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Saoir maintained his composure, his eyes darting briefly towards the Sub-Commander and the Lieutenant. He took a deep breath, then continued down the corridor. His strategizing his next steps while maintaining the pretense of his inspection mission.
He reached a hub of activity with various conduits and control panels. Saoir accessed the nearest terminal, inputting a series of commands to simulate a diagnostic check. His fingers moved quickly as his thoughts focused on finding any clue about Munroe’s whereabouts.
Satisfied that his actions were convincing enough, Saoir scanned the area. The constant buzzing of the ship’s systems were drowning any sounds he hoped to pick up, and he tuned his senses to pick up any irregularities or hidden communications. He knew he needed to stay sharp, as any sign of hesitation or distraction could raise suspicion.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

Besides the one officer, who despite Marvex’ best efforts still seemed intent on keeping an eye on him, none of the others around seemed to pay the Ensign much attention. The path was clear to the room where they had both seen Monroe enter. There was little clue from the outside what was going on behind that door. Conversely, there was little stopping at this point from him going in and entering himself.

|Narration|

Saoir seized the opportunity and approached the door, the door slid open with a soft hiss, and he slipped inside, allowing it to close quietly behind him.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

The room contained mostly racks of isolinear chips, surrounding a central device that appeared to be similar to an older computer core. It gave the impression this class of ship’s computer systems were more old-fashioned than contemporary Federation ships. A couple more officers were busy with tasks, realigning the isoleanear chips. Monroe seemed to be the only one to turn his head away from his work and looked at the Ensign.

He looked around first before standing up and stepping forward, looking puzzled,

“Saior? Is that really you?”

Again, he looked around nervously at the others, but everyone was busy with their work,

“I thought you were supposed to be with Commander Loughty, what happened?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Have you seen anyone else? Micheals, or Nyman?”

|Narratiom|

“Monroe,” Saoir whispered back, stepping closer to him,happy he recognized him. “I was with Loughty, but then he was taken away. I convinced them to allow me to help them make repairs and I ended up here. I haven’t seen Micheals but Nyman....” his voice trailed off.
He kept his voice low, his eyes darting around the room”Monroe, what’s going on here?” he asked, his tone urgent.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

He shrugged,

“I don’t know much… apparently someone sabotaged the ship, there was an attempted mutiny, the crew was spilt and half of them took the escape pods out. After all that the ship ended up in pretty bad shape.”

Monroe folded his arms, his face showing a moment of contemplation,

“It just seemed like they really needed the extra help. And I thought that maybe if I’d cooperate they would go easier on all of us. I know the counselor didn’t like that idea too much, but I have no idea why. They took us all to their medical bay first, and then split us up. Took him to a different room. Last I heard was a rumor that he got in a fight with that Lieutenant Sen’ton.”

|Narration / Monroe |

Bump

Saoir was surprised at how well the Romulans had treated them. All this time, he had thought of them as the enemy, a perception drilled into him by years of training and countless encounters that painted the Romulans in a hostile light. But now, as he stood in the dimly lit room, he realized that they hadn’t been mistreated, at least not in the way he’d expected.
Why were they being treated so well? What was the Romulans’ endgame? He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye, but for now, he had to acknowledge the unexpected reality, the Romulans were not the enemies he had imagined.
He nodded slowly, taking in Monroe’s words about cooperating in the hopes of leniency. Saoir understood the logic behind it
“We need to find a way to regroup. Get the team back together.” Saoir said,
His gaze locked onto Monroe’s, “Are you with me?” he asked.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

Monroe glanced down at the floor, a nervous look crossing his face,

“I’m not sure about that, Saior. They’ve been hospitable enough for now. But we have no idea how they’ll react if we suddenly step out of line.”

He was obviously bothered by something. Something he wasn’t sharing. But instead chose to change the subject,

“We should probably just get back to work. They still need my help re-synching the navigation computer to the bridge controls. Otherwise, we’re all stuck out here.”

|Narration / Monroe |

Saoir squinted eyes at Munroe, catching the unease in his expression. Something wasn’t right. Saoir decided to press him. He stepped closer and said in low but insistent tone, “You’re holding something back. What is it?”

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

“Holding back? What d’you mean?” Monroe asked. Then a pause. He made a noticeable effort to loosen up a little. After a deep sigh, he continued,

“This hasn’t been exactly a normal day, alright? I’m admittedly a little… thrown off you could say. Right now, I really just want to get off this ship.”

|Narration / Monroe |

Saoir clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was off, but pressing Monroe further would have to wait. His eyes moved and focused on the console in front of him. The Romulans had been too accommodating, letting them work freely on the ship, offering resources, even granting access to critical systems. It made no sense. Saoir’s fingers moved over the console’s controls as he considered his next move. There had to be a way to dig deeper, to figure out what was really happening.
The room felt cold and dim, the subtle hum of the ship surrounding him. Saoir’s breathing steadied as he began to manipulate the console, his hands moving with purpose. He tapped into the system cautiously, avoiding any sudden changes that might raise suspicion. The interface was foreign, but not entirely unfamiliar, he had studied Romulan technology before, back during security briefings.

The files systems appeared to have sustained some minor damage, indicative of physical damage to the computer and components. A flickering screen displayed the accessible files and operations data. A good amount of information was available without the use of a security pin. Likely set up this way to provide easier access while they repaired the ship.

