Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
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Andrew B
Sep 8, 2025, 9:03:54 PM (4 days ago) Sep 8
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((Dockyards, Orbital Ring))
Vylaa saw the Human running, then looked forward toward her intended destination. Block of buildings rose, lit by the fires that engulfed it. Smoke roiled in heat so intense the walls were beginning to visually buckle. Sharp Andorian eyes caught movement through a window, and knew the reason for Jo’s urgency. Long legs ate the distance, and she arrived as the Human was staring a scan.
Marshall: ::Shouting over alarms,:: Structural locks are intact but the control node’s half fried. We can’t pry it.
Vylaa lifted an eyebrow as Deyari reached a hand toward the flames before quickly retracting.
Sometimes you just had to let them burn themslves.
Deyari: I can try to rally some of the Klingons to bring cooling agent. If we can cool it, we might be able to get in there.
Vylaa watched the milling Klingons shouting and snarling at each other.
zh’Tisav: Good idea, but would they listen to any of us?
Marshall: Chances are, no. They've got a torus to save.
Deyari: The windows, can we break them? We can use a low level phaser blast.
Marshall: It might not be enough to cut through the material.
Vylaa started taking stock of what was available, which wasn’t much. Just their tools, some power cables bolted to the wall overhead, and a grated maintnanc trench.
Deyari: Wait, can we use the workbees? They're meant for dealing with structural problems, they've got to have some sort of lines that can attach to the hatch, or something!
Marshall: That's as good an idea as any. What do you think, Vylaa?
zh’Tisav: It could work. My worry is that metal is so hot it won’t break, but buckle. We could just end up with a giant blister on the side of the building.
Marshall: If the joints swell, yes, it could. But it'd need to be significantly hotter for that to happen, with ample force applied.
Deyari: Response
zh’Tisav: The Ensign’s first suggestion hold’s the best chances, but we need to change it up. If we cool it rapidly, it’ll enter thermal shock and crack like an egg. Problem is the standard firefighting agents can’t do it rapidly enough, not in the quantities we have available. We need water, and lot’s of it. Like from a water main.
Which probably wouldn’t be an issue. A torus this size would be laced with potable and non-potable pipes. It would just be a matter of cutting one at the right point.
Just a little constructive destruction...
Marshall: Diverting a water main would give us volume, but it's a big if.
Deyari: Response
zh’Tisav: Only time for one, though.
Her eyes fell on Jo, very glad to not be in charge.
Marshall: Time we don't have.
Her jaw was clenched in a way Vylaa knew meant she gritted her teeth, an action the Andorian had learned meant frustration. The pounding from the trapped crew continud all the while, weaker with each passing moment.
Deyari: Response
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.
Deyari: Response
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: Response
Marshall: We'll drown it, cool it, crack it, and drag them out before the section evacuates. Let's move.
Deyari: Response
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 / Deyari: 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 / Deyari: response
Vylaa saw the Human running, then looked forward toward her intended destination. Block of buildings rose, lit by the fires that engulfed it. Smoke roiled in heat so intense the walls were beginning to visually buckle. Sharp Andorian eyes caught movement through a window, and knew the reason for Jo’s urgency. Long legs ate the distance, and she arrived as the Human was staring a scan.
Marshall: ::Shouting over alarms,:: Structural locks are intact but the control node’s half fried. We can’t pry it.
Vylaa lifted an eyebrow as Deyari reached a hand toward the flames before quickly retracting.
Sometimes you just had to let them burn themslves.
Deyari: I can try to rally some of the Klingons to bring cooling agent. If we can cool it, we might be able to get in there.
Vylaa watched the milling Klingons shouting and snarling at each other.
zh’Tisav: Good idea, but would they listen to any of us?
Marshall: Chances are, no. They've got a torus to save.
Deyari: The windows, can we break them? We can use a low level phaser blast.
Marshall: It might not be enough to cut through the material.
Vylaa started taking stock of what was available, which wasn’t much. Just their tools, some power cables bolted to the wall overhead, and a grated maintnanc trench.
Deyari: Wait, can we use the workbees? They're meant for dealing with structural problems, they've got to have some sort of lines that can attach to the hatch, or something!
Marshall: That's as good an idea as any. What do you think, Vylaa?
zh’Tisav: It could work. My worry is that metal is so hot it won’t break, but buckle. We could just end up with a giant blister on the side of the building.
Marshall: If the joints swell, yes, it could. But it'd need to be significantly hotter for that to happen, with ample force applied.
Deyari: Response
zh’Tisav: The Ensign’s first suggestion hold’s the best chances, but we need to change it up. If we cool it rapidly, it’ll enter thermal shock and crack like an egg. Problem is the standard firefighting agents can’t do it rapidly enough, not in the quantities we have available. We need water, and lot’s of it. Like from a water main.
Which probably wouldn’t be an issue. A torus this size would be laced with potable and non-potable pipes. It would just be a matter of cutting one at the right point.
Just a little constructive destruction...
Marshall: Diverting a water main would give us volume, but it's a big if.
Deyari: Response
zh’Tisav: Only time for one, though.
Her eyes fell on Jo, very glad to not be in charge.
Marshall: Time we don't have.
Her jaw was clenched in a way Vylaa knew meant she gritted her teeth, an action the Andorian had learned meant frustration. The pounding from the trapped crew continud all the while, weaker with each passing moment.
Deyari: Response
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.
Deyari: Response
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: Response
Marshall: We'll drown it, cool it, crack it, and drag them out before the section evacuates. Let's move.
Deyari: Response
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 / Deyari: 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 / Deyari: response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
Engineering Specialist
USS Gorkon
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