[M] Ensign FitzJames: Are we dead yet? (Del Vedova)

[Sarah Eccles]

(( Auxiliary Computer Core ))

 

::The issue of the strange being aboard the Mercury was discussed and dissected. The fact that a dead Cardassian had been found with it didn’t exactly make the picture any better. But before they could find out what was going on they had to catch the thing.::

 

TREL'LIS: FitzJames, you go with either Del Vedova, or Mr Dracht and I can go with the other. Let's pair off now and get started. The sooner we track this entity, the sooner we can be rid of it.

 

FITZJAMES: Aye sir.

 

DRACHT: As you say, have the creature's Bio readings on my Tricorder give me a second ::Kyle takes out a tool of his belt playing with the tricorder:: Right It is set to the creature's Bio reading. ::He placed the tool away, and secured it safely so it wouldn't fall out with the others he had::

 

DEL VEDOVA: Lead the way, Mr. FitzJames. I'm just here to mop up.

 

FITZJAMES: If ye say so Doc.

 

::Blue collars were usually more interested in analysing things than shooting them, so it only made sense. The Scotsman preferred to do things the other way around.::

 

FITZJAMES: Stick close ahint me, but nae so close that I back intae ye. ::He advised.::

 

DEL VEDOVA: Sure. Just tell me what you need me to do.

 

FITZJAMES: I’ll stun it, then ye kin tell us whit ‘tis. ::He advised dryly.::

 

TREL'LIS: Okay Ensign, let's 'follow' these tubes, using our modified tricorders, checking in with the ship's internal sensors as well. Mr FitzJames, take the port side tubes and 'follow' them, we'll take the starboard side and go deck by deck, starting here.

 

FITZJAMES: Aye sir.

 

::Douglas and Del climbed into the port side Jefferies Tubes as Trel’lis and Dracht disappeared into the starboard side ones. Crawling through tubes with a phaser rifle reminded the Scotsman of his Marine training.::

 

FITZJAMES: Whit do we do if this thin’ is sentient? ::He asked Del over his shoulder.: An’ whit if t’isna?

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

::The conversation didn’t get any further however as the ship lurched, slamming the two hard against the side of the tube, a thundering vibrating through the hull.::

 

FITZJAMES: That’s weapons fire; we’re un’er attack.

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

FITZJAMES: I used tae be a Marine. I ken torpedoes whin they hit a hull.

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

MEI'KONDA: =/\= Mei'konda to all hands.  Prepaare for high G acceleration. =/\=

 

FITZJAMES: Crap.

 

::In the sleek Jefferies Tube there wasn’t much to hold onto as the ship lurched into warp for a sickening few seconds, then dropped back out again.::

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

FITZJAMES: I dinna ken, but I’m thinkin’ that we hae bigger problems than a critter on the loose.

 

::The Scotsman observed laconically as he picked himself up.::

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

FITZJAMES: Lets find this thin’ and git oot o’ here.

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

::They hadn’t gone much further however when something smacked the Mercury like a man swat’s a fly. The pair hit the top of the Jefferies tube hard, then crashed to the bottom and went sliding along it in a tangled heap. Sections of the lighting flickered and died and when they finally came to a stop it was in a darkened tube junction somewhere in the system.::

 

::Douglas felt like he was going to be black from head to foot in the morning, and there was a sharp and throbbing pain in his forearm that spoke suspiciously of something more serious. The question was, was there going to be a morning? What had just hit the ship, and were they now sitting dead in the water? Was it only a matter of moments before the Cardassians sent them all to meet their maker?::

 

FITZJAMES: Frak. ::Sigh.:: Eh Doc, er ye dead?

 

DEL VEDOVA: ?

 

TAG/TBC

 

Ensign Douglas FitzJames

Security and Tactical Officer

USS Mercury