Sabal
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Cold Harbor Simm - Officer Exchange Program - Species 8472
Posts: 15
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Post by Sabal on Jan 31, 2010 18:24:07 GMT -6
Location: Fighter Bay
Sabal was in the fighter bay doing a briefing on the upcoming mission, as was procedure for the CRV, unfortunately Sabal was kind of making this up as she went, this new job didn’t come with an operations manual and even though she led assaults for Species 8472 in the war, this was a little different. Getting Felyn to communicate with the fighters so Sabal could relay changes in attack formations took some practice, Sabal was used to just telepathically relaying information, so much simpler, but the fighter pilots still weren’t comfortable enough to have a Species 8472 in their heads yet. So the short range comm. system and computer information was what they had to work with. Sabal believed that they all were working well together, and the pilots seemed to be on the fast track to accepting her as squad leader.
Sabal was just finishing up the briefing when Colonel Grant chimed in “Colonel Grant to Sabal; prep your fighters. You’re up in 20 minutes.”[/b] Sabal nodded but didn’t reply. “Alright everyone get your pre-flight checks done, if any issues arise please let me know, I’ll be in the cargo bay, dismissed.” [/b] Sabal watched all the pilots make their way over to their respective craft, and then she took her leave.
When Sabal arrived at the cargo bay, she found Felyn all keyed up about this new mission. She was anxious to prove herself after her scared departure from the last mission. Sabal boarded and got settled, opening up her mind to Felyn and her systems, once fully connected, slowly but surely she felt Felyn connect with the other fighters computers, it was an odd sensation, Sabal was used to linking with organic ships, linking with non-organic was like having a date with a dense hologram. Not that there was anything wrong with holograms, but they were limited to their programming, there was no feeling to their reports, just information, sensor readings, power levels, etcetera. Once she felt all the fighters ‘online’ and got the verbal confirmation from the pilots, Sabal reported to the bridge, “Sabal to Bridge, all the fighters are prepped and ready to launch.” [/b] They didn’t have to wait long and she got the go ahead. And as soon as the cargo bay doors opened, Felyn shot out like an over-exuberant cannon. Sabal maneuvered her around to meet up with the other fighters, and started patrol pattern Eco. The fighters were relaying sensor information while Sabal reacted out looking for any abnormal ‘mental’ signatures. The fighters sensors weren’t great compared to The Cold Harbors, they were mainly out her to be ‘eyes’ and all the pilots were reporting was the Harbringer, drifting aimlessly in space, the planet, and some debris. Sensors were picking up some spatial distortions, but Sabal was picking up something else, some sort of mental signature, other then her fellow fighters, the millions on the planet, and the Cold Harbor’s Crew. She couldn’t pinpoint the signature, it was faint, but enough to concern her. “Sabal to Cold Harbor, I’m picking up a faint mental signature, I can’t pinpoint its location, but there is something out there, other then us and the planet.” [/b]
Location: Aboard Felyn – Open Space – Standard Patrol
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Post by Ahn Lau on Feb 1, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -6
“Captain Zek’dyn to Sgt. Major Lau, prep two of your squads for quick deployment have at least one medic with you and make sure Chief Murkeye is all set to go with you, our ETA to the planet is 30min, the Colonel wants you deploy once we arrive, have the rest of your teams standing by just in case you or I need backup.”
She was in one of the marine supply rooms with several of the higher ranking marine members. She was working on names and organizing people into teams, as well as getting some supplies and weapons sorted out for different teams to grab at a moment's notice. They heard the comm from Zek when she did. She taps her badge, "Understood Captain, we'll be ready."
She grins at the marines, "Let's have some fun, boys and girls. Treban, get your team, and tell Simmons and the rest of his training group that they're with me. Get your gear and meet me in the transporter room in 15 minutes." All together, there'd be 12 going on this initial outing.
(I did a bit of research and asking, and that's a good round number anyway, but if it's a bad number, let me know and I'll change it.)
