Lt. JG T’Fearne - Resurfacing
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Some dialog tags missing from this sim as T’Fearne is coming to. See Winters - It's Getting Creepy In Here sim for full dialog tags.))
((Transporter Room, Deck 08, USS Compass Rose))
T’Fearne stared, wide-eyed and breathless as her other senses saw what her eyes could not. The lingering empathic auras of the Compass Rose’s lost crew flared in her mind like ghostly echoes of their katras. Her knees buckled, striking the deck before she collapsed sideways, her body suddenly heavy and unresponsive. Her dark lashes fanned her cheeks, a thin trickle of green ran from her nose and dripped against the transporter room floor.
The world folded in on itself, the edges of her vision curling inward like burning leaves. As the shimmer of the transporter dimmed to shadow, voices around her faded as if underwater water. Her heartbeat thundered inher ears. The darkness that claimed her wasn’t empty. It pulsed softly, like the dying glow of distant stars behind her eyes, until even that faint light was gone, leaving nothingness.
((An Indeterminate Time Later — Cargo Bay 02, Deck 03, USS Compass Rose))
The universe was pressing in on her like a closing fist.
Something hissed near her neck, a sharp sting. Cool relief, spreading along her limbs followed. Weight lifted off her chest, she drew in a breath, shallow and rough, the air sharp with the tang of copper and strange scents. Her fingers twitched against something smooth, deck plating, maybe.
Sound returned next, voices stretched and sound folded in strange directions, distant and distorted.
Kel: T'Fearne…hear me?
Her name? She thought she heard it, tried to answer, but the sound never left her lips. The pulse of another’s concern brushing faintly against her senses.
Deacon: …up and at them.
Light came next, filtered through half closed eyelashes. A flicker of movement above her, a blue face she half-recognized, lips moving without meaning.
Roop: Keneth, you’re down with it!
Nakada: :: to Roop :: These crates, they’re thermite, or something like it. Someone placed a heat charge in them, they’ll ignite if the temperature raises much further. :: shoving the tricorder at Roop :: any ideas?
Roop: Thermite?! ::his face flashing, recalling Deacon’s words:: Catching fire. Ignites. ::taking Keneth’s tricorder as he helped him to sit on one of the glowing biobeds:: Here?
Deacon: Commander Ke—
Winters: ::looking to V'Len:: Go, I've got her.
Kel: ::rising to his feet:: What exactly is out there Mr. Frost?
Nakada: Response
The antihistamine worked quickly now. Her chest expanded. She drew in another, deeper breath. Air rushed in, sweet and sharp.She strained to open her eyes fully, but all that happened was her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. Her hearing sharpened, a metallic skitter and the hard edge of tension in Lieutenant Frost’s voice pulled her closer to full awareness.
oO Protect. Secure. Ronin… Wake Up! Oo
Deacon: Whatever it is sir, it’s getting closer. And both Winters and I both came to the conclusion it has more than two feet. Between that, and the possible exploding creates, we need to come up with an anction plan.
A low groan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Winters: Hey there, you gave us a bit of a scare.
T'Fearne: ::dryly, blinking:: What…?
Kel: Nakada, Roop, can we beam this material into space using the Rose or the Oliphant's trasnporters?
Roop: No, Sir. They’re outside the enhancer field in this interference. The Ronin would have to beam out the entire bay…::pausing to scan around the bay:: We’re surrounded by it.
Roop: Reaching five hundred degrees, Sir. ::his hand pointing at the string and tracing from one crate to another for Commander Kel, and that detcord string was starting to glow brighter and brighter red:: Spume!
Nakada: Response
Winters: Commander ::still scanning T'Fearne:: Lieutenant T'Fearne is coming around.
A metallic skitter echoed through the cargo bay. She definitely didn’t imagine it. T’Fearne turned her head to the side, trying to gain her bearings. Not in the Decon Chamber or in Lab Three…This looked more like a cargo bay. Eyes sharpening, she spotted the bay markings identifying it as Cargo Bay Two and for the second time in a few hours she had completely lost all sense of time that had passed.
Deacon: Tell me, ya’ll hear that right?
Right next to her, Michele Winters’ emotions flared pale blue and arctic as the emotion splashed against her skin, infectiously chilling her to the bone. A faint shudder went through her frame but adrenaline surged with it. Her hands flexed, she twitched her booted feet, her limbs coming back under her control.
Kel: ::concerned:: I'm not reading anything biological.
Roop: We don’t need the thermite. OR the detcord. The trigger is the key. Six hundred degrees. Think, think, think…
Nakada: Response
T'Fearne: ::Rolling to the side, bracing on one arm:: What is going on?
