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Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted Feb. 14, 2022, 5:07 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Max Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Max Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim
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“Sir,” Jasmine stood up feeling a small ache in her knees. It wasn’t huge or pronounced. It reminded her of the feeling like she had been crouched down like that for hours. The last time she felt like that was when she had run the certified CPR classes and spent 8 hours on her knees demonstrating mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Herman the Heimlicher Victim. Standing up over Jackson, that is exactly how she felt. The slight ache of over use even though she had only bent down for about a minute and a half. “Preliminary scans showed Jackson died ot heart disease,” she wrinkled her nose up in confusion or maybe it was that she caught another whiff of the rotted food from her uniform. Stripping off her shirt, she tossed it across the room leaving her in the black t-shirt that was always under her tunic.

Jasmine did remember that CPR class and, whether it was psychological or not she had felt stiff from it but recovered quickly. It could just be her imagination. Still things didn’t seem too different. However, in catching a profile shot of the Captain Jasmine could swear that he looked more .. boyish.

“I need to do more formal scans and possibly an autopsy to confirm. While heart disease still kills people when left untreated, we just don’t leave it untreated. It is easy to diagnose and fix so I have no idea why he would have died from it. It also suggests that Jackson’s rate of cellular decay is not commiserate with his chronological age.”

Jasmine Wynters CMO

There did appear to be almost selective elements to Jackson’s aging as though not all of him was quite caught up with whatever change was there

The scanner raced through various diagnostics to deduce what happened to Jackson. In the end, it came out that he died due to untreated heart disease which damaged the valves in his heart combined with advanced age related issues. In short he died of old age where genetic complications had taken over. There was a flagged note in his file under family history of heart issues.
- Wookiee

NL Boris spoke up, his voice more under control. “Sirs, Jackson called out that there was a wall of energy approaching fast. He said ..” He paused to recollect. “.. a broad wall of energy. Unknown configuration coming in fast. I asked how fast. He said, seconds to impact. That was when I sounded the alert. I was looking at the screen. One minute it was clear. Whatever wave was invisible. When it passed us the asteroid was just there. And that wasn’t there either.” He pointed to the swollen red sun.

Max moved to the Engineering Station and nodded at the NE that he was taking over, then began to run the diagnostics for damage. “We can’t be hit that hard, Cap. An asteroid that size would do more than nudge us gently if it really hit. It must have scraped our shields and the residual energy wave washing over us acted like turbulence. Bringing up damage.”

Max Wynter, CE

By all indications the ship wasn’t hit at all. There was no hull damage from an impact. Max DID see, however, a secondary list of 3,694 overdue routine preventative maintenance operations marked incomplete.
- Wookiee

“Plow me,” Max muttered, “what the…” Max ran the calculation that would tell him how long the maintenance schedules had been missed, ran a check on ship critical systems checking for warning flags then looked over the console to bring up the stardate.

The times were inconsistent. Max could see primary life support diagnostics were missing four routine checks while the secondary, which would have been the same, was only two. Elements were clustered, however, depending on how mechanical the unit was verses how automated it was. It would require a longer check on data to see any more detailed patterns emerging.

“Captain we have no damage, no impact” he said as he started the calculations, “but according to the logs we have missed a heck of a lot of maintenance cycles.”

Max Wynter, CE

Off to the side, whomever was looking at the sensors, would report there were no other ‘near’ asteroids. There were a few scattered ones in the vicinity but none threatening or would threaten on short range scans.
- Wookiee

“All right…” Cochrane said as he looked out the view screen. He hated losing crew, and losing a promising officer in this matter seemed so… and he shook his head, Time for those thought later. “Doctor, please make sure Mr. Jackson is transported with all due respect and dignity to the morgue. Run all available tests and have someone from Science assist and look for any odd energy readings. Security, full sweep of the ship and make sure all crew is accounted for. Commander Wynter, make sure we are still operational and that no systems will be off-line due to prolonged overlooked maintenance checks. And yes Max, I know you and your people didn’t miss them… but something caused the missed checks and the food to spoil. So make sure the computer doesn’t lock us down anywhere because of it. Science, pull all logs of the energy wave reported by Mr. Jackson. Let’s try to piece together what we are dealing with. Helm, make sure we stay out of the way of anything. And stand us down from red alert, Commander Mal’athar.”

Cochrane, CO

Mal’athar nodded, “Aye, Sir.” =^=Stand down red alert=^= and the klaxons went quiet.

