The End of the Wormhole, part 1

Posted on Sun Nov 13th, 2011 @ 11:13am by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Serena "Seren" Jones & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Ensign Daniel Daniels
Edited on on Sun Nov 13th, 2011 @ 12:05pm

1,232 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Space

ON

The four sat comfortably in the Delta Flyer as they approached the Wormhole. Serena and Daniels were at the helm as Damion and Ronnie were taking scans of the area where they found the Wormhole.

Daniels was manning the Shuttle's tactical station, carefully observing, and cataloging things, using the Tactical Scanners. He would frown, occasionally, at something. He had been quite quiet, after learning that he wasn't going alone with Serena.

Serena was quite excited that they were going to go fly around the area. She hummed to her self quitely as she flew to the Warm hole. Upon reaching she placed the shuttle at a nice distance away from it so that they wouldn't get sucked in.

"Ronnie? Do we have any probes on board? We might be able to send one into the wormhole and grab some readings of it. Maybe find out what's on the other side" Damion said as he turned around from his console and looked at her. "What do you have on your side?" He got up and walked over to her working area. Placing his hand on the panel above her and looked down at her console, looking over her shoulder.

"There are signs of a Casimir Effect." She smiled at Damion, excited about the information. "Basically, there's exotic matter and negative energy densities that signal the presence of a wormhole."

"And check this out." He said as he brought his hands down to her console, moving them around her as he hit a few buttons on it as it brought up a different set of readings. "What we have is the ass end of a wormhole." Damion smiled as he brought his hands back, placing them on her shoulders. "She only travels one way. Everything goes in mouth and comes out here, around Michnar IX. I am guessing she opens up in random areas and sucks up whatever comes close to her mouth, then they all end up out over here."

Ronnie nodded, appreciating both the Chief Intelligence Officer's knowledge of wormholes and the feel of his hands on her shoulders.

"That explains the septic tank that just floated by." Daniels muttered. "Ass end, indeed."

"Septic tank? I don't want to be around when that thing ruptures," Ronnie muttered. She ran a quick check. "Good. It's frozen solid. I don't think they'd let us back on the ship if we had a ... close encounter of the fecal kind."

She looked over to Serena. "How close can we get to the wormhole?" She looked up at Damion. "The closer we get, the better my readings will be."

Daniels laughed. "Not to worry, Lieutenant Lancaster. Standard Operating Procedure, in a debris field. Shields are up. It'd be vaporized on contact."

"At least there's that," Ronnie replied with a chuckle.

"Look at that." Daniels said, watching the shuttle fly past the World War Two fighter plane. "Bet you'd love to take that old girl for a spin, sometime." Daniels said, with a chuckle, as he looked over to Serena. "Nearly perfect condition, from the looks of it. The chap wearing pilot's goggles, who's rather frozen, in the open-top cockpit isn't, of course."

"I would say a few more feet, sir," she stated towards Damion," But I really advise we don't get any closer." Then she turned to Daniels and smiled softly to him, "Indeed. If I could I would go in there throw the dead corpse out and fly that things. The only problem is that type of plane don't fly in space."

"Daniels, that's sick. We should at least respect the dead," Ronnie said. "Is there a plane out there without. a dead body in the cockpit? Nevermind. That's not why we're here. We need to investigate the wormhole and take some readings."

She re-calibrated the scanners to focus on the space where the wormhole apparently exited. It wasn't the first time she'd scanned for excrement. Just the first time she'd scanned for wormhole excrement.

She looked up at Damion. "Is there any Intel on this wormhole?"

Damion smiled as he looked down at her and then walked over to a different console. "Let me see about that, actually." He began to hit at his console and as encryption codes began to pop up on the screen. After some more hitting at his console the codes began to fade as files began to show up. "Let's see if Intelligence has any files on this or wormholes of this nature on file."

Ronnie followed Damion. "Mind if I watch?" she asked after he'd finished entering all his codes. She put a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to read the data on his screen.

Damion looked up at her for a moment and then raised a brow. "You'll have to keep it a secret though." He gave her a serious look and then brought his index finger to his lips and shushed her. He then smiled and winked as he turned back to the screen. "Alright, lets see what we have here." He hit a few buttons on the console. "Here is something. Daniels, there should be a name on the side of that World War Two plane. License of the plane or name and call sign of the pilot. Can you find them and read them off to me?"

"I won't tell a soul," Ronnie whispered.

"Obscured by space poop, and other debris." Daniels said, with a shrug.

"The ship's sensors can pick that up," Ronnie said. "Do you have any record of wormhole activity that would relate to this?"

"Not wormhole activity, Exactly. Although..." He said as he began to go through files. "I do have reports of unexplained disappearances. Ships and Planes mostly. Seemingly centered around this area." Damion brought up the location on the console. "Right here. The Bermuda Triangle. Thats what we dubbed it. Reports go all the way back in Earth's history. If I am gonna link one of these things to that place I need some hard evidence that it came from there. You gotta give me something solid Lancaster. I'm counting on you, beautiful."

Ronnie went back to her own console and began to search for anomalies that might be explained by a wormhole. She tapped into the Calypso's science database. After a few minutes she gave up. There were far too many. Most were probably explainable by science like methane gas in ocean waters and electric storms, but they fell under the general classification of "unexplained phenomena."

"Okay, that was officially a dumb idea," she announced. "I stopped the count at 2,123,354. So, let's just get as much data as we can and let Starfleet do the math."

"Yeah. I tried asking it to identify a few items out there, but they are just too generic." Daniels said, with a shrug. "Though I think we've moved out of earth databases. The computer identifies at least one Vulcan musical instrument. It's not sure what the second is. Either a musical instrument, or some form of torture device. Same difference, depending on who's playing it."

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Serena "Seren" Jones
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Damion WOlfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Calypso

 

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