OOC: Copied and snipped from other thread:

Scans kept coming in now from the probe. Sadly nothing on the analyses came up as anything on record. Out to the far range of the probe’s scans nothing pinged as being recognizable. They did though find what might be the ‘edge’ of the nebula indicating it was likely somewhat sizable in scope. What was also picked up though were faint subspace pulses which could or not be some kind of alien comm signal outside the nebula’s boundaries at the extreme range of scans.

GM CockRoach

Riley’s eyes widened. “Possible radio contact,” he said, zooming on the indicated area. “At the very edge of the sensor range - 720 million kilometers or so. Subspace pulses. Running cryptoanalysis now.”

His fingers flew across the inputs as he passed the signal through the computer’s database of algorithms, trying to see if they could determine a pattern, or if it was recognized. He executed the command and waited, strumming his fingers on the table, watching the visual representation of the pulse vibrate in place on the holodisplay.

Ensign Riley, Science

The analysis continued to chug away, no immediate patterns came up as a match, but given the pulse patterns it did have a ‘speech’ like pulse quality to it indicating seemingly intelligent life nearby. Full analysis would take a few hours at this point there did not seem much else to learn on scans.

GM CockRoach

After checking with Riley and Genard, Fayth returned to her office, pulled up the sensor log of the pulses. Riley had already set the computer to run the signal through known algorithms. She sat and played it, listening in the quiet to it. Some times the mind could make connections that seemed vague but it was a connection non-the-less where a computer, bound by logic, could not. As each algorithm finished she had the computer start another one. It could be mathematical, it could also be musical (which was similar and connected to math, but different enough), rhythmic like Morse code. She then had the computer pull up the visual feed of the pulse. Perhaps it was a visual language, creating a picture or series of colors to be interpreted.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO