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Main Sim - Bridge Attn. DHs; CNS; Prison

Posted July 28, 2018, 5:54 p.m. by Lieutenant Vail Stevens (Counselor) (Lori Miller)

Posted by Major Kodek Vonn (Head Guard) in Main Sim - Bridge Attn. DHs; CNS; Prison

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge Attn. DHs; CNS; Prison

Posted by Major Kodek Vonn (Head Guard) in Main Sim - Bridge Attn. DHs; CNS; Prison Posted by… suppressed (20) by the Post Ghost! 👻 Vonn sat as directed. The voice from the helmet’s synthesizer then said “I have received training in signal decoding and cryptography, Captain. I have also used communications to trace individual targe… er, suspects… from point to point. But if you are referring to random cosmic background noise and natural phenomenon, I must say I will be of little help.” : : : : : : Vonn, Head Guard : : : : “No, I am referring to a signal that will be in need of encryption. It doesn’t appear to have any natural noises, beyond the broken nature of a weak signal, long distance or perhaps a malfunctioning comm system.” She caught the change in his words, but only rose a brow. “Yes, your use of communications to trace these.. suspects, would be useful.” : : : : Bov’ar : : OOC: Bump! : Trin Vonn simply replied “Of course, Captain. Whatever I can do to be of assistance.” Vonn, Head Guard
“After this meeting, it was be appreciated if you could begin your encryption of what you understand throughout the comms. Perhaps have NE Blake work with you, as he is a professional in communications.”
Bov’ar

Vonn nodded. “I will contact Mr. Blake as soon as we are done, Captain.”

Vonn, Head Guard

“Aye.” The Captain responded, tapping her fingers against the table. “Do you have any idea where Commander Crafford is?” She asked, somewhat impatient to the matter, now.

CO

“I do not track anyone outside the prison, Captain. That is a job I believe to be the duty of your ship’s Security team.” he said flatly.

Vonn, Head Guard

Amusement passed through her gaze, as she listened to the literal answer of the Head Guard, “That was rhetorical, Vonn.” She chuckled, pressing her hand against her badge. =^=Bov’ar to Crafford.=^=

Bov’ar
CO

OOC: Tagging the Counselor in this, as well.
Trin

After a few moments Kitty entered the beige. “ I’m sorry captain one of my kids did not want to go to class I had to chase them. What’s going on?” Kitty asked with a smile.
Kitty XO

“It is quite alright, Commander. Do have a seat,” She motioned with a scarred hand for the woman to take a seat. “Recently, by a matter of hours, our communications department was able to pick up traces of a type of comm. We have been, since, able to deduce enough to assume that it is some kind of distress call. That being said, we have no idea where the origin of the call is and why it is being sent out. After all, attempts to retrace the movements of the communique have proven far more fruitless than we could have previously hoped for,” Bov’ar returned to her stiff nature, being Ex-Marine, herself. “The communique is encrypted, either by the form of another language or by a sequence of numbers, hiding the true contents of it, from anyone unworthy of knowing exactly what it holds inside. Unworthy or not, we need to know what is inside of that message. For, due to recent events, it could be answers to our issues and also a cry for help from someone who may or may not have the longest time before they, too, perish like anyone before them.”

“What I need from you two, is to help determine what actions should be taken in response to this call.” She glanced between both of her officers, “Starfleet is in the makings of being contacted regarding this, and will be once a report has been filed. The comm has been documented as an alien source, but yet to be identified.” She paused, “Do either of you have any inkling of what this could possibly be?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Vail entered the bridge and nodded politely to the rest of the group as she waited for more information about where they were needed.

[insert all arrivals here, after this point, it will be as if everyone is there]

“Without seeing the call in question, it would be pure conjecture to for any opinion, Captain.”

Vonn, HG

“Right,” Bov’ar wasn’t sure why she had forgotten that, turning to the computer system, she spoke clearly. “Computer, play the recent foreign communique we received at 05:39, this morning.”

“Noted: playing.”

