Breadcrumbs

Posted on Mon Feb 4th, 2013 @ 10:03pm by Captain Benjamin Byrne & Commander Gaius Ra-Xialii & Lieutenant Tettly Biggs & Lieutenant JG Ethan Kessel & Lieutenant JG Patok Malroon & Lieutenant JG Elisabette Souda

Mission: Klingons on the Starboard Bow
Location: USS Endeavour - Bridge
Timeline: MD14 1120hrs

The bridge was calm, as expected, everything beeping and chiming in time. Tettly was monitoring the Security station when an odd reading caught his eye, "What the..." He re-calibrated... then again... and again... but the ghost signal remained.

"Hey... Lieutenant Souda, I'm getting a weird ghost on my scanners here. Looks like Federation communicator of some type but... it doesn't seem like it's on-board, and it's ID Signature doesn't match up with any deployed to the Endeavour... you seeing anything on your scanners? IDS number is 99293.334a"

Gaius observed the new interaction on the bridge with interest, shifting his weight in his seat to be in a better position for when the crew looked to him to report, and also to get some feeling back in his buttocks. It had been a quiet shift on the bridge, and the personnel reports weren't doing themselves. Any excitement was welcome.

"Status Lieutenants," Gaius said, realizing that he hadn't spoken to anyone in about an hour, he cleared his throat and took a swig of his now cold tea.

Elle drummed her fingers against the side of her panel as she glazed over the lines of information layering like so many sheets of coloured transparency over symbol, letter and graphic. A few swipes of seemingly careless fingers and her head tilted to the side slightly. "It's not on ship. It's coming from a debris field positioned between the third and forth planet from the sun." As she spoke. the lieutenant continued to tease information tidbits out of the scope of information presented- weeding out the non-essential strands for the specific pieces required for that moment in that feed. "...I believe it was a ship."

Gaius let out a small growl, rubbed his eyes and opened up the communications channel, "Captain Byrne to the bridge please. Engineering report."

Ethan's voice returned over the communications.

"Engineering here. We are scanning the debris now. Its definitely a Federation Ship. Beyond that I can't tell you much, the fragments are all too small and too damaged at this stage to get a clear reading on the Class. Could someone run that through the data-banks? There must be a match somewhere." He said. He paused as more details were read out to him.
"The analysis of these debris doesn't look good. There is second degree disruptor damage all over it, and the debris is well spread out. It either experienced massive technical failure, or it was attacked.

As the red doors to the captain's ready room slid open, Byrne stepped purposefully onto the bridge and towards the command chair that was occupied currently by Gaius. "Report Commander," he said as he walked. "What have we got?"

"Not alot Captain," Gaius said, changing his chair, "It is Federation in origin, that much we know, as for an ID, nothing yet. The debris does indicate heavy disruptor damage. So that limits the amount of factions that could be responsible," Gaius continued.

"Lieutenant Malroon, scan the debris for signs of escape pods or life signs. Lieutenant Souda," the captain said, still remaining standing in front of his command chair. "Are there any habitable planets anywhere nearby?"

Patok initiated a scan for organic vitals, but there was no apparent evidence of life within the debris. He gave his report, “Captain, One is not picking up any sign of life aboard the vessel. Most of the escape pods appear to have been released. There is no reason…”

That was unusual. The expressionless look on the Nogron’s face barely hid his puzzlement. He checked again. No. It was gone. “there was a brief pulse of energy among the debris. It is gone, now.”

"Three: though the one is a long shot. The survivors wouldn't be happy campers no matter which one they picked." Souda responded after a moment of searching.

"Identify the energy pulse," the captain ordered, moving to stand behind the lieutenant's chair at ops. "Tactical, ready weapons." It wasn't usually his command style to jump right in there with the military orders, but considering their mission profile and their location, as well as the fact that they were currently drifting with the debris of a Federation vessel, he knew that they needed to be on the careful side.

“The trace is gone, Captain,” Patok replied. “One did not recognize it as a Federation frequency. It may have been a portable power source.”

"Keep an eye on it," the captain responded, curious but knowing that they had more important things on their minds. "Helm, set a course for the nearest of the habitable planets, and engage at warp eight. Initiate constant scanning of all frequencies for a distress signal or any other kind of message that may be from that crew." As he finished his orders, he moved to finally take his place in the central chair, and watched as the view on the screen pivoted from the debris before streaking into warp.