RP Log: Daniels Who?
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| 2019-07-16 19:24 | |
[Kadn's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Anewan.
[Kadn's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Anewan.
Worthington keeps walking, careful to stay out of the traffick flow.
"Oh hold on, getting a call." Kadn says.
[Kadn's Commbadge] Temple nods and says "Chroniton Particles..yeah definately time travel"
[Kadn's Commbadge] Chandler nods a bit then licks her lips. "....but did we make out who it was?"
Worthington nodds and stops.
[Kadn's Commbadge] Temple looks around "Is it just us here or are there others from our crew?"
[Kadn's Commbadge] Anewan says, "It seems like the whole crew is here. We think."
[Kadn's Commbadge] Anewan says, "Commander. We are getting a....form in the hotel room. It mentioned your name specifically."
Overhearing, "A few others. How can we help you? Mr Worthington and I located a place where you can borrow one of their land vehicles, that may prove usefl." Kadn says, "You detected chroniton particles, my name? Do you know who it was?"
[Kadn's Commbadge] Anewan says, "The image was so brief that we were not able to identify him. It was defintely a him however."
[Kadn's Commbadge] The form starts to coalesce again, "Stabilize it, this may be our last chance." The form nods to someone out of view then looks towards Chandler, "Sybil, can you hear me?"
[Kadn's Commbadge] Temple looks to Chandler and says "Whoever that is knows you"
[Kadn's Commbadge] Chandler says, "It was saying how it must contact Me, Kadn or the other-...." She's caught off as she hears her name then turns to the figure. "Yeah I can hear you! Its Sybil....can you hear me?"
[Kadn's Commbadge] The form of a human coalesces into view, mostly, it still has a holographic effect to it. He is an average looking human with short brown hair and brown eyes. His complexion is fair, he doesn't look like he gets a lot of sun. He appears to be in his early to mid-thirties. He has a scar on his left cheek just below the eye.
[Kadn's Commbadge] Anewan says, "Commander, you should come back. As soon as possible."
Biran nods to Worth, "Lets double time it."
You double tap your commbadge.
[Kadn's Commbadge] Connection from Anewan terminated.
Worthington nodds and makes to follow kadn.
Room 512 <Earth>
Room 512 of the Hilton is much like any other suite. A separate space for lounging, complete with a sofa and a TV. Then a second space with two queen sized beds. A bathroom is off by the entry door.
Worthington arrives from Fifth Floor.
"It's Daniels, things are chaotic here, ripples in time are reaching us, I need your help." The image partially fades from view as the connection faulters.
Biran steps into the hotel room with Worthington hearing that last part, "Who?"
Chandler blinks a few times as she squints a few times as the person is flickering. "Daniels? Like...." She looks at the others confused then looks back around. "Dude we need help too. We're stuck in 2019."
Anewan takes a few steps back to let the people who know him get closer to him. He puts his tricorder away.
Worthington nodds, bewildered. "Who?" he asks.
Temple raises an eyebrow as he heres the name Daniels and he walks away for a few moments and taps out a tricorder and begins to work on it.
The image reforms, Daniels shakes his head, "My name is Lieutenant Commander Daniels, I'm calling you from the Phoenix, in the 29th century. I don't have a lot of time, if they detect me here they'd be onto us and you're less likely to succeed. That's the main reason we chose you for this mission. The Frey wouldn't expect agents from the 25th century, they would be scanning for agents from mine."
Biran hmms but listens, "You brought us here? Can you bring us back?"
The room around Daniels appears to be crumbling, not as if the ship was being attacked, but pieces of it are just disappearing from existance. "I'm running out of time, please listen. If you don't do what I say, it will all be over. Everything."
Worthington just listens, stunned, not sure what to think.
Chandler blinks a few times then nods. "Seriously....like...." Then she squints. "....I didn't know they could just draft people...." Rolling her eyes a bit she sighs softly but then quiet as she sees everything. "Go ahead....spit it out so we can do this."
Temple hmms as he reads something on his tricorder and says "If he is who he says He is he should be able to but I will keep an open mind"
Daniels continues, "A militant faction in the temporal cold war is trying to change, has changed, Earth's history. SpaceX will be launching the first manned Dragon module in the coming days from when you are. Its a big step in humanity's foray into space, eventually leading up to the first warp flight by Zefram Cochrane. If this SpaceX flight fails, it could set space exploration back decades. Zefram Cochrane's momentus flight won't happen while the Vulcan's are observing which will irreparably change history and Starfleet as we know it. My world is just now feeling the effects. If you don't reverse it, there will be no getting you home, as home won't be there."
Anewan says, "Fun."
Worthington takes all this in, coppying down a few key terms to search for in his tricorder.
"Not the word I was looking for, but ok." Kadn nods at Anewan, but continues to listen. "What do we need to do, assuming we believe any of this?"
Temple hmms and says "Aye I read up on my history, SpaceX is overtaking Nasa in the space business in this time period" he walks to the computer terminal and taps in a request of information on SpaceX
"All we know is, the nature of the failure will suggest SpaceX knowingly risked the crew's lives, stocks will plummet, and SpaceX's customers will go elsewhere." The world around Daniels crumbles into non-existence, "My time is up. Make sure that flight succeeds. The fate of everything is counting on you!" The image fades from view.
Biran asks, "Thoughts?" while he tries to fathom everything that was just said.
Temple looks to Kadn and says "He speaks the truth, that mission has to succeed for our future to continue to exist"
Worthington gets some info on his tricorder. "SpaceX, a private industrial effort of one Elon Musc. A company that is at this time, revolutionizing space travel on the planet, acording to sources I found. They just last year, well, this time frame's last year, managed to make the first successful landings of booster rockets for reuse in human history. They have a launching facility at a place called cape canavral florida, which something called, i think, google maps, suggests is not far from here, at least by vehicle," he says.
Anewan frowns, "SpaceX huh? Guess that we can...google it?"
Biran nods, "Get what information you can on it, see where and when this launch is. I don't know what we can do, but... unless you see an alternative, I don't know that we can afford to do nothing."
Worthington nodds, and enters the request for data into some strange looking bar that he's caused to come up on his tricorder. It comes back with a variety of results, which he skims through. "It appears this launch is scheduled to happen with in a week, at the cape canavral facility," he says. "I guarantee you it was no accident us being placed in Orlando, the distances are just too close for that to be a coincidence. I suggest we acquire ground transport. Unfortunately, this mapping service I've managed to link to doesn't say much about public transit for this area, so it's not likely we'll be able to get out there without independent transport," he concludes.
Biran hmms and nods, "But we're here, not there, I wonder if there is a reason for that. I think we should acquire ground transport, but also scour this area more closely. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Worthington nodds. "Of course sir," he says. "That area we were walking in earlier had some restaurants and bars, places humans tended to gather and socialize. Maybe we stake that area out? Also, I heard mention of someone else who time traveled? Sense our goal is to stop these temporal agents, locating them should logically be our top priority. Maybe stake out that rental service too, because if those agents are near by, they will also need transportation of some sort."
Biran hmms, "Can we rig a tricorder to scan for temporal anomalies? Maybe we can track them that way?"