Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Stella Gagnon (Communications Officer) in Main Sim: Bridge

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Stella Gagnon (Communications Officer) in Mission time. Bridge
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While many might have been upset at being left Stella was not one of those people. She had a terrible experience on her last such foray. Being stuck in a camp full of dirty

 miners was not her idea of fun. She much preferred staying here at her comms station. While she would eagerly accept any order or request of her, she loved her job.

Stella Gagnon Lt, jg. Comms

With the senior officers and away team departed, the bridge settled into a quieter rhythm. The tension of anticipation gave way to disciplined vigilance as those remaining turned their attention toward supporting the mission from orbit.

At the Operations console, Ensign Daniel Corwin brought up a dedicated tactical overlay of Vey’lan. Multiple telemetry windows tracked the away team’s combadge signals, environmental conditions, and biosigns, each represented by a steadily moving icon as they advanced deeper into the city.

His fingers moved confidently across the LCARS interface.

“Away team telemetry is solid,” he reported. “I’m maintaining continuous lock on all communicators. Biosigns are stable across the board, and we’ve established a predictive movement map based on their current heading.”

Another display updated with a series of green status indicators.

“I’m also recording localized environmental data from their commbadge telemetry. If they encounter any changes in atmospheric composition, radiation levels, or unusual energy signatures, we’ll see it here almost immediately.”

Corwin glanced toward Lieutenant Gagnon’s communications station.

“Lieutenant, I’ve routed the away team’s telemetry feed through your console as well. Any fluctuation in communications signal strength or subspace interference should correlate directly with my tracking data.”

On the main viewscreen, a rotating three-dimensional projection of Vey’lan continued to update as sensor information was refined. A series of pulsing markers traced the landing party’s progress through the city, while the Merrimack’s orbital sensors quietly searched for any changes in the surrounding environment.

For the moment, everything remained calm.

The bridge’s job now was simple: Watch, record and be ready.

Ensign Daniel Corwin Ops

Stella smiled and nodded her head at Corwin as the data came up on one of her screens. ” Yes, let’s just hope that our friends continue to let the signals to continue.

Stella then pressed a few buttons and smiled. She said to Corwin. But for luck and those on the rest of the ship. She then played ship wide the Ride of the Valkyries.

Stella Gagnon Lt.jg. Comms

The opening strains of Ride of the Valkyries echoed through the Merrimack’s corridors, drawing more than a few amused smiles from officers throughout the ship. On the bridge, Ensign Daniel Corwin allowed himself the briefest grin before returning his full attention to the Operations console.

His display continued updating in real time.

A line of blue markers traced the away team’s route from the docking platform into the crystalline city. Each combadge signal remained strong, while biometric telemetry scrolled steadily alongside.

“Lieutenant,” Corwin reported, glancing toward Stella, “the away team has cleared the docking platform and is proceeding along the illuminated pathway we identified from orbit.”

He expanded the map, revealing the route extending deeper into Vey’lan.

“They’re moving at a measured pace. No deviations from the projected course. All communicators remain locked, and sensor telemetry is updating every few seconds.”

Another series of readings appeared.

“Atmospheric conditions around the team remain unchanged. Radiation, electromagnetic activity, and ambient energy levels are all within previously established tolerances.”

Corwin frowned ever so slightly as another graph settled onto his display.

“One interesting development, though. The city’s harmonic field appears to be responding to their movement. The energy intensity increases several meters ahead of the team and gradually diminishes behind them. It’s almost as though the pathway is… anticipating where they’re going.”

He tapped a control, forwarding the data to Stella’s console.

“I’ve synchronized the predictive model with your communications feed. If the harmonic field begins affecting subspace transmissions, you’ll have several seconds’ warning before we experience any noticeable degradation.”

The three-dimensional map on the main viewscreen updated once more, the away team’s icons steadily progressing along the glowing route while the Merrimack maintained its silent vigil overhead.

“So far,” Corwin concluded, “we have continuous telemetry, excellent communications, and no indication that our hosts intend to interfere with our tracking.” His hands settled lightly on the console. “I’ll notify you immediately if that changes.”

Ensign Daniel Corwin
Operations Officer
USS Merrimack

By this time Stella was growing quite tired of the harmonics. Sure, they might sound good in music and maybe they were somehow very important to their new friends, >but they seemed to permeate everything. They seemed to be needed for everything everywhere. She bit her lip and knit her brow in thought. ” I don’t like it Mister Corwin. >I don’t like it a bit. I think we should be measuring these harmonics better than we are. Could you get hold of someone in medical and give them your present data? I know >I’m probably being nervous Nellie, but I want to make sure that our medical people know what’s going on since some levels of harmonics can be harmful. I’d rather be safe >than sorry.”

Stella Gagnon Lt.jg. Comms

Ensign Daniel Corwin looked up from his Operations console as Lieutenant Gagnon spoke. He had been watching the harmonic telemetry scroll steadily across his display for the better part of the last several minutes. The numbers remained remarkably consistent, but consistency alone did little to reassure him.

He shared Stella’s concern.

The city’s harmonics weren’t simply ambient sounds. They permeated the atmosphere, the crystalline structures, and even the subspace fluctuations surrounding Vey’lan. It was unlike anything he’d encountered in his Starfleet training.

“Good thinking, Lieutenant,” he replied with a nod. “Even if they’re harmless, Medical should have the data.”

His fingers moved swiftly across the LCARS interface, compiling the latest acoustic analyses, frequency spectrums, and environmental telemetry into a compressed medical data packet. He added a comparison against known Federation occupational exposure standards before transmitting the file.

Tapping his combadge, he spoke clearly.

=^= “Bridge to Sickbay. Ensign Corwin. Transmitting current environmental harmonic telemetry from Vey’lan. Lieutenant Gagnon has requested Medical review the data for any potential physiological or neurological concerns resulting from prolonged exposure. Preliminary Operations analysis shows no immediate hazards, but we’d appreciate an independent medical assessment. Corwin out.” =^=

As the transmission completed, Corwin expanded another display, layering the harmonic frequencies over the ship’s internal sensor logs. His brow furrowed slightly.

“So far,” he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else, “the harmonics are remarkably stable… almost too stable.”

He continued monitoring the incoming data, determined to catch even the slightest deviation before it became a problem.

Ensign Daniel Corwin
Operations Officer
USS Merrimack