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  2. SD 0916.2018 Excalibur is preparing to leave orbit of Risa, but first they must locate a lost science officer.
  3. SD 0909.2018 With the conference wrapping up, much the Excalibur crew is returning to the ship to prepare for an afternoon departure. Risa seems to have been rather busy this week, no?
  4. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: With the conference wrapping up, much the Excalibur crew is returning to the ship to prepare for an afternoon departure. Risa seems to have been rather busy this week, no? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having blown off most of his frustrations romping on the planet, has returned with his mane (and a good percentage of his fur) bleached a lighter shade of blond :: Rhan K'hal: :: is now settled into his customary seat on the bridge :: William Chocox: ::somehow came back without a hint of a tan and is back on his main console in Engineering:: Cptn Swain: @::Still planet side with Arden, reading a book while Arden packed their things:: Hakran K'hal: :: still camped in his office, enjoying the quiet and lack of emergencies :: Hunter Matheson: ::tanned like a summer model from GQ Mag, a satisfied grin plastered on his face - mostly cause he's tired - gear over his shoulder and humming, he exits the lift and gets off at MARDET only to be met with a bunch of NCOs giving him the razz::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene, though, never showed up for any of the takeoff preparations! :: Hunter Matheson: ::but he's the senior NCO, so he gets to give it back::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge, no signs of having enjoyed herself during their stay at Risa. As usual, a data padd had her attention as she whittled away at the mountain of reports that needed her attention. She glanced up as she moved to her seat, admiring the view on the main screen.:: Everyone have a good time planetside? Rhan K'hal: :: grunts in reply - okay, maybe not all the frustration got blown off :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Mixing in with the largest crowds she could find :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Managed to find answers to questions he didn't know he had on Risa, and wondered why his brother thought such a place was such a bad idea. Maybe sometime he and Destorie could come here. It would be good for his brother. He had also picked up some sort of statue a local had given to him and was toting it towards his quarters aboard the Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge with a PADD in hand. She had the perfect slight tan, because of course she would. She walks over to Rhan. She runs her hand along his mane.:: Keeping the color? ::With a slight smile.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stows his gear and changes into his uniform, then checks out his hair in the mirror and notices, muttering:: Whoa. That lipstick must be some kinda permanent something. :::vigorous rub and it seems to be gone... mostly::: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Been a while since it's been that light. Not since the Academy. But I'm not going to maintain it artificially. So unless the Captain approves a major intensity shift in the interior lighting, it'll fade. Hunter Matheson: ::gives it a scrub this time... and it's pretty well hidden, so he shrugs, checks his uniform, straightens up, and moves out to the lift::: Bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How many do we have yet to board, Mr. K'hal? I want all departments checking in. Hunter Matheson: ::still humming, he stops when the lift door opens and he steps out::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll be leaving within the hour. Hakran K'hal: :: has had most of his staff check back in, with a couple of exceptions :: Hmm. Irene still not back. Hope she didn't get arrested again. :: checks the chrono :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Are you ready Asher. I don't want to be late. Indaura Ryssan: :: Making her way to the transport pad :: Irene Mincine: :: According to the chronometer and Hakran's schedule, Irene was supposed to be back on board half an hour ago. :: Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: I don't know what we can be late for -- if Excalibur leaves without us, we can always get a transport back. Not like you can't extend your leave, and besides... Hunter Matheson: :::Hawthorne:: Commander, ma'am. ::semi-salute:: Reporting for duty. Cptn Swain: @Arden> You still haven't opened that communique have you? Cptn Swain: @ No. Hunter Matheson: ::still has that broad silly grin::: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over his board :: Just a few haven't reported in yet. Hakran K'hal: :: frowns :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Welcome back, Matheson. Nice time on Risa? ::Sly look.:: Hunter Matheson: ::kinda crooked grin, actually, like Indiana Jones:: Hunter Matheson: Oh, yes, ma'am. How about you? Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ K'hal to K'hal. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ 'Sup bro? Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to giggle.:: Hakran K'hal: :: mutters something about protocol ::: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Have you heard from Irene? She's late. ... I do hope she didn't get arrested. Again. Hunter Matheson: ::slips behind the wheel, in a manner of speaking::: Cptn Swain: @Arden> You should. Cptn Swain: @ Did you already. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::giving him a look, with both their bags over his shoulder.:: Of course not. It's secured. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Not a thing, and no, I've been keeping an eye on the security blotter and everyone has surprisingly behaved. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Which means I lost the pool. Dammit. Cptn Swain: @ ::Returns the look:: Uhuh. Well I suppose we should go though, I don't want to make Miranda angry again. Indaura Ryssan: :: enters the transport hub :: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ :: heard that, shakes head and sighs :: Great. K'hal out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Passable. ::Overhearing Rhan's conversation, she sighed.:: Hunter Matheson: ::still humming as he does the pre-flight check, and bouncing to the music that's in his head::: Maryse Dubois: Ha...:;Grins.:: Though I have noticed a certain couple hasn't checked in either. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'Hal, get locations on all crew members that haven't checked in yet. We have a scheduled window for departure and we aren't going to be missing it. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. Cptn Swain: @ ::signals to Excalibur for transport:: Rhan K'hal: :: links in with the planetary scanners, does a quick check :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's showing as being in her room in the resort. :: Irene Mincine: :: Her com badge is, anyway. :: Hunter Matheson: ::contacts station OPS for a few things, then goes back to checking::: Indaura Ryssan: @ +Excal+ Doctor Ryssan to transport up. Rhan K'hal: Well, that takes care of three. :: clears everyone for transport :: Rhan K'hal: :: finds Irene's comm badge, chirps it twice, waits :: Rhan K'hal: TP Room 1> :: energizes :: Cptn Swain: ::Shimmers aboard with Arden:: Irene Mincine: :: No response. :: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the scanner for a sign of her in that area - not a dicky bird, or a Human/Klingon hybrid, either :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutters::: And we're good to go. Rhan K'hal: :: calls the hotel :: Cptn Swain: ::to Arden:: I am going to go to my ready room.. to read the message. Can you manage? Rhan K'hal: I swear if we're missing another officer I'm not letting anyone off the ship again without a leash. Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorne:: Helm is ready for departure, Commander. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::long suffering sigh:: Of course. Go on. I'll see you later. Hunter Matheson: ::then hears Rhan::missing?::: William Chocox: +Matheson+ Helm, Engineering here, warp core is purring for you. Irene Mincine: :: An annoyed voice picks up on the other end. :: "Morning Star Resort, Tasha speaking. How may I direct your call?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks to her quarters to drop off her goodies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls up a medical file on Irene, handing Rhan the specs.:: Here is her bio data. Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Helm copies. Treat her nice. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Hunter and pursed her lips, fingers drumming on her seat while she waits.:: William Chocox: +Matheson+ Always. Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Hi Tasha, this is Lieutenant K'hal on board the Excalibur up in orbit. One of our science officers, Irene Mincine, hasn't checked in yet and isn't answering her comm badge. Could you have your security check the room, pleasE? Cptn Swain: ::Taking the lift to the bridge, where he emerged quietly, still in civies:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Maryse, gratefully, as he requests a bioscan for those particulars from the planetary scanning network :: Cptn Swain: ::He had, with Arden's permission, begun to let his beard grow back, though his hair was still cropped short:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office to head for the bridge :: Irene Mincine: "One moment, please." :: The communicator clicks. In the background, Tasha is complaining about those damn Starfleets losing another officer, third one this week, why can't they ever hold their booze... she calls security to Irene's room. The scanners don't show Irene in the resort at all, though. The best match is in a club about 15 kilometers away? Hard to get an exact location, though. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits her quarters and now in her uniform. Making her way to sickbay :: Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to Miranda, unaware of the unfolding drama:: Hunter Matheson: ::gets a call from base OPS re: departure:: +COM+ That's a negative, Risa. Excalibur is holding orbit. Will confirm when departure is imminent. How copy? Hunter Matheson: :::receives ack from base::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seeing Swain, she rose from the Captain's seat, but didn't move away as he wasn't yet on duty.:: Captain. Cptn Swain: ::nods, and lowly:: I have a message from command. I haven't read it yet, but I am assuming they've finished their investigation. Rhan K'hal: :: gets the data back from the psn, figures the angle is good enough and uses the Excalibur's sensor array for a triangulating ping - core planets don't like the Fleet to be bombarding their surface with scans :: Rhan K'hal: :: waits for the resort to get back to him in the meanwhile :: Hakran K'hal: :: exits onto the bridge, and stops short, surprised by Swain's facial hair and casual attire :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Your eyes only? Cptn Swain: It is secured, but if you want to be there when I open it... ::he trailed off:: Irene Mincine: :: The sensors triangulate her biosigns to a small building near the club, but can't get any more precise than that due to magnetic scattering. Meanwhile, Tasha picks up the communicator again. :: "Okay, checked her room. Her stuff's all gone, other than her combadge. Don't know how she left that. There's also a phaser burn in the ceiling. You tell your captain you're never seeing your security deposit again." Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay :: Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Ah. Great. Thank you. Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Excalibur, out. Maryse Dubois: Did she say phaser burn? Irene Mincine: Tasha> "Uh-huh. Risa out." :: Click. :: Rhan K'hal: Commander, we have a problem. Cptn Swain: ::Looks up at that:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes... I'd like to se... ::She trailed off, looking to Rhan.:: What sort of problem? Rhan K'hal: Ensign Mincine's comm badge was left, with none of her other possessions, in her hotel room. Their resort security reports a phaser burn in the ceiling. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to listen:: Rhan K'hal: I'm also getting a possible hit on her lifesigns about 16 clicks away, but I'll need to contact the locals to check it out. Hunter Matheson: ::expression change:: Rhan K'hal: Unless you'd rather LCdr Augustin? Cptn Swain: ::Taps his tongue to his top teeth:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: A missing officer? We're not leaving this to locals. Send a team to her room to scan it for any evidence and another to check out those lifesigns. Rhan K'hal: On it. Hakran K'hal: I'll beam down to the resort, do the scans myself. Hakran K'hal: :: swivels back to the lift :: Maryse Dubois: I'll be going down as well. :;Nods to Hakran.:: Cptn Swain: :: lowly to Miranda:: Isn't she the one that got arrested? Maryse Dubois: ::Follows Hakran to the lift.:: Hakran K'hal: :: holds the lift for the Doctor :: Hakran K'hal: Transporter room 1. Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ I hope you enjoyed you leave, but I can use your help. Meet us at transporter room 1. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back to set helm at standby:: Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: I don't think she would've left on her own accord like this, not right after what happened at the starbase. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, but that was a minor scuffle and I thought we'd worked it out. ::Frowning as she glanced back to Swain.:: She's a good officer and has been an asset so far. I doubt she'd jeopardize her new position aboard the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: gets some goldshirts to meet everyone at the TR :: Cptn Swain: Not that I ever got into trouble as an Ensign. Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::rounding up another crew of goldshirts to head to the second location:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, contact planetary authorities and make sure they know what's going on. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes her head.:: It certainly doesn't seem like her. Plus a weapon was involved. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::punches in::: Hakran K'hal: Exactly. :: exits the lift as it stops and jogs the short distance to the TR :: Hakran K'hal: First team heads to the biosigns. Those are more important than the forensics. Hunter Matheson: ::as soon as they respond, the authorities get the specifics and are good to go on priority 1::: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::nods to Hakran:: We should keep open comms lines with the ship and each other. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'll be going with them, in case she is injured. Hakran K'hal: Agreed. :: lets that team load up :: Cptn Swain: Augustine> Any idea on what kind of location we're beaming into. I mean it's Risa but... Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ I am in sickbay, do you need me? Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::steps on to the padd:: Hunter Matheson: :::swivels toward the Cdr:: Planetary authorities are setting it as priority 1, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: +TR+ Club area, about as seedy as Risa can get. But more likely to step in puke than broken glass. Maryse Dubois: From what I heard, forensics will go to the hotel, and the rest of us a few clicks away where her last biosigns were found. Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::nods:: Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ I would like you to assist the forensics team that is beaming down. Rhan K'hal: TRO> Ready when you are, sirs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Another glance at Swain.:: I think we need to put that message on hold for a moment. We aren't scheduled for departure for another hour. You spending time in your ready room or staying on the bridge for this? Maryse Dubois: ::Has a medkit handed to her as she steps up on the pad.:: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::Nods to the TRO:: Rhan K'hal: TRO> :: waits for the doctor to step up, then beams then down, complete with @ :: Cptn Swain: Agreed. Wherever you want me, Commander. I think I still know my way around a sensor control. Hakran K'hal: :: mills around with the remaining security officers as he waits for Indaura to arrive :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Arrives back on Risa.:: Hunter Matheson: ::long, worried exhale::: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Starts scanning for Irene's last known signs.:: Rhan K'hal: We have clearance for full scans now, if you want to try to steer them in better. Rhan K'hal: Damn regulations. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::shimmers, begins looking around. He was hesitant to draw a weapon on a Federation planet, but he kept his hand on his phaser nonetheless:: Rhan K'hal: :: calls back down to the resort to let them know that they're about to get invaded :: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Beam down or help from up here? Irene Mincine: :: They beam down to, as was mentioned, a seedy club area in a less-traveled part of the city, surrounded by the more run-down and less reputable clubs and bars. Maryse's scan would pick up a probable hit in one of the smaller buildings, a three-story building made of moldy concrete. A dampening field stops any more detailed scans from a tricorder. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She waved Swain over to science.:: since Hakran is going planetside, see what you can turn up over there. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and takes the science console:: Maryse Dubois: @ +Indaura+ Beam down please. Mr. K'hal is waiting for you. Indaura Ryssan: :: Grabs her kit :: +Dubois+ On my way. Indaura Ryssan: :: makes her way down to the transporter :: Indaura Ryssan: :: after some moments she beams down :: Indaura Ryssan: @ K'Hal? Maryse Dubois: @ :;points to the building, Looking at Augustine.:: I'm getting signs from there, but it is garbled. There is a dampening field. