Posted Oct. 25, 2020, 11:37 a.m. by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Two Days Out
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Two Days Out
Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (GMT) in Main Sim - Bridge - Two Days Out
The Dresden was sailing smoothly along at Warp 5. The comms panel had remained lit up for several days after their departure, but suddenly (roughly forty-eight hours into their journey), the activity dropped to nothing but official comms from Star Fleet and Special Projects.
It was the early morning hours, still some time left on the night watches shift when the sensors pinged. Long range scans were picking up the station… and something else. At that range, the automated sensors couldn’t identify what it was, but the readings were very odd… and not at all stable from one moment to the next.
GMT
Lieutenant Commander Renveer, quite the morning person, was brushing his teeth as he reviewed the comms from the night before when he noticed the drastic drop in traffic. With his toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth, Renveer picked up his PaDD and frowned at it, muttering “That’s odd” through a mouth of foaming toothpaste.
A couple moments later, Renveer exited the turbolift to the bridge dressed in full uniform, his gaze immediately swiveling to whoever was manning the comms panel. “Report, please.”
(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)
Priscilla had been up early as well. She couldn’t sleep and figured she would see what was happening around the ship now that the mass of incoming interview requests and story bugs had subsided. She was in her office going over the communication logs, to be sure she hadn’t missed anything vital, when the anomalous message traffic struck her as worth investigating.
She arrived on the bridge a few moments after the XO. Just in time to hear the NE at the comms station.
“I’m not sure, Sir. The station is easily distinguishable. But there is … something else. I can’t quite figure it out. It’s another sporadic reading on the sensors. I mean, well… just that. It’s like there’s something just off from reality. Like it’s on a worm hole evet horizon. It flickers but it’s there.” The confused young man turned from his station to glance at the others in the room as if to confirm he wasn’t the only one noticing this.
Priscilla immediately moved to the science station and tried to get a better reading on both the station and the odd secondary reading. As she did, she glanced at the XO. “Sir, should we call Drillek up here?” She wasn’t sure about bringing him onto the bridge. But this may be more up his alley than her own.
Lt Priscilla Simms
CSO
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