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  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |16 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1720 hours (5:20 PM) Aegis local. After a harrowing 4 hour experience aboard the Dahlem Ship, Voad, the away team returns to find out that they were gone less than an hour. Because the away team was “reporting some very disturbing perceptual discrepancies”, Commander Coleridge has ordered a thorough medical examination for the team members: Cpt Chirakis, Dr. Pavilion, LtCdr Tarisa, and Ens Dran. Captain Chirakis left Commander Coleridge a datachip that holds information on their experience. The the team’s tricorders also have information that might be of use.
  3. A Wrinkle in Time* Cpt Chirakis Kirel Lt Jeremy Garand Her left boot pushed the chair precisely one meter from the desk as Kirel began to flip her stylus from one hand to the other at least six times a minute—not that she ever kept count. The movement was spontaneous, as spontaneous as it would be if she grabbed her knife and flicked it into the opposite wall, something she would rather do than mindlessly flip the stylus. However, attempting such a maneuver was close to impossible—not for her to achieve, but for a few other reasons. The station was fairly new, the damage would have to have an explanation, and the wall was made of the titanium alloy that Security demanded. The door chime distracted her for a fraction of a second, though it did not disrupt her cadence. Given the circumstances and Commander Coleridge’s pending debrief, she wondered if she should ignore it… except that it was Lt Garand, her primary source of station information and rumor. If she ignored him without cause he could engage the emergency release, and if he did not engage the emergency release she would miss all the rumors. “Come,” she sighed, pressing the release as she stood to wander toward her private bar. “Ale, or something stronger, Lieutenant?” “And a good evening to you, Captain,” he greeted as he stepped in and allowed the door to close behind him. “That sounded like more than a suggestion, eh Cap’n?” “You are correct.” “I’m game.” He shrugged. “Do I have a choice?” “No.” She poured, then handed him a glass and replied to his expression, “Enl’licdh’a. Not negotiable. Sit.” It wasn’t often that Garand relaxed in the office. He usually came for business, and Kirel was determined that this evening they would discuss nothing of consequence. She’d had enough of that lately. Sindarin brandy gave her office an almost decadent aroma: like the atmosphere of Drankum’s after midnight, but a little more cultured, a little more more sophisticated. The brandy danced on the palate, slipped down smoothly, and crept stealthily into the brain’s frontal lobe to stimulate focus and intelligence. The station’s rumor mill was always grinding, especially when it came to command, and even moreso when it came to Captain Chirakis’ stash. Kirel was sure he had heard the rumors and wondered if he knew the difference between Enl’licdh and Enl’licdh’a. Apparently he did. “Very good, Captain,” said Garand, smiling. “Excellent. Enl’licdh’a. Amazing stuff.” The brandy sloshed easily around the glass before he enjoyed another sip, allowing it to sit on his palate for a second or two. “I’m going to guess that you’re either on the way to a meeting, are about to write a report, or…” “...have a debrief,” she finished for him. Not having seen the latest episode of As Aegis Turns, he was somewhat startled. “What time is it, Lieutenant?” she asked, casually swishing her brandy. “The time?” He seemed surprised at the sudden change in discussion. “The time.” She pointed her goblet toward the chronograph on the wall. “It’s… seventeen hundred hours, Captain.” “Is it? Are you sure?” After checking it several times against his wrist chrono, his confusion melted into a grin. “As sure as I can be, Captain.” Pulling up her left sleeve to reveal her personal chrono, she asked, “What time did you say it is?” “It’s…. No,” he scoffed, now pointing with his glass. “You changed the time on your chrono, Captain. Why?” His grin broadened into a chuckle. “I did not change it, Lieutenant. Which means that you will have to excuse me. I have a debriefing to attend to in approximately… four hours ago.” _________________ *With apologies to Madeleine L'Engle
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  5. Thanks to StarTrek.com for giving a preview of comic #2 of this series. WARNING PAST THIS POINT IS SPOILER LAND! You have been warned. I am surprised Spock didn't blow his ever loving Vulcan mind to quote McCoy. A mind meld is a dangerous thing with another being under any circumstances, but with Optimus Prime that's like V'Ger on steroids! All V'Ger knew all that was knowable and it had been around for what 200-400 years? Prime himself has been around for a few MILLION, then add the power of the matrix! The matrix for the uninformed is several things in one. It contains all the wisdom of the past leaders of the Autobots. It is also a part of the life force of Primus, the one who gave the Transformers life, he gave them life to fight Unicron. Literally the power of something some might call a god. There is Spock just mind melding with it like it was another Saturday morning. I won't be surprised if this doesn't affect Spock somehow, since if V'Ger knocked him flat on his back in the movie, Prime has to do that if not more. Now the countdown resumes for issue #2 to hit newsstands!
  6. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1008, STARDATE 51811.12 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. By flooding the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons, the wormhole was forced open. A small Federation fleet encountered a group of small alien craft that came though, but only one survived some Federation ego/posturing and weaponry. We sent a boarding party to that damaged ship and discovered it is an "organic" technology. It repaired itself with some of our bio-neural gel packs and soon a massive alien ship came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and told the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship. It proceeded to absorb the repaired craft and the wreckage of the other small ships and it shared details about the wormhole's structure and stability. A9 has flown the Pegasus through it and the Fed ships stand vigil for something to happen with aliens, the wormhole or A9. As they wait a week. the Shiloh is back. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1008, STARDATE 51811.12= /\ = 181112.log
  7. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1008, STARDATE 51811.12 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. By flooding the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons, the wormhole was forced open. A small Federation fleet encountered a group of small alien craft that came though, but only one survived some Federation ego/posturing and weaponry. We sent a boarding party to that damaged ship and discovered it is an "organic" technology. It repaired itself with some of our bio-neural gel packs and soon a massive alien ship came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and told the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship. It proceeded to absorb the repaired craft and the wreckage of the other small ships and it shared details about the wormhole's structure and stability. A9 has flown the Pegasus through it and the Fed ships stand vigil for something to happen with aliens, the wormhole or A9. As they wait a week. the Shiloh is back. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1008, STARDATE 51811.12= /\ =
  8. SD 1111.2018 The Excalibur has left orbit of Maraxis IV and has dropped off the Director on the Kaedwan homeworld; we are now headed back towards Federation space.
  9. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur continues to orbit Marxis IV, where they are assisting in the offload of a number of goods. Medical has been tasked with checking in with the locals to determine if they have any outstanding needs; Science is completing a study of the planet and its unusual lack of normal water; engineering and operations are assisting in the off load of materials. It has been an otherwise, unremarkable few days. Questions? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: bridge, comfortably slung across his chair, monitoring the goings on :: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, leading Tork through a few things, explaining stuff::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is at the bridge science station collecting data, coordinating with the ground team... :: Cptn Swain: @::Taking advantage of it being a non-dangerous mission, Asher had transported to the surface and was checking out the beach nearest the settlement. Of course it was only about 7 Celsius and you had to have on a breather, but you know it was still better than being cooped up on the bridge:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: has joined the ground team today :: Maryse Dubois: @ :;Checking in at the local medical complex.:: Tandaris Admiran: @::on the surface, supervising the engineering officers facilitating the transportation:: William Chocox: ::is monitoring the Engineering system on Excal:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Cooped up on the bridge and wondering why she was getting all the crap jobs when she wasn't the one that screwed up.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives on the bridge:: Irene! I wondered if you wanted to switch roles today. I am feeling a little under the weather and it’s so cold and ... I mean lovely so lovely on the surface. And how many times are you going to get to see something like this in person? Why don't you go a join the surface team, I can handle this. Hakran K'hal: @ :: at a wet(ter)lands location a few miles away from the main location, watching the biologists chitter about how the flora has adapted to the heavy water :: Cptn Swain: @ ::Nominally he was taking samples of ocean water with drones, but he'd also brought down a chase lounge and was reading a book while the drones did their work.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Walking and assisting Dubois :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was surprised at the sudden entry of Issaha to the bridge. She jumped to her feet. :: "Oh! Hey. Well, had enough of the surface, I guess? :: She looked expectantly to the commander. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: tail lazily loops around :: Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on Tork, one eye on their status in the system::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda turned to look between Irene and Issaha.:: I don't have any objection if you'd like to go down and have a look, Ensign Mincine. Just don't let the Rihan con you into anything you don't want to do. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: To Dr. Dubois :: This is a unique environment, for sure. Hakran K'hal: @ :: shakes head, starts trudging back to the main site before he gets a headache from biospeak :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods.:: It sure is. Hopefully we can stay out of the rain for a while. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::blushes, putting on his best innocent face:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks up :: We have rain on Denobula, but nothing like this, even in the heaviest of seasons. Irene Mincine: :: She looked back to Issaha at Miranda's statement. :: "I'll try not to. I'd love to get off this bridge for a while. Just don't forget I'm not the only one down there, Issaha. I'll go get ready and transport down to Lt. K'hal's group." Tandaris Admiran: @::+Excalibur+ Admiran to Ops. Transport batch 12-alpha complete. Everything seems to be going smoothly so far. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Tandaris+ Acknowledged. William Chocox: Beware Romulans bearing gifts. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Is that a racism? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::slides behind the science console:: Hunter Matheson: ::stretches, rocking back in his chair, then stands for a while::: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looking over a copy of their medical protocols :: William Chocox: Possibly. And if so I apologize. Irene Mincine: :: Irene quietly slips off to the turbolift, getting ready to go down to the planet... :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: returns to the main site and the science "headquarters" :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It isn't racist if it is accurate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced down at her data padd and sighed, tossing it onto the console next to her. Her fingers drummed loudly on her armrest.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Opens his mouth to protest, but sighs. She wasn't wrong.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Receiving Area+ Batch 13-beta transport commencing. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: more lazy tail-swooping :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: to Dubois :: They have made some interesting advances, even compared to the sum of Federation medicine. Irene Mincine: :: Irene transports down to the science headquarters wearing the breather and environmental protection, picking up an @ along the way. :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Has a seat in the waiting area. Nods to Indaura.:: It seems so. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It should probably be re-worded as "beware anyone bearing unexpected gifts." Cptn Swain: ACTION> The main settlement is a collection of transparent aluminum buildings and domes. It's rather sci-fi, and mostly surrounded by rocks and sand. An ever-present fog hangs just around the compound. Hunter Matheson: ::standing behind his console, taking a good look at the planet, wondering how anyone could live there without potable water::: Tandaris Admiran: @::leaves the engineering team to its work and walks further into the settlement:: Hunter Matheson: ::or maybe it is potable, just that they have to make it potable:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: notes Irene beam in :: The Commander un-grounded you, then? Well welcome to the Dampening. :: looks a bit like a furry Bane with the Caitian-designed breather unit :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't know... I like surprise gifts, especially gadgets. Hunter Matheson: :::tilting his head while he thinks::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: makes a mental note :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not gizmos, though. I've got those aplenty. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I did meet a fellow Rihan on the surface. Apparently a member of our science directorate was sent here to also study the planet. Hunter Matheson: ::catches the gizmo thing, turns::: William Chocox: Oh really? