Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rynak ch’Sorel (Helmsman) in Main Sim: Bridge

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Bridge
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Once his work has been determined by that protocol, the 21 year old officer stepped back from helm to catch a breather of his own. Perhaps get a glass of water and sit down to clear his own mind from all noises which had once proven to be overwhelming. He was used to work under pressure after having spent three years working as a pilot in training for the Merrimack. The mentor before him had stepped aside and let the young Canidin step up.

“Do it.” Rynak spoke before turning to the ensign with a slight nod of his head, pelt shaken to the side hoping the tight muscles around his shoulders and back would eventually loosen due to the tension while they had remained hard at work. He wasn’t too sure what other input he could provide necessarily beside geographical coordinates.

But there was one advantage to the young helmsman’s training. His sense of direction and a nose that had never betrayed him before. ch’Sorel came back around the helm before eventually sitting down on his chair, tail tightly curled around his body. In a way childish but it had become a source for comfort for the Canidin.

Lieutenant JG. Rynak ch’Sorel
Helm Officer
U.S.S. Merrimack - NCC-2346 (Mariner Class)

The coordinated analysis continued across the Merrimack as each department attacked the harmonic network from a different direction.

In Engineering, Ensign Talia Mercer completed the independent calibration requested by the bridge. She ran the incoming harmonic data through secondary sensor channels before comparing it against diagnostic readings from the ship’s power distribution, impulse systems, warp machinery, hull structure, and communications equipment.

=^= Engineering to Bridge. Calibration complete. We’re detecting minor resonance through the hull and sensor housings, but nothing sufficient to account for the harmonic patterns you’re receiving. More importantly, the same relationships remain when we compensate for Merrimack-generated interference. Whatever we’re detecting is external to the ship. =^=

At Science, Ensign Mara Venn incorporated Engineering’s corrections into the developing model. The seven identified nodes remained intact, as did the pathways connecting them.

=^= Venn to Bridge. Engineering’s calibration actually strengthens our confidence in the model. The nodes aren’t sensor ghosts, and the intersections Lieutenant ch’Sorel identified remain consistent after compensation. =^=

Ward leaned closer to her Communications console as MAJEL reapplied the linguistic analysis. “Interesting.”

Several of the sequences associated with individual nodes repeated, but their arrangement changed depending upon which pathways intersected.

“These aren’t seven transmitters broadcasting the same message,” Ward said. “Each node appears to contribute something different. When their harmonics overlap, the combined pattern becomes more complex.”

She instructed MAJEL to isolate several intersections before opening the departmental channel.

=^= Ward to Science and Engineering. I’m beginning to think we’re listening to pieces of a conversation rather than individual transmissions. Science, identify which intersections produce the greatest increase in harmonic complexity. Engineering, keep monitoring for any physical changes aboard Merrimack when those intersections occur. =^=

MAJEL continued plotting the growing web across the main viewer. Seven nodes remained visible, connected by pathways that stretched well beyond Vey’lan and into the surrounding region.

Whatever the Shiarians had created—or learned to communicate through—was not confined to the crystalline city.

The Merrimack was beginning to see the edges of a much larger network.

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

Seeing just how far, beyond Merrimack’s sensors were able to track those soundwaves had surprised the 21 year old Canidin. In order to investigate further, rather than remaining confined to that docking port in which they had landed would require permission from their captain to launch a shuttle. Some of that information would need fieldwork research before all pieces to the puzzle could be assembled. There were layers to this song, each of them correlated to a different message. Some of them flashing red and blue, while some others wore the command division. Dressed in gold the same way he was. Engineering, Operations, Science and Command had come together in order to solve an ancient mystery.

“Perhaps if we were to launch one of the shuttles, more detailed scans could provide precise information for MAJEL’s algorithm to understand.” Rynak interjected through all three ensigns talking through internal communication channels. His head tilted toward one side while looking at the screen, just like an onion the complicity layers were certainly there. But there was something that all of them had failed to see. Perhaps communicating with those who stood on the planetside could provide further clues in understanding what this harmonic network was trying to show them. The canidin remained certainly lost on what route to take next, finally standing up and heading towards the back of the bridge where the communication bay was mounted on the wall. =/\= “Captain, this is the bridge.” =/\= he stated. =/\= “We require assistance with a set of localized harmonics near Merrimack’s docking bay.” =/\=_

White claws tapped against the bulkhead for a couple instances, keeping his eyes glued on one of the screens from which he could barely read any data. His tail flicking from one side to the other, attempting to maintain his composure while waiting for a response that could bring any new evidence to the table. He had been the only member who had made the decision to remain behind and monitor shipwide functions. Given his rank as a junior officer, there were multiple pieces from the vessel’s database which Rynak could not access. Providing them with limited decoding algorithms. For many, one could say Canidins matured so much slower than other Federation allied humanoid species. Making his patience appear to be that from an early teenager.

Lieutenant JG. Rynak ch’Sorel
Helm Officer
U.S.S. Merrimack - NCC-2346 (Mariner Class)

OOC: Pasting your Comm call to the Captain in the other thread:)

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare