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Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan stood at the science station, the familiar cadence of sensor analysis returning with remarkable ease despite the passage of time since he had last occupied the position on a regular basis.

With Captain T’Nara, Commander Kelley, Lieutenant Commander Ezeami, and Ensign Gibbs aboard the listening post, operational command of the Ark Angel rested with Lieutenant Commander Jax Storm at the conn. Soral required no reminder of the chain of command; his responsibility was to provide the acting commanding officer with the clearest scientific picture possible.

His fingers moved methodically across the LCARS interface, refining sensor resolution and comparing the latest telemetry from the listening post with the ship’s own passive scans.

“Sensor telemetry from the away team remains stable,” he reported calmly. “All four commbadges are transmitting normally. Biosigns indicate no physiological abnormalities.”

A series of spectral analyses appeared across his display. He examined them for several moments before making another adjustment.

“I am filtering residual subspace interference surrounding the installation. The refinement has increased sensor resolution by approximately five percent. Should the listening post emit any anomalous energy signatures, detection time will be correspondingly reduced.”

The work felt familiar.

Although his duties had long since shifted from science to diplomacy, scientific methodology remained ingrained. Data was collected, verified, and interpreted without assumption—an approach equally valuable in first contact as it was in astrophysics.

Another stream of telemetry arrived from the listening post.

“No changes to environmental conditions,” Soral continued. “Structural integrity readings remain constant. Communications latency is negligible.”

He turned slightly toward Lieutenant Commander Storm.

“Commander, I will continue monitoring both the away team’s telemetry and the installation. Should any deviation from expected parameters occur, you will be informed immediately.”

Without another word, Soral returned his full attention to the sensor displays. The bridge remained quiet, each officer focused upon their duties while the Ark Angel stood watch over those exploring the mysterious listening post. The silence was not uncomfortable; it was simply the calm that preceded discovery.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Izak had the comms open with the bridge and was glad Lieutenant Commander T’Varan was handling the other sensor duties so well. It freed him up to focus on the temporal aspect of the anomaly.

The Chief Engineer knew that… if it was really the Pathfinder and there were people still alive… that would be the mission priority. He wouldn’t even argue otherwise. There would always be another anomaly to study. There wouldn’t always be another chance to save a crew.

Other than his personal fascination with temporal mechanics, Izak had learned one thing about chronal distortions: every time scientists thought they understood them, another exception came along and rewrote the rulebook. They were notoriously erratic. The Brekkian smiled as he recalled one particular lesson back at the Academy. I remember old Commander Grabe joking that temporal mechanics wasn’t a science so much as a collection of exceptions pretending to be one.

As long as the Pathfinder was in or around the temporal disruption, the crew of the Ark Angel had to contend with a daunting number of unknowns. Every unknown they eliminated now was one less surprise waiting for the crew when they entered the anomaly.

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

“How are the readings from the area around the Pathfinder, Commander?” Cross asked as his thoughts dwelt on the Pathfinder crew as he hoped they could be in time.

Lieutenant Alex Cross
Chief Counselor
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan remained focused on the science console as the sensor data continued to update in real time.

“The available readings remain inconclusive, Commander.”

He adjusted the sensor filters, narrowing them to focus on the temporal distortion surrounding the Pathfinder.

“The anomaly continues to interfere with long-range sensor resolution. While we have confirmed the presence of intermittent energy emissions originating from within the distortion, we are unable to determine their precise source or significance.”

A brief pause followed as another scan completed.

“I am continuing to refine the sensor algorithms in an effort to improve penetration of the temporal field. Should additional information become available, I will report it immediately.”

Cross nodded, “Understood.” He said as his brow creased as he cautioned himself to be patient. Star-Fleet sensors were good but they were not omnipotent.

Lieutenant Alex Cross
Chief Counselor
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Without further comment, Soral returned his attention to the science display, methodically monitoring the anomaly as fresh telemetry streamed across his console.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

“That’s what’s bothering me, Commander T’Varan.” The Chief Engineer chimed in through the open comms channel from Main Engineering. “The surge is expected to let our sensors penetrate deeply into the anomaly. Almost any Starfleet captain would jump at the chance to study the inside of a temporal distortion. I can’t help but wonder if that’s how the Pathfinder got trapped in the first place… and if we’re about to make the same mistake they did.”

