Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Alan Dysart (Comm Officer/Linguist) in Bridge (Main Sim)

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Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Bridge (Main Sim)
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T’Leia mused,”Logic would dictate by placement that they are more then likely energy weapons of some sort.”

Commander T’Leia

Naomi silently agreed with T’Leia, especially since the thing they were rotating about would output more than needed to power such things. They would wreck havoc with the structure of the Bonnie if they managed to fire off and hit. She waited for additional orders while at the science station.

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

“Lieutenant Baumann I think I can boost your tactical scans so we can see if those ports have any residual weapon signature.”

Woods, Armory

Baumann nodded in agreement. “Take care not to do anything that may be construed as hostile, Mr. Woods.” he said out loud, but had full faith and confidence in his teammate.

Baumann, AC

T’Leia heard Wood’s suggestion to Bauman and watched both men curiously to see if what the outcome to their attempt was while saying to Dysart,
“Lieutenant, any answers to our hails?”

Commander T’Leia

OOC: Correcting a typo.

Alan didn’t look up. “Not yet sir. I’ll keep trying.” He pressed a few buttons. He sent repeated hails, hoping for an answer. And maybe a new language.

-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Comms/Linguist

Ari began to pace, her desire to get in a shuttle and see the place up close, warring with the part of her that wants to run and just set a ‘caution’ beacon and let someone else deal with this. She ended up by Baumann’s chair, her hand moving to the back of it, finger tips once more extended slightly for the tactile reassurance. “Any readings on the station yet? Transmissions, weapons signature, response… anything?” Her frustration was growing and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could just sit and ‘hover’.

A thought occurred to her, “Barr… these anomalies. It’s strange they maintain such a static and regular spacing. Is there anything, either locally or part of the station, that is keeping them in place?” It was a long shot, but the fact this thing sat within a nest of stars in this state, and didn’t suffer for it, made her curious. It also made her curious, suddenly, that the ship, itself, wasn’t suffering like she thought it would.

Ari
CO

There was no sign or hide nor hair or anything of any weapons having been used for some time.
There were as well no other probes or anomalies (that they could pick up) or ships or satellites.
There were, as well, no communications responses … however ..

From the probe - IT picked up a weak reply that would not have gotten to the Bonnie farther out. Transmitting it through, it was text only, and that only symbolism - but it was identified by the computer as a distress call. It was coming from the sphere in what might be considered the mid latitudes.

Science, at looking at the power output would say that it was a huge power output, but, for a sphere that size, it should be many magnitudes greater. The probe would show the power to be not even along the surface but spotty. None of the outputs, however, were more than what might consider baseline power and that minimal at best.

A quick comparison between the apparent tech of the sphere with that of Bane’s vessel was light years apart. There was a faint similarity in some of the construction appearance and composition with that of the probe that was rescued. But even that was less than 10% chance that it was built by the same people. Borrowed from maybe, but not the same builders.
- Wookiee

Alan sat and admired the message for a moment. Symbolism. Unique. The computer had identified it as a distress call. Alan didn’t see it yet. He stared for a moment before a vague pattern emerged. “Captain-“ he said without looking up “there’s a signal. Text only. Distress call.”

-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Comms/Linguist

Ari sighed. Last time they got a distress call, it was from a race that had been ‘imprisoned’, for all intents and purposes, by another race. She glanced at T’Leia. “We should check it out,… shouldn’t we?” She sighed knowing she wouldn’t feel right, or sleep well, if she just turned and went away. Shaking her head in resignation, she looked around. “All right, Baumann, Barr… grabbed a couple more, and weapons, and take a shuttle. I don’t think we can maintain a lock for transporters in there.” She turned to the front of the bridge, “Helm… take us thru the perimeter and halfway to the station. I want to be able to turn tail and run if this goes sour.” She moved to her chair thinking to sit down, then realized she was restless and trying ‘not’ to get on that shuttle with Baumann. “Let’s figure this out and get out of here. This place isn’t much fun anymore.” She gave a half laugh and went back to pacing along the back of the bridge.

Ari
CO