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Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?

Posted Jan. 5, 2021, 8:44 a.m. by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) (Jody Romero)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief 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?
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Riley 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.”

He looked up at her, and on cue his stomach growled. “Uh, yeah, that would be great. An egg salad sandwich, please.” He took the offered plate shortly after and quickly took his first bite, realizing it had been far too long since he’d eaten.

“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

He shook his head, swallowing the bite down. “Let’s not discuss numbers,” he said. “They’re unfathomable for us. Trying to just…” He shook his head again. “We’re a long, long way from home, and it will take a long, long time to get back.” He took another bite, chewing this one a little more slowly before he continued.

“I couldn’t ask for a better group,” he told her. “They’ve been pretty calm through this so far. I had teams do diagnostics on all ship’s sensors, probes, and check out the shuttle and runabout sensors, too.” He gestured with his sandwich toward the PADD he’d unceremoniously deposited on her desk. “I wanted to know how many eyes we potentially have, and make sure they’re all working properly.” He paused, fiddling with the sandwich. “We should have something to show when we get back, right?” He gave a weak half-grin, doing little to hide the actual worry behind it, and took another bite of his sandwich.

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Fayth nodded, “It’s a good group. I don’t expect everyone to stay calm either. It’s a tough situation and…” she stopped herself. “Sorry, I don’t need to repeat myself. We’ll wait till everyone gets here. But I am very impressed with the work you’ve been doing. You should be proud of that Riley. You and your team are really doing well.” She listened as he described the work he had assigned. She was pleased that he’d thought of the auxiliary craft and had included that in his report. “I’ll be taking a team down there to run a full diagnostic on everything, after the senior staff meeting. Sensors, equipment, everything to make sure it’s all up to date.”

That gave her a thought and she tapped her combadge, =^=Fayth to Rains. En Riley sent a team down to torpedo storage and launch bays with a small team to inventory the probes and run some diagnostics. I wanted to know if you wanted to send anyone from security. They can help do the same with the torpedos while they are there. I will also be taking a team to do the same and check sensors on the shuttles and runabouts after the staff meeting if you would like to send anyone.=^=

She shrugged seemingly a little unsure, “We all need to work together, right?” She would ask for other departments to send someone as well when she got to the meeting
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Claude entered on autopilot, his face reading the display on the Padd in his hand. He glanced up absently only to find an open seat. Once that task was completed he resumed his reading. He had been reading about synthetic elements and the methods of their discovery. He was truly trying to figure out how they had an asteroid sized naturally forming synthetic element sitting in their geology lab. If he could solve that puzzle, he might be able to find a way to use that knowledge to their advantage.

  • Lt. Genard

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