Star Trek: Starbase 777 - prison-corridor

Once with the all clear. Sinau stepped outside, shoving her hands back down to her side despite wanting to fidget with them more, take her mind and anxiety off everything. This was a fucking mess of a week, she'd need a good rest after this, she hadn't slept easy since the Tal Shiar had come by and threw everything backwards. The romulan was scared, she's seen a lot of terrible things. War, death, murder, and plenty of fascism like this. There was no long term success in its ourobourous life cycle as it consumed itself. Now was not the time to wax philosophy though, she had a time frame to keep up. Holding her composure back together when she treaded outside.

"Boo." Azize was standing right beside the door, against the wall, out of view of the camera and most people coming through the door, but in a clear waiting position that read as pretty inconspicuous. "You're with me."

Sinau jumped despite still being warned that a friendly operative was out there. She only shifted subtly but it was an embrassingly noticeable about. She was going to be jumpy, now more then ever. "Understood." Sinau whispered under her breath, loud enough to be heard and comprehended by only those meant to hear it... probably at least. The woman rolled up her sleeves to make the appearance of 'I'm off to do some kind of manual labor' look vaguely convincing. She was a frankly shit liar, but if she shut up she had a good poker face.

Autumn nodded, roughly knowing how they were planning to do what they were exactly doing here.

"They should teach you guys techniques against passive telepathic invasion, by the way. Bring it up to your superiors sometime." Azize started walking away without further notice, in the direction of the security office. Did they know that telepathy without consent was illegal in the Federation? Yes. Did they care? No, and criminals didn't either. "It's right this way," she commented eventually, before turning a corner.

Garcia let a laugh out at the attempt to scare them. Good, their help had sense of humor! “Oh that has been brought up before, believe me!” And she merrily walked after the agent.

Saith was repeating something under his breath, something inaudible, doing his best to keep his head held high and his hands steady. He could do this. Everything was going to be fine.

He offered the Ensign a reassuring glance and a reassuring nod, hoping that might help ease his nerves somehow, even if he himself was struggling with his own mind and the scenarios that it was drawing.

Four followed up the rear with their group. Making sure to do a wide sweep of the area as they looked for the operative that was supposed to lead them.

A tough-looking Reman stood in the middle of the corridor, facing the group of undercovers as they approached him. "Jackal?" he signed, using the SSL sign (which was, aside from "Moon", the only SSL he knew. He learned for the Federation folks he was going to need to take care of). This was the person they were supposed to meet, according to Maiek.

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The small gesture was much appreciated, and while he didn't look back, his shoulders did relax just barely. Oh— "Moon," Saith signed in reply, offering a weary little smile to their tour guide.

He was keeping a cool head so far, nodding at their tour guide, all after taking a deep breath and keeping his focus on the mission at hand.

At Saith's signed response, Starboard nodded, before switching to Romulan Sign Language. "That's all I know," he signed, slow enough for most people with some grasp on sign language to follow, "So I will switch to Romulan Sign Language. Follow me. Your friends will be happy to see you." With that message, he began walking down to Cell 013, where he knew their people were. (edited)

He wasn't sure if anyone else in the group knew standard sign language, but since he knew romulan sign language, he decided to translate into standard sign as they walked. It was his own way to be useful.

Four knew Romulan sign language, but did appreciate the standard translation. They had practiced it much more recently than Romulan sign language. They made a note to update their data banks once they were safe and sound at 777.

He followed quietly, fidgeting with the end of his jacket. He missed his Starfleet uniform...

"It feels less itchy if you fold in the ends. Just make sure to unroll them once we get close. Wouldn't want you to get a uniform violation. Thankfully, the stress will mask the itch. At least in our experience." Four whispered to Saith. They hoped that would help. Even if it was just a little.

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Establishing post to tell you all that Eshen is here. Sorry, I'm still sick. "Hmmm..." He practiced some of the RSL motions. He knew Rihansu, but the only sign he knew was standard.

"Oh— thanks.." He grinned sheepishly, not tucking in the ends since they weren't far off, but still appreciated the tip.

Walking a short way down the hall, Starboard stopped in front of a door that was not marked in any distinct way, and yet, with confidence, he opened the door for everyone. "Your friends are here," he signed, before moving aside to let his little group walk into #prison-cells-01 .