Lt. Gnaxac - Sweat, Baby, Sweat
Genkos Adea
((Crash Fields, Sargasso V))
Gnaxac’s heart was beating a mile a minute - after a close encounter of the herd kind, they were now staring at the wreck of a Jem’Hadar fighter. There was a human phrase that came to the Ferengi mind - out of the frying pan and into the fire. At least there was the consolation that the vessel was very old…
Gnaxac: I d-d-don’t relish it, b-b-but chances are they’re d-d-dead.
Reynolds: Most likely. That’s an old wreck—even if they survived the crash, after this long without Ketracel White…
Gnaxac nodded glumly - still, the prospect of finding a bunch of even dead Jem’Hadar was hardly a thrilling prospect.
Sevo: The ship bears many similarities to the Jem’Hadar fighters we know, but there are some differences. Combined with the weathering of the hull and foliage growth around it, this ship is probably an older model from a long time ago. There’s no way any Jem’Hadar could have survived, even without the need for White. The maximum known lifespan of one is around thirteen years.
Gnaxac: Phew!
Ylvor: Response
Gnaxac suddenly felt the air change around him - the Admiral had changed her countenance slightly and he could tell from having observed her for quite a few years that she was preoccupied by something, possibly even worried.
Reynolds: Have we still got the tourist shuttle’s transponder signal? That should be our priority.
Sevo: Oh, I had completely forgotten about that. Let me see…
Gnaxac had forgotten as well and immediately felt dreadful about it.
Sevo: About five kilometres, give or take, in that direction.
She pointed off in the distance, and Gnaxac looked that way, as if he could spot it at that distance.
He couldn’t.
His lobes, after all, were for listening, not for seeing.
Gnaxac: We should p-p-probably get g-g-going then.
Ylvor: Response
Sevo: Don’t worry about that ship’s flight recorder. ::Referring to the Jem’Hadar ship.:: We’ll have plenty more chances to study one.
Gnaxac: I’m s-s-s-sure we will. ::he gestured to the ship graveyard:: There’s loads of the b-b-blighters about.
Reynolds / Ylvor: Response
Sevo: Besides, the tourist shuttle’s would have the most up-to-date information on the anomaly. Assuming we could retrieve the data from one of these wrecks, the information would be decades out of date.
Gnaxac: Would b-b-be interesting to study though - the history of the p-p-place.
Reynolds / Ylvor: Response
Sevo: On the other hand, if we have the time to retrieve multiple recorders, we can compare the data between them and see if there’s a change in the anomaly. Maybe it got worse over the years.
Gnaxac nodded and rubbed his chin, feeling his hand come away slick with sweat. It was gross, and he wiped his hand on his trouser leg.
Gnaxac: If we have t-t-time, I’d love to make a t-t-timeline of crashes. That c-c-c-could be fascinating.
Reynolds / Ylvor / Sevo: Response
Gnaxac shrugged; it was just a suggestion, obviously the priority would be the tourist shuttle. He wondered idly if they were going to find any survivors of that shuttle crash.
Gnaxac: D-d-do we think they’re alive? C-c-can you read any lifesigns at this d-d-distance?
His own tricorder was on the fritz - perhaps the dampening field was stronger and they were closer to a emitter, or perhaps they just weren’t any lifesigns to scan in the first place.
Reynolds / Ylvor / Sevo: Response
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Lieutenant Gnaxac
Engineer
USS Gorkon
G239502GS0