Ensign Richard Matthews - Somebody Save Me
Matthew Gough
OOC - I’m so ready to be saved so . . . adding a quick little thing to hopefully help Richard being found.
((Brief Timeskip. A Place Of Cleansing. Inside the Thorax, Jorogumo))
That smell would linger in his nose for days. Richard would have to make sure to avoid his favorite foods, lest he start associating whatever was in that room VM had taken him to, with said foods. Which might have sounded like an odd fear. But once upon a time his taste buds had been altered by a strange root he’d eaten on a farm on some prewarp planet he’d crashed on. And that had ruined apple pie for him. To this day, long after the effect had worn off, he still couldn’t stomach a slice of apple pie. Even though he knew it tasted normal.
The memory remained!
He glanced down at the helmet he was now holding in his hand. They hadn’t come upon anyone yet. So he had taken it off. Though his original idea of obscuring his face to sneak around seemed silly now. Knowing that the males of this species just couldn’t do things on their own. He wouldn’t be ignored as some servant. He’d be questioned about what he was doing. And he didn’t know enough to lie his way out of trouble! The only names he could reference as someone he was reporting to. They were too dangerous to use!
But that did give him a little time to mess with the signal he was broadcasting. Opening up the helmet his thumbs flew over the small switches under the hidden panel. Turning off the broadcast that had been on loop for a while now.
Either someone had heard him, help was on the way, and this was overkill. Or no one had and he really did need to take another shot at getting help.
Narrowing the transmission beam he set it as high as he could. Broadcasting an automated Starfleet distress signal. Without the control panel in his suit he couldn’t actually type out a message. And he didn’t want to start talking in front of VM who was still trailing along with him. The narrow beam should make the signal stronger in the ship. Which could be dangerous when his captors noticed it. And he was sure they would. Even if he was transmitting on special Starfleet channels. They had to notice Richard’s call coming from inside the ship.
Still, narrow beam, extra strength and as loud as it could go. Someone on the away mission would have to hear him. Or detect him. And then come rescue him. Right?
Right?
There could be no other option. For Richard feared that if he had to find a shuttle in this strange ship. He’d have to deal with something just as gross as that last room. Images of small creepy ships wrapped up in those word tentacles and all that goopy cold goo came to mind. He didn’t want to risk having to deal with tentacles and possibly having to bathe in goo to make an alien escape pod or shuttle work. He needed rescuing and transporters or a regular fleet shuttle craft to take him away from this terrible horrible place.
TAGS/TBC
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Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
A238908RM0