The comm came across the speakers of the room, showing itself to be a series of sharp words, each without any direct hint towards English or most standard Federation languages. It was quick, as if the person was in a hurry, and didn’t have much time. This caused the words to be jumbled up, almost resembling an SOS signal, when it came from a dangerous environment. The tone remained much the same, fluctuating consistently between fearful and informative, as if the person was in a state of severe distress. As the comm went on, it was filled with pure static in specific areas, making it difficult to hear what had been said, in those portions. Nearing the end, a shout of an opposing, foreign figure, erupted, before the comm cut of completely, in a loud, abrupt, string of thick static.

“End recording, Computer.” Once done, she looked over at the gathered officers.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Vonn sat motionless for several moments listening. When the recording stopped, he said “Computer, replay transmission. Slow to 75% speed and isolate all non-vocal sound patterns and catalog separately. Isolate voice generated vowel sounds and compare to known Federation and non-Federation species. After replay, specify signal strength at the beginning of the transmission to the signal strength at the end.” As the computer began to compile the requested information, Vonn said “Slowing the speed of the transmission may allow us to pick up familiar words or phrases. Background ambient noise can help identify potential points of origin or environments the sender is in, as well as help in identifying the species of the sender. Signal strength will deteriorate slightly from beginning to end. With that we can determine the approximate distance the message traveled before reaching us, as well as when it may have been sent.”

Vonn, Head Guard

Bov’ar only nodded, listening as the computer replayed the comm at the noted speed. It did not sound much different, seeing as the language was clearly still not of any Federation one. There were hints of sharp pronunciation, which could have insinuated the possibility of it being Klingonese, but the sound and syllables of the words quickly dismissed any probability that it could be of such an origin. As the comm went on, it revealed only slightly more information, including words and phrases that sounded colder, quicker, as if generally spoken by a race who was certainly less leisure about their annunciation, as were Humans or Vulcans. As for the world around the person, there were slight inclinations of cold, judging by the harsh wind that could be heard just beyond the voice and the otherwise stillness of the world around them.

“The sharp syllables sound almost Klingon, but the words themselves simply don’t match.” Bov’ar rubbed her temple, thinking about it. “They sound like the phonetic structure and patterns of Andorii.. perhaps.” She shook her head, uncertain. “What do you make of it, Major? Any ideas?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“Considering the wind storm and the sound of the word sound as if they could be andorion. Is it possible that the signal originated from the Andorians home world “ she said.
Kitty XO

“The signal, from what we can tell, has travelled further than the distance from this point to Andoria. While it might not be the moon you suggested, it might be from an Andorian in distress.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“I am familiar with the Andorian language. That is not Andorian… but similar. As if the being speaking it learned the language in a non-formal fashion… perhaps by overhearing it for some time. Perhaps the person in question was trying to reach an Andorian vessel or thought that Andorians may be sympathetic to their situation.” and he stood up and walked to the door and out onto the bridge. He returned shortly after with a PaDD and tapped a few commands into it. He then handed it to the Captain.

“A current list of all known groups and species the Andorians are currently at odds with.”

Vonn, Head Guard

The Captain read over the groups and species, studying them with intent, and comparing them to what she had heard in the communications. “They might have been attempting to, yes. It is also possible that the language was rushed, due to their position. However, the former seems far more plausible.” Bov’ar set the PaDD down, “Perhaps it would be wise to run the languages of the species, or most prominent languages of the groups, through the computer and see if there is any match towards the yelling at the end of the comm.” She glanced Vonn, “Do you think you could get a record on recent events between the Andorian people and these foes?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“It seems strange the distress call would be encrypted,” Vail offered. “That suggests the sender is looking for help from those with a certain technological sophistication, which seems a bit odd in an emergency, doesn’t it? If we were in danger, would we want to make it harder for potential rescuers to understand what we need? It makes me wonder if any of these potential foes are technologically unsophisticated, which would explain the need for secrecy…”

Dr. Vail Stevens, CNS

“It might not be secrecy at all, Doctor. In fact, there could be the possibility that the distress call was simply rushed and the creature had not the time to give a specific response, or one that would be helpful to potential rescuers. However, intentional encryption is something to note.” She thought for a moment, “Counselor. In a state of panic, is it not possible for the mind to act in odd ways, causing words to become slurred and potentially unrecognizable?” She wondered if the Counselor might be able to offer some assistance in this.

