01-31-2025, 10:09 PM
== Cargo Bay ==
Rubicon let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding as the transporter’s grip released her. Phaser held firmly in her hand, Rubicon did a visual scan of her quadrant of the cargo bay, doing a threat analysis as she went.
She was certainly starting her very first assignment with a bang. Being assigned to an away team was one thing, but being dispated onto a hostile Klingon ship with a very high chance they would see action? That was a whole other cup of tea. Not that Rubicon was opposed to it—using her firearms and hand-to-hand skills were in the job posting, after all—she was just surprised that the Chief of Security had selected her to be part of one of the teams. Perhaps Calleja was just the type who believed in the ‘trial by fire’ school of thought. Perhaps it was just random. Either way, Rubicon was pleased to test her own mettle in a real situation for the first time.
There was… a lot of crates. I suppose one would anticipate cargo in a cargo bay, yes.
“Clear,” Rubicon reported, not seeing anything immediately threatening.
She did a secondary assessment of her area. Rubicon recognized the Klingon lettering on some of the crates, but she didn’t read the language. She took a couple steps closer to one of the stacks, wondering if there was anything that might pique her interest or if anything seemed out of place. She listened to some of the back and forth.
“There’s empty boxes. Quite a lot of them are empty. And there’s some that are scan-shielded, I can’t see what’s in them. But we’ve got a bigger problem. I was reading 4 Klingons a moment ago. It’s now 5. It’s like another one literally walked through the wall.”
That perked Rubicon’s interest. Were they dealing with a shielded area, sensor baffling, a holodeck-style wall? Or….
“Let’s go make ‘em regret that decision. Take us there. Weapons hot, team.”
Muscle memory clicking in, Rubicon double checked that her weapon was set where Callaja had originally ordered them to be. Then she brought up the rear of the party as they headed in the direction that Trevathan’s tricorder had indicated.
“Are they intentionally draw our attention here?” Rubicon asked. There was no emotion her in voice, no nerves or wobbles, instead the calm found of someone who was used to be in emergency situations and keeping her cool. Surely if the Klingons were hiding something, they wouldn’t have been so dumb as to walk through a wall and giveaway their hiding position…. right? Or were they intentionally drawing the away team away from something they didn’t want seen?
== GM: Rubicon is watching the team's backs, just in case someone comes up behind. ==
Rubicon let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding as the transporter’s grip released her. Phaser held firmly in her hand, Rubicon did a visual scan of her quadrant of the cargo bay, doing a threat analysis as she went.
She was certainly starting her very first assignment with a bang. Being assigned to an away team was one thing, but being dispated onto a hostile Klingon ship with a very high chance they would see action? That was a whole other cup of tea. Not that Rubicon was opposed to it—using her firearms and hand-to-hand skills were in the job posting, after all—she was just surprised that the Chief of Security had selected her to be part of one of the teams. Perhaps Calleja was just the type who believed in the ‘trial by fire’ school of thought. Perhaps it was just random. Either way, Rubicon was pleased to test her own mettle in a real situation for the first time.
There was… a lot of crates. I suppose one would anticipate cargo in a cargo bay, yes.
“Clear,” Rubicon reported, not seeing anything immediately threatening.
She did a secondary assessment of her area. Rubicon recognized the Klingon lettering on some of the crates, but she didn’t read the language. She took a couple steps closer to one of the stacks, wondering if there was anything that might pique her interest or if anything seemed out of place. She listened to some of the back and forth.
“There’s empty boxes. Quite a lot of them are empty. And there’s some that are scan-shielded, I can’t see what’s in them. But we’ve got a bigger problem. I was reading 4 Klingons a moment ago. It’s now 5. It’s like another one literally walked through the wall.”
That perked Rubicon’s interest. Were they dealing with a shielded area, sensor baffling, a holodeck-style wall? Or….
“Let’s go make ‘em regret that decision. Take us there. Weapons hot, team.”
Muscle memory clicking in, Rubicon double checked that her weapon was set where Callaja had originally ordered them to be. Then she brought up the rear of the party as they headed in the direction that Trevathan’s tricorder had indicated.
“Are they intentionally draw our attention here?” Rubicon asked. There was no emotion her in voice, no nerves or wobbles, instead the calm found of someone who was used to be in emergency situations and keeping her cool. Surely if the Klingons were hiding something, they wouldn’t have been so dumb as to walk through a wall and giveaway their hiding position…. right? Or were they intentionally drawing the away team away from something they didn’t want seen?
== GM: Rubicon is watching the team's backs, just in case someone comes up behind. ==