Posted Feb. 19, 2021, 1:57 p.m. by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) (Robert Archer)
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In a swirl of transporter energy Tabris was whisked away to Sickbay 1 a moment later
GM CockRoach
“Computer,” she requested as she went over to a control panel, “display all transporter and/or replicator/holodeck logs for the last hour.” She was looking to see if anyone had used those systems to remotely access/interfere/place/remove/etc anything or anyone from the shuttle bay. Perhaps one of those systems had a log of what had happened that the security grid in the shuttle bay did not.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO
A list of the last hour of such usage came up, no stand outs showed up matching the parts or means to cause a malfunction or explosion. Nor any sign of tampering with the logs for that matter to Fayth’s eyes. If Rainn took a look he could confirm on a security level no tampering had been done. Perhaps a more broad spectrum scan or scans inside or outside the ship could reveal more?
GM CockRoach
Rainns had watched the events unfold before him, making sure that Tabris was safely taken out of the shuttle bay, he proceeded to walk over to the control panel next to Sharah. He read over her shoulder and saw there was nothing out of the ordinary on the logs. “I hate technology.” He muttered, his guard was still up, but he was slightly more relaxed again.
Lt. Jg. Joseph Rainns- COS
Sharah nodded thinking. “Computer run a broad spectrum scan inside and outside the ship.” The computer trilled as it began it’s scan. “Maybe we should check the security pallet. The computer said their were signs of possible tampering. Maybe the sensor array on the runabout was a fluke, blowing up like that. But tampering and the security system? We just left star base after a complete check and updates. We were down here checking just as a precaution after our trip.” Unlike Rainns she was more tense than before. She just couldn’t shake that feeling she’d had earlier. She would need to talk to the CNS if this ended up being nothing. She looked around the shuttle bay for the access hatch for the security grid. She was trying to remember. She hadn’t learned the schematics of the ship.
She wanted to tear the fulcrum runabout apart to find out what went wrong, but she’d need an engineer for that. Or she could try and telepathically track down that feeling and where it came from.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
A moment later the computer intoned again. =/\= Scan internally complete, no findings. External scans complete. Energy pattern match local spacial make up. =/\= It said.
GM CockRoach
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