Incommunicado – Klingons on the starboard bow ... tbc ;) Part 3
by Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
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Once the Bajoran had regathered his tools from the various nooks and crannies into which they had fallen he set about his task of performing a full diagnostic of the deflector array and comparing the data to that he'd acquired from the Pollux. The readings were vastly different, which already pointed to a particular hypothesis, but on the other hand he couldn't be sure until he'd crunched the results fully. He continued collecting data and attempting to convert the logs over to a compatible format for his Federation technology - not the fastest process unfortunately given the tiny cramped space he was in.
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Finally, after about 20 minutes inside the Klingon prow, Relma emerged with a smile on his face. He tapped his commbadge and spoke clearly =/="Relma to Rex."=/=
=/="Rex here, what's the news?"=/=
=/="I've got some fairly interesting results here, Lieutenant. Including a residual resonance in the power grid. I think the source is the engines. Scans on the main deflector are negative though."=/=
=/="Interesting, Chief. Send over the scanning results if you don't mind, I'm currently still analyzing some data in the labs. Rex out."=/=
Having craned her neck in their direction, standing below the access ramp as they were, Valkris troubled herself to see the image.
"It looks like a tlhongaD that's been dead for three days, festering in the water as voles strip away at its flesh," she Growled. Valkris shifted a little further in, "Once they strip the carcass to the guts the wasps swarm in. The meat's good for nothing after that."
=^="Lash to Relma"=^=
The Bajoran stopped in his tracks and grimaced. =/="Yes, Crewman. Go ahead. Is this to do with the Klingon vessel?"=/=
=^="Yeah, I'm up on the hull. I went to scrape the waste hatch like you told me, and there's something up here. I think you'll want to see it yourself."=^=
=/="I'll be there in a few minutes, Crewman. Relma out."=/= He shook his head as he walked off down the corridor. The man's assessment of his desire to 'see it for himself' better have been accurate - otherwise Relma would be annoyed to say the least, which would only make matters worse for 'Lash'.
The Bajoran carried on down the corridor and reached a wall-mounted terminal. He put up his scans from the Klingon ship and the Pollux alongside one another. The warp engines showed an extremely similar pattern - though far worse on the Klingon ship than on the Pollux. The deflector arrays showed entirely different results - and none of which could be explained by the difference in technologies. He'd worked on the team looking for Starfleet defences to the Breen energy weapon in the Dominion War thus he knew the various intricacies of Klingon vs Starfleet deflector technology very well indeed. The Klingon array had been affected by the resonance build-up in the engines which then spread through the power-system, whereas the Pollux had suffered the majority of its damage to the deflector array whence the tayron beam had emanated. His theory was coming together more and more, but Lash's new evidence was going to have at least some effect there. He compiled the data, wrote a hasty set of notes about it and his theory regarding the tayron beam and the deflector being the reason for the differences between the two ships, and sent the data off to Rex. She would no doubt have a much better chance of working out exactly what it was they were up against.
When Relma arrived back, Lash handed him a tricorder, set to microscopic scan. "Take a look at the nacelles, the deflector dish and the subspace receiver."
The Bajoran did just as his subordinate suggested. "Yes, Crewman. The nacelles are showing as the source of the powergrid damage and resonances as their circuitry is the most disrupted. The subspace receiver appears to be a secondary source. The deflector ish I'm only reading some minor impact damage, not at all uncommon with these older Klingon deflectors."
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Without moving from her spot on the ramp Valkris drained the flask then held it in the air staring up the neck as though she thought its contents might miraculously be replenished douse her face with fresh blood wine. After a few seconds she lowered her arm and cast it to one side, abandoning it to clatter to silence a hundred meters away over the hangar bay floor.
"When will this disturbance cease?" she bellowed, "Must I come in there and teach you to do your own jobs?" The message she carried was urgent. It was still beyond her why Villiers had insisted that Valkris deal with scientists and spies before doing her duty.
Relma rolled his eyes at the woman's outburst and muttered to Lash "I hope Villiers shows up soon - otherwise I may have to throw her a crewman to tear limb from limb to keep her occupied.
Commander Villiers did not arrive at the scene but the science and engineering teams about the station began their long analysis of the dataflows provided by the Klingon vessel. They compared readings from the qul mI'wI' with those from other less fortunate vessels that had experienced the anomaly, working long into the night in the search for clues, answers and correlations.
It was almost three in the morning before Lieutenant JG Melia Krah, a betazoid exo-biologist saw the readings. Krah’s thought patterns were what a Vulcan would dismiss as illogical, but in her studies she had made astounding leaps of reason, even if she had to look back at her assumptions and justify her conclusions. Elbows resting on the edge of her console as the data scrolled before her eyes, a cup of blue root tea in easy reach Melia Krah made another such leap of reason, one that would catapult hor from obscurity to fame in the scientific community … how had they all missed it!?
