Ensign Maezel Fenn – Silent As The Grave
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(( Mysterious Structure, Gateside Dimension ))
With equipment checked and the shuttle safely landed the officers had disembarked and had headed over to what seemed to be
an entrance to the structure. Nothing about the mission had been easy thus far and it seemed that this part of it was no different. The first task the dimension had bestowed upon the team was how to get past the front door.
Fenn: Locked...
Kovar:
Indeed. ::scanning with tricorder:: Most curious. It appears that his door control currently has no power. I wonder if this is an issue with the equipment, or intentional.
Marshall:
Response
Kovar:
If it is merely a matter of providing a power source, we could utilize the shuttle due to its potential output. The only issue with that is that if something were to go awry the shuttle is presumably our only means of transportation home.
This was of course a good point and compromising their way back was not ideal but it wasn’t like they’d brought a power generator
with them. Even so, Maezel considered other options – a phaser’s power pack or maybe even some power from her EVA suit. She doubted Commander Marshall would allow either if it meant putting people at risk so she didn’t voice the ideas. Further tricorder scans
confirmed the phasers and suits didn’t have the power needed to activate the door anyway so it was moot point.
Fenn: ::looking at Commander Marshall:: I think he might be right. I don’t like risking the shuttle but we have to clear
this building and render aid to a potentially wounded being so I’ll second the idea, Commander.
Marshall: Response
From the look on the Commander’s face Maezel could tell she wasn’t 100% happy part-cannibalising the shuttle so early into
their mission either. Maezel didn’t envy the Commander’s position. Having to make decisions that affected whether her team made it out or not must be hard. In the words of an Academy instructor - heavy is the head that wears the crown...or the Commander’s
pips in this case.
Kovar: Understood. I will begin preparing the panel mechanism to receive power. If the Kobliads were able to gain entry, it
would be logical to assume that the system is not beyond our means.
Fenn: I’ll give you a hand, I’m sure there’s a wire I can hold or a tool I can pass or something.
Marshall:
Response
The pair worked quickly. The idea Kovar had briefly outlined while working on the door panel was a little old school but Maezel didn’t mind as
long as it worked and didn’t blow up their ride home. She slung her phaser rifle on her back and jogged the few meters back to the shuttle. It took a few minutes of digging though storage but she eventually found the power cable that Kovar had described to
her. She quickly connected it to the shuttle’s EPS grid exactly as he’d instructed before jogging back over to the door with the other end.
Fenn: ::passing Kovar the power cable:: Here you go...
Kovar / Marshall: Response
Maezel watched Kovar put the finishing touches on his part of the work, hoping to observe something which might increase her
below par engineering knowledge. Once Kovar had connected the cable to the door, Maezel configured the power settings on the cable’s small interface. She turned it down to the lowest possible setting. Now didn’t feel like the time nor place to see what would
happen if you overloaded a door control with a warp engine.
Hesitating for only a second, she pressed the activation button and let out a sigh of relief when the interface turned green. A
quick glance at the shuttle confirmed it was still in one piece and moments later the door opened with the deafening screech of tortured metal. Had it not been for the suits, the noise may well have been intolerable.
With the door now open and the way forward obvious, Maezel stole a quick glance at her team before proceeding. She took point again
and walked tentatively towards the entryway. She raised her phaser rifle as she stepped over the threshold, hoping that the place just looked as bad as it seemed. The first thing that Maezel noticed was that the place was eerily still and completely
devoid of sound – no gentle vibrations or hums like on the Gorkon, just complete graveyard silence. Her own light source activated automatically as she advanced slowly with her team down the dimly lit hallway. The shoulder mounted device bathed the corridor in
what might be its first ever experience of white light as the structure’s own failing, crimson hued lighting flickered intermittently. Dust motes danced in the sharp light of the Starfleet torches, disturbed by the team’s movements as they continued deeper
into the structure.
Fenn: ::voice shaking slightly:: I suppose we should try and find the wounded life sign first.
Kovar / Marshall: Response