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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

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Working Late

Postby Jack Lucas » Thu May 01, 2014 3:45 am

Working Late

Stardate 11404.30

Much of the crew had gone on leave over the past week. The events surrounding the Vulcan artifact, right on the heels of the Bajoran terrorist attack had left the crew rattled. Sutak was above "rattling."

Here in his laboratory, he had learned as much as he could about the artifact, before it was to be returned to Vulcan, along with its former captives. After its removal, he had decided to reconfigure the lab's computers and change the floor layout. Engineering was none-too-happy, but his recent accomodation had earned him a bit of pull with the newly minted Commander, and he'd been able to convince them to move some of the consoles around. The rest he had done using the station's transporters. He and Janx had, themselves, installed new force field emitters to the floor and ceiling over the course of the week, to hopefully prevent another occurance like the artifact had caused.

It wasn't nearly as waxy as the clean rooms he had become accustomed to on Vulcan or Earth, but the lab was starting to take shape in his mind's eye. Whatever purposes he would need this space for, it was beginning to more closely resemble what he had in mind.

He crossed the room, his face plain and unphased. Ensign Janx pulled a grav-table across the floor, repositioning it as he'd been instructed. Sutak still appreciated Janx, despite the report he'd filed against Sutak.

Sutak had used the quantum buffer of the subspace transporter in his lab to help retreive the missing Vulcans. This was frowned upon by Starfleet Sciences, but waved off despite Janx' report. Janx argued that the only reason Sutak still had his post was because Starfleet couldn't reprimand him so quickly after offering him accolades for the same task. Sutak had corrected him, that his orders were "by any means necessary" - and that he had followed them.

The rift between the two had swiftly disappeared, as their shared taste in the lab and scientific endeavours outranked any ill will they had harbored over the transporter event.

Sutak crossed the room again, checking his crystal vat through the transparent aluminum front. He held his hands on his knees, surveying the crystals and the color coded bars inside the vat.

Janx set the sled down by the controls and wiped his arm across his brow.

"Anything else?" Janx asked, slightly out of breath.

Sutak stood and surveyed the lab. "I think we've accomplished enough for the day."

Janx nodded, his head bobbling on his wiry neck. "I'm going to grab dinner at Qap'lah's, would you like to join me?"

The Vulcan shook his head, "No."

Janx shrugged and headed out of the lab, wringing his hands.

Sutak bent back over the vat, examining the crystals. They were not growing as expediantly as he had expected. This was just one of numerous experiments he had been pursuing since arriving on Sigma Rho, the effect of gamma radiation on crystalline energy sources. It was part of a larger theory in Starfleet Science, a way to increase the power output in warp engines by blasting heated dilithium crystals with gamma radiation bursts as a way of buffering the engines during warp travel. In another few decades, it might allow standard warp vessels the use of larger transwarp arrays to cross vast distances safely well beyond Warp nine point nine.

Sutak stood again, tapping the PADD he held, as the room seemed to dim for a moment.

He looked around, he was alone in the lab. There was no second shift this evening. "Computer, report?"

The computer failed to respond.

"Computer, report?" He swung his arm to tap his badge, but the computer responded this time.

"All systems are functioning normally."

"Computer, was there a power fluctuation in the laboratory?"

"Negative, all systems are functioning normally."

"Curious." He said, as he returned his attention to the PADD. The lights dimmed again.

His brow spiked as he tapped his badge, following through this time.

"Sutak to Engineering, I am experiencing power fluctuations on Level six." He waited for the response, but none came.

He tapped his badge again, though it failed to beep as it normally did. His face twisted in curiosity, he set down the PADD and walked towards the laboratory door. It whooshed open, revealing a security guard across the corridor. He'd been stationed there since the terrorist attack.

"Working late or up early?" The Guard offered.

"Are your communications malfunctioning?" Sutak asked, from the doorway.

The Guard shook his head and tapped his badge, it beeped, and he breifly checked in with the Chief of Security. Sutak reentered his lab, and addressed the computer again.

"Computer, run a full diagnostic of the lab, starting from yesterday before we began upgrades." Sutak picked up his PADD again, returning to his experiment.

The computer beeped twice, negatively. "Please confirm, begin diagnostic from yesterday, or from before laboratory upgrades began?"

Sutak was confused, as the upgrades had began yesterday at 1200 hours.

"Computer, run full diagnostic from two hours before upgrades began." He looked back to his PADD, pulling up the power data for the level, and finding no discrepancies with the report that all systems were indeed functioning normally.

