Lt.JG T’Fearne - The Shadows in the Forest [Part 2]
Teayl Thorn
((Main Shuttlebay, Deck 03, USS Compass Rose))
The shuttle bay doors had sealed shut again, but the space was still eerily silent, save for the low hum of the ship's systems. Coiled fuel lines and diagnostic cabling leaned drunkenly against the bulkhead and in chaotic tangles on the deck.
The emergency condition lighting cast a dim pool of light near the bay doors that would lead deeper into the Rose. The doors were half ajar, only darkness beyond.
Roop: ::updating his scan readings to make certain of his sight:: Where are all their shuttles?
Syrex: Sometimes when we run out of quarantine space, we use the shuttles as a confinement area. It’s possible that the Rose did the same thing.
The security officer’s T2 phaser pistol was comfortable in her grip. She made a sweep of the small shuttle bay and came up empty, her tricorder didn’t detect any life-forms in the room, but she made sure and made her way back to the team to see if they had found anything.
T’Fearne: Shuttlebay clear, no signs of life.
Om-Zora/Roop: Response
Computer: =^= Intruder Alert!! Deck 9!! =^=
Syrex: Well, we’re on Deck 4, right? Can you confirm that T’Fearne?
T’Fearne: :: shaking her head and checking the layout files she had sent to her helmet's display :: That alert must be for someone else. Ship schematic puts us on Deck 03, in the Main Shuttlebay aft. Though there seems to be some modifications to the ship. What I would expect of a starship in the Isles. If we make it through those doors and to starboard, there should be a turbolift, which will take us down to deck 04.
Om-Zora/Roop: Response (Optional)
Syrex: So that’ll be Kels team… Hopefully that’ll draw enough of a distraction to give us a clean run to sickbay, which should be just down the corridor…
T’Fearne was just adjusting her thigh holsters and backup phaser as Alyndra squared her shoulders and addressed the team..
Syrex: But who knows what we’ll find on this shi-
The scream came very suddenly and had the security officer stepping forward to cover the half-open doors. It pricked her with cold claws somewhere in the back of her mind. A racial memory or a warning that logic and self-control were the keys to rising from her Vulcan ancestors, 3000 years of war and madness. She drew a long, slow breath in through her nose and steadied her grip.
A moment went by, and others scanned with their equipment, but nothing entered the cargo bay. Something was clearly out there, alive and waiting in the ship.
oO Four deities, I actually hope that was not a member of the crew. Oo
Syrex: -p. ::Clears her throat:: Ok people, I need options besides using the corridors, we don’t want to get overrun by the infected. Even if our job is to help them, we can’t do that blind. T’Fearne, what’s our tactical standpoint?
T’Fearne: You…you don’t think that noise was…someone suffering from an infection! :: rhetorical question :: The…ah…turbo lift is a few meters along the corridor from that door. :: Pointing to the doors with the scream :: Once we’re in, we should be relatively safe. It’ll drop us down a deck right next to the Engineering lab to starboard, and the Sickbay and Life Sciences Lab is straight down the corridor to port.
Alyndra seemed to consider that.
Syrex: Om-Zora, Ensign Roop. This is a science vessel engineered by Starfleet. Do either of you know anything about its internals? Its designs? Is there anything that could give us an advantage?
Om-Zora/Roop: Response
T’Fearne: We stay in pairs, one person covers forward, the other covers rear. Remember basic training at the academy, watch your allies, and don’t shoot past someone's head. Phasers set to stun…We are planning to stun them if we encounter anyone, right? After they opened fire on the Ronin.
Om-Zora/Roop/Syrex: Response
She allowed herself a mental sigh. It was her duty to protect all Starfleet personnel, but negotiating and talking made her job more difficult when stunning everyone and sorting it out later seemed so much simpler.
T’Fearne: Very well. My recommendation is that Om-Zora’s with me. We’ll clear the path to the lift, and then you follow us. :: Looking at Alyndra and Roop for approval :: We leapfrog anywhere we go, and we go down in the lift together.
Om-Zora/Roop/Syrex: Response
Phaser in hand, T’Fearne took point. She nodded to Om-Zora, and she swept the starboard corridor, trusting Om-Zora to handle the port. A dimly lit corridor curving swiftly out of sight in both directions met her eyes. No movement. No sound. No sign of anything that could scream. There wasn't much to see.
She gestured to Om-Zora, and they headed cautiously towards the turbolift doors several meters along the corridor. Padding softly as they could in their booted feet. T’Fearne reached forward and triggered the turbolift. It responded sluggishly to her touch, indicating it was thinking about sending a car to their location.
T’Fearne: :: quietly over internal comms, glancing back at the cargo bay doors :: Clear so far, come to the turbolift.
Om-Zora/Roop/Syrex: Response
The doors to the turbolift juddered open, and T’Fearne snapped her weapon up and took a sudden step back as her torch illuminated the sight in the lift.
[Tags / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14