Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - We'll Do Our Best
Renaie Shortrith
((Reactor Dome, Moon Sigma, Ross 580 System))
Shortrith: What's this - are you guys picking this up?
Esot's eyebrows raised in surprise as she looked at her tricorder.
Esot: I believe you may have discovered a transporter room, Lieutenant. Which would be quite the boon, as we will soon require a quick exit.
oO Oh thank the stars. Oo
Shortrith: Sounds like we will indeed.
Renaie watched hopefully as Esot attempted to open the doorway, but frowned as it didn't open.
Esot: This room is either locked or the radiation levels are having an adverse effect on the controls. I may be able to 'hack' through it, given enough time.
Shortrith: I'll assist where I can.
Zh'taan: Uh... I’ll stand guard then...
When Esot connected her tricorder to the terminal, Renaie did the same, in an attempt to boost the signal.
Esot: Commander Tucker's team is much closer now - it looks like they've gone down a level as well. I would suggest–
A crimson beam sliced through the air, missing their group entirely but gouging out a small line into the wall behind them. Renaie swore in Klingon under their breath.
Esot: We're not alone. I need cover to get this door open.
Shortrith: ::to Zh'taan:: Could you do it, please? I can't, it would go against my Oath to do so.
oO It's my duty to do no harm, and to heal the sick and injured. Oo
Zh'taan: Understood.
Renaie was now focused on helping Esot open the door.
Shortrith: It looks like we're almost there…
Zh'taan: I hope so… :: continues firing and narrowly dodges the shot::
A small flurry of beeps and chirps emanated from the control panel, and the door slid open.
Shortrith: We've got it! Get in!
Esot: You're welcome.
Zh'taan: Response
After the last member of the trio got in and the door slid shut, Renaie let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.
Shortrith: We should be safe here. =/\= Shortrith to Tucker. We're in a transporter room about one level above you. Any way you can get up here? =/\=
Tucker: =/\= Good to hear your voice, Ensign. We’re kinda in the middle of something at the moment. We’re trying to get this damn pump fixed, but we could use some backup. Can you come down here? =/\=
Zh'taan: :: Runs a scan of the room:: I am detecting the life signs of Commander Tucker and Lieutenants Kessler and Evinrude.
Esot nodded before speaking into the comm.
Esot: =/\= Commander, I don't believe that will be necessary - if we can get the transporter system working, we should be able to beam you directly out once your work is complete. =/\=
For all intents and purposes, it was a solid way out.
Zh'taan: According to the readings, this is indeed a transporter room, but the presence of ionic particles is rather low, there has not been any transport activity for some time… ::Pause:: I wonder… We should perhaps go down as well. If Commander Tucker and his team are in the reactor chamber, we should head there too in order to stop the Sencha radiation emission. What do you think?
Esot: I would like to see if I can get the transporter system working - it will make it exceptionally easy to escape the facility once the repairs are complete. The work I need to do will be handled remotely, so it doesn't matter much where I am to do it.
Shortrith: It'd probably work best to do it here. We're out of the way and we can fix it here.
Tucker: Response
Zh'taan stopped suddenly.
Zh'taan: Look, there is some sort of hatch in the floor.
Renaie crouched to have a look, the different patch of the floor a distinct contrast to the plain floor of the transporter room.
Esot: That appears to be an alternative. If you study the layout of the dome, you'll see the tube that hatch leads to continues forward and down to the same level as the pump room. =/\= Commander Tucker, you may be able to find a hatch in the wall on the southern end of the pump room. I will attempt to disable the locking mechanism so your team has an alternative means of escape, should I have an issue getting a transporter lock from the pump room. =/\=
The klingon stayed quiet for a moment, taking a mental analysis of the situation.
Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
Esot: =/\= I am working on it, I assure you. =/\=
As Esot was working at the station
Esot: I believe one of you will need to manually flip the switch to power on the connector. The console is in low power mode and appears to be fed from the pad itself.
Shortrith: I'm happy to do it.
Zh'taan: Response
Renaie moved over to the switch, a contrast of the brightness of it compared to the wall. A soft, classic click let them know that the switch was on, with the console and the pad beginning to hum to life.
Esot: This pad is not particularly powerful - it appears the primary function was site-to-site transport capability, so the range is limited.
Shortrith: Will we be able to beam back to the shuttle?
Zh'taan: Response
Esot's fingers danced over the console, and one of the monitors nearby displayed a layout of the facility, several other rooms highlighted.
Esot: These are the connected pads. I believe we can use these to initialize a transport chain that should allow us to beam directly to the Anna Pavlova.
Zh'taan: Response
Shortrith: That's good. Hopefully the radiation won't cause any negative shenanigans.
oO Did I seriously use shenanaigans in a professional sense? Time and place. Right. Be professional. I'm ACMO. Oo
Nodding, the Cardassian tapped her combadge as she worked on connecting the required transporter pads.
Esot: =/\= Ensign Esot to Commander Tucker. I am currently working on securing our escape route - how go the repairs? =/\=
Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
Shortrith: =/\= We've got a plan, at least, courtesy of Ensign Esot. =/\=
Renaie gave her a very grateful look.
Esot: =/\= I can complete my work once we're back on the shuttle. Or I can complete it here from this console, if need be. =/\=
Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
Shortrith: =/\= Just keep in mind that the crawlspace can be damaged easily, even blaster fire can break through. =/\=
oO No pressure. Oo
Esot/Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
Shortrith: =/\= By an estimate, the crawlspace should be approximately 100 metres. From your location, it should be a five minute crawl. =/\=
Esot/Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
Shortrith: =/\= It's up to you, Sir. =/\=
Esot/Tucker/Zh'taan: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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