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Re-Intro: Escaping the Lion's Den (Open to all)(tag security)

Posted July 22, 2020, 9:03 p.m. by Ensign David Harrington (Doctor) (Cass Young)

Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineer) in Re-Intro: Escaping the Lion’s Den (Open to all)(tag security)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Re-Intro: Escaping the Lion’s Den (Open to all)(tag security)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reira Akaba (Chief Science Officer) in Re-Intro: Escaping the Lion’s Den (Open to all)(tag security)

OOC: Not sure if this is a part of the Main Sim or a Side Sim but regardless, this is Reira coming back. I was also adding the shuttle in case the GM wanted more off-ship missions.

IC: “Come on, where are you reserve power…” The purple-haired ex-Drone muttered to himself, tapping at the controls of his small vessel still inside the cargo bay starship. The weapons of his shuttle could blast the forcefield down, he’d made a few upgrades to his shuttlecraft. Reira had bought it off a Ferengi Trader who wanted some of his nanoprobes which caused trouble because Reira self-destructed them once he was out of the system. A few thousand Borg Nanoprobes were more valuable than a 7 year old shuttlecraft. The state of the ship was also questionable, he had to make a lot of repairs and upgrades, he even renamed it. It was just a ship, but for Reira Akaba it had been his home for quite a while.

Those black uniforms made his skin crawl, the men began issuing their demands that he surrender. Normally he’d feel bad about this but they were the worst of humanity, traitors and murderers and conspirators. Firing his weapon, the forcefield ruptured and those still in the cargo bay were ejected into space. Firing the impulse engines, he soon switched to transwarp and was off. The question was, his destination. Where the hell would he be safe, he needed to lie low. His vessel was damaged and his escape had left him badly hurt in a way that neither nanoprobes nor the medical kit could fix… Where else would he go? Finding the co-ordinates in the database, Reira adjusted course and put the throttle to maximum as he coughed hard, scarlet blood dripping onto the floor. All the ex-Drone had was his soul and his technology and once upon a time, that was enough.

“Captain… We were unable to apprehend the prisoner, he escaped. But he is injured?” The Security Officer sounded fearful, almost terrified as his superior stood up to his full height and stared down at him like an angry parent. “I suggest, Lieutenant DeLaurio… That if you don’t want to be dropped down to Ensign, that you come up with a strategy to recapture him and fast. I do not tolerate incompetence on my vessel.” Those same dark blue eyes Reira had burned into the Italian Officer who nodded and walked away as fast as possible. The captain of the ressing a button in the armrest of the chair, he waited for an answer. “Science Laboratory, begin scanning for a recently activated Transwarp Conduit, once you find the conduit, set course for it.” Taking a deep breath as the rage inside simmered down, he stared at the blank viewscreen with anger simmering in the indigo staring back at him. “Understood, scans commencing.” The Chief Science Officer replied. “You might have escaped for now… But I’ll always make sure you come back to me, Reira.”

It had been about 3 hours… Reluctantly taking another bite of the rations bar, Reira stared at the readout on the screen. “I forget how fast you are sometimes.” Patting the tritanium plating affectionately, he slowly exited transwarp since doing it too quickly or too harshly would cause feedback in the coils. Powering down weapons and turning off the shields, he stared through the window at the Viking. He wasn’t sure if he’d see her again and his stomach had butterflies in it again. That weird mix of nostalgia and fear was setting in. Hovering over the hail button, the drone opened a channel. “This is the Amaterasu calling USS Viking, this is Ensign Reira Akaba speaking. I’m requesting permission to board.” He asked calmly, hoping someone might recognize him.

To the sensors on the Viking, the shuttlecraft would register as an SC-4 Type that had been altered by Borg technology, indicated by the vessel having a transwarp signature and visually by the fact that the warp nacelles glowed green instead of red and blue and although the hull was predominantely Starfleet Standard, sections of it were taken over by Borg hull plating. Many of the systems had been upgraded or replaced entirely, the shield generator had turned into an adaptive shield matrix and the warp core had turned into 3 transwarp coils. For a shuttle, it was surprisingly heavily armed with 6 phaser banks and 4 torpedo launchers. Whatever Reira had been doing, he’d clearly been expecting a fight and the damage to the hull was proof, it still had phaser burns on it.

