Lt. Silveira: Flexing the muscles.
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Apr 14, 2025, 4:54:45 PM4/14/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Outside Water Treatment Plant - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III))
With “operational” command, or truthfully a good excuse to get inside the wreck Vitor and Kyle joined Imril, although he wasn’t exactly sure what to look for, hopefully Imril would know what might be needed to get them into Jem’Haddar strength levels.
Silveira: Well, I didn’t ask to be in charge here, but since I am… ::he shrugged and looked to Imril:: What are we looking for anyway?
Imril: Something we can use like a combination screwdriver and lever to turn the latches with. I don’t know the target angle, but I wouldn't expect more than one-hundred-eighty degrees. Jem’Hadar aren’t the most flexible people. In so many ways.
Vitor nodded, although he wasn’t really sure what that would look like.
Silveira: Not exactly something I am used to using…
Kyle appeared to be on it, as he walked over some equipment and pulled it from the ground.
Morgan: What about this? Will this work?
Imril: Yeah, that’s a good find. Jem’Hadar are strong, but I expect iron is stronger for our purpose. Honestly, I could cobble together a couple of magnetic screwdrivers to do the job with all this tech. But I don't know how the ship will respond to a spike in EM activity, so let’s not risk it.
Considering Imril was the expert in that area Vitor thought it was best to be cautious.
Silveira: Then let's not risk it. Let’s flex some muscles.
Kyle held it forward and offered it to Vitor, winking at him. Vitor nodded in reply taking the pipe Kyle gave him.
Morgan: Do we need another one?
He pointed at several other pipes of similar sizes close to where he picked up the first one.
Imril: Make it three. Both latches will need to be turned simultaneously, and we might all need one on the inside.
Vitor nodded to Kyle, as Imril steeped around a palette of pipes, or supports, or some other construction stuff he didn’t recognise.
Imril: ::Lifting up an anchor-rod with audible effort:: This should do for jamming the hatch open. I’d rather not let the ship decide when to close the hatch back up. ::To Silveira:: Little help? Please?
Vitor moved quickly to assist Imril, helping him with what looked, and felt by the weight of it, a supporting beam.
Silveira: Here we go.
Luckily he was in good shape and he managed to take some of the weight from the smaller Ensign.
Apparently, with all the needed tools, they started making their way back to the hatches.
Morgan: Okay. I found the pipes. You two can be responsible for opening the doors.
Vitor arched his eyebrow to Kyle.
Silveira: Funny Doc… Very funny…
Imril set down that thing Vitor helped him with and shook his arms. They worked around the wreck until they found that second hatch they had mentioned.
Vitor let Imril set things up and joined them. Vitor wasn’t sure if Imril was trying to impress them by starting the heavy work by themselves.
Vitor joined in the effort as Imril spoke
Imril: It goes counter-clockwise, Lieutenant. Doctor Morgan, you’ll have to be our eyes into whatever’s on the other side.
Vitor nodded and gripped tightly his side of the handle.
Silveira: Got it.
Morgan: Response
Imril: ::To Silveira:: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded
Silveira: On your mark.
Morgan: Response
Imril: On three… One… Two… Three!
Imril pushed the bar with all of their might. And Vitor joined his strength with theirs. It was stuck and he weighted forward, pushing his muscles to work.
Slowly they started to make progress. Vitor had closed his eyes but he could hear a metallic groan and feel the movement. Slowly breathing he kept pushing with his eyes shut.
Silveira: Tell me we are moving…
Morgan/Imril: Response
Increasing the push Vitor began to feel his muscles straining. He knew Jem’Hadar were strong. He had fought… Two… One… At least one, anyway forcing his mind to remember that particular incident was not important now.
Gritting he pushed his muscles further, and as they cracked the hatch open he lost balance. His hands slipped, making him lose balance, but with feline reflexes he rolled, landing on his shoulder.
It hurt as he hit the ground and he grumbled. Last time he fell down was so much better, and less painful.
Silveira: Son of a witch…
Morgan/Imril: Response
He sat down and shook his head, as he moved his arm around, rubbing his shoulder.
