[USS Charon, Holodeck two]
Very slowly, the young Vulcan started to move in the direction where she knew the doors and the holodeck's access panel would be, while the Marine was following with equally measured steps. She rather appreciated the fact that he was holding on so lightly, although she was mildly surprised by that as well. One might have thought a man in this profession would employ a more… firm approach.
The echo of their steps indicated they were nearing the wall and Sakarra slightly swerved to the right. One, two, yes, open space over there. Ears straining, she was able to discern the small irregularity in the wall and reached out, brushing her fingertips along the grid. Not far now.
"Is 'work for a living' a humorous statement in this context, Corporal? If so, I must admit I do not comprehend it."
"Is 'work for a living' a humorous statement in this context, Corporal? If so, I must admit I do not comprehend it."
"Hmm? Oh. Yeah a Engineer or a tech. At least that's what I've heard them referred to in the Corps. Comes back from when they used wrenches a lot more I suppose. While not overly endearing its probably one of the better ones that I've heard to describe the other departments in Starfleet," Brent mused dryly.
"Well. Its reassuring that I won't suffocate in here now," Brent said as they walked slowly in the darkness as Brent tired to strain his eyes to see anything ahead, even a faint glimmer of a control panel. "I bet someone's getting chewed out over this too. Wouldn't want to be the crewman in charge of the EPS relays for this deck," Brent said with an amused chuckled.
He walked along with the Vulcan his other hand reaching out until it hit the wall nearby with a light thud. "I guess we have a 50/50 chance of going the right way or running the long way around the room hm?" he said again then thought for a moment about what she had asked him.
When she asked him about his comment he mentally reminded himself that she was Vulcan, or at least partly so. "Yeah. All of my DI's in basic told me never to call them 'sir' or 'ma'am' because they weren't officer. They worked for a living," he replied. "I've heard the phrase a few times more in the area, thrown around by a few Chiefs and a Senior Chief Petty Officer. Enlisted man humor I suppose."
"I see. Thank you for the explanation."
Chewed out … another interesting phrase, but at least this one Sakarra was vaguely familiar with.
"Long way around? Not at all, Corporal. The doors are in fact approximately 2.1 meters to our right. However, with emergency power down even two people will not be able to push them open unless the locks are disengaged manually first. Which is why…" finally, her fingertips brushed against the cool smoothness of a computer interface and she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position until she found the panel underneath "… I have been looking for this."
Chewed out … another interesting phrase, but at least this one Sakarra was vaguely familiar with.
"Long way around? Not at all, Corporal. The doors are in fact approximately 2.1 meters to our right. However, with emergency power down even two people will not be able to push them open unless the locks are disengaged manually first. Which is why…" finally, her fingertips brushed against the cool smoothness of a computer interface and she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position until she found the panel underneath "… I have been looking for this."
When she pulled off the panel, there suddenly was the dim orange glow of power still flowing through some of the circuits and several isolinear chips were humming with a sound barely within the range of even Vulcanoid ears.
Well, maybe they would not have to resort to sheer force after all.
Like an inquisitive little bird, the young Vulcan canted her head and identified the circuits operating the door mechanism. If one rerouted just a tiny bit of power from, say, over here, …
Uh-oh.
Well, maybe they would not have to resort to sheer force after all.
Like an inquisitive little bird, the young Vulcan canted her head and identified the circuits operating the door mechanism. If one rerouted just a tiny bit of power from, say, over here, …
Uh-oh.
Maybe just a bit too much power. Alright, way too much. THAT should not have happened.
"This is rather unfortunate." Sakarra stated as sparks continued to fly and several of the chips either shattered or melted into little unidentifiable lumps. "Ensign Dicari will be quite annoyed."
And she wasn't even done yet. Oh dear.
"This is rather unfortunate." Sakarra stated as sparks continued to fly and several of the chips either shattered or melted into little unidentifiable lumps. "Ensign Dicari will be quite annoyed."
And she wasn't even done yet. Oh dear.
"I would appear Corporal that we find ourselves in what is commonly referred to as a 'jam'. There is significantly more power running through these circuits than safety limits should permit. And as I stated, I am not an engineer. I could proceed by cross-circuiting the locking mechanism, possibly causing the entire series of isolinear chips to disintegrate. Or I could attempt to create a controlled overload, which would shut down the entire grid including the door locks. Although the latter would significantly increase the operations department's irritation, I believe it to be the logical choice since it has a better chance of succeeding. Unless of course you have a suggestion which I have not thought of?"
She turned her face upwards again, giving the Marine a questioning look out of night black eyes, her face illuminated only by the warm glow of the circuits.
"I haven't even been here for a week, and now I'm going to be responsible for the outage of an entire EPS relay," Brent rubbed his forehead slightly in the dim light of the control panel. A controlled overload. That was something that Brent had never liked the sound of, even the EOD Marines had said that all it took was a nano second of a delay here or there to send your controlled explosion into something very much not controlled. He was about to voice his opinion against the controlled overload before letting go of the Vulcan's arm.
