03-01-2025, 10:28 PM
== Cargo Bay ==
“There’s no time for that, there’s a firefight going on, and the Klingons would much prefer to kill you or die, than to get taken prisoner. Once we clear out the cargo hold, then we can reach out to Captain Crawford or Commander Coleman, who can clear up my identity at that point.”
Rubicon didn’t agree with Ramius’s assessment that informing her senior officer of a change in variables was a waste of time. He was a potential threat at the most or a potential casualty in the least, and neither were good outcomes. How could her senior officer make the best decision for the situation without all the information that was available? That was the kind of negligence that could and did get people killed. What did he think, that she was suggesting they should sit down and have a tea party while the weapons were hot? Midshipman she may be, but she wasn’t dumb.
Rubicon pondered only briefly if the safety of her team would be greater if she just stunned the man. Then he would be out of their way and they could tie up information about his identity later. But seeing as this was only her first away mission, she erred on the side of not shooting the civilian. Instead she pursed her lips a little, looking to Bance for guidance.
“The one you squished still has friends. If so, we should take them out. Are you with me?”
The Tellerite nodded, stepping forward slightly. “Aye, tell us where those dodgers are hiding,” he said, waiting for Ramius to direct them based on his scans. Rubicon followed suit, stepping back to allow some of the still stacked crates to provide cover over her six.
An explosion went off then. Rubicon braced against the crates behind her, the brightness from it blinding her until her helmet had a chance to catch up and adjust. When she could open her eyes again she saw that Celcis and J’dara were sprawled on the deck. Her first instinct was to go to them, her brain already performing a visual scan over them to assess their physical situation so she could begin treating them. But then her more recent Security training kicked in. Rubicon forced her attention on the Klingons, on where Ramius was indicating they were hiding out, on what her best light of sight would be that would also give her the most cover.
“Doyle, Bance, I’m goin’ after the guy out wide. You got two incomin’,” the voice of the Chief of Security held provide her clarity.
You got this Rubes. She didn’t even waste time reassuring herself she was making the right decision, instead pushing her medical oath to the back of her mind so it would be clear for the here and now. Rubicon peered over the crate, trying to look in the direction that Ramius indicated.
“There’s no time for that, there’s a firefight going on, and the Klingons would much prefer to kill you or die, than to get taken prisoner. Once we clear out the cargo hold, then we can reach out to Captain Crawford or Commander Coleman, who can clear up my identity at that point.”
Rubicon didn’t agree with Ramius’s assessment that informing her senior officer of a change in variables was a waste of time. He was a potential threat at the most or a potential casualty in the least, and neither were good outcomes. How could her senior officer make the best decision for the situation without all the information that was available? That was the kind of negligence that could and did get people killed. What did he think, that she was suggesting they should sit down and have a tea party while the weapons were hot? Midshipman she may be, but she wasn’t dumb.
Rubicon pondered only briefly if the safety of her team would be greater if she just stunned the man. Then he would be out of their way and they could tie up information about his identity later. But seeing as this was only her first away mission, she erred on the side of not shooting the civilian. Instead she pursed her lips a little, looking to Bance for guidance.
“The one you squished still has friends. If so, we should take them out. Are you with me?”
The Tellerite nodded, stepping forward slightly. “Aye, tell us where those dodgers are hiding,” he said, waiting for Ramius to direct them based on his scans. Rubicon followed suit, stepping back to allow some of the still stacked crates to provide cover over her six.
An explosion went off then. Rubicon braced against the crates behind her, the brightness from it blinding her until her helmet had a chance to catch up and adjust. When she could open her eyes again she saw that Celcis and J’dara were sprawled on the deck. Her first instinct was to go to them, her brain already performing a visual scan over them to assess their physical situation so she could begin treating them. But then her more recent Security training kicked in. Rubicon forced her attention on the Klingons, on where Ramius was indicating they were hiding out, on what her best light of sight would be that would also give her the most cover.
“Doyle, Bance, I’m goin’ after the guy out wide. You got two incomin’,” the voice of the Chief of Security held provide her clarity.
You got this Rubes. She didn’t even waste time reassuring herself she was making the right decision, instead pushing her medical oath to the back of her mind so it would be clear for the here and now. Rubicon peered over the crate, trying to look in the direction that Ramius indicated.