Two foxes set off an intruder alert, And a horse has an aneurysm

Posted on Sun Jan 16th, 2022 @ 6:24am by Lieutenant Commander S'hib & Warrant Officer Gen'Terta CrystalCliff & Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Main Science lab
1887 words - 3.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Noa'Shienne stood near the bulkhead, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, watching a pair of young looking Artans moving some of her personal projects and equipment. She was watching them impatiently, but her irritation belied a deep stress in her mind. "Be careful now! Those are fragile!" she said, sounding more nagging than helpful. She couldn't help it, this was sensitive equipment, and she would lose months of work if they got damaged, it's why she refused to allow them to be beamed over. And speaking of beaming over...

"Noa... You should be in Transport 2. Why are you still here?" came the deep, strong voice of her brother over the intercom nearby. Noa pressed the button to respond and began to speak. "Someone has to make sure they don't damager my equipment!" but she was swiftly cut off. "Now, Noa. You're already going to be late. You should know how punctual star fleet types are." he said. And of course, she knew he was right. So, she walked down the corridor to the aforementioned Transporter Room was, where her colleague was waiting. "I apologize for my lateness..." she said finally, feeling the eyes one her. After all, there was no excuse for even being five minutes late, she had nothing else she needed to do.
Gen'tetra glanced up from her Data Pad, her long tail swaying slowly behind her as she leaned against the Assualt Transporters walls. "Don't worry about it..." she muttered as she adjusted her Uniforms Cooling pumps. "I've got the system set up to dump us in their primary research labs, So we can get straight work with our Patient, And Sandtail will be meeting us there to give us a briefing." she said. "I think he also has our Cabin assignments." she added quickly.

Noa paused and glanced at Gen now, her fluffy tail flicking back and forth. She didn't particularly like the sound of that. Just transporting in wherever? Unless Star Fleet had changed their policies in the last five years that would cause problems... Even if that was how Artans tended to go about things, just beaming to wherever they were needed rather than checking in at security check points. Sure, their way was more efficient than the the Star Fleet way, it was not as safe. "Alright, very well. If it has been approved, then let's just transport over and get to work. I want to save our patient as soon as possible." she said, stepping onto the transporter pad with Gen.

Gen gave her a soft nod. "So do I," she said quietly as she straightened up. "Petty officer," She nodded to the Red furred officer standing behind the Control console. "Engage transport."

The Male Home worlder gave a Crisp nod, before cycling the system up to full power, the droning whine of the Assault Transporter briefly filling the air Before the two shimmered in blue-red particles and vanished from the platform.
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Aboard the Elysium, Reo'thanra Sandtail watched as the assult Transports Patterns flickered to life, only to cool down with a hum, leaving the Ships Transporter pad Empty. "Well...that was...uh...we got them right?" he asked glancing up at S'hib, his armored uniform clicking lightly as the Heating coils thrummed softly within it.

S'hib glanced over at the Petty officer behind the transporter controls, his face a mixture of confusion and panic as he read the readings. "Where are they?" S'hib asked firmly, his fist gripping his belt as his phase lance lifted from the floor and flicked under his arm.

"Unsure, there was a strange signal in their pattern beam..." Replied the young officer, frantically tapping at the controls. "Sir, I think they rerouted through our site to site sub systems... I'm getting several unauthorized pings on deck seventeen."

There was silence as S'hib stared at the Petty Officer in disbelief, unblinking as he snapped his head down towards Reo before turning on a single hoof and marching out of the transporter room, letting out a very loud and disapproving snort.
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Noa waited impatiently for the transport to go through. She squinted a bit and took a half step forward once they were through. "oof... It's colder on Star Fleet ships than I remember..." she said, glancing around. "Computer, increase illumination by forty percent." the vixen ordered. When she got no response, Now scowled a little bit and took another step forward in the lab. "Of course, I'm not in the computer to give it orders yet... Bah..." she said, before looking at Gen. "This is your fault. I thought you got everything sorted out properly."

Its Sandtails fault...," she growled. "And speak for yourself...its too fucking hot here for me..." she added as she tapped at her wrist com. "Layabout clearly didn't do his job properly..."

The arctic fox was now blaming someone else? Who cared who's fault it was, this shouldn't have occurred! And now, Noa was getting rathger annoyed. "Hmph. Well, let's see here..." she said, moving to the main desk of the lab, and turning the computer screen to face her... And it simply had the Star Fleet emblem on it, like a screen saver. She pressed some buttons on it, but she was obviously unable to log in. She clearly was no security expert!

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"I'm going to shave their dune forsaken tails!" S'hib growled as he stomped out of the turbolift, his long Equine tail lashing out behind him, threatening to smack Reo in the face if his paws dared drift him to the right. "And I thought one of you was trouble enough." he added as they rounded a corner, marching their way towards the science labs.