She grabs a phaser and a combat knife and some flash grenades before she leaves the supply room. On her way out of the ajacent marine training area, she grabs her katana and straps it to her belt. She knew others might find her strange for carrying such an obscure weapon, but she no longer cared, because when situations went sour, she was deadliest with the blade in her hands. She was also pretty scary with Klingon weapons, but those were hard to get, unfortunately.
She goes to the transporter room and waits as other marines filter in, ready for transport. It was hard to contain her antsy tendancies when she was spoiling for a good fight. The 3 minute warning comes as the last marine enters the room, still strapping his combat knife to his belt. The two medics had their medkits instead of some of the heavier weapons the rest had. She comms the bridge, "We're ready when you are, Colonel." She sees that the engineering chief had joined them as well. She nods to the fishy-person, "I've got your back, sir, if you would be so kind to stay with me and my team."
She looks around at the assembled teams, "Set phasers to stun and keep your wits about you."
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Feb 4, 2010 0:46:33 GMT -6
Location: Chief Engineer’s Office
Bob moseyed out of his office, his seashell covered lucky toolbox in tow. He was happy with all the equipment he had compiled for the journey. One never knew how dangerous it could be to download information… Bob made is way to the transporter room, and found he was the last to enter after all the marines. He did a quick head count, “Yay, I’m lucky number 13? It’s going to be a good day…”[/color]
The small human female that was in the senior staff meeting was here, confirming his assumption that she was the new Marine CO. She noted Bob’s presence and comm’d the bridge, "We're ready when you are, Colonel." Then nodded to Bob, "I've got your back, sir, if you would be so kind to stay with me and my team." Bob eyed her up and down, noting the blades, grenades, and phaser. He gave her a grin of approval at her arsenal “I don’t have any doubt about that ma’am” [/color] he patted his toolbox, “I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.” [/color]
Location: Transporter Room
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Feb 7, 2010 12:19:07 GMT -6
Location: Main Bridge
Colonel Grant sat, staring at the tactical overlay that his Tactical Officer put up on the screen, he watched every few seconds, as the new ‘sensor ping sweep’ passed through the overlay and updated its readouts; problem was it wasn’t changing. Colonel Grant was by no means a tactical expert, nor would he ever go down in history as one, he often followed the basic tactic of wherever the enemy is ‘hit’m as hard as you can, as quick as you, with everything you can’ and take’m straight on if possible, but he would never pointlessly risk the lives of his men.
Yet, as he stared at the overlay, and listened to the reports, or rather lack there of, from the rest of his Bridge Officers, he found that his hands were gripping the arm rests of the chair tighter then he meant to have them; he never liked the unknown waiting and down time, it always ate at him.
When Sabal chimed in that she was sensing ‘something’, a vague term he wished he could almost do with out, he nodded slowly. “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but I myself can feel that something isn’t right and that we’re probably not alone.” he said as politely as he could, considering the circumstances. “Is there anyway for you to be more specific, or to lower the possibilities of what it ‘could be’?”
He also anxiously awaited an update from the Away Team, as found himself constantly reminding himself that he was the CO of the ship, and that meant 9 times out of 10, his place was on The Bridge of his Ship, but at the same time missing being in the ‘trenches’ on the majority of missions.