Izak knew there could be a lot of people still alive aboard the Pathfinder, and it was the Ark Angel’s mission to rescue them if they could. He also knew that the Captain would have to weigh that against the hundreds of lives aboard the Ark Angel that could be ripped from the timestream if something went wrong. Risk came with serving aboard an exploration ship. In truth, it came with serving in Starfleet at all. I suppose working the sensors and interfacing with the bridge like this makes it feel a bit more real this time.

“There are dozens of studies on chroniton manipulation that might give us some insight.” The Chief Engineer’s jaw clenched, annoyed that so much of the information about temporal devices was restricted. He felt like he was fighting with one hand tied behind his back. “I believe there are also mission reports from several starships that constructed rudimentary chroniton devices. I’ll review them and see if any of the findings apply to our situation.”

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

Soral activated the intership communications channel.

“Your assessment is noted, Lieutenant Waryn.”

His eyes remained on the scrolling telemetry.

“Until we better understand the behavior of the anomaly, caution is warranted. I will continue refining the sensor analysis and compare any new readings against the data already received from Listening Post Forty-Seven.”

He entered another sequence of commands, altering the sensor parameters to gather as much information as possible without changing the Ark Angel’s position.

“If the predicted surge produces additional data, we will be in a better position to evaluate the situation. Until then, I recommend continued observation.”

He closed the channel and resumed monitoring the science station, allowing the sensors—and the anomaly itself—to reveal what they would in due course.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Storm looked up from what he was monitoring on the helm ” lieutenant let me know if i need to make any adjustments to the ships position to help with the scans”

LT Commander Jax Storm
Chief Helmsman/ops
U.S.S Ark Angel

OOC: You’re sopposed to have the conn Jax :-)

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

The familiar, comforting hum of the USS Ark Angel’s bridge was abruptly violated by a profound and unsettling shift in the ambient atmospheric pressure, accompanied by a sickening drop in temperature that seemed to seep directly from the tritanium bulkheads.

As the temporal distortion enveloping the trapped USS Pathfinder began to writhe and violently fluctuate, the primary tactical and operations consoles did not simply chime with an incoming alert; instead, they emitted a series of guttural, low-frequency groans that resonated deep within the chest cavities of the bridge crew.

The main viewscreen flickered wildly as the visual telemetry was overwhelmed by a cascading wave of localized subspace interference, painting the bridge in erratic, sickly hues of violet and bruised crimson before a severely degraded, heavily modulated audio signal forcefully hijacked the Ark Angel’s standard hailing frequencies.

When the fragmented voice finally managed to claw its way out of the chaotic void, it carried a horrifyingly unnatural acoustic signature, layered with countless microscopic echoes of itself speaking milliseconds before and after the actual words were formed.

The transmission was laced with the agonizing sound of groaning metal and wet, tearing static, yet the deeply strained, hyperventilating cadence of a Starfleet officer desperately clinging to her sanity managed to pierce the nightmare.

“This is Capt… [a sickening sound of buckling tritanium and a muffled scream] …Amelia Hayes of the Federation… [high-pitched, bone-rattling temporal whine] …Starship Pathfinder. Please… [a heavy, gurgling breath] …Identify yourself immediately… they are in the bulkheads…”

The spectral broadcast did not merely end; it decayed into a loop of agonizing, breathy weeping that slowly dissolved back into the wash of background cosmic radiation, leaving a suffocating shroud of dread draped heavily over the silent bridge.

The telemetry scrolling across the primary science and operations consoles continuously re-wrote itself in contradictory, nonsensical algorithmic loops as the chroniton interference washed over the ship’s sensors. With the transmission lost in the shifting temporal eddies and the anomaly growing increasingly unstable, the Ark Angel was left with a chilling confirmation of survivors, requiring immediate, coordinated action from the crew to re-establish the fragile connection before the Pathfinder was swallowed entirely.

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

The bridge fell into a tense silence as the transmission disappeared into static.

Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan remained outwardly composed, though his hands moved with deliberate efficiency across the science console.

“Commander,” he reported calmly, “I am preserving the sensor telemetry associated with the transmission for subsequent analysis.”

