Star Trek: Starbase 777 - security-office

Azize led the way unwaveringly into the security office, nodding to herself when there was nobody inside who was... currently awake to snitch on them. "Free range," she told the engineers as she plopped herself down in a chair, eyes trained on the door and hand on her disruptor.

She clapped her hands together. “Right, let’s start this party!” She approached the consoles and stopped. “Yeah… should have seen that one coming.” She commented to herself before taking out her PADD and running a translation program interface on it, connectable to the console.

Sinau looked around the room. Why this was some pathetic display of security. Truly harbingers of control and force. If control meant not paying attention, and force meant sleeping on the job. Some boring gig. Closer look though and she found that no, they were not off in lala land of their own accord. Damn, these operatives knew how to clean house for them. Good thing they were on the trigger side of the barrel now. The woman scooted by a guard, tempted to check if their heart was still going, but she decided to let herself remain curious and moved on. Looking over at Garcia. "You um.... can't read Romulan? I can help. I know it fluently." Sinau offered, she was polylingual in several languages, one of them being Romulan as she grew up on one of their planets. The one that got fucking consumed by a super-nova. "Just ask me what something means. I think our people are heading to cell one. I'm gonna loop the hallway cameras and room monitors. Check for alerts." The Romulan stated, she was in her element now, hunched in some shitty chair messing with terminals and devices. "Somebody keep an eye out for patrols as well." She said, starting the process of breaking up some of the protections the server had in place. Plucking her PADD from her pocket and linking it to the terminal.

”No no, lieutenant. My program is capable of translating. If I were to rely on you for every word on this screen, I would become dead weight and would definitely hinder your progress as well. But thank you!” She smiled at Sinau and set to work on the emergency alarms through her interface with the program already translating what she needed to know, it was time to bring them down. There would be no alerts on their shift!

Emergency alarms turned off with ease, hallway camera's and room monitors being looped in an inconspicuous several hour loop. It was almost like nobody really expected this prison to be attacked from the inside out, or to be attacked at all, really. They were free to go down the rest of their checklist, and secure the way out.

”These are the guys that took down our entire starbase?” Garcia whistled. “On that thought… they probably will think that of us too. Alright, emergency alarms are off and I am moving in to the transporters.” She made sure to provide Sinau with feedback on her end.

The transporters too were fairly easily hijacked, and with some effort, could be used to remotely transport any tags from within the prison to any of the warbirds. Now to make sure there were warbirds ready for them...

She moved on. Even with the language barrier, thanks to her program she was quick. The warbirds were next. She identified the ones that had been previously selected for the escape and made sure to ground every single other vessel in the hangar.

You're the goat, Garcia. Goatcia.

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"You're almost done, then? The first transporter tags have been placed," Azize informed Garcia, without letting her know how she knew that. They were too far away from anyone here to sense that telepathically, right?

"Maintenance for the rest of time..." Autumn muttered to themselves, working on sealing the hangar bays to prevent any small craft from hindering their escape.

”I guess we’ll see them again in 999+ years.” She couldn’t for the life of her keep that one inside at Autumn’s comment.

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"Physical evidence that could tie us to base is being purged. I'll try to remove the manifests that contain the identities of our people." Sinau explained after she finished the camera looping. In an hour they should return to the empty state and that frame will hopefully replace previous ones. The goal was to keep people's identities unknown for a while. They'd of course know that a group escaped, but without traceable figures like faces and biological code they would be hard to find... an extra precaution. Sinau shot everything out, it should be cleared when they are gone. If all things go smoothly. No alarms would be set off until those files are purged... if things went to plan of course.

After a while of work, and nobody coming in or out thankfully, Port spoke up again. "You've all been lovely company, but it's time to go now." She stood up from where she was sitting, unholstering her disruptor. "The guard's about to change, and all your friends have been beamed out. I'm going to need you all to beam yourself to your warbird, too. Leave the rest of it to us."

”Alright!” Garcia disconnected her PADD and gathered everything as to be ready to leave. “Thank you… just genuinely. Well you already know I mean it, hah.” She smiled one last time, before touching her tag and feeling the beam of light encase her, the infiltration part of the mission finally over.

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She was going to miss those silly guys. But, listening to Rojin's communication, and knowing that there was more to come, she steeled her resolve, bringing Starboard into the loop. There was still work to be done.