Lt. Silveira: Goggles, spectacles and glasses.
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May 1, 2025, 5:36:23 PM5/1/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Crashed Jem'Hadar Fighter - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))
Back with the others after climbing down and up from the side of the fighter’s “bridge”
Vitor took another deep breath and closed his eyes. The climbing down and up had taken a little of his energy down.
Silveira: We put it around our neck?
Imril: Over your head, like a pair of headphones. Here, let me take that.
Imril took the eyepiece and tested its weight in their hands, and held the device out from their head and looked at the rifle
Morgan’s brow furrowed again, and he pointed at the eyepiece, then the rifle.
Morgan: Can you see anything… helpful?
Vitor finally got his breathing in a regular pace and leaned forward. He raised his hand to Kyle.
Silveira: Let Imril settle in with it, Kyle. That isn’t an LCARS system
Imril: I think I actually have to wear it. This box on the other side, here, that’s a neural interface of some sort. The units the Niners found had no security lockouts. Ordinarily, I’d make sure this one didn’t with my tricorder, but… Well, the rest of this ship didn’t have any security going on, did it?
Imril stiffened their spine, and raised the device to their head. The eyepiece on a path towards their left eye.
Vitor trusted Imril’s skills. They hadn’t worked together for that long, but Vitor had a very good impression of them.
Silveira: Remember baby steps. Take it slowly, the last thing we want is the ship firing.
Imril: I’m in no hurry, trust me. OK, a little hurry. This isn’t the best-smelling place for -- Eiaah!
Morgan: Ensign?
Vitor tried to keep quiet, not bothering Imril.
Silveira: C’mon Ensign, time to show us that famed Engineering magic
Imril: It will be magic enough if I can keep standing. Wow. I can’t tell if I’m looking at you two through the eyepiece, or if the image of you is being stamped directly onto my brain, or both.
Morgan: Are you able to continue?
Silveira: If its hurting you maybe you can let one of us try
Imril: Give me, give me a moment. I think I’m getting used to it. There’s no control panel to look at or blink commands to. Just a view of the space around me. ::Looking towards the rifle, focusing on it:: Oh! Found the zoom function!
Imril shook their head, and reached out with their hand. Offering their wrist light to whoever would take it. Kyle accepted the device.
Imril: I have an idea. Someone take that outside, please, and shine it around the walls of the corridor we passed.
Vitor tipped his head to Kyle, since he was the one already with the light. Kyle raised an eyebrow and nodded, retreating back into the corridor.
Imril stared at the wall near the door.
Imril: Yeah, I'm looking through the wall into the other corridor. This thing might be responding to micro-movements of my eye. Tracking where I’m trying to focus and showing me what’s there. Either that, or it's drilling into my brain to work out which way I want to look. Hard to tell which.
Morgan: I assume that’s a good thing?
Silveira: It's a start right.
Imril looked back to the rifle.
Imril: ::Wincing:: No good. It’s not acknowledging any energy traces at all. Just applying zoom-and-enhance filters to the outside of the weapon. But I think we can piece together a full spherical view of the ship with this thing. It’s just a matter of staring in the right direction and seeing what system or systems are active. I’m open to other ideas.
Imril pulled the device from their head, and gasped with relief.
Morgan: There must still be something still active on the ship that’s creating the interference… Sil, maybe you’d better take over for Imril…
Vitor raised an eyebrow, but thought to ease the situation a with a little provocation.
Silveira: Why Doctor, too afraid to try these goggles on
Imril: response
Kyle shot Vitor a skeptical look. Vitor winked at Imril as he took the eyepiece.
Morgan: Hey, I wouldn’t even know where to start with the thing. And besides, if I go down, who’s gonna look after the two of you? Gila’s gonna have my behind as it is!
Silveira: I get it. Fine let me handle the spectacles
Imril: Response
Morgan looked to Imril, then pointed at the device.
Morgan: You think you can coach him through how to use that?
Imril: Response
Vitor listened to Imril and nodded, showing he understood what they were saying.
Slowly he picked the eyepiece and put it on like Imril had explained.
His eyes widened, and forewarned about what he would feel, Vitor was better prepared for the change in view. Although he didn’t feel any discomfort or pain.
Silveira: Damn… These are some weird glasses.
Imril/Morgan: Response
He blinked and looked around, it was hard to describe what he was actually seeing. But it was like a juxtaposition of sorts, that his brain was slowly processing.
Silveira: OK so, I need to look for a bright light? Something red? This is a weird color spectrum and not easy as it looks.
Imril/Morgan: Response
Vitor nodded, then he remembered something and tilted his head sideways. Interestingly that gave him a clearer view now, it was as if he could see a sort of layering, of walls, hatches, consoles.
He looked at the command center, and then slowly began scanning around.
Silveira: Well at least there isn’t any text we can’t read. ::He tipped his head again and pointed to a side wall:: There… Let’s head in that direction… I see a… Glow?
Imril/Morgan: Response
Vitor began to gesture to them, as if he was drawing in the air the way there.
