Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Sept 1, 2014 12:09:06 GMT -8
Liz was so involved in the world of computers that she hardly noticed when Cunningham arrived. She did receive Bartlett's comm, a rushed explanation about the encryption--sort of. It was more like busy work, sounded like, as the girl tried to find something that would help them trace the origin of the message. Liz didn't mind, particularly. If another incident had occurred that matched this one, then they'd have further sources to cross-check with. She sent back an absent, "Understood, Lieutenant. Keep me posted," and went back to her computer work.
The new idea had possessed her mind, and she knew she could do it. Knew it beyond a doubt. It wouldn't even be that difficult, not really, because the cargo transporters were still active--some of the only transporters on the station still so, actually. Most of their activity was focused on the inside, of course, dispatching parts to the various areas of the dry dock, but she could easily divert enough of the power to transport a simple thing like the Juliet and her new crew into the space outside.
It was amazing what you could do if you turned your mind to devious enough ends.
Her enthusiasm was somewhat dampened, however, by Alyssa's instant dour response. She knew, probably better than Liz did, precisely what would happen to them if this went south. Or if they got caught. Either way. Liz was ready to accept the risk--and she was sure Jenison knew that--but a glance toward the other two told her that they might not be so quick to place everything on the line. Jenison explained in a quiet, terse voice, first the situation and then continuing.
"Commander, I'm giving your plan a go. But I'm not going to do so without each and every one of us understanding the consequences. We will be blatantly violating protocol by embarking on this course. I accept full responsibility of this decision, but that does not guarantee your protection should our superiors look sourly on our actions. Simply put, your careers could be at risk."
Risk. She'd come out here knowing there would be risk, period. She'd stared death in the face more times than she cared to think about, and every time she'd been sure it would be the last. What was this, in comparison? The simple loss of a commission? For a moment, she felt the conspicuous lack of the uniform she usually wore, the press of replicated cotton and leather and denim so different from the blocky weight of the uniform that marked her as a Starfleet officer.
She'd sworn an oath, to protect the Federation and its interests. She'd promised her life to this organization, to learn everything she could for its cause. She'd traveled halfway across the galaxy, into places no Terran had ever seen before, and then back again...and then she'd gone as far in the opposite direction, and that had been a rather silly decision hadn't it? If they did this, she might throw all that aside. Years of her life, practically wasted, lost in one moment.
Then again, if she didn't take this chance, if she didn't jump boldly into this, then something else would be lost. Someone else. Two someone elses. And she wasn't ready to make that sacrifice, not now and not ever. They could take her pips and her commission and strip apart what they'd made of her, piece by piece, but she'd be damned if she'd let her friends slip through her fingers.
"Having said that, if any one of you decides not to join this mission, you are free to refuse. I am not making it an order. All I can do is ask for your help.”
She lifted her eyes, meeting Alyssa's squarely, her teeth clenching tightly together. "I'm with you," she said firmly, and Liz knew by the look on the woman's face that she'd expected that. Liz had suggested the plan, after all. It would have been silly of her to suggest it and then refuse to go along with it. Her eyes slid toward Ensign Cunningham, waiting for the nurse's answer. Instead of answering, the girl went to the science console and sat down, turning her chair to face them.
"You don't have to ask, ma'am. Science reports all systems nominal... I think."
Liz glanced toward Haywood just long enough to gauge whether he was going to raise an alarm--it didn't look like he was going to--before she turned to her console, already moving to initiate the routines she needed to make this work. It was almost laughably easy if you had the right avenues--after all, Starfleet religiously trusted their own.
She almost regretted taking advantage of that.
As soon as the entire team was in agreement, Liz hit the toggle for the ramp, and waited until it was fully closed before engaging the power routines she needed. "Lieutenant Jenison, if you'd take tactical and watch the station for me," she said, "just in case they decide to get uppity. Divert weapons power to the shields, just in case." The last thing they needed was to get shot down, after all. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm herself, to pace her reactions so that she would be sure to do this right. To cover all the bases.
