OOC: Ok guys, I'm sorry that yesterday I had some connection problems when I had to start this. So, here we are with a day of delay (again, sorry T.T). This will be the thread for the forum RP taking place before the Bridge RP (which will take place next Saturday). Everybody wishing to participate can start here.
You can start here, as a sort of "presentation". Then, I'll master the first events happening in the RP.
The beginning is on DS13 (or, if you're on a ship not at the station, simply on board of your vessel), soon after the news of the Ananke disappearance has become public, and the a rescue mission is being prepared....
(A brief alt summary as this one has not gotten a dossier. Selaeno is Vulcan, a former tactical officer who now captains the USS Medici, a Vigiliant class tactical escort. She is new to DS13 and does not yet have her permanent squadron assignment.)
Captain Selaeno of the USS Medici crossed the transparent aluminum bridge to the conference room. Twelve minutes remained until the scheduled briefing on the Ananke's disappearance; it did not surprise her to find the room still empty.
Selaeno walked the space between the table and the outer wall, taking a standing position on the far side from the entrance. From here, she could easily see the officers approach without inhibiting their progress. She could also evaluate each without the need for subterfuge. Like all Vulcans, Selaeno prized economy in all things, but preparation most of all.
Captain Selaeno of the USS Medici crossed the transparent aluminum bridge to the conference room. Twelve minutes remained until the scheduled briefing on the Ananke's disappearance; it did not surprise her to find the room still empty.
Selaeno walked the space between the table and the outer wall, taking a standing position on the far side from the entrance. From here, she could easily see the officers approach without inhibiting their progress. She could also evaluate each without the need for subterfuge. Like all Vulcans, Selaeno prized economy in all things, but preparation most of all.
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VanDeer raised his eyes, encountering the silhouette of the Tyre outside, in the cold space. He smiled, in the shadows of the bar, drinking a sip from his glass of whisky. A fast look to his dpadd confirm his suspect. Ending his glass, he raised fast from the comfortable seat, marching toward the conference hall, where, he can only think, is waited for the start of the briefing.
He passed near the counter, making a fast nod to the bartender and leaving his finished drink. His dpadd restarted the alarm, signal of the end of his free-time.
Entering in the conference hall, he made a fast observation of the situation. He made a smile in direction of the unknown captain, a female vulcan on the other side of the table. He made only a smile in her direction, without speaking. He isn't the classic, talkative, human.
He passed near the counter, making a fast nod to the bartender and leaving his finished drink. His dpadd restarted the alarm, signal of the end of his free-time.
Entering in the conference hall, he made a fast observation of the situation. He made a smile in direction of the unknown captain, a female vulcan on the other side of the table. He made only a smile in her direction, without speaking. He isn't the classic, talkative, human.
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Commander Jesse Reeves stepped off the transporter pad, wiping sweat off his brow. A long day had been spend in engineering, looking over some modifications that might help his old little Oberth live a bit longer. A rescue mission would be good for testing the modifications, and so he walked up the ramp and over the bridge, striding into the conference room.
He took a seat at the table and nodded to the Human and Vulcan, before taking out a PADD and looking over it, making sure everything was working right on the USS Beagle. He was proud of his little command, it gave him a chance to prove that any ship could be useful. His Oberth was no exception, just as long as it didn't explode.
He took a seat at the table and nodded to the Human and Vulcan, before taking out a PADD and looking over it, making sure everything was working right on the USS Beagle. He was proud of his little command, it gave him a chance to prove that any ship could be useful. His Oberth was no exception, just as long as it didn't explode.
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A young man entered the conference room. Relatively tall, and completely bald, he was wearing a the red-and-black uniform that identified him as a member of the tactical section, with four golden pins on his neck.
At first, he diddn't seem to pay much attention to those in the room. He approached the far side of the table, and gave a look to a padd he had on his hands. He scrolled the text on it, then sighed.
Finally, his eyes came on the three captains in the room. He spent almost a minute looking to everyone of them, then, finally, he spoke: "Good evening, gentlement. I'm Captain Vartanian, from Starfleet HQ. I know you don't know me, and I don't know you either: I was passing on DS13 for a diplomatic mission, so they asked me to make you the briefing. Looks like there wasn't sufficient staff." He seemed to begin to chuckle, but that's just an impression, probably.
"So, I'll not take much of your time: I've sent to you all the data we know about the Ananke before its disappearance: the coordinates of its last position, the content of their last communications with this station....everything that could be useful for your search."
He stopped for a moment. A very brief pause.
