Noah crested the low rise and saw just what he had expected: a Federation pre-fab building sitting on the spot he had specified when he ordered it. It wasn't much to look at, now, but it was his and right now, that's all that mattered. Noah shifted how the rucksack sat on his shoulders and began walking the last few meters to The Dive Shack.
It had begun as an idea when he was a Junior at Starfleet Academy: he would retire somewhere and run a recreational underwater diving service. It would give him the chance to explore and dive, two of his most favorite past times, and he could share his enthusiasm with others. Throughout his career, Noah always wondered if this particular dream would actually come to fruition and the last several months…
Noah waited nervously just inside the Flight Operations building. He looked at the PADD again and checked the incoming freighter's manifest for the hundredth time. The freighter and its cargo had nothing to do with Noah's nervousness; checking the manifest gave him something to do. The root of his nervousness stemmed from the presence of a passenger on an incoming Starfleet courier.
Some of his nerves, he supposed on reflection, came from the investigation of his actions during the Lolthene mission. His first meeting with Admiral Killian hadn't been that great. Noah had bungled trying to pin down whether this was an investigation or a court martial. The admiral had simply ignored Noah's questions and proceeded on her agenda. He had heard f…
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Executive Officer's Personal Log 201801.01
We're limping the Lexington back to OPX and working on what repairs we can while under way. I've pretty much given Behr control of Operations for the time as I'm consumed in Engineering. With Lieutenant Simpson on LOA and having a brand new Ensign assigned to the department, I feel a more experienced hand is needed. I don't doubt Ensign Mazzi's abilities but I also don't feel ready to make an Ensign the department head.
My biggest chore, besides the repair of the Lex, at the moment is finishing an accurate report of our time with the Lolthene. Captain….sorry….Fleet Captain Arzie is facing pressure from Sector Command regarding our entire experience there and I have a bad feelin…
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After the attack on OPX by the cephalopod creature, I've focused much of my efforts on salvaging the Lex. She's pretty beat up; the starboard nacelle was torn off, both the rear landing gear struts collapsed and the front gear sheared off at the foot. There was quite a bit of surface damage but we lucked out. Though she was tossed and beaten, the Lex didn't sustain any structural damage.
The Hangar and Flight Ops office were obliterated by the tentacle attack as well.
We have an SCE ship due here in about 2 weeks to rebuild the Hangar; until then, the Engineering crews will just have to endure the elements.
I have to wonder, though: how did our biological surveys and those of the expeditions befo…
The Bhutan Incident still weighs on my mind. The investigation has been handed off to Starfleet Intelligence but not the Environmental Cleanup and subsequent Impact Surveys. Those have been left to us to accomplish. I can't say I'm that surprised; with the current flux of the galaxy, anything that even has a whiff of espionage to it gets gobbled up by SI.
I also can't say I'll miss the headache of the investigation. Maybe now we can return to a more normal state of business around here.
The Lex is needing a shakedown/ refit cruise and I'm thinking of asking Captain Arzie for the duty. The permanent facility is proceeding on schedule, barring a brief interruption as the SCE crew rotates. Sector Command has floated the ide…
XO’s Personal Log
I assembled the Working Group today in an effort to answer some of the questions that lay before us regarding the fungi incident.
NOTE TO SELF: Get with Lt. Mardil and see if he’s come up with anything for the naming of the fungi
Ensigns Pix and MacArdry brought quite a bit of scientific curiosity and acumen to the table. Each was willing to continue testing on the samples we have in quarantine. Additionally, MacArdry was able to locate some colonies of near match fungi on other continents (85% match). But the thorn in my side throughout the entire meeting was Doctor Avirett.
I understand that physicians have to have a certain amount of detachment (for things like triage and the like)…
To: Lieutenant Noah Masterson, Operations
Division, Outpost Phoenix
From: Starfleet Corps of Engineering, Personnel Section
Because you are not actively posted as an Engineering officer at your current post, you will be required to complete an Engineering Qualification Field Exam. This exam, which is chosen for you at random by the SCE Promotions and Evaluations Branch, is included on this PADD. You may upload it to any Starfleet holodeck and the program will commence. You will have a program-indicated period of familiarization before the actual exam will commence. Keep in mind that once the program begins, the holodeck will limit your access to period only technology, except in an emergency situation. We therefore recommend…
This is probably my last log from Bersallis III, as I'm going to be rather busy at packing and leaving. We still don't know anything about the meteor that hit...no...that's not entirely true.
