Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Shuttle Bay Repairs (Tag Medical)
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 spatial make up. =/\= It said.
Sharah just stared at the console in front of her. What did that mean? Ugh! This was beyond her training. =^=Fayth to Riley. I need you in the shuttle bay, asap.=^=
Riley came trotting into the shuttle bay a few moments later, slowing as he approached the shuttle. He wrinkled his nose at the acrid ozone smell in the air. “You needed me, Boss?”
When he arrived she explained that the sensor array on the Fulcrum exploded, and there had been some type of transporter and/or replicator/holodeck matrix type signature on the remains of the sensor array. Those pieces were in the container outside the suttle. Prior to that a diagnostic only indicated that the array needed to be realigned. There had been some kind of electrical discharge which caused En Asam, from engineering, to get hit and knocked unconscious. The shuttle was in diagnostic mode so there should have been no power running. The security pallet had been tampered with. And internal scans and logs showed nothing, but she got this result: External scans complete. Energy pattern match local spacial make up. “So this is your area of expertise. I have no idea what to do with it. I know you’re working on the messages we intercepted. When I’m done here I’ll take over that, or give it to someone in your team. I’m putting this,” she pointed at the malfunctioning/tapered with shuttle, “in your hands.”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Riley stared at the shuttle, scratching his head. “We just finished up the translation algorithm,” he said. “Chee did a great job with it. Just finished showing the captain.”
=^= Computer, display local spatial makeup readings on this PADD. =^= he continued, as if it were part of the same conversation.
Readings came up on the PADD, it showed a mostly normal spatial region physically, however on the more exotic energy spectrums pockets of energy similar to a replicator/transporter/holodeck in nature were popping up now and then
He flipped through the readings with his stylus. “That’s a very strange response,” he muttered. “‘Matches local spatial make up’? What does that mean?” He paced toward the bow of the craft and then toward the aft, reading through the data, before looking up at a nearby engineering NE. “Hey, do you have an extra tricorder?” He held out his hand and looked back to Fayth. “It could be a side effect of however Q brought us here, or a sensor error, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. I’ll keep you updated.”
- Ensign Riley, Science
NE Davis had been working to get all of the tricorders completed and updated and brought over an arm full and dumped them on a nearby storage tote. “Here, take your pick!” He said as he headed inside and looked over the ship and said, “Has anyone actually looked at the electrical yet?” Davis wasn’t the most pleasant to work with and he ignored the responses and dove into the paneling, pulling apart the station that Tabris was working.
When Davis would check the console he’d find it was related to the sensor platforms on the runabout. And so the energy spike had cascaded through the panel into Tabris.
Riley stilled, trying to make sense of the data. His mind jumped back to the translation of the broadcast message he had just heard. He zoomed on the PADD, trying to get an idea of how large these pockets of energy were, and how widespread an area they seemed to appear in. This was remarkable - if someone was mass transporting material for use in mass replication this way, it was an intriguing concept; if this was happening naturally… that was dangerous.
His head snapped toward the shuttle. =^= Computer, does the damage in the shuttle appear to have been caused by something being transported out of it? =^=
Ensign Riley, Science
=/\= Negative, damage appears to be caused due to a sudden overload within the sensor pallet node =/\= It replied.
Riley gripped the PADD and sighed. =^= Okay, show me the shape and size of these energy pockets in the local area; and show me how widespread they are. =^=
He set the PADD down and clambered up the maintenance ladder to the damaged sensor pallet to take a look at the damage. He flipped open the tricorder he’d picked up from the pile and scanned the array, as well as the area around the array, trying to see if he could map the region that matched the “local spatial area” matrix so well.
You like figuring things out, Matthew, he thought. That’s why you became a scientist, right? He began humming a slow tune, moving the tricorder to the beat, giving it time to pick up details. He soon realized that maybe In the Hall of the Mountain King wasn’t the best tune for that, but kept humming, but keeping the movements at an even pace, instead of the breakneck speed the tune would reach.
Ensign Riley, Science
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