Posted Dec. 3, 2020, 2:07 a.m. by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) (Nathan Miller)
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Science Labs - Holiday Prank Checking!
[snip]=^=Lt Fayth to En Riley. I’m needed up in sickbay. I need you to check all the labs on the ship to make sure everything is working right. Make sure their security measures and data have been recording properly for the last 24 hours.=^=
Riley looked at the NE, then stood and looked around the room, spinning in place before tapping his badge.
=^= Riley here. Uh, everything looks good in Astrometrics 1. I’ll uh, =^= he looked at the NE, who shrugged. =^= I’ll run system diagnostics on the lab equipment from here and report back. =^= He slapped the badge again.
“Working right?” he wondered aloud. “That’s as vague as you can get.” He shrugged and pulled up the admin access he had to the labs on his console.
=^= Computer, run diagnostics on all science lab equipment, authorization Riley-Alpha-One-Zero-Niner. Display security and sensor logs here for all labs, as well. =^=
He knew the diagnostic would take a few minutes, at least, so he started sorting the logs, sighing at the amount of data there was to sift through. Eventually, he finished, and checked the diagnostics before tapping his badge again.
=^= Riley to Lieutenant Fayth. All lab systems check out, all security functions are and have been working as expected, and all data has been recorded as expected. =^= He paused a couple of heartbeats before asking the next question. =^= Is something going on I should be aware of? =^=
- Ensign Riley, Science
=^=Someone has been dropping off holiday…surprises. In very surprising and unique places. Tell everyone to keep an eye on their experiments. I’ll let you know when we know more. I’m on the bridge if you need me. Fayth Out.=^=
Lt jg Fayth, CSORiley held his hands up in a half-shrug, causing the NE to laugh. The boss was usually good about keeping him in the loop, so the lack of information probably meant that she, too, was in the dark, and probably even more frustrated than he was about it. He sighed and hit the intercom button, highlighting all the science labs. He had to enter an override to hit that many areas at once.
=^= Attention all science personnel. Please be alert for unusual activity that may impact systems and or experiments. As of this moment all experiments will require… =^= he double checked some reporting requirements. =^= … at least level 2 logging. Please report anything out of the ordinary to your team lead. =^=
He tapped his badge again, ending the com, and then drafted a brief explanation of Lieutenant Fayth’s orders to send to the various team leads. He drummed on the table top with his forefingers before standing again. =^= Computer, put the internal sensor logs on the main holo-display. =^= He approached as the display lit with readings from the various internal sensors - temperature, radiation, particle, EPS levels, and a host of others, which he slowly paged through, looking for details out of the norm.
- Ensign Riley, Science
Internal scans soon came up, temperature readings in main enginerring were ‘blustery and wintery’ to say the least with fading signs of snow fall from the life support vents. The bridge showed a brief flash of some kind of material change before and after his conversation with Fayth but now everything seemed normal. In the ship’s armory signs were present of extra matter being present all over the armory made up of paper and plastics.
GM CockRoach
Riley stated, mouth agape, at the readings. “That’s -5° in engineering,” he muttered. He reached into the hologram, grabbed the most recent end of the graph and pulled, zooming in on the last few minutes. It was getting warmer, slowly.
He raised his hand to hit his combadge and contact them to confirm… and paused. Lieutenant Fayth said they were seeing some strange things, so this was probably correct. He scrolled through the external sensor logs again, but could find nothing that would cause any type of system shorts or failures that would lead to this.
Around him, some of the other scientists were watching him. He straightened and waved his hand. “Let’s get back to work, everybody,” he called. “Carruthers, I think you have time scheduled now to check out that pulsar we’re passing. Get on that. I want its periodicity confirmed to within a picosecond, as well as its stellar radiation pattern mapped.”
He clapped his hands. “We’re here to learn, people, so let’s do that.” He hoped that sounded convincing. His curiosity was up on the bridge and not down here, and the others’ likely were too.
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