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Main Sim - Bridge - Two Days Out

Posted Oct. 31, 2020, 4:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Captain Molly Holloway (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Two Days Out

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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

Renveer’s eyes narrowed in thought as he absorbed the information. He gave a swift nod at Lieutenant Simms’ suggestion. “Indeed. If this is an abnormal reading coming from the station’s location, he would know.”

The executive officer pressed his comm badge deliberately. =^= Renveer to Holloway and Drillek. We’ve got the station on long-range sensors, but another anomalous reading as well. We’re currently investigating on the bridge if you’d join us here. =^=

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

Drillek responded with a somewhat concerned tone. =/\= Um, yes. Absolutely. Im on my way. =/\= and a few minutes later the turbo lift doors opened and Drillek stepped onto the main bridge.

Looking around, he saw the XO and made his way to him. “Commander. What have you got?”

GMT

Renveer motioned for Drillek to follow him to the science station so that he, Drillek, the chief science officer and the science NEnsign were all huddled around the display.

“It sounds like we’re not sure,” Renveer said in response to Drillek’s question. “But Lieutenant Simms can probably explain what we do know a bit more concisely than I could.” Renveer nodded at Priscilla to share the sensor readings with their guest.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

Holloway was finishing her morning routine when the commcall came through. Eyeing the steaming cup of coffee sitting on the replicator with a sigh, she tapped her commbadge. =/\= On my way, Commander. =/\=

Taking a fast swig of the hot liquid, Molly coughed slightly as it burnt her tongue. It had been hotter than she had expected and now she was going to feel it for the next couple of days. She sighed again, straightening her hair and blowing on the coffee to try and cool it off. Renveer had talked of an anomaly… she wondered for a moment what it could possibly be. With another swig of her morning coffee, Holloway placed the cup back on the replicator and recycled it. She could have another one when she finally sat down at her desk.

It didn’t take long for Molly to walk through the Bridge’s doors, spotting the small group of people gathered around the science station. “Good morning, Commander. What is going on?” Her words were directed at Renveer, but a reply from any of the three officers would do.

Holloway, CO

Priscilla had been about to say what she thought was happening, when the CO arrived on the bridge. It didn’t occur to get the XO was standing right there. Asked already taken the breath to explain.

“We’re getting signals from the direction and proximity of the station. The trouble is, there’s a secondary signal that’s intermittent and close by.” She paused a moment to glance at the others as she realized her outburst. With a shrug she finished with her gaze returning to the Captain. “It’s almost like it’s stuck between dimensions. Here, but there, as well. Buy we can only read it when it teeters to this side.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a good suggestion or not. “I mean, we can’t get a good reading on it. The computer can’t make it any clearer. It’s like it’s trying to explain what a koala bear is to a blind person, two days before going to the sanctuary. The description isn’t making sense.”

She bit her lip realizing she was staring to ramble.

Priscilla
CSO


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