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Post by thalin on Oct 11, 2007 16:27:59 GMT
Aly walked over to the Andorian at the science station. "Lieutenant, I have noticed that there is a corruption in the translation matrix. I am worried that it is a symptom of a larger database or computer problem. Would you mind checking?"
The Andorian nodded to her at this time, smiling slowly, "I would only more than happy to. If I may, Miss Ryat, I would like to have a word with you in confidence later. It is highly important to me that I do so."
With antennae twitching, he looked to the jewl-like controls that sat upon his console. Taking a seat that few other science officers choose to take aboard Constitution class starships, he moved his hands across these controls as he stared down the viewer that was presented before him. "To the best of my knowledge, Operations has taken care of the database problems that I offered to them on a data slate earlier. However, I shall have that checked out. More likely there is a literal loose connection in your control system. If I am permitted to examine it, I would be most pleased."
He looked out of the viewer and stood, glancing over to the communications console. Slowly he removed the under panel that allowed access to the interior of the system. There he moved several connections around before again replacing the sheet of metal.
"I ask now," the Andorian said as he arose, "That you allow me to make the necessary diagnostic tests on the system."
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Oct 12, 2007 16:40:40 GMT
"Your predecessor just happens to be me Ensign," Ephrem said smiling at the young Trill," and please refrain from cursing. Like you I can speak many languages, Klingon just happens to be one of my favorites."
Aly blushed slightly, this wasn't exactly how she had envisaged her first shift beginning she swallowed hard and spoke again suitably chastened. "I didn't mean to insult you, sir. I suspect I just haven't got all of your short-hand terminology sorted out. I shall also try to restraint my language in future." She took another deep breath as she remembered a time when Tonor had spent nearly a day in constant apology after a major diplomatic misunderstanding. On that scale this didn't even rate. Aly felt the blush gradually fade out of her cheeks. "I've seen several corrupted translation matrices, but this one... Well, there isn't that much left of the original matrix"
"Matrices are keen to become corrupted every so often, but I have to agree with your observation about this one. I think I've seen one this bad only once before, but I'm sure you will be able to fix it," Ephrem said from his chair.
"I understand, Sir. I should be able to fix it but in the mean time I'll have to translations manually."
"Yes, I had to do the same thing," Ephrem said," it took me thirty eight hours to fix though."
Aly winced at the figure he named, still she bet herself that she could fix it faster. "I'll see what I can do, sir." She smiled and walked over to speak to the CScO, who agreed to check the computer system for any signs of a more pervasive problem.
If I may, Miss Ryat, I would like to have a word with you in confidence later. It is highly important to me that I do so." Aly blinked once then nodded. "Of course," she replied wondering what this 'highly important' thing was.
Aly picked up a PADD off her station and starting making notes and trying to work out the best way to reconstruct a translation matrix. "To the best of my knowledge, Operations has taken care of the database problems that I offered to them on a data slate earlier. However, I shall have that checked out. More likely there is a literal loose connection in your control system. If I am permitted to examine it, I would be most pleased."
"I would also be pleased if it was something as simple as a loose connection." Aly said as he removed the panel from the front of her station and started checking connections.
"I ask now," the Andorian said as he arose, "That you allow me to make the necessary diagnostic tests on the system." Aly moved out of the way to allow him to run the diagnostics. Her plan to repair the matrix was coming together and it was going to be a lot of work.
"So is there any improvement?" Aly asked
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"Well thank-you for your help." Aly sighed slightly and settled at her station. The sooner she got this started the sooner it was going to get finished...
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Post by thalin on Oct 12, 2007 17:56:57 GMT
"So is there any improvement?" Aly asked
Thalin looked to her, tilting his head slowly. He looked over to her, mumbling something that sound rather alien - rather than th usual speech that could come from his maw, Andorian speech thusly did. For whatever reason, he was no longer about to communicate as he had with the languages of Earth - knowledge that he had properly acquired.
Moving a hand a moment to indicate that he would quickly return, the scientist was hefting a small silver tube with a certain manner of controls upon it's shaft. He motioned his hands across it, again begining to speak. However, nothing but a garbled mess came forth from it.
He soon lay down again to the panel with an examination, moving about a few conduits of wire so that he could reach for the connection he just made. With a scream of horror, the Andorian ejected his hand that was nominally blue - it was now a sickly looking green color in but a manner of moments. He had done essentially nothing that should have caused such an action, and an electrical shock was hardly enough to alter the skin pigmentation of the Andorian.
