Lt. Cmdr Thelan Valeris - Sad Ravioli?
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((Bridge, Deck One, USS Khitomer))
Looking towards the filament attached to the wall, Thelan noticed what appeared to be a pattern of smaller filaments that had grown from the central mount. Almost like a honeycomb spreading out from the center. Was it the means for the strand to attach itself to the wall? Or had it been slowly growing that whole time?
Valeris: Aye, sir.
Korras: Response
Morda: Here goes nothing, Commander.
As the test started, the tone on the bridge shifted. Both physically, and audibly. Thelan’s brain felt fuzzy as the resonance adjusted to match that of the crystals. In an attempt to counteract the physical effect it was having on him, he focused harder on the honeycomb pattern.
Valeris: ::Somewhat pained:: No noticeable effect on the filaments over here, so far.
Morda: Computer says it’s still cycling through plausible wavelengths and frequencies to resonate with the the tendrils. Standby.
So there was a chance that it would all get worse. oO Great. Oo
C. Dewitt: Take your time, Ensign. I’d rather get it right than fast.
Korras: Response
The tone continued to change subtly as the computer worked to cancel out the signal. Thelan began to feel dizzy as his ears rang, and his brain vibrated right along with the sound. Keeping his focus on the filaments, he noticed something interesting.
Valeris: The honeycomb structure of the filament’s adhesion is destabilizing!
C. Dewitt: ::sharper than he meant:: Keep eyes on it, Commander. If it starts to come apart, i want to know where the pieces go.
If there wasn’t a need to keep focused and a herd of elephants tromping through his brain, Thelan would have snapped a salute to the Commander.
Korras: Response
Thelan’s excitement was short lived as the filament began to lash out. Smaller filaments ejected from the larger branch in several different directions, punching holes into any surface that wasn’t protected by a force field. The force field itself shimmered with every hit from the lashes, several strikes seeming to come from the tiny, invisible strands that had been reported.
Valeris: ::Somewhat groggy:: Looks like we pissed off the crystal spaghetti.
C. Dewitt: Then let’s not be rude for nothing. Mr Morda, once we have enough to map with, start easing the resonance down. I don’t want to keep poking it if we already have what we need.
The chance of some relief of the droning from the bridge speakers sounded like a gift from the Four to Thelan.
Korras: Response
Morda: Yeah, but look: ::Pointing at the ethereal blue lines on the deck:: It’s working. We’ve got a “do not tread here” map on the deck to avoid the ones we can’t see. ::Shifting his eyes to the “crystal spaghetti.”:: Commander, I know I was late to the party, but I’ve gotta ask: have we tried slapping that thing in its own confinement field?
The question gave Thelan pause. Something so simple that they hadn’t even thought about it. He felt a little stupid.
C. Dewitt: No, Ensign, we have not. Commander, try to establish a level 10 containment field around the center mass. Layer it. Make it as tight as we can hold it without cutting anything that’s still anchored into our systems. I want it isolated, not angry… for now.
Letting out a sigh, Thelan got to work on the confinement field. Starting with a wide field around the mass and slowly, carefully, bringing it in towards the main body. Filaments continued to lash out, folding in on themselves as they came into contact with the constricting confinement field.
Valeris: You got it, boss.
Korras/Morda: Response
It was slow progress, but the field closed in closer and closer to the mass of crystalline pasta.
C. Dewitt: Good work on the light show, Mr Morda. Tie that pattern into the bridge’s regular lighting the moment you can spare the cycles. I want everyone to see where they can and can’t step without having to stare at a console for it.
Valeris: ::Clapping his hands together:: Confinement field is stable, but not as tight as I’d like it to be. We should be able to lower the force fields.
It had been a bit nerve wracking stabilizing the field. But with the resonating tone throughout the bridge now sitting at a more tolerable level, Thelan had been able to focus more on the adjustments.
Korras/Morda: Response
C. Dewitt: Alright… Can we do this on every deck of the ship and automate that process?
Leaning against his console with his arms crossed, Thelan slowly nodded.
Valeris: It should be doable. Given the program is simple enough to work in even the most basic systems throughout the ship.
Korras/Morda: Response
Turning back to his console, Thelan tapped in a few commands and nodded.
Valeris: Shouldn’t require any modifications to anything other than getting things onto the visual spectrum. ::Turning back around:: I think we can do it.
C. Dewitt/Korras/Morda: Response
Valeris: ::Looking back towards the ball:: I don’t think we can manage confinement fields for everything around the ship, but something is better than nothing.
C. Dewitt/Korras/Morda: Response
After a brief pause, Thelan’s eyes still locked onto the mass at the center of the bridge, his eyebrows furrowed. Something tickled the back of his mind. Something he wasn’t sure he recognized. Being Betazoid, he was used to getting glimpses at the emotions of those around him when he wanted. But there was something coming from the mass.
Valeris: I don’t mean to sound crazy or anything, ::Not able to avoid the pasta references:: but I think the ravioli at the center is…sad?
C. Dewitt/Korras/Morda: Response
TAGS/TBC…
Lieutenant Commander Thelan Valeris
Engineering Officer
USS Khitomer
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