Location: Main Bridge
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Feb 7, 2010 12:22:33 GMT -6
Cold Harbor Story / Action Aboard the Harbringer:As the Away Team materialized on the ship, they would find themselves beamed to the same area, instead of different locations; this was done purposefully by Colonel Grant’s orders (he never believed in spreading his forces thin for no reason). As the effects of transportation wore off, their senses would be met with nothing specific; everything the registered would be seen as normal for being aboard a Starship. There were consoles humming and beeping, the report of the engines hummed and vibrated along the decking (granted this would only be noticeable by an experienced starship officer, as they were so accustomed to it), the air could be heard escaping softly from the air vents; it was like being on any deck of The Cold Harbor, or any of the 1,000’s of other starships in Starfleet. There was only one thing that stood out; there was nobody seen anyway, nor any sign of any crew. An Ambassador Class Starship was an upgraded version of the original Constitution Class Cruiser, and easily held several hundred crewmembers, and even during normal operations, one could scarcely go a few meters without running into somebody doing something and/or heading somewhere. But as the members of the Away Team stood on the decking, just a few corridors down from Main Engineering, there weren’t a soul. Having their orders, Sgt. Major Lau would get everyone moving and issue out orders as she saw fit. A set of eyes eyed the Away Team, not far from them. A set of eyes by no means Terran, and with a fierceness that would given even the bravest warrior pause. Yet, even as it looked at the 13 members of the Away Team, and looked at the weapons they carried, the tactics they used, and their professionalism; it was sure it could kill most of them before they even had any idea what happened. It found the small aquatic creature very interesting, and wasn’t what to make of it. “ This ‘Federation’ is an interesting group…” it thought to itself. With practiced precision, it made several hand singles, to the group of 5 with it, and they took up a ‘shadowing action’ against the Away Team, and stalked them from afar, keeping an eye on them. Should they split up, the ‘shadows’ would adjust and follow them to. One of the ‘shadows’ made the sign for ‘attacking and taking hostages’, to which the leader didn’t definitively say no, but simply replied “ Not yet, remember your place…”, to which the original signer cowered under the correction… Around The Cold Harbor:Regardless of how hard The Cold Harbor’s sensors pinged and banged away at the surrounding space, they still were not returning anything definite. Although this wasn’t completely unexpected, and could be nothing, it was bugging the Senior Officers of The Cold Harbor; something just didn’t seem right. Sabal had been right as well, there was ‘something out there’, but her telepathic abilities were being thwarted in their ability to discern what it was. Cloaking technology would hide a ship from sensors, but not the naked eye, and short of having people look out a window, they could hide right under a Starship at full battle alert. It was this advantage that was, in its own way, defeated by the fighter craft that The Cold Harbor deployed, as they had force field supported cockpits that allowed them to fly with their sensors and their real eyes; yet they didn’t see much. Regrettably, there were new technologies coming out, almost daily it seemed (war had that affect on sciences), that countered the ‘human eye’ as well, such as phasing technology and dimension mis-configuration technology; but any small advantage was better then nothing at all. Sabal couldn’t get a fix on what was giving her these concerns, now where they were coming from, they felt like they were coming from all over.
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Feb 9, 2010 22:26:58 GMT -6
Location Transporter Room
Bob stepped onto the Transporter Pad with the others; it wasn’t long before he felt the familiar breathless tug of the transporter beam. At this point he always wished that he had eye lids, because for a brief instant he swore he could see both locations, just the thought of that made him dizzy. As they materialized Bob shivered away the unpleasant feeling and looked around. The ship was a typical Ambassidor class ship, they materialized just a few corridors away from engineering, which Bob figured was their destination since he could get just about everything he needed from there. At first glance Bob didn’t see anything out of the ordinary other then the lack of personnel. Bob whipped out his tricorder and started scanning for any anomalous readings, including any biological residue (just in case the crew was vaporized, they would still leave residue hanging around and if there were intruders maybe they did as well), small spatial distortions (maybe the crew was sucked in a mini black hole or something like that?), technological anomalies (transporter activity, masking technology, energy fluctuations, and particles caused by field generators), and thoron particles (trick used by the Maquis to fool sensors). Basically any scan Bob could think of to locate the missing crew, because as far as he could see that was the only thing amiss. The ship felt like it was operating properly, it smelled and sounded normal, well as far as Bob could tell.
Bob kept scanning as they made their way down the hallway to engineering, “Maybe this will be easy, just head to engineering, secure the ship, download the computer core, and then back to the Cold Harbor.” Bob whispered to himself.
