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No one had commented or shown any sign that it was registered what Juraan had found on tricorder. Maybe he shouldn't have thought that there was any contribution exptected of him. Though he wondered why he had gotten the tricorder then.
When Saxon told him to step back from the creature, Juraan did so, but not without clarifying something. "It's Juraan, if you don't mind. And of course, Commander."
He then stood and waited to see what would happen.[/size]
As the teams began their tasks John looked up, from inspecting coiling conduits on the floor, to Juraan's comment. His expression conveyed, with his bushy eyebrows, a silent reply of "it hardly matters right now". John was getting more and more irked at the Bajoran's put-upon attitude. It was a personality that, perhaps, may have taken itself to... extremes some years ago. Not for the first time, but certainly for sure this time, Saxon made a note to look up what records were held of one Juraan Ren.
Beja stepped away from the majestic creature, and turned her attention to the Commander and the Bajorian doctor. “I did not try communicating with it. But I can try if you wish Commander. My guess is that it is very lonely and sad. We do not know how long it has been here by itself, without any kind of companionship.”
That kind of existence had to be utterly full of desolation and despair. She couldn’t imagine not not having anyone around for how many centuries, millennia even? Without any kind of interaction with anyone? That was a torture that Beja could barely wrap her mind around. How does that affect any kind of creature’s being?
Beja turned to Juraan, “Doctor Juraan, what did you find with your tricorder readings? Anything that will indicate what this creature is?”
His eyes adjusted angle only slightly, and his expression softening, 'Century' nodded as Beja reported that the being hadn't tried to communicate in any meaningful fashion - at least, he assumed the thrashing wasn't come kind of non-verbal language. He glanced over to Sirol, and wondered how the Science Officer was getting on with the database; if she was finished soon, perhaps her crypto-linguistics would be of some use - perhaps together with the Diplomatic Chief, if the thing was alive and able to communicate, their teaming up would go far.
But...for reasons he couldn't explain, John found himself fighting the urge to
kill it there and then. An almost overwhelming desire to wipe it away, to remove it from his sight.
It, the creature, just felt
wrong. As wrong as his reaction to it. Growing with every passing moment.
Oh man. Finn covered his mouth as his eyes were fixed on the strange creature. He had no desire to get anywhere near it and was ready to give up on any claims if this was really a prison for this being.
When the commander adressed him, he was confused why he of all people would know something about it.
I've never seen anything alike, Commander. He told him but his voice held no admiration. On the contrary.
Don't get so close, Juraan. He told his friend and basically hid behind him taking a few steps back. If shit went south, Finn didn't need a front row seat.
I think we should just leave IT alone.
He gave Beja a bewildered look when she expressed sympathetic feelings. Did she have any sort of gift that allowed her to read the creature? Or was she just guessing? What if she was getting manipulated?
Stepping aside so the security officer could do his job, Finn was ready to leave again but he had a feeling that that wouldn't happen too soon.
It was a long shot, but the old officer couldn't be surprised when Finn said he hadn't seen anything like it before. That was, perhaps, a little
too easy. And so he shrugged a 'worth an ask' and turned back to the two studying the chamber.
[Central core of the Alien Wreck]
Unlike Beja Juraan had trouble feeling sympathy for a being like one right in front of them. Maybe it was a personal flaw but with an appearance so very different form humanoids, there was no indication for him that would tell him how that being felt. And thus it didn't generate an emotional response from him.
When Beja asked him if he found anything with the tricorder he lifted the device up to take a look at the readings. "It's weird. It seems like the creature's tentacles are ... endless. The creature's body, its core, is trapped here by that force field but it seems like the tips of its tentacles ... they reach all the way up into space. Maybe even further."
He lowered the tricorder to glance at the creature. "The Aquila might get some more accurate readings with their sensors up there. Apart from its physical presence, I don't get any readings that would indicate its emotional state if it has one."
John was about to raise the point about his misgivings about brining it aboard when his combadge chirped.
He nodded to the Operations station, "Tie me in."
Then,
"This is Captain Solluk. We have been monitoring your progress from orbit, and completed scans of the creature you've encountered. We can confirm your initial analysis. The creature- whatever it is- has some sort of system for tapping into different layers of subspace, and perhaps beyond. From what we can tell, these... tendrils, for lack of a better term... are not a part of the creature itself, but rather some energy it extends outward from its body. Sciences believes it may be a feeding or sensor mechanism, but I'd be interested in the Opinions of Ensign Sirol or Commander Beja as to whether this seems likely.
I'm preliminarily of the opinion that we should not leave the creature stranded on that wreck. But I also don't know if it is safe to transport. I'd appreciate opinions on that, as well.
Finally, I'd like someone to see if we can pull data off of that ancient computer. Is there a recording medium we might scan?"
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Tapping it, Saxon responded almost immediately. "
Saxon here, Captain" he began. He fought against his natural instincts to leave this...abomination...where it lay, and gave his opinion to the best of his abilities. "
The lifeform seems to be contained by a forcefield; Leftenant Goodspeed" he glanced at her, raising his eyebrows 'encouragingly', "
will be letting us know shortly if its something we can quickly reproduce aboard. However" he continued, "
I'm not sure of two things: one, if the biofilters can manage through transport, or whether the containment unit itself can be moved back to the Cuanza safely."
He looked back to the Romulan, to further check on her progress. "
There seems to be some crystal attached to the consoles - I can't speak for Ensign Sirol's findings but it strikes me as something that could be etched, like a Caraddian isolinear rod."
He kept the final thoughts to himself;
torpedo the whole thing from orbit and never look back.