Lt JG Tess Evinrude - We don't need any more sentient probes!

[Tess Evinrude]

((Deck 09, Flight Deck Aft, USS Ronin))

Evinrude: Understood. I'd like to keep putting together a complete picture of the wreck...or, multiple pictures, as it were. We'll have to sort through which pieces of the puzzle belong to the different sets of readings we're getting.

It would be like trying to assemble three different jigsaw puzzles simultaneously...from pieces that had intermixed.

Tucker: I’m about bring the internal sensors online. I am also passing the data through to Astrophysics. If we are dealing with a spatial phenomenon, I want smarter minds than I to get a look at it.

Nemes: Well, we may be able to make sense of those readings later on.

Hopefully the computing power of the Astro department could help them make sense of all this. Tess worked to catalogue the different scan states as best he could.

Singh:  Very well Commander...we'll collect everything we can and I'll try to make a visual identification of anything that looks even remotely like the FDR.  For the record we are looking for an orange and white rectangular casing, approximately a half meter long and wide.  Although after an explosion of this...intensity...it may be difficult to recognize if our sensors cannot assist.

Tess was surprised that any of the components were recognizable, especially the ship's powerplant. He decided to narrow his approach, focusing on the data recorder rather than attempting to get a picture of the wreck at large.

Tucker:  =/\= Tucker to Kel, are ya’ll have issue with the sensors? I’m having issues with the internal sensors, not to mention tricorders..=/\=

Kel: =/\= We're having issues up here as well, but I can safely say the space outside this ship is not normal.  We've tried recalibrating.  =/\=

Tucker: =/\= Well, that’s not good…Okay, we’ll get back to it and give you some answers when we get some. Tucker, out. =/\=

Nemes: I’ve heard of subspace or quantum shifts that could cause that. I mean, if those wreckage pieces were somehow out-of-phase with us, the sensors might think they weren't actually here. Could that be the case here?

Major Singh pursed her lips as she tapped commands into the tricorder.  

Singh:  I suppose we must do this the...old fashioned way.  ::She pocketed the tricorder and gestured towards her eyes::  For the time being I will rely on my 'optical sensors' until we can convince our equipment to behave.  They have rarely let me down.  

Tucker: Okay, so it’s not just us. That still doesn’t answer any questions.

Evinrude:  ::From a short distance away, crouched down over a piece of interior bulkhead.:: I know we can't really move, at the moment...but if only we could get away from that anomaly crackling away in the distance... ::He sighed.:: Until then, it's going to take days to make any sense of this.

He turned towards Tucker when the man offered some words of encouragement.

Tucker: Let’s not get down on ourselves yet; we know what we’re dealing with is at least affecting every sensor aboard the Ronin. We cannot ignore the Chroniton particles present. ::turning to Nemes:: Lieutenant, can you figure out if this wreckage is even ours? Get an idea of when it was built by scanning the hull you can…

Nemes: Yes, sir. I can try. But I doubt that these scans will give us reliable data either.

Major Singh moved towards a large, mostly intact fragment of the Kurosawa's outer hull and found it was too heavy to move. She waved to get Evinrude's attention.

Singh:  Perhaps you can assist me...this hull plate looks like it was from the ventral section of the bow...that would've been near the command deck and about as far from the explosion as possible.  I want to flip it over, see if there's anything salvageable on the interior surface.  

Tess stood up from the chunk of debris he was mulling over, and crossed the distance to Singh quickly.

Evinrude: You got it, Major. Let me get...a hand-hold here... ::He squatted down into proper lifting form, and met the group commander's eyes.:: Okay. On your count.

Between the two of them they managed to lift the hullplate and set it back down without losing any fingers or toes, but an inspection of the interior was fruitless.  It was melted and charred as badly as everything else.

The lieutenant watched as an odd moment crossed Singh's face, her expression almost pained. He decided that now was not the time to inquire, but made a mental note of it.

Nemes: These readings do not make sense either. ::turning towards Tess: Could you have a short look?

Huffing from exertion, Tess brushed some carbon off his hands with a small smile and crossed back across the room to Sybil. With a nod, he aimed his tricorder at the piece of debris she was inspecting and ran a sweep, trying to isolate just one of the multiple states the pieces were exhibiting.

Singh: I am picking up...occasionally...a temporal variance..it is in almost everything I can get a scan of.  Correct me if I am wrong but does that not indicate this debris is not from the present?  Theoretical temporal mechanics was never a favorite subject of mine.

