Somewhere, sometime post 2286.....
Day 64, or perhaps it was 65? - Cpt Styles couldn’t maintain updates on his personal log - it was just another morning, no sun rise, just another billion stars and the backdrop of blackness as seen from his quarters.
Uniform ‘buttoned up’ still a perfect fit, Styles was no big eater, especially in recent weeks. The clock already hit 9 AM - A quick swig of double espresso from a cup with a print of the ship’s name and registry - NX 2000. A first for such detail on a starfleet ship.
You don’t have to again ask me how I am today, you’re just a turbo lift. Styles had been tempted this past week to lay into someone over in engineering about these morning conversations he keeps having - was it a glitch or did someone have a sense of humour when they designed the computing?
Morning Captain! it was the XO at the navigation station, always ready for the next order. Good morning Joe.... (just how does he maintain that ‘can-do’ demeanor every morning??) Styles thought to himself. Day 65-whatever, flat, he even forgotten his swagger stick - if only he had another espresso shot before stepping into duty.
One officer, a Deltan handed Styles the morning edition of the ship’s status - a quick scan through followed by a look of indifference. It was no wonder why he had nothing to say in the personal logs as of late.
The bridge lighting used to remain uniform and neutral - over time Styles would discover the bridge’s hidden tricks, one being it can dynamically alter throughout the ‘day’ outside of red alert - the adaptive lighting continued through most decks of the ship, and Styles believed it helped with crew moral and productivity - even the CMO concurred. The mornings would be bright with a familar warmth of colour to that of the Earth and Vulcan suns. By 19:00 hours, the bridge would go darker - then night would settle in, the wrap around black glossy consoles and 180 degree main viewer would dominate with multi coloured patterns, visual data from the sensor and scanner arrays streamed facinating shapes in almost random fashion, much like 22nd century Tokyo or Caspian VI city at night.
So what adventures awaits us this fine day?! Styles scoffed, a brief blip of uplift from his resorts of sarcasm couldn’t quite pull him out of the lull. He observed the remaining officers on the bridge, why they were buzzing like bees? - the chatter, the smiles, almost in a we’re making progress type of way. Style’s eyebrow raised.
Joe; Commander Joe Peck: Sir - It’s been approximately 12 days since our last attempt at Transwarp, during that time in between things - I been making use of the long range scanning arrays, the data captures, and refining the navigation maps - big time. We atleast know where relatively we are in a radius of 42 light years.
Hmph, if we only knew where we are relative to the entire galaxy - give or take the 42 light years..... Styles never did praise well.
It’s a start Sir, in another week I’m positive we will extend that range somewhat, if only we can try another series of T-warp sprints.
I am not willing to wear down more of the ship’s warp assembly on further transwarp runs until we are certain of a meaningful result. I would like to visit a planet however, preferably with habitable features, actual sunshine - can we find one of them at ordinary warp factors?
Peck couldn’t help it: Not within the 40 light year radius, Sir.....it maybe in the relm of possibility if we look beyond that however??
Styles: Hmph, nice try!
Flanked to his left was Lt Commander Xi, so often stoic, she refuses to even saw a word to the turbolift controller - possibly the only one of the 800+ crew members to use the manual interface. She looked different this morning, almost as tired as Style’s yet something of a spark in her eyes - this was the ship’s senior science officer, armed with some news to tell...
64 - 65 days earlier, the siren sounded, the overlapping voices, engineers squarked through the intercom, utter confusion.
#We must shut down the transwarp core!#
Styles braced the arm rests: Understood, Styles out. The sudden deceleration from Transwarp was too much for even the next generation inertia damper system, nausea and disorientation overcome training and protocol...
The engineering section engulfed approx. 30% of the secondary hull’s internal volume, coupled by 225 engineers split across 3 shifts to man the business end of the Excelsior’s propulsion system. To dub it as a Transwarp ‘core’ in the same context as a nominal warp core from the Enterprise would have been an understatement, when Cpt Montgomery Scott took up on his inaugural tour - his jaw gave up fighting gravity. ‘It was a monstrousity Bones! Imagine the warp core from the Enterprise on a bad day, over worked and over heated - huddled up with many of the same in some sort of battery cage!?’
There was a race to power down the warp chambers - it took 12 engineers to perform the emergency manual shutdown process - automation was not trusted in engineering yet. Truth be told - Daystrom’s work was hastedly removed from what was already as Cpt Scott commented - a rowdy crowd of ticking time bombs.
