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.Baumann looked at Dysart and said “Ask them how they sent the distress call? If everything is as bad as they say, we need to know what level of technology these people understand.”

Baumann, AC

Rachel continued to listen with interest as she chewed on a second fruit. It was the first time she’d met new aliens.

Dr Grey - CMO

Alan nodded in response to Baumann’s order. “Uf did ish-veh sutra satau wuh flakosh vutau etek puzhu-tor? kuv du vesh’ ri aware t’ koshtri s’udish wuh ek’kal, po satau ish-veh?” (How did your people send the distress call we heard? If you were not aware of species outside the sphere, why send it?)

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

“Point me towards the engine,” Kenny said with a small nod, picking up a fruit and quietly peeling off the outer rind and biting into the fruit to try it out.

Kenny, CE

Rachel’s wink caused Naomi to smile a bit, her own attention turned to her own piece. While she knew it wasn’t toxic, her mind couldn’t help wonder if the flavor was bland or delicious. Most genetic altered food was hit or miss. She liked organic strawberries, but the genetically modified ones tasted like water more than sweet to her. Naomi blamed it on inheriting her mother’s sensitive taste buds.

As she bright the piece to her mouth, she took a test nibble. The fruit was bland in flavor but held more sweetness than their own. She realized the design leaned heavier to nutrients than taste. Deciding she was too hungry, Naomi simply finished off her portion while she listened.

When the story ended, she felt a pang of sympathy. She brushed it to the side when she spotted Dysart worked on communicating their Armor Officer’s questions to the natives. She continued to let the senior officers handle the situation. Her upper teeth bit her lip though whenever she thought back to the story. She wondered if the ‘Pit’, as they called, was actually natural or artificial. It could’ve been the language barrier, but it sounded like it had always been a part of their lives.

She shook her head at her own silliness and she continued to wait for more information.

-–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

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Dal replied. “The surface was once our home we are told. Now it is the great Wall. We now live between the Wall and the Pit. The Wall that gave us life and the Pit that takes it.” He appeared surprised at the unexpected profoundness of his words, at least to him they were, and he paused. “The transmission/radio/call is an old machine that we speak with our family/allies/friends. It was them I was trying to call. But you answered.” Dal brightened at that.

To Kenny’s inquiry, after receiving a nod from the other two elders, stood and took Kenny’s hand, drawing him toward the wall of their sphere. His cold was cool and smooth. At the wall a window some inches tall but extending all around the perimeter looked out into semi space. In the far distance hung the great ‘Pit’, the black hole that yawned open and seemed alive and malevolent. But between them they could see two small dots. Dal pointed to them. “There. The machines.”
-Dal

T’Leia followed and stopped beside Kenny as she looked to where Dal pointed,”You speak to your family and friends with those machines?” She asked thinking that they must be satellites. “Is that what you need us to fix? Not something here?” She asked confused. This lack of complete language was making things difficult and cumbersome communication wise and she was starting to feel some frustration which she tamped back down as she took a slow calming breath. Patience was needed when dealing a new species.

Commander T’Leia

“The machine keeps us alive. Keeps the great hand from pulling us into the Pit. The force from the Pit.” His slit like mouth and face pulled into a familiar expression - a frown, him too frustrated at the communication challenge. “The talking machine/communicator/device is there,” Dal said, pointing to a small alcove in the core of the ‘deck’, where one of the doors/Jeffries like tube doors were.

T’Leia looked toward Baumann to see if he understood any better. If she was understanding what Dal was saying then, the machines ‘out there’ helped them with communication. So whatever they needed to fix was here.

Baumann stepped to the side and said on the comms [O] Captain, these beings appear in distress and showed us where they say they sent the distress call from. It is closer to the interior of the sphere. They have also mentioned individuals falling into the singularity at the center, which they refer to as ‘The Pit’; and wars, mass mechanical failures, and some place called ‘The City’. They appear unaware of anything outside of the sphere. [O]

Baumann, AC

So far Rachel had been quiet but it was reaching the moment when she would ask about their injured. The fact that they had no idea that they lived in a Starship didn’t bode well for their technological prowess and their access to proper medical care. She studied the fruit carefully, considering grabbing a few samples ti take back to Bonaventure for further study. If Emergency rations could be made to taste better it may be worth it.

Dr. Grey - CMO

One of the ‘young’ from the family group had pulled away from the family grouping and had come up to Dr Grey and tugged on her jacket. By the look it may be a small female. Her left foot appeared warped as though from an accident and she favored her right leg when standing. She came up to Grey’s waist. “Fruit?” she asked.

Naomi’s face drained of all color. He eyes flipped from where Dal was pointing, back to Kenny and finally to her XO. She wanted to hiss a question, but her teeth clenched down her tongue. It wasn’t easy. If something went wrong, not just the satellite but Kenny and anyone with him could be sent hurtling toward the black hole. Lost forever. Her heart tensed at the thought as she shook her head free from them. She hoped the XO wasn’t willing to send her people on a suicidal mission to fix them.

-–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

“Oh no,” Dal said, his body suddenly tensing. Then he pointed. “Raiders. From the City. If they take it we die.” Two small lighted dots were moving across the blackness of ‘inner space’ toward them.
- Wookiee

T’Leia looked where he pointed and frowned. Raiders? She stared at the dots, “Locke! What are those?” She asked urgently pointing. She moved quickly toward the away team. “Everyone, stay here together.” She said wondering if she should have brought more security with them, or MACO’s.

Commander T’Leia