Turning to Mazi, miniFayth seemed to try to take in the words said, it was clear she was struggling. Though obviously now intelligent the rush of new experiences and the accident and emotions she now felt were obviously in conflict with her own thoughts. The rush of emotions and thoughts coming off MiniFayth was like a hurricane or damn readying to burst.
Sharah couldn’t help but feel a deep connection to this tiny life form. She understood, she lived, the constant overwhelm. Aiming her comments to the rest of the crew, “Let’s try not to throw too much at her at once. Keep your comments simple and precise. We don’t need to over embellish and overwhelm her.”
Trying very hard to tune out the repeated expressions of remorse, Caelian focused on the task at hand: locating the source of the problem. While a part of him appreciated—even needed—the encouragement and reassurance, it also drove the twinge of guilt deeper. It had been his engine design, his responsibility to anticipate possible errors, and his duty to check the runabout before they departed. While he knew full well that something could always go wrong, it had still come through him and because of him. Shaking his head, he glanced over his shoulder.
“Sir, with the situation we’re in—and until I can find the source of the spike—we should switch back to standard power systems.” It came out a little more firmly than he would have liked, but he pushed the regret aside. Softening his tone he continued. “I should be able to cycle out everything in turn to avoid our shields being down for more than, say, a few milliseconds. I’ll do my best to tighten that window so we’re not exposed, but with the guests knocking at our door for answers it may not be possible.”
After a heavy moment, he added. “The longer we’re out here working with an unproven system and in an environment we don’t fully understand, the more likely it is that something else will happen.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
Sharah nodded, “One system at a time Weir, and if you can’t do it safely then don’t force it. We can put it back once we get back to Ark Angel. The engine worked really well. And you’re building from scratch, there is going to be things to work out. That’s why we made one for the runabout instead of Ark Angel first. Trial and error. And we can’t have success without first having failure. You’ll find the error and correct.” Sharah didn’t blame him at all, but she did expect him to figure it out. They had to.
Then as if the universe was still trying to complicate matters, there was yet another beep beep on the console!
Turning Mazi could see they had picked up a guest, or visitor in this case. Another small ship had arrived about .15 light years away and was near a concentration of small Reality Bubbles and Boridium out side layers to the nebula they were nearby. An mutli-phase ion pulse began to be emitted by the small alien ship not much bigger than their own Fulcrum runabout in fact. MiniFayth shuttered and there was a wash of anger and panic coming off her now. “..They are trying to take the .....the little ones! Those aliens!” she exclaimed.
Sharah turned to look at the readings and back at MiniFayth. They didn’t have the necessary means to defend them. “Try to tell them to move away from the pulse,” she instructed MiniFayth. She walked over to the comm station. =^=Fulcrum to Ark Angel. These energy bubbles are pre-sentient and someone is out here collecting them and we’ve been asked for help.=^=
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
”..The little ones eat the .....the stone, they can’t move away right now.” MiniFayth explained evidently the Boridium drew in the infantile like bubbles as a food source.
There was a pause before the Captain’s voice came back =/\= If these reality bubbles are non-sentient and formless Lieutenant how are they asking for help? =/\= She asked.
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