Star Trek: Starbase 777

She rolled down the hall and into the hanger.

He wobbled down the hall, looking around before finally entering the hangar.

Zeza nearly jogged down the hallway toward the shuttlebay still attempting to maintain the look of professionalism even if she was giddy with excitement. (edited)

After exiting the lift, Mona continue down the hall to the shuttle bay.

Styre walked with the Lieutenant into the corridor. "So, you're a scientist. What is your specialty?

”Terraforming generally, and more specifically anthropology and archaeology.” She moved out of the way to let a cleaning team past before she caught back up with Styre. “Before this I mostly worked on archaeology vessels.”

“An interesting specialty, what made you wish to pursue that career choice?” Styre inquired stoically.

She shrugged "Just seemed cool. Researching old cultures and preparing worlds for life. Can't really say more than that."

"A fascinating field to be sure. And why did you pursue CSO?" he inquired further, his voice and emotions remaining completely blank.

”On some level it sorta just happened. Been on four different posts before this one, so I was probably going to get noticed eventually.” She is far more animated than Styre. “But also I like both the respect and responsibility that comes with it, so there’s also that.”

Ugh: He made his way to the shuttlebay with his phaser at his hip. No chances to be taken especially with androids. (edited)

”Do you believe you’re qualified for such a position, Lieutenant?” His question was merely for small talk, his ears twitching slightly as he spoke.

"I've filled it in a temporary aspect before, so yes I feel very ready for my first complete CSO job." She smiled with pride at how far she had come.

"Understood. Science is my specialty as well, so do not hesitate to ask if you require my assistance. Though I am sure we've got plenty of qualified scientists aboard." He gave a quick nod. as he entered the #turbolift

'Mister spikes.' Had he not been in the captain and commander's presence he would've unapologetically yelled this poor cadet down on the spot, and no, whether she burst into tears or resigned altogether or whatever else she chose to do in the moment was of no concern to him. Nobody dared speak about him that way, much less in front of a commanding officer, not aboard the Temer and certainly not in the Vanguard Fleet. Shocking. All there was was a displeased downward twist to his lips as he strode on towards the turbolift besides L1. (edited)

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Wheatley stood by Hop's side at all times, nervously fiddling with his fingers. The lieutenant's mere presence was giving the poor man anxiety so bad that he only calmed down when he left to the turbolift with L1.

By the expression on the Lieutenant’s face, Hop knew she’d overstepped, and she braced herself for a stern talking to. She wasn’t sorry for what she’d called him, though. He was being unreasonably mean. “How are you feeling, by the way? Sorry! I shoulda asked earlier. I was just so excited!” She said to L1.

Looking to the others she nodded. Though, still wishing to be nice she opened a small slot and pulled out a small toy. Nothing more than an odd looking bobble head. "Since you seem stressed I thought you would want this." She says handing it to Ughaz'udan. "As for me I am well, battery banks have been filled, and all are functional."

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“I’ve been better. Thank you for asking.” Mona smiled although subtly. She continued down the hall to the station’s turbolift. “L1 for now you’ll be in quarters aboard the station, I hope they’re adequate enough for you, please let us know if you need anything else.”

"That's good to hear! Do you know where you were going before the pirates attacked your ship? I'll bet we can send you there. How long were you out, did you say?" Hop wanted to help L1 feel as comfortable as she could, after the Lieutenant's rather unkind request. She knew she wouldn't much like to be held under constant surveillance if she'd just woken up from a stress sleep after her ship had been attacked by pirates.

L1 shook her head. "I was not programmed with a person to assist. Currently I am assigned to this ship. As for the stress there was none as there was only a .000000001% chance that they would find me after they followed the other jettisoned pods." L1 said as she continued walking. "Oh, and if you wish to monitor me I see no qualms with this. Most wish to monitor androids as they mistrust them."

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How the hell were destressing and receiving toys linked? How- why- what? Poor Ughaz'udan looked utterly befuddled as he was handed the toy; he elected to simply keep it away and say nothing, mostly because he couldn't come up with reasonably sensible things to say in the moment.

It seemed nothing within the engineering ring had changed in her absence. Officers still scurried around seemingly too busy to slow down - there was rarely any sort of emergency and yet Operations and Engineering always seemed to be on the go, busy with something or other. She had always encouraged them to slow down for once in a while but it seemed they never could. Giving nods of acknowledgement and offering the occasional small talk here and there as she walked amongst those working there.

The Ferengi exited the turbolift into the corridor and started making her way down the hallway, PADD in one had, admission fee box in the other. She kept glancing at her PADD, which actually had a map on it, until she eventually came across her office, which she promptly entered.

The teams moved all through out the corridor. Many entered the tiurbolifts splitting into teams throughout the Station.

It took Wheatley an eternity in his eyes, but he finally got to the Engineering ring and he immediately went to hide somewhere for safety precautions. Checking if his phaser was set to kill, he took a deep breath and quietly made his way through the never-ending darkness.

He raced down the corridor, now following dim emergency lighting in addition to his tricorder to locate the explosives. (edited)

After crawling out the tubes he turned round to face the guards and pretended to act surprised. He stretched his hands out in front of him. "Don't shoot!! I'm on your side! Well, not officially but we have the same goals!"

"Explain yourself now or we shoot." They said very confused as they looked at each other then back at him.

"Look," He took a deep breath. This was suicide. "There are a lot of valuable items on this station and I'm here to get them. I've already got a bunch of stuff in this bag, and I know where there's more." What the fuck was he doing?!?!

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"So you want to trade us? Couldn't we just shoot you and take them for ourselves?" Said the Andorian to the Logan their weapon still raised. (edited)

"Kill me and you lose the locations of everything else I aim to get. You know what, as a sign of good faith and trust, I'll give you something from my bag hold on..." He pulled out a whole ass phaser rifle and discreetly set it to overload when the trigger was pressed. "...Take this, Starfleet special issue taken straight from a hidden cache." (edited)

"Thanks, I mean I guess there is no harm in it. You lead us to the other caches and we will let you live. Sound like a deal?" The one Andorian said as he reached out a hand to Logan.

"It's a deal!" Logan shook the hand as he gave the Andorian the tampered weapon. "That rifle is not to be messed with, just so you know. Go on, give it a test fire and see for yourself."

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"Alright..." The Andorian tested the weapon on the bulkhead behind Logan.

At the very last second Logan dived away as the rifle exploded, engulfing the two guards in a ball of fire and most likely blowing the door to Engineering off it's metaphorical hinges.

The doors were open there was only two very chared bodies in the way between Logan and Engineering.

Logan got back up and looked at the bodies. "Waste of a good rifle." He muttered as he walked into Engineering. How the hell did he survive that by just bullshitting his way through.

[D] Logan could hear the phasers and disruptor shots being fired in main Engineering.

"By the way.... Sorry if talk too much, I get talkative when I'm nervous and nervous is something i most definitely am right now." Wheatley explained to the Captain, adjusting his large, square shaped glasses.

She popped up from the Jefferies and looked around with phaser rifle in hand. Once she saw that she the captain and cadet she lowered her rifle and smiled a bit. No time for chit chat however, to engineering!

"By the way.... Sorry if talk too much, I get talkative when I'm nervous and nervous is something i most definitely am right now." Wheatley explained to the Captain, adjusting his large, square shaped glasses.

@Ensign Wheatley Pendleton | ENG (@Anya) - jump "Pirates have boarded the station, taken our weapons and resources, and are trying to blow it up. And it's my first day as XO here. You have every right to be nervous." They stopped at a Jefferies tube. "How well do you think you can climb? We need to go up about 5 rings to get to Sickbay."

"Oooohh no.... I can... Uh. Oh bloody- I can try.... I think." He gulped nervously, looking down at his wound to see if he can.

"Don't worry, I can help you get up and we can take rests on each deck. How's that?" Logan gently put Wheatley down next to the hatch and opened it. "One thing's for sure, we have a long climb ahead of us..."

"I bet..." Wheatley smiled awkwardly, putting his already fucked up glasses in his pocket to hopefully fix them up later. "So! Er- Shall we go? The sooner we go, the sooner we'll get there."

He soon began thinking about Hop. He was worried about her, hoping and almost pleading to convince himself that she had survived this ordeal. But shaking his head, Wheatley soon convinced himself that she was okay because such a bright spirit could not be put out like that, and promised to himself he would find her as soon as possible. Little did he know..

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"This station? This was my first day." She was looking at Hopper as she stepped out of the lift.

"Wow... what a first day, huh?It was sorta mine too. I went out before with the captain and Commander and Wheatley to save L1, but that was an unofficial-official first day. Where did you work before?" A little of her cheeriness was coming back.

"I worked on the USS Fortitude as the ACSO, though quite a few times I served as CSO." She smiled seeing the Cadet's charm coming back.

Hearing the both talking in the hallway immediately set him on panic, but when he recognized one of their voices.... He couldn't believe it. It was Hop!! She was okay!! Immediately scrambling to get out of the tubes, Wheatley kicked open the already half-open hatch and got up in such a way, he slipped and fell down with a loud THUD. "Hop!! You're oka—aaaAAII- OW."

Lilian jumped nearly out of her skin. "Is this uh... Ensign Pendleton?"

