Re: Prologue: Insurgency [ Day 05 | 2315 hrs. ]
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[ Ensign Lin Kae | Maintenance Bays | The Versant ] Attn: @Zenozine
The Lieutenant Commander seemed a bit out of it at first, not replying immediately. It might have made Lin Kae nervous in any other situation, but because of where they were, and what he'd realised she'd been up to all alone on the alien dreadnought, he gathered that the lack of a reply was not a rank-based arrogance. The mark of tears on her face was plain, and she had likely been through a lot. Still, when she did catch herself staring in silence, the woman with the streak of blue in her hair moved to accomodate the Ovri, and to ask for the medkit.
"Thank you," he said, inclining his head. He glanced towards the other people from the Endeavour before stepping away, talking to Hylota and Vinata.
"Hopefully, that asset aboard has a lot to win by accommodating us, and you'll get the location where your child is at," he said to Hylota, looking up at her. "I... don't know if I am best suited to aid in reclaiming it, my skills better applied to something with screens and buttons, but there are fifty-seven people here, some of which I am sure will help you. Despite all we have been through, we are still Starfleet officers, and we look out for each other. There will be many volunteers to help you get your child back, if it's aboard this ship."
Seeing how the two Ovri were alone, and he could sympathise with their unique plight, Kae looked around the maintenance bay. "I think there are still storage rooms available, in case you want to withdraw from the rest tonight," he said, gesturing towards a couple of doors in the corner of the bay. "I... wouldn't bother too much about what the Savi have done to you either. When we get back to the Theurgy, we have some of the best doctors in the fleet there that can restore you to your original selves. Doctor Nicander, for instance, even managed to save Sarresh Morali from death after he fell into an acid bath. I am sure the Chief Medical Officer will be able to take good care of you."
[ Ens. Nathaniel Isley Maintenance Bays | The Versant ] @Triage
Seated at a ninety degree angle in front of Sinead, Isley opened his eyes when she spoke. Apparently, she'd had more success than he did. The years which he had spent in training was too long ago, even though it served to soothe the raging turmoil inside him - this agitated, paranoid suspicion that Romulans in the Empire must have learned to school in some fashion. Not like the Vulcans, of course, but all the pent up emotions he felt were unbearable, confirming how Vulcans - the cousins - likely had to be feeling as much as Romulans, only they were taught to suppress it all. He knew so little about what he was, making him doubt himself.
"I'm glad to hear it," he said quietly to Sinead, not admitting to his own shortcomings. What would that serve her to know? It was better if he appeared - to her - to know what hew was doing. Theoretical learning was not equal to the actual meditation itself. "Whatever it is you see, whatever you might have done when the Savi tinkered with your mind... It's not you. I killed, but I was found innocent, in the end, because the truth tends to come out at some point. I might have been demoted for lying about my confession, but I could return to the pack, and fly with the Lone Wolves again."
Isley sighed, and looked out across the maintenance bay. "Well, I tried, at least, before all this happened. I didn't even get to fire once against this ship, before I was abducted."
Pausing, Isley then looked towards Sinead again, remembering what she'd said about Ives - whom Isley had a checkered past with. It had started out in one way, and yet ended in quite another. "If Ives is supposedly held in captive still, it must be in an area where this asset aboard can't access with transporters. As fortified as it might be... we still have the Reaver warp fighter here. Perhaps it can be used to breach that area.... if we can't reach it on foot."
The time for planning was not ideal, however, as weary as people were, and given how the asset had yet to give them more information. "Perhaps sleeping is a good option," he said, glancing towards the door behind them.
[ Echtand qi Versant | The Quarters of the Voice | Precept-ship Versant ]
As if washing is hands from what he had done, Echtand qi Versant had cleansed his body, and taken his time doing so as well - his mind ceaselessly working on what would come on the morrow. By the time he emerged from the sanitation chamber of his prodigious living quarters, his pale body damp in the dim light, quite some time had passed, yet he had managed to solve a couple of logistical problems he'd foreseen. Unlike his usual scientific methodology, he did not have the time he wanted, so that meant taking a few short-cuts in his plan. At least he'd made progress, but the hours of the night were few, and he suspected he'd not be able to sleep even if he was finished.
At that moment, he wished he was born a Scion, so that he didn't require rest, and could continue to hone the finer details of his endeavour. It was, however, a fleeting notion, now that he suspected he'd gleaned the truth about the Scion Directive.
He passed his tablet, and saw how a blue light shone in it's corner. He picked it up and opened the message, walking towards the aft viewport. As he read, the sprawling expanse of the Versant stretched for three kilometers outside the panoramic viewport, ending in the damaged engine sectiom, which was almost repaired at that point. The message was succinct enough, clear in what the specimens he had helped escape needed for best possible performance. He had thought them well-fed and cared for in the Correction Program, yet he had failed to foresee how they - despite the safety protocols in the Observation Pen - still could have hurt themselves. That request made sense, of course, but... an egg? A macrolecithal egg containing a zygote of such a mixed genome?
Frowning, he walked towards his research center, the displays lit and waiting for him...
But then, there was a shrill chime from the door.
Working his diminutive jaw, he glanced towards the incriminating research. Quickly, he tapped a few times on his tablet, and shut off the screens. He walked towards the entrance while typing a reply to Blue Tiran.
MEDICAL SUPPLIES WILL BE DELIVERED AS SOON AS I AM ABLE TO HIDE THE EXPENDITURE. Once the message was away, he checked the identification of his visitor. The name made him pause, since he had not expected her. He was conflicted, for he did not have time for this particular visitor, since he had to spend the night preparing for the morrow. In the end, he decided that it would seem more suspicious if he didn't even open the door. He tapped the tablet once more, and in a couple of seconds, a figure appeared in the antechamber. She walked up to him with an almost intrigued expression on her face.
STAND BY FOR CONFIRMATION ABOUT THE EGG.
"Echtand," said Sclergyn, one of the researchers in the Biolab which he had a mutual interest with. Her iridescent eyes stared at his bared body. "Is this a bad time?"
He wished to deny her. To send her away, but seeing her, he was torn between a primal response - a base reaction - and foresight of the consequences of loosing hours in her company. Yet after a few seconds, he realised that... after tomorrow, he might be dead, and this was his last chance to see her before nothing would be the same. At least not for him, since if he failed, she might even be one of those that supported his judgement; likely submitted for as a test subject. Just like his parents had been.
"No," he said, remaining where he stood in the opalescent light - his brow drawing down over his eyes.
Seeing the look he gave her, with a mixed expression of anticipation and fear crossing her porcelain features, Sclergyn walked past him. "I will undress," she said quietly in her contraltro voice, and moved to the back chambers of his living quarters, already working on the fastenings of her bodysuit.
Echtand glanced towards his research center one more time, before he followed the female Antecedent.
OOC: There! I think I am ready to start up a new Chapter following this Prologue now. I might even finish that tonight. This thread remains open if there is any unfinished business that can't be handled in a Supplemental thread.