Lt. Cmdr. Rebecca Iko - Who would have thought that the unstable corridors were *checks notes* unstable?
Rebecca Iko
Iko: =/\= Are you sure there isn’t any way to enhance the signal? To know where they might have gone? =/\=
Berapli: =/\= We could sort through the information by time, by pattern. I can eliminate the oldest records, at least. =/\=
Varati: Angle, distance, any possible path... I'll be right there... just a moment!
Bec nodded.
Rosek-Skyfire: ::nods:: We might have better luck finding the ship’s wake. Those remnants should still be there. But we might need to fine tune the sensors a little more to pick them up.
Moore/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Bec buried her face into her own console, hunting like a madman for starfleet signatures. What she found was faint… and numerous.
The Lieutenant Commander looked back at the rest of the shuttle crew, inviting them to see what she’d pushed buttons to make the computer find.
Iko: Please tell me these are all just echos or something…
What was perhaps the biggest problem about it was the fact that the six or so different points that they’d found were rather far apart from one another. It would take far too long to scout out them all, perhaps even days. Especially when half the road was still covered in last week’s wreckage…
Varati: This might be exactly what we need: stray particles. ::pause:: Perhaps some insights can be gained from this.
Bec screwed up her face. It didn’t seem as impressive when you put it like that. But then boring things were usually not as scary as something
Rosek-Skyfire: ::eyebrows arch:: Look for patterns. Let’s see if these don’t help us connect the dots.
Bec nodded.
Moore/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Varati: Okay, here's the first version of my idea: Photons travel at a maximum of the speed of light. Tachyons, on the other hand, travel at least at the speed of light. Neither has mass. If we now superimpose a grating made of a photon beam and one made of a tachyon beam, and observe or compare the changes in relation to the debris, which does have mass, we should be able to determine whether there have been any asymmetrical movements within the last few hours. Theoretically…
Rosek-Skyfire: ::to the others:: What do we think? Try it? Worst case, we eliminate another possibility. Best case, we get a heading.
Bec shrugged.
Iko: Do it.
Moore/Berapli(?): Response
Varati: And we would have to have extreme redshifts and blueshifts in between, so we would know not only whether something has moved here, but also in which direction. If Berapli can tell us whether the corridor in front of us is the one the Daintree must have entered – because it's the most obvious one, or something like that – then we're already a big step closer. Theoretically.
Berapli: =/\= Is there any further information you require? =/\=
Moore: =/\= Response =/\=
Rosek-Skyfire: =/\= Berapli, from your experience with these corridors, which route would a damaged vessel most likely choose? Which makes the most sense? =/\=
Berapli: =/\= The currents push predictably; and your ships are fragile. If they had come directly from where they entered…I will send you the path. =/\=
Iko: =/\= Thank you, again. =/\=
Moore/Varati: Responses
Rosek-Skyfire: We don’t have much time. If the Daintree is as damaged as we think, she might not have long.
Berapli: =/\= There are few beacons left along that route, but I will see if I can connect to them. =/\=
Bec turned to her crew.
Iko: Try and connect the Yosemite to the beacons too if you can.
It wasn’t just incase they couldn’t trust Berapli. It was also in case they lost contact.
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire: =/\= Response =/\=
Berapli: =/\= It was the space itself. The Vaadwaur tore holes wherever they wished; we do not. There are places that even a thousand of your years could not repair. =/\=
Bec furrowed her brow. That was interesting. Especially when you noticed the changing of the colour of the marks on the Turei’s skull.
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire: =/\= Response =/\=
Berapli: =/\= There are reasons we come through these routes but rarely. Shall I lead the way? =/\=
Bec looked between their shuttle crew.
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire: =/\= Response =/\=
Iko: =/\= Yes. =/\=
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire: =/\= Response =/\=
They followed. But Bec was getting a weird feeling about it. Even if both the Turei ship and their own both could move fine through the corridors, past all the debris.
She made a note to herself to buy Kaito a drink for all his flying.
That was when sensors picked up something behind them. Or, rather, a lack of something? What it actually was was the corridor behind them slowly closing, like a really heavy and really low powered sliding door. Except this didn’t look like it was gonna wanna open back up again.
Iko: Is Underspace… closing?
She looked between helm and the data on her console. While the gap was closing slowly. It was also, in some kind of way, chasing after them.
Iko: Kaito?
Moore: Response
Varati/Rosek-Skyfire/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Iko: =/\= What’s happening to the underspace behind us? =/\=
Bec grimmaced, watching shrapnel and debris begin to be annihilated by the closing gap. It was like a whirlpool of the orange texture of the tunnels was spinning around trying to funnel everything in the corridor down the drain. And for the stuff that had been there for years, it was proving pretty successful.
Varati/Rosek-Skyfire/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Then sensors went off about something it had detected on the other side: A Vaadwaar ship—just barely in view of scans.
Iko: Good news—if we get cut off from behind us the Vaadwaar can’t follow. Bad news is the collapsing subspace corridor is still collapsing. And I can play with shields, but I don’t think it’ll do much.
As if to prove her point, a piece of debris that was several hundred years old and about the same size as the Yosemite started to violently crumble under the pressure of this collapsing corridor. It hadn’t seemed to be more than a few hundred meters away.
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Bec looked forward, where they were coming to a crossroads; The next decision of their search. And if they picked the wrong path, Bec had a feeling they weren’t going to be able to come back and change their minds.
She turned to D’Cyra and Lael.
Iko: Please tell me we’re headed in the right direction…
Moore/Varati/Rosek-Skyfire/Berapli: =/\= Response =/\=
Tag/TBC