Ensign Thomas Melville-Kilpatrick - Dangerouser and dangerouser
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((Deck 16, Science Lab, USS Khitomer))
Melville-Kilpatrick: Ideally, I'd be able to notice before anything went...too wrong.
Matthews: :: Pressing a few buttons and getting ready to leave :: Oh, but I do like surprises though.
El'Heem: See you on the other side.
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::small smile:: Good luck, Matthews.
Naxell: We’ll be back before you know it. Come, Ensign.
With that, the captain and the soon-to-be-spacewalker left. Thomas let out a deep breath. One day they'd go somewhere without needing to do anything dangerous, and on that day he would not be needed. He doubted it would ever come.
El’Heem: Alright ensign, we want this routine. ::beat as he returned to his console:: well as routine as can be when EVAing in….whatever this is.
Melville-Kilpatrick: Routine. Got it.
Thomas looked to his screens, preparing to track vitals. He'd pinned a few of the most important, planned to switch to the others periodically. He was pretty sure that Matthews' blood sugar wouldn't be critical, but with something like this, who knew?
He glanced over at the live feed and waited for the other two to appear, so he could stop fidgeting. Everything would be much better once he actually had something to do.
El’Heem: ::under his breath:: good luck, Richard
((Brief Timeskip, Deck 16, Science Lab, USS Khitomer))
The only clear sound Thomas could hear was the lieutenant's tapping. Thomas' eyes flicked up to the monitor every now and then. Did it really take so long to get down to the airlock?
El’Heem: You ready?
Melville-Kilpatrick: Yes, sir. Routine, right? ::another small smile:: You feeling ready?
El’Heem: As I’ll ever be. ::tapping the console to allow audio feed:: =/\= Richard. Ensign MK and I are ready when you are.
Matthews: =/\= See! MK just rolls off the tongue so much easier, look at all the time we saved. I’m almost ready on this end =/\=
Thomas had to chuckle a little at that. One day he would get used to all of the nicknames.
Naxell: =/\= We’ll be ready to go, soon. =/\=
The readouts on Thomas' screen suddenly started trailing, and he looked up to see that Matthews had suited up properly. He gave a thumbs up to Lieutenant El'Heem.
El’Heem: =/\= Suit data is coming through now. =/\=
Matthews: =/\= Well there’s all my bases covered then. If something happens, that’s like three of our best and brightest ready to save me. Excellent. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Here's hoping you don't need us. =/\=
Routine. Matthews could sort things out, and his vitals would remain normal--nothing going wrong.
Thomas heard a voice and for a second he was going to turn around. Then he remembered the fact that he was not the only person in the room wearing a comm badge.
Morda: =/\= Ensign Morda to Lieutenant El'Heem. Sir, Lieutenant Michaels and I have discovered something that might pose a hazard to the planned EVA. =/\=
Thomas' brow furrowed and he tried to glean something from the screens. Something dangerous?
El’Heem: =/\= Matthews is in the airlock now, getting ready. What’s the hazard? =/\=
Matthews: =/\= Yes, what is the hazard please and thank you=/\=
He would want to know, too, if he was the one going out.
Naxell: =/\= This is the Captain. Lead with the discovery, Ensign, we’ll assess the risk. =/\=
Morda: =/\= Incredibly slender strands slicing through the ship, at least between decks. Sliced perfectly through a workglove. We don’t know their point of origin -- but if they come from or extend out of the hull, EVA activity could quickly become lethal. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Not the best news to hear. I'll take a look... =/\=
Lieutenant El'Heem was already running some sort of scan, but Thomas flicked through his own screens anyways.
El'Heem: =/\= I’m seeing it. Seems to be localized to the nacelles. Must be why we’re pinned. We’ll see if we can get a better understanding of it. ::turning to the console:: Richard, captain, I suggest we steer clear of the nacelles and any other filaments you might encounter out there. EVA screen filters will be able to pick up the infrared signatures. ::beat:: Captain, this might not be a one-man job anymore, but it’s your call. ::hesitating:: I can be down there in the airlock right away. =/\=
Nacelles? It was clear that his latest companion would be able to go down and assist, but the only problem was the time. And leaving Thomas alone with all the science doohickeys. Some of the things he only remembered from brief experiences in his pre-medical school days.
Matthews: =/\= Gotta teach you how to delegate when we have the time. Can’t be doing everything chief. =/\= :: Richard twisted around to look in through the airlock window at Naxell and waved his hand in a ‘go for it’ signal :: =/\= Actually this sounds like it’s even more so a one person’s job now. =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Stay there, Lieutenant. Ensign Morda, pass along your findings to Commander Ohnari. If these threads start appearing elsewhere on the ship, she’ll have a very bloody mess to clean up. =/\=
Morda: =/\= Aye, sir. Morda out. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: Doesn't sound good. Maybe it would be better to call it off...
