Away Mission: Group One Part 1

Posted on Fri Jul 15th, 2022 @ 11:16am by Avalon [ADMIN NPC] & Captain Gary Taylor & Lieutenant Myne Redal & Captain Samuel Woolheater & Captain Mattias Richardson [Reece] & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Chief Warrant Officer Man'darr [Naxea]

Mission: Season 5: Episode 4: Reef
Location: USS Jefferson, Deck 2
Timeline: MD 1: 11h00
5538 words - 11.1 OF Standard Post Measure

== USS Jefferson, Deck 2 ==

The light was low as the group dropped down through the hatch onto the deck plating of deck 2. Red lights flashed but the accompanying alarm was muted. Nothing moved around them.

Gary looked around the corridors empty of bodies. "Readings people?" He asked. "We need to get to the bridge on Deck One, there may be survivors there."

1st Lt. Woolheater dropped through the aft hatch and onto the deck plating. In his left hand he carried a container, suitcase sized, that had some gear inside that the group would need. Six transporter pattern enhancers, one medical and one tactical tricorder, a dozen extra personal locators to aid the rescue of crew that could not be moved to a beam out point and a medical kit. The number of hand phasers had to be cut to make room for the extra gear, inside this case there were only two. Sam had to leave behind his rifle as well. Not that the rifle or the phased energy weapons would do much good here if they ended up in the water. It was spooky here. The immense pressure at this depth strained the hull. And the metal groaned as the pressure attacked the integrity of the ship. It made ghastly sounds and popping noises. Opening the case, he flipped open a tactical tricorder and scanned the area. "Commander? We have atmosphere. Power levels are stable. I'm reading regular energy signatures; no signs of a hull breach. No lifesigns. Our position is aft of the bridge, twenty-five meters and fifteen meters above. Aft is an access way to deck three cargo access upper level; turbolift one is ahead of us, vertical access to a Jeffries tube as well 'baker' bulkhead section three."

Gary nodded as Sam made his report. "No bodies either." he noted. "Okay, we have power, lights and air. Let's see if we can find some survivors as well as answers. We're headed to the bridge. Everyone, stay together. No one goes off by themselves, is that clear?"

Mattias nodded silent in understanding of Gary's orders. He pulled out his tricorder and started taking scans of the corridor.

Man'darr looked around at the empty corridor as the crimson lights from alert panels gave off an eerie glow in the corridor. He took up the point man position and checked his tricorder readings. "I personally wouldn't trust a turbolift in these conditions, commander. Recommend we stick to the jeffries tubes." Last thing he wanted was for the power to flicker or fail completely and then they would have to break out of the turbolift and make an unsafe climb inside the turoblift tube.

"Recommendation noted and agreed upon, Mr. Man'darr. The Jeffries tubes it is." Gary looked to Heather and Myne. "Heather, you and Myne get between us. Mr. Woolheater, you take up the rear, Mr Man'darr, you take point here, I'll get behind with Captain Richardson behind you. Everyone ready? Let's go."

Myne nodded and got into position silently, keeping quiet while trying to hold her nerves from showing on her face. There was upside to this mission, but it still did not quiet down her fear or Redal's annoying excitement.

Sam opened the helmet on his EVA suit and it retracted away. He took a breath and said, "Air's fine. A little cold? A strange smell..." He said and then handed out the rest of the gear as needed, keeping the tactical tricorder and one of the two hand phasers. He then closed and locked the case now empty except for the six pattern enhancers and waited to bring up the rear.

Man'darr nodded and began to move down the corridor. Every few seconds, the stress from the pressure of the ocean would cause the hull moan and creak from the external pressure. With Structural Integrity fields down, Man'darr couldn't help but wonder how long the ship would hold as they came to the Jeffries tube access hatch that would lead up to the bridge. "I really hate Jeffries tubes," Man'darr mumbled--there were times he hated being so large.

Heather looked around somewhat nervously, she’d been in similar places when she was a marine but, never sunk underwater. The way the pressure was making the ship creak, and groan was disturbing to say the least. “I suggest we have a plan in place incase of breach, if we’re stuck in Jeffries tubes there’ll be no fast way out.”

"Good observation Heather, So, if there is a breech get to the nearest deck, does not matter if it's above or below us. The important thing is where the water is coming in from." Gary replied.

Mattias followed the group, keeping his EVA suit sealed. He was feeling an odd discomfort in their surroundings. Aside from the fact that they were inside a starship which was currently sitting on an ocean floor, it was as if something was watching him.

