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“We’ve made a little pit stop..” Sam replied, pointing to the viewscreen. “I was hoping this could give us some time to look a little deeper into the Fleet Captain’s past, to at least guess what’s inside the precious cargo.” He said. The Captain looked over at Science to check on the progress with the probe.

Weir (CO)

With the probe, presumably, launched more data comes back in, but not a whole bunch and soon it too disappears from the scope, lost in the inky mire of the nebula.

GM Wombat.

“Ummmm....Captain…We lost the probe! It just dropped off.” Said Surra as she faced him. “The good news is we got some data, but not much. I will compare what we did manage to get against the scans Griffth is collecting and see what we have.”

Lieut. Almikaz - CSO

“Probes don’t just disappear Lieutenant. Does the data that you got give any clues on what happened to the probe”

Max had a bad feeling about that. Probes really don’t just disappear, but there were definitely things out there that could make a probe look like it had disappeared.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Surra didn’t particularly like the XO, however she tried to be respectful as she could. “If it did, Commander, I would have disclosed it.” Then she turned back to her station. “Anyway…I am looking into it. Griffth, send me what you have from the scans.”

Lieut. Almikaz - CSO

Max raised an eyebrow. Perhaps the Lieutenant was still harboring some resentment from their earlier discussion.

Sinclair was hanging back and observing the crew and making notes on the newer Cadets when the probe ‘disappeared’. He walked over to Harkness and said quietly “Sir, a place like that would make for a grand hiding place for a ship. Especially this close to the border. Just a thought.” and he resumed his observations of the bridge crew.

Sinclair, CNS

“I agree Commander,” Max said quietly as well.

The lowly science station operator, NE William Okam, finished some scans and calculations. He handed his results off to the Griffth and Almikaz before returning to his duties.

The PaDD read as one would expect a dump of scientific information to include, gas make up, particle density, some other information from scans. It appears the signal strength decreased as probe went deeper, not too unusual. If NE Okam’s calculations were correct, the probe should resurface in about six hours, a little further away.

GM Wombat

Weir looked over the data as it was handed to him. “A nebula is a weird beast.” The Captain said with a shrug.

He couldn’t sense anything from within the Nebula, and the science readouts did make sense. The CO handed the data over to his First Officer to look over as well.

“Think we should carry the Challenger into it, or head back to our original course?” Sam asked, trying to get a second opinion.

Weir (CO)

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this Captain,” Max said looking over the data. “In theory the Ship should be able to handle it, at least according to these scans. But we don’t know what is deeper in the nebula. I guess it depends on how much we want to see if this nebula is the key to finding out what is in our cargo bay or not.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Sam paused for a moment. His XO was right, they could easily take the ship into the nebula. The Captain was a bit curious to why many ships actually steered clear from entering it in the first place, especially if it could make for some great science discoveries.

“Well right now we have two options.” Sam stated, “We can go through the Nebula and hopefully find an answer to our secret cargo, or we can go straight to our destination and see who ends up taking it.”

Weir (CO)

NE Cruise Control hangs tight at the helm awaiting further orders, scanning the spot where the probe should pop out.

GM Wombat