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: He wasn't very friendly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::Arrives on the bridge with his security escort, looking a bit out of sorts.:: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene examines the surroundings of the science camp after beaming in. She was wearing a standard Starfleet breather, which worked equally well for humans and half-Klingons. :: "Thanks. I'm excited to get going with some science down here. What's up?" Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: So.. what's the difference between a gizmo and a gadget, Commander? Hunter Matheson: ::seeing the Jovad guy return, he gets back to work::: Hunter Matheson: (lag here) William Chocox: A gadget is useful, a gizmo is a gimmick. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How it is used, obviously. ::Slight smirk at Hunter. She threw a glance at the director as he approached and stood to meet him.:: Director, something I can do for you? Hakran K'hal: @ The bio team is enjoying looking at the stunted spindles that count as swamp grass here. About as complicated as the biology gets, naturally. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho, on a sigh:: Copy that, sir. Cptn Swain: ::Putting down his book, he took a look at the status of the drones, and made an adjustment on their ocean water gathering:: Cptn Swain: @* Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Waits as well :: Interesting that they wish to examine us...but it will be good to observe their procedures. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene sighed. :: "Not much to look at for me, I guess. Still, I bet the organic chemistry is interesting... and I hated being stuck on the bridge for 3 days." :: She pulled out her tricorder and made a quick scan of the area. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::Clasping his hands.:: Yes, well, I was wondering what was taking so long? I thought we would only be here a day or two at the most, but I understand that your crew are still down on the surface? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork looks up from his work but Kal gives him a "don't go there" look:: Hakran K'hal: @ Feel free to go join them, or the Captain is doing ocean water collection, should be some interesting microbiology in there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slight tilt of her head.:: Yes, they are. They are still studying the planet while the last of the goods are transported down. Is there a problem? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> Ah... well... er... not a problem, exactly, but it is a rather toxic place. The heavy water... you know... William Chocox: We're taking precautions. Irene Mincine: @ "That was usually a euphemism for sunbathing for me... but not on this planet. Not sure if the captain wants company or not. Maybe I'll stick with the bio team..." :: Irene pondered for a moment, then noticed she was shivering. :: "Is it always this cold?" Hakran K'hal: @ At this time of year, apparently. Hakran K'hal: @ :: hasn't noticed, fur has its advantages :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.::: Yes, we are taking all the proper precautions. Our medical team is monitoring our crew, as well. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> After all, your people have been clever enough to colonize here, I'm sure we can bumble around for a few days. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the convo, uneasy about the director's anxiety::: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods... :: "I think I'd like the heavy water ocean better than looking at sea grass. I'll let you know if I run into any problems." :: She looks at her padd for a second, then wanders off in the direction of the coast. :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: follows Irene out but takes a turn to the right and heads into the medical tent :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> Oh.... I suppose... that's fine then. ::Doesn't look convinced. He threw a worried glance at the main viewer.:: I would just caution your crew to stay away from the larger bodies of water. William Chocox: You have your own version of the Loch Ness Monster? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: tilts head at Will :: Hunter Matheson: ::slow turn, listening::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::keeping an eye on the teams, but since virtually all eukaryotes found it impossible to live in a heavy water only environment, there was much in the way of lifeforms.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::Sharp glance at Chocox.:: Monsters? Ahh.... of course not. There are just more contaminants. ::Slight nervous laugh.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hm..::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Contaminants... right. Well, thank you for the warning, Director. We will pass that along. Hakran K'hal: @ :: glances around for one of the doctors :: William Chocox: ::looks over at Rhan:: Is that a human only reference? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> Good, good. And... when will the transfer be complete? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I know precisely what you're talking about because I grew up on Earth. Just not sure how well it was going to translate from Standard to Kaedwani. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Apparently, the term 'monster' translates quite well. ::Noting the man's reaction.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::Winces again.:: The transfer? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene arrived at the big ocean. Even if it wasn't a very hospitable planet, it was always nice to see an endless body of water in real life! She dipped a gloved hand in the heavy water, collecting some into a small sample container and clasping the lid shut. :: "Aaaah... water... real water..." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> We have five major shipments remaining, Director. Give about 35 minutes per transfer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Thank you, Mister K'hal. Director, would you like to visit the lounge while you wait? Or will you be returning to your room? Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: It's probably megalodon. No big deal. Cptn Swain: @ ::Looking at the scans coming back from the drones he lifted a brow:: That's interesting. A much higher concentration of Archaea than I would have expected. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: One of their people comes to take readings from Indaura :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> My room is quite comfortable, thank you. Please inform me when we're leaving. ::Turns abruptly and heads for the lift with his security team.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::looking at the Starfleet crew with an almost Vulcan brow lift:: A ... what? Hunter Matheson: ::Cho:: Guy sounds like the planet's gonna explode any minute. ::headshake:: William Chocox: Megalodon was a massive shark in Earth's prehistoric past. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Well, he's still got a bee buzzing around in his bonnet. William Chocox: I'm now interested in what's hidden in the water. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. Pretty cool dude, too. Snapped the largest thing you can think of in two with one chomp. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in Romulan:: They are very strange. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: also in Romulan, though heavily accented :: You have no idea. Hunter Matheson: ::in Romulan:: Yeah, they are. Indaura Ryssan: @ Oh, that tingles. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene was oblivious to the captain, lost in her own world at the moment. :: "I wish we could swim in it... definitely a bad idea though..." Hunter Matheson: ::turns back to helm:: Awesome set of teeth. Cptn Swain: Issaha> :tips his head at Hunter and wonders if he knows what he said in Romulan or not, but decides to simply turn the other cheek:: Anyway it's unlike there would be any large lifeforms in the ocean. Hunter Matheson: ::turns back::: What makes you say that? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Heavy water disrupts eukaryote life. Hakran K'hal: @ Rhan> Commander, concerning the Director's... warning. The Captain is located at a "large body of water." Do you want me to contact him? Hunter Matheson: Yeah, but this isn't a normal planet. Things adapt. Can't be sure that there's nothing down there. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts his brow:: Possible, yes; but highly unlikely. I Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took her seat again and drummed her fingers on her armrest again. She glanced at Rhan, pondering his news, and the silence stretched longer than it should. Finally, she nodded.:: Yes, inform him just in case. And speed up the transports, if you please. Direct other resources, if needed. I'd rather not discover what's making the Director so nervous. William Chocox: I'd hate to see what an archaebacteria that size. Hakran K'hal: @ :: since medical is apparently busy analyzing data, decides to come back later and heads back out to find Irene :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Commander. William Chocox: Of course we'd find some way to turn a milk run transport mission into a conspiracy of some kind. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ Excalibur to Captain Swain. Hunter Matheson: :::slight smirk as he turns back to Tork's work:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I suppose bacteria could evolve into a colony of some sort, but it's not like that is going to turn into a.. what was the word you people used... shark? William Chocox: Probably not. Cptn Swain: @+Hak+ Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ Director Jovad just gave us a very nervous, vague and altogether suspicious warning that people should stay away from, and I quote: "large bodies of water." Something about "extra contaminants" but if he was giving us the whole truth, then I'm a megalodon. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Sits there silently :: Hm, this is a different kind of examination. I feel warm. Hunter Matheson: ::turns back:: Megalodon, sir. Big shark that could eat half this Akira. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene collects a few more sample containers full of the ocean water and packs them away into a slung container. :: "That should be enough for some microbiological scans." William Chocox: It was not that big Matheson. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: arrives at the beach and joins Irene :: Quick work. Hunter Matheson: Sorry, sir. I'll try to not exaggerate. William Chocox: Could eat a shuttle though. Irene Mincine: @ "Thanks. That sure is a lot of heavy water. How do you think it all got here?" Cptn Swain: @ ::Frowns:: +Hak+ I am assuming he's concerned about the high number of archaea in the water, which you absolutely don't want to drink. Unless you want to spend the next week or so puking your guts out... or worse. But noted. We should have everyone go through decon when we're back. I am guessing he doesn't want anything to happen to any of our people. It would look bad on him -- and they do want a better relationship with our people. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ So noted, sir. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. Shuttle works. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Could it eat the Captain's Yacht? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Asking for a friend.:: William Chocox: Maybe if it was hungry. Cptn Swain: @ ::Makes a note on the drone flight path, and heads back to gather his chair and book. The drones could report in without him babysitting next to the ocean, he supposed.:: Hunter Matheson: Well, ma'am, the jaw section spreads about 14 meters in the one they found. Hunter Matheson: Maybe not the whole yacht, but it would probably take a good bite out of it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Was this io of the creatures humans drove to extinction with their unbridled greed and capitalistic urges? Hakran K'hal: @ That's a good question. Our scans of the rest of the system don't indicate an excess of deuterium, or free neutrons. Hunter Matheson: ::snorts at the Romulan's political statement::: William Chocox: It was extinct long before humanity as you know us came o be. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts a brow at the snort:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks at her examiner :: Let me know how I'm doing. Hunter Matheson: Anyway, they figure 50 to 70 tons of hungry fish. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I see. Irene Mincine: @ "For all we know someone terraformed it this way." :: Shrug. :: "Either way, this much deuterium in one place could be pretty valuable as a strategic resource." Hakran K'hal: @ Which explains why there's a Romulan here not named N'Dak. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho:: It was extinct on earth. Not necessarily everywhere in the universe. Hunter Matheson: Nature makes a way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Lost opportunity. )) Hunter Matheson: ;::turns back to Tork:: Yeah. That works. Hunter Matheson: Wrap it up and we'll test it in the holodeck first chance we get. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Looking at the science console again, he continued to monitor the teams on the surface:: Hakran K'hal: @ But anyway, let's get back to the HQ and start testing this. Not much more we can do. Irene Mincine: @ "Yeah. I'm going to grab some soil samples around here. I'll catch up with you, if that's all right." Hakran K'hal: @ Just don't get eaten my a horde of hungry microbacteria. You know I hate extra paperwork. Hunter Matheson: ::all kidding aside, he's really curious about that director guy and worried about the team on planet::: Irene Mincine: @ "I'll try, sir." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: gets the transports sped up as much as Federationly possible :: Hunter Matheson: ::turning toward the Cdr:: They take high power weapons down there, ma'am? Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. Open Personal Log, Admiral Atragon-9, assigned "old man" status for USS Manticore, NCC-5852-A, password ********* {whirr, click} I have entered the wormhole maintained and generated by the Ilus. What I didn't explain to the Command staff of Manticore is what the Ilus had already transmitted to my exoskel suit after it had made the direct connection with the ship. Without specific alterations or protection, no Federation ship or organic representative could survive the transit. Standard probes would be destroyed and this would lead to the Federation declaring the wormhole off limits. However, I could make the transit with the augmentations provided to my suit, once it was connected to the Pegasus. Sure, I could had a big meeting with the crew, but that would have given Sovak too much time to ponder and McFly too much ammunition to say it's too dangerous a risk to take myself. And speaking of ammo, Kansas would have probably chained herself to me and strapped on grenades just to prove her worthiness to protect me (wait, no... I mean... hmm) I had to do this alone and Fast! Plugging my suit into the Pegasus allowed for the alterations to protect the hull just before I crossed the event horizon. As I have continued the transit, the Pegasus continues to undergo more enhancements; I wonder if it will even register as a Federation ship by the time I return. The transit is wreaking havoc on the ship's recording and sensor equipment, I don't have any viable information on where I'm going. I'm hoping this is just due to the transit itself and the ongoing Pegasus modifications. I should have waited until the mods were complete before diving in, but I couldn't chance some foolhardy "rescue" attempt by the crew. My suit systems are now working well, so I have hopes the Pegasus equipment will also catch up and adapt to the alterations. An interesting data set is being collected by my exoskel bio-sensors. If I believe the displays, time is passing normally for the ship and my mind, but not so for my body. I entered the wormhole three days ago, but the bio sensors tell me that my body has aged eight years. I always wanted to go for distinguished grey at the temples look, I just wanted to get there at the usual pace. At this rate, I will have to face a lot of 'I told you so' looks from the crew when I get back, if my eyes are still working at that age! Getting back - yeah, I don't really have a plan for that. I hope there is a clear re-entry point for me at the other end of the wormhole, so I *CAN* get back - boy, how old will I be then? Or does the aging reverse on the reverse trip? Yeah, yeah, I should have brought a whole team, but they don't have the altered carbon needed to survive the voyage. Really, none of this will matter if I don't keep my sanity. I am a very social animal and this extended 'alone time' is starting to get to me. Thank goodness for my collection of Rebo and Zooty episodes, if I can laugh, I don't feel so cut off. I wonder how long this trip will take? I only have a few more days of R&Z shows. Then it's re-runs and on to Kilgore Trout dramatizations, this could get rough! EOM, EOT {whurr, clunk}
  11. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 11/9/18 =/\= 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 20 minutes. The time is 1520 hours (3:20 PM) Aegis local. The away team is aboard the Dahlem ship, Voad. Captain Aayrn and Science Officer Lieutenant Kagih are explaining their technology. On Aegis, it is business as usual. Things are running along smoothly. So far. No symbol for Aegis. # For the Voad @ For the children Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::finishing up in Drankum's bar:: Lawliet: ::walking off the turbolift onto the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending the shop down in Medical:: Kallah Ramson: ::still in her office, reports pushed aside, meditating.:: Tarisa: # ::Impressed with what she is seeing, but feels that something is slightly...off.:: mimipavilion: #::on the Voad:: Chirakis: # ::on Voad, observing:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::taking notes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Alexis McFarland: @::exploring the farm:: Scott Coleridge: ::in command on the CnC:: Annisha: @ :: At the outer edges of the farm, the central spire out of view :: Johnson Kenyon: ::bringing up next work order on the list:: Alexis McFarland: @ It's a very big farm Lawliet: ::walks over to Coleridge:: Been a while. Fletcher Jackson: ::Scott:: Nothing happening with the Dahlem ship, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: {{Oh... remembering that I'd already finished and stopped by to get some scent samples}} Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Yes. I know what it's like to get caught up in a special project. How is that going? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the systems all over the station :: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, then grins, seeing Cdr Lawliet come up for air: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Tactical is manned by old man Cayne :: Chirakis: # ::strides slowly around the complex, taking note of several things, then stops by Mimi:: Doctor, anything new? Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Appreciate the update. Lawliet: ::looks over at Scott:: Slowly...that and having to familiarize myself with all the command protocols that come with this new rank. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::a quiet aside to Tarisa:: What do you think so far? Fletcher Jackson: ::Scott:: Yes, sir. Tarisa: # It is...quite interesting. But does it not seem very familiar to you? Alexis McFarland: @ ::stands by Annisha and Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the perfume shop, heading to Main engineering:: Annisha: @@ :: Peers :: Can't see it Tae'Lynn Dran: # Not really familiar. But, very sterile. Alexis McFarland: @ What can't you see? I just see grass and fields. Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Oh, right. Command protocols. I should probably do that one of these days. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Points:: I see a bird. Oh and some blowing leaves. ::Points at something in the far distance.:: Scott Coleridge: Have you been keeping an eye on the goings on up here? ::gestures at the visual of the Voad up on the main display:: mimipavilion: #::Chirakis:: Their methods are different. But having bacteria that can mend and/or heal, I don't know what to make of that. Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh. Chirakis: # That is interesting. Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Red lights suddenly flash from every corner of Voad's science complex. Dahlem scientists, including Lt Kagih, stop and seem to be listening to something. Everyone but Lt Kagih slips on a white cosmic protective suit and leaves. # ACTION AEGIS> Aegis does not see anything unusual. mimipavilion: #::nods:: Chirakis: # ::looks up, alarmed:: Scott Coleridge: ::continues not seeing anything unusual:: mimipavilion: #::looks up and concerned:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Look at how their consoles are set....::Perks up as she looks at the lights.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving in main engineering:: Lawliet: ::gives a slightly confused expression:: I...::sighs::...some what. I understand these what are they called? The Dahlem? Scott Coleridge: That's them. Tae'Lynn Dran: # What, what's going on? Alexis McFarland: @ I see the birds. They sure like whatever's on the field. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Captain Chirakis, your team must put these on. ::hands out white cosmic protection::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking to check in with Nijil:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Our fleet is is under attack. Lawliet: Right. I understand their like us, but not like us. As contradicting as that sounds. Tarisa: # ::Curious glance.:: Chirakis: # ::slips on her suit:: Your fleet? mimipavilion: #::takes the white cosmic protection suit and puts it on:: Tarisa: # ::Takes a suit, putting it on.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::not sure what to make of that but puts the suit on anyways:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Yes, Captain. We will be going through the conduit. Please, everyone sit and strap yourselves in. Tarisa: # ::Looks to Chirakis.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Kenyon to Subcommander tr'Korjata. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> The conduit will be fast, but it might make you nauseated. We will enter at the edge of the fleet. Scott Coleridge: They are explorers like us, but their society—at least the exploration part—seems quite different from ours. Their technology is manifestly advanced over ours. But, like the Federation, they try their best not to interfere with other cultures. Chirakis: # ::nods, says to the others:: Do are you are directed. Chirakis: # ::sits to strap herself in::: Tarisa: # ::Nods, taking a seat.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: #::::follows orders:: Scott Coleridge: They are the same aliens who rescued the Vladivostok survivors. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ken+ Go ahead mimipavilion: #::nods to Chirakis and takes a seat and straps in:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Sir, I've completed a few work orders and wanted to check in. Are you in your office? Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::seems to be listening to something:: Stand by for acceleration. Lawliet: ::nods:: Well...with everything we've been though, it's nice to meet someone who doesn't want to shoot at us. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::recording with her tricorder:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Voad slips instantly into the conduit. It is bumpy and nauseating. They come out the other side on the edge of the fight. Lawliet: ::walks over to the replicator:: Iced Tea. Tarisa: # ::Noting Kagih's expressions.:: Are all broadcasts telepathic? Chirakis: #ACTION> Aegis suddenly loses temporary contact with the Voad, but will not see it leave. In fact, the ship appears to be there, at stationkeeping. Tae'Lynn Dran: #::interested to see how grounded their fears of cosmic rays is:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ken+ I'm just at the main engineering table. Tarisa: # ::Ears lowered as she fights nausea.:: Lawliet: ::grabs his glass and walks back to the center of the room:: Chirakis: # ::is not often nauseated, but this is one of those times when she is:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::watches some hover tractors plough and cultivate some open fields:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Oh, oh that's very unpleasant. mimipavilion: #::fights her nausea, considering she's a doctor:: Annisha: @ Look at them go... Tarisa: @ Miana> Wow Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh Chirakis: # Indeed. Very unpleasant. mimipavilion: #ugh it is indeed. Johnson Kenyon: ::wander to the Main Engineering table:: Alexis McFarland: @. ::Drinks some juice Annisha's grandmother gave them:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The ship rocks as they enter the battle. A large screen on the wall shows Voad and other Dahlem ships engaging several very strange looking ships. The battle is fierce. Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Have you had an opportunity to meet our new science officer? Tarisa: # ::Glad she did not have a heavy lunch.:: Chirakis: # ::Kagih:: Does this happen often? mimipavilion: #::looks at the screen:: Ok then. That's not good. Lawliet: ::takes a brief sip:: No, well...I have seen them while I've been in my office. Hum? Chirakis: # Indeed it is not good. Tae'Lynn Dran: # What did we get ourselves into here? Tarisa: # ::Frowns as she watches the screen.:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> No. Seldom. When when it does happen, we defend ourselves well. Scott Coleridge: She seems quite competent so far. You could ask Mr. Jackson for a more... thorough... appraisal. ::sarcastic tone:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> We will act as a medical vessel unless we are fired upon.. which. :::jerked around by a hit:: Is happening now. Lawliet: ::looks at Jackson:: Mr. Jackson? Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Please be sure your belts are tight. Fletcher Jackson: ::turns:: Sir? mimipavilion: #::checks the straps to make sure their tight:: Lawliet: ::looks at Scott and back at Jackson:: What do you think of or our new science officer? Scott Coleridge: Yes, Mr. Jackson. What *do* you think? ::teasing:: Fletcher Jackson: Uh... she's very competent, sir. She knows her stuff. ::glance to Scott and swallows hard::: Fletcher Jackson: She does... uh... botanical things I think. Fletcher Jackson: ::blush:: Lawliet: ::shifts his eyes back and forth:: I see. Well... ::takes a drink:: ...I should take the opportunity to meet her soon. Is she currently on the away team? Alexis McFarland: @ ::Sits down on a bench somewhere:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The fight goes on for several hours. The away team is worn down by direct hits from the opposition. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down next to Nijil:: mimipavilion: #::looks at Chirakis, wonders if she feels as useless as she does:: Tarisa: # ::Seems a little drowsy.:: Scott Coleridge: Yes. We decided to send more than one science officer over for redundancy. Fletcher Jackson: ::slowly lets out a breath:: Scott Coleridge: I also have a spare engineer now in case of emergency... Fletcher Jackson: :::seriously wants a donut::: Tarisa: # ::Tail barely moving as she gives a slight yawn.:: Annisha: @ :: Sits :: Wonder why the bench is here... It's quiet.. Lawliet: ::nods:: Given the circumstances I agree. Alexis McFarland: @Sometimes it's nice to have somewhere to sit. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Plops on the bench.:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The fight comes to a sudden halt and it seems like the opposition is in retreat. The red lights turn to green. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Even though the computer can look at tactical far faster than he, Cayne liked to look for himself :: Chirakis: # ::Looks at Kagih:: Tarisa: # ::Perks up slightly at the light change.:: mimipavilion: #::looks around as the red lights turn green:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::lets out a breath:: We are safe. They are gone. ::listens:: A few injuries. No major damage to our ships. mimipavilion: #::looks at Kagih:: That's good to hear. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Keep your belts on. We are preparing to return as we came. Tae'Lynn Dran: # Who was attacking? mimipavilion: #::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching Nijil:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::listens:: Unknown. At least I am not familiar with this species. Lawliet: ::finishes his tea and puts it back in the replicator:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Prepare to enter the conduit. Tarisa: # ::Frowns, not wanting to feel that nausea again.:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Another rough, bumpy ride for about 5 minutes, then bleep, they are home. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::closes her eyes and holds on tight:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Kenyon :: How is the station on your way back? mimipavilion: #::slowly breaths in and out during the ride:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Oh, by the Three that's no way to travel! Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I certainly got a better view of it than in Main Engineering... I had no idea there was this Commerce deck Fletcher Jackson: Dahlem ship signal is clearing up, Commander. Clear as a bell. Chirakis: #ACTION VOAD> The Voad returns from the fight after having been gone for several hours. The away team knows that they were gone for several hours. However, the Aegis' chronograph will note that only a few seconds have passed. Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station and reviews a the recent reports:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Good, good. I will continue not to notice anything unusual occurring. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Looks like there was someone tampering with a Dabo wheel and damaged it Fletcher Jackson: ::trying to process what he said, then::: Aye, sir. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> You may unstrap and remove your cosmic suits. May I get you some drinks? Fletcher Jackson: ::goes back to work::: Lawliet: ::looks up and walks back to Scott:: Problem? Tarisa: # ::Gets up from the seat slowly, stretching really big.:: Scott Coleridge: The opposite, in fact. Scott Coleridge: Everything is fine. mimipavilion: #::unstraps and removes the suit:: I do have some medication that will help with our nausea, ::looks at the others:: that's if they want it. Lawliet: ::looks at the display and back at Scott:: Ah ha... Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::rubbing her head:: I think I'll be okay. Chirakis: # Perhaps we should contact Aegis and explain our absence. ::Mimi:: Thank you, Doctor. And yes, I will have whatever drink will help with... the trip. Tarisa: # ::Once done stretching, she removes her suit.:: I would like some water please. Alexis McFarland: @ ::eating some of the snacks Annisha's grandma made for them:: mimipavilion: #::nods:: I'll be ok. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::hands Tarisa some water, Chirakis some mineral water and what appears to be a tricorder but is actually a communication device::: Press the green button to contact Aegis, Captain. Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay snacks! ::Nibbles on a fruit bar.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::workworkwork::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the hologram of the station, bringing up the priority duty roster Chirakis: # ::sheds her suit and has a long drink::: Alexis McFarland: @Mm. Yummy. ::bites into what she thinks is a granola bar:: Chirakis: # + Captain Chirakis calling Sky Harbor Aegis.+ Tarisa: # ::Sips the water.:: Chirakis: # ::takes another sip::: Fletcher Jackson: +Chirakis+ Sky Harbor Aegis, go ahead. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::looking over the tricorder readings taken during their trip and during the battle:: Lawliet: ::looks back up at the display after hearing Chirakis' voice:: Johnson Kenyon: ::discussing some personal past times with Nijil:: So, you like to play music... I would have never guessed. Annisha: @ I've not been out in the open like this in a long time. Look at they sky... Chirakis: # +COM+ is Captain Ramson or Commander Coleridge available? Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Yes, ma'am. ::::Looks to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coleridge here, Captain. Alexis McFarland: @ Hm, me too. It's beautiful. Chirakis: # +com+ We have returned and apologize for the delay. The Dahlem were attacked. Viciously. We are safe, though a little tired. Fletcher Jackson: ::huh?::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Um, sorry, could you say that again, Captain? You've "returned"? You were "attacked"? Johnson Kenyon: ::asking Nijil about the refugees:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks at Jackson and mouths, "Did I hear that?":: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Nods, looking up at the sky with the bar hanging from her mouth.:: Pre... ::Can't quite talk with her mouth full.:: Lawliet: ::looks oddly at Scott and back at the display:: Fletcher Jackson: ::nods with a shrug:: Chirakis: # +com+ Yes, Commander. We were gone for several hours. Through the conduit. Chirakis: # ::frowns, looking at the away team:: Alexis McFarland: @ Mm. ::smiles:: Lawliet: ::looks at Scott:: The conduit? Tarisa: # ::Curious head tilt.:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Several hours? Our chronometers say you've been on the ship for less than a single hour still, Captain. You didn't go anywhere. ::note of concern creeping into his voice:: mimipavilion: #::has the 'ugh' look on her face:: Tarisa: # ::Looks over at Kagih.:: Interesting... Chirakis: # +COM+ Less than an hour? ::looks to the team:: mimipavilion: #::rubs her temple:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coming up on an hour soon, yes. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Are you telling me your perception has been... different? Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter insisted I play with her. Naturally she is already better than I. Chirakis: # ::team:: Prepare to return to Aegis. Tarisa: # ::Nods with no objections.:: mimipavilion: #::Nods to Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: Oh yeah... I have never tried a musical instrument Chirakis: # +COM+ Yes, I am. And yes, it was very different. Tae'Lynn Dran: # Yes sir. Johnson Kenyon: Always wanted to play guitar though. Tae'Lynn Dran: #::said with no hesitation:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Commander, please pull up and review our sensor readings of the Voad from the past... ten minutes. Chirakis: # Lieutenant Kagih. We should return. Give our thanks and apologies to Captain Aayrn. Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ Coleridge to Dr. Sandero. Chirakis: # Kagih> Yes, ma'am. Lawliet: ::nods:: Aye Sir. Dacia Sandero: +Scott+ Yes, Sandero here. Go ahead. Chirakis: #Kagih> Prepare to jump. Chirakis: # ::the Lt presses a button on her vest and they are back in CnC::: Lawliet: ::takes a seat at the science station and begins pulling up every byte of sensor information:: Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ The Voad away team is reporting some very... disturbing perceptual discrepancies. They claim they've just experienced the passage of several hours, and that the Voad actually left the system. Fletcher Jackson: ::gasp:: Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ I want you to exam... Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You could have knocked. Chirakis: ::obviously worn::: Yes, Commander. I will take a door knocker next time. ::slumps into a chair:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: If I wasn't busy trying to learn engineering, I would take up guitar... is that an excuse? Tarisa: ::Feels really nauseated that time.:: Dacia Sandero: ::opens mouth to say something but then waits a bit as the commander appears to have some company:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Depends on your free time.. :: shrugs :: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Tae'Lynn Dran: Worst.Party.Ever. Chirakis: ::looks around at the rest of the team:: Team present and accounted for? Scott Coleridge: Well, once you've caught your breath ... all of you get to report to sickbay. Chirakis: Indeed. Tarisa: # ::Leans on the nearest console.:: mimipavilion: ::back on Aegis' CnC::exhausted: All of us are going directly to medical. ::looks at Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Does time pass differently here? Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I feel like I left the Academy two months ago and things are moving so quickly here. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a big place. Chirakis: Of course. However... ::hands Scott a datachip:: You might be interested in the recording of our adventure. Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ Please expect the away team members presently and prepare to do a full workup on them. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::shuffles towards the lift:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the datachip:: Must have been some adventure. mimipavilion: ::gets her bearings and makes her way to the lift:: Chirakis: It was... enlightening. Dacia Sandero: +Scott+ Will do, thanks for the heads up. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: It's not that it's a big place... it's that there are so many things going on... I feel like I have so much to do Chirakis: ::stands and moves toward the command lift::: Scott Coleridge: After your visit to medical, you're all going to take some time off, and then I look forward to your full reports. Tarisa: # ::Seems to have an eternal frown on her face as she goes to the lift.:: Dacia Sandero: ::informs the nurses and other medical personnel to prepare sickbay:: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Of course. Tarisa: * minus the # Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 11/9/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then.. Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Perhaps an hour? Kallah Ramson: agreed Chirakis: TBS is one hour. Anything more for the crew? Kallah Ramson: nothing from me. Scott Coleridge: I will accept reports in the form of logs or interpretive dances Chirakis: Of course, Commander. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |9 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 20 minutes. The time is 1520 hours (3:20 PM) Aegis local. While Captain Chirakis leads an away team to the Dahlem ship, Voad, the rest of the crew goes about its daily business.
  14. Of Space and Time Captain Chirakis Captain Aayrn On the second day of the second month of the year 2387, a supernova threatened to destroy ch’Rihan, the homeworld of the Romulan Star Empire. Quick thinking by several scientists and engineers and a daring act by Ambassador Spock saved the planet from complete destruction. However, gamma rays emitting from the supernova passed over the planet and rendered ch’Rihan uninhabitable for decades. At least, that is the story that those of us in this era witnessed and remember. On the thirtieth day of the twelfth month of the year 2259—in another era—the Federation starship USS Comanche Creek, commanded by Captain Calestorm, had joined a task force in pursuit of a Romulan Bird of Prey that lurked on the Federation side of the RNZ. During that time, long range sensors picked up strange unidentifiable spacial readings. Apparently the supernova that threatened ch’Rihan in the year 2387 had also created a rift in the space-time continuum. It snatched the USS Comanche Creek from the year 2259 and threw them into the year 2387—not only 128 years into the future, but along a different timeline. Suddenly their enemies were friends; their primary nemesis, Captain Nero, mined an asteroid belt in peace; and the Akira Class vessels of the Border Patrol that had yet to be born confronted them in full force. USS Comanche Creek did eventually return to its own timeline, but first contact with a ship from a different world presented many problems. Kirel had dealt with them as best she could, but never grasped the psychological trauma that crew experienced. Presently she was aboard the highly advanced Dahlem ship, Voad. Given their telepathic powers and exceptional technology, Kirel felt as though they had jumped several hundred years into the future. She was beginning to understand the angst of Captain Calestorm and the crew of USS Comanche Creek as they struggled with reverse first contact. It was Aegis’ turn for that experience. Within the Voad’s science complex, Kirel had been purposely keeping her distance as she watched Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, and Dr. Pavilion. Captain Aayrn was leading them through advanced procedures, acquainting them with highly advanced technology, and answering their questions. It wasn’t long until he had them fully engaged with a Dahlem tricorder that the captain shifted his attention to Kirel. “Something I can help you with, Captain?” “Yes, Captain,” she began after a moment of thought, then motioned to a more private area. “May I have a word?” “Of course,” he replied, then turned to the officer next to him. “Lieutenant Kagih, explain your work to our visitors while I confer with Captain Chirakis.” The lieutenant was several inches shorter than Captain Aayrn’s 7’3” frame. She was female, and bore similar traits to the others aboard ship: especially fair skin and thick, white hair. However there were differences in hairstyle, facial features, eye color, and build. In short, the crew of Voad were not clones. Lieutenant Kagih stepped away from her console and shifted immediately from telepathy to Federation Standard. “Yes, Captain,” she said with a congenial nod to Kirel, then moved toward the team that was busy trying to manipulate the more advanced tricorder. “How may I help you, Captain?” Aayrn began as they wandered through the science complex. “I am concerned about the technology that you are showing our team.” She glanced aside to see his reaction. He seemed merely curious. “What they are witnessing seems to be a technology that is several hundred years in the future.” Aayrn nodded, but said nothing. “Do you understand the implications of putting such advanced technology into their hands or what the consequences may be if our science department advances suddenly from one era to another that is several hundred years in the future? And if another, possibly hostile culture, gains access to it?” Her wandering stopped next to an unused console. Aayrn stopped beside her. Not far away, the away team continued to focus on Lieutenant Kagih as she explained the use of their tricorder, then fielded their questions. “I do understand your concern, Captain,” Aayrn replied in a serious vein. “Given your facial expressions, I knew that we would breach that subject soon. Therefore...” Aayrn turned and swept one arm around the massive science complex. “...tell me what you see. What kind of technology are we using? Does it remind you of anything?” “It has the look of our science complex. There is only a slight difference, but the consoles are similar, the information that scrolls the screen is similar, the chairs are similar, as is the... lounge.” She looked around, then turned to Aayrn. “You set this up.” He nodded. “This is not the configuration of your science complex.” “That is correct. It is not.” “Because this is first contact?” “Yes.” “And the advanced technology?” Aayrn smiled. “It is not as advanced as you think it is. The tricorder is slightly modified to our specifications. It will give you a deeper look into whatever you scan. Any of your engineers should be able to reverse engineer it. The clothing that folds itself? Nanite cloth: something that will be used by many in your near future. As for our propulsion system? That is private, as are a few other things.” “Um….” She looked around the complex once more, then nodded. “Satisfied so far?” “So far.” “But you will have other questions and concerns eventually. Do not hesitate to ask.”
