Fit's 'at? - [Transporter Room 3]
Jul. 30th, 2009 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allmhadadh Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
-T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton
After a surprisingly comfortable nap -- on the mind if not the body -- listening to the ambient sounds of Deck 14, Scott woke up and promptly and got back to what he'd been on. Namely speaking, all of his equations. He knew he was getting close, even without the input from his busy counterpart, though he had yet to find the final pieces to his puzzle there. But he got up, and stretched out a very stiff body, did the showering-breakfast-coffee thing and transcribed all of his notes into the computer.
From there, he sent off everything he had gotten to Spock -- including the transporter log just prior to the Mirror Pike's arrival, which contained somewhere in it some clue as to the 'location' of his native universe. He also sent all of the information he had recorded aboard his own Enterprise, which gave the 'home universe' address, as it were. There was quite a bit of information there, all the way to just before Scott's arrival in this universe, to as much as he could gather right up to about the moment.
Once all of that was sent off to his own version of Spock, he took his notes and tricorder and tapes and coffee, heading down to Transporter Room 3. Generally speaking, even with away teams out, they would most likely use 1 and 2. In 3, he put the console in simulation mode -- it'd be but a split second to switch it back to 'active' in an emergency -- and started inputting theoretical settings.
With any luck, the last pieces of his puzzle with fall in here. Then from here, to home.
[[OOC: Since I've no idea what's going on with the away mission, et. al, I kept this vague.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sehlatbear, fill in whatever you like.]]
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
-T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton
After a surprisingly comfortable nap -- on the mind if not the body -- listening to the ambient sounds of Deck 14, Scott woke up and promptly and got back to what he'd been on. Namely speaking, all of his equations. He knew he was getting close, even without the input from his busy counterpart, though he had yet to find the final pieces to his puzzle there. But he got up, and stretched out a very stiff body, did the showering-breakfast-coffee thing and transcribed all of his notes into the computer.
From there, he sent off everything he had gotten to Spock -- including the transporter log just prior to the Mirror Pike's arrival, which contained somewhere in it some clue as to the 'location' of his native universe. He also sent all of the information he had recorded aboard his own Enterprise, which gave the 'home universe' address, as it were. There was quite a bit of information there, all the way to just before Scott's arrival in this universe, to as much as he could gather right up to about the moment.
Once all of that was sent off to his own version of Spock, he took his notes and tricorder and tapes and coffee, heading down to Transporter Room 3. Generally speaking, even with away teams out, they would most likely use 1 and 2. In 3, he put the console in simulation mode -- it'd be but a split second to switch it back to 'active' in an emergency -- and started inputting theoretical settings.
With any luck, the last pieces of his puzzle with fall in here. Then from here, to home.
[[OOC: Since I've no idea what's going on with the away mission, et. al, I kept this vague.
sehlatbear, fill in whatever you like.]]