Silveira: I think I might be getting the handle of these glasses. We just have to follow these corridors.
Imril/Morgan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Back with the others after climbing down and up from the side of the fighter’s “bridge”
Vitor took another deep breath and closed his eyes. The climbing down and up had taken a little of his energy down.
Silveira: We put it around our neck?
Imril: Over your head, like a pair of headphones. Here, let me take that.
Imril took the eyepiece and tested its weight in their hands, and held the device out from their head and looked at the rifle
Morgan’s brow furrowed again, and he pointed at the eyepiece, then the rifle.
Morgan: Can you see anything… helpful?
Vitor finally got his breathing in a regular pace and leaned forward. He raised his hand to Kyle.
Silveira: Let Imril settle in with it, Kyle. That isn’t an LCARS system
Imril: I think I actually have to wear it. This box on the other side, here, that’s a neural interface of some sort. The units the Niners found had no security lockouts. Ordinarily, I’d make sure this one didn’t with my tricorder, but… Well, the rest of this ship didn’t have any security going on, did it?
Imril stiffened their spine, and raised the device to their head. The eyepiece on a path towards their left eye.
Vitor trusted Imril’s skills. They hadn’t worked together for that long, but Vitor had a very good impression of them.
Silveira: Remember baby steps. Take it slowly, the last thing we want is the ship firing.
Imril: I’m in no hurry, trust me. OK, a little hurry. This isn’t the best-smelling place for -- Eiaah!
Morgan: Ensign?
Vitor tried to keep quiet, not bothering Imril.
Silveira: C’mon Ensign, time to show us that famed Engineering magic
Imril: It will be magic enough if I can keep standing. Wow. I can’t tell if I’m looking at you two through the eyepiece, or if the image of you is being stamped directly onto my brain, or both.
Morgan: Are you able to continue?
Silveira: If its hurting you maybe you can let one of us try
Imril: Give me, give me a moment. I think I’m getting used to it. There’s no control panel to look at or blink commands to. Just a view of the space around me. ::Looking towards the rifle, focusing on it:: Oh! Found the zoom function!
Imril shook their head, and reached out with their hand. Offering their wrist light to whoever would take it. Kyle accepted the device.
Imril: I have an idea. Someone take that outside, please, and shine it around the walls of the corridor we passed.
Vitor tipped his head to Kyle, since he was the one already with the light. Kyle raised an eyebrow and nodded, retreating back into the corridor.
Imril stared at the wall near the door.
Imril: Yeah, I'm looking through the wall into the other corridor. This thing might be responding to micro-movements of my eye. Tracking where I’m trying to focus and showing me what’s there. Either that, or it's drilling into my brain to work out which way I want to look. Hard to tell which.
Morgan: I assume that’s a good thing?
Silveira: It's a start right.
Imril looked back to the rifle.
Imril: ::Wincing:: No good. It’s not acknowledging any energy traces at all. Just applying zoom-and-enhance filters to the outside of the weapon. But I think we can piece together a full spherical view of the ship with this thing. It’s just a matter of staring in the right direction and seeing what system or systems are active. I’m open to other ideas.
Imril pulled the device from their head, and gasped with relief.
Morgan: There must still be something still active on the ship that’s creating the interference… Sil, maybe you’d better take over for Imril…
Vitor raised an eyebrow, but thought to ease the situation a with a little provocation.
Silveira: Why Doctor, too afraid to try these goggles on
Imril: response
Kyle shot Vitor a skeptical look. Vitor winked at Imril as he took the eyepiece.
Morgan: Hey, I wouldn’t even know where to start with the thing. And besides, if I go down, who’s gonna look after the two of you? Gila’s gonna have my behind as it is!
Silveira: I get it. Fine let me handle the spectacles
Imril: Response
Morgan looked to Imril, then pointed at the device.
Morgan: You think you can coach him through how to use that?
Imril: Response
Vitor listened to Imril and nodded, showing he understood what they were saying.
Slowly he picked the eyepiece and put it on like Imril had explained.
His eyes widened, and forewarned about what he would feel, Vitor was better prepared for the change in view. Although he didn’t feel any discomfort or pain.
Silveira: Damn… These are some weird glasses.
Imril/Morgan: Response
He blinked and looked around, it was hard to describe what he was actually seeing. But it was like a juxtaposition of sorts, that his brain was slowly processing.
Silveira: OK so, I need to look for a bright light? Something red? This is a weird color spectrum and not easy as it looks.
Imril/Morgan: Response
Vitor nodded, then he remembered something and tilted his head sideways. Interestingly that gave him a clearer view now, it was as if he could see a sort of layering, of walls, hatches, consoles.
He looked at the command center, and then slowly began scanning around.
Silveira: Well at least there isn’t any text we can’t read. ::He tipped his head again and pointed to a side wall:: There… Let’s head in that direction… I see a… Glow?
Imril/Morgan: Response
Vitor began to gesture to them, as if he was drawing in the air the way there.
Silveira: I think I might be getting the handle of these glasses. We just have to follow these corridors.
Imril/Morgan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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