Lt. Gnaxac - Duck and Cover
Genkos Adea
((H'thamtuhko Bathhouse, Upper vIq'mItlh City))
They reached the end of the alley, and found themselves face to face with Doz and Basso - the street must have been in an odd horseshoe shape, or there was another way out that they hadn’t found. Doz blinked at them both, and Pace seemed a bit squeaky. Gnaxac was distracted by the noises of the alley - the rain, their heavy breathing and the beeping of the various tricorders around their persons.
Gnaxac: Where’d they g-g-go?
Pace: ::Breathlessly.:: How?
Finch: ::Nodding, she panted.:: Tricorders.
Basso: Response
Vesela pulled out her tricorder, whilst Doz peered around with her slim brown eyes. Gnaxac pulled out his tricorder, but also strained his lobes to try and pinpoint exactly any unusual sounds that might have been clues.
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: The rain would make everything s-s-s-slippery though, wouldn’t it?
He looked up at the walls of the nearest building - they were pretty sheer, and a fall from them would be… pretty lethal, even for a Klingon. Gnaxac wouldn’t have fancied climbing up them himself, but then climbing was not his forte anyway.
Basso: Response
Gnaxc frowned and drew out his tricorder, following Doz’s lead. He scanned for any transporter signals; just in case they had done the same as their suspected lovers.
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 the screech of some terrifying beastie, a phaser bolt whizzed past the team, scorching one of the nearby walls. Gnaxac fell down as his hands flew up to shield his lobes. He ducked down and behind a nearby stone bench where he released his lobes and his shaking hands reached for his phaser.
Pace: Or not!
Finch: Get to cover!
Gnaxac: Eek!
Pace / Basso: Response
More and more beams zoomed in their direction, flying over his head and striking the stone bench that was all that stopped them from hitting his own body. He saw that Doz was taking potshots herself, ducking out and firing wildly in the vague direction of their assailant. 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: ::shakily:: There’s m-m-more of us than there are of you!
Finch / Pace / Basso: Response
Almost in reply to to his remark, a second array of shots appeared to come from another direction.
Gnaxac: ::under his breath:: Ok-k-kay, maybe not.
Finch / Pace / Basso: Response
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Lieutenant Gnaxac
Engineer
USS Gorkon
G239502GS0