Posted by Commander William Archer (First Officer / Nav Officer) in Main Sim: Bridge: Within the Expanse

Posted by Lieutenant Pawl Batario (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Bridge: Within the Expanse

Posted by Lieutenant Mykl Najjar (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Bridge: Within the Expanse
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Najjar continuerd monitoring Batario, shaking her head, but unaware of it. “The neural suppressor is actually working but something else is interferring.” Quickly, she replayed everything that had happened on the bridge since her arrival and tried to see if she’d missed something that could help. Forester! He’d had an idea. She looke up from where she squatted next to Paul and looked around at the bridge crew. “Does anyone here have a special connection with Batario? He needs an anchor, something or someone to hold him here. To help him fight. Anyone?”

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

Kastarak knew he had.

“Mr Archer, you are in charge. I will tend to Pawl.” Kastarak stepped down to Najjar and Batario.

Speaking to Najjar, he said firmly, “I have that connection. Tell me what to do, and I will do it.”

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

Looking at the CO, she hid her surprise. “Just hold onto him and speak to him. We want to establish an anchor here, want to keep him from getting too pulled in by whatever entity is connected to him. Your job is to help him focus on the ship, the crew and his duty. Until we see what the entitiess endgame is, we need to know that Paul is still on our side.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren
Doctor USS Athena

BUMP
Thanks for bumping. I am stuck until people get back from there awol status

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

OOC: Pawl, see my GM post above. The entity is interacting more with Pawl. :)

Will nodded at the Captain, before taking a seat in the centre chair. Part of him felt anxious; this was his first time taking command of a ship, aside from having a quiet night watch. At the same time, the other part of him felt at ease; his career had prepared him for moments like this. He punched up the status reports from all departments on the small console that was adjacent to the seat, and started to read through the reports as they came in.

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

Lt. Valharra had sat at his new post as the communications officer. He started looking over the systems and getting everything ready for when he would be needed. When the Cmdr Archer asked about the condition of the rest of the ship, he started reaching out to the departments and having them report in. “Checking now, Sir. They will be checking in soon.” He told the Commander.
Lt. Valharra, Communications Officer

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Will replied, looking toward Valharra. It was still day one, and whilst he was sure of Valharra’s name, he didn’t quite feel 100% confident he had it right; this crew seemed to have an above average number of Vulcans.

Lieutenant T’Sol came onto the bridge. “Sorry for my tardiness, commander. I had just gotten my check ins done. Permission to take my station and run scans, sir?” She asked.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer
USS Chernov

“Please, go ahead,” Will replied, motioning to the science terminal. “I want to know what it is we’re dealing with, and how we gain some form of advantage over it.” he stated to the Chief Science Officer.

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

She looked at him with a standard everyday vulcan look and then nodded. She would head her way to her station on the bridge and started to run scans of what they are dealing with. However, as she is new on board the Chernov, she did also look over everything that her predecessor and looked over the notes and everything else he had prior. She then started to look into what it is. “Commander, what exactly am I looking for exactly?” She asked Commander Archer.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer
USS Chernov

As Lieutenant T’Sol accessed the science station, the console came alive beneath her hands—not with the usual cascade of raw data, but with something already refined. Her predecessor’s logs were neatly indexed, cross-referenced… and recently accessed.

SCIENCE ARCHIVE — LAST ENTRY (FLAGGED):

“The field is not unstable. It is structured instability—layered, recursive. It adapts faster than we can model. Recommend pattern isolation over brute-force scanning.”

As she began her own scans, the live telemetry overlaid the archived data seamlessly—as though the system had been waiting for continuation rather than initiation.

ACTIVE SENSOR SWEEP:

• Subspace Field Density: Fluctuating in harmonic intervals
• Gravimetric Shear: Localized—moving in wavefronts
• Tachyon Flux: Periodic spikes—non-random spacing
• Spatial Phase Variance: Detected across multiple overlapping bands

On the viewscreen, the stars beyond the ship shimmered—not dramatically, but wrong in a way that resisted immediate explanation. Points of light bent, corrected, and bent again—as if reality itself was recalculating its own position.

