Posted by Civilian Kara Nakuto (Engineer (Consultant Researcher - Yellow)) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3
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Quinn looked at Kara, then back to Bog, “As I said the Evil Overlord Hampton lookalike wants us all dead. If that’s not threatening enough what is?” She shook her head. “There’s information that was downloaded from the other Leviathan and there’s a team checking it out as well.”

• Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

Kara shrugged. Evidently the half-Klingon found little to be alarmed at in Kindle’s warning. Or perhaps today was just a good day to die.

“Describe this new Hampton to me, Yeoman. Remember your basic psychology from your training? Is the new Hampton and egocentric paranoid ass or a Narcissistic prick?” Bog was curious, was this actually a super powers time travailing Hampton or had the Orb created a simulacrum from a poorly understood model of Hampton.

Dr. Bog…

“Egocentric, Narcissist, there’s other words I would use but I think get the idea.” Quinn said keeping her tone more or less calm but she wanted to hurry this conversation along so she could get back and check on Cobb on the bridge. Rushing though might make them miss something so she was trying to force herself to be patient.

• Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

“He is a lot of unpleasant things but narcissistic doesn’t describe our Hampton. Either something has changed him or it’s not our Hampton.” Bog growled as he began looking at the data Kara was receiving. Could they saturate the anomaly with polarized cronaton particles perhaps?
Bog

“Agreed, Mr Bog,” Nakuto nodded slowly. “From the little experience I had with him, our Hampton might have been a rude, arrogant and egotistical petaQ. But he was no murderer.”

She glanced once again at the orb, then back down to the console, as if needing continual reassurance that their containment would hold.
“Chroniton particles?” she repeated, before fixing the Tellarite with a slightly alarmed expression. “They might cause the desired level of destabilisation to the orb-construct if we pitch them at the right frequency. But,” she cautioned, “we still know nothing of Hampton’s own temporal state. There is a possibility they could prove deadly to him as well.”

“ No, I will admit to wanting to kill him with my own hands at times, but no that is not an option I would sanction at this time. Our Hampton is broken, not evil.”

Leaning back against the console, the half-Klingon crossed her arms and allowed her gaze to travel from Bog to Kindle and back again. “We must first obtain measurements of Hampton’s own localised experience of time. Providing that time is a luxury still available in our own dimension?”

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

“ “Then why are you wasting time talking about it, Miss Nakuto? Your time could be better spent working!” The angry squeaking continues as he himself return to his cobbled together workspace of PADD, holo emitter and Tricorder.
Bog

Their situation was grave, of that there was no doubt. But even at the precipice of disaster, honour demanded due reverence and Nakuto could not allow the Tellarite to speak to her in such a manner without rejoin.

“And your time could be better spent cleaning plasma flasks in my laboratory with a toothbrush, little man,” she growled, stepping toe to toe with the engineer. “So I suggest that you stay irreverent lips and engage useful hands instead. Here,” she returned to the console. “I believe the ancient tenets of special relativity might offer us a solution. If we can emit a regular visual and audible pulse into Hampton’s dimension, then his own measurements of the pulse frequency might allow us to calculate any localised time dilation compared to our own frame of reference. Is the configuration of such a pulse within your limited skillset, Mr Bog?”

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

OOC: Pasting Cobb’s reply back in…

IC: As the three continued to talk, Kindle’s commbadge would burst to life with the anxious voice of the captain.
=^= Ah, this is the captain. I just need to inform you that we have three hours left. =^=

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

At Kara’s rejoinder, the squeezing of Bogs teeth suddenly stoped, looking up at the Klingon woman, the insolent look on his face faded to pleasure, even to one of mirth. “I do love Klingons, you understand the value of a good insult!”
The Captain’s voice seemed to break the mood, Bog spun back to his work station, looking at the work Nakuto had already done with communicating with Hampton, to try and find a frequency and modulation that would carry the needed audio visual data. “Perhaps a tachyon beam?” He mumbled to him self.

Bog

The half-Klingon nodded, although in truth the trading of insults had provided a welcome moment of levity in the otherwise tense atmosphere and she was not quite ready to let it go.
“A tachyon beam, yes. Very good, Mr Bog. Did you think that up all on your own or did you have to look it up?”