"Wait! You're senior-" She was cut off by the sudden arrival of her friend. She'd heard the familiar sound of someone squirming through the tubes before Wheatley came unceremoniously flopping out of the hatch. When she saw him, and saw him fall, she raced over, nearly tipping her chair over as it came to a screeching stop and she slid out of it and onto the floor, putting her arms around Wheatley in a big hug. "You!" She yelled! "I'm so happy to see you! Why were you in the tubes? Why are you bleeding?? Oh Lord, Wheatley! You're bleeding!!"

"I'm happy to see you too!! I- I thought they had caught you and the others, I'm so bloody glad that's not the case! Man alive, I'm so happy to see you two...." He wrapped his long arms around Hop and just held her close, relieved for a moment before she had asked about his wound. "And oh, that? Was caught in the crossfire in main engineering.... Hurts like hell. Also i was in the tubes because me and the captain of the Eventide were going to climb up to the hospital ring! Though I'm not sure if i would've made it through..."

05:09

He soon turned to the lieutenant and squinted his eyes, putting on his fucked up glasses to take a better look at the other. "....uh- Hello, um... Lieutenant! Eheheh, sorry for the scare.."

"No worries Ensign, do you need us to help you to the hospital deck? The turbolifts are back on." She smiles at the two. "And yes Cadet, I am the CSO of the Eventide." (edited)

"Get in the chair! We're going to take you wether you like it or not! Geeze, Wheatley! It looks so bad, and you were going to climb up five rings through the tubes? You're crazy!" She pushed herself up onto wobbling legs for the second time today, biting her lip, but giving no other indication of how much doing this hurt. She leaned on the chair and dragged her crutches out of their clip.

"Do you need me to push you ensign? Or can you move yourself fast enough in the chair."

"That'd be truly appreciated on my part, lieutenant. And wot?! I- The chair is yours, you don't need to do that for me!- I can walk perfectly fine, see?" He got up on his unnaturally long legs and made a little pose, like a wall lizard on stilts. It was hilarious.

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"Sit down ensign." There was a hint of suppressed laughter to her voice.

"Help! Please!" Called a hand under some rubble as it waved around. "I would like to get up now."

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Lilian looked over. "Cadet, I hate to ask this of you... but can you get the ensign up to the hospital ring and I'll dig this poor officer out."

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"It's okay! I just need it for long distances. I can walk alright with these!" She tapped his foot with one of her crutches, grinning at him, "And I know that hurts, so don't pretend like it doesn't." She added in a slightly lower voice. She turned around and saluted Lilian, "Aye aye, skipper!" She crutched over to the hand, bent down, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry! The Science lady is gonna get you out!"

"Before you two leave Ensign Wheatly Pendleton. I saw Lieutenant Dyke get impaled a while back. As of now you are my acting ACEO. Mostly ceremony at this point but, you should know. I trust you to be my right hand." She was smiling under the rubble but, no one would know that.

Lilian grunted as she started to shift the various pipes and metal debris that covered the unknown officer. "Don't worry, I'll have you out of there soon!"

"Oooohh, i see- Clever, reeeeally clever." *He smirked, but soon saw Zeza and went over to them to help out the best he could, but literally just froze in place when he heard that he was getting promoted like... Well, this. "Huh?!- You're- Wait, you're promoting me?! I- Thank you, but first we need to get you out!!"

"Wait... Commander, is that you under there?" It had taken a moment because of how muffled her voice was, but Hop realized that she recognized the voice. She dropped down to the floor again and cleared away a little tunnel into the pile of rubble, letting some light and air in. She laid her head down on the dirty carpet to look in. "Are you alright?? Don't worry! we can get you out!" She felt a little of the panic coming back, though it was less since the others were near.

"Cadet they'll be fine. You need to get Ensign Pendleton up to medical before he loses too much more blood. I'm more than capable of digging them out." She smiled at the other two as she levered a big plate out of the way.

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"We have to get her out!!" Wheatley grabbed onto a large piece of rubble and tried moving it away from her, grunting loudly in pain and gasping out as blood pooled onto his uniform. "...damn it...."

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"Acting Ensign. I don't have the ability to promote you with out several admirals arguing about it." Chuckled. "I am fine, I think this is nice place if I have a nicr Andorian ale. I would think I was on a beach." She joked it was cold kind of reminded her of home though.

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She looked up at the Lieutenant with fearful puppydog eyes, and back down at the pile of rubble covering the Commander, then saw what Wheatley was doing and shoved herself back up. "Okay... but you have to come up and tell us you're alright, Commander." She negotiated as she removed her uniform jacket and began tying it around Wheatley's waist in an effort to stop the bleeding. "Come on, Wheatley. It'll be okay! The Lieutenant is good at taking care of people. She took care of me when I was... in real bad shape earlier." She sounded like she was convincing herself as much as Wheatley.

"Ensign Pendleton you will go up to hospital now, that is an order." She pulled back another panel, revealing one of Zeza's eyes.

Her crutches clattered as she was very unceremoniously placed in her chair. She gave a little huff, not terribly enthused about being moved without permission. But she let it go, since Wheatley hadn't known her for very long, and really couldn't have any idea how much she hated it when people moved her without thinking. "Come on, mister 'I'm bleeding all over the place, but I'm fine'. She'll be alright." She grabbed Wheatley's hand and began rolling down the corridor, back to the lift.

"I'm not bleeding that much, am I??" He turned to Hop and tilted his head before entering the lifts with her.

She gritted her teeth as she wrenched another plate loose. They hypospray on her ribs had started to wear off. “Alright almost got you out.”

"Thanks for your help, not sure if anyone was gonna find me. Not that I wasn't having fun down here but, I can't wait to get out. So what is your name? Sorry, I don't believe we have met yet." Zeza said as holding her hand out so Lilian could shake her hand.

"I'm Lieutenant Lilian So." Lilian took the hand, shook it, and then used it to pull Zeza out from under the last of the rubble.

"Thanks Lieutenant So. Wasn't sure if I was gonna make it out of there. I think I owe you dinner or something sometime." Zeza said as she smiled at Lilian. She was happy to make it out of the place in one peice. "So how did we fair in the battle?"

[Comm]"Ughaz'udan to zh'Ashrellil."

[Comm] "Zh'ashrellil here. How's it going Lieutenant?"

[Comm]"You owe me Andorian ale. Are you hurt? The battle was large-scale after all."

"Casualties were... heavy. But we held out long enough for a fleet to get here."

[Comm] “I am fine don’t worry you will get that bottle of Andorian Ale. Almost dying does even stop debts I guess.” She said jokingly.

[Comms]Silence, for all of two seconds. "You WHAT. Where are you?"

“That is good to hear I was afraid that we were gonna lose if I am being honest. We made it.”

[Comms]A long, exasperated sigh. "Commander, where are you? If you nearly died why aren't you in sickbay?"

[Comms] “I am fine. It was a joke. Just covered by some debris.”

”Either way, you promised Wheatley and Hopper you’d stop by medbay, so come on.”

[Comm]"I'll be waiting. I am currently being treated for minor injuries at the moment.";

Zeza walked down the corridor stopping and looking at her PADD. She still had yet to greet the new Ops officer. She walked to the COO's office and rang. She had hoped to meet her before but, there was a battle the new COO would probably understand she thought as she waited for the door to open. (edited)

He entered the corridor and stopped "I've never seen any kind of Engineering area before."

"You haven't? I've seen a few when I visit my family. When I go through the shuttlebay and everything. Either way, it's good to see where everything is." She had said when they walked through the corridor.

He followed her and shrugged. "I suppose that's true, it can't hurt at the very least."

they walk around and look through the rooms before coming back to the entrance of the turbolift.

He stood at the entrance of the turbolift. "Quite the interesting place."

she had nodded "Yeah, it's much bigger than I thought it would be. Anyway, I should probably prepare for checking in with my Commanding Officer." She had walked into the turbolift with him

She walked out and towards the cargo bay, going at quite a pace.

To the airlock she went.

There he goes to the airlock.

Thorne wandered through the corridors to the ship port, keeping a rapid pace to himself.

She enters the corridor after stepping off the turbolift. She stretched her arms up above her head before continuing her walk and scan of the place.

She left the lower ship port or whatever and headed for the turbolift. She wasn't as annoyed as she was after the chatroom surprisingly but was a simply just a little concerned for the guys mental state. Whole exciting, his life seemed to be pretty lonely. She walked into the turbolift.

Lucian paced through the corridor, checking his pockets once more as he entered the turbolifts.

He walked from the COO's office (edited)

He once more returned to the engineering ring, planning on once more wandering around until he found something of interest or he got notified that his ship had been unloaded. He saw the hatch to main engineering and decided to just take a look

Wheatley went through the normal route, going straight to work. Putting on his headphones but leaving one out to hear stuff, he made his way into main engineering.

He exited engineering and walked to the lift

He made his way through the corridors and was almost at the lift when he decided to stop, leaning against one of the walls and checking if everything was in his bag. He was quite often forgetful and didn't want the problem to go after it all over again.

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When he made sure everything was in place, Wheatley sighed in relief and closed it up again before going to the lifts.

To the shuttlebay!

Ava didn’t even have enough time to curse. She just half-stumbled half-ran down the corridor to the shuttle bay, hoping that maybe Clevenger wasn’t already there.

"So Ava what kind of science do you do?"