He entered another series of commands, adjusting the sensor filters to compensate for the chroniton interference surrounding the anomaly.

“I am attempting to isolate the transmission’s carrier frequency and identify any recurring temporal characteristics that may permit further communication.”

His attention never left the scrolling displays.

“The presence of multiple temporal echoes complicates analysis. At present, I cannot determine whether they originate from the anomaly itself or from the signal’s passage through it.”

Soral paused only long enough to review the latest incoming data before continuing his work.

“We have confirmation that the transmission originated from Captain Hayes of the USS Pathfinder. Beyond that, I cannot yet draw additional conclusions.”

He continued refining the sensor parameters, searching for a clearer picture while awaiting the next opportunity to gather additional data.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

“understood commander” storm said ” i suggest we proceed with caution until we can prove that this was a legitimate starfleet message”

LT Commander Jax Storm
Chief Helmsman/ops
U.S.S Ark Angel

The whole transmission was oddly terrifying. And I only got the audio portion of it down here in Engineering. Whatever was going on inside the anomaly, it certainly didn’t sound good.

“We just talked to Captain Hayes… or somebody… but I don’t recall seeing any biological readings on the Pathfinder,” Izak said over the comms channel between the Bridge and Main Engineering.

With contact made, the situation felt much more urgent. If transmissions can escape the anomaly, they can probably penetrate into it as well. That would allow the crew of the Ark Angel to establish reliable comms with the Pathfinder and start getting to the root of the problem. Namely… how do we get them out of there?

Lieutenant Commander T’Varan was working on that signal, though, so Lieutenant Waryn switched to sensor controls he didn’t have a lot of experience using and got down to business. “I’m tuning the sensors to look for life signs. While I do that… does anybody know of any species that could inhabit walls?”

A moment later, another thought occurred to him. “And do you think this warrants an update to the Captain?”

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

OOC: The Pathfinder Transmission & Temporal Phasing

Hey everyone, I want to drop a quick out-of-character update to clarify the exact mechanical and narrative situation we are walking into as the ArkAngel arrives at the PX-941 anomaly and begins processing this impossible distress call.

To increase the immediate dramatic tension of our arrival, the signal we are receiving is not just a blind, automated broadcast drifting mindlessly through the void of space; Captain Amelia Hayes is actively and specifically hailing the ArkAngel through the subspace distortion. Because their chief engineer modified the main deflector array to create a localized temporal shielding bubble to survive the initial spatial collapse, the Pathfinder is currently trapped in a state of extreme temporal flux, rapidly slipping in and out of phase with our current timeline.

This constant phasing effect is exactly why our tactical sensors are only picking up their biological signatures intermittently and why their incoming transmission is heavily fragmented, as their desperate localized existence is violently colliding with the heavy chroniton radiation of our present reality.

This direct line of communication introduces a fascinating psychological and operational challenge for all of your departments to tackle collaboratively in your upcoming posts.

Because the Pathfinder sensors have managed to pierce their temporal bubble just enough to see our ship waiting on the outside, Captain Hayes and her crew are under the complete assumption that the ArkAngel is a contemporary Starfleet vessel responding to their localized emergency in the year 2398. Science, Engineering, and Operations officers should focus your initial reactions on the immediate technical puzzle of attempting to stabilize their temporal phase, clear up the heavily distorted subspace channel, and figure out how to lock onto those flickering life signs through the anomaly. At the same time, our Command, Medical, and Diplomatic staff need to begin preparing for an incredibly delicate first contact scenario, as you will have to carefully manage this fragmented conversation without accidentally inducing catastrophic psychological shock when the lost crew inevitably realizes that a hundred and four years have passed since they sent their distress call.

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

After a few furious moments working the sensors, Izak spoke up again. “I am getting life signs… but they’re flickering. Intermittent.” He pulled up the sensor logs from their arrival and filtered the data, looking for patterns. “There might be a correlation between the pulses and our ability to detect them… that’s when I get a partial lock on the biological signatures.” That made sense in a way. Every three minutes and fourteen seconds the pulse seemed to stabilize the anomaly briefly before it grew erratic again.

“Maybe there’s a way to strengthen that pulse somehow,” the Chief Engineer said as he considered and discarded multiple possibilities. “Or maybe… duplicate it?”

