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Main Sim [Cargo Bay Two]: Shell Game

Posted April 13, 2022, 5:57 p.m. by Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) (Jason Wolfe)

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—SNIP—

Kohr stretched his neck and tried not to tug at the tritanium collar of his suit for the dozenth time since boarding the Munnin. It was not dissimilar to the armor he’d worn as a younger warrior in the Empire, but it nevertheless felt ill-fitting. He knew that the nanoweave soft suit had been custom fitted to his frame and adjusted to his requirements, and the armored plating and hard systems did not restrict his movements unduly. The runabout’s controls responded to his gloved touch as if he were bare-handed, and nothing pinched when he adjusted to complete the pre-flight check. It felt too sterile somehow, too unassuming and utilitarian.

And not at all menacing.

“Preparations complete,” he growled, turning to face the rest of the away team. “Our primary objective is to repair and stabilize the Valh’kaeri‘s warp core and reestablish energy output to the remaining crew in stasis. We will then assess their condition and determine whether or not they require extraction to the Viking; if necessary, the Munnin will be moved to an interim distance and act as transporter relay until functionality is restored to our ship. Finally, we will investigate the Valh’kaeri in order to better understand what we are dealing with, and how to better combat the alien threat.”

Baker nodded from the helm next to him. “Sounds good to me, Commander. I’m tired of sitting on my heels waiting for the next punch.”

“Hoping we don’t need these,” Ensign Walker murmured from the rear, patting the butt of the phaser rifle in his lap. “But she’s charged and hungry just in case.”

Lieutenant Watanabe made a rude noise at the back of her throat, and Ensign Linch stifled a giggle. Both women looked nearly comical in the bulky EVA suits, but they acted as if they were merely wearing their duty uniforms. Kohr silently envied their composure. He peered at the container of duterium charges resting patiently on the Munnin‘s transporter pad at the rear of the cockpit, the azure glow of the containment field between them humming dutifully. The antimatter was secured in the runabout’s cargo hold with a security bulkhead in-place to avoid any risk of mishap. They could call Kohr paranoid if they wanted to, but after the day they’d all had he felt caution was the least of their worries.

The Klingon tapped at the controls and brought up the navigational holodisplay, then opened a comm channel. =^=”Munnin to Viking control. Request permission to depart.”=^=

=^=”Yorba here, sir,“=^= came the reply. It sounded like the lieutenant was deep in thought… or exhausted. Possibly both. =^=”Commander, you are clear for launch. The colony ship is holding steady, and your approach looks good. Best of luck.”=^=

Issac was comforted by the busyness of everyone in the shuttle - it was focused, not scatterbrained panic or nervous energy. Sure, maybe some were a bit heavy on the eagerness.... but he’d take it without complaint. He could tamp that down later if needed; and it sure beat freezing up when excrement hit the fan.

Looking at Watanabe and Linch, he found himself envious of their obvious comfort in their EVA suits - Issac was qualified, but that was it. He hated the damn things; and felt as clumsy as a drunk giraffe in them - to say the least of the quiet, creeping agoraphobia that showed up whenever he had to go on a spacewalk. Suppressing a shudder, he was happy to leave that nonsense to others; and he turned back to the PaDD in his hands.

He’d reviewed the scans and blueprints of the Valh’kaeri several times already, but he continued - trying to come at it with a different perspective each time; making notes on everything. The repetition ought to help with the formation of a ‘mental map’, or so he hoped. He had a good head for spatial thinking, but at the end of the day, it was an alien ship. Standard assumptions of starship layout were unlikely to apply - or at least, one shouldn’t rely on those assumptions.

Forgrave, CoS

Apparently there was more happening than she realized as her greetings went unanswered. When everyone shuffled off for the away message, Kalika decided to just go to engineering.

If the Chief needed her, surely he’d call.

Kohr gave the cargo bay one last glance before laying his hands on the Muninn‘s controls. The runabout hummed to lift, ghosted off the deck plates briefly before sliding forward. There was a cascading crackle of energy against the hull as they passed through the containment field, then the hollowness of deep space. The Klingon brought them out between the Viking‘s nacels before turning their nose and making straight for the colony ship.
—Kohr, Executive Officer—


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