Lieutenant Nera Ay - Diplomacy, Doctor Style
Jonathan
((Simulated Bridge, Holosuite 3, Deck 5, USS Thor))
The training exercise had gone from bad to bad. First, it had stuttered and frozen, then it had spawned adversaries in various parts of the holographic Thor, including the bridge. Ay wasn’t the best person to have in a phaser fight, or a hand-to-hand fight for that matter; a fact he resolved to remedy at a later stage.
For now, he was happy that Wyatt, Josh, and Morro, seemed more than capable of handling themselves. He’d try to stay out of the way and shout encouragements.
No, he wouldn’t, he wasn’t smart enough for that, he’d put himself somewhere dangerous because that was the right thing to do.
Nera: ::muttering to himself:: What is it with me and faulty holoprograms.
Before he had a chance to examine the first set of downed officers, he felt large hands clamp onto the back of his uniform, hurling him bodily across the floor, head and shoulders colliding with a workstation. Not the most comfortable of stops in the world.
Herrick: If we pin them down, we might be able to get some answers.
Ral: Are they going to tell us how to exit!
Both were good points, exceptionally good points. He’d have enjoyed contributing his own thoughts, had he not been scooting away from a particularly broad Tellarite who’d somehow squeezed into one of the black uniforms. Had this been any other situation, and the risk of being bludgeoned not so real, he’d have wanted to know who the tailor was.
The suits were really quite fetching.
Caras: Hang on Nera!
Nera: Your timing is impeccable!
In rode Morro, intercepting the Tellarite and engaging him in a series of strength tests, followed by some well-executed wrestling maneuvers, ending in a nastly looking hold that had the Tellarite calling it quits faster than you could count to three.
Ay was reminded of old holovids, and had to resist the urge to start shouting “Coquina Clutch for the win!”.
Ral: Looks like our visitors have arrived. What about this one? ::pointing at the captured intruder::
Pulling himself back to his feet and tucking the phaser into his uniform as best he could, lacking a proper holster, Ay took a little time to survey the bridge and his fellow living officers. The bridge itself was a wreck, bodies and broken bits of machinery scattered everywhere.
For the quartet at least, minus a few bumbs and some slight charring here and there, they seemed in good health. Still, a quick trip to sickbay, the real sickbay, was in order once they’d managed to extricate themselves.
Caras: We’ll see what we can get out of him. We need those guys gone though before we can, and it doesn’t seem we’re able to lock on with our current targeting tech.
With the prisoner now bound, he wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. Or throwing more unsuspecting doctors around. The banging on the lift doors, however, was a new problem to deal with.
He briefly looked towards the rattling doors before turning back to the rest of the team. Easier to solve the problem with them all working together.
Nera: Some sort of pattern displaying polymer, possibly. Clever, shows how prepared they were. If we had time and a fully functional science lab, we could probably determine how to counteract it.
They had a science lab, multiple in fact, just all holographic replications. Chances were, the program would be adaptive enough that such an endeavour should work, if they had a little more time at least. That seemed to be the thing against them more than the holographic invaders and any potential holomadness.
Herrick: Response
Ral: Don’t worry I’ve got that sorted but it’ll only be a temporary fix. We need to find out how we can exit.
Whatever Wyatt had figured out did the trick. A few seconds after he hit the transporter controls, the rattling against the door stopped, which was accompanied by a little ding from the console.
Caras: Brilliant move Ral. I’m assuming you did that by knowing that they were right outside of the door rather than trying to do a direct lock on? They seem to have something that doesn’t let us easily lock on to them.
And now the offenders were in the brig, where they belonged. Quick thinking indeed.
Nera: It’s probably whatever the armour’s made out of. Did you see how it shrugged off phaser fire as well? I’d love to get a sample into one of the machines down in the labs and get a closer look ::blinking:: I’m aware that’s not our priority at all.
