Mission Sacrifice
"Mr. Whelan, I do not comprehend what these markers are meant to indicate. Can you explain?" asked Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Tybek.
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Peter Whelan blinked and awoke. He looked at the map of local space in front of him, covered in alien sigils and realized. "Oh no... no, it happened again. I... I'm sorry. I have to report to sickbay. I'm sorry."
Without another word, he left.
"I don't understand," said Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Tisana Bessle, less than an hour later. "I understand why Whelan was helping you... Security officers take a lot of secondary assignments when we're in route. But- up and left, without so much as a by-your-leave? Abandoning his post? Not like him." The Amarki's eyes narrowed.
"If Mr. Whelan required medical attention, I have no objection to his prompt departure. What puzzles me is that he would create these symbols and then deny all knowledge of them."
Tiisana leaned in to study the map. "Something in his heart, perhaps- or rather, a breakdown of his wits?"
"If so, of a most peculiar nature. These glyphs are recognizable Iconian in origin, even if I am unable to ascertain their meaning. They appear to be marking something, with coordinates for time as well as space."
The Amarkian Lieutenant (Junior Grade) studied the map, then jabbed her hand at it. "There!
That matches the subspace instability we charted, fourteen days ago! It was me checking the short range scans of it against the long range! Every ten hours, the whole area would set to vibrating in five dimensions, like a pickup microphone. The resonance boosts subspace signals passing through, more and more until the peak hits. Then everything shuts down for a few minutes, the whole zone goes still, and it cycles back towards its peak again." She frowned. "What was all of this in aid of, though? What were the both of you doing?"
"We were attempting to chart likely supply routes for a number of Cardassian subspace relays. Such as this one," answered Tybek. He reached out with a finger and touched a marker on the screen... partially blotted out by an Iconian symbol.
They exchanged a long look. Tisana broke the silence. "Now that we speak of it, I remember something about Whelan and the old Iconians. There was a mission to some Iconian ruins just before Commodore ka'Sharren left the ship, you remember. Whelan was in sickbay a long while, he touched something on the planet- and it touched
him, I fancy. I never heard all the details, beyond the gist of what the captain said in her briefing to the security teams- you remember,
the one with the song and dance. But-" she smiled slowly, laying a finger alongside her nose. "I know who would know."
"Lieutenant Clunn," affirmed Tybek.
A little while later the short Tellarite was nodding her head. "Oh, I remember Whelan. They were keeping the details confidential at the time, but eventually word got our about what happened. Guess the two of you aren't exactly gossip central of the ship. Anyway, Whelan got an Iconian database put into his head. It was the talk of the ship for a while, but Commander Zaardmani figured out how to reverse it and he was fine. Is this important?"
"That it could be..." said Tisana.
"I would say the probability of the incident's relevance has risen significantly," answered Tybek, looking up from a PADD that had just beeped with a message.
At the puzzled expression on the faces of the two women he elaborated. "The subspace relay on which Mr. Whelan marked the Iconian sigil... the ship has just set course towards it at emergency warp."
Peter Whelan wasn't looking very good when they were finally able to speak to him. After some back and forth where the trio of Lieutenants (Junior Grade) explained the situation, he looked even worse.
"It still happens sometimes. I get flashes of knowledge, little bits of Iconian data that didn't quite make it out of my brain. It wouldn't so bad except I go into a kind of trance when it happens. It's a miracle they still let me on duty. I have to report in the Doctor T'Les weekly no matter what, and immediately if an incident happens."
"Peter," said Tisana, stepping forward and gripping him by the shoulder. "From what we can make out, there's a mission to this relay- a matter of haste and importance. The top officers aren't telling us much, but I know they're putting together an away mission. If any of this Iconian knowledge can make a difference, and you can help-"
Whelan looked at her hand gripping his shoulder, then looked back up determined. "Yeah... you're right. It was my own dumb fault I got this database in my head, and because of my mistake we lost our chance at priceless historical data. If any good can come of it I have to try. I can meditate, try to bring it back to the top of my mind, figure out what it was trying to tell me. But... it could be a little dangerous. I've... lost things before, trying this."
"Then logically Doctor T'Les should supervise," answered Tybek.
"She'd never approve. She'd order me not to," said Whelan.
The Vulcan's face got tightened slightly. "Then-"
"But Peter's hypothetical musings about what the doctor might or might not order don't correspond to an actual order, which he has not received, meaning he is free to act as he thinks is best," said Dill smoothly.
The Vulcan considered for a long moment. "Agreed," he said.
Some time later, Captain Samhaya Mrr'shan was being briefed by three very junior lieutenants.
"Time is tight, so tell me what you think you know now, and I'll consider discipline for this blatant attempt to circumvent medical advice later."
"Yes Captain," said Tybek. "Per the information that Mr. Whelan was able to retrieve, it appears that the Iconians either altered subspace in a number of specified locations or took advantage of a natural phenomenon. In any case, at the marked locations subspace undergoes a regular cycle of vibration and expansion, during which transmissions are enhanced by a factor of up to 3000% at the highest point in the wave. The Cardassians likely discovered this for themselves when looking for a place to put their relay. However, this also constitutes a weakness."
"Explain."
"Immediately after the peak of the cycle, which lasts approximately 9 hours, there are 7.1 minutes where local subspace is completely dead to both messages and sensor traffic. A temporal blind spot if you will. If, as I deduce, there is a mission being planned to this relay-"
"We could take advantage of the blindspot to sneak in and start our work without tripping any alarms," replied the Captain, her tail swinging back and forth. "It's a tight window, but it just might make the difference. All right, good work. Only- Why is it the three of you and not Mr Whelan?"
There was a long moment of silence.
"He... he's not able to speak right now, Captain. He forgot how," said Dill chim Clunn.
Captain Mrr'shan's fur rose ever so slightly.
"I see." She left the ready room without bother to dismiss three lieutenants (junior grade).