Posted Dec. 17, 2020, 4:58 p.m. by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) (Nathan Miller)
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Riley’s eyes widened. “Possible radio contact,” he said, zooming on the indicated area. “At the very edge of the sensor range - 720 million kilometers or so. Subspace pulses. Running cryptoanalysis now.”
His fingers flew across the inputs as he passed the signal through the computer’s database of algorithms, trying to see if they could determine a pattern, or if it was recognized. He executed the command and waited, strumming his fingers on the table, watching the visual representation of the pulse vibrate in place on the holodisplay.
“How far do you think he flung us?” he asked quietly, eyes not straying from the map. “He sent the Enterprise to the Delta Quadrant once.” He glanced at the star positions on the map. “This… feels… farther.”
Ensign Riley, Science
The analysis continued to chug away, no immediate patterns came up as a match, but given the pulse patterns it did have a ‘speech’ like pulse quality to it indicating seemingly intelligent life nearby. Full analysis would take a few hours at this point there did not seem much else to learn on scans.
GM CockRoach
Fayth nodded. “It feels a lot farther. And so far nothing…nothing to help us determine where we are or what direction to go.”
=^=Fayth to Drudoc. Captain, we’re starting to get a map of the nebula, and it’s vast. We are still determining how long it will take to get to the outer edge of it. Also we picked up an asteroid belt, that seems to be a naturally occurring Boridium. Which we make artificially and use for power. It might be worth collecting some if we get a chance. Also it might be a good idea to head that way when we are able. That may be where we got hit and the direction home. Also we are picking up what appears to possibly be a comm signal. It’s going to take the computer some time to analyze it though. I’m heading to the breach now to analyze what hit us.=^=
“Alright Riley, let me know what you find. I’m going to go check in with Genard and the crew working at the hull breach. Keep feeding the map as you get to the bridge. And that signal once it’s analyzed.” Fayth turned and headed out of the labs to catch up to Genard and his crew.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO
Matthew nodded. “Aye, Boss,” he responded, eyes still on the display as it switched to another algorithm. He sighed, fingers tapping on the table top. This would take forever. =^= Alert me when results are ready, =^= he said, then swiped away the signal data and back to the stellar map. He stared as more data scrolled in from the probe.
=^= Computer, are the passive gamma detectors functioning? =^= he asked, stroking his chin. Long range, even short range, active sensors used subspace based beams, reflectors, and detectors to scan at multiple light years of distance - but passive detectors that detected the light and radiation directly impacting the sensor pallets didn’t need that.
Pulsars, he thought. Pulsars are always the answer.
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