The group kept moving, Sam kept an eye on their rear, listening and watching. He said to the group, "Commander Taylor? My last post was the Hale, also a Steamrunner-class vessel. Up ahead, on the port side, there should be an LCARS interface. We might be able to get a status report on ship's systems? If the hull is compromised, then designated life support shelters would be available. The bridge is one of those designated shelters. Main power could have been redirected to those areas as well as to shoring up forcefields and bulkheads. One more thing, our skipper had a small arms locker on the bridge, abaft of the center console." A deep groan was heard. Far below them and two pops. Sam listened and remained alert following Taylor's lead and eyes on Chief Man'darr.

Gary heard the groan as well as the two pops and tried to keep what it meant out of his head. They had a job to do best they keep their minds on the job.

Man'darr reached the console next to the Jeffries Tube hatch and activated it--or at least tried to. The display was non-functional as the screen glitched on and off. "The console isn't in the best condition," he stated before smacking it several times. To his surprise, the monitor stopped glitching and showed a display. "I'll be damned," he smirked as he looked at the readouts--they weren't good. "There are several breaches in the hull throughout the ship but they all appeared to have been contained either by sealing off rooms or by use of force fields. Though I can't imagine the fields would hold for long with the pressure."

Gary accepted the news Man'darr had given him. It was information that would be beneficial to the group in their search. "Someone had to seal the rooms and activate the forcefields," He observed, "Does the display show the condition of the bridge and any life signs?"

Ma'darr tapped a few more commands into the display and blinked at the information that was being presented. "Um, wow. Sensors are indicating approximately forty lifeforms of various Federation species on the bridge. Twenty more appear to be located in Sections Ten and Eleven Delta on Deck Three."

"Well, that's a bit of good news. We'll go to the bridge and those survivors, check on them before we get the others on Deck Three." Gary told Man'darr as well as the others.

Bringing up the rear, Woolheater looked at the tactical tricorder and wondered why the instrument had not detected the life signs earlier? The device wasn't registering any dampening fields either. But this was not a scientific tricorder, nor a medical one for that matter. Even so, it should have picked up life signs. He resisted the urge to come closer to the front to see if the readings improved. He said from the rear, "I'm not reading any life signs on this?" Here he indicated with a nod of his head to the tricorder in his hand. "Could the the instrument be damaged?" The thought that they had just walked blindly forward for 15-20 meters was unsettling.

Heather was sensing the survivors. “At least we know there are survivors, though what condition they’ll be in is another thing. Would our communicators work to contact the survivors now we’re aboard?”

"Good idea Heather." Gary looked down at her, "Give it a try if you do contact anyone, stay positive but vague as to when we'll reach them. We don't know what difficulties we may encounter."

The deck platting beneath their feet suddenly shook and there was the horrible sound of grinding metal on stone that rent the air.

Sam said from the rear, "We need to get to the bridge and assess the situation using the ship's internal sensors. I think that Jeffries tube 2B-4, right ahead will put us between Science II station and OPS stations on the bridge."

"Mr. Man'darr, you heard the man. Jeffries tube 2B-4 will get us where we need to be. Let's not tally."' Gary said before he looked back at Heather, "Any luck communicating with the survivors?"

Nodding at the commander, Man'darr turned and squeezed into the jeffries tube, then standing before beginning to make the climb up the ladder towards the bridge.

Heather nodded. “I had someone on the comms, but the reception wasn’t great. That last movement seems to have lost the signal again.”

"Keep trying Heather. If you get anyone, let them know help is on the way." Gary told her, as he climbed behind Man'darr to get to the Jeffries tube.

Sam kept an eye out and waited until everyone had entered the Jeffries tube. Staying behind long enough to make sure that their six o'clock wasn't ambushed - if there was anything here to ambush them. He stopped to look at the LCARS interface that Chief Man'darr had creatively repaired. There wasn't much information here. He scrolled through a few screens and knew enough to recognize that the many ship systems were in emergency or stand-by mode. One thing was certain, the Jefferson was not entirely stable on this outcropping of rock or the ledge it had landed on. Samuel poked his head into the Jeffries tube and looked up. He could see the Chief at the top and Sam waited until the Chief called the all-clear before he left this deck and entered the tube behind the group.