Location: Harbringer corridor en-route to Engineering
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Post by Capt. Zek'dyn on Feb 10, 2010 1:38:28 GMT -6
Location: Main Bridge
Zek was still standing and watching the events unfold on the viewscreen. The scene before them had an ominous feeling to it. The Colonel ordered the tactical overlay on the Main Viewer, and it quickly changed to a checker board of hexagon sections, showing four items; The Cold Harbor, Almata 5, The Harbringer and the debris field from the destroyed ship. Sam looked up at Zek, they locked eyes for a moment, and they returned to looking back at the abandoned ship. “Okay… I’m open for suggestions…” Zek looked at the rest of the bridge staff at Sam’s request for suggestions, and was just about to say something when Sabal chimed in, “Sabal to Cold Harbor, I’m picking up a faint mental signature, I can’t pinpoint its location, but there is something out there, other then us and the planet.” Zek almost smiled at the irritation he knew Sam was feeling, Sam always hated vague reports, give Sam the enemy so he could squash it, not maybe’s or something’s. “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but I myself can feel that something isn’t right and that we’re probably not alone.” Zek gave Sam credit, he was being very gentle and polite, and then again with Species 8472 you could never tell what to say, polite could be mocking, who knew. “Is there anyway for you to be more specific, or to lower the possibilities of what it ‘could be’?” Zek responded “Well if something is out there and we can’t see it, it could be a telepathic resistant race with cloaking technology, or maybe some sort of interphase technology?” Zek’s first thought was a Ferengi vessel with a stolen cloaking system. Zek turned to Kael “Are there any energy distortions, Tachyon particles, or any other signs of known cloaking systems?” Zek vaguely remembered that the Enterprise encountered a Romulan vessel that was experimenting with interphase cloaking technology. Maybe some species had got it to work properly, which would explain why Sabal couldn’t get an exact location of the ‘somethings’. Zek flipped out a tricorder, as he recalled the interphase technology left residual chroniton fields, if someone was using phasing technology, they could already be on board the Cold Harbor, holding his rifle in one hand Zek started scanning with the other.
Location: Main Bridge
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Post by Ahn Lau on Feb 14, 2010 0:17:48 GMT -6
Location: The Harbinger
As soon as the transporter beam released her from its hold, Ahn flips her knife out. She looks around but sees no one but the away team. Putting her knife away for now, she relaxes slightly. "Alright, stay in groups of at least 3. Treban, go to the bridge and see if you can find any clues along the way. Chief Bob, please lead the way to engineering. Everyone keep your commlinks and your eyes open." After giving instructions, everyone splits up.
The sensation of being watched nags at her as Bob leads the way to the Harbinger's engineering section. Ahn readjusts her katana so she can draw it quickly. "Don't say that- or Fate will end up laughing at us. Don't test her."
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Feb 15, 2010 22:11:15 GMT -6
Location: Harbringer corridor en-route to Engineering
"Don't say that- or Fate will end up laughing at us. Don't test her."
Bob chuckled “I was born to this universe to test the Fates; I have no problem poking their loom with my trident.”[/b] Bob stopped and looked at her, she reminded him of a woman he dated while teaching at the academy, he shook his head, those were some good times, but it ended badly. Dripping with sarcasm Bob added “Then again any classic Terran horror movie will show that good things happen to groups that split up… Who’s testing the Fates now?” [/b] Bob just smiled, and continued walking, holding back a chuckle as he thought about Scooby Snacks…
Location: Harbringer corridor en-route to Engineering
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Sabal
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Cold Harbor Simm - Officer Exchange Program - Species 8472
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Post by Sabal on Feb 16, 2010 23:52:55 GMT -6
Location: Aboard Felyn – Open Space – Standard Patrol
“I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but I myself can feel that something isn’t right and that we’re probably not alone. Is there anyway for you to be more specific, or to lower the possibilities of what it ‘could be’?”[/color]
If Sabal had a tongue she would be biting it, instead she counted to 10 before she answered the overly polite Colonel with an equally polite if not gushingly sweet answer, “Telepathy isn’t an exact science... It’s like a phantasm, it’s there and then it isn’t, it’s everywhere yet nowhere.” [/color]Sabal tried to put the feeling into words, spoken language was getting on her nerves, she wished she could just ‘show’ him. Finally she sighed “I will increase my efforts to pick up something more distinct.” [/color]She shouldn’t have said anything in the first place…
Location: Aboard Felyn – Open Space – Standard Patrol
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Feb 17, 2010 4:10:48 GMT -6
