03-30-2026, 12:27 AM
Sebastian glanced up from the console at the soft hiss of the doors, his attention sharpening as the Andorian entered. He took in the details quickly—the deliberate quiet of her, the slight tilt of her head, the alert stillness behind those amber eyes. Not submissive, he noted. Efficient.
He straightened just slightly, offering a measured nod.
“Midshipman Cortez, yes,” he confirmed, his tone calm but attentive. “And you can drop the ‘sir’, Call me Pedro, we’re all just trying to keep this place from falling apart.”
A faint hint of a smile touched the corner of his mouth before he gestured toward the scattered readouts and half-active displays around the lab.
“Your timing’s good, Petty Officer sh'Sjöress. I’ve got the computer that’s behaving like it has opinions, and I’d rather not argue with it alone.” He stepped aside, giving her a clearer view of the main console. “I have it running a comparative analysis of every known language in the Federation's linguistic database.
His gaze flicked briefly to her antennae, then back to her eyes—an acknowledgment, not curiosity. Sebastian found Andorians fascinating; they're expressive, functional sensory organs tied to balance, emotion, and awareness.
“I’m not sure if the Federation Linguistic database will be enough. I feel to decode this Alien Language, we would need access to other Language Databases, like Romulan, Cardassian, Ferengi, but especially the Borg Linguistic database.” Said Pedro, his voice filled with a sense of wonder.
“Chief, I can’t help but feel that these aliens could be dangerous. I can’t explain it. Just something deep inside tells me so. I mean, why would these people be in cryogenic sleep? The most obvious being, they are a colony ship, as they lack warp technology, or they could be infected with some illness, and sent into space to prevent a plague, but they could be criminals, maybe these aliens are so violent that their civilization decided to send them into space for the greater good of their society?” Stated Sebastian.
Sebastian knew that once the Language was deciphered, then and only then could they proceed safely.
== Tag Chief.==
He straightened just slightly, offering a measured nod.
“Midshipman Cortez, yes,” he confirmed, his tone calm but attentive. “And you can drop the ‘sir’, Call me Pedro, we’re all just trying to keep this place from falling apart.”
A faint hint of a smile touched the corner of his mouth before he gestured toward the scattered readouts and half-active displays around the lab.
“Your timing’s good, Petty Officer sh'Sjöress. I’ve got the computer that’s behaving like it has opinions, and I’d rather not argue with it alone.” He stepped aside, giving her a clearer view of the main console. “I have it running a comparative analysis of every known language in the Federation's linguistic database.
His gaze flicked briefly to her antennae, then back to her eyes—an acknowledgment, not curiosity. Sebastian found Andorians fascinating; they're expressive, functional sensory organs tied to balance, emotion, and awareness.
“I’m not sure if the Federation Linguistic database will be enough. I feel to decode this Alien Language, we would need access to other Language Databases, like Romulan, Cardassian, Ferengi, but especially the Borg Linguistic database.” Said Pedro, his voice filled with a sense of wonder.
“Chief, I can’t help but feel that these aliens could be dangerous. I can’t explain it. Just something deep inside tells me so. I mean, why would these people be in cryogenic sleep? The most obvious being, they are a colony ship, as they lack warp technology, or they could be infected with some illness, and sent into space to prevent a plague, but they could be criminals, maybe these aliens are so violent that their civilization decided to send them into space for the greater good of their society?” Stated Sebastian.
Sebastian knew that once the Language was deciphered, then and only then could they proceed safely.
== Tag Chief.==