[Unknown settlement, ch'Dabhae]
Sakarra's eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly enough, but she could hear and feel Cyrin hesitating behind her.
A shattered window let in just enough light to make out several more doors, and the young woman's tricorder pointed her towards the left. Motioning for Cyrin to follow, she strode across the room with the domed ceiling, kicking up dust as she went.
Shades of gray and washed-out green everywhere, and a sense as if this building had been abandoned long before this plague had befallen the settlement. Hardly unexpected, the door did not yield right away and Sakarra strained to push the metal open.
His tricorder still in hand, the young Betazoid followed her to the blinking consoles, the first and only sign that there might indeed someone still be alive down here.
"If I set up the translation matrix, will you be able to triangulate the source of the signal?" there was a shade of concern in the dark haired Vulcan's voice, but Cyrin was already steering towards a blinking display with much less hesitation than before.
Operations officer to the bone. Sakarra had no doubt he'd be able to make these consoles sit up and beg if it suited him.
A shattered window let in just enough light to make out several more doors, and the young woman's tricorder pointed her towards the left. Motioning for Cyrin to follow, she strode across the room with the domed ceiling, kicking up dust as she went.
Shades of gray and washed-out green everywhere, and a sense as if this building had been abandoned long before this plague had befallen the settlement. Hardly unexpected, the door did not yield right away and Sakarra strained to push the metal open.
His tricorder still in hand, the young Betazoid followed her to the blinking consoles, the first and only sign that there might indeed someone still be alive down here.
"If I set up the translation matrix, will you be able to triangulate the source of the signal?" there was a shade of concern in the dark haired Vulcan's voice, but Cyrin was already steering towards a blinking display with much less hesitation than before.
Operations officer to the bone. Sakarra had no doubt he'd be able to make these consoles sit up and beg if it suited him.
Cyrin did not like the feeling the room was giving off. He sneezed from the dust being kicked up as they walked. He watched as Sakarra got the door to open, his eyes darting for the blinking console when he turned towards her, a half grin set on his face "Do you doubt me Lieutenant?" he said knowing she didn't.
The question earned the young Betazoid a raised brow, albeit a good humored one, and Sakarra set down her tricorder on one of the access panels. Immediately, the little device chirped and Rihannsu characters began to resolve into Federation standard on it's little screen.
"I should think not, Cyrin Dicari."
"I should think not, Cyrin Dicari."
Cyrin smiled at the Vulcans sense of humor, as he understood it. Folding up his tricorder he put it on his belt and began tinkering with the consoles now that they had been translated for him. He quickly began working on triangulating the distress signal, drawing power from various sources … hoping that nothing blew up. As he set one console to begin triangulating the location, he slid over to another to attempt to figure out the exact frequency. It didn't take him long to get the frequency, but it looked foreign to him. "Ummm, Lieutenant I think I might have found something. At least a frequency." He added.
"Indeed." Sakarra had been attempting to access information stored in the databanks, but aside from some initial reports after the station had been completed, there was precious little to find.
"Curious." she walked over to Cyrin and glanced over the young Betazoid's shoulder. The frequency not only bore a striking resemblance to one the Galae might use, but seemed in fact to come from a Rihannsu vessel.
"Might it be possible to increase the resolution, Ensign? Strange as it may seem, I believe this signal is sent by a ship located on the planet's surface."
"Curious." she walked over to Cyrin and glanced over the young Betazoid's shoulder. The frequency not only bore a striking resemblance to one the Galae might use, but seemed in fact to come from a Rihannsu vessel.
"Might it be possible to increase the resolution, Ensign? Strange as it may seem, I believe this signal is sent by a ship located on the planet's surface."
"I can try, there isn't many systems I can boost the resolution from, give me a few moments." About a minute later he had managed to boost the resolution by twenty percent. "Lieutenant, twenty percent. That's the best I can give you without knowing the full capacity of this equipment." He answered.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Sakarra made a small adjustment to the tricorder which was still tied into the console and found what she was looking for.
"If you narrow your efforts to the spectrum of these frequencies," she touched one of the cold, dust covered screens which blinked in compliance before displaying Rihannsu script in bright green letters "and take into account the limited range of a ship's comm system, we should be able to narrow our search to a 500 meter radius."
"If you narrow your efforts to the spectrum of these frequencies," she touched one of the cold, dust covered screens which blinked in compliance before displaying Rihannsu script in bright green letters "and take into account the limited range of a ship's comm system, we should be able to narrow our search to a 500 meter radius."
Cyrin nodded, narrowing the spectrum. "Four hundred meters is more of acceptable number Lieutenant. If I could just…" he trailed off into his own little world as his hand danced across the screen, "if I reroute this here….put in this algorithm here….swap these around. Voila!" He said with a smile, "Four Hundred fifty meter radius. How does that sound Lieutenant?" He asked.
"Voila indeed, Ensign. Well done." Sakarra favored the young Betazoid with an appreciative glance and downloaded the coordinates.
[To be continued...]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
&
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
Chief Helm Officer
&
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
USS Charon
