Chapter 1
USS Eclipse
Mudon System
The Cygnus Reach
Stardate 64857.1 (November 9, 2387)
Doctor Indira Kaur waved the slim tricorder across Melano Leuk-Om’s head, stared at the display, and frowned. She changed a few settings and scanned the Aurelian chief science officer again.
‘How long did you say you’d been having insomnia and headaches?’
Leuk-Om fluttered her wings in a shrug. ‘About two days, but it’s getting worse.’
‘I dare say,’ Kaur replied. ‘You’re an avian species, and that phenomenon out there is electromagnetic in nature. It’s messing with your cryptochromes and circadian rhythm.’
‘We haven’t determined that to be the case yet, Doctor.’
‘I just did,’ Kaur countered. ‘It’s an aurora, therefore it is an EM disturbance. You just haven’t figured out what is being disturbed.’
The Aurelian blinked at the doctor. An interesting observation. We will need to test it out.’
Kaur entered some data on a PADD and said, ‘you go right ahead. Until you figure it out, I can give you something for the pain and I will talk to the captain about shielding the ship somehow.’
‘Thank you, Doctor, but i’m not sure if that’s necessary or possible.’
Kaur shrugged. ‘We’ll see. In the meantime, I’ve programmed a periodic dosage of hydrocortisone into the replicator for you. You should probably get a good night’s sleep.’
‘Thank you, Doctor,’ she said, stood up, and exited sickbay.
Kaur sighed. ‘Computer, activate LMH,’ she said, referring to the long-term medical hologram, which had replaced the emergency medical hologram used in the late 70s.
Apillar of photons coalesced into the handsome avatar the crew had named Liam. ‘ Good evening, Doctor. How may I be of service?’
‘Graveyard shift, Liam. I’ll see you in the morning.’
‘Goodnight, Doctor,’ Liam replied and walked toward the CMO’s office.
Kaur exited sickbay and headed for the turbolift, intending to go to the arboretum on deck two for a little quiet time, but her plans changed when she saw the ship’s Betazoid security chief, Lieutenant Gwyna Alonas.
‘Hi, Indira, working late?’
Kaur smiled. ‘Finishing reports and a late patient. You eaten yet?’
Alonas shook her head. ‘Not yet. Wanna what today’s chef has prepared?’
Kaur snorted. ‘Whose turn is it?’
‘I have no idea, I just go with the flow.’
Kaur shrugged. ‘Why not. I can always prescribe something for gastrointestinal relief afterward if it’s warranted.
Alonas giggled in the way Kaur liked and nudged her shoulder as they walked into the mess hall. They looked around and saw an Andorian bustling around in the kitchen. Kaur groaned.
‘What’s up? You don’t like the captain’s cooking?’ Alonas asked.
Kaur scoffed. ‘For a species that lives on a frozen moon, they make some very spicy food. My stomach can’t handle it.’
‘That’s why you always get something from the replicator?’
Kaur nodded.
‘Well, let’s see what’s on offer tonight,’ Alonas said as they strolled over to the serving table. ‘What’s good, Captain?’
‘Fresh Andorian redbat. Picked them up at Cygnus last time we were there,’ Captain Valenithras sh’Zaranith answered. ‘Made it mild for you, Doctor. No spices, just light seasoning.’
Alonas winked at the captain. ‘Well, Indira? Are you going to try it?’
Kaur acted put out for a moment. ‘Since I’m being ganged up on, I’ll take a plate. Thank you.’
‘I’ll have some Borer broth please, with extra tuber root, I need the calories.’
‘Sure thing, be right up,’ sh’Zaranith replied.
Kaur and Alonas sat at an empty table and within moments their food was delivered, and the captain joined them with her own plate. Alonas looked at it curiously. ‘What is that, sir?’
Sh’Zaranith grinned widely, and not very captainly. ‘Why, Lieutenant, this is my favorite meal in the galaxy. Mashed tubers with Bolian spiced sausage.’
Kaur groaned as Alonas’ spoon stopped halfway to her mouth. ‘Gwyna, we humans call that bangers and mash, or sausage and mashed potatoes. Every world has a dish like it.’
Alonas pouted. ‘Betazed doesn’t. We don’t have tuber vegetables. Nothing grows below ground except roots. Something about the soil.’
sh’Zaranith nodded. ‘She’s right, Doctor. Scientists have been trying to figure it out for centuries, even using foreign vegetables from other worlds. The majority of their food comes from trees, bushes, and animals. Tubers are imported, and none of the homegrown roots are edible.’
