One Great Leap

Posted on Tue Sep 1st, 2020 @ 10:09am by Lieutenant Commander Shylow Vitari

Mission: Welcome Aboard!
Location: Deck 24 - Cargo Transporter Room

The problem with last minute plans was that they tended to have last minute problems which had little time to be resolved. This was reaffirmed by one particular officer as she heard, in the trailing moments of her streaming consciousness, a slightly confused, almost alarmed, ’huh, that's interesting,’ before she was converted to energy, query still forming on her lips before that odd phase state consumed her body and mind with it.

Long ago it was theorised that one could transport onto a ship in warp. Really the only difficult part of this was the ‘where’ aspect, distance, apparently, took care of itself. See it is less about where the target ship is ‘now’ and rather ‘where will it be during the entire matter streaming process’ that build the basis for the general principle of, ‘just don’t do it.’ Warp speeds, it turns out, make those equations a little bit tricky.

However, safeguards had been built and tertiary redundancies considered, for those insane or desperate enough to attempt such things; and while Vitari had had no such intention, her goal being to slip aboard as it pulled away from port, what she had not counted on was being a bit slower than planned and the ship being a little bit faster than she had expected.

Those were two words you never wanted to hear from your demolitions specialist, or your transporter conductor. “-at’s interesting?” Vitari asked an empty room, before stumbling face first into a bulkhead. The snap of her body springing faster than she normally let show was the only intervention between the two forces and probably a broken nose. Instead a tingling palm brought her mind into the present.

Vitari blinked and looked around. It seemed she had landed in an untended transporter bay. A dull thud preceded another lurch of the ground while she twisted in place to maintain her balance, a frown cresting her features as she picked up the distant hiss of relays being overloaded. Weapons fire?

A quick glance granted her a small mercy, her luggage appeared to have made it with her, despite the odds, this was definitely a federation ship, and she could have, surely, only been within transporter range of the base? The sounds of phaser fire she was sure she had caught a moment ago, where the hell was she?

Shaking her head free of questions the specialist decided that some things could wait for answers, instead burrowing into her bags for some of her more esoteric travelling items. With a touch of luck and a couple minutes peace she could at least be ready to deal with whatever was going on. So much for a pleasant voyage and a quiet desk job to welcome her back on duty.