Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (Gamemaster) in Sickbay

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Sickbay
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“Yea, they just looked like humanoids, although not necessarily human. There was a sort of haze around them that made it look blurry. I just thought I had a concussion. Stuff like that some times happens to telepaths, as the mind project an image over the corporeal self. It’s can be a glow… the hippies call it an aura.”

Ensign Random paused. “Actually I ‘saw’ three or four people like that on the way down. One… just walked through a wall. Like I said I thought I was had a concussion… is it something different.”

Ensign Random
GM

Ryley occupied himself with his tricorder and raised his eyebrows. “Great…hippy auras.” He handed his tricorder wordlessly over to the XO.

Ryley
MD

Jen’s antennae shifted as though they might pick up something of this ‘aura’, taking the tricorder almost absently. It was not a new thing per se for non corporeal life forms to be around. Metrons. Q. Sargon to name a few. Though with the situation and what the ensign was saying perhaps they have a body and all she was picking up was the aura. “When you see one next, do you think you can try to get its attention?” He knew that could be dangerous. Though if they were hostile they would have acted already when they had the advantage. These ‘auras’ did not appear to be as distressed as they were here.
- Jen

Ryley considered. “Is it possible do you think to create a way of tracing these auras. Even if the things the,selves are gone.Like an old earth style UV black light ?”

Ryley
MD

Admittedly Jen had no idea what Ryley was saying about a black light, however he did get the idea. “Let’s try it,” he said. It was certainly worth a shot.
- Jen

There was a growing glow in the middle of the sick bay. The injured ensign pointed at the glow, “Can you see that… cause that aura is something crazy.?”

“I see it,” he said, antennae leaning into the glow even as he seemed to lean forward as he tried to sense what was happening.

This image firmed up, then flashed and became more solid… =^=C@@ you hear @@. W@ @re t@2 Ch@#ira…=^=

GM

Jen had tingles go through him. Even through the static he sensed what the static did not tell. =^= We can hear you =^= He said, immediately setting the tricorder to record. =^= Commander th’Jir here. Report. =^= He nearly barked that order, his tone back to the trenches in a combat situation. Which is what he suddenly felt this situation to be. And he needed the .. image .. to know to not chit chat.
- Jen

Ryley raised both eyebrows and stood watching, with little else to do he simply picked up another tricorder and aimed it at the light and sound to see if he could get another reading.

Ryley
MD

The tricorders revealed a more focused quantum flux. Much like the one detected in the marine barracks, the crew lounge and not ten minutes ago when the injured ensign mentioned the hippy auras. The ship also radiated a quantum flux when she was at work…

“Fo@#s the d@mn fi#ld…=^= there was a brief flash of light again… this time with a burst of wind from the pressure of a bubble opening in sickbay. The figure almost stepped out of the darkness as she phased more into view. The image/person seemed to be of their former engineer Heather Argeneau, her uniform was more than a little different, but pretty clearly a Federation style, the insignia wasn’t that of Lieutenant but likely a Commander…

=^= Lieutenant Commander Ryley? Captain Garinder’Jen th’Jir?=^= She paused… =^=I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.=^= She looked sadly at Garinder’Jen th’Jir. =^=As you might have figured we are a parallel universe Chimera. Best we can figure, we literally and improbably crossed identical points in subspace at the exact same time. We were quantum-ly attached via our warp fields… but our universes operate at different frequencies and that’s leading to the crushing pressures as the universes vibrate apart and our fields try to keep us together.=^=

Commander Heather Argeneau
Alleged Alternate Chimera
GM

Jen glossed over the ‘Captain’. Been there done that in his rise in ranks in the Marines. Still he preferred Colonel. Of course this could be a ‘trap’ of some kind however he had no reason to suspect one. They were hours away from being crushed. Anything hostile would simply have let the counter tick down. Physics was not his strong point. He had a greater sneaky sense than physics however he did understand what she was saying. He glanced at Ryley. They hadn’t figured that specifically, though they had considered some kind of collision with another ship. He nodded as she said that.

