12-22-2025, 11:59 PM
== LtJG Leman Yordan, NRC ==
"You're right, and I've got a feeling we're going to need that gear."
“I’d be amazed if we didn’t. Artemis luck is Artemis luck,” Yordan replied with a wry smile.
The comment proved to be prophetic when they got to a refrigeration unit with a sealed door and an inactive panel. Miller called up Yordan, and the Security officer took a look at the heavy panel.
“Should be easy enough to crack,” he said. “This is old tech. Doubt we’ll even need the charges.”
The Trill scanned the door with his tricorder, the locking mechanism clear as day on the scanner’s screen. He took a chunky cylinder from his belt and, using the tricorder as reference, lined it up over the main locking mechanism. With it aimed, he activated the magnetic seal to hold the tool in place. It used a laser charge to bore a thin hole in the outer panel, just enough for the inner tube to slide through.
At Leman’s command on the tricorder, the tiny field generator engaged and snared the lock mechanism. When he twisted carefully, each of the locking cylinders slowly clicked into place, and then the lock disengaged with a hiss of released air.
“OK, we got it. Coyn? Cover the door,” Yordan said, recovering his device and then raising his rifle.
The door swung open with both Security officers covering it, but there were no threats sat there, just a load of equipment that he didn’t recognise.
“Clear,” he said, waving in the rest of the away team.
It didn’t take long for the former CSO to assess it all.
“Leman,” Aeryn began. “Look at all of this, I'm glad we checked it out, but it's horrible what they've done to it all.”
“Klingons? Smash things up because they don’t understand it? Perish the thought,” the Trill responded dryly. “Is there anything here worth saving? Or do we just make a note of what’s here and then go and join up with the other team?”
== Tag Miller ==
"You're right, and I've got a feeling we're going to need that gear."
“I’d be amazed if we didn’t. Artemis luck is Artemis luck,” Yordan replied with a wry smile.
The comment proved to be prophetic when they got to a refrigeration unit with a sealed door and an inactive panel. Miller called up Yordan, and the Security officer took a look at the heavy panel.
“Should be easy enough to crack,” he said. “This is old tech. Doubt we’ll even need the charges.”
The Trill scanned the door with his tricorder, the locking mechanism clear as day on the scanner’s screen. He took a chunky cylinder from his belt and, using the tricorder as reference, lined it up over the main locking mechanism. With it aimed, he activated the magnetic seal to hold the tool in place. It used a laser charge to bore a thin hole in the outer panel, just enough for the inner tube to slide through.
At Leman’s command on the tricorder, the tiny field generator engaged and snared the lock mechanism. When he twisted carefully, each of the locking cylinders slowly clicked into place, and then the lock disengaged with a hiss of released air.
“OK, we got it. Coyn? Cover the door,” Yordan said, recovering his device and then raising his rifle.
The door swung open with both Security officers covering it, but there were no threats sat there, just a load of equipment that he didn’t recognise.
“Clear,” he said, waving in the rest of the away team.
It didn’t take long for the former CSO to assess it all.
“Leman,” Aeryn began. “Look at all of this, I'm glad we checked it out, but it's horrible what they've done to it all.”
“Klingons? Smash things up because they don’t understand it? Perish the thought,” the Trill responded dryly. “Is there anything here worth saving? Or do we just make a note of what’s here and then go and join up with the other team?”
== Tag Miller ==