Posted by Gamemaster Sinister Two (GM) in Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Trying to reach Deck 31
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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In the moment before reaching the doors, but within the span of the electronic detection for the automatic door sensors, Sural stopped. “Ensign Pierce, tell me. Are the shuttle computers linked to the mainframe of the mother vessel or are they segregated?” A thought had formed in his mind of at least trying to fathom the errant code. They were close to the shuttle bays and if they were barred from the deck by means of one way, a transporter from a shuttle may get them down to their target deck. They would have to start up the shuttle in question in isolation mode so that there was no computer interface that would be normal between a shuttle or runabout and the mother ship. That would be for routine diagnostics such as computer and communications links and an ‘inquiry’ of a general ‘health’ state of the shuttle done by the ship’s computer. Any such link might be a way to have the shuttle taken over, though.
- Sural, CE

OOC: I apologize for the long delay. I have found out that I will be losing my job shortly. They are only holding me long enough to find my replacement. Between dealing with a bit of depression due to the news I have been losing my energy to post. The doors would be locked with mag locks. Shuttle computers act isolated from the main computer unless command codes authorized the linkage from the main computer. However, in it’s current state? Flip a coin, lol.
OOC: That totally would throw a person off. No issues on a delay. They are running layoffs here and nobody knows what their status is. Ugh. .. Gene

OOC: Sorry to hear that. I’ve had experience with something similar somewhat recently, so I know how bad that can be. Hope you’ll be doing better soon -Fred

IC: The area the team was in darkened a bit. Imperceptible at first, then a slow darkening. Almost as if power was being drained or lessened for some reason. A young man rounded the corner in the teams direction before his eyes went wide with shock. His uniform rather revealing in the fact he only had on a short vest with a tight undershirt. His pants tight against his toned legs with a golden sash around his waist. A sliver of movement so fast as his reaction to pull a dagger from under the sash and threw it at the team while he ducked behind the corner.

-GM

The doors did not open. It was not an unexpected action. Computer defensive AI could be annoyingly efficient. He turned, his eyes noting the dimming of the lights. It reminded him of sunset on Vulcan when the sun was behind rare clouds. Turning, Sural was computing options for getting through the doors. “Secur .. ” he began to say but halted as he observed the young man. “Intriguing,” he managed to say as a brow rose. The ‘uniform’ was distinctly non-issue and reminiscent of the period of ‘space opera romance’ than anything practical.

He saw the glint of steel and the quick reaction from the man. Evidently he was well practiced in this art. “Down!” he shouted as he pushed Pierce in one direction while he went in the other, hoping to avoid the thrown dagger. At the same time he hoped that security would react on training and get down.

(however it turns) …

“After him. Carefully. Phasers on stun. Ensign Pierce, attempt to jury rig the doors to release their lock.” It was not lost on Sural that he threw a dagger and did not shoot them - even to stun.

=^= Sural to Bridge. We have encountered … an intruder. Human. Dressed in antiquated garb that enhances the physique. We are in pursuit. =^=

• Sural, CE

Being pushed by a Vulcan isn’t something Oliver had ever experienced before. Even with all the adrenaline from the imminent death-by-knife, being flung into a wall by a man with three times the strength of a normal human knocked the wind out of him. As he scrambled to his feet and made sure he still had his tool box, he managed to blurt out, “Locks! Door! Yes, sir!”

Oliver knelt by the door and began to think of how to force the door open. He popped the panel open beside the door so he could access the manual controls. “Let’s see,” He said to said aloud to himself as he poked around the internal componants, “You are a magnetic lock, so if I reverse the magnetic polarity of one of the doors, they ought to be repelled… So… Eenie, meenie, miney… Left.” Oliver equipped himself with the proper tools and set about trying to reverse the polarity of the left door to repel the right one.

Oliver Pierce, who is very happy to be able to use the “reverse the polarity” trope in his very first sim

OOC: Love it!
OOC:

Sural let security take the lead. They were the ones with the tactical experience and training in relation to shipboard ‘maneuvers’. They were not marine soldiers used to a battlefield. This was theirs and the corridor to cabin style of fighting was their wheelhouse. While they were three to one now, there was nothing to say it might be twenty to three around the next corridor. What he knew was that there were intruders on board and the computer was not just aware but complicit with them. ‘They’ were the intruders, not the man they were pursuing. In the midst of this thought the XO replied back …

The XO’s voice replied to Sural’s call. =^=Proceed with caution, Sural. it looks like your going to be on your own with the people you’ve got.=^= He left the channel open to Sural could hear his next order.

Sural considered that reply to have been 88.4% expected at this point.

“Computer!! This is Cmdr. D’vash Odinson of the Imperial Starship Olympic. From this moment on, I am assuming command of this ship. Captain Thorne is unfit for duty and is to be arrested and taken to the brig for. . . .interrogation and will be dealt with accordingly.”

The next was not expected. A brow rose. Imperial? Mutiny? As Sural had attempted to conduct some subtle deception with the computer, Sural could only surmise that the commander was doing the same. With more information than he had. Imperial? Unfortunately he had no grounds for relating to what the commander was saying. Yet.

=^=I am appointing Lt. Oberon as my second in command until she has proven herself to be a hindrance to my command. Lt. Sural is now third in command.=^=

Odinson (XO)

Again, an intriguing choice of words. A memory niggled at his thoughts. Such terms were unfamiliar yet somewhere in some instruction or conversation he had heard this before. Right now, however, the memory was not coming clear and he had other thoughts occurring. Such as mind on task against an assailant who had just tried to injure one of them.

=^= Acknowledged .. Captain =^= Sural replied.
Sural, CE

OOC: D’oh! Forgot part 2 ..
IC:

=^= Sural to Crawford. Mr Crawford, can you give me on my tricorder real time thermal analysis readings for Deck 27? =^= He hoped that Crawford would pick up on the thought that what he was looking for was people movement. Just so that three against one didn’t turn out to be twenty to three.

=^= Uh, Roger that, Chief. =^= Crawford wiped his eyes and blinked at the screen. Deck 27. Thermal. What was he on about? Was there some kind of leak? Were they looking to start one? Were they looking .. Reno tapped up a schematic of Deck 27 and then overlaid that with a thermal diagnostic. Did that work? Could he do that much? He looked at the tabletop display and hoped that he would be soon seeing thermal readings.
- Crawford, NE

OOC: Basic functions are available, just nothing that controls ships movement, shielding, or weapons.

IC: The man they were chasing rounded another corner and ducked into a Jefferies tube. The sash snagged on the edge of it before ripping as he slid down the tube toward the ladder. The man fired a small phaser back down the tube, striking an NE in the chest and vaporizing him. His scream of pain cut silent as he died. A smile crept across the intruders face as he fired again at the tube entrance. “Do not follow me Federation,” his voice steady and solid. “Not if you value your lives.”

-GM

OOC: Did the trick work, or was Oliver unable to reverse the polarity of the door? -Fred