SIM:German Galven - Odd Looking Hovering Robots

((Cybernetic/Robotics laboratory & testing facility - 8th Level, Deck 529, Starbase 118))

As the turbolift opened, Taelon took the lead. German arched a brow, but remembered that Taelon used to be the chief scientist. So he would know where he was going anyways. Plus with what he already knew about robotic technology, German assumed that the man was most likely in this area a lot.::

Stendhal: I have an update from the lateral heuristic pseudo random search query I did on the medical database . The Mendaxic neurosclerosis (MN) is a very rare disease caused by a silicon-based virus, the Mendaxic virus is similar to our new virus friend. Do we have an active Positronic Matrix here? Or the capability to create a new one ?

Taelon: We s-should have several. Why?

German remained quiet. He had a feeling that he was needing to talk to Sal about this.::

Stendhal: The cure from the Mendaxic neurosclerosis consists by culturing infected cells in an active positronic matrix...I think a positronic matrix is also an highly adaptive AI and it will adapt itself to cure the new virus effects, it worth a try in case somebody get it even with all the Aria things at work...

Galven: While you two work together, I’m going to check in with Captain Taybrim. Let me know if anything progresses.

Stendhal: Yes Commander.

Taelon: Yes, sir.

German stepped aside, but watched momentarily what Taelon and Karen was doing. The man seemed disappointed that he was unable to go inside a room. Right when the turbolift opened to reveal one of the floating white and golden cased, illuminating science assistants, it was then German figured out that the machine was an ARIA. He determined that by the abbreviated name on the side of it as he tapped his commbadge.::

Galven: =/\= Commander Galven to Captain Taybrim =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= One moment Commander. =/\=

He nodded and waited for the captain to return and looked back at his team who were going inside the room now. German stepped forward to walk inside before the doors closed. The dragon like hovering machine attached itself to some wires and then chimed in a way that made German nearly get distracted when Sal called back.::

ARIA: Connection complete. Commencing override.

Taybrim: =/\= German, what’s up? =/\=

Galven: ::steps further back to have a better side conversation:: =/\= Captain, we’ve made some progress, I think. Taelon has come up with an idea for mini robots to help with the antidote. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= Robotics? =/\=

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye that looked incredible. The two officers were at a workbench that had holographic abilities. It started to draw out an outline of what Taelon had been proposing. The outline was nothing German would’ve imagined as it appeared beetle like with arms protruding from the bottom and the top, then started to fill out the same color as ARIA. The Betazoid captain broke the silence ::

Taybrim: =/\= How hopeful is that theory to pan out? =/\=

Galven: =/\= Well, what we’ve discussed is better described as a form of cycle. Like how white blood cells attack a virus head on inside the human body. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= But this isn’t a virus… this is a poison. =/\=

He tried not to chuckle at that because Taelon had told him plenty of times that it was a gas and a poison. He arched a brow, then smirked, remembering how confused the taller man was when German kept saying virus.::

Galven: =/\= Oh, I know. It’s not a virus, but a gas. No cure. Taelon made sure to keep reminding me of that fact. Silicone Platinochloride. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= Are they invasive? =/\=

Galven: =/\= No, they’re supposed to be microscopic. Since they won’t be affected by the gas, they can be sent inside wherever it’s present. What are your thoughts? I’ve got a good feeling that it could work. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= So long as the Klingons don’t decide it’s too much like borg nanotech it could work. =/\=

Galven: =/\= We’ll have to run some tests first and then we could show the Klingons how they work? =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= Actually I might have someone who could help. Starfleet just passed us a brilliant young Ensign fresh from the academy. Just got the alert. I can have Commander Dal pick her up and bring her to you. =/\=

That certainly peaked his attention! He was always excited to meet new people, plus another set of hands was encouraging in all aspects.::

Galven: =/\= Is that so? What’s her name and when does she get here? =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= Ensign Romyana Casparian. She’s on station so it should be soon. =/\=

Galven: =/\= Very well! We could use the extra help here. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= Great. Keep me updated. We may need another bargaining chip depending on how things play out. =/\=

Galven: =/\= Will do, Captain. Galven out. =/\=

German ended the call and then wanted to get the others up to date before the new officer came in. Once he approached Tael and Karen, there were now two holographic robots. One that he had seen before talking to Sal and then this one had some sort of insectoid look to it. He cleared his throat once he got closer because, well, he didn’t want to startle the already skittish El-Aurian scientist.::

Galven: These look very impressive. I hope they’re smaller than this, yes? ::smirks::

Taelon/Stendhal: ?

Galven: Will we be using both versions or just one?

Taelon/Stendhal: ?

Galven: Hmm. Well, we’re about to have a new officer join our team. She just graduated from the bottom of the station not too long ago. But that doesn’t mean we can’t continue right now. What else needs to be done?

Taelon/Stendhal: ?

Galven: ::nods:: I’ll go get it at the replicator. ::points at a robot not working:: What does that do? Is it broke?

Taelon/Stendhal: ?

German shrugged and was intrigued by all the different bits of machinery parts that laid out on tables. He turned and nearly bumped right into a hovering robot which he quickly sidestepped out of the way. The Denobulan was going to have to get used to the lab’s quirks. Just as he was about to approach the replicator, his commbadge chirped.::

Dal: =/\= Commander Galven? Ensign Casparian and I are nearing your location. Is it safe to enter? =/\=

Galven: =/\= That was quick. ::clears his throat:: Yes, but watch your step. =/\=

Dal: =/\= Excellent. We will see you presently. =/\=

Galven: =/\= See you in the near future. Galven out. =/\=

He smirked and chuckled a bit at his own joke as he turned back around to head over towards the entrance. He glanced over at Taelon and Karen as they were working on their respective projects when he walked by them. German was feeling extremely exhilarated over how well his team was doing and about to meet a new addition to the crew.::

The door was already sliding open with two people coming into the room when he finally made his way through.::

Dal: Commander Galven, please meet Ensign Romyana Casparian. Ensign Casparian, Commander German Galven.  ::He offered polite introductions.::

Galven: ::grins:: Pleasure to meet you, ensign. I suspect the journey from the bottom of the base was a smooth ride and the Commander filled you in, yes?

German had a good feeling about the chestnut haired ensign. She seemed rather eager to get things underway which reminded him of the day he graduated from the academy nearly 2 years ago.::

Casparian: Yes, sir.

Dal: I ran down the basic information on the Silicon Platinochloride. I will let you fill in the rest, Commander.

Galven: ::nods:: Very well. ::moves to the side, then extends his hand outwards for her to walk more into the room:: Allow me to introduce you to a couple of other people. Lieutenant Junior Grade Karen Stendhal and our brilliant civilian scientist, Taelon.

Casparian: Hello Lieutenant Stendhal, Mister Taelon. I am Romyana Casparian. Pleased to meet you. ::she paused shortly to take in the tall man's unique looks:: What are you working on there?

German thought it was really refreshing to a have a bright new officer like Romyana come and be so curious already about what they’ve been working on. He turned his head upwards at a sideways angle to see what the El-Aurian was about to say. Ever since German had met the man, the Denobulan was pretty intrigued just by Taelon’s demeanor alone, but also his general work ethic.::

Taelon: H-hello. ::He tore his gaze from the hijacked workdesk, and offered a slight smile.:: Um, I’m working on the carrier and filter design.

Obviously there was more to just that which caused German to arch an eyebrow momentarily, then turned back to the newest entrant in the room.::

Galven: Ah yes. Good question. We had just went through a few options about ways to counteract the poisonous gas. There’s no cure for it whatsoever so Taelon came up with an idea about robots taking care of the dirty work. ::turns to Taelon:: Explain what you came up with again, please.

Taelon: Oh, um - basically - ::He turned to adjust the hologram again; it shifted back to the pot-bellied design. :: These units are designed to scrub through atmospheres and detect the gas. W-when it’s detected, they release their nanite swarms to help pull the particles into the f-filter, where they, um, trap it.

