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Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted July 4, 2020, 1:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim (Science Officer) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout
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Kiama gave Shon an apologetic look. She knew he was right, yet she was pretty certain that she wasn’t in mortal danger. So why worry anyone else?

There was a momentary pause as the Faye outside the holodeck took in the information. “I noticed the anomaly readings as well. Kind of interesting that it’s generating random objects. Can you use that to your advantage?” Faye asked. “I ask, because I’m currently working on bypassing some of the holodeck’s programming, and I want to know what the limits are,” she added as scrolled through the mess of code that now was the current program.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“We have been able to use a few of them to our advantage. We have a lot of pillows that have been somewhat helpful to protect us from flying and falling objects. As has the small shelter we’re currently sitting in. I also used a garbage can lid to ward off a swarm of flying needles that had appeared when I was searing for something fine and made of metal to manipulate the combadge.” Kiama paused for a brief moment, before mentioning the theory she had formed. “As the needles showed up when I needed something like a needle, I have been wondering if I or both of us, can influence what’s happening in here with our thoughts. We gave that hypothesis a try and concentrated on most needles disappearing and they did. Both things may be completely coincidental and so far I’ve been hesitant to give it another try.” Turning her head slightly, Kiama looked at Shon again and wondered if he wanted to add anything to her report.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Kiama would probably be able to sense the pang of doubt that crossed his mind. He was not quite convinced of the accuracy of that hypothesis. “Unfortunately, no matter how hard we thought about finding the control panel, that wouldn’t appear,” Shon said bitterly. He paused. “As far as limitations, the holodeck hasn’t materialized any complex characters. It created this image of a little girl a while ago, but she didn’t seem to have any personality or thoughts. So maybe its not able to generate random people? Mimicking sentient beings might be too complicated for it at the moment?” He bit his lip, unsure.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Knelt at the outside junction, Faye was accumulating parts around her (in a neat tidy pile, of course) as she worked quickly. She spoke while her holographic avatar inside continued to communicate her words. “Okay, so nothing so overt. Gotcha. If I were to take a more overt action, do you think you could find some sort of shelter within the program? I can’t actually see inside just yet, so I don’t know what you’re working with.” If the safeties were down, she needed to proceed with extreme caution.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

“I think the little shelter we’re sitting in right now is our best hope. It’s one of those small, three-sided ones where the roof tilts slightly making the front slightly higher than the back,” Kiama replied. “It’s not great, but …” Her voice trailed off for moment and a soft sigh escaped her lips. “There were shops and whatnot earlier, but when we sought shelter in the ice cream parlour it got literally flooded with ice cream” As she spoke, she looked towards Shon for a moment, but soon looked at her lap instead. Now that help was near, her adrenaline levels were dropping and she became much more aware of the pain she was feeling in various body parts. Not to mention that she started feeling a little dizzy again. But as there was nothing he could do about it just now, she tried her best to hide it from him.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Kiama didn’t need to tell Shon anything for him to intrinsically know and be relieved at the possibly that his friend would soon be getting proper medical help. They were lucky that they hadn’t sustained further injuries after the initial crashes, other than Kiama’s unpleasant encounter with the needle cloud. But still, Shon knew that the injuries Kiama did have were nothing to scoff at and undoubtedly painful. “Please hurry,” was all Shon could say into the communicator, urgency filling his tone.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Faye was continuing to work and at least trying to establish a visual inside. The hologram continued to speak for her. “Okay, just trying to see if I can get a visual. Almost there, I think. But on a scale of one to ten, how bad are your injuries, Lieutenant?” Faye said as she continued to work.

OOC: Let me know if she’s successful in establishing a visual or not. :)

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Kiama’s first instinct was to continue playing her injuries down; not that that had actually worked so far. Looking from Faye’s hologram to Shon and back at “Faye” again, she said, “I’d say a 6 or 7. I don’t think they are life-threatening, but I did hit my head rather hard.” While she talked, Faye’s attempts to establish a visual link succeeded. She would see the inside of the little shack, Shon in his somewhat torn and ripped of clothes and Kiama with a make-shift bandages around her head and left wrist and her left arm in a make-shift sling. From the looks of it, Shon had sacrificed part of his clothes to patch her up. There were also pillows, feathers, what looked like multi coloured snow and other rather random things for her to see.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

“Hey… there we are… and…” Faye paused as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. “Wow, interesting digs. And I’ve got a visual. Which is good. It means if we go slow, I can alter the program one bit at a time. The problem is that of course it’s going to take time. I think the better way to go, rather than trying to shut down the problem, would be to have the problem allow you an emergency beam out to sickbay. The emergency systems rate higher in the computer’s priority scheme. So when we call for an emergency beam out, it will prioritize the resources necessary to make that happen. But it seems we’re going to have to trick the system to allow it.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“You could say so,” Kiama replied with a short laugh, followed by a slight wince. “That sounds like a good plan. Thank you,” she continued more seriously again. “Is there anything we can do or you want us to do or try from in here?” As she spoke, Kiama lifted her uninjured hand to her head and very gently massaged her temple in an attempt to fight the headache that was starting to build. She really hoped that it was just related to the drop in adrenaline and starting to really feel her injuries; instead of an indication to a more serious head injury.

She looked a little startled as Faye’s voice broke unexpectedly through the silence. =/\= Naim here. You could say so Lieutenant, =/\= she replied, her confusion probably audible in her voice. =/\= While taking soil samples I discovered a piece of metal that shows traces of radiation. Though not as if it is the source of it, but rather as if it had been exposed to it. My readings say that the radiation is not unlike that of a singularity, but the closest ‘match’ is that of the detonation of an early warbird. This gives more questions than answers. =/\=

~Lt.j.g. Naim, aCSO


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