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

OOC: Thank you GM

IC: “I think you’re right Lieutenant Waryn,” Hegush responded through the comms, “I’m seeing the same patterns that you are. It could be worth consulting with science, as well. My knowledge of… spacey stuff is limited, at least, they might know more about the structure of the anomaly and pass on some information that could help us find which option would be more effective. Perhaps we can try and strengthen the signals at the same time as well. Two stones one bird is sure to hit.”

Lt. Hegush Falz, Chief of Operations

GM Post — The Next Pulse

Stardate 79012.4 — 2402
USS Ark Angel — Theta Persei Fringe, Sector 419

Three minutes and fourteen seconds pass.

The repeating temporal pulse arrives precisely on schedule, but this time the anomaly does not behave as it has during the previous cycles. The chronometric readings across the Ark Angel spike almost simultaneously as the distortion surrounding the missing Pathfinder contracts inward. For approximately twelve seconds, the unstable temporal region appears to collapse around a single point before expanding again, producing a remarkably coherent sensor return. Where previous scans produced fragments, echoes, and conflicting readings, the vessel now resolves clearly enough for the Ark Angel’s systems to distinguish the unmistakable profile of an Intrepid-class starship.

For those twelve seconds, the USS Pathfinder is no longer merely a temporal echo. The missing vessel is physically detectable within the distortion, its hull battered by what appears to be prolonged exposure to extreme temporal stresses. The vessel remains structurally recognizable, and although numerous systems appear to be operating below normal efficiency, the ship itself does not appear to be in the process of immediate structural failure.

Science sensors receive the strongest temporal readings yet recorded from the anomaly. The chronometric distortion remains concentrated around the Pathfinder, while the surrounding region exhibits fluctuating temporal gradients that appear to correspond with the recurring pulse. The readings indicate that the vessel is not simply drifting through the anomaly. Its temporal position appears to be changing in precise correlation with the three-minute, fourteen-second cycle.

Engineering sensors identify another significant detail. The Pathfinder’s main deflector is producing an unusual energy signature consistent with an active modification to the system. The readings suggest that the deflector is contributing directly to the temporal shielding surrounding the vessel. The exact configuration cannot be completely resolved during the brief window, but the available data indicate that the shielding system remains operational.

Operations receive an equally unusual return. The Pathfinder’s communications system is transmitting a repeating synchronization signal that corresponds almost exactly with the temporal pulse. The relationship between the two signals is too precise to appear random. The communications array is not simply broadcasting into the surrounding region; its transmission timing appears to be locked to the same temporal cycle affecting the vessel.

Then the life-sign sensors finish processing their return.

The initial readings indicate a large number of biological signatures distributed throughout the Pathfinder. The computer continues processing the data, correcting for the temporal distortion and attempting to separate individual readings from the surrounding interference.

The final estimate is considerably higher than expected.

Hundreds of biological signatures are present aboard the Pathfinder.

The readings are not static. Numerous concentrations appear to be moving throughout the vessel. Several of the returns produce an especially unusual result: biological signatures appear to be moving through areas where the ship’s internal configuration should contain solid bulkheads or otherwise inaccessible spaces. The sensor data cannot establish whether the phenomenon is the result of temporal displacement, sensor distortion, or something occurring within the Pathfinder itself.

Before those readings can be fully resolved, the communications console registers an incoming transmission.

The signal is heavily distorted by temporal interference, but unlike the previous fragments, it possesses a recognizable structure. The transmission is a direct hail.

A woman’s voice emerges through the static.

“This is Captain Amelia Hayes, USS Pathfinder. Federation starship—identify yourself. We’ve been trapped in this distortion for approximately four hours. Our temporal shielding is failing. I repeat, our temporal shielding is failing.”

The transmission briefly deteriorates beneath a wash of interference before returning.

“We’re receiving your transponder, but your registry doesn’t match any Starfleet database we have access to.”

There is a sudden burst of static.

For less than a second, another voice breaks through the channel. The speaker sounds like a member of the Pathfinder’s crew, but the temporal distortion makes identification impossible.

The transmission terminates.

At almost exactly the same moment, the temporal window collapses.

The Pathfinder disappears from every sensor.

