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Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival

Posted Nov. 11, 2020, 1 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mazhari Allendor (Engineering Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttlebay 1 - Shuttle Arrival
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Mazi had her back to the bay doors and didn’t see Cel enter. But the sound of her name hit her ears and her hand rose to scratch at the base of her antennae as the twitched in curiosity. Turning around, the PaDD in her hand, she smiled. “Weir, right? Over here.” Assuming he would come up beside her, she turned back to the guys she was speaking with. Looking at the readings, she frowned, her antennae reflecting her deep thought as they laid back slightly on her hair. “Ok, so you have three options, you said. Of the three, cloaking devices, transwarp entry and exit nodes, and temporal anomalies, which are these readings closest to when combined with this area of space and the readings of the shuttle when it arrived? I am thinking you can probably narrow that list down to one, perhaps two. But I doubt all three have the same parameters. So let’s start there. Take readings from the shuttle, and then compare them to whatever other readings you can get from its trail as well as the localized space around it. Also,” she added as she scratched her head once more in annoyance and handed the PaDD back to whichever of them would take it, “check the logged mission logs from the ship it originated from. If they’ve been thru a worm hole or temporal anomaly, that could be recorded and help with your field narrowing. Yes?”

She looked at them wondering if she had helped or just made things worse, her head turning at the end of her speech to see if Weir had made it to her yet.

Mazi Eng

Riley frowned as the Andorian responded. “No, but-” He furrowed his brow as she turned away. He closed his mouth, took a deep breath, and relaxed. He was the interloper here - this was still an active investigation scene. “I think you might have misunderstood,” he continued, throwing in a half smile. “The emissions are coming from the Montezuma. I’m looking for reasons why it might do that, and what the relation might be to the visual disturbance-slash-cloak effect we see near it.” He tapped his PADD a few times and then held it out, showing her the recording of the disturbance.

“My initial hypothesis,” he said, pulling it back, “was that they are attempting to decloak something, but wasn’t sure if there was some other explanation for these emission levels, like some kind of system, or a malfunction of some kind.” He gestured at the three of them. “Hence why I wanted to talk to engineers,” he finished, grinning.

He swiped the PADD again and began tapping. “Let me see, what are the dimensions of that disturbance again… I know the sensor log has them somewhere…”

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Caelian set the diagnostic kit at Mazi’s feet, his ears picking up bits and pieces of the conversation. Definitely not a maintenance call, he noted sourly. He tried his best not to peek over Mazi’s shoulder at her PaDD, but couldn’t help noticing the signal displays and other graphical data. He tried his best to piece together what was going on based on what he’d overheard, but he had to admit that it wasn’t much to go on.

While one of the other officers explained his hypothesis, Caelian rummaged through his toolkit for his own compact PaDD. Once he was done simulating his own theory, he stepped around Mazi and put up a hand in front of him.

“E-Excuse me, sirs?” he offered tentatively. “If you’re trying to narrow down disturbance, I’d also suggest looking at other particle types in the region. Depending on density and energy patterns, it should be easy to narrow it down to naturally-occurring or artificial phenomena. Everything in space affects everything else, right?”

Keying up the readied display on his PaDD, the engineer held it out. “Whatever this—I’m sorry, Montezuma, was it?—ship is interacting with, we could learn a lot by how it’s interacting with your distortion. If there’s a cloaking concern, we could try a metaphasic sweep or scan for a muon wake. Verteron or lepton particle eddies could indicate the presence of a proto-wormhole or collapsed temporal distortion.”

“Has anyone checked the astrogation charts for this region, see if anything has been reported?” he asked after a brief pause for thought. Seeing the collection of faces aimed at him, Caelian suddenly felt very awkward and chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sorry, sirs. I shouldn’t have just butted in like that. I-I should probably get back to my diagnostic.”

—Caelian Weir, Ensign—

OOC: Bumping for the GM

CockRoach

Ensign Genard entered the Shuttlebay on the advice of the CSO. He had been asked to join the team there but had no idea what was what. Looking over the bay it was clear the largest concentration of people was at a non typical designed shuttle. Obviously not a Federation mark 6 standard. That’s when he saw Matthew. Finally! A familiar face.

Walking over to the shuttle he watched where he was going due to fuel lines and other obstacles in the Bay. Walking up behind him, Claude chimed, “Matthew, Look’s we get to work together.”

As the trio turned to face the new Ensign, Claude didn’t feel out of place, just wanting to get caught up.” I was asked to join your team. What do we have?”

  • Ens. Genard

Mazi smiled and listened as Caelin gave his opinion. When he finished, she reached up to absently scratch at the base of her antennae which were perked forward in curiosity.

Glancing around the small cluster beside her, she nodded. “I think he’s got the right of it. I’d suggest first finding out if this small anomalous pocket of yours is natural, listed or present in any other proximity. Next, let’s see if we can find out what that ship’s doing to, or about, it, if anything. Perhaps a naturally occurring cluster of some type of radiation or energy is reacting to being probed, scanned, or fired upon.”

She paused to tap the new Ensign’s arm. “Good job. May have up put you on my shift to help me with my homework.” She laughed and looked to the others to see what they thought.

Mazi
Engineer


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