Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - Hostile Isometric Patterns?
Martin Tucker
Evinrude: ::Mostly to himself.:: Thick shielding, on these.
Marty slipped into his own suit; it took a bit longer, really, since it was a two-man operation, but with some blood, sweat, and a few swear words, the suit was on and ready to go. He held his helmet cradled in his left arm. He looked over the group as he snapped his tricorder on his left wrist.
Nemes: I feel like I'm... functionally packaged right now.
Marty raised an eyebrow as he put his helmet on.
Tucker: Keep in mind, there is no HUD on these suits, but it’s on my to-do list. So make sure you keep an eye on your tricorder instead. It’s a pain, but what can you do. ::Marty shrugged::
Kessler: ::securing his wrist tricorder:: Not as heavy on the arm as I was expecting.
Tess took a couple of cautious steps in the suit and did some basic movement. Marty did a bit of the same; the last time he wore one was at the Academy.
Evinrude: Definitely more bulky to move around in, though I agree that you can't feel the strain of any of the weight. Just...a bit sluggish, I suppose.
Evinrude: ::He exhaled, and tested his mobility again.:: Wooh, now I feel the weight.
Martty nodded as he slung a phaser rifle over his back, and it clacked into place with magnets instead of straps, and holstered a phaser pistol on his right thigh. He hoped he didn’t have to use either one; nothing wrong with being overprepared. He also grabbed his personal kit, which included a few items not in the Starfleet-issue kits.
His kit today included two EMP grenades and three thermoplastic grenades. Both are, for the most part, non-lethal; however, if the thermoplastic hits just right, it can be lethal.
Nemes: Yes, it’s a lot of extra equipment we have to carry. But we won’t run a marathon with it.
He slung the kit’s strap over his shoulder, testing its weight with the suit. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work for what they were doing; he just hoped they didn’t have to walk over hell's half acre.
Tucker: We are here to determine whether we can shut this down or repair it. I have half a mind to just shut it down and be done with it. Sencha radiation and chronitons do not play well.
Kessler: ::looking to the others who were closer to the consoles with the sensor scans:: What are the sensors says about the surface conditions?
Marty finished snapping his wrist tricorder on as Sybil walked back to her console.
Nemes: Weather conditions are not a problem. It's a bit windy out there. The radiation level is at 5 millisieverts at the moment. ::she looked up from her console and nodded:: That shouldn't be a problem with our suits, though. As I said, at the moment.
Tucker: Awesome ::rubbing his hands together:: let’s get going, it shouldn’t take us long to get to the power plant, at least that’s what I hope it is, and take stock of what’s going on.
Marty took one final inventory before they headed out, and didn’t want to leave anything behind. Though he felt like they were taking half of the runabout with them. He wasn’t sure why they were going to encounter but he wanted to be ready for it, and having the Ronin’s Security Chief was a big help.
Evinrude: Sounds like we have a break in the proverbial storm, then. ::He turned to look at Lieutenant Kessler.:: There may be some kind of cyclical pattern to the radiation bursts. We should move, sir.
Tucker: ::he nodded at Evenrude:: Tess is right, we need to get a move on. Mister Kessler, if you would lead the way.
Kessler: Response
They secured the Sojourn before heading a short distance to the outbuilding he had pointed out. It would give them some insight as to maybe what was causing the problem, which was most likely something malfunctioning, mix in Sencha radiation and chronitons, and that’s a recipe for some really nasty stuff.
Evinrude: Stable readings from up ahead, looks like a standard Romulan powerplant for mid-size structures. ::When they reached the door he began looking for an access panel.:: Nothing experimental...yet.
While he was fluent in Vulcan, he could read, write, and speak it. Romulan, he tried his final year at the Academy but completed only one semester. So his language skills were far from up to date, though he tended not to care for Romulans, bullies every last one of them.
Nemes: That seems to be the …doorbell.
Sybil pointed at a panel on the side of the door, most likely their way in.
Tucker: ::looking at Jack:: Would you be so kind to do that honors?
Kessler: Response
The door slid up and opened. Kessler took the lead and cleared the entrance for the team as they came over the threshold. Marty’s right arm dangled enough that his finger tips brushed his phaser. This was intended to be a humanitarian mission, but you were unaware.
