The Pinicon Belt

"If we get the mainframe up and running. Do you think you can get anything useful out of it, Aurin-Ah? Like how we get home?" Luna asks after the quick inspection of the room.

If it could house an intelligence, we should probably avoid waking it up she looks at the screens and interfaces

Neural interface....resonates with Jayce. What an interesting opportunity it would be for an empathic Haliian to connect to such a system created and by an ancient alien intelligence. What would the neural network resemble, the Sculptors' own minds? After Drake asks if they could help in anyway, Jayce has to specifically ask about the interface:

"Captain, I studied some of the symbols in the power room with our science officer, Lieutenant Ah, and am possibly beginning to formulate ideas about some of the ways the Sculptors approach logic and communication. Does it appear this neural link is the sole interface to the Sculptor apparatus?"

Aurin peered around the room with a degree of wonderment. The decorations or ergonomics of the device were fascinating. He paced the chamber, looking for anything that might be a console, with a display or screen, or any physical mechanisms used to start the whole thing up. "We can hope the system starts up in phases, but our understanding of the system is limited. I'm just hopeful we can turn it on at all. If something... sour happens, we do have a remote cutoff for the power."

Cole breathed a small, slight sigh of relief at Drake and Jayce's report. Pleased that his mistrust was not entirely warranted towards their counterparts and enthused that they were patiently waiting on them to study the archives before attempting to operate the device. Fighting the urge to reach up in an attempt to scratch his beard, contained within the safety of his pressurized helmet, he considered his medical officer's words and in agreement that and alien AI was probably not something they wanted to activate with full control straight out of the gate.

"Power it up," he grunted to Lieutenant Ah, comforted by the science officer's confidence that if things got dicey they would be able to power down - assuming of course the AI let them.

"Aye, sir." His normally jovial tone took on a rather serious note. "There's a lot we don't know about this... device. So be prepared for... well, security measures, neural interface compatibility issues, or... well, anything, really."

He prodded a few of the buttons on his tricorder, instructing the Raven to allow the power into the computer room, figuratively flipping the 'on' switch.

"Should we like... touch it?" Luna asks a bit skeptical

I have my reservations. ..but it may need to connect with us to send us home

I would rather not stick my paws in there and risk not being able to help you all...who wants to test it?

"I'll do it." Drake felt that it was his responsibility to do so, never mind the risks to his own limb, or worse, his life.

Rather than thinking about it for too long and possibly losing his nerve, Drake sticks his hand in the socket.

Drake gasps at the idea he could be lost in this ... this ... he's not sure what this is. He thinks his eyes are open but maybe they aren't as he snatches dizzying glimpses of planets, moons, suns, all floating around before him at speed.

"Thank you," he replies to the welcoming introduction and begins to feel more at ease.

"Would it be possible for you to show us how to go home? What else can you help us with?"

Jumps back at the silent apparition

Drake asks, "Whoever wears the helmet simply has to think about going home? That's it?" He wanted reassurance that he was hearing the custodian correctly.

"Someone should go to the Sculptor chamber and put the helmet on that is located there. Focus on our home, our reality. This is how we can return home."

Drake relays this message to crew and hopes one of them will volunteer.