LtCmdr Connor Dewitt - Jukebox
Tim
((Bridge, Deck One, USS Khitomer))
C. Dewitt: So it falls asleep?
For the duration of a breath, Connor watched the shimmer around the central mass trying to decide how much of the answer was going to be data and how much was going to be wishful thinking. The mass seemed to be moving slower and Connor thought he might even see it with his own eyes.
Valeris: Yeah I do. ::Shaking himself:: I mean, it would appear so, Commander.
Connor caught the small jolt and immediately looked to Ensign Morda and hoped for a more data-based answer.
Morda: Response
Connor nodded and tried to trust that the interpretation his officers gave the data was accurate.
Valeris: There is really no knowing if the same resonance within the song will effect all of the filaments on the ship. But it might be worth a shot to make the corridors safer, isn’t it?
C. Dewitt: It’s worth a shot, Commander. It is the best thing we’ve come to think of in the last hour. Part of me hates to admit that a song does this.
Morda: Response
Valeris: Ensign Morda, would the same resonance be effective against the smaller filaments that are all over the rest of the ship? Or would their thickness dictate the responsive frequency?
Connor waited for Morda’s answer first and let himself look once more at the field. It looked like the mass had stopped moving. At least from what he could pick out by eye. There was a quiet under it now that the bridge had not held in hours.
Morda: Response
Valeris: If so, we may need to turn the ship into a jukebox. Playing different songs throughout different sections. Might get annoying to us, but could be effective.
The first officer felt a faint smile arrive without permission. His grandpa would have laughed himself off his porch chair. If this worked he would have to buy the Commander a drink.
C. Dewitt: I’m not sure if you deserve a commendation, Commander, or if you filed the strangest suggestion of your career. ::beat:: Maybe both.
Morda: Response
Connor let the bridge breathe for a moment.
C. Dewitt: ::more seriously:: Alright. We’re going to do this, but one thing first, Commander. Where are we with the visualization? You started pushing the lighting changes out before all of this. Anywhere it has not taken yet?
Valeris: Response
Connor nodded. The ‘do not tread here’ map on the deck had been the foundation under everything. If sections of the ship still were without it, that might matter to the jukebox.
C. Dewitt: Got it. Then let’s do this carefully. Mr Morda, partition the filament population by central mass size, deck by deck. I want a lullaby map. Commander, you and Mr Morda match a candidate frequency profile to each tier of mass size.
Morda/Valeris: Response
Another nod.
C. Dewitt: We test the theory in one more place before we do it on all decks. Pick a corridor that is well-sensored and lightly trafficked. The central mass should be of roughly the same size to have the same resonances. ::to Morda:: Ensign, copy Lieutenant Zerva on the test plan. He and Sparks already taught us this trick in small.
Morda/Valeris: Response
C. Dewitt: If you have a fitting spot, activate the jukebox, Commander.
Morda/Valeris: Response
TAG/TBCFirst Officer
USS Khitomer
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