"Alright the controlled overload it is," Brent said. "But.." he added on a qualifier and stood behind Sakarra. "Those things are known for causing a great deal of injuries when they overload right?" Brent asked as Sakarra heard the controller on his belt click many times. "My belt is set to gravity similar to Earth's moon. If things get out of hand with that thing, tell me, I'll tighten my grip on you and we'll jump back, hopefully out of the way of any explosion." On cue Brent's arms moved around the bottom of the lieutenant's ribcage where he grasped his hands. "Just tell me jump and we'll be off."
"The responsibility will be mine, Corporal" Sakarra pointed out quite logically, just as two firm human arms secured themselves around her slender frame.
Quite protective, this one. Yet where normally an uninvited touch, especially as bold as this one, might have triggered a mildly offended reproach, the young Vulcan actually found she was smiling inwardly.
"I should hope no jumping will be necessary but the precaution is logical."
Quite protective, this one. Yet where normally an uninvited touch, especially as bold as this one, might have triggered a mildly offended reproach, the young Vulcan actually found she was smiling inwardly.
"I should hope no jumping will be necessary but the precaution is logical."
Very carefully and with great precision, Sakarra manipulated the power flow. And indeed, for a few seconds there it looked like the worst that was going to happen was a few more sparks flying. But then the telltale hum of a power spike reached her ears. Apparently, someone else was rerouting power flows from outside the holodeck, unaware that someone was still in here.
Oh, my.
"Corporal?" her voice was calm, but had a slightly urgent undertone "Now would be a good time I think."
Oh, my.
"Corporal?" her voice was calm, but had a slightly urgent undertone "Now would be a good time I think."
Brent's arms tightened around Sakarra pulling her up against him before he bent his knees and a fraction of a second later shoved off with all of his might away from the panel that seemed ready to go according to the Lieutenant. As the two of them sailed away from the panel Brent realized that if it went off, the Lieutenant would accept most of the shrapnel should any hit them. He immediately twisted his body, bring them around, so that Sakarra faced away from any explosion that might happen.
And happen the explosion did just as they landed. It was not excessively large, and Brent only felt a few bits of isolinear chips spray his back from the distance. He unbent his knees and let the small Vulcan down to her feet. "Are you alright?"
"Perfectly so, Corporal. Thank you."
What a most interesting sensation, to go 'sailing' with the Marine as it were.
When the towering human ever so carefully set her back on her feet, she lifted her face to him again, two raised brows quite openly betraying her amusement, and then pointed her chin towards the holodeck doors. Through a two centimeter gap, light from the corridor outside was falling into the dark cavern of the holodeck.
"And I believe we have achieved the desired result as well."
A brief glance towards the now truly quite ruined panel however made her suspect that Cyrin would be more than just a little annoyed. Well, it could not be helped.
What a most interesting sensation, to go 'sailing' with the Marine as it were.
When the towering human ever so carefully set her back on her feet, she lifted her face to him again, two raised brows quite openly betraying her amusement, and then pointed her chin towards the holodeck doors. Through a two centimeter gap, light from the corridor outside was falling into the dark cavern of the holodeck.
"And I believe we have achieved the desired result as well."
A brief glance towards the now truly quite ruined panel however made her suspect that Cyrin would be more than just a little annoyed. Well, it could not be helped.
Sakarra gave the young Marine a courteous nod and went to retrieve her Khaiya.
"It should not be too difficult to open the doors the rest of the way now. I will inform engineering and ops of this small mishap."
And then a glass of tea in the lounge sounded like a rather good idea.
"Shall we?"
"It should not be too difficult to open the doors the rest of the way now. I will inform engineering and ops of this small mishap."
And then a glass of tea in the lounge sounded like a rather good idea.
"Shall we?"
"Good, and we shall," Brent said as he looked around. Everything seemed to be ok, he brushed off his back and shoulders from the debris of the isolinear chips. "Well and here I wanted to just take a break and relax maybe beat up a boxing bag... And I nearly get blown up as a result." Brent shrugged a little bit at the entire circumstance.
He was going to go retrieve her bow for her but she had beaten him to it. Instead Brent moved over and opened the door with the brief crack in it with ease. With the doors totally opened he motioned that Sakarra should go first. "After you Lieutenant."
"Thank you" the young Vulcan gave another appreciative nod before walking through the doors. Out in the corridor, she paused briefly to throw the tall human a glance out of dark eyes, sparkling with subdued humor "And it has been my experience that on this ship one does well to expect the unexpected. All things considered, nearly getting blown is a smaller inconvenience, especially when one emphasizes the 'nearly'. Good night, Corporal."
[End Log]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
&
1st Lieutenant (then Corporal) Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS Charon
Marine Commander
USS Charon