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> :Frowns and motions to his goldshirts to look around the perimeter.:: Certainly not the part of Risa they put on postcards. Hakran K'hal: # :: waiting in the resort lobby for their security to escort them to the room :: Indaura Ryssan: # It's Ryssan... Hakran K'hal: # Ah, there you are Doctor. Doing forensic scans as soon as we get to the room. Indaura Ryssan: I have the drone. Maryse Dubois: @ :;Nods.:: Not what you would expect from the resort capital of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: #Hotel Security> :: grumpily arrives in the lobby, grumpily waves them to follow as he turns right back around and plods to the opposite wing :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Some residents scamper away when they see the goldshirts. There aren't many people around here, either. :: Indaura Ryssan: # Let me know when I can release it. Cptn Swain: ::Begins running more broadband scans of the surface.:: Interesting. There seems to be a dampening field around the structure near Dubois and Augustine's team. I wonder if engineering can do anything about it. Hakran K'hal: #Hotel Sec> :: gets to the room door and unlocks it for them :: Hakran K'hal: # Okay, we're doing missing persons protocol here. Hakran K'hal: # :: enters far enough in to let the others in behind, scans the room with his eyes first, and they track to the phaser burn first :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Looks at Maryse:: I don't want to go in till we have a better idea what we're looking at... but maybe we can get a little closer and see what we can find out? Indaura Ryssan: # :: opens the case for the drone :: Irene Mincine: # :: The room is just as Tasha said - Irene's com badge on the floor, a long phaser slash on the ceiling - a sign of a struggle. :: Cptn Swain: ::Taps his communicator:: +Engineering+ Swain to Engineering. Hakran K'hal: # Well, this isn't very promising. William Chocox: +Swain+ Chocox here. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods.:: Agreed. Maybe Excalibur can help us with the field. Indaura Ryssan: # Let me send the drone in. Hakran K'hal: # Check the bedding for any biological material, Scan and bag that comm badge. Someone find me a stepladder or chair so I can check that phaser burn. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Scans what she can with the field up, sending the data up to Rhan.:: Cptn Swain: +Cho+ We're looking for a lost sheep on the planet, and they appear to possibly be in a building with a unusual dampening field I can't cut through with sensors. Can you take a look and see what you can do for us? Hakran K'hal: # If it would like to join me, it's welcome to. Indaura Ryssan: # :: launches the scanning drone into the room :: William Chocox: +Swain+ On it sir. ::starts working on getting through the field:: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Moving quietly towards a place where could get a better look at the building.:: Indaura Ryssan: # It will be enough to recreate the room in the holodeck if need be. Irene Mincine: # :: There's "biological material" all over the bedding, all right. Human/Klingon and Deltan. Hotel security retrieves a stepladder. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose again, unable to keep her seat for long. Moving up to the front of the bridge, she crossed her arms as she looked over Hunter's shoulder at the sensor readings.:: Hunter Matheson: :::feeling her presence, he keeps a solid focus on the sensor readings::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Maryse Dubois: @ ::Follows behind Augustine, quietly.:: Hakran K'hal: # :: thanks the hotel staff, plops the stepladder down at the initiation point of the phaser burn and hops up to the top to give it a good look and scan :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> @ Team seems some very shady figures of ill-repute at the door. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1001, STARDATE 51809.17 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. Sci and Eng discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of the moon. A9 went to the dome to coordinate the relief effort and the ship stayed at the energy nexus, to discover and defuse the source before Titan returns to it. The disruption is made of Anti-Verterons, making this the terminus of a wormhole. The moon came back just as the ship flooded the nexus with a huge dose of Anti-Verterons, to force open the wormhole. The sensors detected a half-dozen alien craft coming through and we were face with a group of small, alien ships. After some Federation posturing and threats, a misunderstanding in the First Contact led to the destruction or disabling of all of the alien craft, but NOT by the Manticore - how about that for something surprising! = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1001, STARDATE 51809.17 = /\ =
  6. In which we finish the Somon system plot. The Arc shuttle makes a run for the edge of the system and finds itself running out of power. Communication attempts fail. Arcadia sees the shuttle and scoops it out of the system. chatlog2018-8-26.txt
  7. Cptn Ja'Lale: Challenger mission brief - we are in orbit around the mining planet Motherlode where we will be checking in on the miners there. An away party is to be sent to the surface. TBS was 15 minutes. Questions? Hunter Matheson: yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: where was I the last time I was here? Hunter Matheson: on planet or in orbit? Cptn Ja'Lale: On the bridge probably. We're in orbit and have not beamed to the planet yet Hunter Matheson: thanks Cptn Ja'Lale: Sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: As by other questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any other Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Caitlin Townshend: ((What do they mine?)) Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (assortment of metals and minerals) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION : CHALLENGER IS HAILED BY STARFLEET, URGENT PRIORITY. Hunter Matheson: ::hears the alert ping and thinks.. great... here we go again:: Hunter Matheson: ::spitball at Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks back, saying what everyone might be thinking.:: Uh oh. Dvokr chim Hok: (Is that me that answers that or tactical?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heard the hail:: Err, on screen. (it's you) Hunter Matheson: (w) same here Caitlin Townshend: ::conducting routine scans of the planet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: The incoming hail is onscreen :: Hunter Matheson: ::so does not want to look up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: SF) +Challenger +. ::a stoic looking admiral appears j in screen:: Hunter Matheson: (w to syl) Doesn't look good. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm afraid you'll have to cut this mission short.. I ll get to the point. One of our colonies was attacked near the Romulan Neutral Zone. We think it's the Rommies but we want you to head over there to investigate. Hunter Matheson: ::straightens up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm sending you the coordinates. ::Sends them to helm:: This is urgent so please make sure you get r there in best speed possible. Cptn Ja'Lale: Starfleet out. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shakes head:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the comm is cut:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks his console:: Got the coordinates. Head 'em up, move 'em out, sir? Dyan Sylvanis: So much from going back and doing more swimming when this was done. Hunter Matheson: Yeh. I hear ya. Dvokr chim Hok: Should we let our friends know? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes please. Make best course to the NZ. Please inform the Arcadians, another ship will take our place Caitlin Townshend: Interesting. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Coordinates set in. Moving out. ::engages for a turn, then punches it::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Lets the planet contacts below that the Challenger is leaving :: Hunter Matheson: Break the speed limit, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading information attack :: once we're out of Arcadian space, warp 8 Dyan Sylvanis: Shall we go to yellow alert? Hunter Matheson: Warp 8 aye. Engaging. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yed Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Dyan Sylvanis: ::Activates Yellow Alert.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: The warp effect appears on screen, you know, the one from the new movies that Hok prefers :: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: How far to the NZ? Hunter Matheson: I mean, I could figure that out myself, but it's more fun to watch you do your thing. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::grins.:: 3 hours. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Watching the power levels :: Cptn Ja'Lale: It seems that the attack was recent,, about a day or two ago. No witnesses left as far as we know . Hunter Matheson: So... maybe we should look for debris or ships there that shouldn't be there? Cptn Ja'Lale: I agree. Good place to start Caitlin Townshend: Already reconfiguring long-range scanners to give us as much advance warning as possible Cptn Ja'Lale: Great Hunter Matheson: ::has this weird feeling that they're gonna run into a Romulan fleet:: Dvokr chim Hok: Any Romulan vessels on sensors? Caitlin Townshend: So far the system is clear. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION none on sensors Dvokr chim Hok: Not like them... Caitlin Townshend: Romulan vessels have cloaking devices too, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Dyan Sylvanis: Unfortunately Caitlin Townshend: So they could be hiding Cptn Ja'Lale: Pause sim Cptn Ja'Lale: Pause Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job.. We'll pick up there next week Cptn Ja'Lale: Have a great weekend Hunter Matheson: you too cap Hunter Matheson: night Dvokr chim Hok: Night Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed... Goodnight
  8. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/14/18 - 10:00 PM=/\= 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis local. Task Force Aegis is still in orbit. The red dots have left. The science probe detected an area of nothingness in the nebula. Is it null space? OPS hailed the target zone. We received an untranslatable reply. Medical has a plan of communication that they believe might work. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: :::CnC, pacing, as usual::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical working on their project :: Fletcher Jackson: ::watching Aux OPS, just in case the dot comes back::: Jylliene: ::ponders her order for replacement carpeting for the areas that are being paced into threadbare-ness:: Kallah Ramson: ::on CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: ::tinkering in sickbay with some medical instruments:: Jylliene: ::Returns her attention to Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in medical going over the psionic verbalizer info:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Mimi:: What did they say they call that? Chirakis: ::stops at Tarisa's console:: Any success in translation? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Where he is :: mimipavilion: ::hears Johnson:: It's a psionic verbalizer. Captain Ramson uses it to communicate with us. Jylliene: ::listening to the background of conversation and activity on the CnC:: Tarisa: ::Had just finished her data analysis when Chirakis stepped over to her.:: Actually, I think it is a corridor. Possibly to another dimension. Dacia Sandero: Interesting Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Makes sure the message data is loud and clear :: Tarisa: It is certainly not a natural phenomenon. Chirakis: The nothingness is a corridor? Johnson Kenyon: A psionic verbalizer? How does it work? Chirakis: To another dimension? What has led you to that conclusion, Commander? Chirakis: :::curious, she looks to Ramson and Coleridge::: Jylliene: ::just as curious:: Kallah Ramson: :: glances over:: Johnson Kenyon: The Captain uses this to communicate with us? This makes one telepathic? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Searches the Starfleet database for phenomena similar to this...nothing :: Tarisa: It is simply a theory. But it seems the most possible at the moment. The idea that the unknown appeared to try and communicate with us at least seems to support the idea of it being a corridor. Jylliene: ::ponders that:: Scott Coleridge: Can we investigate this from here, or do we need to go there? Scott Coleridge: The red light was appearing here. There must be something connecting us to it. Chirakis: ::considers that for a moment, then listens to Scott::: mimipavilion: ::still looking at the information:: Ummm... it says that uses the psionic area of the brain to activate and communicate. Telepathically that is. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In main engineering. He knows something is going on and he knows that his mate knows, but he's in the dark. Well, literally. For some reason this engineering lab has no lighting :: Tarisa: Since the station sensors by themselves could not accurately determine what was happening, I would have to suggest going there. Johnson Kenyon: Was the Captain able to communicate with you? ::scans the psionic verbalizer with a tricorder:: Kallah Ramson: <Ramson is a mute telepath. > Chirakis: :::Ramson:: Captain, the crew of Vladivostok said that the creatures that tried to help them did not speak, they hummed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Assessing the threat variable :: Chirakis: And... the report I received from Captain d'Ka said that there was no trace of them whatsoever when their teams landed on planet to rescue the crew. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Kallah Ramson: Most likely there was communication outside their hearing range. Scott Coleridge: If these are the same creatures, do we know if dispatching a ship would be considered an intrusion? Annisha: :: It was late on Volnar where the girls were staying. :: mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Ramson uses her psionic areas to use the verbalizer. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Tarisa: I certainly do not suggest taking a ship into the corridor. Jylliene: ::glad to hear that:: Tarisa: But to the vicinity would be very helpful. Kallah Ramson: It seems they are try to make contact with us. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Can we get a probe just outside the zone? Chirakis: ::nods to Tarisa:: It could be dangerous. However, yes... they seem to be trying to contact us. Johnson Kenyon: ::attempt to raise eyebrows, mimicking Vulcan:: Fascinating Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at his scan results:: Chirakis: We must keep in mind that everything we are discussing are assumptions. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Jylliene: ::agrees:: Kallah Ramson: Then we need a way to test one or more of these assumptions. Chirakis: Another probe? Johnson Kenyon: You know, doctor, we should probably test this to see the effect while conducting medical scans Chirakis: Or taking a ship close to, but not into the nebula. Kallah Ramson: Yes, a probe but let's give this a specific task. Tarisa: I could program the probe to make an orbit around the area. We could then follow up with a starship. Chirakis: :::at a sudden awareness, she looks up::: Captain.. Kallah Ramson: Yes? Johnson Kenyon: Doctors? Chirakis: There were images that came from Vladivostok. Images of those who helped them, then disappeared. Chirakis: We have not tried to transmit images. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: After some time of tinkering, the lights in the lab came on :: mimipavilion: Good point. And see how this could be useful for communication. Chirakis: In fact.... ::moves to her console::: I have one image from Captain Belton. Chirakis: ::she pulls it up on the main screen::: Johnson Kenyon: If the Captain can use it, it would be nice to see if it could be generally used. We should first have a telepath attempt to read and communicate thoughts and use it as a baseline Chirakis: As you can see, this image seems to be a humanoid covered in some kind of cloth... mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: @Alexis. ::with Miana d she Annisha :: Chirakis: It is facing the screen... Chirakis: Almost posing. Chirakis: The weapon hooked onto its hip is reversed, and not ready for use. Chirakis: And the point of the javelin-like instrument in its hand is stuck into the ground. Chirakis: And its head is slightly bowed. Chirakis: Dr. Davis said that it appeared to be less hostile and more "wanting to talk". Jylliene: ::listening and thinking:: Johnson Kenyon: :::looks at Dacia:: can we run some medical scans while you try to transmit thoughts Chirakis: Perhaps if we try to communicate with images? Tarisa: ::Curiously looking at the image. Her tail lashing back and forth as she thinks.:: Dacia Sandero: Yes sure Kallah Ramson: depending of your cultural outlook that could mean surrender, friendship, or an invitation to duel. Chirakis: Um.... Johnson Kenyon: Dr P, if you would run the scans... Chirakis: But does it make sense that they would want to duel if they tried to help the crew? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Dacia:: I assume you have transmitted thoughts to non telepaths? Kallah Ramson: Most likely not. But what images would you suggest we send? Chirakis: Perhaps a similar one? Dacia Sandero: Not often, but I have in the past, yes. Johnson Kenyon: ::Dacia:: Is there someone we can send a message to that wouldn't mind? mimipavilion: Before we should try, I have to make sure the link is open to CnC Fletcher Jackson: ::tending to business, not really hearing the conversation::: Dacia Sandero: Hmm.. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Are you alright Kenyon? mimipavilion: ::double checks the line is open:: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC Kallah Ramson: :: pondering:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Ensign Kenyon here. Yes, sir. I'm working with medical in sickbay Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops here, doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going over to communications across the station :: Chirakis: ::staring at the image onscreen::: Chirakis: Of course... neither have we tried sound. mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Just making sure the link was open, per Captain Ramson's orders, and could let her know that we are going to have Dacia test run the verbalizer via telepathy. Kallah Ramson: :: looks to Tarisa:: Ready longer another series of probes. Rig one for communication relay. Jylliene: ::looks over to Ramson:: Doctor Pavilion is ready to test run the verbalizer. Tarisa: ::Nods as she begins setting it up.:: Chirakis: ::notices that Scott is very quiet::: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Mimi:: I thought we were going to test the psionic verbalizer after we see the results of your scans. Kallah Ramson: :: steps towards ops:: +com+ Sickbay, be aware... Without a bit of training the device can verbalize any and every passing thought. Johnson Kenyon: ::hearing the Captain:: Jylliene: ::not sure whether to be intrigued or terrified by what they might end up projecting:: mimipavilion: +Ramson+ Understood, Captain. I'll let Dacia know. Tarisa: I have 3 probes ready, one set for communications. Scott Coleridge: ::out of his depth all this speculation on communicating with aliens:: Fletcher Jackson: :::still tending to business::: Kallah Ramson: ::Tarisa:: Launch when ready Tarisa: ::Nods, launching all 3 probes.:: Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Care to pose for our first postcard? Chirakis: Postcard? Kallah Ramson: :: smiles:: Chirakis: A word from earth? mimipavilion: ::Johnson:: I thought we were going to use it while she was sending a message. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do we need to be closer to communicate? Chirakis: Image? Chirakis: Of course, Captain. Johnson Kenyon: ::Mimi:: It's up to you. I thought we should baseline it first without the verbalizer, but if you know what effect that has, we can move to the verbalizer mimipavilion: I think Dacia's telepathic baseline on file. But one of us can double check before starting. Chirakis: :::pulls her d'ktagh and a phaser, she places the phaser backwards in its holder and holds the d'ktagh pointed down, her head bowed:: Chirakis: ::but only slightly::: Fletcher Jackson: :::blinks at the captain's pose:: Tarisa: ::Curious glance at the display.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Mimi:: that makes sense... I'm ready when you two are mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting at a console to await the results:: Kallah Ramson: ::Tarisa:: how long till the probe is in range to transmit? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Is unsure what the rest are doing, or how they are planning further communication :: mimipavilion: ::pulls up Dacia's file and looks at her telepathic baseline:: Chirakis: ::is waiting:: Dacia Sandero: I'm ready as well Jylliene: ::listening:: Kallah Ramson: ::ops:: capture an image of her so she's not stuck like that. Kallah Ramson: :: smile:: Jylliene: ::captures:: Done. Chirakis: ::holding her position, but if it were not the captain, she would have some questionable words to voice::: Tarisa: The probes have just entered range. Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Thank you, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Of course, ma'am. Kallah Ramson: Transit the image Chirakis: :::returns the objects to their proper places::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probe communication frequencies stable. Jylliene: ::prepares the image for use:: Johnson Kenyon: ::gives the thumbs-up sign to Mimi::: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Johnson and Dacia:: I got the info I need, Dacia would you like to practice a bit with the verbalizer, the captain said without it any and every passing thought will be verbalized Dacia Sandero: Ok sure Chirakis: (Is there a designated target for the verbalizer?) Johnson Kenyon: I think Dacia would have a better chance at determining what she transmits than non telepaths Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages Jylliene about dinner :: Jylliene: ::glances, ponders; sends reply:: Johnson Kenyon: (If Dacia has chosen a target, she hasn't mentioned it) mimipavilion: The question is who is she wants to transmit to. Fletcher Jackson: :::turns back to his duties:: Tarisa: :;Watches as the probes begins to make their respective orbits.:: Jylliene: Image has been transmitted, watching for response. Dacia Sandero: ::choosing a suitable target.. Whatever it is:: Fletcher Jackson: :::looks up::: What? mimipavilion: ::keeps an eye on Dacia:: Chirakis: ACTION> The probe receives a strange message from "beyond" Fletcher Jackson: ::turns to Jylliene:: Ma'am, you needed something? Tarisa: :;Perks up.:: We are getting a response. Jylliene: No.. ::confused, to Fletcher:: Kallah Ramson: ( the device turns psionic thought into words. Target would be anyone in hearing distance) Fletcher Jackson: Uh... okay, ma'am. Just thought I heard someone call. Chirakis: ACTION> An image emerges from the probe and shows onscreen. Chirakis: ACTION> It is the same image that came from Vladivostok. Jylliene: We have a response. Jylliene: ::puts the image onscreen:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks :: Kallah Ramson: Well, at know who we're dealing with at least Chirakis: ::looks up::stunned::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/14/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: short Chirakis: And how short would short be? Chirakis: 5 minutes? Ten? Kallah Ramson: 10 Chirakis: Ten minutes. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: So are people supposed to submit a picture of what they think we are seeing on screen? Chirakis: I suppose you could. Chirakis: If you remember the image that came from Vladivostok. Chirakis: I will reprint the original log from that era and send it out tomorrow. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. Bugged "I have never seen bugs as noisy and big in all of Cardassia as I have on Volnar," Ensign Orrak said to an already agreeing Lieutenant Ross. Hours ago the team of four security from Aegis settled into camp just outside, but within view, of the Korjata farm. For the past half hour Orrak cleaned her rifle and aligned the scope. Her partner finished this task earlier. "So, you think we'll run into any trouble?" Ross asked as he looked down the scope atop his phaser rifle. "I don't know this area well enough to say. Who knows if Bajorans here hold a grudge against Romulans. They were barely tolerated in the Dominion war." The Cardassian looked down at the ground as she mentioned the war. "Starfleet does not expect anything and I read that report three times."\ "As did we all, perhaps the most entertaining event during our trip here." He said. "Well, my song and dance routine is just not ready yet," she chuckled with some sarcasm. "I didn't mean to imply," but she waved him off before he could finish. Orrak smiled. "I'd rather the trip here be uneventful and frankly the mission as well. A three-girl field trip," she laughed. "High-profile families?" "Well, onein particular, the felinoid girl, but the others I'm not so sure, but...It's Captain Chirakis that authorized this security detail, and if there is more to this than she has told me I'm fine with that. I know one of them, Annisha, is the granddaughter of the Korjata's. The telepath also has family on the station." Ross looked at Orrak. "Are you sure this it not so much keeping them safe, but keeping everyone else safe from them?" She points to him as if shooting a pistol. "At least forty-percent of this missing is doing just tha-" Just then a loud electrical crackle echoed across the low-growing field. Perfectly synched, Ross and Orrack bring their rifles to their chests and stare down the scopes to determine the noise. Another crackle of blue light is seen next to the room where the girls were sleeping. Orrak let out a sigh of relief. "They have installed a bug defensive measure around the buildings." "That sounded like a disruptor," he stated. "Oh I'm sure it's Rihan in design. Seems they hate these bugs as much as we do." Without missing a beat Ensign Orrak aims her rifle into the distance and lets off one shot. It hits a large bug square in the thorax, splitting it into many pieces before hitting the ground.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 14 September 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis local. Over the last 12 hours, we have been stymied by a red dot that appeared on Mission Operations consoles on Aegis and USS Missouri. Although it—or something that was controlling it—seemed to be trying to communicate, it never succeeded. To facilitate the communication, medical has been working on communication via enhanced telepathy by using a psionic verbalizer. Meanwhile, science’s long-range probe detected a void of nothingness in a perimeter around the dot, “...no life signs, no debris, no space dust, just nothing.” Was this a pocket of null space, or some kind of buffer between our space and another space? A conduit between areas of space? A conduit between universes? Since this particular area of space—nebula 236a—is known to trap ships and cause disruptions in communication and navigation, it is possible that we might be dealing with null space. Captain Ramson requested Ops to send a hail towards the target location, using a basic language code. Whatever “it” is sent a response, but the code is untranslatable. At sim begin we are still working to solve the conundrum.
  11. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51809.10 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. Sci and Eng have discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of the moon. This was confirmed when it soon became calm, once again, on Titan. A9 went to the dome to help coordinate the relief effort and the ship stayed at the energy nexus, to discover the source and try to defuse or redirect it before Titan returns to it. Sci discovered the disruption is made of Anti-Verterons, making this the terminus of a wormhole. The moon came back just as the colony is cut loose from the surface to float in liquefied Titan soil, all set to vibrate in sync with the seismic disruptions. At the same time, the ship flooded the nexus with a huge dose of Anti-Verterons, to open the wormhole. That was when the sensors detected a half-dozen alien craft coming through the wormhole. I got a bad feeling about this. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51809.10 = /\ = 180910.log
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  13. FEDERATION NEWS NETWORK NEWS ROUND UP Presidential Candidates Debate Future of Cardassian Reconstruction, Domestic Polcies at Forum Front runners vying to led the Federation met on Betazed for the first of a series of candidate forums ahead of formal debates scheduled for later next month. Candidates discussed a myriad of issues including the long, ongoing effort to rebuild Cardassia. With both President Bacco and her Vice-President opting out of runs, the field is considered wide-open. The next forum will be held on Vulcan on SD 28802.3. Tune in live to FNN for full coverage. Romulan Empire Announces Tighter Visa Requirements Citing a rise of security concerns on outlying worlds, the Romulan government has announced a series of changes to their already strict visa requirements for Federation citizens wishing to enter Romulan space. Beginning early next week, Federation citizens will be required to produce a number of new documents verifying their identity, and will be limited to only two weeks in Romulan space for non-government related travel. The Federation Diplomatic corps has released a statement saying they find the change ‘troubling’ and intend to discuss the matter at ‘the highest levels.’ More at FNN Intergalactic. Future Federation Members Converge on Risa Dozens of candidate worlds sent representatives to Risa to participate in a conference designed to allow a cross-culture exchange of issues facing those worlds on a variety of topics, including security, healthcare and infrastructure development. More at FNN Politcs. Elasia To Host 2390 Federation Track and Field Championships Following their expected ascension to full-federation membership, Elasia will play host to the 2390 Federation Track and Field Championships. “We’re very excited,” Jalen L’Kan, chairment of the FOGC, said at the announcement on Earth, “The Elasians put together such an amazing bid and we’re excited for our athletes to compete in such excellent venues.” More at FNN Sports. Investigation Into Labor Practices Announced The Federation Trade and Labour Board announced it would launch a full inquiry into reports over unsafe labor practices in the Tamaran Empire, following allegations that the long-time supplier of Federation biogel has been skirting labor regulations required for any Federation trade partner. The Tamaran Empire had denied any systematic issue, but did allow that ‘some’ suppliers could be breaking those rules and has vowed to address concerns by the Federation. More at FNN Markets.
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51809.10 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. Sci and Eng have discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of the moon. This was confirmed when it soon became calm, once again, on Titan. A9 went to the dome to help coordinate the relief effort and the ship stayed at the energy nexus, to discover the source and try to defuse or redirect it before Titan returns to it. Sci discovered the disruption is made of Anti-Verterons, making this the terminus of a wormhole. The moon came back just as the colony is cut loose from the surface to float in liquefied Titan soil, all set to vibrate in sync with the seismic disruptions. At the same time, the ship flooded the nexus with a huge dose of Anti-Verterons, to open the wormhole. That was when the sensors detected a half-dozen alien craft coming through the wormhole. I got a bad feeling about this. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51809.10 = /\ =
  15. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is in orbit of Risa where the crew has been participating in the opening days of a conference for candidate worlds for Federation Membership, while also playing host to former Federation Defense Secretary, Sulia Link. As we pick up, Excalibur is hosting the opening night reception for the delegation. Dress attire is formal, but i am told the food is good and the servers will be Risan, against the request of our VIP, so feel free to participate in the reception or enjoy the Risan suns setting on a beach with a fruity drink. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is enjoying the food at the reception:: Cptn Swain: ::Making his way to the reception, checking his collar in the panel as he goes:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Worried your neck has gotten thicker? ::smirking, also in full-dress uniform:: I don't see why we had to come to this. You're not even on active duty and I am leave. Cptn Swain: Miranda threatened to reprogram my replicator if we didn't. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::continues smirking:: I don't see how that affects me. I have my own quarters. Irene Mincine: :: Irene, never one to pass up food and an open bar, is already there with a cup of some opaque green drink. She looks like she might have been pre-gaming the reception, too. Her dress uniform, though, is impeccable. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::has not been in a dress uniform for a while now, but he nevertheless manages to look presentable as he enters the reception room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was dressed to impress, uniform fresh and polished, looking lovely in her white dress jacket and grey tunic. For once, she wasn't frowning, but she *was* scrutinizing everything. The flowers, the food, the servers and their dress. The crewmen and their uniforms. Anything that wasn't perfect would be dealt with in swift manner.:: William Chocox: ::blinks as he looks over at the new arrival:: (m) Didn't know Commander Admiran even had a dress uniform. Tandaris Admiran: ::makes his way to the food table:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walking to the reception in her dress attire :: William Chocox: ::walks up next to Commander Admiran:: I'm surprised you have a dress uniform. Hunter Matheson: ::Kal enters the reception wearing full dress MGSGT SFMC blue and red, decorated to the hilt cause it helps catch the girls and maybe turn a few heads::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A real live Risan Jazz band is providing the entertainment for the evening, and dozens of diplomats for at least thirty different worlds have started to make their way into the reception area, which has huge floor to ceiling windows giving us a view of the Risan suns dipping behind the star. Secretary Link has yet to arrive, however. Rhan K'hal: :: having had to wheedle, whine, beg and offer favors to the owner of a non-Risian style resort to cater and staff this thing on short notice, is in attendance :: Hunter Matheson: ::he politely steps aside for the newcomers, introduces himself to a few, shakes a few hands when offered:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene appears and offers Miranda one of those little sandwiches with a toothpick through them. :: "Pretty packed in here, sir, but I see someone important is missing?" Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Not nearly as surprised as the person who is now missing one…. William Chocox: ::blinks again:: You didn't. Hunter Matheson: ::using his best "sir" and "ma'am" whenever he can, scanning the crowd to get a good feel of the invitees::: Cptn Swain: ::Enters with Arden in tow, they looked down right adorable together.:: Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake at the couple:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I can't confirm or deny without making you an accessory¦. Tandaris Admiran: Best you retain plausible deniability. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Divas like to make an entrance. ::She took the sandwich from Irene and popped it into her mouth.:: William Chocox: Of course sir. Didn't hear a thing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: My point exactly. ::Pointing at Swain as he entered.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Also making his way in, wearing full Romulan Star Navy dress uniform which included his rank sash. He had considered wearing a cape, but demurred. What if he needed to make a quick escape and the cape got caught in the turbolift doors?:: Tandaris Admiran: ::glances over at the couple's entrance:: Hmm. Rhan K'hal: :: gives a jaunty little salute to Arden and Swain as he passes by, ushering a certain old diplomat toward the non-alcoholic drinks table :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the reception :: William Chocox: ::looks over at Swain and Arden:: Surprised he was allowed to come. Tandaris Admiran: He looks so serene. Hunter Matheson: ::he's inside, meaning no cover, which means no saluting, but he does nod a greeting to the couple::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She hissed at a server as he passed.:: There's a stain on your jacket. Get it seen to before our guest arrives. Tandaris Admiran: We might have to prevent a murder. Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to Miranda and the new science officer.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Makes his entrance through a side door. :: Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: She watches Arden and Swain's entrance, then Issaha's, and Indaura's comparatively muted entrance. :: "I was at one of these with my mother once. The guest, a member of the High Council came in, completely blasted, and tried to look up the server's skirt. It was... a fun evening." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glowered at Swain as he neared, flexing her injured hand. The swelling had gone down enough to forego the wrap, but it still twinged. Worth it, though.:: Good evening, Arden. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We might have a bit of fun at this one. ::She said aside to Irene.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Grabs a fruity drink from a passing server for himself, letting Asher fend for himself:: Good evening, Miranda. William Chocox: I could find a distraction down in Engineering. Irene Mincine: :: Irene chuckled to herself, then reflexively stood up straighter when Swain and Arden approached. :: "Sir. Sirs." Rhan K'hal: :: having steered the old lush into the arms of the escort that was arranged for him, far-far away from the bar, then steers his way back around and notes all the pips congregating :: Hunter Matheson: :::he finally weaves through the crowd to Cho, nods to Cdr Admirin:: Commander. Cptn Swain: As you were Ensign. ::Grabs a bubbly drink.:: This looks fantastic. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho::: Grab a few beers and I'll join you in engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She ignored Swain and tried to catch Rhan's eye, waving him over.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::nods at Hunter:: Rhan K'hal: :: hopes Miranda keeps her knuckles to herself tonight, makes his way over at her signal :: William Chocox: The types of distractions that I have are best not handled while inebriated. Rhan K'hal: Captain, Commanders, and various other ranks. Hunter Matheson: ::he nods to Cho, then turns to Admiran:: Sir, I take it that these receptions are few and far between? Irene Mincine: :: Irene slouched once again at Swain's word. :: "You should try this, captain. I'm... not really sure what it is." :: She sipped the opaque green drink and winced. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Cptn Swain: Vulcan Port I think. Cptn Swain: Or something new from Frocus III. Hakran K'hal: $ :: since no one put a phaser to his head to make him go, and hates getting confused for his brother in the dress whites, is in his quarters listening to Andorian metal while reading up on some of the topics that will be on offer at the symposium :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods, sipping from his own drink:: Cptn Swain: Where is our most distinguished guest? Hunter Matheson: ::holds up a hand to wave off a server, passing on whatever pretty concoction is on the tray::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: I can't remember the last one we had. Tandaris Admiran: Then again, we spent a long time in the Gamma Quadrant. Cptn Swain: ::He'd yet to actually meet the Secretary, but he'd heard more than enough already from the ships gossip wheel. He had also heard about Miranda's little trick with his whiskey, but decided that was fair recompense for everything he'd put her through lately.:: Tandaris Admiran: Now that we're back here … I guess these will be more common. ::doesn't sound pleased by this:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She spoke quietly to Rhan.:: K'hal, there's a Tellarite delegate that's already started being argumentative near the bar. Have Matheson steer him away from the Andorian or they're liable to spark a war. Hunter Matheson: ::Admiran:: Yes, sir. Guess that would keep you away from this type of thing. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs, nods :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks around, finds Hunter and beelines for him :: William Chocox: There's worse things than these little parties. We could be chasing the captain through a swamp. Hunter Matheson: And... you look just about as happy as I feel. ::forces a smile to a delegate:: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a bee coming his way::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She straightened, once more scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. Her eyes flitted briefly to Swain.:: She'll get here when she gets here. She's very eager to meet *you* for some reason. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "Whatever it is, it's good. I'll have to... um... procure some, planetside." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Catches Asher's eye for a moment, before turning to Irene:: Why don't you come with me and see if we can find something to eat. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: That's an excellent point. ::snags a drink off a tray:: Rhan K'hal: :: zooms in :: Hello, pleasant evening, lovely wine, etc etc. I need to borrow the Gunny. :: grabs him by the elbow and leads him off a little way :: William Chocox: ::snags a drink off the same tray:: Tandaris Admiran: And it has been a long time since I was on Risa William Chocox: Too bad we're not on Risa. Hunter Matheson: ::dragged away:: We being attacked, sir? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Politely whisking Irene away, leaving Asher and Miranda alone:: Irene Mincine: :: Food? Food! :: "Certainly, sir. If you'll excuse me, Commander. Captain." :: She figured she was being whisked away, but didn't really care. FOOD! :: Cptn Swain: I really don't deserve him. ::He took a drink:: Or you. Rhan K'hal: :: Hunter :: No, but we can prevent a war. Bar, at 11 O'Clock. Tellarite and Andorian getting a little heated. You go in for the Tellarite and get him interested in military history or something, and I'll come in and smooth the Andorian's antennae. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. :::moves in::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Yes, but the trick is to pick your sessions based on the best locations. William Chocox: True. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, you don't. ::Agreeing wholeheartedly.:: You're lucky he loves you enough to have come to me. Hunter Matheson: :::squeezes between the two:: Excuse me, sirs.... ::Andorian:: Sir, you look very familiar. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, there wasn't much more to say to that, as it was entirely accurate.:: Hunter Matheson: Andorian> :::glare::: Cptn Swain: He's always been there, you know. No matter how many times I pushed away or found a reason -- he's always been there. ::Smiles:: Hunter Matheson: Oh... wait... I know. I saw you down on Kalamari V last year. You're Sinta Inzar, Delegate to the Union! Hunter Matheson: ::glad he reads those weird magazines when they come through::: Tandaris Admiran: For example, one of my sessions will finish just before opening time of this delightful little club with the most intriguing dancing. Hunter Matheson: Inzar> ::skeptical:: And you are? William Chocox: I don't need details sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And yet you keep stepping on his feelings. ::She looked away with a slight sigh, feeling more sorry for Arden than angry at Swain.:: We seriously need to talk about your future on this ship. Hunter Matheson: Matheson, sir. Master Gunnery Sergeant Matheson, sir. I am honored to make your acquaintance. ::straightup Marine attention::: Cptn Swain: ::Takes another drink:: The last time I brought that up you punched me. Irene Mincine: :: Irene offers Arden one of those little sandwiches with a toothpick from a tray, as well. :: "I... hmm..." :: She's watching the marine and the Andorian, from a distance. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Are you attending any sessions? Or are you going to spend all your time working on that little project of yours? William Chocox: Little of Column A, a little of Column B. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::takes the offered sandwich:: I love these. Risan food is excellent. I was station at Starbase 12 for a couple years and it's just a hop skip and jump, so we'd come here a lot on long weekends. William Chocox: I suppose I should try to mix in "fun" every so often. Hunter Matheson: ::doesn't let him get a word in edgewise as he gently maneuvers the Andorian toward the smorgasbord::: How about something to eat, sir? Drink? ::glances over the Andorian's shoulder::: Tandaris Admiran: You're more than welcome to come to the session tomorrow on the application of Klingon political science to current tensions in the Borathi Kantella trade wars. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is also eating a sandwich, careful to keep any off her dress uniform. :: "I didn't leave Proxima before I joined Starfleet. Risa seems pretty nice." Hunter Matheson: Inzar> ::Mutters something about overzealous Starfleet personnel but is delighted to see the food::: Sulia Link: ::Making her entrance, dressed to the hilt in the latest, very tasteful, Arbazan fashion:: William Chocox: Sounds riveting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, well, you caught me off guard. It felt like a betrayal of the highest order. Like we braved untold dangers and put our own careers on the line to save you, but you really didn't need saving and aren't even going to stick around so I can be mad at you for a long time. Cptn Swain: I said I was thinking about retiring. I've been thinking about retiring since the Dominion War. ::He sighed:: But it was a poor choice of timing. Hunter Matheson: ::and Inzar seems engrossed by the food, so he works himself away:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Taking another drink, watching others from a quiet corner of the reception :: Hunter Matheson: ::and decides that going to a delegate reception in full dress isn't exactly the thing to do next time::: Cptn Swain: And for the record... I did appreciate your backup. If you hadn't come... well I feel pretty certain we would have either been left to rot in the LMC or I would have been a prisoner of the Tal'Shiar. Sulia Link: ::Frowns almost immediately as she enters. Everything was ... wrong. The music. The food. The flowers. The... waiters. Gods be good she was going to have someone's hide for this.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Poor timing, indeed. ::Her frown only deepened as their guest arrived.:: Here comes the explosion. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slightly pleased with herself.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene notices the frowning guest of honor. :: "Sir..." :: She says quietly, nudging Arden and gesturing to her. :: Rhan K'hal: :: notes that the Tellarite was so surprised at having the Andorian he was arguing with stolen out from under him, has had the wind blown out of his sails and is just frowning into his drink - turns around and just shakes his head :: I know I speak perfect Standard. Hunter Matheson: ::weaves his way out of the delegates and into more familiar surroundings::: Rhan K'hal: :: sees Link enter :: Oh dear, that's the "Bomb Romulus" face. Hunter Matheson: :::finally finding Rhan and is close enough to hear his comment::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Madame Secretary! ::She moved to greet their diva.:: A pleasure to see you again. Might I introduce you to our Captain, Asher Swain? Hunter Matheson: :::and turns toward the Bomb::: Hunter Matheson: ::on his way by Rhan:: (w) Mission accomplished, sir. ::and moves on::: Rhan K'hal: :: hums something along the lines of agreement :: Sulia Link: ::Storms past several guests and directly towards Hawthorne and Swain, though she completely ignored Hawthorne:: CAPTAIN SWAIN! I see you finally decided to show your face. I don't know what this whole nonsense was about leave of absence, but you have some explaining to do. Your... your first officer ::again pretending Miranda wasn't there:: and that... that mangy Caitian ninkenpoop you call an operations officer have *ruined* this reception! I gave extremely clear directions that were to be followed to the exact letter! Do you have any idea... Hunter Matheson: ::can't help hearing the bomb do her bombing::: (w) Crap. Rhan K'hal: :: crosses his arms at the "mangy Caitian ninkenpoop" bit, mutters "forget what I thought earlier, please DO use your knuckles, Commander." :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was doing her best to make herself invisible. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Like I said. Murder. Prevention. ::takes a sip of his drink and watches with amusement:: William Chocox: Shall I head to Engineering? Hunter Matheson: :::nodnodnod to Cho::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a step back from the diva's wrath, trying to look contrary and failing miserably. Tilting to look at Swain, she smiled broadly.:: Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat just loud enough to get her attention, and no doubt anyone else:: Madame Secretary, It is an honor to meet you I've heard... so much about you, I will give you a tiny bit of free advice that I can't believe someone hasn't given you yet. First, if you don't want the whole room to know somethings screwed up, don't yell. Fake it till you make it. Second, Commander Hawthorn and Mister K'hal are two of the finest officers I have ever had the pleasure of serving with and I would strongly suggest you avoid using such disparaging and frankly racist language to describe them or any member of my crew again. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: And miss the fun? William Chocox: See, that's the dilemma. Irene Mincine: :: Irene whispers to Arden, stifling laughter at Swain's response. :: "Sometimes it's nice being an ensign..." Cptn Swain: While you are a guest aboard this ship, I will note that you are not a full ambassador and thusly have no actual command authority here, so I advise you sit back get a drink and enjoy the rest of the evening, Madame Secretary. Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting a bit of a buzz from the back of the room :: Sulia Link: ::Blinks, not exactly sure what to say:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::to Irene:: He does have his moments, Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> At Miranda's cue, the band resumed playing a distinctly Risan melody. Sulia Link: ::Clears her throat again, patting down her dress:: Well then, Captain, have a good evening. I think I shall retire for the night. Indaura Ryssan: :: Remembers this song :: Cptn Swain: ::Wait for Link to get out of ear shot:: I think I need another drink. Rhan K'hal: Well, that'll be trending on InstaHologram in ten minutes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She shot Swain a glance.:: That was almost worth the trouble you put us through. Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath he was holding::: William Chocox: Well, that was disappointing all in all. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho:: So, you *wanted* the fireworks? Irene Mincine: "That was fast..." :: Once Link left. :: She finished her green drink. :: Cptn Swain: Can't retire if they fire you. ::pats his temple with one finger:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::on his second drink:: Mmhmm Tandaris Admiran: ((Been there, tried that, didn't stick)) Rhan K'hal: :: not particularly happy after being manipulated by Miranda for this, then insulted by Link on top of it, stiffly exits the room :: Cptn Swain: But in all seriousness, Miranda, you should come have dinner with Arden and I at the Lagoon tomorrow. Arden is insisting on cooking and we can talk about... things. William Chocox: I would've provided them. William Chocox: But you didn't hear that from me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her lips twitched.:: Fine, but only because Arden is cooking. Tandaris Admiran: ::Matheson:: It isn't really a vacation on Risa until the first murder! Cptn Swain: Issaha>::waiting outside, he didn't really like the Risan jazz:: Hey, Mister K'hal! Hunter Matheson: ::cho:: Copy that, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Murder, sir? Hunter Matheson: No wonder the Corps doesn't allow liberty on Risa. Rhan K'hal: :: narrows his eyes :: El'Arrain N'Dak, is there something I can do for you? William Chocox: A good murder mystery can keep the mind sharp. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smiles, warmly:: You can come down to the planet with me and help me find a good place to watch the sunset with a relaxing drink. The reception was really lovely, but the Risan Jazz does something to my ears ::smiles:: Hunter Matheson: ::just stares:: Cptn Swain: << Two minute warning, thanks for going over tonight >> Rhan K'hal: Getting off this gods-damned ship and getting drunk sounds great, I don't really care where the sun is. Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: He'll be delighted. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::grins:: Point the way to the transporter room, then. William Chocox: You've never pretended to be Sherlock Holmes on the holodeck Gunny? Irene Mincine: "I'm definitely going down to the planet after this reception..." :: Irene said no to a refill on her drink. :: Rhan K'hal: I can do better than that. :: pulls out his padd, tap tap tappity tap, and away shimmer the large-eared ones :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: :::slides slowly toward the entrance, picking up his cover on the way, holding it under his left arm and making for the lift::: Hunter Matheson: ::whew::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  16. Irene Mincine awoke in a darkened room, her head spinning. She tried to clear her disorientation – remembering where she was and how she got here. The darkened room – that was where she was spending the night planetside on Risa. It was one of the suites in the resort the commander had managed to reserve during the conference. It was spacious, more spacious than the captain’s quarters aboard the Excalibur. Irene was in the bedroom, which was separated from the rest of the suite by a sliding partition. She remembered going to a club that someone recommended. Pounding beats were the soundtrack to a fun evening she spent with a Deltan woman, Kasmati. Eventually, she took her back to the resort room. If they didn’t find jamaharon, they got close. But she awoke with the bed empty. Kasmati must have gone home at some point, she figured, but it was still dark out. Irene sat up in the bed, nearly falling back down. “Must have drank more than I thought...” she mumbled as she swung her legs to the floor. She needed to pee really badly, so she figured that was true. The suite’s bathroom was on the other side of the partition. Irene managed to get to her feet somehow, holding her head the whole way. Little early for a hangover, she still felt the effects of all that Aldebaran whiskey. How long had she been asleep? Irene looked at the digital readout on the wall clock – 04:30 local time. Barely an hour! She slid the partition open and stumbled through. On the other side was Kasmati, looking quite surprised. “Oh, hi, Irene...” A Ferengi voice kicked in from a communicator. “10, 15 bars! Easy!” It didn’t quite register through Irene’s semi-sedated state. “What’s... ugh... what’s going on?” “Nothing, go back to bed.” Kasmati said, warmly, yet somehow deceptively. The communicator kicked in again. “What’s going on? Who are you talking to?” Irene blinked, trying to clear her head. “What are you doing with... all my stuff?” She finally came to the realization that something wasn’t right, taking a defensive posture. “I told you the sedative wouldn’t work on her, she’s part-Klingon...” Kasmati growled into the communicator. “Hold it!” Irene fumbled for her phaser on the table, dropping it. Kasmati dove for it, most of Irene’s belongings in a bag over her shoulder. “I’m getting you out of there! Give me a second to bounce the transporter signal off the enhancers,” the communicator barked, a computer bleeping in the background. Irene and Kasmati fought over the phaser, with Irene not ripping Kasmati’s arms off and beating her with them only because of the sedative. The phaser fired into the ceiling, narrowly missing Irene’s head. “You idiot! You just set off every alarm in the building!” Irene and Kasmati, still brawling on the floor, disappeared with the flash of a Ferengi transporter... only Irene’s combadge was left on the floor.
