T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarle sits in Alpha feeling useless. Her gaze darts around, unable to fix upon anything. I didn't sign on for this! she thinks, and then immediately chastises herself. I did when I agreed to get involved in this mess. And it's still a good thing. People could be hurt--or could get hurt. She winces at the thought and bends to check her meager medical supplies.

At Vyrkris's question, she stands and goes to look at the communications array. "We need to get the comm back online. Well, we need to avoid getting hit by that incoming, but communication is the next most important thing. I can look at it, but I doubt I can fix it." She glances at it and then back to Vyrkris and Ruzz'koff.

[T/Computer +14]

Seonaid takes stock of the medical supplies, including the oxygen tanks, and the two remaining vac suits: one human-sized, one vargr. She brings up computer diagnostics, and every check reveals that communications is operating normally, and that points to external jamming rather than a malfunction. She could try to analyze the jamming and find a way around it, but it would be a difficult task - improvising her way through the comm software.
She could aid Ruzz'koff's denfensive manuevers, but only to a certain extent while they were still docked with Dvonn. Right now she'd be limited to calculating the exact force the clamps could withstand without snapping. That missile is coming in awfully fast.

 

[Watus]

Quinn looks decidedly displeased.

"You two stay here and get that door open. I'll go check the middeck. If you get to a terminal before I get back, find me an operational weapons system."

Grimacing, he spins on his heel and sprints up the stairs, trailing behind him a stream of words of which Eric's grandmother would most certainly not approve.

 

[Seonaid]

"We're jammed," Ktarle says grimly. "I could either try to work on that, or help you with evasive manuevers." She frowns to herself. Get your head out of the clouds, girl. That sounded too space opera-ish and this is most decidedly real! "Either way, we don't have a lot of time to work."

 

[doghead]

Saanath is about to protest at the splitting up of the group. But its Quinn's call, and they don't have time to discuss things. He returns his attention to the keypad, pulling his Oyster deck out as he does.

Triple pulse lasers would do.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath is about to protest at the splitting up of the group. But its Quinn's call, and they don't have time to discuss things. He returns his attention to the keypad, pulling his Oyster deck out as he does.

Triple pulse lasers would do.

Despite the difficulty of manipulating the comp while dressed as he is, Saanath gets the iris valve open a few seconds later: 27, to be exact, as dutifully reported by the comp.

Across the newly revealed corridor is another door labeled "EVA"*, and the hall stretches to both starboard and port from where he is now. A small sign is posted on the wall next to the EVA locker:

<--- Power Control
<--- Life Support
<--- Engineering 2
Holds 1,2, and P ---->

 

[Maerdwyn]

Quinn looks decidedly displeased.

"You two stay here and get that door open. I'll go check the middeck. If you get to a terminal before I get back, find me an operational weapons system."

Grimacing, he spins on his heel and sprints up the stairs, trailing behind him a stream of words of which Eric's grandmother would most certainly not approve.

Quinn bursts up on to the middeck, and the iris valve leading out of the stairwell opens automatically as he aproaches it. He finds himself in what seems to be a less than ideal common area, what with the huge staircases taking up most of the room's area (and Iris valve marked "Deck 3 -- Crew Members Only" is right next to the one from which Quinn just emerged. It does not open as he approaches, probably owing to the security pad).

The room he is in now had been decked out with corsair memorabelia, but most of it sems to have been knocked from walls. An aquarium that had been built into the forward wall has been shattered: fish (and an eel) lie dead in a fog covered puddle on the floor beneath broken tank - the air pressure is low enough that the water has started to evaporate despite the low temperature aboard Dvonn. A bookcase has fallen over, spilling its contents onto the floor as well. The area is lined with staterooms on all sides, except for a corridor that leads aft, beside which is a green-text-on-black sign:

Lounge ------->
Galley -------->
Sickbay------->
<---Staterooms

 

[doghead]

"Quinn. Got access to a corridor. Goes to Power Control, Life Support, Engineering 2 and the Holds."

 

[Tonguez]

Across the newly revealed corridor is another door labeled "EVA"*, and the hall stretches to both starboard and port from where he is now. A small sign is posted on the wall next to the EVA locker:

<--- Power Control
<--- Life Support
<--- Engineering 2
Holds 1,2, and P ---->

"Ah this is more my style" Tomas casts about as he reaches the more familair surroundings.
As Sanaath reports back to Quinn he continues heading towards the most likely place to find the required terminals so he can get a link back to the boats.

"Life support or engineering?" he pauses and turns to Sanaath before heading out too far

(ooc so based on his engineering background would Tomas know where a terminal is likely to be. Also would he know what EVA is?)

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: Sorry - didn't add the actual footnote to my own "*". EVA: "Extra Vehicular Activity." Vacsuits, maybe a jetpack, etc. Tools for a spacewalk. present day version. As for terminals, they should be in all of those locations. There would have to be terminals in life support, power, and engineering, but would likely be anyplace that the crew had actual work to do, so you'd expect them in the holds as well.

ooc: I should also mention that all of these signs are in Galanglic, not Gvaegh or any other Vargr language.

 

[doghead]

ooc: Saanath's priority is to get to the flightdeck. Given his experience of spacetravel - what are the likely options?

ps: Maerdwyn, you really are a rat bastard DM. I want to be just like you when I grow up.