Commodore Jalana Rajel - What happens in the Nebula (Mission Start)
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Dec 1, 2025, 11:10:44 PM (4 days ago) Dec 1
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(( USS Constitution-B, Bridge ))
The bridge crew looked busy, though she knew they weren’t that busy. Most of it was routine now that they were back on the way. After the last events Starfleet had given them easy assignments. A couple of errand flights such as escorting someone or retrieving something and now they had to make deliveries of equipment and medical supplies to Pelleus. When calculating the flight path to the planet they had noticed that flying the recommended path would take them several days. However if they took a straight path through the Rigar Nebula it would cut that time in half.
Jalana leaned back in her big center chair, green eyes casting on the green. She still was getting used to the way things looked a bit different now that she had her artificial eye. The way it looked just a little bit off, not only for her but for others too, made it clear it was a prosthetic but she liked it that way. Every now and then she looked around the bridge, zooming in or scanning something to get used to the way the mechanics worked.
But now she had her gaze resting on the nebula that had expanded on the front screen as the ship entered into the soup of gasses and dust particles. The colours varied from purple, blue, pinks to brighter less defined shades. Reaction between the elements and the debris and dust that had formed this mass in the way of their path.
Rajel: Scanners?
T’Seva: Response
Jalana nodded, just as she had expected. About 90% of the nebulae she had been inside in her lifetimes were disturbing the sensors so much that they couldn’t see anything unless they looked out of a window and this wasn’t better. The further they went inside, the more interference they got on the viewscreen, the disturbances just increasing so they only knew that the nebula was out there because they were flying right into it.
Rajel: You heard it, you’ll have to fly manually.
T’Aven: Understood, Sir. Switching to manual controls.
Rajel: Indrid, use what little sensors we have to collect data about the nebula. Barely anyone has been down here far enough to get any information.
Yirah: Response
The Trill leaned back in the seat and formed a triangle with her fingers tapping the index fingers against her chin. After another moment of enduring the horrible visual noise on the screen she tapped her badge.
Rajel: =/\= Bridge to Engineering. I need you to try to improve our sensors. I know it’s difficult but I need to be able to see where we are flying. =/\=
Mingxing: =/\= Response =/\=
As the line closed the Commodore stood up from her seat. Not because something was wrong. But she didn’t like sitting around without something to do. These errand flights were not really the most exciting part of Starfleet and it was the third in a row. So she stretched her back and looked over at her crew. Even with something as boring as this they still did their work dutifully and without complaining. Not every day could be exciting and they all knew that.
Just as she thought that the proximity alarm on the helm turned on she whipped around, seeing the Vulcan in the pilot seat scrambling to try to find out what was happening. While she didn’t know what it was she figured that continuing to fly may be a bad idea.
Rajel: Full stop.
T’Aven: Engines disengaged.
Rajel: Can you make out anything on the screen?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
It was difficult to see, but in between all the visual noise and interference - that really made Jalana wish they had a plain window to the front - was something right before them that looked different from before. There was still a nebula but it looked.. Solid? And the twinkle of stars that had been scattered through the nebula or beyond it shining through was gone.
Rajel: Anyone got an idea what we’re seeing?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
A planet. A planet?? She whirled around to look at who had said that.
Rajel: What? There wasn’t anything mentioned on the charts when we prepared the flight path. ::She turned to the screen again.:: Can you scan it?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
Of course, it would have been too night to be able to. After a moment she pressed her badge.
Rajel: =/\= Rajel to Diz’mim. Come to the bridge, we found a... surprise. =/\=
The Vulcan did as she was told, reversing and slowly moving backwards. It only took a moment before Diz came from his office and Jalana peeked over him, waving him closer and gesturing with her head towards the badly transmitting view screen.
Rajel: It takes a moment to see, but have a look.
Ch'Nilmani: Response
As the ship still backed off a bit it did not really help with the interference, but in the few moments that they had a view it looked like they were near a sphere in the middle of the nebula. It didn’t look metallic or tech, so the idea that had been posed before that it was a planet, albeit a small one, was more and more likely.
