Ensign Delphina Wren- Home Again Home Again
Grace McDermott
((Transporter Room, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
Delphina pushed away from the Bajoran teenager, wincing as she pushed herself to her feet. She’d barely had time to reach out and grab him, but she’d seen him step closer just as the warp field was activated, and instinct had taken over. Apparently warping had caused them both to overbalance, as she stood up, apologizing quickly, she was a little miffed to see that he was taller than her.
Wren: Well… I guess welcome aboard the Ronin. Sorry about all thi-
She jumped as the Red Alert alarm echoed through the transporter room. oO By the four, what now? Oo. Before she could say anything, her commbadge chirped, calling her to the bridge. She looked awkwardly at the newcomer, before exchanging a look with T’Fearne.
Wren: Well, we have to go ::to the officer at the transporter:: Can you escort him to sickbay, please? Thanks!
She ran out of the transporter room, followed by T’Fearne, giving T’Fearne an awkward smile as they went.
Wren: And my brother said being an engineer on a space-station wouldn’t be healthy. I don’t think I’ve done this much cardio in ages.
T’Fearne: Response
((Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Delphina didn’t have enough breath to laugh as they entered the bridge. She immediately slipped into her station, taking a couple deep breaths, before checking the systems. The little darlings were just as she’d left them what felt like weeks ago. She ran a quick diagnostic of the shields as she heard the doors open again, and she heard Kel’s voice.
Kel: Lieutenant are you able to man your station?
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: Ensign Wren, I need a systems status update.
Wren: All systems are operating normally. I’m seeing that the engineering crew has seen to any previous damage, and we’re running at ninety percent efficiency.
Kel: Where is Mr. O'Connor?
Nicolau: I thought he was with one of the away teams, sir. Lt. Vomek asked me to cover the conn until he was back aboard. I hope that's alright.
Wren: He was injured on the mission, sir, he’s currently in sickbay. ::after an awkward pause:: He fell through a hole.
T'Fearne: Response
Delphina winced as she saw Kel’s look of disapproval. It seemed all of them were having a bit of a rough day. She was starting to wonder when they’d bring up the two new guests and the babies. Maybe it could wait until after the emergency, as the last thing she wanted was to give the man a heart attack….. oO ‘Hearts’ attack?.... Note to self, look into whether the trill symbiotes have hearts…. Not the time. Oo
Kel: Who else is missing?
Nicolau: Uh...I believe Major Singh mentioned something about several of the Valkyries and one of the search runabouts vanishing....but after engineering did....whatever they did....I think they reappeared. Uh. Sir. With the exception of the away teams I'm not showing any of our runabouts or fighters unaccounted for at the moment.
Wren: Shortrith came back with us, but she transported directly into sickbay with O’Connor.
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: OK. What's the status of this vessel that joined us?
Nicolau: Holding position just outside of weapons range, sir, but based on their speed when they entered the system they could close that distance very quickly. I think....I think they're waiting for us to do something...or maybe they're just being jerks. Uh. Sir. Sorry sir.
Wren: ::squinting::..... oO I don’t recognize that ship build…. ::pulling up a record of all recognized ships that the Federation has access to:: I’m accessing federation memory banks to see if I can recognize the make. Might give us a chance to prepare ourselves a little.
T'Fearne/Kel: Response
Nicolau: Well that's some of the only good news sir. Whatever that pulse did stabilized spatial conditions around the ship...at least for now. We should be able to navigate freely if we need to without falling into a...space...hole. Sir.
Delphina flicked through the encyclopedia, narrowing down her search results, before raising her eyebrows in surprise.
Wren: Sir, it looks like it’s Sheliak. Should we hail them?
Nicolau/T'Fearne/Kel: Response
Wren: Oh, they’re… just out of range of our communicators…. Hm oO That feels very intentional Oo
Nicolau/T'Fearne/Kel: Response
Delphina tilted her head, wondering if there was a way to get closer without incensing them. Of course, if they tried, there was no guarantee that the Sheliak ship wouldn’t move out of range again. She could just see them playing a galaxy-wide game of reverse-chicken.
Wren: If it’s safe to move forward, maybe we could get close enough to try to warp some of the Tholians off-planet as well? They may be responsible for what’s happening down there, but…
Nicolau/T'Fearne/Kel: Response
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