[sb118-khitomer] PNPC Ensign B’Ella - Who Ya Gonna Call?
BC Cooper
((Stellar Cartography, Deck 16, USS Khitomer))
Ensign Graves had picked up an SOS. B’Ella had moved closer to see what the transmission detailed.
B’Ella: It is a form of Terran Morse Code. ::dismissively:: The computer will take too long. Give me but a moment and I can translate it.
Graves: Okay. B-but only a mome- ::breathe in:: -nt. I h-have w-work to do.
And she didn’t? They all had work to do, but this might turn out to be more important. B’Ella read the message, word for word.
B’Ella: SOS I am okay for now .STOP. They are going to do something to me .STOP. I am not complying .STOP. SOS Lock onto my helmet .STOP.
Graves blinked slowly.
Graves: T-the amount of surprise I am feeling t-t-towards your ability to read th-this is ::pause:: innumerous. ::long drawn out pause:: Are you-you aware of w-what they may do to h-him?
He was impressed? She held back a smile. His confidence in her was well received, even if she didn’t show it. It was his constant chatter that was a touch worrisome. And yes she was very aware, but at the same time uncertain. The thought did not bode well for one who enjoyed ice cream shakes and sprinkles.
B’Ella: No, I do not know what they will do to him, but his non compliance could make things worse. ::checking the latest updates on filaments throughout the ship:: It looks like the transporter pads are off limits? Or at least the one on deck 9. Even if we were close enough, I don’t even know if we could lock on to his helmet. Their ship might have ways to block it. Since the Chief Science Officer is away from the ship, I suggest we contact either the bridge or Captain Naxell. ::turning to Graves:: This is your department. Who should we call?
Graves: I b-believe the bridge is pre-preoccupied at the m-m-moment ::typing at his console:: I was a-able to get a signature on h-his h-h-helmet. I do not know his pre-pre-pre-precise location b-but we can communi- ::pause:: -cate with him. Perhaps you sh-should contact the c-captain. I will attempt t-to establish communications with M-matthews.
This was good. If they could talk to Matthews it meant he was alive and they could mount some sort of rescue. A rescue that she knew didn’t include her. B’Ella’s job after last shoreleave required her to work her duty station in between rest periods and training with Lieutenant Semara. That was it. Nothing more. She had resigned herself to that fact, wanting to prove herself to the Khitomer crew.
oO Stupid Tammy! Oo
B’Ella: ::nodding:: Agreed, the Captain should be made aware of the situation. If you can connect to Matthews it would be to his benefit and ours.
B’Ella observed Graves moving through a number of subroutines as he made his attempts on the computer console. B’Ella tapped her commbage while Graves worked.
B’Ella: =/\= Ensign B’Ella to Captain Naxell. Ensign Graves has found a coded message from Ensign Matthews that was intercepted here in Stella Cryptography. =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
B’Ella: =/\= It was an old Terran Morse Code. I was able to decipher it. It reads as follows, SOS I am okay for now. They are going to do something to me. I am not complying. SOS Lock onto my helmet. =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
B’Ella paused her response to the Captain for but a brief moment as Graves spoke
Graves: ~/\~ Ensign M-Matthews? Th~~ ~~ Ensign G-Graves. Do y~~ co~y? ~/\~
B’Ella: =/\= One moment sir, I believe Graves has made contact. =/\=
B’Ella stepped forward as close as she could to the comms, with hopes the Captain could overhear the conversation with Graves and Matthews.
Matthews: ~/\~ Mathews here, it’s ~~~~ you Graves. Well sort of hear you. ~/\~
There was trouble with the connection. It came across statically and unstable as parts of the message came across garbled. Assuming it had any, could it be the alien ship's shields interfering? Or maybe it’s hull? Or the nebula? Any number of possibilities crossed her mind.
Graves: ~/\~ It is a b-boon ~o he~r you are s-st~ll in one p-piece. Th~y allowed y-you to ret~~n your helm- ::pause:: -et? I h-hear s-someone e~se th-there. ~re you n-not alo~e? ~/\~
Matthews: ~/\~ Met a guy who's about to get ~~~~ and ~~~~. And yeah ~~~~~ allowed to keep ~~~~~~. ~/\~
What guy?!? Allowed to keep what?!? B’Ella held in an urge to scream at the comms, but she not her tongue. A small part of her wanted to move Graves aside and see if she had better luck with the conversation.
Graves: ~/\~ Response ~/\~
Matthews: ~/\~ Get ~~ Graves? Heading there ~~~~. Call ~~~~. ~/\~
Graves: ~/\~ Response ~/\~
The communications were becoming increasingly difficult to discern and understand and then the comm line went silent.
B’Ella: Graves? Did we lose him?
Graves: Response
Naxell: =/\= Response =/\=
B’Ella: =/\= Captain were you able to make out any of that? What are your orders, sir? =/\=
Naxell / Graves: =/\= Response =/\=
Tags / TBC
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Ensign B’Ella,
Communications Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
As simmed by
Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva
Security Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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