Lieutenant Luxa Lorana - A Fistful of Sencha's
Luxa Lorana
((Cockpit, USS Rhine, Outside the J-0922A System))
Lorana: Transportation locked in. We'll have several minutes to get into our suits :: to Syrex :: We might need some more of those drugs?
Syrex: :: To Replicator:: ten intravenous vials of pharmacological exmixer, pH 7.4, in sterile containment unit set to 20oC
Raedai: I'll stay behind to maintain the ship's systems and get it ready to jump to warp. If we are detected, there won't be a second to lose.
Although the temperature remained the same on the Rhine, Luxa could feel a visceral chill in the small runabout as the two vulcanoids faced off against each other. Still expressionless faces glared at one another, the void of emotion spoke louder than any words could as Alieth spun slowly to glare at the Romulan.
Her mistrust of him in perfect display as the seconds ticked by Luxa knew that there was an inner debate occurring within the Vulcan woman. Luxa did not share in her misgivings, she had believed that Raedai had proven his loyalty when they faced the forces of the Consortium. However she was not Vulcan, and this particular one seemed to have a thing against Romulans.
And then eventually she seemed to settle it in her mind.
Alieth: It's okay. Keep a scan on the Gormangander and the structure, and a transporter lock on us. We will need you to get us out quickly if things go south.
Syrex: Response
Raedai: I've loaded the ship with suits prepared for a Y-class planet. So if the environmental system is prepared for the Sheliak or Tholians they should hold up, for a bit.
Luxa followed as the commander waved them to follow, she offered a glance and then nod to the Romulan. It told him that she had trust in him, and felt better for having him on the getaway runabout.
Luxa deftly manoeuvred her feline shape into the adapted suit, finding that the task seemed easier to her than the others. She chuckled silently as she watched their clumsy bodies stuff themselves into the suits.
Lorana: Hopefully we won’t be on the structure too long. Although the adapted sensors on the suits should relay our vitals to the doctor :: Luxa nodded to Syrex ::
Syrex: Response
From the cockpit, once again, came the voice of the Romulan.
Raedai: Although before beaming, we must check what kind of internal sensors they use. And what is the target, the less time in there, the less chance of detection and success.
Alieth: Proceed, Lieutenant Raedai, and beam us up when it is safer.
Syrex: Safer is preferable, without a sickbay my capabilities are limited.
Lorana: I marked several beam-in points, if you can check those against your scans that should get us to a space without radiation :: to Syrex and Alieth :: Let’s hope the scans of no lifesigns are correct. If not, the suits do have personal shielding which should give us some form of protection.
With the suit on, Alieth turned to one of the material lockers, and pulled out a reinforced tricorder, a tiny PADD encased in a security casing, and a type 1 phaser. She fastened everything to the clasp in the suit, before she turned to the two officers.
Alieth: Are they ready and fully equipped?
Luxa also gathered a PADD and a phaser.
Lorana: I am now.
Syrex: Ready when you are, commander
Alieth: Lieutenant Raedai, everything ready to beam us up?
Luxa checked that her suit was fastened, commbadge was working and that she had everything she needed.
Luxa nodded to Syrex, her eyes discreetly observed the ensign to ensure she was indeed prepared, at least in the practical sense. Then she nodded towards Alieth to indicate that she was ready.
Raedai: Response
Alieth: Beam us up.
[[One second later, corridor, 47th level, Lattice Alliance Unknown Structure.]]
The hallway lit up as the cascade of gold and blue sparks materialized the three women. But it was a brief glow, barely a spark, before it sank back into deep darkness. The corridor had a hexagonal section, with rounded edges, almost like a honeycomb, and stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with small red lights at regular distances, tiny blood-coloured lights that barely managed to brighten a couple of feet away. The walls had strange bulbous panels, black and shiny like insect carapaces, interwoven in an organic-looking and somehow nauseating lattice, like petrified entrails made of black petroleum.
Luxa removed her tricorder immediately. She directed her scans to the petroleum substance.
Alieth crouched down, her back pressed to one of the corners of the corridor, and she slowly reached for her tricorder, scanning the corridor from one side to the other.
Alieth: Temperature range 393 degrees kelvin. High ambient humidity. It seems that the Lieutenant has had a good intuition with these suits.
A kind of thick, heavy, whitish mist swirled in the corridor, clinging closely to the floor plates.
Syrex: I’ll say, can you get a reading on the concentrations of sencha radiation in here? On that topic ::Gestures to the others:: please let me know straight away if you start to feel weird.
Lorana: The substance is bio-neural in origin. It’s a data network.
Luxa bent down so that she could take a closer look and the substance had tiny, miniscule streams of purple light transmitting through it. She wanted to gather a sample so that they could study it later, but she returned to the group and focused. They had a mission.
Raedai (optional): Response
Alieth: Are there signs of movement or energy nearby? Any indication of Sencha generators as we know them?
Syrex: I should be able to configure my tricorder to detect heat signatures.
Lorana: :: performed a wide band search :: The structure itself appears to be some kind of hexagonal matrix :: nods to the substance :: I think these passages contain the bio-neural oil leading to a central chamber. It’s likely the computer core? We’d need to get closer to get a reading through the interference.
Alieth/Raedai (optional): Response
Syrex: Give me a moment…
Luxa continued to survey the area they found themselves in, and the technology around them. There were several smaller nodes positioned around the corridor. In the same hexagonal shape that the rest of the station's design was based on.
Syrex: There is a heat signature behind this wall, whether it is a generator or not, I don’t know. But it appears to be cooler than the rest of the structure at around 303 degrees Kelvin.
Lorana: :: pointed to the nodes :: These nodes are connected to it -
A shadow up ahead caught her eyes, instinctively she drew her weapon and began to scan in that direction.
Syrex/Alieth/Raedai (optional): Response
Lorana: No lifesigns :: to Alieth :: I’m not seeing ghosts, something was there.
As if to prove her point some more there was another shadow, and then a shape stepped into view. It pointed a weapon towards them.
It wasn’t the rifle it held that made Luxa pause, it was the form of a Trill woman. In this environment she should be dead without a suit.
Syrex/Alieth/Raedai (optional): Response
They didn’t have time to debate as the Trill was joined by others, identical in appearance. Then it clicked. She had seen this woman before. In her studies. A face that had become as familiar to her as her own.
Lorana: Sencha Niac :: to Alieth :: They’re holograms!
The nodes were holo-emitters, connected to a secondary power source. Before she could think it through…
Then the Sencha’s opened fire on them…
Syrex/Alieth/Raedai (optional): Response
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