Opening Up The Unknown Part 2.

Posted on Wed Jan 3rd, 2018 @ 5:48am by Lieutenant Selina Fenruse (*)

Mission: Mission 5 - Liberation
Location: Deck 8
Timeline: MD -05 09:00
1965 words - 3.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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"Well, it isn't a future that will come to pass anymore." She said trying to feel positive about that alternative timeline despite the people she had known and become friends within the garden community that had survived 54 years on the terraformed earth. The only thing that had come out of that impossible future was her child. "Well most people don't witness demises like that dear." She said softly ducking into one of the rooms herself for a moment.

That was a confusing statement? How or why would an alternative future not happen. Unless she had gone back into the past of that alternative verse and changed something? Braden shook his head trying to not think of something like that. He had heard of the temporal units and he felt they were just wrong. He personally believed in butterfly effect theory. Whatever you changed affected too many things to be controllable. Time travel was just too dangerous to even think about. "Still she had her story and she had a baby. She was also on this crappy ship so she was hiding from something. Maybe whatever she changed was not suppose to be messed with? One thing he was sure of, it was none of his business. "I guess it doesn't matter anymore then, what might have been won't be and your out of that alternative verse. I guess you never get over an experience like that."

"It's an alternative timeline not verse," Selina called over her shoulder as she went further into the room that had attracted her attention. "Both very different things." It was interesting to think about how one thing event like a missing starship could change the course of a whole universe but to Selina it wasn't. She had seen how the USS Viking not being where it should have been at the right time and place to intercept a Breen scouting mission had resulted in every Federation World falling thanks to subspace around key systems being destroyed using theta-based weapons.

"Right. Whatever you say, I mean you were there and I was not. I am just happy crap like that seldom happens. We have enough problems dealing with out own reality." Braden had many times in his own past he wished he could change but to his thinking it was just not a possibility worth thinking about.

"Hey Federation come look at this!" Selina bellowed over her shoulder as she shined a light on the wall where there was tons of Grafitti. "This looks like it was quarters once upon a time." It looked like standard Officer Quarters.

"Real funny, sort of the pot calling the kettle 'black' isn't it. Your likely more of a Federation person then I ever was. I spent as much of my childhood in Cardassian, Romulan, or klingon space as I did in the Federation." He walked in beside her curious as this had been all labs up to this point. "Can you read any of this scribbling? That does not look like Federation standard? Well maybe old Federation? No one writes like that anymore? What do you make of this."

"I don't know you are a lot more Federation than even Gregnol and the man was all duty and honour before he was abducted." She said with a grin shining her light on his face for a moment before she turned back to the scribbles across the room. "It looks like it was from when this part was used as a hospital ship." Selina crouched to look at some of the stuff underneath in one of the bunk spaces. "It looks a little like Trill, not human or anything i've seen in years but I am an Engineer."

"You seem to know a lot more about this ship then I do. I never knew this was a hospital ship, I thought these old ships were just used for Exploration and defense. You seem to know a lot about the ship though? Mind telling me what is going on? Rueben doesn't trade, haul cargo or passengers hardly at all and we never go to any real ports of call? What is his angle? He also has a lot of you fleeter types and none of you seem happy to be here. Care to explain any of that?" Braden looked closer at the wall, She had said Trill? He took out a small brush and began lightly dusting the wall to see more of what was there.

“You went to Deep Space 9 about three months ago before you started on your way to Ardana. And you’ve been doing cargo runs that is why we are on our way to the Trill Homeworld. And do you really want anymore passengers onboard, I don’t think you’ve had much luck with them.” Selina raised an eyebrow, this man obviously wasn’t to be trusted on Reuben’s reluctance to take his crew anywhere Starfleet manned. The man didn’t want anyone involved or suspicions stirred by anyone. The man was accepting the annoyance of his crew but if only they knew the reasons.

Braden shook his head "I came aboard on some backwater starbase (SB40). I came aboard on the last leg of that wedding party transit. We have not been to a decent port since then. As to passengers that is not my problem, I mentioned that as part of the statement we have been nowhere in months." She obviously knew a lot more then he did, she was not even aboard for any of the situations she just mentioned.

