05-14-2025, 12:51 AM
Tyra's only outward reaction to Mara's shot at Nathan was a little amused twitch of the eyebrow but it disappeared quickly as they moved on to the business at hand.
“Ship is secure. We’ve accounted for the lifesigns that we saw goin' in,” Mara reported. “But we are goin’ over it all again as Ramius here wasn’t detected, and same went for the hidden cargo area. We also picked up some shielded containers and we’re goin’ over those as well. Bridge is to the fore, engine room to the aft. And the bit they were really keen to defend is over here.”
Tyra nodded but said nothing more as she considered the facts laid before them. Shielded containers were nothing new for smuggling but it was the other little details scattered about that were making this situation one that raised her hackles. Nathan's assignment and stumbling upon him due to her sheer inability to avoid trouble was one thing but now, there were empty slave pens and a console of Dominion origin. If her internal red alert hadn't been going off earlier, it was wailing full steam now.
“Not the biggest space but you can bet they packed ‘em in tight. We’ve identified two main matches for the blood on the chains and walkway. Cardassian is one. Doyle is sendin’ Artemis the other to ID because it ain’t on the tricorders, but pretty sure it’s gonna be Gamma Quadrant.”
Her blue eyes shifted over the space with an unease that only partially revolved around her general disgust with the practice. She couldn't help see the space filled with not the downtrodden and mistreated but with fidgety, vicious soldiers, who were slaves in their own way. The idea that someone could be producing Jem-Hadar sent a shiver up her spine and while she rationally knew, personally knew, that there was much more to keeping an army of Jem'Hadar than just having control of them, she didn't think it was beyond the realm of possibility. Not if someone wanted a rather unstoppable fighting force with little moral willpower.
"Hopefully, not Jem'Hadar," she said softly, her lip twitching slightly at verbalizing the idea.
"Omdor to Crawford," her Chief Engineer's voice poured out of her communicator rather unexpectedly. "I'm analyzing this Dominion console…"
Her feet were moving before she even registered the decision, needing a quieter space for this update. One where every security officer wasn't taking their anger out on every available crate. "If you have any spare security officers, have them start identifying the Klingons…. Maybe they're in a database and we can figure out who the Hell these idiots were," she called over her shoulder to Calleja as she retreated.
"--controls a Dominion War-era system defense system. It hasn't been updated since then, so whatever it works with likely has been in place since then. More tellingly, however, the console was last use two hours ago. So whatever it ties into... it's here in the nebula," Omdor had continued to report as she moved to a quiet corner, propping a boot on a the practically destroyed lid of a crate.
"If we're looking at a Dominion installation," he reported, "here in the nebula? With working defenses and something worthwhile enough for Klingon slavers to use it as a base? Captain, I can only think of a couple of possibilities for that, but none of them are good."
The redhead took a deep breath as she considered the implications. A facility with a Dominion War-era defense system wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility this close to DS9 but for it to still be in some sort of working order this long after the fact seemed unlikely. However, if the slavers had needed a key to bypass the defense system, there was at least something intact and that was enough to make Tyra mighty curious.
"Sounds like we have ourselves a bit of a scavenger hunt on our hands," she commented dryly before continuing. "Do we need the console to utilize the key for the defense system or can we hijack it somehow? I'd much rather take what evidence we need from this ship and then, blow it to Hell…"
"Cass, I assume you can hear this…I know you're injured so I think you need to go back to Artemis and get patched up. Before you do that though, deliver these orders to the bridge: ask our intrepid young helmsman to see if she can start backtracking where this vessel came from in the nebula. I'd rather not hunt blindly for a facility of unknown size, shape and purpose."
== Tag Omdor! I'll get a Cass post up manana. ==
“Ship is secure. We’ve accounted for the lifesigns that we saw goin' in,” Mara reported. “But we are goin’ over it all again as Ramius here wasn’t detected, and same went for the hidden cargo area. We also picked up some shielded containers and we’re goin’ over those as well. Bridge is to the fore, engine room to the aft. And the bit they were really keen to defend is over here.”
Tyra nodded but said nothing more as she considered the facts laid before them. Shielded containers were nothing new for smuggling but it was the other little details scattered about that were making this situation one that raised her hackles. Nathan's assignment and stumbling upon him due to her sheer inability to avoid trouble was one thing but now, there were empty slave pens and a console of Dominion origin. If her internal red alert hadn't been going off earlier, it was wailing full steam now.
“Not the biggest space but you can bet they packed ‘em in tight. We’ve identified two main matches for the blood on the chains and walkway. Cardassian is one. Doyle is sendin’ Artemis the other to ID because it ain’t on the tricorders, but pretty sure it’s gonna be Gamma Quadrant.”
Her blue eyes shifted over the space with an unease that only partially revolved around her general disgust with the practice. She couldn't help see the space filled with not the downtrodden and mistreated but with fidgety, vicious soldiers, who were slaves in their own way. The idea that someone could be producing Jem-Hadar sent a shiver up her spine and while she rationally knew, personally knew, that there was much more to keeping an army of Jem'Hadar than just having control of them, she didn't think it was beyond the realm of possibility. Not if someone wanted a rather unstoppable fighting force with little moral willpower.
"Hopefully, not Jem'Hadar," she said softly, her lip twitching slightly at verbalizing the idea.
"Omdor to Crawford," her Chief Engineer's voice poured out of her communicator rather unexpectedly. "I'm analyzing this Dominion console…"
Her feet were moving before she even registered the decision, needing a quieter space for this update. One where every security officer wasn't taking their anger out on every available crate. "If you have any spare security officers, have them start identifying the Klingons…. Maybe they're in a database and we can figure out who the Hell these idiots were," she called over her shoulder to Calleja as she retreated.
"--controls a Dominion War-era system defense system. It hasn't been updated since then, so whatever it works with likely has been in place since then. More tellingly, however, the console was last use two hours ago. So whatever it ties into... it's here in the nebula," Omdor had continued to report as she moved to a quiet corner, propping a boot on a the practically destroyed lid of a crate.
"If we're looking at a Dominion installation," he reported, "here in the nebula? With working defenses and something worthwhile enough for Klingon slavers to use it as a base? Captain, I can only think of a couple of possibilities for that, but none of them are good."
The redhead took a deep breath as she considered the implications. A facility with a Dominion War-era defense system wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility this close to DS9 but for it to still be in some sort of working order this long after the fact seemed unlikely. However, if the slavers had needed a key to bypass the defense system, there was at least something intact and that was enough to make Tyra mighty curious.
"Sounds like we have ourselves a bit of a scavenger hunt on our hands," she commented dryly before continuing. "Do we need the console to utilize the key for the defense system or can we hijack it somehow? I'd much rather take what evidence we need from this ship and then, blow it to Hell…"
"Cass, I assume you can hear this…I know you're injured so I think you need to go back to Artemis and get patched up. Before you do that though, deliver these orders to the bridge: ask our intrepid young helmsman to see if she can start backtracking where this vessel came from in the nebula. I'd rather not hunt blindly for a facility of unknown size, shape and purpose."
== Tag Omdor! I'll get a Cass post up manana. ==