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 Without pretext, the stillness of the ancient chamber was broken as a small monitor at the rear communications station came to life.  Blocky amber text crawled into place as ancient transtator circuits came to life, and indiscrete words formed only fragments of computerized readback commands as the ship's latent mainframe awakened from its slumber. Without pretext, the stillness of the ancient chamber was broken as a small monitor at the rear communications station came to life.  Blocky amber text crawled into place as ancient transtator circuits came to life, and indiscrete words formed only fragments of computerized readback commands as the ship's latent mainframe awakened from its slumber.
  
-"ECH OVERRIDE TRANSMISSION RECEIVED" it read, followed by "NX12.11-BETA ACTIVATION SEQUENCE ENGAGED" and "NCC-1371 FLEET COMMAND FUNCTIONS TRANSFERRED TO LTCR V. X. VIRTUS".+"ECH OVERRIDE TRANSMISSION RECEIVED" it read, followed by "NX12-11-BETA ACTIVATION SEQUENCE ENGAGED" and "NCC-1371 FLEET COMMAND FUNCTIONS TRANSFERRED TO LT V X VIRTUS".
  
-A blinking line of code preceded what happened next: "ECH OPTICAL PROGRAM LT V. KOSTYA INITIATED".+A blinking line of code preceded what happened next: "ECH OPTICAL PROGRAM LT V KOSTYA INITIATED".
  
 With a wash of photons, an animated hologram faded into existence in the center of the bridge.  It was a young, twenty-something human male with black hair, pale skin, and penetrating blue eyes.  He wore an old-style maroon Starfleet uniform jacket with cadet departmental colors and lieutenant's rank, and bore a serious, almost deadpan scowl on his face while he scanned the stillness of the chamber.  Finding no other occupants, he strode up to the engineering console and proceeded to enter a number of commands.  As with the previous monitor at the communication station, another oval monitor came to life as the hologram called up command functions from the interface, as it too displayed a series of readback commands while being beckoned out of its long slumber. With a wash of photons, an animated hologram faded into existence in the center of the bridge.  It was a young, twenty-something human male with black hair, pale skin, and penetrating blue eyes.  He wore an old-style maroon Starfleet uniform jacket with cadet departmental colors and lieutenant's rank, and bore a serious, almost deadpan scowl on his face while he scanned the stillness of the chamber.  Finding no other occupants, he strode up to the engineering console and proceeded to enter a number of commands.  As with the previous monitor at the communication station, another oval monitor came to life as the hologram called up command functions from the interface, as it too displayed a series of readback commands while being beckoned out of its long slumber.
  
-"ECH MULTI-EMULATION PROGRAM ACTIVATED" the system acknowledged visually to its new holographic operator, followed by a growing list of names underneath the first line that read "CADET N. SATIE, CADET B. MAXWELL, CADET M. JAMESON, CADET E. PRESSMAN".+"ECH MULTI-EMULATION PROGRAM ACTIVATED" the system acknowledged visually to its new holographic operator, followed by a growing list of names underneath the first line that read "CADET N SATIE - CADET B MAXWELL - CADET M JAMESON - CADET E PRESSMAN".
  
 With each display of a new name, an additional hologram would fade into existence.  Each wore the same old-style maroon uniform jacket, complete with black boots and trousers, which included a black belt with circular gold buckle made into the familiar Starfleet delta logo.  All were electronic facsimiles of human beings in their late teens and early twenties.  Five in all, with four male and one female, they each gave one another silent nods and took seats around the bridge as consoles powered up and overhead lights activated.  The whine of machinery spinning up concurrently with the intermittent chirping of computers and sensor systems coming to life signified the vessel's transition to an operational state.  As it did so, the initial hologram of Vladimir Kostya took his seat in the command chair, giving his first verbal order.  With each display of a new name, an additional hologram would fade into existence.  Each wore the same old-style maroon uniform jacket, complete with black boots and trousers, which included a black belt with circular gold buckle made into the familiar Starfleet delta logo.  All were electronic facsimiles of human beings in their late teens and early twenties.  Five in all, with four male and one female, they each gave one another silent nods and took seats around the bridge as consoles powered up and overhead lights activated.  The whine of machinery spinning up concurrently with the intermittent chirping of computers and sensor systems coming to life signified the vessel's transition to an operational state.  As it did so, the initial hologram of Vladimir Kostya took his seat in the command chair, giving his first verbal order. 
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 "I see them," he responded dryly, listing off their serial numbers verbally to no one in particular. "3P9, 4Q-zero, 4Q1..." "I see them," he responded dryly, listing off their serial numbers verbally to no one in particular. "3P9, 4Q-zero, 4Q1..."
  
-"Right... let's use their REAL names, shall we?"  The pilot complained.  "There's Constitution, next to it is Enterprise, then Potemkin... "+"Right... let's use their REAL names, shall we?" the pilot complained.  "There's Constitution, next to it is Enterprise, then Potemkin... "
  
 "Wait..." the back seat supervisor ordered with confusion in his voice.  "Go back..." "Wait..." the back seat supervisor ordered with confusion in his voice.  "Go back..."
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 "Of COURSE they don't," she responded harshly.  "They're too busy fighting a damned war that the president started.  What's their ETA?" "Of COURSE they don't," she responded harshly.  "They're too busy fighting a damned war that the president started.  What's their ETA?"
  
-"According to subspace navigational buoys, the first one is due to arrive in less than two hours."+"According to subspace navigational buoys, the first one is due to arrive in less than two days."
  
 "Can you identify them?" "Can you identify them?"
current_story/whispers_in_the_void_part_2.1695942467.txt.gz · Last modified: 2023/09/28 23:07 by cromwell

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