Soundlessly, with a wince of his face, he walked back over to his own science bridge console. Glaring into the viewer in his astute manner, he gazed back to the Trill with astonishment. Again muttering something in Andorian, he reached for a nearby data slate that had been resting on the console. He wrote upon it that he believed that something had caused a sudden neural shutdown of his cognitive processes, and that this same agent was responsible for the communications problems - no matter how reactionary or sensationalized that assessment would seem.
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Master Chief Petty Officers were to be seen as a wealth of knowledge, dictated naval tradition. Despite Mira's age, Thalin did view her in this manner. He moved over to her, again with a page upon a data slate, asking her if the Excalibur had navigated anywhere near a nebula that could support interstellar, space dwelling organisms.
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He exhaled as he passed it to her carefully, looking towards the Captain in a hopeless gesture. A careful sigh would indicate that he has actually surrendered himself to the order that he knew he would so quickly be assigned from the Captain - that he was to be sent to sickbay. The Andorian was not going to resist the inevitable, an therefore, he simply resolved himself to the near consequence.
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Post by Ephrem Santos on Oct 14, 2007 2:49:37 GMT
"What happened?" Ephrem asked as he motioned for his science officer to excuse himself and head towards sickbay.
(Mira)
"We've bene in only one nebula in the last six months, but our readings found it to be a normal Class G nebula," Ephrem said alarmed at his science officer's recommendation. "John, I want you to work with our doctor and see what this is exactly."
(John)
"Computer reset all system parameters to normal," Ephrem said as he entered his access codes into the computer. "Ensign, do you have any background in science?"
(Aly)
"Captain, we are still experiencing problems with communications," Barbara reported from the science station.
"Alright, I want us to focus on finding out what exactly just happened to Mr. Thalin," Ephrem said," Mira could you please disprove or prove Mr. Thalin's ascertion about this being a living organism."
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OOC: As you can see this mission has turned into something else, which I hope everyone will like. Our main focus will be to find out what exactly happened and to see if there really is a living organism inside the ship. Also I would like to thank Mr. Thalin for coming up with this plot twist. Good job and keep the ideas coming.
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Oct 15, 2007 17:16:48 GMT
Thalin looked over to Aly, and in response to her question mumbled something that sound rather alien, that is alien to someone who could speak 23 languages fluently and with effort make herself understood in several others. Aly stood and looked at him in askance as he reached back into the open panel under the comms station again. With a scream that wasn't words but was perfectly understanderable his withdrew his hand with a jerk. Aly saw that his skin was a sickly looking green color. She took an involuntary step backwards.
Aly watched as the Science Officer grabbed a PADD and scrawled quickly before thrusting it towards her. I believe that something has caused a sudden neural shutdown of my cognitive processes, and that this same agent is responsible for the communications problems. Aly read. She swallowed.
"That's not good," Aly said. Thalin looked at her suggesting that he could still understand what was being said to him even if he couldn't speak. She looked dubiously at the still open panel and then decided hang back away from that panel as Thalin approached Mira with another note. From the Chief's response Aly assumed that the question was about nebulae that this what-ever-it was might have come from.
Thalin was promptly sent to sick bay and the Captain gave out a new set of orders. Aly moved again as a woman took over the science station.
"Computer reset all system parameters to normal," Ephrem said as he entered his access codes into the computer. "Ensign, do you have any background in science?"
"I've taken a few general science courses," Aly said, deciding to keep her answer simple.
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"Captain, we are still experiencing problems with communications," Barbara reported from the science station. Aly hurried to the woman's side and looked over her shoulder there was still something wrong with the translation matrix.
"Alright, I want us to focus on finding out what exactly just happened to Mr. Thalin," The Captain said, Aly continued to lean over the science station and try to figure out what was wrong "Mira could you please disprove or prove Mr. Thalin's assertion about this being a living organism." Although the words were not directed at her they did set Aly thinking. If this what-ever-it-was (23 languages and she couldn't think of the appropriate words) was alive then it possibly also had some ability to communicate and that meant they'd need the translation matrix fixed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2007 5:25:17 GMT
"We've bene in only one nebula in the last six months, but our readings found it to be a normal Class G nebula," Ephrem said alarmed at his science officer's recommendation. "John, I want you to work with our doctor and see what this is exactly."
John nodded. "We'll get right on it." He left without further ado, disappearing into the turbolift.
Sickbay was slightly different than it had been when John had been in charge. Dr. Ryan's layout irked John, but it was probably due to the anxiety between the two doctors, not the aesthetics. "What do you have, doctor?" asked John without preamble.
"This is very interesting," replied Ryan with his ever-present charisma. "I've never seen anything like it. The study of this organism-"
"I assume you are speaking of the unclassified organism and not Mr. Zarath?" asked John sharply.
