PNPC Lt.Cmdr. Kalos Fiorr: One Less Variable
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Roel Willems
Mar 3, 2026, 2:07:32 PM (yesterday) Mar 3
to USS Eagle – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Communications hub, Deck 9, USS Eagle-A ))
Kalos checked the transporter and noted another wave of 88 drones was ready.
Fiorr: Well, if we keep them focused on the sky, those on the ground might escape detection. As long as we don’t instruct them to fly back, we might have some time to build up to the fleet…
Kettick: That, and as long as they are shooting at our drones they are not targeting us. Let us send a second group on the other side of the origin point, and keep monitoring the status of the first batch. If they get cut down, we will know we need to focus our efforts on the second site, and build from there. Otherwise, we will replicate the
same pattern and try a triangulation.
Iroka: A second point of interest would certainly be my suggestion. As you suggest, they might get overlooked should any survive.
Fiorr: Open up a second front huh, sounds like a good alternative!
Kettick: Have the transport beacons picked up any signal?
Iroka: Not so far.
Fiorr: I am still picking up some kind of barrier.
Kettick: That energy profile looks like a shield... Can we try and send our next group on top of it, or as close as they can get?
Fiorr: I don’t see why not. We might be small enough to get through. Or small enough to not register as a threat and get more data or a signal.
Kettick: Good. As soon as you register anything that looks like a combadge or emergency beacon, send them to a quarantine ward at once.:: He paused, head cocked sideways for a beat :: Preferably one that still has atmosphere.
A moment passed, it wasn’t enough for the drones that now materialized in the atmosphere again to receive any data. Yet somehow Dr. Iroka picked up something.
Iroka: I have something here.
Fiorr: Already? I barely finished the transport.
Iroka: No, it’s from the surface. ::Looking over.:: Your Captain? They are attempting to make contact.
Kettick: Kindly send it to the main screen, Doctor.
Iroka: No, it’s from the surface. ::Looking over.:: Your Captain? They are attempting to make contact.
The Remmilian cocked his head sideways, enough to share a puzzled look with Kalos.
Kettick: And the Bridge is not answering?
Fiorr: Perhaps they communicate through the drones…
Quickly, Kalos realized that could not be the case; the drones were nowhere near the surface signal.
Fiorr: No wait, that cant be.
Iroka: Response
Fiorr: Do we have something to lock on to?
Iroka: Response
Kettick: At the end of the day, Commander, you are the Operations
officer in charge. ::Ketticks attention shifted for a moment as his console signalled an incoming transmission. It seemed important and the chief engineer only paused his reading for a second, to give instructions:: Commander Fiorr, you are in charge.
Fiorr: As you wish… What do we have doc?
Iroka: Response?
Kalos adjusted his swarm of probes to spread further, expanding their sensor net to cover a much larger area. At the same time, he increased the replication speed of those already on the surface, calculating that a higher drone density would create enough oversight if needed.
Iroka: response?
Then Kalos noticed something else. At the very center of the large energy field they had designated as their primary target, the structure began to destabilize. The field disintegrated in cascading fragments of light, revealing an entire compound on both visual and active scanners.
Kettick: Apologies, what did I miss?
Iroka: Response
Fiorr: And we seem to have found a large compound aswell. In the center of the terraforming operation. Looks like…. Old Earth tech.
As he highlighted the location on his display, several life signs suddenly appeared on the grid—Human, Andorian, Bajoran.
oO Our missing team?! Oo
Fiorr: The away team that was missing! A nice turn of events. Shall I initiate transport?
Kettick: Excellent news indeed. Do it, Commander. Bring them all home.
Kalos attempted to initiate the transport sequence, but he was too late. A transport signal flared across his console, and moments later their life signs vanished from the grid. Recognizing the distinct modulation of a Federation transporter, he allowed himself a brief sense of relief; someone on the Eagle had already ensured the away team’s safety.
That still left them with more than enough problems to solve, but at least one critical variable had just shifted in their favor.
