Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Pop Goes The Hatch
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Andrew B
Sep 11, 2025, 4:20:36 AM (2 days ago) Sep 11
to Gorkon IC
((Dockyards, Orbital Ring))
They had one chance to put out the fire,rescue th crewmembers, and get away. Marshall jammed her tricorder back into it’s holster, one pair of blue eyes meeting the other. Vylaa waited, back straight, right antenna slightly elevated.
Marshall: Find the nearest water main, see if you can rig it. If it works, we can douse the hatch and shock it open.
zh’Tisav: Got it.
Marshall turned next to Deyari.
Marshall: We'll prep the workbee, using the grapples to rip the hatch off its runners once it cools.
Deyari: A two fold operation! ::dawning comprehension::
Marshall: We'll drown it, cool it, crack it, and drag them out before the section evacuates. Let's move.
Deyari: Aye, Commander!
When they split up, Vylaa didn’t go far. She had a good idea where the Klingons kept their water mains; where they kept everything else, in on of those big, grate covered trenches that seemed to be everywhere.
The first grate she lifted was a dud, holding only EPS and ODN lines. The second bore paydirt. A bicep-sized pipe, dripping condensation, ran the length of the trench. The zhen reached down a touched it, finding a flexible PEX-like material, printed with arrows in the direction of flow, perfect for someone who needed to turn a water main into a firehose.
Supports gave way to her phaser before Vylaa jumped into the trench and hoisted the heavy tube onto her shoulder.
zh’Tisav: Here comes the rain!
Marshall: response
One quick shot with a phaser beam severed the pipe. The internal pressure was such that it recoiled upward, nearly lifting Vylaa from her feet were it not for a quick grab at the side of the trench. Even over the roar of water she could hear the tell-tale pops and pings of metal coming apart at the molcular level.
zh’Tisav: It’s working! Get ready to pull!
Marshall: response
Deyari: Deploying the mag winch!
The warm engine wash from overhead swept down on the Andorian, whipping her short red locks into a frenzy. She lifted her eyes and watched the workbee pop back a bit while the magnetic clamp shot forward from the front, entered the water stream and was immediately deflected by the force of the water.
Deyari: Damn! I was too direct, I didn't get it.
Vylaa raised her voice, trying to reach them over the engine roar.
zh’Tisav: Try higher!
Marshall: Response
The clamp was already retracting to it’s launcher. The bee shifted position before Deyari fired again.
Deyari: Good connection!
zh’Tisav: ::Under her breath.:: Now pull dammit.
Marshall: Response
The workbee abruptly came about and just as quickly came to a stop when the cable ran out of play. It naturally slalomed as it fought against the giant anchor holding it back. The engines revved, increasing in pitch until the cable seemed as taut as a bowstring.
The hatch gave way so quickly one moment it was there, the next pieces were clattering across the deck. Vylaa straightened, the pipe falling forgotten into the water filled trench. Burned crewmen were already spilling from the fractured hatch. Many seemed confused at their sudden change of fortune, lingering too long for Vylaa’s comfort.
zh’Tisav: Get away from there!
Marshall: Response
She waved her arms to get their attention then made to climb from the trench, noticing for the first time the water draining had risen over her knees. Water squelched in Vylaa’s boots when she stepped back onto hard deckplates, meeting the workbee as it touched back down.
zh’Tisav: One problem down, a million to go.
Marshal / Deyari: response
zh’Tisav: Glad it worked. There was about a fifty-fifty chance the thermal shock could have spread and caused a collapse.
Marshal / Deyari: response
Vylaa’s boots continued squishing with each step as she fell in with the others and approached the downed vessel. Walking wounded were gathering outside the broken hatch, but more could be heard inside. Vylaa neared the hatch, which was still quite warm despite being doused with enough water to drown an Andorian firefish. She reached through the heat waves, grabbed a collar and dragged an unconcious Dopterian from the ship.
zh’Tisav: Let’s get them out, before we’re all cooked by residual heat.
