Lieutenant JG Sybil Nemes - Strange readings

[Sybil Nemes]

((Flight Deck, Runabout Sojourn, USS Ronin, Ross-580 Gas Giant A, Moon Sigma))

Yet again, Tess and Sybil arrived on the scene at the same time. They approached from different hallways, but the offered the same nod and smile he'd given last time they were assigned away team duty.

Evinrude: Sybil. ::He said, in greeting, shifting the weight of the case he carried to his other hand.:: Ever wore one of these new H-D-E suits?

Sybil shook her head slightly.

Nemes: No. I haven’t.

She covered up her discomfort with a slight smile. She didn't particularly like having to wear suits like EVA suits or this one.

They stepped up the loading ramp of the Sojourn, a Volga-class runabout. Security Chief Kessler and Engineering Chief Tucker were already aboard. The former turned to face them.

Evinrude: Lieutenant. Commander. ::He nodded professionally at each in turn.::

Nemes: Response

Tucker pointed to the rear compartment, at some crates.

Tucker: You can settle your gear back there. I’ve had the ship loaded with those environmental suits, the hazardous ones.

The engineering chief moved to an aft console and plunked an equipment case of a different sort on top of it.

Tucker: Command code Tucker - Alpha - Pie

The lid popped open revealing four chunky red wrist-mounted computers, and Marty issued one to each officer present.

Kessler: ::taking the device:: Interestingly bulky. What is it.

Evinrude: ::Fascinated.:: Looks industrial...

Sybil eyed the devices Tucker had handed her.

Nemes: Hm, yes. Looks clunky.

Tucker: What are they? They are wrist tricorders that will go on the outside of the suit and can withstand most radiation. They’ve been out of circulation, but I fixed them up and refitted them. They’re all up to date with Starfleet standards.

Sybil turned it around and saw a clasp at its back.

Kessler: I like the thought process Commander. Wearable versus carried. 

Evinrude: ::Tess looked up from his new toy, responding to the security chief.:: Agreed sir. Plus, a hardened piece of equipment should come in handy down there amongst all that Sencha.

Nemes: Well, the screen is rather small, but it should do.

Hicks: Sojourn, this is flight, you’re a go.

Tucker: Thanks, flight. ::turning to the group:: stow your gear and let's get out of here. Tess, take the engineering station, sciences for Lieutenant Nemes, Mr. Keller, if you wouldn’t mind being the copilot.

Sybil nodded and sat down at the console that was so familiar to her. Although she was wearing gold now, deep inside she’d always be a science officer as well.

((Runabout Sojourn, Ross-580 Gas Giant A, Moon Sigma))

Sybil's eyes were fixed on the monitor displaying the current sensor data. However, the most difficult task fell to the pilots, who had to avoid the worst radiation peaks during their approach.

Tucker: Alright, we’re coming in a little hot, Mister Kessler. Can you try to keep us steady for just five minutes so I can set this bucket down?

Kessler: On it Commander.

Instinctively, Sybil clutched the console with her left hand. You never knew.

Evinrude: Right, diverting power to deflectors. ::A particularly large jolt shook the runabout.:: And a touch more to inertial dampeners...

After a rough patch, the shuttle stabilised again and Sybil’s grab relaxed a little.

Tucker: That should do it. We’re about to set down, Mister Kessler, if you would put us into the landing cycle, please.

The shuttle sat down with a reverberating clank.

Kessler: ::grinning, sarcastically:: Ouch.

Nemes: ::exhaling audibly:: Solid ground.

Tucker: Look, any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. Alright let's get suited up.

Kessler: Aye sir. ::entering several commands:: Securing the ship from flight and scanning surface conditions now.

Sybil followed Tess to the back of the Sojourne where the HDE suits had been stored earlier. She took off her uniform jacket and held up the HDE suit in front of her.  

 

Evinrude: ::Mostly to himself.:: Thick shielding, on these.

Sybil sighed and started to put on the suit – with the help of Tess – as it was not really easy to get into those on your own. She helped him in return.

When she had put on everything except the helmet, she moved her shoulders back and forth a few times.

Nemes: I feel like I'm... functionally packaged right now.

Tucker: Response

Kessler: ::securing his wrist tricorder:: Not as heavy on the arm as I was expecting.

Tess took a few experimental steps in the HDE Suit and practiced some movements.

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.

Now that the suit was on, they put on the additional equipment. One by one, Sybil attached a phaser, a medkit and a tricorder to her suit.

Evinrude: ::He exhaled, and tested his mobility again.:: Wooh, now I feel the weight.

Nemes: Yes, it’s a lot of extra equipment we have to carry. But we won’t run a marathon with it.

With that sentence, she gave herself a little encouragement.

Tucker: Response

Kessler: ::looking to the others who were closer to the consoles with the sensor scans:: What are the sensors says about the surface conditions?

Sybil walked past Tess and activated her console at the front of the shuttle.

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: Response

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.

Sybil nodded in agreement.

Tucker/Kessler: Response

 

They secured the loading hatch of the Volga, setting off across the short distance towards the outbuilding that Chief Tucker had identified as a powerplant. Sure enough, readings showed a reasonable generation of power.

 

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.

Sybil did not really know much about Romulan power plants. She knew that they used artificial quantum singularities for their ships, but not really whether that was also the case for power plants on surface structures. Sybil peered around the slightly recessed door frame.

Nemes: That seems to be the …doorbell.

She pointed to the small panel that she had found there.

Tucker/Kessler: Response

After the door hissed open, Tess watched as Kessler secured the entryway. He kept his own phaser clipped to his side, but readied himself to draw it.

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.

Nemes: Hm, yes. But we’d need more data for that.  ::she checked her wrist recorder:: Radiation levels have increased slightly. We are at 8 millisievert at the moment. Not a cause for immediate concern, but the level is rising. ::beat:: As well as the temperature in here.

Evinrude /Tucker/Kessler: Response

That was, of course, the most plausible solution.

Sybil followed in the direction the others lead while keeping an eye on the recorder, which she had set to the current radiation values.

Nemes: ::turning to Tess who was walking next to her:: What do you make of those readings?

Sybil pointed to the screen of bulky device on her wrist.

Evinrude / Tucker / 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.

Evinrude / Tucker / Kessler: Response

Nemes: ::checking the readings again:: Sir. They are moving. Towards us.

Evinrude / Tucker / Kessler: Response

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant JG Sybil Nemes

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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