Lt. Cmd. Silveira: You knew I was going to say that…
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Apr 21, 2026, 5:09:04 PM (2 days ago) Apr 21
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The Da’al Gard had certainly heard that, and likely the conversation between Munro and Zie, but he had remained impossible at least until Vitor’s words.
Vitor nodded and shrugged at the guard, a silent communication and with a simple nod the guard stepped to the same console that Jestripar had used to summon him.
Stepping closer to Zie and Breys he holstered his tricorder again.
Silveira: I believe the Da’al will do that work for us now.
Breys and Zie smiled.
MacKenzie: Let's hope for our sake it's a thorough job...
Vitor grinned at Zie and looked around as the Da’al workers began to move and more guards arrived. He pointed to an empty console and turned Zie and Breys.
Silveira: I am so tempted to access one of their consoles…
Breys: I think we could gain a lot if we could find out more about what all this equipment is for.
MacKenzie: Then we should. We never said we wouldn't try to access information, and they shouldn't assume that we don't need it...
Vitor was glad that Zie agreed. He smiled as he took out his tricorder again.
Breys: Just an idea, sirs, but could Lt. Commander Silveira try to recover the logs for this station’s readout from the last set of tests?
MacKenzie: Something you think might be useful...?
Vitor nodded and stepped to the console, with his tricorder on his left hand. That would work as his translator, since he wasn’t anywhere close to understanding Da’al language.
Silveira: I can try.
Breys: We could cross reference it against any shared data on the rod I’m analyzing now, most of the data will be censored but if what we can access doesn’t line up with what is on the rod, we know someone is lying to us.
MacKenzie: ::half-smiling:: Or poor at hiding their tracks. Either way, a win for us. Commander?
Vitor tipped his head and nodded as he pulled up a chair and sat down, resting his tricorder on his lap.
Silveira: And we need some good scores with the way things are going.
Breys: Alright, when you’re ready.
MacKenzie: ::nodding:: I'm ready if you are. Proceed.
Vitor nodded and began working on the console. The display was rather unusual to anything he used, but the tricorder translation was certainly going to help.
Silveira: By your command Captain.
Vitor tapped in looking around for a few seconds, finally finding the files for the latest tests.
The graphic display was quite unique and if it wasn’t for years of experience he would likely feel lost. He recalled when his grandfather replicated old Earth computing systems and there was a program… What was it called?
Edwell? Elfel?... It was a confusing mess of data rows and lines that to Vitor felt more indiscernible than ancient hieroglyphs.
But with his tricorder he managed to find and translate some relatable data and his eyebrows shot high when he noticed something.
He turned to Breys and pointed to his screen.
Silveira: Ensign have you seen these values?
Breys: What was that again?
Vitor used the zoom in feature to show that specific area.
Silveira: Here, these numbers. Even in this console the numbers look different.
Breys: My readout is a tenth of that, what does the sheet label that cell as?
MacKenzie: I'm going to guess that's not a good thing...
Silveira: It’s not necessarily bad, just odd how the numbers surge up in the latest test, compared to the ones before. ::he turned to Breys briefly:: It’s power allocation variations.
Breys: Response
MacKenzie: And so what conclusion does that suggest?
Vitor zoomed out the data sheet and tracked down the variables for those reports.
Silveira: That the ship handles more power. Or at least in these late tests it used more that wasn’t recorded before, or not considered for using.
Sounds like they were experimenting and not exactly with Jestripar knowledge.
Vitor turned to look at Zie and Breys.
Breys: Response
Zie nodded slowly, and from what Vitor knew of her it felt like she got on to something.
MacKenzie: Mr. Silveira, I believe in your line of work, they call that a lead.
Silveira: I believe so, Captain.
Breys: Response
Vitor leaned forward, tapping in on the console. Pulling aside the data sheet he had worked on he tried to open another screen, this time with schematics and diagrams.
But he was blocked when an access password was required.
Silveira: Dammit… I can’t get the schematics, they are safeguarded.
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
Vitor tried another thing. Again for someone who knew how to read and work with them, datasheets and spreadsheets were as readable as a book.
Or for someone carrying a standard Starfleet tricorder.
Vitor was obviously the latter and he raised one finger when something came back from the pit of his memories.
Silveira: Excel…
Realizing he might have startled them with useless information he smiled apologetically as he turned briefly to Zie and Breys.
Silveira: Sorry, ignore me, I just remembered what this looked like. Anyway if your ship power distribution raises like that there’s a few things it can be… ::he turned to Zie:: And yes I know that you know what I will say next… Weapons. But bare with me, it might be something else.
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
Vitor shrugged as he tried to figure out how the data was connected.
He tipped his head and leaned even closer looking at his tricorder and the console screen.
It’s been almost a decade since he dived into this sort of thing.
Silveira: It’s been many years since I was in Operations, and only briefly, but if we keep translating the data we might see where the energy allocations are directed.
