"Stacking the Deck"

Iryna had taken to leaning against a bulkhead inside the small, square compartment, the hatch leading down to the Maverick still decidedly—and rather obstinately—closed. Arms crossed over her chest, she stared up at the decking above, waiting impatiently and lost in somewhat annoyed thoughts. She had not expected the sudden chirp of her combadge at Lieutenant Korn’s call, so when the noise echoed in the confined space, Iryna jumped in place.

“Bozhe!” she exclaimed in her native tongue, pushing off the bulkhead and glancing around for a moment before a slight blush rose to her usually pale features.

“Da, da, Lieutenant!” she answered after slapping a hand to the delta pinned to her chest to open the channel. “Ehm, I am waiting for Engineering team member to arrive. We do maintenance on shuttle Maverick.” She cleared her throat.

“My access to shuttle is no good. Perhaps security code is bad?” she explained. - (OOC: Specifically mentioned @Zaje Korn, and non-specifically mentioned @Scruffy LeBlanc.

“Stacking the Deck”

Lieutenant Iryna Nakhimova
Lieutenant JG Schubert "Scruffy" LeBlanc

Stardate: 58807.15, 15h57
Location: Deck 03, Waverider Maverick Loading Ramp Entryway

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“Blyat!” Iryna exclaimed in annoyance as she tossed an engineering tricorder haphazardly across the decking, the device clattering with an echo throughout the relatively confined space which granted access to the descending ladder that fed down into the Vanguard’s de facto captain’s yacht.

The Maverick was a Waverider-type shuttlecraft designed specifically for the Nova-class.

And for the last fifteen minutes she’d been standing at the periphery of the access hatch, trying and failing to get it to open. There’d been some sort of hang-up somewhere and the computer hadn’t recognized her clearance, and Iryna suspected it had something to do with all the crew changeover on the Vanguard. She had hoped to get a head start on reviewing the systems aboard the craft prior to the arrival of whichever sad-sack engineer had been tasked to assist her, but as the time neared 1600, that seemed unlikely.

To a degree, she rather resented being assigned a babysitter for what she considered routine maintenance. After all, she knew craft like this well enough on her own, and could handle most baseline engineering tasks. “U semy nyanyok dytia bez oka,” she muttered aloud, recalling an old proverb her grandmother shared, about how too many nannies meant the baby would go unseen. She kicked a boot against the nearby bulkhead, her gaze shifting upward to the decking above, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm the tempest within. “Computer, please unlock this craft. Authorization code: Nakhimova, alpha-two-wiktor.” She tried once more, hoping that maybe being polite might make a difference.

A decidedly negative-sounding chirp later, the computer’s response followed. “That authorization code is not recognized. Please repeat authorization code or contact Chief Security Officer Zaje Korn for access.”

“Suka!” Iryna replied as she crossed her arms over her chest in defeat. - (OOC Notes: Specifically mentioned @Zaje Korn, @Schubert "Scruffy" LeBlanc.)