He sat at the station nearest the door and began logically estimating what could have caused the lights to dim. If it was not a power issue, it was possible that a subspace anomaly had passed through the station, or that the latent effects of the artifact had briefly merged the laboratory with another dimension. Or perhaps Sutak had simply blinked too quickly, as he would from time to time lose track of his blinks and miscount.

The computer beeped. "Diagnostic complete."

Sutak swung around to the computer and began interrogating the data. It was clear that everything was functioning normally from the moment the upgrades had began, through the night, through the day's shift, up until Janx had left, and then... overnight again?

This was odd, the computer was reporting the diagnostic all the way through this evening and into tomorrow morning. This must be why it was confused as to the date of the upgrades.

"Computer, self-diagnose chronometer."

The computer beeped. "The Stations chronometer is functioning normally."

"What time is it."

"It is 04:32."

Impossible, he thought. Janx had only left for dinner moments ago. He instinctively tapped at his commbadge.

"Sutak to Ensign Janx. Report."

No response.

"Sutak to Ensign Janx, please report."

A hurried voice responded, "yeah, I'm awake. What's the matter, Sir?"

Sutak's look became one of confusion, again. "Ensign Janx, are you at dinner?"

"Sir?" He paused in his response, "It's... It's four o'clock in the morning, Sir..."

Suddenly, Sutak remembered the week prior, when he had mistakenly arrived four minutes late for his holosuite appointment, and when he reported the incorrect time in the Station's computer, the Engineer had posed the question to him... "Losing time, Lieutenant?"
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The Replacements, Part One

Postby Jack Lucas » Sat May 03, 2014 4:11 pm

The Replacements, Part One

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF ENSIGN DONALD JANX, SCIENCE DIVISION

Stardate 11405.03

Ensign Donald Janx had been on the Rho for six months. Prior to Sutak's installation as Chief Science Officer, Janx had served as the interrim Science Officer since taking his post. He hadn't minded handing the reins over to the abrasive Vulcan, as Janx was a follower. He knew as much, and he embraced it.

Orders suited Donald. He never seemed to be the man with the new ideas, but he was qualified and capable of executing the ideas of his peers.

He sat in the laboratory, examining Sutak's crystal experiment. The Lieutenant had only been away for a day, still on his journey to the Gemulon system, but there was no word on when he'd return to the station. Janx would have to finish most of the experiments in the lab himself. That meant a pile of paperwork and longer hours than he had anticipated.

Scientists loved paperwork. The opportunity to fill out PADD after PADD with new data, about new discoveries and unexpected outcomes was like exploring a brand new star system or making first contact. Sutak was so sterile, Janx thought, the Vulcan didn't have the passion for science that he did. Janx wasn't much for words, but in his mind he unraveled beautiful metaphors for discovery and skepticism. Science was his domain.

The lab was a little warmer than usual, crewmen were laughing and joking, and generally smiling. This was an about face from the usual demeanor. Sutak ran a very quiet room, and didn't allow much banter between his colleagues. "The Scientific Method leaves little room for distraction" - he once told Janx.

Janx finished transcribing the latest results from the crystal experiment and set the PADD down on top of the vat table. He stretched. He was a wiry little guy, with a bobblehead and a short shock of red hair. He yawned and turned around, examining the other stations.

"Does anyone need anything before I call it a day?" He asked nicely of the other scientists in the lab.

None responded, a few smiles and friendly good evenings were traded, and Donald exited the lab.

The Station, Sigma Rho, in his opinion, was a dump. He would never share that opinion, as he liked his job and the people he worked with, but whenever something went wrong, it seemed he was always on the receiving end. Following the events with the Vulcan artifact, power to Donald's quarters were out for almost a week. He had to stay with friends, and had been present for a fairly nasty breakup between two of his colleagues who were romantically involved. Sleeping on a cot in their shared quarters had been the most uncomfortable evening of his life.

Janx didn't have any love interests, nor did he feel the need to find any. He was a man of science.

The turbolift carried him to the promenade, where he planned to find some dinner. Friendly faces everywhere greeted him. He was the Science Officer people liked to bring things too. Many called Sutak, "unapproachable." Janx didn't see it that way, but he understood that a Vulcan as prickly as Sutak might be difficult for some to get along with.

Sure, he and Sutak had their differences, the subspace transporter debcale being one of them, but in the end they always found common ground, and Janx liked his professional demeanor. Sutak was smart, and a good scientist. He wasn't off-the-charts brilliant or uncannily prescient. Sutak was a pretty regular guy, for a 50 year old Vulcan, and he did what logic and science dictated he should do. Janx wanted to emulate that. Deep down, he knew he'd never advance to a position like Chief Science Officer, but that didn't matter to him. So long as he got to work with good people on good projects, he was happy.

