Lt. Cmd. Silveira: A Romulan out a box.
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May 11, 2026, 5:45:34 PM (2 days ago) May 11
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis-A, deck 11, Hazardous Materials Lab))
Vitor leaned forward, looked back at the box and then the others,with a raised eyebrow and a wrinkled forehead.
Silveira: Can we translate that? Make it discernible or have a way to talk back? Maybe that way we get to see logs or anything that gives us concrete evidence.
I mean… What can explain the antineutrinos and that space pocket thing Ensign Tarsan explained? I… ::from the back of his mind a thought formed:: Wait… Isn’t that used by someone for transportation?
Breys: I’m reading starfleet’s data on spatial trajectors, and it just supports Tarsan’s theory. They definitely are generated by the tech. It says here the particles are incredibly damaging to federation technology as well.
She kept looking.
Breys: It looks like folded space transporters in general emit antineutrinos, and the Romulans have been using those for at least thirty years.
Tarsan smiled gratefully at Breys.
Cole: That sounds incredibly dangerous. ::just quiet enough to sound honest:: And that says a lot coming from me.
Bancroft: Spatial trajector… hybrid singularity drive… the signal. The evidence is stacking up fairly quickly.
Vitor tipped his head. Looks like his gut wasn’t that wrong…
Silveira: Oh really?
Breys: The density of antineutrinos we found earlier could imply that both technologies are at play here.
Tarsan: That’d make sense from the readings.
Cole: ::raising an eyebrow:: So we’re dealing with some kind of technological hybrid. Interesting.
Bancroft: Which suggests this wasn’t scavenged together in a panic – making systems this distinct – from different species – work together takes some serious thought and engineering.
Vitor was well aware of that. And it was a good way of masking the source.
Silveira: There was a method in it… And…
His sentence was cut short by Breys words.
Breys: The shielding is decaying too quickly, we either need to open this thing or decode the signal.
Tarsan: Let’s see if we can get the signal first?
Cole: We do both. Decode while Gavrin gets us ready to open it.
Bancroft: Good call, Nat.
Vitor just nodded and let them all do their jobs. He had a feeling they were getting closer. Or at least close enough to reveal the secrets of the box.
Breys: I’m attempting to decode the signal now, something about the data feels familiar.
Tarsan was trying to find a way to figure out how to open the last part of the seal to fully open the box.
Cole: Gavrin, get us ready to open it.
Nat turned towards her console as Doc Roy worked on his.
Vitor tensed but there wasn’t much he could do, aside from not stepping in their way.
Cole: I’ll run a security decryption program, that should help speed it up. ::looking over towards Breys:: Familiar how?
Bancroft: Trust that instinct, D’tin. Familiar usually means your gut has recognized a pattern that your brain just hasn’t been able to articulate yet.
Vitor opened his mouth but refrained from joking, and asking “So that’s how it works?”
Breys: The box is trying to transport something out of it, presumably with a folded space transporter. I can’t tell what the pattern is for though.
Vitor arched an eyebrow as the others spoke.
Tarsan: Do you think it’s trying to escape?
Vitor stepped even closer wondering if there was anything else they should secure.
Cole: Through that forcefield and the isolation field Bancroft activated, It’s unlikely.
Bancroft: Unlikely isn’t the same as impossible, and spatial trajectors seem to have a fairly casual relationship with ‘impossible’.
Silveira: We have taken all the precautions. Carry on.
Breys: I think the only way we’re going to find out for sure with the time we have left is opening the box.
Tarsan: Let’s do it, I think I have the last of the sequence
Cole: ::looking at Vitor:: Unless there’s anything you can think of, We’re as ready as we can be Sir.
Bancroft: All containment protocols are active. I can’t promise this is safe – but we’re out of better ways to find out.
Vitor nodded confidently, even if he was starting to think the box should get the same “Ensign’s Flight Therapy" that Zie was so fond of.
But then they would know what was in it.
Silveira: Proceed.
Breys: Response
Tarsan nodded before activating the last part of the sequence and the lid finally gave way.
The inside of it looked to Vitor like any weird alien tech. Or that infamous Portuguese invention, the MacGuffin.
Truthfully it reminded him of those ancient things called lava lamps, but with containment fields and neural pathways. It was blinking at regular intervals, cycling through various colours like a kaleidoscope.
Tarsan: I’ve… never seen anything like it. Everytime I try and look directly at it it’s like my mind tries to comprehend the space and just goes… nope.
Cole: That makes two of us. I looked at it for three seconds and now my brain wants to speak with the manager.
Bancroft: Use the instruments, not your eyes – we need to stay sharp.
Silveira: It’s just a tool, an instrument. Keep your focus, people.
Breys: Response
The blinking began to slow. But still within some regularity.
Tarsan: I don’t think our power can keep it going for much longer… we can’t just let it die! Any luck on that signal?
Cole: Working on it. ::typing faster:: I’ve got… Seventeen more percent to go. How close are you Breys?
Bancroft: Pocket coherence is dropping with the signal strength. If those two are linked, we are about to lose both the message and the mechanism.
