=/\= Unity: Near Explosives cargo bay 3, Military area
=/\=
Mnemosyme should have been sleeping but instead her
overactive mind didn't seem to be allowing her to rest. She
had decided to go jogging around the military decks... this
is one time where being a marine definitely was paying off.
She had an open yet sort of secluded place to jog;
especially at this time. She had been careful to avoid
guarded areas, but as she rounded the corner she was shaken
violently.
Like everyone else, Mumacik too has been too slow to react
– and to prevent the marine Corporal from detonating his
bomb. The last thing that went through his head before all
went black was the question – how did the marine managed
to smuggle a bomb inside a secure area?
Mnemosyme barely managed to stay on her feet as she seemed
to bounce from one wall to the other and back. She kept
moving quickly making her way to where the commotion seemed
to be coming from. Rounding another couple of corners in
the maze like corridors, she came upon a sight that she
wasn't quite expecting and the amount of smoke filling the
hallway made it seem all the more dangerous. She crouched
low and started moving into the fray.
The front of Explosives cargo bay 3 looked like an
earthquake centre. The explosion was not vast, but powerful
enough to inflict considerable damage to all walls, the
massive cargo bay door included. From the 10 persons present
at the time of detonation, nine were dead, a single man
still barely alive.
Coming across a body she checked for a pulse. It seemed
like minutes ticked away before she finally felt a light and
seemingly slow beat. {Slower than a bunch of kids learning
a waltz.} Briefly she scans the man's features and realized
that she had seen the security officer around. Noting the
wound on his head; she let her fingers linger over it while
she tried to make out what else was going on.
All was dark and his head empty. Not only without any
emotion (what was normal), but without any thought at all.
Only holy gurus of the highest grade could ever achieve this
stare … without being at the door step of Death's realm.
It wasn't until her wrist was clamped firmly that she
realized the wound was looking much better. {Oh, Damn!}
Slowly like water filling a lake by drops, Mumacik's mind
filled with thought again. His neurons started to work
again, his central nerve system started to send and receive
impulses. Maybe it was a mistake, cause Mumacik felt the
most intensive pain for eternity …
Out of nowhere, the pain grew less and he could feel more
then just a pain. Mumacik opened his eyes, but he saw all
like through a crimson layer. Not seeing who or what was
around, he said in hardly a human's voice: "I am Lieutenant
Mumacik, Chief of fleet level security. Please identify
yourself"
"Second Lieutenant Nyx."
Mumacik's encyclopedia memory kicked in, he remembered the
counselor. "Are we still in front of Explosives cargo bay
3?" he asked.
"I guess that's what it is," she responded. {Relax a
little} she thought as the circulation in her hand seemed to
be slowed severely or halted.
"I have to warn you" he managed to say with lot of effort,
"that there might be a criminal element around." He could
not speak more and explain the whereabouts.
"OK," Nym reassured, "where do you think you're hurt?"
Mumacik mumbled some words, but not even he could recognize
what he was saying.
His response was even quieter as than his warning. Blood
suddenly rushed back into circulation as he released her
wrist. "Emergency transport to sickbay for two," she
commanded.
He realized Nyx's words and knew instantly that she won't
succeed. They were just in the wrong place …
Only a dismal bleep answered her. She looked around and
realized she was in an area that didn't directly allow
transporting or she was lost and the explosion did more
damage than what it looked like it did which was already
terrible. She released a sigh and tried to lift the man
laying on the ground, but he was a bit more than she could
lift and still stay on her feet. A small sound behind her
and to the left had her turning and drawing her phaser in
one smooth movement. Finding nothing she looked through the
debris and found some rope and a large section of canvas.
Unable to move, Mumacik could not help Nyx in her efforts He
could feel his arms or feets, but for some reason he could
not move. He was in a sort of 'freeze' status.
With her make-shift stretcher ready she laid it beside the
security officer and rolled him onto it. Nym wiped her
brow, scanned the area around her one more time and then
picked up her end of the ropes and started down the
corridor.
"Move, move, move" called Sergeant Armstrong, leader of the
security team send to investigate the explosion in front of
Explosives cargo bay 3. Operations alerted his team 2
minutes ago. Since the target area was protected by
transport inhibitors, they could not beam directly there …
but were beamed several corridors away – about 1 km from
the explosion area. An engineering team was on the way as
well, but security had to secure the area first.
Mnemosyme was aware of noises ahead of her and remembering
Mumacik warning, she held her phaser in her hand at the
ready.
Just 500 meters left. All the marines were running, except
for the backup team, some 50 meters behind – just for all
cases. Wearing medium combat armour, the run was not an easy
one, especially when you hold your gun in front and ready to
shoot. Such an explosion could be just an accident … but
something more dangerous as well.
The noises were getting louder and Nym found herself slowing
when approaching intersections and carefully peek around the
corners. When determined all was safe she would quickly or
as quickly as she could clear the open areas and continue to
her destination. Her progress wasn't very far yet and the
destruction still was very evident.
Finally, the security team arrived just at the last corner
and it was there were Sergeant Armstrong gave the command
for his team to spread out and be ready for possible
resistance. The whole place looked QUITE a mess, even for
veterans. Seeing a person clad in teal uniform, Armstrong
called: "This is security, stay calm and identify yourself!"
{Hope they're the good guys} she thought as she took aim but
answered, "Second Lieutenant Nyx."
Armstrong looked at the hand made 'cart' with some amazement
and once he's got a nod that the area is secure, he motioned
towards two of his marines. They walked over to Nyx and took
the burned from his hands. The unlucky guy lying there did
not look very good. It was the infamous LT. Mumacik, but
Armstrong had the feeling that he won't bother any officer
or civilian about security protocols for a long time.
Nym allowed the marines to finish what they were doing but
her seemingly relaxed posture was anything but as thoughts
of the warning she received early still ran through her
head. If It hadn't been for the obvious protocols that she
recognized she would have shot first and asked questions
later. "He needs transported to sickbay ASAP."
The Sergeant nodded and motioned the two marines, who easily
took the cart. One of them contacted operations and asked
for medical emergency transport as soon as they leave the
transporter inhibitor protected area. It was just a meter
before the next corner when the Mumacik and his two
companions were beamed away.
Half of the security team was already securing the area,
scanning for more explosives, structural damage and
examining the nine dead bodies. Sergeant Armstrong came
towards Nyx and asked: "Ma'am, I must ask you how did you
came here and how it is that you dragged the wounded officer
away. If you require medical attention, that can be handled
as well". He seemed somewhat relaxed, after all, there were
good 10 marines around him and Nyx, not counting another 10
just several meters away, plus the backup team of 5 just
behind.
=/\= End Log =/\=
2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor
SB: 234 Unity
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LT. Mumacik (NPC by Muma)
Chief of fleet level security
SB 234: UNITY
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NPCs by Muma
