to fifteen soldiers were wandering about the ship at any given time. The rest were either in the cargo bay or asleep in their berths. The problem wasn’t solved, as now live fire exercises were going on aboard the ship while it was underway, but it gave the pirates a way to blow off some steam that didn’t involve them turning their wandering eyes on the crew, especially the female members of that crew.
Tamara stood in front of one of the engineering consoles, her ever-present shadows not very far away. She had made her decision and it was time to act. Tamara was aware that if she was caught doing anything against the ship or more accurately the pirates in it, there would be hell to pay, and not just for her, if Armsman Jax decided to vent his wrath on others in the crew. She glanced back over at them; one of them lifted his eyes from his perusal of her bottom to smirk at her. He waved. She shook her head in disgust and turned back to the display. She pulled up the control feeds to the main reactor, running a standard diagnostic. Tamara made sure that the diagnostic featured prominently on the screen.
Her left hand kept working the diagnostic on the console, but her right hand set down flat on the edge of the console itself, her right thumb pressing into the access port there. Her HUD popped up, still sputtering and cracking a bit. Tamara concentrated a bit harder and the HUD image firmed up. It wasn’t getting much easier, as she’d originally thought. Getting her implants to work still took a good amount of concentration to bring her HUD up to operational status, but it was easier now to maintain her systems once they were up. Now, using her implants, she accessed the controls to the cargo bay doors, the bay that the soldiers were using for their exercise.
It was as simple as pulling up the information on the control console before her. It was an engineering display, which, coupled with her officer status aboard the ship, gave her immediate access to the door controls on that cargo bay. The controls were there, ready for her command and with just a single thought, the bay doors would open and blast the contents out into the void. A red warning indicator began to flash on her HUD and another indicating that the bridge would be alerted if she continued with this action. A few mental commands later and a number of macros opened, activated and then closed in rapid succession. An instant later, the warning indicator disappeared and a new command icon appeared, with text just below.
[Continue with cargo door activation? Yes/No]
The “No” indicator was highlighted, while the system waited for Tamara to decide. She activated a few other control macros, ones that she updated and loaded with other information that had nothing to do with the cargo bay doors. If this worked, they wouldn’t have a lot of time. If it didn’t work, then someone would probably need to pick up the torch from her dead hand. Tamara checked the internal sensor feeds again on her HUD while she pretended to be looking over the reactor diagnostic. Twenty-four of the pirate soldiers were in the cargo bay at this moment. More than half. With all of them gone, in the confusion surrounding that debacle she might be able to get the lupusan sisters out of the brig and they could finally get the ship back. That was a lot of hope to try and place on the furry shoulders of the two security officers, but the crew didn’t have any hope without them, even with the advantage of half the pirates dead. She agonized for all of one second, closed her eyes for a moment and then initiated the command.
Just as she did so, someone grabbed her right hand off the console, severing her link to the mainframe. Tamara gasped in confusion as her
Tamara stood in front of one of the engineering consoles, her ever-present shadows not very far away. She had made her decision and it was time to act. Tamara was aware that if she was caught doing anything against the ship or more accurately the pirates in it, there would be hell to pay, and not just for her, if Armsman Jax decided to vent his wrath on others in the crew. She glanced back over at them; one of them lifted his eyes from his perusal of her bottom to smirk at her. He waved. She shook her head in disgust and turned back to the display. She pulled up the control feeds to the main reactor, running a standard diagnostic. Tamara made sure that the diagnostic featured prominently on the screen.
Her left hand kept working the diagnostic on the console, but her right hand set down flat on the edge of the console itself, her right thumb pressing into the access port there. Her HUD popped up, still sputtering and cracking a bit. Tamara concentrated a bit harder and the HUD image firmed up. It wasn’t getting much easier, as she’d originally thought. Getting her implants to work still took a good amount of concentration to bring her HUD up to operational status, but it was easier now to maintain her systems once they were up. Now, using her implants, she accessed the controls to the cargo bay doors, the bay that the soldiers were using for their exercise.
It was as simple as pulling up the information on the control console before her. It was an engineering display, which, coupled with her officer status aboard the ship, gave her immediate access to the door controls on that cargo bay. The controls were there, ready for her command and with just a single thought, the bay doors would open and blast the contents out into the void. A red warning indicator began to flash on her HUD and another indicating that the bridge would be alerted if she continued with this action. A few mental commands later and a number of macros opened, activated and then closed in rapid succession. An instant later, the warning indicator disappeared and a new command icon appeared, with text just below.
[Continue with cargo door activation? Yes/No]
The “No” indicator was highlighted, while the system waited for Tamara to decide. She activated a few other control macros, ones that she updated and loaded with other information that had nothing to do with the cargo bay doors. If this worked, they wouldn’t have a lot of time. If it didn’t work, then someone would probably need to pick up the torch from her dead hand. Tamara checked the internal sensor feeds again on her HUD while she pretended to be looking over the reactor diagnostic. Twenty-four of the pirate soldiers were in the cargo bay at this moment. More than half. With all of them gone, in the confusion surrounding that debacle she might be able to get the lupusan sisters out of the brig and they could finally get the ship back. That was a lot of hope to try and place on the furry shoulders of the two security officers, but the crew didn’t have any hope without them, even with the advantage of half the pirates dead. She agonized for all of one second, closed her eyes for a moment and then initiated the command.
Just as she did so, someone grabbed her right hand off the console, severing her link to the mainframe. Tamara gasped in confusion as her
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