A few quick taps, and he pulled up a schematic of the ship. His eyes scanned the display, searching for anything that stood out, anomalies, security overrides, communication logs. Anything that could explain the Romulans’ behavior. His pulse quickened as he worked, feeling the weight of every passing second.
The uneasy truce with the Romulans couldn’t last forever, and he wasn’t about to wait for something to go wrong. If there was a way to regroup with the others, get everyone on the same page, and figure out an escape plan, he had to find it.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

The ship’s schematics, include those for the various subsystems, were clearly labeled:
RFW Sal’vark, Dev’ar Class. It was a fairly standard fighter, similar to older Romulan ‘Bird of Prey’ style vessels from the Imperial era. Only about 5 decks, including the bridge. Complement was labeled at 150 crewmen, though there were clearly fewer than that remaining onboard.

Damage reports automatically recorded by the central computer were by default overlayed on top of the schematics. There was also a backlog of these damage reports, showing what had been recorded over the last 24 hours. There were some gaps as power fluctuations affected the computers ability to record. Even so, it was a lot of information to go through.

Communication logs, security overrides, or any mission or crew-related files, were locked behind an extra layer of security. Given the system’s state it was feasible to bypass, but it could take several minutes.

His activity was not going unnoticed. Romulan officers kept passing by the open doorway, some occasionally peering in, suspecting Saior was up to something.

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|

The screen in front of him displayed a wealth of data, too much to process all at once. The damage reports caught his eye first, the overlay showing the strain the ship had been under. Power fluctuations, system failures. It might be useful later.
His focus shifted back to the schematic. Five decks, a crew of 150, though there were significantly fewer Romulans onboard now. The ship’s vulnerabilities became clearer as he scrutinized the damage reports. They’d been hit hard, that much was obvious, but why allow them to see this? Why be so open with these weaknesses? It didn’t add up.

His fingers tapped rapidly as he attempted to access the locked files. Security logs, communication records, those were what he needed. If he could find any evidence of Romulan duplicity, or even just something that would explain their behavior. But the added layer of encryption wasn’t going to be easy to crack. Saoir had bypassed systems like this before, but he didn’t have time on his side now. Every second he spent here was a risk.

As Romulan officer passed by the doorway, glancing in. Saoir’s posture didn’t change, but his heart pounded. They were watching him. They had to be. The locked files would have to wait for now. He pulled back from the system, focusing instead on what he could see, the ship’s layout. Deck five had significant structural damage, and a few key systems were offline. It would be a weak point if things went south. He memorized the path to the ship’s emergency systems and escape pods, just in case.

Another Romulan passed the door. Saoir kept his hands moving, pretending to review the more mundane damage reports. He stood, straightening his uniform as he glanced once more at the console. He had enough for now. The others needed to know what he’d found. They had to regroup, come up with a plan. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Romulans were playing a deeper game, and they were running out of time to figure out what it was.
With a final look around, Saoir stepped away from the console, his mind already turning to the next step.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

Of the encrypted files, Saoir with his limited time could recover only fragments. In the past 24 hours the ship had been in communication with a ground based installation called Aquincum and Romulan Fleet Command. Communications then appeared to cease only up until about a 30 minutes after they arrived. A brief exchange with another ship, the Vikshana.

Escape plans would be hindered by the fact that there appeared to be only four functional escape pods. A few were damaged but the majority had been previously launched. That may have explained where the rest of the crew went.

The larger view of deck five provided the location of their medical bay, cargo bay, the singularity drive, as well as many other things. The counselor, though disguised, had been requested to go medical bay. It was safe to assume he had either arrived there or slipped away without notice. That was still the most promising lead. Commander Loughty was likely still with Kerax on the upper decks. Monroe had already gotten back to work with the isolinear chips. Micheal’s location was still unknown. Whatever avenue Saoir was going to take to gather the others, he would have to be both quick and subtle. The extra attention was getting obvious, but not to the point where he was directly approached again.

|Narration|

Saoir slipped away quickly. The Romulans had been uncomfortably open, and it unsettled him. His mind tried to organize the pieces of info he’d gathered, the partial communications with Aquincum and the brief exchange with Vikshana. Saoir kept his eyes forward, avoiding the gaze of passing Romulan crew members. He decided that he needed to find the others, especially the counselor. If anyone knew what was really happening here, it might be him, and the medical bay on Deck Five was his best bet.

As he rounded a corner, his mind traced the layout of the ship once more. The structural damage on Deck Five had caught his attention earlier, and while it was a risk, it also offered an opportunity. If they needed to make a quick exit or sabotage something, that would be their weak point. The knowledge sat in the back of his mind, ready to be used if things went south.
He approached the turbolift, careful to make his actions seem routine. There was a Romulan officer standing near the entrance, their gaze fixed on a panel. Saoir suppressed his anxiety. He stepped forward, nodded briefly at the officer, and entered the lift. Once inside, he exhaled, tension rolling off him in waves.
“Deck Five,” he muttered quietly.

The Romulans had to be aware of the Starfleet officers moving about their ship, and if they were playing some deeper game, every second counted. His fingers tapped restlessly against his side. The Romulans were giving too much leeway, and Saoir didn’t trust it for a second.
The turbolift doors slid open, revealing the damaged corridor of Deck Five. Sparks flickered from overhead panels, and the air smelled faintly of burnt metal. Saoir stepped out, scanning the area. No one was in sight, but the damage was worse here than he’d expected. If the counselor was still in the medical bay, he had to be careful. Saoir moved forward, steady but quiet, staying close to the walls.
As he neared the medical bay, he paused at the corner, listening for any signs of movement inside. The doors were slightly ajar, and faint voices could be heard. Saoir couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like two people. He cursed under his breath, unsure if one of them was the counselor. He needed to know who was inside before making his next move.
His fingers brushed the hilt of the small utility knife he kept hidden in his sleeve. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing if things got bad. Saoir glanced around once more, making sure the hallway was still empty and crept closer to the entrance. The voices grew clearer now, Romulan, but still indistinct.

With a quick, controlled breath, Saoir slipped into the room, sticking to the shadows by the entrance.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)