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Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted April 17, 2019, 10:22 p.m. by Commander D'Vash Odinson (First Officer) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Trying to reach Deck 31

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

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Trying to reach Deck 31
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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In the adjacent Jeffries Tubes and access corridors too small for humans to easily access, a small entity stepped silently, cat-like paws and balance making his transit nearly soundless. Completely soundless to the not-so-sensitive ears of a human.

Sathut paused upon hearing voices, and sniffed the air. Four humanoids. One was Vulcan. He crept towards an access hatch, watching through the stiff grating.

Sathut, CNS

Galen nodded. “It’s me....” he stepped forward and shook his head as he glanced at Sural then back at Jobs. “Ok… so you know. There is a set of twins for several of us on the ship.” Soon as he said it, he had an idea. If this one wasn’t sure who he knocked out, then he could well be one of the ‘others’. Without missing a beat, he added. “I’m glad you are ok. When I hadn’t seen you since shift change this morning, I was worried. The Chief was wondering where we all were. He’ll be happy to know you are safe.”

The real NE worked third shift so wouldn’t have been at morning shift change. He just hoped it wasn’t a wild card that would backfire on them. They didn’t have a tricorder to check the guy. And the fact it seemed he knocked out the other Galen made Galen wonder if perhaps this guy was a doppleganger and thought he had hurt a real crewman.

NE Galen
Security

Jobs was still shaken and confused, blood still dripping fro the wound on his hand “Huh? I wasn’t on shift this morning? What do you mean twins? Like . . . clones, or actual twins? All I know is you, or him. . . came at me from out of nowhere, snarling about getting to the computer core. Then he lunged at me with that knife,” Jobs held up his bloodied hand, “I tripped, he went flying over me and smashed his head on the console. I didn’t really do anything. . .. “

NE Jobs

Sural had been quietly trying to work the logic of this situation. Was Galens an alternate universe agent? His logic sense told him that it was 74% unlikely; the logical thing would have been to disable him before now and he had had ample opportunity to do so. That meant that the Galens who was unconscious was the alternate universe one. He then turned his attention to the technician. Had Galens been the alternate one and the unconscious one being the real Galens then the technician would as well be an alternate universe agent. However, as the seconds passed by it appeared all was reasonably well.

“We too require to get to the computer core. The .. twins as you call them are attempting a takeover of this vessel or to destroy it. Their computer intelligence is in control of the vessel’s systems. We are attempting to circumvent this.” He paused. “Your help in restoring the ship’s primary AI would be invaluable.”

Sathut paused. It seemed these were all people of this world, except for the duplicate of Galen. He could only hear what was happening, as he was out of sight of the group. “Hello!? Yes, hello? Stuck in the access corridor. Some help would be appreciated! It’s the counselor!”

Sathut, CNS

Jobs jumped as the disembodied voice appeared out of nowhere. He looked around the room looking for the source while waving the phaser around wildly.

Sural turned. The Counselor certainly was agile in his getting about. “Mr Galens, please attend to NE Jobs’ injury and restrain your duplicate. I will see to the Counselor.” With that he turned and moved to the grating. “How did you get here?” he asked as his fingers worked the grating to get it off. With a snap, he unlatched it and swung it back on its hinge allowing the diminutive creature to hop out.
- Sural, CE

“Access tunnels are too small for humans to crawl through, but they are sufficient for small robots and Raka,” Sathut explained, standing to his feet once he had exited.

Watching as Sural offered assistance to the counselor, he relaxed as Sathut came into view. When Galens approached him, he turned the phaser around offering the handle to the real security officer. “Here, I don’t like handling those things. I’m a computer tech, not a gunslinger.”

“Lt. Sural, how can we be sure there aren’t anymore of those twins in the core?”

NE Jobs (tech)

Sural found that at certain times the human direction of disinformation was occasionally valuable. However, as a Vulcan, he could see little reason to not speak directly. “We cannot,” Sural replied. “However in trusting in our party here as true to this universe, and looking to our goal of reasserting the computer central programming, we may assess any we find in the alignment of those goals. Ensign, whether you are realizing it or not, you are the most important person in this group right now, to undertake this mission. The safety of the ship is dependent upon us to complete this.” It may have been a bit heavy handed, however, it was true. If the programming determined to scuttle or destroy the ship, then all was lost.

Galen nodded and smiled. This was the real crewman. “Sorry, buddy. Had to be sure. Come on, let’s get this me tangled up like the Chief said.
He and Jobs spent the next few minutes securing up the doppleganger while Sathut and Sural were talking. Galen also took the opportunity to cut a patch of hair from the back of the duplicate with a cutting tool from a corridor toolbox in one of the maintenance lockers in the hall. “There… now we can tell him from me and he, hopefully, won’t be any the wiser in case he escapes.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice as he finished and put the tool box away.

NE Galen
Security

“Astute, Mr Galen,” Sural commented.

Sathut made his way over to the pair of Galens. “Excuse me, I must do something, just a test,” he took Galen’s hand and pulled him over to the false Galen. It was like a small child pulling a grown man, so he wouldn’t have much pull unless Galen came willingly.

If Galen would walk with him over to the false Galen, Sathut would grab the hand of the false Galen and sniff it deeply, then do the same with the real Galen. “Hmm… Yes, I can smell a slight difference in a few factors. I would have to test it on another set in order to be certain, but now I have a small clue that might help me to identify your duplicates without the usage of a blood test,” he spoke with a small smile, letting go of the security officer’s hand.

Sathut, CNS

Sural, meanwhile, would attempt with a portable first aid kit to patch up Jobs sufficiently to the task ahead. He was no physician, nor did he have the ‘hands of a surgeon’, though he had done well at basic first aid. Fortunately 24th century first aid was considerably farther advanced than the past techniques. In short, he relied heavily on the dermal regenerator and a stimulant to keep Jobs going. When they were all through, Sural replied, “Mr Galens, you are in the lead. Sathut and Jobs you are in the middle. I will follow. Mr Jobs, direct Mr Galens as needed to get to the computer core with all due haste.” Holding his own phaser now, Sural upped the notch on the setting to heavy stun.
- Sural, CE

“You have to be pulling my leg,” Nhamashal groaned, pressing a stylus against her temple. Nothing was working. Every tweak and scan she could think of wasn’t solving her dilemma. Something had to be wrong with the computer systems, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ishtar figured it was best to seek the problem at its source. She didn’t think much of the task, arming herself with a PaDD. She hoped to be out of there within the hour, the excitement of generating a simulation for her current experiment guiding her feet.

“Ah, down here.” She muttered to herself, turning down the corridor. It seemed suspiciously quiet, the air almost stagnant compared to the labs. Shrugging, she slowly approached the computer core, her attention captivated by notes on her PaDD.

Lt. Nhamashal
The Unknowing Scientist

As Ishtar rounded the corner, she was see Sural, Sathut (whom she would be familiar with as DH’s), along with a security guard, his twin, lying unconscious and bound, and another crewman. It appeared as though they were about to enter the computer core as well.

Jobs caught her arrival and alerted the other’s. Lt. Sural, is she one of ours or theirs?”

NE Jobs (computer tech)


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