Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Too Quiet.
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solarismclaren
Mar 2, 2026, 3:37:47 AM (yesterday) Mar 2
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Main Weather Control Tower - Trinity City - Starbase 118 ))
sh’Sonora: ::looking back to her companions and giggling sheepishly:: …on second thought, maybe someone else can have a look at this?
Munshi: You found the right access point, Mi'shune. That is fifty percent of the solution.
Munshi: The computer thinks this is 2387. I’ve updated its temporal baseline. The system is now... aware of our presence.
McLaren: Good work.
Sol stepped into the lift with the pair of them, tapping the controls to send it upward.
The scene at the top of the lift was quiet. Too quiet. There should have been officers on duty. The lights should have been on... it was still middle of the day. She frowned, heading down the corridor to the control room with Mishune and Alok just behind her.
sh’Sonora: Okay, now what?
Munshi: ::His hazel eyes darted across the darkened consoles, his brow furrowed with concentration:: Now, we find the atmospheric master control. We need to isolate the San Francisco district’s grid. If the computer is running on a historical weather archive, it’s currently trying to recreate a storm that hasn't happened in twenty years. We need to shut down the primary vaporators manually before the humidity reaches the saturation point for the life support scrubbers. If we don't, this entire deck is going to become a swamp. Mi'shune, see if you can find the terminal for the moisture collectors—your muscle memory might recognize the interface before I can scan it.
Sol moved to one of the terminals, tapping a few of the controls. It simply buzzed at her, and didn't seem to change anything.
McLaren: This terminal is locked out too. What about over there, Mishune?
sh’Sonora: Response(s)?
Sol frowned.
McLaren: This is all wrong... even without officers here to monitor it... the system shouldnt be acting on its own...
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
McLaren: I also find it hard to believe that there would have been a storm that bad over the San Francisco district at any point in this station's history.
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
Sol frowned again. She ran a hand through her hair, toying with a strand of it for a moment.
McLaren: Ok... first we need to get access to the system... then we can start addressing all of the issues in commercial sector, including the storm, and the heat, and whatever other issue the system is causing.
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
Munshi: You found the right access point, Mi'shune. That is fifty percent of the solution.
Munshi: The computer thinks this is 2387. I’ve updated its temporal baseline. The system is now... aware of our presence.
McLaren: Good work.
Sol stepped into the lift with the pair of them, tapping the controls to send it upward.
The scene at the top of the lift was quiet. Too quiet. There should have been officers on duty. The lights should have been on... it was still middle of the day. She frowned, heading down the corridor to the control room with Mishune and Alok just behind her.
sh’Sonora: Okay, now what?
Munshi: ::His hazel eyes darted across the darkened consoles, his brow furrowed with concentration:: Now, we find the atmospheric master control. We need to isolate the San Francisco district’s grid. If the computer is running on a historical weather archive, it’s currently trying to recreate a storm that hasn't happened in twenty years. We need to shut down the primary vaporators manually before the humidity reaches the saturation point for the life support scrubbers. If we don't, this entire deck is going to become a swamp. Mi'shune, see if you can find the terminal for the moisture collectors—your muscle memory might recognize the interface before I can scan it.
Sol moved to one of the terminals, tapping a few of the controls. It simply buzzed at her, and didn't seem to change anything.
McLaren: This terminal is locked out too. What about over there, Mishune?
sh’Sonora: Response(s)?
Sol frowned.
McLaren: This is all wrong... even without officers here to monitor it... the system shouldnt be acting on its own...
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
McLaren: I also find it hard to believe that there would have been a storm that bad over the San Francisco district at any point in this station's history.
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
Sol frowned again. She ran a hand through her hair, toying with a strand of it for a moment.
McLaren: Ok... first we need to get access to the system... then we can start addressing all of the issues in commercial sector, including the storm, and the heat, and whatever other issue the system is causing.
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
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