  17. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/7/18 =/\= 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Task Force Aegis is in defensive orbit. Aegis OPS console is still blinking its irregular red dot pattern. Reports from science, medical, and security should be ready for Captain Ramson and Commander Coleridge. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::on CnC:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::exiting her office, into the command lift::: CnC Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, having updated Ramson on the outcome of their meeting:: KelsaViegnor: ::taking a late lunch at a table near the corridor, watching folks walk by as they head to wherever they're going:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: Chirakis: ::exiting the lift, she pauses for threat assessment::: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC, going to her station.:: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis, hearing the lift:: mimipavilion: ::in medical with Dacia and Johnson, finishing up the report, with a set of symbol pictures:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in sickbay with Mimi and Dacia:: Dacia Sandero: ::looking over the report and pictures:: Chirakis: ::nods to Kital:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::looking at some growing tube root plants:: Chirakis: ::approaching Ramson and Coleridge with her information, she waits for their conversation to end::: Johnson Kenyon: I think we should use pictures of humanoids Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::polite nod::: Captain, a report on the possibilities of our red dot friend. ::Hands her the PADD::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I hope this meets both of your approval before I take it to the CnC. I did include pictures of humanoids. Dacia Sandero: Makes sense to me. Kallah Ramson: ::takes padd:: Kallah Ramson: ::looking the data over:: Johnson Kenyon: I see it now... Dacia Sandero: ::looks:: Chirakis: ::standing there in case she needs to clarify::: Kallah Ramson: ::glances up at Chirakis then hands to padd to Scott:: Kallah Ramson: Opinion on this intel? Annisha: @ :: Night is beginning to settle on Volnar. The girls are getting situated into their room. The bugs are starting to make a racket :: Chirakis: Excellent, Captain. Kallah Ramson: ::directed to both Chirakis and Scott:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pictures of ordinary humanoid things... chair, table, people, stars:: Chirakis: If that is what you refer to. Alexis McFarland: @Night sure comes in early on this planet. Chirakis: It is only supposition at the moment. We should know more when science has its probe ready. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post, watching the scanners :: Alexis McFarland: @How do timezones work? Tarisa: ::Logs into her console, bringing up a program. Perks up:: The probe is ready now. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Ears twitch at the sound of the bugs.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::changed into her PJs and jumps on her bed:: Chirakis: ::half-turn to Tarisa::: Johnson Kenyon: ::examining the report, looks to Mimi:: At least I'm junior enough... Annisha: @ Grandma said a day is 26 and a half of our hours. Kallah Ramson: ::looks to Tarisa then back to Chirakis:: Then let's see what we can see. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: I suppose it's a consideration. But it seems like a stretch to me without anything more to go on. Fletcher Jackson: :::exits the lift and makes a beeline to Aux OPS::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: true Jylliene: ::does her other work, turning over possibilities in the back of her mind:: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Agreed. Fletcher Jackson: ::logs on, expecting to see a red dot::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over the flight paths of each of the ships in the sector :: Fletcher Jackson: ::but... it's not there::: Johnson Kenyon: ::Dacia:: Aren't you Betazed? Is there anyway we can communicate telepathically? Fletcher Jackson: ::broad grin and he settles in::: Kallah Ramson: ::turns:: If your probe is in order, you may launch when ready. mimipavilion: ::looks at the two, then to Dacia:: How would you two feel having telepathic communications as a back-up plan? Dacia Sandero: Yes, I'm Betazoid. I haven't really picked up anything from it, but we can try. Tarisa: :;Nods, launching the probe.:: Probe away. Dacia Sandero: :It could work. Kallah Ramson: Hopefully it's guidance system doesn't get as turned around as we did. Alexis McFarland: @ Hmm. ::lays down next to Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Dacia:: Is there anyway to extend your telepathic range with technology or drugs that could allow you to attempt communication from here? KelsaViegnor: ::considering new ideas for the shop:: mimipavilion: ::listens in:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still thinking about the news of his position, and how could he have missed it? He knew the workload got more than one engineer could handle, so he had others off-load the work :: Annisha: @ :: Buzzing gets suddenly louder at the window... a bug, as big as Annisha's head, buts into the window pane: Bizzz! :: Ah! :: jumps back :: Chirakis: :::she steps back to her console and logs in::: Alexis McFarland: @ Whoa! Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Shoots up at the loud buzzing. Tail poofs.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hugs Miana:: What was that? Chirakis: ::also monitoring the probe and checking the most recent reports from the area::: Tarisa: @ Miana> It was so loud. mimipavilion: I don't want to overload Dacia with too much drugs. ::looks at Dacia:: I'm sure you agree. Tarisa: ::Watching the trajectory of the probe.:: Dacia Sandero: Uh, there is some technology we can use to amplify telepathic range yes. Annisha: @ :: Just as suddenly, an azure beam hits the bug, killing it before it even hits the ground :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I think using drugs should be an absolute last resort Chirakis: ::curious as to how nebulae distort guidance systems and communications::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::yelps at the beam.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Maybe we should consider some other telepaths as part of our plan. Alexis McFarland: @ Are all the bugs so big on this planet? I'm glad they only come out at night. Johnson Kenyon: It's just that Commander Coleman suggested telepathy is a possibility for us to consider? Dacia Sandero: Yes, I agree with that. Johnson Kenyon: Additional telepaths can augment their range? Dacia Sandero: And it certainly is, if this red light is sentient. ::to Johnson:: It depends on the person, but yes. Tarisa: The probe is almost within scanning range of the target. mimipavilion: ::nods to Dacia, then to Kenyon:: Plus we don't want to overwork one telepath as well. Dacia Sandero: Yes, it'd be easier to spread it out. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching the scans :: Area around probe is clear. Chirakis: ::looks up, watching the main screen as the probe moves::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::next to Miana:: Buggy. Annisha: @ They said they will carry away naughty kids.. :: looks at the bug on the ground :: You think all of them? Kallah Ramson: ::pondering on the intel, but keeping an ear open as the probe data comes in:: Tarisa: Any moment.... :;Gets a beep.:: mimipavilion: ::takes the Padd with the Symbol Plan and adds the backup Telepath Plan to it:: Alexis McFarland: @ You'd better watch out then, Annisha. Johnson Kenyon: Do we have additional telepaths who would agree to help? Fletcher Jackson: ::continues working::: Tarisa: ::Gives a curious look at her console.:: There is nothing... Dacia Sandero: We have many telepaths on the station. I'm sure we can get a few to agree to help. How many do you think we'd need? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Covers up in her sheet.:: Eeep! Annisha: @ :: smirks :: Ie Ie... Chirakis: ::looks to Tarisa:: Nothing? Jylliene: ::glances up at the big screen, back and forth to her own console:: mimipavilion: I think this will be a very good start for us. ::thinks:: Probably another 4 or 5. Johnson Kenyon: it's worth a shot... Tarisa: ::Nods.:: There is a void of nothingness in a perimeter around where the dot should be. Chirakis: ::to all::: How is that possible? Johnson Kenyon: I have no idea what range a telepath might have to begin with... it would be nice if we could gauge that and, at the same time, see if I can rig up something to extend it with tech Tarisa: No lifesigns, no debris, space dust. Just nothing. :;Shakes her head.:: I do not know. Dacia Sandero: I guess I can be your guinea pig. Jylliene: Shielding? Cloaking? Tarisa: There are no power sources. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The scans of the probe match our long range scans of the area. Alexis McFarland: @ ::holds Miana:: Those bugs won't get you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking up the record of Kenyon :: Jylliene: That we can sense. Could that be internal, within the perimeter and itself shielded from view as well? Scott Coleridge: And the mystery deepens. Jylliene: ::referring to the lack of power sources:: Chirakis: Indeed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Cloaked... or something I believe called null space? Johnson Kenyon: Doctors, isn't there some medical records on this sort of thing? Chirakis: ::looks to Scott and Ramson, remembering the Vladivostok's rescue::: Tarisa: :;Console beeps again.:: The probe is approaching the void... ::Frowns.:: It is now gone. Dacia Sandero: ::looks over to Mimi:: Hmm.. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Null space? Johnson Kenyon: you know, the area of the brain that is most active when you send and receive mental messages. Tarisa: No signal. Chirakis: Gone where? mimipavilion: ::nods:: If there is nothing else, I will take this ::waves PADD:: to the CnC. And I will let you two figure out the tech to help extend the telepathic range. ::Dacia:: We'll have to look into who has a reasonable telepathic range. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The USS Enterprise reported entering a pocket of is some years ago. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, indeed. Tarisa: It vanished. I am no longer detecting any traces of the probe. mimipavilion: ::thinks:: That is a good question. Chirakis: ::stunned::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A cloak would be an artificial means of disappearance, Pockets of null space are natural, as far as we know, Kallah Ramson: ::looks around CnC:: Thoughts? Annisha: @ :: Goes to Miana :: Don't like bugs? Tarisa: @ Miana> They are creepy... Jylliene: ::shakes her head, at a loss:: Alexis McFarland: @ I don't really like them either. Chirakis: I have no idea, Captain, except for the report I gave you from Captain d'Ka. Chirakis: ::to anyone:: Is it possible to exist in null space? Johnson Kenyon: I'm not sure what medical devices are used to detect brain waves, but I wonder if we can focus and send them... just a thought. Tarisa: I am unsure how to classify this. Scott Coleridge: The null space itself might be some kind of buffer between our space and another space. Chirakis: ::Scott:: A conduit between universes? Kallah Ramson: Might explain somethings. Jylliene: ::figures it's as good a possibility as any:: Dacia Sandero: @ There's a wide variety of equipment that can, even tricorders can be configured to detect brain waves. mimipavilion: Ok, what about an EEG Jylliene: ::startles slightly:: The red dot is gone. Dacia Sandero: That'd certainly work. Fletcher Jackson: ::blink turn::: Johnson Kenyon: An EEG, if I remember, simply measures the electrical brain activity Kallah Ramson: ::turns to ops:: Annisha: @ Anyone here that? Jylliene: ::stares at her console, waiting to see if it returns:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Ears perk up.:: Alexis McFarland: @is it bugs? mimipavilion: True, but it's a start Jylliene: ::looks up at the screen:: Look - the void's closing. Dacia Sandero: ::Nods;: Chirakis: ::looks up::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Null space was investigated with a shuttle craft, but I'd not want to live there. Jylliene: ::glances back and forth between her console and the screen:: Tarisa: :;Watches.:: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Agreed. Johnson Kenyon: In order to send a signal from someone's brain, I'll have to know not only the current, but more importantly, the frequency Kallah Ramson: Still no energy source readings? Chirakis: ::she takes a deep breath with a slow exhale:: Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: No. It is possible the energy being used is on the other side of the void.' Johnson Kenyon: ::assuming a medical panel:: computer, bring up research into telepathic brain frequency. mimipavilion: ::Johnson and Dacia:: See what else that can be set up as well with the EEG, then once I return, Dacia we'll pull up your recent brain waves from your last physical and do another scan for comparison, then we'll run a test to see what happens. Chirakis: Interesting. Annisha: @ Bizzt! :: gooses Miana :: Kallah Ramson: So nothing is shielding our view of something. Always fun when first contact involves relearning the basic laws of physics. Johnson Kenyon: Sounds good. and Good luck. Dacia Sandero: Yes, sure Tarisa: @ Miana> Eeep! ::Ducks under the covers again.:: Jylliene: ::slight chuckle:: Chirakis: True. And a lesson to be learned when we are on the opposite side of first contact. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll be back ::exits medical via tl and orders it to CnC:: Annisha: @ :: Listens to the bugs :: I hope I can sleep.. Chirakis: And....:::moves back to her console::: apparently we are not under attack. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sending the probe only got us more questions. Jylliene: That is a good thing. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Dacia:: I'm surprised no one has come up with this idea before... Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards her command console:: Going on the assumption that this is first contact.... Ops. Send a hail towards the target location. Basic language code. See if they can figure out how to say hello while we do the same for them. mimipavilion: ::looks around the CnC, plan in hand:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::turns, hearing the lift, and waves Mimi over:: Jylliene: ::sends out the hail:: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, the thought never came up. Though something like this doesn't happen everyday mimipavilion: ::sees Chirakis wave her over and heads in her direction:: Chirakis: ::motions toward Ramson::: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: On the chance that this is some natural phenomenon.... what can we do to protect ourselves if that null space was to open up on top of us? mimipavilion: ::nods and heads over to Ramson:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slowly returning to his work::: (w) Pray. Johnson Kenyon: here's something ::looking at the computer display:: a telepathic amplifier Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Mimi:: doctor. Fletcher Jackson: ::shudders:: Johnson Kenyon: it's an alien device that was used by the first warp capable Enterprise mimipavilion: ::stops in front of her rather concerned:: Apparently I missed the show. Anyways, our report on communication. Tarisa: Special shielding perhaps. mimipavilion: ::hands the PADD over:: Kallah Ramson: What do you have. Johnson Kenyon: there is no mention of how it works Kallah Ramson: ::takes padd:: mimipavilion: Basic symbols to start with, as well as a back-up plan with telepathy. Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: We are sending language code now. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Kallah Ramson: ::hands the padd back:: You're free to use the data you have on my psionic verbalizer on the telepathy angle. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Dacia:: I am surprised this has not been a subject of research on Vulcan or Betazed mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Understood captain mimipavilion: ::makes note of the psionic verbalizer:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We do not know if we will get a response back Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I'm sure the Vulcans might have, being how analytical they are but yeah, nothing that I've found about it. mimipavilion: Anything else sir. Johnson Kenyon: Maybe the Vulcans are a little secretive when it comes to their telepathy Kallah Ramson: ::mimi:: no, just keep a line open between your team and CnC. Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Understood. If you'll excuse me. Johnson Kenyon: I assume Betazoids don't really need to extend their range on a planet of telepaths Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I'm sure. Dacia Sandero: Yes, you're correct. We Betazeds never had a need to boost our telepathic range and thus haven't really researched into it. Alexis McFarland: @::Suggles Miana:: Chirakis: ACTION> The code initiates a response, but it is untranslatable. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/7/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Chirakis: Long enough for word to get out and a few logs written? Kallah Ramson: maybe an hour to study the response. Chirakis: Excellent. Chirakis: Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Any questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  18. Congratulations on Sim #1000. May you enjoy 1,000 more!
