Posted by Commander Sifeda Itri (Executive Officer) in Main Sim: Transporter Room

Posted by Gamemaster Jack (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Transporter Room

Posted by Commander Sifeda Itri (Executive Officer) in Main Sim: Transporter Room
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Meanwhile, in the transporter room, the energy from the cylindrical ship’s weapon started being pulled into the mysterious cube that was still hovering in the air, glowing a hue of neon blue. As more and more energy was absorbed by the cube, the light it was emitting became brighter. The transporter chief covered his eyes just as a large pulse emitted from the cube, causing a number of EPS conduits to explode. As the main lights failed and the emergency lights came on, the cube fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

GM

Sifeda’s eyes darted to the cube as it crashed onto the floor, the dull thud reverberating through the room. The pulse of energy had left a buzzing in her ears. The transporter room was in chaos, sparks flying from the destroyed EPS conduits, the emergency lights casting eerie shadows. Her instincts kicked in, and she moved toward the fallen cube, her boots crunching over the debris.

What is it doing now? she thought, her eyes narrowing at the neon blue object. It had absorbed an incredible amount of energy from the ship’s weapon, but there was no way of telling if it had reached its limit or was merely waiting to release that energy in another form.

Sifeda crouched down beside the cube, her hand hovering just above its surface. The heat radiating from it was intense. Whatever happened next, she had a feeling they were about to find out exactly what this cube was capable of.

Commander Itri
(Executive Officer)

Ensign Desari Valen shielded her face as the cube emitted its blinding pulse, the transporter room now filled with the crackle of overloaded EPS conduits and the smell of burnt circuits. As the cube hit the ground with a heavy thud, she quickly stepped forward to Commander Itri, still crouched near the glowing object. “Commander, this thing just absorbed a massive energy load, but we don’t know how stable it is,” Desari said, pulling out her handheld scanner. Her eyes widened as she read the data. “It’s storing the energy, but the fluctuations are unstable. If it discharges again, it could cause more damage. We need to contain it, fast.”

Captain Aiden Voss
Commanding Officer
USS Memorial

The tricorder suddenly flickered off; it had obviously been affected by the pulse that had been given off by the cube. If the Ensign used a second tricorder, one that worked, she would see that there was no power stored in the cube.

GM

Sifeda’s gaze remained fixed on the cube as Desari’s words filtered through the chaos. The energy fluctuations were real, palpable, even without looking at the ensign’s scanner. But something nagged at the back of her mind, a sensation she couldn’t shake, a quiet hum that suggested things were not as they seemed.

She reached into her belt for her tricorder, thumbing it on and watching as it struggled to process data, the screen flickering momentarily before going dark. Another pulse? Or something else entirely? Desari’s report echoed in her ears, but the tricorder’s failure told her something new.

“It’s not about containing it anymore,” she muttered under her breath, standing up slowly, eyes never leaving the cube. The energy’s not just fluctuating. It had to be doing something else, something more insidious. The way it absorbed power from their systems didn’t add up. If it had truly held the energy Desari described, there should have been a volatile reaction by now—a discharge, a release, anything. But nothing was happening.

“Desari,” Sifeda said, her voice steady despite the growing tension. “Try scanning again. If that thing was about to release energy, we’d know. But my tricorder—” she raised it, showing its dead screen “—is telling me there’s nothing left inside. Whatever power it took… it isn’t storing it. I think we’ve been thinking about this all wrong. This cube doesn’t need containment. It’s siphoning energy for a reason, but it’s not storing it. What if it’s sending it somewhere?”

Commander Itri
(Executive Officer)

OOC: Ok, I’m going to throw out a bone here… you just had a massive power surge across the entire ship, that occurred as a large pulse of energy was emitted from the cube, before it fell dormant. There is no energy in it because it just released it.

The cube seemed to be absorbing power each time the other ship’s beam struck the Memorial. Now, they could be linked… or it could just be that the cube was able to absorb that power as part of a charge up routine.

The cube, aside from being rather warm, is now safe to move (use oven gloves?). It definitely warrants further inspection by science.

GM

She reached for a pair of gloves from her utility belt. Securing the gloves on her hands, she approached the cube with caution, her senses heightened. The air around it felt charged, as if it were still releasing traces of energy that had yet to dissipate. She had to trust her instincts; the potential for danger was high, but so was the promise of discovery.

Kneeling beside the cube, she inspected its surface closely. The material was smooth and slightly warm, but it held no visible seams or interfaces that would indicate how it operated. With a steady hand, she placed her fingers on the edge, ready to tilt it and reveal any hidden compartments. Carefully, she angled the cube to examine its underside, scanning for any symbols or indicators that might offer clues.

Commander Itri
(Executive Officer)

“Careful, Commander,” Thalia said, centering herself before stepping closer to get a better look.
Drawing her tricorder, she initiated a scan. The device sprang to life, but the readings were erratic, fluctuating wildly as it tried to make sense of the chaotic energy signatures emanating from the cube. Thalia’s brow furrowed in frustration. “Come on, give me something,” she urged softly, tapping the tricorder as if it would respond to her irritation.
Finally, the tricorder stabilized, revealing that the cube was not just absorbing energy; it was also transmitting some kind of signal. The realization sent a thrill through her. “What are you trying to tell us?” she murmured.

Ensign Summerhill
(Science Officer)