“Biology and chemistry,” answered Ava cheerfully, “I’m specialized in marine exobiology. Just now I was looking at some kind of alien bacteria that I haven’t been able to identify. It might be a type of Cyanobacteria. Definitely photosynthetic!” She got excited as she talked about it, but then quickly cut herself off. “Anyways,” she chuckled, “Don’t mind me rambling about my research. Where are you stationed, Clyde?”

He smiled and decided to play up Austin as much as he could around his girlfriend. "I'm chief of security on a parliament class, Austin and I served together there for a couple years. He was my mentor and I don't think I'd be the officer I am today without his help."

Ava smiled. “Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow at Austin as they stepped into the lift.

He walked into Main Engineering.

To main engineering!

Cass strode off of the turbolift and walked with purpose, something she had a habit of in the days following the final battle of the Iconian War. Nevertheless, Cassidy briskly walked towards the CEO’s office.

She rolled down the hall and headed into main engineering.

Down the hallway!

After a hard day's work, Hop was glad when she finally got off shift. She hated leading teams. It was no fun to sit behind a desk in Engineering and tell people what to do. She liked working on the repairs much better. Getting down, out of her chair, climbing around in the guts of the ship, having her hands in the wires, that was what she became an engineer for! Oh well. She rolled to the lift. Maybe she could go run the holodeck program where the shuttle explodes in ten minutes if you don't fix the nacelle right.

He swiftly walked down the hall scowling at everyone he went by.

Cassidy walked briskly to the lift.

Following behind, of course, was Xenon.

Dagis stepped out of the turbolift and made her way down to the entrance of the cargo bay, but waited until everyone was ready before entering.

Mona followed behind her just as she said she would. Pausing outside the doors. Before waiting for everyone just as Dagis did.

She followed.

The Ferengi nodded to the others, before rather casually entering the cargo bay.

The Captain followed swiftly.

The new Chief Science Officer of Starbase 777 quietly walked through the hallway to the turbolift, her bags in tow.

She lingered in the hallways before getting an idea, raising the comm on her shirt as she talked into it.

She made her way to the #deleted-channel.

She continued to help with ensuring everyone was accounted for as they left, keeping calm and radiating this so others would be calm themselves.

She walked down to the ship port, in quite a hurry even.

She guided the anxious Reman down the corridor from the lower ship port to the turbolift.

“What are you talking about? I fell out of my bed this morning.” He replied before they had reached the doors. “I say we steal a runabout instead. A hell of a lot more spacious than a tiny shuttle. I think there’s one available.”

He nodded. "Yeah and they are a lot faster, I want to get as far away from this place as possible... I know some guy who will give us shelter we just need to get to them first." He ran past a few airlock before opening one and climbing into a runabout.

He wasn’t too sure of the layout, but it was extremely convenient that the runabout had an airlock directly connected to it. It was almost like one of those old school VIP jets.

Jes and the rest of the security team arrived swiftly and made their way to the runabout.

Kassell jogged his way to the shuttle bay or wherever the runabout was.

She made her way through the corridor with McChad and the other security officers with the other tactical officer close behind.

Kassell walked with the tactical group. He wanted to see the two officers put behind a forcefield before doing anything else.

She rolled down the hall to main engineering.

20:09

She began to hum softly as she went back to the lift. "High ho, high ho, it's off to work we go..."

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He strode down the hall, humming a song to himself. He never knew where he heard it, but it's been in his head ever since. Cara Mia, cara mia bella....

21:54

And off he goes, into the lifts.

Sauk wandered down the hall, stopping when he found was was labled 'Chief Operations Officer's Office'. He pressed the button to signal that he wished to enter.

She stepped from the lift and made her way to main engineering.

She stepped out into the corridor, supporting Wheatley, walking somewhat awkwardly toward the turbolift.

"Why'd i fall like that... Uuurgh." He mumbled to himself, limping to the turbolift.

“It was my understanding that falling was something out of most beings’ control,” T’Lenar replied, pausing in front of the door to call the lift.

"I was actually hangin' upside down, so my guess would be that i dislocated or broke my foot." He sighed heavily, grumpy.

"Well, doesn't that sometimes help humans when they are stressed, humor?" She asked self consciously, that was the assumption she was going under at the moment

"Sometimes." He said as they walked into the main shuttlebay.

She wordlessly followed the last few steps

As the group walked down the corridor, Haydon didn't talk much.

She noticed the change but followed him and his sister, slightly behind them

"Oh my gosh, it is soooo good to see you again Haydon! You cannot believe the time I've had on the Helforia. It is sooooo exciting. Way too many away missions though, our captain doesn't like transporting, he prefers shuttlecraft, its sooo weird."

"Uh huh..."

She nodded and followed wordlessly, just watching and studying the two

The group got to the lift and waited for it.

"Yeah! And the best part is, we only got 4 helmsman on board, so I do most of the shuttling the captain. Which is great!"

"Uh huh.."

"That sounds very interesting, how long have you been in Starfleet?" She asked as she followed them

"As long as he has, well, sorta. I got extra training so more like 2 and a 1/2, but whos counting."

"Years?" She asked with some confusion, that didn't make sense... she would be an ensign still, right? Eh... it's Starfleet, who knows what's going on?

22:59

She stepped into #deleted-channel

Kassell and a few ensigns rushed down the corridor.

There he goes.

With calculated but quick steps, he went to the COO’s office.

He was very content with the outcome of his meeting with Dagis. Dagis was the most reasonable person on the station so far, he found. He headed to the lifts.

The Ferengi exited her office and headed down the corridor to the lifts.

Wheatley wandered down the hallway in large strides, still a little pained after the unsuccessful stretch.

14:31

And into the lift he goes.

He made his way to the comms labs with calculated and quick steps.

He went to the lift, his steps kind of heavy with weariness.

The Ferengi stepped out of her office and headed down the hallway to the turbolift, staring at her PADD in the process.

She stepped out of the lift. For a while she just silently continued to walk towards the main cargo bay. Then she slightly raised one eyebrow and said: "I do not intend to antagonize you, Lieutenant Emerson. Unless you are incredibly incompetent, which you do not appear to be, or intend to antagonize me, which does not seem to be the case either, I do not see any logical reason for there to be any complications between us." Almost immediately after having said that her eyes went over the doors in the corridor and she added: "Where exactly is the Anaraneite Dilinide-Hypoxate located?"

He made a quick look around the doors and spotted the one entitled 'Main Cargo Bay' "It should just be right in there." He said pointing at the door. "I am glad though that you see it that way, you seem to be quite a good scientist and a good person aswell." He was never really sure how to exactly compliment a Vulcan but, 'you are a good scientist and a good person' was probably one way to do it. "Perhaps once your done with work we can find a chance to meet again?" He was intrigued by the Vulcan scientist and especially by her experiments. He wanted to see if he could find a chance to get to know her better as to understand the nature of her actions.

Evoras nodded and went to enter the room he had pointed at. "What exactly is it you are proposing?" She didn't tend to do much outside of work. Occasionally one of her friends would call her, but asides from that her days were pretty static. As it was she was quite content with her days being filled to the brim with tasks and equations that made the computers complain. Still she was somewhat intrigued, after all social connections with people could be beneficial under certain circumstances.

She came back out of the cargo bay, only to enter the shuttle bay a few doors down the corridor.

They left and made their way to the turbolift.

Down the corridor.

They limped down the corridor to #lower-engineering .

Dagis stepped out of the lift, face buried in her PADD, and headed to her office at a quick pace, avoiding making eye contact with anyone she passed.

Kassell walked down the corridor, heading for the shuttlebay.

After exiting the shuttlebay, Kassell and Lurror started walking down the corridor to a turbolift. "How is everyone else doing on Avenal?" he asked.

"Vria is married now." he stated, walking alongside Kassell.

"Ah. Her and Masorr finally tied the knot?" he asked.

"Actually they broke up two weeks ago." he answered.

Kassell's eye's widened, kind of shocked at what he just heard. He then turned to face Lurror, stopping their stroll. "Broke up? They've been seeing each other for years. Who ended it?" he asked.

"He did. It's 'rumoured' that she started seeing another man two months ago in secret. In other words, she cheated on him." he said.

"Vria... cheating on someone else. I never thought she would do that." he said, turning to continue their walk.

"Love is a powerful thing." he said.

Kassell tapped on the panel, requesting the turbolift to come to this level. "How's the business doing? I hope the fruit has been ripe as ever."

"We've been making good sales. The city and outside settlements have been feasting on the food we sell them." he said.

"That's great to hear. I feared for a moment that the business wasn't doing well." he confessed.

"If we weren't, then we'd would rise back up again. We are Arreks, after all. And we get it done all in swift work." he said.

"... All in swift work." Kassell said in sync with his brother. "Just like father would always say." the turbolift then arrived, allowing them to step in.

Dagis stepped out of her office and started to make her way down the corridor, avoiding making eye contact with anyone she passed. She kept her injured hand to her side, although not swinging her arm to reduce the pain. All the while it throbbed and frankly sat in a somewhat unnatural 'resting' position because she couldn't straighten it out fully without causing more pain, as well as started to visually bruise. She noticed the two Cardassians ahead of her and was glad she wouldn't have to actually walk past them. She stepped into the next available turbolift that was once again, thankfully, empty.