Vail nodded. “I suppose if the person speaking were anxious enough, words could become virtually unintelligible and thinking could become muddled. Depending on what was happening, a person’s flight or fight response could be triggered, with emotional reasoning temporarily overwhelming one’s ability to think clearly.”

Vonn didn’t move but spoke suddenly, the electronic voice cutting into the discussion like a scalpel. =/\=Computer, halt compilation. Isolate encryption algorithm on transmission, cross reference with known communications encryption protocols for all know intelligence agencies - Federation and non-Federation. Overlay decryption for any match greater than 85% accurate. =/\= There was a pause and the computer said =/\= No match greater than 85% accurate. =/\= Vonn sat silent a moment and then said =/\= List possible encryption protocol sources greater than 50%, intelligence or private organiztions. =/\= There was another pause and the computer said =/\= Possible sources of encryption protocol are: Star Fleet Intelligence Service - 81%. Andorian Defense Force - 74%. Bajoran Secret Service - 60%. Doun Systems Engineering - 60%. =/\=

Vonn didn’t move at all, but sat silent for a few moments. Then the synthesized voice came across. “Captain. Permission to contact someone for outside assistance on a secure… and private… frequency.”

Vonn, HG

“Permission granted, Major.” Bov’ar nodded. She trusted the Guard would know better than to contact any sources that could have potentially dangerous intentions towards their position. Judging by his apparent stability and logic, she assumed his choice in contact, was wise.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Vonn stood and wordlessly walked out of the room.

The Head Guard returned almost thirty minutes later. As he reentered and took his seat, he tapped a few commands into his wrist computer and the PaDD on the Captain’s desk chirped to indicate it had received a file. Vonn also handed the Counselor a PaDD. “Doun Systems Engineering employs a number of personnel with intelligence and military backgrounds as part of their corporate security division. As you can see from the report, they are also being investigated by Federation Security with regards to kidnapping competitor’s employees and forcing them to work for them.” The report, heavily redacted as it was so as to protect the source of the report or even what agency or person compiled it, reflected what the Breen was saying. It also showed that a small number of employees regularly traveled outside Federation space to destinations unknown. The report also suggested that there was an operative undercover in the Company, but that contact with that agent had been lost.

Vonn, Head Guard

OOC: Correcting typos.

“Is there a possibility that the Comm we are looking into, could be one of those noted operatives that do travel out into the uncharted or unknown regions?” She read further down through the report, mentally noting what information appeared to be useful and what was otherwise unnecessary to be aware of, or considered, at the time. “It does mention they have an undercover operative who went out into the field, however, there has been no contact with that agent, for quite some time.”

Bov’ar bit the inside of her lip, “Is there any way that we can have information on this operative? Perhaps that might hold answers in regards to where this comm is from, who it is and why. If not, it might be wise to forward the distress call to Doun Systems Engineering —If not done already— to see to whether or not they might find use within it.” Judging by their response to whatever Vonn had discussed with them, it would be somewhat logical to assume that they had the comm, on hand. If not, such a course of action could prove useful.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Vonn stood motionless but the voice from the helmet said “Unless the operative was discovered, Captain. It is possible that the distress call is coming from the agent, and that Doun has him in a black site for… discussion.”

Vonn, Head Guard

It was not unreasonable speculation, Vail knew, but they still didn’t have enough evidence to take action even if they wanted to. Stevens didn’t like the thought of anyone being taken to a black site and denied due process, but was such a suspicion worth potentially interfering in a much larger investigation? Still, one fact remained. “It’s possible,” Stevens replied with a nod. “I know we are all aware until we know otherwise, we are obligated to investigate any distress calls.”

Doctor Vail Stevens, Counselor


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