The promenade was incredibly busy. With senior staff away on a mission in the Xiphos, and multiple ships docked and two refits on the calendar, the station was packed to capacity for the next few days. A dozen merchant ships had docked in the last few hours alone, or were orbiting the station or getting repairs. Janx was glad nothing had fallen on his plate, as Sutak had left him a pile of responsibilities already.

Dinner at the replimat was uneventful. Donald chatted with Crewmember Doris Buff. She was a sweet girl, but ugly as the day is long. Janx wondered if he could look beyond that... Not that he would need to, he was, after all, a man of science. He wasn't interested in exploring a relationship. He deposited his tray back into the replicator as he wondered, was he lonely? It didn't matter.

Donald's original quarters were destroyed in the attack by the Bajoran terrorist cell. He'd lost most of his personal belongings, as the blast was very near his room. He'd been transferred to new quarters amongst the guest quarters in the lower portion of the station. He'd requested a transfer back into the nicer, newer rooms on the officer levels, but his requests had been lost in the shuffle, with the recent promotions and going ons.

The lower decks weren't as well lit or kept as the upper decks, and the misanthropes and merchants and travellers who came through weren't always on the up and up. Thankfully, the Rho was a very safe station. He crossed from the turbolift into the dark hallway towards his quarters. The new Security Chief had made great strides in keeping the lower levels in check. Janx was surprised to learn that he had been carried off with the Xiphos as well. It made sense, he supposed, as Animim was supposed to be some kind of war hero. He didn't know the details, just that he'd seen some fighting.

Janx turned the last corner towards his quarters as he felt the knife stick deep into his belly. It was an incredibly odd sensation. He felt the skin between his ribs and gut push back and then split and tear, like a balloon. He gasped without a sound as he looked at his attacker, not seeing a face, only the backlit silhouette of a man much taller than he.

The blade twisted and pulled back, as Janx finally brought his hands to capture the pieces that had been carved and plucked from his body by the serrated blade. He felt himself fall, and landed flat on his front side. His nose had buckled against the tritanium floor, and shot blood down his face and neck. He laid there on his stomach, gripping his insides as the pool of blood began to expand around him.

The knife-weilding assailant flipped him over by the shoulder and grasped at his commbadge, ripping it from his duty jacket. Donald Janx looked up, his vision blurring, as blood sputtered from his mouth onto the floor. His abdomen was a wreck, the pink and red and purple of his insides held against him by his shaking hands.

In that moment, for whatever reason, all he could think about were the crystals in the laboratory, and how without him or Sutak, the experiment would have to be redone. He thought of his unpaid tab at Praetor's Palace, and he thought of Doris Buff's ugly face.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby James Greenman » Sat May 03, 2014 4:37 pm

Great log, Jack! If only the CSEC wasn't gallivanting off among the stars. :clint:
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Sat May 03, 2014 8:49 pm

For the exciting conclusion, check this log!
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Tue May 06, 2014 6:22 pm

Awake

Stardate 1105.06

Sutak laid in the small quarters, only 2 days left in their journey to the Romulan colony. The trip so far had been uneventful, aside from the grim news from the station.

Ensign Janx, a member of Sutak's Science team, had been stabbed in a seemingly random act of violence, by a Vulcan, no less. Janx was still in recovery when Sutak made the subspace call from the bridge of the Xiphos, but had ended it quickly when Sutak had asked about the status of the lab and their ongoing experiments.

The acting Navigator had attempted to explain to Sutak that it was rude of him to ask about work before expressing condolences or sorrow for the Ensign's misfortune. However Sutak had simply responded that there was little he could do from the Xiphos, light years away, to improve the Ensign's condition. Starfleet Medical was perfectly capable of reviving and restoring Janx to duty. However, without Janx' attention, the experiments in Sutak's lab would be lost.

It was at this point that the disgruntled Navigator insinuated that the Vulcan should "have his head examined." The thought had lingered with Sutak throughout the remainder of his shift and into the night. He was, in fact, missing sleep thinking about this statement, and the current state of his own mind.

He had, over the course of the last few weeks, been "missing time" with no explanation. It had started as just a few minutes here and there, still far too much for a Vulcan. But prior to disembarking the station, he had lost almost 11 hours, overnight.

Sutak rose from the bed and donned the slippers that sat at the foot. He exited his quarters, wearing his night clothes, and set off for Sickbay.

The Xiphos was small, but it felt brand new, especially compared to the faded hallways of the Rho. The hallways of the Xiphos were dimmed, a sign of the "night watch" of the third shift. He navigated the small corridors and found himself entering sickbay.