Thomas would let it be up to the Lieutenant, but anything that could slice clean through a workglove? Well, probably would slice clean through a person, too.
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Matthews: =/\= It’ll be easier if it’s just me going out there. If I don’t have to worry about a partner, I can get a sample quickly and be back on the Khitomer before you finish saying KP’s full name. =/\=
Thomas couldn't help but smirk at that.
Naxell: =/\= Captain’s prerogative, officers. I’m entering the airlock now. I’ll wait here, in case something happens while you’re on the hull. Lieutenant, are you registering my suit? Vitals? =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Vitals are registering on my end, sir. =/\=
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Matthews: =/\= I’ll feel safer knowing you’ve got my back from there Ras. I’m not stupid. I know I’ll need help out there. But it’ll be more helpful with a person in my ear giving direction and watching my blind spots - Captain, permission to head out? =/\=
Naxell: =/\= You can do this, and I’ll be back here. Permission granted. Beginning depressurization. =/\=
Thomas watched carefully as the depressurization began. He wasn't outright terrified of it, but it was definitely a reminder: you are on a starship in space. Space that does not care if you don't enjoy the vacuum.
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::quietly, to El'Heem:: Vitals stable...
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Naxell: =/\= While that cycles, let’s set up a level 3 forcefield across the outer hatch, in case this cloud decides it wants to come in. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::under his breath:: Which won't happen.
Being responsible for an infectious, laser-emitting, or otherwise dangerous cloud entering the ship was not on his to-do list, either.
Matthews/El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Thomas watched the forcefield as if his eyes would be able to detect anything wrong with it, which hopefully was nothing. His eyes flicked between the video and the vitals.
Naxell: =/\= Plan of action. If the cloud is within arm’s reach on the other side of the forcefield, we’ll pass the sampler through. If it’s away, we’ll lower the forcefield, and wait to see if there’s a reaction. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Sounds like a plan, sir. =/\=
Matthews/El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Looking good on my end.
Matthews/El'Heem/Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
Thomas took a longer look at the vitals. Nothing seemed to be jumping out as wrong to him.
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Breathing and heart rate slightly elevated, otherwise normal. Don't blame you, honestly. =/\=
Matthews/El'Heem/Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
TAG/TBC
Melville-Kilpatrick: Ideally, I'd be able to notice before anything went...too wrong.
Matthews: :: Pressing a few buttons and getting ready to leave :: Oh, but I do like surprises though.
El'Heem: See you on the other side.
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::small smile:: Good luck, Matthews.
Naxell: We’ll be back before you know it. Come, Ensign.
With that, the captain and the soon-to-be-spacewalker left. Thomas let out a deep breath. One day they'd go somewhere without needing to do anything dangerous, and on that day he would not be needed. He doubted it would ever come.
El’Heem: Alright ensign, we want this routine. ::beat as he returned to his console:: well as routine as can be when EVAing in….whatever this is.
Melville-Kilpatrick: Routine. Got it.
Thomas looked to his screens, preparing to track vitals. He'd pinned a few of the most important, planned to switch to the others periodically. He was pretty sure that Matthews' blood sugar wouldn't be critical, but with something like this, who knew?
He glanced over at the live feed and waited for the other two to appear, so he could stop fidgeting. Everything would be much better once he actually had something to do.
El’Heem: ::under his breath:: good luck, Richard
((Brief Timeskip, Deck 16, Science Lab, USS Khitomer))
The only clear sound Thomas could hear was the lieutenant's tapping. Thomas' eyes flicked up to the monitor every now and then. Did it really take so long to get down to the airlock?
El’Heem: You ready?
Melville-Kilpatrick: Yes, sir. Routine, right? ::another small smile:: You feeling ready?
El’Heem: As I’ll ever be. ::tapping the console to allow audio feed:: =/\= Richard. Ensign MK and I are ready when you are.
Matthews: =/\= See! MK just rolls off the tongue so much easier, look at all the time we saved. I’m almost ready on this end =/\=
Thomas had to chuckle a little at that. One day he would get used to all of the nicknames.
Naxell: =/\= We’ll be ready to go, soon. =/\=
The readouts on Thomas' screen suddenly started trailing, and he looked up to see that Matthews had suited up properly. He gave a thumbs up to Lieutenant El'Heem.
El’Heem: =/\= Suit data is coming through now. =/\=
Matthews: =/\= Well there’s all my bases covered then. If something happens, that’s like three of our best and brightest ready to save me. Excellent. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Here's hoping you don't need us. =/\=
Routine. Matthews could sort things out, and his vitals would remain normal--nothing going wrong.
