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Cindy then turned to Ensign Oswell and said, "Luke, use the force." She stifled a giggle. "Sector 348.58, Warp factor 6, please."
Luke forced down a chuckle. Coincidentally, he'd just watched Episode 45: The Last Sith, a week before. Star Wars was awesome, never got old. Luke worked his magic: "Course laid in Jedi Master Jackson, engaging."
Once Legacy arrived, the ship rocked, as if it was a car that suddenly dropped its shocks at the same time someone hit the breaks. Legacy limped forward as Cindy first called out, "Nav, what the hell happened?"
Luke quickly checked all systems, then let out a small sigh of relief that whatever had happened wasn't his fault. But then, what had happened?
As everyone was trying to look for an answer, Luke said:
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
OOC - Coincidentally, it has been exactly a year since my last post with Nav! We should celebrate
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As she answered, and waited for a response, she tagged a couple of her staff to check on some specific injury reports, in case they turned out to be worse than what she'd been told. To the rest of Sickbay, she signaled a double check of instruments and supplies to be sure they were ready if this bump in the road turned into something worse.
Cindy responded simply, "I don't know at this time. Stay prepared. We are going to yellow alert."
"Aye aye, Captain." When the communication had finished, she turned back to her staff. "Yellow Alert's coming. Let's be prepared for whatever's coming, folks." She and others made final checks of the devices, hyposprays and their contents, and supplies. If whatever this was got worse, it would get busy down here. Until then, it was a waiting game.
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"Negative, Captain," she said honestly, taking a deep breath and turning to the monitor at her station. What the hell could knock out sensors? In the middle of nowhere? Deep space... anomaly... or EM pulse... but the sensors would have been protected from such a possibility. Unless of course, the EMP had been of immense proportions, or... pinpointed with specific direction. Like an attack.
Which means that, if that were the case, they would lose sensors again for a purpose that they might not be aware of at this time. She scanned the shields, hull... and began looking for damage of one form or another. Even the smallest variation would mean....
But there was nothing out there. Unless... "Send out a full spectrum wave particle bombardment and track the trajectories...." If there was something invisible and untrackable? Or anything at all out there? Perhaps that would give an indication.
"Keep all eyes open," she said. "And let me know the moment the diagnostic is done."
She sent a message directly to Security. "I'm routing our sensor readings directly through to your station, and am performing internal and external diagnostics. And making sure we really are alone out here."
Hopefully that was an affirmative. Because the alternative didn't inspire her too much at all.
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