Rajel: What do you think, Dizzy. Do we have time to check it out? ::She grinned cheekily::
Ch'Nilmani: Response
Anyone on the Bridge: Response
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Member
A238906JL0
Character Pronouns: She/Her
Player Pronouns: They/Them
The bridge crew looked busy, though she knew they weren’t that busy. Most of it was routine now that they were back on the way. After the last events Starfleet had given them easy assignments. A couple of errand flights such as escorting someone or retrieving something and now they had to make deliveries of equipment and medical supplies to Pelleus. When calculating the flight path to the planet they had noticed that flying the recommended path would take them several days. However if they took a straight path through the Rigar Nebula it would cut that time in half.
Jalana leaned back in her big center chair, green eyes casting on the green. She still was getting used to the way things looked a bit different now that she had her artificial eye. The way it looked just a little bit off, not only for her but for others too, made it clear it was a prosthetic but she liked it that way. Every now and then she looked around the bridge, zooming in or scanning something to get used to the way the mechanics worked.
But now she had her gaze resting on the nebula that had expanded on the front screen as the ship entered into the soup of gasses and dust particles. The colours varied from purple, blue, pinks to brighter less defined shades. Reaction between the elements and the debris and dust that had formed this mass in the way of their path.
Rajel: Scanners?
T’Seva: Response
Jalana nodded, just as she had expected. About 90% of the nebulae she had been inside in her lifetimes were disturbing the sensors so much that they couldn’t see anything unless they looked out of a window and this wasn’t better. The further they went inside, the more interference they got on the viewscreen, the disturbances just increasing so they only knew that the nebula was out there because they were flying right into it.
Rajel: You heard it, you’ll have to fly manually.
T’Aven: Understood, Sir. Switching to manual controls.
Rajel: Indrid, use what little sensors we have to collect data about the nebula. Barely anyone has been down here far enough to get any information.
Yirah: Response
The Trill leaned back in the seat and formed a triangle with her fingers tapping the index fingers against her chin. After another moment of enduring the horrible visual noise on the screen she tapped her badge.
Rajel: =/\= Bridge to Engineering. I need you to try to improve our sensors. I know it’s difficult but I need to be able to see where we are flying. =/\=
Mingxing: =/\= Response =/\=
As the line closed the Commodore stood up from her seat. Not because something was wrong. But she didn’t like sitting around without something to do. These errand flights were not really the most exciting part of Starfleet and it was the third in a row. So she stretched her back and looked over at her crew. Even with something as boring as this they still did their work dutifully and without complaining. Not every day could be exciting and they all knew that.
Just as she thought that the proximity alarm on the helm turned on she whipped around, seeing the Vulcan in the pilot seat scrambling to try to find out what was happening. While she didn’t know what it was she figured that continuing to fly may be a bad idea.
Rajel: Full stop.
T’Aven: Engines disengaged.
Rajel: Can you make out anything on the screen?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
It was difficult to see, but in between all the visual noise and interference - that really made Jalana wish they had a plain window to the front - was something right before them that looked different from before. There was still a nebula but it looked.. Solid? And the twinkle of stars that had been scattered through the nebula or beyond it shining through was gone.
Rajel: Anyone got an idea what we’re seeing?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
A planet. A planet?? She whirled around to look at who had said that.
Rajel: What? There wasn’t anything mentioned on the charts when we prepared the flight path. ::She turned to the screen again.:: Can you scan it?
Anyone on the bridge: Response
Of course, it would have been too night to be able to. After a moment she pressed her badge.
Rajel: =/\= Rajel to Diz’mim. Come to the bridge, we found a... surprise. =/\=
Ch'Nilmani: =/\= Response =/\=
Rajel: T’Aven pull us back a bit, maybe we can see it better then.The Vulcan did as she was told, reversing and slowly moving backwards. It only took a moment before Diz came from his office and Jalana peeked over him, waving him closer and gesturing with her head towards the badly transmitting view screen.
Rajel: It takes a moment to see, but have a look.
Ch'Nilmani: Response
As the ship still backed off a bit it did not really help with the interference, but in the few moments that they had a view it looked like they were near a sphere in the middle of the nebula. It didn’t look metallic or tech, so the idea that had been posed before that it was a planet, albeit a small one, was more and more likely.
Rajel: What do you think, Dizzy. Do we have time to check it out? ::She grinned cheekily::
Ch'Nilmani: Response
Anyone on the Bridge: Response
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Member
A238906JL0
Character Pronouns: She/Her
Player Pronouns: They/Them
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