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  2. SD 0430.2017 The survey of Irassa IV continues! When we last left out intrepid heroes they were exploring what appears to be a control room below the surface of an abandoned city. Back at base camp, the Medical team continues to assist with various bumps in the exploratory processes as it were. On board Captain Swain and the nerd crew have started to get telemetry back from their solar probe.
  3. MISSION BRIEF: Our adventures exploring Irassa IV continue. Team Miranda has discovered, essentially, a large shaft drilled several hundred meters down in the 'newer' area of the underground transit network. A team of archaeologists have arrived behind them and are beginning to map the rest of the network more thoroughly. Medical is helping some folks with a thorny issue. N'Dak and Harper continue to explore a large obelisk at the center of the ruins, while aboard Excalibur the first readings from the solar probe are beginning to come in. Cptn Swain: BEGIN LE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::following down the stairs behind Admiran::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Letting the blue shirts setup their equipment, taking a look around:: William Chocox: ::steps carefully along the stairs:: Maryse Dubois: ::Now updating her dangerous plant database.:: Now we have two plants to avoid. Cptn Swain: NDak> ::Glances behind him to Harper: I am getting a link from the other teams, apparently they've started to get a translation matrix going. Charlie Harper: ::examines the base of the obelisk:: Good, any preliminary results? Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating the ones with thorns, then with swelling... not so swell for them and the anti-histamine can't last forever :: Tandaris Admiran: ::is in a room with chemical lighting now:: Well, nothing has eaten me yet! William Chocox: That's reassuring. Hakran K'hal: :: following along with Admiran and Chocox :: That's always a plus. :: dryly :: Cptn Swain: NDak> Their language does not appear to have been rooted in the Iconian language. I wondered if perhaps they were an offshot of the Rihannsu. Perhaps io of the far travel ships lost during the Sunderring, but I can na tell yet. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching those treated for additional symptoms :: Cptn Swain: NDak> ::tilts head looking at the markings:: Granted our own language has changed much since those days. Hunter Matheson: ::doing 360 check of the room::: So I guess it's not a cooler or some kind of trap, and there's no cold tub... ::walks around looking at the walls for information:: Charlie Harper: Considering written Vulcan and Rihannsu are mutually unintelligible, I should think so. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: back at the landing camp, staying out of busy medical's way while organizing all of the stuff going in and out, both data and physical :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The walls of the room are relatively sparse, there seem to be various markings like signs for construction workers towards the "pit." William Chocox: ::looks at the writing:: Cptn Swain: ( Did y'all start down the stairs last week? I have a note you did )) Indaura Ryssan: I bet there are many plants to avoid and many not. Hunter Matheson: (yes) Cptn Swain: NDak> ::Nods:: Ie. William Chocox: ((From the looks of the log it looked like we did.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Shining her light around on the walls as they descended, looking for additional markings on the way down.:: Hakran K'hal: :: automatically scans the writing and sends it back to the archeological group that includes the linguist :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps over to Rhan, holding out a PADD.:: New update to send out to everyone. Not only do we have a plant trying to kill us with pollen, but a new one with poisonous thorns... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The stairs are relatively secure for being as old as they are, having been apparently made of a high quality alloy and combined with the relatively low temperatures and humidity in the area. William Chocox: Impressive we haven't found a missing step. Cptn Swain: NDak> I wonder what it was used for... it appears to be older than the surrounding buildings. A monument of some kind? Hunter Matheson: Hm... ::rubs a gloved hand over the markings::: Looks like construction information. Short and sweet. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I wonder if they are the same plant? :: to Dubois :: Do you suppose so? Charlie Harper: Mmm... I'm trying to see if this is the true base or if it's been partially buried... Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Lovely. :: taps his padd to hers to grab the data, then taps away at it to enter it into the database and send the update to everyone on planet :: Some interesting flora on this planet. Maryse Dubois: ::To Indaura before walking over to Rhan.:: Well I wish we could find some good ones. Hakran K'hal: Are you tasting the writing, Matheson? :: distractedly :: Tandaris Admiran: ::walks further into the room at the bottom of the stairs:: William Chocox: ::follows Admiran:: Maryse Dubois: I wish everything wouldn't try to kill us. Or is that asking too much? Hunter Matheson: ::begins to record the writing to match it with what they found before:: Should I, sir? Hunter Matheson: ::didn't actually hear what he said, just kind of answered::: Indaura Ryssan: Well, if these pollen and thorns exist and plants or animals that coexist with them, then they must have a built-in method of protecting themselves Hakran K'hal: Only if there's blood on it. We might need to know if there are orcs about. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders toward Hawthorne:: Interesting stuff, commander. