Lt. Gnaxac - In The Depths
Genkos Adea
((QIn’HuD Mines, veHrom’nagh))
Gnaxac followed along in the wake of Doz and the rest of the team, and as they entered the mouth of the nearest cave, he tried to suppress his natural curiosity. Some of the mining was impeccably done, with much of the digging and removal seemingly done by a gentle hand. It was not something he had grown to expect from Klingons, but then the knowledge he had of Klingon mining techniques could be written on the back of a tube grub.
Gnaxac: This mining t-t-tech is impressive.
Basso: They spared no expense. I don’t know what they are mining for, but to operate one at this scale must be valuable.
Pace: Response
Gnaxac frowned for a moment - hadn’t the mission brief talked of dynamite production being the main reason for the colony? Gnaxac decided not to raise it, and instead shook his head gently.
Finch: What can we determine about this infrastructure here?
Basso: Most of these caves are naturally forming, though they did create artificial tunnels throughout this complex. See on the map, they listed core samples taken and at which depth. The artificial tunnels must have been created to reach deposits faster.
Finch: Very interesting. Are we near to any newer deposits?
Gnaxac pointed ahead, his tricorder indicating that there was something up there that could have been a relatively newer deposit.
Gnaxac: I think that a w-w-way.
Pace: Response
Gnaxac sniffed, then sniffed again, as a particularly pungent smell filled his nostrils. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant to his Ferengi senses, although Doz was waving a hand in front of herself, so that suggested that she didn’t like it very much. Or she was being irritated by flies.
Basso: Agh, what is that smell?
Finch: No doubt a fresh excavation up ahead. ::She huffed.:: I’m sure it’s not exactly what you want to hear, but let’s go there shall we and take a look.
Gnaxac: Mayb-b-b-be it’s just me, but I don’t mind it.
Pace: Response
After nodding, Doz led the team towards the end of the tunnel, until they reached a balcony overlooking a cavernous pit. Gnaxac immediately regretted not having any earplugs, and instead threw his hands over his lobes. There was a lot of noise coming in from the mining, which the Ferengi realised she should have anticipated.
Finch: The smell could be from sulfur compounds, or some other element we’re yet to be aware of.
Gnaxac took a big olf honk of the smell, and nodded. When he spoke, it was loudly as he was unable to particularly pitch his voice at an acceptable level.
Gnaxac: ::shouting:: THAT’S S-S-S-SULPHER, FOR SURE!
Pace / Basso: Response
Doz disappeared from view and Gnaxac’s gaze followed her as she picked up a bunch of masks.
Finch: I suggest we throw these on, just whilst we’re in here.
Gnaxac took a mask from Doz and placed it over his face, breathing deeply as he did so. She was correct, the smell was better without the sulphur. He did look around and found a pair of ear defenders, which made sense. Tinnitus wasn’t terribly honourable. He placed them over his head, which was at the very limit of their capacity.
Pace / Finch / Basso: Response
Gnaxac pointed to the ear defenders.
Gnaxac: ::unable to gauge his vocal register:: D-D-DOES ANYONE WANT SOME?
Pace / Finch / Basso: Response
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Lieutenant Gnaxac
Engineer
USS Gorkon
G239502GS0