T'Lenar walked down the hall to #lower-engineering .

The Boy emerged, headed for #deleted-channel .

Dagis stepped out of the turbolift and headed down the corridor to her office, of which she promptly entered.

Mo exited the turbolift and arrived at Dagis' door in a similarly prompt fashion, giving it a knock.

Silently thanking the Prophets (and Renakir) for a way out of that conversation, Comet went on to the shuttlebay for work.

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[D] Ah, right, this was where the RPer had left Comet. Well. In any case. Comet finished up their work, getting to know the shuttles and all their quirks, before it dawned on them. They'd never gotten a physical! Should probably get on that. To the turbolift!

[D] Mo was back (back again) for another meeting with Dagis. In the corridor outside her door, he knocked once more. It seemed that was a thing he did intentionally instead of ringing.

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Down the corridor to #shuttlebay .

They walked along the corridor to #lower-engineering to visit their beloved, wonderful, fantastic boyfriend, the love of their life, Wheatley.

To the shuttlebay.

He walked down the corridor.

She continued to follow besides Dots.

Down the corridor they went, swinging their arms as they walked. They’d been trying some mental exercises recently, and Bold Italic was showing up a lot less…they hoped to keep it that way.

Down the corridor, a safe distance from Valleka, towards the turbolifts.

Staaying a stabbing distance away, off to #turbolift .

He walked down the corridor. "First off we will need to find a shuttle pilot..." As he received the crew roster he quickly scrolled through. "There we are, this Jack McLellan fellow would probably be a good start..." As he entered the lift he quickly added. "Computer located Ensign Jack McLellan."

He walked down the corridor.

Dagis exited the turbolift and walked down the corridor at a quick pace, PADD in hand, before entering the shuttlebay.

After he finished up with work he headed down the corridor.

After another successful and uneventful shift, Alizati made his way down the corridor. That's when he noticed a message on his PADD. It was his reminder to complete his physical-- ah, standard protocol but such things were illogical for him. He wanted to send a message to sickbay regarding his unique situation, but that would not follow protocol. As illogical as it seemed, he would have to show up. Maybe he could introduce himself and it would be the shortest physical ever. He made his way to the turbolifts.

Limping down the hall to the turbolifts.

Down the corridor into #lower-engineering , looking for a certain British noodle with a special place in their heart.

He walked down the corridor to his office.

Elwyn stepped out of the turbolift and headed down the corridor, observing their surroundings with bright eyes, until eventually coming to their destination: The CEO's office.

He walked down the corridor.

He headed down the corridor to start work.

On the move…

She walked down to the lift.

He entered the comms lab.

He zoomed through the corridor. Still in his booty shorts, oh man. This was his first crisis situation and he was in booty shorts and listening to Rick Astley! (edited)

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*Entering back into the main corridor much more quietly than before, he began to set some things up near the office, trying to work as quietly as possible while keeping a close eye on the door. After a few minutes, he went back to #lower-engineering . (edited)

Risren arrived almost two minutes after he got the PADD message. His footsteps were surprisingly quiet for the big clunky boots he was wearing as he beelined for main engineering. He glanced at a small weapons cabinet, thought for a moment, and entered some sort of Starfleet-y access code to open it. He grabbed a phaser, shut the door, and continued on.

Late because he was talking about his feelings, but feeling fucking great because of it, Eshen sped down the hall, also grabbing a phaser from a locker as he went. Not a Bat'leth, but it'd Bat'do.

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He walked down the corridor.

After working for a very long time, he walked down the corridor.

Now in Engineering, Alizati walked straight to #lower-engineering.

He darted down the corridor.

Only a few moments after Renakir, Remun came down the corridor as well. He managed to look hurried and perfectly calm at the same time. Impressive.

Zooming down the corridor.

Screem and zoom. He runnin.

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Walking to the shuttle bay…

[D] After washing his hands of blood and retrieving his things after Lt. Voxellus had told him he could leave the brig a bit early after that whole... incident, he was told that there was help needed in #lower-engineering . Luckily, that's something he actually knew how to do, so he made his way there.

Remun went to the lift that was stuck on the engineering deck. The doors were clamped shut, trapping Torre’vnau on the inside, and preventing Remun from coming inside. “Can you hear me, Torre’vnau?”, asked Remun, giving a soft knock at the closed turbolift doors.

"Yeah, hey Takov" Renakir's voice came from behind the lift doors. The turbolifts were surprisingly very soundproof and it was hard for Renakir to speak loud enough so the other could hear. "I've almost got it, but the lights are way too bright in here, these temporary sunglasses are doing practically nothing to help," The hybrid's voice was strained, clearly he was in quite a bit of pain

Remun managed to stay blissfully calm, even in the face of his roommate sounding like he was in pain. He raised his monotone voice to make himself heard. “I will climb through the Jeffrey’s tubes to the lift and try to manually shut off the lights. I assume you will be able to work in the dark?” He was already reaching for the nearest panel in the wall which would allow him to go into the Jeffrey’s tubes.

"If you can do that it would be much appreciated," Renakir's voice echoed from within the lift. His head was neck deep in the side panel trying to disconnect and reconnect wires. He was just trying to get the doors to open, but all the buzzing was taking a toll on him. This was just like the Iconian war, he had similar struggles during that shitfest. Thankfully there was no attacker here, but it was still stressful. More clanging and buzzing came from the lift.

Remun wasted no more times on words. He simply climbed through the entrance in the wall into the #jefferies-tubes.

After comm-ing Pendleton about the heat problem, Remun crawled back out of the tubes, and stood up in the corridor again, smoothing out his uniform briefly.

She walked towards the main shuttlebay.

She returned back down the corridor to the turbolifts.

Sweaty boy is off to the liiiift.

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Allan walked down the corridor to the lift, ready to get some fucking sleep, finally.

He walked down the corridor towards his office.

Allan wouldn't be seeing Bir, Ikki, and Yuch today. Sad. Either way, he walked towards #ceo’s-office .

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He walked down the corridor to the lift.

She walked down the corridor.

After a partially successful trip, she headed to the lifts.

"My chief of engineering, a Vulcan. Wild, but apparently we share an interest in retro tech." Mo pulled the chair behind him and made idle conversation about old world tech with Mika as he walked down the corridor to #turbolift.

“Interesting,” said Mika and didn’t add that she was glad he was finding friends - or something along the lines. She mostly let him talk about old tech, just listening. He still had an illegally pleasant voice - bordering on attractive but she didn’t let her mind go there -, so she didn’t mind hearing him speak. They then entered #turbolift. (edited)

Almost there...hopefully the body wasn't already dead, or they'd have sprinted all this way only to have their patient pass while they were running. That would be very emotionally scarring. They slid into #deleted-channel, panting and winded.

He made his way down the corridors, whistling as he happily adjusted his glasses and entered the turbolift no. 1, his favorite.

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The Ensign exited the main cargo bay at a brisk walking pace, putting her PADD away into her jacket pocket as she walked into the nearest turbolift.

Allan made his way down the corridor, realizing he maybe needed to trim the pants just a bit - just a bit! - shorter, since he found himself constantly looking down to make sure he didn't trip. In reality, the pants weren't actually too long, he just wasn't totally used to wearing swooshy pants other than in that 1920s holosim with Dion and those were extremely swooshy pants and these were only slightly swooshy pants and that somehow made a lot of a difference.

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After a succeesful day of work, Alizati walked down the corridor, heading back to his quarters, Bir, Ikki, and Yuch in toe.

He walked down the corridor.

Holly walked down the corridor with Jo at her side.

Jo followed dutifully after her wife.

[D] After what could only be assumed was an exciting party, Renakir was excited to get back to work and his normal everyday. As always he was dressed in his uniform, clean yellow bands displayed clearly on his uniform along with his pips and of course, his dark sunglasses. A bit of an unusal accessory for a uniform, especially considering they were indoors, but he had a medical reason. Grey skin, black pointed fingernails, prominent forehead ridges, and floppy ears, there was no mistaken him as anything other than a hybrid of some sort. He walked down the corridor with his PADD in hand, he had a few house calls that day and he had to do some more crawling in the jefferies tubes (his favourite part of the day). Hopefully things would go smoothly and he could have a much wanted uneventful day.

A young blue-skinned man, appearing quite disheveled, was seen clamoring down the hall. Dressed in his standard work uniform with red trim and a lone shiny pip denoting the rank of ensign, it was clear another junior officer was lost on the station. Looking around instead of ahead, Oshan nearly collided with the mixed race alien. “My apologies, sir.” Oshan muttered after moving to the side of the narrow corridor and standing tall and at attention. (edited)

Renakir's attention was not as sharp as he thought it was because he nearly collided with another person in the corridor! Thankfully his reflexes were sharp, it was partially his Vulcanoid abilities mixed with his martial arts training that made it easy for him to react and step aside so the two officers didn't collide. "That's quite alright," Renakir said softly, his Federation Standard was pretty good for someone from outside the Federation, a bit strange was his French accent though. "Are you lost, ensign?" He asked, not recognising the andorian, making him believe the man was new and perhaps needed guidance.

