Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Setting Out

Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Setting Out

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Bridge - Setting Out
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After a few minutes ahead came the last comm buoy marker laid by the Trudograd, it was in perfect normal shape, and operation as they came within 100 meters of it. Ahead their scans showed larger concentrations of a small methane, and helium gas clouds. They also showed a few small tiny 1-2ft bits of drifting rocks, ice particles, and such all which their deflector dish and systems pushed aside when they got somewhat close. The slightly bigger particles of gas concentrations passed by the Merrimack like wisps in the night. They were still faintly picking up the garbled broken Risan distress call but it was so degraded no chance of ID’s or words could be made out. Based on everything given before they were roughly within 1500-1800 meters of where it should originate from. Which meant whatever happened to the Trudograd happened not long after it had dropped this beacon and was closing in on the final 500 or so meters of the signal.

“Can you clean up that communication signal any more?” Glen asked the Comms Officer.

Lt. Pokorski returned to the Bridge from his break. “Please relieve Commander Andor at Navigation,” Captain Glen asked the navigator. He needed his new XO to be free to think, now that the complicated course changes had been made.

Lance had been a little surprised when the CSO had passed him his dirty assignment, or rather updated assignment. Lance had started his duty shift with the assumption he’d be cataloguing some of the biological samples the ships labs were behind with. Lance was happy with that sort of work, he could get lost in it for days looking for something new or out of the ordinary. However, the day had other plans. He’d been happily at his station when the updated orders came through, relive the Ensign at science on the bridge, Lance had groaned audibly, restoring in a few looks in his direction. The part of serving on a Starship he’d dragged the most. The bridge. He was happy in a nice safe lab, not the bridge with a target literally on his head. Not too mention it was full of non science types, people who didn’t appreciate the oddities of scientists.

Lance stepped out on to the bridge, it seemed to be a hive of activity, clearly he was arriving in the middle of something, which was either good or really bad. He found the Ensign at the science station. “The boss wants you back down in the labs.” Lance said passing the NE the duty orders “I’ve been sent to swap out with you.”

The Ensign smiled “Thanks, I’ll leave you my notes you’ll probably need them. I’ve checked with MABEL about the gas clouds and eddies, info is in that window, but she found nothing significant, but we are seeing some energy fluctuations with a 20% loss around the eddies you’re going to want to keep watching that.” The Ensign gave up the station to Lance.

Lance wasn’t sure but he was sure the Ensign looked relieved to be heading off the bridge. “Lance looked over the NE’s notes. They were good, concise and showing so many unanswered questions.” Lance pulled his own preferred method of note talking from his jacket pocket, a very battered not pad a chewed pencil. He scribbled thoughts and questions. He wasn’t a fan of astral phenomenon, he tapped his pencil as he looked at what had already been noted, before sticking the pencil behind his ear and checking MABEL’s data base on non space phenomenon that behaviour in this was, animal, plant or other.

Glen had previously made a point to get to know every single one of his crew, but there had been a number of personnel changes made at DS - K5 and he hadn’t been able to do that yet. Which meant that he could put nothing more than a face and a name to the Lieutenant who was taking over from NE Collins at the Science station.

“Welcome to the Bridge, Lieutenant Malone,” the Captain told him. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had a chance to speak together yet. Has NE Collins brought you up to speed on the situation? We’ve also just been discussing whether the energy losses are due to something natural or whether there is a hidden or cloaked ship out there somewhere.”

This gave Captain Glen an idea. If there was a Risan ship out there, or the USS Trudoguard, or some mysterious cloaked vessel, then he might be able to raise them with a call. What he did not want to do, was to enter into some kind of ship graveyard and get stranded there themselves.

Glen told the Communications Officer, “Open a channel. Hailing frequencies.” =/\= To unidentified vessel. This is John T Glen of the USS Merrimack. We are on a peaceful mission. We mean no harm to you or any life-forms. Please communicate with us. We come seeking only friendship and to demonstrate goodwill. We have no wish to trespass. =/\= “Well, that has to be worth a try!”

‘’I guess so ‘’ Cross chirped in ‘’Couldn’t have done it more notable myself ‘’ .
The CMO was on the bridge more out of curiosity then anything else ,though now she felt on edge more then ever.

Max had a line open with the speaking which was going on with the crew on the bridge. He was curious of what was going to happen with the request of the captain. He believed it was the right direction but was still a little nervous about what might come from it. He had his hands over the shields if anything was needed or to keep track of what was going on. He also had his sensors on full alert in engineering to keep an eye out on everything. He was always prepared for the worst.

“What do you think Commander?” Captain Glen asked his new Number One, now standing at his side. It was a pity the Merrimack didn’t have a seat for the XO. It explained why his old XO, Kord, had spent years standing on the Bridge. maybe he would ask Max Mullins to retrofit an XO’s Chair.

• Glen, CO

Attempts to clean up the signal were mostly fruitless, the transmitter where ever it lay ahead was just to low powered to put out much other then static. They could confirm it was for sure Risan in origin, it matched curiously with only those transmitters used by sublight in-system support ships for Risan colonies, and they could confirm it was of a currently used frequency band used for distress calls. So it wasn’t something say from the past or future etc, nor did it seem to be something alien or disguised, unless some foreign entity got their hands on such a transmitter, not impossible but odd such would be used in this way.

When Glen would finish his transmission there was silence in response to it. After two minutes though the comms NE spoke up, “..Sir? No response to your hailing on any frequency. However, I did notice a brief pause then resend of the Risan signal which may indicate if there is a ship in distress it can hear us but cant respond normally or adjust the distress transmitter oher then off/on likely indicating low power and/or damage to it..” he said.

Then just as the NE spoke out of one of the thicker nebula clouds nearby a shape slowly drifted tumbling into view, it was the rear port quarter chunk of a Federation styled nacelle housing with a small fragment of a warp coil still flickering! Scans would quickly ID it as a match for the Trudograd and further reinforced by the last bit of the NCC number matching it with 37.

GM CockRoach

Cross raised a hand over her mouth muttering something in her native language then turned to Glen ‘’Captain the crew ‘’ it was not a question but rather a remark of the events, concerning the scenario analysis dissection............ the words simple came out .

Cross CMO.

=/\= Chief Medical officer you are needed in sickbay .A male from the Trudograd has just materialized in sickbay, he’s condition is critical ,in his hand we found a computer chip,I.D and DNA samples . A technician is on his way to bridge with it ..Cross acknowledge =/\= .

=/\= On my way Cross out =/\= as she ran towards the lift the doctor told Glen ‘’Captain I shall keep you informed ‘’ as the lift door opened, a crew man walked out and headed straight to the Captain ‘’Sir ‘’ the technician gave him what the man from the destroyed ship had been clutching in his hand .

Cross CMO.

OOC: Gonna cross post this again to the right thread bit......

GM CockRoach