and conductive to jam into a control panel.
Imril picked up something that Vitor couldn’t quite discern what it was. They kept moving, Vitor stepping closer to Kyle, as they worked around the starwell.
Silveira: Careful everyone, the ship may be dead, but it’s still dangerous.
Morgan: response
Imril: The Jem’Hadar were all the security the ship ever needed. Why let automated systems have all the fun of fighting off intruders?
Silveira: You do have a point.
Morgan: response
As the starwell ended they had another junction to jump across, and they finally reached the command center door. It took a little effort to open, but it was way easier than Vitor expected.
Vitor took a peak from the door.
Imril lit up the space and it was as messy as the rest of the ship. Maybe even more.
Imril: I think I see some bones down there that might have been the Vorta. It’s a good bet that one of the eyepieces was on them when the crash happened. And there’s one of their energy rifles. If it still functions, it might do for a power source to plug into one of the control consoles. If any of them still function.
Vitor began to look around for supports and ways to reach down. Luckily it wasn’t that high of a fall, as the Control center was relatively small.
The fact the ship was also barely lit by Imril’s flashlight didn’t give him the full perception of any falling distance. Which helped with his fear of heights.
Already looking for hinges and support to lower himself down Vitor stepped to the door.
Silveira: Let me jump in first. There’s enough to hold on and get down, but please wait for me to check it out.
Morgan/Imril: response
He nodded to them and gave another look before moving. In his mind he drew his plan to get down, which was the side of the room. Vitor took a breath and grabbed the handle on the wall, slowly lowering himself. There was plenty of room, and the handle was sturdy enough to resist his weight.
With Imril providing as much lighting as possible he carefully reached for the center railing, getting a tight grip on it.
Silveira: Dammit it’s smelling even worse as we get down.
Morgan/Imril: response
He hanged slowly as he looked for a spot he could land, but with all the shards of the debris Vitor wasn’t too keen to simply jump. He reached one of the support columns, where his foot slided, almost making him lose balance.
His quick reflexes made him hold the handle on the side, before slipping down on the floor, a little quicker than he expected.
But unarmed.
Silveira: Now that wasn’t so fun. You guys really need to get down? I see that rifle you mentioned, but I can look for the eyepiece.
Morgan/Imril: response
Vitor shrugged and began to look around. He grabbed the Jem’Hadar rifle, it hadn’t been that long ago that they fought against them, or had it?
oO It was before Frontier Day… Right? Nevermind, let's get to work. Oo
Vitor started disassembling the rifle as he stepped carefully around the debris. A small light called his attention, and he walked to it as he split apart the rifle pieces.
He tipped his head in the direction of the light.
Silveira: I think it’s here.
Morgan/Imril: response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor shrugged and began walking down… Well, forward… Or… Sideways…
He just walked straight and ignored any proper localization.
Silveira: We will improvise when we get there. Back in the day they didn’t have UT and managed to make it happen, right?
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Morgan: You’re not that old, Sil. Even before CloQ zapped you.
Vitor nodded and took point, as Imril lightened up the way. He should have also thought of bringing some light like Imril did. As they moved deeper they came across another pile of… Something. But these look differently than the Jem'Hadar armor they encountered before.
Vitor almost joked, saying “That one’s also dead Kyle”, but he narrowed his eyes when they reached a crossing in the corridor. And since the ship was sideways they would have to jump to get to the other side.
Silveira: Well, time to jump. Or will we go down and back up again?
Kyle performed several exaggerated squats and then began pulling his ankle back and up toward his butt to stretch his legs.
Vitor arched his eyebrow and almost rolled his eyes, but he smiled.
Morgan: Legs feel good today, Sil. Real good.
Silveira: Good, you will put them to the test.
Imril got closer, pointing the light downwards as Kyle shrugged.
Morgan: I’ll go first.
Imril moved aside and illuminated the way ahead. Kyle took several steps back and took off, jumping across.
Morgan: Good news guys! Still smells like shit over here too!
Imril: Good. Something to aim for.
Imril was the next to jump, leaving Vitor to follow them.
He took a deep breath and also taking a few steps back he raced and jumped easily.
Once he hit the other side he looked back.
Silveira: Well, I hope there isn’t anything wider to cross.
Kyle stepped up after they were all together.
Morgan: Alright, I think we should move it. Which way?
Imril: The corridor we had to jump was wider than any of the others we’ve seen. Presuming it’s a central wayfare, we should be more or less underneath the command center, near some sort of way up and down the decks.
Vitor tipped his head and looked around. Since the ship was sideways it was a little difficult to get exact bearings.
Silveira: OK then let’s get moving.
They resumed exploring the path ahead, checking for ways up Imril eventually found it.
Imril: Sirs! I’ve got a stairwell over here! More remains, too. Oh, and one of those weird looking polearms if anyone’s hunting for souvenirs. I might take a dagger myself, if we find a clean one. In case I need something sharp and conductive to jam into a control panel.
Imril picked up something that Vitor couldn’t quite discern what it was. They kept moving, Vitor stepping closer to Kyle, as they worked around the starwell.
Silveira: Careful everyone, the ship may be dead, but it’s still dangerous.
Morgan: response
Imril: The Jem’Hadar were all the security the ship ever needed. Why let automated systems have all the fun of fighting off intruders?
Silveira: You do have a point.
Morgan: response
As the starwell ended they had another junction to jump across, and they finally reached the command center door. It took a little effort to open, but it was way easier than Vitor expected.
Vitor took a peak from the door.
Imril lit up the space and it was as messy as the rest of the ship. Maybe even more.
Imril: I think I see some bones down there that might have been the Vorta. It’s a good bet that one of the eyepieces was on them when the crash happened. And there’s one of their energy rifles. If it still functions, it might do for a power source to plug into one of the control consoles. If any of them still function.
Vitor began to look around for supports and ways to reach down. Luckily it wasn’t that high of a fall, as the Control center was relatively small.
The fact the ship was also barely lit by Imril’s flashlight didn’t give him the full perception of any falling distance. Which helped with his fear of heights.
Already looking for hinges and support to lower himself down Vitor stepped to the door.
Silveira: Let me jump in first. There’s enough to hold on and get down, but please wait for me to check it out.
Morgan/Imril: response
He nodded to them and gave another look before moving. In his mind he drew his plan to get down, which was the side of the room. Vitor took a breath and grabbed the handle on the wall, slowly lowering himself. There was plenty of room, and the handle was sturdy enough to resist his weight.
With Imril providing as much lighting as possible he carefully reached for the center railing, getting a tight grip on it.
Silveira: Dammit it’s smelling even worse as we get down.
Morgan/Imril: response
He hanged slowly as he looked for a spot he could land, but with all the shards of the debris Vitor wasn’t too keen to simply jump. He reached one of the support columns, where his foot slided, almost making him lose balance.
His quick reflexes made him hold the handle on the side, before slipping down on the floor, a little quicker than he expected.
But unarmed.
Silveira: Now that wasn’t so fun. You guys really need to get down? I see that rifle you mentioned, but I can look for the eyepiece.
Morgan/Imril: response
Vitor shrugged and began to look around. He grabbed the Jem’Hadar rifle, it hadn’t been that long ago that they fought against them, or had it?
oO It was before Frontier Day… Right? Nevermind, let's get to work. Oo
Vitor started disassembling the rifle as he stepped carefully around the debris. A small light called his attention, and he walked to it as he split apart the rifle pieces.
He tipped his head in the direction of the light.
Silveira: I think it’s here.
Morgan/Imril: response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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