Still standing at attention in the face of a higher ranked officer “It appears so, sir. “ He replied.. “I was assigned today to help in Ops today but someone up there sent me down to Engineering to find something called Bio-Neural Transphasic Phaser Gel.” With some pink tones appearing in his blue skin and his antennae showing various emotions by themselves he continued, “So far everyone I’ve asked has laughed at me.”

"Um, at ease," Renakir was honestly not sure how to react to this man acting so stuff with him. He knew he was pretty intimidating, his Vulcanoid height made him hard to miss and the sunglasses were doing nothing to make him seem friendlier. "Bio-neural transphasic phaser gel?" Hearing this only made the Romulan-Reman officer scratch his head as he tried to make sense of it. "Why did people laugh at you? Because they don't know what it is?" They had the luxury of living on a pretty diverse and helpful station, hearing that people laughed at this newbie ensign was certainly something out of left field. Was there something else going on? Renakir wasn't sure but he was curious. "How about you tell me your name and I can look it up for you?"

“I’m ensign Oshan Ch’talrar. I’ve been here for about one week after coming direct from Andoria. I got my commission through the Andorian Imperial Guard Academy so I’m not too familiar yet with how Starfleet does everything.” Oshan motioned his arm, in a gesture pointing down the hallway. “Everyone I asked about this gel simply snickered and told me to try the next office and the next.” He continued. “I am starting to think this stuff doesn’t exist.”

"Ahh, Andoria, a fellow cold weather dweller. I was born on Remus," Renakir gave the younger man a soft smile, he was happy to meet someone else who loved the cold or well, came from a cold environment. Honestly, he wondered why he wasn't paired with an andorian roommate, his temperature preferences were a biological need after all. "Ensign, that doesn't exist. I think you were... What's the terran word, umm, Bamboozled?" Was it obvious Renakir was terrible at socialisation? Because he was trying to be funny here but his monotone delivery and strong French accent made him sound pretentious if anything.

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“Reman? Hmmm” Oshan responded.. “You’re the very first I’ve met. I am just now getting used to the unbearable warmth this station is kept in.” Oshan observed some others walking up and down the corridor before focusing back on Renakir. “I do believe I was…. bamboozled as you say.” Oshan’s antennae seemed to face inward in an expression of anger and embarrassment.

"Just pray your roommate likes it cold, or turn it into an ice box on them," Renakir joked, speaking from a man who was quite skilled in the art of Cold Warfare™️. He noticed the way the andorian's antennae moved when his emotions shifted. His first reaction was how inconvenient to have a literal emotion indicator attached to the top of your head, but then his mind shifted for concern for the newbie. "I'm sure it was just harmless fun. Well #deleted-channel is just down this corridor. Walk straight and make a left. Don't turn right or you'll be jumped by a rapid three headed robot," Renakir said with a perfectly straight face, he was really trying with this humour thing. Little did he know there actually was a three headed robot on the station.

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“Well, that was one of the most welcome surprises for me. When I saw that I was paired with a pink skin, I feared the worst.” He added “She comes from the northern latitudes of Earth and has the appetite of a proud Andorian. The room was comfortable enough for me even though I prefer it a tad colder.” Oshan resolves himself to the likelihood the prank was merely another human ritual. “What was this about a multi headed robot?” He added. (edited)

"Sounds nice," Renakir said with a cool monotone, although inside he was secretly envious of the andorian with a cold-loving roommate. Perhaps next roommate rotation he could request an andorian? He glanced down at his PADD and then at the Andorian once again, trying not to get distracted by the wiggly antennae. "Ensign, don't say that word. I understand you don't have malicious intent but that sort of language isn't acceptable here," Renakir said, specifically referring to the term 'pink skin'. He understood many Andorians still referred to aliens with the term, but it was considered derogatory. "Oh and there's no three headed robot, I'm bad at jokes, sorry."

Accepted the reprimand in stride and offered no rebuttal. * “I apologize for any slight. It was not intended.” *He exclaimed. “I’ll also be more aware of anyone needing unknown engineering components from now on.” He added.

"Just be mindful that we have a lot of different species on this station. I mean, I'm half Romulan and half Reman, I know first hand what that sort of language does to societies. Anyway, make sure to check your PADD if people ask you for weird stuff so you can confirm if they're playing you," Renakir was glad the ensign seemed to take his warning seriously. Honestly, he was unsure how people were still spacist in the 25th century, especially a Federation world like Andoria. Romulans were still spacist, but that was sort of a given with their recently history and his whole race's incredible superiority complex. "Jolan tru," He bowed his head and continued on his way down the corridor. He did have a bit of concern for the young ensign, but of course he did not show it. He just hoped Oshan wouldn't slip up his speech around anyone important.

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He walked down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor, off to the lifts.

Stepping out into the corridor, he nodded to Am'el. "That sounds like a good place to start. I realize I haven't told you my name. Ensign Anthony Archer, command division."

"Ensign Am'el Linn'uen, Ops. Pleasure to meet you Archer."

"The pleasure is mine." He walked slowly towards the turbolift. "You know, ive never had any alcohol before. I'm sure a romulan ale as my first is going to be interesting."

"It's quite strong. Good luck."

"I'll take all the luck I can get. But you seem to have most of it. You came into that shuttle and found out what was wrong almost immediately." he said as he approached the turbolift.

"I guess I am." She seemed to have changed somehow at the word luck, staying silent in the turbolift.

After he finished work he walked down the corridor to the lifts.

Finishing up work, Alizati headed to the lift!

Alizati walked down the corridor towards the main engineering room.

Fuuuuuckiiiiing nYYOOOOOM! Here they were, themself, Allan, and Eshen, gien it LALDIE and peddling this bike as fast a possible. It turned out that with the power of three people cycling at once, you could actually rack up a pretty good speed! The station was at red alert, someone was trying to KO everyone with sleeping gas, they were cycling at high speed through a place that probably shouldn't be cycled in... Starfleet really was fun!

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Eshen cycled for dear life. This was, perhaps, a little bit too chaotic for him, but Allan was here and he often felt safer and more inclined to do such things with him. Was this a good thing? Sometimes. "...Where are we going again?"

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Allan was having a great time flying down the engineer corridor on a bike with his boyfriend and some random ex-S31 teenager they'd adopted temporarily. They really were racking up some pretty good speed, definitely faster than they could run at least. "Engineering? You know, where the Cap'n told me to go?" He laughed as they started approaching the entryway of the main #lower-engineering section, turning the handlebars juust slightly- "And we're about to make that left turn, so hold your balance steady and slow down just un poco, ya?!" And then they started doing the turn, and hopefully it would be a successful one!

And it was! Because I said so. And because they really needed to get in Engineering already. Zoom zoom.

C’Sara bolted down the corridor after Valak, they were very fast and pretty buff. They were absolutely going for this guy. They attempted to tackle the slippery Romulan.

And out he goes after the two, screeching bloody murder.

Valak ran for dear life, covering his ears as the heard the screams from the blond haired engineer. The Caitian was still on his tail too, unfortunately his legs were short so he couldn't run very fast, Valak ended up turning a corner, and slipping into the #repairs-bay.

The ventilation issues having been solved, Nora ran down the hallway with a tool kit in hand, frantically looking around for anything in need of repairing. Was that another explosion or was she having auditory flashbacks?

C’Sara ran out into the engineering corridor. Oh no, what if that bitch had gotten loose? Anywhere could be an ambush. They soon ran into Eshirinora. “I need your help. There’s a dangerous Romulan guy with a knife on this deck, last seen in the repairs lab.”

"A knife?" she blurts out. "Oh, i'm unarmed. Oh wait," she said, popping open the kit and fishing around in there. "Ha-hah! I see your knife, and raise you a laser torch! But wait why is this guy brandishing a knife anyway?"

“Fuck if I know. Let’s get this bitch. But be warned, he could be planning an ambush. Be careful.” They walked to the repairs lab, ready to unlock it, go in, and lock it again. If they both died, at least Valak couldn’t escape the room still.

"Okay, right." Nora snapped the case shut and held the torch in her hand like a phaser. Once the two reached the lab, she stood to the side of the door and leveled the wielded tool at it. "On your go, Sir," she said hesitantly as soon as she was in position. (edited)

“Eh, better than ma’am. Let’s do this.” They opened the door, claws and restraints at the ready. Once it was opened, she let Eshirinora in and locked the door once more.

Nora made a note to call this person Lieutenant instead of Sir. Before entering, she swept across the door as if the laser torch would have more than a few feet of effective range. And then, she was in.

Eshen walked through the engineering corridor, searching for the source of the scream, using the logic of following approximately the direction it had came from and the instincts that told him where the danger was - perhaps somehow sensing that it was his friend that was in trouble.

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Eshen led and Saren followed, his mind slowly clearing up, as they got further and further away from the Chief Engineer's office. He let himself drift away from the persistent buzz in his head, taking in slow, measured breaths, listening to their steps and the pleasant hum of the massive station. "That sounds nice," he murmured, loud enough for his dear daehlen to hear. "I like that. Should organize it someday, but... not right now." He needed to talk to his brother, first. But that was for later. That conversation didn't exist yet. What did exist, though, was the feeling of Eshen's warm palm (ungloved, he noticed a bit belatedly), an anchor in the storm that just passed. Saren gave it a gentle squeeze. "Do you think Alizati will be... mad, at the state of his office?"

