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Nina, Octavius and Investigations
Nina thought more about the rescue. There was certainly more to it than that. She then checked the console and saw that the TARDIS didn’t see anything unusual in that data. ‘I’ll look over it this evening,’ she thought.
She went straight to the Bugle.
Betty showed Nina the room where the archives were stored. “That is a lot,” Nina said, seeing that there was only a small amount of walking space in that room.
“Yes,” Betty said. “The Bugle was founded early in the last century, and Jameson bought it nineteen years ago. He wants you to build the archive in reverse.”
“So, literally backwards?”
“Yes.”
“I can do that.”
“Good,” Betty said in an encouraging tone.
She soon, got to work. Some of the information was interesting.
On Baffin, Aialah started her duty shift. As she entered the Bridge, she could see that Alpha was reading something from a PADD whilst sitting in the Command Chair and Eta was looking at something on Science Station 1. She also saw the Pilot make minor course correction. She looked at Earth’s Moon on the viewscreen. 'Quite interesting that it's tidally locked,' she thought, as those of her home weren't, although their rotations were in resonance with their orbits. ‘Maybe because it’s so big relative to the planet?’ she considered.
Alpha put the PADD down. “Good morning,” she said.
“Not sure why we have synchronized the shipboard time to American Eastern Standard Time,” she groused. Earth rotated a couple hours a day slower than her world.
“Given that Nina's there,” Alpha said.
“Right,” Aialah said. She went over to Eta. “You have found any further information?”
“Not much. It seems to have been classified by the National Security Agency,” Eta answered as Aialah sat at the other Science station.
“I see.”
“Uh!”
“Uh?” Aialah asked.
“It seems an organisation called the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division is also involved. But I can’t find much on them either. Just the fact of their existence. Whatever data they have, it must be stored offline.”
“I’ll help you find out.”
“Thanks.”
( Somewhere... )
Nina thought more about the rescue. There was certainly more to it than that. She then checked the console and saw that the TARDIS didn’t see anything unusual in that data. ‘I’ll look over it this evening,’ she thought.
She went straight to the Bugle.
Betty showed Nina the room where the archives were stored. “That is a lot,” Nina said, seeing that there was only a small amount of walking space in that room.
“Yes,” Betty said. “The Bugle was founded early in the last century, and Jameson bought it nineteen years ago. He wants you to build the archive in reverse.”
“So, literally backwards?”
“Yes.”
“I can do that.”
“Good,” Betty said in an encouraging tone.
She soon, got to work. Some of the information was interesting.
On Baffin, Aialah started her duty shift. As she entered the Bridge, she could see that Alpha was reading something from a PADD whilst sitting in the Command Chair and Eta was looking at something on Science Station 1. She also saw the Pilot make minor course correction. She looked at Earth’s Moon on the viewscreen. 'Quite interesting that it's tidally locked,' she thought, as those of her home weren't, although their rotations were in resonance with their orbits. ‘Maybe because it’s so big relative to the planet?’ she considered.
Alpha put the PADD down. “Good morning,” she said.
“Not sure why we have synchronized the shipboard time to American Eastern Standard Time,” she groused. Earth rotated a couple hours a day slower than her world.
“Given that Nina's there,” Alpha said.
“Right,” Aialah said. She went over to Eta. “You have found any further information?”
“Not much. It seems to have been classified by the National Security Agency,” Eta answered as Aialah sat at the other Science station.
“I see.”
“Uh!”
“Uh?” Aialah asked.
“It seems an organisation called the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division is also involved. But I can’t find much on them either. Just the fact of their existence. Whatever data they have, it must be stored offline.”
“I’ll help you find out.”
“Thanks.”
( Somewhere... )
