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Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted April 29, 2019, 11:34 p.m. by Commander D'Vash Odinson (First Officer) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Trying to reach Deck 31

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Trying to reach Deck 31
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Sural found that at certain times the human direction of disinformation was occasionally valuable. However, as a Vulcan, he could see little reason to not speak directly. “We cannot,” Sural replied. “However in trusting in our party here as true to this universe, and looking to our goal of reasserting the computer central programming, we may assess any we find in the alignment of those goals. Ensign, whether you are realizing it or not, you are the most important person in this group right now, to undertake this mission. The safety of the ship is dependent upon us to complete this.” It may have been a bit heavy handed, however, it was true. If the programming determined to scuttle or destroy the ship, then all was lost.

Galen nodded and smiled. This was the real crewman. “Sorry, buddy. Had to be sure. Come on, let’s get this me tangled up like the Chief said.
He and Jobs spent the next few minutes securing up the doppleganger while Sathut and Sural were talking. Galen also took the opportunity to cut a patch of hair from the back of the duplicate with a cutting tool from a corridor toolbox in one of the maintenance lockers in the hall. “There… now we can tell him from me and he, hopefully, won’t be any the wiser in case he escapes.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice as he finished and put the tool box away.

NE Galen
Security

“Astute, Mr Galen,” Sural commented.

Sathut made his way over to the pair of Galens. “Excuse me, I must do something, just a test,” he took Galen’s hand and pulled him over to the false Galen. It was like a small child pulling a grown man, so he wouldn’t have much pull unless Galen came willingly.

If Galen would walk with him over to the false Galen, Sathut would grab the hand of the false Galen and sniff it deeply, then do the same with the real Galen. “Hmm… Yes, I can smell a slight difference in a few factors. I would have to test it on another set in order to be certain, but now I have a small clue that might help me to identify your duplicates without the usage of a blood test,” he spoke with a small smile, letting go of the security officer’s hand.

Sathut, CNS

Galen went willingly, but mostly out of curiosity and the fact he had been caught of guard. “Oh,” he shrugged and smiled before absently rubbing his sniffed hand down his pants. “Well, then, I will leave the sniffing to you.” He shook his head, unable to tell a difference in smells. But then, he wasn’t about to get down and sniff the hand of the unconscious duplicate.

Sural, meanwhile, would attempt with a portable first aid kit to patch up Jobs sufficiently to the task ahead. He was no physician, nor did he have the ‘hands of a surgeon’, though he had done well at basic first aid. Fortunately 24th century first aid was considerably farther advanced than the past techniques. In short, he relied heavily on the dermal regenerator and a stimulant to keep Jobs going. When they were all through, Sural replied, “Mr Galens, you are in the lead. Sathut and Jobs you are in the middle. I will follow. Mr Jobs, direct Mr Galens as needed to get to the computer core with all due haste.” Holding his own phaser now, Sural upped the notch on the setting to heavy stun.
- Sural, CE

“You have to be pulling my leg,” Nhamashal groaned, pressing a stylus against her temple. Nothing was working. Every tweak and scan she could think of wasn’t solving her dilemma. Something had to be wrong with the computer systems, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ishtar figured it was best to seek the problem at its source. She didn’t think much of the task, arming herself with a PaDD. She hoped to be out of there within the hour, the excitement of generating a simulation for her current experiment guiding her feet.

“Ah, down here.” She muttered to herself, turning down the corridor. It seemed suspiciously quiet, the air almost stagnant compared to the labs. Shrugging, she slowly approached the computer core, her attention captivated by notes on her PaDD.

Lt. Nhamashal
The Unknowing Scientist

As Ishtar rounded the corner, she was see Sural, Sathut (whom she would be familiar with as DH’s), along with a security guard, his twin, lying unconscious and bound, and another crewman. It appeared as though they were about to enter the computer core as well.

Jobs caught her arrival and alerted the other’s. Lt. Sural, is she one of ours or theirs?”