"Alizati isn't prone to anger. Besides, none of that was your fault. It'll be fine." He returned the gentle squeeze, then used the same technique he'd used on Allan earlier, mentally lending an extra should to hold up Saren's emotional burdens, as well as imparting a sense of calm. After walking in silence for a bit, they entered #deleted-channel .

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C’Sara, dressed in a very rumpled Starfleet uniform and generally looking very rushed, dashed into Engineering. They had no clue what was really going on, and they were relaxing off duty in their room until then. Quite rude in their opinion, but here they were.

They were also rather rushed - hair unkempt and gloves half-on, halfheartedly tugging them on as they went.

Wheatley scooted down the hallway, nervous to all hell but hoping everything would be okay. Tu-tu-tuuuu.

They wanted to try and get some repairs done -- or at least, they were trying to test some of the measures that they could possibly implement, and so, they walked towards the repairs lab.

Malcolm walked down the hallway to main engineering. Checking his padd to make sure he was on time for his first shift wouldn't want to be late. That would certainly, make a bad impression. Malcolm was still fifteen minutes early, he breathed a sigh of relief and entered main engineering.

Quickly as he possibly could, he moved down the corridor to main engineering. Hardy focused. He felt like he was dreaming. Or maybe having a nightmare.

Straight to #deleted-channel he went, because, well, duh. Best turbolift, hands down.

No turbolift preference here.

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Coming into the engineering corridor, Lama was ready to be a casualty! He had been practicing his coolest 'I'm in pain' lines. He was ready to ham it up! He was a fantastic actor, that's why the Tal Shiar made him work retail. Obviously.

The Chief medical officer was waiting patiently for any arriving 'Casulties' ready to guide them on the upcoming excercise they were away to preform. She was standing at the end of the corridor in her usual white lab coat with her PADD tucked under her arm as she looked over the small gathering crowd with a smile.

Lama greeted the CMO with a wave and a very enthusiastic smile. He was dressed in his uniform as he was unsure what they wanted, but he couldn't go wrong with his uniform! "Jolan tru, sir! I'm ready to be a casualty! Wound me up!"

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Rather surprisingly, at least to himself, anyway, T’Kastrir had made the interesting decision to participate in this casualty simulation that he read about on the starbase’s digital bulletin board. He frankly wasn’t entirely sure what made him decide to volunteer as a victim, but something deep down within him said it would be a useful life experience, and one that could give him valuable information both in terms of Starfleet’s highly revered medical practices, as well as how everyone else decided to behave during it. Perhaps he simply wanted to study all of it, and that he considered it all fascinating, or perhaps something deep down was telling him to ‘live a little’. Either way, here he was, out of his usual Vulcan Expeditionary Group uniform and instead wearing some replicated Vulcan civilian robes. It was illogical to have his personal, hand-made ones damaged by simulated injury and treatment. Walking up behind Lama, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the expression on his face very much so Vulcan. “Greetings, Commander. I am also here to volunteer as a casualty for the simulation.”

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[D] Having finished Alpha Shift, Paco casually walked into the engineering corridor, very much excited to volunteer as a casualty for the simulations, having jumped to the opportunity out of impulse from not having much to do after his shift was over. All he needs to do know is figure out his little dramatic act. "Hello Commander! Hope I'm on time for the casualty prep."

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Austin stumbled into the room, he had just woken up and was still pretty damn tired. That said he couldn’t miss the chance to mess with some of the medical staff here, he figured the whole thing would be a nice fun excursion. The thing he always liked most about his job was training his staff, with out a doubt it wouldn’t hurt to see how the other divisions did it.

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Guess who was also here? Just kidding, no need for guessing, you all can read the name, but said again for emphasis, it was Allan. Hanging around engineering anyways, he figured he'd go ahead and vomunteer to be a casualty. Perhaps with something in regards to certain... risky activities he performed with others. Who knew. He was just glad to help out, really, in the end.

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You know who else was here? Elwyn! Skipping down the corridor from the turbolift, the android was off duty but in uniform, having kept it on after her shift ended. She didn’t want her personal clothes to get damaged or ruined in any way during this, because the majority weren’t replicated. Joining up with the others, the Heath and Safety Inspector had a big grin on her face as she waited patiently for things to begin.

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Down the corridor walked the XO! She saw the message about the casualty simulation and decided to head down from the command deck as soon as her shift ended. "Looks like there's a good showing here that's nice to see." Sadhbh said as she walked into the corridor and saw the large group of 'casualties'

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Happy that there was a sufficient number of casualties for the simulation to begin, she stepped forward and call out to the gathering group of people. "Morning everyone! Thanks to all of you for volunteering to help out, we're going to be running a casualty simulation as you all know. You're going to be split across three locations, The Repair Lab, the Main Engineering area and here in the corridor. The premise of this situation is as follows." Via turned around to the side wall and borrowed one of the display screens that sat on the wall of the corridor. Pulling up her plan of action. "So, our main incident is going to be here in the repair lab. we've rigged up one of the Plasma Conduits in the back corner to 'explode', in reality it's just blue/green smoke. A number of you are going to be trapped in the lab, the other majority will be trapped in the sealed off Engineering Labs and I'll need two volunteers out here in the corridor to be visible to the first responder team."

Upon Vialara speaking T'Kastrir's attention turned entirely towards her, having up until now been paying attention to everyone present. Listening to the plan, and subsequently looking at said plan on the monitor, the concept of all possible injuries came to mind as he pondered what he might be assigned. As the Lieutenant Commander mentioned volunteers to be in the corridor he immediately spoke up. "I volunteer to be one of the two individuals in the corridor. I am capable of relaying basic information should they ask for any."

[D] In an uncharacteristic show of tardiness, the tall, distinctly Romulan form of Jaroth came into view as he bolted down the hall as fast as he could, huffing and puffing all the way. He’d heard about the simulation, and wanted to get in on the action, knowing it would be a good chance to give his acting skills a shot, a possibility to socialize, and a great story for his log, how could he not. He pulled up short of smacking against a bulkhead, and attempted casual body language as he pointedly avoided looking at anyone other than the Doctor as she spoke. Hearing someone volunteer for hallway duty, Jaroth decided he’d give it a try as well, mostly because he hadn’t heard what Vialara had said at first and didn’t know there were other things to do. “A’ll hang out in tha’ corridor too!” He said, with his hand raised high.

The woman nodded and looked across to the others as she spoke. "That's perfect. You two stay here with me, the rest of your distribute yourselves between the repair lab and the main engineering bay, there will be some additional volunteers in both rooms to help you guys get into character and give you patient cards." She said with a big grin. "The patients and holograms in the repair lab will generally have a lot worse injuries so those who would prefer not to see too many heavily injured or dead patients should probably stick to the engineering lab."

"Commander?" Elwyn chirped up cheerfully. "I can do something that might help with the realism if you like." They said as they took a step forward. "I can detach my limbs for maintenance, so I could take an arm or a leg off if that would help depict more severe injuries." The Ensign then stated, before realising they should probably clarify something to the group in case anyone was confused by what they had just said. "I'm an android, by the way. I probably should've said that before saying I could remove my limbs at will." The android clarified with a chuckle.

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Sadhbh began to walk towards the repair lab. "I've seen enough shite through the years some simulated injuries hopefully won't phase me." Sadhbh said with a chuckle. "I also love to bust out my horrible Acting skills on occasion." She also looked at Elwyn with an impressed look once she said she was an android, Sadhbh would have never noticed if Elywn didn't say so.

Ah, classic. Plasma conduit explosion. Plus fun fake smoke!? Sounded cool, he was definitely glad he stopped by here. "Sure, I could be trapped in a lab," he said as he walked towards the room, following the XO- "maybe like, I could've been.. already injured? And working on repairing something but uhhhh then boom, explosion, and - ooo, maybe I could get stabbed," he was really just Talking wasn't he? Why did he say that last bit like he was excited for it? Well, it would be fake, so... yeah, maybe he was a little excited. It would be fun. Yeah. Anyways, he walked to the #repairs-bay where he would probably pretend to be whatever form of mortally wounded he needed to be.

Watching the others walk off towards their destinations, Elwyn was quick to follow both the Commander and the Lieutenant as they headed towards and eventually into the repairs lab. With their aforementioned ‘skill’ in mind, they thought being where the worst injuries would occur made the most sense.

Watching as people began dispersing the Vulcan-raised Human continued to think about what his ‘role’ would be in all of this, and what injuries he would have to attempt to realistically portray. He would never consider himself imaginative by any means, but being able to run through the scenario in his head gave him a vague idea for what to potentially expect. The exchange officer wasn’t squeamish by any means, but he was somewhat glad he had volunteered for this role instead of being potentially surrounded by fake corpses.

"So, you two will be out here with very minor injuries, just to get the first responders something to look over and assess the situation. You're to tell them that one of the plasma conduits in the Repair Lab has burst, which has sealed off main engineering and leaves the repair lab in a dangerous state. You can let them know there's a couple of people seriously injured in the lab so the team can declare this a major incident. We'll get the makeup team to give you a few scratches, other than that you guys just get to be the relayers of information."

