Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted Oct. 4, 2020, 9:42 p.m. by Ensign Thollin bav Crirv (Engineer) (Jared Kurz)

Posted by Commander R’han (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Commander Luka (Executive Officer (Outgoing)) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.
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The Vulcan nodded at Thollin, pleased at the man’s work. Then he looked up at the View screen, ready to see the stars of home.
-Va’rek, eng

With the three ships in Honor Guard Formation the wormhole opened its majestic maelstrom to recieve them.

=/\= Fair travels =/\= came over the comms from Eddington followed by a cheeky =/\= Until we meet again =/\=

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

“Never would be too soon.” R’han said in a voice too low to be heard by audio picups.


Ghubari couldn’t help but grin, especially as she agreed. Opening the ship wide comm, she addressed her crew. =/\=All crew, this is the Captain. We’re about to enter another anomaly to take us home. It should be smooth sailing, but just in case, take precautions. Koraia out.=/\=

“Helm, take us in,” the captain said, resting her arms on the arms of her command chair. Another day, another win. But the costs were to be tallied later. At least, as far as she knew, she hadn’t lost any of her crew this time. Small mercies.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Thollin braced himself and took a deep breath. His last passed through the wormhole had seriously unsettled his stomach. He hoped the modifications would prevent anymore space sickness on his second passage.

Thollin, Eng.

The sensors started to register a strong source of neutrinos, ionised hydrogen and theta radiation along with quantum level fluctuations. The dark spot in the middle of the view screen exploded into a whirling maelstrom, a very large wormhole, dark purple and lavender in alternating coruscating colours.

As they sailed into it there was a strange sensation, as if they were being stretched in all directions at once.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Luka closed her eyes against the sensation, wincing slightly. It was not pleasant.

Luka, XO

Thollin took a deep breath and focused on the panel in front of him. A sharp feeling of panic rose in his chest, making each breath increasingly difficult as his heart pounded in his ears.

Thollin, Eng.

It was unlikely (but not impossible) that anyone would notice the strange and distant look on the CO’s face. It was like she wasn’t even there. And like before when this whole mess started, she actually wasn’t- at least not in the way people might assume. For her, the passage through the anomaly was taking on a whole different aspect.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Almost as soon as it began it was over and the feeling of being stretched throughout time and space subsided. However they hadn’t arrived back at their starting point near the Ion Nebula. they had in fact come into existance barely three kilometers from the Starbase. There was a startled silence and then the comm started beeping insistently as the Starbase tried to contact them.

It would be at this point that Athena’s Captain would realise that there was a baseball in her right hand. It was enscribed with, “A Prophetic Gift” and had the moniker in flowing script underneath “Sisko”.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist
OOC Anyone who wants to self sim a prophetic encounter please feel free just as we did when we went across. Welcome back everyone :-)

Luka sighed with relief as they were back to normal space. Seeing the Captain a little off kilter, she gestured to the Comms station. “Comms, answer them.”

Luka, XO

=^=Starbase, this is the Athena, transmitting identification code and IFF. =^= R’han, “I’m not about to get destroyed by a friendly starbase in our own universe.”


Thollin was still holding on, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he swallowed down a wave of bitter tasting bile. He opened his eyes and began to relax, focusing intently on his breathing. His stomach was still doing flip flops however. The bridge had returned to its normal operations, and he felt conspicuously out of place. Deciding that it was time to leave, he quietly made his way to the turbolift. He had already decided to go to sickbay for an anti-nausea drug.

Thollin, Eng.

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