“Sir,” Jasmine looked at Cochrane noticing he appeared to look less tired, stressed, and younger maybe. The tiny crow’s feet that were the hallmark of time marching across one’s face seemed to less. Shaking off her stare she cleared her throat. “I have no idea about engineering. You know that but the human body is basically just a machine and what I can tell you so far is that Jackson is resembling more of a used auto with some newer parts and some older ones. I don’t really understand why but is seems like his body is not again linearly. Some of his organs are that of a twenty-something officer however others, like his heart, resemble that of a ninety-year-old man. I will transport him to sickbay and run the scans again but I don’t see any of the information I shared changing.” Looking down at her device, she waited to see if her scan for chritons were back yet. “This is acting almost like a temporal illness but there is nothing on record for a temporal illness like this.”

Jamine Wynter CMO

The scan took some time, at least in the perception of Jasmine. In the end it came up with a negative, though with a ‘but’ at the end. There was an unidentified residual energy that the scanner simply had no reference for.

Looking at the results from her scan, Jasmine’s nose wrinkled up in confusion. “Max,” she said calling out to her husband and walking to his station to show him the scanner. “I was scanning for chritons which was a big negative but the device is showing an unknown residual energy?” She wasn’t even going to try and figure it out but when you were married to the chief engineer, unknown residual energy readings were his passion.

“Let me see that,” Max said and took the Tricorder from Jasmine a moment, transferring the Data to the computer so he could bring it up at his station. “Thanks honey, I think your going to need this,” he said to her softly as he handed the device back to her. “You feeling alright? you don’t usually strip off the tunic in the middle of work hours.”

“Then most likely if Jackson and the ship are both showing similar differences in lineage the crew is as well. It might be prudent to have anyone experiencing changes in ‘age’ to check in with sickbay. We don’t want anyone else unknowingly developing serious health issues.” Shedda did not want what happened to poor Jackson happening to anyone else. Fizzious forbid it a healed injury or illness return. Shedda did not want to revert to a point before she could control her hormone effect. And horror of all horrors she some how missed a dose because of this. Taking a deep breath she reigned herself in, just in case.

“Captain, we should ping the nearest buoy to make sure our computers are registering the correct stardate.”

Mal’athar, XO

Seeing that things were coming back to order but ‘not there yet’ on the bridge, NL Gontovnick heard what the XO said and moved to the tactical station. He tapped, then again. “Commander,” he said quietly to her. “I’m not getting any hits from any buoys. Not ours. Not any of the known races that we know have buoys out there. The Starfleet transmission has not reconnected. I’m not IDing any fleet attempt to reconnect with us.”

“I can boost power to the sensor relay, give us some extra range and narrower signal detection radius in case something is faint,” Max offered. They weren’t at warp, so had extra power to spare for the time being. “That star is probably affecting the wide band detection ability of our sensors with it’s radiation, making wide band signals harder to detect, might pay to focus on a narrower range for the time being till we move away from it.”

It wasn’t that Mal’athar didn’t believe Gontovnick or that he couldn’t read his displays but she just kind of had to see for herself. She walked over and looked, just to make sure she’d heard him correctly and then nodded. She spoke quietly, “Keep trying to reconnect and keep an ear out for any chatter.” Then she moved over to the helm and spoke quietly to Aevin. “What is our current position? Are we still where we started out this morning?”

Mal’athar, XO

Gontovnick nodded. “Aye, ma’am. I’ll broaden the bands.”

OOC: Did you want to wait for Sam on Helm to respond?

OOC: Yes please

“Critical systems are in the green, we are fully operational,” Max reported, then paused and continued. “We’ve missed a few routine checks and maintenance cycles but depending on what record system you look at, they don’t agree on how many or when. I’ll assign a few details to do a manual check on all systems just in case the computer has missed anything.”

Max Wynter, CE

Wookiee

Everything was a flurry around her, but Sair hadn’t moved. For a moment she was frozen with nothing less than abject terror. Her mind was processing the twinges of pain she knew all too well were a symptom of going past her treatment time: she had gotten busy during medical school and only made the mistake of missing her does once in her entire life. If you survived, you only made that mistake once. Her treatment cycle was 32 days. As a Super-celler she could go a few days over without terrible consequences but after that? She suffered just like anyone else. “Weeks,” she said aloud. “It’s been weeks.”

Inhaling slowly and closing her eyes, Sair focused on her breathing, calming the impulse to completely freak out. She might not have the training of the other officers, but she was a trained doctor and psychologist. She needed to give herself this minute.... KORO!

