Posted April 23, 2021, 12:22 p.m. by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) (Robert Archer)
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Tabris nodded and approached her side, “Anything to help a friend, let’s get one of these captured shall we?” He said looking over the device, deeming it well and able to work as intended, should the energy bubbles behave accordingly.
Tabris, Eng
Caelian nodded, turned to the pilot. “Let’s start out at fifty-thousand keipiaitch while I run the load tests. Sensors aren’t picking anything up in the area, so you should be safe on any heading.”
Turning back to his console, the engineer tapped in a few commands and pulled up the runabout’s engine specs. Nodding to himself, he programmed a sequence and set it to run. “Astrogational deflectors are active and operating within parameter. Engine output is within tollerance. Structural integrity is holding. Raising shields.”
A faint hum resonated through him as the shields bristled to life around the vessel. Caelian closed his eyes reflexively, straining his ears for any deviation in the hum of the air. Nothing sounds off, at least. he noted dubiously. He did a lot better with systems he’d been around constantly, like the Ark Angel, so he would have to content himself with the idea that nothing jumped out at him. Watching the data cascading down the monitors, he nodded.
“Shields are holding across all standard frequencies. I’m showing minor deviation across the lower EM bands, but it’s nothing I didn’t expect.” Hands dancing across the keypad and eyes alert, Caelian made a few adjustments. “I don’t recommend picking any firefights just yet, but we’ll be able to defend ourselves while we high-tail it back to the Angel.“
The computer chirped, alerting him to the start of his second test. The transporter pad toward the rear of the runabout illuminated as the computer ran a cursory diagnostic. Another chirp, and the air around the transporter crackled to life as a forcefield erected to surround the pad. Moments later he was treated to a blue-white particle shower within the transporter chamber for several minutes before the forcefield snapped off and the system dimmed to dormancy once more.
“Transporter coming online now,” Caelian noted as it happened, watching his monitors and comparing the readings to his tricorder. “Containment field is active and holding. Beginning test sequence in three… two… one. Energizing transporter, simulating standard atmospheric load. Containment is still holding, no variance detected in the pattern buffers. Test complete. Transporter returning to standby mode.”
With a self-assured smile, Caelian twisted in his chair to give Sharah a thumbs-up. “I’ll have to do a thorough look-see when we get back, but I think we’re good here, sir. If we can keep her under three-quarter impulse for a bit while I monitor things just to be sure, you’re free to bag yourself some anomalies.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
Scans by Fayth on the ‘reality spheres’ as some were calling them, showed several of various sizes evident around them. Some as small as a fingernail, others as larger or larger than then the runabout itself.
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