Cold Harbor Story / Action Aboard The Harbringer:From the shadows, yet standing in the open, the dozen eyes watched The Away Team. They were able to discern who was in charge, and who was of importance, “ Military Hierarchy…” one signed, nodding in approval… “ But they let their women lead?” another interjected; again, both were quickly quieted by the leader. Sure enough, the group split into two distinct teams, one group headed up towards The Main Bridge, while the other, led by the ‘women’ and the fishy creature, headed towards Main Engineering. With clipped signals, the shadows split up too, three following each; the leader stayed with the group following the Away Team section heading towards Main Engineering. “ Humans…” thought the leader. It wasn’t that it thought so lowly of them, he’d learned that wasn’t true before, but he did know they often showed one thing, a propensity for arrogance and the belief that they always knew best… something that they often displayed as ‘body armor’ for their protection. Although the tri-corders carried by the Away Team were specially programmed with additional CRV protocols and security scanners, they still didn’t read anything out of the ordinary. There were the standard faint returns, which were caused by countless things in the cosmos, but nothing that would cause them to stand out, nor were they anything they could focus on either; like the grains of sand caught in a windy day at the beach, they simply were just there. The Away Team that gained access to The Bridge would find all the consoles still activated, but standard security lock outs in place, the view screen was showing the standard view of the surrounding system; there was no evidence of a fire fight or any damage at all. It was as if the entire ship just closed up shop and left. With a little effort, they would be able to unlock the security lock outs, but the secured computer core didn’t contain much information; as far as The Bridge sensors were concerned. The Away Team, lead by Bob and Lau, entered Main Engineering, finding it the same as the team aboard The Bridge, the stations were locked out, but everything was running. The consoles even showed that they had been in the middle of a level 2 diagnostic of the warp core and the defense system, all fairly standard practices when the engineers had the time; but they were left unfinished. With much less effort then the other Away Team, thanks to Chief Murkeye, they were able to unlock the systems of the entire ship, granting them access to the primary ships computer core and sensor banks; again, it was only so helpful. Ships logs showed that the ship had responded here, along with The Saber Class Starship, to assist and further advance the negotiations for the Almata’s induction into The Federation proper. The Harbringer had brought the negotiators and the diplomats, along with engineers and other specialists, while the Saber was designated to run as an escort for the two of them. The last piece of information available was that they had arrived in system, and had been there for two weeks without incident, and that talks were going well. All the diplomats were on the planet, along with two security detachments, engineers, scientists and a few others; but the majority of the crew were still shown aboard. The transporter pads showed no damage, and all life pods were still in their bays, no exterior hatches had been blown and no other signs of a reason why, let alone where, the crew had gone could be found. The shadows watched both teams, as they went about their business, staying out of the way, but within easy striking distance. They very much acted like hunting, stalking predators, looking at the Away Team as ‘prey’, but, they were content to simply watch for the time being; taking in as much information about them as possible. The Cold Harbor:Sabal’s attempt to focus on what ‘it’ could be, didn’t help much; the only thing it did was fill her with angry and hate filled emotions, although she didn’t really now why. Whatever was out there, was radiating anger and hostility. Anger and hostility was exactly what was out there. Behind its vale of secrecy, and completely out of sight, it sat and hid, watching the newly arrived Starship enter the sector and come into range. It watched the Federation Starship actively ping away with its sensor array, and constantly scan for anything and everything. It watched as the Starship took up a defensive position near the other Federation Starship that had sat abandoned for some time, yet the newly arrived Starship was at full battle alert, its shields and weapons systems fully on-line. It was surprised how quickly it had lowered and then re-raised its shields; “ Beaming over one of their Away Teams…” the Captain thought, but they had done it so quickly that they hadn’t been able to get a firing solution in time. But, whether by the senior officers gut feelings, or the telepathy of Sabal, they were correct, they surely were not alone out there; the only problem was they couldn’t see what was watching them, waiting for them to make a mistake. It only take one, lowering of the shields at the wrong time, letting down their guard, flying through the right nebula, something… the worst part was, a mistake was going to be made; that, was unavoidable.
