Post Number 14 "I got an idea."

Posted on Fri May 29th, 2020 @ 9:21pm by Commodore Cyndi Song

Mission: The Restroffs (Space Spiders)
Location: shuttlebay
Timeline: current

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Sitting in the shuttlebay waiting for the rest of the group to arrive, the ship under duress by these strange spiders, Bjorgo stood up and did some isometrics to keep his blood flowing properly and keep his muscles loose. As he did so he saw the Centurion checking him out, a look of curiosity on her face--and something more. Was that an interest he saw in her eyes? It was subtle but he was pretty damn sure it was there, and given who he was, it was nothing new.

As he contemplated the Romulan and her possible interest in his physical form, Tore's eyes scanned the chamber casually, his gaze coming to land on a small craft tucked away in a far niche. "I'll be damned," he said in a low tone, more to himself.

Alona, being a Vulcanoid, had exceptional hearing. When The Doctor spoke she stood up and came in next to him. "We're all damned in one way, or another, Doctor." Her eyes followed the direction of his gaze, seeing the small craft he was looking at. "Something special about that ship?"

"Damn skippy," replied Tore, turning his head to glance at her briefly before his eyes went back to the craft. "That is a Delta Flyer. One of the toughest warp capable small craft in the Starfleet arsenal. Intermixed with Borg tech, able to withstand temporal wakes and distortions, and the photons are the plasma torpedoes the Borg use. No need for a magazine of torpedoes since the ship creates them using the power from the warp core. As long as there is power from the core the torpedoes will function."

Standing patiently, crossing her arms over her chest and hitching her hips to the right in a saucy stance filled with swagger, Alona listened as he prettled on about the ship. "Do you two need to be alone?"

"Of course we do," said Bjorgo, a smile forming. "But, not in the way you think. That ship is the one for us--you and I."

Not sure where this was going Alona arched an eyebrow in a very Vulcan-looking pose as she stood up straight again, her arms dropping to her sides. "Doctor, we've only just met. Do you feel that spending time alone in that Delta is necessary at this time?"

Bjorgo gave a few light nods. "Oh, yeah. For sure." He then turned to face her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her his way to face him straight on. "I got an idea."

Being touched by outsiders was not something that Vulcanoids preferred. So, when he grabbed her shoulders and turned her she wanted to strike back quickly, to have him step off, but something in his expression told her it was a duty-minded moment, not personal. "As you say. You have piqued my interest. Let go of me and I will then listen to your idea."

Realizing he was still holding Alona's shoulders, Tore removed his hands quickly as he gave a sheepish grin. "Apologies, Centurion. No offense intended." He saw her eyes glance to the Delta, then they came back to him askance. "You and I can take that ship. Get out there and see what we can do to alleviate the current circumstances. There has to be a way to deter these spiders, to get them to let us go and seek nourishment elsewhere. That ship," his hand lifted and he pointed at the craft even as he kept looking her in the eye. "Is our way of doing that." His hand dropped.

Seeing in his eyes that this man was set on this course of action, Alona became as serious as she needed to be. "The probability of death is high, Doctor. Or, at least, getting stuck like those others out there. I will trust you and accompany you, but only if the Captain agrees. I just got here under the exchange program, I don't need to ruin my career, in either service, over an idea."

Bjorgo nodded in agreement. "Of course. I just don't see anyone else rushing to get this shit done. So, it falls on us. I'm a man of action, and I daresay that you are a woman of action. So, two actions are better than one, right?" He gave a schmoozy grin.

Alona couldn't help herself. Seeing that silly grin on his face made her give a chuckle and a grin of her own, rolling her eyes at him. "The things I get talked into." Another sigh of pseudo-irritation as she placed her hands on her hips. "You better be right about this."

"Hey, it's me." He retorted, the mirth still playing behind those beautiful blue eyes of his.

"That's what I'm afraid of," responded Alona. She threw her hands up momentarily in a pose of surrender. "Fine, fine. Call the Captain and see what she says. If she agrees then you have your partner in crime, so to speak."

Bjorgo gave a nod, his face immediately getting more serious, though the mirth and playfulness remained in his eyes as he glanced at her while calling upstairs. "Bjorgo to Captain," he said as he tapped his combadge.

Cyndi tapped her com-badge "Go ahead, do you need me down there?"

"No, ma'am," answered Bjorgo. "I'm pretty sure you're needed right where you're at, Captain. Anyway, I have an idea for an excursion for myself and Centurion Alona. Here's what I have in mind." He then laid out his plan like he had to Alona. When he finished he then sought agreement. "With your permission, Captain, we'll launch immediately in our only Delta Flyer."

"You are aware that it was strongly suggested we use impulse," Cyndi said "The two of you are wanting to go alone in the Delta Flyer with no back up or anything else? You'll have to launch my Delta Flyer on impulse only. The rest of the away team is being readied. Stay in touch with me at all times."

"Of course, Captain." Bjorgo acknowledged. "All away team protocols will be followed. We'll contact you when we're free and clear. Bjorgo, out." He tapped his badge off and the two of them mounted the Delta Flyer via the aft, fold-down hatch. Closing up and working in tandem, the delta Flyer was up and away within fifteen minutes, clearing the forcefield barrier. Tore noted that some of the spiders crawled along the forcefield that kept the shuttlebay from depressurizing even with the bay open. Yet, as they drove through it to get free and clear to maneuver, not one spider transferred from the Amandora to the Delta. Curious.

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