Silveira: Compensate.
Vito took a step back looking at his team as they worked.
Breys/Tarsan: Response
Cole: Gavrin, can you squeeze any more power, we’ve almost got it.
Bancroft: Increase in increments if you can. The regulator is already bleeding excess energy into the containment matrix.
Silveira: Don’t let it overload but keep at it.
Breys/Tarsan: Response
A friendly chime emitted from Cole’s console.
Cole: Great Job Breys! ::beat:: What's it doing now?
The core brightened once, then again.
Bancroft: It’s… I think it’s preparing to transport something. I don’t know if it can transport through the HML’s forcefields… if it can, I’m not sure we can stop it.
Silveira: Increase forcefields and containment.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
It was a gamble. A very dangerous gamble. As a point of refracted gold appeared above the deck plating, Vitor began to second guess his decision.
What if this turned sour and they had started a chain reaction?
It wasn’t a normal transporter beam, but they knew that already. But there was something physically forming. It wasn’t collapsing or expanding, in all it’s chaotic appearance it was beaming up something.
Or someone.
And it was a someone who hit the deck once the beaming light went off.
Definitely humanoid and… Romulan?
Before he could speak Doc Rogers moved tricorder in hand.
Bancroft: Romulan. Severe hemorrhage. Abdominal disruptor trauma. Someone get me a medkit now!
He dropped to one knee as Vitor scrambled to the nearest medkit. There was no point in erring caution Now that he had already dived to the “patient”
Romulan: ::weakly:: It… was… a mistake…
Vitor dropped next to the Doc, handling him the medikit.
He looked more attentively to the body and saw the disrupter burns.
The Romulan was already hurt when she beamed through.
Silveira: What? What was a mistake? Who are you?
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
Doc Rogers worked quickly but he was fighting a losing battle. Vitor saw the blood and the extent of her wounds.
Bancroft: ::silencing his tricorder:: She’s gone.
Vitor frowned. He quickly stood up and looked at the others.
Silveira: I want a damage report and status of the containment and forcefields. We won’t move until we are sure everything is in order.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
He took a few steps towards the Box. It’s glow was dimming, but somehow it was still working.
Silveira: Secure all the information we can, full scans on the box and make sure it’s contained. It looks like it’s still active…
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
Vitor nodded, apparently they had found one of it’s functions.
Silveira: If we can’t find anything else, shut it down. Keep under the forcefields and compile all relevant data.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
This time he looked to Doc Rogers, even if he spoke to all of them.
Silveira: Let’s examine the body and learn as much as we can before I report to the Captain.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor leaned forward, looked back at the box and then the others,with a raised eyebrow and a wrinkled forehead.
Silveira: Can we translate that? Make it discernible or have a way to talk back? Maybe that way we get to see logs or anything that gives us concrete evidence.
I mean… What can explain the antineutrinos and that space pocket thing Ensign Tarsan explained? I… ::from the back of his mind a thought formed:: Wait… Isn’t that used by someone for transportation?
Breys: I’m reading starfleet’s data on spatial trajectors, and it just supports Tarsan’s theory. They definitely are generated by the tech. It says here the particles are incredibly damaging to federation technology as well.
She kept looking.
Breys: It looks like folded space transporters in general emit antineutrinos, and the Romulans have been using those for at least thirty years.
Tarsan smiled gratefully at Breys.
Cole: That sounds incredibly dangerous. ::just quiet enough to sound honest:: And that says a lot coming from me.
Bancroft: Spatial trajector… hybrid singularity drive… the signal. The evidence is stacking up fairly quickly.
Vitor tipped his head. Looks like his gut wasn’t that wrong…
Silveira: Oh really?
Breys: The density of antineutrinos we found earlier could imply that both technologies are at play here.
Tarsan: That’d make sense from the readings.
Cole: ::raising an eyebrow:: So we’re dealing with some kind of technological hybrid. Interesting.
Bancroft: Which suggests this wasn’t scavenged together in a panic – making systems this distinct – from different species – work together takes some serious thought and engineering.
Vitor was well aware of that. And it was a good way of masking the source.
Silveira: There was a method in it… And…
His sentence was cut short by Breys words.
Breys: The shielding is decaying too quickly, we either need to open this thing or decode the signal.
Tarsan: Let’s see if we can get the signal first?
Cole: We do both. Decode while Gavrin gets us ready to open it.
Bancroft: Good call, Nat.
Vitor just nodded and let them all do their jobs. He had a feeling they were getting closer. Or at least close enough to reveal the secrets of the box.
Breys: I’m attempting to decode the signal now, something about the data feels familiar.
Tarsan was trying to find a way to figure out how to open the last part of the seal to fully open the box.
Cole: Gavrin, get us ready to open it.
Nat turned towards her console as Doc Roy worked on his.
Vitor tensed but there wasn’t much he could do, aside from not stepping in their way.
Cole: I’ll run a security decryption program, that should help speed it up. ::looking over towards Breys:: Familiar how?
