Posted Dec. 28, 2020, 2:28 p.m. by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) (Nathan Miller)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Where Are We?
Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Where Are We?
<ginger snips>”..Good find lieutenant..” Drudoc said to Mazi’s work.
With confirmation from NE Bills on their maneuvering ability Drudoc nodded, “..Alright Ensign Bills. Set a course at 1/2 impulse to follow our probe. Let’s hope we can find the edge of this nebula and get a better bearing on where we are.” She said.
”..Aye ma’am. 1/2 Impulse.” Bills said as the Ark Angel began to maneuvering slowly but surely. On sensors that just had fully come back online they got a read on the edge of the nebula about 20 minutes ahead. “..ETA to nebula boundary 20 minutes at current speed..” Bills said carefully maneuvering them away from larger asteroids in their path.
GM CockRoach / Drudoc Andone CO
Cmdr Bray took some comfort in the knowledge that others were tied up like Christmas presents the same way she had been—although, if not done right, it could be threatening to their well being. Looking at the CO she commented. “I feel pretty useless just sitting here while the ship isn’t at 100%. I know we have teams working on everything and searching for others that Q saw fit to restrain, but still…”
—Bray, XO
OOC: Sorry everyone, it was a really tough week for me, but hopefully, I’m back to normal now.
Having gotten the ‘message’ to load and play, Sharah headed back to the bridge. She arrived and moved to her station and linked into it from her office console. “Captain I have the message and can play it for you. I have the UT working on trying to decipher their language. It looks like a news briefing to me, and the speakers seem to be in disagreement about something, but interpreting body language, tone, and inflection is not my area of expertise. It’s ready to play whenever you are ready.”
OOC: I’m linking the original here because it is so long. https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf1/arkangel/posts/114636/
Lt jg Fayth, CSORiley stared at the floor as though it could give him the answers to the multitude of questions flying through his head. He half hoped it could. In reality, he didn’t even see the carpet, or the walls around him; his mind was light years away. He did still notice the lift slowing, and raised his head as the doors opened to the bustle of the bridge.
He spotted Fayth right away, at her station, and he caught the tail end of what she seemed to be saying to the captain about playing a message as he approached. She cracked that signal, he realized, a smile coming to his face. Maybe we’ll be okay after all. Even if we are… far from home. The thought sobered him and wiped the smile from his face.
“Lieutenant,” he said softly, trying to keep it low enough only she could hear him. “I… know where we are.”
- Ensign Riley, Science
Fayth looked up at Riley. “Good job, Riley.” She stood from her chair and walked back to one of the science stations and waved for him to load the information. She looked at it, and was certain he had double checked the results. Riley wouldn’t be up here if he hadn’t. “Captain, Commander, you will want to see this.” Fayth had the same instinct as Riley. The captain would want to see this and decide how to tell the crew before rumors ran rampant. After they approached she nodded to Riley. “En Riley has been working on determining our location as well as napping the information the probe is sending back.”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Riley nodded as the heads swiveled toward him. “I used known pulsars as a positioning system,” he explained softly, pointing at a few of the spots on the expanded interstellar map. “Using their known periodicity and other non-variable factors, the computer estimates us to be…” The image panned swiftly across the stellar depths and zoomed on a single blue Starfleet delta. “… here. With an error range of… a few kilometers. We can probably improve that with more readings,” he added quickly.
He stepped back to allow the officers in closer, and looked around the room at the various other personnel there. People who had now traveled further than anyone ever dreamed possible in this, or several hundred, lifetimes. Attempting to get back home would be foolhardy. Fifteen point nine million years at maximum warp, he thought, and immediately felt the enormity of that number wash over him. He placed a hand on the bulkhead to steady himself, trying to make it look like he was simply leaning against the wall. He knew the boss would know, but he’d feel better if the other two didn’t.
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