Ayiana "Red" Sevo - Crash Landing
Aaron Schimmel
(( Skarbek, Peshkova Colony, Demilitarized Zone))
:: Ayiana and Tasha woke up - inside a Jefferies tube no less - in the morning to a blaring alert from Soup. The announcement that the Skarbek was about to depart reached Ayiana’s hungover brain wearily. Tasha had climbed out of the tube first, as chipper and sober as anyone, while Ayiana followed much more slowly. She quickly took charge of the small Engineering room of the Skarbek, alongside Shades. ::
:: Ayiana made her way to the cargo bay to check on the weapons. If they were going up into battle, she’d better make sure their weapons were charged and ready to go. She stopped in the galley along the way to pick at the few dregs of coffee left, taking a mug with her. As she entered the cargo bay, she saw Fingers already there, moving the cargo around like a game of Tetris. ::
Sevo: Fingers, what’s going on?
Neathler: ::With some effort as she gave the crate a last push.:: Beats me. As if P-Bear tells us anything...
Sevo: Must be urgent; we’re taking off shortly.
:: A fresh wave of headaches and nausea quickly enveloped her. Ayiana braced herself on a crate, a coffee cup in the other hand. ::
Neathler: You doing ok?
Sevo: Never drink unless you’re prepared to pay for it - the next day. I’ll be alright.
Stoyer: Hey guys.
:: Stripper’s voice was quite loud to Ayiana’s muddled brain, it’s sound already amplified by the small cargo bay before reaching Ayiana’s ears. Fingers nodded towards the supplies gathered at the entrance of the bay.::
Neathler: We got those from town yesterday. Blondie still has to go through them. But if I'm not mistaken there's a bag there, the blue one I think, that has charged power cells. Might be quicker than recharging our own for now.
Stoyer: If you get the depleted power cells, I can start getting them charged. At least we'll have spares.
Sevo: Thanks. I’ll still get the drained cells and start charging ‘em.
Neathler: Splendid. Better to be prepared for whatever is coming at us.
::Stripper reached for something in the pocket of his coat and a breakfast sandwich magically appeared in his hand, which he held out to Ayiana.::
Stoyer: Red, you hungry?
Neathler: ::She winked.:: I'd take it, who knows when we'll have the opportunity to get a proper meal again.
:: Indeed, she was famished. Ayiana grabbed the sandwich out of Stripper’s hand and nearly stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. ::
Sevo: Mphnk youf.
Stoyer: So, anything else I can help with?
Neathler: Sure thing, how about you make an inventory of the things we bought and Red and I will store it away at the appropriate creates.
Sevo: We will? Right, we will.
Stoyer: Response
Neathler: And you can let Sparks and the others know, they have new toys to play with.
Stoyer: Response
:: Fingers grinned as she grabbed the first bag, unzipped it, dropped it in front of Stripper so he could add the content to the inventory. Slowly but efficiently, the three of them worked through the things they had
bought. They were almost halfway when she felt the trembling of the activated engines and the ship taking off. It was at this point Ayiana hoped Sparks fixed that issue with the starboard warp nacelle. ::
((Several Hours Later - Somewhere near the Bridge, Fourcade, Omicron Noctae IIIa))
:: Over the hours it took to reach the planet, Ayiana learned through the very small rumor mill about the Fourcade. Everyone in the Maquis admired and respected Nkai and the ship, using it for illicit broadcasts, cell coordinations and the like. There was no clear evidence that Cardassians were behind the crash, but Ayiana didn’t take any chances. During the trip, she restocked her combat kit, including such things as programmable grenades; two 23rd-century Type 2 hand phasers, circa 2256, upgraded to modern specs, of course; a compression phaser rifle; and fresh power packs for all of them. An old combat knife completed the set attached to one side of her hip, her tricorder to the other side. ::
:: With the shuttle used to transport Blondie’s and ‘Kos’ teams down, that forced Ayiana, Sparks, and Tereen to use the ship’s small transporter. Normally, Ayiana wouldn’t have an issue with that, but it was broken not too long ago and Ayiana heard a rumor from Stripper who heard from Wigs who learned from ‘Kos that he saw Sparks fix the thing with spit and spare utensils from the galley. ::
:: With a bit of surprise, Ayiana found all her atoms in the proper place when they beamed down to the Fourcade’s bridge; at least it was *supposed* to be the bridge, but the silhouette of her cramped surroundings amid the flickering lights indicated they were in one of the Antares-class ship’s corridors. The lights were flickering in the corridor, casting erratic illumination on the damage the ship had suffered. ::
Sevo: Sparks, isn’t this supposed to be the bridge?
Tereen: Response
MacFarlane: Hey, th’ targetin’ scanners are a little old. We’re lucky t’ land this close!
Sevo: Fair enough. How far to the bridge?
Tereen: Response
:: Ayiana pulled out one of her sidearms as Tasha explained their position. It was difficult to see amid the flickering lights, and there were no reports of Cardassians, but Ayiana preferred to be safe rather than sorry. ::
MacFarlane: Tha’ way, th’ bridge should be about ten meters down th’ corridor. ::Tasha picked up her toolkit, slinging it over her shoulder with practiced ease.:: If Nkai isn’t there, we should be able to get a basic assessment o’ th’ state o’ th’ ship, an’ maybe use either th’ comm system or internal sensors t’ locate ‘im.
:: Ayiana nodded, though she doubted the two women would be able to see in the dim lighting. They made their way down the corridor to the bridge, where they managed to open the doors with some prying. Inside was pretty much like the corridor - a mess of debris with consoles dark or on fire, and even a couple of bodies slumped in their chairs. ::
Sevo: Ugh, poor people.
MacFarlane/Tereen: Response
Sevo: Sparks, see about getting sensors and comms online. It’d be a lot easier to search the ship with working sensors. Trouble, see if you can check their recent transmission logs; look for any possible signs as to what happened. Maybe they were carrying sensitive information the Cardies picked up on.
MacFarlane/Tereen: Response
Sevo: I’ll see who these people are and tag ‘em for transport to the Skarbek. We don’t leave our people behind.
MacFarlane/Tereen: Response
:: Ayiana holstered her phaser and pulled out her tricorder. The people slumped in the chairs didn’t look like the frame of a Rodulan, but it wasn’t any easier to look at them in their mangled state. A quick scan confirmed neither was the radiomaster, to her relief. The loss of Caedan’s skills to the Maquis would be incalculable. Ayiana placed a small transporter tag on the bodies of a Vulcan male and Human female, then watched as they were shortly beamed up to the Skarbek. With that grim job done, Ayiana turned to the two women. ::
Sevo: How’s it going?
MacFarlane/Tereen: Response
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Ayiana “Red” Sevo
Weapons and Explosives Expert
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Simmed by
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Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo
Research Coordinator
U.S.S. Gorkon
Image Collective Facilitator
Wiki Ops
Training Team
Advanced Starship Design Bureau
V239109AS0
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