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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)

From a glimpse inside the room one could see three figures. One was an armored guard with a disrupter rifle. The second, with scanning device and a slightly different uniform, was likely one of the medical staff. The third Romulan laid unconscious on the medical bed between them, restrained in some sort of field. Not someone who Saior would recognize.

The medic half-listened to the security officer while completing their examination of their unconscious patient,

“I understand the Commander has her reasons, but I feel she should be taking security a bit more seriously,” he started,

“There’s this incident. Before this, it was assigning Gan and Lornal to guard the others. I mean that fight was over before it even began if you ask me. Meanwhile, I probably could have taken on either one of them myself.”

“Really?” the medic replied, skepticism clear in their voice. They glanced up, at first rolling their eyes. It was only then that they caught sight of Saoir.

The way the medic’s expression suddenly shifted when they saw him tipped off the other officer. He turned around in response, using the light at the end of his rifle to get a clearer visual.

“Well, what a coincidence,” he said with a smirk, in contrast with his companions more alert expression,

“Lose your way to engineering, Starfleet?”

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