Man'darr pressed the panel to open the exit of the jeffries tube, onto the bridge to find a security officer pointing a Type 2 phaser at him. "At ease. We're Starfleet. USS Elysium," he announced as the Security officer lowered the weapon. Man'darr moved to climb out. "I swear, whoever designed those tubes, had to be a Ferengi," he grumbled, crawling out onto deck before standing and seeing the bridge was packed with officers and NCOs.

Heather followed Richardson, he was a new face to her, as they exited at the bridge she nodded politely as Mattias helped her up. “Thank you Captain.”

Mattias nodded and offered Heather a slight grin. He was trying to push the feeling of unease from his thoughts. "Glad to help."

Gary had climbed out of the Jeffries tube and stood surveying the scene before him. There was a group of about thirty to forty officers and crew facing him. "I'm Commander Taylor, do you have any seriously injured? We have a nurse with us. She can stabilize the injured until they are beamed back to the Elysium. Also who is in charge here?"

"That would be me Commander" said a female voice behind Commander Taylor and working on and under the COMM systems access port. She slid herself out and the security officer that had greeted the away team stepped out of the way. "A little help? Please?" she said to Taylor and extended her hand to him for a lift up from the deck.

"Wha....?" Gary asked looking around and finding the voice, "Certainly." He replied extending a hand to help the officer to her feet.

She said, "Thanks. We were wondering if anyone was coming? I'm, Lieutenant Sanea Hoh, I'm the ships conn officer. When we're flying of course. You have a nurse? We have injured."

"Commander Gary Taylor, of the Elysium. We do have a nurse and we're going to get you all back to the Elysium." He assured her.

“I’m a field medic” Heather smiled. “I can help your people.” With that she got to work assessing the injured.

As soon as everyone was out of the Jeffries tube, Mattias closed and resealed the hatch, ensuring that, if there was a hull breach below them, they would have a fighting chance to survive. He then moved over to Woolheater. "Let's get those transporter emitters set up, Lieutenant."

Woolheater responded with a nod, "Sir!" He picked up the "suitcase" and walked over to an area off to the side of the main viewscreen. He opened the case and began pulling out the transport enhancers to get them setup and online. As he did so, worried crew of the Jefferson ask him if this was the rescue. He assured them that everyone was getting out. A younger person, a civilian and she couldn't have been more than 12 or 13 asked him, "Do you know what happened to us? Do you know where my dad is?" Sam looked at her and said, "I'm sorry miss. I don't have those answers. I was kinda hoping you could tell me? Where's the rest of your family?" She pointed to her little brother, maybe 8 years old. Sam asked, "Just the two of you huh? You are some brave kids. And I'm going to make sure your mom and dad get to see you real soon." He said as kindly as he could. He finished setting up one set and started working on the second set on the other side of the bridge.

Sanea nodded to field medic Ensign De La Rosa, "Thank you" she said to Heather. "Commander Taylor? You are the highest ranking officer here now sir. What are your orders?"

Gary nodded, taking in the Jefferson crew with a look about the bridge. They looked like they had been through the preverbal wringer. "We'll transport the civilians and the most seriously injured of your crew out first Lieutenant, then we'll transport the rest of your crew."

"Thank you Commander. Thank you for coming to get us. Have you seen our Captain sir? He was seeing our surface away team off when the polaron beam hit us. I haven't seen or heard from him since."

"You are welcome, Lieutenant. You would do the same for us." Gary answered and then continued, "I'm sorry no I haven't but don't read too much into that. We have several other rescue teams searching the ship. I'm sure he will be found." Gary hated to be vague, but it was for the best for all concerned to play it safe and close to the vest.

Lieutenant Hoh nodded, "That's good to hear. We're still trying to get the main computer back online. The secondary core is in Main Engineering, it should have survived the crash. We've been trying to establish a connection so we can get internal sensors back online. We've only been partially successful." Here she showed Commander Taylor the OPS station. "We can get to deck three - twenty more life signs. Then, it's sporadic below that. But we know that there must be more crew that have survived?" She looked at Taylor, "I hope your other rescue teams find them."

"We'll find them." Gary assured her as he looked at the Ops display. "Can you give me any information as to what happened? What caused you to crash? Your final message said you were pulled from orbit."

Lieutenant Hoh crossed her arms, "We entered standard orbit and were here for a few hours doing survey scans from orbit. Captain Olson then reviewed the data and decided to send down an away team to collect samples. Until we get the main computer back online I can't show you the scans we got. But we determined that there were three major land masses on the planet. Two of them, through tectonic sublimation, have sunk between 600 and 200 meters. The above surface dry land is about 5% of what was once here. An away team was assembled and Captain went to see them off. A few minutes later we were hit with what the sensors identified as a polaron beam."