NE Jobs (computer tech)

Galen paused as the person rounded the corner. His hand went to his phaser and he frowned slightly. “I’m NE Galens… security officer for this junction. What’s your business here?” It sounded harsh but it was a harsh time.

NE Galens
Security

“Pleasure, Galens.” Nhamashal greeted, catching his instinctive gesture to his phaser. “That won’t be necessary. I’m only here to figure out what has my computer systems so finnicky.” She frowned, waving her hands in assurance. Glancing past the NE, she rose her eyebrows at the sight. “What’s going on here?”

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

OOC: Correcting typo. :)
Trin

“It is a long story, Lt. Nhamashal, but the short of it is that some complex things are going on,” Sathut said with a small smile. Then he tilted his head slightly. “Oh, by the way, what we talked about last week? I have some time next Saturday if you are available,” he spoke as a test. The Mirror officer wouldn’t know that he and Nhamashal had not spoken in several weeks.

Sathut, CNS

“Complex is an understatement, Counselor.” Nhamashal retorted, shaking her head. “Do what? I don’t remember any recent conversations..” Ishtar trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows in slight confusion. She knew, during migraines, she had a tendency to forget brief interactions. Although, she was fairly certain she hadn’t seen much of Sathut in the past several weeks. “That is besides the point,” She cut back to their situation. “You’re obviously heading for the computer core; do you need any help?”

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

Sathut smiled slightly. “Just a test, Lt.,” he said with a small nod. “There seems to be a rash of duplicates aboard the ship, posing as each of us. Well, a certain selection of the officers aboard the Olympic. They seem to be trying to steal our ship or destroy it, neither of which we want. Those that are here are all the originals,” he explained as succinctly as possible.

Sathut, CNS

“Interesting.” She folded her arms over her chest in consideration. “Have you found any means of inhibiting their success?” Nhamashal did not intend to come off rude, but her analytical stance could have been easily misinterpreted in their situation.

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

There did appear to be a surge of crew who did not know what was happening. Finicky. A curious understatement to say the least. More people were showing up and that was creating more confusion than confidence. With each person coming about it increased the chances of them making contact with a mirror universe ‘twin’. He glanced to the nervous Jobs then to the unknown Lt whose behavior was atypical for the situation. “Lt,” Sural said to Nhamashal, “How is it that the vessel’s computer systems have been taken over by an alien artificial intelligence and you are only calling it ‘finicky’?” He paused, assessing her. “We were going to attempt to restore computer function and thus computer control of the vessel before those from a mirror universe who have boarded the ship destroy or scuttle it. Logically, how would you undertake this?” She wore science colors, though if he could frown, he would. “Lt, you speak of your computers. That implies that you are familiar with them and the crew who maintains them. You do not recognize one of you technicians?”
- Sural

“I can only assess a sitution based on what I know, Lieutenant. I was not aware any computer occupation by an artificial intelligence,” Nhamashal admitted, shaking her head. Only a few moments ago she had assumed there was a simple glitch in the computer array, something that would require an easy modification to restore its functions. It was not until Sural had spoken that she realised the gravity of their situation. “Do you know how the AI came to occupy the computer core? In many cases, AI use a process comparable to a virus in order to infect–in other words, occupy a system. If the AI is operating similarly to a computer virus, we might be able to use similar tactics to loosen it from its control, just as you would malware.” Ishtar was a biologist and would not claim she was an expert on computers, but she had worked with them enough to have a basic understanding of how the AI might have infected the systems. Sighing, she nodded. “I am still new to the ship, Mister Sural. Unfortuntely, I haven’t had the time to memorize all of the computer technicians.”

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

Almost simultaneously, Sural’s and Sathut’s Padds beeped notifying an incoming message. First off was the code they had all agreed on. “The following is a list of crew members that have been compromised and have duplicates on board. Those names in red are original crew members that have been eliminated and successfully replaced. Do not hesitate to apprehend those names in read.”

There was a list of 100 names including Odinson, Oberon, and Ishtar, among other’s.

OOC: I’ll leave it up to you to roleplay whether the Ishtar with you is the real one or the duplicate <BEG>!!

Odinson (XO)


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