Lt JG Tess Evinrude - Six Legs = Friend

[Tess Evinrude]

((Stellar Cartography, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Tess looked up from the diagnostic scanner, and his bright green eyes met Wren's. With a smile, he took two steps forward and extended his hand.

Evinrude: Ensign Wren! Tess Evinrude, operations.

She met his hand with a firm, professional shake.

Wren: Pleasure to meet you, sir. Delphina Wren. I see you’ve already gotten started?

Evinrude: I woke up earlier than I wanted to. ::He shrugged and walked back towards the section of wall with a grin.:: No rest for the weary.

Ensign Wren crouched beside him and peered at the damaged area. There was no gel leaking blatantly through the holes, but that didn't mean they wouldn't find it once they opened up a panel.

Wren: Do we have a list of the reported issues in…. Medical? Maybe we can narrow it down based on the symptoms. ::scanning the packs with her tricorder::

Tess opened his diagnostic scanner up and directed it back at the wall.

Evinrude: ::Somewhat distractedly as he works the scanner.:: We do. Ever since we beamed up...those babies and one of them...disassembled a console... ::With a few more taps at the scanner, Tess' brow furrowed.:: ...there have been power fluctuations around the forcefield emitters and quarantine systems. 

Wren: Hm, okay…. There’s too much interference to get a reading like this. Let’s pop one of these guys out and take a look. 

Evinrude: ::Wry smile.:: Yep, I'm seeing that too. Wasn't happening five minutes ago, but I also wasn't trying to get a reading so deep into the wall. ::He clipped the scanner to his belt and placed his hands on his hips.:: Gotta remove that panel, see what's going on...

Tess turned back to the ensign when she spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Wren: ::Nodding at the incisions:: What’s um…… what’s going on over there?

He sighed, turned towards her, and answered dryly.

Evinrude: If I had to guess? Someone decided the holodeck was too far away, and took out their anger at Captain Niac and Commander Raga's deaths on the wall. I won't point fingers, but...certain departments exhibit a profound lack of respect for this venerable old warhorse.

oO Beamed up babies, death of the CO and XO...welcome to the show, Delpina. Try to keep up with the plot twists... Oo

He patted the wall with affection, let out another sigh, and then reached for a spanner from his belt. He was about to ask for help with the wall panel, when Wren spoke to someone else.

Wren: ....... ::flushing a little:: I see…. ::clearing her throat, tapping Remy:: Remy, Function five, please

The lieutenant turned towards her and, at first, saw nothing. His eyes darted over to the other side of the room, looking for this "Crewman Remy"...but then, movement on Ensign Wren's head registered in his periphery. A spider-like mechanical unwound itself from her hair, crawled down her arm to find the wall, and wriggled into one of the knife wounds. 

With great interest, Tess quickly pressed himself up to the wall to look through another hole. He caught sight of the thing as it disconnected a gel pack, carried it down to the floor and through an access vent, and deposited it into the ensign's waiting hand.

Wren: Thank you, Remy- ::noticing that she hasn’t introduced them:: Lieutenant, this is Remy. ::like a proud parent:: I built him back at the academy, he’s designed to be an engineering aide.

The operations officer's eyebrows raised, and he gave the little bot a smile.

oO Woah! Compact little thing...look at the articulation! Oo

Evinrude: Ensign, you...really outdid yourself there. ::He turned to the little bot, waiting patiently for orders.:: Remy, I know you only have six legs, but some members of our crew will need to adjust to your shape. I'm assuming your spider-like design is convergent evolution, and not Consortium influence?

He gave Wren a mock suspicious look for just a moment, before softening to show that he was clearly joking.

Wren: Response

Evinrude: That's right. I have fought one, and it was...damaged. They aren't pleasant, and some of our crewmates have seen swarms of them.

He decided to leave out the fact that the spiderbot was a prototype cyborg plague-carrier model, organic limbs grafted onto a machine body.

oO A story for another day. Oo

Wren: Response

Evinrude: Wren, if this.. ::He pointed at Remy.:: ...is the result of your work at the Academy, then we're lucky to have you. I can't wait to see what you can do! Now let's remove these damaged wall panels so we can see what's going on behind.

Wren: Response

After several minutes of good progress, Evinrude's combadge chirped and a familiar voice came through, though a bit garbled.

Shortrith: =/\= Response =/\=

Evinrude: =/\= Counselor? Slow down, you said something is going on with the forcefields in your office? =/\=

From the tone of their voice, it sounded urgent. To tell normally-calm Shortrith to slow down was unusual indeed, but it was difficult to tell their exact mood due to some kind of internal comms interference.

Wren/Shortrith: =/\= Response =/\=

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant J.G. Tess Evinrude

[he/him]

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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