[Bridge]
Ardyn stared at the wreckage of the ship as the yellow alert was called. It looked like it had been run through with a blender. What happened here?
[Bridge]
"Thank you, Ms. Jaeger," T'Ra replied, watching for any changes in the numbers streaming across her screen, furrowing a brow at the nominal improvements. But finally she found what she was looking for.
"I'm also picking up traces of an ion trail," she reported, adding to Harmon's statement. "And based on the rate of decay, I'd say it's recent, less than a couple hours old."
[Bridge]
For a very long moment, Kirok was paralyzed by the music. The only movement that could be seen was a tightening of his jaw. And then a twisting of his fingers into fists ready for a fight.
Sloan had taken it too far and there appeared to be no end in sight. Not unless someone stopped him. "He needs to pay for way the did" Kirok finally said.
"Proceed. Take us to red alert. I want everyone at battle stations" he added.
[Bridge - NPC Evan Buehler]
According to the computer, the person in question was currently on the bridge, and Evan didn't feel like arguing the computer, so he made a beeline straight to the closest Turbolift. He stepped inside, and it shit up like a bullet, depositing him at the desired location before he could so much as utter 'hold your horses'.
The doors parted, and he stepped out onto the bridge padd in hand. He found Kirok standing front and center, but something caused him to halt in his tracks. The Vulcan's body was rigid, his hands clenched in what could only be rage, his posture totally at odds with the music playing.
"And the cat's in the cradle, and the silver spoon. Little boy blue and the man in the moon," Evan began to sing quietly to himself, unaware of where the words were coming from. "When you coming home, dad? I don't know when, but I know we'll have a good time then. I know we're gonna have a good time then." But Evan shivered, his body reacting to the unearthly ambiance that had settled upon the bridge. And Kirok was clearly not in the mood for
this tune.
"Sir," Evan managed at last, holding out the padd. "The computer found a near match for the prisoner's DNA, but the name attached is classified..." Only now did he glance around the bridge, his eyes meeting briefly with T'Ra's.