Marshal / Deyari: response
They had one chance to put out the fire,rescue th crewmembers, and get away. Marshall jammed her tricorder back into it’s holster, one pair of blue eyes meeting the other. Vylaa waited, back straight, right antenna slightly elevated.
Marshall: Find the nearest water main, see if you can rig it. If it works, we can douse the hatch and shock it open.
zh’Tisav: Got it.
Marshall turned next to Deyari.
Marshall: We'll prep the workbee, using the grapples to rip the hatch off its runners once it cools.
Deyari: A two fold operation! ::dawning comprehension::
Marshall: We'll drown it, cool it, crack it, and drag them out before the section evacuates. Let's move.
Deyari: Aye, Commander!
When they split up, Vylaa didn’t go far. She had a good idea where the Klingons kept their water mains; where they kept everything else, in on of those big, grate covered trenches that seemed to be everywhere.
The first grate she lifted was a dud, holding only EPS and ODN lines. The second bore paydirt. A bicep-sized pipe, dripping condensation, ran the length of the trench. The zhen reached down a touched it, finding a flexible PEX-like material, printed with arrows in the direction of flow, perfect for someone who needed to turn a water main into a firehose.
Supports gave way to her phaser before Vylaa jumped into the trench and hoisted the heavy tube onto her shoulder.
zh’Tisav: Here comes the rain!
Marshall: response
One quick shot with a phaser beam severed the pipe. The internal pressure was such that it recoiled upward, nearly lifting Vylaa from her feet were it not for a quick grab at the side of the trench. Even over the roar of water she could hear the tell-tale pops and pings of metal coming apart at the molcular level.
zh’Tisav: It’s working! Get ready to pull!
Marshall: response
Deyari: Deploying the mag winch!
The warm engine wash from overhead swept down on the Andorian, whipping her short red locks into a frenzy. She lifted her eyes and watched the workbee pop back a bit while the magnetic clamp shot forward from the front, entered the water stream and was immediately deflected by the force of the water.
Deyari: Damn! I was too direct, I didn't get it.
Vylaa raised her voice, trying to reach them over the engine roar.
zh’Tisav: Try higher!
Marshall: Response
The clamp was already retracting to it’s launcher. The bee shifted position before Deyari fired again.
Deyari: Good connection!
zh’Tisav: ::Under her breath.:: Now pull dammit.
Marshall: Response
The workbee abruptly came about and just as quickly came to a stop when the cable ran out of play. It naturally slalomed as it fought against the giant anchor holding it back. The engines revved, increasing in pitch until the cable seemed as taut as a bowstring.
The hatch gave way so quickly one moment it was there, the next pieces were clattering across the deck. Vylaa straightened, the pipe falling forgotten into the water filled trench. Burned crewmen were already spilling from the fractured hatch. Many seemed confused at their sudden change of fortune, lingering too long for Vylaa’s comfort.
zh’Tisav: Get away from there!
Marshall: Response
She waved her arms to get their attention then made to climb from the trench, noticing for the first time the water draining had risen over her knees. Water squelched in Vylaa’s boots when she stepped back onto hard deckplates, meeting the workbee as it touched back down.
zh’Tisav: One problem down, a million to go.
Marshal / Deyari: response
zh’Tisav: Glad it worked. There was about a fifty-fifty chance the thermal shock could have spread and caused a collapse.
Marshal / Deyari: response
Vylaa’s boots continued squishing with each step as she fell in with the others and approached the downed vessel. Walking wounded were gathering outside the broken hatch, but more could be heard inside. Vylaa neared the hatch, which was still quite warm despite being doused with enough water to drown an Andorian firefish. She reached through the heat waves, grabbed a collar and dragged an unconcious Dopterian from the ship.
zh’Tisav: Let’s get them out, before we’re all cooked by residual heat.
Marshal / Deyari: response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
Engineering Specialist
USS Gorkon
C238601TB0
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