  19. Wrapped in an Enigma “ Captain, I know you said your contacts are in the dark. But at least with Missouri, try to discover why we are the only two places experiencing this.” ~Commander Scott Coleridge In the relative quiet of the Security Complex, Kirel paged through her files, looking for information that would point to the commander’s request: discover why Aegis and USS Missouri are the only two places that have experienced the “red dot” phenomenon, and why it insisted on using the Mission Operations console exclusively. She looked up to study one of the many screens that decorated her office, the screen focused on Nebula 236A. A mark just to the left of mid-screen highlighted the red dot’s location within the nebula. The red dot never moved from those coordinates, but it did move from one console to the other. It followed a live Mission Operations screen. Mission Operations focused on external communication: communication between Aegis and starships in the vicinity. Internal Operations—also known as Aux OPS—focused on communication within the station. A dissimilarity. A valuable dissimilarity that could be the reason for the red dot to focus on External Communications. In other words, something out there could easily be trying to communicate with Aegis and/or Missouri. Pushing away from her desk, Kirel began to pace, which helped her think. After pacing for some time, she decided to break a promise she made to herself long ago. She needed assistance, and she knew where to get it. As much as she disliked telepathic conversation, sometimes it had its perks. “Kh’éile,” she mentally called to her bondmate, Je'rit d'Ka, who busied himself with the same puzzle on USS Missouri. “Are you occupied at the moment?” After a few moments of silence, “Not especially,” he responded. “A question regarding your ability, kh’éile. Are you sensing anything from Nebula 236A?” Again, a few moments of silence delayed his response. “I will tell you what I told Captain Ramson, and that is that I sense something, but nothing that gives us information.” She paused in her pacing to stare at the screen. “You sense something but you do not know what it is?” “Correct. I can only describe it as being filtered from full communication. Blocked, you might say.” “But you still hear, sense, and feel everything else?” She sensed a snort, then a wry smile as he shook his head. “More than I ever wish to hear, sense, and feel, kh’éile. The price I pay for agreeing to command a predominantly human crew.” “Do you sense a threat?” “None at all.” Over the next half hour, she and Captain d’Ka exchanged information and gathered some very interesting material. Nebula 236A was not an ordinary nebula, it furnished a conduit from Breen space to reclusive communities just outside the space claimed by the Joint Allied Powers. USS Missouri led Task Force Aegis and kept outsiders at bay and generally away from unwanted groups—especially black marketeers and the like—out of Joint Allied space. Nebula 236A was also known for unpredictable nebular and electromagnetic shifts that drew ships off course. It had been assumed that the exploratory science vessel, USS Vladivostok, was drawn off course within the nebula. They were captured by a rogue group and left to die on a barren planetoid while the rogues took the ship into Breen space. Vladivostok’s crew was subsequently found and rescued by two elements of USS Missouri’s Special Operations. “Yes, I remember that well,” Kirel said. The she asked, “How did they survive in such a forbidding atmosphere with so little to keep them alive?” There came a very long pause, during which Kirel could feel his slow mental shift to intense focus. “They were kept alive by a group of strange aliens who did not speak, nor did they show their true nature. They were completely covered with cloth. According to their physician, the aliens tried to feed them, but they could barely stomach what they were fed. Also….” He paused again, sorting through his thoughts. “Kh’éile, they saved the lives of some of the crew who had gravely ill from malnourishment and exposure to the elements.” Kirel waited, expecting more, then asked, “And the Special Operations elements that rescued them? Did they see the aliens? Were they able to tell more?” “No,” he said after a pensive pause. “Kh’éile, they never saw the aliens. The aliens left no trace. Not a print in the snow that showed a ship landing or leaving. USS Ramius was monitoring external starship movement during the operation, and they detected no ship leaving. It was as though the aliens had ever been there.”
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 7 September 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. The strange red dot continues to flash while we hunt for answers. Commander Coleridge outlined three phenomena for exploration: The communications and navigation issues in proximity to the nebula; Our Ops station experiencing the red light; USS Missouri reporting a similar blinking light. Regarding the light: Aegis sensors have not found anything unusual. The light appears to come from the vicinity of Nebula 236A. Attempts to communicate with it via code have failed so far. The communications array seems to be the light’s target. There is a possibility that the light could be from a creature, an artificial intelligence, or something else that is attempting to reach out. Commander Coleridge ordered the following: Science will configure and send a probe toward the light. Medical will focus on trying other methods of communication, such as telepathic and symbolic. Security will try to discover why Aegis and USS Missouri are the only ones experiencing the light.
  21. SD 0902.2018 Excalibur is in orbit of Risa where the crew has been participating in the opening days of a conference for candidate worlds for Federation Membership, while also playing host to former Federation Defense Secretary, Sulia Link. As we pick up, Excalibur is hosting the opening night reception for the delegation. Dress attire is formal, but i am told the food is good and the servers will be Risan, against the request of our VIP, so feel free to participate in the reception or enjoy the Risan suns setting on a beach with a fruity drink.
  22. MISSION BRIEF: While Captain Swain remains on, essentially, administrative leave, the Excalibur has been assigned to transport former Federation Defense Secretary Sulia Link to Risa to participate in a summit of potential Federation members. The Secretary has offered to arrange for members of the Excalibur to participate in sessions relevant to their interests. We pick up en route to Risa. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in his office on deck 4, reviewing the paddwork for the various projects going on :: William Chocox: is working on his project in Engineering:: Maryse Dubois: ::In her office in sickbay. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is working on her exobiology report on the cats in one of the science labs. :: Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters, enjoying a nice delightful cup of tea while Arden reads a book:: Secretary Sulia Link: ::On her way to the bridge, frowning at the security escort that was accompanying her.:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, doing his thing::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With their VIP momentarily placated, Miranda was back on the bridge, reviewing the repair completions that had been done on the Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out into sickbay, looking for Indaura.:: Rhan K'hal: :: using his PADD-XL to prowl-work on the bridge - who needs a standing desk when you can just take your desk with you? :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading a medical journal :: Maryse Dubois: ::Leans on the desk Indaura is sitting at.:: Good read? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Practically bounces into the science labs:: Irene Mincine: :: The door to lab 3 slides open and Irene pokes her head out, making sure no Romulans are going to intercept her. She heads toward the offices with a PADD. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Her quarters were small, just the way she liked it. :: Hakran K'hal: :: watches Issaha bouncing through his open office door :: You're energetic today, El'Arrain. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Jolan tru! Indaura Ryssan: A medical journal from Denobula Secretary Sulia Link: ::Exit onto the bridge, Butch the security escort in tow:: Hunter Matheson: :::making notes of the changes that shouted "new and improved"::: Indaura Ryssan: There's a 30 part series I should finish, but I got off track a while back. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters to himself:: Yeah, right. New maybe, but not improved. Rhan K'hal: :: glances up. mentally grimaces :: Greetings, Madame Secretary. How can we help you? William Chocox: (m) A twist here, a turn there. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Sounds interesting. Reading is a nice relaxing activity. And speaking of relaxing... ::Shows a PADD.:: Since we will be on Risa, there is a possible chance for leave. Maryse Dubois: I was planning on putting you and the rest of the staff on some well-deserved time off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She repressed a groan, hearing Rhan's greeting, and rose from her chair, turning to their guest.:: Ah, welcome to the bridge. I trust you are settling in well? Irene Mincine: :: Irene stops in her tracks, deflated. :: "Oh, uh... hello..." :: She quickly continues to Hakran's office. :: "Sir, I've completed this report on the cats. I was thinking of submitting it to the exobiology journal." Secretary Sulia Link: Your sonic showers could use an adjustment, but otherwise yes. I'll be sure to thank the Captain for his generosity, if he ever shows up. ::She frowned:: And thank for the security escort. He's almost useful. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::bounces over to the office as well:: Oh the cat-creatures! They seem very friendly. Hakran K'hal: Hello, Irene. I'm sure it'll be a great addition to the journal. Though you might want to let me proofread it before you send it off, since I have to read it anyway. :: smiles :: Indaura Ryssan: oh? Maryse Dubois: I also heard there will be some numerous debate sessions that Secretary Link was allowing some of us to attend. So if there is one you would like to see, let me know. Indaura Ryssan: I will. What about you? Rhan K'hal: :: makes a note about the sonic shower, sends it down to Engineering :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I think there are a couple I might be interested in attending. Irene Mincine: "That's why it's on this PADD here." :: She hands it over to Hakran, then smiles to Issaha, since that was a topic she liked. :: "Yes! They were very helpful on our last mission and they love just about everyone they come across." Secretary Sulia Link: ::She adjusted her hair, which was a series curls piled in a beehive formation:: I have made arrangements for your officers to have access to the conference schedule. Have them be sure to register for the sessions they would like to attend. I am also told there will be a few additional worlds in attendance, including a delegation from Bajor. William Chocox: sees the communique from Rhan and sends one back:: Will look into it. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the PADD, gives it a quick glance and moves it to the top of his pile, then resumes keeping an eye on his colleagues :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> So I heard. It is likely lucky a Lloann'an discovered them and na a Rihannsu vessel. ::frowns:: Hakran K'hal: The possibility of live dissection or the possibility of being dinner? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Captain is off duty for the time being, so feel free to forward any requests to me. We shall be arriving at Risa shortly, in any case. ::She nodded.:: My thanks for the conference plans. We've been sent a full roster of delegates. Would you like operations to forward to your quarters? Hunter Matheson: :::finally realizes that there is someone new on the bridge. His eyes flick in that direction, then he returns to what he was doing 'cause there's a lot of fixin to do to the "improvements" they made to HIS helm.. silent grumble::: Rhan K'hal: :: glance up :: It'll be transferred within a half hour, I'm having some of the yeomen from AdComm work on dossiers for the known individuals. Irene Mincine: :: She nods, frowning as well. :: "Yeah, probably for the best... think the radiation's still messing with my universal translator." :: She coughed, then looked back at Hakran's big pile of PADDs. "Uh, that's all I had, lieutenant. Unless you had another assignment for me." Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she gets off the desk.:: Anyways, I just wanted to let you know. I'll let you get back to reading. Secretary Sulia Link: That would be acceptable. Oh, and one more matter Commander. Since you're apparently in charge. I went ahead and took the liberty of accepting the offer to host a formal reception on the opening night of the conference aboard your ship. Some exclusive resort offered, but why would anyone want to spend more time than required on Risa. I'm sure your crew can handle a reception for a few hundred delegates. Rhan K'hal: :: ear twist :: Hunter Matheson: ::stops, hearing that:::wants to gag::: Secretary Sulia Link: I'll be sure to forward the information to you. I assume you can handle all the setup details? Maryse Dubois: :;Has a strange feeling something bad just happened. Gets a little shiver.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled through gritted teeth.:: Of course! That would be no problem. We host such events all the time. ::She clenched her fist, which made her wince as pain shot through her hand.:: Hunter Matheson: ::coughs, clears his throat and carries on::: Hakran K'hal: With all this delegation cr... stuff going on, I think we all need to work on our diplomatic chops. I've had Rhan reserve us a holodeck. Why don't you, Issaha, and anyone else that's not on active study head down and go through the course. Maryse Dubois: ::Heads for the exit, hopping onto the next lift.:: Lab 3. Indaura Ryssan: You alright Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Before she hits the exit, looks back.:: I think so. Just a slight chill. Rhan K'hal: :: will not hiss at the VIP, will not hiss at the VIP :: Secretary Sulia Link: Well, I trust you won't screw it up too badly. I am sure you'll manage without making an intergalactic incident that makes both you and Excalibur look bad. ::smiles:::Well, I have a few more communiques to take care of before the conference. Have a lovely morning Commander. ::Turns towards the lift, Butch in tow:: Hunter Matheson: ::makes notes... checks...makes notes... puts aside the padd and begins to reconfigure what they un-configured re: settings, maneuvers, etc::: Maryse Dubois: ::Eventually steps into Lab 3, looking around.:: Rhan K'hal: :: watches Sulia and Butch enter the lift, waits for the lift doors to close :: Irene Mincine: :: She stiffened when he mentioned going to the holodeck with Issaha. :: "Sir... I... yes. That sounds like a good idea." :: As long as I can find a third person to accompany us, she thought. :: "By the way, I'm not clear on Romulan ranks. Where does an... El'Aurian? stand in comparison to us?" Maryse Dubois: ::Finds them all in the back office, rings the chime.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Lets out a breath as soon as the diva is gone and then groans.:: Honestly... even the diplomatic missions have to be a pain in the butt. ::She plopped down in her chair, one leg crossing over the other.:: Hakran K'hal: Enter Cptn Swain: Issaha> Oh! Lloann'na training programs! This will be a very good entry into my log. Though diplomacy is very fun! My mother is a diplo... Oh El'Arrain is like ::tips head:: Centurion is close, but ::considers:: Senior Lieutenant, is closer. Rhan K'hal: :: glances at Hawthorne :: I can have the entire thing catered and staffed by Risians. Maryse Dubois: ::Slips into the office, greeting everyone.:: Ah, hope I'm not interrupting anything? Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes, knowing she's gone, and swivels in his seat::: Can I get you something, Commander? Water? A toddy? Scotch, neat? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Rhan gets a note from Link with instructions, noting the event is to be as unRisan as possible. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. ::She pointed at Rhan.:: That... exactly that. Hunter Matheson: ::shrugs:: Couple aspirin to go with? Cptn Swain: ACTION> It also includes a list of incredibly specific dietary requirements for the food, as well as floral arrangement suggestions. It's very extensive. Rhan K'hal: :: reads the note, doesn't care if he's on the bridge record or not, swears a blue streak :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smirked at Matheson.:: I'm not *that* stressed out, but thanks for the offer. Hakran K'hal: It's between our Lieutenant and Lt Commander, Irene. Hakran K'hal: And hello, Doctor. We're just bouncing off walls. Hunter Matheson: Any time, ma'am. I just figured you were as stressed as I was just being close to her. You know, trying to look inconspicuous? Maryse Dubois: Oh? ::Looking between the two.:: I hope I don't have to set anymore bones. ::Looks to Issaha.:: How's the jaw? Cptn Swain: ACTION> A further note indicates all food should be real with as little replication as possible, with an entire screed against Replicated food. Irene Mincine: "Oh. He really outranks me, then..." :: Irene exhaled when Maryse entered. Saved! :: "Hi! Lt. K'hal was just suggesting that taking the diplomatic refresher course on the holodeck might be a good idea for us." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::blushes light green:: It is fine. I did na even feel it this morning. Rhan K'hal: :: flat ears, showing teeth, tail whapping around violently :: Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles at Irene.:: Sounds like a great idea, since we'll be going into a diplomatic situation. ::Nods to Issaha.:: Let me know if it feels off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What is it, K'hal? ::Noting Rhan's agitation.:: Rhan K'hal: Just... ARGH :: hands Miranda the PADD with the bad news :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets off her book and goes out into the sickbay proper :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I did a semester long internship at the Retor on Qo'Nos! My mother was ambassador there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the padd and snorted.:: Yea, well, I don't care what *she* wants. You cater it and have the Risans wear something un-Risan. We can get all the food and flowers from the planet. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: And how did your internship go? Irene Mincine: :: She let the subject of Issaha's jaw drop. :: "My mother's worked at the Klingon consulate on Proxima II for a long time, as well." Rhan K'hal: Let any and all applicable saints, holy people, and deities smile upon you, Commander. Hunter Matheson: ::as he continues to work, he could sure use a beer right about now::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It went well! I mean unless you count the incident with Councilor DurAj ::blushes:: Which really was not my fault. I swear. Rhan K'hal: :: much more happily goes back into his padd, pulling up Risian Yelp :: Maryse Dubois: So...you both have some diplomatic ties then. ::And she wonders why fists we used. She looks to Hakran.:: Did you tell them about the sessions we are being invited to? Cptn Swain: Issaha> I mean it was sort of a misunderstanding. His daughter and I hadn't even... you know... when walked in on us. ::sighs:: Hakran K'hal: Not yet, I was awaiting confirmation from Rhan or other official channels. Didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She handed the padd back.:: She's not in charge of this ship. I may let her use it for her reception, but I'm not really concerned with her opinion of the Excalibur. Hunter Matheson: ::he looks up, wondering if they'd have beer at the reception... you know... good beer. really good beer. then he shakes it off and goes back to work::: Irene Mincine: "I don't think she told me about that incident..." :: She grinned. :: Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Hey, Tork? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Yeah? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Oh, I was a little sidetracked. I came down to see how the kittens were doing. Hunter Matheson: You got evasive maneuver Charlie Foxtrot 3 coming up on your console? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Uh... lemme check.... Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::puts his padd aside and digs into his system:: Uh... nope. It's gone. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters :: If anyone's likely to cause a diplomatic flap, it'll be the hawkish, hard to please ex-defense secretary. Cptn Swain: (( Are you sure about that? lol )) Hunter Matheson: :::blows out a disgusted breath:: I think they took most of that off. It's a conspiracy. Rhan K'hal: :: settles into a console so he can multi-task :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams! :: "They're doing great, doctor. They're perfectly adapted for space travel." :: And then gave Hakran a quizzical look. :: "Hopes about what, sir?" Maryse Dubois: That's great to hear. Rhan K'hal: :: gets the list of things people can do on planet, sends them out shipwide with the proper RSVP channels :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> But didn't you have all that in backup? Rhan K'hal: :: views menus on the other screen :: Hunter Matheson: Yeah. It's in my quarters. Hakran K'hal: Ah, speaking of which... Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the incoming message :: Hunter Matheson: ::looks up at the screen.... food?::: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a beep on her PADD, checks.:: And here we are. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'hal, make certain that incoming guests are screened and escorted when they arrive. I don't want any incidents... Hakran K'hal: All sorts of various conference talks and things available for us to do. Hunter Matheson: ::forgets about helm and looks at Rhan, then to the menu, and back to Rhan::: Irene Mincine: "Oh! Of course." :: Irene was PADDless, the one she carried was now on Hakran's desk. :: "I can't wait to arrive." Maryse Dubois: Huh...Looks like we are hosting a reception. William Chocox: looks into the sonic shower situation:: Rhan K'hal: With your permission, I'll have the marines handle that one too. Augustin is still trying to get his new people put together, and seeing the detachment out and about seems to give Suilia a little thrill. Cptn Swain: ::Happily enjoying tea, looking at a list of places for he and Arden to spend their time on Risa. So far they were considering the Regent's Lagoon, Suraya Bay, Hanotis Harbor or Talamanm Springs.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes. ::She sighed again.:: As much as I dislike the idea, issue orders for dress uniforms for anyone attending the reception. Hunter Matheson: ::aw darn.. marines handle...::: Rhan K'hal: Of course. Hunter Matheson: ::I knew it.. I knew it::::headdesk::: Hakran K'hal: :: makes the dress-uniform addendum to the schedule :: Rhan K'hal: :: does that :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Aw, hell naw! Swain is not going on a relaxing vacation with your husband after what he pulled. )) Hunter Matheson: ::wait... for anyone attending...right:: Irene Mincine: "Risa is a big planet. Big enough for us to... do different things." :: Looks at Issaha. :: Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Maryse, nods to the door :: Maryse Dubois: Oh goody, dress uniform required... Think anyone would notice if the CMO didn't go? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::has also scheduled them for couples therapy sessions, without telling Swain.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have heard about Risa. ::Grins:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: But anyways. I'll let you lot have fun. ::Heads for the door.:: Hakran K'hal: So far I don't see anything about compulsory crew attendance. That may change. Irene Mincine: "Dress uniform? I haven't worn mine since my Academy graduation..." :: She muttered, then gave Issaha a look. :: "Don't you get any ideas." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Destorie -- my brother -- said it is a bourgeoisie construct. A monument to the decadence and immorality of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: :: follows Maryse out , shuts the door behind him :: I'll get those two to occupy the same space in peace even if I have to keep a transporter loop to sickbay. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Perks:: Ohh... I am glad I brought mine! I get to wear my fancy rank sash -- and my cape! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( No capes! )) Cptn Swain: (( Pride of the Romulan Navy! )) Irene Mincine: "Decadence? It's a monument to what our society's capable of." :: Great, now she was getting in philosophical debates with a Romulan! She was oblivious to everyone else leaving the room. Hakran K'hal: I'll show you to what was a dignified laboratory and is now a feline habitat. William Chocox: sees the message about dress uniforms:: (m) I hope the grease stains are out. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: I agree! Maryse Dubois: Young N'Dak can be a bit of a handful. Maryse Dubois: ::nods.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have always wanted to see it! I have heard the water is almost as pretty as the shores of ch'Rihan. Cptn Swain: AND Hakran K'hal: :: keys into lab 5 :: Prepare to be mugged. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  23. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/31/18 =/\= 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is zero. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 AM) Aegis local. Task Force Aegis is in defensive orbit. Ships entering a zone near nebula 236A experience communication and navigation disruption. A warning has been broadcast to that sector. Aegis OPS console is still blinking its irregular red dot pattern. Commander Coleridge is about to call a command meeting. Captain Ramson is stuck in her office with SF Command. . Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC, checking situational readiness::: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS, watching the red dot dance::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::on the planet, watching the cows:: Johnson Kenyon: ::CnC, testing the OPS console after returning it to normal:: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Playfully chasing what might be a chicken.:: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at her console.:: Scott Coleridge: ::surveying the action on the CnC, pondering, as Captain Ramson has retired to her office to consult with SF Command:: Chirakis: :::attempting to sort out the information they have, and so far is getting nowhere::: mimipavilion: ::observing:: Scott Coleridge: ::can tell that everyone is pursuing their own leads but seems to be getting nowhere fast:: Chirakis: ::her eyes wander and they end up staring at the main tactical screen as she tries to make sense of the situation... if there is even a situation:: Scott Coleridge: ::clears his throat:: Ahem. Chirakis: ::Turns to the Cdr::: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up::: Scott Coleridge: It appears that we have quite the mystery on our hands. mimipavilion: ::looks at Scott:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wondering why the restored console configured for OPS doesn't have the red light:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the conference room :: Alexis McFarland: @ ::reaches out her hand and pets one of the 'cows':: Scott Coleridge: You have 5 minutes to gather what data you have about this anomaly, and then I want all senior staff to meet in the conference room. ::Jackson:: Make sure anyone not in the CnC is notified, please. And Ensign Kenyon, since you've literally taken that station apart with your bare hands, you're invited too. Fletcher Jackson: Aye, Commander. Fletcher Jackson: ::checks to see that Main OPS is fixed and moves over after logging out and then logging in::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up at Coleridge:: Aye, sir Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD and steps away from her console. Goes to the conference room.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::he looks up and... :: Fletcher Jackson: ::mutters something about a red flashing light that won't go away::: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and walks to the conference room:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes some time to gather his own observations, then heads for the conference room:: Fletcher Jackson: +All Hands+ All command staff, report to the Main Conference Room in 3 minutes. I say again, all command staff, report to the Main Conference Room. That is all. mimipavilion: ::heads into the conference room:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Already sitting in the conference room :: Dacia Sandero: ::Looks up and hears the comm:: Well.. ::heads to the conference room:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Makes his way to the conference room :: Alexis McFarland: @ It's like petting a sofa. Chirakis: :::walking toward the room, he glances at Jackson::: Take the con Tarisa: :;Takes a seat.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting next to Nijil:: Greetings Subcommander Fletcher Jackson: ::turns, blinks::: Yes, ma'am. I have the con. Annisha: @ :: Watches the animals. She was not told of the animals, just the plants. There were crops as far as her tiny eyes could see :: Dacia Sandero: ::makes her way to the conference room and takes a seat:: Scott Coleridge: ::standing at the head of the table, waiting for everyone to arrive:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Gives up on chasing the chicken. She goes to Alexis, and starts petting the cow too.:: Ooohh... mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Ie, good.. afternoon. :: Looks for his padd :: Oh, morning. Dacia Sandero: ::nods hello to everyone:: Chirakis: ::quietly strides to her chair and waits for the Commander to sit::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits opposite Nijil :: SubCommander.. Johnson Kenyon: ::feeling privileged:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Cayne, err Commander Cayne. Scott Coleridge: ::sits down and looks around the table, expression pensive but not dour:: The purpose of this meeting is to summarize what we've discovered so far, then focus our line of inquiry in the hopes of getting more clear answers. Fletcher Jackson: # ::CnC, watching the red flashing light::: Aye... aye aye... Chirakis: ::sits::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::looks at all the crops as well:: Scott Coleridge: We seem to have three phenomena: first, there was the communications issues in proximity to the nebula; then, our ops station began to experience the red light; finally, Missouri has reported a similar blinking light. Scott Coleridge: It's not a huge leap to think the last two phenomena are related, but we don't know if that's true or how. And are they related to the first phenomenon? ::shrugs:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Have sensors turned up anything unusual? mimipavilion: ::listens:: Dacia Sandero: ::contemplates this new information:: Tarisa: ::Shakes her head and frowns.:: No. I have tried numerous spectrums, and have nothing. Johnson Kenyon: ::listening:: Scott Coleridge: What about our attempts to "communicate" with the light? Chirakis: ::ponders... communications...OPS... red blinking light.... what else is there.. there must be something else.... something else:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am starting to dig into the root code of the sensor and ops station. So far the red light does not correspond to a known sensor reading. I'd hate to think Starfleet Intelligence, Tal Shiar or other agencies are planting some kind of unknown code, Dacia Sandero: ::hopefully not Blinded by the Light:: Chirakis: ::slight snort and half grin as she turns to Scott:: Commander, if I may? Nijil tr'Korjata: The Nie'rrh should take a look, being the only pure Rihan tech at our disposal. mimipavilion: ::still thinking it's an alien of some kind:: Annisha: @ :: Looking into the distance to see a fleet of drones over the crops :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: you may Alexis McFarland: @ ::Walks next to Annisha:: What do those drones do? Chirakis: I can assure you that neither SF Intel nor the Tal Shiar are involved in this. They are just a puzzled as we are. Johnson Kenyon: ::this is a lot more involved than I thought... Rihan here?:: Chirakis: ::Nijil:: As for your idea, SubCommander, it is an excellent idea, but I personally would not recommend sending any vessels into that area until we can find out more. It is only my opinion, however, and subject to command decision. Annisha: @ I think they provide rain...or maybe they zap bugs. Johnson Kenyon: ::lifting his fingers as a way of raising his hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How do we not find out more without sending a vessel? Alexis McFarland: @ Bug. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Watching the drones.:: There must be some big bugs... Chirakis: That is an excellent question. And that is part of what we are discussing at the moment. Tarisa: I agree with the Sub Commander. I feel we are at the limit of what the station sensors can provide. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probes would be our next step, but automated...stealth. Chirakis: :::ponders that::: Alexis McFarland: @ Did your grandparents say when they got the animals? Chirakis: Why stealth? Dacia Sandero: ::listens quietly:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving his fingers up higher:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Don't want to tip our hand at the poker table. Chirakis: True. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mr. Kenyon, I presume your examination of the operations console revealed no technical issues that could account for this...dot? Johnson Kenyon: Subcommander, umm, thanks for asking. I was able to isolate the signal to the communications array, but otherwise everything was working as normal... Oh and I learned this red blinking dot only appears on one console at a time Johnson Kenyon: at least that was my assessment Chirakis: (w) Interesting. mimipavilion: ::hears Mr. Kenyon's assessment:: Is it possible that it isn't a typical spacial anomaly, but maybe a spacial creature? Just a thought. Chirakis: A spacial creature? Scott Coleridge: A creature that has to find a way to reach out that manifests right now as this light... Chirakis: Hm... mimipavilion: Yes Scott Coleridge: If that's the case, maybe there is a more effective way to communicate Johnson Kenyon: Could it be artificial intelligence? Nijil tr'Korjata: I would think if the dot was something like what we are saying we'd get more than just a dot. Chirakis: ::Nijil:: Explain. mimipavilion: True, how long did it take us to understand our friend Shadow. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: When I cut off the power to the OPS console, relay by relay, it wasn't till it was nearly completed disconnected that it disappeared and reappeared on another console Nijil tr'Korjata: A dot on the screen is the simplest indicator I know. In starfleet terms it's a color denoting a warning. Chirakis: ::slow nod::: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::pets Miana;; Scott Coleridge: How can we test our hypotheses? Nijil tr'Korjata: If it's a form of communication the message is very vague. The moving to another console makes no sense. Could it be something in both systems? Johnson Kenyon: ::a warning that moves from console to console to ensure it is seen?:: Annisha: @ :: laughs :: She's not a cat.. I mean she's a felinoid, but not a cat. :: pets Miana :: Right Miana? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Purrs as she watches the chicken birds again.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: I have only seen it on one console at a time, but I have not conducted an exhaustive search:: Alexis McFarland: @ So soft though Nijil tr'Korjata: An internal scan should be performed on the station. Tarisa: @ Miana> Is is the shampoo I use. ::grins.:: Chirakis: Another thought is that red is the color that travels the farthest in space. That may or may not have a connection. Annisha: @ Meow and Shoulders? Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Giggles.:: No. Alexis McFarland: @ ::giggles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The red is only the indicator color and not that from a long range sensor reading? Chirakis: Commander, I believe that Commander Cayne's idea of sending a probe could be our first step. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Could this be a Pathfinder type of issue, with an itinerant pulsar acting as a subspace lens? Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne, understanding his last::: Johnson Kenyon: I think the fact that it is sending a message that is persistent enough to be seen, says there is some underlying intelligence... Scott Coleridge: So I'm hearing that we should investigate with a probe, conduct a more thorough scan of the station, and explore other communication options Chirakis: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Right, and consider the install of an even newer sensor station...I'm sure science would appreciate it. Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking about itinerant pulsars.. wondering if possible for something to reflect back a signal like an echo to appear to be from life:: Scott Coleridge: I think we have the resources to explore all three options Annisha: @ :: Breathes in deeply :: Smell that air. This place is warm. Scott Coleridge: Keeping in mind that if this is the result of an alien intelligence trying to communicate, we don't want to inadvertently give it access to more systems. Chirakis: ::Nods agreement:: Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm. It's nice! Nijil tr'Korjata: We can install a more rigorous filtering system for incoming transmissions. Johnson Kenyon: If it is an intelligence, it knows enough about us to get our attention through persistent, low level communication Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: Commander Cayne, work with Tarisa to prep the probe Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: you want to cut off the transmission? Annisha: @ :: Annisha's grandmother watches the girls from the kitchen window, letting them take in the atmosphere :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Perks up :: Certainly. Nijil tr'Korjata: Filter is not cutting off. We don't know it's a transmission. Johnson Kenyon: I'm not sure I understand the purpose of a filter if you don't want to filter it out? Scott Coleridge: Doctors, focus on trying other methods of communication . Telepathic . Symbolic .You can have Ensign Kenyon to help with the technical stuff mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::stopping side conversation to hear he is to work with medical:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::sitting at OPS, drumming his fingers on the console as the red dot blinks.. and blinks... and blinks::: Scott Coleridge: Subcommander, boost sensors and explore your filter idea in case we want that option Chirakis: (two minutes) Nijil tr'Korjata: I can dedicate a processing unit to all of the sensor data we have collected. Alexis McFarland: Dacia> ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: Captain, I know you said your contacts are in the dark . But at least with with Missouri . Try to discover why we are the only two places experiencing this. Scott Coleridge: Everyone clear on their assignments? Chirakis: Yes, Commander. mimipavilion: Yes Johnson Kenyon: Yes, Commander Johnson Kenyon: ::can we use the two sources as a triangulation?,,, thinking:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Needs a third Alexis McFarland: Dacia> Yes Scott Coleridge: Then let's get to it. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/31/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Perfect timing. Well done, everyone. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: 2 hours Chirakis: 2 hours it is. Comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Hopefully our investigations will turn up interesting stuff Chirakis: I am sure there will be some interesting stuff. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: Doctors, what ways do you want to communicate? Chirakis: You need to figure out how you're going to communicate between sims? Chirakis: I suggest setting up a Google doc. or similar. Chirakis: Discord is another avenue. Alexis McFarland: Works for me Chirakis: You may stay and discuss that after dismissal. Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  24. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: The away team has concluded their tour of the Arcadian home world and are now returning back to the Challenger to conduct some surveys of the system and help the Arcadians set up some trade routes with the Federation. TBS was 15 minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::in his office in engineering looking over reports:: Hunter Matheson: ::even with a clean uniform he smells residual evidence of kelp and fish::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, reading his PADD:: Hunter Matheson: ::wondering if he will ever get rid of it as he sets up helm for whatever they're going to do::: Hunter Matheson: ::and hoping it's not under sea somewhere...:::shudders:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations on the bridge :: John Randall: ::finishes reading and arises from his desk, goes out into engineering and surveys the crew:: Cptn Ja'Lale: There's also a mining planet in this system -- Motherlode. They're not aligned with the Federation though we are one of their major trading partners. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the mission info, then mutters:: Right. System survey and trade routes. ::finger snap:: got it. John Randall: ::spots Michaels and walks over to him:: How's it going, Jeff? Hunter Matheson: ::tucks away the mission parameters and checks once more:: Helm reports ready, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, take us out - quarter impulse. Hunter Matheson: One quarter impulse aye. Exiting orbit. :::engines take hold and they move away:: John Randall: Michaels> ::turns to face John:: Hey, Chief. Seems to be business as usual so far. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps onto the bridge, also in a fresh outfit after a relaxing shower. She walks by Kal before taking her seat.:: Hunter Matheson: Do we have coordinates, Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::sniff::::glance to Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: If what I read about Motherlode is true, that's where the Harvey Mudd tried to sell some kind of a love potion to the miners. I say this because Starfleet wants us to check in on them as well, so please set a course to Motherlode. Hunter Matheson: ::whatever that is, it sure ain't fish::: John Randall: ::hears a slight increase in the whine of the engines:: I think we just got underway to wherever we're going next. Let's head over to the pool table, hmm? Hunter Matheson: Motherlode, aye. Checking coordinates. Set in. Course changed to Motherlode. Hunter Matheson: Still at one quarter impulse. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Very good. It's close by, so we won't need to jump to warp on this one. Just a few planets over. John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir. ::laughs as he dodges a mock punch from Randall, and they make their way to the main console:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Steady as she goes. Dyan Sylvanis: Love potion? ::Tries not to laugh.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blinkblink::: Dyan Sylvanis: I have heard about Mudd though. They still have a list of people to watch out for. He is towards the top. Hunter Matheson: ::hard swallow as he forces himself to focus on helm:: John Randall: ::the two men find stations at the console and they begin checking systems:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Thinking about the food :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, love potion. ::reading up on the logs regarding that mission:: Mr. Spock fell in love with Nurse Chapel.. Hunter Matheson: ::general comment:: Good to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, he is still one of the Federation's most wanted. But, I don't know if they'll ever find him. John Randall: ::pulls up the mission statement at his console and sees that the Challenger is on its way to a nearby planet called Motherlode, which makes him raise his eyebrows:: Dyan Sylvanis: If we are lucky, maybe he is dead. Hunter Matheson: ::blinkturn::: Why would that make us lucky, ma'am? Dyan Sylvanis: Because I've heard things turn out badly if you end up catching him. John Randall: Michaels> ::noticing the change in expression on his CO's face:: Something interesting, Chief? Cptn Ja'Lale: I heard the same as well. Just ask Captain Kirk. Hunter Matheson: Um... gotcha. Had a team go out for him once. It didn't work. They came back smelling like roses... literally. So.. yeah. Best we stay away. John Randall: ::turns to him:: Who would name a planet Motherlode? Hunter Matheson: Approaching coordinates, Captain. John Randall: Michaels> ::raises his eyebrows and smiles:: You're joking, right? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hok:: Anything on the bandwidth, Sir? John Randall: ::shakes his head:: Dead serious, Jeff. Cptn Ja'Lale: Drop speed, please. Hunter Matheson: Dropping to one quarter impulse, aye. John Randall: Michaels> ::smile slowly disappears as he realizes John is truly serious:: Wow. Well, I guess with a planetary name like that, this is one time we DON'T need to 'hit the motherlode', eh, sir? ::grins:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps :: Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Motherlode, if you don't remember/didn't see the episode on TAS is a non-aligned mining planet filled with various species mining various heavy metals and other minerals. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please. Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, aye. ::slowly settles it into orbit::: John Randall: ::groans loudly and drops his head into his arms:: I'm gonna write you up for that, you sick, twisted dude. ::groans again as everyone at the console is laughing:: Hunter Matheson: Orbit achieved. Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed by the planet. Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen.. John Randall: ::lifts his head and mock-glares at Michaels:: Take over, Lieutenant, I'm gonna go get some aspirin. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking her screen.:: Hunter Matheson: ::flip, flip, flips the console into stationkeeping and begins standard procedure::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A gruff looking middle aged man appears on screen.. Man> Can I help you? What do you want, are you here to collect your iron ore shipment? John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir. ::Randall groans again as he gets up, shakes his head and heads for his office:: Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes back in the chair, hands on his thighs, checking out the dude on the screen::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the captain :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Err, no. We're here to check in and see how you're doing. Man>. ::looking a bit annoyed:: Well, we're doing fine. If that's all you wanted, then good day. I'm a busy man and don't have time to talk. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the comm goes blank:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Syl:: (w) We're squawking SF. You'd think they know that. Hunter Matheson: Huh. Nice guy. Dvokr chim Hok: They called us. Hunter Matheson: ::nods affirm to Hok::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. Well, at least they don't oppose our presence here.. they probably wondered what we were doing here. Hunter Matheson: Think they've been here too long, Captain? Dyan Sylvanis: Think they would get mad if we looked around? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Yes, I do. But from what I've heard from them, they don't recognize Federation law. I seem to recall they weren't to friendly with the Enterprise crew when they visited the planet. Makes me wonder if they don't get off the planet at all or perhaps visit Arcadia for some R&R. The Arcadians didn't mention anything about that and I didn't think to ask. Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe not, as long as we don't interfere with their mining operations. Hunter Matheson: ::nods::: Um... after a while you get kinda weird. Hunter Matheson: Maybe we should have brought an Arcadian with us, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't even know if they have relations with the Arcadians. Cptn Ja'Lale: Though it would explain where they got all the metal for their buildings from. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Alright, so who's up for an exploration mission on Motherlode? We'll look around and check out their mining then send our reports back to HQ. Dyan Sylvanis: Sounds like fun. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Lost track of time here, next week we'll get ready to beam down to the surface of Motherlode. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS will be an hour. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed.. Have a great long weekend. See you next week
  25. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 31 August 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is zero. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 AM) Aegis local. We are in the middle of a conundrum. Our friendly (or not so friendly) blinking red light in the vicinity of Nebula 236A does not want to stop blinking—a testimony to persistence beyond measure. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will call command (everyone) to the conference room for a meeting to discuss the situation.
  26. Missing Links Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 Ens Jackson called it a lighthouse. Kirel called it a nuisance, an interruption, and a nightmare that they certainly could do without. Even with discussion among those of rank in Command and Control, not much had been accomplished. Kirel stared at the Mission Operations screen as though her glare would make it disappear. It did not, of course, nor did she believe that it actually would, but it did help her to think. And those in CnC recognized that posture as a “Do Not Disturb” sign. They gave her a wide berth. Even her bondmate passed by with no more than a cursory nod. However, his expression was one of distraction and confusion—an expression she had seldom seen. She sighed. Hopefully the puzzle pieces would fit together into a comprehensive image, and soon. Whatever this blinking light is, it is a security threat, and would be so until proven otherwise. -------------------------------------- Chirakis Kirel, Captain SI-5 Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis Stardate 2388.119 Sky Harbor Aegis is experiencing a strange phenomenon that appeared in the vicinity of nebula 236A. The incident began on this date and is ongoing. Every avenue is currently being explored, and as yet there has been no definitive answer. The Situation: A strange light blinks red continuously, at random intervals, in the vicinity of nebula 236A. One crewman described it as resembling “a lighthouse.” The red blinks appear only on the Mission Operations console. When Mission Operations is changed to another console, the red light follows is—meaning that the only console on which this phenomenon occurs is that of Mission Operations. Whether this light is a warning, an attempt to make contact with Aegis, or otherwise has not been determined. No other vessels, colonies, or starbases have reported a similar phenomenon, with the exception of USS Missouri. No reason for that occurrence has been postulated. Investigations are ongoing. Extended Data: Nebula 236A forms a major link from Federation Space and that of the Joint Allied Powers to former Breen space. Nebula 236A is a major conduit for former Breen slaves—both friendly and hostile. Both Task Force Aegis and Strike Force Aegis monitor Joint Allied borders and continue to repel hostile groups. So far, none of these hostile groups has been connected to a blinking red light. This area of Nebula 236A also fosters communication and navigation interruptions. [Refer to: N236A.2388.117.USSMissouri; N236A.2388.117.SHAAegean] Therefore, a warning has been posted for all vessels traveling close to that area. Aegis Computer System does not recognize communication with this red light. However, the blinking light seems to respond to our communication system. For instance, sending a message in Morse code has elicited a response in kind. Whether this is an actual response or a mirror of the message has yet to be determined. Regular reports forthcoming. If regular reports do not arrive on time, consider Aegis hostile territory and approach as such for investigation. Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 Computer encrypt, priority Alpha Send to Rendezvous October Riov t’Alani ----------------------------------------- After sending the report, Kirel turned to watch the Operations console continue to blink. It was time to “circle the wagons” as some Terrans say— though she did not completely understand its meaning. As Chief of Security, she was bound to respectfully approach Captain Ramson and request a command meeting to discuss the matter. For the sake of those not familiar with security’s parlance, she sketched out a suggested plan of discussion and forwarded it to Captain Ramson and Commander Coleridge. Suggested Plan of Discussion—Command Meeting 2388.119 - Sky Harbor Aegis We are witnessing a red area, flashing as though it were a lighthouse. The light seems to be emanating from nebula 236A, but that is not certain. The flashing could be in the nebula, close to the nebula, or even coming from the other side of the nebula. Is the light meant to be a warning, as would a lighthouse? Is it trying to send a message? Is it a lure similar to that of bioluminescent creatures found on several planets? That sector has a posted warning because something in it causes navigation and communication interruptions. Are the red dots linked to the absence of something rather than the presence of something? When we respond to the light, the same sequence responds— meaning that if we send two flashes, the response is two flashes. However, our computer does not recognize the blinking as any known code. We are not detecting any abnormal patterns in the energy relays that might be related to the light. Are sentient creatures trying to communicate? Is the light technologically responding to what we send? Are we sending a flash to a mirror? The red blinks appear only on the Mission Operations console. When Aegis OPS is moved to a different console, the blinking moves with it. Is it technologically attached to Mission OPS? Why only Mission OPS? It has not been reported by any other ships or stations. USS Missouri is experiencing the same phenomenon. Why are Aegis and Missouri experiencing the phenomenon? Is there a commonality between Aegis and USS Missouri. If so, what is the commonality?
  27. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51808.27 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. Sci and Eng have discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of the moon. It soon became calm on Titan, as its orbit moved it out of the destructive energy. A9 went to the dome to help coordinate the relief effort and the ship stayed at the energy nexus, to discover the source and figure a way to defuse or redirect it before Titan returns to it. Sci discovered the disruption is made of Anti- Verterons, making this the termination of a wormhole. The moon came back to the nexus (and the Manticore) just as the colony is cut loose from the surface to flood in liquefied Titan soil, all set to vibrate in sync with the seismic disruptions. At the same time, the ship flooded the nexus with a huge dose of Anti-Verterons, in order to open the wormhole. It looked to be an overly-complicated solution, until our sensors detected a half-dozen alien craft coming through the wormhole. Complications, still with us - Solution, not so much. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1000, STARDATE 51808.27 = /\ =
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