Revelation

[cityship]

The message is brief, but vitally important. The bridge crew receives it.

||I am currently in dimensional nexus in Macrospace. Extending Talus Array. Extradimensional Communications link...initiated. Connecting...||

||Data transfer initiated. Encrypted security codes sent and received... ALERT: Incoming message from Daligig Command, marked: VITAL. ALERT: Incoming message from Daligig Command, marked: VITAL. ALERT...||

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[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel's practiced hands fly over the console. "This is Transmigration Nine. We read you, Daligig Command."

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin really shouldn’t have been there, but he was. For the first time, though, he was actually allowed to be there—his more recent injuries were the incriminating factor, not his record. He should’ve been resting.

But he did wander in, just in case something was happening that would require him to take a position, when indeed! A transmission came in.

Shades could suck it. Dustin plopped himself into a meaty chair and checked to see if the ship was recording this…

Oh. And, you know, made sure that the connection was kept stable. All that good stuff. But seriously, if this didn’t get recorded…

[cityship]

He's a nervous-looking fellow, the young Daligig standing there, arms full of flexis and readers, holoscreens hovering nearby.

Command has a skeleton crew of story--it's in the wee hours of the morning there.

"H-hello, this is Data Officer Lek-bek reporting! Vital information has been recovered regarding the threat you told us of on board Trans 9 in the area you've designated 'Escherville,' that needs to be reported to your Commanding Officers immediately."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel looked over at her shaggy haired new comm officer. Frankly, she didn't like the decision to put him on the bridge crew at all, after the way he'd disregarded the security staff. To someone raised in a militarized society, that was a cardinal sin. Still, she would have to tolerate him. Kirk had his reasons.

"Understood. I'm deca-commander Abriel Ne Dobrusc Paryunu Lafiel." She tapped out a message on the console, an emergency summons for Captain Kirk. Hopefully he wouldn't interpret it as yet another alien babe giving him an early morning booty call. "I've summoned the captain and he is on his way. If there's anything you need to relay immediately, please tell me now and I will inform him."

[cityship]

"We don't know how long the connection will hold, deca-commander," says the Data Officer. "I'm transmitting, uh, the information we've gathered now."

He drops a few of the datapads, then drops more as he picks them up, until he gathers them up again.

"We managed to gain a partial record of some of the logs of the former crew's research teams. However, the logs are heavily encrypted, and inaccessible on our end. In the information I've transmitted, however, there is--ah, the best way to attempt to access them. You'll have to do the rest on your end, if you have any individuals that are capable with computers. But the information contained in those archives might shed some light on the nature of the threat in Escherville--if you can find a way to access them. And if you know the nature of the being, and are able to relay the information back to us, we--or your ship's AI--may be able to offer more assistance."

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin was still working, still typing. The Daligig was right—the connection was extremely fragile, and it was taking quite a bit to keep it together. So many codes…

“I’ll keep it online as long as possible,” the scruffy man nodded absently, absorbed in the controls, and almost finished with, ”But these programs are beyond even me…”

Of course he couldn’t say that. Last thing he needed was for the crew to doubt his intelligence. He could learn. Now speaking of which…

“I’ll take a look at them when they come over.”

Then he caught his tongue, eyes rolling heavily enough to be almost audible. Argh, military types.

“…I mean, with your permission, Deca-Commander Lafiel. I have a way with breaking codes.”

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Wait until the Captain gets here." Lafiel repled curtly and added her abilities to the mix, focusing their receivers with her spatial-sensory organ.

This was going to be tricky, but with an Abh and a programmer, they would probably get it all through...

[pocketloli.livejournal.com]

Rein keyed in her headset, hoping to get Kirk directly. Sending a verbal broadcast to the captain (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/129161.html), the device looked over at the bridge crew. "I've notified the captain."