Lt. Commander T’Korva from house of Ba’lethe - Hope
Toxin Arlill
(( Admin / Research Annex – Pedestrian Bridge – Central Clinic – Argrathi Capital ))
They’d managed to cross the roof of the foot bridge, break a window and enter the other building. It hadn’t taken them long to make their way into a secured room…
Woolheater: There’s a secure area here...locked. ::beat as Sam forced the locked door open by brute force:: Unlocked now. OK. We’re in.
…or rather, a once secured room and begin scrounging for supplies. Lahl was working on the communications options while Woolheater seemed focused on restocking. T’Korva couldn’t imagine what a small lab locker room could offer, but she had no intention of stopping him, he was very resourceful, a note that sh’ed have to add to his file later — you know, make an effort at being a better senior officer with the paperwork side of things…
Lahl: Yep, I’ve found some sort of communication program. Let me see who I can reach with it. ::she typed:: =/\= Lieutenant Lahl to Starfleet Personnel on the Ground, can you read me? =/\=
Other Ground Team: Response?
The space-age equivalent of static — silence ran the “airwaves”, nothing, not a… then there was something, almost indistinguishable. They couldn’t be sure, but they needed to investigate, it might be their only way out.
Woolheater: ::swallows the water in about 10 seconds:: I thought I heard something?
Lahl: Still waiting sir.
T’Korva: Keep on it.
Woolheater: …Sure.
T’Korva: What’s that first lieutenant? You say something? Speak up man.
Lahl: Response?
Woolheater: Commander? I think you’ll want to see this sir?
Leaving Lahl to their own devices, T’Korva moved over to the marine’s position. The crate contained a stash of older Starfleet rifles and assorted power cells, not what she’d been expecting to find in the abandoned lab. Had they stumbled onto something, were they finally going to catch their pray, the pray they’d been chasing for what seems like days?
T’Korva: Well this certainly is interesting. Potentially a smuggler’s stash. We need to be extra cautious, they may know we’re here.
Lahl: Response?
Woolheater: These are old. Coupl'a years is my guess? Half-charged. Sir? Could be old Dominion War surplus? Somebody staged these here. Somebody might be coming back.
Lahl: Response
Other Ground Team: Response?
It was then that the channel opened and a familiar voice came through, a small bit of hope in the silence. T’Korva could do very well on her own, when it came to survival, but sometimes, even a Klingon heart needs hope.
T’Korva: Thank Kahless! =/\= This is Lieutenant Commander T’Korva, we may have found the smuggler’s hide out. We require reinforc… =/\=
A phaser blast hit the wall behind T’Korva as she dove for cover, quickly grabbing a rifle from the bin, slamming in a power cell and opening up in the direction the shot had come from. This fight wasn’t over, hope would have to wait!
[[ End Scene for T’Korva ]]
Lieutenant Commander T'Korva
Fleet Relief Officer
Currently Assigned to USS Octavia E, Butler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4