‘The tree roots are below ground, so why don’t the vegetables grow?’
‘The very question,’ sh’Zaranith replied. ‘Eat up, we have another exciting day tomorrow.’
‘How much longer are we going to be here, Captain? The non-scientists in the crew are getting restless.’
‘Admiral Benteen wants to know what this phenomenon is. It wasn’t here when the system was surveyed in the late seventies, and Mudon VIII’s northern hemisphere is a planned colony site. At the rate this is expanding, it could reach the planet’s upper atmosphere in less than a decade, which could be catastrophic,’ sh’Zaranith told them.
‘Captain, when we’re done here, there’s a medical matter I need to discuss with you, and Commander Ghi’Rok will probably need to be involved, though the matter doesn’t relate to him.’
Sh’Zaranith nodded. ‘Of course, Doctor. Gwyna, do you want a bite?’
Alonas shook her head. ‘Not tonight. Maybe you can make me a plate tomorrow?’
‘I’ll leave instructions for the duty chef tomorrow.’
‘Thanks,’ Alonas said and dug into her food.
Kur enjoyed her redbat and pushed the plate away when she was done. The captain followed suit a moment later. She grabbed their plates and stacked them in the replicator.
‘You go ahead,’ Alonas said, spooning the broth into her mouth. ‘My quarters when you’re done?’
Kaur smiled. ‘Sure.’
‘Come on, Doctor, let’s talk,’ the captain said and strode through the doors.
Kaur hurried to join her. The corridors were relatively quiet at this time of the ship’s day, and it was unlikely anyone would overhear them, and she explained the chief science officer’s condition and her temporary solution as well as her hope for a permanent one.
Sh’Zaranith was pensive for a few minutes. ‘I’m a pretty good engineer myself, Doctor, but I don’t even know if such a thing is possible. Were you able to determine the precise range of frequencies causing the issue?’
‘The frequency range is between two kilohertz to five megahertz. Very low end of the spectrum, but its omnipresence is the problem.
Sh’Zaranith agreed and tapped her combadge. ‘Commander Ghi’Rok, please meet me in main engineering as soon as possible.’
‘On my way, Captain. Ghi’Rok out.’
A quick turbolift ride deposited them outside the Eclipse’s cramped engineering space and they met the Briar engineering chief lumbering toward them.
‘Is there a problem, Captain?’
‘Doctor, this is your thing.’
Kaur explained the situation again and Ghi’Rok frowned. ‘I see what you’re trying to get at, but I’m not sure it can be done. Let’s go inside and see what we can do.’
He went to one of the four engineering stations and activated the monitor. ‘Computer, search Starfleet mission logs for all vessels involving shield nutations blocking electromagnetic frequencies.’ He turned to the others. ‘I remember reading something a few years ago from an engineer doing something similar.’
‘Working,’ the computer replied.
‘What are you thinking, Commander?’ sh’Zaranith asked. ‘Is it possible to block that frequency range?’
‘Maybe, but we’d have to keep the shields up the entire time. It would prevent us from using the transporters and some scanning abilities, plus it’ll be a big drain on the power systems.’
‘Do you have an alternative?’ Kaur asked.
‘Six hundred seventy three results,’ the computer stated, interrupting their discussion, and listed them on the monitor.
‘Eliminate results prior to 2373.’
One hundred forty two results remaining.’
‘Narrow search to deep space missions,’ Ghi’Rok said.
Twelve results.’
‘There we are, got it!’ the chief engineer crowed. ‘USS Nebuchadnezzar, out on the frontier. They encountered some kind of electromagnetic radiation on the surface of a planet and outfitted a shuttle to withstand it. They were able to adjust the shields to keep out specific frequencies.’
‘So it can be done?’ Kaur asked.
‘We still have to keep the shields up,’ sh’Zaranith countered. ‘Not an ideal option. Is there some kind of cortical stimulator we can modify?’ she asked Ghi’Rok.
‘Perhaps,’ the Brikar answered. ‘We might be able to fashion a kind of Faraday helmet and modify it to exclude those frequencies.’
‘That’ll be interesting,’ sh’Zaranith mused. ‘Get started on it in the morning.’
‘Aye sir,’ Ghi’Rok said. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I need to do some research, make sure we have all of the materials we need, or what we might need to replicate.’
‘Of course. I need to get some sleep myself. We’re going to do some close scans tomorrow,’ the captain stood. ‘You coming, Doctor?’
Kaur stood as well. ‘Absolutely. I need to see a beautiful woman and kiss her goodnight.’
Ghi’Rok shook his head but smiled. ‘See you in the morning.’
