Unity – "Timed" arrival (Backpost)
by Lieutenant JG Petro & Commander Karen Villiers
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The shuttlecraft Loki glided through hyperspace at Warp 3.6 with it's two occupants. Halderon Ziggler had watched as the pilot picked up passengers from Earth, brought them to Mars Colony, picked up more passengers and shuttled them to various locations in sector 001. He counted a total of seven hundred and fifty six passengers in total between all the coming and goings. Most were there for very short trips and nearly all of them were preoccupied with their destination and the work that they needed to get done. A few were going on vacation and spent the last moments closing up loose ends.
Hal stood and stretched. For him it had already been a long trip. Leaving Earth before the finality of the Badmitton Event was a tad disappointing but what was is and what is was. Carefully he made his way up to the Pilots section, passing by the empty seats as he went. From time to time he would remember a specific face of a person that had occupied the chair or remember someone doing something. No one was ever there long enough to even get a name from. After a while he simply counted the number of travelers.
"Seems almost lonely when everyone's gone." He said, taking a seat in the empty chair next to the pilot.
"Its the way I like it," Stuart said, "You can get in touch with yersel' without all the distraction. Once you're out here there's not much to flyin' a ship."
"Yersel?" Hal asked, then realised what he meant. "Ah, yes. A self analysis is rarely done thoroughly by those who keep themselves busy in the midst of others." He leaned back in the seat, glad that the man was comfortable. Of course he didn't know what Hal did for a living either. "So, what have you discovered about yourself?"
"That when I've put together enough latinum I'll buy a little ship of my own, hand back this uniform, and not look back." Switching to autopilot, Stuart reached for his drink, "What about you? This journey business or pleasure?"
"A mixture of both I suppose." Hal said. It was true that he was considered to be retired now, at least from Starfleet. With the handsome pension that they gave him in order to live out the rest of his life because of the duties he had fulfilled, which no one could know about, he didn't have to work. Still, it was in his nature to do what he did and perhaps keeping hours might help him curb some of his professional tendancies.
"I'm kind of retired." He continued. "So what do you plan to do with a ship of your own?" Hal asked.
"Whaddid you retire from? Or did they ask you to leave?" Stuart asked. His quewstion was not motivated by nosiness, and only partly by interest; he had long ago learned that every now and then people like an opportuntiy to talk and that often the best listener was a stranger - someone who had no grounds to judge and who was unlikely to ever be met again. Stuart had long had an open ear.
"I think I'll take some time to explore some of the ports I've touched into over the years, get to know a few of the people and share a few thoughts ... a roaming philosopher - I don't want to give advice, just move a few pieces on the board, roll a die here and there, raise a glass and talk about all the junk that occupies my mind and see what they, whoever they are feel about it."
"Sounds like quite an adventure." Hal said. "You never know the kinds of people, or the lives they live, that you'll meet along the way. Do you propose to -" He stopped short as the console started to alarm. Hal pointed at the light in front of Stuart. "I think your controls are flashing you."
"Shouldn't be showing anything yet," Stuart said. He craned forward and examined the reading.
"How far from DS9 were we?" Hal asked, looking out the viewport. He had expected to see the mass color of stars and space glimmering by but instead saw stars in the distance. They had dropped out of Warp and were slowing down. In the distance was what he could only describe as an Aurora Borealis. It was small though, like viewing a shuttlecraft in the troposphere back on earth.
"About two parsecs - shouldn't be able to see anything for a coupla hours," as he spoke Stuart rubbed his fingers over his chin, it was so long since he had bothered to shave that it was more beard than stubble now that his fingers met, "Let's get a little closer and see if we can get any readings, it might be nothing, but I'd like a better idea before we press on."
"Agreed." Hal said. "Precaution is ofter the more prudent path. And to answer your question, I wasn't asked to leave. It was simply a matter of my duties coming to an end and an agreement fulfilled." He said. He couldn't tell him much about what he had done recently. "Professionally, I'm a Psychologist."