Winters: ::placing a hand on T'Fearne's shoulder:: No, stay down Lieutenant. You are in no condition to get up.
The Captain’s grip, while gentle was iron firm wih her armoured gauntlet. She contemplated struggling, Michele must have seen the intention glinting in her obsidian gaze. The Captain’s other hand produced T’Fearne’s phaser, pressing it into her palm. Clearly a pacifying gesture, but it would do. She was not entirely sure she could stand at that moment anyway. Michele then pulled the phaser rifle Jack had been carrying from her own back and rechecked the settings.
T'Fearne: ::nodding faintly, curling her fingers around the weapon:: Thank you. ::Looking around, marking allies:: Sounds like a hostile incoming. I’ve got this here, back up Kel.
Winters: I am not leaving your side Lieutenant.
Kel: We need to move ourselves or this material. What are our options?
Roop: One’s detonators's missing! ::pointing his tricorder and then scampering up onto a crate:: Jay-Gee-two-oh-threes.
Nakada: Response
Kel’s comm chirped in the middle of the situation.
Beck: =/\= Shuttlecraft Medusa to Compass Rose. V'Len, can you hear me? =/\=
Kel: =/\= Yes. Bit busy here right now. =/\=
Roop: ::balanced over a teetering crate of uniforms:: Closed lid. Why close the lid on the detonator control? ::looking at the keypad:: Because thermite triggers are anaerobic. They only work in the vacuum of space…underwater…or in a sealed container…
Michele continued to watch the bio scans while she glanced up and around the room. She had to visualize the area. She tightened the grip on her rifle and looked back to T'Fearne and smiled.
T'Fearne: ::with slight exasperation:: Winters… why are you smiling? This doesn’t exactly seem like a mirthful situation.
Deacon/Winters/Nakada: Response
T’Fearne rolled her eyes at the Marine and nearly passed out again.
oO I should avoid doing that for the moment. Oo
Beck: =/\= Good to hear your voice. We've got samples here of the original virus from the Tarellian ship. I ran a comparison against what you guys have been finding and I am pretty confident we can use this plus your findings to develop a cure for the variant we're dealing with. =/\=
Kel: =/\= Great. Assuming none of this thermite goes up. =/\=
Beck: =/\= Where do you want us to park our butts? I can come to you. =/\=
T’Fearne winced as she pulled herself to sitting upright. There was something metallic stalking their position and somehow they had set up the triage center with wounded and plague sufferers in the midst of explosives. .
Kel: =/\= Beam to the hydroponics bay on deck 2. The plant making the anti-sense RNA is there. We're just down the hall. Kel out. =/\=
Roop: Can’t be that tough. I mean, what’s it gonna do, blow up? ::typing in a set of keys on the lid of the detonator::
T’Fearne leaned closer to Michele.
T'Fearne: Can you give me an idea what we are facing? What is that?
Deacon/Winters/Nakada: Response
A black metal insect pulling itself out of the wall. Similar punching noises could be heard around the room.
Kel: Okay. I'm open to suggestions.
Roop: ::to self:: Oh, I’m backwards to it. ::typing in the key set again:: Dumbass…
The scent of hot metal hit her nose. The detcord string wound around the cargo bay slowly dimmed, and the burning red glow disappeared.
The metal creature, the one she had read about in the Ronin’s mission reports before she had come aboard extracated itself from the maintenance hatch. The last encounter with these creatures had left the Ronin limping and lives lost. They needed to get out, now!
T'Fearne: ::swinging both legs onto the deck:: Should we evacuate? Fall back to the Shuttle?
Deacon/Winters/Nakada/Kel/Roop: Response
T'Fearne: ::Shaking her head:: Its the high concentration of victurium alloy in the hull of the Oberth class, it has a tendency to distabalise a beam, that’s why transporting without a pad or targeting enhancers has caused us so many problems.
Deacon/Winters/Nakada/Kel/Roop: Response
The Spiderbot moved, unexpectedly racing upwards along the wall then over the ceiling towards their group in a storm of phaser fire and molten pulses. T’Fearne hauled herself fully over the side of the bio cott but held on to it, steadying her aim, she put line across the metallic carapace, but it didn’t seem to affect the creature. leaving that target to the others, she glanced around, her sensitive ears battered by the
T'Fearne: ::yelling out:: How do we stop these creatures? Tactical waeknesses?
Deacon/Winters/Nakada/Kel/Roop: Response
[Tags / TBC]
(( OOC: Recently read about Victurium alloy being used in Oberth Class construction making it difficult to beam through the hull. Makes sense now why we had so many transporter difficulties. https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Victurium))
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