Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh - Mk. 1 Eyeball
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Karrod Niac
12:55 AM (6 hours ago) 12:55 AM
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Deck 9, Flight Deck aft, USS Ronin))
Singh: To me, this looks like part of one of the starboard RCS assemblies...but the tricorder can't make sense of it. A warp core breach wouldn't do...this. Not by itself.
Nemes: No, the core breach of a shuttle or yacht could not affect our tricorders or the material in such a way. ::beat:: And the link to the arrays is also working perfectly.
Evinrude: Take a look at this. ::He paced over towards the group, closing their scattered formation into a semicircle.:: I've got a logged scan of that piece of manifold over there, here's the data. ::He pushed the scan to the tricorders of the other officers, and it appeared on their screen identical to his.:: Normal readings, for debris exposed to an external explosion, right? Now look at this...
Tucker: It might be a good idea to see what internal sensors say. If they’re just as unstable, I want to deploy a containment field; that’s all we need is something that’s going to change the composition of things. As crazy as that sounds.
Nemes: A natural ion or plasma storm can interfere with the sensors, but it does not alter the physical properties or composition of materials, so our tricorders or sensors would still be able to make sense of the data. At least, I am not aware of any such phenomenon. Unless... unless the yacht was exposed to some other phenomenon that we do not yet know. But that is pure speculation. ::looking up, realising she was talking too much: Sorry, I'm just thinking out loud.
Tucker: Don’t be sorry, Lieutenant, I’m open to any and all theories, so speak up if you’ve got something.
Ishani stood back from the wreckage her equipment was unable to make sense of and listened closely.
Singh: By all means Lieutenant...post-engagement debris analysis tends to focus more on conventional causes, like weapon strikes or kinetic impacts. Whatever this is goes well beyond the...ordinary.
Nemes: Shouldn't a black box send out a location signal in such a case, so that it is easier to find?
Tucker: According to the Major here, the transponder hasn’t engaged, or it was broken.
Ishani had gotten to known Chief Tucker fairly well over the last few years but continued to be impressed by his technical expertise. With barely a shrug he'd walked over to a nearby console and begun inputting queries, manipulating the data their instruments had been able to collect with the deftness and speed of a practiced surgeon. She turned towards the assembled Lieutenants and offered a curt affirmative nod.
Singh: Correct, in the event of a disaster the flight data recorder, which has an entirely independent power supply and communications unit along with exceptionally robust armor and shielding, should have automatically begun broadcasting a subspace beacon signal specifically so it would be easy to find. Or at least, that's how it is supposed to work. Considering how scrambled our sensors are it's possible my pilots are flying right past it and mistaking it for some random piece of debris.
Evinrude: Could they have removed the data recorder...perhaps to hide information from adversaries...or from us? Would the Kurosawa have continued to function without it?
Tucker: ::turning to Tess, crossing his arms across his chest:: Oh, it would be fine without it, and it can be disabled. It’s just a royal pain in the ass to do so. It’s tucked back in behind an EPS conduit near the warp core. You have to remove the conduit to access it.
Ishani quietly agreed with the assessment.
Singh: The Commander is correct - the Kurosawa would've functioned normally even if the flight data recorder was disabled, but doing so is not easy. In fact there are a number of safety interlocks, both in the Kurosawa's flight computer and physically in the device, that would have had to be manually overridden. If I had the tools...no distractions...I could do it in about twenty minutes. Maybe less if I wasn't worried about it ever working again. Frankly...I believe it is here...either in this wreckage somewhere or in the debris my people have yet to recover.
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.
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.
Ishani tapped at her tricorder, content to be doing something rather than just standing there chatting.
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.
Evinrude: Response
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: =/\= Response =/\=
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?
Ishani pursed her lips, considering, as she tapped commands into the tricorder and demanded answers from the deeply befuddled device.
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.
Evinrude: Response
Tucker: Okay, so it’s not just us. That still doesn’t answer any questions.
Evinrude: Response
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.
She moved towards a large, mostly intact fragment of the Kurosawa's outer hull and found it was too heavy to move. She gestured towards Lt. Evinrude.
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.
Evinrude: Response
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, barely more than a hunk of melted slag. As her frustration flared so too did the phantom pain in her side. From a few meters away she could hear Lt. Nemes thinking outloud, every bit as stymied as the rest of them.
Nemes: These readings do not make sense either. ::turning towards Tess: Could you have a short look?
Ishani may not have had a scientific background but she could read a tricorder well enough to know when something incredibly unusual was affecting it. From the pocket of her flight suit she withdrew her own and scanned again, tapping at functions she had never used outside of a training simulation and narrowing her eyes.