In the midst of this - Cmd Joseph Peck tried to make sense of the TW drive computation. The logged nav readings flooded the console with errors - as he drilled into further detail he found a succession of failed / out of range corrections applied by the transwarp computation - then came the resource alarms, in basic terms - the system overclocked itself and froze.
This wont make sense Captain, we have travelled 14862 light years from Earth, the trajectory I have no control of since the transwarp drive computation system froze out, we were in transwarp for over 12 minutes local time but with the velocities we reached and the out of tolerance subspace distortions readings when we reached peak speed.... some significant time must has elapsed.
Styles couldnt direct his eyes at Peck, the numbers XO Peck threw at him were all too indigestible. Where are we? ..... when are we?!!
Peck re-read the transwarp navigation reporting - we must be close if not outside the alpha quadrant edge of our galaxy....as far as how much absolute time has elapsed - we will need to work on that...
It became a scramble, nothing made sense - the readings spitting rapidly from the Excelsiors range of advancd sensors and next-gen computer intelligence could have been compromised or that Peck and every man, woman stationed at an operational console tried combating the disorientation - interpret the data needed focus and a clear head.
Style’s watched on helpless as his bridge officers panicked - it was the mystery of just what did happen during that transwarp sprint? And then leads to the even bigger question of where/when are they? Duty and protocol be damned - the training never prepared them for the fear of being too far from ‘home’.
First thing was first, they must turn back. Styles called for a status update from engineering - warp power unavailable for an indefinate period. Repairs drones at 100% utilisation - the warp cage as Scott called it has rattled loose.
I detect a star system 12 light years away and we dont know who’s yard we are in - we have no mobility Sir! Joseph Peck regained his grasp of protocol. Styles ordered the ship into yellow alert, force fields shrouded the bridge and deck 2-3, then the main deflectors shielded the entire ship. The lighting that simulated the comforting feeling of a warm summer morning decended into a cold night.
Anxiety and confusion spread across every deck, even for those crew members isolated away, from the medics to the mess hall staff. Without the control or visibility to the ship’s course of action, they all felt something was ominous. The yellow alert only compounded the suspicions.
Day 64-65
Lt Cmd Xi liked understatement - and in turn provoked Styles to call a meeting. Peck, Xi, Rabiot, Ai’rel, Collums took turbolift rides to engineering control room 2. Positioned centre of the room was a bulky metallic console island projecting a 3 dimensional map seemingly representing Transwarp type subspace field flux surrounding the Excelsior. Styles tried to digest the graphics and numbers.
Xi: The readings and the data we captured through the previous 14 Transwarp sprints - we have used all this in efforts to construct a new simulation intelligence. I am confident that this new modelling is an order above what was used by the Transwarp task force during the early trial runs back in the sol system.
Peck: Captain, when I mentioned the 40 light year navigation map I drafted together, we used it as a backdrop setting, a ‘mini galaxy’ so to speak, to conduct the new similation within. The results looks promising.
In what way? Styles squinted, still in his brain trying to rationalise the subspace field graphics in front of him.
Xi continued, the Transwarp computation and auto correction processors were efficient and accurate - but up to a point. It was around Warp 17.6 was a consistent threshold, beyond the the correction rates would ramp up and bottlenecking would occur.
Xi called up a previous simulated run - the console projection flickered from subspace field flux patterns to a sphere, with a small dot representing the ship.
As you can see at point A, the ship enters into intial warp and accelerates into Transwarp speeds - by a distance of just over 3 lightyears the ship has accelerated to a peak velocity of warp 21.45 - we can see inconsistent trajectory as the computation went off phase - it can no longer can react soon enough and the transwarp core complex ramped to 98% utilisation for over 11 minutes - this is what happened in our trial run from Earth. We crossed nearly fifteen hundred light years - the computation not only failed to correct our trajectory but it also failed to throttle the transwarp core - it lead to the Excelsior to continue rising warp factor by warp factor until conduit overload and manual intervention disrupted the transwarp field.
Style: How certain are you both of this? And why did not tell me about the findings?
Peck: Sir, it was only recent - the modelling needed a series of validation and scrutiny - plus we did not want to prematurely send out impressions of hope...
What do you mean hope?!! Styles broke away from the simulation graphics finally.