Herrick: Response
The group had a moment to breathe at least, a good chance to gather their thoughts about what to do next. Get out, obviously, but more importantly, how did they go about doing it. From previous experience in this sort of situation, something that Ay still found amusing to consider, playing the scenario to its end was the answer.
Caras: Everything locked down then? What about other tech, anything else they might have set up in the room?
Moving to the closest terminal, such things as whether it was the right one or not rather forgotten at this point, Ay loaded up the internal sensors and tried to answer at least some of the questions posed. He reported back with what he could determine, while leaving an active scan ongoing.
Anything anomalous was a broad criteria for a scan, particularly in their current predicament, but it was worth a shot.
Nera: Bridge is ours, main engineering is sealed up. I’m reading some sort of Ferengi/Andorian hybrid device in the shuttle bay, trying to interface with our systems. Should be able to overload it from here.
Ral / Herrick: Response
Caras: Then that brings us to you.
The usually friendly Morro, who tended to sound jolly and joyous, turned to their captive with what Ay would call an impressive amount of threat. Well, sort of threating. He was more looming than anything. Morro definitely had the height and mass to loom in a most effective fashion.
Caras: What and who are you all, state your mission and purpose.
Prisoner: We’re the Conservatory, and that’s all you get to know.
Ay ran a quick check on the universal translators to make sure something hadn’t gone amiss there as well. The Conservatory?
Nera: What an impressive name, I’m quaking in my boots. Have you thought about rebranding to something with a little more gravitas?
oO That Ay, is what we call an inside thought, not an outside though Oo
Don’t sass the prison, don’t sass the prisoner. That would be his new mantra. The universal translator was working fine, and that was indeed what they’d called themselves. The Conservatory. Not Tusks, or Glyph Breakers, or The Enchroaching Darkness. You know, names that delivered.
Well, they were creative with their technology. Guess they had to fall down on some front.
Ral / Herrick: Response
Since they’d so far gathered nothing but a name and a few bruises from the Tellarite, they might as well start with something else. Like his name or favourite food. Something simple, instead of “what’s your grand plan”.
Nera: So, you’re part of The Conservatory. Can I ask what your name is? More personal than calling your prisoner number one, right?
Ay tried for an open and friendly smile, that seemed to do little to soften the smug look their captive wore.
Prisoner: Name’s real simple. Kiss. My. Hairy. A..
Ay shook his head and turned towards the rest of the team, blocking out whatever else the Tellarite was about to say, hoping they might have more luck.
Ral / Herrick / Caras: Response
The prisoner spat a rather impressively sized glob of something onto the somewhat burned carpet and continued smirking, unfazed by the barrage of questions.
Nera: Classy. Real classy. Our new friend doesn’t seem like he wants to chat with us. Maybe we should put him in the brig with the others.
Ay said the next part extra loud, just to get the Tellarite’s attention. It wasn’t meant as a serious suggestion, more to rattle him a bit. And truth be told, he was starting to feel just a little stressed.
Nera: Or maybe in one of the airlocks. They’re nice and roomy.
Ral / Herrick / Caras / Prisoner: Response
Ay was pulled away from the conversation when his console chimed, an alert to indicate it had at last found something anomalous. Could be big, could be small, could be a waste of time. But it was worth a look nonetheless.
He was expecting disturbance within the Badlands itself, not a signal coming from the bridge itself. He hit a few keys to lock in on the exact coordinates, then snatched up the nearest tricorder and knelt by the prisoner, who seemed to be the source of the signal.
Nera: There’s a signal being transmitted from our bridge ::tilting the prisoners head:: Hello subdermal implant, what are you for, I wonder.
There it was, a small scar, just on the Tellarite’s neck. Exactly the sort of mark he'd expect from a small device.
Ral / Herrick / Caras / Prisoner: Response
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Lieutenant Nera Ay
Chief Medical Officer
USS Thor
G240106NA2
He/Him/His (Player/Character)
