Ensign Saeihra Vharo: Panicked conversationalist

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((The Sapphire Star Reception Hall, Decks 8-12, The Syren’s Song)) Vharo was out or at least it appeared she was out having woken up on what appeared to be the Syren's song alongside a veritable mix of people to include two of the people she'd been sent in here to find in the first place. Whatever she'd done or failed to do had seemingly got her ejected from the show but that didn't exactly mean she was safe by any stretch of the imagination. Surviving the shows was the easy part, now the hard part was finding out where they'd ended up and how they'd go about making sure the rest of the trapped crew got out safely as well. Nothing had come easy so far, it was almost certain they were still being watched and to make matters just that little bit worse they'd taken her phaser and her PADD so she was down to harsh language and whatever she'd remembered and written down before she'd arrived aboard this forsaken boat. Vharo: Our jailers do seem to be wholly concerned with their show from what little behind the curtain I've seen, I'm sure they can still track our movements but we seem to be secondary now. Liable to have just left their drones to watch the discards as it were, not that I've seen any signs of them either yet.   

Herrick: We’ll first ascertain the ship’s condition and if ::correcting himself:: who is still in command of the Syren’s Song.

Tito: For that we should check Engineering first.

DeVeau: Hm.  

Herrick: Regroup in the reception hall, most of the people are down there. Vharo internalized her discontent with the order, visually content to simply follow along for the moment after all she was outranked completely. Hopefully a plan was being hatched that would get them moving in the right direction. DeVeau: We’re just going in circles.  Why the reception hall?  Vharo averted her attention from the trio, the Orion chewing on the inside of her cheek as she glanced around the other occupants of the hall. She wasn't security anymore, any disagreements between senior officers could be solved between them. She existed to advise now.

Herrick: Not sure if it’s better, given how we were all scooped up to begin with, but at least it’ll help people wandering around the ship.

Tito: I agree it is best to keep everyone on spot in this case.

The woman spared a glance in the direction of Deveau and her suppressed impatience before she gave her own inhale and decided to audibly clear her throat. Hells, I guess she'd have to bite after all. Vharo: If we can get to the bridge or a security station we could engage the PA system, tell people that this is the rally point. ::she nodded at the large 6 engraved into the wall:: We are close to the security station my team were heading towards, up two more floors. As if the gods themselves were watching, a new problem reared its head. Shouts echoed up from below, someone was having a rather heated disagreement from the mutters that reached the group. Herrick: Can you make out what they’re saying? The floor was at least six inches of durasteel, as a result Herrick's attempt to hear better by opting to kneel was nothing if not amusing. Unsurprisingly it didn't seem to provide any clarity.

Tito: Not me

DeVeau: There’s too much of an echo, it’s masking the actual words. 

Vharo let the reverberated jumble masquerading as words sit for a few moments before tilting her head at the stairwell. Vharo: Perhaps we'd have better luck going down.

Slowly, Tito approached the stairwell itself 

Tito: There’s some sort of argument… Maybe we can see what’s going on?

DeVeau: We need to find a way to re-establish communications with the other ships, or find out where they are, and where our people are.  

Vharo's attention split between Tito as he approached the stairwell and the pair of Commanders. A subtle shake of her head is all she allowed to slip through as she dipped her hand into her thigh pouch aiming to recover her notepad seeing as her PADD was halfway back to Earth for all she knew. Vharo: I'm inclined to agree with Commander DeVeau. We have larger picture needs that require our attention. Herrick: Response Vharo simply dipped her head as the decision was made, it wasn't like there was much she could do otherwise. She kept her position at the rear of the formation as Tito vanished over the lip of the stairs. With luck the argument would be nothing anyway. Tito: Hey… What's going on here? An abject and abrupt silence followed the question. DeVeau: Hello?   Vharo lifted an eyebrow as carefully descended the stairs, coming to rest next to Tito. It was possible whomever was arguing was trying to be quiet out of embarrassment, perhaps unaware of the volume they'd reached during their disagreement. That'd be logical but what were the chances of it being logical around here, a quiet sigh at that very thought left the Orion as she reached out and gently tapped her fist against the door that would've separated both parties. Vharo: Hello. Just want to make sure everything is okay, sounded like it was getting heated is all. Herrick/Tito: Response. DeVeau: There were definitely people arguing. Vharo stepped back from the door, shooting a glance back up the stairs just to make sure no-one had decided to follow them down. If there were people beyond the door they've committed to being silent. What struck her as odd was she didn't hear anything, no shuffle, not even a breath. The floors alone would've betrayed the slightest movement but yet nothing. Vharo: There is something off about this presentation, don't know if going looking is going to be the better option. Herrick/Tito: Response. DeVeau: Careful.  An answer was finally put forth as a resounding crack echoed from the now open door, a phaser bolt impacting the upper threshold of the door moments later. The tell tale smell of something metallic melting assaulted the senses, proving that it was far from a low power stun round. Vharo flinched at the impact, her hand reaching to slam down against the door control instinctually as she scrambled off to the slide in an effort not to catch anyone up. Vharo: Gods, why can't anything on this boat be nice. ::she took a beat, hand ghosting her empty holster.:: I suggest we go a different way unless someone wants to try and have a conversation. Herrick/Tito: Response. Vharo quickly stepped across the threshold, not wishing to be in front of the under-fire door as she rushed over the railing that separates her from a fall back down into the hall itself. Vharo: Looks like we are standing in a big circle, we can go around the otherside. Though unless one of you has developed phaser immunity in our time apart, I'm not sure trying to cut off our shooter is the correct decision. Herrick/Tito/DeVeau: Response. Vharo moved her head slightly, no arms lockers on a civilian ship and the nearest security station was up two decks. Her thought process was interrupted by two more cracks and the subsequent sizzle as whoever was having this one-sided gunfight sent two more rounds into the door itself causing it to whine under the sudden heat stress. Vharo: Genuine threat, panicked diplomat or crewmember. Who is not relevant right now, those rounds are live so either we continue to try and talk them off the ledge or we double back to the security station and find something to stun them with. Herrick/Tito/DeVeau: Response. The audible sound of boots squeaking against the well maintained floor was indistinguishable just as a quiet albeit strangled sob echoed from behind the door. Herrick/Tito/DeVeau: Response. [TAGS|TBC]

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Ensign Saeihra Vharo 

Intelligence Officer

USS Thor

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