Posted by Cadet Tandra Mika (Doctor) in Main Sim: The Bunker

Posted by Cadet Joseph Rainns (Security Officer) in Main Sim: The Bunker

Posted by Lieutenant Tija Aizala (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: The Bunker
It wasn’t long after they had left the runabouts landing side, the team arrived at the bunker. Not even thinking about whether or not it might be dangerous to just try and get into the bunker, Tija quickened her steps and walked straight towards the door. Without missing a beat she attempted to open the door, hoping it wasn’t locked so that they could easily get inside and assess the situation.

OOC: As you can see I’m leaving it open for the GM to tell me whether or not we can get inside. It is a rather small thing, but as a player I don’t know for certain that we’ll be able to just enter. So just as with the results of scans I’ll let the GM tell us.

~Lt. Tija, CMO

Having grabbed a type 3 phaser rifle, Cadet Rainns had set out with his team toward the bunker, upon arrival he scoffed at the Doctor as she tried to open the door to the installation. “Dr. Aizala, I hardly think you should be the one to breach that hatch,” he cautioned, “with all due respect security personal should be in front here, we don’t know whats behind that door.”

Cadet Joseph Rainns- Security

Cadet Mika, having followed the group, stood back. She also hadn’t thought about the danger of just opening the door, only wondering what it was they’d see inside. And then, when Cadet Rainns voiced his opinion over who should be in front, Mika suddenly realized that it was probably a good idea. However, she’d never have the guts to say something like Rainns had to a superior officer. But she didn’t say anything, she was too focused on watching Tija, to see if the door would open.

~ Cadet Tandra Mika, Doctor

The door was locked, but like most Star Fleet doors it didn’t have a handle. Instead it was something akin to a set of blast doors closed together with a manual release in the alcove. Above the manual release was a small box that was a pin pad of sorts and an intercom.

After a few moments of chatter the small screen popped open and an Adorian male’s picture set on the screen silently judging the group clustered outside. “Who are you?” he demanded in a crackled voice. The intercom, like most of the equipment, had seen better days it appeared.

GM Wombat