3 hours ago
The computer’s answer was quick, and unfortunately what Art had expected. No one had left the ship, which, when considering that someone could have easily been blown out due to damage during the race, would usually have been a good thing. Now though, Art just ground her teeth.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glared at the hatch, the stupid damaged hatch that gave more questions than answers. At least Tomer’s DNA was there. Even if it hadn’t been confirmed his, even if it had just had a trace of Trill DNA, she would have made her case that it had been him.
The Midshipman mused about the scrape marks, and Art wondered if they could pop the thing open. She had more than half a mind to have somebody go inside and literally follow the trail. Wright verbally confirmed that the door was damaged by physical force, leaving Art wondering where Tomer would have gotten the strength. When it came to being forceful, the only way he was able to do that was through his position and high-volumed voice.
Finally, she allowed herself to just spit it out. “Is anyone against going in there after him?” She waited a beat. “I’d like to physically follow his trail, if we can.” Nodding in the proper direction, “Another one of us will stand watch here, the other will go to the torpedo bay and see what’s going on there.” Her mind was going to all the places the ship had been inextricably damaged during this space-based, speed-run of an obstacle course.
And who was Mister Tomer, anyway?
==Tags to my friends, the Scooby Gang!==
Out of the corner of her eye, she glared at the hatch, the stupid damaged hatch that gave more questions than answers. At least Tomer’s DNA was there. Even if it hadn’t been confirmed his, even if it had just had a trace of Trill DNA, she would have made her case that it had been him.
The Midshipman mused about the scrape marks, and Art wondered if they could pop the thing open. She had more than half a mind to have somebody go inside and literally follow the trail. Wright verbally confirmed that the door was damaged by physical force, leaving Art wondering where Tomer would have gotten the strength. When it came to being forceful, the only way he was able to do that was through his position and high-volumed voice.
Finally, she allowed herself to just spit it out. “Is anyone against going in there after him?” She waited a beat. “I’d like to physically follow his trail, if we can.” Nodding in the proper direction, “Another one of us will stand watch here, the other will go to the torpedo bay and see what’s going on there.” Her mind was going to all the places the ship had been inextricably damaged during this space-based, speed-run of an obstacle course.
And who was Mister Tomer, anyway?
==Tags to my friends, the Scooby Gang!==