Max sat on a stool and stared at the case. Measuring a simple cubic foot in size the metal of the casing was clearly old. Centuries so. Covered in rust and tarnish there was little that could be identified at this point, but the metal was of a type that he could not identify and the case defied all attempts to scan the interior.

Inside it, was like nothing existed. It wasn’t as if the casing stopped scans, it didn’t. He could tell exactly how thick the case was, no more than 10mm of solid metal. After that, nothing. It was like nothing existed beyond the walls of the case. There was no power signature from within yet, Max was confused as to why nothing was coming back from his scans. He could lift it, sure. It wasn’t exactly heavy and yet there was a feeling that something was different about it. Max couldn’t explain the feeling and yet it was there inside him. Not on any of his screens or tools, but he would swear that the Box had something in it that gave him that feeling. He was an Engineer, and when the tools failed, he trusted his gut and instinct.

=/\= Lieutenant Naim, it’s Max. Listen, you know that archaeological dig that we stopped by recently and the artifact that we brought on board for study? I have something I need your help with. If you are free, I could use your thoughts in Engineering Lab 1 =/\=

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE