MSNPC Odyssey Station - Figuring it Out

[Marissa Jeffrey]

((Odyssey Station))

Multiple greeters faded into existence in an otherwise empty room. Whispering back and forth, they finally turned their attention to a screen that had coalesced together out of the wall. Behind them, the Greeter known as Gareth-6 also came into physical form. He looked on with the others.

Greeter: What are they doing?

Gareth-6 considered the question. Without the Guardian, there were far more childlike responses from some of the Greeters than there used to be. The lack of the ability to tap into a knowing central mind was difficult, at best. At times like this, he could only be thankful for the knowledge that had been left behind.

Gareth-6: They see what they want to see, like the others. Like all visitors.

There were nods of agreement that travelled around the room momentarily before silence resumed. One of the visitors seemed to attack, but the station protocol isolated him. Everything seemed to be working just as it should have, and before long, he would be released once the visitors decided where they were going. But that was the thing. They didn't seem to want to decide on a destination. 

Instead, they were simply poking around and trying to figure out something. What that something was, well, Gareth-6 simply did not know. Fading from view in the empty control room, he next found himself in the back of the room with the consoles.

Jacin:  Gentlemen, how goes it?

Dewitt: Hm? Ah, yes... There seems... There is some information on Hitchcock. Doctor, you might want to have a look at the medical data.

Gareth-6 might have raised an eyebrow if he had any. The desire for information was strong in the species before them, but their brains made strange connections.

Dewitt: There also is some kind of charge against Mr. Hitchcock. It looks like he might have to face some kind of hearing. Maybe that is a chance for us to get in contact with whatever beings created this? The location of the trial is given here, but it does not seem to start for another 3 and a half hours.

Any: Response

There was a pause as the man picked up what Gareth-6 recognized as a tricorder.

Dewitt: Regarding the station itself, there is a lot of energy being redirected to some kind of emitters on the station's hull. It generates a lot more than anything I have seen before. A tremendous amount is also diverted through this console. I am not sure what its purpose is, maybe
it is redirected upwards? ::pointing to the roof:: There are more generators that could generate additional energy. If we find a way to access command functions we might be able to create another corridor.

He paused for a second.

Dewitt: But if I am being honest, what the greeter talked about... Finding all the information we need to work out our desires. And to decide on a destination for the corridor to show. I have no clue if he wanted us to rig his command console. ::nodding at Hitchcock:: I don't want to be the second defendant at that trail.

Any: Response 

 

Ar’Gorvalei: ::Looking up from the terminal:: Mr. … Hitchcock is it? … appears to be uninjured. ::Pauses:: This is odd. According to this data, he is showing heightened stimulation of the amygdala – that’s the part of the brain in humans that controls the ‘fight or flight’ reflex, and decreased activity in the frontal lobes. 

 

Any: Response 

 

Ar’Gorvalei: His confinement could be partially responsible, but given his hormone levels, this appears to have begun when we entered the station, if not before. I’m not detecting any external cause, however. 

 

Any: Response 

At that, Gareth-6 moved up into the group and looked over the tall one's shoulder at the readings. 

Gareth-6: We could allow transport back to your ship if the confinement is harmful in some manner. Usually we would wait until your destination has been chosen, but if you allow such behavior on your ship, we will not judge nor argue.

Dewitt/Jacin/Ar'Gorvalei/Collins: Response?

Looking around the room without any expression, Gareth-6 considered everything and remembered some of what the Guardian has left in the system.

Gareth-6: The station will show you what you want, you will have to work out where to go. 

Dewitt/Jacin/Ar'Gorvalei/Collins: Response?

Turning to address who seemed to be the leader, the Greeter bowed ever so slightly.

Gareth-6: We understand the Ways have been forgotten. We have been forgotten. How can I assist you in remembering how to use this station?

Dewitt/Jacin/Ar'Gorvalei/Collins: Response?

TAG/TBC

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Odyssey Station

as simmed by

Commander Ash MacKenna

Chief Intelligence Officer

USS Arrow

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