Lt. Cmd. Silveira: No boom(box)
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May 6, 2026, 6:04:54 PM (4 days ago) May 6
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis-A, deck 11, Hazardous Materials Lab))
The infamous box collected during the away team was laying in front of them. And they were tasked to learn everything about it.
Vitor narrowed his eyes, something crossing his mind.
Silveira: Just out of curiosity does it still read any power? It was attached to a hybridized drive?
The Doc looked down at his console.
Bancroft: There is an internal power source, yes. Rapidly depleting. Battery backup, perhaps, though it isn't behaving like one that merely keeps the lid shut. It’s maintaining something.
Cole: That means opening it wrong doesn’t just damage the container. It could destroy the point of the container.
Breys: I’m seeing the signature too, it’s barely coming through, but the resolution of our scanners can see it.
Tarsan: ::increasing the forcefield’s power, just in case:: Strengthening the brace point…
Silveira: I wonder what is it’s function.
Bancroft: My first instinct would be preservation. My second would be concealment. Given today’s general theme, I hesitate to develop a third.
Breys: Concealment would make the most sense, their shielding methods already imply they’re hiding something.
Vitor frowned. That wasn’t very reassuring.
Bancroft: It may be worth having an external source ready before we finish opening it. If the internal cell collapses while the contents are still depending on it, we may lose whatever state it is preserving. Or whatever trace was left behind when the state was interrupted.
Cole: Then we do it in sequence. External power ready first, before the next seal.
Cole collected an external power unit from the nearby tray and held it out toward Tarsan.
Cole: Here. If this thing starts dying, I’d rather we’re ready before it gets problematic.
Breys: This thing was eating power from a singularity core, are we sure a normal power unit will be enough?
Tarsan: I have no idea, but I really don’t think we should plug it into the warp core.
Vitor arched an eyebrow and leaned forward.
Silveira: Curious…
The first seal went out with a click.
Bancroft: Alright, that is one seal down. ::patting himself down once, clinically:: All major appendages accounted for. How many more?
Cole: However many it is, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.
Breys: It seems like the outer casing shows one more “seal” on it, I’m pretty sure whatever is inside will be in a secure container as well though.
Tarsan: ::looking over the scans:: Yeah I think you’re right on that front.
Vitor nodded and let them carry on with their job.
Bancroft: Everything looks stable on my end. Breys? Tarsan? Nat?
Cole: Looks stable enough to continue. Not stable enough to get comfortable.
Breys: My adjustments should be getting me a clearer view of the internal parts, but the power source is growing more dim on my scans. I can’t see anything without the radiation of the source to contrast against.
Tarsan: I guess… that’re we’re going to have to connect this up…
Silveira: Go ahead Ensign.
A small alert flashed on the console the Doc was using. Vitor turned head to Doc Rogers, thinking of the unspoked question, what’s up Doc?
Bancroft: Internal power is reaching critical depletion. Whatever it’s holding together, hiding, or remembering, it’s running out of time. Is the backup supply ready?
Cole: Backup first. Then the next seal. Let's not let the mysterious box make the decisions.
Breys: I think I see a spot we can pipe it in right… here. The conduits are made for Romulan tech but I think you can make it fit.
Vitor arched an eyebrow. Romulan? How?
What was Romulan tech doing inside an unknown box in the Da’al homeworld.
And right when the new Da’al prototype ship was stolen.
Tarsan: I can make it fit. Anyone got a hammer? ::holding up his hand:: Joking, joking!
Vitor shook his head and smiled, looking at Bancroft as if saying “Another Joker, do you welcome him in the club or shall I?”
But there was a matter of proper posture so Vitor just leaned in and spoke softly.
Silveira: Let’s keep both hammer and jokes aside. Just remember, no explosions.
Bancroft: Response
Vitor tilted his head to Doc Rogers but didn’t speak as Cole called their attention.
Cole: Wait. Something in there just shifted.
Cole had them stop and was inspecting something.
Tarsan: When you say… shifted?
Vitor looked at Cole. He knew the Lieutenant wouldn’t have stopped for nothing.
Silveira: Care to elaborate Lieutenant?
Bancroft: Response
Cole: Grandpa Dorian used to say the worst machines were the polite ones. The ones that kept working right up until they decided not to. This feels like one of those.
Cole began looking for something.
Breys: ::quietly:: What is she doing?
Tarsan: ::shrugs:: I don’t know… but we haven’t got long until the power gives out.
Vitor didn’t really mind the question, but he would like it better that Breys would voice it out instead of whispering.
Bancroft: Response
Breys: May I ask what you are doing, sir?
Cole: Response
Breys: You don’t have to do that alone. I think I can help from here. I can give you a higher resolution image of what you’re working with as the scanning frequencies slide into place.
Vitor looked at Cole and nodded, giving his quiet blessing to Breys suggestion.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Breys: This inner layer is the Multi-Adaptive shielding the tricorders found, it’s like cloak lite for sensors. Once Lieutenant Cole finishes with her inspection, I'm going to try an antiproton scan.