"A polaron beam? Are you sure Lieutenant?" Gary asked not that he didn't believe her but he wanted to make sure of the facts especially in regards to what pulled the Jefferson from orbit.

Hoh nodded, "Yes, I'm sure that's what the sensors detected. We were all caught off guard. I was scrambling to try and keep us in orbit and my controls kept telling me that we were gaining in mass. I had to apply more and more energy to the impulse engine and thrusters but we were gaining mass too quickly and couldn't compensate. We managed to get shields up and for most of the way down I could control our attitude. But nothing worked to break us free. It all got so chaotic. Captain Olson was called to the bridge; we never heard from him again. I had the CONN; it was my responsibility. I tried everything to keep our descent level and keep us from crashing. The shields failed in the lower atmosphere and we started to get hull ionization. Then, we picked up speed. Before we crashed we managed to launch the distress buoy. None of us were sure that it wasn't caught in the polaron beam. We crashed, everything went off-line and we drifted down and down. Sensors and thrusters were offline for I don't know how long. Then we hit this ledge. At the time I thought it was the bottom. But no, only 450 meters down. Since then, we got as many as we could to reinforced areas of the ship. And then you showed up."

Gary saw the anguish in Hoh's face and heard it in her voice. "You did everything you could. Your actions and thinking were exemplary. The Jefferson is intact and whole with only a few sections being open to the sea. You are to be commended for your actions and quick thinking. Your crew is alive because of you and we're going to keep it that way and find more survivors as well."

She visibly stiffened, "I just feel like I could have done more..." She was interrupted by another crewman. A civilian engineer had taken over for her working on the COMM system. That repair work was now complete. "Lieutenant Hoh?" the man called over to her and Commander Taylor. "I've managed to get the COMM's back online." Another crewman remarked, "Sensor suite is also back online. I'm getting secondary computer core access now." Sanea Hoh looked at Commander Taylor, "Maybe now we can get some answers?"

"Sign of a good officer, always thinking you could have done more," Gary replied. He looked to Hoh, "Let's see exactly what we're looking at." He glanced at the civilian engineer. "Comms are working throughout the ship? Same with the sensors?"

Sanea confirmed, "When the ODN connectors were restored to the secondary computer core, we are able to re-route primary systems around damaged parts of the ship. We have internal communications, internal sensors are ship wide and I have access to the secondary computer core in Engineering." Sanea looked to the civilian, "Good work mister...?"

"Frost, Scott Frost. I work on shuttles mostly; I'm your technician from Universal. I supplement your Engineering crew" the man answered.

"Good work Mr. Frost." Gary told the tech before looking to Sanea. "Send out a general call to be heard throughout the ship asking for survivor's locations and their numbers. Then we can get away teams to them."

"Right away Commander" Hoh said. The sound of the digital boatswain's attention call filled the speakers, "Attention! The is Lieutenant Hoh on the bridge. As you can tell, the communications system is back online, internal only. All departments, crew and civilians personnel please contact the bridge with your location and number of persons you are with. Away teams from the USS Elysium are here. We are coming to get you. Hang on." The message sounded on every powered comm panel and on every deck. Immediately after, calls started coming through.

Samuel finished with the last transport enhancer. Setting it up and then making sure it was online. Reporting to both Captain Richardson and Commander Taylor, "Transport enhancers are setup and online" he said. Noting the Nurse was working alone he asked, "Sir? What are your orders?" he asked Commander Taylor.

As Taylor was in charge of the team, and the ship's XO, Mattias kept quiet and looked to the Commander for how he wanted to proceed. All the while, still having the feeling that something was tickling the back of his brain.

"Contact the Elysium, let them know we're ready to start sending survivors to them. Then see if you can help Heather with any of the injured."

Looking at Captain Richardson for any additional orders, Sam nodded, "Yes Commander." He took a few steps away and contacted the ship and relayed the message. When he had confirmation that the Elysium was ready to start receiving crew, he went to assist Nurse De La Rosa and asked, "Anything I can do to help?"

Heather offered a warm smile as she took care of one of the wounded crew. “If you could help with checking the rest of the crew for wounded that would be great. I’m almost done here, but it’s going to take too long for me to check through them all myself.”