Ensign Reira Akaba (Science Officer)

(Making changes after talking to CO)

Kristi was in the shuttle bay doing inventory when the call came thru. As clearance was granted, she moved to the console to see what shuttle was missing. Frowning as she looked up the name, she then looked up the scanned specs the Viking had just taken for verification. Hearing the call go out to security, she nodded in agreement. Borg tech rarely meant anything good. She pulled a phaser from the security locker in the upper deck and came down to await the arrival of both security and the newcomer. She was unfamiliar with Akaba, but guessed he was ‘good people’ because he was given clearance.

Her tight 200 pound, five foot eleven inch frame made her look capable while still holding a feminine outline. And her hazel green eyes frowned slightly framed with brunette hair as the shuttle arrived and Akaba caught sight of her. Her weapon was at her side, but obviously ready if anything went sideways. She tapped out the code to lock down the bay, knowing security could override it to enter, but their guest couldn’t override it to leave.

Kristi
Eng

Opening up the hatch on his ship, Reira put his own sidearm away before walking out onto the deck of the Cargo Bay, scanning his surroundings. Still the same, familiar ship he remembered. The Ensign was wearing a tactical uniform with armor plating and had an unknown firearm strapped to his good hip on the left side. The right side of his suit was soaked with blood as he coughed into his hand, walking over to the control console to leave when he saw it was locked down. “I need urgent medical assistance. Open the door.” He stated, looking over at Kristi as his breathing became shallower and harsher. That explosion had broken his rib, it punctured his lung.

His own hair was a pale shade of lilac, his eyes a dark inidigo as he slammed at the controls, impatient and trying to remain standing despite the pain he was in. “Your amygdala is in a state of hyperactivation. Do not be frightened, I have not come here to harm you.” He was used to it but also sick of it. The stares, the fear… People thinking he was going to assimilate or harm them. It was a reaction he had come to expect from most…

Ensign Reira Akaba (Science)

Seeing the blood, and not the species, Kristi turned to the wall panel and grabbed out the first aid kit. She walked over and touched his arm as he slammed it repeatedly on the door. “Stop… it’s not going to open till Security gets here. Sit down and let me help you.” He hadn’t attacked her so she saw no reason to be fearful. It was probably the first person in a long time who had put an arm around him to try and help him. “Come on… easy now. Just sit down and lemme see.” Her voice was soft and calming. The smile was nearly the same though what apprehension was in them seemed to be all for the blood and not for his looks. “I’m Kristiana O’Larria. You can call me Kristi.” She smiled and nodded, “Easier on the tongue. Now tell me what happened.” She was already trying to remove whatever uniform and covering he had over the wound, a large gauze pad in her hand to place on the spot once it was cleared of the fabric.

Kristi
Engineer
(Someone who doesn’t see a Borg rescuee, but sees a man in distress)

As if summoned the hulking figure of Peter Sigmundsson arrived and in his company two of his officers, a contingent of Security Officers and a single Doctor. All were armed with type two phasers. The Andorian Intelligence Officer grabbed a tricorder focusing on the Former-Borg Drone, mostly to confirm his identity. Peter recognized the face but didn’t know the man much as he had purposefully avoided him when he was science chief. He calmly examined the man on the other side of the door. He used his security clearance to open the door then moved in with his crew. He placed a large hand on the Engineers shoulder, he instinctively looked around for Luna, the winged Security Officer had an unusually strong instinct for showing up to greet new arrivals but was nowhere to be found, then turned his attention to the injured man “I’m going to need your firearm Lieutenant” His voice was calm but had a slight edge, he was outwardly calm but the Borg would be able to sense that he was tensing up internally “And a report” He ushered the Medical NE to provide assistance.

CIO

Kristi was glad to see the CIO and the others. The hand on her shoulder made her relax a bit more than she had realized she could. When Sigmundsson asked for the man’s weapon, she shook her head and murmured under her breath, his weapon… good job Kristi. She showed the medical NE what she had done so far to help stop the bleeding and backed up to just behind and right of the CSO, her own phase now under her arm as she wiped her hands on a small towel the NE had given her. “Good to see you, Sir,” she half nodded to the CIO in relief.

