03-30-2025, 10:59 PM
Mara’s brow furrowed as the facade dropped away. She gave it a poke as it sat on the deck, and allowed herself a brief smirk of satisfaction as she realised that she’d disarmed a trap she hadn’t known existed.
Well, that was a close one…
The Chief looked at the simple physical lock revealed and sighed.
“OK, any of you got lockpicks on you?” she said with a wry smile.
[What are your orders, Captain, Chief?]
[Ju to Calleja, I've gotten the engines stable for now. Where else do you need me? I don't see anything of note down here.]
The messages came through within seconds of each other and Calleja took a moment to think.
“Calleja to Givens, Svenson, Han and Okehampton. All teams, secure any Klingons that are still alive, and then rendezvous at my position,” she said, sending out a locator pulse so they could track her through the ship. “We have to crack an actual physical lock that needs shaped pieces of metal as keys, so if you can find any on the bodies, bring the keys with you. Behind that locked door is whatever the Klingons were fighting so hard to protect. I want you all here when we bust through.”
With the message sent, Mara looked at the remainder of her team.
“Trev, Bance, Ekat, you get the charming job of checking the fallen Klingons here for keys. If you find any, bring ‘em back here. I doubt very much our luck is that good, but we gotta try.”
The three looked at each other and then walked away to carry out their orders. The Bandaran checked her readouts on the squads and sighed as she realised just how many had been taken out in the process of securing the smuggler ship. That meant she needed reinforcements.
“Calleja to Security Office. Get me the duty team over here on the qoH please. If anyone can find any old-school lockpicks, bring ‘em.”
With the orders given, and Mara not fancying her chances of smashing her way through the door, all she could really was wait. So she turned to Doyle next to her, the two of them the only ones remaining at the door.
“So I caught that look earlier, when I asked you to check over the two on the ground. There a story behind that? You not keen on keepin’ up with the doctorin’ work?” she asked. “I saw your background on your file. That kinda trainin’ stands out. I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it but it’s good for me to know not to call on you to do that again, if somethin’ did happen.”
Mara was curious more than anything else as she watched Rubicon figure out a reply.
== Tags all! Pre-emptive GM input please - are there any keys to be found on the cargo bay bodies? ==
Well, that was a close one…
The Chief looked at the simple physical lock revealed and sighed.
“OK, any of you got lockpicks on you?” she said with a wry smile.
[What are your orders, Captain, Chief?]
[Ju to Calleja, I've gotten the engines stable for now. Where else do you need me? I don't see anything of note down here.]
The messages came through within seconds of each other and Calleja took a moment to think.
“Calleja to Givens, Svenson, Han and Okehampton. All teams, secure any Klingons that are still alive, and then rendezvous at my position,” she said, sending out a locator pulse so they could track her through the ship. “We have to crack an actual physical lock that needs shaped pieces of metal as keys, so if you can find any on the bodies, bring the keys with you. Behind that locked door is whatever the Klingons were fighting so hard to protect. I want you all here when we bust through.”
With the message sent, Mara looked at the remainder of her team.
“Trev, Bance, Ekat, you get the charming job of checking the fallen Klingons here for keys. If you find any, bring ‘em back here. I doubt very much our luck is that good, but we gotta try.”
The three looked at each other and then walked away to carry out their orders. The Bandaran checked her readouts on the squads and sighed as she realised just how many had been taken out in the process of securing the smuggler ship. That meant she needed reinforcements.
“Calleja to Security Office. Get me the duty team over here on the qoH please. If anyone can find any old-school lockpicks, bring ‘em.”
With the orders given, and Mara not fancying her chances of smashing her way through the door, all she could really was wait. So she turned to Doyle next to her, the two of them the only ones remaining at the door.
“So I caught that look earlier, when I asked you to check over the two on the ground. There a story behind that? You not keen on keepin’ up with the doctorin’ work?” she asked. “I saw your background on your file. That kinda trainin’ stands out. I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it but it’s good for me to know not to call on you to do that again, if somethin’ did happen.”
Mara was curious more than anything else as she watched Rubicon figure out a reply.
== Tags all! Pre-emptive GM input please - are there any keys to be found on the cargo bay bodies? ==