<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/812547894355427348/813571062867427328/LtJG_Winn_Antos.png)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Winn Antos<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location</strong></span>: Bridge<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content</strong></span>: Possibly putting his foot in it<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tag | Mention</strong></span>: Captain Galven, Lt. Cmdr Nelan, Lt. Shrekraq, Open | NA<br/><hr/><br/>Why they crawled all the way into the system in Impulse was beyond him, but then he wasn't the captain.  He had to trust in Captain Galven, not just admire how good she looked in her uniform.  Not that she was the only one!  As the senior officers came back onto the bridge and took their positions, relieving those who had been there, Antos couldn't help but admire the physical training required of Starfleet officers and the dividends in paid off for them.  Prophets, they were a good looking group!<br/><br/>He listened in and, of course, watched the scans himself from the Operations console.  He tapped a few keys to date the first transmission they had picked up.  Radio waves took time to travel like everything else.  It was entirely possible the message they'd just heard was older than they thought.  "It's possible the transmission we picked up is older than we think, I'm trying to correct for that now, Sir," he said in response to the blue uniformed brunette's question.  It wasn't directed at him, but...he wasn't going to get anywhere just sitting at his station.<br/><br/>Antos shouldn't speak up further, he knew it.  But at the same time, he couldn't help himself.  He squared his shoulders, "Lieutenant Riak, I don't think this is the Dominion, Sir.  They wouldn't want to irradiate a world they intended to make use of, even if they just wanted to strip it of resources."  He started a request to the Universal Translator to see if the "cycles" referred to in the message meant days or years or were some other measurement based on all the other radio transmissions they were taking in and feeding into the advanced technology.<br/><br/>"Captain, I'm going to see if I can follow more of these transmissions back to see if there's a central dome that the others go back to or that is sending out orders.  That may be where we'll need to go to find out what happened."  He was already starting the work, not asking permission.  It would be important to determine if there was any kind of capital on this devastated world.  He was also making the assumption that they would investigate further and go down.  After all, this was, or had been, a warp capable civilization.  "Permission to scan out wider, Sir?  In addition to the cultural probe, maybe we should send out a Class 3 Probe to the other edge of the system.  If they aren't fighting themselves, given their technology and the radioactivity down there, I'd guess their enemy wouldn't be too far away."