[sb118-ronin] Ensign Delphina Wren- Who thinks about coffee at a time like this?
Grace McDermott
((Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Wren: Aye, sir.
Delphina hurried to the nearest lift, slipping inside.
Wren: Deck 10, please. =/\= Ensign Wren to Lieutenant Dohna, I need some help in deck 10, I’m taking a look at the probes we sent out.=/\= oO What happened to that probe? I didn’t see any explosion, or anything to indicate that it was destroyed… There wasn’t any leftover debris. Oo.
Dohna: Response
Delphina closed her eyes, taking the silence as an opportunity to re-center herself. oO Too many people feeling too many things. Okay, remember what mom taught you, seek out a mind that is having the least intense thoughts, focus on that and use it as an anchor until you can focus again…. Oh…. someone’s thinking about….. a coffee order? Oo That felt so jarringly out of place that Delphina found herself able to focus on it completely. oO Who…. thinks about that at a time like this?? Oo. The turbolift doors opened, and Wren hurried out, telepathic walls raising themselves again. Dohna was standing there already, and both probes were out of their bays on the floor
((Deck 10, Torpedo and Probe bays, USS Ronin))
Wren: ::crouching to scan with her tricorder:: Hello, lieutenant. We sent out three probes, but only two came back, and I’m hoping we can find out what happened. Did you notice anything strange when you took them out? Too hot, or anything to indicate an internal issue? Something that might cause a self-destruct?
Dohna: Response
Wren: I see... I guess it’s never the first idea, is it? ::looking at her readings::.... That… doesn’t seem right.
Delphina frowned at the results on her tricorder, standing up. The readings were wildly inconsistent, almost as though the device couldn’t figure out what it was scanning, and was just spitting out numbers. Delphina gently hit the side of her tricorder a few times, before looking over to Dohna.
Wren: I think it would be best if we popped these things open to see if there’s any internal damage. Have they been decontaminated already?
Dohna: Response
Wren: Understood, lieutenant.
Dohna: Response
Delphina pulled up one of the probes, grunting a little as she finally got it upright and balanced on one end. Once she had the thing stabilized, she tapped a few commands into the side console, watching the narrow hatch open. Pop open, actually. Delohina raised an eyebrow as she watched the hatch door drop onto the ground. oO I don’t think it’s supposed to do that… There must be something wrong with the connective struts. Oo. Wren leaned over, eyes widening in surprise as she looked inside.
Wren: ::Uneasy:: When did these probes last undergo maintenance?
Dohna: Response
Wren: oO That’s what I thought. Oo The interior of mine has completely corroded. I’ve never seen damage like this before, it looks like it’s a hundred years old. It’s incredible this made it back at all.
Dohna: Response