Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - Into The Void
Martin Tucker
Marty rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Sensors are a major concern due to the fact that they’re all out of whack. He was lacking in both caffeine and nourishment. As if on cue, his stomach gurgled loudly. He hoped no one else heard it.
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?
Marty tapped a few buttons on his padd, then received the data the Evinrude had shared with the group. If he didn’t have his hand holding the tricorder, he’d have face-palmed. As far as Marty was concerned, all the data seemed almost corrupted.
Tucker: ::pointing at his padd:: Look, to me it looks like the logs are corrupted because they’re not.
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?
He pulled up the data from Nemes on his padd; she had a point. But 200 years? That would explain the disappearing chronitons. So what, 200 years forward or backward?
Singh: Is it possible...that this...calamity...that it did not happen to the Captain and Commander...yet? That perhaps this could be avoided?
Tucker: Either that, or it already happened, years ago, and we stumbled onto a possible fold? Or well that blinks in and out?. I really hate dealing with temporal mechanics, and time is fickle; mess up one thing, and your mug is plastered in the history books, just like Captain Benjamin Sisko.
Of all his courses at the Academy, his temporal mechanics class was the absolute worst. It was one of the few classes Marty struggled in and actually had to take a tutor, a Vulcan named Xaric. As the lab mat said, with all the subtlety of a nine-pound sledgehammer, the professor had a giant set of “brass ones”.
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, Marty is a way away and not paying attentio the Major.))
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.
Marty caught out of the corner of his eye the Major finishing up with Solana and her group. They still had more questions than answers. So many people used to be afraid of time travel; heck, once, the Vulcan Science Directorate even declared it impossible. Boy, did we ever give the finger to the Vulcans on that one. Jonathan Archer was a badass. Marty had pretty much read every book on the guy.
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.
Marty looked at his tripadd, as he liked to call it. It was pretty much a padd and a tricorder in one, and he loved that, especially the engineering ones. They were highly specialized. He turned the tricoder towards the wreckage laid out in the pattern of the Kurosawa. That’s when he spotted the intermix chamber, or what was left of it. And it exploded out in, at least that’s why the tricorder was saying, and the only way for that to happen if there was an explosive device or something else.
Tucker: Speaking of runabouts, have you reported seeing the black box? We could use it right about now. It has to be out there still, maybe phasing in and out, which we just have to catch at the right time.
Marty returned to his console, running his custom algorithm to organize and separate the data into individual files. The LCARS display before him was active, and his hands moved across its surface.
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: ::to Evinrude:: Not yet, though they have found the thruster assembly and port nacelle, or what's left of it anyway.
Nemes: Response
Singh: Response
Marty started to pace as his program did its work, while Evinrude's subroutine should be about done. As if on cue, Evinrude spoke.
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.
Marty had an idea and headed over to the console he’d been working at before, as the data was streaming in and being sorted by his algorithm. He touched a few buttons and, soon, hovering over the craft thanks to the wonders of holoemitters overlaying visual data on the wreckage itself, he was pretty sure you could see it from flight ops.
Tucker: This should help with the dissemination of info as it comes it, and I’m setting the overlay to what the Kurosawa would be where she is intact.
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: We need to get a handle on this. I pray to the Koala that they find the damn flight recorder, if we had that it would::crosses fingers:: hopefully help us.
Evinrude/Nemes/Singh: Response
Knight: =/\= Gunny to Major Singh, we’ve got some good news and the bad news. How ya do you want it?
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Knight: =/\= Ah, yes, a desert-first type. Well, we’ve found the black box and the shuttle, the Carl Sagan will bring it within transporter range, and then ya’ll be able to beam it aboard. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Knight: And now for the bad news, the Shinano is missing….she was there and then she wasn’t.
Evinrude/Nemes/Singh: Response
Marty started to pace, again.
Tucker: So, we’re getting the black box, and now we have a runabout missing. Could things get any worse? ::he waved his hands:: Nevermind don’t answer that..
Evinrude/Nemes/Singh: Response
TAGS/TBC!!!!