09-09-2026, 02:41 AM
==Backposting, as a crappy post is better than no post==
As his boss typed a few buttons on his PADD, he explained, “I've raised your clearance so you can do your job on the ship…” Ian’s eyes widened and sparkled, his raised eyebrows only serving to accentuate the mischevious look that flashed on his face. “…benamite produces a subspace harmonic that the quantum field focus amplifies through the deflector.” Lots of big words that Ian’s brain had to try and catch up on, since he was now distracted by whatever his new clearance level was.
“That harmonic is then used to generate a quantum field in subspace, with the front of the ship being used to push through the current rather than the engines directly.” Ian nodded, understanding. Normally, it was a ship’s engines that created a warp bubble, but this was something different entirely. The bubble was made, and then the ship nosed through it… into it… pushing it? Luckily, Jadaris knew exactly where to lead the young Engineer.
“Unlike a warp bubble, the quantum field already exists, but we push ourselves into it.” Ian nodded again, as the words confirmed his already-formed theory. “The more classified stuff, is that I worked on trying to synthesize the stuff through artificial methods, and…”
Artificial methods?! Ian’s brain again interrupted his listening.
“…working on solving that problem as a geophysicist. However, benamite decays rapidly,”
Oh but what if we—
“…and artificial benamite is highly unstable, decaying in minutes rather than months.”
Never mind. Ian’s lips pursed into a frown.
“When we use the QSD, the drive destabilizes the crystals, which is why we have to let the drive cool down, so that we don't fracture the benamite.”
So… find an alternative? An imitation that’s close enough?
Jadaris was way ahead of him. It was nice and awful to have someone who was already past his own thoughts. “There is a shortage of benamite at all times Ensign. We have to conserve what we have and make it last.”
[i]So no experimenting on it, then.[/i]
“If it fails, we lose the drive, and though I could synthesize more with the research I've done, doing so could potentially destabilize the quantum corridor, killing everyone aboard the ship.”
[i]Oh. Well. That sucks.[/i]
Ian’s face must have fallen, for the Chief Engineer wrapped it up, and responded to a Security commique. The young man found himself at a loss for words in a way that he had too any to say, but no way to let them all out without the words tumbling all over themselves, rendering him incoherent. Instead, he stood with his mouth slightly open, his lips just parted in a way that made him look like a mouth-breather. “So –what –about—uh…” He stammered, trying to form a new sentence while also realizing that his would-be-proposed idea wouldn’t work due to time constraints. “Artificial?” He managed to force out, as if saying that one word would suffice.
There would be no experimenting done on board this ship, and certainly not mid-mission. Everything Ian wanted to talk about was too volatile, too sensitive, too…
He fell silent, his face no doubt expressing profound disappointment. He didn’t know what else to say, and so chose to simply look at the floor in front of his feet.
==I also don't know what's going on with the code. I'll try to have something -better- by the end of the week.==
As his boss typed a few buttons on his PADD, he explained, “I've raised your clearance so you can do your job on the ship…” Ian’s eyes widened and sparkled, his raised eyebrows only serving to accentuate the mischevious look that flashed on his face. “…benamite produces a subspace harmonic that the quantum field focus amplifies through the deflector.” Lots of big words that Ian’s brain had to try and catch up on, since he was now distracted by whatever his new clearance level was.
“That harmonic is then used to generate a quantum field in subspace, with the front of the ship being used to push through the current rather than the engines directly.” Ian nodded, understanding. Normally, it was a ship’s engines that created a warp bubble, but this was something different entirely. The bubble was made, and then the ship nosed through it… into it… pushing it? Luckily, Jadaris knew exactly where to lead the young Engineer.
“Unlike a warp bubble, the quantum field already exists, but we push ourselves into it.” Ian nodded again, as the words confirmed his already-formed theory. “The more classified stuff, is that I worked on trying to synthesize the stuff through artificial methods, and…”
Artificial methods?! Ian’s brain again interrupted his listening.
“…working on solving that problem as a geophysicist. However, benamite decays rapidly,”
Oh but what if we—
“…and artificial benamite is highly unstable, decaying in minutes rather than months.”
Never mind. Ian’s lips pursed into a frown.
“When we use the QSD, the drive destabilizes the crystals, which is why we have to let the drive cool down, so that we don't fracture the benamite.”
So… find an alternative? An imitation that’s close enough?
Jadaris was way ahead of him. It was nice and awful to have someone who was already past his own thoughts. “There is a shortage of benamite at all times Ensign. We have to conserve what we have and make it last.”
[i]So no experimenting on it, then.[/i]
“If it fails, we lose the drive, and though I could synthesize more with the research I've done, doing so could potentially destabilize the quantum corridor, killing everyone aboard the ship.”
[i]Oh. Well. That sucks.[/i]
Ian’s face must have fallen, for the Chief Engineer wrapped it up, and responded to a Security commique. The young man found himself at a loss for words in a way that he had too any to say, but no way to let them all out without the words tumbling all over themselves, rendering him incoherent. Instead, he stood with his mouth slightly open, his lips just parted in a way that made him look like a mouth-breather. “So –what –about—uh…” He stammered, trying to form a new sentence while also realizing that his would-be-proposed idea wouldn’t work due to time constraints. “Artificial?” He managed to force out, as if saying that one word would suffice.
There would be no experimenting done on board this ship, and certainly not mid-mission. Everything Ian wanted to talk about was too volatile, too sensitive, too…
He fell silent, his face no doubt expressing profound disappointment. He didn’t know what else to say, and so chose to simply look at the floor in front of his feet.
==I also don't know what's going on with the code. I'll try to have something -better- by the end of the week.==