Dr. Ryan paused. "But of course, sir," he replied.
"Good." John brushed past him. "Then you can have the distinct honor of analysing the unknown organism. Work quickly, Mr. Ryan."
"I always do," promised Ryan, signaling the medical staff. Navidomskis led two other nurses over to aid in setting up various equipment Ryan called for.
John ignored the familiar faces, approaching the bed where Zarath sat. The Andorian was clearly not enjoying his visit to Sickbay. "Sorry about this," muttered John as he sat down next to the other officer. "As much as I dislike this doctor," he continued quietly, "he has a good reputation as a fast worker. We shouldn't have too much trouble eliminating this problem."
One of the nurses stepped over with a medical tricorder. John faintly recognized her as one of the new additions to the medical staff. "Nurse Byrd, isn't it?" he asked.
She nodded. "If I could have you lay down, sir," she instructed Zarath. The Andorian complied and John watched what had once been his staff begin to tackle the unexpected problem.
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Post by green on Oct 17, 2007 10:42:02 GMT
"No I don't think we've gone near any nebulae that were suspect of harbouring micro-organisms," Mira answered thoughtfully, "come to think of it, I don't remember going near or through an nebulae at all. I'm sorry."
She turned in her seat to look up at the Andorian and noticed the look of pain on his face. "You should get that attended to," she said sympathetically, nodding towards his burned and bleeding hands. "It looks mighty painful, I dont know why you're still standing here!"
The teenager watched as the Andorian science chief excused himself with the captain and was about to return to her scans when the captain actually approached her.
"What happened?" Ephrem asked as he motioned for his science officer to excuse himself and head towards sickbay.
"I don't quite know captain," she answered, turning to look up over her shoulder. "He was crawling under that console overthere and the next second he cries out in pain. He must've shorted something I think...though it beats me why he didn't call for engineering to fix whatever he thought was wrong with it. That's what we have a chief engineer for don't we?"
Mira listened as Ephrem started calling out his orders and waited anxiously for her own next set of orders. She was starting to get tired of sitting about in space dock, tending to silly drill scenario's. Oh she still had to submit her own scenario but she didn't see any use in them.
"Alright, I want us to focus on finding out what exactly just happened to Mr. Thalin," Ephrem said," Mira could you please disprove or prove Mr. Thalin's ascertion about this being a living organism."
"You mean the nebula?" she asked, "or whatever bit him under that console?" Her expression was one of confusion. "It would help if I knew what you were on about sir. I'm no scientist...I just plot courses and fire weapons. I'm a tactical expert..."
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Post by Ephrem Santos on Oct 18, 2007 3:54:34 GMT
"You mean the nebula?" she asked, "or whatever bit him under that console?" Her expression was one of confusion. "It would help if I knew what you were on about sir. I'm no scientist...I just plot courses and fire weapons. I'm a tactical expert..."
"Both of them," Ephrem replied as he approached his young chief," Mira you have as much experience as anyone. I trust your instincts and if flying this ship was as easy as you make it sound I could do it."
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Mira doubted her abilities as a scientist, but Ephrem knew that all members of Starfleet, Officers or NCO's, took basic classes in all fields. Mira was right when she said she was a weapon's expert, but she could do so much more if she wanted to. Ephrem just had to look at himself to know that his his trust in her was warranted.
"Ensign, why so deep in thought?" Ephrem asked of his communications officer," if you have an idea please let me know."
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=^=Santos to Mann, how are things with Mr. Zarath?=^=
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Oct 19, 2007 13:21:54 GMT
Aly was looking at the science station screen where a map of the damaged translation matrix was displayed. The damage was very precise and very thorough.
"Ensign, why so deep in thought?" The Captain asked," if you have an idea please let me know." Aly frowned a bit as she tried to bring her thoughts to coherence.
"This damage doesn't seem to be random, sir." She touched the screen in several places. "In these areas the matrix has been completely destroyed. And yet these areas which are in physical proximity to the damaged areas are untouched. It seems the Vulcan and Romulan languages are particularly badly affected." She paused. "I think there could be some sort of intelligence behind this."
Tag: Captain Santos.
A further thought struck Aly as the Captain turned away. She wandered a couple of steps away from the science station to where Mira was working. "I know you said the Excalibur hadn't passed through any nebulae recently but I'm pretty sure the shuttle that I arrived on passed through a nebula on it's way here. Maybe that's where this came from."
