Somewhere on the Ship- On the Run!

Posted Aug. 9, 2020, 8:58 p.m. by Warrant Officer Walker Darach (Chief Operations Officer) (Steve Johnson)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Somewhere on the Ship- On the Run!

Posted by Warrant Officer Walker Darach (Chief Operations Officer) in Somewhere on the Ship- On the Run!

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Somewhere on the Ship- On the Run!
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The doors opened “Security! We’re coming in!” Luke stormed through the door phaser pointed in front of him and scanning the room, he motioned for Wilson to check the ablutions areas but when he came back shaking his head the security officer let out a guttural growl. “Where did you go.” He thought folding his arms if he hadn’t heard from the shuttle bay or her computer lab she must have retreated into the ship’s vast Jeffery tube system.

Faye’s quarters were neat and tidy, but also fairly bare. She didn’t seem to have a lot of personal effects, save a framed photo on the bedside table, tilted towards the bed, and perhaps a surprising number of plants tucked in nooks and corners of her place. She had a side table in a corner with some sort of cooking implement (a personal oven of some sort), and there was a desk with a small stack of padds. The computer was shut off.

=^= Wyatt to the bridge, Scan the ship for any life signs within the ships Jefferey tube system and close of all access.=^= He was going to flush her out like the sewer rat she was.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt

=^= Acknowledge Lieutenant.=^= After a moment Wyatt’s commbadge chirped. =^= Darach to Wyatt. I have secured the hatches, and started the scan. I’ll keep you updated as the scan progresses. =^=

Elsewhere, Faye was mindful that she couldn’t just go anywhere now. The alert had caused a lot of things to shift against her. But then again, she wasn’t a computer specialist without having some tricks up her sleeve and regardless of the circumstances, Faye Calloway was not going down easily.

Creeping through the jefferies tubes she tapped her combadge. “Computer, initiate program Calloway-Delta-3755, authorization code Zeta-335.”

“Program initiated.”

Good. She waited for the necessary chirps to announce to her that the encrypted channel was open. =/\=Blue! Code Black.=/\= She cursed audibly for her Handler and made it quite colourful, as always. =/\=I don’t know what’s all going on, but they’re trying to arrest me. You have to help me. You know I’m good. I need you to help me prove it.=/\= Would he? And could he? How that part played out would determine whether or not Faye stood even a chance of making it this out of this mess in one piece.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

=^= Attention all hands, this is the Captain speaking. There is a fugitive on the loose in the ship. Secure all quarters and initiatite boarding protocols. Anyone who sees Lt. Faye Calloway is to report it to Security. DO NOT ENGAGE HER. That is an order. Leave her apprehension to ship’s Security. Cochrane out. =^=

Cochrane, CO

For a moment as she moved through the ship, Faye paused and listened to his words. His tone said everything. It had to, naturally. And yet… it hurt. A visceral ache sat in her stomach, but Faye pushed it away knowing that it wouldn’t help her one iota. If she was to get through this madness and have any semblance of a life afterwards, she had to play this perfectly. But the knowledge that the crew would likely no longer trust her, even if and when her name was cleared… well, that was hard to take. She had worked so hard to push through all the chaos and the deep despair, and for what? She had lived with it before- this identity as a traitor- and she could do so again. But she didn’t want to and that was a very big difference. Oh well, the there were sacrifices required if she were to avoid seeing the walls of a prison cell for the rest of her life.

Coming across the next junction, as expected, it was locked. Pulling her nifty little tool out of her pocket, Faye sat back on her heels and accessed the jefferies tube control systems. Using her tool as a relay, she was able to access more than one junction at a time. Which was the only way she was going to be able to move forward. Because any junction she passed through would signal an open area of the jefferies tube system and it would be flagged immediately. Giving her location away was just lazy, regardless of the anticipated and desired outcome.

The access door slid open for her after a few more taps. But so did two other access doors on two separate decks. She crawled through quickly and and headed to the next access point with a ladder. Time to change decks. Again, two random areas within a few decks of her opened up. She chuckled to herself, imagining the expression on Wyatt’s face when he figured out what she was doing.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Pretha had sent security crews to the hangers and the transporter rooms. She was currently at one of consoles in security watching lights go off on random decks as multiple doors opened simultaneously in what seemed like random intervals.

A frown creased her face as she called down to engineering to all if any of those locations had work going on in then. When told they were clear, her frown deepened. “What are you doing?” She murmured to the fugitive under her breath.

“Computer… using the Jeffrey tube door opening sequences for the last twenty minutes, extrapolate probably continual paths of escape.” She hoped that the randomness would allow for certain door sequences to end so their paths were ended while a single path might remain.

It was a long shot, but she had to try.

Lt Pretha Oberon
Security/ CRIT Ldr

The computer chirped in response. “Working…”

A minute later, there was a reply. “There is an equal probability of forty-five percent of Deck Eleven or Deck Three being a terminating location, with a fifteen percent chance of Deck Twenty. Unable to predict exact locations.”

~Helpful Computer?

=^= Wyatt, no joy on the scanners. But we are seeing multiple activations of the Jefferey Tube hatches, she’s somehow bypassed my lockout. I’m rolling the security codes in an attempt to keep her from bypassing again. =^=

WO Darach - COO

From her new location (she was moving quickly and trying to avoid staying in one spot for any length of time) Faye heard the unexpected chirp on her combadge.

||What really happened? Can I help? Ship on lockdown.||

It was tagged to Darroch. Faye sat back on her heels, genuinely surprised. But then she smiled. Huh. Who’d have thought? Puling out her modified miniature padd, she coded in an encrypted reply to his station on the bridge, praying to gods she didn’t believe in that he was still there.

||Long story. Need to make a big show. Flashy systems play. SB 1 the goal. Need to bypass the jefferies tube access points- they’re slowing me down. No time.||

It was longer than she preferred but she didn’t intend to reply to him again unless absolutely necessary.

~Faye Calloway, Fugitive

|| Resetting security codes, attempt to keep you “locked down.” System vulnerable for 60 seconds. Open sesame. ||

WO Darach - COO

She grinned. “Ahhhhhh! You beautiful, beautiful man!” Faye took advantage of the window he gave her, moving swiftly while she had the opportunity. A new deck and she was closer to her final location, but she knew that she wouldn’t have the advantage for much longer. She needed to create a distraction. Using her portable relay, Faye sent a message into the system and accessed the one thing she could control without it becoming an issue. She grinned to herself- despite the tension of the situation- and had the lights go dark for only five seconds on the bridge, Deck Three and Deck Thirteen. Then she was on the move again.

~Faye Calloway, Fugitive

=^= Darach to Wyatt. And she’s got access to the powergrid. She’s a step ahead of my lock downs. Still nothing on the sensors, she must have something scattering our scanners. =^=

WO Darach - COO

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