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.
Evinrude / 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?
Ishani pursed her lips, a bright ray of hope suddenly blooming in the darkness of her thoughts.
Singh: Is it possible...that this...calamity...that it did not happen to the Captain and Commander...yet? That perhaps this could be avoided?
Evinrude / Tucker: Response
Solana: =/\= Stellar Cartography to Flight Deck. What the Hell is taking so long with that black box?! =/\=
The sharp, sour bite of Senior Chief Solana's voice broke through the brainstorming and grabbed Ishani's attention. She nodded to Tucker before stepping a few meters away and tapping at her comm bad.
Singh: =/\= Check that tone, Senior Chief, this is not the time to lose your head. You are not the only one on this ship hurting right now and junior personnel are going to look to your example. ::Ishani took a breath and some of the bite out of her voice.:: Now...let us begin again. =/\=
She silently counted to five before Jenta responded but when she did, her voice was level. The pain was still there but it was, for the moment, restrained. Barely.
Solana: =/\= Sorry, Major. I just….need a target. You say you haven’t located it yet? We have the current area displayed with an overlay of the Kurosawa’s final moments. We should be able to use that to extrapolate the most likely position of the black box based on the sensor logs during the explosion. Just like Security forensics. =/\=
Singh: =/\= That is correct. Sensors, both internal and external, are being severely limited by some kind of interference. We have resorted to examining the debris by hand until we find the data recorder and I intend to instruct the recovery runabouts to begin salvaging anything...everything...bigger than a bolt. If we can't trust our instruments we'll have to do this the hard way. We'll find it...=/\=
Ishani took a deep, shaky breath, wincing as the pain in her side became all too real.
Singh: =/\= We will find out what took them from us, Jenta. I promise you that. Till then...do your duty and save your feelings for the Counselors. We have too much work to do. Singh out. =/\=
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 nodded, glad to have the young Lieutenant as part of the team.
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 / Tucker: Response
Ishani took over one of the nearby consoles and sent a query to the wing of runabouts currently making slow orbits of the debris field, snatching what pieces of debris looked interesting and transferring them back to the Ronin. It took a few moments but a data channel opened and technical information began pouring in faster than Ishani could make sense of it. She stepped back and gestured towards the display.
Singh: I believe this requires your expertise more than mine, Commander, Lieutenants.
Tucker/Evinrude/Nemes: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
============================
Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
Singh: To me, this looks like part of one of the starboard RCS assemblies...but the tricorder can't make sense of it. A warp core breach wouldn't do...this. Not by itself.
Nemes: No, the core breach of a shuttle or yacht could not affect our tricorders or the material in such a way. ::beat:: And the link to the arrays is also working perfectly.
Evinrude: Take a look at this. ::He paced over towards the group, closing their scattered formation into a semicircle.:: I've got a logged scan of that piece of manifold over there, here's the data. ::He pushed the scan to the tricorders of the other officers, and it appeared on their screen identical to his.:: Normal readings, for debris exposed to an external explosion, right? Now look at this...
Tucker: It might be a good idea to see what internal sensors say. If they’re just as unstable, I want to deploy a containment field; that’s all we need is something that’s going to change the composition of things. As crazy as that sounds.
Nemes: A natural ion or plasma storm can interfere with the sensors, but it does not alter the physical properties or composition of materials, so our tricorders or sensors would still be able to make sense of the data. At least, I am not aware of any such phenomenon. Unless... unless the yacht was exposed to some other phenomenon that we do not yet know. But that is pure speculation. ::looking up, realising she was talking too much: Sorry, I'm just thinking out loud.
Tucker: Don’t be sorry, Lieutenant, I’m open to any and all theories, so speak up if you’ve got something.
Ishani stood back from the wreckage her equipment was unable to make sense of and listened closely.
Singh: By all means Lieutenant...post-engagement debris analysis tends to focus more on conventional causes, like weapon strikes or kinetic impacts. Whatever this is goes well beyond the...ordinary.
Nemes: Shouldn't a black box send out a location signal in such a case, so that it is easier to find?
Tucker: According to the Major here, the transponder hasn’t engaged, or it was broken.
Ishani had gotten to known Chief Tucker fairly well over the last few years but continued to be impressed by his technical expertise. With barely a shrug he'd walked over to a nearby console and begun inputting queries, manipulating the data their instruments had been able to collect with the deftness and speed of a practiced surgeon. She turned towards the assembled Lieutenants and offered a curt affirmative nod.
