STF

Cargo Bay - Main Sim

Posted March 7, 2019, 9:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Ang'er To'kar (Chief Engineer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (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 (1) 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.

“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


Posts on USS Endeavour

In topic

Posted since


© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service

Version 1.15.9