Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Mar 18, 2017 10:10:17 GMT -8
If she just kept breathing, it would be okay. Keep pressing forward, she told herself, because if you don't, you're already beaten.
Liz was far from ready to concede defeat. Even if she had no power to change what had already happened, no matter who it had happened to, she would have to be dead herself before that happened. And looking at Shaw, perched on top of the table, she saw the same determination. Good. She'd ended up with a fighter.
"I'm listening, Commander. I'll do my best."
Liz nodded curtly, turning past the table and heading to the wall panel. "We need to figure out what's keeping us trapped in here," she said. "If it's the thing herself--whatever she is--it's going to be taking a lot of her attention right about now, so I'm willing to bet that's not what's happening. Which means," she said, folding her arms and staring at the slowly rotating diagnostic of the Talon displayed on the panel, "there's something else, something physical, keeping us in here. If we can figure it out, maybe we can bring it down. And then," she smiled tightly, "then we can get out, and at least we'll be able to communicate with each other more easily."
She sighed, trying to think three steps ahead, to foresee what was about to happen next. Examples, the woman had said. So either somebody had died, or somebody was about to. That wasn't promising, and it probably meant that all of them--Liz and Shaw included--were currently operating on borrowed time. Time borrowed from someone else's misfortune. Time she would put to good use.
"I need you," she said, "to pull up that sensor feed that's routing through the bridge and the brig," she said. "Pull everything you can, and log every single thing that doesn't look like it belongs. Try to up the resolution, too, because whatever's out there, I want to know where it is and every move it makes." Which was, of course, rather a tall order. But it would keep her busy, and that was the important thing. Busy hands and busy thoughts didn't have time to think about the fact that she had a phaser and Liz didn't.
Tag: Ensign Athena Shaw
Liz was far from ready to concede defeat. Even if she had no power to change what had already happened, no matter who it had happened to, she would have to be dead herself before that happened. And looking at Shaw, perched on top of the table, she saw the same determination. Good. She'd ended up with a fighter.
"I'm listening, Commander. I'll do my best."
Liz nodded curtly, turning past the table and heading to the wall panel. "We need to figure out what's keeping us trapped in here," she said. "If it's the thing herself--whatever she is--it's going to be taking a lot of her attention right about now, so I'm willing to bet that's not what's happening. Which means," she said, folding her arms and staring at the slowly rotating diagnostic of the Talon displayed on the panel, "there's something else, something physical, keeping us in here. If we can figure it out, maybe we can bring it down. And then," she smiled tightly, "then we can get out, and at least we'll be able to communicate with each other more easily."
She sighed, trying to think three steps ahead, to foresee what was about to happen next. Examples, the woman had said. So either somebody had died, or somebody was about to. That wasn't promising, and it probably meant that all of them--Liz and Shaw included--were currently operating on borrowed time. Time borrowed from someone else's misfortune. Time she would put to good use.
"I need you," she said, "to pull up that sensor feed that's routing through the bridge and the brig," she said. "Pull everything you can, and log every single thing that doesn't look like it belongs. Try to up the resolution, too, because whatever's out there, I want to know where it is and every move it makes." Which was, of course, rather a tall order. But it would keep her busy, and that was the important thing. Busy hands and busy thoughts didn't have time to think about the fact that she had a phaser and Liz didn't.
Tag: Ensign Athena Shaw