Ensign R'Karr: A-ha!
Mark P
OOC: The layout of the auxiliary computer core:
((Armoury, Deck 4, USS Thor))
Vharo had traced the signal of the missing weapon down to Deck 14, and through deduction, her and R’Karr had nailed down the likely location of the weapon-wielding voice as the auxiliary computer core. Getting there would be difficult, doors locked and comms locked, which left one possible alternative -- an emergency transport.
R’Karr: (looking at the camera) Ready or not, here we come.
Vharo: There are about three different regulations on why this is a poor idea so I hope you don't get nervous when talking to senior officers. Though for the moment you should be able to divert enough power to the system for me to capture the signal. Once I have it, you should have control for a few seconds. I trust you remember your area prefixes.
The good part about materializing there was that there was a transporter arch, meaning that they would likely arrive with all (or most) their molecules intact. R’Karr was putting on a brave face, hoping to exude the same confidence as his new Orion acquaintance.
Vharo: Ready when you are.
R’Karr: Just a moment, still working on the program.
Vharo: Gods. Remind me not to suggest this course of action in the future, we would've likely had an easier time tearing the door off then this.
It took some convincing of the computer, but essentially he’d indicated that an emergency triage had been established in the auxiliary computer core, and that he and Vharo were of the afflicted illness to warrant being sent there.
Safety of life was one of the primary protocols of the ship, which hopefully meant that an outside actor wouldn’t be able to override the transport and it would draw the necessary power.
He wasn’t an engineer, nor a Vulcan, but it all seemed logical enough. The computer started issuing some affirmative chirps as the instructions were programmed in.
The security subroutines for the auxiliary core weren’t in place… perhaps due to the mysterious voice’s work. He ran a quick test, but the results came back concerning.
R’Karr: It looks like there’s some scrambling mechanism on the other side…
He couldn’t help but appreciate the due diligence their criminal had employed. The pair worked together, Vharo on one screen and he on the other, to try and bring it into alignment. It wasn’t going to be pretty.
Vharo: We've barely got it, for how long I don't know. You are clear to energize at your discretion, try and keep us together.
R’Karr: Okay… WAIT!
He dashed to the wall and came back with two phasers, passing one of the handhelds to Vharo.
Vharo: Response
R’Karr: Exactly. Initializing now.
The familiar white streaks of light started to envelope them, and perhaps it was his imagination but the tingles felt… more tingley? The view of the dim PADD-lit armory shifted, being replaced by the computer core.
Vharo: Response
He realized his tail was pointing downward, giving away the fear he presently felt. Accompanying this feeling was a touch of dizziness as the transport cycle completed. In the distance, sitting at one of the consoles, was a hooded figure.
R’Karr: Stop what you're doing!
He raised his weapon, but was more focused on keeping himself upright following what seemed to be a less than stellar transport.
Vharo/Hooded Figure: Response
Ensign R'Karr
Tactical Officer
USS Thor
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