Ensign Tho’Bi - That (Un)Syncing Feeling....

[Tobi]

((Onboard Unknown Vessel - Location as Yet Unknown))

Off-beat rhythms. The deck trembled to off-beat rhythms. Something was out of sync. This ship felt like it was fighting with itself. Ill-calibrated systems knocking others off-axis, a cascade failure of the ill-judged, the ill-maintained, or the ill-conceived.

Antennae twitched as he explored the vibrations and modulations of this unknown vessel.

Silveira: Let’s get going. We are to meet Dariell. The equivalent to our Chief Engineer.

I suggest you run a few scans, Ensign Tho’bi. Ensign Cole, what is your Security assessment ?

Tho'Bi: ::quietly:: Aye, Aye, sir.

Engineering Tricorder snapped out of its utility belt snug and flipped open. Blue fingers danced across inputs and the Tricorder beeped and chirped in response. 

Cole: Response 

His spatial awareness was still not one hundred percent. The world felt melted around the edges. Objects on the peripheral collided into each other and became warped and unrecognisable to him. It was in that mess, that the young Andorian sensed a flickering movement.

Instinctively, the Andorian turned toward an opening in the bulkhead. A small figure stood in, what the Andorian assumed must be a doorway. 

Not surprisingly his two tactical/security companions had also noted the small figure. It was the Chief who ventured word into the silence. 

Silveira: Hello we are from the USS Artemis and we are here to render aid, am I, by any chance addressing Dariell?

Dariell: Response 

The young Andorian watched as introductions were made, quietly waiting his turn. 

Silveira: A pleasure to meet you, even under these circumstances. I am Lieutenant … :: Vitor paused and almost immediately corrected himself.:: Commander Silveira.

Cole: Response 

Dariell: Response?

Silveira: Response 

The Andorian Engineer stepped forward and bowed slightly. 

Tho'Bi: ::quiet and measured:: I am Ensign Tho’Bi. I am an Engineer.   

Dariell: Response 

Tho’Bi: I have brought some tools and equipment ::beat:: With your permission ::bows:: perhaps we could with most critical systems.

Dariell: Response 

Silveira: I concur. After all, accidents happen all the time. And the faster we can help, the better.

Cole: Response

Vitor took to the side of Dariel.

Silveira: How often has this happened?

The young Andorian watched the exchange unfold between the Chief and humanoid Engineer. He saw little point in interjecting. There was something odd about the manner in which the humanoid Engineer expressed Engineering concepts. He couldn’t quite figure what it was… 

The Andorian Engineer shrugged and turned his attention to his Tricorder. 

Dariel / Cole: Response

The Chief was frowning, unusual for the typically upbeat Lieutenant Commander. 

Silveira: We are here to help and wish to run some scans for better assistance.

Dariel: Response 

Chirp! A yellow light pulsed on the Engineering Tricorder.

Tho'Bi: ::looking at Tricorder:: I believe the Tricorder has located their computer core. ::looks up:: Perhaps we could start there. 

Dariel/Silveira/Cole: Response 

((Corridor Section - Onboard Unknown Vessel))

The corridor, like the doorway, was hexagonal, presumably to accommodate the Boraxian's four arms. The corridor was punctuated by heavy bulkheads, also hexagonal, protruding into the corridor on walls, ceiling and floor. This meant stepping over each bulkhead and, for those over six foot tall, ducking under at the same time.

The party of four moved along the corridor in a rhythmic step/duck motion, one after another.  

Lightning was provided by lengths of triangular-shaped tubes. The sets of triangle tubes were attached to either side of each bulkhead. Each isosceles right angled triangle was set, their right-angle nestled in the right angle of bulkhead to decking, bulkhead to wall, or bulkhead to ceiling. This left the base or hypotenuse side projecting a shimmering metallic light out into the corridor.  

The light cast the corridor, an ever-shifting blend, from the warm yellow of gold to deep brown and red undertone of bronze, to the copper mix of orange and red, followed by the cool grey and white of silver, shifting into the pale grey and white of platinum, and finally to brass, where upon its warm yellow and greenish undertone would blend back to gold.

Dariel/Silveira/Cole: Response (if required)

In time the kaleidoscopic metallic shimmer shift of the corridor reached a hexagonal doorway. This opened up into a large hexagonal space.  

((Computer Core - Onboard Unknown Vessel))

The doorway appeared to provide the only access to the room. It took up one of the room's six walls. Directly opposite the doorway, a large schematic of the ship was crafted into the wall. Lights blinked on and off as one at various points across the schematic.

Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Sir, this appears to be a master system display ::points at the lights on the schematic:: I think it is in failsafe ::beat:: they may not know the extent of the damage. 

Silveira: Response 

Dariel/Cole: Response 

On either side of the crafted ship schematic, on the left and right flanking walls, banks of optical sub-processors, were arranged around a central hexagonal core that shimmered, like the approaching corridor, in an ever-shifting blend of metallic light. The two systems were entirely symmetrical, apart from the light patterns of their respective hexagonal cores, their colours blending out of sync with each other. 

Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Twin computer cores ::points at hexagonal cores:: …but they're out of sync.

His antennae had sensed as much when they beamed aboard. This ship was at odds with itself.

Silveira: Response 

Dariel/Cole: Response 

Opposite each of the computer cores, on the flanking walls either side of the doorway, small hexagonal sockets, arranged in hexagonal racks of increasing size, from their respective centre outward. A mess of glistening transparent cables of optical fibre, crisscrossed each other, connecting one hexagonal socket to another.

Tho'Bi: ::looking at Tricorder:: Optical fibre connects the ship systems in a socket exchange. ::gestures at racks:: core systems located at the centre ::hand sweeps outward:: …second systems on the outside. 

Silveira: Response 

Dariel/Cole: Response 

At the centre of the room stood four hexagonal columns of equal size and height. The columns were positioned so a humanoid could stand comfortably at the centre of them. Each column appeared to have a control console, which sloped inwards around the centre point.

The Andorian stood at the centre point and examined the sloped control consoles.  

Each of the four sloped consoles were made up of 61 tiny transparent hexagons. The 61 transparent hexagons appeared able to light up in any of the metallic colours. Each tiny hexagon formed a “mechanical pixel”, allowing each panel to have a resolution of 61 mechanical pixels.

Dark blue eyes looked down at the four consoles and then at the four arms of their reluctant tour guide, and finally his gaze returned to the four columns. 

Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: it appears I need an additional pair of hands.

Dariel/Silveira/Cole: Response

TAGs/TBC

((OOC: Having just read Jo's Sim… and her description of the corridors built for comfort, I figure Lieutenant Commander Silveira's team, we're on a maintenance sublevel - where things are more rough and ready. Exposed bulkheads, etc…

The optical subprocessors were from “[Mission Teaser/JP] MSNPCs Luirétt, Vahljeahn & Dariell - The First Day of the Rest of our Lives”.))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

A240203T11