Lt Korras - Shatterpoints

[Pieter van den Elshout]

((OOC: This is sim 1 that I accidentally sent to the wrong ship. as far as I can find, it's fixed and updated now.))

((Conference Room, Deck 1, USS Khitomer))

 

Having been ordered to turn the ship around, and back to Deep Space 33, along with their new passengers, Korras had plotted a course to do so. A notification came of a staff meeting, in the conference room. He called up a relief, and headed over, catching some of the small talk.

 

Semara: :: Quietly. :: Mornin’, Lieutenant.

 

El’Heem: First and foremost, are you okay?

 

Semara: I have a daughter.  She’s only four years younger than me, but she also ain’t born yet.  :: A chuckle as she shook her head. :: I only found out about an hour ago.  I don’t know how I’m feelin’ just yet.

 

Korras frowned. He had heard of the familial ties of the new arrivals. Temporal relations were generally confusing, which he figured was one of the reasons that time travel was banned.

 

El’Heem: A unique…situation to say the least. Outside of work…I’m here if you need me. ::pausing:: secondly, I am cautious of them, but I haven’t seen evidence to the contrary of their claims. The data you sent me matches hypothetical temporal travel like they claim and in the same time parameters. Depending on what they tell us, there will be much more to confirm.

 

Semara: The Golden Leaf of Semizad.  My hairpin.  She’s wearin’ it.  :: Beat ::  The sapphire set in it is s’posed to be almost impossible to forge.  Normally I wouldn’t let anyone else handle it for more than a moment, but we should compare mine and hers.  She’ll expect us to. :: Beat :: But Ras…

 

Semara: I can feel her.  I feel the bond we have.  Had.  Will have.  It’s powerful.  ‘Nough that I dreamt of her weeks ago in sickbay.  That says more than a scan to me.

 

El’Heem: Trust but verify. ::pausing:: Lieutenant Matthews ::looking past Amelia at Charles:: is less hospitable. ::looking around the room, eyes landing on Talia:: There’s a spectrum of opinion here. I’m curious what you think, Lieutenant?

 

Semara: :: A little smile. :: I think I need to meet her.

 

El’Heem: I’m apprehensive to put the cart before the horse in either direction.

 

A lull passed as the officers finished filing in, and Hobart did his best to start without the guests of honor.

 

Hobart: How long until we reach Deep Space 33, Lieutenant Korras?

 

Korras: 5 hours, 45 minutes, approximately.

 

If nothing unexpected happened, he did not say.

 

Hobart: No lingering effects on the ship?

 

Connor: Aside from the collective existential crisis? Nothing on sensors. The SDA’s prepared, Ensign Banks and I are going to operate it, if it becomes necessary.

 

Michaels: Between the efforts of Science :: Nodding toward both El’Heem and Semara :: and Engineering, the ship is ready.

 

Banks: The anti-cascade measures installed by the Science department are up and running, and fully integrated with existing systems. The Operations department recommendation is that pending a review after this mission we should consider making them a permanent installation.

 

Hobart: Any insight as to where the runabout came from, yet?

 

El’Heem: Well ::Pausing:: Yeah. Yeah…forty years into ::Lifting his hands palms up and dropping them onto the table:: the future.

 

Michaels: Perhaps not necessarily our future.

 

Richard: To jump off what Michaels is saying. We theorize that time travel involves both predestined timelines and the creation of multiple alternate futures. Logs from Deep Space 9 surrounding the prophets points to future events that are fixed and unavoidable. The distinction between if our visitors are from our future or another. Is if these travelers alters their own past, creating a paradox, or a new, parallel timeline to our own that they would be going back to. 

 

Korras agreed, he had read those same logs. Some events simply were too major to avoid, but the outcomes differed. Oddly enough, the Klingon word use for that theory translated to ‘Shatterpoint’, a point where the possible futures shattered into different paths.

 

Semara: We got a coupl’a clues from their shuttle, whatever the semantics are.  It’s got heavy damage from Lattice weapons, and underwent several refits since we saw it last.  There’s evidence it’s been hit with Sencha a lotta times.  We still oughta search it proper.

 

Hobart: And, how's everybody feeling?

 

Ayemet: : looking at Michaels: They are from the future. They’re here to disrupt the timeline. That presence  I felt in the bridge. It wasn’t Commander Dewitt :unable to make eye contact with him: It was his child, Oh and I’m feeling great, never better.  Why else would they be here? 

 

Zerva: You mean besides the headache I’ve got?

Ohnari: ::slightly strained:: Not well. Hoping getting some answers will help.

Harford: Response 

 

Hobart: Any… threats?

 

Charles: I’m… tickety-boo, Sir.

 

The doors parted, and their temporal visitors joined them. He could clearly see the shock on some of the faces of the crew. He was new enough to them, to not be too familiar with them all, so he was fortunately spared that reaction.

Hobart: Oh, thank goodness. All present and accounted for, sir.

 

 

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Lieutenant Korras
Helm Officer
USS Khitomer
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