Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Aug 11, 2014 12:11:48 GMT -8
As soon as Liz got out of the lounge, she ran. She'd forgotten completely about the cut on her arm, about her earlier insistence that she couldn't do this job, that she could only fail...because this time, she wasn't going to fail. She couldn't fail, not with Robin on the line. And Kinin. Not with either of them.
The thought came, for only a moment, that she should also check on Sean, make sure he hadn't been kidnapped as well, but it was lost again in the shuffle, shoved to the back of her mind behind the sequence of events she was going to follow when she got to the shuttlebay. Hopefully, either the Romeo or the Juliet would be there, relatively unscathed from the fight, and she'd be able to launch one if necessary. They'd gone to Etimon. Surely they couldn't have gotten too far.
When she got there, she found the bay mostly empty; there were a couple techs hanging out by one of the shuttles, engaged more in casual conversation than anything productive. Liz ignored them, making a beeline for one of the runabouts. She wished the Kestrel was back--it was faster, better equipped for what might easily turn into a fight depending on the situation--but it hadn't been brought back from Zaan's ship yet, and besides she wasn't sure how much damage might have been done to it in the fight, more was the pity.
So instead, she jumped up into the Juliet and went immediately to the ops console, sitting down and patching into the Talon's systems, searching through the transporter records as quickly as she could. There--Robin, six minutes before, down to Etimon...and less than thirty minutes earlier, to the same place, Kinin, both of them alone. The place sounded familiar too, and when Liz pulled up the security alert she realized why. That was where a team from SGE had discovered one of their ex-executive officers, tortured by Romulans (she almost felt bad about suspecting the woman of being a traitor now. Almost).
Suspicion reignited immediately. Surely the Romulans wouldn't want Kinin? She wasn't important to the Federation in any way, unless you counted her link to the Klingon Empire through Dorian...then again, Dorian was missing, and so Kinin's value as a bargaining chip would go down substantially. And Robin had followed her, probably right after the transmission had arrived, trying to find her and make sure she was alright. And, predictably for everyone involved, it wasn't going to be at all easy for this to resolve itself.
Not for the first time, Liz growled in frustration at Etimon's very existence. The planet was a dark spot on the sensors, the harmonics of the place keeping the sensors from reading anything around it properly. Maybe, maybe if she'd been on the bridge, or farther down into the atmosphere, it would have made a difference. This high up, locked inside the station, there was nothing doing. She turned instead to the Talon's sensors, hoping Kinin hadn't been silly enough to beam down without some kind of tracer on her person, but even that had been jammed--whether by Etimon or the dampening field the Romulans had laid down, she didn't know.
Desperate hope succeeded desperate hope, and she turned to her next idea, dashing a message off to Etimon's defense force, hoping perhaps they'd caught something from transporter activity in the area. Of course, it had taken them a month to realize there was something crashed on the surface of their planet very near the same spot Kinin and Robin had gone. Who knew how long it would take them to sort out scattered power readings from the same spot. Frustration sent Liz's fingers tapping along the console aimlessly as her mind tried to catch up, to ferret out some kind of reason for all this, some strand of logic that would connect it to something else, would give her an edge.
There was nothing. Without knowing where the message had come from, it would be near impossible to track down whoever might know where Kinin and Robin had gone. Of course, she could always travel down to Etimon itself, but....
Of course. A quick query showed her that the station was under lock-down, and there was going to be no way for her to get the Juliet out. This was recent, too, an unfortunate combination of factors that suddenly propelled Liz from her chair as she paced forward and back. She could beam down, but who knew where they'd gotten to in the meantime, and without communication between herself and the Talon--which wouldn't be happening, that was obvious, the Romulans were good at what they did and Etimon was frustrating as it was--she'd be a sitting duck for whatever might have befallen Robin and Kinin.
This wasn't good.
Tag: @branon
The thought came, for only a moment, that she should also check on Sean, make sure he hadn't been kidnapped as well, but it was lost again in the shuffle, shoved to the back of her mind behind the sequence of events she was going to follow when she got to the shuttlebay. Hopefully, either the Romeo or the Juliet would be there, relatively unscathed from the fight, and she'd be able to launch one if necessary. They'd gone to Etimon. Surely they couldn't have gotten too far.
When she got there, she found the bay mostly empty; there were a couple techs hanging out by one of the shuttles, engaged more in casual conversation than anything productive. Liz ignored them, making a beeline for one of the runabouts. She wished the Kestrel was back--it was faster, better equipped for what might easily turn into a fight depending on the situation--but it hadn't been brought back from Zaan's ship yet, and besides she wasn't sure how much damage might have been done to it in the fight, more was the pity.
So instead, she jumped up into the Juliet and went immediately to the ops console, sitting down and patching into the Talon's systems, searching through the transporter records as quickly as she could. There--Robin, six minutes before, down to Etimon...and less than thirty minutes earlier, to the same place, Kinin, both of them alone. The place sounded familiar too, and when Liz pulled up the security alert she realized why. That was where a team from SGE had discovered one of their ex-executive officers, tortured by Romulans (she almost felt bad about suspecting the woman of being a traitor now. Almost).
Suspicion reignited immediately. Surely the Romulans wouldn't want Kinin? She wasn't important to the Federation in any way, unless you counted her link to the Klingon Empire through Dorian...then again, Dorian was missing, and so Kinin's value as a bargaining chip would go down substantially. And Robin had followed her, probably right after the transmission had arrived, trying to find her and make sure she was alright. And, predictably for everyone involved, it wasn't going to be at all easy for this to resolve itself.
Not for the first time, Liz growled in frustration at Etimon's very existence. The planet was a dark spot on the sensors, the harmonics of the place keeping the sensors from reading anything around it properly. Maybe, maybe if she'd been on the bridge, or farther down into the atmosphere, it would have made a difference. This high up, locked inside the station, there was nothing doing. She turned instead to the Talon's sensors, hoping Kinin hadn't been silly enough to beam down without some kind of tracer on her person, but even that had been jammed--whether by Etimon or the dampening field the Romulans had laid down, she didn't know.
Desperate hope succeeded desperate hope, and she turned to her next idea, dashing a message off to Etimon's defense force, hoping perhaps they'd caught something from transporter activity in the area. Of course, it had taken them a month to realize there was something crashed on the surface of their planet very near the same spot Kinin and Robin had gone. Who knew how long it would take them to sort out scattered power readings from the same spot. Frustration sent Liz's fingers tapping along the console aimlessly as her mind tried to catch up, to ferret out some kind of reason for all this, some strand of logic that would connect it to something else, would give her an edge.
There was nothing. Without knowing where the message had come from, it would be near impossible to track down whoever might know where Kinin and Robin had gone. Of course, she could always travel down to Etimon itself, but....
Of course. A quick query showed her that the station was under lock-down, and there was going to be no way for her to get the Juliet out. This was recent, too, an unfortunate combination of factors that suddenly propelled Liz from her chair as she paced forward and back. She could beam down, but who knew where they'd gotten to in the meantime, and without communication between herself and the Talon--which wouldn't be happening, that was obvious, the Romulans were good at what they did and Etimon was frustrating as it was--she'd be a sitting duck for whatever might have befallen Robin and Kinin.
This wasn't good.
Tag: @branon