She glanced back at the rest of the cockpit, meeting their eyes one by one. This was it. And they were probably going to get in very, very big trouble for it.
Tag: Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, @grace, Any
((ooc: left haywood open for you alyssa, cos i don't know if you want him along or not))
The new idea had possessed her mind, and she knew she could do it. Knew it beyond a doubt. It wouldn't even be that difficult, not really, because the cargo transporters were still active--some of the only transporters on the station still so, actually. Most of their activity was focused on the inside, of course, dispatching parts to the various areas of the dry dock, but she could easily divert enough of the power to transport a simple thing like the Juliet and her new crew into the space outside.
It was amazing what you could do if you turned your mind to devious enough ends.
Her enthusiasm was somewhat dampened, however, by Alyssa's instant dour response. She knew, probably better than Liz did, precisely what would happen to them if this went south. Or if they got caught. Either way. Liz was ready to accept the risk--and she was sure Jenison knew that--but a glance toward the other two told her that they might not be so quick to place everything on the line. Jenison explained in a quiet, terse voice, first the situation and then continuing.
"Commander, I'm giving your plan a go. But I'm not going to do so without each and every one of us understanding the consequences. We will be blatantly violating protocol by embarking on this course. I accept full responsibility of this decision, but that does not guarantee your protection should our superiors look sourly on our actions. Simply put, your careers could be at risk."
Risk. She'd come out here knowing there would be risk, period. She'd stared death in the face more times than she cared to think about, and every time she'd been sure it would be the last. What was this, in comparison? The simple loss of a commission? For a moment, she felt the conspicuous lack of the uniform she usually wore, the press of replicated cotton and leather and denim so different from the blocky weight of the uniform that marked her as a Starfleet officer.
She'd sworn an oath, to protect the Federation and its interests. She'd promised her life to this organization, to learn everything she could for its cause. She'd traveled halfway across the galaxy, into places no Terran had ever seen before, and then back again...and then she'd gone as far in the opposite direction, and that had been a rather silly decision hadn't it? If they did this, she might throw all that aside. Years of her life, practically wasted, lost in one moment.
Then again, if she didn't take this chance, if she didn't jump boldly into this, then something else would be lost. Someone else. Two someone elses. And she wasn't ready to make that sacrifice, not now and not ever. They could take her pips and her commission and strip apart what they'd made of her, piece by piece, but she'd be damned if she'd let her friends slip through her fingers.
"Having said that, if any one of you decides not to join this mission, you are free to refuse. I am not making it an order. All I can do is ask for your help.”
She lifted her eyes, meeting Alyssa's squarely, her teeth clenching tightly together. "I'm with you," she said firmly, and Liz knew by the look on the woman's face that she'd expected that. Liz had suggested the plan, after all. It would have been silly of her to suggest it and then refuse to go along with it. Her eyes slid toward Ensign Cunningham, waiting for the nurse's answer. Instead of answering, the girl went to the science console and sat down, turning her chair to face them.
"You don't have to ask, ma'am. Science reports all systems nominal... I think."
Liz glanced toward Haywood just long enough to gauge whether he was going to raise an alarm--it didn't look like he was going to--before she turned to her console, already moving to initiate the routines she needed to make this work. It was almost laughably easy if you had the right avenues--after all, Starfleet religiously trusted their own.
She almost regretted taking advantage of that.
As soon as the entire team was in agreement, Liz hit the toggle for the ramp, and waited until it was fully closed before engaging the power routines she needed. "Lieutenant Jenison, if you'd take tactical and watch the station for me," she said, "just in case they decide to get uppity. Divert weapons power to the shields, just in case." The last thing they needed was to get shot down, after all. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm herself, to pace her reactions so that she would be sure to do this right. To cover all the bases.
She glanced back at the rest of the cockpit, meeting their eyes one by one. This was it. And they were probably going to get in very, very big trouble for it.
Tag: Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, @grace, Any
((ooc: left haywood open for you alyssa, cos i don't know if you want him along or not))