[Repost] Lt. Commander Doz Finch - A Dreadful Deluge

[Doz Finch]

((H'thamtuhko Bathhouse, Upper vIq'mItlh City)) 

So they had returned to the bathhouse reception area, pulled in by the sound of Klingons in bathhouse uniforms surrounding and shouting at a colleague, hurtling accusations and insults in his direction. Now if that hadn’t convinced her that the man had had some involvement in the strange goings on in the relaxation room, then his frantic escape through the front doors and into the hammering rain certainly had done. 

With the tyranny of an upturned chamber room now behind them, and a bunch of important DNA samples and evidence collected, they had all darted outside themselves, tricorders and maps at the ready. Basso had been first to verbalise the man's probable connection, but it had been Gnaxac who’d made the call for them to get after him. 

Finch: He’s heading for a one way turn. Gnaxac, Pace, you take the right street over there and try to block his exit. Basso and I will stay on his tail and do the same. Use the comms!

Basso: Aye, sir. 

Gnaxac: Understood! 

Like bolts of lightning, perhaps except for poor Vesela who’d let out a groan akin to a rusted EPS manifold, they each sped off with splatters underfoot. Fortress-like walls towered over her as she ran, adorned with sconces still stubbornly snapping with flames, as if even they were warriors. An environment as fierce and as unwearied as the people who built it. God, how it took her back to the Taggagh, how it reminded her of Faruch. 

Basso: Under the authority of the veHrom’nagh government, halt! 

Gnaxac: St-st-stop! 

As Doz ran and her snowy wet hair made little awkward jumps, she could hear Gnaxac from across the way, his marvellous little voice echoing. Near him, Vesela must have been having a challenging time not just in quick pursuit but also under the deluge of a veHrom’nagh downpour.

Brief thoughts of Vesela aside, Basso flying over a toppled bin and into a forward roll cracked her attention open next, causing the older woman to slightly slow down with surprise. Surprise, not just because she’d gone flying over a bin, but because she’d managed to get back onto her feet and continue running just as quickly. 

Finch: Ensign Basso! 

Basso: I’m alright! 

Gnaxac: ::Nervously, to Pace.:: Any s-s-sign of them? 

Pace: Nope! But, uh, I must admit most of my brain and willpower is currently going towards not eating pavement. 

The older woman's legs carried on, driven forwards by determination and a heart that pulsed energetically in flow. She was an older woman but she was also a Starfleet Officer, so her ability to still keep up a decent pace wasn’t one to be underestimated. How her body would react later on, well, she’d deal with that when the time came, and likely with a strong brew in hand. 

Finch: He's turned the corner! 

Basso: Response 

As the two turned the corner themselves, they abruptly came face to face with Gnaxac and a squeaking Vesela, but no runaway man. Her brown eyes blinked at her team, and then up at the walls and buildings around them. An ensemble of heavy breaths, rainfall and gentle tricorder dings and pings followed. 

Gnaxac: Where’d they g-g-go? 

Pace: ::Breathlessly.:: How? 

Finch: ::Nodding, she panted.:: Tricorders. 

Basso: Response 

As Vesela pulled out her own device first, Doz, for just a moment, squinted around at her environment, almond eyes sucking in the possible escape routes. Most of the walls were harsh and intimidating in design, and on initial inspection not easy to climb. Though a few of the accessible buildings had angular elements that she supposed might have allowed for it, not exactly the ideal scenario for them. 

Pace: There are a number of buildings they could have slipped into, but depending on how slippery they are they could have climbed to a roof. 

Finch: That’s quite a way up, if they have. And in this weather, quite a fall too. 

Gnaxac / Basso: Response 

Her own tricorder now lifted back into position, Doz began to run a few scans of her own, comparing and corroborating the data accumulated by the other devices. She considered, with a bit of tension between her brows, whether or not they might have transported out using technology like J'nara's necklace.

Pace: There’s more than one lifesign in this area, and none of them seem to be moving with expediency we’ll probably have to make an educated gu– 

Like a screeching cat, a phaser bolt whizzed past the team, scorching one of the nearby walls. That, at least, blew her transporter theory to smithereens. The older human immediately gestured to the nearest protruding walls and stone benches for protection.

Pace: Or not! 

Finch: Get to cover!

Gnaxac / Pace / Basso: Response 

More and more beams zoomed in their direction, sizzling through the rainy air like miniature comets. She squinted, kneeling down behind a wall, whipping her head around the edge occasionally to try to find the source. In zippy movements, the older human made tactically timed attempts herself, sending rods of light back in the assailants direction, set to stun. Each attempt was fruitless, and met by another barrage of bolts, like electric flashes. 

Finch: Don’t be so ridiculous. ::She shouted, scolding the man.:: Drop your weapon! 

Gnaxac / Pace / Basso: Response

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Lt. Commander Doz Finch

Chief Engineer & Second Officer

USS Gorkon, NCC-82293

C239809SH3