too Columbus, so they are not smugglers...this is fake, appears legit but does not make sense
With his communicator at hand he began thinking and said What have you two found out? =/\
Tritter was not impressed with Jett's antics, but the Chief made no comment, he had zero interest in indulging the man. Tritter however, left the man alone, as he knew the amount of trouble they could get into was fairly minimal. He had been keeping an eye on one of the Engineering Officers when he heard that he was beckoned for.
[Tripoli]
There was something almost freeing about using the Starfleet Transporters. The way their atoms were broken down and reassembled; a split second existing everywhere and no where at once. It was almost poetic to say the least. Still, Octavius did not let it distract him from his duty as he led the way to the engine room. He was as eager to explore it as the higher ups were to know what they would find.
The tight fight between consoles and other equipment was no problem for the young man. What was a problem was the way one of the consoles appeared jerryrigged together. Putting his weight into it, Tav attempted to move the paneling that was wedged into place but it would not budge. "Commander?" he called out. "Going to need a hand over here if you don't mind." There did not appear to be any screws holding the paneling in place, he just needed a bit more strength.
Tritter shifted a bit to figure out the source of the beckoning, he would than notice Cadet Reo who had requested his assistance. The Chief replied with "Happy to", in a cool and collected tone as he responded. He made his way over towards the Cadet, as he looked over the situation, although the large man was unsure what exactly the Cadet was trying to do. He would take a moment before he replied with "How may I help you?" The Chief had several thoughts in his mind of what the man wanted him to do, but he wanted to make sure before he put 350 pounds of muscle to use and break something that might be bad of him to break.
Although his attention had been caught by the Engineering Officer he was with beckoning for him in a nervous sounding tone, "Commander, you might want to come here" He would shift his gaze towards Reo "Come with me" He moved quickly over towards the Ensign who had beckoned for him. The man than said, "Sir, take a look" and gestured off to his left, the man's voice was panicked, he didn't know what to do in this situation, he was an Engineer, not a bomb expert. Tritter looked at it, his blood ran cold, he knew immediately what it was and the danger they were in. And they had very limited time, about fifteen minutes worth to get everyone off the ship before they were blown sky high. Although he pondered leaving Jett behind, but even he isn't that big of an asshole.
He took a moment to reply, he had a good idea of the lay of the vessel as they had investigated as much as they could without giving them away. He than stated, "Cadet, Ensign, go to Deck 23, get the Escape pod ready. I will round up the others, and I will get a distress call out to the Gibson. Move" He made his point very clear, he would than exit the area and make his way over towards the Engine Room where Pardek was, he had to actually go to her as again, he was comm badge less. He would than make his way over towards her, it was obvious something was not right as he moved in a very quick fashion. He than looked towards the other Lieutenant Commander, before he replied with "Commander, we need off this ship, now, Deck 23, meet the others at the Escape Pod, I have to get Jett" his tone was calm and collected, he hoped she would simply follow his directions.
He would than exit, next stop, find Jett and get a distress call out. He checked his watch, 3 minutes gone, he should be ok than. He would eventually find Jett about a minute later in the Captain's ready room. He looked at him and stated a simple, "Jett, this vessel is rigged to explode, we have 11 minutes to get off of this tin can. Get down to Deck 23, don't ask any questions" He didn't have time for the man's second guessing nature, so he hoped they would just listen. Tritter than made his way to the bridge, he wasn't much of a comm's guy, but he knew the basics and that would be all he needed. He than sent the following distress call to the Gibson, he wasn't sure who would be on the other end, the message was calm "Gibson, this is Commander Tritter aboard the Tripoli, the vessel is rigged to explode, we will be leaving by Escape pod unless you can beam us off" He wasn't sure if they could, since things had gone this far off from what they had been, he would not be surprised if there was no way to get them all off the Tripoli, and he would rather be safe than sorry, as there is six other peoples lives that are in his hands. He would wait about thirty seconds for an acknowledgement back, as he really didn't want to be on this tin can when it blew sky high. He had nine minutes at this time to get to the other end of the ship and on the escape pod, or get transported off, whichever would be the option available.