Chief Petty Officer Annamae Barberra - Micro Whispers
Wil Ukinix
((Deep Space Imaging))
While the facility was empty, the huge screens on the walls were active. Images of the storm flickered across the displays, she assumed as a result of Varati’s work. Once placing the sled, she took a moment to view the different images on different spectrums, before focusing again in grabbing as many PADDs and powercells as she could.
In a storage locker, she found three more EV suits. They were hastily thrown onto the sled-- when something on one of the screens grabbed her attention.
And just as she was studying the screen for a few seconds, the display flickered to the next spectral analysis. For a second, she chose to ignore it, and grabbed the handle of the sled-- but scientific curiosity got the better of her. She raced to a console, and tapped at it, studying the display...
Barberra: Computer, run a level 5 diagnostic check on the UV, Near Infra-red, and EM spectrum correlations from the last two minutes. Focus on the subspace micro-anomalies that were corrected by algorithms.
Computer: ::confirmation chirp: Working... ::error tone:: Storm interference prevents determining whether anomalies are sensor faults or external in origin. Cannot confirm subspace micro-anomalies.
Barberra: ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Lieutenant Taelon? Sir, sensors on multiple spectrums indicated micro-subspace fractures in the storm, but then disappeared. I can’t tell if they’re false negatives or not. =/\=
There was a brief moment of silence over comms. Annamae pursed her lips and moved them to the side.
Varati: =/\= Wait… What?! Micro-subspace fractures? In which spectra were measurements taken? =/\=
Taelon: =/\= Send the data over immediately. =/\=
She nodded, and began tapping away at the console to send the data to the team back in Astronomy & Astrophysics.
Galanis: =/\= Response =/\=
Varati: =/\= Chief Petty Officer Barberra, please record every single frame of this diagnostic! We'll come over immediately! =/\=
She nodded, Varati’s request was understandable. Having set up the compilation of data that Taelon asked for, she moved to a second console, tapping away at the screen madly to record the diagnostics. It would need to all be transferred to portable storage for when most systems went down
(OOC: have omitted tags here in other sims that Annamae wouldn’t have heard, but keep them in if you’re in this scene in )
((A minute or so later...))
She had managed to keep calm, prioritising data collection, while in between throwing a few PADDs and battery packs onto the nearly full gravsled.
The rest of the team soon entered.
Varati: ::to Annamae:: Can you please show us the latest diagnostic and the possible subspace fractures?
Barberra: Aye, ma’am.
She tapped at the console, ensuring to be far enough away so everyone could see the screen. The readouts showed a lot of errors, especially from the buoys, struggling to keep operating as the stormfront got closer.
Galanis: Response
Varati: That's not clear enough... it could actually be a sensor error. Damn!
Taelon: Then we need to find a way to determine what we’re seeing for sure. Suggestions?
Barberra: A control buoy further away from the storm would confirm it, but I’m not sure we if have time to set that up.
Galanis: Response
Ensign Varati had moved to sit on the floor, PADD in hand. Annamae turned back to the console, eyes scanning the display, looking for any sign that give them confirmation one way or another-- micro subspace fractures, or false positives from struggling equipment.
oO Por qué no los dos? Oo
Varati: If only I had paid more attention in Professor Glaßner's lecture... Let's do two things: First, a Magneton scan to detect subspace fractures. To be on the safe side, we need to send one of the drones there to check whether the Tetryon decay rate decreases
near a potential fracture. Only then can we be sure that they are indeed subspace fractures.
Taelon: How fast are the station’s sensor drones?
Barberra: ::Nodding:: They should be fast enough, and then they’ll be sacrificed to the storm gods.
Galanis/Varati: Response
Taelon: Then let’s do it. We have ten minutes before the first waves reach us - let’s use the time we have.
Galanis/Varati: Response
Barberra: ::tapping at another console:: Confirmed, drones are away.
She tapped to bring up the display of their location on one of the large screens in the lab, then stood there and watched for a moment. Tiny little blips heading into one big mess. Like watching a starship crash into a n oversized bowl
of angry soup. oO Amazing. OO
All sorts of computer alert tones sounded from some of the consoles, indicating multiple errors, and multiple *types* of errors. They were getting the smorgasbord.
Taelon: Computer, disregard the data from buoys 2, 3, and 7. Full magneton scan.
The computer chirped confirmation.
Barberra: ::Crossed arms, looking at big screen:: Well, bye buoys, it was nice knowing you.