"As you can see, the Ananke was trying to identify the source of an anomalous gravitational reading it detected in an unexplored area approximately located at midway between the Visuvu system and POI-D-1788, in the Doza Sector. Their last communications informed that they were approaching the object, and that their sensors readings were incredibly weird. They labelled the source of those readings as a sort of "space bubble". Nothing else. Then, there was the shut-down. All of this happened approximately one week ago, and we have received no other information or communications of any kind from that moment on."
He paused again: "Any question?"
At first, he diddn't seem to pay much attention to those in the room. He approached the far side of the table, and gave a look to a padd he had on his hands. He scrolled the text on it, then sighed.
Finally, his eyes came on the three captains in the room. He spent almost a minute looking to everyone of them, then, finally, he spoke: "Good evening, gentlement. I'm Captain Vartanian, from Starfleet HQ. I know you don't know me, and I don't know you either: I was passing on DS13 for a diplomatic mission, so they asked me to make you the briefing. Looks like there wasn't sufficient staff." He seemed to begin to chuckle, but that's just an impression, probably.
"So, I'll not take much of your time: I've sent to you all the data we know about the Ananke before its disappearance: the coordinates of its last position, the content of their last communications with this station....everything that could be useful for your search."
He stopped for a moment. A very brief pause.
"As you can see, the Ananke was trying to identify the source of an anomalous gravitational reading it detected in an unexplored area approximately located at midway between the Visuvu system and POI-D-1788, in the Doza Sector. Their last communications informed that they were approaching the object, and that their sensors readings were incredibly weird. They labelled the source of those readings as a sort of "space bubble". Nothing else. Then, there was the shut-down. All of this happened approximately one week ago, and we have received no other information or communications of any kind from that moment on."
He paused again: "Any question?"
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Captain VanDeer looked outside the windows of the conference hall, giving a fast glance to the atrium of the base. He took a fast breath, controlling the other two officers present with him at the half-empty briefing. He remembered, in some way, Timoreev. He looked young, he remember, at the command of an old-fashioned Excelsior-Class. The captain smiled a bit, signing in his dpaad all the information consigned from the little known officer. He had all the information he need, apparently. A mysterious vanished ship, in the edge of the explored space. He made only one little, negative, nod, inadvertently or involuntary touching slightly his pin.
He had to help the Ananke. Like someone else searched for him in the past, he had to return the favor to the odds, to the karma, to everything can exist and lead the life of the lonely people of the space. He had to demonstrate that the sacrifice was not vain.
He had to help the Ananke. Like someone else searched for him in the past, he had to return the favor to the odds, to the karma, to everything can exist and lead the life of the lonely people of the space. He had to demonstrate that the sacrifice was not vain.
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Commander Reeves nodded once at the orders, solidly. He looked at them on his PADD and forwarded them to the eight Starfleet officers that also called the Beagle home. It was a long held belief of Reeves that every life was sacred, so hearing about an entire ship gone missing due to spatial anomalies deeply saddened him. He stiffened up assumed a stoic expression to prepare himself for the mission. If everything wasn't controlled, things would fall apart and the mission would fail.
He turned off his PADD and looked to the visiting Captain. "Understood, sir." He said as an additional acknowledgement to his previous nod. It never hurts to confirm twice.
He turned off his PADD and looked to the visiting Captain. "Understood, sir." He said as an additional acknowledgement to his previous nod. It never hurts to confirm twice.
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Captain Selaeno checked her PADD to be sure the orders were there and complete. "Yes, sir," she said. It was a strange circumstance, but a straightforward assignment. Whether she found the Ananke intact or as a widening debris field, she was certain to find it. Coordination with two other ships might be complex, but it was logical to send multiple vessels when a single one had gone missing. Caution and swift response would preserve at least two to report the Ananke's fate.
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Captain Vartanian looked for a last time the three other captains. He nodded his head: "Very well. Good hunting out there." he said, now suddenly extremely serious.
Then, the padd still firmly in his hands, he walked out of the room.
Then, the padd still firmly in his hands, he walked out of the room.
Jesse pushed himself out of the chair and straightened his uniform, giving a faint smile to the other two there. "Well, let's get to it then." With that he walked out over the promenade bridge and into the transporter room, where his body disappeared from the wide and spacious Starbase and into the tiny corridors of his ship.
He moved to the turbolift, and in a couple seconds he had reached the next level of the ship, which happened to be the bridge. His first officer stood out of the Captain's chair, offering it to Jesse. Reeves promptly took the chair and nodded to his first in thanks, before turning to his helmsman. "Helm, please prepare for departure, I'm sending you the coordinates for our destination now." The enlisted crew member made the necessary preparations, and eased the Beagle out of dock, and with a few glides of the hand over the console, the ship jetted off to warp.
