Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alita Claire (Chief of Security) in Main Sim- Pythagoras (XO, CE, COS)
Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim- Pythagoras (XO, CE, COS)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Mikel Petrov (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim- Pythagoras (XO, CE, COS)
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Bryson allowed Petrov and Alita some time to gather the equipment they wanted to bring, while he laid out the scanning tricorders and Type 2 phasers. Commander Erin was aware that scans returned negative for any bio signs, but he learned from past experiences to always expect the unexpected.
A few minutes later, Alita stepped intot he transporter room. She carried with her a type-3 phaser rifle and an extensive pack of field medic gear that she was very adept at using. When she had come aboard the Wolverine she was a Combat Medic and even though she was now COS, those skills had never been allowed to diminish.
Petrov arrived with a scowl on his face. He considered beaming into danger a foolish way to resolve anything. Senior crew should be on the ship. Safe.
“Expecting to fight some ghosts, Commander?” Bryson said to the COS when he spotted her rifle.
Alita shook her head and smiled at Bryson.
“Better safe than surprised.”
- Alita, MO/COS
The XO picked up his phaser and holstered it, then distributed the science tricorders. “I was hoping we’d beam into their engineering section for initial observations, sound good?” Commander Erin asked.
Once he saw that everyone was ready, Bryson moved to the transporter pad. “Energize when ready, Crewman.” He said to the transporter operator.
The transporter effect took them, their eyes watching the transporter operator going through his motions, and then in their next sight, finding themselves in a room, familiar as a small engineering room. Lighting was at half illumination making the long, thin silent room eerie. The warp core, small by comparison to most starships, was central in the room with just room enough to walk around it but not much more. The walls bulged out to accommodate the warp core. Otherwise the engineering was uniform in both directions from the warp core - a narrow corridor with consoles on either wall which would denote the different engineering functions to keep the ship alive. Those which controlled the warp engines were in the ‘bulge’. All told this would likely staff three engineers at a time. It was small but efficiently designed.
Most of the consoles were dark or, of the two that were illuminated looked to be scrolling status notes. The warp core was dim and silent. The air felt on the edge of stale. It was cool, around 60F. The only sound was what the party made.
Bryson had immediately set his hand to his phaser, but by looking around he immediately noticed they weren’t in danger. “Alita, check the area for anything out of the ordinary, Petrov and I will take a look at the consoles.” Commander Erin ordered. The XO stepped up to one of the illuminated stations and began gazing over the notes that were automatically scrolling up the screen. Hopefully, these controls would give a clue of what was going on throughout the rest of the ship.
The displays were showing ship status data. One was scrolling through a number of different data features, oxygen content, life support, temperature, and others more ship related being power status, scanners, shields and the likes. They were all in the green but for one - communications were red and showing offline.
Another display showed a small model of the Pythagoras over a globe, presumable the planet. It indicated power levels, gravimetric indicators, thruster levels, speed etc.
Alita scanned with her tricorder and took a visual scan just as Bryson had ordered.
- Alita, MO/COS
Within range of the tricorder there was no human life signs. There was one life sign that was one deck up. It was unidentifiable principally due to something interfering in the scan, be it some shielding or other. Tricorder would note it as a physical shield rather than an electronic one.
Bryson saw that Alita was off, scanning the perimeter. “Petrov, what do you make of this?” The XO asked, pointing to the various status updates on the console.
Petrov would burrow down further on the displays. The first was a computer generated series of status diagnostics. It was a standard Fleet engineering diagnostic which the computer would initiate should there be no crew to watch over them. He would note as well that this had been specifically initiated and not autogenerated by the computer. The comms were definitely off line. It gave no immediate reason for that mystery.
The other was an engineering diagnostic that monitored the Pythagoras’ position in standard orbit and making automatic adjustments to keep it there based on the last known commands from the helm.
Petrov went to the consoles and studied the information.
“I would say the crew purposely set them this way in order to abandon ship. Why coms are offline are unknown. Everything else has been set in a way that maintains the ships position. However there is a section here that is blocking sensor scans such as that tricorder. Its not electronic. Someone has set up a shield wall that inhibits scans. Maybe using parts of the ship that have qualities like this. Sort of like lead in the ancient days that blocked x ray radiation. If I was guessing there might be someone there. Maybe even crew but that would be a guess.” He answered.
By that time Alita had made her way back to Bryson and Petrov.
“Permission to investigate the possible life sign one deck up?” she said after hearing Petrov rattle off when she was just about to say to Bryson. Where he got the ability to read her tricorder from a different room she would never know.
“I also suggest a thorough comms check since we don’t need ours offline sir.”
- Alita, MO/COS
Erin’s comm chirped a moment later. =^=Cmdr. Erin, dis is de Captain. We are receivine you’ info’ma-SHON, but it is in bits and pieces, incoherent. Download de ships logs and bring dem back ‘ome. De logs should ‘ave a clue as to what ‘happened. There was also one occupied escape pod dat was jettisoned from de ship. “Opefully, Lt. McLeod’s team will be able to track down de occupant.=^=
=^= We’re on it, Captain!=^= Commander Erin called out, while listening to the updates from the CE and COS. =^= It appears we might be able to find some answers on our end, I’ll update you when we find me, XO out!=^= Bryson closed out the comm badge and turned to Alita.
“Head to the next deck and see what’s going on.” He told the Security Chief. “Petrov, is there anyway to access the logs here, or would we need to go to the command center?” The XO asked, half wishing for a longer field trip.
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