  15. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1007, STARDATE 51811.05 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. By flooding the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons, the wormhole was forced open. A small Federation fleet encountered a group of small alien craft that came though, but only one survived some Federation ego/posturing and weaponry. We sent a boarding party to that damaged ship and discovered it is an "organic" technology. It repaired itself with some of our bio-neural gel packs and soon a massive alien ship came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and told the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship. It proceeded to absorb the repaired craft and the wreckage of the other small ships and it shared details about the wormhole's structure and stability. A9 is about to fly the Pegasus through it as a diplomatic exchange program. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1007, STARDATE 51811.05= /\ = 181105.log
  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1007, STARDATE 51811.05 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. By flooding the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons, the wormhole was forced open. A small Federation fleet encountered a group of small alien craft that came though, but only one survived some Federation ego/posturing and weaponry. We sent a boarding party to that damaged ship and discovered it is an "organic" technology. It repaired itself with some of our bio-neural gel packs and soon a massive alien ship came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and told the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship. It proceeded to absorb the repaired craft and the wreckage of the other small ships and it shared details about the wormhole's structure and stability. A9 is about to fly the Pegasus through it as a diplomatic exchange program. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1007, STARDATE 51811.05= /\ =
  17. SD 1104.2018 Excalibur continues to orbit Marxis IV, where they are assisting in the offload of a number of goods. Medical has been tasked with checking in with the locals to determine if they have any outstanding needs; Science is completing a study of the planet and it's unusual lack of normal water; engineering and operations are assisting in the off load of materials. It has been an otherwise, unremarkable few days.
  18. An Arcadia away team beams down to the designated spot on the Vabrian Ringworld. They are met by the Alphanull and a number of assistants, who are paired with their Arcadia counterparts (except for the doctor - there are no Vabrian doctors). The team split up to go to their various places of interest. chatlog2018-10-28.txt
  19. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has entered orbit of Marxis IV, a somewhat unusual planet in the Kaedwan Confederation where they are delivering supplies to the small colony. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, stationkeeping::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene, for a few minutes, is back at the holoprogramming station, making sure all her programs are passworded... :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda waited just inside the cargo bay while their Kaedwan representative finished inspecting the supplies they'd brought for Marxis IV. Zeg Jovad strolled through the aisles, pausing to indicate this or that crate, which the officers would open for him. When he was satisfied, he returned to Miranda.:: Cptn Swain: ::Standing near viewer looking at the planet:: A whole planet of heavy water. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> Everything seems to be in order, Commander. Rhan K'hal: The Universe keeps making things interesting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled.:: Very good. Let me escort you to the bridge. ::She gestured to the door and led the way to the lift.:: Hakran K'hal: :: at his desk, having let paperwork wash away the Irene After Dark incident and otherwise generally satisfied with his staff's performance since they've been back together on the right starship :: Cptn Swain: We should do so some scans of the planet while we have time. I'd love to study how this happened. If it’s a natural phenomenon or not. William Chocox: ::is working down in Engineering on some project:: Rhan K'hal: Should we perhaps ask the Kaedwan representative for permission first? I'd hate to be accused of being a peeping tomCait. Hunter Matheson: ::working on his flight report, checking helm function, systems, you name it::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda arrived on the bridge a few moments later with the Kaedwan in tow.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes of course, Irene Mincine: :: Irene, satisfied, calls Hakran with her com badge. :: "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal, I've... uh, I've finished my work in the holodeck. Do you have anything else you'd like me to work on while I'm up here?" Indaura Ryssan: Heavy water... what a planet :: Looking over their planet's image on the large display in medical :: Rhan K'hal: :: from his standing position near Hunter, turns and nods respectfully toward the incoming :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::Looked about the bridge with interest, tall and proud, face lean and gaunt. The protrusions on his head and deep-set eyes gave him a somewhat demonic cast.:: Ah, I see we have reached the planet. Hunter Matheson: ::hearing the lift and noting Rhan, he mimics the action, figuring he should:: Cptn Swain: ::Turns back from the viewer to their guest:: Ah, director. Yes we're in orbit and can begin transporting supplies down and assisting your people with unloading them at any time. Cptn Swain: I also wondered if you would mind if my science officers did some scans and took samples of the planet's water. It is a most unusual planet and I doubt we'll have an opportunity to see another such anytime soon. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ If I know the Captain at all by now he's probably going to try to wrangle some data gathering to find out how a planet gets all heavy water. Book one the holodecks and get it set up for simulation mode, then take a bridge shift. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Yes, sir." :: Irene sets up the holodeck she's in for a planetary science simulation, blocking it out on the department schedule. Once she's done, she heads off for a turbo lift. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad>::He turned from the viewer and nodded at Swain.:: Of course, Captain. You are more than welcome to visit the planet and study it while you are here. It is unique, even among our own system. Please make sure to take the proper precautions, however. I would not wish any of your officers to become ill. William Chocox: ::leans back from a flare and turns to Random Ensign #137:: Am I missing an eyebrow? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Thank you Director. Rhan K'hal: :: texts Hak the good news :: Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: Hakran K'hal: :: calls out into the main science hub :: Issaha, you out there? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad>You may also begin transporting the supplies whenever you like. The planetary crew is expecting you. We appreciate what the Federation has offered. Some of the items you brought with you are difficult to obtain in this sector. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie Maryse Dubois: ::Sends out a reminder to anyone going to the surface to wear protective rain gear.:: Maryse Dubois: :;Steps out into sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal: :: taps his padd and gets the process started :: Moving our people into place, transports should begin within 5-10 minutes. Hakran K'hal: Feel like going for a walk? William Chocox: RE#137> Your eyebrows look fine sir. William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. Cptn Swain: Issaha>::Perks up:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops out of the bridge turbolift, taking a seat at one of the auxiliary science stations. Hakran gets a message saying she's logged in up there. :: Hakran K'hal: :: walks out of his office so he doesn't have to keep hollering :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Regarding the director, she quirked a brow.:: Will you be traveling down to the planet, Director? Hakran K'hal: Captain wants samples of the heavy water and some of the other general geology and biology. Gather a team and head down. Usual heavy water precautions, so take bottled from the ship. Plus it's also /raining/ heavy water so for anyone that doesn't like getting wet or has absorbent skin, get out the rain slickers. Hunter Matheson: (shuttle or transporter?) Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we'd need breathers. Indaura Ryssan: Hello Doctor Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Hello Hakran K'hal: :: hears the notification beep from his office :: I'll have Irene work with you from the bridge. She's still grounded. Or shipped, in this case. :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Zeg Jovad> ::He stiffened.:: Me? Absolutely not. ::Perhaps a bit more sharply than he intended.:: I have... ah... seen it many times. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will return to my suite and send our progress back to Ard Jael. Hakran K'hal: These guys have good relations with Romulans, so you won't have to hide under a rock. Indaura Ryssan: Are you heading down to the planet? Hakran K'hal: :: turns to head back in his office :: And please don't drown, I have enough paperwork to deal with. Hakran K'hal: :: sits back in his chair, sees Irene has logged in :: Hunter Matheson: ::hearing the director sends up a red flag::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ K'hal to Ensign Ryssan. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads off for the transporter:: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I'm Ensign Mincine, sir." William Chocox: ::goes back to his project:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With a curious look, she gave him a slow nod.:: As you wish. Your escorts will take you to your room. ::She gestured to the team waiting by the lift. The Director nodded and joined them. Once the lift closed, Miranda strode to her chair and took a seat.:: Cptn Swain: ::Goes to the replicator and gets a tea:: Hunter Matheson: ::continuing his work::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Of course you are. Anyway, we get to do some science! Issaha is leading a team planetside for samples and scans, I want you to get some planetary scans started, as well as a system overview of the basic element distributions. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Send it all down to the lab, I'll have it chew on it while I'm down in the holodeck doing MY kind of sexy work. :: okay, is a K'hal after all and will be poking with that needle for a little while :: Rhan K'hal: :: busy poking at his padd, unaware of this precious moment :: Hunter Matheson: ::files his flight report, then pulls out a padd for Tork's next session on Helm 201::: Maryse Dubois: I haven't decided if there is a need for medical to go down. So unless we are requested, I may just stay up here. Irene Mincine: :: Irene blushes and gets real close to the console so nobody can see. :: +Hakran+ "Yes, sir, uh... setting up for planetary scans. I'll coordinate with Issaha once he's down on the planet. You reminded him not to drink the heavy water, right?" Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I specified toting of bottled down to the surface. I'll be sure to let him know you care when I talk to him next." Cptn Swain: Have medical go down and make sure they don't need any assistance. Maryse Dubois: ((haha)) Cptn Swain: It's a small colony, I doubt they have more than a few medical people. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Hey bridge, who all is headed down planetside? Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Oodles of operations and cargo handlers, some scientists, medical has just been roped into it. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ :: Sigh. :: "Thank you, sir. Is that all? I'll get started on the scans right away." William Chocox: +Rhan+ Fun. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ It is until it isn't. Hakran K'hal: :: heads off to the lift to get to some holo-simulation fun :: Rhan K'hal: +Sickbay+ K'hal to sickbay. Captain requests medical personnel on-planet for "Just In Case" reasons. Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues to research ::? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked sideways at Swain.:: You find anything odd in the Director's manner? He didn't seem to like this planet much. Maryse Dubois: And here it is. +Rhan+ Thanks. We'll head out soon. Maryse Dubois: Well. Grab a rain poncho and a medkit. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Understood. Glad to be up here and dry." :: She starts getting geological data fed from the scanner into the computer where Hakran can access it from the holodeck. :: Rhan K'hal: :: tongue in cheek :: Rainy planet full of toxic-in-sufficient-quantity water without major city amenities, entertainment, or fashion? I can't imagine why he wouldn't like it. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a kit, packing it with a few extra items to help combat poisoning, then heads out.:: Cptn Swain: ::Tips his head thoughtfully, drinking tea:: Keep an eye on him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: I already have a team doing just that. Rhan K'hal: Transports are now in progress. Maryse Dubois: ::After grabbing a few extra items, she arrives in the TR. She begins putting on her poncho and a pair of goggles.:: Indaura Ryssan: (chat not working for me) Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Indaura Ryssan: (Was Indi on the AT?) Hakran K'hal: TR Chief who happens to have a thick south London accent> Reminds me of 'ome. :: flicks an imaginary tear away, watching the crew gearing up :: Maryse Dubois: ((Yeah)) Indaura Ryssan: :: With the doctor :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking to the Chief, smirking.:: Though I doubt the London rain tried to kill you. Rhan K'hal: TR Chief> Always a first time. Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "Irene to Issaha. I'm your liaison to the ship, which I'm sure Lt. K'hal told you already. Just let me know if you need any scans or information. Otherwise I'll be collecting data on the planet from here for geographic simulations." Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::wait for it... wait for it... wait for it....:::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  20. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 11/2/18 =/\= 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Captain Aayrn has returned to the Voad. Captain Ramson, Commander Coleridge, and Captain Chirakis are in Captain Ramson's office discussing the mission. Those preparing for the mission should be ready to go as soon as the discussion ends. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::on the Commerce deck, going through the work orders:: Chirakis: ::in Captain Ramson's office::: mimipavilion: ::in medical, double checking the equipment she's taking with her on the mission:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on some patients:: Scott Coleridge: ::also in the office:: Kallah Ramson: ::sitting in her office:: ::looking at Chirakis:: The away team is yours. Whatever Command wants it's your call on who you take. Just remember this is just a first of hopefully many steps. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the next on the list... Drankum's bar... looking around for where that might be:: KelsaViegnor: ::in the shop with Thelea, looking over possible new arrangements for the shop for a fresh look:: Tarisa: ::In the main science lab, finishing up her preparations.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Exploring the farm with her friends:: Chirakis: ::still contemplating the situation::: Jylliene: ::CnC Ops:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::walking with Alexis and Annisha.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the lab. Has now checked the contents of her bag about 12 times.:: mimipavilion: ::finished checking her equipment and is waiting to go::? Chirakis: Captain, ::she leans forward:: Captain Aayrn requested one from every department. I do not believe that is a wise move. I would rather move slowly. Kallah Ramson: Prudent. Jylliene: ::pondering - hoping - that the mission goes well, since she cannot for the life of her figure out how to keep any kind of lock on the team. At all.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking the commerce deck, looking at a PADD map of the Commerce deck:: Chirakis: Our initial idea was to have science and medical present only. ::looks to Scott:: Commander, if you are willing, you may as well. Tae'Lynn Dran: Do you think they'll take a sample collector as a weapon? Scott Coleridge: I concur that science and medical officers make the most sense Tarisa: ::Is satisfied with her packing. She looks to Dran. Thinks a moment.:: I would hope not, but we shall see. Scott Coleridge: If you're going, Captain Chirakis, then I think I should stay behind for now. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Of course. Tae'Lynn Dran: It would be a shame to beam over and find half our gear missing. Chirakis: Therefore, we have four - myself, Ensign Dran, Commander Tarisa, and Dr. Pavilion. Are we agreed? Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking down at PADD and then up... seeing the bar through some sort of bridge between station halves:: Tae'Lynn Dran: But then I guess we'd get a fair read on their attitudes towards such items. Chirakis: Perhaps the others at a later date. Kallah Ramson: Agreed. Tarisa: Indeed. Have you finished packing? KelsaViegnor: If we move this up some...::indicates a display:: and that over there..::indicates another:: I think it will shift some of the newer featured bottles and product types to view of the corridor. KelsaViegnor: Perhaps some backgrounds of different color behind the shelves, to indicate a specific mood? KelsaViegnor: ::ponders:: Chirakis: I should add that all have current insurance and burial instructions. Johnson Kenyon: ::navigating to the bar, walking in:: Chirakis: As do I. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh my yes. Tarisa: Good. Then we wait for the word. Chirakis: ::she stands:: If that is all, permission to proceed, Captain? Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Permission granted. Good luck. Chirakis: Thank you, Captain. ::polite bow, then she exits::: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking in with the proprietor's of the bar to see where they'd like me to begin:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over to Scott:: i think she's feeling optimistic. She's expecting there to be enough remains for a burial. Chirakis: ::OPS::: Commander Kital, call Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, and Dr. Pavilion to Transporter room 2. Scott Coleridge: Yes, she was unusually effusive too. Jylliene: Yes ,a Johnson Kenyon: ((chuckles at the Captain's comment)) Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::she steps into the command lift::: Chirakis: ::as the door closes:: Transporter room 2. Scott Coleridge: Anything else you want us to do here on the station? Chirakis: +Garand+ TR 2 with my gear. Jylliene: +Tarisa, Dran, Pavilion+ Ops to mission team. Meet at Transporter room 2 now. Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: Seems now is the time. ::Grabs her kit.:: mimipavilion: ::hears the comm:: +OPS+ on my way Chirakis: ::the lift stops and she exits to see that Garand is already there::: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: You have medical ::exits via the tl ordering it to TR 2:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Ready. ::slings the pack over her shoulder and falls in line behind Tarisa:: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::watching not to step on the tail:: Chirakis: Lieutenant, you are in command while I am away. ::she takes the gear she requested::: Chirakis: Garand> Yes, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: Alright -- goodluck. Tarisa: ((That would be hard to do, but impressive. lol )) Chirakis: (Excellent choice, Ensign. No stepping on the tail.) Johnson Kenyon: ::listens to the complaint at the bar... the refrigeration unit is failing on items that need (no replication) and a Dabo table is not working:: KelsaViegnor: Thelea> That sounds nice. ::starts rearranging with Kelsa:: Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: See what engineering and ops can do to keep a lock on the team. Tarisa: ::Goes to the lift with Dran.:: TR 2 mimipavilion: ::arrives at TR 2:: Chirakis: ACTION> Captain Aayrn appears instantly in the transporter room. He carries white suits over each arm. Chirakis: ::blink:: Captain? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Where he is :: Johnson Kenyon: ::is shown to the refrigeration unit, scans it:: mimipavilion: ::enters the room to see Chirakis and one of the visitors:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Eating what she thinks is an apple:: Tarisa: ::After a short TL ride, they enter TR 2. She seems a bit surprised to see Aayrn there.:: Chirakis: Aayrn> ::nod:: Captain Chirakis. Your transporter will not be recognized on the Voad. If you will, put these suites and we will transport you. Is that acceptable? Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Watches Alexis.:: Chirakis: ::she looks at the team:: Is that acceptable for you? Jylliene: ::still puzzling over the whole situation of trying to maintain a lock:: mimipavilion: ::Nods to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::Aayrn hands her one:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking at the suit. Refraining from commenting on their sense of style or lack there of:: Alexis McFarland: @ It's nice. I don't have a knife but.. ::hands Miana the apple, the uneaten side up:: Try it. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the refrigeration unit is using a refrigerant gas which has leaked out... not to mention it is illegal:: Tarisa: Is it...adaptable to myself? :;Looking at the suit curiously.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hand out to accept the new set of clothing:: Annisha: @ I'm :: munches :: not sure how they get crops so fast... unless. Chirakis: Aayrn> It will shield you from the rays during the jump. Yes, it should fit you. ::Tarisa:: Alexis McFarland: @Fertilizer? Chirakis: ::skeptical:: Jump? mimipavilion: ::accepts the suit from Aayrn:: Tarisa: ::Tail waving about.:: Chirakis: Aayrn> Yes. You transport. We jump. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: You got it. ::turns and departs:: Tae'Lynn Dran: If I may ask, what type of rays? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::slipping the suit on:: mimipavilion: ::puts on the suit:: Chirakis: Aayrn> Cosmic rays. Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Tarisa: ::Reluctantly takes the suit and begins to put it on.:: Jylliene: ::glances up at Scott:: Chirakis: ::takes a suit and slips it on::: Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping comm badge and communicating with engineering to bring a portable refrigeration unit that works on recycled water condensation:: Chirakis: Aayrn> I remind you that no weapons whatsoever are allowed on Voad. Chirakis: ::shrugging into the suit:: Yes, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::goes up to Jylliene:: I assume you've already begun to ponder how to keep a lock on the away team. Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting.::finishes clasping/zipping/whatevering the suit closed:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to check out the Dabo table:: Jylliene: Begun? Yes. No good solid ideas. Jylliene: You? Chirakis: ACTION> The suit modifies itself to the size and structure of the being putting it on. Chirakis: Interesting. mimipavilion: Indeed it is Captain Chirakis: Garand> ::steps away to watch:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working in main engineering, making sure power is flowing :: Johnson Kenyon: ::spinning the Dabo table to see if it's working right... it's got a funny wabble:: Tarisa: ::Surprised as the suit conforms to her tail.:: Interesting. :;Tail waves.:: Scott Coleridge: Not yet. I wonder if we can adjust the targeting scanners to be more sensitive to whether or not a signature has been through this "null" space that the Dahlem use for travel. Chirakis:(Away Team take a #) Chirakis:::feels strange as the suit fits, then she looks to the others::: Jylliene: We can try. ::starts fiddling:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taking out tools to adjust the wabble:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Chirakis: Aayrn> Are you ready? Chirakis: # We are. Tarisa: #::Looks to the others. Nods.:: mimipavilion: #::nods:: Chirakis: ACTION> Within a second, the away team is transported directly to Voad's bridge. It is configured much like the bridge of a Federation Starship, with a few variations. The crew goes about their business as though the away team did not appear. There is no viewscreen, but there are personal consoles similar to those on Aegis. Jylliene: Modified. Let's hope. Annisha: @ :: Munches :: Chirakis: #::feeling somewhat strange, she looks around:: Tarisa: # :;Curiously glancing around. She then checks her kit to see if anything was removed.:: Jylliene: ::attempts to find the team:: mimipavilion: #::looks around and is a bit shocked:: mimipavilion: #::also checks her kit:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At tactical :: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::somewhat unsteady on her feet. Didn't feel a thing during the trip which is what was so strange:: Chirakis: # Fast and efficient, Captain Aayrn. Johnson Kenyon: ::the Dabo table appears to have been tampered with.... assumes it is to favor the house:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Yes. A little more efficient than your transporter. Now you have the option of leaving the suit on or removing it. Your choice. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffs the apple-like fruit, then takes a bite.:: Alexis McFarland: @ Is it yummy? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Squeals with joy.:: Mmmm Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::makes a quick note in her field journal:: Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes making adjustments to the Dabo wheel... spins it with the ball inside to see if it works better:: Chirakis: # Then... I shall remove mine. ::begins to remove it and it instantly drops to the floor and folds itself up::: Jylliene: ::grumbles:: Chirakis: # Um.. convenient. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Difficulties? Tarisa: # ::Watches the suit fold.:: Jylliene: Trying the modified scanners as you suggested. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::does the same. More than a little creeped out though:: mimipavilion: #::also removes her suit and is amazed:: Alexis McFarland: @ Mm! That's good. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing some technicians arriving with a portable refrigeration unit:: Chirakis: # ::she takes a good look around. The crew's uniforms are white. What appears to be a rank is prominent on the left shoulder. The designated position is on the right and more prominently displayed on the back. No one talks, as all are conversing telepathically.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the Voad ship on his main display :: Tarisa: # ::Removes hers as well. Tail happy to "breathe.":: Jylliene: A bit of a helpless feeling. ::ponders:: Maybe if we scan for life forms, we'll pick up our own crewmembers? Annisha: @ My gran said they have to be very careful with crops from other worlds.. Chirakis: # ::after taking a good look around, she looks to the team::: Ready? mimipavilion: #::looks at Chirakis:: Yes ma'am Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::making notes on the ambient light levels, smell of the air, background noises, audible cues from terminals, and any other little bits and pieces that might explain how these aliens take in the universe:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Chirakis: # ACTION> The Dahlem are like humans, though their skin is all fair, their hair closely cropped white, and their eyes a bluish pearl. Chirakis: # ::Aayrn::: We are ready, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ((They are also much taller than the average human, right?)) Johnson Kenyon: ::setting up portable refrigeration unit:: Jylliene: I'm getting some slight variations from your suggested scans. It's a start. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Excellent. Do you prefer science first, or medical? mimipavilion: #::takes note of the physical description of the Dahlem. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the screen, but thinking of dinner :: Chirakis: (they are much taller - 7' plus) Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Worth a try. Let's tie the targeting scanners into the lateral sensor array. Jylliene: ::nods and patches them in:: Jylliene: ::continues setup:: Jylliene: If I may ask, are you glad to be here, or do you wish you were there with them? Chirakis: # Do you mind if we take readings aboard the ship, Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::gathering up the patrons and having a discussion about Dabo table maintenance and refrigeration units:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not at all. Please do. Jylliene: And it looks like the scanners are tied in. Chirakis: # I would say that science is a good beginning. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::and out comes the tricorder:: Chirakis: # When they are ready. Chirakis: # ::she notices that the team is busy gathering information::: Scott Coleridge: ::rueful smile:: I don't mind missing most away missions. Scott Coleridge: I admit it would be interesting to get a look at their technology... but I fear it would be inscrutable, at least upon casual observation. Johnson Kenyon: ::listening to the objections and explaining that the Dabo table has to be removed... someone has tampered with it to failure... will not work again properly:: Tarisa: # ::begins scanning.:: mimipavilion: #::scans a bit:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> ::watching them with interest::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching nearby space for anything out of the expected :: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::notes she's being watched:: How often do you meet with other species? Jylliene: Scan ready when you are. Chirakis: # ::also interested, but somewhat bemused::: Johnson Kenyon: ::then explaining that starfleet regulations do not allow for refrigerant gases to be used... as the gases themselves are toxic to Bollians:: Scott Coleridge: Let's give it a try. Jylliene: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: What about *you*? Do you crave some away team action? mimipavilion: #::stops scanning for the moment:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> We meet with other species like this when we know that they are of the same mind as we are. We are explorers and scientists. If they are conquerors, we give them a wide berth. Tae'Lynn Dran: # I see. Chirakis: # And have you often had problems with other species? Tarisa: # ::Getting a lot of power readings, but nothing from the Dahlem themselves.:: Jylliene: ::begins scanning:: Hm. Before we adopted Annisha, I enjoyed it. Now, it depends on whether just one or both Nijil and I are going. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not often. But those we encounter have been devastating. Tarisa: # Your power distribution systems must be immense. Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes setting up the portable refrigeration unit, grabs his tool bag and heads out:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> I suppose they would appear immense. Jylliene: Risking putting her through the loss of both parents again is not totally avoidable, but if we can keep from both being on the same away missions, I feel a bit better. Chirakis: # Aayrn> :::Tarisa:: You cannot read us, can you? Jylliene: Looks like we might have a little something, between this and the null space residual scan. Tarisa: # ::Shakes her head.:: Your clothing prevents it. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not exactly the clothing. However, allow me to concentrate on... not concentrating? Perhaps that will help. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading back... decides to check out the perfume shop again:: Tarisa: # ::Scans again, tilting her head curiously.:: Your mind is preventing the scans? KelsaViegnor: ::with the displays shifted, both now working on the new background colors to refresh their appearance:: mimipavilion: #::slightly confused and starts scanning again:: Johnson Kenyon: ::entering Kelsa's shop:: mimipavilion: #::more so on Captain Aayrn:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Yes, it does. KelsaViegnor: ::looks up:: Ah, Mr. Kenyon, was it? Welcome back. Tarisa: # Interesting. mimipavilion: #I agree Tarisa Johnson Kenyon: Yes, that's right... I wouldn't mind smelling my way around... if you understand. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Perhaps because your tricorders are... not modern in our terms. Scott Coleridge: I guess having children would change that equation, hmm. ::hadn't thought of that:: Scott Coleridge: Hopefully we can maintain the lock. Tarisa: # I suppose not... mimipavilion: #::slight nod:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> ::he steps to the side, bends down to a worker, and he hands over an object::: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Try this one. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Your mind will tell it what to do. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::taking more notes:: Chirakis: # ::becoming a little overwhelmed herself::: Annisha: @ :: stands :: We get a fly over later and time in the city. Johnson Kenyon: Can I try a few of your samples? Jylliene: Hopefully. Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh! Yay! mimipavilion: #::looks around to the the other three then focus' on Chirakis and walks over to her:: softly:: You ok? Chirakis: # ::she nods:: I am. mimipavilion: #::nods:: let me know if you don't feel too well ok. KelsaViegnor: Of course. ::gets a few samples out, puts them in a small bag:: And feel free to smell the testing vials as well. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 11/2/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: That was interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: I would say a few moments. Maybe 20 minutes? Chirakis: That sounds good. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions FROM the crew? Tarisa: Are the workers Dahlem too? Chirakis: They are. Tarisa: The way he bent down seemed like they might not be. Chirakis: All those aboard the Voad are Dahlem. Tarisa: Ah so they were sitting then. Chirakis: Yes. He bent down to ask for their "tricorder" - which is a little more advanced that ours. Tarisa: gotcha Chirakis: Others? Chirakis: I will be writing another log of my reflections. I encourage the rest of you to do the same. Chirakis: No more questions, then... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  21. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |2 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. At the request of the Dahlem, an away team will visit their ship, the Voad, still in Aegis orbit. Strict procedures will be followed. As soon as we receive Captain Ramson’s approval, the away team will depart.
  22. Journey to Voad Chirakis Kirel Je’rit d’Ka The Dahlem ship, Voad, hung like an ornament at Aegis’ Karman line as its occupants waited for a visit from Aegis personnel. Despite Kirel’s conversation with the Voad Captain Aayrn, she still had misgivings. She was cautious by nature— perhaps too much, but it was better than being caught off guard. There was always a catch, always an ulterior motive. If she were the only one involved, she might take it in stride. She could defend herself, and if she could not, she would be the only one affected, alive or dead. In this case, others would be involved. All had families, and each one one would be her responsibility. At 1315 hours, Command and Control had settled into normalcy. Only a few knew of their mission, and it was best kept that way. While Kirel outlined mission objectives and procedures at her personal console, she sought much needed counsel from her bondmate, Captain d’Ka. Their psionic conversation would be secure on two levels—their private bond, and the little-known language of the Sindar. Captain d’Ka had already exchanged ideas with Dahlem’s Captain Aayrn on many subjects, especially their desire to work together in this arm of the galaxy. His sincere enthusiasm came with the suggestion that representatives from each department accompany Kirel to the Voad. The proposed list included himself, Executive Officer Commander Bialar, Science Officer Lieutenant Kagih, Engineering Officer Lt Commander Aurra, Chief Medical Officer Lt Commander Pallas, and Chief Security Officer Commander Thor. Primarily, D’Ka assured her that all would be well. It did not alleviate her misgivings. “Ag’us tá tú sin’nte ze? [And you are certain of this?]” Kirel asked poignantly. “Ko mór mar zin, [Very much so.]” d’Ka responded, though it did little to settle her qualms. “Ag’us kad a tarlaíonn… kad a arlaíon nach gkeadaíonn ziad dúinn fil’eadh?” [And what if we are taken captive?] There was a long pause, then a sigh. “Kirel, Dea’rbhaím duit. Óz rud é go dtugann Sindar a gkuid focail a onóir, mar zin a dhéanann ziad. Go deimhin, tá ziad khomh khosúil. N'fheadar má bhí baint ag ár zpeikeas..” [I assure you, Kirel. As the Sindar honor their words, so do they honor theirs. In fact, they are so similar I wonder if our species are related.] “Bh’fuhl ziad?” [Are they?] she asked casually. “Kh’éile, Tá baint ag gach zpeic’eaz ar bhealach éigin. Tá na cruinne ollmhór, ach tá forbairt na zpeic’eas motha khalach mar a fhioz againn iad go leor beag. Tá gaol againn ar bhea’lach éigin, ach tá Sindar go Dahlem go zonrach? Is é zin na heolaithe a zhin’neadh.” [ Kh’éile, all species are related in some way. The universe is vast, but the development of sentient species as we know them is quite small. We are related in some way, but Sindar to Dahlem specifically? That is for the scientists to determine.] “Zin, tá muid zábh’áilte?”[So we are safe?] “Very. Perhaps more safe than any other place in the galaxy.” He had slipped into Federation Standard: his less-than-subtle punctuation. That it would be more safe than any other place in the galaxy was absurd. However, he was more familiar with them, so she let it pass. As the chronometer continued its precise calibration of time, Kirel paused to stare at the main tactical screen. Voad was still at stationkeeping just inside Aegis’ Kármán line. They did keep their distance, as they said they would. They were polite… so far. However, there were too many what ifs. “Kh’éile.” “What?” she snapped aloud, making a few heads turn in CnC. She ignored them. “Do not overthink the situation. Continue on that path, and your fear may become reality.” He was right, of course. He usually is. Would she acknowledge that? Definitely not. Instead, she stepped to her console and finalized her list of team objectives, then forwarded them to Captain Ramson. At 1330, there was time enough for Captain Ramson to approve or adjust. Lt Garand had readied the equipment she might need. The team was due at TR-2 in 30 minutes. Report Memorandum To: Kallah Ramson, Captain, Commanding Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis CC: Scott Coleridge, Commander, Executive Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis From: Chirakis Kirel, Captain SI-5, Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis RE: Mission to Dahlem ship Voad, Aegis orbit, Stardate 2388.120 Proposed Team: Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5, Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis Commander Scott Coleridge, Executive Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Duelle Tarisa, Lt Commander, Chief Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Tae’Lynn Dran, Ensign, Science (Botany, Life Science, Meteorology, and Hydrology), Sky Harbor Aegis Mimi Pavilion, Physician, Chief Medical Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Nijil tr’Korjata, SubCommander, Chief of Engineering, Sky Harbor Aegis Proposed Objectives: When given permission by the Dahlem, board the Dahlem Starship Voad. Observe and document elements of the starship and its occupants. Observe and document any threats that could compromise the safety of the Away Team. Observe and document any threats that could compromise Sky Harbor Aegis or its area of space. Observe and document any ideas voiced by the Dahlem concerning collaboration with them in the areas of science, medicine, engineering, or otherwise. Safely return to Aegis and formulate individual reports due within 24 hours. Oral report and discussion at the convenience of Captain Ramson and/or Commander Coleridge. Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 Captain, Starfleet Intelligence
  23. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1006, STARDATE 51810.29 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the focus of the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. We flooded the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons and forced open the wormhole. We confronted a half-dozen alien craft that came through and only one survived the Federation posturing and threats that led to a short, but violent battle. A boarding party sent to that damaged ship discovered the alien ship is actually organic in nature. We were able to repair by applying Bio- neural gel packs that the ship absorbed directly. A9 took over the command of Manticore while Sovak touring the USS Republic, from the future. Then a massive alien ship, made of the same materials and the smaller craft, came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and asked the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship, they beam out in a hurry. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1006, STARDATE 51810.29= /\ = 181029.log
