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current_story:whispers_in_the_void_part_1 [2023/09/18 04:25] cromwellcurrent_story:whispers_in_the_void_part_1 [2023/11/05 16:37] (current) cromwell
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 Admiral Kostya closed the channel, and proceeded to slowly swivel his chair back and forth while he stared at the blank screen. His eyes betrayed a wandering mind and a longing soul, and as the back-and-forth motion of the chair subsided, he dialed a security code into the lower right drawer of his executive desk. A soft pneumatic hiss registered the opening of the compartment, and after pushing aside a few cherished trinkets and classified security tapes, he produced a deactivated PADD device. With a press of his thumbprint, the admiral brought title screen to life: Admiral Kostya closed the channel, and proceeded to slowly swivel his chair back and forth while he stared at the blank screen. His eyes betrayed a wandering mind and a longing soul, and as the back-and-forth motion of the chair subsided, he dialed a security code into the lower right drawer of his executive desk. A soft pneumatic hiss registered the opening of the compartment, and after pushing aside a few cherished trinkets and classified security tapes, he produced a deactivated PADD device. With a press of his thumbprint, the admiral brought title screen to life:
  
 +<WRAP left round box 30em>
 +<WRAP centeralign>
 **USS SARATOGA INCIDENT FILE BRIEF\\  **USS SARATOGA INCIDENT FILE BRIEF\\ 
 INTERDICTION ORDER #1224\\  INTERDICTION ORDER #1224\\ 
 STARDATE 53718.6\\  STARDATE 53718.6\\ 
 TOP SECRET - FOR YOUR EYES ONLY** TOP SECRET - FOR YOUR EYES ONLY**
 +</WRAP> 
 +</WRAP> 
 +<WRAP>\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\  
 +</WRAP>
 Settling back into his chair, Kostya sighed. "I won't let them take you from me again, my darling," he whispered. Sifting through several pages on the PADD, he stopped to read one page in detail, as if relishing a nostalgic memory: Settling back into his chair, Kostya sighed. "I won't let them take you from me again, my darling," he whispered. Sifting through several pages on the PADD, he stopped to read one page in detail, as if relishing a nostalgic memory:
  
 +<WRAP left round box 30em>
 +<WRAP centeralign>
 **EXPERIMENTAL HOLOGRID PROJECT\\  **EXPERIMENTAL HOLOGRID PROJECT\\ 
 RESURGENT MEMORY PROGRAMMING\\  RESURGENT MEMORY PROGRAMMING\\ 
 EMH/COMPUTER INTERFACE ANOMALY REPORT** EMH/COMPUTER INTERFACE ANOMALY REPORT**
 +</WRAP>
 +</WRAP>
  
  
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 Timeframe: Stardate 62056.8 (present day)** Timeframe: Stardate 62056.8 (present day)**
  
-As the aging doors to the cargo deck groaned open, the Cardassian-themed storage bay gave way to engineering control consoles and multi-faceted workstations that fueled a number of expertly-placed holo-projectors aimed at the central staging area, clearly demarcating a transition away from a warehousing role and into that of an advanced engineering testing lab.  In the center of control console emplacements, an aging bald man in a lab coat turned to see two Starfleet individuals entering his experimental work area:  Both were of lieutenant commander rank and sported gold piping on their cuffs, thus denoting their positions in the operations/engineering branches.  However, beyond that, the two were of starkly different demeanor, with one being a short youthful Ferengi, while the other was a tall, slender human with black hair peppered with streaks of gray.  +As the aging doors to the cargo deck groaned open, the Cardassian-themed storage bay gave way to engineering control consoles and multi-faceted workstations that fueled a number of expertly-placed holo-projectors aimed at the central staging area, clearly demarcating a transition away from a warehousing role and into that of an advanced engineering testing lab.  At the center of the control console emplacements, an aging bald man in a lab coat turned to see two Starfleet individuals entering his experimental work area:  Both were of lieutenant commander rank and sported gold piping on their cuffs, thus denoting their positions in the operations/engineering branches.  However, beyond that, the two were of starkly different demeanor, with one being a short youthful Ferengi, while the other was a tall, slender human with black hair peppered with streaks of gray.  
  
 The doors ground closed once again as Nog and the taller stranger approached Doctor Zimmerman, and the Ferengi -- who was espousing a barely-containable air of enthusiasm and eagerness -- introduced the newcomer.  The doors ground closed once again as Nog and the taller stranger approached Doctor Zimmerman, and the Ferengi -- who was espousing a barely-containable air of enthusiasm and eagerness -- introduced the newcomer. 
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 "Re-validate previous directive!" he bellowed to overcome the conversational occlusion buffers of the Shannon-facsimile.  "Access level two information nodes!  Task Force One command override Seven-Two-Alpha, voice authorization: Virtus-Freedom-Star-Omega-One-Three!"  "Re-validate previous directive!" he bellowed to overcome the conversational occlusion buffers of the Shannon-facsimile.  "Access level two information nodes!  Task Force One command override Seven-Two-Alpha, voice authorization: Virtus-Freedom-Star-Omega-One-Three!" 
  
-"Communications network access confirmed," the monotone voice of Shannon Harris replied.  What occurred next was a curious set of verbal acknowledgements interspersed with the warbles and trills of a computer processing a complex series of algorithms.  "Task Force One command access recognized... Uplink to Starfleet mainframe established...  Code green detected...  Interdiction Order one-two-two-four override engaged...  Transferring command functions to contingency protocol NX-one-two-point-one-one.  Commencing emergency command holo-program upload..."+"Communications network access confirmed," the monotone voice of Shannon Harris replied.  What occurred next was a curious set of verbal acknowledgements interspersed with the warbles and trills of a computer processing a complex series of algorithms.  "Task Force One command access recognized... Uplink to Starfleet mainframe established...  Code green detected...  Interdiction Order one-two-two-four override engaged...  Transferring command functions to contingency protocol NX-one-two-point-one-one-beta.  Commencing emergency command holo-program upload..."
  
 Without warning, the holographic image of Shannon Harris ceased it's verbose techno-babble and vanished in a wisp of photonic energy.  A moment of shock and confusion befell the group of engineers.  Before they were able to comprehend what had just happened, another hologram had vanished, that of Vladamir Kostya.  Following that, the three engineers sprang into a flurry of remediation activities. Without warning, the holographic image of Shannon Harris ceased it's verbose techno-babble and vanished in a wisp of photonic energy.  A moment of shock and confusion befell the group of engineers.  Before they were able to comprehend what had just happened, another hologram had vanished, that of Vladamir Kostya.  Following that, the three engineers sprang into a flurry of remediation activities.
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