There were plenty of discrepancies to frown about, but a pattern had begun to emerge from all of that junk data. Tess spoke up excitedly.

Evinrude: It's odd...there were no chronitons present, just temporal variations in readings. Notes from the bridge confirm that. But a minute or so ago, we started approaching the anomaly... ::He sent more readings to the tricorders of his fellow officers.:: ...and here. See that?

Tucker: Response

Nemes: As I suspected, the readings are not clear. According to this scan data, the polyduranide and tritanium fabric used in the hull are approximately 200 years old. But … ::she swept her tricorder over the debris again and held her tricorder, so that the others could see:: now the data is different. See?

An idea lit up Major Singh's features.

Singh:  Is it possible...that this...calamity...that it did not happen to the Captain and Commander...yet?  That perhaps this could be avoided?

It was always tempting to make that classic monkey's paw bargain with time travel.

oO Can we trick fate, this time? Will we be able to find out how...when to rescue them?

Those questions were above the lieutenant's jurisdiction, but he would be ready to help however he was needed.

Tucker: Response

An idea was starting to form in Tess' mind, though it was still nebulous. He was seeing the chronitons now present on the debris act strangely. The more that the debris team assembled pieces of the yacht, the more active the particles seemed to become.

Evinrude: Commander, Major, I've got something else here. Look at--

Solana: =/\= Stellar Cartography to Flight Deck. What the Hell is taking so long with that black box?! =/\=

Senior Chief Solana did not sound happy. It was, of course, safe to assume that no one on the ship was happy right now, but it was jarring to hear a fellow officer lose their cool. Singh nodded to Tucker before stepping a few meters away and tapping at her combadge.  

Singh: =/\= Check that tone, Senior Chief, this is not the time to lose your head...

((OOC: Cutting out Singh's conversation, as she stepped away and Tess is focused on the task at hand.))

Evinrude: ::He started again, speaking to Tucker and including Nemes.:: As I was saying, the chronitons are entering a more...excited state with every piece of debris we add. It's like...they're linked to the shape of the Kurosawa, and our scans are growing oddly more clear the closer we get to approximating the ship. But I still can't lock down which set of readings is the "correct" one... ::He finished, airquoting with his free hand at the word "correct."::

Nemes: Sir, maybe we could have a look at the transporter logs. The sensors cannot make heads or tails of this, but we were able to beam them aboard. So the transporters were able to get a lock on them so we should be able to find out about their molecular and even subatomic structure there.

Ishani had finished her call and approached with a nod to Nemes. Tess also perked up at her suggestion, giving an approving look.

Singh:  You're absolutely right...I can have the recovery runabouts transfer the data from the targeting scanners and pattern buffers directly to us here.  With your permission, Commander? 

Evinrude: Love the idea, Nemes. ::He said with a grin.:: I'll start setting up a cross-reference subroutine that will add the transporter data to the debris we've scanned and tagged.

The work would be too tedious for a tricorder or PADD, so Tess linked his scanner to a nearby console, transferred his work session, and started tapping away.

Tucker: Response

Ishani took over another of the nearby consoles and reached out to the wing of runabouts currently making slow orbits of the debris field. After a few moments, a proverbial floodgate opened, sending droves of data from the ships' transporter arrays.

Singh:  I believe this requires your expertise more than mine, Commander, Lieutenants.  

Evinrude: ::With a low whistle.:: I guess I should have expected this, but that's a LOT of transporter data. Program's about halfway there, I still need some time to finish setting it up. ::As he continued working, his voice grew a little distant, as if he wasn't fully focused on the conversation.:: Any interesting new debris from the runabouts?

Tucker/Nemes:  Response

Singh: Response

He only half-registered what the others were saying, but it sounded promising. With a few more taps, and affirmative beeps from the console, his cross reference subroutine was ready.

Evinrude: Subroutine's ready! We can start feeding it transporter data, and it will overlay that on top of our local scans of the debris.

He turned towards the others, and realized why they were so excited.

oO It just "appeared"? Oo

Tucker/Nemes/Singh: Response

Evinrude:  You're telling me we have an active, yacht-shaped portal through time...spitting out debris...and we're sending probes through it? ::He took a long, steadying breath.:: Another day on the Ronin.

Tucker/Nemes/Singh: Response

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant J.G. Tess Evinrude

[he/him]

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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