08-08-2024, 03:22 PM
By the time Jenny entered the Transporter Room, she was almost buzzing with barely-constrained excitement; she was about to take a step into the past and, just maybe, solve a centuries-old mystery that had continued to baffle researchers and Starfleet Security investigators. Conscious of who she was bringing with her, given the damage to the Franklin and the likelihood that none of the cryo-sleeping passengers had ever seen a nonhuman before, Jenny had been careful to select only Human or near-Human crewpeople and had deliberately kept the initial team as small as possible, just in case something went wrong; it was easier to quickly beam three people out than six, for example.
And if we need to be left behind for whatever reason, three people are less of a concern to the Cardassian military than a fully-armed away team...
Though sensors had indicated the Lord Franklin retained atmosphere in most of its compartments, Jenny wasn't taking chances with a centuries-old life support system; she'd ordered respirator masks supplied to her team until or unless they got fresh breathable air circulating around the old ship, and had also ordered sidearms issued on the off-chance that they needed to cut through a bulkhead or someone reacted poorly to their presence.
With respirator mask dangling from its straps around her neck, Jenny expertly strapped her holster to her right thigh before removing the weapon and checking the settings. It had been set to stun as standard, a discharge at a higher setting risked punching a hole in the DY-150's thin pressure hull, and she was pleased to see that whoever was working the armory had kept the weapons in a clean but functional state; too many armorers these days, she knew from her relationships with her husband and sister-in-law, worried more about the visible condition of the weapons under their care than their functionality. Reholstering the weapon, she quickly checked her Tricorder and the other tools on her utility belt; glow-rods, spare flashlight, multi-tool, and a wicked-looking knife of Reman design. Satisfied, she folded her arms and leaned against the transporter station while they awaited Hydish.
"What's your theory on the Franklin's disappearance? I've read some wild ones, including Suliban spies or a planned preemptive strike against the Romulans by Section 31. Personally I'm thinking insurance fraud; it was an old ship and refitting it with more modern engines couldn't have been financially viable, so the owners arrange for it to 'disappear' and collect the insurance money."
And if we need to be left behind for whatever reason, three people are less of a concern to the Cardassian military than a fully-armed away team...
Though sensors had indicated the Lord Franklin retained atmosphere in most of its compartments, Jenny wasn't taking chances with a centuries-old life support system; she'd ordered respirator masks supplied to her team until or unless they got fresh breathable air circulating around the old ship, and had also ordered sidearms issued on the off-chance that they needed to cut through a bulkhead or someone reacted poorly to their presence.
With respirator mask dangling from its straps around her neck, Jenny expertly strapped her holster to her right thigh before removing the weapon and checking the settings. It had been set to stun as standard, a discharge at a higher setting risked punching a hole in the DY-150's thin pressure hull, and she was pleased to see that whoever was working the armory had kept the weapons in a clean but functional state; too many armorers these days, she knew from her relationships with her husband and sister-in-law, worried more about the visible condition of the weapons under their care than their functionality. Reholstering the weapon, she quickly checked her Tricorder and the other tools on her utility belt; glow-rods, spare flashlight, multi-tool, and a wicked-looking knife of Reman design. Satisfied, she folded her arms and leaned against the transporter station while they awaited Hydish.
"What's your theory on the Franklin's disappearance? I've read some wild ones, including Suliban spies or a planned preemptive strike against the Romulans by Section 31. Personally I'm thinking insurance fraud; it was an old ship and refitting it with more modern engines couldn't have been financially viable, so the owners arrange for it to 'disappear' and collect the insurance money."