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Post by thalin on Oct 21, 2007 5:33:50 GMT
=^=Santos to Mann, how are things with Mr. Zarath?=^=
The Andorian was acting himself, even if he was unable to communicate. He was attentive and responded with the utmost of decorum as was so prescribed. With a bit of a sigh, he thought for a few moments.
Then, with the spark of an idea, he began to weave his hands in gestures that would make up a slow, yet intricate dance upon his lap. Perhaps there was some novelty, of course, considering the coloration of his skin.
I understand that on Earth, for the benefit of the deaf, a motion with the hands was formated that could be used for communication. It was addressed as sign language. I could still communicate in this manner, if anyone is able - my motor neural pathways have not been affected in any fashion it would seem.
He then paused a moment, wondering if there was any other method by which he could employ thought. Gently grasping whomever's hand was nearest to him, and of course only continuing with their permission, he started to squeeze and release it.
Too, on Earth, was a form addressed as the Morse Code. Sadly, it seems to be a forgotten science. However, if you like I should know it, we could communicate by use of it. Each of these compressions of my hand indicate either a long or short tone that would be sent - the code was either auditory or visual by way of semaphore.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 3:27:01 GMT
=^=Santos to Mann, how are things with Mr. Zarath?=^=
John stepped away from the Andorian and accessed the communications panel. "Not too well, but he isn't showing any severe signs of distress yet. I think... hold on, he's making some sort of signs..."John watched Zarath for a moment before giving up, unable to understand what the Andorian wanted. "He's still trying to communicate, Captain. If we have any progress I'll let you know."
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As John started toward Dr. Ryan he saw a crisis spring to life in front of him. Navidomskis had just turned his back to the specimen when the table on which the organic material rested collapsed ever so slightly. The specimen began to slide, and even as one of the nurses lunged to save it the container fell off the side and burst on the floor. Part of it flew onto Navidomskis' pantlegs. Dr. Ryan shouted, a look of anger present for the first time since his arrival evident on his face. John decided to stay out of the way, turning around to check on Navidomskis.
"He's squeezing my arm," said Nurse Byrd, apparently oblivious to the commotion on the other side of Sickbay. "I think he's using some sort of code."
"Andorian?" asked John, glancing at the alien. Zarath shook his head from side to side. "Human?"
Zarath nodded vigerously. "Find out what he's trying to say," ordered John. "I'd guess a common form of communication... do you know of anything international standard of non-verbal communication on Earth?"
Byrd thought for a moment. "Hmm... an international sign language was adopted in 2089, but that hasn't been popular for almost one hundred years. There are hand signals used in construction, typically at shipyards. But this squeezing my arm, that should be Morse."
"What?" asked John, ignorant.
"Morse code. A rather archaic form of communications, but a useful tool when typical ship-to-ship communication is not available. I believe it is taught to command officers, but..." she trailed off.
John blushed slightly. "Right. You know more than I. If you could interpret for me-"
"I'm sorry," apologized Byrd, "but I'll need to refamiliarize myself with it. I had my last communications course over five years ago."
"All right," replied John. "Take an hour to get the basics under your fingers. We'll try to communicate with Mr. Zarath then." He did his best to convey this one-hour wait to the Andorian with a digital clock while Byrd departed to study.
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Post by Ephrem Santos on Oct 26, 2007 19:34:22 GMT
"This damage doesn't seem to be random, sir." She touched the screen in several places. "In these areas the matrix has been completely destroyed. And yet these areas which are in physical proximity to the damaged areas are untouched. It seems the Vulcan and Romulan languages are particularly badly affected." She paused. "I think there could be some sort of intelligence behind this."
"Intelligence?" Ephrem asked as he approached his communications officer to look at the data," do you mean an artificial intelligence or a sentient intelligence?"
(Aly)
Ephrem didn't expect a difinitive answer and he wasn't surprised when his communications officer couldn't offer one. The idea that they were dealing with any type of intelligence was almost unbelievable.
=^=Santos to Mann, how are things with Mr. Zarath?=^=
"Not too well, but he isn't showing any severe signs of distress yet. I think... hold on, he's making some sort of signs..."John watched Zarath for a moment before giving up, unable to understand what the Andorian wanted. "He's still trying to communicate, Captain. If we have any progress I'll let you know."
"Alright keep me updated, at least he's not in any immediate danger," Ephrem replied glad to know that John was there helping the new doctor. He knew it might cause a problem, but he trusted John above all others.
"Ryan to Santos, part of the speciem we recovered has disappeared," Ryan said with a calm voice.
"What do you mean disappeared?" Ephrem asked his voice slightly raised.
"We had a little accident down in sickbay," Ryan explained," we cannot find it."
