Star Trek: Starbase 777 - left-turbolift-entrance

To the turbolift he went! But not to ride it. Sneakily.

He also had arrived to the turbolift with his group.

There was no riding the turbolift right now, anyway. The doors didn't open at all when the group were in proximity to them. They seemed to be sealed shut.

“Try the ID again?” She asked.

Eshen nodded. Good idea.

Allan also went to the now-unblocked turbolift sneakily, and then looked at the doors. Hm. "Yeah, maybe," he said, and tried with the ID once more.

The ID didn't work, unfortunately, the computer giving a dull tone as if to say 'access denied' and flashing up a small screen in an angry red. It seemed that Agent Jirkadat's access levels weren't high enough to undo whatever sort of lockdown had been placed upon the turbolift.

"Ah.. erm.. maybe we should get another ID?" He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Worth a shot, we don’t have another alternative. Well- a quiet one that is.” She muttered.

[Comms] "Lieutenant Allen is quite capable of hacking systems. He is the alternative - if he would like to give it a shot, that is."

“Right, apologizes.” She motioned to Allen, stepping back a bit.

[Comms] "And set up the trap first. If there are hostiles in that lift, they'll get beamed back to our brig immediately."

"Yeah, hold on, I'm gonna try this, if it fails we might need granny's ID though," he said, and then scanned the ID with a small key device that was intended for altering information on keycards, a pretty simple and cheap device but pretty useful nonetheless. He attempted to scan through the code once the identification card was read into the device and looked for any line of code that would signal a level of access, something that was usually pretty standard in key cards from hotel rooms to office doors to, well, ship turbolifts. "You guys can set the trap while I do this, probably."

Eshen nodded. "And if that doesn't work - I think you suggested getting that old lady's ID earlier, right, Am'el? Did she seem like she was higher clearance? You could run back and get it, coast's clear. Not yet, though, we'll see if Allan succeeds. You can do it, Allan!" Then he got to work setting up the trap outside the lift, however that worked, as ordered.

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She decided to assist Eshen for now, as she lay her toolkit beside her.

The player who does Voris forgot what the trap was exactly like, so have this filler text as he does orders.

Allen could have made a business out of reprogramming people's hotel key-cards and robbing their rooms. There was already a setting there to change the ID's level of access to a higher clearance, so it didn't take much to change the card to that instead.

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Allan changed it to that, then, whatever highest clearance it allowed and then saved the card and put the device back into his bag. Amatuer, really! He looked at the rest of the group. "Is the trap ready to go?"

"Yes!" Probably!

“Ready.” She muttered.

"I am ready." He kept a quiet tone.

"Cool." He said, and then he showed the ID card to the turbolift once more, and hopefully it'd work alright and there weren't 5000 agents in the turbolift waiting to kill them or something.

The doors slid open. The lights inside of the turbolift didn't click on, but despite that it was still evident that there wasn't a single guard in the turbolift.

He squinted his eyes, looking at his teammates as if asking if they found anything suspicious that the lights were off.

“Light off. That’s reassuring…” She didn’t move in yet, but merely looked inside.

Eshen pointed dramatically. "Into the turbolift we go!" It should be noted that I'm using exclamation marks to suggest enthusiasm, not volume.

He grumbled. Well, If no one else was stepping in, he might as well. Voris slowly steps into the turbolift with much anticipation that someone might randomly appear and attack him.

She followed suite, that Romulan skepticism still on her face.

No one magically appeared from anywhere in the turbolift, but it still didn't do anything, either. The lights remained off, and while the doors had unlocked and slid open to let them in, they didn't close again. It was as if by some sort of fail-safe they had opened, but now there wasn't enough power to do the rest.

Allan looked at the turbolift panel or whatever it was inside of the turbolift to try and see what was up here. Maybe they just needed to redirect some power?

"Maybe there's one of those hatches in the turbolift ceiling and we could climb up? Anyone with weak noodle arms can piggyback me, I don't mind." He flexed his arms, the very opposite of noodles, or possibly the world's swolest noodles. (edited)

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The Andorian-Vulcan just stayed silent. He was the exact opposite, tall, and very slender. Voris blinked a few times, waiting to see if anyone else would offer before him.

“I could go.” Wouldn’t be her first time crawling up a shaft.

"Anyone have any better ideas?" He asked, because he couldn't read Allan's thoughts and follow his idea.

There was a maintenance hatch above, but the next level of the base was down the way. The LCARS console on the wall was also switched off, seemingly devoid of power.

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"Panel's off too," Allan said, trying to lift the panel up a bit and carefully give it a quick little bzzzt of power to see if that would do anything.

