Cargo Bay One... Cargo Bay Two... Scotty walks through the main hallways of the Orlando. Looking for anything resembling a door or path leading to the main power core. Familiar with how the NX-01 operates all of it's hyperspatial equipment, Scotty wants to see if the Enterprise-Class can muster enough nuclear output to operate the same set of equipment. Cargo Bay Seven... Cargo Bay Eight... Eight? How many are there!? Opening the door, it leads into a sizable storage room. Completely empty. Eight of these, eh? Leon would surely love this for all that fuel he's using! Closing the door behind him, the Hazmat Suit wearing Starflier continues on.
The hallway yet again splits, one leading towards the engines, and the other to the powercore. As Scotty takes his first step down the corridor to his left, the alarm suddenly starts blaring from a nearby console. A biological contaminant has been released, please evacuate. Startled, he trips over one of the flaps of his suit and falls face-first into the dirty carpet. A couple of nearby doors slide open and a mix of crew members, technicians and maintenance workers run out.
"Hey, Frederick! Move it! We have to go! Hey, you!"They pointed to Scotty and then back down the hallway he came from."We have to evacuate!"
"What the hell is going on, lad?"Getting up, he sees a crack in his faceplate. Just his luck. Scotty pulls off his faceplate and looks back at the worker.
"Biological contaminant! Who are you? Doesn't matter, let's go, let's go, let's go!"
With all the commotion happening, Scotty manages to scramble back to his feet and quickly moves to the doorway with a strange glow inside. Looking back towards the group, he locks eyes with the worker who told him to evacuate. Scotty awkwardly waves at them, then the security bulkhead closes between him and the group. Seeing the kind of circuitry, pipes, conduits and the like running over the walls near the door, Scotty turns around to see that he is in fact in the observation platform just outside the powercore. All it took was one look at the construct in the middle of the room for Scotty to say
"Well this won't work at all! It's tiny!"
The sounds of turning gears, pistons sliding and suction pads being separated fill the room, albeit very muffled. Are those the docking clamps!? What in the he- The speaker starts popping, as an internal connection was established. A familiar voice speaks,
"I hope you're not a goose."
"Seabourne you crazy bastard! Where are you? Did you release the clamps?"
Seeing as this entire situation is now possibly even worse than before, Scotty places the sidearm on the desk and proceeds to take off his Hazmat suit. Assuming Seabourne is going to order him around, Scotty is going to make sure he can move quickly as to not trip over... again. Once back into his regular outfit and the pillowcase tied to his belt, Scotty reconsiders his decision to take the sidearm. While waiting for Seabourne's reply, he activates the safety and stuffs it into a nearby drawer. Leon doesn't have to know about that.
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