Joint Duty Log - Lt Waterhouse & Ltjg Roswell - "Till We Knew 'Em Mathematically"

Posted on Sun Jul 27th, 2014 @ 7:54pm by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Lieutenant JG Saia Roswell
Edited on on Sun Jul 27th, 2014 @ 7:56pm

1,266 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: In the Dark

With the command team successfully retrieved from the planet, for some value of the word successful, but the ship having taken a beating to achieve it, the currently acting commanding officers was Lieutenant Commander Almar Dahe'el, and he was a very busy man. Rochelle Ivanova was under the care of sickbay and expected to recover, but the time frame depended entirely on her. Landon Neyes... his fate was less clear; the only thing clear was that he was in the hands of the Trill Symbiosis commission. If Amelia took her mother's experience with that viper's nest at face value, she had nothing but sympathy for the man if he woke up. Not waking and having the Neyes symbiont passed to a new host might be more merciful.

Amelia didn't have time to muse on the fate of a man she only knew from his service record. She was currently left to her own devices; her boss was still cooling his heels in the brig, waiting to speak to the commanding officer of this ship. For now, Amelia would do what she does best: collect information. The one thing that'd stood out when she'd finally had a chance to sit down and look at the information on why the Vindicator was at this worthless hunk of ice was their government had dangled a shiny thing in front of the Federation while trying to gain entrance: a power source.

After what had happened, their chances of actually getting to join the Federation was practically nonexistent, but if the right people in intelligence were to get the information, other arrangements could be made if Starfleet called for a new source of power. So Amelia was looking for the Chief Science officer to see if she had any information for Amelia to bundle off in a report.

"Computer, locate Saia Roswell," Amelia directed, smoothing her uniform. She technically didn't have to wear it, she was intelligence after all, but she'd found that other starfleet officers were more cooperative when she went through the motions with uniform and rank.

Saia was in her office, thankful that with any indication that something was "off" with her was overlooked with far more serious things to take care of. Finally feeling warm again, which she never did quite get warm once she was brought back to the camp. However, getting back to her bed, a hot water shower and climate controlled quarters, she thawed. Kevin didn't like the elevated heat of the couple of days, but he seemed too happy to have her home alive to complain much. He wasn't around much anyway. She didn't really mind and she understood. When he was around, it seemed like it was in the beginning. Except that he didn't seem to mind the lack of intimacy.

She had a nagging thought that it was a red flag, but she really didn't want to think about it. Saia felt like things were back to normal. Normal for her anyway. She was in her lab and even looking over reports of the archives. They were old, as there wasn't much chance to look at them, but it gave her a sense of home to look at the data. That was after, of course, she set up some algorithms and filters and diagnostics to look at the muddled, garbled, data that the scanners picked up. There was a lot of interference for the copputer to sort through as well as defragment the pieces of data. The best way she thought to explain it to someone was that it seemed as if it was trying to pick up two signals, say the magnetic poles of the planet as as well as the lifesigns. Instead of going in two separate straight lines into the scanner, they weaved about each other and ended up in one stream that looked a lot like how it sounds when two people talk and interrupt each other, oftentimes overlapping, talking over each other.

The data was a mess, but she was glad to get it back to the ship where she knew the equipment worked. Saia was tapping her fingers now watching the indicator slowly progress from 34% to 34.6%. She sighed and went into her office to look over the pile of reports her staff left for her while she was on the away mission.

Still getting used to the new ship, Amelia made it to the science labs only getting turned around once. She walked in cautiously, stopping just far enough inside the door's sensor range to to let it close behind her. She looked to see if there was need for safety goggles or a lab coat, then looked for the Chief Science Officer's office.

"Lieutenant Roswell?" Amelia called out, still standing just inside the door.

Before she made it far enough in for the door to close, she heard the voice. She blinked. It was a woman's voice, so first guess was removed and she sighed in relief. No one came to visit the labs. She turned and walked over to the only person not in a lab coat. Coming closer, she saw the pips, "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"Amelia Waterhouse, intel," she introduced herself, choosing to state the obvious despite the gray of her uniform being able to speak for itself. "I've got some questions about that (Klingon swear) frozen planet and the power source they baited us with, if you might be able to help me out?"

Saia very well recognized the gray but smiled appreciating the introduction. She then frowned paranoid that Saul had sent her. She had lifted a foot to step back and even took that step up until 'frozen planet' was spoken. She then let out a chuckle, playing it off on a truth, "I know that word well." She then swallowed and looked over at the console with the progress display. "The computer has a lot of data to muddle through. What we brought back is riddled with disturbances and interference and..." She shook her head, "The power source may or may not be the cause of the interferences with the scanning equipment, but even if not, it makes it impossible for us to work on that planet until we can develop some counter measures."

Amelia had watched the young woman's face carefully while speaking, and made a mental note to find out later why an intel officer saying they had some questions might provoke that reaction. It wasn't what she was here for now, so she smoothly moved forward, nodding to acknowledge what had just been told to her.

"Were you able to get any samples, or just the data readings? If the source of the interference is the power source, is it likely to be difficult to use on a starship?"

Saia shook her head, "No, just taking some time for the computer to sort it all out. I'm afraid I never got around to getting samples. Everything went to hell before we got a chance."

"I've read some of what happened down there, so that's very understandable," Amelia returned, and bit her lip. It sounded like there wasn't going to be much information available yet. "Could you copy me on whatever report you put together, once you're able to make some sense of the data? I'd like to attach it to my report back to Intel."

Saia smiled, "Of course, Lieutenant."

"Thank you," Amelia grinned. "Now, let me get out of your hair."

Saia smiled, "Come see us anytime."

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lieutenant Amelia Waterhouse
Infiltration Specialist
USS Vindicator

Lt. (jg) Saia Roswell
Chief of Sciences
USS Vindicator

 

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