Lieutenant Doz Finch - The Ultimate Heist
D. Finch
((Borg Sphere, Unimatrix Seventeen))
Globules of sweat beaded down Doz Finch’s forehead as her team carefully and meticulously actioned a plan that combined a series of ideas put forward by all three of them to move the Borg drones out of sight and out of mind, so that they could secure the Sphere and finally get out of there. The meshed idea had involved an electrical surge followed by an internal transport suspended by a blocked materialisation subroutine.
All in a day's work, love.
Finch: They're in there! My god they're in there. ::She wiped her forehead, then cleared her throat.:: We'll disconnect the memory chip from the computer on our way out. But first things first. ::She gestured ahead.:: Starchart!
Gnaxac: ::bringing up the Starchart:: S-s-starchart!
Nera: Felt a bit touch and go there for a while
The holographic imagery in brilliant shimmering greens blossomed into existence again, showering the room with floating stars, shapes, pathways, in an endless slowly turning orrery. Her squinting brown eyes turned away from the camera depicting the corridors and the bulkhead separating them, since they were now empty, and she made for another console, adrenaline pumping through her like a shot of Risian tequila rose.
Gnaxac and Nera both grinned, the warmth radiating from them ameliorating the other more balmy warmth of the Sphere—she looked forward to Nera putting his environmental adjustments into the system. But they just had one crucial thing to do first.
Gnaxac: I g-g-guess all that’s left is to f-f-fly away?
Nera: Yep! Cast this great metalic lumb into the vastness of space at breakneck speeds.
Finch: And hopefully breakneck enough that it doesn’t give the Unimatrix Borg drones enough time to come over here and stop us.
Nera: With any luck whatever fun distractions the other teams have conjured up will mean the Unimatrix won’t have the time, or ability, to react to our departure
She nodded, brows knitted, and felt Gnaxac’s frown on her periphery, something she understood rather quickly. Not knowing the outcome of the other teams endeavours, not knowing whether or not they had been assimilated, killed, had succeeded or were still there, perhaps stuck, unable to go further, felt rather like her body was being swarmed by nanites.
Gnaxac: Fingers c-c-crossed!
Finch: And toes! ::She nodded.:: Right then, I’ll make a start by disengaging the Sphere’s docking clamps, which might take a minute or two.
Nera: I’ll see about running some checks on the ship's interior, make sure everything’s up to scratch for the rest of the crew
Gnaxac: G-g-good idea!
Her fingers swayed across a holographic interface and, again with some clumsy attempts, she eventually found a bit of a rhythm, pulling up a series of three dimensional images that represented docking clamps. As each clamp detached, a small rumble vibrated through the decks, subtle but recognisable enough to an engineer's ear.
Finch: There we go, we’ll be out of her in less than a jiffy.
Nera: ::smirking at Finch:: Do you have one of those dramatic phrases? You know, a warp catchphrase. You need one for the first official flight.
The old Human turned to her Bajoran colleague with a smile, as he whipped his hair dramatically (slightly anticlimactic due to its short length), pulled a manic expression and said in an emphatic way, “Warp Me!”. “Let’s Fly” followed just as quickly, and Doz let out a raspy laugh at the man’s antics. Gnaxac, however, was a bit more perplexed with an eyebrow raised.
Gnaxac: You ok-k-kay there, Ensign?
Finch: When he said breakneck I didn’t think he actually meant it.
Nera: Response
Gnaxac turned to Doz next, seemingly a bit more attuned to Nera’s train of thought now.
Gnaxac: G-g-gotcha. Well, Captain Finch of the B-b-borg Sphere - d-d-do you?
A slightly dark laugh fell out of her lungs at that sentence. Why the other two had designated her the Captain of that half-eaten apple of a Sphere she didn’t know, but it did have her thinking for the first time what she would actually say in such a situation. Throughout her career she’d seldom had chances to work on the bridge, and so the thought had never really crossed her mind.
Her brothers would have roared the galaxy down with laughter at the whole thing—and my god, if she ever did make it back to her own universe, they would never believe her either.
Finch: Now you’ve really put me on the spot. ::She huffed, then widened her eyes as the Sphere’s primary engines reached optimal efficiency.:: Quick now, fellas! Foot on the pedal!
Nera: Response
Finch: No, love! That’s just an old Earth saying! Because we really need to get out of here and if you needed to get somewhere quickly, then people used to say to put your foot on the—
Doz dissolved into more laughter, wrinkles forming like canyons across her features, as the Sphere began lifting from its position next to the main Unimatrix complex. The room around them was lit up magnificently, with holographic stars pulsing around them on a backdrop of glowing pathways put forth by the Borg systems. She chewed her lip with concentration.
Finch: Now look, here’s the sector we’re supposed to take it. Borg activity there is extremely low, so it’s the ideal rendezvous point.
Nera / Gnaxac: Response
Finch: Marvellous! Reinforce the shields and engage propulsion systems!
Nera / Gnaxac: Response
The pitter-patter of her heart returned as she felt the rumbling and vibration of the Sphere intensify as it lifted away from the complex. Numbers filed into the holograms before her, and she licked at the surfaces of her lips with stern but simpering focus.
Finch: Are the inertial dampeners in good shape for us to warp? It’d be a right shame if we were squished like bugs on our way out, wouldn’t it!?
Nera / Gnaxac: Response