[PNPC] Cmdr. Jashkaa - Rearmament
Genkos Adea
((The Remains of Proust Station, Planetside))
She gently reached out a hand and put it lightly on what she hoped was the man’s shoulder. She gave it a reassuring, although slight squeeze. She ignored the man’s response, which was definitely warranted, given the situation.
Jashkaa: If you can take my hand and place it on the vent’s opening, I’ll lead the way.
Oromis: Oh, of course.
He took her hand before guiding it to the hole in the wall. Feeling around it, it seemed like a good size, that they would both fit through it.
Oromis: Sorry about my cold hands.
Jashkaa: I didn’t notice it.
As she crouched down, she was slightly relieved to see little flecks of light speckling through each of the grates along the shaft. She bent over and started to crawl through it on all fours, ignoring the fact that the walls were starting to close in on her.
Oromis: Now the question is where we want to go. ::there was a pause, interrupted only by the vague noise of shuffling:: If we go left here, we should come to the sickbay. It's just a guess, but I could well imagine that the pirates are there. If we go right, we'll come to two laboratories. I don't know what research was being done there or if there's anything there that could help us in this situation. However... straight ahead we come to a slightly larger storage room. As far as I know, weapons were also stored there for emergencies. That is, if the pirates haven't discovered them yet.
Three good options. However, there was an obvious answer - they were currently unarmed, and needed a way to level the playing field.
Jashkaa: ::quietly:: I say we head for the weapons.
She couldn’t hear him nodding, so she was glad when he verbalised his response.
Oromis: Agreed. Lead the way, I'll follow you.
Jashkaa took off, slowly and carefully shuffling along the shaft. It was tight, and Jashkaa was getting a little claustrophobic. Jeffries’ tubes were just about manageable, but at least they tended to be well lit. She inched along because she wasn’t sure where the pirates were, nor how loud their travel was going to be, and she didn’t want to be noticed. And then shot.
Going across the crossroads, she found the grate into the storage room. It was still stuck tight.
Jashkaa: Is there a knack to getting this thing off?
Oromis: Response
She took a deep breath and carefully (and clumsily) turned around so she could kick the vent. The first thud echoed all the way down the shaft, but didn’t seem to move it. The second was much the same, but the third kick sent the grate skittering away from the hole in the wall.
Jashkaa: Let’s hope nobody heard that.
Oromis: Response
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Cmdr Jashkaa
Counsellor
As simmed by
Commander Genkos Adea MD
Commanding Officer
USS Eagle
G239502GS0
"The games are immaterial. What matters are the stakes” - Emma Frost