Ensign Stephanie Moore: Garbled Communication and Heroic Acts

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((Shuttlecraftt Scott))

Blair: =/\= Lieutenant Shayne you have my permission to launch, get to a safe altitude and wait for our signal to come back down. =/\=

Shayne: [TAG]

:: Stephanie felt the thrust as Shayne took them off the ground, causing some kind of off-screech and two pangs of metal echoing within the shuttle. She racked her thoughts on what to do with a creature attached and attempting to break into a shuttle as her eyes roamed the station in front of her. ::

Moore: Don't shuttles have shields, too?

Shayne: [TAG]

:: Twin lightning blasts illuminated the darkened planet, a vast sea of storm clouds without end. Stephanie suddenly wanted to see the stars. She didn't care for storms. Her sensitivity seemed to electrify when there were bad ones, and Rebecca's too, come to think of it. omO Maybe they teased as the Seattle Witches for a reason... Oo Shaking that thought, she brought the shuttle's limited shields online while Shayne fought the storm. ::

:: Sparks popped off the dash alongside a roaring screech from outside. Stephanie dared a glance out the canopy, watching as a somewhat crispy creature flapped while falling, attempting to establish some kind of altitude. ::

Moore: Sorry about that... go find another meal somewhere else. Preferably not 'us'.

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: We ditched it. I don't think it liked our shields.

:: A bright, white crackled laced near the shuttle's nose. Stephanie caught the arm rests in her seat while Shayne demonstrated his pure mastery of flying. She felt her skin tingling, as if somehow her senses kicked into overdrive. ::

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: Let's not become crispy critters ourselves!

:: The com crackled, static abundant while Blair's voice cut in and out. ::

Blair: =/\= Shay.......hutt....round...ow! =/\=

:: They blinked at each other. ::

Moore: Huh?

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: ::opening com:: =^= Lt.Cmdr. Blair, this is the Scott. Could you repeat that, please? =^=

Blair: =/\= Tha.....der! ...er...ime....ment! =/\=

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: There's a lot of interference. ::adjusting the com bandwidth frequencies, increasing the buffer:: =^= Sir! Please repeat! We're having trouble receiving coms! =^=

Blair: =/\= ....vere.....ning....oyed....bout....aking....es.......uys. =/\=

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: ::shaking her head:: We need to get closer to the ground. It's coming out as gibberish.

:: Shifting course, they came around and headed back for the strip. Stephanie hoped the first group was ready, but she didn't relish attempting to climb out of this storm. She felt the hairs on her head stand as a feeling something exceptionally wrong took her. She shook her head. ::

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: I don't know. I'm just getting weird vibes. My skin's tingling, my hair's on end, it's like I'm some kind of syphoning energy spike.

Shayne: [TAG]

Moore: ::wincing:: A little sensitive, yes. But what does me having a bit of an ability have to do with this storm?

Shayne: [TAG]

:: Without warning, another streak of lightning flashed as several sparks blew out on the controls of the cockpit. Stephanie shielded her eyes as she heard Shayne's response and a quickened thrust sideways as the shuttle spun. She barely had time to take stock of what just happened before Randal yelled at her. ::

Shayne: [TAG]

:: Before Stephanie knew it, Shayne tackled her and knocked the both of them backwards into the shuttle, away from the cockpit, and smothered her completely as a jarring smash sent everything spinning into darkness upon the impact. ::

Shayne: [TAG]


TBC...


Ensign Stephanie Moore
Tactical Officer
USS Gemini

as simmed by

Commander David Cody
(temporarily commanding)
USS Daedalus