The Quiet before the Storm...Chief Intelligence Officer…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted Feb. 26, 2024, 12:28 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in The Quiet before the Storm…Chief Intelligence Officer…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in The Quiet before the Storm…Chief Intelligence Officer…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in The Quiet before the Storm…Chief Intelligence Officer…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
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Peter raised an eyebrow at the question “There are probably a number of names given to it, it’s the fourth planet in a fairly standard system. An F-type Yellow-white dwarf star is about .4 times larger than the star of my home system, just a few million years older. The planet is what we call an L-class, it has a breathable atmosphere and some local flora but no fauna.”

Jessa’s forehead wrinkled some. There was a lot of information coming at her and it was hard to both remember and understand it. All his information was vague but with enough specifics that if she asked for more clarification it would be obvious she was trying to get information.

He paused “If that didn’t translate correctly what I mean is they have trees and plants but no other lifeforms” The universal translator was oddly buggy when it came to translating certain terms and he wasn’t sure how much of Federation Standard she’d learned yet “For reference our home planet of Earth is an M-Class planet, derived from the Vulcan term Minshara. Gravity is 1.1 G, about ten percent stronger than what we have on the Atlantis and the oxygen is thinner so it’ll be a little bit harder to move around but not by much.”

“Earth is stronger gravity or this planet or your planet,” Jessa blurted out feeling her head start to ache. If she was not trying to force memorize everything, she might have enjoyed this. Everything was an effort here.

Peter pulled his right hand off the console “Watch this” He pointed to the course projection.

Peter did not frustrate Jessa like some of the other crewmen but he shared information so rapidly, Jessa could not keep all of it straight. Just as she was getting the information about the planet straight in her head he jumped to another topic. She was not mad about this but it made her wonder if he was trying to distract her or trying to educate her. The line between them right now was a little blurry for her and the crew of the Atlantis. Ignoring what she thought she might have learned earlier, Jessa focused on the new information being given to her.

“This is our current destination, this number here is the distance, if you’re familiar with our numbers you should be able to read them. This here is the distance in light hours for convenience. The numbers below is the estimated time remaining in hours” He pointed to the 5:12 “AS you may or may not know 60 minutes constitute an hour, the first digit is an hour and the second is minutes” He didn’t speak as if explaining something obvious to a child but more like he was sharing an experience, something to be jovial about.

“Yes,” Jessa said with a lot more enthusiasm than was probably needed but she had had no idea how their time system worked. Most times systems were based on a solar cycle but being on a ship, Jessa had no way to reference the passage of time with her rudimentary knowledge of their numerical system but at least now she had a reference. The smile she gave Peter did not fit with the information he was providing but was indicative of someone achieving success.

“The number there with that symbol is our current warp factor” He indicated the 2 that’s our cruising speed” The engineering team would probably scold him later for using the maximum sustainable speed instead of the slower cruising speed but he wasn’t going to spend an entire day in that rustbucket and overnighting on a planet just to confirm a hunch “Now comes the tricky bit” he said with a smile

He used his hand to expand the sensor information “This screen here shows us what’s coming, now generally the deflector dish should handle any micro debris but occasionally there will be something that we should avoid, anything from a traveling anomaly to space dust.” He pointed to something the sensors indicated “That there is a cloud of dust, probably something that was shaved of some starship that dropped out of warp around here decades ago, it’s not a hazard but we still want to avoid it” He moved his hands across the console slowly, her side highlighted what he pressed in a duplicate screen “Now I’ve plotted a course correction, the ship will move three degrees starboard for 3 light minutes then readjust to our original course. That’ll take us out of range of the cloud when we reach it in twenty minutes” He pressed a final button which confirmed the correction “Now try to do the same on your end. Don’t get hung on the words, understand what each function does. I can’t read any Romulan script but I can pilot any Romulan ship just out of understanding how their system works.”


Jessa looked at the console in front of her. Once she had stopped trying to force all the random pieces of information into her head, Jessa found what Peter was trying to teach her was easy. Reaching up to her console she tapped two areas in sequence and looked over at Peter with a smile. From Jessa’s point of view the ship had not blown up so she had to have done something correct. “This is like Pyathogor lights,” she said happily touching a third motion in the pattern before confidently hitting a fourth.

