PNPC 1LT Alene Torado — Faster, Faster Would be Better

[Nolen Hobart]

((Control Center, “The Crack,” Alpha Trionus II))

The prison at this point was mostly deserted. Khitomer had extracted all of the facility personnel, and if the lights on the central display rapidly blinking out were any indication, they were hard at work doing the same for the prisoners. First Lieutenant Torado had taken a runabout down with the rest of the ship's small marine complement to ensure security. As far as she knew, Ensign Richard Matthews was the only other Starfleet officer down there, and he had his head buried in some computer.

Torado: What are you even doing, anyways?

Matthews: Response

She didn't really care. Her question was rhetorical. More than that, it was code for “this place is about to explode and nothing could be worth waiting around for that to happen.” Before she could translate as much to the Science Officer, her combadge chirped.

Kendrick: =/\= Response =/\=

Torado: =/\= Sorry, wrong number. =/\=

She smirked at the hesitation from the other end of the line. Worked every time.

Kendrick: =/\= Response =/\=

Torado: =/\= Alright. Fifteen minutes. You want us to bring you something? Carton of milk, maybe? Are we out of eggs? =/\=

As she spoke, the diminutive marine officer set her phaser rifle down on a convenient tabletop, and began to key in a countdown on her wrist monitor. From there, she'd be able to distribute it to the rest of her team without needing to broadcast a verbal.

Kendrick: =/\= Response =/\=

Matthews: Response

Torado: Dickie, I am very fond of my limbs, but I am remarkably ambivalent about yours. ::hard stare:: You've got twelve minutes, and then I'm dragging you back to the shuttle, by whichever part seems easiest to grab.

Matthews: Response

TBC

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1st Lieutenant Alene Torado

Marine Officer

As simmed by

Lt. Commander Nolen Hobart

Executive Officer

USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)

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