Silveira: I am OK, did we get it open?
Morgan/Imril: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
With “operational” command, or truthfully a good excuse to get inside the wreck Vitor and Kyle joined Imril, although he wasn’t exactly sure what to look for, hopefully Imril would know what might be needed to get them into Jem’Haddar strength levels.
Silveira: Well, I didn’t ask to be in charge here, but since I am… ::he shrugged and looked to Imril:: What are we looking for anyway?
Imril: Something we can use like a combination screwdriver and lever to turn the latches with. I don’t know the target angle, but I wouldn't expect more than one-hundred-eighty degrees. Jem’Hadar aren’t the most flexible people. In so many ways.
Vitor nodded, although he wasn’t really sure what that would look like.
Silveira: Not exactly something I am used to using…
Kyle appeared to be on it, as he walked over some equipment and pulled it from the ground.
Morgan: What about this? Will this work?
Imril: Yeah, that’s a good find. Jem’Hadar are strong, but I expect iron is stronger for our purpose. Honestly, I could cobble together a couple of magnetic screwdrivers to do the job with all this tech. But I don't know how the ship will respond to a spike in EM activity, so let’s not risk it.
Considering Imril was the expert in that area Vitor thought it was best to be cautious.
Silveira: Then let's not risk it. Let’s flex some muscles.
Kyle held it forward and offered it to Vitor, winking at him. Vitor nodded in reply taking the pipe Kyle gave him.
Morgan: Do we need another one?
He pointed at several other pipes of similar sizes close to where he picked up the first one.
Imril: Make it three. Both latches will need to be turned simultaneously, and we might all need one on the inside.
Vitor nodded to Kyle, as Imril steeped around a palette of pipes, or supports, or some other construction stuff he didn’t recognise.
Imril: ::Lifting up an anchor-rod with audible effort:: This should do for jamming the hatch open. I’d rather not let the ship decide when to close the hatch back up. ::To Silveira:: Little help? Please?
Vitor moved quickly to assist Imril, helping him with what looked, and felt by the weight of it, a supporting beam.
Silveira: Here we go.
Luckily he was in good shape and he managed to take some of the weight from the smaller Ensign.
Apparently, with all the needed tools, they started making their way back to the hatches.
Morgan: Okay. I found the pipes. You two can be responsible for opening the doors.
Vitor arched his eyebrow to Kyle.
Silveira: Funny Doc… Very funny…
Imril set down that thing Vitor helped him with and shook his arms. They worked around the wreck until they found that second hatch they had mentioned.
Vitor let Imril set things up and joined them. Vitor wasn’t sure if Imril was trying to impress them by starting the heavy work by themselves.
Vitor joined in the effort as Imril spoke
Imril: It goes counter-clockwise, Lieutenant. Doctor Morgan, you’ll have to be our eyes into whatever’s on the other side.
Vitor nodded and gripped tightly his side of the handle.
Silveira: Got it.
Morgan: Response
Imril: ::To Silveira:: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded
Silveira: On your mark.
Morgan: Response
Imril: On three… One… Two… Three!
Imril pushed the bar with all of their might. And Vitor joined his strength with theirs. It was stuck and he weighted forward, pushing his muscles to work.
Slowly they started to make progress. Vitor had closed his eyes but he could hear a metallic groan and feel the movement. Slowly breathing he kept pushing with his eyes shut.
Silveira: Tell me we are moving…
Morgan/Imril: Response
Increasing the push Vitor began to feel his muscles straining. He knew Jem’Hadar were strong. He had fought… Two… One… At least one, anyway forcing his mind to remember that particular incident was not important now.
Gritting he pushed his muscles further, and as they cracked the hatch open he lost balance. His hands slipped, making him lose balance, but with feline reflexes he rolled, landing on his shoulder.
It hurt as he hit the ground and he grumbled. Last time he fell down was so much better, and less painful.
Silveira: Son of a witch…
Morgan/Imril: Response
He sat down and shook his head, as he moved his arm around, rubbing his shoulder.
Silveira: I am OK, did we get it open?
Morgan/Imril: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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