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Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival

Posted Oct. 27, 2020, 2:13 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mazhari Allendor (Engineering Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival

Posted by Ensign Tabris Asam (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mazhari Allendor (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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OOC: Fixing the split!

OOC Well GM What’s Miz’uki finding in the computer I did specify she is going through the shuttles logs and computer systems

Nothing as of yet” she said growling usually she was far better with a shuttles computer systems than this

Miz’uki

Lt. Jg. Maxwell Watley- COS

Miz’uki would find a cleverly-deleted file titled that could be restored, but would need some time to do so. It appeared to be downloaded from the Montezuma just before launch and then deleted in transit.

GMT Capybara

Riley strode down the corridor, PADD in hand. Slow down, the shuttle bay isn’t going anywhere, he chided himself, but didn’t break stride. He did pause as the bay doors opened, though, before entering. The engineering team were all doing various tasks in and around the shuttle. She spotted the head of a Caitian through the shuttle window. That must be the chief. He approached the shuttle door.

“Lieutenant Mizuki?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ensign Riley, with the science department.” He held up his PADD. “I have some readings I’d like an engineer’s input on.” He looked around at the engineering crew in the bay. “Do you have someone whose brain I could pick?”

  • Ensign Riley, Science Brain Picker

Tabris popped himself out from underneath the shuttle and went to sit up, but having gauged his distance a little poorly he wacked his head on the bulkhead with the sound resonating throughout the bay only dulled by the various crates and people absorbing the sound. He scooted himself a little further and sat up, his glasses a little askew as he rubbed his forehead. That would leave a bump. Reminded him of the time he got a gash on his forehead when he was diving into some Orion ruins with an Andorian, a Talaxian, and a particularly jovial Gorn, but that’s a story for another time. He stood up and said, “I could take a crack at it boss”

Ensign Tabris Asam, Eng

Riley stepped back, eyes wide as the engineer scooted out from beneath the shuttle. He glanced at Miz’uki before extending his hand to the new engineer. “Matthew Riley,” he said, offering a smile.

Tabris rubbed his forehead and offered a hand, “Tabris Asam, good to meet you” he replied with a somewhat weaker smile, the miscalculation and subsequent collision with the bulkhead leaving a rather unpleasant ringing in his skull.

He gestured away from the shuttle to give the other crew more space to do their work, and extended the PADD as they walked. “So, I have two questions,” he began, flipping the stylus in his right hand. “First, I need some help on what might cause certain energy levels and emissions from a ship.”

Moving next to the science officer Tabris looked at the PADD with some curious looks as he nodded and listened. Listening was always something he did well as he studied the readings. “That looks all sorts of wrong in my book.” Tabris commented, mostly to himself.

They arrived at a work surface near the bay wall, where repairs were often done. He flipped the stylus again and then pointed it at the energy readings from the Montezuma. “We’ve monitored an energy spike from the Montezuma, immediately followed by what looks like a cloak effect nearby.” He played the visual disturbance for the engineer.

“At the same time,” he continued quickly, toggling the PADD to another view, “we see tachyon emissions from the ship.” He spun the stylus in his hand again and then flipped it in the air, before turning to face the engineer.

“What could cause these emissions? Do you think they’re purposeful, or the side effect of something else? How might they relate to the visual disturbance - are they causing the cloaking effect, or could they be trying to end it?”

He paused, and felt the effects of a serotonin dump hit him. He dropped his hands to his sides, lowering his eyes. “Sorry, that was a lot. Let’s try again.” He looked back up. “What could cause these emissions?”

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Tabris was about to respond when the man stopped, corrected himself, and looked a little flustered as Tabris had his usual smile on, a genuine one, “Matthew I might be old when compared to a human but I can keep up. Let me take a look at those initial readings again will you?” Tabris asked as the readings were shown again. “Well from what I remember on particle physics, tachyons are usually a result of temporal distortions, cloaking devices, or to access a transwarp conduit. Are there any reported temporal anomalies in the area that could cause these naturally? Always good to rule out red herrings if at all possible.” Tabris replied as he was a little puzzled on the visual disturbance, wondering if his theory about the de-cloaking induced tachyon emission was correct.

Riley was already shaking his head as the man finished speaking. “Nope. Nothing nearby. And the tachyon emissions directly correlate with the energy spike.” He pointed to the relevant chart, and then spun the stylus again. “The energy spike appears causative to the visual disturbance, based on the timing. I just have no idea what might be occurring on the ship to cause those things.”

Mazi was still looking around inside the shuttle for some clue to what had occurred to it when she turned to the Chief. “Can I call someone down to help with this? We have that new Ensign, what’s his name? The one on second shift that just got here.” She bit her lip a moment, her hand absently rising to scratch in front of her antennae as they shifted in slight irritation at not remembering the guy’s name.

“Oh, yeah… Ensign Ware. Mind if I call him to help me with this. These files could take a while to go thru.” She wasn’t aware what the Chief had come up with. All she had looked for, so far, were the travel records to see where it had been last. Perhaps even find maintenance records if possible.

Mazi
Eng
(want to give new guy a place to jump in)

Hearing the Lieutenant’s voice from inside the shuttle he called out, “Mazi? Would you put another set of eyes on this? I have my theories but I want to see if they line up with yours.”

Ensign Tabris Asam, Eng

Riley glanced over as Tabris called out to the other engineer. Another head would be good. Stars he understood; starships were another matter entirely. He always did love a good mystery, though, and he could feel the excitement of the chase thrum in his veins. Haven’t felt like this since early university, he mused. And that’s why you joined Starfleet.

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Mazi poked her head out at the sound of her name. Glancing back seeing the Chief preoccupied, she tapped her comm badge. She doubted the supervisor would be mad at another head out here.

=^=Allendor to Ensign Wier. Report to shuttle bay one. And bring another diagnostic kit, please. =^=

Stepping out toward the men, she raised a curious eyebrow. “Ok, what are you two trying to figure out? And does it pertain to the shuttle?” She gave a half laugh wondering if this was something other than the situation at hand that she eased about to tangled in.

Mazi
Engineer


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