[sb118-khitomer] Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva - Connor, Stros, Use Your Motion Trackers, err Tricorders (Part II)
BC Cooper
((OOC: Did my best to stitch the last two sims together. If I missed anything, please let me know. I also broke it up into two parts as it was getting long)).
((Alpha Trionus II Prison, Corridor Between Junctions))
Ezra instinctively reached for his phaser as he heard the loud thud. A quick glance at the other two officers, told him they’d heard it too. Stros already had a hand on his phaser.
oO Good thing I brought mine. Two phasers are better than one. Oo
Commander Dewitt pulled out his tricorder. What was he doing with it? Was he syncing it to something? Was it the internal sensors like Stros had used? Or something else? In theory one tricorder reading should be enough, but given how old this facility was and how unreliable these systems were, it didn’t hurt to double check.
C. Dewitt: Running a scan now… let’s see if that system’s paying off yet.
The Commander stepped over towards the nearest bulkhead sweeping with his tricorder. With the lights now stabilize, it gave them extra light to see further down the corridor.
Stros: Perhaps temperature regulation causing the metal to expand and contract as the environment stabilizes?
Maybe. But he wasn’t holding his breath.
Ezra could hear a faint sound beeping from the tricorder.
C. Dewitt: ::grimly:: There’s something… heat signature, faint. Not environmental. Could be biological. ::pause:: What is the body temperature of Tholians or Sheliak?
His heart beat increased as Connor gave off the results of his readings.
Zerva: Given Tholians love higher heat temperatures, I’d say if it was either of the two, my monies on a Tholian.
He turned the screen toward the others, his voice low.
C. Dewitt: See that? Could be someone hiding. Or something left behind. Either way, we’re checking it out. Phasers on stun. Eyes sharp.
Zerva: ::whispering:: Aye sir.
Stros: Response
Connor shut his tricorder as he nodded toward the sealed hatch.
C. Dewitt: Lieutenant, you take point. Commander Stros, report our findings and bring up the rear.
Zerva: ::nodding as he whispered:: On it.
Carefully removing his hand from his phaser, Stros grabbed his tricorder once again and scanned down the hallway.
Stros: I’m still not receiving any life signs.
One tricorder was showing signs and other wasn’t. It didn’t bod well for them. He was tempted to take his tricorder out, but his focus was on his phaser in his right hand.
As they stepped closer, his left hand began to twitch. A tell tale sign that any time he was stressing out, nervous or otherwise in a situation that could cause his heart to race.
Stros: Response
Each quiet step they tried to make, only caused their steps to echo off the walls. Ezra did his best not to cringe. The walls were made of duranium, a perfect conductor for echoing sounds.
Each step brought them closer to the terrible aroma of the waste that made you want to lose your breakfast. The air was so stale he felt like he could choke on it. His heart beat was racing. It replaced any sounds he might of heard from a tricorder. It gave off a ticking like sound, that seemed to grow the closer they got. It pulsed with a steady tick, tick, tick, tick and then a beep and then repeat as if something in there was moving and it beeped every time they got closer. What had they found?
Glancing over his shoulder, he spied the Second Officer making one last check with his tricorder before tucking the device away on his belt. The Commander then gave the two of them a nod.
His left hand was now twitching to his heartbeat. Tick, tick, tick, beep, beep.
Commander Dewitt brought their hand to the manual override panel next to the hatch. The control pad was corroded, sticky to the touch.
oO Eww. Oo
The Commader tapped a diagnostic code into the ancient interface, overriding the lock with a firm press.
C. Dewitt: ::low voice:: Be ready.
Tick, tick, beep, beep, beep.
Zerva: ::nodding, whispering:: Ready sir.
Stros: Response
His breath was all but held in to keep his nose hairs from choking. The whiff of air that escaped as the rusty door swung open making the loudest noise, made the smell of the drunk Klingon he’d encountered last year on DS9 more pleasant than this. He was going to need a shower for at least the next two weeks straight every hour on the hour after this…
Zerva: ::making the worst funny face upon catching the scent of waste:: Ugh.
Holding himself steady as the rush of putrid air washed over him, he took a second before stepping in.
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Zerva: No worries sirs. I got this.
His wrist beacons on and phaser out, he took point in front, sweeping the room. His feet made a squishing sound with each step through the foot of waste under his heels.
Zerva: ::whispering:: There’s something here. I can feel it…
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Tick, beep, beep, beep, beep.
His left hand was twitching like it was on fire. His eyes saw only the darkness of the waste, until it settled on a flicker of movement flashed out from the shadows in the corner of the room.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
Zerva: :beet:: I got movement! One signal! Over here!
Without so much a thought, he fired his phaser. The beam streaked off the wall lighting up the room as it missed his target. The phaser burn on the wall made the reeking scents that much worse.
Zerva: ::fires franticly missing:: Frack!
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Zerva: How the hell should I know?! It moved before I could get a clean lock on it.
Not a good first impression in front of their new tactical officer.
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Zerva: ::beet:: Of course it’s on stun sir! ::taking a quick stale breath as he heart continued to race:: I think it went over that way. ::pointing:: Whatever it was, it’s big. Like big dog size big. Maybe it’s a ROUS?
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Zerva: Rodents of Unusual Size. ::shrugs:: I mean, it is a prison.
C. Dewitt/Stros: Response
Tags/TBC
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Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva
Security Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
A240101EZ2