Thomas heard a voice and for a second he was going to turn around. Then he remembered the fact that he was not the only person in the room wearing a comm badge.
Morda: =/\= Ensign Morda to Lieutenant El'Heem. Sir, Lieutenant Michaels and I have discovered something that might pose a hazard to the planned EVA. =/\=
Thomas' brow furrowed and he tried to glean something from the screens. Something dangerous?
El’Heem: =/\= Matthews is in the airlock now, getting ready. What’s the hazard? =/\=
Matthews: =/\= Yes, what is the hazard please and thank you=/\=
He would want to know, too, if he was the one going out.
Naxell: =/\= This is the Captain. Lead with the discovery, Ensign, we’ll assess the risk. =/\=
Morda: =/\= Incredibly slender strands slicing through the ship, at least between decks. Sliced perfectly through a workglove. We don’t know their point of origin -- but if they come from or extend out of the hull, EVA activity could quickly become lethal. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Not the best news to hear. I'll take a look... =/\=
Lieutenant El'Heem was already running some sort of scan, but Thomas flicked through his own screens anyways.
El'Heem: =/\= I’m seeing it. Seems to be localized to the nacelles. Must be why we’re pinned. We’ll see if we can get a better understanding of it. ::turning to the console:: Richard, captain, I suggest we steer clear of the nacelles and any other filaments you might encounter out there. EVA screen filters will be able to pick up the infrared signatures. ::beat:: Captain, this might not be a one-man job anymore, but it’s your call. ::hesitating:: I can be down there in the airlock right away. =/\=
Nacelles? It was clear that his latest companion would be able to go down and assist, but the only problem was the time. And leaving Thomas alone with all the science doohickeys. Some of the things he only remembered from brief experiences in his pre-medical school days.
Matthews: =/\= Gotta teach you how to delegate when we have the time. Can’t be doing everything chief. =/\= :: Richard twisted around to look in through the airlock window at Naxell and waved his hand in a ‘go for it’ signal :: =/\= Actually this sounds like it’s even more so a one person’s job now. =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Stay there, Lieutenant. Ensign Morda, pass along your findings to Commander Ohnari. If these threads start appearing elsewhere on the ship, she’ll have a very bloody mess to clean up. =/\=
Morda: =/\= Aye, sir. Morda out. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: Doesn't sound good. Maybe it would be better to call it off...
Thomas would let it be up to the Lieutenant, but anything that could slice clean through a workglove? Well, probably would slice clean through a person, too.
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Matthews: =/\= It’ll be easier if it’s just me going out there. If I don’t have to worry about a partner, I can get a sample quickly and be back on the Khitomer before you finish saying KP’s full name. =/\=
Thomas couldn't help but smirk at that.
Naxell: =/\= Captain’s prerogative, officers. I’m entering the airlock now. I’ll wait here, in case something happens while you’re on the hull. Lieutenant, are you registering my suit? Vitals? =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Vitals are registering on my end, sir. =/\=
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Matthews: =/\= I’ll feel safer knowing you’ve got my back from there Ras. I’m not stupid. I know I’ll need help out there. But it’ll be more helpful with a person in my ear giving direction and watching my blind spots - Captain, permission to head out? =/\=
Naxell: =/\= You can do this, and I’ll be back here. Permission granted. Beginning depressurization. =/\=
Thomas watched carefully as the depressurization began. He wasn't outright terrified of it, but it was definitely a reminder: you are on a starship in space. Space that does not care if you don't enjoy the vacuum.
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::quietly, to El'Heem:: Vitals stable...
El'Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Naxell: =/\= While that cycles, let’s set up a level 3 forcefield across the outer hatch, in case this cloud decides it wants to come in. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: ::under his breath:: Which won't happen.
Being responsible for an infectious, laser-emitting, or otherwise dangerous cloud entering the ship was not on his to-do list, either.
Matthews/El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Thomas watched the forcefield as if his eyes would be able to detect anything wrong with it, which hopefully was nothing. His eyes flicked between the video and the vitals.
Naxell: =/\= Plan of action. If the cloud is within arm’s reach on the other side of the forcefield, we’ll pass the sampler through. If it’s away, we’ll lower the forcefield, and wait to see if there’s a reaction. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Sounds like a plan, sir. =/\=
Matthews/El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Looking good on my end.
Matthews/El'Heem/Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
Thomas took a longer look at the vitals. Nothing seemed to be jumping out as wrong to him.
Melville-Kilpatrick: =/\= Breathing and heart rate slightly elevated, otherwise normal. Don't blame you, honestly. =/\=
Matthews/El'Heem/Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
TAG/TBC
Ensign Thomas Melville-Kilpatrick
Medical Officer
USS Khitomer – NCC62400
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