USS Eclipse
Mudon System
The Cygnus Reach
Stardate 64857.1 (November 9, 2387)
Doctor Indira Kaur waved the slim tricorder across Melano Leuk-Om’s head, stared at the display, and frowned. She changed a few settings and scanned the Aurelian chief science officer again.
‘How long did you say you’d been having insomnia and headaches?’
Leuk-Om fluttered her wings in a shrug. ‘About two days, but it’s getting worse.’
‘I dare say,’ Kaur replied. ‘You’re an avian species, and that phenomenon out there is electromagnetic in nature. It’s messing with your cryptochromes and circadian rhythm.’
‘We haven’t determined that to be the case yet, Doctor.’
‘I just did,’ Kaur countered. ‘It’s an aurora, therefore it is an EM disturbance. You just haven’t figured out what is being disturbed.’
The Aurelian blinked at the doctor. An interesting observation. We will need to test it out.’
Kaur entered some data on a PADD and said, ‘you go right ahead. Until you figure it out, I can give you something for the pain and I will talk to the captain about shielding the ship somehow.’
‘Thank you, Doctor, but i’m not sure if that’s necessary or possible.’
Kaur shrugged. ‘We’ll see. In the meantime, I’ve programmed a periodic dosage of hydrocortisone into the replicator for you. You should probably get a good night’s sleep.’
‘Thank you, Doctor,’ she said, stood up, and exited sickbay.
Kaur sighed. ‘Computer, activate LMH,’ she said, referring to the long-term medical hologram, which had replaced the emergency medical hologram used in the late 70s.
Apillar of photons coalesced into the handsome avatar the crew had named Liam. ‘ Good evening, Doctor. How may I be of service?’
‘Graveyard shift, Liam. I’ll see you in the morning.’
‘Goodnight, Doctor,’ Liam replied and walked toward the CMO’s office.
Kaur exited sickbay and headed for the turbolift, intending to go to the arboretum on deck two for a little quiet time, but her plans changed when she saw the ship’s Betazoid security chief, Lieutenant Gwyna Alonas.
‘Hi, Indira, working late?’
Kaur smiled. ‘Finishing reports and a late patient. You eaten yet?’
Alonas shook her head. ‘Not yet. Wanna what today’s chef has prepared?’
Kaur snorted. ‘Whose turn is it?’
‘I have no idea, I just go with the flow.’
Kaur shrugged. ‘Why not. I can always prescribe something for gastrointestinal relief afterward if it’s warranted.
Alonas giggled in the way Kaur liked and nudged her shoulder as they walked into the mess hall. They looked around and saw an Andorian bustling around in the kitchen. Kaur groaned.
‘What’s up? You don’t like the captain’s cooking?’ Alonas asked.
Kaur scoffed. ‘For a species that lives on a frozen moon, they make some very spicy food. My stomach can’t handle it.’
‘That’s why you always get something from the replicator?’
Kaur nodded.
‘Well, let’s see what’s on offer tonight,’ Alonas said as they strolled over to the serving table. ‘What’s good, Captain?’
‘Fresh Andorian redbat. Picked them up at Cygnus last time we were there,’ Captain Valenithras sh’Zaranith answered. ‘Made it mild for you, Doctor. No spices, just light seasoning.’
Alonas winked at the captain. ‘Well, Indira? Are you going to try it?’
Kaur acted put out for a moment. ‘Since I’m being ganged up on, I’ll take a plate. Thank you.’
‘I’ll have some Borer broth please, with extra tuber root, I need the calories.’
‘Sure thing, be right up,’ sh’Zaranith replied.
Kaur and Alonas sat at an empty table and within moments their food was delivered, and the captain joined them with her own plate. Alonas looked at it curiously. ‘What is that, sir?’
Sh’Zaranith grinned widely, and not very captainly. ‘Why, Lieutenant, this is my favorite meal in the galaxy. Mashed tubers with Bolian spiced sausage.’
Kaur groaned as Alonas’ spoon stopped halfway to her mouth. ‘Gwyna, we humans call that bangers and mash, or sausage and mashed potatoes. Every world has a dish like it.’
Alonas pouted. ‘Betazed doesn’t. We don’t have tuber vegetables. Nothing grows below ground except roots. Something about the soil.’
sh’Zaranith nodded. ‘She’s right, Doctor. Scientists have been trying to figure it out for centuries, even using foreign vegetables from other worlds. The majority of their food comes from trees, bushes, and animals. Tubers are imported, and none of the homegrown roots are edible.’
‘The tree roots are below ground, so why don’t the vegetables grow?’