Songz didn’t know the protocols but her son was the next thought. And her mother. She needed to check on them. But she knew that as the CNS, her place was here right now, even if she wasn’t a bridge officer.

Finally, Sair opened her eyes and turned, facing Captain Cochrane. “I’m feeling signs that I’ve missed a dose. But that’s not possible. I had weeks left before my next dose,” she said, her voice utterly calm, devoid of the fear she had felt a few moment prior. Right now she couldn’t even think about her deuridium treatments beign stored safely in Sickbay and if they were okay.

~Sair Song, CNS

Moving away from Max,” Jasmine pulled a second scanner out of the emergency medical bag to scan Sair. “Lemme check that,” she said scanning the woman. By scanning Sair, Jasmine might have an idea of at least how much time passed with one person. Sair’s deuruduim treatments were a time-released thing allowing her to get one shot and go a set period of time before another one. It would stand to reason based on how much deuridium was in her body, one might be able to deduce how much time had passed.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

Jasmine looked at Sair and frowned. “You need to come to sick bay. Your levels are all over the place. You are not serious or critical but I really would like to avoid either of those words with you. We can figure it out in sick bay,” she said to the counselor. Jasmine had been briefed on how to manage Sair’s condition however luckily the woman with the condition was here to help her figure out any questions that might arise.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

Songz could feel the effects that corresponded to Dr. Wynter’s words and yet her mind was having a hard time processing them. She nodded. “We should get my mother and Koro there too.” Her son was a part of the new generation born free from the genetic illness, but her mother was like her and not only needed treatments, but was not a Super-Celler like Sair was and had a much smaller time between doses.

There was yet that unusual and unidentified energy reading. Scans would need to be more defined in the better equipment in sick bay but preliminary scans seemed to show that from metabolism and other indicators, aged a little. Again, it wasn’t well defined and the energy reading was, like with Jackson not homogenous, but of differing strengths. However, unlike with Jackson whose readings seemed to ‘stick’ in his death, they looked to be fluctuating with Sair. They were stronger in places and weak in others but as she did the scans they looked to be merging and settling. Deuridium levels were inconsistent but dropping. The concern that Jasmine may have is that if it ‘settles’ too far along it may be beyond being treatable. In short, the readings were very concerning.

Revna had been part of the meeting, and followed everyone out to the bridge. She took her usual spot to the side of the bridge and observed. There wasn’t much at the moment she could do at the moment. Hearing the chatter about made her pause ‘Mike?‘ If a significant amount of time had passed…was he okay, was he worried, how long had it been? Had he called Runa and Ragna? She took a deep breath, had something changed that would affect her lungs?

All she noticed at the moment was a headache that had started when the ship had been bumped. Looking around at the slightly punched faces, “Does anyone else have a headache? I seem to have developed one right as the ship was bumped by the energy wall.” It might have been the smell of the rotting food, but if others were experiencing the same thing it was important to mention. She heard the XO, Mal’athar, say she had one as well.

“Captain, I’m not sure how much help I can be here, but I can help the response teams search the ship to make sure everyone is okay and accounted for.” There didn’t seem to be an alien species to negotiate with, and since her diplomatic skills were not readily needed, Revna could still help.

/inserts evil laugh here at that supposition … then darts back into the shadows …

McKenzie, DA

One thing that Revna did notice that was distinct was a growing change in her breathing - and it was not a bad change …

There was a bleep on the comms that made Boris start in surprise, then look around to see if anyone had noticed. After a couple of taps on the console he reported, “I have two things. One looks to be from a buoy. Unidentified source. Unidentified transmission. Short data packet. Analyzing.” He was tapping slowly as he spoke. “The other is a vessel on the other side of the system we are near. Unknown configuration. Looks like a freighter. It was on the other side of the red giant and just came around it to be visible.”
Wookiee

Revna turned back to the screen eyeing the view. She pulled out the padd she always kept in the pocket of her duster length vest. She wasn’t even sure they were where they had been this morning, but she started pulling up information on known species that traded and hauled in the area. More to give herself something to do than she thought the information would be accurate.

Revna brought up two notable races in the sector who lived there. This was not a ‘regular’ route for them but a new sector that they’d not been in before and the two races, the Jig and Yolba, were the only ones that lived there. The Jig were not warp capable yet but a mammalian species that was in their ‘middle ages’ of development. The Yolba had spread out from their world to two neighboring systems. While none were habitable they were developing a station at each and utilizing the resources there. Traders of various sorts did fly through but not heavily; this sector was a bit slim on systems and with that trading options.

