MSNPC Dariell - Chants'n'Secrets
CPT Arianus
(( Computer Core, New Hope ))
Starfleeters admired their technology, and to Dariell's please, perhaps even to understand the nuances of its functioning.
Cole: ::to Dariell:: Are these controls designed to be used in unison or are they individually specialized?
Dariell: One core work while the other precomputes.
They hoped that their answer would satisfy Ensign Cole and turn their attention to the blue Andorian engineer. He, with his PADD, tried to decode the mainframe, but Dariell wasn’t sure if that would be of any help to Andorian, as he didn’t know the matrix.
Dariell: If it will be any help, I can share any necessary working instructions or maintenance manuals. They can help you better understand how things might differ from your experience.
Although it required sifting through thousands of pages, in Dariell's opinion, they were clearly more advanced in modern technologies despite their physical shortcomings, so it shouldn't be a problem for them. Their leader nodded.
Silveira: We are very thankful for that Dariell.
Dariell quickly marked up the basic manual package on their tablet, which spanned only three thousand pages, and sent it over to the engineer's device. The beeping sounds from the devices of them all, coupled with the intrigued expression on the blue giant's face, signaled that their devices were compatible in some way. That piqued Dariell's curiosity. The Andorian shifted his attention to Dariell and bowed. It looked like he was not keen on spending another few hours buried in reading after all.
Dariell: Or you can instruct me on what to do, that may be quicker?
They seemed to agree.
Cole: That admittedly might be quicker. ::looking to Silveira and Tho’Bi::
Silveira: I think that’s a brilliant idea. ::Vitor politely gestured for Dariell to take the console as he stepped to Tho’Bi’s side.:: I trust you can both coordinate and work together. Why don’t we try and get those cores in sync? That might be a good starting point.
Tho’Bi stepped away from the controls and held a paler than usual blue hand out towards the vacated space.
Tho'Bi: ::to Dariell:: I grew up on the edge of Federation Space ::bows slightly:: the technology of other civilisations has always been a source of fascination and inspiration.
As the Chief and the two Engineers chatted nearby, Security Ensign Cole leaned against the sturdy bulkhead that surrounded the entrance to the Computer Core.
Dariell: Then me hopes that ours will live to the fascination, Engineer Tho’Bi.
Starfleet chief smiled and turned to Cole.
Silveira: Well neither me nor Ensign Cole beamed down just for the pleasure of the conversation. If we can be of use we will help of course. ::he turned to Cole:: We might not be Engineers but we can press buttons and plug or unplug stuff. After all, we are a team… ::He smiled and opened his arms:: You know a team… Not A-Team…
The words left Dariell looking visibly puzzled as they rested their hands on the keyboard of the computer core mainframe.
Dariell: A team? Do you usually not cooperate between your functions?
The Chief shrugged and clasped his hands together.
Silveira: Never mind… Really silly joke… Now shall we get our hands to work?
The following words clearly failed to resonate with any sense of understanding from the Yurum engineer, as Dariell glanced down at their hands and then back at Silveira, before returning to the mainframe.
Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: With your permission Lieutenant Commander ::holds up PADD:: I shall transmit this information back to Artemis ::beat:: so other teams might make use of it.
Silveira: ::Nodding:: Of course Ensign, proceed.
The Andorian nodded.
Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Aye, Aye. Sir.
As Tho'Bi and the commander were engaged in conversation, Cole turned to address the waiting Dariell.
Cole: ::to Dariell:: Have you experienced any other system failures recently?
Yurum's face expressed something that could have been a smile.
Dariell: This is a huge ship, Ensign Cole, and requires continuous maintenance by those who hold the knowledge of the machine.
Tho'Bi: ::quiet deliberate:: The core misalignment is increasing exponentially. ::beat:: This suggests a perpetual problem.
Silveira: You mean the unalignment is self sustaining?
Dariell was not listening to the conversation between Tho’Bi and Silveira, but the word “core” brought their attention to the sentence and the commander's following words.