Even if we can’t get a proper ship schematic…
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
The Da’al Gard had certainly heard that, and likely the conversation between Munro and Zie, but he had remained impossible at least until Vitor’s words.
Vitor nodded and shrugged at the guard, a silent communication and with a simple nod the guard stepped to the same console that Jestripar had used to summon him.
Stepping closer to Zie and Breys he holstered his tricorder again.
Silveira: I believe the Da’al will do that work for us now.
Breys and Zie smiled.
MacKenzie: Let's hope for our sake it's a thorough job...
Vitor grinned at Zie and looked around as the Da’al workers began to move and more guards arrived. He pointed to an empty console and turned Zie and Breys.
Silveira: I am so tempted to access one of their consoles…
Breys: I think we could gain a lot if we could find out more about what all this equipment is for.
MacKenzie: Then we should. We never said we wouldn't try to access information, and they shouldn't assume that we don't need it...
Vitor was glad that Zie agreed. He smiled as he took out his tricorder again.
Breys: Just an idea, sirs, but could Lt. Commander Silveira try to recover the logs for this station’s readout from the last set of tests?
MacKenzie: Something you think might be useful...?
Vitor nodded and stepped to the console, with his tricorder on his left hand. That would work as his translator, since he wasn’t anywhere close to understanding Da’al language.
Silveira: I can try.
Breys: We could cross reference it against any shared data on the rod I’m analyzing now, most of the data will be censored but if what we can access doesn’t line up with what is on the rod, we know someone is lying to us.
MacKenzie: ::half-smiling:: Or poor at hiding their tracks. Either way, a win for us. Commander?
Vitor tipped his head and nodded as he pulled up a chair and sat down, resting his tricorder on his lap.
Silveira: And we need some good scores with the way things are going.
Breys: Alright, when you’re ready.
MacKenzie: ::nodding:: I'm ready if you are. Proceed.
Vitor nodded and began working on the console. The display was rather unusual to anything he used, but the tricorder translation was certainly going to help.
Silveira: By your command Captain.
Vitor tapped in looking around for a few seconds, finally finding the files for the latest tests.
The graphic display was quite unique and if it wasn’t for years of experience he would likely feel lost. He recalled when his grandfather replicated old Earth computing systems and there was a program… What was it called?
Edwell? Elfel?... It was a confusing mess of data rows and lines that to Vitor felt more indiscernible than ancient hieroglyphs.
But with his tricorder he managed to find and translate some relatable data and his eyebrows shot high when he noticed something.
He turned to Breys and pointed to his screen.
Silveira: Ensign have you seen these values?
Breys: What was that again?
Vitor used the zoom in feature to show that specific area.
Silveira: Here, these numbers. Even in this console the numbers look different.
Breys: My readout is a tenth of that, what does the sheet label that cell as?
MacKenzie: I'm going to guess that's not a good thing...
Silveira: It’s not necessarily bad, just odd how the numbers surge up in the latest test, compared to the ones before. ::he turned to Breys briefly:: It’s power allocation variations.
Breys: Response
MacKenzie: And so what conclusion does that suggest?
Vitor zoomed out the data sheet and tracked down the variables for those reports.
Silveira: That the ship handles more power. Or at least in these late tests it used more that wasn’t recorded before, or not considered for using.
Sounds like they were experimenting and not exactly with Jestripar knowledge.
Vitor turned to look at Zie and Breys.
Breys: Response
Zie nodded slowly, and from what Vitor knew of her it felt like she got on to something.
MacKenzie: Mr. Silveira, I believe in your line of work, they call that a lead.
Silveira: I believe so, Captain.
Breys: Response
Vitor leaned forward, tapping in on the console. Pulling aside the data sheet he had worked on he tried to open another screen, this time with schematics and diagrams.
But he was blocked when an access password was required.
Silveira: Dammit… I can’t get the schematics, they are safeguarded.
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
Vitor tried another thing. Again for someone who knew how to read and work with them, datasheets and spreadsheets were as readable as a book.
Or for someone carrying a standard Starfleet tricorder.
Vitor was obviously the latter and he raised one finger when something came back from the pit of his memories.
Silveira: Excel…
Realizing he might have startled them with useless information he smiled apologetically as he turned briefly to Zie and Breys.
Silveira: Sorry, ignore me, I just remembered what this looked like. Anyway if your ship power distribution raises like that there’s a few things it can be… ::he turned to Zie:: And yes I know that you know what I will say next… Weapons. But bare with me, it might be something else.
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
Vitor shrugged as he tried to figure out how the data was connected.
He tipped his head and leaned even closer looking at his tricorder and the console screen.
It’s been almost a decade since he dived into this sort of thing.
Silveira: It’s been many years since I was in Operations, and only briefly, but if we keep translating the data we might see where the energy allocations are directed.
Even if we can’t get a proper ship schematic…
MacKenzie/Breys: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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