Doctor Bunnigus looked up from her work as someone came in, squinting slightly to adjust for her eyes having stared at a PADD for the last four hours. Tall, a little gangly, pointed ears and a severe hair cut - Vulcan, and the only one onboard right now was Lieutenant Sutak. She held in the sigh that threatened to come out, then hoped for a moment that the Lieutenant hadn't developed hypochondria to go with his penchant for filing a report on every little Engineering problem that he came across. She herself had been on the Rho too long to notice the small things anymore.

Pushing herself to her feet, she stepped out of the small office that made up a quarter of the Xiphos' sickbay. This wasn't meant to be much more than an emergency surgical suite and a place to let someone recover, which was all fine and well on a vessel that wasn't supposed to do much more than ferry crew and equipment around, but she'd gotten used to the expansive medical suites on the Rho

"How can I help you, Lieutenant?" She put on one of her comforting smiles, even though she knew it'd have no effect on the stoic Vulcan it was worth keeping up appearances as a Doctor.

"I require medical attention." Sutak stated very plainly.

"You're out of luck. We stopped serving that at 0200, we're on medical beverages now." She looked up at him, speaking just as plainly.

He tilted his head in curiosity, his face unchanged. "Starfleet's notoriously inappropriate bedside manner, I assume?" Sutak rarely appreciated a good joke.

"Not at all, Lieutenant." She pulled out her medical tricorder and unlatched the probe from the underside, a touch of a smile on her lips. "I was hoping that a little liquor would loosen your tongue. If you want I could run a full genetic workup on you over the next three days and tell you exactly what you have wrong, what will probably go wrong with you in the future, and then spend the next six months fixing it all. But I am going to assume you're here for something specific, and when I ask 'How can I help', that would be the point where you tell me what kind of medical attention you're looking for. This is, after all, Sickbay. Everyone who comes here wants medical attention." She started to run the probe across the Vulcan's chest and up over his shoulders, getting a few physiological baselines to start with anyway.

Sutak pondered the situation a moment, and realizing his error. "I have a tendency to be more direct than is often necessary."

His eyes followed the probe as she waved the tricorder over his body.

"I have been 'missing time' - a few moments here and there. And the night before last, a full 11 hours from the end of first shift through the following morning." He paused a moment, "...and I find myself 'agitable.'"

The Doc tapped out a few commands on the tricorder, switching it over the neurological mode as runing the probe first laterally across his forehead before going back and forth a few times over the top from the tip of one ear to the other, getting as close to a full workup as she could, her trained eyes picking out the various markers, levels and structures present. She'd always found Vulcan brains interesting...

"Are you under any more stress than usual? Anything on your mind that you've been cycling over? How is your sleep, what kind of pattern do you follow?"

"I typically get four to six hours. Every third day I get an additional four hours, for a total of eight to ten hours." He thought for a moment regarding stress. The recent events on the station had kept him busy, but Vulcans did not experience "stress" the way that other humanoids did. "I have been very busy, however I have not felt particularly taxed by my duties."

"And the recursive thoughts? The Vulcan subconscious is an interesting thing, especially when coupled with stressful situations." She checked off a few readings, logging them against the baseline and the records from his last physical. "Hmmm..You're not showing any of the key genetic markers for Tuvan Syndrome, and you don't have the enzymes present that'd suggest early onset Pa'nar." She run another scan, moving the probe in a circular motion over Sutak's frontal lobe.

"I have had curious dreams, lately." He tilted his head in response to the Doctor's scans. "And I am not due for Pon'Farr for another two years. I would like to eliminate any further 'lost time,' and reduce the interruptions to my sleep." He was matter of fact, and growing impatient, unbecoming of a Vulcan.

Bunnigus continued with her scans, tapping at the Tricorder every few moments to check one thing or another. "Well, you'll need to speak to the Counsellor back onboard the station about your dreams, can't help you there. I'm picking up some acute increases in your acetylcholine levels, and your neurocortisone readings suggest there's a slight imbalance that could be causing some mild psychological trauma. Overall nothing to worry about, but i'm going to give you a small shot of synaptizine to equalize your levels and i'm going to ask you to adjust your sleep patterns."

Finally putting the tricorder away after saving the information to Sutak's file, she loads a Hypo with synaptizine and sets the dosage before walking back over. "Your REM cycle is roughly 68 minutes, so i'm going to recommend 6 hours and 50 minutes per night. I've uploaded the cycle to your profile, the internal sensors will monitor all of that for you." Reaching up, she pressed the hypo to Sutak's neck and injects the drug before packing everything away.