It wasn’t lost on her that if it was Bec saying that, it would have sounded like “Bye boys”, given her accent. Maybe the buoys were boys.
Galanis/Varati: Response
Imaging updated rapidly on the screens, showing the size of the storm. Amity looked tiny in comparison.
oO Oh buoy... Oo
Taelon: What is that?
Annamae looked towards Lieutenant Taelon, and saw him pointing, before she looked at what he was pointing at.
Little blips, representing some sort of object.
Barberra: Are they just the buoys going... boom? Or going crazy?
Galanis/Varati: Response
Taelon: …well, the last time I saw anything like that, they were…ships…
That made Annamae raise her eyebrows, then look toward the gravsled. If Taelon was right, it seemed maybe she should have been stockpiling phaser rifles, not PADDS and battery packs.
Iko: =/\= Bec to ::slight smile:: Chief petty Officer Barberra. =/\=
She blinked her eyelids once, surprised by the comms call, and tapped her combadge.
Barberra: =/\= Go ahead Commander. =/\=
Iko: =/\= $%@#, uhm. What levels do you guys need, what levels can I seal off? There’s bloody Voles eating engineering. =/\=
Annamae looked at the other, then silently mouthed-- “*Voles?*”
Taelon: =/\= We’re going to be heading to the Habitat shortly, so I think we can do without those levels. Um, maybe vent the engineering section? We’ve got - um, we have bigger issues, I think… =/\=
Barberra: =/\= Commander, there are potential object shaped micro subspace fractures heading our way. =/\=
Galanis/Varati: =/\= Response =/\=
Iko: =/\= Good luck. And make sure there’s no Hirogen or anything hiding in there too. =/\=
Annamae looked down and left for a moment. Hirogen hiding I the storm would be *wild*... she had to supress her little wicked smirk at the thought of it.
Taelon: Well, um, voles aside - Varati, get me as much as you can about those anomalies. Barberra - some phasers might not hurt, from the sound of it? And, um, Galanis - get me the projected course of the wavefronts. Hopefully, um, we can have that help brace
the station for the worst of it…
Barberra: Aye sir, a crap-tonne of phasers coming right up.
She once again started ransacking supply cabinets, and removing phasers and phaser rifles from the safety cabinets. They were promptly put on to the gravsled, before she handed each of her colleagues a phaser rifle each, then keeping one for herself.
Taelon: Does this station have armaments? Torpedoes?
Barberra: Aye Lieutenant, pulse fire photon torpedo launcher, and 400 torpedos, enough to destroy a small armada of voles.
Galanis/Varati: Response
Taelon: No, I - just a thought. What do the scans look like, Varati? Galanis?
Galanis/Varati: Response
Annamae moved to the grav sled, placing her hands on the handle.
Barberra: Sirs, with your permission, I’d like to get this gravsled to the train system before it shuts down, and to temporary Ops. I’ll make sure they set up an area for science consoles.
Taelon/Galanis/Varati: Response
With a push, the grav sled moved forward, towards the exit doors..
Almost cleaning up a rushing Command Ukinix in the process.
Ukinix: Woah.
Barbera: Commander look out---
They somehow managed to miss each other. Annamae shifted the gravsled away from the Commander, making it hit the door, causing some of the contents to fall off.
Ukinix: Sorry.
Barberra: ::Palms up:: No harm, no foul, I got it.
As the Chief Petty Officer began to restack some of the items on the grav sled, Wil rushed into the room.
Ukinix: Report, everyone?
Taelon/Galanis/Varati: Response
While the conversation was going on, Annamae heard a whisper. It was brief, it lasted for half a second, and she couldn’t understand what was said. She looked around, but didn’t see anyone so she dismissed it, returning to stacking the sled.
Ukinix: Bloody hell. ::inhales through grimaced teeth, crosses arms:: Well, we can ready weapons, but that will take power draw away from other systems. We’d better talk to Commander Rosek-Skyfire, it might change our systems profile a bit.
Taelon/Galanis/Varati: Response
Once again, she heard a small whisper. It sounded a little closer. She looked out in the hallway before looking back into Deep Space Imaging.
Barberra: Did you hear something? Like... a whisper?
Taelon/Galanis/Varati: Response
Barberra: Maybe it was one of the voles.
Ukinix: ::Surprised, incredulous:: Voles?! What?
Taelon/Galanis/Varati: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Chief Petty Officer Annamae Barberra
Science Specialist
Amity Outpost
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