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Post by Kossuth on Nov 2, 2016 7:31:43 GMT -5
Zem had managed to grab onto the clone -- or whatever it was -- of Tiberius, just as it was beamed away. She was carried along, too, and was hit by a phaser on stun immediately as she materialized on the pad.
When she came to, she found herself in a small cell in some kind of brig. The brig contained four cells, with Zem in the middle-left one. There was nobody else in the brig, except for the guard who sat behind a console near the door. He was wearing some kind of all-black robe without any markings of any kind; he seemed more engrossed in what he was reading than Zem. She could only see him -- and he could only see her -- if she moved toward the front of the cell.
Behind her was a small bench and a food replicator, inset into the wall, that had a significantly limited set of dietary choices.
The walls of the brig were uncharacteristically dark for a Federation ship. The ship seemed to be made out of a material that Zem did not immediately recognize.
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Post by Ensign Zem Sieloh on Nov 2, 2016 9:51:17 GMT -5
Zem wasted no time in getting to her feet and examining her surroundings. She began to pace as she was understandably anxious as the realization of what she had done started to sink in. She had let her confidence get the best of her with the "blue squad" back in action and she was now internally berating herself for leaping foolishly into a rash decision.
Her mind began to race as she puzzled over where she was and who these people were, and for that matter, who those soldiers were who had crashed into the star base. The various names echoed in her mind as she tried to piece things together: "Avalon!", "Talon", and "kilgharrah".. None of it rang any bells for her.
She now found herself idly poking at the replicator, trying to see if there was anything she could do to mess with it. She paused briefly to examine the odd walls and leaned in to take a closer look. She tilted her head and licked her hand, wiping the saliva along the wall curious to see if there was any reaction to her corrosive spit. Surely this was no federation ship was it? Unless it's something top secret, but that seemed rather silly to her.
Her stomach churned as her anxiety started to creep up on her more, the realization that this was no game and her life was very much at risk. "Keep it down. Keep it down. Not yet.." She thought to herself. She swallowed hard and moved toward the front of the cell and observed the guard before speaking. "So where's Talon? I need to speak to my buddy."
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Post by Kossuth on Nov 3, 2016 9:27:38 GMT -5
The replicator lit up as she tapped the console. It gave her a small variety of choices; one or two basic options from each of the major Federation races. She could replicate a Bolian dish if she wanted to, but it would be the Bolian equivalent of rice and beans.
Her spit sizzled a bit on the wall but did not eat through. However, it dripped onto the side of the replicator control console and began to corrode it. Clearly, it was more effective on the replicator controls than the bulkhead.
The guard groaned as he looked up at her with his light brown eyes.
"You don't need to do anything except to sit down and wait until we figure out what to do with you. Also, I doubt you have any friends here."
He went back to reading his PADD.
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Post by Ensign Zem Sieloh on Nov 3, 2016 12:59:50 GMT -5
Zem scoffed a little at the guard's remark and pursed her lips in thought. As normal her mind was racing with mischievous ideas but she was struggling with taming them down in such a serious situation. She mumbled lowly as she turned her back to him, heading back toward the replicator. "Doubt a glorified babysitter would even know what's going on on this ship.."
Her lips quirked in amusement as she noticed the effect her saliva had on the replicator. She glanced over her shoulder briefly before stepping up to the replicator and pressing for an order of the Bolian version of rice and beans. Once it whirled into existence she gently plucked the plate of food up and set it down on the bench beside her.
Another cautious glance was made toward the guard as she popped her index finger into her mouth. She scooted back to the replicator and started to fiddle with it, keeping her back to the guard trying to make it appear like she was replicating some more food. Out popped her index finger now covered in her saliva. She examined the layout of the replicator to try and determine the typical area she would need to open up. Once she made her choice she started to draw a rectangles shape with her spit finger along the replicator, curious to see what could work. She smirked a little to herself as she worked, thinking over her favorite Bolian adventure show "Macgalver" featuring a Bolian woman who could get herself out of tight spots using the most unusual objects. This was her day to shine.. She hoped.
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Post by Kossuth on Nov 7, 2016 8:05:22 GMT -5
The guard scoffed at her quip. "Why are you prisoners always so chatty? You think I'm gonna be intimidated into letting you out or something?" He sighed. Clearly he had been in this situation before. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes on his PADD.
Meanwhile, the spit began to slowly bubble through the black frame of the replicator. It took a few minutes, but there was now a rectangular-shaped hole in the device. Zem could see isolinear circuitry underneath.
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Post by Ensign Zem Sieloh on Nov 7, 2016 12:54:06 GMT -5
Zem chewed on her lip a little as she tried to carefully remove any bits of the frame. She took a moment to look over her shoulder at the guard before continuing her work. It took all of her will to resist replying with another quip. Right now she needed to focus and this was going to be harder than she hoped for.
The Bolian wiped her hands off before she started to work carefully on the circuitry of the replicator. She examined the layout, trying to determine the use of each part and think up a way this might be useful to her.
A grin crept up on her lips as she started to carefully fiddle with some of the wiring, looking to see if she could disable any limits that were given to this replicator. She hoped maybe there was a way to readjust it so that it was capable of replicating anything she might want.
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