PNPC Ens. S'Rrrrell - My Kingdom for a window
Jess
(( Engineering ))
Those last words floated to their sensitive ears as they were on
the way out. Runabout, probe, reading ability... so something was
out there blocking the readings and someone was out there in a
runabout and they had reason to send a probe. It sounded like a
nebula situation.
Stepping out onto the hallway next to Motha they moved to the next
lift in silence. Once inside they step back against the wall. Not
too close or their tail would be squished.
S'Rrrrell: Deck 7. ::The lift started off. They didn't look at
their roommate and fellow engineer when they spoke.:: Any idea
what's going on?
Motha: Did you not hear what the Commander was saying? You were
the closest and I assumed with those ears...
S'Rrrrell: ::Their voice dripped of sarcasm.:: No, the Seed
placerrrs werrre so exciting I did not hearrr any of it.
Motha: I was in a jefferies tube fixing things. The fact that we
needed the sensors looked at again is not an expected event.
S'Rrrrell: Helpful as everrr. ::They rolled their eyes, with a
slight twitch of their ears and tail.:: I guess we will see when
we get therrre.
Motha: It appears so.
The rest of the ride was quiet. But they didn't need to talk. They
had lived together for long enough, first in the Academy then on
the Constitution. Like a curse that couldn't be broken, they had
been transferred to the same ship and stuck into the same
quarters. Most likely because someone had seen that they had been
roommates during their whole Academy time and that must mean they
got along well. Yeah right.
(( Sensor Room - Deck 7 - USS Constitution-B ))
As they walked through the corridor S'Rrrrell's ear twitched. The
silence was a little eery. Was everyone so busy that the ship
seemed empty outside of the departments? That usually wasn't the
case, there were too many Civilians on this ship. But alright, not
on this deck.
Heading into the sensor suite S'Rrrrell moved to a console, which
was not lit at this moment. Once their paw touched the interface
it jumped to life, while Motha added his code to get proper
access.
Motha: You think something damaged the sensors? That is why the
command has requested us to look at it?
S'Rrrrell: Possible. We'll have to find out. Speculation won't
help us.
Motha: I was just attempting to extrapolate from what we know.
::checking sensor with a bit of a shock :: Look at this! The
sensors are awash. What are we in an ion storm or something.
Looking at the output the Caitian squinted, their tail stiffened
slightly.
S'Rrrrell: I don't know.
The little growl in their chest and tone made it clear that they
did not like not knowing, and that they had to admit that to
Motha.
Motha: Response
S'Rrrrell: You stay herrre.
They started moving to the door.
Motha: Response
S'Rrrrell: I'll find out what this is.
((Corridor, Deck 7 ))
They stepped outside and after a few steps dropped forward to be
on all four to run through the corridor, a lot faster than they
would have been on their hindlegs. The uniform shirt was luckily
of a size and cut that didn't limit them too much with their
movements. Once reaching the next corner they took a sharp left
turn and continued the pattern until they reached the outer ring
of the deck. Here were people would enter escape pods and such,
the walls had windows so the Caitian could look outside.
As a feline their vision compared to humanoids was rather limited,
in manner of colours, so instead of the purples and blues and
pinks, they saw blues and muted grayish colours through the port.
The movement was what got their attention, as it usually did for
them. But it gave them the information they needed. Standing up on
their hind legs their eyes squint a little, as their ears and tail
stood up stiffer. Raising a paw they patted the communicator.
S'Rrrrell: =/\= S'Rrrrell to Motha =/\=
Motha: =/\= Response =/\=
S'Rrrrell: =/\= A window. It appearrrs that we arrre in a nebula.
=/\=
Motha: =/\= Response =/\=
Their eyes wandered past the closer swirls and purred in surprise.
S'Rrrrell: =/\= We arrre nearrr a planet, it apearrrs that there
is a storrrm covering it. =/\=
Motha: =/\= Response =/\=
S'Rrrrell: =/\= Frrrom here I cannot say wherrre, but it could be
anywhwerrre between the Therrrmospherrre and the Stttratospherrre.
Maybe even below. But I believe that the nebula itself would be
what causes ourrr sensorrr prrroblems. And this storrrm would make
communication with the away teams difficult to impossible. =/\=
Motha: =/\= Response =/\=
S'Rrrrell: =/\= That seems to be ourrr job. Let's see if we can
help out make that betterrr. =/\=
Motha: =/\= Response =/\=
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Member
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