‘The very question,’ sh’Zaranith replied. ‘Eat up, we have another exciting day tomorrow.’
‘How much longer are we going to be here, Captain? The non-scientists in the crew are getting restless.’
‘Admiral Benteen wants to know what this phenomenon is. It wasn’t here when the system was surveyed in the late seventies, and Mudon VIII’s northern hemisphere is a planned colony site. At the rate this is expanding, it could reach the planet’s upper atmosphere in less than a decade, which could be catastrophic,’ sh’Zaranith told them.
‘Captain, when we’re done here, there’s a medical matter I need to discuss with you, and Commander Ghi’Rok will probably need to be involved, though the matter doesn’t relate to him.’
Sh’Zaranith nodded. ‘Of course, Doctor. Gwyna, do you want a bite?’
Alonas shook her head. ‘Not tonight. Maybe you can make me a plate tomorrow?’
‘I’ll leave instructions for the duty chef tomorrow.’
‘Thanks,’ Alonas said and dug into her food.
Kur enjoyed her redbat and pushed the plate away when she was done. The captain followed suit a moment later. She grabbed their plates and stacked them in the replicator.
‘You go ahead,’ Alonas said, spooning the broth into her mouth. ‘My quarters when you’re done?’
Kaur smiled. ‘Sure.’
‘Come on, Doctor, let’s talk,’ the captain said and strode through the doors.
Kaur hurried to join her. The corridors were relatively quiet at this time of the ship’s day, and it was unlikely anyone would overhear them, and she explained the chief science officer’s condition and her temporary solution as well as her hope for a permanent one.
Sh’Zaranith was pensive for a few minutes. ‘I’m a pretty good engineer myself, Doctor, but I don’t even know if such a thing is possible. Were you able to determine the precise range of frequencies causing the issue?’
‘The frequency range is between two kilohertz to five megahertz. Very low end of the spectrum, but its omnipresence is the problem.
Sh’Zaranith agreed and tapped her combadge. ‘Commander Ghi’Rok, please meet me in main engineering as soon as possible.’
‘On my way, Captain. Ghi’Rok out.’
A quick turbolift ride deposited them outside the Eclipse’s cramped engineering space and they met the Briar engineering chief lumbering toward them.
‘Is there a problem, Captain?’
‘Doctor, this is your thing.’
Kaur explained the situation again and Ghi’Rok frowned. ‘I see what you’re trying to get at, but I’m not sure it can be done. Let’s go inside and see what we can do.’
He went to one of the four engineering stations and activated the monitor. ‘Computer, search Starfleet mission logs for all vessels involving shield nutations blocking electromagnetic frequencies.’ He turned to the others. ‘I remember reading something a few years ago from an engineer doing something similar.’
‘Working,’ the computer replied.
‘What are you thinking, Commander?’ sh’Zaranith asked. ‘Is it possible to block that frequency range?’
‘Maybe, but we’d have to keep the shields up the entire time. It would prevent us from using the transporters and some scanning abilities, plus it’ll be a big drain on the power systems.’
‘Do you have an alternative?’ Kaur asked.
‘Six hundred seventy three results,’ the computer stated, interrupting their discussion, and listed them on the monitor.
‘Eliminate results prior to 2373.’
One hundred forty two results remaining.’
‘Narrow search to deep space missions,’ Ghi’Rok said.
Twelve results.’
‘There we are, got it!’ the chief engineer crowed. ‘USS Nebuchadnezzar, out on the frontier. They encountered some kind of electromagnetic radiation on the surface of a planet and outfitted a shuttle to withstand it. They were able to adjust the shields to keep out specific frequencies.’
‘So it can be done?’ Kaur asked.
‘We still have to keep the shields up,’ sh’Zaranith countered. ‘Not an ideal option. Is there some kind of cortical stimulator we can modify?’ she asked Ghi’Rok.
‘Perhaps,’ the Brikar answered. ‘We might be able to fashion a kind of Faraday helmet and modify it to exclude those frequencies.’
‘That’ll be interesting,’ sh’Zaranith mused. ‘Get started on it in the morning.’
‘Aye sir,’ Ghi’Rok said. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I need to do some research, make sure we have all of the materials we need, or what we might need to replicate.’
‘Of course. I need to get some sleep myself. We’re going to do some close scans tomorrow,’ the captain stood. ‘You coming, Doctor?’
Kaur stood as well. ‘Absolutely. I need to see a beautiful woman and kiss her goodnight.’
Ghi’Rok shook his head but smiled. ‘See you in the morning.’