Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 18:08:40 GMT -8
As Howe began his job of cutting through the (solid duranium--Pat was no engineer, but she knew enough about starships to know that that hull wasn't some easily-busted foil, so he could have fun with that--) hull, Pat obligingly followed the security chief a bit away from the ship, sand sucking at her feet with each step. His caution wasn't unwelcome, though she would have prefferred to be close enough to be of some use in case there were still casualties aboard. Somebody could hold out for a good while in a fully-stocked starship, even one as small and seemingly small-range as this one. Especially if there were only one or two. She wondered exactly how many people a ship like this could fit, especially when they were well-trained Romulans. If they were well-trained. They'd crashed, after all. She wasn't sure how that boded for their being well-trained.
Discussion about their next move swirled around, the Commander eventually asking what sort of Romulans they might expect to meet out here in the desert. Pat glanced at Zaynah, silently asking which of them would go first, and the Ensign seemed so eager to prove herself, so willing to jump in feet-first into this mission and make herself valuable that Pat let her go first. She was rather glad she did--the young woman pointed out that it might not be Romulans at all that they would come up against.
"If someone stole it, they most likely aren't friendly."
"It will also make it more difficult to find them," Pat spoke up, though she was sure the thought had already occurred to everyone. No harm in saying it aloud, though. "Once again, if we can get inside the ship, a bioscan would allow us to narrow down the range of biosigns we're looking for and figure out if there's anybody still alive in that canyon," she continued quietly. The idea of getting into the ship seemed to have triumphed, despite Captain Raal's order to go to the canyon. They would get there eventually, Pat was sure, and for now they had enough on their plate. Once they got a hatch open, she'd be able to tell if there was anyone aboard relatively quickly with a scan or two, but it didn't hurt to be thorough. Commander Roman suggested they move from the area as quickly as possible so as to avoid getting hurt in the soft sand, and Commander Richards agreed. "...but first we need to take a look inside that ship, should be firm enough... Unless that decides to sink."
His voice dipped lower on the last part, and Pat darted an amused glance towards the man. Was he trying to spare their feelings? "I'm sure it won't," she said in much the same tone. "It's been sitting here for a month and doesn't seem to have shifted much in that time. I'm no geologist," she added, nodding toward the ship, "but I'd be willing to say there's rock under that thing somewhere, holding it up." Not that it didn't help to be cautious, of course, but she wasn't going to waste time worrying unduly if there was even the remotest possibility that there was somebody who needed their help down in that ship, or in the canyon. They'd come here to help, and it was urgent; she didn't have time to waste being scared.
The Commander continued, asking about the complement of the vessel. Pat looked towards Matthew, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to make some headway. They might have to call in big guns, and she began to wonder what was preventing them simply beaming into the ship itself. Surely, since they knew the class--roughly--they could transport into the bridge or something? There might be issues with oxygen or other leakage, but if the station were to send them breathing apparatus.... She turned to the Commander, waiting for him to finish. "If we're unable to get through the hull," she said quietly, "would it be possible to find our way in another route?" she asked.
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Discussion about their next move swirled around, the Commander eventually asking what sort of Romulans they might expect to meet out here in the desert. Pat glanced at Zaynah, silently asking which of them would go first, and the Ensign seemed so eager to prove herself, so willing to jump in feet-first into this mission and make herself valuable that Pat let her go first. She was rather glad she did--the young woman pointed out that it might not be Romulans at all that they would come up against.
"If someone stole it, they most likely aren't friendly."
"It will also make it more difficult to find them," Pat spoke up, though she was sure the thought had already occurred to everyone. No harm in saying it aloud, though. "Once again, if we can get inside the ship, a bioscan would allow us to narrow down the range of biosigns we're looking for and figure out if there's anybody still alive in that canyon," she continued quietly. The idea of getting into the ship seemed to have triumphed, despite Captain Raal's order to go to the canyon. They would get there eventually, Pat was sure, and for now they had enough on their plate. Once they got a hatch open, she'd be able to tell if there was anyone aboard relatively quickly with a scan or two, but it didn't hurt to be thorough. Commander Roman suggested they move from the area as quickly as possible so as to avoid getting hurt in the soft sand, and Commander Richards agreed. "...but first we need to take a look inside that ship, should be firm enough... Unless that decides to sink."
His voice dipped lower on the last part, and Pat darted an amused glance towards the man. Was he trying to spare their feelings? "I'm sure it won't," she said in much the same tone. "It's been sitting here for a month and doesn't seem to have shifted much in that time. I'm no geologist," she added, nodding toward the ship, "but I'd be willing to say there's rock under that thing somewhere, holding it up." Not that it didn't help to be cautious, of course, but she wasn't going to waste time worrying unduly if there was even the remotest possibility that there was somebody who needed their help down in that ship, or in the canyon. They'd come here to help, and it was urgent; she didn't have time to waste being scared.
The Commander continued, asking about the complement of the vessel. Pat looked towards Matthew, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to make some headway. They might have to call in big guns, and she began to wonder what was preventing them simply beaming into the ship itself. Surely, since they knew the class--roughly--they could transport into the bridge or something? There might be issues with oxygen or other leakage, but if the station were to send them breathing apparatus.... She turned to the Commander, waiting for him to finish. "If we're unable to get through the hull," she said quietly, "would it be possible to find our way in another route?" she asked.
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