Revna seemed to be able to breath easier which was…a bit disorienting but a huge relief. She’d mention it to Dr Wynter later, there seemed to be much more pressing matters at hand than the fact she could breath better. Glancing from the screen back to her PaDD, “Records show two races native to this area, the Jig and the Yolba. Our records indicate the Jig are at a middle ages stage of development and not warp capable. The Yolba are building stations for mining of resources and trade. Although this area of space isn’t listed as part of any regular trade routes.”

McKenzie, DA

“Are you sure it’s whatever bumped the ship? Because I always get a headache every time the idea of temporal anomalies comes up,” Walker said as looked down at his own station. With the ship in a decent spot for the moment, though he wasn’t looking forward to the complete inventory they were going to have to do, it was time to figure out what happened. He really hoped that he wasn’t going to regret this…

Bringing up the most recent astrometric data, he started comparing the positions of known stars to see if they were all where they were supposed to be.

CWO Darach - COO

By the positioning of the stars in the sector they had not budged. Relative to the star they were near they were still there. The immediate and principle difference Darach would note was that the star they were by was a mature orange yellow star they were studying. Now it was a red giant. The planet of interest that was potentially able to support life and be terraformed was more of a blackened hulk. Most of the stars in the sector, however, were the same with identical readings of output and spectroscopy. One, at the far end of the immediate sensor range had collapsed into a shell of what it was, a dwarf star where before it had been healthy.

Revna shook her head, “Nope, I’m not, but I just know mine started almost immediately after that. Could be an affect of something temporal. Of course it could have just been building from the squeaky monotone of the last presenter.” As she looked back down at the PaDD her fingers unerringly found the bead Fehu briefly.

McKenzie, DA

“I think that might be the main culprit,” Walker said with a chuckle while looking through the sensor data that was starting to flow in.

Turning back to his console, Max began to run a scan on the readings that Jasmine had detected. His equipment wasn’t medical nor the chonky engineering lab equipment in Main Engineering, but there might be something that it could compare to. The check included for radiation or differing frequencies, and as an afterthought he checked the sensors to see if it matched any emissions from that star.

Max Wynter, CE

Max would be perhaps as perplexed as the equipment relating to Jasmine’s tricorder readings. While it may have some temporal qualities, perhaps, it didn’t have anything else in common and the main computer had no match for it’s energy make up. There were no matching frequencies or energy or anything from the star, however, there was some detection of similar energy there and on the worlds in the system. Max would also note that there was a swift ‘half life’ of this as the residual emanation of it was lessening and, by the computer’s projection, would be beyond detection in minutes.
- Wookiee

“Well Captain,” Walker said looking up from the sensor data he had started perusing, “I’ve got good news and bad news. Good news, I’m not seeing any significant stellar drift to indicate passage of time. From where I’m sitting, we are when we are supposed to be.

“The bad news, I’m seeing some pretty crazy sensor readings. I may not be a scientist, but that star is not how we left it when we went into those meetings.”

Switching the view screen, Walker brought up an image of the now red dwarf star for everyone to see.

CWO Darach - COO

Shedda turned to look at Walker, “How long does the computer estimate it took that star to turn into a red giant?” It was a question that needed asking but everyone probably dreaded hearing the answer.

Mal’athar, XO

Given the previous scans showed a healthy mature star, computer projections would have indicated several billion years without outside intervention.
- Wookiee

She was a doctor, not a stellar scientist, but even she could understand that the situation they were in was seemingly impossible, and most definitely improbable. She stared at the screen, momentarily distracted from the issue going on in her own body.

~Sair Songz, CNS

Tapping a few controls he watched the computer projection to start counting up the years. He looked up once it started going over a billion. “Commander, without outside intervention, well I stopped looking at a billion years, and it’s still counting up.”

“Scan for anything outside natural radiation ranges around the star. Let’s see if it may have had ‘help’.” Cochrane replied.

“I have an energy reading of similar make up to what Jasmine found on Jackson on some of the worlds of this system, but nothing matches it exactly. It’s also disappearing fast, way fast. If it is in any way associated with what happened to us then we are about to lose the ‘signal’. I’m marking what locations I can detect it in on the computer, but it might be leftover energy from whatever event affected us. It may have affected those worlds as well, so it might not give us answers, just effects of the event.

