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Posted Jan. 29, 2020, 9:24 a.m. by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GM) in Main Sim: Shuttlebay

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Shuttlebay

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (First Officer) in Main Sim: Shuttlebay
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As the team filed in, the would find a rather intense looking doctor scanning the pod. He looked back. “Lt Sural, may we open this please? From what I can tell, this man is stable, but fading. He will die in the next hour and I will not be held responsible.”

Upon visual inspection, the pod almost resembled a sarcophagus, how any human could survive was a mystery.

-Matrix

Sural entered with Reno at his heels, already unpacking the engineering tricorder. “Intriguing,” he murmured. How could anything like that survive near a black hole? What kept it from being pulled in?

“Nor will it be looked upon well were we to make undue haste and cause an incident that injures crew or damages the ship. “Reno, please scan the .. unit for any potential danger, radiation emissions and power supply.”
“On it chief like horns on a toad,” Reno replied, bringing the tricorder to life and making a slow circuit.
Meanwhile Sural used his tricorder to scan for a ‘door’ or way in. “Doctor, what is keeping this individual alive? Is it only, as some would say, serendipity, that brings us here at the moment of this unit’s failure?” While Sural was not a skeptic, as that would imply an emotional origin, he considered in this instance that it was not unwise to hold a doubting position - the odds of this happening were simply astronomical.
- Sural

J.C had walked in seeing the unit running scans on the body “this is very interesting.....I’m unsure of how this man has kept himself alive. Let alone minimum damage from what I’m seeing on the scans. It could be a number of things keeping this man alive for this long.” He stated looking towards sural as he spoke calmly.

Lt.JG Jackson Caleb “J.C” Novak - CMO

“I am open to speculation, doctor,” Sural replied. What he was more wanting to know was how such a small thing was not swallowed by the black hole? Did it not want to swallow it? That would suggest a sentience to the anomaly, which would be anomalous itself, however if the doctor was entertaining many options of survivability, then he could entertain the same. He completed his scan and stopped to look at the results. If the unit was as old to utilize an ancient communication method, was the door in as old and simple?
- Sural

There seemed to be an air recycling system and early food replicator inside. The inner workings were hard to detect in detail while the door was closed. As was the physical state of the man inside. Though his signature remained stable.

The door seemed to open in an old fashioned manner, though it might be too heavy for a single person to lift alone. A lever could help lift it, or a team of three or four could pry it open.

-Matrix

D’vash had been visually inspecting the pod for any indications of its’ origins while the doctor and engineers were running scans. “If you can’t detect any hazards, gentlemen, let’s get this Robinson Crusoe out of there and get his story. That’s the best way to get some answers.

He dug his fingers into any small crevasse he could find and prepared to lift. . .

Odinson (XO)

J.C watched as he went to open it, hoping that this was not a bad idea. ” let’s hope nothing bad comes of this.” He stated, even if the scans indicted that the body was still alive, via air recycling system and food replication. “I am unsure of how long they will be alive for. Yes technically he may have an hour, but he could die any moment .....” J.C said expressing slight concern.

Lt Jg Jackson Caleb “J.C” Novak - CMO

Sural noted that the XO was ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ as an old Earth instructor had often said. Nodding to Reno, he said, “Let us endeavor to .. open the door,” he said. Closing his tricorder with a faint snap he hooked it on his belt and moved over opposite Odinson, figuring that would be a more logical way to leverage his weight and strength. Reno took his place next to the XO.

The metal was on the cold side of cool but that was to be expected for being in space, only now starting to be at an approachable temperature. Digging in his fingers he awaited the nods of the others. “On three,” he said calmly. “One … two … ” He only breathed out the three as each put their strength into it, straining with the effort.
- Sural

Opening the pod was difficult, but upon getting the lid open, a thin, dark haired man would become visible. He was dressed in an early Starfleet uniform. He began taking deep breaths. “Where?” He wheezed. “When?”

-Matrix

Once the pod was open, J.C had started carefully running another set of scans to make sure the man was alright. “I’m running another scan, I want to ensure he is alright and that opening this didn’t cause some kind of damage.” He explained as he read the scans once more.

Lt Jg. Jackson Caleb “J.C” Novak - CMO

Scans would show stable vital signs, but a fragile body structure. It would seem that this man had been in this pod for an extended period. His lungs were still adjusting to the air, but he would be fine.

-Matrix

After taking a quick look inside after the door was parked open, Sural studied the man. He could well suspect musculature issues as well as diet, though otherwise he was far more hale than Sural expected to find. Finding some purchase the Vulcan positioned himself to assist the man in getting out. “You are on board the Starfleet vessel the USS Olympic. By the appearance of your uniform,” he paused momentarily to look for a rank insignia on the sleeves, “a century has passed.”
Sural
OOC: can never remember the year. Bad Wookiee.

D’vash as well, looked for a name tag on the newcomer’s uniform. ‘Take it easy, son. You’re among friends. I’m Cmdr. Odinson, Executive officer of the Olympic. Can you tell us who you are?”

Odinson (XO)

“Lieutenant Jacob Hanlon, serial numb- Starfleet? USS Olympic. I was on the USS Neptune. It was 2264.” Above them, the lights flickered. Probably just the power exertions of tractoring in the pod.

-Matrix

Sural noted the flickering lights. Were he a human he would have frowned. Instead, a brow rose as his attention moved from this Jacob Hanlon to the ship. Turning to Reno he said quietly, “Check on that,” before turning his attention back to the rescued man. Reno nodded and moved off to a panel by the wall.