"Then find it Doctor!" Ephrem said," we don't know what this thing is. It has already done damage to our communications systems. I want it found now!"
"Understood," Ryan replied.
Things were beginning to get more complicated as time passed and Ephrem knew that wouldn't bode well for them.
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Oct 29, 2007 16:55:55 GMT
"Intelligence?" Ephrem asked as he approached his communications officer to look at the data," do you mean an artificial intelligence or a sentient intelligence?" Aly shrugged as a response.
"I don't know, sir. From what little I have seen so far I would say that this is at least as intelligent as a...." she paused as she tried to remember the correct words. "rat or mouse. It may be more intelligent, of course. As to the origin of the intelligence." Aly gave another shrug. "I haven't got anywhere near enough information to venture an opinion" Aly could have sworn she saw the Captain smile slighty as he turned away, he couldn't have been expecting a proper answer given the data available.
Aly set to work rewriting the deleted portions of the matrix. She looked for further patterns or indications of intelligence.
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Post by thalin on Nov 2, 2007 5:21:45 GMT
"Not too well, but he isn't showing any severe signs of distress yet. I think... hold on, he's making some sort of signs..."John watched Zarath for a moment before giving up, unable to understand what the Andorian wanted. "He's still trying to communicate, Captain. If we have any progress I'll let you know."
Zarath arose in his royal signal's manner before nodding gently in a polite way to signify that he was not leaving to those around him. Sitting down carefully at an unoccupied medical computer, the Andorian gazed apparently passed the pyramid shaped screen before making some motions underneath the aformentioned monitor.
Reaching for a tactile control, he adjusted a few of the levers, confident he had been able to access a point to which he might make text appear on the viewing screen, and to this his hands began to move across the console.
I hope that you are able to read this. I apologize for my previous methods - I did not mean for them to be so arcane that something would be so terribly lost in the translation.
I believe that you recognize that I am infected somehow, and I truly appreciate those attempts that you have made on my behalf. I am, despite my newfound disability, proud to have been the vessel of such scientific discovery.
If there is anyway in which I may assist you, please allow me to know this way.
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Post by green on Nov 2, 2007 20:55:01 GMT
Mira wasn't sure how she could best help in their current situation; she thought that what the captain was asking of her was next to impossible. She had flunked science in highschool, and had never had much to do with it ever since she enlisted into Starfleet. She was a tactical and weapons expert, not a scientist. ~I'm not a nerd~ she chided herself as she concentrated on her console.
Once, she caught Mann's gaze upon her and she smiled back, before busying herself again on her work. She had diagnostics to run, weapons to check and shields to harmonise. She didn't even have time to busy herself with the science officer or even the communications officer.
"I'm going to weapons control," she announced, "and I've got to check the torpedo tubes. Be sure to warn me this time if you intend to fire any!" She still remembered that time when she'd been trapped in one of the torpedo tubes after a Romulan had attacked her. Thus, she never liked going there but she braved her fear as this was part of her job to go over.
She stepped into the turbolift and quietly stood there as the car brought her down to where she needed to be. The teen exited and walked into weapons control, beelining for the controls she needed to check. Inserting a red disk into the slot she commanded the computer to start a system's check on the shield harmonics.
=^=System check in progress. Three hours until completion, stand by.=^=
Nodding in satisfaction, Mira turned and headed for the torpedo launch bays. "Bridge, hold off on firing any torpedo's while I'm down here," she requested, "keep a sensor lock on me at all times. I don't want to be trapped in there again!" Carefully, she crawled in, but a scant five minutes later she stood outside again. "Tubes are cleared for use," she announced as she walked away.
(ephprem you wanna have your go now here? the idea we discussed?)
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Nov 6, 2007 18:05:16 GMT
Aly had finished the first stage of her reconstruction of the translation matrix, it was going to be a long job. So far she hadn't heard of any further problems being discovered with the computer.
A member of the engineering staff had come up and replace the panel under her station but she kept eyeing it gingerly. She was very worried about what had happened to Thalin there, she felt guilty as well.
She had also doubled checked her shuttle's route to the Excalibur, as she had thought they had passed through a nebula but again it seemed a standard sort of gas cloud.
She uploaded the first lot of rewritten data and then started a diagnosic routine. She sat in silence waiting for the routine to run. She was patient but all the same she hated waiting even after all these years it didn't get any easier but it was necessary.
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Post by Ephrem Santos on Nov 19, 2007 10:53:25 GMT
The entire senior staff was performing their duties to the best of their abilities. John was helping the ship's new doctor by trying to discover what exactly had happened to Mr. Zarath. Aly was currently trying to repair extensive damage to their communications systems which would take countless hours and Mira was checking on the torpedo tubes. The fact that she was doing this was a really big thing. They had almost lost her when she had become trapped in them.
"Bridge, hold off on firing any torpedo's while I'm down here," she requested, "keep a sensor lock on me at all times. I don't want to be trapped in there again!"
"Understood, I won't let anything happen to you," Ephrem said as he personally walked over to the console. He didn't anticipate anything going wrong, but he was not about to tempt fate.
Torpedo Bay
It had miraculously escaped from the humans that had been prodding it with their instruments. All it wanted to do was return to its space and be left alone, but it seemed that it would be impossible. He had already tried to contact them, but was unable to.
Exploring the small confines of the ship was relatively easy for it, but it was having a hard time finding a suitable host. The process took a few hours and it was best if the person was alone when it was initiated.
Opportunity arose when a communique was sent from an isolated part of the ship to the bridge. Someone was in torpedo control and it would be there as well. Patiently waiting for the human female to exit, it tried to come up with a plan.
No more than five human minutes had passed when the female exited the confined space. Quickly and making sure not to be noticed it attached itself to her clothing. She would soon be under her control, but for now it would wait a while longer.
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Nov 20, 2007 10:44:24 GMT
Aly stretched and worked a kink out of her shoulder, it might have been from her self-defense lesson earlier but she rather suspected it had more to do with her sitting hunched over the console for hours. Her first draft rewritten matrix was up and the diagnostics were running. She didn't have anything specific to do until the diagnostic results came back and she wasn't technically on duty any more.
Checking that her relief at the comms station knew what was going on and would call her if the results were back sooner than she expected, Aly left the bridge heading for the messhall. On the way she met Mira who seemed to be heading the same way. It wasn't really Aly's thing but Tonor and Zedan had known how to read body language and as far as Aly could tell Mira did not quite seem herself. Not that she had much information to go on.
"You going to the mess?" Aly asked as she caught the younger woman up.
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Post by thalin on Nov 21, 2007 8:21:33 GMT
Having made a bit more progress regarding literate studies, the Andorian had slept well through the simulated night. He was able to relax, knowing that somewhat his faculties were returning to him and that he was not going completely insane by the manners involved.
The next morning, after a standard medical routine, he was greeted by his assistant chief, the Vulcan scientist Zarok. The two matched fairly well in their alien ways as well as their perceived smug and cold demeanors that were not necessarily meant to seem so. They were simply misunderstood by human beings and therefore found some relation on that matter.
Standing up out of his sickbay bed, the Andorian brushed off his uniform a bit with a nod to the warrant officer. Looking about himself slowly, he motioned as if asking what he had found regarding the ailment. The Vulcan in response motioned that they were to leave sickbay.
Entering the lift, Zarath could not hope but remain in his fixed state of silence, unable to articulate any words. However, Zarok stayed in this state, seemingly by nature. As they reached a scientific lab, Thalin adjusted his eyes to the console that his assistant chief had drawn his attention to. It seemed a sort of riddle upon it, or something of an uncompleted puzzle.
A diagram had been drawn that indicated power fluctuations throughout the vessel at the times that the problems had occurred. And with that Zarath began to think.
Moving his blue hands across the console, he wrote a message out to Zarok:
If one wishes to hide something, one only has four dimensions of normal space in which to hide it. They could physically disguise it, but less physiological means of investigation could easily produce it. So to hide something outside of this universe...it would not be a question of where, but when.
And it was this message that he had displayed quickly as a file for the commanding officer to see.
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Post by green on Nov 26, 2007 20:28:55 GMT
Mira turned and smiled shyly. "Aye," she answered, "I need something to eat, haven't had any breakfast and I had a really bad night. Also, I really really don't like topedo tubes after being nearly shot out of one...I always need something to drink after inspecting them."
The teenager hesitated, then twisted to get at something on her back. "Aargh," she groaned, "I got an itch I can't reach, that's so annoying! John said something about those a while ago but I really can't remember what." She twisted and turned then finally resorted to using one of the bulkheads, after which she sighed in relief. "Always get them after having been in the tubes," she continued, "they really give me the jitters. Weird huh?"
The two women entered the mess hall and Mira slid one of the menu disks into the slot, after which a plate with her choice meal appeared from the hatch. "Ahh, Andive stew with bacon. Haven't had that in a while. Not since Frances visited anyway." Mira smiled. "Frances is my twin, he's a second year cadet in the academy. I'm the troublemaker between us two, Im sure you've noticed. So, how about you? Any siblings?"