Dariell: Yes, Lieutenant Commander Silveira. The ship requires many, so the computer needs to have many immediate answers to questions as they arise. The primary core oversees operations and addresses inquiries, while the secondary core foresees the questions that may be asked. Since reality is singular, the secondary core must be anchored in it, or it may chant its will unexpectedly.
Cole: ::to Dariell:: Are there traditions or customs aboard we should be mindful of while assisting?
Dariell: Yes. Respect the machine, and enjoy its gifts.
Dariell turned their sight back to the computer cores.
Cole: ::to Dariell:: What led you to request assistance from Starfleet, if I may ask?
Dariell: Me did not. This question is for our leaders to answer.
The Andorian engineer meanwhile analyzed the data he earlier obtained. And as it seemed, found the answer.
Tho'Bi: ::to himself:: Cosmic drift. ::to Dariell:: This ship is old. And… the Boraxian people come from the Gamma Quadrant.
Dariell didn’t know what engineer meant with Gama Quadrant. Possibly Starfleet named their city ship as so, maybe?
Possibly their confusion was visible, because Andorian continued in his lecture.
Tho'Bi: Because Starfleet vessels travel vast distances, our computer cores are isolated from variations in gravitational density.
Dariell’s puzzled face changed as they finally started to understand a little of what Starfleeter was saying.
Tho'Bi: Older and short range spacecraft do not ::beat:: they compensate through algorithmic adjustment set to their region of space.
Dariell nodded as they connected those words to what they called the concepts of arcoastronomica, fundamental to their learning about the function of astronavigation systems and how they triangulated a course for the colony ship. But those didn’t have much in common with computer cores.
Tho'Bi: ::holding up PADD:: Dariell, if you enter this new value into the gravitational field density compensation algorithm of your two computer cores, I believe we will achieve a stable synchronisation ::holds out PADD and bows slightly::
Dariell: As you advise.
Silveira first flashed a smile at Tho’Bi before turning his attention to Dariell.
Silveira: Good job Ensign. It’s your turn Dariell.
Dariell: I will still need to see the proper signs to instruct the machine, Lieutenant Commander.
Silveira: I am sure Tho’Bi can translate that for you. ::He looked hopeful to Tho’Bi:: Right Ensign?
The Andorian Engineer nodded. His fingers danced over the PADD screen, allowing the device to convert the complex scientific data into a straightforward array of Boraxian symbols, which he then presented back to Dariell.
Tho'Bi: ::respectfully:: The computer has identified these symbols as the Boraxian equivalent of our gravitational field density compensation algorithm ::bows slightly::
Dariell smiled and nodded, fully grasping the new chant for the machine now. Their eyes memorized the signs, and after a moment, they returned their attention to the cores. With their fingers splayed across the four keyboards, they began to weave a melody, producing tones that resonated at frequencies audible only to Dariell and the cores, yet still resonant to Andorians' spatial perception. But neither of those could young Yurum know.
Unable to hear the tune as well as the commander couldn’t, Ensign Cole spoke over at Silveira from the doorway.
Cole: If you need any extra help just let us know.
Silveira quietly approached Cole to ensure their conversation wouldn't disturb the engineers.
Silveira: This is the part where we let the Engineers do the work and watch Ensign Cole.
Cole: ::nodding:: Can we chat for a second? ::stepping more to the side.
Silveira: Response
The ever-shifting colors of the two computer cores responded to the played tones, displaying a dynamic array of hues. A full spectrum of metallic shades swirled in an ever-rotating circular pattern, from gold to bronze, copper to silver, platinum to brass…
Dariell opened their mouth to chant in the same frequencies as the tunes did, their face alight with excitement as they observed the cores’ response to the tones and their vocal instructions, ignoring the conversations between the security ensign and the lieutenant commander.
Cole: ::quietly to Silveira:: Call it a gut feeling, but something about this feels like we’re only getting a partial picture of what’s going on here..
