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Runabout Fenrir - "Scattered Memories"

Posted Sept. 1, 2019, 5:23 a.m. by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”
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She moved to head out first. If he was holding the prize, it was her job to see to their safety. She made sure they had all the equipment and scanners they had come with after taking a final scan of the fixture the odd power supply had come out of. She would probably need to reconstruct the holding base and the hook up if she wanted to get it working on the Outpost. As she waited for his nod of being ready, she headed towards the opening and started to move thru it to make their way back to the shuttle.

Toveka
Scientist

“Lets go.” Duncan said, and disengaged the magnetic link from his boots to the floor plating allowing him to float. A short blast of their suits thrusters and the two tomb raiders rose and headed through the hole in the side of the fuselage.

Outside, the scene had changed slightly. The destruction of the Romulan home world had left a mighty spectacle of debris scattered throughout the system, and the gravity well that had kept the hulk of the Romulan Warbird in place and locked the local debris to it had somehow been released with their acquisition of the artifact. Now, the chunks of rock that had at one time been planet or moon were moving as if ripples in a pond had swept past them and beyond that ripple, their runabout sat precariously among the rocks. “Watch the debris, Brine.” Duncan ordered as they set their thrusters in motion to return to the runabout, and he found he had to continuously adjust his heading as his suits proximity warning indicator beeped almost as fast as he adjusted for the previous one.

Lt Rhodes, CSO

“We have them on sensors, Captain.” The Klingon Bird-of-Prey’s Tactical Officer noted as the two figures appeared on his screen. “They have an item, the energy readings it is giving off, are impossible.”

Khain came to his feet, not the tallest Klingon by far on his Bridge but most certainly the one with the biggest presence. A few steps across the Khazad’hea’s clean and tidy, sophisticated Bridge and his one eye was looking over the Tactical Officers shoulder. “Check those readings,” he ordered, then turned and moved to the view screen. The Tactical Officer knew the expectation and the image of the two had appeared before Khain stopped walking. “The readings are confirmed, Captain. Whatever they have, the power is of a level we haven’t recorded from any manufactured source.” At that, Khain turned and looked at the Tactical Officer, the eyebrow above his eye-patch raised in a question that the Tactical Officer had no time to answer.

“Two ships on sensors, Captain,” his Science Officer called out, “they haven’t detected us through our cloak, but they de-cloaked themselves as they approached the energy well. They appear to be small fighters, Romulan design.”

Khain swung back to the screen and raised a hand, clenching his fist as he did so and the Khazad’hea instantly fell into Battle Stations. “Can the Starfleet Away Team see them?” The Tactical Officer shook his head, “Not through the energy well, they still cannot transport to the Runabout either but they will reach it before the Romulans reach them. We are out of weapons range as well Captain, and there is too much debris to launch a torpedo accurately.”

Khain grunted as if that mattered little. “Hold position,” was all he said.

Captain Khain
Captain of the IKS Khazad’hea

Toveka frowned. “Duncan!?” The warning from her was genuine enough that she didn’t realize she had used his first name. “Something happened. Can you see?” She glanced over her shoulder and noticed he was nearly hit, twice.

Moving back to him, she shook her head. “We need to be careful. Whatever happened I am now certain it wasn’t natural.” She pulled out her phaser and used it on setting two to deflect debris coming at Duncan’s back. “Come on… I’ll clear the way. Stay close…” She turned and lined herself up between him and the shuttle. Moving forward was a bit slower, but she tried her best to keep the debris away from them as they moved towards the shuttle.

Both of them oblivious to the trip of ships watching them.

Toveka
Science

OOC: It’s been a while, but with Mel leaving for a bit I’ll carry on this thread myself and finish it off. When she can return, it’ll be after this thread and the results

IC: It took minutes but finally the two were back in the Runabout, airlock closed and Duncan removed his helmet. “Get that safely secured, I’ll get us headed out of here.” He told the woman and turned for the pilots seat.

Sitting down he began to check the systems off for damage, and then noted the flashing blips on his sensor screen. Touching the LCARS display he brought up the image on screen, they were still too far away through the debris field for a visual. The clear image of two Romulan fighter craft heading towards them stared back at them.

“Well, that is a problem.” His tone was calm and matter of fact as he flicked the autopilot off. “Toveka, we have company and I do not think they want to comment on the weather.” He called out behind him, then hit the impulse engines into life and got the Runabout moving.

Lt Duncan Rhodes, CSO


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