Stuart chuckled as he adjusted speed and bearing, "The whole galaxy's just a little mad," he said, his gaze on the unusual image on the viewscreen, "Pity you're not a scientist ... this int the sort of thing you're trained to watch out for, but its got 'stay away' written all over it. I can make a basic assessment, after that, we toss a coin I reckon."
"Might have the same outcome." Hal replied. "But I agree. It does warrant caution. Can you zoom in on it any?"
"I'll give it a go, this shuttle's not really equipped, but int that half of the fun."
"It can be." Halderon agreed. He watched at the image in the far distance was magnified. Given the distance that they were from the anomaly and the maximum magnification allowed from the shuttle, all they could really see was what looked like cloud formations and nebula clusters. Hal wracked his memory for a recollection of something he'd seen before. Recognition hit him hard. "All Stop." He said, rising from his seat. "If that's what I think it is then we don't want to get too close."
He moved quickly to the back of the shuttle and rummaged through his back. When he returned to the front he carried with him a large looseleafed book and began thumbing through it.
Stuart manually brought the shuttle to a standstill, "Whado you think it is?" he asked.
"Well," Hal said as he continued to thumb through the book. "If I'm right." He stopped at a picture and slapped his hand on it. "Just what I thought. My God this is unusual." He said, turning the book so that Stuart could see. "It's a chronamoly. A fluxuating but stable rift in space time. Only thought to be theoretical. Unlike other time distortions, this one is a combination of temporal attributes and wormhole composition. There's a lot more to it but that's the jist of it." He smiled at Stuart then turned in awe at the sight in the distance. "Even at this range we are being hit with particles from a future or past. There's no telling what effect it will have."
Stuart pursed his lips as he stared at the phenomenon. "The station's closer to it than we are," he said, "What does your theory say about that?"
"For all we know, they could be right in the middle of it." Hal replied, looking up. "They might be experience strange cases of deja vu or literally being beside themselves. No on really knows for sure. No one's ever lived through it."
"Well this'll be one for the books then," Stuart said. "Let's be the first."
Halderon Ziggler by Petro
Stuart by Louise
by Lieutenant JG Petro & Commander Karen Villiers
Post Details
| Title | "Timed" arrival (Backpost) | |
| Mission | Unity | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant JG Petro & Commander Karen Villiers | |
| Posted | Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 9:28am | |
| Location | Shuttlecraft Loki |
The shuttlecraft Loki glided through hyperspace at Warp 3.6 with it's two occupants. Halderon Ziggler had watched as the pilot picked up passengers from Earth, brought them to Mars Colony, picked up more passengers and shuttled them to various locations in sector 001. He counted a total of seven hundred and fifty six passengers in total between all the coming and goings. Most were there for very short trips and nearly all of them were preoccupied with their destination and the work that they needed to get done. A few were going on vacation and spent the last moments closing up loose ends.
Hal stood and stretched. For him it had already been a long trip. Leaving Earth before the finality of the Badmitton Event was a tad disappointing but what was is and what is was. Carefully he made his way up to the Pilots section, passing by the empty seats as he went. From time to time he would remember a specific face of a person that had occupied the chair or remember someone doing something. No one was ever there long enough to even get a name from. After a while he simply counted the number of travelers.
"Seems almost lonely when everyone's gone." He said, taking a seat in the empty chair next to the pilot.
"Its the way I like it," Stuart said, "You can get in touch with yersel' without all the distraction. Once you're out here there's not much to flyin' a ship."
"Yersel?" Hal asked, then realised what he meant. "Ah, yes. A self analysis is rarely done thoroughly by those who keep themselves busy in the midst of others." He leaned back in the seat, glad that the man was comfortable. Of course he didn't know what Hal did for a living either. "So, what have you discovered about yourself?"
"That when I've put together enough latinum I'll buy a little ship of my own, hand back this uniform, and not look back." Switching to autopilot, Stuart reached for his drink, "What about you? This journey business or pleasure?"
"A mixture of both I suppose." Hal said. It was true that he was considered to be retired now, at least from Starfleet. With the handsome pension that they gave him in order to live out the rest of his life because of the duties he had fulfilled, which no one could know about, he didn't have to work. Still, it was in his nature to do what he did and perhaps keeping hours might help him curb some of his professional tendancies.
