Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Jun 8, 2014 14:26:13 GMT -8
"Glad to have you back, Commander. Though you may have preferred staying in the holodeck. You-"
The Captain was interrupted by the communications officer, speaking up about a...fleet captain? Probably whatever fleet captain they were trying to escape from, judging by the weary way Captain Monroe gave the order to allow the comm through. Liz turned to face the viewscreen as Captain Monroe did, folding her arms across her chest. The man who appeared on the viewscreen was smirking, his face far too satisfied for him to be up to any good at all. Liz decided she didn't like him, and she'd not even heard him talk yet.
He revealed that Ensign Eli was unconscious due to too much poon. There was a chorus of ill-concealed titters and shiftings around the bridge, but Liz kept her eyes on the viewscreen, face still. Whatever poon was--a delicacy, apparently--it didn't agree with Ensign Eli. And that, Liz was guessing, was bad. It put them in a bad situation, even if she didn't understand the full situation.
"Those can be falsified, Captain Kealan Monroe. You will be contacted again."
The damage control report returned to the screen, a report that did more to make Liz wince than anything else she'd seen in the last five minutes. How were they still holding together? Tape, probably, and some inventive wire splicing by Rok's team. There wasn't going to be an option about returning to SGE after this one, she was very sure.
"I don't care how you do it, but find a way to send a message to Starfleet Command."
"Yes sir," Liz said, turning to her station and taking her seat from the Lieutenant. He murmured a few words to her about the general state of the ship, and she directed him to the auxiliary console. She was still trying to gain a handle on what was going on--they were being held captive, blamed for something apparently. The away team was still on the planet (she stamped down worry about that), and they weren't being allowed to communicate with them. Why, though, that was the question. Were they being blamed for the collision? If so, diplomacy could be trickier than anything else, and telling Starfleet Command they were at outright war wouldn't be very helpful. The entire task force showing up from SGE probably wouldn't help to calm the situation down.
No matter what, though, they were going to have very little time it looked like. Whatever message was sent, it was going to have to be soon...and it wasn't going to be easy. She pulled up the sensor readings on the energy field that surrounded them--an interlocking system, it looked like, being transmitted from ship to ship. Under different circumstances--for instance, from outside it--Liz might have found that intriguing. Under these circumstances, it was keeping communications basically nonexistent. Except the fleet captain had contacted them, and their systems had worked fine. So it was only their contact with the Starfleet network that had been interrupted. Well, she wasn't above a little tech piracy now and again, provided it was untraceable and was more like borrowing. Besides, they were about to die anyway, it looked like.
Behind her, Commander Jaivyn was offering a solution to their problem and it was being discussed. Apparently this particular bridge crew was all gung-ho about martyrdom. Having stared pain and death in the face far too much in the past couple hours as it was, Liz let them discuss it. They'd figure it out, and if they didn't, Ensign Eli would remain unconscious and whatever happened would happen. She'd stopped worrying about the universe's continued existence long ago. Instead, she diverted her attention back to the issue at hand--finding out if her idea would actually work. There seemed to be a slight difference in frequencies between the Ea'n'Dra systems and the Talon's, but a few minor calibrations would fix that. Of course, that didn't mean SGE would pick the signal up in its turn, but maybe....
Coded messages were always fun, after all.
As soon as there was a lull in the conversation, Liz spoke up. "Captain, I think I have a way I could get a message through, by piggy-backing it on the Ea'n'Dra communications net." She glanced back at her console for a moment, watching the flow of power. "I'd need an open signal from the Ea'n'Dra, because as it is, nothing can get in or out of this thing. But if we time it right, I should be able to slip it into their frequency and send it on its way."
Tag: @kealan, @jaivyn, Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, @aurora, @branon, Nathan Landry, Any
The Captain was interrupted by the communications officer, speaking up about a...fleet captain? Probably whatever fleet captain they were trying to escape from, judging by the weary way Captain Monroe gave the order to allow the comm through. Liz turned to face the viewscreen as Captain Monroe did, folding her arms across her chest. The man who appeared on the viewscreen was smirking, his face far too satisfied for him to be up to any good at all. Liz decided she didn't like him, and she'd not even heard him talk yet.
He revealed that Ensign Eli was unconscious due to too much poon. There was a chorus of ill-concealed titters and shiftings around the bridge, but Liz kept her eyes on the viewscreen, face still. Whatever poon was--a delicacy, apparently--it didn't agree with Ensign Eli. And that, Liz was guessing, was bad. It put them in a bad situation, even if she didn't understand the full situation.
"Those can be falsified, Captain Kealan Monroe. You will be contacted again."
The damage control report returned to the screen, a report that did more to make Liz wince than anything else she'd seen in the last five minutes. How were they still holding together? Tape, probably, and some inventive wire splicing by Rok's team. There wasn't going to be an option about returning to SGE after this one, she was very sure.
"I don't care how you do it, but find a way to send a message to Starfleet Command."
"Yes sir," Liz said, turning to her station and taking her seat from the Lieutenant. He murmured a few words to her about the general state of the ship, and she directed him to the auxiliary console. She was still trying to gain a handle on what was going on--they were being held captive, blamed for something apparently. The away team was still on the planet (she stamped down worry about that), and they weren't being allowed to communicate with them. Why, though, that was the question. Were they being blamed for the collision? If so, diplomacy could be trickier than anything else, and telling Starfleet Command they were at outright war wouldn't be very helpful. The entire task force showing up from SGE probably wouldn't help to calm the situation down.
No matter what, though, they were going to have very little time it looked like. Whatever message was sent, it was going to have to be soon...and it wasn't going to be easy. She pulled up the sensor readings on the energy field that surrounded them--an interlocking system, it looked like, being transmitted from ship to ship. Under different circumstances--for instance, from outside it--Liz might have found that intriguing. Under these circumstances, it was keeping communications basically nonexistent. Except the fleet captain had contacted them, and their systems had worked fine. So it was only their contact with the Starfleet network that had been interrupted. Well, she wasn't above a little tech piracy now and again, provided it was untraceable and was more like borrowing. Besides, they were about to die anyway, it looked like.
Behind her, Commander Jaivyn was offering a solution to their problem and it was being discussed. Apparently this particular bridge crew was all gung-ho about martyrdom. Having stared pain and death in the face far too much in the past couple hours as it was, Liz let them discuss it. They'd figure it out, and if they didn't, Ensign Eli would remain unconscious and whatever happened would happen. She'd stopped worrying about the universe's continued existence long ago. Instead, she diverted her attention back to the issue at hand--finding out if her idea would actually work. There seemed to be a slight difference in frequencies between the Ea'n'Dra systems and the Talon's, but a few minor calibrations would fix that. Of course, that didn't mean SGE would pick the signal up in its turn, but maybe....
Coded messages were always fun, after all.
As soon as there was a lull in the conversation, Liz spoke up. "Captain, I think I have a way I could get a message through, by piggy-backing it on the Ea'n'Dra communications net." She glanced back at her console for a moment, watching the flow of power. "I'd need an open signal from the Ea'n'Dra, because as it is, nothing can get in or out of this thing. But if we time it right, I should be able to slip it into their frequency and send it on its way."
Tag: @kealan, @jaivyn, Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, @aurora, @branon, Nathan Landry, Any