The anomaly contracts sharply before returning to its previous unstable state, leaving behind a rapidly dissipating field of chroniton radiation and residual temporal distortions. The coherent sensor return is gone, and the hundreds of biological signatures vanish with it.

The remaining data, however, tell a different story.

The Pathfinder’s temporal shielding is not merely preventing the vessel from being destroyed by the anomaly. The relationship between the deflector modification, the temporal field, and the repeating pulse suggests that the shielding may be directly connected to the vessel’s continued existence within the distortion.

The three-minute, fourteen-second cycle has therefore revealed something considerably more significant than a repeating anomaly.

The Pathfinder is still there.

Its crew is still alive.

Its temporal shielding is failing.

And something aboard the missing starship is apparently capable of moving through parts of the vessel that should not be physically traversable.

The chronometric sensors begin registering the next cycle.

03:14.

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

The data came in quick, with such a small gap in time between when the information on the status of the Pathfinder before it was broken and they had to wait for another whole cycle before they could gather more information. In that short window he threw all of himself into it, he was almost uncharacteristically quiet as he read and analysed or diverted the data. What did he need to know now? There was a synchronization between the signals. Exactly. That was highly unusual. His fingers flying across the screen he quickly sent the information through to Commander T’Varan. It was like the vessel only existed in time when the anomaly was open. Could it be that the two were linked? That was something to focus on later he reminded himself as he skimmed through the life-sign sensors and paused, again.

Not one or five, or fifty but hundreds of life signs. He didn’t really know how many he had expected to see but it was nowhere near a full ship. Yet, there it was, data that told him it was so I guess that’s the meaning of temporal, it really is like the ship has only been stuck for a few hours, not centuries, he thought to himself before sticking his head back down to continue his work.

The Chief Engineer worked the controls, focusing on analyzing the biological readings from the Pathfinder. The number of life signs was off the chart, and their locations lent credence to the partial transmission from Captain Hayes earlier. There really did appear to be something inside the bulkheads. But what? And how?

Despite his stated intention of focusing on scanning the crew of the trapped ship, he couldn’t help but review the temporal results as well. The modified shields and deflector dish… some sort of defensive measure? And what about that communication signal? Was it intended to create that pulse, or was the pulse just a byproduct?

His train of thought was broken as Commander T’Varan spoke up.

Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan remained motionless as the sensor data flooded across the science console. His fingers moved with measured precision, preserving the fleeting twelve-second sensor return before the anomaly collapsed once more.

“Commander,” he addressed Lieutenant Commander Storm evenly, “I have archived the complete sensor telemetry from the temporal window for comparative analysis.”

He continued reviewing the data as the computer correlated the various sensor returns.

“The Pathfinder was physically resolved for approximately twelve seconds. During that interval, science sensors confirmed the vessel’s temporal position changes in direct correlation with the recurring three-minute, fourteen-second cycle.”

A brief pause followed as another set of readings populated his display.

“The vessel’s modified deflector appears to be generating temporal shielding. Based upon the available data, that shielding is integral to the Pathfinder’s continued existence within the distortion. Captain Hayes’ transmission indicates the system is failing.”

Soral examined the communications analysis before continuing.

“Operations has also identified a synchronization between the Pathfinder’s communications array and the temporal pulse. The transmission is not random; it is precisely aligned with the anomaly’s cycle.”

His expression remained characteristically composed, though there was a subtle intensity in his voice reserved for moments when the evidence warranted careful attention.

“There is one additional matter of significance.”

He brought the biological sensor analysis onto the main science display.

“The life-sign count is considerably higher than anticipated, confirming the presence of hundreds of individuals aboard the vessel. However, several biological signatures appear to traverse regions occupied by structural bulkheads. At present, I cannot determine whether this represents sensor distortion, temporal displacement, or a phenomenon occurring aboard the Pathfinder itself.”

Soral folded his hands neatly behind his back as the countdown to the next cycle continued.

“I recommend that we refrain from drawing conclusions until we obtain another coherent sensor window. Repeated observations may allow us to distinguish persistent phenomena from artifacts introduced by the temporal distortion.”

His eyes returned to the countdown.

“The next opportunity for observation will occur in three minutes and fourteen seconds.”