“It’s a game I play with my friends. It’s a square with twenty squares in it. The machine puts out lights,” Jessa stopped on the controls and turned to look at Peter. “You have to memorize the light sequence for as long as you can and if you make a mistake you are out.” Relaxing back into her seat, Jessa slipped from junior spy to chatty kid. “I am pretty good but Alinto cheats all the time. I can’t stand playing with her and her stupid group.” Letting out a deep irritated sigh, Jessa let her feet dangle for a moment and stared off as if remembering something.

Peter just smiled at her rant, it was refreshing to see her behave like a little girl, not forcing herself to be an Elder as she’d been raised.

Suddenly Jessa sat straight up. “That was when I was little,” she countered squaring her shoulders. “I don’t play games. I serve just like all of you.” Starting at the console, Jessa realized her random memories and speeches had made her forget the rest of the sequence. Her lips moved as she tried to silently recreate the pattern with her finger hovering over a choice of two options. Looking at Peter, Jessa stubbornly refused to ask for help. Adults didn’t ask for help so asking would only drop their opinion of her. Closing her eyes, Jessa picked one but tentatively as if she were cutting a wire on an old time bomb. Once touching it she opened one eye slightly squinting looking at Peter.

Jessa Novar

Peter let out a soft chuckle “You just set a course for empty space” He said with a smile “The most important part about learning new skills is asking questions, especially when you don’t have the necessary information” he chided gently “How can you expect to learn without help, this is a different galaxy, completely different systems of measurements and technology” Getting her to open up and ask questions would be useful on multiple levels, it’d build rapport between them, get her to lower her walls and giving more answers could help her decide to ask questions that really matter “Although memorization can help, especially during start-up procedures what I want you to learn is how the system functions”

Jessa side glaced Peter hearing his comment but it was more frustration with herself than anger at him. She had never had to try and do something like this before and the weight of it felt overbearing along with a dash of oppressive hopelessness. This was not some holonet movie where a stranded person contact rescuers using the angle of the sun, some loose wire, and a scrap piece of metal. Jessa was starting to realize that she needed more than the blind faith of youth for her rescue. She needed help. Instantly a flash of inspiration washed over her features. All of Peter’s experience could read this like a road map. When most people he was working within the field developed an expression like this, it generally meant they thought they were smarter than he was and about to do something incredibly stupid. It was typically a deadly mistake but desperate people could fool themselves into believing anything.

Peter tapped in a few more commands on his side and Jessa’s panel changed again, this time there were only a handful of commands available. A star chart with their current heading, headings and speed adjustors and the display showing speed as he’d shown her “That circle around the little shuttle icon shows our heading, I’ve set it to only change directions in two dimensions, It’s a better first step to take, do some experiments, see how changing direction changes your destination on the chart.”


Looking at the icon, Jessa lost her momentary scheming thoughts and placed her fingertip on it. Flicking her wrist to the side, she saw the starfield shift in a blur as she shuttle-followed her command. The corners of her mouth dipped slightly noting that she felt none of the effects of the rapid course change. It only made sense they had inertial dampeners but that was a wrinkle in her current plan. Trying it again, Jessa zagged her finger to the left resulting in the rapid blurring of the star sky before looking at Peter. “So I just,” she moved her finger back to what would be the shortest line between the shuttle and the destination, “move the ship like this to get it back on course?” An infant could understand this display but Jessa used the need for adults to help others to her favor.

“Good work, yes that’s how you do it” He wondered for a moment if she realised that she was using a closed of training simulation and not actually flying the shuttle.

Now that they were back on course, Jessa decided to try and implement her plan. “So does this ship have communications or a communication array back with the Atlantis,” Jessa asked trying to appear nonchalant. “I mean I can’t be the first person to set a course into oblivion. So how do I contact the ship to let them know I need…help.” Adults loved to hear the word help coming from other people. It made them feel important. Most of the people on the Atlantis seemed to get some kind of happy sensation when they thought they were helping her so Jessa put on the most innocent expression she could think of and looked down at the console waiting for Peter to show her how to use that system on the shuttle.

Jessa Novar

Peter suppressed a smile, he still held onto the belief that she had a talent for lying, of course, her being a teenager raised in a cult meant that she didn’t have the skill mastered but with some training that’d be easily fixed “The subspace array has a limited range, we’re still in range of the Atlantis, check the right-side panel, this lettering” He wrote on her display the word Comms “That’s the communications control panel or one of them. We can use the subspace channel for immediate FTL communication with any ship within range but a shuttle doesn’t have the strongest transmitter.”


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