Cracking an egg...

Posted on Sun May 18th, 2025 @ 7:35pm by Lieutenant Betaras K'ner

582 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Starbase 364
Location: SB12
Timeline: at the SB12 stop

[ SB-12 Science Lab Zeta-7 ]

K'ner watched as the seam lengthened as they varied the frequency, then it stopped as the frequency seemed to run out, then warbled a bit, then the seam disappeared completely back into the skin of the craft.. or object... or apparatus... of whatever it was they were calling it now.

"See that, that's what I was talking about."

K'ner nodded. "I see professor, but what does it mean? You can open it?"

The man released a sigh of exasperation. "That's just it. That's as far as it goes." He seemed quite perplexed.

K'ner would've chuckled if she wasn't also confused. "And the signal hasn't returned?"

The professor shook his head. "No. The signal your crew recorded was certainly a Fleet standard format, but not... not our equipment. it practically radiates out from the object. I guess once it registered that it had been picked up, it didn't need to broadcast anymore. For good or ill, it has been retrieved, and forces of the multi-verse strangle me hoarse, I'm not going to be able to rest until I've opened up this little surprise."

"And you've figured out how to do that?" K'ner was more curious than cautious now.

The man shook his head, his eyes never leaving the apparatus. "I can extrapolate the sequence, but I'll need more equipment to be able to replicate the harmonic frequency shifts involved. It starts simple enough, but gets exponentially more complicated. I'll have to build what I need I'm afraid. It's almost... musical"

"Well, Professor Timone, if anyone can, you can. You know me, I can't hold a tune in a bucket. Just let me know if there's anything you need. We depend on a lot from you."

"I am just one of the few..." He said, in cadence.

"for the all..." K'ner intoned and nodded as she made her exit. The professor probably wouldn't even realize she was gone for a bit yet. She needed to get back to the Slivin to finish loading and prepping so they were ready to further the Captain's plan of mischief about the galaxy.


[ SB-12 Maint Quad ]

Deena and Kotsoo slapped their palms once, twice, then each chose one of the international symbols of decision-making, Deena with Rock, and Kotsoo with Scissors.

"BAM!" Deena said triumphantly with her Bantha pride laugh. "You get the duty!"

Kotsoo shook his head and grumbled while inserting his nasal filters. "I hate this job sometimes," and grabbed the gagh barrel...


[ Slivin, Engineering ]

Korra's voice echoed out from under the console she had half disappeared into, muttering more heartfelt curses under her breath that the universal translator had long since been told to ignore. Something banged inside, like a wrench hammering on something.

"The Klingon technician should have his brow ridges kicked! I swear, they totally screw things up, just to make it harder on everyone! There's enough challenges out there when something goes wrong, you don't need to compound the issues during an actual emergency!"

Nod smiled, but only because he knew she couldn't see it. The team thought he had a quick temper but once their commo/comp geek was over that line, even Nod knew to give her plenty of space. . . Not to mention she was as large as he was and just as bulked up, he always loved sparring with her, but not when she was mad, or worse, frustrated, like now...



OFF:

Lt Betaras K'ner
Hazard Team Combat Medic TL-B / CMO
USS Chuck Norris

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