She turned slightly red.
Breys: With permission of course, sir.
Tarsan: Sounds good to me - not that you need my permission ::grinning wryly::
Vitor gave Tarsan a deadpan look before replying.
Silveira: Your call Lieutenant.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
The three worked and Vitor kept an eye on the box that was giving them more questions than answers.
Breys: Activating antiproton scan now, we should be getting a clear outline of internal components soon, no details though.
Tarsan: ::breathing a sigh of relief:: Power supply stable again - don’t think it’ll last for more than an hour or two but it gives us some breathing room.
Silveira: That will be enough time. We have to crack this as soon as possible.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Vitor narrowed his eyes and frowned as the scan results showed on the screen.
He didn’t recognize anything on that contraption, but truth be told he could hardly make heads or tails from the image.
Breys: I’m no Engineer, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Do any of you recognize what we’re looking at? Are we even sure it's technology?
Tarsan: I really really hope that’s not what it looks like… ::checking the scanner, confirming some readings::
Silveira: I never seen anything like that.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Breys: Any ideas on how to get a clearer picture on what this thing is before we open the box completely? Maybe a probe?
Tarsan adjusted something on the scanner and then nodded before speaking.
Tarsan: I don’t think we need to - I know what it is. I’m picking up neutrinos. I am… very sure that’s a repurposed spatial trajector.
Silveira: A what?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan: So uh, remember how I thought there might be an intelligence in there? You’d need somewhere to store the neural matrix. I think rather than using it as a transporter, they’ve used it to fold space in on itself to make a sort of… dimensional pocket.
Vitor blinked as his brain tried to process what Tarsan was saying.
Silveira: How could that happen in such a small container? And with what power?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan gestured to all the readings
Tarsan: I don’t know. It’s possible the pocket will crumple in on itself and destroy the entire thing. Or uh.. It might turn itself inside out and everything inside the pocket would try and… inhabit the same space as everything around it.
Silveira: That’s… Confusing and it sounds bad…
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan: Yeah uh, the metaphor kinda falls apart there.
Silveira: Or on itself from what you said Ensign.
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
Vitor closed his eyes, took a deep breath and rubbed his neck before he spoke again.
Silveira: Let’s see if you are right, Ensign Tarsan. ::He looked at the others:: Anyone have any other thoughts?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
Vitor nodded as he listened to them.
Silveira: OK we can also try that. Just remember, no boom on the box
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
The infamous box collected during the away team was laying in front of them. And they were tasked to learn everything about it.
Vitor narrowed his eyes, something crossing his mind.
Silveira: Just out of curiosity does it still read any power? It was attached to a hybridized drive?
The Doc looked down at his console.
Bancroft: There is an internal power source, yes. Rapidly depleting. Battery backup, perhaps, though it isn't behaving like one that merely keeps the lid shut. It’s maintaining something.
Cole: That means opening it wrong doesn’t just damage the container. It could destroy the point of the container.
Breys: I’m seeing the signature too, it’s barely coming through, but the resolution of our scanners can see it.
Tarsan: ::increasing the forcefield’s power, just in case:: Strengthening the brace point…
Silveira: I wonder what is it’s function.
Bancroft: My first instinct would be preservation. My second would be concealment. Given today’s general theme, I hesitate to develop a third.
Breys: Concealment would make the most sense, their shielding methods already imply they’re hiding something.
Vitor frowned. That wasn’t very reassuring.
Bancroft: It may be worth having an external source ready before we finish opening it. If the internal cell collapses while the contents are still depending on it, we may lose whatever state it is preserving. Or whatever trace was left behind when the state was interrupted.
Cole: Then we do it in sequence. External power ready first, before the next seal.
Cole collected an external power unit from the nearby tray and held it out toward Tarsan.
Cole: Here. If this thing starts dying, I’d rather we’re ready before it gets problematic.
Breys: This thing was eating power from a singularity core, are we sure a normal power unit will be enough?
Tarsan: I have no idea, but I really don’t think we should plug it into the warp core.
Vitor arched an eyebrow and leaned forward.
Silveira: Curious…
The first seal went out with a click.
Bancroft: Alright, that is one seal down. ::patting himself down once, clinically:: All major appendages accounted for. How many more?
Cole: However many it is, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.
Breys: It seems like the outer casing shows one more “seal” on it, I’m pretty sure whatever is inside will be in a secure container as well though.
Tarsan: ::looking over the scans:: Yeah I think you’re right on that front.
Vitor nodded and let them carry on with their job.
Bancroft: Everything looks stable on my end. Breys? Tarsan? Nat?
Cole: Looks stable enough to continue. Not stable enough to get comfortable.
Breys: My adjustments should be getting me a clearer view of the internal parts, but the power source is growing more dim on my scans. I can’t see anything without the radiation of the source to contrast against.
