Ensign Delphina Wren- I Need That Guy's Leg
Grace McDermott
((Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Wren: I’ve almost finished downloading the information to our main memory system. No response from the other ship thus far. I think that was more of a warning shot than anything else oO And a passive-aggressive one at that Oo.
Morrow: =/\= All right, I’ll be up in a minute, let me grab a couple of things.=/\=
Kel: Alright, now we wait for our legal department.
As the upload finished and Delphina leaned back in her seat, parsing it for essential information, it occurred to her that she’d never actually heard the name ‘Morrow’. It wasn’t unusual for starships to have a JAG officer on duty, but she’d never met the man in question. oO That’s what you get for holing up in your quarters every night with a bunch of bees… Well, maybe you can socialize later if we all survive this. Oo
T'Fearne: ::quietly:: I suspect they’re watching to see whether we panic.
Wren: I’m going to make a couple adjustments to the ‘plasma leak’ we’ve simulated to try and make it look like we’re trying to fix it. ::rotating the vent that the leak is coming out of::.... ::sarcastically to herself:: Oops now it’s coming out of somewhere else.
Nicolau: Response
((Not five minutes later—Bridge, USS Ronin, In orbit above Moon Sigma Base, Ross 580 System))
Delphina turned around as the door to the bridge opened, and a man strutted in. For a moment, Delphina barely acknowledged him, busy with her work, when she noticed something interesting about his gait. oO An unnaturally smooth glide save for a slight hitch in the knee where the hinge is catching. That’s a prosthetic, and it’ll need servicing in a couple months Oo Despite herself, she found herself staring, wondering what kind of prosthetic it was. oO I guess I could inquire about it later….. No it would probably be more polite to steal his medical record and look it up myself. Oo
Morrow: You order a lawyer?
Kel: ::chuckling:: Apparently. ::indicating the chair next to him:: Thankfully not for medical malpractice.
T'Fearne: Not yet. Though if this escalates, I would very much prefer it if you can help prevent orbital bombardment.
Wren: I’m guessing a ‘cease and desist’ wouldn’t do much good here, though.
Nicolau: Response
Wren blinked as the comm lines opened again, wincing as the harsh light of the other ship’s bridge appeared on their screen again. She’d definitely have to see someone about a migraine later. Maybe she could trick Poagie into going to sick bay to get something for her.
B’hab: =/\= Speak carefully, or your own words may doom you, Commander Kel…. =/\=
Kel: =/\= I'm afraid you have me at a loss Commander. I think perhaps formal introductions are in order. =/\=
Delphina glanced over her shoulder to the captain. For a moment, her heart leapt as she felt the unease in the crew rise, and she struggled to push the anxiety back down. Her brain could be so suggestible sometimes. All it needed was to hear that everyone else was anxious, and it would immediately start trying to join in. oO Those feelings aren’t your feelings. Remember what mom said, your thoughts are in one place, theirs are in another. Their fear is not your fear. Oo Which, of course, didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid. She was. But she probably wasn’t feeling the unease and anxiety of twelve people.
B’hab: =/\= ::he waved a cloaked hand dismissively:: I simply do not care for your excuses, Commander. =/\=
Kel: ::giving marrow an uncertain look. =/\= I'm afraid they are not excuses. We are accounting for Federation items on the surface. If there is any patent infringement we are required to rais those issues.=/\=
T'Fearne: =/\= As the installation below contains equipment of disputed origin, Romulan Free State, we must verify ownership before relinquishing jurisdiction.
Delphina’s eyes locked on to something that could help. It was a bit of a long shot, but it was worth a try.
Wren: Excuse me, sir, the record from about six months ago makes mention of an abandoned Andorian vessel that was found in nearby space. The ship was downed and stripped for parts. I’d imagine that the Andorians would want that returned, as there’s no record as to why it was abandoned in the first place.
Marrow/Nicolau: Response
An awkward silence followed, and Delphina tapped the outside edge of her console. The tension in the room was suffocating now.
Kel: T'Fearne what's our shield status? =/\= I object to your rushing my work here. The more you interfere the longer this will take. Now could we see the documents confirming your claim to this system. ::beat:: I'll need that in triplicate of course. =/\=
T'Fearne: Shields at full integrity, Captain. No active targeting solutions detected yet. Just scans. ::slight narrowing of eyes:: They may be attempting to intimidate... ::quietly, off comms:: They are lined up nicely with our rear torpedo launchers.
Wren: ::to Kel:: While the records never outright state that the cannibalized Andorian ship was used to construct the Lid, they do appear to have a significant time jump of two weeks in their records, and seem to have somehow found an ‘answer’ to a previous problem. It’s more than likely they used the Andorian parts to complete the project.
Kel/Marrow/Nicolau: Response
The crystalline voice returned, colder.
B’hab: =/\= You’re lucky we’re not boarding you right now, Captain. From what I can tell is you have an internal problem; it must be my Tholian counterparts. =/\=
Kel: =/\= I have people to deal with that and let me assure you any damage done will be considered an infarction. =/\=
T'Fearne: ::quietly:: Sir—They’re shifting power from auxiliary to tactical. They’ve powered weapons back to standby. Not fully charged yet, but I'm detecting a buildup in Sencha radiation. No targeting lock on us yet. ::dark eyes fixed on the threat:: Permission matches their tactical level?
Delphina felt the electricity in the room as everyone seemed to brace themselves for… whatever was going to come next. Instinctively, remembering the feeling of a console exploding from back at the academy, she took her hands off it and leaned slightly back. oO Better safe than sorry… Oo
Marrow/Nicolau: Response
B'hab: Response
T'Fearne: Energy spike at their forward weapons array. It’s not clear where they are targeting.
Marrow/Nicolau/Kel: Response
Delphina squinted at the ship on the console, eyes widening as their weapons array lit up like an aurora.
Wren: They’re firing weapons!
It was a wide shot, likely intentionally so, and missed them, but Delphina still felt panic spike in her chest, panic that was all hers. The vapor trail. They’d tried to fire on the vapor trail to ignite it, and the harmless vented material certainly hadn’t caught alight like the plasma it supposedly was.
Marrow/Nicolau/Kel/B'hab: Response
Wren: They’ve figured out we aren’t damaged, they’re preparing to fire again.
Marrow/Nicolau/Kel/B'hab: Response
The ship rocked, and Delphina grabbed her chair as she almost fell out of it oO Someday they’ll install seat belts in one of these ships! Oo
Marrow/Nicolau/Kel/B'hab: Response
[Tags / TBC]