Singh: Correct, in the event of a disaster the flight data recorder, which has an entirely independent power supply and communications unit along with exceptionally robust armor and shielding, should have automatically begun broadcasting a subspace beacon signal specifically so it would be easy to find. Or at least, that's how it is supposed to work. Considering how scrambled our sensors are it's possible my pilots are flying right past it and mistaking it for some random piece of debris.
Evinrude: Could they have removed the data recorder...perhaps to hide information from adversaries...or from us? Would the Kurosawa have continued to function without it?
Tucker: ::turning to Tess, crossing his arms across his chest:: Oh, it would be fine without it, and it can be disabled. It’s just a royal pain in the ass to do so. It’s tucked back in behind an EPS conduit near the warp core. You have to remove the conduit to access it.
Ishani quietly agreed with the assessment.
Singh: The Commander is correct - the Kurosawa would've functioned normally even if the flight data recorder was disabled, but doing so is not easy. In fact there are a number of safety interlocks, both in the Kurosawa's flight computer and physically in the device, that would have had to be manually overridden. If I had the tools...no distractions...I could do it in about twenty minutes. Maybe less if I wasn't worried about it ever working again. Frankly...I believe it is here...either in this wreckage somewhere or in the debris my people have yet to recover.
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.
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.
Ishani tapped at her tricorder, content to be doing something rather than just standing there chatting.
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.
Evinrude: Response
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: =/\= Response =/\=
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?
Ishani pursed her lips, considering, as she tapped commands into the tricorder and demanded answers from the deeply befuddled device.
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.
Evinrude: Response
Tucker: Okay, so it’s not just us. That still doesn’t answer any questions.
Evinrude: Response
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.
She moved towards a large, mostly intact fragment of the Kurosawa's outer hull and found it was too heavy to move. She gestured towards Lt. Evinrude.
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.
Evinrude: Response
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, barely more than a hunk of melted slag. As her frustration flared so too did the phantom pain in her side. From a few meters away she could hear Lt. Nemes thinking outloud, every bit as stymied as the rest of them.
Nemes: These readings do not make sense either. ::turning towards Tess: Could you have a short look?
Ishani may not have had a scientific background but she could read a tricorder well enough to know when something incredibly unusual was affecting it. From the pocket of her flight suit she withdrew her own and scanned again, tapping at functions she had never used outside of a training simulation and narrowing her eyes.
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.
Evinrude / 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?
Ishani pursed her lips, a bright ray of hope suddenly blooming in the darkness of her thoughts.
Singh: Is it possible...that this...calamity...that it did not happen to the Captain and Commander...yet? That perhaps this could be avoided?
Evinrude / Tucker: Response
Solana: =/\= Stellar Cartography to Flight Deck. What the Hell is taking so long with that black box?! =/\=
The sharp, sour bite of Senior Chief Solana's voice broke through the brainstorming and grabbed Ishani's attention. She nodded to Tucker before stepping a few meters away and tapping at her comm bad.
Singh: =/\= Check that tone, Senior Chief, this is not the time to lose your head. You are not the only one on this ship hurting right now and junior personnel are going to look to your example. ::Ishani took a breath and some of the bite out of her voice.:: Now...let us begin again. =/\=
She silently counted to five before Jenta responded but when she did, her voice was level. The pain was still there but it was, for the moment, restrained. Barely.
Solana: =/\= Sorry, Major. I just….need a target. You say you haven’t located it yet? We have the current area displayed with an overlay of the Kurosawa’s final moments. We should be able to use that to extrapolate the most likely position of the black box based on the sensor logs during the explosion. Just like Security forensics. =/\=
Singh: =/\= That is correct. Sensors, both internal and external, are being severely limited by some kind of interference. We have resorted to examining the debris by hand until we find the data recorder and I intend to instruct the recovery runabouts to begin salvaging anything...everything...bigger than a bolt. If we can't trust our instruments we'll have to do this the hard way. We'll find it...=/\=
Ishani took a deep, shaky breath, wincing as the pain in her side became all too real.
Singh: =/\= We will find out what took them from us, Jenta. I promise you that. Till then...do your duty and save your feelings for the Counselors. We have too much work to do. Singh out. =/\=
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 nodded, glad to have the young Lieutenant as part of the team.
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 / Tucker: Response
Ishani took over one of the nearby consoles and sent a query to the wing of runabouts currently making slow orbits of the debris field, snatching what pieces of debris looked interesting and transferring them back to the Ronin. It took a few moments but a data channel opened and technical information began pouring in faster than Ishani could make sense of it. She stepped back and gestured towards the display.
Singh: I believe this requires your expertise more than mine, Commander, Lieutenants.
Tucker/Evinrude/Nemes: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
============================
Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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