EXETERRPG: (3 - 0016, 0021) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express



Day: 3



Stardate: 2445.12.o3



(USS Exeter – Ready Room –FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken– – 0016)





“I think a security team would be closer….” And with those words, Ire,
Cortez and Sleeford were gone consumed by a transporter beam. “Guys? Loki’s
trickery what just happened?”



The exhaustion left her...immediately. Fear, washed over her, to be
replaced by a rush of energy. She’d pay for this for days no doubt. Her
brain switched on, she felt alive, the situation, terrible, of course, but
it was these moments that all the training, all the courses on

crisis management, Situational awareness and who knew what else came to
their own.



She wasn’t however, calm, her body was supplying her with adrenaline...lots
of it. Parts of her were terrified, she’d watched one of her closest
friends disappear, just like she had when the cult of the Pah Wraiths had
abducted all the Bajoran crew.



“Kiera...Find them! I don’t care what you have to do. Use every resource we
have just bloody find them!”



“On it.” Keira switched up the menus and accessed internal sensors. She
keyed in a series of quick commands. Sensors confirmed they were all taken
by a site to site transporter beam.



“Transporter beam took them, but to where? Fvadt!” Keira said cursing in
her second native tongue.



Ailynn was working at another terminal, trying to access biosigns. “I need
more ace. Give me something…”



She scanned for their combadges, and found their locations quickly.
“Holodeck 3?”





“There’s something running. I’ll try shutting down the program.” Kiera
answered Trip.



=/\=Wait!" Trip shouted.=/\=



“Overload!”



Ailynn managed to duck away from the console that she’d been working at as
all hell broke loose and both terminals erupted into sparks, shorted
electricity, and an overwhelming stink of ozone.



"Damnit, somebody give me a %$#@#%$ Sit rep now!."



“Still walking, console went ‘Fzzt’” Ailynn said, her mind already on plan
B.



 “I seem to be in one piece.”





=/\=What the hell happened?=/\= Trip asked.



“My guess would be that whomever set up the block left a present for me.
Next best chance would be at the maintenance hatch outside of the holodeck,
considering what just happened with me trying to open it remotely.”



=/\=Bracken, what's your take on this?=/\=



“Whoever is doing this is one step ahead of us, they know our plays. We
have to change up, not only change the rules, but change what game we’re
playing.” Ailynn answered.



=/\=Ok, here is what we're going to do, I'm going to have a med team meet
us at holodeck 3.  We'll try and jimmy or way through the door, but I might
have a team go through the jeffries tubes access. Bracken call Lieutenant
Corsica, her empathic abilities are stronger than mine, might give us
something of a play by play.=/\=



“On it. There’s a Civilian Office just down from Holodeck 3. I’ll boot out
the occupants and de-restrict the terminal. I’ll set up a Local Command
there. We can meet just outside the Holodeck.” Her mind was shifting a few
thoughts as she spoke.



=/\=I'll see you both there.=/\=



“Kiera, you okay?”  she asked as they left the room.



(Reply Kiera)



Ailynn nodded. “Do everything that you need.”



She saw a young Ops officer, new to the Exeter coming the other way. “I
wouldn’t go in the Office Ensign. Someone broke it. It was okay when we
left the room.” She saw the look of bafflement on his face as he saw the
smoke pouring out of the room that the two Commanders had just casualy
stepped out of. She looked at him, and shrugged, a look of bafflement on
her face.





(USS Exeter – outside holodeck 3 – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken.– 0021)


"Kiera, Office is the door on the left, derestrict the terminal and it will
give you full access to the entire system."


(Reply Kiera)


Ravok walked up to the holodeck and saw the other gathering there.



" What's going on ? " Ravok asked as he looked at the wall panel outside
the holodeck displayed that it was occupied. His security team was right
behind him.



“Kidnapped staff. All transported into holodeck 3. According to the
computer we’re missing Cortez, Clarke, Kervik, More, Hammerfield, Wakeman,”



A sense of panic came over him as he tapped the wall panel only to be met
with a buzzing sound that indicated an interface error. He looked at Trip
and felt his heart sink.



“Kiera’s setting up a Command area just down the corridor. Liaise with her.
I want in to that room. No one does that to my friends and colleagues.” Her
demeanour was slightly distracted, her eyes held to the middle distance,
thought her mood, was utterly utterly furious. Whoever had done this had
better hope that Ailynn never managed to get hold of them.



She turned to her old friend, and nodded, she knew that she didn’t need to
say anything, which was fortuitous, as she genuinely had no words.





(Reply Kiera, Ravok, Trip.)

(Posted by Mark)
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