Posted by Commander Jean Francios Millet (XO/Comms) in MAIN SIM pt 1: Intriguing Nebula - Bridge

Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in MAIN SIM pt 1: Intriguing Nebula - Bridge

Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in MAIN SIM pt 1: Intriguing Nebula - Bridge
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Warp 3.5 for a couple weeks. That had been the direction they had been given as one of three choices after the refit. So here they were, about 4 hours out from where they could start getting readings. Ari was in the Ready Room looking over what little information she had.

Captain Arialla Bovar
CO

OOC: Just splitting this into the bridge thread taking place just a little later!

IC: Hours passed on the bridge without much incident, though it was possible the nebula was having an effect on sensors. With an hour to go until reaching a better range a sensor ghost of the Bonaventure registered several thousand kilometres off the port bow of the ship. With only half an hour to go there was a minor disruption in the comm array, the backup universal translation matrix interface module overloaded in a shower of sparks at the comm station. The main system, however, remained online.

Once within higher resolution range of the nebula further confirmation of Star-Fleet’s findings were found. The bright-glowing magenta nebula was mostly hydrogen and helium, fairly typical, and had a somewhat higher concentration of magnesium and potassium, though that was hardly unusual. What was unusual was the luminosity, heat and other radiations, and from up close it also appeared to be sending out gravitmetric distortions, all signs that it was expending much more energy than it is expected to have on hand. The distortions were proving to be a downside to the sensors, they could only penetrate the nebula to a depth of 200,000 kilometres, barely enough to scratch the surface.

Some of the waves were also affecting the communications system. As the ship got closer some of those episodes of light turbulence were accompanied by the communications panel registering three or four incoming subspace or simple radio channels, but they disappeared just as quickly as the distortions passed and each seemed to come in on random bands.

Nebula J218 was turbulent, but the ship could safely withstand the condition of what parts for weeks and even longer if the hull was polarized.

GM Roadrunner

The fist anomalous reading wasn’t much to get anyone’s attention, though it was most assuredly recorded. When sparks erupted from the Comm station. The Captain was notified. Having dozed off in the Ready Room, she came to the bridge to see engineering already at work making sure comm was repaired as swiftly as possible. “REPORT!” She called out.

The following were reported to her from the various stations…
Anomalous phantom “Bonnie” off the port bow an hour ago
Comm overload and universal translator matrix overloaded just now
Some communication fluxes were also happening

She made a ship wide announcement they were thirty minutes out from the nebula and asked all stations to report in.

(insert engineering, security, medical and science check ins)

As they approached the nebula and turbulences increased, she called for hull polarization and tapped the comm on her chair. [O] XO and Intel to the bridge[O] As she finished and awaited the answers, she settled back in her chair and pulled the console around to face her to watch the readings. “Ok, let’s see who or what is out there. Let’s try and clear that comm traffic up. Comm, send a message of arrival both into the nebula as well as back towards Earth. Let’s make sure we aren’t gonna be bouncing our own signals off the vapors, shall we?”

Ari
CO

“Belay that please, Comms.” said a heavy German accent. Baumann came to the comm station and said softly “Monitor and record any anomalous communications, try and isolate source or sources, but do not respond until the Captain says to, and then only with what the Captain says, understood?” He then looked at the Captain and said “My apologies, Captain. But there are some possible interested parties in the area that we do not want to announce our presence to. I am available for discussion in private, if you like.” and he gestured to the side of the bridge.

Baumann, Intel

OOC: Fixing typos.

Ari turned at the belay that and eyed Baumann curiously. Nodding to the confused NE Ensign on the Comms as he looked up, she looked back at the Intel Commander.

“Please…” she rose up to head for the ready room. “NE Lieutenant Commander Ambers, you have the bridge.” She headed for the room, leaned on the edge of the table inside and waited for Baumann to enter and close the door. She wasn’t even slightly upset. The look, familiar to him, that was in her eyes, was curiosity. Like breathing to her, curiosity is what drove her. And his reaction was intriguing, indeed!

Ari
CO

Baumann waited for the door to close and then said “Perhaps the XO should be a part of this? The possibilities have the potential to effect the whole crew.” he said flatly.

Baumann, Intel

“Then it’s probably a good idea,” she pushed off the table and opened the door. “Amber’s, please send the XO in when he gets here.” She waited for the acknowledgment and closed the door again.

“Is this something involved I need to send for drinks?” She stopped once more at the table and leaned on it once more. “So I take it this has something to do with that information you recieved with the orders?”

Ari
CO

“It does. And that information will continue to do so going forward. Perhaps, once we are done here and you decide our next goal, a brief meeting with and the XO would be in order.” he said flatly.

Baumann, Intel

She frowned slightly then took a deep breath. Business, not personal she reminded herself. Inclining her head with a slight smile, she moved around the table to her customary seat. “As you wish.” She then tapped a button on the console and released it. It would send a message to the mess to bring the drink tray to the ready room. Tea, juice, water and the Commander’s coffee would be present.

“Might as well get comfortable, Wolf. Millet might be a minute.” She nodded to the chair on her right, the left usually being the XO’s seat.

Ari
CO

Millet came in with toilet paper stuck to his shoe. “Sorry I’m late Captain. How are you both doing?”

Commander Jean-Francois Millet XO

Siiting at an angle as he was, Baumann nodded and noticed the paper. Without drawing attention, he stepped on the debris as the XO passed to sit, allowing it to pull free and stay on the floor. He adjusted back slightly and then said “Now that we are all here, I will state that the information I am about to share is classified and on a need to know basis only. Now then…” and he looked back and forth to both officers.

“What do you know of the Eugenic’s War?”

Baumann, Intel