"Alright, so actually we need to go down, but we can't until the power is back on..." Eshen rubbed his chin in thought.

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23:27

"...Are you trying to hotwire that panel, Allan?"

Allan nodded. "Yeah, especially if we need to go down. Unless there's some stairs nearby we're missing out on... or tubes?"

[Comms] "There's no indication of any form of other way of getting to the second deck, I'm afraid. But you lot do have Engineering and Operations staff down there. How would you normally fix a turbolift that doesn't have power any more?"

“One way is to simply rewire it to an active power source, but I’d be hesitant to try anything until we know for sure what goes where.”

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"I mean, it's not broken, is it? It just needs power. We'd need to give it a power source. Last time I was in a place without power we hooked up our phasers to it, but I've no idea if that would work with a lift."

He simply stood idly. Technology for turbolifts were absolutely not in his skillset. Voris began twisting his antennae as an idle stim.

"Also, not having any tubes or stairs is a health and safety risk and I'm telling this to Elwyn when we meet her again."

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23:35

Also, retcon note: Eshen definitely would have asked Vorin to tag those unconscious guys when he asked him to check on them earlier, this roleplayer just forgor.

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"Oh, right. We can try that, with the phasers, or we can route it from the control panel back in the corridor." Local engineer forgets how to engineer because roleplayer also forgor, but everybody forgets the basics sometimes!

"Let's try the second thing first, so we can keep our phasers if it works."

"Bet. Lemme just look out there before we go-" he looked out the doors and into the corridor. Was there anything outside the doors coming down the corridor towards the turbolift, or was everything headed away?

Funny you should ask! Out in the corridor there were two separate halves of a mobile sentry just plodding along, one half minding its own business, and the other shooting at Saren down the corridor. They were heading up in the direction of the turbolift area.

"Oh. There's some fucked up robot shit shooting at Saren coming towards us, actually." Allan looked back at the rest of the group. "We shoot at it orrrr?"

Upon seeing the mechanical monstrosity, he immediately slipped into a corner of the turbolift. Even if the thing wasn't focused onto him, he'd rather stay out of the line of sight regardless.

"Could you just... Close a bulkhead on it? Crush it?" Eshen asked.

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23:50

"Maybe Saren can lure it to that one you opened already by running in that direction, and then as soon as its in the doorway, you close the bulkhead."

“Maybe we could rig a phaser to overload and throw it under? Never tried it though.”

He looked at his phaser. "I really don't need my phaser, if you guys want to try that..." Voris held out his phaser.

Cover, cover, cover, holy shit, his mind urged as soon as the shooting started. Did it react to outside stimuli, like shooting and movement? Should he just... let it leave? But it may be dangerous to-- oh fuck, the others. No no no. In an act of desperation, Saren aimed all the way up, at the ceiling right above the shooty bastard of a half-robot, cutting a rather big circle in there, perfect size to be dropped down on it as soon as he finishes it. It may not damage it enough, but maybe it'll... stall? Get confused by the sensations? Something will break off???

She held out her hand, doing the “gimme” hand move, gesturing for the doctor to hand the weapon over.

Nodding, he handed the phaser to Am'el. He mentally felt relieved with the phaser out of his hand.

The sentry (or sentry halves) had been stopped for the time being by Saren's efforts. They just seemed to be moving back and forth while trying to get out from beneath the metal panel. It certainly wasn't firing upon anyone any more, and hadn't seemed to as long as it wasn't being fired upon in the first place.

She slowly put it back after seeing… well, she wasn’t sure. The view wasn’t exactly great, but the big gun thingy was stopped.

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She still had her tools out, so she immediately went to trying to get the lift back up and running.

"Nice going, Saren, you really crushed it," Eshen said over comms. "Right, since that's the robot taken care of, let's try the rerouting from the control panel - ah, good, Am'el, you're already started."

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It seemed to be a standard hatch you’d find on any starfleet ship, which perhaps was lucky. Am’el quickly began re-wiring, and a few moments, the lift turned back on.

For the sake of the Narrator confirming: the turbolift had in fact turned back on. The console sparked to life, the lights turned on, and it was ready to transport the team downwards to the second floor whenever they were ready. There was a concerning amount of shouting coming from up the corridor, though. It might have been a good time to regroup...

"Good work, Am'el! Now it might be a good time to regroup," Eshen said, coincidentally. "The others can come down in the lift with us."

"I agree. The sound is getting concerning. I want to check if everyone is alright." Voris stated in response.

