Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2009 10:22:58 GMT -8
Scott nodded sagely at the answers given to him by Liz, but couldn’t help feel that it was taking far too long. The little bits and pieces that he was receiving were telling him that the girl onboard was the daughter of someone very important. The fact that she was here was a major concern, people like that weren’t left unguarded, the leverage that you could exert by having them in your possession was so very great, but the Mehtak had not chosen to keep her, instead they’d sent her away. ‘Maybe the balance of power swings back and forth, maybe they couldn’t risk to keep her with them for fear of losing hr back to the Etimon,’ Scott thought to himself, ‘but still to have taken her in the first place,’ his thoughts trailed off.
As he mused, a request was piped through from Lieutenant Joraak. Scott considered it briefly and decided to err on the side of caution. “Bridge to Lieutenant Joraak, request denied. Under no circumstances are you to attempt to re-power that pod. The possibility of it containing some sort of tracking device is too great and for now I don’t want to advertise our presence to anyone who might be out there. At least not until we know more about the people we are dealing with. Bridge out,” Scott replied.
In the midst of his statement, the console beside his chair lit up, alerting him to the arrival another message. A quick tap brought the message up, a message that caused his eyes to widen slightly, before they narrowed as his mind went into overdrive. A few more taps told him that Senneh was in their quarters, alone. It also told him that the door was sealed against anyone else but him. Satisfied that there did not seem to be any sort of immediate threat to her, Scott sent a quick reply: ”Soon love, soon. You’ll be safe where you are. Should anything happen you know what to do. Scott”
Pushing the sense of worry to one side of his mind, Scott returned to the task at hand – finding where that pod had come from. “Computer, display on screen the stars drawn by Ahska,” he requested. The viewscreen shifted to show the arrangement of stars as she’d drawn them earlier. “Computer, begin pattern matching with a fifty percent confidence value and attempt to match that star configuration with anything in the stellar map. Begin with the region of space on the far side of us away from the wormhole and work outwards. Bring up anything that exceeds ninety percent confidence immediately and rank all others by certainty for review,” he requested. The computer beeped it’s acknowledgement as it began to run through every possible permuatation that it could calculate.
It didn’t take long for a list of possibles to be generated as the computer continued to work. Scott hoped that such a wide margin of error would account for any inaccuracies in Ashka’s drawing as well as their own limited knowledge of this region of space. ‘Maybe we’ll get lucky,’ Scott thought, ‘maybe.’
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As he mused, a request was piped through from Lieutenant Joraak. Scott considered it briefly and decided to err on the side of caution. “Bridge to Lieutenant Joraak, request denied. Under no circumstances are you to attempt to re-power that pod. The possibility of it containing some sort of tracking device is too great and for now I don’t want to advertise our presence to anyone who might be out there. At least not until we know more about the people we are dealing with. Bridge out,” Scott replied.
In the midst of his statement, the console beside his chair lit up, alerting him to the arrival another message. A quick tap brought the message up, a message that caused his eyes to widen slightly, before they narrowed as his mind went into overdrive. A few more taps told him that Senneh was in their quarters, alone. It also told him that the door was sealed against anyone else but him. Satisfied that there did not seem to be any sort of immediate threat to her, Scott sent a quick reply: ”Soon love, soon. You’ll be safe where you are. Should anything happen you know what to do. Scott”
Pushing the sense of worry to one side of his mind, Scott returned to the task at hand – finding where that pod had come from. “Computer, display on screen the stars drawn by Ahska,” he requested. The viewscreen shifted to show the arrangement of stars as she’d drawn them earlier. “Computer, begin pattern matching with a fifty percent confidence value and attempt to match that star configuration with anything in the stellar map. Begin with the region of space on the far side of us away from the wormhole and work outwards. Bring up anything that exceeds ninety percent confidence immediately and rank all others by certainty for review,” he requested. The computer beeped it’s acknowledgement as it began to run through every possible permuatation that it could calculate.
It didn’t take long for a list of possibles to be generated as the computer continued to work. Scott hoped that such a wide margin of error would account for any inaccuracies in Ashka’s drawing as well as their own limited knowledge of this region of space. ‘Maybe we’ll get lucky,’ Scott thought, ‘maybe.’
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