Posted by Ensign Sharah Fayth (Doctor) in Deck 2 - Cascade Failure

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassidy Abrams (Chief of Security) in Deck 2 - Cascade Failure

Posted by Ensign Ashlyn Trenton (Security Officer) in Deck 2 - Cascade Failure
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Abrams shot Trenton a look. “No… that’s not exactly what the computer says. Now we did we ask it to extrapolate. The computer could also be experiencing technical issues trying to read the situation on this deck, which is why I’m checking every room on the off chance that someone is unconscious in one of those rooms and we’re not getting a proper read on their badges.”

Moving to the next room, but also making it quick, Cassidy revisited the other question. “No plasma torch. Not a part of the standard kit. But engineering should be down shortly. Why? What are you thinking?”

Abrams, COS

Ashlyn took a moment to consider what to say only to decide not to say anything, instead offering her department head the tricorder she was using to scan for humanoid bio-signs. “The plasma torch is so we can cut into the damaged turbolift to get the last two bio-signs out. I’m pretty sure it’s jammed and if we’re not careful we could dislodge it and cause it to fall, which would be bad.”

• Ensign Ashlyn Trenton
  Security, USS Europa

Abrams waved off the tricorder, letting Trenton keep using it. Technology was fallible and so were people. She was hoping to eliminate the errors inherent in both but right now it didn’t seem the time to stop and explain all that. “That also presumes it’s in an accessible position. The safest access will actually be through the doors, if we can get them open, and using the service ladders.” Abrams offered a reassuring glance. “It’s actually pretty hard to dislodge a turbolift. And we can initiate a maintenance cycle to prevent it from moving either way while we are in there.” At least the focus on more practical problems was helping quell the uneasiness that had settled into her body.

Shifting her gaze backwards, she looked for Fayth. “Any more we didn’t detect?” she called out.

Abrams, COS

Fayth had checked the 3 officers they had first encountered, made sure they were stable and had them transported off to sickbay on deck 6. She’d grabbed her kit, and a rebreather, and headed down the corridor, carefully, checking her tricorder as she went, after Abrams and Trenton. She looked at the security Lt. “According to the tricorder, that’s it. There is a better way, more accurate way to find out where they are.” She glanced at Trenton. “I”m Betazoid, Lt. I can, with extreme accuracy, find anyone on this ship. I can tell you exactly where they are. Unless of course they are strong enough to block me to their presence. It doesn’t require me to read their thoughts or emotions. Just to know that they are there. (OOC: Troi did this multiple times and this shouldn’t invade anyone’s privacy IC and again if they are choosing to block her she won’t ‘notice’ them anyway). As you said, technology can be faulty and give false readings. With your permission, Lt. There is very little to no risk to me.”
En Fayth, Doctor

Cassidy nodded. “By all means, do,” she said lightly as they moved along the deck.

While the two officers argued over how best to find people, Ashlyn quietly pulled back and continued to move down the corridor. They were still in a crisis and needed to move forward, once they decide how best to do that they can catch up later. Ashlyn hated that she didn’t know the best way to defuse that situation, but standing around certainly wasn’t going to help anyone else. For the time being, she continued to use the Tricorder.

• Ensign Ashlyn Trenton
  Security, USS Europa

Fayth would be able to note the two presences towards the turbolift and in fact, one was radiating a significant amount of pain. The rest of the deck seemed to be clear.

Moving along, Cassidy caught up to Trenton. She was once again focused and had managed to lock down her emotions more strongly

Abrams, COS

Sharah caught up to Ashlyn and was feeling the deck around her for people when she suddenly grabbed Ashlyns arm, hard. “Turbo lift. Two of them, someone’s hurt.” Her voice sound strained, there was A LOT of pain, and she had to work to pull her empathy back where it connected suddenly. She got her head clear and looked at Abrams. “Someone’s REALLY hurt. I need you to find me a safe way down. If the amount of pain is any indication the person won’t be able to move with out medical aid.” She ‘listened’ again to the deck and out, “I don’t sense anyone else.”
En. Fayth, Doctor

Ashlyn stopped long enough to hold onto her friend to provide a grounding point if needed to help get her focus back, the Conference loud and encouraging to try to drown out some of the pain being experienced. “It’s okay Sharah, I’ve got you.” Ashlyn would gesture toward a door with her chin. “Jeffries Tube access point, it’ll allow us to get above the Turbolift so we can cut our way in without having to damage a door or risk accidentally dislodging it. How soon can we get engineering here?”