He resumed monitoring the science station, allowing the data—not speculation—to guide his analysis while awaiting Commander Storm’s orders.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

storm looked at the readings popping up on his display. “agreed” he said “i suggest that we wait at least 2 more cycles until we can get a better picture.” “i also think we should get an operations team on standby in the transporter room and shuttle bay.”

LT Commander Jax Storm
Chief Helmsman
U.S.S Ark Angel

Izak agreed with both Soral and Jax… there was too much going on to draw any concrete conclusions, and additional data was almost always beneficial. He didn’t speak up because nothing needed to be said.

He was especially curious about the modified shielding… or whatever it was. The Chief Engineer figured the Ark Angel would need to move in close, or even enter the anomaly at some point, to rescue the Pathfinder and her crew. If it was some sort of temporal buffer, as he suspected, it could be instrumental in protecting his crewmates from untold harm.

Location: Main Bridge, Listening Post 47

Stepping away from the central tactical plotting table to utilize one of the dedicated communications consoles along the perimeter of the listening post’s bridge, Lieutenant Commander Charlotte Kelley smoothly initiated the established handshake protocols to secure a localized subspace link directly to the USS ArkAngel. Recognizing the severe operational hazards posed by the swirling temporal distortion currently wreaking havoc on standard telemetry, the Executive Officer meticulously routed the transmission through the station’s recalibrated deflector array to ensure her critical orders would not be fragmented by the ambient chronometric static bleeding from the anomaly. As the secure channel established a clear, uncorrupted connection with her starship, Charlotte mentally balanced her immense administrative duties with her uncompromising biomedical standards, fully prepared to set the delicate extraction mission into motion while rigorously enforcing the absolute safety parameters Captain T’Nara had just mandated for the secondary away team.

=^= “Commander Kelley to the USS ArkAngel; by the direct authorization of Captain T’Nara, we are officially initiating the deployment of Away Team Beta for a physical reconnaissance and emergency triage mission aboard the displaced Intrepid-class vessel.” =^= Charlotte’s voice carried the unmistakable, poised authority of a seasoned Executive Officer as she broadcasted the orders across the secure frequency.

=^= “Lieutenant Izak Waryn, you are hereby ordered to assume tactical command of this boarding party, and you will be accompanied by Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan, Lieutenant Commander Spenn, and Ensign Wyatt Blackford to ensure we maintain a comprehensive, highly effective balance of engineering, diplomatic, medical, and security expertise during this unprecedented first contact scenario.” =^=

She paused for a fraction of a second, her fingers rapidly dancing across the LCARS interface to transmit the highly classified operational caveats and complex biochemical formulas she had just synthesized directly to the Ark Angel’s primary medical and engineering mainframes. It was absolutely essential that the boarding party understood they were not merely stepping into a mechanically failing derelict, but rather entering a fragile, localized temporal bubble where the psychological stability of the stranded crew was precariously hanging by a single, desperate thread of hope.

=^= “You will deploy via shuttlecraft and operate under a strict, non-negotiable forty-minute extraction window, requiring all personnel to be equipped with Class-4 Environmental Suits that have been immediately modified with localized temporal shielding to withstand severe chronological decay.”

=^= She continued, her tone reflecting her uncompromising dedication as the Chief Medical Officer. =^= “Sickbay is currently receiving my proprietary chroniton prophylactic regimen which must be administered to the entire team prior to launch, and I must absolutely stress that under no circumstances is any member of this away team to reveal the true stardate or the century-long temporal displacement to Captain Hayes or her crew, as we must prevent any catastrophic psychological shock from complicating the immediate stabilization of their vessel. Acknowledge and proceed with deployment preparations, Kelley out.” =^=

Terminating the secure subspace transmission with a practiced, efficient tap against the glowing interface, Charlotte immediately pivoted her attention back toward Ensign Gibbs and the station’s science division, preparing to synchronize the ArkAngel’s internal sensors with the listening post’s telemetry so they could meticulously monitor the shuttlecraft’s perilous approach through the unpredictable time dilation waves.

CMD. CHARLOTTE KELLEY, M.D.
EXECUTIVE OFFICER
USS ARK ANGEL
NCC-98729
COMMAND DIVISION
MEDICAL OFFICER CORPS
STARFLEET

OOC: Not thay I mind too much but why would a Lt be put in charge over a Lt Cmdr?

