Yesterday, 10:48 PM
>>Bridge>>
In a shimmering hum, Jaein materialized on the Klingon bridge. He was immediately assaulted by the stench of blood and general combat, and was momentarily glad he hadn't gotten that extra coffee. It had been a long time since he'd been on a battlefield, and if he'd had his way it would have been even longer. Then why did you agree to Givens' job offer? he questioned himself. But that was neither here nor there, and he got his stomach back under control as he spotted the captain off to one side and walked to her, engineering kit in hand.
"What do we have?" he asked rhetorically as she waved him to the console. At first glance she was definitely right - it was a security console. "I've actually seen one of these before," he said. "We salvaged one from an attack ship in the leadup to the invasion of Chin'toka. From what we could tell" - he set a tricorder on the surface and began working the controls, letting the language database he'd loaded translate it into standard - "it was an IFF system, with their 'all clear' codes built in to make sure that they weren't shot by the system defenses as they came in. Didn't help, because they changed the codes on an almost weekly basis, and ours hadn't been updated in quite some time."
He started working the controls, trying to find out what he could. "If we're lucky, though," he told her, "we may be able to find out more about why it's here from the system logs. Maybe when it was updated, and especially when it was last used. That might give us an idea of where it was used, based on flight times."
==GM: Any useful information I can glean from the system?==
In a shimmering hum, Jaein materialized on the Klingon bridge. He was immediately assaulted by the stench of blood and general combat, and was momentarily glad he hadn't gotten that extra coffee. It had been a long time since he'd been on a battlefield, and if he'd had his way it would have been even longer. Then why did you agree to Givens' job offer? he questioned himself. But that was neither here nor there, and he got his stomach back under control as he spotted the captain off to one side and walked to her, engineering kit in hand.
"What do we have?" he asked rhetorically as she waved him to the console. At first glance she was definitely right - it was a security console. "I've actually seen one of these before," he said. "We salvaged one from an attack ship in the leadup to the invasion of Chin'toka. From what we could tell" - he set a tricorder on the surface and began working the controls, letting the language database he'd loaded translate it into standard - "it was an IFF system, with their 'all clear' codes built in to make sure that they weren't shot by the system defenses as they came in. Didn't help, because they changed the codes on an almost weekly basis, and ours hadn't been updated in quite some time."
He started working the controls, trying to find out what he could. "If we're lucky, though," he told her, "we may be able to find out more about why it's here from the system logs. Maybe when it was updated, and especially when it was last used. That might give us an idea of where it was used, based on flight times."
==GM: Any useful information I can glean from the system?==