Posted by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”
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Toveka
Scientist

“Ready, take it slowly Doctor Brine. I have no idea what an Omega Stabilization Core does, but it sounds impressive.” Duncan said as he moved to the console next to her and placed his tricorder on it. “I’m going to connect the tricorder to the console and download what we can, when we get back to the station we can go over the records and find out just what this thing is.” His hands brought up the console screens and he began to work his way through them, guided by the replicator beside him.

Minutes later and the files were downloaded, what Duncan could find that was usable any how, and at that time the Panel finally set itself loose and opened under Brines ministrations. When the panel did open, the lights on Duncans tricorder spiked. The energy reading had increased massively now the device was no longer shielding it from their readings as much, but the energy was still clean and safe. “Well well, what have we here?” Duncan said, kneeling down beside Toveka to look inside the chamber.

Inside, was a long cylinder that appeared to have clear sides. Cables and relays were attached to each end of the frame around the cylinder and equipment of unknown design seemed to circle it. The cylinder was on a rail and looked like it could be slid out. “Lets slide it out, and get out of here.” Duncan said through the suits radio, suddenly feeling exposed with the large gaping hole over them and this discovery in front of them. He reached forward and gripped a handle, and pulled. The cylinder simply slid towards him and was surprisingly light, and as he pulled it the light inside began to shine brighter until a loud beep sounded and a cover built into the cylinder slid shut, closing automatically as he pulled it free.

Looking down at the long rod in his hands, the tube measured nearly a meter in length and was smooth and hard. Duncan swallowed and looked up at Brine. “Well, we might have found something you have been looking for. Now to get it back to the Fenrir in one piece. We can go out through the hole.” He said, looking up and sliding the tricorder into his suits holder. “It looks like we got all the information that we could.”

Lt Rhodes, CSO

Toveka watched her supervisor pull the cylinder free and the covering over it click into place. “Well that’s interesting.” When he commented about leaving thru the hole, she nodded. “Let’s get this back to the Outpost. I want to see what it’s about. Perhaps it holds answers to the destruction of my home.” She was hopeful, but knew, as a scientist, not to pin her answers on ‘hope’.

She moved to head out first. If he was holding the prize, it was her job to see to their safety. She made sure they had all the equipment and scanners they had come with after taking a final scan of the fixture the odd power supply had come out of. She would probably need to reconstruct the holding base and the hook up if she wanted to get it working on the Outpost. As she waited for his nod of being ready, she headed towards the opening and started to move thru it to make their way back to the shuttle.

Toveka
Scientist

“Lets go.” Duncan said, and disengaged the magnetic link from his boots to the floor plating allowing him to float. A short blast of their suits thrusters and the two tomb raiders rose and headed through the hole in the side of the fuselage.

Outside, the scene had changed slightly. The destruction of the Romulan home world had left a mighty spectacle of debris scattered throughout the system, and the gravity well that had kept the hulk of the Romulan Warbird in place and locked the local debris to it had somehow been released with their acquisition of the artifact. Now, the chunks of rock that had at one time been planet or moon were moving as if ripples in a pond had swept past them and beyond that ripple, their runabout sat precariously among the rocks. “Watch the debris, Brine.” Duncan ordered as they set their thrusters in motion to return to the runabout, and he found he had to continuously adjust his heading as his suits proximity warning indicator beeped almost as fast as he adjusted for the previous one.

Lt Rhodes, CSO

“We have them on sensors, Captain.” The Klingon Bird-of-Prey’s Tactical Officer noted as the two figures appeared on his screen. “They have an item, the energy readings it is giving off, are impossible.”

Khain came to his feet, not the tallest Klingon by far on his Bridge but most certainly the one with the biggest presence. A few steps across the Khazad’hea’s clean and tidy, sophisticated Bridge and his one eye was looking over the Tactical Officers shoulder. “Check those readings,” he ordered, then turned and moved to the view screen. The Tactical Officer knew the expectation and the image of the two had appeared before Khain stopped walking. “The readings are confirmed, Captain. Whatever they have, the power is of a level we haven’t recorded from any manufactured source.” At that, Khain turned and looked at the Tactical Officer, the eyebrow above his eye-patch raised in a question that the Tactical Officer had no time to answer.

“Two ships on sensors, Captain,” his Science Officer called out, “they haven’t detected us through our cloak, but they de-cloaked themselves as they approached the energy well. They appear to be small fighters, Romulan design.”

Khain swung back to the screen and raised a hand, clenching his fist as he did so and the Khazad’hea instantly fell into Battle Stations. “Can the Starfleet Away Team see them?” The Tactical Officer shook his head, “Not through the energy well, they still cannot transport to the Runabout either but they will reach it before the Romulans reach them. We are out of weapons range as well Captain, and there is too much debris to launch a torpedo accurately.”

Khain grunted as if that mattered little. “Hold position,” was all he said.

Captain Khain
Captain of the IKS Khazad’hea