Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - My Papa Is Here
Thomas Sanderson
((OOC: I know Toz has communicated with Sherlock but I don’t want to force where that happens and get in the way, so know that I’ve read it, but leaving placement of the communication up to Jared))
((Bridge, Deck 1, USS 'Oumuamua))
Nilsen had departed the conference room and gotten to work. He had a list of things to do and Winters was right; he couldn't run the whole ship himself, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. He'd only been there for half a year at most, but he knew this ship inside and out. He knew he had some talents in operations, but it wasn't until he was let loose aboard the Oumuamua that he was really able to explore that talent. In a few short months, he had learned how to get the ship to perform the necessary functions. He knew what each cable did, what tasks each chip performed, and why the button on console G782 was connected to another function two decks away on console F320.
Using that knowledge, he found the probe they had launched earlier. It didn't take long to locate it on the sensors, and establishing the uplink was basic communications knowledge. He pinged it first to confirm the connection, and it replied.
Winters had arrived, Sherlock soon to follow, now is his time to show them why he’s kick ass.
Winters: ::activating the Tactical station:: Ensign. Do you have a data link to the probe yet?
Nilsen: Already established sir. The feed will follow in 90 seconds.
Winters: Response
Sherlock: And the away teams?
Nilsen: I’ve got the sensors pointed at the moon, they’re going through every scan possible. Lifesigns, structures, resources, all the good stuff. I'll put it together as one for ya. Once we got that sir, we’d get a better picture of what we’re dealing with and I can hail them.
Winters: Response
Nilsen: I ain’t forgotten about them. The comms array is trying to ping them but we won’t be able to make full contact with them because we are too far away, but once you're done with the probe, I'm going to use it to try and boost their combadges.
Winters: Response
Nilsen: Cos Combadges only have a range of 75,000 kilometers, and we're about 14 million kilometres away sir. But we use the probe to communicate over these long distances. We park that, or even another probe near them, and then the probe acts as a relay, sending the signals to us.
Sherlock was the last to take their place on the bridge but she brought in something that no one was expecting her to say
Sherlock: We also need to scan for chroniton particles.
Nilsen turned around like a 1980’s model on the cover of vogue and looked at Sherlock.
Nilsen: Chroniton particles sir????
Winters: response
Sherlock: Commander Rouiancet informed me that there was a spike in chronitons within the planet's gravity well.
Winters: Response
Nilsen: They’re the time ones right? But whats that mean? Time travellers or something?
Sherlock: It can mean a lot of things. From how these people disappeared to why we lost communications to even how their weapons defeated our shields so quickly.
Nilsen: Well now we know that. I think I can do something about it.
Winters: Response
Sherlock: And if it's not a natural occurrence, we can shut it down.
With that, for maybe the first time since they had met, all three had been on the same page. Nilsen had still been holding onto something, but it hadn't been the time. He had planned to speak though, just in a way that wouldn't get him into any more trouble with the XO.
Still, telling her to shut up would be very satisfying
Just as they were were talking, Nilsen’s console beeped
Nilsen: Data link with the probe is now ready sir, visuals at your disposal. Going to run that scan for chronicons now. Still working on the comms with the away team, I ain’t forgot about them.
Winters/Sherlock: response
He got to work, scanned for chronitons, and made some manual inputs into his console before a more verbal approach was needed.
Nilsen: =/\= Computer, run a scan for chroniton radation on both Alpha Brenkelvi II, and its orbiting moon =/\=
Computer: =/\= Running (Beat) There are four distinct collections of chroniton radation in the selected search parameters. Two are on Alpha Brenkelvi II, one is on the orbiting moon, and one is between on the moon and the planet =/\=
Nilsen: I’ve got an idea =/\= Computer, overlay results of previous scan with our flight path in the last two hours =/\= (Beat) Well, I think Commander Rouiancet will want to see this.
On the main viewer, Nilsen's requested overlay was displayed. They could see that for at least two hours, chronitons had been gathering around the Oumuamua and following the ship. They also noticed that the torpedoes being fired from the planet were... He suddenly had a question.
Winters/Sherlock: response
Nilsen: What does chronitions based weapons mean for us?
Winters/Sherlock: response
Nilsen: Torpedoes can be dodgeable, there must some way we can out manoeuvre or out run them?
At that moment, Nilsen had felt a strange sensation of deja vu, but in reverse, as though the future was coming to him. He had turned to his console and seen four lights, four blips on the navigational scanners, a course had been plotted for him. Then he had seen, himself, or someone who looked like himself but out of uniform, wearing a heavy black leather jacket and green t-shirt, looking older with the weight of the world on his shoulders, tapping on his console.
Then he blinked,
and he was gone.
Winters/Sherlock: response
Lhandon turned around, looking as white as a ghost.
Nilsen: Sirs, was there someone here just now, and did he, or any of you just enter either a course or anything else into my console.
Winters/Sherlock: response
Nilsen: No, mine was different to Dr Toz’s, he was wearing a leather coat, like the ninth doctor and I (beat) I think he was my papa.
Winters/Sherlock: response
Nilsen: I think (beat) I think mine was helpful. ::The console pinged:: Oh sweet. I think I’ve got an open line =/\= Nilsen to away team alpha, Lieutenant Arlill, I’ve been able to make a connection, please respond =/\=
Of course, the first person he had been able to reach was his best friend. The signal had been static and hard to listen to, but there had been just about a voice on the other end. It seemed that the Oumuamua might just have had a guardian angel, Papa Nilsen.
Arlill: =/\= Response =/\=
Tags/TBC
Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Oumuamua
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)