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Posted Feb. 19, 2021, 1:21 p.m. by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) (Luke Hung)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Watley (First Officer) in Sim Start

Posted by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) in Sim Start

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Sim Start
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Space was a large, empty, lonely… hence the very name, space. So vast the very fact one object was even, on any semblance, of an intercept course with another object was considered so uncommon as to be proof of intelligent intent. The Viking was several weeks out from its last port of call, days since they had last scanned another star-ship, and the randomness of the Universe was coming into play or so it seemed.

At a range that was startling close for an object to suddenly appear, under a light year, was a metallic husk, moving at a fraction of light speed at what was for all intents and purposes a collision course, in about 8 hours.

GM

Being on the bridge to keep an eye on some of the crew memberss, Avarak glanced over at the alert that had popped up before turning to the Captain’s chair. “Captain, it appears as though something has appeared, although what exactly is not quite my expertise.”

Avarak (CNS)

The object continued at sub-light speed, for all intents and purposes oblivious to the Viking.

GM

Markus frowned. Their long range scanners should have picked the object out at least a dozen if not a dozen and a half light years out. That was concerning. Even their high resolution sensors and scanners half a six lightyear range. Bringing up the lateral sensor array, Markus brought up the full spectrum scanner and began working across the range. He searched through the electromagnetic spectrum for any energy emissions while running a gravimetric scan to get an idea of it’s mass, size, and combined with both would tell him things like propulsion systems. Anything that might indicate how hot or cold the object was, how advanced the technology was. Anything the sensor systems could tell him.

In the Academy he’d done a couple years of Tactical training along side his science courses, and over the years had ended up in some tight spots and under fire. While he wasn’t quite as specialized, he could at least gather basic tactical data, which he also sought out.

At the same time, he took a moment to gather data on it’s speed and course and shoot a reverse azimuth, trying to backtrack it’s point of origin, and comparing against the astrometric data they had for the region. Where there any possible nearby stars it had come from?

“Scanning now,” Mark reported aloud. He hadn’t been told to, but scanning anomalies was fairly standard procedure. And like any good crew, he sought to anticipate the needs and orders of his superiors. It saved time, and he was no mindless drone. Though for the moment he kept it to mostly passive data-gathering. If the object in question did have intelligence driving it, he didn’t want to spook it, or have the Viking’s actions be seen as a potentially aggressive or hostile act. This might be a First Contact situation. Better to play it cool. “Passive scans only for the moment. Looking for transmissions and subspace transmissions too,” he added, as he went to looking through the known subspace bands in case they were communicating in any meaningful way they could detect. Either with the ship or somewhere else.

Lt Woods, CSO

Passive scans were less effective at any range, but at the moment the ship has no means of deflection or counter-scanning up. The ship was close to absolute zero -260.88 Celsius. It was a ‘ship’ but with no detectable active power it equated to a hollow metallic rock in space, which was the most likely reason it had not activated any alert system. Actual kinetic energy was so low that it suggested that there were no living biological organisms on the ship.

GM

Markus frowned into the instrument panel. “Whatever that thing is, she’s cold and dark. No emissions detected on passive scans. She’s almost as cold as the rest of space. It doesn’t look like there’s any signs of life. No power signature. And she’s not moving terribly fast or under any kind of thrust I can detect on passive scans.” Mark scratched at his goatee for a moment. “With permission, I’d like to switch to active scans and see if we can get more detail. It’s well within our high resolution sensors and scanners.”

Lt Woods, CSO

Michelle had remained silent, waiting to see what the Bridge crew would do on their own. She liked when crew took initiative. “Granted. Get as much information as you can.”

She turned to the Counselor. “Let’s get our First Office and Chief Intelligence Officer to the Bridge for this one.”

-Captain Michelle Allen

Markus nodded, turning back to his station. His hands danced over the displays bringing the lateral sensor arrays to focus on the object, sending out various beams, waves, and pulses of energy, and began to drink in as much information as the Viking’s considerable systems could handle. Mark studied his screens tracking multiple data streams, recording everything.

Lt Woods, CSO

The ship was huge nearly a kilometer long and half so wide and deep. Hull was pot marked from probably years of micro impacts of dust and micro-meteors on an un-shielded sublight ship. The internal configuration was designed for creatures who might be somewhere between 1.4 to 2.5 meters in height. The power systems were offline, but warp capable… matter anti-matter. There were no biological life forms aboard, but a number of low level power sources.. like light bulbs were active.

GM

Marcus began overlaying the information he had on the main view screen. The ship was still out of visual range, but the information he had was useful. “Looks liek the lights are on, but nobody’s home. Main power is shut off,” he reported as more information began filling in and scrolling along in sidebars.

Peter got the message to report to the bridge, grabbed his jacket, and made his way to the turbolift. He was still getting used to being on a ship that didn’t have constant emergency lighting and malfunctioning… well everything. After a moment he stepped out of the lift and looked at the viewscreen. He took a step to the rear
Tactical console and looked at the readings “Have we hailed the vessel?” He asked the Captain as he got familiar with the situation.

CIO

Mark looked over to the CIO. “Not sure there’s anybody to pick up if we give them a ring,” he said. “But it’s probably next on the agenda.” As he sat, watching his screens he frowned. A derelict out here, but on a direct course for them, so far out in the black? Markus didn’t really believe in coincidences much. His mind went back to the U.S.S. Darius then, and the mysterious alien device they’d found there. It had resulted in some… unusual things happening. But most importantly the way it had altered him, waking up latent capabilities. Not just for an hour or two like it did with most. He’d spent so much time studying the device, it seemed to have created a permanent change.

This whole thing left the Lieutenant with a sense of unease. Maybe it was a holdout of his last tour on the Viking. Maybe it was a throwback to the Darius. Maybe his abilities were subtly trying to warn him. But for now, there was nothing definite or concrete that would help their situation. He wasn’t sure how the new CO would react to his ‘gut’ or other abilities. Or if she’d even been read in on his file.

Markus was normally calm as a cucumber under pressure. Anyone who’d spent enough time around him would know that. And might notice his leg bouncing and some idle fidgeting as he stared at the readouts.

Lt Woods, CSO

The initial inactivity had been pleasant for the XO. Adjusting to his new and responsibilities was not a seamless transition, and he had found the plentiful downtime valuable. All of that tranquility had come to a crashing halt when he received the comm to report to the bridge. He stepped on and surveyed the area, there was an odd looking object on the viewscreen, and science officer and CIO were chatting about hailing. He simply took his place by the Captain’s side, waiting for the situation to explain itself to him.

Lt. Cmdr Maxwell Watley- XO

OOC: I’d love to continue, but no one actually hailed. Not that, that would actually do anything… Hee hee.

Luke


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