Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Feb 9, 2012 20:15:46 GMT -8
There was the tell-tale hiss as the turbolift doors opened, and Cobus glanced over his shoulder as the confused klingon strode out onto the bridge. At least, he thought it was confusion...sometimes klingons could be difficult to read; all klingon emotions came with a healthy side of agitation. It was good to know that not all of the senior officers had left the ship during such strange times.
"I can't get a detailed scan of the ships, there's a lot of noise coming from that area. That power source on the planet is transmitting some kind of interference. It might be some kind of communications hub." That was the 'best guess' at least.
Hypothetically, could you get a transporter lock on any of the crew?"
Cobus shook his head, hating to repeat himself, but not getting anywhere with his more detailed scans. "Negative. Without the comm badges I can't tell who belongs to the Talon and who doesn't. I can't get a clear scan of anything in the area." He kept trying, but it didn't seem to matter what kind of scan/filter combination he used. It was all a great big pile of mostly useless information.
Their Chief of security was right. It was unorthodox, but he was beginning to see that nothing about this mission seemed particularly orthodox. He wondered if engineering was down to the same kind of skeleton crew that seemed to be pervading throughout the ship. Soon they'd just have a bunch of scientists, more happy to sit in a lab than take a proper vacation.
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"I can't get a detailed scan of the ships, there's a lot of noise coming from that area. That power source on the planet is transmitting some kind of interference. It might be some kind of communications hub." That was the 'best guess' at least.
Hypothetically, could you get a transporter lock on any of the crew?"
Cobus shook his head, hating to repeat himself, but not getting anywhere with his more detailed scans. "Negative. Without the comm badges I can't tell who belongs to the Talon and who doesn't. I can't get a clear scan of anything in the area." He kept trying, but it didn't seem to matter what kind of scan/filter combination he used. It was all a great big pile of mostly useless information.
Their Chief of security was right. It was unorthodox, but he was beginning to see that nothing about this mission seemed particularly orthodox. He wondered if engineering was down to the same kind of skeleton crew that seemed to be pervading throughout the ship. Soon they'd just have a bunch of scientists, more happy to sit in a lab than take a proper vacation.
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