Lt. Gnaxac - "Don't Go There" Will Be Right Back
Genkos Adea
((Building, Upper vIq’mItlth City))
Gnaxac looked from their Klingon captive over to the leader of their away team. Doz was someone whose authority he trusted, who he considered a friend, and who was only a few inches taller than him.
Gnaxac: Okay, so what d-d-do we d-d-do with this guy - throw him to the authorities?
The Klingon finally retorted, making the little Ferengi jump in the air.
Gankech: The heirs are not dead, little man!
Doz advanced towards their prisoner, and Gnaxac could hear the tension in her voice.
Finch: Then where are they, Gankech? It’s quite crucial that you cooperate and tell us that at least. Are they in the mines?
The enforcement officers next to the man seemed to tighten his restraints, causing him to growl back at them. Then he turned back to the team, hot air coursing through his nostrils...and so came a momentary quiet. Gnaxac found the silence eerie.
Gankech: That was their plan.
Pace / Basso: Response
Suddenly the enforcement officers lifted and dragged Gankech down the stairs, putting an end to the conversation. Guttural arguments vibrated through the floors, and then out into the bad weather, followed by the clapping of vehicle doors closing. Gnaxac heard the shouts continuing through the closed doors until the vehicle had driven out of lobeshot.
Finch: Marvellous job, you lot. It's not a lot, but my god it's something. We’ll leave further questioning to the enforcement officers and start making our way to the mines, shall we?
Gnaxac made an odd combination expression; he nodded with his head, but his eyebrows were raised. Whilst going to the mines was probably the correct idea, mines tended to be full of dangerous equipment, unstable resources, and worst of all, they were usually underground.
Gnaxac: What if he’s l-l-lying?
Pace / Basso: Response
Finch: We won’t know for certain if he’s telling the truth, but I’m leaning into everything we've gathered so far, and a hopeful mindset. ::She turned to the Elaysian and smiled encouragingly.:: A tapestry with threads that all lead to the same place.
Pace / Basso: Response
Gnaxac bounced his fingertips off one another as he nodded hesitantly. It looked like they were headed there, whether he wanted to or not.
((Inside the Lift, QIn’HuD Mines, veHrom’nagh))
After securing transport, the team had left the rainy conditions of Upper vIq’mItlth City behind, along with Gankech and his comrades, and had soon landed in the mining facility initially discovered in Gnaxac’s relay extrapolations. Gnaxac clung to a handhold in the lift they were taking, as if by holding it firmly, he would somehow not die if the controlled descent became a more calamitous plummet.
Finch: We’ve been granted permission to explore every corner of the site, but we’re starting down here as this is where the coordinates from the chip roughly take us. ::She nodded as the lift shuddered and began moving.:: Lieutenant Pace, I have a feeling this is where we’ll need your scientific touch.
She transferred data onto the other tricorders, indicating the sort of environment they were in. The health hazards, the mining equipment, the stable and potentially unstable areas, and the potential setbacks they could encounter with their scans in their continuing search for the heirs, and they were all Gnaxac could focus on. He felt that instead of all the small triangles with exclamation marks, they should have had one massive sign saying “don’t go there”.
Gnaxac: B-b-but with all these warnings, I recommend n-n-not touching anything.
Pace / Basso / Finch: Response
Gnaxac took a deep breath as the lift came to a sudden and total stop, causing them to practically spill into a vast cavern. They could see obvious signs of mining, as well as plenty of tunnels of various sizes in practically every direction.
Gnaxac: Why would they c-c-come here?
Pace / Basso / Finch: Response
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Lieutenant Gnaxac
Engineer
USS Gorkon
G239502GS0