Jaroth nodded at the Doctor’s instructions, careful to note that he’d be playing someone only minorly injured, and would work with the other science officer to help relay information, a pretty good gig he thought idly. “A’ think we can tackle that Doc’! Some scratches might even look kinda cool!” He said with a chuckle, and gave Vialara a thumbs up before turning to his teammate. “Jolan tru! A’ figured it’d might be good for yuh’ tuh’ know who you’re workin’ with! A’m Jaroth!” He said with a bright grin and a wave to the other officer.

Listening to Vialara’s instructions, T’Kastrir nodded plainly in response once, his mind working to retain the information provided that he must assist in relaying. “Would it be logical to assume we would be in a state of shock at what has just occurred, Commander?” He enquired in a Vulcan-like tone, before glancing over at Jaroth with an emotionless, entirely Vulcan-like expression on his face. “T’Kastrir.” He responded plainly.

"It depends from person to person, but typically yes, Lieutenant. It's only a simulation, I'm not expecting world class drama skills from everyone however so don't be too concerned." She said with a chuckle as she pointed off down the corridor. "See those two lovely ensigns down the bottom? They'll help get you all wounded up so you look the part. You guys go ahead, I'll let sickbay know we're almost ready to start." After around 10 minutes of everyone familiarising themselves with their injuries and roles, Via tapped her commbadge and got ready to start.

Once both he and Jaroth had had their makeup applied they had gone to get into position outside of the repairs lab, with the latter getting into character far sooner than T’Kastrir. Now all there was to do was to wait until Medical arrived.

Stepping out of the turbolift, Quinn began speed walking down the corridor towards whoever it was that required help, keeping an eye out for them without really expecting much drama. Glancing to make sure their colleague was with them, they continued. Corridors were surprisingly long when you were trying to get somewhere quick. They soon, however came across two individuals with what appeared to be minor injuries. A… Human wearing Vulcan robes? And a Romulan in a Science uniform. Interesting. Approaching the two, Quinn was quick to begin asking questions. “What caused these injuries? (edited)

With what he thought was a convincing groan of pain, Jaroth held his hand against what was a quite realistic wound on his cheek. He looked down at the Doctor for a moment before gesturing towards the repair lab. "Plasma conduit in tha' repair lab...it was fine one minute, and tha' next it was just...blowed tuh' smithereens!"

Ressa quickly followed them out, spotting the people with minor injuries. Not too bad. Well, hey. Could be worse, there could have been burn injuries. Ressa always thought severe burns were the nastiest kind of injury. “Is anyone else injured in there?” She asked Jaroth.

Stood just to the left of Jaroth, as he saw the two Medical officers approaching T’Kastrir began what could only be described as the most expression of emotion he had ever done. Hand pressed against a small pretend gash on the side of his abdomen that was lightly bleeding, he attempted to visibly look like he was both in pain and in shock. “T-the others, th-there were others in there.” A fake stutter that sounded somewhat realistic mixed with an attempted tone of shock and disbelief, his first way to express the severeness of the situation. The second, say people have worse injuries than them. “I-I think some were badly hurt. There was… I saw blood. We got out because of the plasma fumes. I d-don’t know if the auto shut-off activated or not.”

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Putting their emergency medical kit down, the Junior Doctor pulled their tricorder off their belt to begin ‘scanning’ the Romulan’s injuries when he said… Wait, did he just say a plasma conduit exploded? It didn’t take a hard-earned doctorate to determine that, that wasn’t good. Remembering that they couldn’t actually scan the injuries, they decided to verbalise their intended actions for the sake of the simulation. “I’m going to scan your injuries to determine the correct process for treating them.“ As they pretended to do just that they listened to what the other individual was saying, immediately registering the fact that he had said that there were other people involved that were injured. Badly injured? Blood? Oh great. The mention of plasma fumes, and plasma as a whole for that matter made things even more complicated. “We’re going to need respirators at the minimum.” Quinn commented to Ressa. “Once we’ve assessed we might need to declare a major incident.” They added.

“I think we should just call everyone now, we shouldn’t waste time while we’re in there. Maybe we can find respirators somewhere around here. Could you check if there’s any around? I’ll call Sickbay” She reached for her comm to notify Sickbay (read the message in the Sickbay channel). She then turned to T’Kastrir. It was a bit awkward pretend healing people, but she managed. “Sir, I am going to scan your injures to determine the best process to treat them.” She said while pretending to do that.

Once Quinn's 'scan' had completed, Jaroth, having made it a point to remember his instructions, looked back at the Doctor, gesturing to his wounds as he mentioned them. "A' have two minimal flesh wounds, one right here on ma' cheek..." He said, gesturing to a fairly shallow cut that had just barely grazed his cheekbone. "...caused by a fallin' peice a' debris, an a' got one right here on ma' neck, from that same darn peice." He said, pointing to a much longer, but thinner cut running diagonally across his neck, with a minimal amount of dark green blood seeping out. "Neither of em are penetratin' or serious, jus' some flesh wounds."

Listening to what the Medical officer said while trying to remain in ‘character’, T’Kastrir went over the few notes he had been given in order to respond accordingly to what Ressa was clearly prompting him to say. His (and everyone else’s, for that matter) being false injuries meant they couldn’t actually be scanned or treated, so verbalisation was logical for the sake of the simulation. Despite the expression on his face and his general behaviour still that of before, his tone had returned to his normal emotionless one in order to convey the desired information. “My injuries are only flesh wounds caused by sharp objects cutting my skin, with the one on the right of my abdomen being the worst at four millimetres deep and seventy-four millimetres across. None are penetrating wounds.”

Upon receiving the results of their ‘scan’ Quinn closed their tricorder and put it back on their belt beneath their lab coat. “You just have some flesh wounds so I’m not going to prioritise your treatment right now considering the circumstances, but you will be treated as soon as possible. Just keep them clean right now and don’t touch them too much. They should clot on their own and stop bleeding, but if you can replicate a cloth to hold over them do so.” The Junior Doctor explained to Jaroth, before nodding in response to what Ressa asked them to do after she decided to not waste any more time and call in the cavalry. Immediately looking around, they quickly headed down the corridor in search of a locker or cabinet, and only a short moment later found one marked ‘Respirators’. Opening it, they grabbed two and brought them both back to where the first scene was, putting their own on while their colleague ‘scanned’ her patient before offering hers to her once she was able to take it.

’Tis but a flesh wound, Ressa thought. “Your injuries are not life-threatening. They should stop bleeding naturally, but if they do not, find a cloth to apply pressure with until the bleeding stops. When those with more serious injuries are taken care of I will return to help you.” She took the respirator from Quinn, strapping it onto her face. She went over to the repair lab doors and waited for Quinn to come to her before opening them and quickly going inside to assess the damage.

Once the Doctors had gone off to check the repairs lab, Jaroth excitedly turned to the Human who had been stationed in the corridor with him, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Oh ma' elements yur' such a good actor! For a hot second there a' almost thoght all this getup was real! Have you ever actually done any actin' 'afore, or was this yur' first time?" He said, eyes wide, clearly impressed.

Picking up their previously put down emergency medical kit, Quinn followed Ressa over to the entrance of the repairs lab… Not that it was a very long journey, mind. They were right outside of it. Waiting for her to enter first, they followed closely behind, thoroughly expecting to see something either very exaggerated and not actually that bad, or really quite serious. They weren’t quite sure which, but either way, they really hoped they wouldn’t have to pretend to use a fire extinguisher.

Glancing over at Jaroth as he spoke, T’Kastrir couldn’t help but briefly automatically raise an eyebrow at what was said. Being raised Vulcan, he always struggled to tell if people were being sarcastic or not, but he had always been better at it than his adoptive parents. The apparent excitement in the Ensign’s behaviour, though, told him that he was being serious. “I have not acted before. I was simply mimicking typical Human behaviour in circumstances such as these.” He replied in about the most Vulcan-like tone possible.

"Wahh, if you call that simple mimickin', then I'd say you got a hidden talent right thur'!" He said with a small chuckle and a genuine grin, managing to keep his curiosity at bay seeing a Human act so Vulcan. "I ain't too good at it ma'self, but a' sure can appreciate it!" He said, throwing the other science officer a cheeky wink. "What made ya' wanna volunteer? I came down cuz' I thought it'd be a hoot, an' a' could always stand tuh' meet suhmore' people!" For such a large Romulan, Jaroth sure did have a youthful air of enthusiasm about him.

Stepping out into the engineering corridor, Alanna looked around for people to either treat or tell her what the situation was. Social anxiety be damned, she was going to have to interact with people whether she liked it or not (but no talking, #alwaysnonberbal).

Not thinking anything of the wink besides feeling somewhat puzzled by it, T'Kastrir was somewhat lost for words when it came to Jaroth asking what made him want to volunteer, but that didn't last long as he soon dug an answer up, even if he wasn't 100% certain himself. "I considered it to be an opportunity to participate in an activity that I would not otherwise have the opportunity to participate in." The Vulcan-raissed Human responded plainly, before immediately turning his attention towards the incoming Medical officer. Back in character he went, his hand applying light pressure to his fake abdomen wound. "H-hey!" He called out in an attempt to get Alanna's attention, waving somewhat with his left hand as people always felt the need to do despite standing right there in plain sight. "Two of your colleagues just went into the repairs lab with respirators on. Th-there's people in there, badly injured people. We got out because of the plasma fumes, but the others... The others couldn't. We're fine, we've been checked over, just please help them."

