Star Trek: Starbase 777 - jefferies-tube-04

Like any smart person, Sakchai took the the tubes! He was naturally a pretty strong guy so he didn't have much trouble getting into the tubes. Crawling was a different story as it was a lot harder to balance oneself on seven fingers than the typical ten. Not to mention the CDF uniform was much bulkier than the Starfleet one, which added extra weight and messed with his centre of gravity. Sakchai was headed to the command deck and moving very slowly.

Knowing the tubes like the back of his hand, Renakir headed inside and towards engineering. He passed a large Cardassian who was blocking the way and looked a little lost. "Jolan tru, if you're looking for the ladder it's a few blocks forward," He instructed in Rihannsu as it did not occur to him that the UT would also not be working.

Thankfully Rihannsu was the one language Sakchai spoke besides Cardassian. "Thanks, I'm heading to the command deck," Sakchai said to the kind OPS officer.

"Then you need to go two decks up," Renakir could hear the telltale Cardassian accent and that's whdn he realised that this guy probably wasn't using the UT and-- of course he wasn't-- no machines? "By the way, your Rihannsu is great," Renakir wasn't sure if the guy could see him, but he gave him a thumbs up. To that, Sakchai lifted his left hand and balled his two fingers into a lil fist as if to say 'fighting!'. Renakir proceeded to engineering.

After one heck of a climb, anyone in the jefferies tube made it to their destination.

The relay system was successfully set up, enabling divisions to communicate back and forth!

"Yeah, no, this isn't ideal," Saren thought as he floated through the tubes, slightly disheveled from all the running around and covered in purple and red lipstick marks.

6

The familiar pull of gravity was a welcome sensation. Saren, alone in the tubes, allowed himself a minute of quiet weakness, as he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against what technically counted as the tube's floor, soaking in it's blissful coldness. Today was hectic, and it involved a lot of running, a lot of talking, and on top of that, a lot of calming others down. Now that it had all ended, the adrenaline was slowly exiting him, like blood through a wound. Word travelled fast, and the junior assistant already knew that it was an engineering-science team that managed to save the station - news that filled him to the brim with warm pride for his division. Eventually he got up to begin his trek back to the station. A distorted reflection off of some metal panel caught Saren's attention. It was blurry, yet the bicolored marks on his face were stark against his pale skin. The Romulan's fingers brushed against his cheek, only to be left with a purple tint on the fingertips, and before Saren knew it, his normally aloof expression broke away into something warm and genuine and vulnerable. Yeah. Perhaps this is what helped him during all of this.

5

3