=^= Reno to engineering. We had lights flickering here. Y’all playing with the lights up there? =^=

Sural, meanwhile, returned his attention to Jacob. “How did you come to be in this .. pod?” He followed this up by, “Do you require assistance? Food? Medical attention?” after he remembered his manners. His mother would have lectured him on the ‘order of operations’ of assisting people in need. His sister would have been .. livid.”
- Sural/Reno

Sathut stayed off to the side, watching but not interrupting. It was unlikely that someone from the 2260s was aware of his people, although they had first encountered an earth vessel in 2250. It wouldn’t do.to shock the newcomer too much. It would be better to stay off to the side, watch, and assess the mental.health of the man from a distance until he was more acclimated to the 24th century.

Sathut, CNS

The XO caught Sural’s order to Reno after the lights flickered wondering what just happened, and then made a mental note to check records on the Neptune and Lt. Hanlon when he had the chance.

He inspected the inside of the pod wondering how this man could still be alive and apparently at the same age he was when he entered the pod. Even with life support and food available, the man’s muscles would have atrophied, his hair would’ve gone white, and the man would have to have gone completely insane in a situation such as his.

Was there some kind of stasis control in the pod? Cryogenics? Or was it possibly the effects of the black hole? Intel was his background field, but he couldn’t remember any situation such as this when the sole occupant of a small vessel was awake for this extant of years.

Odinson (XO)

There was no environmental control present.

-Matrix

=^= Reno, this is Devlin. All looks good on the board. No faults. No glitches. Almost like we were still under warranty. You say the power interruption? Okay, I’m isolating the bay power in the historicals .. is that a word? .. seeing the power flow to and in the bay .. if there was a flickering of lights it should show a hiccup in the power distribution system. =^=

=^= Might have a dissection job for y’all later, seeing what makes this pod tick and how anyone could live in it for any amount of time. It’s smaller than a Texan outhouse. =^=
- Reno, Devlin and Sural

There was a pause while the status’ were checked. =^= Devlin to Reno. I got nothin here. Everything is green and you’ve not any power anomalies. Hey, maybe it’s some six headed alien with rows of teeth just sucking the energy out of the room. Or you need to change the light bulb. =^=

=^= Thanks Dev. You’re a great help there. I’ll have the chief look out for energy sucking aliens while I’m on his shoulders changing the light bulb. How many engineers does it take to do that again? =^=

Reno walked back to the chief. “Got notice back from Devlin. There was nothin on the power flow. Nothing to cause the flickering.”
Sural nodded, thinking. “Set your tricorder to monitor energy variations in the bay. It sounds like it is something external.” Reno nodded and pulled out his tricorder, setting it for a constant reading.
Sural and Reno

Reno’s tricorder would detect a fading EM disturbance. Its epicentre was the pod.

-Matrix

Reno quietly showed Sural the results. Sural’s brow rose inquisitively and he tipped his head in thought, looking at the pod and then at the readings again. “Have a quick, closer look,” he said to Reno, “without appearing to take a look.” Reno nodded, his finger coming up to tip at his non-existent cowboy hat, and moved around the pod scanning it to try to focus in on ‘where’ in the disturbance was before leaning in to get a better look and place it, or identify it. Was it part of the machinery? Or something else? And if either, then … what?
- Sural and Reno

It did not seem to be a part of the machinery. It seemed to be coming from where the occupant was laying.

-Matrix

Reno had choice words for the phenomenon, however they were not as cleansed as Sural’s may have been. Where Hanlon was laying. Where Hanlon was. He focused on the where and attempted to narrow down what this thing was. Was it mechanical? Was it living? God forbid was it the spirit of his long passed great aunt Hetty who was the most crotchety old woman he had ever known and was terrified of her as a child.

“Lt. Hanlon,” D’vash began, “do you think you’re strong enough to climb out of there? We’d like to get you to sickbay to give you a more thorough check-up. Plus, it’ll give our engineers a chance to inspect your pod more closely as well. Maybe we can find out how you manages to stay alive all this time.”

Odinson (XO)

Hanlon began to struggle his way out. The lights flickered rapidly, almost as if they were strobe lights. As Hanlon collapsed over the side of the pod, everything momentarily went dark. No sooner had the sound of Hanlon hitting the deck resounded than the lights returned. “Can… can someone… help me… stand up?”

-Matrix

“What the blazes?” Reno exclaimed as he looked up at the lights then back to his tricorder.

D’vash reached down and grabbed Hanlon under the arm and helped get him to his feet.

At the same time he looked quizzically at the engineering chief and simply asked, “Sural?”

Odinson (XO)

As Odinson inquired of Sural, Sural’s gaze went to Reno who caught that glance and tried to fathom a reply based on what he was reading.
- Sural and Reno

Hanlon struggled to his feet. “Apparently time has taken its toll.” He said, almost as if he had not noticed everything that just occurred.

Reno’s tricorder would have a history, during the time of the disturbance, of having been deactivated and restarted. The only line occupying that space read “My chains are broken.”

-Matrix

=^= Devlin to Lt Sural. I may have something =^=

Sural, awaiting Reno’s reply as he watched the Texan shake his tricorder. =^= What is it Mr Devlin? =^=

=^= Had a power surge here. Or fail. A flicker anyway, but I .. heard a voice. A … creepy voice, chief. Said ‘Free’ .. but you know, a lot creepier. =^=

Sural watched Reno checking, then shaking now his head and then peering at the tricorder. “Rebooted chief. Uhhh .. read this.” He handed the tricorder to Sural who read the message, ‘My chains are broken.’ “Fascinating,” he replied. “Commander, you may want to read this status message from Ensign Reno’s scans during the disturbance.” He passed the tricorder to him while replying to Devlin. =^= Mr Devlin. Carry on. Advise me if there is any further .. communications or issues. =^=

Reno muttered, “We can just call it Great Aunt Hettie if it needs a name.”
Sural


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