Posted by Lieutenant Commander Rana Singh (Number One) in Main Sim: Cargo Bay A

Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Main Sim: Cargo Bay A
OOC: Since we appear to agree, we’ll go on foot.
- Dave

IC:

The quiet hum of the shuttle bay was punctuated by the occasional chirp of diagnostic equipment as one of the engineering technicians worked methodically around the waiting shuttlecraft.

Crewman First Class Dalen crouched beneath the port nacelle access panel, running a final calibration through the shuttle’s field coils. Satisfied, he secured the panel before moving to the landing gear, tricorder in hand.

“Structural integrity field emitters are within tolerance. Inertial dampers are green across the board,” he reported to no one in particular as the results scrolled across his handheld display.

Crossing beneath the shuttle’s nose, he connected a portable power cart long enough to complete the final systems synchronization before disconnecting it moments later.

Inside the cockpit, status indicators flickered from amber to green one by one.

• Impulse engines: Nominal
• RCS thrusters: Nominal
• Environmental systems: Online
• Navigation sensors: Calibrated
• Shields: Standing by
• Transporter systems: Operational
• Communications: Verified

Dalen stepped back as the shuttle’s access hatch cycled smoothly.

“Pre-flight diagnostics complete,” he called toward the gathering flight crew. “Fuel reserves are topped off, emergency rations and medical kits have been replenished, and all mission equipment requested by Engineering, Science, Security, and Medical has been secured aboard.”

He gave the shuttle an approving pat along the hull.

“She’s ready whenever the team is.”

“Not today crewman!” said Captain Glen, “We’ve decided we’ll walk instead!”

Rynak had slowly descended off a turbolift before his boots met the ground, coming to stand right next to one of the engineering officers present. His eyes seemed to illuminate when mismatched eyes landed on their vessel, tail betraying a small wag behind him. Composure remaining steady as the last calibrations were ran.

He stepped off and carefully joined the rest of the away team. Beaming with excitement almost like a little child.

“If everyone is ready,” said the Captain, “Let’s go out and meet the Shiarians!”

• Glen, CO

Rana could say one thing absolutely. He was not ready. But this is why he had joined Starfleet. And this was his job. He looked at the captain and smiled to himself. That

and trying to keep up with the captain. ” Indeed, captain let us march fort into the unknown so that ir can become known!

Rana Sing Lt. Cmdr. Number One

With the order given, Thalos fell in behind the rest of the away team as they made their way from the bridge. The journey through the corridors was quiet, each officer mentally preparing for the mission ahead.

Reaching the airlock connecting the USS Merrimack to the docked vessel, Thalos performed one final check of his equipment. His phaser rested securely at his hip, tricorder fully charged, communicator functioning within normal parameters.

His silver eyes swept over the team one last time before they proceeded.

“Security is ready,” he reported calmly.

As the airlock cycled and the inner door slid open, Thalos waited for the Captain and senior officers to proceed before following them through. The moment he crossed onto the other vessel, his training took over.

His gaze methodically assessed the corridor ahead, noting exits, possible cover, environmental conditions, and anything that appeared out of place. His antennae subtly sampled the surrounding vibrations, alert for approaching footsteps or movements beyond normal hearing.

He remained a half-step behind the senior officers—not leading the mission, but quietly positioning himself where he could react immediately should the situation change.

For now, everything appeared calm.

Thalos intended to keep it that way.

Lieutenant Thalos ch’Ravik
Chief Of Security
USS Merrimack