Stendhal: That’s brilliant Mr Taelon. While doctor Taelon is testing his robots and things, I’m also following a possible cure. The Mendaxic neurosclerosis (MN) is a very rare disease caused by a silicon-based virus, the Mendaxic virus is quite similar to our molecular well, when she changes to virus.

All the biology and medical terms did not make much sense to her but she tried to understand and nodded politely. Romyana was most fascinated by the machine, especially when Taelon made the shining gold and white machine transform its shape. As he was explaining, German nodded approvingly and hovered around them seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of the project.::

Stendhal :Well The cure from the Mendaxic neurosclerosis consists by culturing infected cells in an active positronic matrix. I think a positronic matrix is also an higly adaptive AI and it will adapt itself to cure the new virus effects.

Much more agreeable synopsis. German nodded along as Taelon spoke and tried to look around him hoping to catch a look at his workdesk. He would like to have the schematics at some point laid out for his reports later after the mission. After a few moments, German glanced back at the woman.::

Galven: With that being said, are you familiar with robotic engineering?

Casparian: Familiar Sir? Not particularly, but I believe many of the basic engineering principles can be applied to robotics. ::she paused to think:: Or rather the other way around, Exotechnology is based on engineering principles.

Galven: ::tilts his head:: Exotechnology, ensign?

Stendhal: Engineering and robotics are for sure two things that go well togheter..

Casparian: Isn't a star ship a robot too? Just a very big one. ::she smiled and took a closer look at the robot that had insect like features to it:: I am fascinated by anything that has moving parts and a power source!

A chuckle escaped from German’s lips which made him bring up his hand to cover his mouth. The sheer enthusiastic excitement from Romyana was definitely needed. As well as a beautiful mind too.::

Taelon: I-I, I mean, yes, though Starfleet doesn’t really...utilize them that way…

There seemed to be something the matter with Taelon when German saw the side of his face start to flush, then turn back to his project. He didn’t know what that was about, nor did he want any kind of awkward vibes so he turned to Karen and smiled.::

Galven: Would you mind briefly explaining more about the gas and its side effects?

Stendhal: Sure! Here all the side effects of the gas. :: She showed her padd.::

Casparian: Sir, I hope you do not mind me asking, but is there more of the Starbase's Operations areas you would like to show me or is there something I can already help your team with here in the lab?

Galven: Well ::rests the palm of his hand under his ridges chin, lightly brushing his fingers along his ridges:: during this mission, you’ll be with us in here and then once we have the finished prototype, we’ll need to test it out in the contained holodecks.

Stendhal: I’ll be glad to help with all the tests.

Taelon: If, um, if you’re going to stay - I can...I can translate this for you, I think…

The golden, sworled writing on the holographic schematic was beautiful, but utterly illegible; as Taelon tried a few things, the lettering flickered, switching between character sets. As it switched to Starfleet’s standard, the angle of the writing became an issue; terms spun off in strange directions, some appearing at 90 degree angles above other sentences. He frowned.::

Taelon: M-maybe not. Sorry...b-but if you’re here to help, I need to replicate the pieces. Can you handle t-that, maybe?

Stendhal: Oh sure I can help with that. :: She smiled to Romyana.::

Galven: ::claps once, then extends his hands outwards:: By all means, no need to ask me if you can help him. ::chuckles:: Proceed with caution though. ::smirks::

Taelon: I’ve sent the parts to the replicators. If you put them on that bench, I can start assembling them.

Galven: Ensign, Lieutenant; follow me over toward the replicator station over this way. We’ll need all the hands we can get to have everything laid out.

Casparian: Yes, Sir.

Stendhal: Sure Commander.

German waved the two officers over to follow, turning to see if they were coming. Something strange caught his attention behind them. It appeared that Taelon was either signing off the console or he was erasing what he had just done. Such an action made German feel uneasy and rather perplexed, making a mental note to speak with the man in private at a later time as he turned back around and headed to the replicators.::