Ensign Talon Morda - Thread lightly
Eston Melton
((Jeffries Tube 127CC Nacelle One, USS Khitomer))
Morda: =/\= Ensign Morda to Lieutenant El'Heem. Sir, Lieutenant Michaels and I have discovered something that might pose a hazard to the planned EVA. =/\=
Michaels: We should probably tell him something of the nature of what we have found and the hazard it would pose.
oO That’s the idea, ma’am. Oo He kept that jibe to himself.
El’Heem: =/\= Matthews is in the airlock now, getting ready. What’s the hazard? =/\=
Matthews: =/\= Yes, what is the hazard please and thank you =/\=
Naxell: =/\= This is the Captain. Lead with the discovery, Ensign, we’ll assess the risk. =/\=
oO Quite the audience. Let’s get to it. Oo
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. =/\=
The cramped Jefferies tube was eerily quiet as they awaited a response.
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. =/\=
Nicholotti: Given the information we have now, perhaps we reconsider the walk outside?
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. =/\= ::Taps commbadge::
Michaels: We will require a great deal more information about these before we will be able to come up with an engineering solution. :: turning to Morda :: One thing you will find about engineers is that we are seldom without a tool.
Michaels pulled a driver from somewhere, they promptly destroyed it with the mysterious tendrils.
Michaels: Given the near invisible nature of these filaments and their impact on these materials, I struggle to come up with a scenario where I would recommend leaving the ship.
Morda: Sounds like they’re going to proceed anyhow. Sorry I didn’t think to grab a tricorder on the way down -- you have one? Not to slice, but to, ya know, scan?
Michaels/Nicholotti: Response
Morda: ::Taps his commbadge again:: =/\= Ensign Morda to Dr. Ohnari. =/\=
Ohnari: =/\= Response. =/\=
Morda: Lieutenant Michaels has discovered incredibly slender threads slicing through portions of the ship. They’ve sliced through gloves and tools with nary any resistance. Against flesh, it’d be a bloody mess. Lieutenant El’Heem’s scans say they’re concentrated near the nacelles.
Ohnari: =/\= Response. =/\=
Michaels/Nicholotti: Response
Tabs/TBC