Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 12:03:40 GMT -8
The first thing Emmarie did upon arriving at the Phoenix was drop the blanket she’d been wearing, and pull on the clothes she’d replicated. While she put on the v-neck black tank and knee-length, loose fitting black skirt, she walked around the ship, getting a feel for where everything was located. She linked the Phoneix’s computer system with that of the station, noticing that there were a lot of special “enhancements” to the Phoenix’s Operating System, many of which were specially designed to breach Starfleet security protocols. This is incredibly illegal, but I’m going to let it slide because it helps me out tremendously, she thought.
For some reason, she was having a hard time staying connected, though. “I keep getting kicked out,” she said under her breath, shaking her head with annoyance. She tried a few different routes of accessing various computer cores at the station, before locating one that seemed stable. She quickly pulled down the two pieces of data she needed most: the sensor log and the crew manifest.
“Weird, they have the sensors pointed at Etimon’s star,” she said, this time more to Hunter. Her hands, which had been flying over the control panel with skillful legerdemain, hesitated suddenly. “Hunter, darling, how are you with astrometric phenomenon?”
She sent the sensor data related to the star to one of the nearby consoles, which lit up with imagery of the star’s current status. Despite her tweaking, the signal flashed in and out. “This will never do,” she said softly. She had been hoping to piggyback off of the station’s sensors to find any traces of Colton’s ship that they could.
Meanwhile, she looked over the list of Starfleet pilots that were presently on leave at the station. Seeing a familiar name on the list, she grinned, sending off a quick message to the pilot in question. So far, they were having decent luck with their search plans. She could only hope it kept up.
Hitting a few more buttons, she did a scan of the probe storage facilities within the station. Locating what she was looking for, she pressed a few buttons to momentarily disable the sensors in that section of the station, glad that whatever was causing the computer to act flaky would allow her to hide her efforts well.
Seconds later, the telltale sounds of the transporter hummed, and a heavily modified class 4 probe materialized behind where she was sitting. Picking up a tricorder that she’d “borrowed” on their way out of the station, she scanned it.
“While I was working at SGE,” she explained to Hunter, “I was investigating the weird sensor readings. I developed a highly modified spatial probe utilizing the Etimonian Star Stream knowledge for the express purpose of detecting and investigating both vessels and natural phenomenon with inherent properties of obfuscation.”
Tag: @hunter
For some reason, she was having a hard time staying connected, though. “I keep getting kicked out,” she said under her breath, shaking her head with annoyance. She tried a few different routes of accessing various computer cores at the station, before locating one that seemed stable. She quickly pulled down the two pieces of data she needed most: the sensor log and the crew manifest.
“Weird, they have the sensors pointed at Etimon’s star,” she said, this time more to Hunter. Her hands, which had been flying over the control panel with skillful legerdemain, hesitated suddenly. “Hunter, darling, how are you with astrometric phenomenon?”
She sent the sensor data related to the star to one of the nearby consoles, which lit up with imagery of the star’s current status. Despite her tweaking, the signal flashed in and out. “This will never do,” she said softly. She had been hoping to piggyback off of the station’s sensors to find any traces of Colton’s ship that they could.
Meanwhile, she looked over the list of Starfleet pilots that were presently on leave at the station. Seeing a familiar name on the list, she grinned, sending off a quick message to the pilot in question. So far, they were having decent luck with their search plans. She could only hope it kept up.
Hitting a few more buttons, she did a scan of the probe storage facilities within the station. Locating what she was looking for, she pressed a few buttons to momentarily disable the sensors in that section of the station, glad that whatever was causing the computer to act flaky would allow her to hide her efforts well.
Seconds later, the telltale sounds of the transporter hummed, and a heavily modified class 4 probe materialized behind where she was sitting. Picking up a tricorder that she’d “borrowed” on their way out of the station, she scanned it.
“While I was working at SGE,” she explained to Hunter, “I was investigating the weird sensor readings. I developed a highly modified spatial probe utilizing the Etimonian Star Stream knowledge for the express purpose of detecting and investigating both vessels and natural phenomenon with inherent properties of obfuscation.”
Tag: @hunter