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there needs to be more cuteness in the world
cute girls doing badass things
rp with me if you agree
cute girls doing badass things
rp with me if you agree
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Winter holiday? o_o
Oh my god, a post.
Yikes, posts have really dropped off.
RogerD said
Cool, plus it'll be more fun to roleplay swapping tech and stuff. All part of the challenge.Not sure, I 'spose they could do a tight band subspace transmission, but didn't want to invent something not already seen. So got any ideas? Would morse code work?I'll try to stay up a bit longer so that we RP stuff if need be
Morse code would be harder to identify as a method of communication or be decrypted, since at that point it would be obscure and old, like radio. Might be worth a try, but it would be like waving sticks to them. :p
I'm fine with whatever's left of the Magicienne being destroyed. It's not going anywhere else, anyway.
I'll post later today. By LOS communication, would you suggest... Morse code by lamp?
I'll post later today. By LOS communication, would you suggest... Morse code by lamp?
Posted. A bit messy, sorry. I was expecting to post earlier, but a late lunch turned into a dinner and time kinda ran out.
“Good news, captain. It’s the USS Aurora. They’re on their way.”
The overstressed acting captain sighed, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. The situation was now somewhat less critical.
“Fantastic. Instruct them to prioritize their efforts on the Magicienne. Did they say USS Aurora, Lieutenant Harper?”
The science officer looked up from her console after consulting the computer. “Yes. USS Aurora, Constitution-class, and according to Starfleet records… decommissioned 2311.”
That… Was certainly odd, but perhaps it was explainable. “Was the Aurora decommissioned into civilian use?”
“It was mothballed and eventually scrapped. Interesting, captain. The USS Aurora we see before us matches no known Constitution-class specifications. The spaceframe doesn’t match the Constitution-class and cursory scans indicate it is far more advanced than what we would expect of that type.”
Noelle was flummoxed. “And the registry number is the same?”
“Yes. It is unlikely that is a new ship. It’s clearly from an older technological era. I may have an explanation, however,” offered the science officer. “It seems increasingly likely from our situation that we may not even be in our own universe. Perhaps this USS Aurora may be from a divergent timeline or even a separate universe.”
“I suppose we’ll have to ask them when they come aboard, then.”
Twenty minutes later
The situation had improved dramatically since the arrival of the USS Aurora. With functional transporters, they were quickly able to beam aboard the survivors of the Magicienne into their respective sickbays, but unfortunately, they were only able to save 220 of the nearly 800 crewmembers aboard the newer starship. Even so, sickbay was working overtime to triage the remainder of the crew, with the help of the USS Aurora. Direct reports from Lt. Khamitov, who was sent over to work directly with the Aurora’s chief medical officer seemed to confirm Nephenee and the captain’s theory, but they would know for sure when the captain could speak with the Aurora’s first officer Alara.
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.
“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.”
The overstressed acting captain sighed, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. The situation was now somewhat less critical.
“Fantastic. Instruct them to prioritize their efforts on the Magicienne. Did they say USS Aurora, Lieutenant Harper?”
The science officer looked up from her console after consulting the computer. “Yes. USS Aurora, Constitution-class, and according to Starfleet records… decommissioned 2311.”
That… Was certainly odd, but perhaps it was explainable. “Was the Aurora decommissioned into civilian use?”
“It was mothballed and eventually scrapped. Interesting, captain. The USS Aurora we see before us matches no known Constitution-class specifications. The spaceframe doesn’t match the Constitution-class and cursory scans indicate it is far more advanced than what we would expect of that type.”
Noelle was flummoxed. “And the registry number is the same?”
“Yes. It is unlikely that is a new ship. It’s clearly from an older technological era. I may have an explanation, however,” offered the science officer. “It seems increasingly likely from our situation that we may not even be in our own universe. Perhaps this USS Aurora may be from a divergent timeline or even a separate universe.”
“I suppose we’ll have to ask them when they come aboard, then.”
Twenty minutes later
The situation had improved dramatically since the arrival of the USS Aurora. With functional transporters, they were quickly able to beam aboard the survivors of the Magicienne into their respective sickbays, but unfortunately, they were only able to save 220 of the nearly 800 crewmembers aboard the newer starship. Even so, sickbay was working overtime to triage the remainder of the crew, with the help of the USS Aurora. Direct reports from Lt. Khamitov, who was sent over to work directly with the Aurora’s chief medical officer seemed to confirm Nephenee and the captain’s theory, but they would know for sure when the captain could speak with the Aurora’s first officer Alara.
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.
“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.”
Depends how fast IC moves, I'd say.
Or a hardcore sadist.
En route to the library, Isis was intercepted by Gwen, the engineering girl. She seemed to be fixated on the cameras as she spoke to her. She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, that’s right. I see the cameras. I wouldn’t touch them until we know more about them,” she replied, giving a subtle glance at one of the cameras in the hallway. “I’ll let you know if I find anything useful.”
With that said, she excused herself and followed Jinx into the library.
The first sense that Iphie got upon entering the room was that it was incredibly musty, almost as if it hadn’t been used for an extended period of time. Her first instinct was to prop the library doors open to let in some fresh air, which she accomplished by wedging several old magazines on a nearby shelf between the doors. It was an ugly, Goosebumps inducing doorstop, but it had to do for the time being. The style of the library was rather preppy, reminiscent of old-style studies or the rooms of high academic schools such as Oxford or Princeton. There were many old leather bound books lining the wooden shelves.
Her eyes finally fell on the reception and common area desks in the room, which had computer equipment lying about. There were several desktop computers, likely for library or cataloging purpose. If the school was high-tech enough, perhaps the student files were on hard drive and not in manila folders.
“Alright,” said Iphigenia, eyes still on the computers. “It looks like we’re going to have to cover a bit of ground looking for those files. Jinx, could you see what they have in those grey filing cabinets in the back room? I’ll see what I can pull off these computers.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I see the cameras. I wouldn’t touch them until we know more about them,” she replied, giving a subtle glance at one of the cameras in the hallway. “I’ll let you know if I find anything useful.”
With that said, she excused herself and followed Jinx into the library.
The first sense that Iphie got upon entering the room was that it was incredibly musty, almost as if it hadn’t been used for an extended period of time. Her first instinct was to prop the library doors open to let in some fresh air, which she accomplished by wedging several old magazines on a nearby shelf between the doors. It was an ugly, Goosebumps inducing doorstop, but it had to do for the time being. The style of the library was rather preppy, reminiscent of old-style studies or the rooms of high academic schools such as Oxford or Princeton. There were many old leather bound books lining the wooden shelves.
Her eyes finally fell on the reception and common area desks in the room, which had computer equipment lying about. There were several desktop computers, likely for library or cataloging purpose. If the school was high-tech enough, perhaps the student files were on hard drive and not in manila folders.
“Alright,” said Iphigenia, eyes still on the computers. “It looks like we’re going to have to cover a bit of ground looking for those files. Jinx, could you see what they have in those grey filing cabinets in the back room? I’ll see what I can pull off these computers.”
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