{end of the scene for Kalos, if anyone needs him the next act, feel free to throw in a tag}
===========================
With great pleasure written as
Lt.Cmdr. Kalos Fiorr
OPS Officer
USS Eagle – A
A239006AW0
Kalos checked the transporter and noted another wave of 88 drones was ready.
Fiorr: Well, if we keep them focused on the sky, those on the ground might escape detection. As long as we don’t instruct them to fly back, we might have some time to build up to the fleet…
Kettick: That, and as long as they are shooting at our drones they are not targeting us. Let us send a second group on the other side of the origin point, and keep monitoring the status of the first batch. If they get cut down, we will know we need to focus our efforts on the second site, and build from there. Otherwise, we will replicate the
same pattern and try a triangulation.
Iroka: A second point of interest would certainly be my suggestion. As you suggest, they might get overlooked should any survive.
Fiorr: Open up a second front huh, sounds like a good alternative!
Kettick: Have the transport beacons picked up any signal?
Iroka: Not so far.
Fiorr: I am still picking up some kind of barrier.
Kettick: That energy profile looks like a shield... Can we try and send our next group on top of it, or as close as they can get?
Fiorr: I don’t see why not. We might be small enough to get through. Or small enough to not register as a threat and get more data or a signal.
Kettick: Good. As soon as you register anything that looks like a combadge or emergency beacon, send them to a quarantine ward at once.:: He paused, head cocked sideways for a beat :: Preferably one that still has atmosphere.
A moment passed, it wasn’t enough for the drones that now materialized in the atmosphere again to receive any data. Yet somehow Dr. Iroka picked up something.
Iroka: I have something here.
Fiorr: Already? I barely finished the transport.
Iroka: No, it’s from the surface. ::Looking over.:: Your Captain? They are attempting to make contact.
Kettick: Kindly send it to the main screen, Doctor.
Iroka: No, it’s from the surface. ::Looking over.:: Your Captain? They are attempting to make contact.
The Remmilian cocked his head sideways, enough to share a puzzled look with Kalos.
Kettick: And the Bridge is not answering?
Fiorr: Perhaps they communicate through the drones…
Quickly, Kalos realized that could not be the case; the drones were nowhere near the surface signal.
Fiorr: No wait, that cant be.
Iroka: Response
Fiorr: Do we have something to lock on to?
Iroka: Response
Kettick: At the end of the day, Commander, you are the Operations
officer in charge. ::Ketticks attention shifted for a moment as his console signalled an incoming transmission. It seemed important and the chief engineer only paused his reading for a second, to give instructions:: Commander Fiorr, you are in charge.
Fiorr: As you wish… What do we have doc?
Iroka: Response?
Kalos adjusted his swarm of probes to spread further, expanding their sensor net to cover a much larger area. At the same time, he increased the replication speed of those already on the surface, calculating that a higher drone density would create enough oversight if needed.
Iroka: response?
Then Kalos noticed something else. At the very center of the large energy field they had designated as their primary target, the structure began to destabilize. The field disintegrated in cascading fragments of light, revealing an entire compound on both visual and active scanners.
Kettick: Apologies, what did I miss?
Iroka: Response
Fiorr: And we seem to have found a large compound aswell. In the center of the terraforming operation. Looks like…. Old Earth tech.
As he highlighted the location on his display, several life signs suddenly appeared on the grid—Human, Andorian, Bajoran.
oO Our missing team?! Oo
Fiorr: The away team that was missing! A nice turn of events. Shall I initiate transport?
Kettick: Excellent news indeed. Do it, Commander. Bring them all home.
Kalos attempted to initiate the transport sequence, but he was too late. A transport signal flared across his console, and moments later their life signs vanished from the grid. Recognizing the distinct modulation of a Federation transporter, he allowed himself a brief sense of relief; someone on the Eagle had already ensured the away team’s safety.
That still left them with more than enough problems to solve, but at least one critical variable had just shifted in their favor.
{end of the scene for Kalos, if anyone needs him the next act, feel free to throw in a tag}
===========================
With great pleasure written as
Lt.Cmdr. Kalos Fiorr
OPS Officer
USS Eagle – A
A239006AW0
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