The Vulcan was not eager to adjust his schedule, as he wasn't fond of change. Nor did he give much merit to the Doctor's insinuation regarding his dreams. Unlike many Vulcans and humanoids, Sutak never put much stock into the merits of a true connection between one's dreams and their conscious mind. As a scientist, he preferred to think of them as simple machinations of his subconscious.

"Is that all, Doctor?" Sutak appeared to be waiting for permission to leave, not entirely convinced the Doctor's hypospray would do the trick. Whether it was because she wasn't a Vulcan Doctor or that he simply did not know her well enough to give weight to her diagnostic abilities, he was unsure. In fact, he almost immediately dismissed his uncertainty as illogical.

She gave him a smile, figuring to herself that the Vulcan wasn't as bad as she'd heard in the Officer's Lounge. "Unless you actually do want the medicinal beverage. I'd suggest a snifter of the Saurian Brandy, supplement 7L-451. There's an active enzyme in it that'll act as a sleeping aid." She flashed a quick grin, then tucked the tricorder back into her belt.

Seeing that her last comment might not be enough, she nodded. "That'll be all, Lieutenant."

Sutak about-faced and exited sickbay without another word.

Rolling her eyes, Doctor Bunnigus turned back to the office and sat down, picking up her PADD and continuing to read.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby James Greenman » Tue May 06, 2014 6:28 pm

That was a fun log to do! Although Sutak really does need a few more of those integration courses. :V
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Fri May 23, 2014 3:55 pm

Night Watch

Stardate 11405.23

The bridge was dim, Gamma shift in full swing. The swing shift had come and gone, Sutak remaining at his station the entire time.

The mine field was coming along quite well. With the tireless efforts of the Engineering crew and Tactical liasons, the shuttlecraft and Xiphos had been dropping mines in a geosynchronous equatorial orbit. With the mines aligned to repass over the colony frequently, they had not wasted additional effort mining the entire orbit of the planet, which would take months.

Sutak had taken it on himself to design a destabalizing probe frequency program, which when remotely applied to the mines, would cause them to randomly change sensor frequencies. This allowed the mines to briefly disappear from uncoded sensors. And reappear in a new pattern later. This kind of inconsistent sensor data would make the field appear larger than it is, as well as require frequent sensor realignments from any ship unfamiliar with the programmed sequence.

Sutak seemed satisfied with the recent code export, and began transmitting it to the mines remotely. With only a day left until the Tzenkethi Cruisers arrived, there was not much time left to prepare.

It had dawned on Sutak that in this crisis, there was very little he could do. Tactical, Engineering and Medical all had urgent duties that were paramount to the success of the mission... Science, on the other hand, had been acting as an assistant to each of their busier counterparts. Programming mines, running diagnostics on tactical systems, calculating probabilities in the defense capabilities of the colony, and scanning the surface - these had been Sutak and his science crewmens jobs for the last few days.

With reinforcements more than a day out, and the Tzenkethi bearing down on them with at least four battle-ready cruisers, Sutak had estimated their chances of survival in an all out firefight at less than one percent. He had elected not to share this with the crew or his Commander, as the information did not seem pertinent. They were likely all dead, and could not simultaneously complete their mission and survive, so he had decided that it was logical to carry out his duties and do anything he could to improve those calculations to be more in their favor. The reprogrammed mines would increase their odds of survival to 0.8% - this was a great achievement.

With his mine programming complete, Sutak surveyed the bridge. Night watch was always quieter, and considering his changing sleeping patterns at the Doctor's request, Sutak had elected to take double shifts including a night watch. The ship was dimmer, more to Sutak's liking. The bridge was mostly empty, aside from himself and the skeleton crew. He had noted the colloquial difference in vernacular regarding the shift. Some referred to it by its official name, "Gamma" - the last of three shifts. Others called it the "late shift," "night shift," or "night watch." Sutak had adopted the third, as a means of appearing more casual or human.

"Shuttle Two is having issues with the fabrication coil in their replication unit." The ensign at OPS turned to Sutak.

"Can they repair it?" Sutak looked up from his console.

The Ensign remained quiet a moment, surely listening to communication in his ear from the shuttlecraft. "They estimate repairs will take an hour, or they can return and replace the unit."

Sutak didn't pause, "Have them return and replace the unit. We should save 16 minutes this way."

The Ensign nodded and quietly spoke the command to the shuttlecraft from his console.

On the view screen, stars stood motionless, the distant mines invisible at this range. The defense platform repairs were coming along well. Sutak internally revised his estimate of their survival. If the Tzenkethi did take a hostile approach, the Xiphos and Oann would stand a 0.9% chance of survival.

All things considered, this was good news.
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