Lieutenant Anton Richards - A Newly Optimized Tricorder
Writer Guy
((Lower Aft Cargo Bay, Deck 11, USS Octavia E Butler))
Nilsen: You gotta teach me how to do that. How ya do that? Since when have tricorders been aggressive.
Anton had learnt a few tricks of the trade, most of which came from his various different shipmates, or from holodeck simulations.
Richards: ::smiling:: Nothing special really. I just adjusted the size parameters to something variably larger, or smaller. Eliminating some of the assumptions that were being made.
Anton wasn’t a scientist or an engineer, but he definitely liked breaking open Starfleet tech and playing around with the functionality. Once Anton had made those adjustments it had been relatively easy to dispel the illusion.
Arlill entered the cargo bay and headed towards Anton and Nilsen before being greeted by the ladder.
Nilsen: Sup Tox, you’re meant to be in sick bay?
Arlill: No need, I’m not sick, what are you up to?
Anton nodded towards Arlill in greeting,
Richards: Working on this.
Anton stood with his arms crossed examining the crate.
Nilsen: We got ourselves a mystery crate, our scanners can’t get through it, my codes don’t work on it, brute force won’t work. But Richards here just did a magic trick with a tricorder.
Arlill: Above board I hope ::eyeing the security officer:: I don’t need to be called to the principal’s office on Nilsen’s account.
Anton’s smile turned into a look of worry as he tucked away what was probably just a Bicorder now.
Richards: Of course…
He looked towards Nilsen hoping for a quick change of topics.
Nilsen: That trick did something, I’m getting a slightly clearer image. There’s just one problem, while that was brilliant Anton, it’s got two more locks.
Richards: Whatever it is, it definitely wasn’t meant for us to see.
Nilsen: But…I wonder, Computer scan the contents of this crate.
Anton was thankful that he was requesting the computer's assistance, and not the use of Anton’s certainly not broken tool.
Computer: ::dryly:: Oh sure, because I've had so much luck scanning this crate so far. I'll just give it another try, shall I?
Anton thought he might have found a friend in this slightly sarcastic computer system.
Nilsen: Please.
Anton glanced into the open space above his head, as if the computer had existed there.
Computer: The contents of this crate include a quantum flux regulator, a subatomic particle integrator, and a tachyon field generator.
Nilsen: What that make? Part of a transporter? A replicator? I’ve got my own quantum flux regulator, they’re as common as a 21st century screwdriver, but the other two? I can’t see the connection
Arlill: ::eyeballing the JG:: That flux better not be from inventory… (beat) We need to get this open, I’ll take responsibility and issue an order for you two to get into it. I’m still skeptical if that’s what’s really inside.
Anton looked towards the pair.
Richards: But uhh. How are we going to open it?
Nilsen: response
Arlill: If you have to, move the crate to an independent lab, we don’t need any surprises.
This seemed like a logical move.
Richards: Considering we don’t know for sure what we’ll find, it might be best not to put the rest of the cargo at risk. Better safe than sorry.
Nilsen: response
Anton nodded.
Richards: I guess we can take it from here.
Arlill: I’m not going anywhere, I’m curious about this as well.
Anton had hoped that Arlill would have exited the cargo bay and left Anton and Nilsen to their devices, not because he had anything against Arlill, but because the “newly optimized” tricorder that Anton had been using was now slightly zapping him through the material of his uniform.
Richards: I uhh. Good idea. The more people on this the better.
Nilsen/Arlill: Response
Anton was jolted once more by the pesky tool, forcing him to instinctively remove it from his uniform in a throw-like fashion. It hit the floor with a loud smash.
Richards: Oh. I think I broke my tricorder… by dropping it on the ground just now.
Anton looked above his head again, hoping the computer would interject.
Nilsen/Arlill: Response
Richards: So where is this independent bay?
Nilsen/Arlill: Response
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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