Alanna smiled and nodded at T'Kastrir, hearing Quinn's message over the medical comms. Good thing she had brought one of the medical kits built for this situation! Placing it on the ground, Alanna grabbed a respirator from inside and put it on, taking a deep breath to get used to it. Continuing to rummage through the bag, the doctor pulled out a standard medkit and a torch, turning around and standing up to face the door to the repairs lab. More nurses and medics would be down soon, and the two people in the hallway weren't badly injured; it was time to brave the elements. Opening the door to reveal the repair bay, the air thick with the fumes™️, Alanna stepped in, closing the door to prevent a leak into the hallway.

Having been only a short time behind Alanna, Teekah stepped out of the lift, quickly donning a respirator, and readying himself for the situation to come. With a sharp nod to the Romulan and Human, he closed the distance to the repair bay and entered, making sure the doors closed as he walked in.

Apparently unfazed now, Voris just glanced at the people in the corridors. His focus had shifted to the situation. Voris grabbed a respirator with his free hand and equipped it before he went into the repairs lab.

Seeing as it had quieted down, Jaroth turned back to his fellow corridor actor, a wide, amused smirk on his face. "Hey, that's a hootin' good reason tuh' do it! Gets us science types away from our workstations for a spell too! As much as a' love buryin' ma'self intuh' some old archive files n' stuff, its nice gettin' out n' bein' around people! 'Specially such talented ones as yurself'!"

Just as it looked like things were settling down in the corridor, there was a loud banging noise coming from the door to main engineering which was currently closed and sealed off. A female voice shouted from the other side of the door. "Hey! There's people trapped in here! We need help in here!"

Listening as Jaroth spoke, the emotion on his face was non-existent as he slowly processed what was being said to him. He admittedly wasn't all that used to listening to people with stronger accents from anywhere besides Vulcan, so determining what was being said took slightly longer than usual. He'd get used to it eventually, though. At the mention of him being talented the Vulcan-raised Human internally raised an eyebrow yet again, before being interrupted and his attention turning towards the muffled shouting. Walking over to the door it was coming from, he immediately shouted back in response. "I will inform Medical!" He saw no reason to pretend to express emotions when he wasn't around Medical officers. Heading back towards where he came from, he went towards the door of the repairs lab and, knowing there were presumably fake fumes, took the necessary precautions to avoid inhaling too much by only popping his head through the door to relay the message.

Jaroth and T'Kastrir were beamed out to #sickbay-zone-02 to 'have their wounds treated,' i.e. to have their casualty make-up removed. The engineering corridor was now free for use again.

Ressa walked to the turbolifts.

After exiting the lift, L'trim would sigh to herself and start heading to the nearest access panel. A minute of walking would lead the Caitian to her first stop. She would kneel down and begin to open the cover for the first chip hub she would be working on. 'Time to find something interesting to think of for the next 3 hours.' She mused to herself and gazed at the Isolinear chips. She pulled out her black one off her necklace and plugged it into the bottom of her PADD. Afterward she grabbed one of the blue chips from the circuitry hub and plugged it into the top of the PADD, beginning the security code update.

After a bit of time, Udrat exited the lift and walked down the corridor quietly studying a datapad in his grasp. As he walked, he hummed a bit to himself as he traversed. He was a bit tired, his eyes struggled to remain open, but he kept walking through the corridor. "Man, these readings are way off for some reason," he said to himself out loud. His fingers proceeded to tap away at a few buttons before he started examining the readings the pad provided. "Perhaps it is an overflow of energy from the dilithum chamber?"

She would perk up hearing the voice, slightly growling a bit to her PADD as she slotted a green chip into the top of her device. "Oh I know you can work faster..." She said with a bit of an annoyed huff to herself as she quickly accessed the data on the screen above her on the wall to pull up a diagnostic window of the power transfer lines between this access point and other points on the stadion. Afterward she would cycle chips again and await for the other Ensign to round the hall on her while she worked. Quickly calling on her Intelligence training to keep her composure and prepare for the coming conversation. 'At for the moment I can claim a routine diagnostic.' She mused as she worked.

When Udrat rounded the corner, he stopped and tilted his head curiously upon seeing her. He studied her posture, where she was, and what devices she had. Then he proceeded onward and stopped just beside her. "Working, yea? I'm picking up a strange fluctuation in the power system so I came down to check it out for myself," he said to L'trim, not suspecting her of anything.

She nodded, "Yeah I'm trying to see if the chips here are causing an input delay. Giving them a scan just to be on the safe side." She stated evenly as her tail flicked slightly. She would cycle another chip and the display would flicker above before shining a tad bit brighter as the distribution of power to the system display seemed to be improved. "I heard about the issue while in the turbolift so decided to get an early start, though you were off duty though?" She commented as she turned to face him, betraying nothing but curiosity as to his being in the passageway.

"I am, but I just wanted to check out the issue before I headed to bed," he stated while checking the energy output as she changed the chips around. He proceeded to hum a bit and began to scan the area with his tricorder to see how things were improving. "I think it may be improving. Perhaps move that red chip to where that yellow one is?" He indicated with a hand to the pair he spoke about. He was still new, but he was certain that changing those two chips would complete the process.

She would switch the two as she smiled "Yeah I think that's most got it, still going to update them all though just to make sure everything is fine here." She added with sigh. "This should've been done a week ago but seems they didn't inform any one about it." She said before turning to him. "No offense to you of course." She clarified as she put the red chip in her PADD. Her free hand rested on her forehead as her ears dropped slightly.

"No offense taken," said the Ferengi before he looked at his tri-corder. He pushed a few buttons and nodded his head as he then proceeded to scan along the wall. The fluctuations seemed to have subsided for now. "Okay, everything looks good now, but I am gonna keep an eye on everything for a while."

She nodded slightly as she swapped in the final chip to her PADD. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she waiting for the data to be updated before pulling the yellow chip from her PADD. She would carefully reinsert it, opting to leave her PADD face down before she grabbed the panel cover, sliding it over. She picked it up and slotted back in place, an audible clicking could be heard as the panel was resecured in proper place. "That's fine, I'm going to be up and down the corridor for the next few hours, got more chips to inspect." She would grab her PADD and stand back up, dusting herself off some.

"Alright, I suppose I will leave you to finish this off then," said the Ensign as he puts his own PADD away. He turned to a nearby wall console and taped away at a few buttons. His attention soon returned to L'trim. "I suppose that is all for me tonight. I will see ya later then?"

The pair would part ways, Udrat returning to his work.

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As the Andorian strolled down the corridor, a small whistle was heard - an Andorian song, something she had heard Rhyia sing once before. It was probably from Lantesa's Chavan considering his connection to Andoria, but one she had also heard in her own youth from her parents. As she meandered down the corridor, she glanced at the rooms as she passed by, making note of this and that if the case ever arose that she’d need that information. But what she was really there for was to check up on how her ship was doing. She stuck out like a sore thumb in that area of the station, but she didn't mind - she had a purpose to be there. She might not have been wearing that familiar yellow uniform of security and the others, but her civilian clothing wasn't too eye catching.

Wheatley was casually strolling down the hallways so he could pay a visit to the engineering lab, absolutely not paying attention to his surroundings as he just used his PADD to see the tasks he had to do today, which were certainly a few. Even being an engineer, Wheatley also stood out mostly due to his lanky complexion and stupidly excessive height, which was certainly a bother in places not suited to tall people. These blasted doorframes! He always hit them, just as he always accidentally bumped into people... And this occasion would be no exception, once he turned too hard and bumped straight into the Andorian, making him yelp and fumble around with the PADD in his large hands. "AHH— Oh! I- My apologies, I didn't see you right there, mate-- Are you alright?"

The whistling stopped abruptly as they collided butthe Andorian didn't seem to flinch. Instead she patted her sides quickly and nonchalantly, both to check to see if anything was given or taken away and to smooth out her clothes. A thing of habit, really. Farius Prime was a bit of a sketchy place, or so was her excuse. In reality, there were plenty of other reasons why it had become a habit. "Oh, I'm fine thank you." She mused, directing her attention to the Lieutenant. Her antenna bobbing quietly as she shot the tall man an amicable smile. He seemes to be Starfleet, probably an Engineer though she supposed he could have also been in Operations. "I'm sorry I was in the way - which, I mean technically I should have been more aware of my surroundings. You may have bumped into me but I probably should have seen it coming." She rambled, twisting her features into a sheepish smile. "People call me Tesa, by the way. It's actually Lantesa L'Rhess, but nobody calls me Lantesa." (edited)

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Gregor quickly headed out from upper engineering heading for a turbolift, after all it wasn't every day a distress call was received and during his shift, if the work hadn't been done when he got back he'd do it then since they weren't urgent just minor adjustments that had to made here and there. He was still humming on that song he had stuck in his head as he made his way through the corridor to a turbolift.

Allan headed out of engineering and into his turbolift of choice - you know the one - turbolift two, tried and true, as always, despite the allegations against it.

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Vara'l stepped out out of turbolift two with whoever had accompanied him and proceeded on toward the nearest Jeffries tube access. Once he located said access, the Romulan proceeded to open the Jeffries tube and entered. "Follow me." He proceeded to say as he entered. #jefferies-tubes

With the turbolift open, Astrid headed out into the hallway and made her way to the door of the #coo’s-office.