Pix found out that the fragments explode when heated. Wrecked the equipment while I had Captain Arzie on comms. There I was talking to the Captain about our lack of progress and Pix detonates the [metallic scraping and rattling as if moving metallic object] Graduated Thermal Density Autoclave. I could have slapped him...but the damage had been done. Of course, his majesty the Governor heard about this started throwing around accusations about us destroying his equipment. The sooner we're off Bersallis III, the better fo…
I've been far too busy to log for several reasons. First, the Federation governor who is replacing us showed up, unannounced. We had to scramble to finish his accomodations, with him breathing over us at every turn. Second, I've had my hands full with the change-over in Operations personnel. I've always run an informal, yet disciplined Operations division. I've told my people that I'm not a stickler for pomp and circumstance as it screws with efficiency. We have to abide by the "Rocks and Shoals" but not in order to sacrifice the smooth Operation of our post.
Evidently, that's not so with this crew. His every move is coordinated, planned for and attended by everyone not otherwise occupied. I've seen full …
The civilian techs got a bit of bad news. Their senior tech, evidently a well-respected and universally liked individual, was killed in a shuttle accident. I don't know any of the particulars but I could tell by their expressions when I had to deliver the news that it was an enormous blow to their morale.
After the announcement, I spoke to the junior tech and felt out his confidence level. He was confident that he could do the senior tech's job; he wasn't so confident that he would have the same loyalty or devotion from the crew. I merely reminded him that the senior tech had had several years in order to gain these things; whereas he was being thrust into the fire. I reminded him to take his time and do wha…
Because of a recent storm, the OPX Engineers and I have been scanning sections of GNDN transmission buses in order to realign their polarities. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Operations. I went to the Academy as an Engineering student and graduated as an Engineering officer. And then I became an Operations officer. Occasionally, I cross over to Tactical but for the most part...Operations is my world now. I still enjoy Engineering work, so maybe it's just this place. Common tasks such as maintenance are arduous and laborious because they haven't been done or because sub-standard materials were used. I don't know the whole story about Phoenix, but I get the impression it was built in a hurry and on …
The Pleiades is back to running at peak efficiency now. After finishing the task that brought me here, I checked in with Flight Ops for clearance. They wouldn't issue it at that time because there was quite a bit of magnetic radiation that was lingering from the storm. So, I dug in with the Engineers here and helped out the best I could. By the time Flight Ops contacted me and gave me my clearance, I was ready to leave. We had, for the first time in her tenure on the Pleiades the Engineering officer told me, gotten ahead in Maintenance/ Engineering tasks. I spoke briefly with the Operations crew regarding their orders. As with the Engineering crew, they have received orders telling them to await their …
As promised, I'm on the Pleiades today. I shuttled up after Officer's Call. I spoke to the Engineering Officer about orders. She's on orders to stay with the station until Starfleet decides its fate. She offered to help with OPX when she could. I emphatically took her up on the offer especially once we start up the upcoming shuttle maintenance.
We checked out the power fluctuations; turns out the power couplings for the main buses had had their polarities reversed. An unforeseen complication that popped up was that several banks of isolinear chips were fused into a solid mass. We were able to free the mass but I wasn't able to do anymore. An atmospheric storm settled over OPX and Flight Ops revoked my flight clearance. I…
This is much worse than I had originally thought. I had no more than gotten OPX squared away, in terms of Engineering chores, when the Pleiades crew made contact. The Engineering officer in charge had been having trouble with several systems and was contacting the former CEO for assistance. I appraised her of the situation and I'll be taking a shuttle up to the platform tomorrow.
I'm not sure that I'll need to name either of the Engineering crew to be in nominal charge. I think it would actually slow down any work that needs to be accomplished. Rather than focus on that, I've got them concentrating on the scheduled daily tasks.
Next week, we'll be concentrating on shuttle maintenance and overhaul.
Feeling somewhat apprehensive about her current decision, she left the engineering hangar and took her time walking to Ops. The fresh air helped ease her mind and clear her thoughts. If things were not planned out perfectly and one mistake was made, it could cost her her outpost. However, deep down inside she had a feeling this was the right thing to do.
Approximately twenty minutes later, she sauntered into Ops. “Missed you at the meeting, Chief,” she said with a wink as she joined Masterson.
"No disrespect was intended, Captain," Noah began. Since the spatial anomaly, he'd had a more noticeable sense of dread or foreboding.