Peter simply nodded at her acknowledgement.

As he took care of the man, she stepped towards the shuttle with a frown of curiosity. The makeup and augmentations to the craft were astounding. But they were also a bit scary. The way the Borg tech had been integrated was fascinating. Turning around she spoke to the stranger. “Are there any security precautions you have set or can I make sure she is powered down and check it out without getting myself ‘assimilated’?” She had tried to remain aloof and polite, but the end of her question came out with a slight biting edge that covered the fear of being this close to the vessel. She glanced at the CIO, “I need to make sure it’s secure, Sir.” She said by way of explanation. She didn’t trust the ship not to power up on its own and start trouble, even without its pilot.

Kristi
Engineering

“Of course…” Reira stated, a little reluctant to part with his firearm but he handed it over regardless. It wasn’t a Starfleet phaser but an alien pistol, it had been heavily modified and partially assimilated. His breathing hitched a little before he tried to calm down as the Medical Officer scanned him with a tridcorder. “2nd Degree burns to his lower left abdomen, shards of glass in the abdomen and left leg. A broken rib which has punctured his lung causing pulmonary haemorrhage, mild bruising to most of the body, some appear to be the result of punching…” The doctor explained. “We need to take him to sickbay for treatment to stop the internal bleeding, he could die if he’s left untreated.” The man explained.

“There is a forcefield active whenever the hatch is open, even if I were to de-activate it, you wouldn’t be able to “power it down”. All the command consoles are in Borg Alphanumerics. My ship won’t “assimilate” you, it’s just repairing itself right now.” Reira explained, pointing to his ship. It was humming softly as the phaser marks were replaced with silver plating, it was if the ship itself was healing. “Just leave it be until I can help you with whatever it is you want to do.”

Ensign Reira Akaba (Science)

Peter looked from the doctor to the shuttle then the borg drone “I’m partially fluent in Borg machine code” He said coldly as he examined the injured Ex-Drone “Get him to Sickbay, avoid the transporters if you can, our Ghost-in-the-shell is in a bratty mood tonight” He tensed his jaw as he looked at the ship “It’s Kristiana isn’t it?” He asked already knowing the answer “Let’s raise some forcefields around the shuttle, I don’t like foreign technology being unchecked here.”

CIO

Kristiana nodded to the CIO, “Yes, Sir. It is.” As he mentioned the force field, she mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it. “Yes, Sir… sorry. Should have thought of that.” She moved to the console podium and erected the force field. Coming back to the ship, she frowned. “We need to make sure it’s powered down completely. He was pretty hurt when he came out of there. I want to be absolutely sure it can’t link in remotely cause it’s idle for too long.” She shuddered as she looked at it. It was partially Borg. To her, that was a nightmare in and of itself that if asked, she would have kicked it back into space as soon as the pilot was aboard.

Kristi
Engineer

David had heard over the comms that there had been a call out to the shuttle bay to attend to a possibly wounded ex-borg male drone, who claimed to be a certain Reira Akaba. He’d immediatly attempted to respond that he could take the call, but it was like the Computer was mocking him. He could hear the information comming through, but he couldn’t relay anything back. If the computer had thought that would prevent him from seeing this drone for himself it was dead wrong. So he had made his way there regardless. He’d hung in the shadows by the door, watching and listening. He didn’t know Reira Akaba except by name mentioned in passing, but he was sure, without a doubt that the man in the shuttle bay was the man he had been looking for.

“Doctor,” he stepped out of the shadows and calling attention to his presence for the first time, “Shravi needs your assistance down at the labs with the tests you did last week, they’ve come up abnormal.” His voice was clear, confident and commanding. The type of voice that most people immediately snapped to attention at. A Captains voice, except the insigna on his uniform was that of an Ensign. In fact not much of him looked like who he was. His gaunt appearance and shadowed eyes made him look more like a patient than a doctor. But his uniform was correct and he had a Standard issue tricorder attached to his belt. “I can take our guest to Sickbay for you.”

He locked eyes with Akaba, a familiar shade of green although the two men had never met in person before. “Are you able to walk by yourself or do you require assistance?” Not that he looked capable of carrying Akaba if he needed to.

Dr Harrington


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