STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

Torres, annoyed by the fact she was not currently, in the psychic conversation, started doing what Torres always did when she was annoyed: Looking through telescopes at spaceships and thinking about the best ways to take them apart. To be fair, she usually did this while in a Maquis strikecraft, and she usually did it to ships armed with disruptors and shield banks. But the principle was the same thing, and as she peered at the distant shape of the Stardancer, she started muttering under her breath. "I think we could actually cannibalize that fusion drive's internal components. The magnetic focusing bottles can work for dilithium streams into the nacelles..."

Kes and Tuvok both looked up at the ceiling of the Stardancer, where the muffled sounds of Torres' voice echoed into their telepathic communication with the Kazon. Kar started.

"Whoa, hey, she can't have my mag bottle!" he exclaimed. "It took me years to save up for it!"

"Oh it's fine," Torres said, her voice still sounding muffled by her psychic disconnection. "We'll fab you a better one with a replicator."

Kar's eyes boggled. "...you have a replicator?" he asked.

"You know what a replicator is?" Kes asked.

"Of course I know what a replicator is. It's a replicator, it replicates things," Kar said. "Obviously. Like, molecular scale?"

"I mean, if we want to be crude about it," Torres said, dismissively.

"What!?" Kar exclaimed. "You got an atom forge? A god-machine? Like from the old books?"

"Yeah, why?" Torres asked, dismissively. "Also, you wouldn't call it a god-machine if you met any actual gods, kid."

Kar shook his head, then held up his hands. "Wait. You can't just take my ship apart," he said.

"It would help a lot," Kes said, gently, placing her hand on his hand and squeezing.

"...you can take my ship apart, but only if I get...a better one!" Kar said, firmly.

"And I believe the best approach would be to keep our shuttle, repaired and ready for assistance," Tuvok said. "Kes, you are thinking of what I am thinking."

"I am!" Kes said. "We have the grav-chutes. We should use them."

"And Torres and Kar can exfiltrate us once we have completed our objectives," Tuvok said.

"Grav-chutes?" Kar asked, his brow furrowing. Then his eyes widened. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Those torpedoes, you said they were transwarp torpedoes?" At Tuvok's nod, he scowled. "So, they're torpedoes that would give the Ogla an edge over on Voyager? That sounds, crazy advanced. Like, illegal advanced." He nodded. "Like, If word got out about that, then it'd be game over for the Ogla and it would make for one hell of a distraction for your mission! All I have to do..." He grinned. "Is tell Lan!"

Tuvok and Kes exchanged a glance.

Kar was quite pleased with his idea. No he wasn't trying to rub it in her face that her beloved Ogla were evil and out to destroy the Voyager she constantly fangirled over and feel bad about dumping him. This was just obvious, and logical, and a great plan.

"We shall keep that in advisement, if such a distraction is required," Tuvok said, judiciously.

"I thought Vulcans didn't-" Kes started.
Tuvok coughed.

The Stardancer and the significantly less dramatically named Shuttle-4 came together with a quiet crunch. Torres immediately swarmed out in her space suit, while Kar gaped around himself at the interior of the shuttle, the airlock doors clincked together with a soft hum. He tried to not look impressed, while Tuvok and Kes donned their spacesuits, slung phaser rifles, and attached the belt loops of the grav-chutes. Kes flashed him a smile. "Now, you help Chief Torres as much as you can," she said, nodding. "And keep an eye out for us."

"I got! Will! That is! I-" Kar stammered as the two stepped into the starboard airlock.

The door hissed shut.

"...fuck," Kar muttered, then strapped himself into the seat.

Outside, Torres frowned as she studied the Stardancer. Up close, she made a face. "These bottles are verklempt..." She grumbled inside of her suit helmet, while past her, Kes and Tuvok dropped towards the vast gray hemisphere of the moon drifting by. She tapped on the short ranged coms. "Kid, you're a fucking maniac. You're lucky that your fusion bottle hasn't exploded three times already. I don't know if I can even use half these...is that duct tape!?" She spluttered. "You're keeping your entire radiation shield in place with adhesive tape, you maniac!"

"Hey, my uncle swears by duct tape," Kar said, defensively.

"Yes, but it's not a weld. It's not magic!" Torres snapped. "Well, not...mostly magic. Fucking hell." She started to scramble into the guts of the Stardancer, grumbling as she got to work.

Kes watched as the ground approached. It was eerie, silent, and getting faster and faster and faster, every second. She tensed, but rather than tucking and rolling as she might with a chute, she kept herself as narrow as she could. The chute kicked on a few meters off the ground and the last few seconds of the approach went from blinding fast to glacially slow, and she settled against the gray dust with two tiny puffs of impact. Tuvok dropped right next to her, with the same sudden deceleration, ameliorated by the tube of artificial gravity and inertial dampening they had both been chucked into.

Tuvok gave her a nod, then moved with the steady, loping strides of someone used to a light, light gravitational field. Kes followed - and the two went belly down at the edge of the crater that the Kazon Ogla base was situated in. It was a collection of domes and bubbles, with a set of two disruptor turrets at the north and south edge. The two of them started to move forward - keeping to the shadows of the moon. Fortunately, the sensor grid was aiming up, and away, looking for bright, energetic approaches. Not for two space suited figures well under their scanning threshold. They came to the airlock adjoining one of the hemisphere shaped domes, and there, Kes whispered.

"What building is this?"

"Engineering storage," Tuvok said, tapping his tricorder against the keypad. The advanced computer technology of the USS Voyager and Starfleet once made things simple: The door clicked open quietly and the two stepped inside. "I believe we can secure additional supplies for repairs..." The door opened and they both stepped in to find that the room was full of boxed and organized bits and bobs required for any technical civilization to survive in space.

It also had a Kazon Ogla technician in a grubby blue pressure coveralls, scowling at the two of them.

"Hey, I didn't have any-" he started, then stopped, seeing the unusual spacesuits. Tuvok stepped forward, his helmet still polarized and gold.

"I am a Kazon Ogla security official, here to perform basic competence checks. Are you aware that your pressure coveralls are poorly fitted about the neck?" The Kazon techie turned his head, trying to peer at his seals, as Tuvok reached out, grabbed his neck, and pinched the nerves here and there and...the Kazon slumped unconscious.

"I need to learn how to do that," Kes whispered, drawing her phaser rifle.

"I will teach it you, as soon as we return," Tuvok said, simply.

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CURRENT MOMENTUM: 3
CURRENT TRAITS: None

The ground team will...
[ ] Immediately make for the labs for the data.
[ ] Attempt to fashion disguises from the supplies
[ ] Gather the repair supplies for Torres to beam up once she's fixed the shuttle
[ ] Write In

Torres has rolled NOT QUITE ENOUGH to succeed! She can succeed with consequences, meaning she creates a Complication!
[ ] Torres can't do it - choose to fail
[ ] Torres can do it, but it'll show up on the Kazon scanners (Complication: Detected!)
[ ] Torres can do it, but it'll break real soon (Complication: That Conduit Won't Hold...)
[ ] Torres can do it cause she's fucking awesome. (Spend 2 Momentum to buy off the complication, lol.)