  24. Personal Log Supplemental, I am excited cant wait to start at the academy!
  25. Personal Log, I have finally made it to starfleet academy i wonder what it is going to be like
  26. "The Final Chapter” Sol System – a few days after last game. It was a long, slow and uneventful ride home after their mission responding to the distress call from the starbase. They’d taken quite a lot of damage in the attack and he was glad the Romulans came in when they did. Their response of them being “rogue operatives” didn’t particularly surprise him; a standard Romulan response J’Lale thought to himself. Though he still didn’t grasp how the operatives managed to overtake a whole shipyard and take six large warbirds and Birds of Prey like that. Definitely a much larger inside job than they let on. As the admiral mentioned though, it’s sometimes best not to ask questions. “We’re arriving at the Sol System, and are on approach to Utopia Planetia” responded the young beta shift ensign at helm. “Go ahead and dock us in” responded the Captain. “Captain Wilkinson and Commander Hodges are ready to meet you sir” the communications officer said. Ja’Lale sighed. “Well. Looks like that’s it then” He was still somewhat surprised his application to the Daystrom Institute was accepted. It’s been so long since he submitted it, he’d forgotten all about it and assumed he didn't get the role. But, he has glad he did -- it felt like a logical next move to his career path to allow him to continue his passion for science, and astronomy. Challenger had finally arrived at the shipyards at Utopia Planetia and was docked into its berth. Already, he could see a few workbees flying around the ship surveying the damage. As he manoeuvred around a fallen bulkhead on the bridge, he could definitely tell that the Challenger was going to be docked here for a while. He was impressed how well the Challenger took being attacked by so many warbirds and large D-7 birds of prey. But, he wouldn’t get the chance to oversee the repairs. It was now when it hit him that the fact that his command of the Challenger was now officially over. He bade a long farewell to the officers on the bridge and took the lift down to the airlock which connected the Challenger to the shipyard. A short ride later, he was met at the airlock by a tall brown haired man, around 6'2" or 6'3" sporting a thin moustache and another man with black hair and a short, stocky build which Ja'Lale estimated to be around 5'6" or 7" but built like a tank. “Ah, Captain it’s nice to meet you finally” responded the moustachioed man. “Yes, to you as well” Ja’Lale smiled. “Take good care of Challenger for me, will you? She’s a good ship and with an even better crew. I know it'll take a lot of work to get her back running into shape again, but I'm confident you're both up to the task” said Ja’Lale. "I know you have a work ahead of you with these repairs, but I'm certain you're both up to the “Thanks Farouk. We look forward to continuing on with your successes. And we also hope we have better luck in our encounters with the Rommies than you did” replied Captain David Wilkinson, the Challenger’s new Commanding officer -- the tall well-built man from Nebraska with the moustache. The short and stocky built Commander Neil Hodges smiled. “Aye, you got that right!" he said, seconding Wilkinson's comment. "It’ll be a good challenge, but we’re up for the task. I'm sure of it. We both look forward getting to know the ship and her crew” Hodges responded in his distinctive Yorkshire, England accent. “I certainly hope so. I wish you both the best of luck and every success” Ja’Lale said. Ja'Lale pressed a button on a terminal wall. “Computer, transfer command of the USS Challenger to Captain David Wilkinson, and Executive Officer Commander Neil Hodges effective immediately. Authorization code Ja’Lale Alpha-4-1-1-5-9er”. The computer beeped in response. “Command transfer accepted. Command of the USS Challenger has been transferred to Captain David Wilkinson and Commander Neil Hodges as of 2205 hours, star date 11810.26” replied the computer. And with that, Captain Ja’Lale’s command of the Challenger and time with Starfleet had come to an end. Ja'Lale pressed the button again, activating the ship wide comms so that every person on the Challenger could hear. "Attention crew of the USS Challenger. As many of you know, I am stepping down as the Commanding Officer of the Challenger to pursue a new opportunity outside of Starfleet. I want to say, that it was my absolute honour and pleasure to be your captain over this many years. We've been through so much together, but you acted in steadfast duty and loyalty to the ship and Starfleet with the utmost dedication to your posts. I truly appreciate everything you have done to make Challenger the ship that it is and to upkeep our extremely positive reputation in Starfleet. "I will miss each and every one of you and I hope that wherever you go, and whatever you do it will be met with good fortune. Your new Captain, Captain Wilkinson and your new XO, Commander Hodges I know are great men who share my values in fostering a deep positive working relations with you. I'm certain you'll continue to grow in their command. Fortune favours the bold. Goodbye Challenger, and god speed. May the winds forevermore always be at your backs. This is Captain Ja'Lale one last time, over and out". He cut the comm and walked back to the airlock. Ja’Lale shook Wilkinson and Hodges' hands and gave them a final salute. “She’s all yours now. Again, good luck”. Wilkinson and Hodges nodded and returned his salute. "Thank you Captain, we won't let you down" replied Wilkinson. "Best of luck at your new post at the Daystrom Institute". Ja’Lale smiled a beaky grin at them both and turned into the shipyard’s departure area for his air tram ride to his new posting as Chair of Research of the Astro-Science & astrometrics departments at the prestigious Daystrom Institute, located on Mars' surface. Daystrom Technological Institute, Mars – a few days later It’s been a few days, and he was settling in nicely. The Daystrom Institute was truly an impressive facility. After finalizing his formal resignation from Starfleet at their Mars office, Ja'Lale spent the past few days touring the Institute’s expansive campus and setting up and settling into his new large office complete with a big mahogany desk, fireplace and a large window overlooking Olympus Mons in the distance and a large well manicured garden in the heart of the campus. Ja'Lale's office had an affluent 19th century Victorian feel to it which suited him just fine, he always was a fan of this period in Earth's time. So far, he liked it here at the Institute. He’s gotten along well with his colleagues and gets to continue working with his primary passion of astro-science, stellar cartography and astro-physics. The technology is state-of-the-art and the research projects he oversees will undoubtedly have great benefits to the Federation and Starfleet. It was going to be a pleasure and a thrill to be a part of it all.But a part of him will miss Starfleet and commanding the Challenger. Even though he’s no longer commanding the Challenger, he still gets updates on Challenger’s repair progress from Captain Wilkinson at Ja'Lale's request -- sometimes it was very hard to let go of something you care so deeply about. Ja'Lale was glad Wilkinson understood this and capitulated to his request to keep him in the loop. Repairs have been progressing along nicely according to him and the crew are currently on leave on Earth or other places having a well earned extended period of rest and relaxation. Ja'Lale had also learned that Challenger also will be receiving some new upgrades and refits to make it more able to deal with the new imminent threat coming from the Romulan side. Though the operatives that attacked that colony and starbase were rogue operatives, it was no secret the Romulans, and for that matter, the Klingons were unhappy of Starfleet’s experiments with cloak technology and becoming increasingly vocal against their advances in this field. The grandfather clock in his office chimed nine times. He checked his schedule at the terminal at his desk; 0900. It was almost time for his first meeting with his team to look at new advances and star charts his team were working on -- truly interesting stuff Ja'Lale thought to himself. But as he got up from his desk, his thoughts returned to Romulan situation. He did fear this would boil over and escalate into something worse. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about, but it was something that filled his mind. But, regardless of what happens Challenger will still be there to keep the peace. Crew may come and go, but Challenger’s adventures are still far from over. Life aboard will move on and many adventures still remain to be unwritten. He hoped the new CO and XO and its crew will experience much more as they continue to explore the great unknown.
  27. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1006, STARDATE 51810.29 = /\ = The Manticore was called to Titan due to extreme seismic activity. We found the focus of the energy disruption is an Anti-Verteron wormhole. We flooded the nexus with a huge dose of our own Anti-Verterons and forced open the wormhole. We confronted a half-dozen alien craft that came through and only one survived the Federation posturing and threats that led to a short, but violent battle. A boarding party sent to that damaged ship discovered the alien ship is actually organic in nature. We were able to repair by applying Bio- neural gel packs that the ship absorbed directly. A9 took over the command of Manticore while Sovak touring the USS Republic, from the future. Then a massive alien ship, made of the same materials and the smaller craft, came through the wormhole, communicated directly with Manticore (not the crew) and asked the Away Team to leave the "digestive chamber" of the younger being/ship, they beam out in a hurry. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1006, STARDATE 51810.29= /\ =
  28. SD 1028.2018 The Excalibur has entered orbit of Marxis IV, a somewhat unusual planet in the Kaedwan Confederation where they are delivering supplies to the small colony.
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