06-29-2026, 08:59 PM
Art was alerted when the Yeager reached where she was going, and not for the first time, she frowned at the location. They were out in the middle of nowhere. No one to call to if they needed backup. The ship went to Condition Grey, and Art ground her teeth only a little. “Quiet mode,” she muttered, the Security’s nickname for the status. “Stupid.” There were some Captains that were superstitious enough that they didn’t even like their crew talking above a whisper when the ship was in this mode. Art doubted Braggins was like that, but even so, she knew she’d growl at her if she asked.
Security wouldn’t be able to do any scans, though. The Security Chief wondered if she should order someone to go and look out a window. A line of text blinked on the main screen, and Art nodded in approval as her ‘man on the inside’ put weapons on standby. At least someone up there was thinking of her department. She’d sent Wright up there to make sure, either way. The young woman ‘radio’d down’, as it were, to let the Chief know she had reached her destination.
[Wright to d’Tor’an. Bridge is in modified Grey Mode. Warp core remains at minimal output by Captain’s orders. Weapons are on standby. Lowry has been instructed to match out posture. Non-essential movement is restricted. I am taking auxiliary Security monitoring from the Bridge.]
It sure was nice to have someone call down and confirm personally. It made Art feel like a Security Officer than a spy. In the same vein, she wished she could have a read-out of the Lowry, too. There was nothing like covering all the corners.
[Current internal focus: transporter activity, unauthorized compartment access,]
Art felt her heart skip a beat. Unauthorized compartment access… The Trill. That damn Trill. That tricksy, lying, fast-talking Trill. She still felt as if he was somewhere in the Universe. There was no way he was stupid enough to climb into a high-voltage compartment and atomize himself. He had had a plan, and he had used that plan to slip right though Art’s fingers.
[…locker status, enviornmental pressure shifts, and command-system intrusion attempts. Response teams are holding position unless ordered or hospital action is confirmed.] There was no way Art was calling her patrol teams back. If they were boarded, she wanted her men all over. It was better to sit and wait and risk boredom than be caught off-guard and cornered.
Now narrowing her eyes at the main screen that showed everything the Bridge was doing, she requested two things that would require both another Department Head’s and Braggins’ approval. She wanted the results from Science’s probe, and she wanted whatever had just been sent to Tactical.
==Will tag appropiate people during my cross-post on the Bridge==
Security wouldn’t be able to do any scans, though. The Security Chief wondered if she should order someone to go and look out a window. A line of text blinked on the main screen, and Art nodded in approval as her ‘man on the inside’ put weapons on standby. At least someone up there was thinking of her department. She’d sent Wright up there to make sure, either way. The young woman ‘radio’d down’, as it were, to let the Chief know she had reached her destination.
[Wright to d’Tor’an. Bridge is in modified Grey Mode. Warp core remains at minimal output by Captain’s orders. Weapons are on standby. Lowry has been instructed to match out posture. Non-essential movement is restricted. I am taking auxiliary Security monitoring from the Bridge.]
It sure was nice to have someone call down and confirm personally. It made Art feel like a Security Officer than a spy. In the same vein, she wished she could have a read-out of the Lowry, too. There was nothing like covering all the corners.
[Current internal focus: transporter activity, unauthorized compartment access,]
Art felt her heart skip a beat. Unauthorized compartment access… The Trill. That damn Trill. That tricksy, lying, fast-talking Trill. She still felt as if he was somewhere in the Universe. There was no way he was stupid enough to climb into a high-voltage compartment and atomize himself. He had had a plan, and he had used that plan to slip right though Art’s fingers.
[…locker status, enviornmental pressure shifts, and command-system intrusion attempts. Response teams are holding position unless ordered or hospital action is confirmed.] There was no way Art was calling her patrol teams back. If they were boarded, she wanted her men all over. It was better to sit and wait and risk boredom than be caught off-guard and cornered.
Now narrowing her eyes at the main screen that showed everything the Bridge was doing, she requested two things that would require both another Department Head’s and Braggins’ approval. She wanted the results from Science’s probe, and she wanted whatever had just been sent to Tactical.
==Will tag appropiate people during my cross-post on the Bridge==