"Mr. Lowstrom, please open a channel to..." he glanced at his PADD the check the names of the people accompanying him "Captains Selaeno and VanDeer."
He moved to the turbolift, and in a couple seconds he had reached the next level of the ship, which happened to be the bridge. His first officer stood out of the Captain's chair, offering it to Jesse. Reeves promptly took the chair and nodded to his first in thanks, before turning to his helmsman. "Helm, please prepare for departure, I'm sending you the coordinates for our destination now." The enlisted crew member made the necessary preparations, and eased the Beagle out of dock, and with a few glides of the hand over the console, the ship jetted off to warp.
"Mr. Lowstrom, please open a channel to..." he glanced at his PADD the check the names of the people accompanying him "Captains Selaeno and VanDeer."
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"I suppose we will need to organize our operation now ..." he looked to the fast captain that disappear from the briefing room. He launched a glance to Selaeno "Maybe he want to organize the operation on the respective bridges. With respect, captain" he made a fast nod to the vulcan female and move, hands in the pockets, in the direction of the transporter room. He appeared a bit upset, walking fast, whispering something, maybe to himself.
After had reached his bridge, he walked to his chair, inserting his code and making a general salute to his fellow officers.
"So, what's the mission?" asked the first officers, sat near the tactical console, an hand on her knee, another on her black coffee. Like her captain, she loved the coffee.
"We had to rescue the USS Ananke. Command sent us info, last position and some strange reading. Reroute that last to the Sci Department, please" said the captain "Comm, alert the station that we are ready to depart". The communication officer turned around the head, saying that there was a communication in arriving
"Push it on the screen" responded the captain, taking his dpaad and writing on his face his best, usual, smile.
After had reached his bridge, he walked to his chair, inserting his code and making a general salute to his fellow officers.
"So, what's the mission?" asked the first officers, sat near the tactical console, an hand on her knee, another on her black coffee. Like her captain, she loved the coffee.
"We had to rescue the USS Ananke. Command sent us info, last position and some strange reading. Reroute that last to the Sci Department, please" said the captain "Comm, alert the station that we are ready to depart". The communication officer turned around the head, saying that there was a communication in arriving
"Push it on the screen" responded the captain, taking his dpaad and writing on his face his best, usual, smile.
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The Medici cleared the station and accelerated smoothly into warp, headed for the rendezvous point with the other two ships in the vicinity of the lost Ananke. Selaeno reviewed the known data once more. The missing ship had been exploring the source of a gravitational anomaly. Their sensors had registered bizarre readings. The captain had chosen to approach the source, characterizing it as a 'space bubble'. Communication ceased.
Humans were an interesting conundrum. Their contributions to scientific discovery were legion, but their methods were frequently ill-advised, even foolhardy at times. The nature of this anomaly would now be revealed, but if the Ananke had been destroyed, it still seemed a terrible waste.
"Captain, we're receiving a transmission from Commander Reeves of the USS Beagle," advised her communications officer.
Selaeno put her PADD down. "On screen," she directed.
Humans were an interesting conundrum. Their contributions to scientific discovery were legion, but their methods were frequently ill-advised, even foolhardy at times. The nature of this anomaly would now be revealed, but if the Ananke had been destroyed, it still seemed a terrible waste.
"Captain, we're receiving a transmission from Commander Reeves of the USS Beagle," advised her communications officer.
Selaeno put her PADD down. "On screen," she directed.
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The comms officer swiveled his chair around to face Jesse. "Channel open, Commander." Jesse nodded in acknowledgement and rose from his chair.
"Hello Captains. I thought it would be prudent to get into contact with both of you so that we can plan out our how to go about this rescue mission."
"Hello Captains. I thought it would be prudent to get into contact with both of you so that we can plan out our how to go about this rescue mission."
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He looked to the screen, drinking from a little, pretty cup full of hot tea, whence a thin line of vapor raised to the top of the ceiling. He smiled a bit, savoring the taste of the drink.
"I think we have to organize our efforts, yes" responded quickly to the half-screen dedicated to the Beagle "We can't know if the disappearance is linked with a natural phenomenon or for an attack" said, drinking another sip "If I can make a suggestion, maybe the Tyre or the ..." he read fast on his dpadd "... the Medici can go in reconnaissance before the others and make a rapid scan of the area. The other two ships could be able, in this manner, to react to an eventual ambush"
"I think we have to organize our efforts, yes" responded quickly to the half-screen dedicated to the Beagle "We can't know if the disappearance is linked with a natural phenomenon or for an attack" said, drinking another sip "If I can make a suggestion, maybe the Tyre or the ..." he read fast on his dpadd "... the Medici can go in reconnaissance before the others and make a rapid scan of the area. The other two ships could be able, in this manner, to react to an eventual ambush"
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Selaeno nodded once. "The anomaly in question is gravitational. The Medici's smaller mass will be an asset. I propose that prior to entering the immediate vicinity of the anomaly, a Class 1 probe should be dispatched. The Ananke reported abnormal sensor readings. It would be useful to determine the nature of those abnormalities before risking a ship, and may spring a trap intended for us."
