02-08-2026, 06:22 PM
== Holodeck 3 ==
T’Varel steadied herself as the simulated environment appeared around her. The sterile corridor of the Academy dissolved, replaced by the compact interior of a Federation runabout. The hum of the engines vibrated faintly beneath her boots. Lieutenant Black was gone, exactly as expected for a holodeck scenario designed to test independent performance.
She took one measured step forward, her gaze shifting to the forward viewscreen.The pink‑hued planet dominated the view, its atmosphere swirling with muted storms. Along the port side, a probe tumbled end over end, venting a thin trail of vapor that dissipated into the void.
Warning alarms trilled from the console ahead. The two officers at the helm worked quickly, though neither acknowledged her presence. That, too, was expected. This was her examination, not the hologram's.
“Three minutes till it impacts the atmosphere...” the pilot announced.
T’Varel clasped her hands behind her back, her expression composed and serene.
How interesting. A malfunctioning probe on a decaying trajectory. Potentially hazardous. Unknown payload. Unknown mission parameters.
She stepped toward the nearest auxiliary console, careful not to assume any response from the simulated crew. Her fingers hovered over the controls.
“I will attempt to access the probe’s telemetry and structural integrity readings,” she said aloud, her tone even. “If possible, I will also analyze the nature of the outgassing.”
She initiated the diagnostic sequence.
== GM Input: Results of the probe diagnostic, please. ==
Her eyes remained fixed on the scrolling data as she awaited the system’s response.
T’Varel steadied herself as the simulated environment appeared around her. The sterile corridor of the Academy dissolved, replaced by the compact interior of a Federation runabout. The hum of the engines vibrated faintly beneath her boots. Lieutenant Black was gone, exactly as expected for a holodeck scenario designed to test independent performance.
She took one measured step forward, her gaze shifting to the forward viewscreen.The pink‑hued planet dominated the view, its atmosphere swirling with muted storms. Along the port side, a probe tumbled end over end, venting a thin trail of vapor that dissipated into the void.
Warning alarms trilled from the console ahead. The two officers at the helm worked quickly, though neither acknowledged her presence. That, too, was expected. This was her examination, not the hologram's.
“Three minutes till it impacts the atmosphere...” the pilot announced.
T’Varel clasped her hands behind her back, her expression composed and serene.
How interesting. A malfunctioning probe on a decaying trajectory. Potentially hazardous. Unknown payload. Unknown mission parameters.
She stepped toward the nearest auxiliary console, careful not to assume any response from the simulated crew. Her fingers hovered over the controls.
“I will attempt to access the probe’s telemetry and structural integrity readings,” she said aloud, her tone even. “If possible, I will also analyze the nature of the outgassing.”
She initiated the diagnostic sequence.
== GM Input: Results of the probe diagnostic, please. ==
Her eyes remained fixed on the scrolling data as she awaited the system’s response.