Krah checked and checked again as her tea grew cold … could it wait?
“Computer, locate Commander Villiers,” she asked as with anxious haste Krah uploaded the data onto a padd, there wasn’t time for a report, she’d give that in person. The XO was notoriously cranky and Krah knew that this might backfire on her but she also knew that she had the answer.
“Commander Villiers is in her office,” was the reply.
Lieutenant Krah got to her feet and took a deep breath. That’s something, she thought, at least I’ll not have to wake her.
She walked with a fast pace, into the turbolift, then it picked up to almost a run as she emerged in Ops.
“Message for Commander Villiers that can’t wait until morning,” she said quickly to the duty officer.
“Its your head,” he replied and nodded the Lieutenant on her way.
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Karen had spent the best part of the evening getting reacquainted with Valkris, an undertaking that required more Blood Wine than Barleywater. Her head in a spin she had gone to her office to clear her head rather than make a futile bid for sleep.
Hearing the door chime Karen jolted upright in her chair, “Come in,” she said before staring with surprise at the dark eyed Lieutenant. As she listened to the theory and looked through the presented data, surprise became, doubt. Doubt, scepticism, then as the Lieutenant continued to demonstrate her case, Karen began to understand.
The report submitted to Starfleet Science detailed the following.
The lifeform discovered lives in subspace. We do not yet know where the species originate, other that they come from unexplored space beyond Deep Space Five,
The creatures (see Appendix A) – ostensibly a form of ‘insect’ are typically widely dispersed, congregating only to mate. Simulations suggest that the warp signatures of our engines closely resemble that of the stars in which they breed and have had the effect of drawing a swarm of these insects to Deep Space Five and to ships at warp in the vicinity.
We have made temporary adjustments to the phasing of our warp systems (see Appendix C). So far this has relieved the communication blackout that such a high concentration of the insects caused, and no ships having had the rephrasing have drawn the swarm to their nacelles.
Details of the rephrasing are being sent to all ships entering the region we know to be affected. Further study of the lifeform will be undertaken so that we can further understand their lifecycle and habits. There is no suggestion that the species is hostile.
And life on Deep Space Five returned to what passes for normal on that particular installation ...
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by Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
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| Title | Klingons on the starboard bow ... tbc ;) Part 3 | |
| Mission | Incommunicado | |
| Author(s) | Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin | |
| Posted | Sun Sep 16, 2012 @ 2:37pm | |
| Location | A Hanger Bay | |
| Timeline | SD58. 1130 hours |
Once the Bajoran had regathered his tools from the various nooks and crannies into which they had fallen he set about his task of performing a full diagnostic of the deflector array and comparing the data to that he'd acquired from the Pollux. The readings were vastly different, which already pointed to a particular hypothesis, but on the other hand he couldn't be sure until he'd crunched the results fully. He continued collecting data and attempting to convert the logs over to a compatible format for his Federation technology - not the fastest process unfortunately given the tiny cramped space he was in.
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Finally, after about 20 minutes inside the Klingon prow, Relma emerged with a smile on his face. He tapped his commbadge and spoke clearly =/="Relma to Rex."=/=
=/="Rex here, what's the news?"=/=
=/="I've got some fairly interesting results here, Lieutenant. Including a residual resonance in the power grid. I think the source is the engines. Scans on the main deflector are negative though."=/=
=/="Interesting, Chief. Send over the scanning results if you don't mind, I'm currently still analyzing some data in the labs. Rex out."=/=
Having craned her neck in their direction, standing below the access ramp as they were, Valkris troubled herself to see the image.
"It looks like a tlhongaD that's been dead for three days, festering in the water as voles strip away at its flesh," she Growled. Valkris shifted a little further in, "Once they strip the carcass to the guts the wasps swarm in. The meat's good for nothing after that."
=^="Lash to Relma"=^=
The Bajoran stopped in his tracks and grimaced. =/="Yes, Crewman. Go ahead. Is this to do with the Klingon vessel?"=/=
=^="Yeah, I'm up on the hull. I went to scrape the waste hatch like you told me, and there's something up here. I think you'll want to see it yourself."=^=
=/="I'll be there in a few minutes, Crewman. Relma out."=/= He shook his head as he walked off down the corridor. The man's assessment of his desire to 'see it for himself' better have been accurate - otherwise Relma would be annoyed to say the least, which would only make matters worse for 'Lash'.