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Post by Alyana Ryat on Nov 28, 2007 13:29:15 GMT
Aly nodded as Mira spoke, it seemed the young woman needed someone to listen and she was only too happy to oblige, it was easier than talking about herself.
"They really give me the jitters. Weird huh?"
Aly shook her head "after you experience, it's hardly surprising that the tropedo tubes make you nervous." She smiled reassuringly
Aly watched as Mira got her meal and then selected some Plomeek soup and a baked potato. She settled at the table just as Mira appraised her own meal.
"Ahh, Andive stew with bacon. Haven't had that in a while. Not since Frances visited anyway." Mira smiled. "Frances is my twin, he's a second year cadet in the academy. I'm the troublemaker between us two, I'm sure you've noticed. So, how about you? Any siblings?"
Aly swallowed a mouthful of soup and thought for a moment before replying. She knew the Symbiosis Commission had edited her family out of her service record but... "Just one, Ellisan my younger although no longer littler brother. He's studying to be a scientist. Ellisan was supposed to be the family troublemaker. At least until I ran off to join starfleet."
Aly paused again. "My people tend to be a little reclusive and everyone thought I was going to be a diplomat of some sort" She shrugged slightly "I wanted to explore so here I am. Not quite sure my family have forgiven me yet." She shook her head and gave a wry smile.
"Feeling better now?" she asked hoping to stop talking about herself. Mira gave a small nod as she continued to demolish her stew, Aly tried again "So how long have you been out in space?"
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Post by Ephrem Santos on Dec 3, 2007 6:23:47 GMT
It had never taken this long for it to overtake a host. The young female had a strong willed mind and it would take a bit longer than expected. For now it would have to learn her ways and allow itself the chance to not be discovered. It was obvious to him that the young women loved to talk and talk she did. In the short time that it had been on her, it was the one thing that she hadn't stopped doing.
OOC: Mira, whenever you want the alien to fully take over your body please feel free to do it. Once that happens you'll control the way this mission goes.
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Post by green on Dec 3, 2007 9:30:07 GMT
Mira shifted uncomfortably, an eerie feeling creeping upon her as she put down her fork and gazed at the Trill before her. "Define out in space," she retorted, more harsh than she had intended. "I've lived on Mars my whole life and I joined the Excalibur when she first set sail. So I've been here at least two years. I'm eighteen years old.." She faltered, realising that she should've said nineteen and she bit her lip in held back anger, directed at herself.
She suddenly felt extremely cold and she shivered violently. "I don't feel so good," she murmured as she got up and picked up her plate to dispose of it. "I'm going to sickbay, I'll meet you back on the bridge in a few minutes," she promised.
Leaving the surprised Trill behind, Mira hurried out of the mess hall, leaning against a bulkhead when she'd crossed a few corridors and hoped she was alone. She hugged her own chest, trying to get warmer but it didn't help. Again, she felt the annoying itch on her back and she rubbed it against the bulkhead. Briefly, the itch was gone but it was followed by a sharp sting between her shoulderblades. She cried out in surprise, thinking she'd caught herself on something embedded in the wall. Turning, she found the wall to be fairly smooth.
Shaking her head, she walked on, her pace turning into a light run as she headed to sickbay. "I'm so cold," she managed as she entered the medical area, "and I've just run across half the ship and I'm still freezing." The teenager approached the new doctor, uncertain of how to talk to him. John was her boyfriend, and she felt comfortable confiding in him. She didn't know this new doctor and she didn't like the way he carried himself.
She shivered again and she rubbed her hands together, gasping as she saw her skin was turning blue. "Help me," she asked, frantic, not understanding what was going on. One of the nearby nurses caught her just in time when she cried out again and collapsed.
"Bit of a fragile one, isn't she," the nurse commented, "she's always in here for one reason or the other. Call the bridge and tell them she won't be returning to her duties today. About time she learned to take her rest when ordered to do so, don't you think?" She raised both eyebrows at the chief medical officer. "John was ever too kind on her when he was chief medical officer. She's too strong-willed."
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Post by thalin on Dec 6, 2007 6:45:59 GMT
In the scientific complex, the Andorian intensely examined a screen full of sensor information. Small subspace disturbances had been detected throughout the last twelve hours, and seemed to be matched to a mathematical system of parabolic equal distribution. Such was far too regular to be simply gravimetric 'static' and therefore Zarath intended to apply his hypothesis to this recent occurrence. Therefore, stepping out of the lab's reach, the Andorian proceeded into the turbolift once again.
Reemerging in a hallway corridor in the secondary hull, he found it only a short walk to the shuttlebay. Upon entry to the doomed interior room, he looked around until he found a serviced shuttle.
