Posted by Lieutenant Ang’er To’kar (Chief Engineer) in Cargo Bay - Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Kanto (Scientist) in Cargo Bay - Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Ang’er To’kar (Chief Engineer) in Cargo Bay - Main Sim
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻

SNIP

Realizing that Lt. Eshrallias was lost in thought and failed to hear her comm chirp, Kanto decided to take the initiative and respond.

=^=Lieutenant To’Kar, this is Cadet Kanto. Perhaps I could be of service?”

Cadet Kanto, Science

Ang shook her head and realized she had been busy. Tapping her comm she answered with an almost apologetic tone. =^Kanto, we have a situation here in the cargo bay. There is a chance there is a … =^= she frowned trying to think of the phrasing, =^=… a presence here… we think… We need to investigate before we take these crates to the surface.=^= She wasn’t sure if she was protecting those on the surface, or keeping the ship safe. Either way, she wasn’t going to let whatever was in the cargo bay be a mystery for much longer.

=^=Understood. On my way.=^= came the reply from Cadet Kanto.

“Anything that I can learn, we’ll know in an hour.” Rexar remarked as his receptors bounced back into their lively stance.

He walked off after her only to deviate onwards of the classified cargo units. His movements were swift and lithe as he progress through the bay. Antennae in full arrest, Rexar marched between the sealed units and observed their surfaces thoroughly. First with a keen eye in search of any disturbances or alterations to the containers external structures. Then by hand about the areas that couldn’t be seen. Inspecting them for something hidden, or something innocuous if that would be the case. Examining simply to know that he had done so as best as could be done. When satisfied, he placed himself at the centre of their section. Gathering his thoughts, Rexar closed his eyes to seek out the energies about him. Putting himself into a quiet state of open focus, with his arms at his side and his palms face up. He took long, even breaths and let his mind be a vessel, and his antennae the funnel with which to summon the consciousness before him.

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

There were thirteen of them. All of them were in silvery cases, not unlike a standard Starfleet kit box, only in this case they were of a silvery metal that on close examination was finely woven. It was hinged at the back where the top would just flip up, though the hinges were covered and protected. Indeed at the front of the case where a latch or something would normally be there was only the top overlapping the front as it would normally be. There was nothing to suggest a key or latch or anything at the front. Only on top was there something and it was an intricate, slightly depressed mechanism that, on the surface looked to be a ‘standard’ biometric ID pad. While Rexar would be familiar with ‘standard’ ones as they were common, this looked to be more sophisticated and suggested higher degrees of security. On a scan the threads that were woven making up the case was what looked to be, if it could be believed, ceramic duranium.

The sensations persisted. Indeed whatever it was - he couldn’t explain it - seemed to ‘notice’ him though again it was hard to explain just how. It wasn’t a mind that was there, but he had the distinct feeling it noted his ‘antennae’. Something about that got his hairs on the back of his neck tingling … was this a good thing?
- Wookiee

Rexar held his eyes shut and pushed himself to home in on the radiating forces at their strongest point. Holding his hands out in front of him he took several deep breaths and slowly followed the flow of vibrations to centre himself with the aura and its waves. As he came to a stop he opened his eyes. He removed the tricorder from its case and spoke aloud.

“Computer, using the electromagnetic spectrum at its widest possible range. Perform a narrow bandwidth scan within a three metre radius of my position. Eliminate the readings of my tricorder and commbadge and isolate individual emissions by frequency and type. Once complete, refine the sweep to include categorically defined causes for said emissions while focusing on the most potent source.”

Rexar paused a time as the computer ran its scan and searched the database within his tricorder for ever known relevant link about the ceramic duranium weaves of the special containers. Properties, metallurgy, origins and purpose of usage were the highest listed requests of his search buffer.

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

Ang came to Rex as she watched him studiously confer with his Padd. “Learn anything yet?” She asked as she stepped up before him. “I have someone from Sciences coming down. Maybe they can help figure this out. We need to make sure we are not putting those on the planet in harm’s way.” She growled slightly under her breath, her half Klingon anger starting to simmer to the surface. “I don’t like being toyed with. I find it hard to believe that no one has any idea what is going on.”

She glanced at him and shook her head. “Forgive me… are you still being bothered by the presence you felt?”

Lt Ang
CE

Kanto entered the Cargo Bay after he grabbed some portable equipment and his tricorder from the Science Lab. He nodded to Lieutenant To’Kar. “What can I do to help?”, he said, assessing the situation.

Cadet Kanto
Science

Ang nodded to Kanto, “Just a moment. I think you and Rex would do better at this than myself.” She nodded to Rexar beside her. “He’s sensing ‘something’ here. I want to be sure it’s not a risk to anyone here or on the surface.” She turned back to Rex waiting to hear what he had come up with.

Ang
CE

“There’s little I can tell you Ma’am. These specialized units appear to be woven in ceramic duranium and their security locks are of a much higher quality than our standardized model.”

Rexars’ voice was dull and bland with a moderate show of disdain. Unsatisfied with his findings and and even more disappointed in the report to his DH, Rexar shook his head as he glared deeply in to the P.A.D.D.

“I know nothing about either.”

He rushed through his ending statement in a reduced tone under his lowered chin turning onwards of the lieutenant slightly.

Dropping his arms to his side’s he threw his head up and across as he heard the steady march of a determined individual approach. His antennae flared up as the Vulcan advanced and became ridged. Rexar was not fond of Vulcan stoicism but knew their great focus and ability to consider alternatives would be advantageous. As he closed the distance, a gathered professionalism marked his words.

“I’m having the computer run an EM scan on the immediate vicinity on the widest possible range. I’ve also programmed it to compare patterns and signatures with anything in the database that could likely relate to any known emissions previously recorded.”

Upon the cadet’s arrival, Rexar stood to the side to allow him ample space for his equipment and observations. He then squarely faced the two of them and continued to speak.

“The sensations aren’t bothersome Ma’am. They cause me no pain or discomfort although at first it was disorienting and then after almost intoxicating. I’ve adapted to its presence and it won’t be a distraction but all I can discern is it hasn’t communicated anything to me and it seemed to be attracted to, or fixated on my receptors.”

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)