Vice Admiral Quinn Reynolds - All Things Gateside (Part I)
Quinn Reynolds
((Vermillion Wastes, Gateside Dimension))
In her many years in Starfleet, Quinn Reynolds had seen alternate universes, branching timelines, and dreamed of an entire life that had never happened.
Despite all that, standing under a carmine sky that shifted like ink in water was an entirely novel experience. No stars peeked through the firmament, no suns or moons lit the land, and yet light came from somewhere. The ground, too, defied the normal laws of physics. Firm underfoot, dusky red rocks scattered across the surface, the occasional vine slithering between. It was deceptively solid, yet it shifted when no one was looking, rearranging itself and moving landmarks the way she might move a piece in 3D chess.
It was how they had lost sight of the gate. How every team had lost sight of the gate. And now Quinn and her team were in the perplexing situation of tracking down the gate’s power source when both the gate and its power source were never where they had been a few minutes prior.
The gateside dimension made absolutely no sense by any measure of reality that Quinn knew, and she resented it at the cellular level.
Reynolds: —and we know from Gamoya’s data and what our teams found in the facility the scientists had tried everything possible to shut the gate down from our side, including physically cutting the power and draining the verterons. That means something has to be sustaining it from this side.
Spelvan / Valek: Response
Reynolds: Given the rest of this place, I don’t think it’s going to be a technology any of us will recognise. ::Her gaze darted toward the vines snaking across the rock landscape.:: After what we saw in the facility, my guess is that it will be something organic.
Spelvan / Valek: Response
She glanced over her shoulder and nearly fell over a rock in surprise. Where there had been barren rocks and weathered vines, a vast lake sprawled behind them. It was the colour of blood and rust, the surface so still it looked like glass. Maybe it was? She was not inclined to check. Dropping her gaze to her tricorder, she read the screens, trying to parse the useful data from the confused nonsense the realm threw in alongside.
Reynolds: My tricorder’s picking up the same EM resonances our engineering team detected in the facility’s power supply. I’m fairly sure it’s coming from the power source, ::she frowned,:: although I’m not sure we can simply follow it when everything keeps shifting position.
Spelvan / Valek: Response
Commanding Officer
USS Gorkon
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