Tarsan: I guess… that’re we’re going to have to connect this up…
Silveira: Go ahead Ensign.
A small alert flashed on the console the Doc was using. Vitor turned head to Doc Rogers, thinking of the unspoked question, what’s up Doc?
Bancroft: Internal power is reaching critical depletion. Whatever it’s holding together, hiding, or remembering, it’s running out of time. Is the backup supply ready?
Cole: Backup first. Then the next seal. Let's not let the mysterious box make the decisions.
Breys: I think I see a spot we can pipe it in right… here. The conduits are made for Romulan tech but I think you can make it fit.
Vitor arched an eyebrow. Romulan? How?
What was Romulan tech doing inside an unknown box in the Da’al homeworld.
And right when the new Da’al prototype ship was stolen.
Tarsan: I can make it fit. Anyone got a hammer? ::holding up his hand:: Joking, joking!
Vitor shook his head and smiled, looking at Bancroft as if saying “Another Joker, do you welcome him in the club or shall I?”
But there was a matter of proper posture so Vitor just leaned in and spoke softly.
Silveira: Let’s keep both hammer and jokes aside. Just remember, no explosions.
Bancroft: Response
Vitor tilted his head to Doc Rogers but didn’t speak as Cole called their attention.
Cole: Wait. Something in there just shifted.
Cole had them stop and was inspecting something.
Tarsan: When you say… shifted?
Vitor looked at Cole. He knew the Lieutenant wouldn’t have stopped for nothing.
Silveira: Care to elaborate Lieutenant?
Bancroft: Response
Cole: Grandpa Dorian used to say the worst machines were the polite ones. The ones that kept working right up until they decided not to. This feels like one of those.
Cole began looking for something.
Breys: ::quietly:: What is she doing?
Tarsan: ::shrugs:: I don’t know… but we haven’t got long until the power gives out.
Vitor didn’t really mind the question, but he would like it better that Breys would voice it out instead of whispering.
Bancroft: Response
Breys: May I ask what you are doing, sir?
Cole: Response
Breys: You don’t have to do that alone. I think I can help from here. I can give you a higher resolution image of what you’re working with as the scanning frequencies slide into place.
Vitor looked at Cole and nodded, giving his quiet blessing to Breys suggestion.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Breys: This inner layer is the Multi-Adaptive shielding the tricorders found, it’s like cloak lite for sensors. Once Lieutenant Cole finishes with her inspection, I'm going to try an antiproton scan.
She turned slightly red.
Breys: With permission of course, sir.
Tarsan: Sounds good to me - not that you need my permission ::grinning wryly::
Vitor gave Tarsan a deadpan look before replying.
Silveira: Your call Lieutenant.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
The three worked and Vitor kept an eye on the box that was giving them more questions than answers.
Breys: Activating antiproton scan now, we should be getting a clear outline of internal components soon, no details though.
Tarsan: ::breathing a sigh of relief:: Power supply stable again - don’t think it’ll last for more than an hour or two but it gives us some breathing room.
Silveira: That will be enough time. We have to crack this as soon as possible.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Vitor narrowed his eyes and frowned as the scan results showed on the screen.
He didn’t recognize anything on that contraption, but truth be told he could hardly make heads or tails from the image.
Breys: I’m no Engineer, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Do any of you recognize what we’re looking at? Are we even sure it's technology?
Tarsan: I really really hope that’s not what it looks like… ::checking the scanner, confirming some readings::
Silveira: I never seen anything like that.
Bancroft/Cole: Response
Breys: Any ideas on how to get a clearer picture on what this thing is before we open the box completely? Maybe a probe?
Tarsan adjusted something on the scanner and then nodded before speaking.
Tarsan: I don’t think we need to - I know what it is. I’m picking up neutrinos. I am… very sure that’s a repurposed spatial trajector.
Silveira: A what?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan: So uh, remember how I thought there might be an intelligence in there? You’d need somewhere to store the neural matrix. I think rather than using it as a transporter, they’ve used it to fold space in on itself to make a sort of… dimensional pocket.
Vitor blinked as his brain tried to process what Tarsan was saying.
Silveira: How could that happen in such a small container? And with what power?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan gestured to all the readings
Tarsan: I don’t know. It’s possible the pocket will crumple in on itself and destroy the entire thing. Or uh.. It might turn itself inside out and everything inside the pocket would try and… inhabit the same space as everything around it.
Silveira: That’s… Confusing and it sounds bad…
Bancroft/Cole/Breys: Response
Tarsan: Yeah uh, the metaphor kinda falls apart there.
Silveira: Or on itself from what you said Ensign.
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
Vitor closed his eyes, took a deep breath and rubbed his neck before he spoke again.
Silveira: Let’s see if you are right, Ensign Tarsan. ::He looked at the others:: Anyone have any other thoughts?
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
Vitor nodded as he listened to them.
Silveira: OK we can also try that. Just remember, no boom on the box
Bancroft/Cole/Breys/Tarsan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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