Meanwhile Trainor’s console beeped again, showing the computer had a listing of possible name responses for Void. One was it was the region of space they were in, two was it was some kind of religious significance of an object like the Bajoran Orbs were, or three it was in reference to some kind of deity figure.
GM CockRoach / Drudoc Andone CO
Mazi came up to the bridge then and relieved the NE at the engineering station. She listened to the last couple exchanges and made sure her computer was showing the latest information about the Angel and her status. She then settled in with hopes to help in this crisis. Weir had taken off on a mission that had made her smile with his enthusiasm. The hole in the hull had been repaired, albeit temporarily. And the shift supervisor had asked her to relieve NE Branches to allow the man to return to engineering and help with the repairs there.
Lt JG Mazi Allendor Engineer
Rainns nodded to the Captain as she left. He stayed at his station for a few more moments before summoning an NE to monitor the tactical and security systems and sending a detail to the Diplomatic Hall. He then turned and looked at the chair in the center of the bridge, he had never been left in charge of it before, and walked up to the chair. Despite the suspicious circumstances he found himself in, he wanted to savor this moment. Turning his attention to the viewscreen, he sat down, allowing a brief wave of satisfaction to move through him. “Ensign Ford, keep your eye on tactical,” The Chief told the NE manning security, “If anything so much as moves out there, I want to know.”
Lt. Jg. Joseph Rainns-COS
Trainor looked over the readings he finally received and looked over at Lieutenant Rainns. “The computer found a few meanings behind the Void.” He announced as he went back to glancing over the results.
“These people are definitely the spiritual type, comparable to the Betazoids.” Tenzing said. The Operations Officer hoped they didn’t have any telepathic abilities, but wasn’t able to prove or deny that yet. “The computer also found reference to its region of space and some deity god-like figure.” Trainor figured it wasn’t like the void that Voyager found itself in a few decades ago, but the god-like figure had him curious.
Getting a nod from their pilot that the preflight sequences were done and they were ready to go, she pressed the ship’s communication console. =^= Fulcrum to Ark Angel. This is Lt Fayth. Requesting permission to disembark.=^=
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Joseph looked around the bridge, realizing that he was the one who should respond. =^= Ark Angel to Fulcrum, permission granted.=^= He replied confidently.
Lt. Jg. Joseph Rainns- COS
=^=Thank you Ark Angel, Fulcrum out.=^= In turn he would hear her answering reply, ‘I will. Enjoy the Big the Chair.’ Sharah nodded to the pilot and soon the shuttle was steering away at impulse speeds to get a fair amount of distance from the Ark Angel, just in case.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Trainor went back to analyzing more data after giving a quick report to the COS. He wasn’t much up to going to the diplomatic hall, so he decided to remain on the Bridge to figure out the ins and outs of the area.
As Trainor continued his analysis more readings of the area began to trickle in. There was of course the nebula they had come from nearby where the Fulcrum runabout was picked up on sensors testing out the Boridium conversion on the runabout engines. There also were the strange reality producing anomalies they had picked up and shielded themselves from in various sizes all over the region of space. There was also just on the edge of their sensor range likely indications of two more systems of some kind, one likely a binary star system, the other a trinary star system! Both were putting out high EM bands of radiation on the spectrum as well as high outputs of Bilitrium! Which as Trainor would know was another naturally occuring particle of incredible power if hooked up to an antimatter convertor properly. In the wrong hands though it could be used to collapse wormholes or other gravitic anomalies.
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