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Post by Ahn Lau on Feb 21, 2010 20:57:11 GMT -6
Location: Away team- Harbinger engineering
"So do you propose being inefficient and not getting out of here as quickly as possible with some answers for the sake of old horror movies?" She tries to keep a light mood, despite the eerie vibe of the ship. They gain access to main engineering at the same time she gets a message from the bridge-bound team that they'd gotten into the bridge, but had had trouble.
"That's interesting... they had time to lock down some things... so they must have had warning as to whatever made them all leave." She taps her commbadge to contact the Cold Harbor. "Away team to Cold Harbor. We haven't found anyone, and it looks like everyone just dropped everything and vanished. However... they had time to lock down engineering and the bridge. Chief Murkeye is working on it."
(Oh and if those aliens wanna find out why a girl is in charge, they will. ::Ahn opens a giant can of whoop-ass.:: )
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Feb 24, 2010 0:35:18 GMT -6
Location: Harbringer corridor en-route to Engineering
"So do you propose being inefficient and not getting out of here as quickly as possible with some answers for the sake of old horror movies?" Bob chuckled as he walked “I suggest nothing, just an observation, you’re the tactician not I. My species is fairly cautious and good at running and hiding, just the way we are since the Borg decimated our home world.”[/b] Bob shrugged, he was a natural prey animal, and had the feeling that he was being stalked, though his tricorder showed nothing but normal background noise on all his scans.
When they arrived in engineering Bob went over to a main workstation, “Hmm, everything is operational, but all the consoles are locked out. Just a moment and I can bypass the lockouts for this consol.” [/b] Bob wasn’t going to unlock all the ships consoles, the crew locked things out for a reason, and if anything was left on the ship that they weren’t picking up for some reason, Bob didn’t want them to have access.
"That's interesting... they had time to lock down some things... so they must have had warning as to whatever made them all leave." Bob nodded it didn’t take very long to lock everything out, but it took someone with authority to do it and certain circumstances. Lau taped her comm. and contacted the Cold Harbor. "Away team to Cold Harbor. We haven't found anyone, and it looks like everyone just dropped everything and vanished. However... they had time to lock down engineering and the bridge. Chief Murkeye is working on it."
Bob gained access to the consol in no time, “Looks like they were in the middle of a routine Level 2 diagnostic of the warp core and the defense systems. Sounds like they were bored, since that’s not the highest thing on a repair list.” [/b] Bob went further into the system uploading all information onto his tricorder, frowning he noted that everything that he was coming across was a whole lot of nothing. Ships logs showed that the ship had responded here, along with The Saber Class Starship, to assist and further advance the negotiations for the Almata’s induction into The Federation. The Harbringer had brought the negotiators and the diplomats, along with engineers and other specialists, while the Saber was designated to run as an escort for the two of them. The last piece of information available was that they had arrived in system, and had been there for two weeks without incident, and that talks were going well.
Bob’s frown got deeper, all the diplomats were on the planet, along with two security detachments, engineers, scientists and a few others; but the majority of the crew was still shown aboard. “Still shown aboard…?”[/b] The transporter pads showed no damage, and all life pods were still in their bays, no exterior hatches had been blown and no other signs of a reason why, let alone where the crew had gone or where they could be found. None of that sounded right, nothing sounded right. Internal sensors should be picking up what Bob’s scans did, that they were the only ones on the ship, but it was still showing the crew aboard?
Bob started digging a little further, he needed to find out of the logs had been tampered with, or changed purposefully for some reason. There wasn’t much else he could do other then not trust the information because of the discrepancy. After he was finished with all the downloads he reinstated all the lockouts and firewalls, he even added a failsafe, a virus that would wipe everything and blow the ship if the proper prefix code wasn’t used to access the system.
Location: Harbinger engineering
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