A Job Well Done
I was able to tell shortly after my illicit transport that some effect had been had. Internal comm traffic volume went up, presumably as it became necessary to take crew to Sickbay. I didn't want to perform a direct scan...and I had already maxed out my minimal computer linkage to the computer of the Murgatroid, convincing it to fail to record the illicit transport on internal sensors, and putting in a false record of a air-repleneshment function during their aerobraking. I'd need better access if I was to do more, though.
Then, wonder of wonders, another open broadcast! Turns out that Starfleet prefers to chew out its officers over open com channels, rather than cracking their shields and bodily removing the officer for agonizer treatments and other sundry tortures. What an odd universe this is! I had the pleasure of seeing my quarry be verbally abused on screen. I didn't feel safe in attempting a direct scan to see if I could determine whether this was my Storvik or some other Storvik. The large collection of ships surrounding the Murgatroid backed off as the transmission ended, and I continued my download of data from Starfleet HQ. I was theoretically done, but had faked some additional computer problems to be able to stay in orbit near the ongoing drama.
Then my quarry turned and headed out of Sol System. I asked the computer for a best-guess on their route, and it guessed Risa. After a few more hours, I'll attempt to follow, on a different route so that I don't seem to be directly tailing them. I'm curious how Risa is in this universe...at home, it was the seediest house of prostitution in known space. A nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
Then, wonder of wonders, another open broadcast! Turns out that Starfleet prefers to chew out its officers over open com channels, rather than cracking their shields and bodily removing the officer for agonizer treatments and other sundry tortures. What an odd universe this is! I had the pleasure of seeing my quarry be verbally abused on screen. I didn't feel safe in attempting a direct scan to see if I could determine whether this was my Storvik or some other Storvik. The large collection of ships surrounding the Murgatroid backed off as the transmission ended, and I continued my download of data from Starfleet HQ. I was theoretically done, but had faked some additional computer problems to be able to stay in orbit near the ongoing drama.
Then my quarry turned and headed out of Sol System. I asked the computer for a best-guess on their route, and it guessed Risa. After a few more hours, I'll attempt to follow, on a different route so that I don't seem to be directly tailing them. I'm curious how Risa is in this universe...at home, it was the seediest house of prostitution in known space. A nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.