He thought quickly. =^= How are your people? =-^= he asked. It was irrelevant in the short run, however any officer had a care to their people. And these, in a way, were the same people. =^= What if we attempt to synch frequencies through our respective warp fields? Momentarily be aligned though with the universal difference allow us to continue on? =^= This was as bad as time travel.

Turning to the doctor he said, “Open a comms link to the chief engineer. He needs to weigh in on this.”
- Jen

=^=We took some losses…=^= The pause was telling. =^=Right now I’m in command.=^= She looked around… =^=You seem to be in better shape than us. I hope the losses haven’t been so bad for you. I figured out the mirror universe thing via my telepathy and engineering knowledge.=^=

=^= We did come to a rather .. abrupt halt =^= he replied with a slight curl of his lips to a smile. Comparing casualties was not like comparing scars from one’s missions. One might be forgotten or looked at fondly. The other, casualties under one’s command, was simply never forgotten.

She exhaled, =^= the problem is we are now linked by our warp fields and if we drop it, we get crushed by yours. If you drop yours - you get crushed by us… even if we drop them at same time, a millisecond of difference could be devastating for the one that was slower. Our shields were down when this happened our exterior decks were crushed I’m pretty sure we can’t handle even a millisecond of error. Could you?=^=

=^= We have determined that as well. Even a ship fully intact could not handle a second of the sudden crushing pressure. We also know that the pressure is increasing and we have mere hours before it happens whether we try something or not. =^= He had a thought. =^= What if we could connect our computer to yours? The command to lower the shields would be by the same system at the same time. =^= The ‘how’ to do that would be for the engineers and scientists to fathom. He was only spouting what he could think of.

=^=Our computer has been squirrelly every since the sudden stop. I trust it but only so far.=^=

=^= Ours is intact, however insular. We have only just gained access to the computer core to find out what has happened with any certainty. =^=- That was a stretch of the truth. The computer said so much and they filled in the blanks with a fair bit of intuition involved.

=^= Have you ever heard of the prisoners dilemma, Captain? =^=

Commander Heather Argeneau
Alleged Alternate Chimera
GM

=^= No, I haven’t =^= he replied, expecting an answer.
Jen

Argeneau paused, =^=The prisoner’s dilemma is a paradox in decision analysis in which two individuals acting in their own self-interests do not produce the optimal outcome. In our case, I could tell you a time to shut off your shields… and we could, on purpose shut ours of a fraction of second later… definitely saving us and likely destroying you… You of course could do the same… as opposed to taking the real risk of trusting each other… our computers… and our damaged ships to turn off everything at the exact same moment. Prisoners Dilemma. =^=

Commander Heather Argeneau
Alleged Alternate Chimera
GM

Jen took this in. He wondered whether he had survived on the other side. Or what he was like there and if what he was going to say was going to be accepted. =^= Then it is fortunate that we are not prisoners, Commander. I liken us more to being in the same foxhole together under enemy fire. Right now I’m not seeing any grenades for either of us to sacrifice ourselves on. =^= He allowed a small smile. =^= Inasmuch as all beings are imperfect the hallmark of Starfleet is trust in the one working next to you. And you yourself have just shown yourself in that same mind. Were you considering self interest you would not have brought up the Prisoner’s Dilemma but simply sacrificed us on the altar of convenience. =^= He stepped closer to her. =^= Our options and time are limited. Much is at stake. That is what makes the challenge real. Let’s do this. =^= He held out his hand in an offer to shake.

Yes part of him wondered if he was making a deal with the devil, however, he would have hoped for input from the others. =^= What do you need from us to make this happen and to keep this portal open when it is needed? =^= How was he going to convey this to the Captain? was another thing going through his mind.
- Jen

As if her Betazoid ears were burning, the compact frame of the aforementioned captain stood in Sickbay’s doors, resting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the room, trying to find the object of her desire. Having not gotten anywhere in the shuttle bay, she had made her way there, hoping to sync up with her first officer again to plan the next phase. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the female form speaking to him, quickly placing the facial features as a former member of the crew. Her hands dropped by her sides as she strode over to them.

“What’s going on, Commander?” she demanded.

Jacobs, CO