Still, it was indeed an excellent suggestion and as Nakuto waited for the Tellarite to complete his configurations, she decided to let Hampton in on their plan.

=^= Hampton, this is Nakuto. In a moment you should experience a regular pulsing, comprised of both a visual and audio component. That is, you will see a repeating flash of light and hear a repeating, digital beep. They should be synchronised to occur at the same time and with the same frequency. If you can obtain local measurements and submit them back to us then we should be able to determine the nature of time in your current location. =^=

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

“ I learned about tachyons from your dear mother, Miss Nakuto. Tho I may have to take off my shoes to do the calculations.” The fact that he wore no shoes made no difference. As he modified one of the graviton emoters to produce a tight beam modulated tachyon beam. “I think that should work, linking your console to my work station. Now.”
Bog enjoyed working with a competent officer who could exchange barbs so readily.
Bog

The computer sent back a few pulses and translated it. “I have no way to make measurement’s.”

Hampton

At Hampton’s reply, the half-Klingon’s nose wrinkled almost as deeply as her forehead.
“I thought your Chief was meant to be some kind of genius?” she shrugged towards Bog. “I can only assume that his time spent in the company of a Tellarite has dulled his wits to the incisiveness of a spoon. I have a good mind to leave him in that orb and use my own skills for something more worthwhile.”

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

“Perhaps I hit him to hard and jarred something loose, Miss Nakuto but if you don’t think you have the skills to crack this egg I will endeavor on my own.” Bog was considering if bombarding the egg with the outmoded M rays used to attempt spotting early Romulan cloaked might reveal anything.

Bog

Casela nodded. =^=Synthi-er to Bog. We’ve found some footage over here. Apparently you tried to send a tachyon beam into this orb and after an hour everything went dark. We are still analyzing to see what that was, a power drain or something else. But then the energy from the Orb was redirected to the navigational array. And then the thing imploded letting out demon Hampton. So don’t do that, okay. I’m sending the files to you to analyze. Durheim is still analyzing what’s left over here.=^=
File:
The security footage was intact. The away team watched as Bog and Durheim worked to analyze the orb. The two could be seen setting a tachyon pulse and firing it into the orb, where they appeared to be sending and receiving signals. This continued for about an hour until the whole room shook and went dark for a second, everything except for the orb, which continued to glow. When lights were restored, several minutes later, the room looked badly beaten up. Bulkheads were laying on the floor, conduits were ruptured. Durheim and Bog could be seen attempting to channel the orb’s energy into the navigational disk. They appeared to be successful, but then the orb imploded. The screen was blinding white for a moment. When the image was restored, Hampton was standing where the orb had been.

Even with the distance from the camera, the away team could see his grin. “Thank you Gentlemen.” He said with a smirk. Durheim was immediately ripped apart. Bog simply glared at Hampton, seemingly unphased by watching his comrade dismembered. When he charged the Chief Engineer, Hampton simply raised a fist, and the horrible sound of cracks could be heard as the Tellarite went down, choking on his own blood and groaning in pain. Hampton looked down at his fist. “Well, it is about time I get a say in what happens to this crew.” He said, stepping over Bog’s now limp body as he left the room. The feed did not pick anything up of interest until the away team entered.

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Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Nakuto’s eyebrows raised up to her ridges as she watched the relayed footage. Once the image of Bog’s grizzly death had faded from the screen, the half-Klingon turned to him and remarked “Ouch.”

But then almost immediately she was moving back over to the orb and its now dedicated terminal, scrolling through continual measurements on the anomaly’s condition.
“We have been coming at this from entirely the wrong angle, Mr Bog,” she roared after a moment. “We should not be looking to expand our interactions with this orb but rather remove them completely. Indeed, I suggest we remove all interactions between this thing and every atom of the outside world. Construct a technical sensory deprivation chamber, of sorts. Any ideas, Mr Bog?”

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

“Blow the back wall out of the chamber and remote a shuttle to pick the Gods rotted thing up. We can pick Hampton up after he has his temper tantrum .” Bog was only half kidding. How to modify the shuttles warp Field was already in his head.” We could use the warp coils to creat a stable sub space bubble. That would prevent it from interacting with normal space.” * and if we did the same to the Levi, perhaps god-Hampton would be contained as well*
Bog