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

OOC: I was about to ask the same question. I’m fine with whatever but, barring unusual circumstances, Spenn or Soral should be in charge.

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

Ooc: Very well gentlemen, the order comes from the captain. And yes technically Spenn or T’Varon should be in charge because of there rank. And both chris and I had spoken about that. This is giving Izak the chance to prove himself in the leadership role.

CMD. CHARLOTTE KELLEY, M.D.
EXECUTIVE OFFICER

USS ARK ANGEL
NCC-98729

COMMAND DIVISION
MEDICAL OFFICER CORPS
STARFLEET

OOC: That’s fine , but there is some really unusual decisions being made

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

The Chief Engineer froze for a moment after he heard the XO’s orders. Me? Leading the away team?

His immediate concern was for the Ark Angel and who would handle things while he was gone, but he crushed that thought and reminded himself that he had to trust his department. They hadn’t been training for this exact scenario… nobody in their right mind would… but Izak and Warrant Officer Kotok had been building them up. Drilling them in unexpected scenarios and forcing them to adapt to the situation rather than rely on procedure.

Lt. Waryn had been given a job to do, and the department would have to do their job in his absence.

That led to his second, bigger, and more confounding question. Why was I placed in charge? Izak admitted that he seemed like an odd choice given his relative youth and the fact that he wasn’t the senior officer on the mission. Is it because of my focus on temporal mechanics and theory in the Academy? He figured that must be it, since no other answer came to mind.

Before he could respond to the XO’s request for acknowledgement or ask for clarification of the order, Lieutenant Commander Kelley terminated the link.

Izak was quiet for a moment… longer than he should have been… before his brain kicked into gear. “Right. Okay. Commander T’Varan, I’ll notify the others and meet you all in Sickbay to receive the prophylactic injection. We… can talk more once we’re there. Main Engineering out.”

He broke the link and took a deep breath. This isn’t going to be awkward at all.

He turned to the Engineering Duty Officer for Alpha Shift, a young Orion woman recently promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade. “Lt. L’Essa… the department is yours. Trust your team and your instincts… you’ve got this.” Izak gave her what he hoped was a reassuring nod and tapped his combadge.

=/\= “Waryn to Spenn and Blackford. We’ve been assigned to an away mission. Meet in Sickbay to receive medications and discuss the mission parameters.” =/\=

The Chief Engineer looked back over his shoulder before leaving Main Engineering. “Notify Shuttle Bay 2 to prepare an Armadillo, please.” Izak paused for a split second before adding, “We don’t have any time to waste.”

He admitted it was a terrible joke, but as he walked away, a smile crept over his face anyway.

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

“I’m on my way Lt”

He said leaving the science station in the hands of someone capable and headed for sickbay , he did think making the decision to have a Lieutenant in charge of the away team given that not one but two Lt Cmdr’s were also assigned to the mission, He chose to not openly question the orders , instead he would follow them and do his duty

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

The Chief of Operations paused his work as the message came through from, watched as the Commander left the bridge. “Well guess I’ll stay here and violate the laws of physics and keep this thing open.” He said to absolutely nobody in particular, “I’m sure the universe will be receptive to my reason,”

=^= Lieutenant Hegush to NL McQueen, your team is preparing the shuttle to enter the anomaly, yes? We’ll have two Lieutenant Commanders and our Chief of Engineering on that shuttle. So, one small request, when they fly into a pulsing temporal anomaly so I would very much like those shields to be working and I want a ‘Yes sir’ as in you would personally climb onto the hull and hold the shield emitters together with your teeth if you had to. Is that clear? =^=

Falz could hear an audible gulp on the other line =^= Yes, sir =^=

=^= Excellent. I knew I liked you, =^=

Now it was his turn to do his bit. It wasn’t just his team that need to be holding things together with their teeth, he had three minutes to find a way to keep that anomaly open so that the Beta team could keep their comms open and work out what that dang signature was. If anything, anything at all, went wrong. By the Prophets, he wanted to be ready.

Lt. Hegush Chief of Operations.

Storm tapped a button on the command chair ” away team i am opening a channel for you to keep me updated” he said ” remember to not cause any temporal anamolies”

LT Commander Jax Storm
Chief Helmsman/ops
U.S.S Ark Angel