Sam nodded, "I'm on it" and went to work checking on the survivors. He used the built in sensor suite on his suit for a very basic check. It could only tell him very basic medical information. But, that's all he needed. He started checking the first group of people. Most of them were fine. Just scared and anxious, worried about their friends and colleagues, family and loved ones that they had lost contact with. Sam did his best to try and reassure them. Bruises, sprains, a few minor fractures in the group. And so on until he had given each survivor a basic first-aid check. By his count, there were seven people that had serious injuries. He worked to bring them, if they could be moved, to Nurse De La Rosa. "These are the most serious. And, I can't move these two here and here. Maybe bleeding? We're trying to keep them from falling asleep. Tell me what to do and I'll do it? How do I help these people?" he asked the Nurse.

“You’ve already been helping Lieutenant” Heather smiled. “Look in my bag you’ll find a spare medical tricorder, and a purple labelled hypospray. It’s a stimulant it’ll help keep them awake. I’ll be with you as soon as I’m finished here.”

"Purple labelled hypo, I'm checking" Woolheater said as he looked through the medical bag. He found the spare medical tricorder and flipped it open. It activated with a reassuring tone and started to whirr a familiar hum. He looked through the bag. Sam is blessed with really good eyes and even in low-light he is pretty good. As he took out three hypo's the bridge lights went from 'low-power' mode to 'standard' and he could see much better. The purple one he selected. "Got it!" he announced to Nurse De La Rosa.

As Sam walked past a few other crew they asked him, "When are we going to leave? Why can't we leave now?" And all he could do was say, "Soon. We're getting out of here. In just a minute; we're going to start beaming you all out of here. But the most severely injured go first." Someone asked, "Is he even a medic?"

At hearing the comments directed to the new lieutenant, Man'darr stepped to the group that Woolheater had just passed. "No, he is not a medic. He is a Starfleet Marine Officer, as am I. Now the best thing you can do right now is keep quiet and do as you're told. Understood?" he asked in a stern voice.

Several people nodded at the large Capellan form of Man'darr before he nodded in approval before turning to the other groups.
Mattias stepped forward as well. "Look, we know that you've all had a very stressful time of things here. If everyone will stay calm, it will make the process of getting you all to safety much easier and smoother."

Woolheater appreciated the backup from his fellow team mates. He tried to work as fast as he could. One man in particular was becoming very agitated and worrisome. It had been hours since he had had anything to eat and he had missed a dosage of his medication. The effects of going 'cold turkey' were not pleasant at all. He was losing his composure and it started manifesting itself in shaky hands.

Sam was no medic, but he knew enough that the guy with the internal bleeding had to be one of the first to triage. He went over to him on the port side of the bridge. "Hey? Crewman? You still with me?" Sam said as he tapped the man awake again. "Still here" was the weak reply. Sam held the hypo in his teeth as he opened the medical tricorder and took out the handheld probe to scan him. All he could tell is that there was trauma to the crewman's legs and a whole lotta red showing up in the scan. It looked like one of the crewman's veins or arteries, how to know what is what, had been torn or ripped and was leaking. Blood pressure was weak but holding. The crewman's temperature was dropping. The crewman was nodding off again. Sam looked over his shoulder to Heather; she was busy trying to help as many as she could. There was a voice inside Sam that was telling him that he should not administer a stimulant to someone with internal bleeding. He didn't know where he got that idea. But it was stuck in his head. He reasoned that the stimulant might open up the blood vessels or raise the injured man's blood pressure and that might cause him to start bleeding out, internally, faster. The crewman had a ghastly pale look on his face. Sam looked back over his shoulder towards the Nurse again. "De La Rosa?! Internal bleeding...a lot. I think in the artery that goes to the left leg. Do I administer the purple hypo?"

Heather looked up, “Yes, the purple one but only a small dose. I’m almost done I’ll be there in a moment!”

Sam nodded and dialed down the dosage, then he applied the hypo with a short "HISS!". The injured man perked up some but was still very pale.

One of the other crewman started to panic. He stood to his feet as the ship shuddered. The pressure on the hull was weakening the structural integrity fields. The man was clearly in bad shape and his paranoia was starting to spread to those around him. The panicked crewman said, "We have to---get off the ship! We have to get going! Beam us out of here now! What are you waiting for?!"

Lieutenant Hoh said, "YOU pipe that down crewman and sit back down. That's an order mister!" Sanea said as she tried to assert control. But the man was too far gone and now claustrophobic. He shouted back, "No! You did this to us! You crashed the ship! I want off this ship now!" He started to make a go for the turbolift.