Bancroft: Trust that instinct, D’tin. Familiar usually means your gut has recognized a pattern that your brain just hasn’t been able to articulate yet.
Vitor opened his mouth but refrained from joking, and asking “So that’s how it works?”
Breys: The box is trying to transport something out of it, presumably with a folded space transporter. I can’t tell what the pattern is for though.
Vitor arched an eyebrow as the others spoke.
Tarsan: Do you think it’s trying to escape?
Vitor stepped even closer wondering if there was anything else they should secure.
Cole: Through that forcefield and the isolation field Bancroft activated, It’s unlikely.
Bancroft: Unlikely isn’t the same as impossible, and spatial trajectors seem to have a fairly casual relationship with ‘impossible’.
Silveira: We have taken all the precautions. Carry on.
Breys: I think the only way we’re going to find out for sure with the time we have left is opening the box.
Tarsan: Let’s do it, I think I have the last of the sequence
Cole: ::looking at Vitor:: Unless there’s anything you can think of, We’re as ready as we can be Sir.
Bancroft: All containment protocols are active. I can’t promise this is safe – but we’re out of better ways to find out.
Vitor nodded confidently, even if he was starting to think the box should get the same “Ensign’s Flight Therapy" that Zie was so fond of.
But then they would know what was in it.
Silveira: Proceed.
Breys: Response
Tarsan nodded before activating the last part of the sequence and the lid finally gave way.
The inside of it looked to Vitor like any weird alien tech. Or that infamous Portuguese invention, the MacGuffin.
Truthfully it reminded him of those ancient things called lava lamps, but with containment fields and neural pathways. It was blinking at regular intervals, cycling through various colours like a kaleidoscope.
Tarsan: I’ve… never seen anything like it. Everytime I try and look directly at it it’s like my mind tries to comprehend the space and just goes… nope.
Cole: That makes two of us. I looked at it for three seconds and now my brain wants to speak with the manager.
Bancroft: Use the instruments, not your eyes – we need to stay sharp.
Silveira: It’s just a tool, an instrument. Keep your focus, people.
Breys: Response
The blinking began to slow. But still within some regularity.
Tarsan: I don’t think our power can keep it going for much longer… we can’t just let it die! Any luck on that signal?
Cole: Working on it. ::typing faster:: I’ve got… Seventeen more percent to go. How close are you Breys?
Bancroft: Pocket coherence is dropping with the signal strength. If those two are linked, we are about to lose both the message and the mechanism.
Silveira: Compensate.
Vito took a step back looking at his team as they worked.
Breys/Tarsan: Response
Cole: Gavrin, can you squeeze any more power, we’ve almost got it.
Bancroft: Increase in increments if you can. The regulator is already bleeding excess energy into the containment matrix.
Silveira: Don’t let it overload but keep at it.
Breys/Tarsan: Response
A friendly chime emitted from Cole’s console.
Cole: Great Job Breys! ::beat:: What's it doing now?
The core brightened once, then again.
Bancroft: It’s… I think it’s preparing to transport something. I don’t know if it can transport through the HML’s forcefields… if it can, I’m not sure we can stop it.
Silveira: Increase forcefields and containment.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
It was a gamble. A very dangerous gamble. As a point of refracted gold appeared above the deck plating, Vitor began to second guess his decision.
What if this turned sour and they had started a chain reaction?
It wasn’t a normal transporter beam, but they knew that already. But there was something physically forming. It wasn’t collapsing or expanding, in all it’s chaotic appearance it was beaming up something.
Or someone.
And it was a someone who hit the deck once the beaming light went off.
Definitely humanoid and… Romulan?
Before he could speak Doc Rogers moved tricorder in hand.
Bancroft: Romulan. Severe hemorrhage. Abdominal disruptor trauma. Someone get me a medkit now!
He dropped to one knee as Vitor scrambled to the nearest medkit. There was no point in erring caution Now that he had already dived to the “patient”
Romulan: ::weakly:: It… was… a mistake…
Vitor dropped next to the Doc, handling him the medikit.
He looked more attentively to the body and saw the disrupter burns.
The Romulan was already hurt when she beamed through.
Silveira: What? What was a mistake? Who are you?
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
Doc Rogers worked quickly but he was fighting a losing battle. Vitor saw the blood and the extent of her wounds.
Bancroft: ::silencing his tricorder:: She’s gone.
Vitor frowned. He quickly stood up and looked at the others.
Silveira: I want a damage report and status of the containment and forcefields. We won’t move until we are sure everything is in order.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole: Response
He took a few steps towards the Box. It’s glow was dimming, but somehow it was still working.
Silveira: Secure all the information we can, full scans on the box and make sure it’s contained. It looks like it’s still active…
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
Vitor nodded, apparently they had found one of it’s functions.
Silveira: If we can’t find anything else, shut it down. Keep under the forcefields and compile all relevant data.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
This time he looked to Doc Rogers, even if he spoke to all of them.
Silveira: Let’s examine the body and learn as much as we can before I report to the Captain.
Breys/Tarsan/Cole/Bancroft: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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