Then—

T’Sol’s console shifted.

Not abruptly. Not as an alert.

A refinement.

A waveform resolved across her display—one that had not been present in her initial scan.

Clean.

Deliberate.

Repeating.

SCIENCE ALERT:

Pattern Identified — Non-Random Signal
Recursive Structure Confirmed
Source: Undetermined (Field Embedded)

The signal pulsed again—and this time, her console compensated before the spike fully registered, predictive algorithms engaging without being prompted.

Across the science feed, data began to align more cleanly—sensor returns resolving with unusual precision, projections stabilizing ahead of expected modeling cycles.

Not faster.

Anticipatory.

The archived notes continued to update in the margins of her display, cross-referencing her live data in real time:

Layer count unresolved—minimum three concurrent phase states observed.
Signal strength increases with active scanning.
Correlation between neural activity and waveform modulation—unconfirmed.

The low, almost imperceptible hum through the deck plating deepened slightly—subtle, but present enough to register on internal sensors.

On T’Sol’s console, the waveform shifted once more—

Not erratic.

Not unstable.

Adaptive.

As if her presence at the station—her analysis, her input—

Had just been added to the equation.

And whatever lay within the layered space surrounding the Chernov—

Was no longer passively existing.

It was responding.

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

T’Sol was looking at the concurrent data from what the source may have given her. It was rather unusual. As she looked at the receiving data from what could be some sort of ironic pulse, she had turned around and looked at the commander. “Commander. You may want to have a look at this.” T’Sol looked at him and back at her console. As she continued her scans and received more and more data from it. She had also noticed that the unknown entity was responding back to them.

Paul continued with his attempts at communication with the entity. Continuing with mental communication, along with picture-type communications slash telepathy, which was not an easy thing to do, but he attempted it as he lowered some of his barriers. He even used an empathic type of communication. Pawl attempted to continue note-taking. attempting to let the others know of the progress. He was really thinking of letting go of his anchors or his mental barriers.

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer
USS Chernov

OOC: So, I don’t know how to interpret this. Is Batario responding to Najjar’s treatment or not?

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

OOC: I’ll wait for Pawl to respond to Najjir before I post with him again.

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

John hated being so useless in this matter. He sat at his console, looking at the shield rotations if he did anything that could harm this entity, making contact. Pawl and the ship will be at risk. If not, then the entity can kill pawl are the worst part is that Pawl is letting it happen. He hasn’t had full control over his telepathic abilities, but this is going way beyond being an impath.

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

Pawl decided to keep his anchors in place where they were. Pawl felt the shift in the entity, and the nearby crew felt concerned. Pawl did not know if the entity would let him return to the world as he slowly attempted to withdraw. As soon as he did this, he did his best to be in both places at once. Pawl’s mouth opened into the real work briefly at first, but at first, nothing came out of it. A moment later, he was speaking softly.” I am trying to communicate with the entity differently. using pictures and imagery to possibly help the interaction.” He said softly. feeling a bit strained in his voice as the words came out a bit rougher than intended. Pawl was dealing with three tasks now: making notes, talking to the crew, and being less linked to the entity. “Thank you all for the worry and concern,” Pawl said sincerely. Pawl did his best to convey what he was getting from the entity. “I am not sure if the entity would let him leave or it wanted something more.” Pawl added. Pawl was getting tired more quickly now.

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

By this point, Will had moved across to T’Sol’s station, aware of Pawl, but remaining focus on running the bridge.

“What do we have, Lieutenant?” He asked, peering over the scan results.

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

She noticed that he walked over. “Sir, from what my calculations have told me whatever is outside or whatever it is, when I did my initial scan it started to respond. Not sure if it is tied to what is going on with Lieutenant Batatio or not. But something seems to work when my scans are being ran.” She started to explain. “It’s something I’ve never seen before but, whatever is communicating with him, seems to be communicating to us.” She added.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer
USS Chernov

At first—nothing changed. Pawl’s thoughts flowed outward as images and intent. Then the entity answered.