Max Wynter, CE

Shedda turned the console by her chair around, “We can’t get to every location before it disappears. Ready probes to launch so we can get as much information as possible before the ‘signal’ is gone. Boris where are we on analyzing that data packet? Let’s get a visual and detailed scans on that ship. Put it on the main view screen.”

Mal’athar, XO

The data packet remained elusive. The language was a computer language and had no ‘organic’ language component to it. It was also a short burst transmission. The computer could not specifically translate it. It’s ‘best guess’ was a 63% chance that it was a kind of automated ‘ping’. Whether it was requiring a response was anyone’s guess.

“How many probes?” Having enough of watching the computer projecting count up the number of years, he pushed it aside to focus on something else.

CWO Darach - COO

“Two for each location. Nothing fancy, Mr. Darach… just get them on their way and let’s see what we can find.” Cochrane said.

“We only have minutes before we lose the signals. I have the locations locked so we can visit any time but I’m sending you the marks now for the probes.” Max’s hands entered the commands to send the information direct to the COO.

Max Wynter, CE

“Got it!” Walkers fingers flew over the console as he rest the computers targeting sensors. “Launching probes now. Two per location.”

Hitting the launch button, he watched on the screen as the probes shot out from the Manhattan.

The probes shot out and the minutes trailed on as data came in. What energy readings there were it showed a consistent, and swift, half life. The essence is that the energy was pervasive and went deep. The one thing that was determined from the probe was a help in triangulation of the source … computers and sensors showed a probable source at a system at the far side of the sector.

The other vessel came up on the view screen. It was about half the size of the Manhattan. Scans showed a crew of 19. It was blocky in nature with a forward section that was nine decks tall but not wide. The bottom two decks ran further out to be the length of the ship. Filling in the rest was a large cargo area. Think of a large transport truck in space hauling cargo. The life signs were clustered in the forward area but for two which were in the belowdecks area. That entire long section was engineering. It was moving off at a quarter impulse. Defensive ability looked limited with a forward laser turret in the lower deck region. Shields appeared to be closer to navigational and hull polarizing technology.
-Wookiee

“The tech on that ship looks, basic and what we might consider ‘outdated’,” Max piped up looking at his screen. “They have a laser turret and navigation deflector shields, with hull polarization. I can’t see any defensive shields.”

Cochrane stood up and looked closely at the ship. He made a habit of familiarizing himself with the general ship architecture of known races and cultures. It really wasn’t hard… most species tending to find something that worked and then stuck with it. This, though…

“Okay… thats a new one. Comms, hail the vessel. Make sure we have the Universal Translator working overtime.” and he waited for the hail to be answered.

Cochrane, CO

CWO Darach - COO

Max Wynter, CE

There came a reply to the hail. A visual came up on the screen. The bridge looked as clunky as the rest of the ship on the outside with more levers, dials and buttons than anything that smacked of touch displays. A flickering light off to the side illuminated a cramped bridge that was in need of a cleaning. One person could be seen in front of an angled console. There was familiarity and then there was not.

The person was evidently a Kazon, with deep complexion and hair that branched out like a fungus growth. The similarity ended there. His dress was that of a multi-colored frock with pronounced shoulders and of glistening, metallic hues. One hand moved on the console and turned a dial. It could be seen to have several rings on the fingers. His facial features were smoother, softer edged and the edges of his hair had small metallic ribbon/beads of the same color as his frock. His eyebrows were braided and one cheek bore a kind of fine metallic dust that glistened in the flickering light.

He peered into the screen as though trying to place you. =^= What manner of beings are you? =^= he asked with some .. wonder and tinged with uncertainty. =^= Be you from the Outer Colonies? =^=
- Freighter

Cochrane thought quickly and then said “No… we are not from the Outer Colonies. We are explorers, and we have seemed to have lost our way. Please, can you tell us where we are… and what the current stardate is? We were pulled through some kind of anomaly and wound up here.”

What he said wasn’t entirely lying. The wormhole between the Alpha and Delta quadrants was a n anomaly of sorts. And they really didn’t know exactly what was going on. But temporal directives were not flexible here: No information of the future could be given.

Cochrane, CO

Looking at the ship’s interior, Max pursed his lips slightly and began a passive scan of what his sensors could detect. He was looking to see if the ship had a Warp capability, it clearly had impulse but he wanted to see if it was primitive in technology or just design.

Max Wynter, CE


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