Deck 3, Shuttlebay 1- On the Run!

Posted Aug. 10, 2020, 1:40 p.m. by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) (J Ridgley)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Deck 3, Shuttlebay 1- On the Run!

Posted by Warrant Officer Walker Darach (Chief Operations Officer) 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!
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Wyatt had to think carefully, how were they going to flush her out. =^= Darach, begin venting Jefferies tubes the safety protocol will stop you from doing it if there are any life signs in them. All the crew should be avoiding them and populated in communal areas. When you find the first Jefferies tubes seal all exits and vent adjoining tubes then lock them with authorisation for only me Wyatt out=^= There was no way she was getting off this ship, and Wyatt was having some gut feelings about what was going on.

Pretha’s voice came over the comms. =^=Security to bridge. I have dispatched additional security to Decks eleven and three to bolster the transporter rooms and shuttle bays, respectively. Those are the most likely targets. With deck twenty’s shuttle bay being the alternative. Still have computer narrowing down her route.=^= Her voice was calm and decisive. She was on a hunt and was going to stop this woman and find out what was going on.

While there was not obvious route that could be pin-pointed, Pretha would note that the odds of Calloway heading to Shuttlebay 1 were slowly increasing.

As she closed the comms she whispered, Where are you going? And why? Suddenly she had a thought. “Computer, locate Crewman Faye Calloway.” Maybe she could get Calloway to come to her. She’d see to it she was protected, if she was running ‘from’ something here on the ship. And if she was running ‘to’ something, perhaps she could assist with that as well. It certainly didn’t sit well with her to be blindly seeking out a fellow crewman she had never heard anything about until now.

Security/CRIT Ldr

Luke was also thinking the same thing, instead of being reactive perhaps they should be practice. “Computer display all active hatches since going to red alert and show me a path and sequence they have opened up. Also calculate the possibilities for diversions and sensor ghosts.” Faye wasn’t stupid, well stupid enough to do what she had done but not stupid enough to not at least have some distractions and diversions to throw them off but Luke was like a bloodhound, and he smelled blood.

OOC: I’ll let out fugitive decide if the computer works out a path and likely destination.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt
    ((giggles great minds. That’s how Pretha figured the locations she did hehehe… the following was posted with permission))

Wyatt’s response was not very different than Pretha’s but with a few more data points it did increase the certainty… a bit. “There is an equal probability of fifty-eight percent of Deck Eleven or Deck Three being a terminating location, with a twelve percent chance of Deck Twenty. Unable to predict exact locations.”

Pretha frowned. Something wasn’t right. It took a moment but the computer replied. “Unable to locate crewman Calloway.”

Ok so she’d jammed her comm signal. “Computer, is crewman Calloway’s comm badge deactivated?”

“Negative. Communication badge signal is still open but unlocatable due to interference of unknown origin.”

A few key taps and Pretha smiled. “Let’s see if this works…” she murmured. Raising her voice once more she commanded, “Computer, send the following message directly to communication badge for crewman Calloway. My name is Pretha Oberon. I’m a new security officer on board so I haven’t been here long enough to be the sight of your ire or your fear. Let me help you. I will protect you and hear you out if that’s what you need. Tell me where to meet you. I’ll come alone.” Once she’d finished she sighed. “Computer, any way to know if message was heard by crewman Calloway?”


Pretha sighed again and hoped the woman would respond.


She wasn’t close enough to her destination for her liking. The jefferies tube lockdown, while expected, had taken up valuable time circumventing. Faye’s progress had been quick, but not quick enough and the longer it took to reach the agreed upon destination, the more that could go wrong.

Pretha’s comm stunned her for a moment. What is it with this crew? She almost smiled. Maybe there would still be a home left for her after all. Pretha said she would protect her, hear her out. Faye sat back on her heels and tried desperately to quell the tears. She wanted more than anything to say ‘yes, come help me!’ but she couldn’t risk dragging any more of the crew into this, and she didn’t want to risk anyone getting hurt. Using her padd, she replied to Oberon using the text-to-voice. =/\=If you truly want to help me, then don’t interfere. Give me space. Let this play out the way it needs to. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.=/\= It said nothing and yet everything.

~Faye Calloway, Fugitive

=^= Lieutenant, I have to voice my objection. With the computer unable to track her life signs, any safeguards in place probably won’t work. We might end up venting the entire network, trapping her in a section without any air. =^=

As he talked, Walker quickly typed up a flash message to Faye.

| Get out of tubes now! |

WO Darach - COO

=^=Then you should watch the control readouts extremely carefully, chief. Do I need to remind you that Miss Calloway opened fire on three of our command staff? We’re not trying to kill her, make sure there is an audible and visual tone post venting maybe she’ll realize she’s stuck and give herself up. Wyatt out=^= He let out a long breath, there had to be more to this situation but right now he had to go off the information he had been given which highlighted Faye as a threat. Looking at the computer readout it showed several routes that could be leading to her final destination. He picked the one he thought made the most sense, to Faye and went there. Alone.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt

=^= Understood. =^=

Starting the venting process on the lowest decks of the Manhattan, Walker had the computer give an audible warning and a 10 second countdown before venting the sections, one by one.

WO Darach - COO

A man on a mission like a storm conjured from biblical times Luke made his way to where he figured she would be going, having left his search party behind he was alone and plotting just what he would say to Faye. He wasn’t usually a vengeful person but he had given her plenty fo opportunities, he had learned to trust her and now after this he wasn’t sure if he could trust her ever again.

Flashing lights, comms coming in, Faye once again stopped to take in the messages. For a bunch of people wanting to give her room to escape (or buy time), they were certainly slowing her down! But Darah’s message was to the point. You didn’t have to tell her twice! She didn’t even need to know why, but by the urgency indicated by that exclamation she knew it couldn’t be good. Going ruthless, are we? she mused as she took a corner and headed for her destination.

Entering the room he looked for the security detachment “Everyone out, reinforce the other positon and seal the door behind you!” Luke ordered scanning the room, it was empty mostly except for the shuttles in their spots. The guards moved out not wanting to disobey orders (about the only ones) and he heard the door close and seal behind him. The security officer turned and fired at the control panel, there was only one way out now. Luke wondered if she was already here and was waiting for the perfect moment to flee.

Even with the urgency of the COO’s message, she wasn’t going to get sloppy. Reaching the end of this jefferies tube section, she sat on her heels again and scanned ahead of her. People. Okay, she expected that. So it was going down here it seemed.

With the delicacy she used in her coding work, Faye quietly opened the hatch up and out into the Shuttlebay. Even though this is where Alex and her had agreed this would go down, there was still a knot in her stomach. Tools stuffed into her pockets (a portable relay of some kind and a miniature PADD), her right hand held the Type-1 phaser at the ready. Here goes nothing…

She stepped up, keeping her back to the wall, her phaser pointed and her observant eyes sussing out the situation. While ideally she wanted to make it to the shuttle, it was an unnecessary objective at this point.

~Faye Calloway, Fugitive

The room was quiet, Luke paced doubting himself somewhat for the act of wanting to do this alone but he felt betrayed and not just by Faye but by everyone who had pushed his concerns to the curb. The Captain for telling him not to investigate her further, the old security chief and now this. It seemed at every chance Faye got lucky, she was good he knew that but something more was at foot and again he found himself with a bitter taste in his mouth.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt

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