LtCmdr Connor Dewitt - With Respects
Tim
((OOC: Added a few Morda tags here and there, since Eston is about to jump back into action :) ))
((Bridge, Deck One, USS Khitomer))
Dewitt: =/\= Yes, Sir. I think we were able to lie the central mass on the bridge dormant. Ensign Morda raised the question of the masses are the origin of the filaments or the result of their intersection. Either way, I think we have the bridge contained for now and we are trying to apply a similar frequency strategy on Deck 5 currently. =/\=
Connor caught Commander Valeris in the corner of his eye, already turned back to his conosle.
Valeris: =/\= With promising results. =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Excellent work. Once you're sure of yourselves on Deck 5, focus your efforts on our warp nacelles. =/\=
The instructions made obvious sense. If the filaments crawled into the nacelles, they would almost certainly damage the sensitive warp coils. And if they would not on their way in, their crew might when pulling them out. But Naxell’s words also brushed up against the very thing Amelia had just warned them about.
Melville-Kilpatrick / Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
Valeris: =/\= If the data is correct, we should be able to subdue the rest of the filaments and masses fairly effectively. It will just take time. =/\=
B’Ella: =/\= Sir, would it be possible to send a message back to Lieutenant Semara? =/\=
B’Ella’s voice was new to the channel, but Connor knew her by now. If nothing else, because of the disciplinary paper work she had caused after last shore leave.
Dewitt: =/\= I’m eager to play my part, Ensign. What message do you want me to relay? =/\=
Connor was not particularly fond of playing the clumsy communications assistant again, but he would do what was necessary.
B’Ella: =/\= We intercepted a transmission from Ensign Matthews. It was in an old Terran Morse Code. He’s alive and wants us to find a way to lock onto his helmet to get him out. Ensign Graves sent a call back via the comms in Matthews helmet, but it was filled with static. We were in the middle of trying to contact him back. Can you let the Lieutenant know we are trying to find him and send him a return message. ::eyes Commander Naxell:: If that’s alright with you sir? =/\=
For a breath, Connor paused. The good news was that Matthews was alive. He had to admit that he felt relief, although that message did not mean that he was safe. But they had lost too many already. They needed to do whatever was possible to rescue Matthews.
Naxell: =/\= ::reluctantly:: It is… but let's be as coy as we need to, Commander. =/\=
Dewitt: =/\= Coy is my watchword, Commander. I have practice… =/\=
oO Pasta. Cupboards. Cousins… Oo
Melville-Kilpatrick / Valeris: / B’Ella / Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
For a few seconds the line was quiet and Connor was glad he could think for a second. He used the time to watch the data coming in from deck 5 on Ensign Morda’s console.
Naxell: =/\= Bridge, there are concerns down here of not causing a stir out there. Whatever we do, we will have to be careful. But nothing is off the table—for all I know, a sneeze will be seen as an act of aggression by the Velithari or their cloud. =/\=
Connor nodded.
Dewitt: =/\= Understood, Sir. I’ll add no sneezing to our list up here. =/\=
Connor leaned a fraction closer to Morda’s console and pointed to a couple of graphs showing activity indicators for the mass on deck 5.
Dewitt: ::quietly to Valeris:: Deck 5 looks good, Commander. Proceed on the nacelles.
Valeris/Morda: Response
Naxell: =/\= Bridge, we're considering using the navigational deflector to produce a resonant pulse, that could ripple from the away teams’s combadges to the EVA helmet we believe Ensign Matthews is carrying. Plausible? =/\=
Connor took a second and looked at the ranking engineer on the bridge.
Dewitt: =/\= Plausible, Captain. Two thoughts. The nebula blocks entire frequency bands. We have an ever evolving list of what is open to what degree. Ensign Morda will push the list down to you. Two: Depending on the band you actually use, you might want to throttle the data stream to compensate. ::pause:: Mr Valeris?
Melville-Kilpatrick / Valeris / B’Ella / Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
Graves: =/\= I d-do not know the me-mechan- ::beat:: -ism in which the c-cloud is h-harmed, but s-sonar sh-should be passive in the ultraaudible r-range r-rather than a f-form of radiation or o-other harmful means of tr-transmission. =/\=
Dewitt: =/\= Good catch, Ensign. We might sneak it by the nebula. If they detect it, we can attribute it to system malfunctions. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick / Valeris / B’Ella / Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
Graves: Yes…uhhh ::forgetting to tap his badge:: =/\= y-yes. That m-may suffice. =/\=
Melville-Kilpatrick / Valeris / B’Ella / Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
Naxell: =/\= Good. Let's get to work. Commander, I'll be up shortly. Naxell out. =/\=
Dewitt: =/\= Aye, Sir. Bridge out. =/\=
The line closed and Connor took a breath. Than another. And another. He briefly looked at Valeris and Morda and then chuckled and tapped his combadge again.
Dewitt: =/\= Comms assistant Dewitt to Lieutenant Semara, with respects. =/\=
Semara: =/\= Response =/\=
Connor needed to suppress his amusement and tried to get back in the role of the comms assistant.
Dewitt: =/\= Two pieces of personal news, Ma’am. ::pause:: Your missing relative is alive. We discovered that he sent us a postcard the old-fashioned way. We are writing him back and will use your house phone to call back. =/\=
Semara: =/\= Response =/\=
Dewitt: =/\= Sorry, Ma’am. I just wanted to let you know, Ma’am. You might feel the ripples once he gets home. =/\=
Semara: =/\= Response =/\=
Connor tried to stay humble.
Dewitt: =/\= Yes, Ma’am. No more distractions, Ma’am. =/\=
The line closed again. Connor closed his eyes for half a second before an amused snort escaped his mouth.
Dewitt: Pasta. Cupboards. Cousins. House phones… Let’s hope Amelia gets what I meant and the alens don’t.
Valeris/Morda: Response
The first officer took another breath and watched the central mass sleep again. It was only now that he realized how tense he was. The mass was barely moving. On the main viewscreen they could see the corridor on deck 5. That mass also was asleep under Valeris’s song.
Dewitt: Alright… We’ve got our orders. Let’s get to work.
Valeris/Morda: Response
((A few minutes later, Bridge, Deck 1, USS Khitomer))
The Captain resolved into the bridge with the slightly amused tone that Connor had come to recognize as his resting state.
Naxell: Alright Number One, just what is going on with my ship? And what am I to be? Ship's janitor?
Connor allowed himself a thin smile to the Captain’s request underlined by the slow music still playing on the bridge speakers.
Dewitt: Janitor is overqualified, Sir. You can have any post without responsibility on the bridge. If I must make a recommendation, I could use a substitute as the clumsy communications assistant. I might be at the end of my creativity.
Naxell / Valeris / Morda: Response
Connor chuckled.
Dewitt: Apart from that, Sir, we have made the strings visible on the ship. Bridge and deck 5 masses are asleep. We are working on the nacelles.
Connor looked towards Commander Valeris and Ensign Morda for a report on their progress.
Naxell/Valeris/Morda: Response
TAG/TBCFirst Officer
USS Khitomer
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