Selina just made a face at her reluctance. “I’d much rather be on something with better medical faculties but beggars can’t be choosers when you don’t have a job.” She lied easily, hating her white lie in the interest of the crew. “Have you never searched the ships first name Starfleet? I find that odd for a scientist… don’t you do research? A former Chief scientist I knew never stepped on a ship before knowing every name change and anything quirky about her.” Selina found that odd that the man had been onboard a few months but had never searched out the history of the ship. It was fully accessible on the ships network. The small Engineer pulled out a PaDD and held it out to him. "This is from happened around the time this was all sealed up."

Due to the increasing notion of the ship as a ‘Bad Luck’ charm, and the vessels increasing age, she was officially redacted in 2285 and put into mothballs until 2305. The USS Ishimura was back onto the line. Pulled from storage and once again pressed into emergency service; this time as an escort for a medical fleet. Realizing the ship was to old to act as an escort, she was later hurriedly out-fitted to serve as a make-shift hospital barge in order to aid in the emergency evacuation of a crippled space station. The hospital fleet assigned to this task was decimated by a superior force of Romulan Warships during the evacuation process.

As the man read she crouched again to look at the writing and followed it with her finger. “I am guessing this was where they kept the worse psyche cases.” Nothing made sense about the scribblings.

Braden had never heard of anyone searching the background of a ship? He had come aboard on SB40 and they barely listed the ships docked there let alone information a hundred years old on some beaten up freighter. The fact she had detailed information made him not like her. She was lying and she had far too many secrets. One thing he was certain of she was in league with the Captain and he was possibly not someone to be travelling with. Him hiring the bounty hunter so blithely was beginning to make more sense now. She also knew they were on their way to Trill, that was new information to him. Some good news as well, Trill was a very easy port to find a better home. "I am afraid I am not superstitious, things that go bump in the night do not terrify me, and as you mentioned I am a scientist so the unknown is just that. It is something not as yet understood, nothing mysterious. Although I admit some things are harder to figure out then others. This scribbling for instance.. It is Trill as you suspected. It seems to be written by a male and he appeared to be seeing ghosts? I imagine if there were charts here on patients he was running a fever and on some sort of drugs that caused hallucinations."

Braden moved away "I think we are done here for today. Tomorrow I will return and begin cleaning this area up. I will see to carts to hail away the debris to the nearest recycler. If it is working?

"We don't? How strange. I am sure I can get that fixed. You worry about this space and I shall worry about fixing things as per the roles of the job our Captain gave us." Selina raised an eyebrow but let it drop the man had low expectations in life if he thought a recycler wouldn't be fixed simply enough. "I am going to carry on exploring before sealing it back up again so passengers or anyone don't wander along here." It was barely lunchtime and Selina had set aside a few days for this work, she wasn't wasting the opportunity to look at this time capsule of a ship. "I will meet you back here at Zero Nine hundred like today and bring that read headed Trill. I am sure she can translate before we remove the scribbles."

Braden shook his head she must have been a Chief where ever she did come from, she was bossy enough to be an XO. "I will ask Ms. Saa if she wants to join us but I see no reason to bother her, it is just gibberish anyway. I would not reseal the area, just put up a few trestles and mark it off limits. Seems a waste of time to have to reopen this wall everytime we come here to work. I guess you could add a temporary door? You kow if your afraid someone might get hurt." he was going to leave when he thought of something else. "Say Blondie, if you see something you do not want touched mark it just in case you are not here when I return."

"I don't know a lot of gibberish had turned out to be useful." She murmured. "It wasn't going to be seal proper;y just tacked to keep people out." She stood up to her full heigh and looked up at him barely reaching his chest. "I will mark in Federation mittens off." The Betazoid said with a wicked grin and a wink.

"That works. I may return this evening and begin the clean up. I will set up recorders though so we have a record of everything removed." He had the gear in storage in the cargo bay he worked out in. He had a lot of equipment for field work, it was too difficult to buy much of it locally sometimes. One thing his parents had taught him was to be prepared. "One last thing, I cook steaks and veggies on the grill once or twice a week. If you want to join me sometime feel free to come over. We can talk more if you like?"

Selina just nodded. "Sure... if only so you have company Federation." She teased him with a small smile before disappearing into the darkness.

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Selina Fenruse
Engineer
SS Mary Rose

Braden MacCloud
Chief Science
SS Mary Rose