009 : Encounter Apr 12, 2020 16:04:09 GMT
Post by David Tan on Apr 12, 2020 16:04:09 GMT
Generation Vessel Itzamna ...
Recreation Area Three ::
The Away Team had made a second thorough search of the Recreation Area with no success, they were still effectively imprisoned in an albeit lavish jail. With no means of knowing if any more of the Halanan had escaped poisoning, venturing beyond the door they had so effectively sealed, could be suicide! ..... Nate Massa had been walking around the second level of the Recreation Lounge festooned around the circumference with lounges and refreshment areas. Twice he had sat down watching the others below as they too considered their extremely limited options, he rubbed his eye and stretched out his arms hoping to ease the tiredness when his eyes drifted upward. He sat in complete silence for several seconds then jumped up, running to the glass railing:
"TAN... ALL OF YOU... LOOK!" he was pointing at the enormous glass dome or so the others thought until they caught sight of what he was trying to show them. The USS El Alamein could be seen, drifting almost serenely across their sky" lost as one they began to wave frantically as the Defiant Class continued her pass above them, both Tan and Massa had slammed their Comm badges and were trying to contact the ship, but received only static in reply ..... Elena had been watching the ship and suddenly ran to Massa, taking his phaser from his side and quickly adjusting the settings.
"There's no way you can contact them with that, the forcefield is too strong, besides puncturing a hole up there will only see us reach the El Alamein as so much soup," the Security Chief said, but de Luca had had another idea and wanted to try it out whilst the ship was still in sight. She raised the weapon and fired a sequence of shots:
∙∙∙∙ ∙ ∙—∙ ∙
Keeping the phaser aimed at the same spot she repeated the sequence several times with no outward result, cursing beneath her breath she reset the phaser to a higher setting and again fired:
∙∙∙∙ ∙ ∙—∙ ∙
∙∙∙∙ ∙ ∙—∙ ∙
Everyone had realized what she was trying to do, and they began to watch the almost snail-like progress of the El Alamein as it continued to traverse the massive dome .....
USS El Alamein
Two Hundred Meters Above Korowia Generation Vessel ::
"Is there no way we could narrow the scans further?" the Captain was asking her Operations Officer currently at Tactical.
"Any more and we would need to make numerous passes to ensure we didn't miss any areas of the ship," Alan Ross replied suddenly frowning, "Wha ....."
"Commander?" Komin asked, noting his sudden change of tone.
"Hold on..." Ross said scrutinizing the readings a second then a third time, "For a second I was sure I recogn... and there AGAIN!" Komin got up and moved to his side.
"What am I looking at?"
"Wait a moment, 'THERE' see?" he said, slapping the console with the palm of one hand in excitement, "I'm narrowing the scan," he informed the Captain, doing so without waiting for a reply either way.
"It looks like fractional distortions to the Itzamna forcefield it could be anything," Fran said, not seeing the pattern immediately.
"No, it's too uniform, man-made, and if ....." again he fell silent, making a copy of the minuscule flashes before moving it to a dedicated screen where it repeated over and over, he clapped his hands, "H,E,R,E ... Bloody hell, MORSE CODE." he quickly told Komin that someone on the Korowia vessel was trying to contact them using old Morse Code pulses. Somehow they had figured a way to impact the force field and by a million to one chance it was picked up on our sensors.
"HELM... Hold our position relative to the Itzamna," the Captain ordered ..........