"Mr. Man'darr please help the crewman find a seat." Gary said calmly. Then to Heather, "Heather, please give the gentleman a mild tranquilizer to calm his nerves." To Sanea, he said, "Don't listen to him. This wasn't your fault."

Man'darr sighed as he took several large strides over to the crewman, standing head and shoulders above the man. "I'll only ask once because I'm a nice guy. Sit your ass down or I will do it for you," he seethed, pointing at the deck.

The crewman hesitated, CWO Man'darr was a brick wall. A seething brick-wall encased in an environment suit. The panicked crewman looked into the Chief's eyes. Looking for any sense of bluster. Any sense that he had not found the edge of the man's patience yet. It looked like this was the line and he was nose to nose with a marine that he ought not tangle with. Regrettably, panic and anxiety and overcome him and he challenged Man'darr by saying. "No! You can't keep us here. We can take the escape pods! Come on everyone?! We can take the scape pods! Yeah! We're getting out of here!" And he pushed his way forward with the strength, the vim and vinegar of a crazy person powered by nothing more than a can of Cherry Coke and three Pixie-Stix. The crewman tried to head-butt Chief Man'darr and then lunge forward.

Heather was quick as the crewman was distracted, pressing a hypo to his neck she gave him a full dose. “You May want to be ready to catch Chief” she offered Man’darr a smile. The hypo was full of a strong sedative, enough to incapacitate the crewman almost immediately.

Stepping to the side, allowing the now unconscious crewman to drop to the deck hard before him, he looked at Heather and shrugged with empty hands and a grin. "Oops."

Walking over to Woolheater, Heather offered a warm smile noting his shaking hands. “Are you alright? I can take over here now.” She quickly assessed the casualty he was attending. “Commander! I need to get this casualty back to the ship!”

Moving to the right to make room for the professional, Sam said, "I guess I should brush up on my field medic training? I'm used to putting holes in bad guys; not filling them" he said as he watched her work. At that moment, Sam's COMM chirped. He tapped the forearm on his suit,

=A= Away Team One here =A=

A voice on the other end of the comm was the Elysium transporter specialist. =A= Away Team One, this is the Elysium; we are ready to start transporting survivors to the ship. We have medical teams standing by =A=

"Understood Elysium. Stand by." Gary replied as he looked to Sanea. "Get your most critically injured on the pads and we'll get them back to the Elysium." As the injured were placed on the pads, Gary tapped his combadge, "Taylor to Elysium, commence transport." A moment later the first of the Jefferson's crew were transported to the Elysium.

Even as they spoke and discussed, the ship around them creaked ominously and the deck plating shifted beneath their feet.

"There are still survivors on Deck Three, Commander. I can go and check on them and tag any I find for transport," Man'darr stated.

"I'll go with you, Chief," Mattias spoke up as he stepped up next to the Capellan Marine.

Even as they spoke and discussed, the ship around them creaked ominously and the deck plating shifted beneath their feet.

=/\= ELYSIUM TO ALL AWAY TEAMS - EVAC And STAND READY. We have problems up here!=/\=

"Sir, we can't abandon those crew on Deck Three. Give me ten minutes tops," Man'darr offered.

"I have no intention of abandoning anyone Chief." Gary answered firmly. "You and Captain Richardson head to Deck Three and get to those survivors. You have your ten minutes."

Man'darr nodded. "Aye, Sir," as he turned and headed for the turbolift, realizing it would take too long to get to Deck Three by Jeffries tubes. He ripped the turbolift control panel off and reached in and up, finding the manual override lever and pulled as the door slid open to reveal the inside of the turbolift. Kneeling, he pressed a panel that raised a lever in which he turned and pulled, opening an emergency hatch in the floor of the turbolift. "Try to keep up, Captain," he grinned as he switched his mag boots on and dropped through the hatch, grabbing the ledge of the hatch and swinging himself to the side of the turbolift shaft. The shaft seemed to go on forever but thankfully he only needed to go down two decks.

Mattias chuckled aloud. "You got it, Chief." He pulled out his rappelling anchor magnet and secured it to the inside left bulkhead of the turbolift shaft. Once it was secured, he leapt down into the void, quickly dropping past the bigger man.

When he reached the desired deck, he stopped his disentangle activated his maggots, securing himself to the bulkhead. He then deactivated his rappel anchor and retracted it. "Waiting on you, big guy."

TBC