The Bajoran carried on down the corridor and reached a wall-mounted terminal. He put up his scans from the Klingon ship and the Pollux alongside one another. The warp engines showed an extremely similar pattern - though far worse on the Klingon ship than on the Pollux. The deflector arrays showed entirely different results - and none of which could be explained by the difference in technologies. He'd worked on the team looking for Starfleet defences to the Breen energy weapon in the Dominion War thus he knew the various intricacies of Klingon vs Starfleet deflector technology very well indeed. The Klingon array had been affected by the resonance build-up in the engines which then spread through the power-system, whereas the Pollux had suffered the majority of its damage to the deflector array whence the tayron beam had emanated. His theory was coming together more and more, but Lash's new evidence was going to have at least some effect there. He compiled the data, wrote a hasty set of notes about it and his theory regarding the tayron beam and the deflector being the reason for the differences between the two ships, and sent the data off to Rex. She would no doubt have a much better chance of working out exactly what it was they were up against.
When Relma arrived back, Lash handed him a tricorder, set to microscopic scan. "Take a look at the nacelles, the deflector dish and the subspace receiver."
The Bajoran did just as his subordinate suggested. "Yes, Crewman. The nacelles are showing as the source of the powergrid damage and resonances as their circuitry is the most disrupted. The subspace receiver appears to be a secondary source. The deflector ish I'm only reading some minor impact damage, not at all uncommon with these older Klingon deflectors."
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Without moving from her spot on the ramp Valkris drained the flask then held it in the air staring up the neck as though she thought its contents might miraculously be replenished douse her face with fresh blood wine. After a few seconds she lowered her arm and cast it to one side, abandoning it to clatter to silence a hundred meters away over the hangar bay floor.
"When will this disturbance cease?" she bellowed, "Must I come in there and teach you to do your own jobs?" The message she carried was urgent. It was still beyond her why Villiers had insisted that Valkris deal with scientists and spies before doing her duty.
Relma rolled his eyes at the woman's outburst and muttered to Lash "I hope Villiers shows up soon - otherwise I may have to throw her a crewman to tear limb from limb to keep her occupied.
Commander Villiers did not arrive at the scene but the science and engineering teams about the station began their long analysis of the dataflows provided by the Klingon vessel. They compared readings from the qul mI'wI' with those from other less fortunate vessels that had experienced the anomaly, working long into the night in the search for clues, answers and correlations.
It was almost three in the morning before Lieutenant JG Melia Krah, a betazoid exo-biologist saw the readings. Krah’s thought patterns were what a Vulcan would dismiss as illogical, but in her studies she had made astounding leaps of reason, even if she had to look back at her assumptions and justify her conclusions. Elbows resting on the edge of her console as the data scrolled before her eyes, a cup of blue root tea in easy reach Melia Krah made another such leap of reason, one that would catapult hor from obscurity to fame in the scientific community … how had they all missed it!?
Krah checked and checked again as her tea grew cold … could it wait?
“Computer, locate Commander Villiers,” she asked as with anxious haste Krah uploaded the data onto a padd, there wasn’t time for a report, she’d give that in person. The XO was notoriously cranky and Krah knew that this might backfire on her but she also knew that she had the answer.
“Commander Villiers is in her office,” was the reply.
Lieutenant Krah got to her feet and took a deep breath. That’s something, she thought, at least I’ll not have to wake her.
She walked with a fast pace, into the turbolift, then it picked up to almost a run as she emerged in Ops.
“Message for Commander Villiers that can’t wait until morning,” she said quickly to the duty officer.
“Its your head,” he replied and nodded the Lieutenant on her way.
---
Karen had spent the best part of the evening getting reacquainted with Valkris, an undertaking that required more Blood Wine than Barleywater. Her head in a spin she had gone to her office to clear her head rather than make a futile bid for sleep.
Hearing the door chime Karen jolted upright in her chair, “Come in,” she said before staring with surprise at the dark eyed Lieutenant. As she listened to the theory and looked through the presented data, surprise became, doubt. Doubt, scepticism, then as the Lieutenant continued to demonstrate her case, Karen began to understand.
The report submitted to Starfleet Science detailed the following.
The lifeform discovered lives in subspace. We do not yet know where the species originate, other that they come from unexplored space beyond Deep Space Five,
The creatures (see Appendix A) – ostensibly a form of ‘insect’ are typically widely dispersed, congregating only to mate. Simulations suggest that the warp signatures of our engines closely resemble that of the stars in which they breed and have had the effect of drawing a swarm of these insects to Deep Space Five and to ships at warp in the vicinity.
We have made temporary adjustments to the phasing of our warp systems (see Appendix C). So far this has relieved the communication blackout that such a high concentration of the insects caused, and no ships having had the rephrasing have drawn the swarm to their nacelles.
Details of the rephrasing are being sent to all ships entering the region we know to be affected. Further study of the lifeform will be undertaken so that we can further understand their lifecycle and habits. There is no suggestion that the species is hostile.
And life on Deep Space Five returned to what passes for normal on that particular installation ...
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