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He nodded another time, turning his look to the captain of the Beagle "So, we have a plan?" he asked quietly, finishing her tea. Around him the bridge continued its operation, everyone ready for the next assignment, for another day in paradise.
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The Beagle's commander nodded his head firmly. "Yes, seems like we do. We'll go ahead and dispatch the probe. Medici, I believe it would be good to go ahead and prepare for entrance into the anomaly. Beagle out." The Commander turned off the viewscreen and walked over to his science officer.
"Please prepare a class 1 probe. Coordinate with engineering to launch it into the anomaly when it's ready."
After half an hour the Beagle shot the probe into the anomaly, and the Commander sat back to see the results.
"Please prepare a class 1 probe. Coordinate with engineering to launch it into the anomaly when it's ready."
After half an hour the Beagle shot the probe into the anomaly, and the Commander sat back to see the results.
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Captain Selaeno spent the half hour of grace readying her ship. Final preparations would have to wait until the results of the probe came back, but she had the engineers rebalance their energy priorities in favor of the shields. Her science officer prepared the sensors for a multi-spectrum sweep to run while they advanced.
"Captain, the Beagle's ready to deploy the probe," her operations officer advised.
"On screen," she replied. The USS Beagle appeared, and as Selaeno watched, the little Oberth fired the probe straight into the heart of the Ananke's last known coordinates.
"Captain, the Beagle's ready to deploy the probe," her operations officer advised.
"On screen," she replied. The USS Beagle appeared, and as Selaeno watched, the little Oberth fired the probe straight into the heart of the Ananke's last known coordinates.
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Like every mission, VanDeer waited silently, sat in his chair, waiting. Around him the bridge officers, used to that silence, continued their operation. The captain didn't like the noise. He preferred and everyone, on board, known that, a peaceful quiet.
"Captain, Beagle launched the probe" said St. Helen, the science officer. The captain smiled a little
"Check for eventually results but continue to keep an eye on the space around. We don't want to fall on an ambush, no?" asked rhetorically.
"Well, maybe this time is just a simple space interference" added to the talk the conn, while continuing to check the ship system
"Remember me the last time everything was simple" replied the captain. No one responded.
"Captain, Beagle launched the probe" said St. Helen, the science officer. The captain smiled a little
"Check for eventually results but continue to keep an eye on the space around. We don't want to fall on an ambush, no?" asked rhetorically.
"Well, maybe this time is just a simple space interference" added to the talk the conn, while continuing to check the ship system
"Remember me the last time everything was simple" replied the captain. No one responded.
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For everyone watching the show, it's possible to see the probe from the Beagle moving fast, reaching the "Space Bubble" few minutes after its launch.
Apparently, nothing happens after the small object surpasses the invisible barrier of the "bubble."
After ten minutes, then, a signal arrives, feeble, and data begin to be received by the Beagle.
While they match what was already known about the "casing" of the strange object, what they reveal about the inside is far more interesting....and anomalous.
The gravitational force emanates from a sphere, located at the exact centre of the "bubble": while it's impossible to determine, without further analysis from more powerful sensors, the material composition of such a sphere, it has a circle of about fifty kilometers. Inside the "bubble" there's no sign of the terrible gravitational force which should be there, basing on the laws of physics: the only form of gravity is probably that coming from the sphere, which is also the only detectable object to be an energy source of some sort. The space around it is completely void, except for one intruder: a starship.
Definitely, it is not a black-hole, or a wormhole.
Apparently, nothing happens after the small object surpasses the invisible barrier of the "bubble."
After ten minutes, then, a signal arrives, feeble, and data begin to be received by the Beagle.
While they match what was already known about the "casing" of the strange object, what they reveal about the inside is far more interesting....and anomalous.
The gravitational force emanates from a sphere, located at the exact centre of the "bubble": while it's impossible to determine, without further analysis from more powerful sensors, the material composition of such a sphere, it has a circle of about fifty kilometers. Inside the "bubble" there's no sign of the terrible gravitational force which should be there, basing on the laws of physics: the only form of gravity is probably that coming from the sphere, which is also the only detectable object to be an energy source of some sort. The space around it is completely void, except for one intruder: a starship.
Definitely, it is not a black-hole, or a wormhole.