Posted Feb. 21, 2021, 8:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Watley (First Officer) (Samuel Stroud)
Posted by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) in Sim Start
Posted by Lieutenant Kalika Darz (Security officer) in Sim Start
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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.
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.
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.
((The order hasn’t been given yet.))
Kalika was grateful that she had finally been cleared for duty while on the station. She came onto the bridge and replaced NE Anders at the security console. Glancing around, she noticed the viewscreen and frowned. “Have they answered a hail, yet? Or contacted us about what they want or need?” She had no clue they had just been discussing hails and was curious why the silence on the deck. Had they other ship said something that left everyone stunned? Or were they all waiting for a response that wasn’t forthcoming?
Lt Kalika Darz
Markus shook his head. “Negative. No emissions, and we were waiting to see if the Captain had any other orders first, I believe,” replied the lieutenant.
Lt Markus Woods, CSO
Watley assessed the situation for a moment, it became clear to him that hailing would be the best course of action. “Go ahead and hail the object lieutenant.” He said. Assertion was critical, and it was standard procedure after all.
Lt. Cmdr. Maxwell Watley- XO
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