Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Bowels of the ship (Tag Bog)

Posted by Crewman Jonathan Durheim (Engineer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Bowels of the ship (Tag Bog)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Bowels of the ship (Tag Bog)
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“That would be a reasonable approach, Mr Bog - if there is indeed malice; the reactors may well be a target. And if not - well, best to start at the root; fixing as we go. But I believe we should hurry - power needs to be restored to the containment decks! You are already aware I know; but our labor is meaningless if the crew dies or the ship is destroyed. And I must say… I don’t care for the noises and shaking going on in the ship.”

With that; Durheim quickly extricated himself from the panel he had been working on; replacing the hatch neatly - there was no excuse for sloppy work! That done, he made a quick check of his surroundings, being sure that neither Bog or he had inadvertently dropped any tools in the confusion. “Shall I lead, Mr Bog? I might fare a bit better should we stumble across any ‘live’ panels.”

Crewman Durheim, Engineering

“Just don’t touch Dave, if you get frisky with him you better have protection Mr. Durheim!” Bog was happy to let the crew man precede him. His teeth still ached. As he followed him into the dark.”

Bog

As Durheim carefully worked his way towards the reactor; occasional arcs of electricity lit him in silhouette. Each time he paused, moving aside the obstacle and pointing it out to Bog. He would acknowledge that his self-made limbs made social situations difficult at times, but they were invaluable here, in his preferred environment.

The sort of feeling that you are being watched in the dark is an old remnant from a time where most humanoid ancestors could remember being hunted in the night. Because things that hunted were still scarier in the gloom. As both men worked that feeling crept slowly forward irrespective if either felt it.

Just at the point where the feeling would tread the knife-edge of panic and reason it seemed to solidify into the form of a black and grey clad girl who stepped out if the shadows, eyes aglow and frowned at both Bog and Durheim. ”Are you both purposely trying to get yourselves killed?” she asked, the dark blue and purple bruising on her throat, like a noose had been tied around her and tightened, seemed darker than normal against her pale skin.

Gen

“Zolla’s Tail!” Bog squealed as he jumped and bashed his head on the low overhead. “ are you trying to give me a heart attack, child.” Bog looked around apprehensively. “No, as a mater of fact we are hoping for just the opposite.”

Bog

“So you are seeing this.... Child? As well, Mr Bog? I must say I am glad this is unlikely to be a hallucination, but aren’t you supposed to be in a containment cell, Ma’am?” Jonathan felt politeness was always deserved, unless proven otherwise. Even towards potentially homicidal anomalies. If nothing else, the confusion that ensued usually bought a few precious moments of time.

Gen raised one eyebrow and considered Jonathan. ”No. I live in the counselling deck.” she told him.

”No.” she said seriously. ”If I were trying to do that i would stop it.” her tone was that if all petulant teens as if the word ’Duh’ was self-explanatory and did not need to be said.

And if Gen was a lil heart attack, what would have happened later that encounter would have probably costed them much, much more time to restore power than usual. Indeed in the adjacent bulkhead Dave was just turning the corner but as his giant big arse got even bigger than the usual, it hit hard the bulkhead surface and made it bend making explosions and sparks everywhere in the tiny, cramped space.

The girl froze…the abomination was near. An almost feral like hiss escaped from her clenched teeth and her hands balled into fists.

“Great!” Said then a voice from nowhere “Look at what you’ve done! You need to shut your little mouths! He can hear you!” Behind the group a ghostly like figure appeared. Hard to believe but it was George Washington… “Incredible, I thought you would be the best of the best! Bah.”

Ghost of George Washington

Turning Gem frowned at the newcomer and scowled darkly. Her ehes seemed to light up brighter. ”Then let him hear us.” she growled.

Bog didn’t hesitate, he had seen ‘apparitions’ in the presence of his G-maw. Grabbing the edge of the bulkhead arch he ripped the panel open exposing the emergency containment field emitters hidden behind it. He ripped them out and trailing EPS ran to the reactor panel.

Catching the plasma conduit access’s with a tusk he piped it free and dig out more EPS cables. “Run you idiots, this is going to either work or fail spectacularly!” Splicing in the emitters The Tellarite grinned as an almost feral way as he waited to open the tap.”Here Kitty, kitty. Here Kitty, Kitty…”

Sir Bog the insane…

Seeing Bog, Gen backed into the wall. Physically into it, melting into the shadows.

Gen

Jonathan carefully noted the child’s disappearance and incorporeal nature. How interesting! That done, he quickly moved, fleeing into the reactor chamber with Mr. Bog. He hadn’t gotten a good look at what the Tellerite had cobbled together, but he figured he might be safer behind him. Might.

Durheim The Worried

Behind Jonathan then the girls head and shoulders reappeared. ”Now what?” she asked both men.

Gen

“I wait and say hello to Dave, Mr. Durheim tries to reset any EPS relays that went fried and you hide.” Bog growled. “Wouldn’t be a party with out fire works.”

Bog

Bump

Gen frowned at this. ”Imdo not think the Abomination likes to say hello.” she said as if she thought the engineer insane.

Gen

=^=Synthi-er to Bod and Durhiem. Do you think you can get us some strobe lights going off in here? Anywhere you can except Dave’s cell—13B8.=^=

Lt Synthi-er, RTF

Bog appeared pretty well occupied, so Durheim quickly replied as he scooted over towards the reactor control panel. =/\=Yes, Miss Synthi-er; it may take a moment. Do you have any specific requests for frequency?=/\= Diving into the console, he hurriedly broke through a few firewalls; some through the judicious application of a particularly violent (though short-lived) bit of code, and others from manipulation of wires and relays. As his virus ate the Dresden’s security; he used the time to bash out some code to hijack the ship’s internal lighting; directing all surplus power to magnify the amplitude. ‘Blinding’ would be an understatement; assuming his code worked as planned.

=^=light frequencies of about 6 × 1014 hertz (Hz) and wavelengths of 380 nm (1.5 × 10−5 inches). It won’t kill him, but it will hurt.=^=

Pausing before implementing the quick and dirty code he wrote on his PaDD, he commed Casela. =/\=Mind your eyes, Miss Synthi-er. Strobe in 5…4…3…2…=/\= In the moment before igniting the program, he called out to his immediate companions. “Eyes!” As he started the program; he set the light filter on his goggles to ‘max’; rendering them opaque; and listened for the tale-tale ‘groan’ of the reactor taking on the unexpected load.

Crewman Durheim; decker extraordinaire

=^= Excellent Mr Durheim. Might I bother you once more to increase the intensity of the strobe? He’s almost in and I want the darkness of his cell to be like the dark mother’s embrace to a child who feel and skinned its knee.=^=
Lt Synthi-er, RTF