Posted Jan. 2, 2021, 10:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?
Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?
<snip>Sharah returned to her office and glanced the computer to see if it was having any luck getting the UT to turn the message they had picked up into anything they could read. She’d give the computer a little more time and then see if there was a linguistic specialist on board.
She sent out a message to all the lab and shift heads in the department. =^=By now you’ve all heard the captain’s announcement. I would like you all in my office at 1100 hours with a status report of your labs and locations. Fayth Out.=^=
Then she headed out to the arboretums to check the status. She tracked down Andrea. Sharah wanted to move forward with Andrea’s idea to make the arboretums more natural and self-sufficient by introducing insects into the environment. She also wanted Andrea to run tests to determine how much CO2 the arboretums were recycling back into O2. Sharah had a vague idea that with the size of the three arboretums they might be able to be used to support back up life support, or even be used as emergency locations. Then she sent Andrea down to Arboretum 3 with as many of her staff as could be spared to work on increasing the productivity. She joined them for a while, gathering what she needed to start creating medicines to help support sickbay’s supply. She then returned to her office and set everything she’d gathered in her mini lab and waited for the lab heads to arrive.
Lt jg Fayth, CSORiley arrived a couple of minutes before the meeting, dropping a PADD on to her desk and then himself into a chair, his own PADD falling into his lap. He’d headed down to the shuttle bay and helped with the last of the auxiliary craft to be sure they’d finished on time, and now he was just… weary. He nodded to Fayth, but mostly just stared at the point where the carpet met her desk, doing mental math and thought experiments with the numbers on the reports.
This many sensors, pointed that way… we could get whole new deep field images…
But maybe if we took a runabout in that direction, and another that way, we could get better…
How long will the active sensors be out? When will they be fixed? Won’t matter, it won’t help out beyond a sector, anyway…
With a galaxy this old, will supernovas be more common? Will we encounter white dwarfs more frequently?
Will… will life actually be more common, and more advanced? Or will it possibly have died out and restarted?
Part of him was giddy with excitement. Another part was worn out from being excited. And yet another was weary from the last two hours of work. It wasn’t a good combination.
OOC: That’s what I get for not using the preview button…
- Ensign Riley, Science
Sharah’s mind was equally churning questions and coming up with only possible answers. From using the arboretums to help supply air in emergency situations to helping synthesize medicines from plants to growing food to help preserve the replicator rations. A ship the size of Ark Angel should also have emergency rations and those would need to be checked as well. She also wondered if the asteroid Genard was working on could be used to create back up power sources for the ship. If so then collecting more from the asteroid field might be necessary. As well as checking all the labs for damaged equipment and making sure the shuttles and runabouts sensors and equipment were how they should be. Ship’s sensors needed to be checked also.
Oh she needed to talk to the captain about putting her program onto the tricorders and then maybe getting a list of raw materials from all departments to put on their as well so where ever they stopped the tricorders would automatically scan for them. Build up a supply of those things so they weren’t desperate to find them when they absolutely needed them.
She shook herself out of her thoughts and glanced out the windows of her office. The thoughts and emotions of the science staff and then the rest of the ship, beginning to become chaotic. Some were close to panic, some grieving, some making the effort to be calm, and some hyper focused on work or other tasks for the distraction. Her gaze followed the stairs down towards deck 14, the labs there, and then the security offices. She smiled slightly at the feel of the one calm clear spot in the rest of the chaos. She turned back to her office and stood up walking to the replicator. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, Riley. Let me get you something.”
“You did good work today. It’s a lot to take in, and I’m not sure I can quite wrap my mind around the numbers yet. But you and your team worked fast and did an outstanding job of getting us answer that we needed.”
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO
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