"Let's be off, then. I'm hearing some... very concerning things over comms." He seemed pretty calm about it, though. That's Vulcans for ya. Eshen walked towards the #armoury. (edited)

Nodding, he walked after Eshen. Voris was now a bit unsettled over what he heard from the comms as well. "Sounds... like a mess."

Eshen entered the turbolift, hopefully with everyone else in tow.

They got into the turbolift.

The Romulan was right behind them, deep in thought.

Eshen hummed some sort of song quietly as presumably everyone got in and the doors closed and they were stuck in the longest ever turbolift ride until the event started again. "So... Five-minute amateur therapy session, anyone?"

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She stared at him. Not the time.

He stared back. It absolutely was the time. They had nothing to do in the elevator and everyone had just been through something incredibly traumatic. He wanted to make sure people were losing their minds a little less before they went down into the next section and lost their minds a little more.

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“Fine.” They said.

16:23

“I feel awful about all this. I’ve been way too violent. My mom would really not approve of this.” They told Eshen.

The Romulan sat quietly, absent minded, and not really there. She was mumbling in Rihannsu, only one other could make out what she was saying.

The universal translator was still active, so anyone could make out what she was saying.

C'Telle sat against the wall, cross-legged with his tail curled nearly around his paws. "Mm." Was all he said. Weariness had overcome him, along with the jarring experience they had all just gone through. "I don't... think I've made the best choices so far."

Eshen nodded. "I know it's hard in the heat of the moment not to see them as enemies instead of people, but you do have to try. Jericho and Dagis, our team leaders, were victims of circumstance, and you could be in their shoes just as they once were. I know some Vulcan breathing techniques if anyone wants to learn them with me! It's important to keep a calm head in battle - that's something both sides of my heritage have taught me."

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“Yeah, why not.” C’Sara said. Anything to keep from flipping out again.

"Sure." He shrugged, looking up at Eshen. "Erm... thanks." In his weariness, he found it easiest to go with what was happening around him. And he thought he would benefit from some breathing techniques.

She let out a brief sigh, before looking toward Eshen. “Any plan?”

He sighed, shifting his weight to lean against the wall. "They were in posession of a bioweapon. Radioactive particles that would warp it's victims DNA, turning them into stone. A portable, pocket-sized Medusa. It was used to wipe out a whole Romulan senate. And it was planned to be used in bigger, scarier proportions..." He closed his eyes, a crease appearing between his brows. "I can't believe that Section 31 would come in posession of such things. I am terrified of the possibilities. No life should suffer exposure to things like that. They had to get it from someone."

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After a minute of slow breathing as well as a few repetitive Vulcan mantras that reminded one to put logic and serenity over anger and adrenaline, Eshen replied, "The plan is to calm down so we can have clear heads. Keep phasers out so we can shoot anything we might see when they elevators open with a high-intensity beam, and keep holding the button when you shoot. Their armour can only absorb so much energy."

“High intensity beam. Got it.” They replied.

He turned to Saren. "Your fears and concerns are valid. If it helps, I think it's likely Starfleet will investigate this afterwards. Perhaps some of the people we've captured will be able to tell us where they got it from! For now, try not to dwell on the mystery." (edited)

"I dwell on mysteries and call them plots. I'm a Romulan, it's what we do," Saren chuckled, though some strain from his posture had seemingly gone away. He adjusted the settings on his phaser - just to be safe. "I hope that the actual developments won't be as bad as the ones I imagined. And... thank you, daehlen."

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“I pray we today isn’t the day where romulan paranoia is correct…” She muttered, holstering her rifle.

C'Telle nodded, standing back up and pulling out his own phaser.

Aw. Daelhen. That made him feel warm and fuzzy, which was probably the best anyone was feeling in the elevator right now. "You're welcome, daehlen. Indeed, Am'el - now, unless anyone has anything else they want to say or any ideas for a plan once the elevator reaches it's destination, I suggest we focus on staying calm and... Well, focused."

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He had entered the turbolift a while back, though he stayed silent as if somewhat in meditation. A lot already had happened and he wanted to keep a clear mind. Voris eventually opened his eyes again with his antennae curved.

After a while of moving - slowly, considering how power to the turbolift had mostly been cut and it wasn't back up to optimal standards - the turbolift slid to a halt at #left-turbolift-exit.

Eshen exited cautiously, phaser raised.

“Here we are. May we all see to the end of this day.” She muttered, cautious.

C'Telle growled, alert again, and he followed.

With a silent inhale, he followed after Eshen with a phaser in one hand and the medical kit in the other.

Allan, who was absolutely here the entire time and just had not much to say, also exited after the group with phaser in hand, carefully.

He exited right after them, already on high alert.