"I'm kind of retired." He continued. "So what do you plan to do with a ship of your own?" Hal asked.
"Whaddid you retire from? Or did they ask you to leave?" Stuart asked. His quewstion was not motivated by nosiness, and only partly by interest; he had long ago learned that every now and then people like an opportuntiy to talk and that often the best listener was a stranger - someone who had no grounds to judge and who was unlikely to ever be met again. Stuart had long had an open ear.
"I think I'll take some time to explore some of the ports I've touched into over the years, get to know a few of the people and share a few thoughts ... a roaming philosopher - I don't want to give advice, just move a few pieces on the board, roll a die here and there, raise a glass and talk about all the junk that occupies my mind and see what they, whoever they are feel about it."
"Sounds like quite an adventure." Hal said. "You never know the kinds of people, or the lives they live, that you'll meet along the way. Do you propose to -" He stopped short as the console started to alarm. Hal pointed at the light in front of Stuart. "I think your controls are flashing you."
"Shouldn't be showing anything yet," Stuart said. He craned forward and examined the reading.
"How far from DS9 were we?" Hal asked, looking out the viewport. He had expected to see the mass color of stars and space glimmering by but instead saw stars in the distance. They had dropped out of Warp and were slowing down. In the distance was what he could only describe as an Aurora Borealis. It was small though, like viewing a shuttlecraft in the troposphere back on earth.
"About two parsecs - shouldn't be able to see anything for a coupla hours," as he spoke Stuart rubbed his fingers over his chin, it was so long since he had bothered to shave that it was more beard than stubble now that his fingers met, "Let's get a little closer and see if we can get any readings, it might be nothing, but I'd like a better idea before we press on."
"Agreed." Hal said. "Precaution is ofter the more prudent path. And to answer your question, I wasn't asked to leave. It was simply a matter of my duties coming to an end and an agreement fulfilled." He said. He couldn't tell him much about what he had done recently. "Professionally, I'm a Psychologist."
Stuart chuckled as he adjusted speed and bearing, "The whole galaxy's just a little mad," he said, his gaze on the unusual image on the viewscreen, "Pity you're not a scientist ... this int the sort of thing you're trained to watch out for, but its got 'stay away' written all over it. I can make a basic assessment, after that, we toss a coin I reckon."
"Might have the same outcome." Hal replied. "But I agree. It does warrant caution. Can you zoom in on it any?"
"I'll give it a go, this shuttle's not really equipped, but int that half of the fun."
"It can be." Halderon agreed. He watched at the image in the far distance was magnified. Given the distance that they were from the anomaly and the maximum magnification allowed from the shuttle, all they could really see was what looked like cloud formations and nebula clusters. Hal wracked his memory for a recollection of something he'd seen before. Recognition hit him hard. "All Stop." He said, rising from his seat. "If that's what I think it is then we don't want to get too close."
He moved quickly to the back of the shuttle and rummaged through his back. When he returned to the front he carried with him a large looseleafed book and began thumbing through it.
Stuart manually brought the shuttle to a standstill, "Whado you think it is?" he asked.
"Well," Hal said as he continued to thumb through the book. "If I'm right." He stopped at a picture and slapped his hand on it. "Just what I thought. My God this is unusual." He said, turning the book so that Stuart could see. "It's a chronamoly. A fluxuating but stable rift in space time. Only thought to be theoretical. Unlike other time distortions, this one is a combination of temporal attributes and wormhole composition. There's a lot more to it but that's the jist of it." He smiled at Stuart then turned in awe at the sight in the distance. "Even at this range we are being hit with particles from a future or past. There's no telling what effect it will have."
Stuart pursed his lips as he stared at the phenomenon. "The station's closer to it than we are," he said, "What does your theory say about that?"
"For all we know, they could be right in the middle of it." Hal replied, looking up. "They might be experience strange cases of deja vu or literally being beside themselves. No on really knows for sure. No one's ever lived through it."
"Well this'll be one for the books then," Stuart said. "Let's be the first."
Halderon Ziggler by Petro
Stuart by Louise