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Posted Feb. 25, 2021, 11:34 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Watley (First Officer) (Samuel Stroud)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Sim Start

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

Posted by Captain Michelle Allen (Captain) in Sim Start
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SNIP

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

Michelle looked up and made eye contact with her First Officer. She didn’t say anything, but watched as he took his seat.

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

Luke

((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
Security

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

Michelle gave an approving nod.

There initially wasn’t a response to the hail. Then the ship started sending out beeps. Beep pause Beep Beep, pause, Beep Beep Beep, pause, Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep, pause, Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep, pause, Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep, pause, Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

GM

Markus frowned as the beeps came in, but then quickly tapped a few buttons on his console, running them through what he knew of codes. It wasn’t morse code. It wasn’t a prison speed code, at least based off of English. It wasn’t binary. Analyzing the beeps as dots, he nodded to himself feeling fairly certain as to what it was. “If I’m right, and I usually am,” Markus said. “The beeps are meant to indicate prime numbers in Base Ten mathematics. One, two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen. i believe the vessel is waiting for a response back, completing the next part of the sequence.” He felt he was on the right track, but it was still just a best guess. All science really is, is making your best guess. However, testing that guess, making guesses based on a lot of information that makes it very very likely is all part of exploring the unknown.

More over, this was one way to recognize another intelligent species, as covered in a lot of Starfleet’s first contact protocols. There were others, of course, but this was a pretty simple one. Others were ways to indicate one’s understanding of Pi, and the Pythagorean Theorem, indicating an understanding of matter and physics, and so on. So far this was a good start, if the vessel was trying to establish a First Contact, or establish intelligence. At least in his mind.

Lt Woods, CSO

Michelle had been mostly silent, watching her crew and seeing what they would do. She turned to look at the CSO. “Send a response as you see fit. Let’s make sure sensors are running constant scans, I want as much information as possible. Tactical, any analysis?” She asked.

-Captain Michelle Allen

“Aye,” Markus replied, then sent back the next three prime numbers in the sequence, seventeen, nineteen, and twenty-three, in beeps while monitoring with their sensor resolution turned all the way up. “Come on, we’re talkin’ back now. Let’s have a lil conversation,” murmured the Lieutenant, ostensibly talking to the vessel nearby.

Lt Woods, CSO

Peter frowned at the answer to the hail, it wasn’t the norm these days to answer a hail with math. With no obvious life signs, it could mean that the onboard computer was simply trying to communicate, still, first contact was not his specialty and neither was mathematics. He trusted the Science Chief to know what he was doing.

CIO

A deep uneasiness began to make itself home in Watley’s mind. What was this thing and why was it communicating in the manner that it was? He had a gut feeling that whatever this thing was, it was trouble of some sort. “Captain” he said in a hushed tone, “I think going to yellow alert as a precautionary may be a good idea at this time, we have no idea what this vessel is or what whoever is talking to us wants.”

Lt. Cmdr. Maxwell Watley- XO


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