With the enlisted man on duty there recognizing the superior rank the scientist possessed, he was permitted to access the vessel without a word spoken - thankful due to his condition. The doors being drawn back as he entered the Class F miniature vessel, the crewman left the bay so that he might depart.
With the vessel picking up a slow speed to depart on thrusters, the shuttlecraft soon cleared the bay. Entering into space under ion engine power, the vessel approached a flicker of starlight that seemed to reminisce of the starfield one viewed as a ship entered warp. It was a clear anomaly to the condition of the surrounding area.
Tapping a few jewl-like controls, he monitored the condition with ever increasing intensity. It seemed as though the area was a ripple in the space-time continuum. Sure, theoretical physics could argue that the currents of time would produce such a multi-versal condition that could warp the curvature of the continuum in one fashion or another. However, this was no ordinary circumstance - it was clear that someone had tampered with the eternal void.
As he had thought earlier, someone wishing to hide something has only four dimensions that one could move it through - however, that fourth dimension would prevision for enough of a tesseract to hide an object. A tesseract, being the four dimensional homolog of a three dimensional cube, would provision a sort of ripple in spatial relations themselves so that, free of any relativistic effects, the object could effect our universe in the way any other could.
Armed with this knowledge, the Andorian began to develop a plan in his mind as of how to combat the mystery. Class F shuttlecraft had some limited superluminal capabilities, and therefore he began to ready the rudimentary warp drive. As the nacelles of the space vehicle started to rush to warp factor one, the shuttle lurched forwards. Forming an arc around the disturbance, he jabbed emphatically at the controls, causing him to jam the shuttle out of warp as he vented plasma from the nacelles. This formed a ring of flame that licked at the arising form of the object that emerged from the distorted space.
A writhing burst of color accompanied the concoction as the form of a nebula exploded - centuries of time being played out as whole star systems and galaxies seemed to appear and disappear - wholly in microcosm.
With the fantastical display over with, Zarath touched his throat. Then his hands found themselves seeming to explore his head and antennae - he felt whole once again.
With that, he reached for the communicator at his side and opened it. "USS Excalibur, come in. This is shuttlecraft Axarxis."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2007 21:19:41 GMT
John left the science labs where he was monitoring both the department's progress and Zarath's personal progress to check in on the medical staff. Dr. Ryan was handling the situation as well as could be expected, but Navidomskis was out of character. As soon as he noticed John's presence, he hurried over.
"I suggest you take a close look at Nurse Byrd's dossier, doctor," said the neurologist in a hissed whisper. "She's not what she seems."
"Excuse me?" asked John, uncertain what the man was implying. "Ben, if you're having problems working with her, I'm sure Dr. Ryan will make changes, have one of you switch shifts-"
"It isn't that," snapped the nurse. "It-" His eyes grew wide as Byrd entered Sickbay, and Navidomskis hurried back to the rest of the medical staff working on the clean-up.
"Sir?" asked Byrd.
John turned to her. "Yes?"
"Where is the patient?"
"In the science labs," replied John. "May I have a word with you?"
Byrd's eyes shifted to Navidomskis, who was doing his best to avoid looking in her general direction. John did not wait for a reply, closing the distance between himself and the nurse. "Ben Navidomskis seems uneasy with you. Is there anything you need to tell me? Past history getting in the way? If you want, Captain Santos and I could help reassign you to another ship, if working here is a problem. Or we could mediate your conflict."
Byrd's cold eyes did not waver. "There is no problem. He's afraid I'll-"
A commotion at the other end of Sickbay caused John to instinctively turn. He barely saw Mira collapse before a wave of nurses were lifting her onto a biobed, running scans, and blocking John's path.
"If you'll excuse me, sir," said Ryan with his ever-present smile. "I can't have you interfering at the moment. You can see the patient later. Anderson, work on Miss Green. This enigma requires the remainder of our attention."
John's jaw muscle worked tightly. He had been a CMO! Why was he denied access?
"I'll go find Zarath, sir," said Byrd quietly, leaving without waiting for a response. John stayed in Sickbay for several minutes before heading to the Bridge to give Ephrem his latest report on Zarath.
Upon arriving, John heard the last of Zarath's communication. "...is shuttlecraft Axarxis."
Ephrem glanced at John. "When did he leave?" asked the Captain.
John blinked in surprise. "I don't know. We have a more pressing matter. Mira's just collapsed in Sickbay, and Dr. Ryan has yet to complete cleaning up the spill. It has been over twenty-four hours, but microscopic particles of the substance have been found all over Sickbay and are still being recovered. They are multiplying."
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