"But I do feel I have to point out the speed at which with this project is progressing with seemingly no thou…
It had been some time since Noah had climbed last. He caught himself making the climb harder on himself than need be. He pulled himself up onto a natural ledge and looked for the next point of attack. As he looked, he found his mind drifting back to the events in Engineering. He felt a twinge of guilt for stunning Thomas as he remembered seeing the Ensign’s face. The effects of the orbs had just dissipated and Noah remembered seeing recognition in Thomas’s eyes when the stun blast had hit him. Noah had acted on instinct. He had reasoned then and reassured himself numerous times in the past few hours that he’d stunned Thomas because he hadn’t had time to find out if the troublemaker was still under the influence or not. At the time when he’…
Noah could see the raw energy arc from the inflow power conduit that he just unplugged to the intake port on the shield generator. He saw his hands being burned, the power surges carrying the current from his finger tips up through his forearms. The pain coursed through his arms but he knew that Phoenix’s only chance was in his hands. He desperately jammed the conduit into the shield generator and felt the feedback hit his body. The bolt struck him in the chest and he instantly knew he had no control over his body. His legs locked then crumpled, no longer able to support his weight. He saw the LCARS panel show that the shunt had worked but a high-frequency whine told him otherwise. The panel exploded, sending large pieces of duranium and s…
“Sir, three Romulan Dhael class warbirds are de-cloaking off of the port quarter; lead vessel holding steady at 5000 kilometers,” the tactical officer said.
“Very well. On screen,” Noah responded. He’d already had the Helios brought to Red Alert at the XO’s recommendation when the Science officer detected a singularity signature in the area. The main viewer showed three of the droop-winged ships, their outlines slightly obscured as their cloaking fields dropped. Noah had never faced this class of ship before. He’d been briefed on the class’s capabilities but that was a far cry from facing one.
“Sensors indicate that all three vessels have powered up their weapons,” the tactical officer said. Noah knew that the Dhael class’s Singularity Inv…
Noah put the last item in the backpack and closed the main flap on his Bergen. He did a double check of his quarters and made sure he’d packed everything. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, he shouldered the backpack and headed out of his quarters. This was the first significant amount of time he’d had off duty since the El Camino Incident and the most recent brush with the Gorn Task Force. He was heading into the mountains for two very important reasons: one- he had been unable to perform an intimate and important personal ceremony and two- he needed to clear his head and re-establish his focus.
The walk out of the quarters building was uneventful, as most everyone was off enjoying their time off, too. Noah nodded pleasantly to those that…
“I have made no more progress with the chips. The protein resequencing subroutine has become stymied and I don’t want to risk any potential cross-contamination with the ship. I thought that maybe I’d be able to extract some nugget of data from one of them that Commander Ramirez and I could lay at the Captain’s feet, a sort of smoking gun as it were. But, no such luck; given enough computing power and the right minds to do this, one could reconstruct the data and then decrypt it. However, I’m not Starfleet Intelligence…no matter who I’m working for right now.
I’m due back on duty in about an hour or so; we’ll be docking with King’s Cross Station and Mister Aquila wants ‘all hands on deck’…
“My assignment to the El Camino mission has, temporarily, delayed my reporting to Commander Ramirez my findings from the burned out isolinear chips. On the positive side, I’ve brought a set of cloned chips and the combo decryption program with me from OPX. In what spare time I have, I have been working on recreating the data. I’ve given up if only temporarily, decrypting the remainder of the data on the chips and have focused solely on the burned out spots. The protein resequencing subroutine has helped in this area but none of the PADDs that I have access to have enough computing power to resequence more than a few digits at a time. In this, my task would be made simpler if only I could t…
I’ve been working as much as I can on these chips. I took the liberty of contacting a friend of mine from the Academy to borrow a data decryption algorithm that he wrote. He suggested combining his algorithm with a protein re-sequencing subroutine from the replicators in order to reconstitute the data on the burned out spot. This yielded some interesting results: I’ve extrapolated some 23% of the data from the burned area. However, the data is encrypted on multiple levels and appears to be in a language I’m not familiar with. I’ve resisted the urge to run it through the central database translator for fear that I’ll be discovered before I can explain my situation to Commander Ramirez. For that reason…
Five days ago, I was assigned to a Work Party that was led by Lieutenant Commander Ramirez. My first responsibility was to restore several of the large display screens to working order in the Command building. In doing this, I found that several of the display systems’ isolinear chips were burned out. I had intended to simply replace them but Commander Ramirez instructed me to scan each of the burned out chips for abnormalities. After several attempts, I was able to properly recalibrate my tricorder and find the abnormalities that Commander Ramirez was looking for. Embedded in the display subroutine was an extra code series; it is no coincidence that this is where the chips physically burned out. I …
Personal Log Stardate:20140327 1530.00
I have arrived at my first post, Outpost Phoenix on Bersalis III, and my first day was not what anyone would have expected. First, I had to ride a shuttle down to the surface because the Captain of OPX had ordered the Transports shut down. It seems the planet’s magnetic fields were unstable because the planet’s rotation was slowing. During the ride down, the shuttle pilot had to fight increasingly unstable winds as a storm system began producing several funnel clouds.
Once on the ground, I had to fight to make it from the shuttle pad, behind Operations, to Engineering only to find it abandoned. I grabbed a toolkit and a tool belt that I found lying draped across a console and continued mo…