(( Deck 1 - Main Bridge - USS Narendra ))
Kel: Deflectors are functioning properly, Commander. The issue isn’t mechanical... it’s reactive. The particulate matter seems to adjust course to stay near us. Almost like it’s... following.
Taylor: Response?
Voss: I also… Commander, I know we need to approach with every caution, but… if there’s a creature or some kind of entity within the nebula that’s trying to communicate with us… maybe the hallucinations aren’t necessarily a bad thing. Or rather, they may be the only avenue we have to speak to it. Once we get closer and have a better understanding of what we’re dealing with, maybe some of us drop the safeguards. Intentionally. ::looking back at Kel:: Do you think we could pull that off safely?
Kel: Possibly. If we can isolate the specific frequency responsible for the cognitive effects, we might be able to create a controlled exposure... limited, reversible. But we’d need safeguards in place to prevent full neural saturation. Otherwise, the hallucinations could overwhelm even trained minds.
Voss: Response?
Taylor: Response?
McLaren: If it’s something we can do safely, I’m not opposed to attempting contact.
Kel: It’s possible... but only if we prepare safeguards. Neural suppressants, biometric tracking, someone ready to pull the plug at the first sign of overload. We’d be walking a thin line between communication and harm.
Voss/Taylor: Response?
McLaren: I want us to be reasonably certain before we make any attempts. What can I do to help?
Ryden looked back to his console, already queuing up a data comparison.
Kel: Authorize an increase in passive scans across the forward deflector grid. The more we understand how the nebula reacts to our systems, the more accurately we can model a safe point of contact. I’ll coordinate with Voss to analyze neural interference patterns in real time.
Voss/Taylor: Response?
Sol nodded, tapping a few controls on the armrest of the command chair.
McLaren: Conduct any scans you think you need.
She took a moment to consider everything as the others worked. A potential new life form was not what she had been expecting today but that was sometimes life in Starfleet. She glanced down as another control beeped.
McLaren: Strange... traces of duranium deep within the nebula. Another ship? Something else?
She frowned slightly. If it was another ship that might mean they were in trouble. Which meant they would have to venture into the nebula proper. Then again, it could have been a mild hallucination.
Taylor/Voss/Kel: Response?
McLaren: I don't know, active sensors are pretty hazy the deeper into the nebula they scan. Probably a result of whatever particles are being sent out.
Taylor/Voss/Kel: Response?
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Director of Intelligence and Second Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
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