Lieutenant jg TK Cabrillo - One Giant Puzzle
Joel Cannistraro
The day had started off with what TK had thought was going to be a nice quiet day where all the other peeps on shoreleave would be gone and he could enjoy some peace and quiet as he worked through a few pet projects. Nope, someone went and rained on that thought. Not only was the crew recalled from shoreleave, the ship was now warping at maximum speed off to some new potential threat as far as TK was concerned. Why he ever let Jack talk him into coming to the Ronin was a mystery to him. This ship had managed to run from one fight to another since they had been onboard and all they did between the fights was repair the ship and then hurry off to another threat. He stood in engineering, hovering over a ready out from the bridge. Jack was up on the bridge, or had been. There were diagnostic scans after scans of the tactical systems. The Chief of Sec/Tac must have been triple checking the repairs meaning Jack was worried about a conflict of some sort. That of course raised an eyebrow of TK's.
Morgan: Lieutenant Cabrillo, come join us as we wait to hear from the Chief, who’s in some sort of briefing at the moment.
TK's head shot up as he glanced over in the direction of the voice calling to him. He had worked with Rachel Morgan on unlocking some aspects of the Spiderbots used by the Consortium but he had not really worked with her much since. Different duty shifts caused a gap in their working together.
Wren: ::minding her own business:: Hello! oO These two probably know each other pretty well. I really hope that I didn’t already meet this guy, because I’m being extremely rude right now if I did. Oo
Cabrillo: ::nodding as he stepped over:: Morgan, good to see you again.
Miller: Lieutenant, I’m Ensign Miller. ::he extended a hand:: But most just call me Chip.
TK eyed the young officer. Overly eager and friendly was not something TK really cared for. He had tried very hard at Jack's insisting to play nice and make friends but that was not TK's strong suit. He preferred work, getting straight to the point and people who stayed out of his way.
Cabrillo: Very well ::beat:: Chip. I'm Cabrillo.
Wren: ::Just deciding to go for it:: I’m Ensign Wren
Cabrillo: ::nodding to Wren:: Pleasure Ensign.
Morgan: How was your leave, Cabrillo?
Wren: ::very softly:: It’s okay, hon, I got it.
TK watch as Wren reached to her hair and then looked back to Rachel and grinned slightly.
Cabrillo: Lets just say, nothing tried to eat me or explode. So I'll say it was good.
Miller: In case anyone is curious, the carbon scrubbers on deck three are not operating at peak efficiency and may cause problems with atmospheric regulators.
TK looked back to Miller and took note of the statement. Tucker was not likely to be happy with the report but the atmospheric regulators could be handled in transit.
Morgan: Well, hey at least we all get a bit of time off..shore leave is always too short. ::turning to Chip:: Well after the Chief gets back, you can go make the adjustments, but I think it can wait five minutes, don’t you ensign?
Chip nodded in agreement.
Wren: ::Poking her head back up:: I’m stunned that we did a mid-warp transport, that could have gone terribly if we weren’t all extremely careful. I can’t imagine what would be that urgent. Do either of you know who came aboard?
Morgan: Honestly, I don’t, above my pay grade. I’m sure whatever is going on, Chief Tucker will download us all on what the briefing was all about.
TK had seen a few of these mid-warp transports while in the Gamma Quadrant. Always seemed to be so urgent that the ships could not drop out of warp for less than a minute, make a safe transport and then warp off. Really never made sense to him other than theatrics that put people and ships in harm's way. Some idiot at the brass level wanted to make a show of something that could wait one additional minute for a safer execution of the transfer of personnel.
Miller: It was pretty cool, the transport that is. Neat stuff.
Morgan: ::folding her arms across her chest:: Must be something important.
Cabrillo: ::almost a full eye roll:: Isn't it always?
Wren: Do we know who the other specialist is?
Rachel’s combadge chirped and she instantly tapped her badge in response. TK leaned on the console as if to get a better position to listen to the incoming message.
Morgan: Go for Morgan.
Tucker: =/\= Could you round up the gang? We’ve got something to keep us busy. I’ll explain in a couple of minutes. Tucker out.=/\=
Standing more upright TK folded his arms over his chest as Chip rubbed his hands together. At least the mysterious mission would soon be disclosed and they could get to work on whatever brass was sending them off to face.
Miller: ::to no on in particular::Did you know, I like puzzles?
Cabrillo: ::looking to Chip:: So noted Ensign.
Wren: Response
((A few moments later, Main Engineering, The Pool Table, USS Ronin))
As Tucker made his way into Engineering to the main pool table he clasped his hands behind his back, a padd in his right hand. Which he was nervously fiddling with. TK made particular note of that. It certainly could not mean good news. More likely they were running straight for a spider's web in the Consortium somewhere.
Tucker: Good morning or evening, depending on what shift you were pulled from. First off, does anyone have a working knowledge of bio-mechanics?
Morgan: Not I, Chief.
Chip just shrugged.
Cabrillo: ::titling his head:: Bio-mechanics? As in bio-neural gel packs, Borg enhanced systems? Yes, plenty of that tech on the Butler. Sagan class ships are full of advanced tech like that. Or are you talking about something different?
Wren: Response
Tucker brought his padd forward and set it on the pool table to transfer his notes to the pool table so they could all look at the data. TK unfolded his arms and leaned in on the table as the blurred image displayed before them.
Tucker: This is what some people believe is a space-born entity. So far any attempts to scan it, had turned out like this picture before you. We’re to figure out a way to scan it, which I think we can do with that long-range package we put in for stellar cartography last time we were in port. Just before we left for shore leave, I believe.
Tucker looked at Morgan and raised an eyebrow and TK watched for a moment before returning his gaze to the blurred image.
Morgan: Yes, it’s aboard, but installed, that’s another thing altogether chief.
Cabrillo: Do we know what different scan techniques were used prior to brass running to us for this assignment?
Wren: Response
Tucker turned to Chip.
Tucker: Mister Miller, I need you to start level four diagnostics on the tractor beam and deflector dish.
oO So we're going to try and tractor this thing? Oo TK stood back upright and picked up a seperate PADD from the stores on the table and began entering some data.
Morgan: So, when we manage to scan this thing, then what?
Cabrillo: Based on that scan and the data given, this thing is huge. Are we for sure this is not man made and is a biological lifeform?
Wren: Response
Tucker: Good question. The quick answer is, I’m not sure.
Cabrillo: Not to rain on anyone parade, but you get a tractor beam on that thing and it decides to go Wild Bill on the Ronin, you know we're in for one rough ride?
Wren: Response
Tucker held up his hands in mock surrender.
Tucker: They’re all valid questions, but I don’t have a lot of answers yet. I’ll admit, I’m not much for bio-mechanics, I’d like to learn more. But there are never enough hours in the day, and I think we can all attest to that.
Morgan: Preaching to the choir chief.
Cabrillo: So what's the plan? Start with scans from this fancy equipment you brought aboard and just wing it from there?
Tucker/Morgan/Wren/Chip: Response
Cabrillo: ::looking to Chip:: I think your atmospheric regulators can wait. You have a new, much larger puzzle on your hands.
Tucker/Morgan/Wren/Chip: Response
TK began filtering through the data Tucker had, which was minimal and that told TK that this was either something brand new Starfleet had just run across or someone else had failed to gather the data needed that the Ronin was now on her way to attempt to get.
Cabrillo: I do not see any data in this file that even indicates the energy type or output that could be causing this level of sensor interference. Did these others even get anything for us to go one or are we really walking into this urgent mission blind?
Tucker/Morgan/Wren/Chip: Response