Silveira: Response
Cole: ::raising her hand to her chin:: What I mean is, it’s like they're hesitant to trust us with the whole picture. I don’t want to presume their purposely lying to us, but more omitting information.
Silveira: Response
The colors of the computer cores began to dab across the cores in invisible brushstrokes.
The Andorian’s dark blue eyes tracked the changing colours with a deep fascination, until within short moments the two sets of colours shifted in sync with each other. Dariell closed their mouth, and their fingers closed the tones’ melody.
Dariell: It’s done. Understanding is one.
Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: Confirmed, Lieutenant Commander. Computer Cores are synced.
Silveira: Response
Cole: Response
The Andorian studied the ship's schematic engraved on the wall between the two computer cores. Half of the lights at the vessel's top pulsed rhythmically together, while the other half shimmered in a variety of metallic shades. Lines of light began to creep across the lower section of the schematic, glowing with different intensities. In some areas, these glowing lines were entirely halted, creating noticeable gaps that disrupted their flow.
Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: We appear to have the Master System Display for this part of the ship ::gestures with PADD in hand:: but not for the decks above us.
Silveira: Response
Dariell shrugged their upper pair of shoulders as their lower arms pointed to MSD.
Dariell: This system displays only the necessary data needed here. For a comprehensive review of malfunctions throughout the entire ship, we have a full display in the engineering control room.
Cole: Response
Balancing the tricorder in one hand and the PADD in the other, the Andorian engineer scanned the operational area of the Master System Display. Turning to Silveira, he gestured with his PADD.
Tho'Bi: ::to Silveira:: I believe I have located Engineering ::turns to Dariell:: my skills will be of most use to you there. ::bows slightly::
Silveira: Response
Dariell: ::to Silveira:: I can take your team there, commander, if you wish. ::to Tho’Bi:: Engineer Tho'Bi, as you, I believe you will be valuable there.
Cole: Response
The Yurum engineer led them back to the corridor, but they quickly stopped next to one of the doors.
Dariell: It would be a long walk to the warp core. It is a deck below and half a ship's length away from here, so we wait for the cabin.
As they all waited for the cabin, Dariell smiled at Cole.
Dariell: Yes, the lights should calm your mind, Ensign Cole.
Cole: Response?
Dariell: The lights, you asked before if they meant to mesmerize.
The conversation came to a halt as the door swung open. It was time to move on.
(( Engineering, New Hope ))
Where Starfleet embraced open access and a sense of spaciousness, the Boraxian Colony Ship opted for a more confined and isolated atmosphere. As one entered, a glass wall directly opposite the entrance revealed the top of the ship's heart: a warp core that pulsed rhythmically, casting a soft, luminous glow that danced across the room. This gentle radiance accentuated the two walls flanking the glass wall, which were lined with a series of informal consoles. Each console flickered with streams of data, showcasing the status of various ship systems; their screens alive with graphs, alerts, and stats, woven together in a complex tapestry. On the remaining wall stood a larger, albeit more rudimentary, version of the Main System Display, reminiscent of the smaller brother in a computer core room.
The engineering controls were carefully organized, with workstations arranged in a formation similar to a starship bridge, with the glass wall serving as a viewing screen. But there was one problem.
Where workstations alone indicated that there should be at least twenty engineers, Dariell with the Artemis away team almost doubled the number of present crew members when they arrived.
Dariell: Be welcomed to the nerve center of New Hope Engineering. Where would you please to see as first?
Silveira/Tho’Bi/Cole: Response
Young Yurum nodded and escorted them to an unoccupied workstation. It wasn’t the closest.
Dariell: There. Engineer Tho’Bi, you can gain insights into areas where you can assist us. ::turns to Silveira and Cole:: Lieutenant Commander, Ensign, be our guests. Would you like chairs or something to drink before Engineer Tho'Bi finishes his analysis?
Silveira/Tho’Bi/Cole: Response
TAG/TBC
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Dariell
Chief Mechanic of the Sectarian Faction
As simmed by
Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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