Reo Scoffed. "Don't blame me...I was there with you in the transporter room!" he said quickly as he slid out after him, his carbine's powercell thrumming to life. "And don't you dare go in guns blazing Sir...these are my people...and they'll likely shoot back!"

“Your people!” He hissed through his nostrils. “Have been aboard for two minutes, two, Reo! two!”

His mouth opened, ready to continue ranting at the Arten trying to keep up, but quickly agreed, this wasn’t his fault… but he knew who’s it was.

“I should have stayed on Sequella.” He huffed as they approached the science lab, a slow blinking crimson light above the door denoting the lockdown status.

“Computer unlock this door,” He snorted, stepping back slightly and readying his phase staff under his arm. “Security override S’hib Theta six three.”

Noa would twitch her large ears at hearing the security override from the other side of the door. "Great Gen. Now we'll get thrown in the brig." she said. When the door opened, S'hib and Reo would see the two Arten females, with the Dunepaw in civilian tans and greens stood next to the computer. As for Noa, her eyes widened when she saw the... strange... weapon? Well, she assumed it was a weapon, and reacted as if it was, by immediately dropping behind the desk to all fours and struggling to pull her disruptor out of the various fabrics and furs she wore to keep herself warm. She did, however, shout "Phaser!" to Gen so she wouldn't be caught off guard, since Gen was looking at her, not the opening door.

Gen Swore and spun around her eyes wide with both genuine shock, and Anger as her bright blue eyes landed on Reo, her hand darting to her own Splinter Pistol that hung Loosely on her hips holster. Heartbeats before her hand reached the weapon, Reo spun past S'hib and raised his hands between him and the two vixens. "V'etcha E'ghua!" he snarled to Gen Using the Dunepaw Language's to give her a Harsh warning, Shoot And die. his gaze snapped back to s'hib. "put it down Or I'll put you down," he warned with a snarl

"If I wanted to shoot them, I'd have done it already..." S'hib remarked, waving the tip of the phase lance to emphasise his point.

Noa stopped when she saw the commander and scowled. She wanted to bite back that no one gave her orders, that as long as she had a weapon pointed at her, her own would point back. But... well, her point would be hard to take well, because in the chaos she dropped her disruptor pistol. It hit the ground with a loud clattering. "Oh bother... fine. We surrender." Noa said, standing up and kicking the pistol aside.

“Red sands, pick it up..." He huffed, staff slumping down to his waist as he shook his head. "You're not under arrest."

Gen Glared at Reo. "We'anac vesta Dunepaw," she said coldly before she turned her gaze to the Squeas. "I Thought He was going to Confirm our itinerary." She said before she dusted her uniform off. "I'm Gen'tetra Crystal cliff, Warrant officer of the ACDF, and My presence here is expected of course."
 
"Oh, I expected this alright..." He snorted sarcastically as he thumped inside the science lab, ducking under the humanoid sized door frame. "However, this will be your one and only free pass... aboard the Elysium you follow the rules set out by Starfleet."

Noa crossed her arms as she walked over and picked up her disruptor pistol now, tucking it into her belt. "I am Noa'Shienne Oasis, project leader of the Water Reclamation Project. Thank you for your warm welcome." Of course, Noa had expected Starfleet rules. She'd need to research them later. "Now, I'd like to be escorted to my work area to get started." She added firmly.

A hoof scratched at the floor in annoyance at the sudden request, as did the pain in his head as a headache boiled forth.

Reo slowly relaxed then glanced between both parties. "Miss Oasis...I can lead you to the Hydrodynamics lab...if thats good by you Commander," he said as he glanced to S'hib. "Unless you want me to handle the P'thana," he said glaring at Gen who merely shook her head.

"I'd Prefer the Giant then you Sandtail," she said flatly.

"The hell did he do to you, Gen?" Noa said sarcastically with a snort as she laughed. She knew she wasn't helping de-escalate. But it wasn't her job! She seemed amused at least, so her demeanor was calm again.

“Knock it off the pair of you, or you’ll both share a cell until you learn to get along.” S’hib huffed, stamping the rear of his staff into the deck.

Noa just looked at the other two foxes for a moment, then at the very imposing... Well, she didn't actually know, she'd never seen a Sequus before. So she was pretty scared. "Officer... Sandtail, was it? In the interests of... Diplomatic relations, I'll take your offer of escort. Now, if you don't mind." she said in a tactful tone.

"Right..." He said with a soft huff his posture slowly relaxing. "This way Ma'am," he glanced to S'hib. "I'll make sure we stop by the security station to properly process them in sir," he said with a terse, but respectful nod.

S'hib simply watched them leave in silence, a low rumble in his throat echoing out of his nostrils was the only response any of them would get for the time being.