On the various consoles on the bridge various messages came up.

• SCIENCE: Psionic spike—response preceding stimulus
• MEDICAL: Neural surge beyond expected thresholds
• OPS: Sensor echo returning early

On T’Sol’s console, the data aligned ahead of Pawl’s thoughts—anticipating them. Patterns formed before he completed them. Inside the link, Pawl felt it: his thoughts weren’t just received. They were met. He formed an image, it completed it. He shifted and it adapted.

Not invasive, not forceful but definitely intimate. The entity traced the space where thought begins, finishing what he hadn’t yet fully formed. A shared construction. A shared understanding.

On the viewscreen, the Whispering Majesty mirrored him—its luminous tendrils shaping echoes of his thoughts.

• SCIENCE: Harmonics mimicking cognitive patterns
• ENGINEERING: External energy synced to Batario’s neural frequency
• SENSORS: Negative response latency

Then suddenly the intensity for Pawl faded.

• MEDICAL: Neural load decreasing
• MEDICAL: Controlled disengagement detected

The entity released him—gently. Like letting go of something fragile. Just before the link broke, Pawl felt one final impression: recognition then silence.

On the bridge, systems surged back to life.
• SENSORS: Psionic field collapse
• SCIENCE: Link terminated
• OPS: Entity moving away

On the viewscreen the Whispering Majesty drifted from the Chernov… and turned toward the derelict. It didn’t go around it but passed through it. The hull shimmered, phasing, revealing light within. Then it emerged. Not from space but from inside the ship.
Luminous tendrils slid through the hull like silk through water, casting gold light through the derelict’s skeletal frame. The ship had not been empty. It had been occupied.

• SENSORS: Entity fully external
• SCIENCE: Residual subspace saturation within derelict
• OPS: No structural breach detected

The final portion—its radiant core—slid free. And the derelict went dark. Completely before the entity drifted into open space once more—vast, silent, observing.

• SCIENCE: No active engagement
• SENSORS: Stable position
• MEDICAL: Batario returning to baseline

On the bridge, the realization settled in: this was not a passing phenomenon. It had been here.
Watching. Waiting. And now—it had chosen to be seen.

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

Mykl monitored Pawl through the spikes and then the eventual withdrawal of psionic stimuli. When the levels started to weaken, she sighed with relief. It had been very close. They could have lost him to brain damage if the spikes had continued. They would need to run a battery of tests on him to make sure he was totally functional at the level from before this event, but for now, she was just glad he was coming around.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

“Pawl!” Kastarak exclaimed. “How are you feeling? What can you tell us about the entity?”

Before Pawl could answer, he turned to Najjar.

“Doctor Najjar, will you take Mr Batario to Sickbay for monitoring?”

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

“Yes, Sir. We’ll need to run a few tests on him to make sure his neural processes are intact and without damage. Once we find that out, he might need some rest, but I don’t think he’ll be down very long.” They helped Pawl to his feet. “Lt Batario, do you think you can walk to sickbay?” If not, Mykl would order an inter-ship transport.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

Pawl was going to answewr the captains question but stopped.Since the captain was still speakin and did not wantto interupt. As he heard the doctors question. I should be able to walk doctor. He gave a soft smile. pawl quickly saved his work on his terminal that he was noting. the went with the doctor without complaint.

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

As Pawl left the bridge, Will turned around to the rest of the bridge crew. “I need a full status report,” he said with a slight sigh of relief. Whilst he hadn’t yet seen the report, his instinct told him that whatever had happened was over, for now, and hadn’t done any lasting damage. “And then we’ll try to piece together what just happened.” He finished, before turning to each of the bridge crew for their reports.

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

“Security systems and the modulating shield set up, still running smoothly, but i recommendwe release some more buoys so we know where to go” he said preparing the system for the next wave of Buoys. John was happy that Lt. Batario was doing better and back into the now.

Lt. John Forster (CWO)