Evinrude: So it looks like this powerplant feeds in to the larger reactor dome. There must be some kind of power-routing diagram, something that shows a service tunnel or alternate access points. Waltzing down the main corridor would be...inadvisable, unless we can get the timing of those radiation bursts down perfectly.
Tess was right, waltzing down Main Street would be ill-advised; there were Romulans around, and who knew what kind of mood they’d be in, with their reactor failing miserably.
Nemes: Hm, yes. But we’d need more data for that. ::she checked her wrist recorder:: Radiation levels have increased slightly. We are currently at 8 millisieverts. Not a cause for immediate concern, but the level is rising. ::beat:: As well as the temperature in her
The increasing heat was making him uneasy. It was already quite hot inside the power station, and he wondered how much hotter it could get. Marty assessed their surroundings: a foyer with a main desk and a few scattered chairs. It seemed neglected, unused for decades. Back behind the desk and to the right was a small bank of turbo lifts, two to be exact. One was completely open; the other was closed, with the outward appearance of working.
Marty made his way to the desk, which seemed to be not only a reception desk, but it doubled as security for the power station. He brushed a thick layer of dust off the LCARS, which was still flickering in all its Romulan glory.
Tucker: Does anyone know Romulan by chance?
Evinrude/Kessler: Response
Past the turbolift’s things went deeper into the station. For the most part, this looked like the office space. If he could just find a layout, they could get their bearings and figure out where to head next. Marty motioned for the group to follow him. As they passed the turbolifts, he ran a scan; both were inoperable, and from the looks of it, they were brand new.
Nemes: ::turning to Tess who was walking next to her:: What do you make of those readings?
Sybil pointed to the screen of the bulky device on her wrist.
Tucker: ::looking closely:: I don’t like the look of that Lieutenant. Are we sure it isn’t the Sencha radiation mucking with things?
Evinrude/Kessler: Response
Sybil turned to the others.
Nemes: No, it’s not the radiation. I’m picking up something else. There are recurring electrical impulses – not strong, but regular. ::beat, pointing in the direction that they were headed:: They are coming from the direction we’re headed to.
That’s when Marty heard it, something he’d heard before. He swallowed hard. No wonder it was getting hot in here. The sound was a combination of skittering and the sound of two crystals being rubbed together, like quartz. Marty swallowed hard and looked at Jack.
Tucker: I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
Evinrude/Kessler: Response
Nemes: ::checking the readings again:: Sir. They are moving. Towards us..
This time, he looked at the tricorder on his wrist. Lieutenant Nemes was right; they were moving right for the group. And he had a pretty good idea what or who it was.
Tucker: Mister Kessler, I’m going think we want to make ourselves scarce for a minute or two, if my hunch is right, those are Tholians on the march, but they don’t sound like the normal warrior caste, they’re bigger and make much more noise. Either way, they’re still deadly.
Nemes / Evinrude / Kessler: Response
The skittering grew closer as the team pressed forward. Marty reached up and pulled his phaser rifle from its place on his back. He flipped a switch and powered the Type 3b phaser rifle up. They entered another room, the double doors swishing open to reveal a mess hall. Tables strewn everywhere, which could be used for cover.
Marty looked around before looking at Kessler.
Tucker: What do you think, Mister Kessler? From what I can tell, we’ve got maybe a minute or so before they’re on us. And I don’t know if they’ll be friendly. As Tholians, I don’t suspect they’ll want to talk much once they see we have a Starfleet Delta.
Nemes / Evinrude / Kessler: Response
Marty again looked at what they had to play with; their best bet was to get behind the bar on the far side of the room. From there, they could see everything and possibly avoid having a shootout with the Tholians. Marty motioned toward the bar.
Tucker: Behind here, hopefully, they’ll just march on through. And why they’re here, I have zero idea.
Nemes / Evinrude / Kessler: Response
Marty hoped the bar and slid off to the other side, where he turned and looked over the bar, his head barely sticking out. They should be there any minute. The skittering was getting louder. He hated Tholians, they made his teeth itch.
Tucker: ::loooking to Nemes:: How long before they’re on top of us, Lieutenant?
Nemes / Evinrude / Kessler: Response