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: Maryse :: With our luck? It probably *is* too much to ask. Charlie Harper: It does look like there might be more below the surface Hunter Matheson: ::shows his scans:: Same type of tool used as up above for what looked like ordinary writing. Only difference is that this is short, like notes, and the other was more like a sentence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Make sure you get scans of any writing you see. We need to expand our database. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: If there are any thick skinned mammals here they could avoid the thorns. William Chocox: See anything interesting Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs.:: True. ::Looks to Indaura.:: I've not heard anyone report back on fauna yet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Maybe they're instructions for their construction crew. Hunter Matheson: ::moving along the walls, past the vacant sections, taking scans:: Could be, ma'am. Cptn Swain: NDak> ::Continues scanning the obelisk base, looking for some sort of entrance.:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns to face her:: It actually has that feel. Indaura Ryssan: Neither have I, should they have already? Hunter Matheson: I mean.. look. Like... ::points::: this looks like some kind of numerical notation. Maryse Dubois: ::Glances at Rhan for a possible answer.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: It's more what I'm not seeing that interests me. Hunter Matheson: We put em together and maybe could figure out their number system. Charlie Harper: ::straightens up, cracks back:: ::frowns at the obelisk:: There's something very strange about this thing. William Chocox: What are you not seeing? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Nothing in yet on the legged front. Hunter Matheson: ::half hearing the convo::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Shines her light on the room as she walks the grid, using her tricorder to scan the ceiling.:: Maryse Dubois: That seems odd. Surely someone would have reported something by now. Cptn Swain: NDak> ::looks over:: Ie? Hunter Matheson: ::sets the scanner to compare::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Think about it. Our working theory is that this place was left unfinished, "under construction", right? Indaura Ryssan: We need to contact them, are we within range? Hunter Matheson: ::has a thought and begins to pace off the sections that are standing::: Indaura Ryssan: I have some of the swelling down, but I don't think the compound is out of their system William Chocox: You're wondering where the equipment is? Hunter Matheson: ::turns toward Admiran and Cho:: Thinking you're right, sir. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It's possible our less than stealthy landing and zipping about on noisy ATV's isn't conducive to spotting things that can hide. Maryse Dubois: That's a fair point. Tandaris Admiran: Not so much the equipment, but the debris. William Chocox: Ah. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders over :: And the marks on the wall. Tandaris Admiran: If this place were abandoned in haste, both equipment and debris should be left here. If it was an orderly withdrawal, why would you waste resources removing debris from something you weren't using? Charlie Harper: Just... it doesn't match. ::turns to look at the rest of the space:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Medical ACTION> Base camp starts getting more reports of biological incidents -- officers coming into contact with poisonous plants. Several were incoming for treatment. Tandaris Admiran: Everything is unfinished yet , ::runs a hand along the surface:: cleaned up. William Chocox: That's weird. Hunter Matheson: paced out this section, and it's about 3 meters. Next one is about 3, and on down the line. Cptn Swain: NDak> ::tilts his head at the human:: Ie, as I said it appears to be older construction. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears more incoming :: More? People can't not touch these things. Hunter Matheson: Between sections is about a meter, give or take. Maryse Dubois: ::Hearing the incoming comms.:: I am beginning to think that there are no fauna, and that the plants dominate here... Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I could've sworn all the kits have gloves. And tools that allow you to manipulate objects without hands at all. :: sigh :: Cptn Swain: NDak> Or did au mean in another way? Hunter Matheson: ::joins Cho and Admir:: William Chocox: It definitely shouldn't be this clean. Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs, looking at Rhan.:: Tell everyone to stop touching things, especially the plant variety. Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves some newly injured in :: Come this way Hunter Matheson: Makes me think they left in a hurry. Indaura Ryssan: This must be a fascinating place for a botanist... Tandaris Admiran: ::nods at Hunter:: Maybe they finished this area, cleaned it up, but then had to leave? ::doesn't sound quite convinced by this theory:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: nods :: I'll point out the obvious. :: sends off a message to all teams to NOT touch the plants without protection :: Hunter Matheson: What made them leave, then? Makes you wonder Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to help with the incoming.:: Hunter Matheson: Well, we're already wondering, so wondering more makes it more complicated, so maybe a notch down on the wondering? Tandaris Admiran: ::shrugs:: Could be anything. Natural disaster. War? This could be a bunker. Complete planetary evacuation? Tandaris Admiran: I wish we could find some technology so we could gauge their development level. Hunter Matheson: Well, they scratch in the walls, so they don't use crayons. Charlie Harper: I... ::stops, thinks a moment:: When you have an important historical relic, what do you do with it? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Tandaris all but trips over what appears to be a crude, by our standards, tablet something like an iPad Air 2 or something. Hakran K'hal: You're an engineer, of course you want some technology. I'd rather get the language sorted. William Chocox: Scratching on the walls doesn't mean they're unadvanced. Hunter Matheson: ::catches him as he trips:: Whoa. Cptn Swain: NDak> ::Considers:: Well, many of ours are in the Senate quarter. William Chocox: Careful sir. Hunter Matheson: ::Lights up the area::: Strange. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to treat more people :: I will have a class soon on the ship... Don't Touch Anything... William Chocox: Is that a crude PADD? Hunter Matheson: Beats me Indaura Ryssan: :: Notices something on her own hand :: Bah.. doctor, can you come see my hand? Maryse Dubois: Sounds like a great idea. ::Treats a crewman.:: Charlie Harper: On display, right? With barriers to keep the kids from climbing on them, or at least a plaque of some kind to say why this particular hunk of ugly is allowed to take up space. Maryse Dubois: ::Walks over.:: What is it? Cptn Swain: NDak> ::Nods, seeing her point:: Hmmm Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: Thanks. ::bends down to retrieve the offending object:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Holds up her left hand :: Something from one of them has gotten on my hand. Hakran K'hal: :: scans the object as Tandy picks it up :: Aluminum frame. That should give you one good handle on their tech level. Indaura Ryssan: The urge to itch is...ugh.. quite strong Maryse Dubois: ::Notices her hand. Grabs a tricorder and scans.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Medical ACTION> Incoming wounded were mostly minor irritants, ranging from skin rashes to more incidents with spiny plants. However, one or two of the patients were in anaphylaxis. William Chocox: Huh. So not too advanced. Tandaris Admiran: Looks like a primitive PADD-like device. Tandaris Admiran: I wonder if our tricorder could interface with it? Hunter Matheson: Hm... does it still work? Hunter Matheson: ...but that's what you were talking bout... Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Indaura a hypo.:: Here use this, then put gloves on. And I don't need to tell you, no scratching. ::Goes over to one of the crewman in shock.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: Could you look further up ahead and see if you can find any more of these, or anything else? Hunter Matheson: Sure can, sir. ::moves off::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos herself :: Ah, the hiss that refreshes.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moving to the end of the room, she paused at the doorway that led into the next section, shining her light on the unfinished doorway.:: There's more in here... ::She called over her shoulder.:: Looks like an equipment room. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Here, see if you can find a way to access its internals without breaking it. I'll see if my tricorder can activate any dormant communication protocols. Hunter Matheson: ::sweeping the floor and any ledges he sees with his light::: William Chocox: Yes sir. ::starts looking it over:: Indaura Ryssan: :: gets gloves on :: These may or may not do any good.. but it can't hurt. Tandaris Admiran: ::opens his tricorder and scans the device with an active pulse:: Hunter Matheson: ::pokes his head through the area behind some of the wall spaces::: Cptn Swain: NDak> So that leaves us some interesting questions, does it na? Hunter Matheson: ::quick search of those areas::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treats another looking like they are heading towards shock :: Maryse Dubois: ::Eases a patient having trouble breathing. She looks over, calling out to Rhan.:: Rhan, full decontamination protocols for anyone going back to the ship. Even emergency beaming. Charlie Harper: Hopefully the translation will tell us something. William Chocox: I think I see some screws here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Triggered by Miranda's movement, the lights come on in the next room to reveal some sort of control area. Old-style tech covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Hunter Matheson: ::moves on to the next section, scanning as he goes:: Indaura Ryssan: :: hypos them :: Remain calm.. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: nods :: Understood. Hunter Matheson: Hm.... ::moves into a recessed area::: Tandaris Admiran: No response to my tricorder's interrogation, so it's either incompatible or completely without power. ::turns towards where Miranda and Hunter disappeared:: Let's see if any of the equipment up there yields more clues. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the floor, then runs the light against the wall::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: calls up to the transporter rooms to pass that along before trotting over to the shuttle pilots to make sure they're aware :: Webmaster: ((You tell them to remain calm AFTER hypo'inh them. Hahaha)) Hunter Matheson: (hey webbie) Cptn Swain: (( LOL hi webbie! )) William Chocox: Aye sir. Maryse Dubois: Flight crews are going to have fun scrubbing down the shuttles. William Chocox: ::walks towards where Hawthorne and Matheson disappeared off to:: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the room and whistles:: Wow Indaura Ryssan: Baron sweep would be quicker Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: They don't need to know that. Webmaster: ((Just checking in to make sure the place has not burned down. This also gives me a chance to more fully test the mobile UI)) Hunter Matheson: ::picks up a box, then moves back into the main room::: Found a box. Maryse Dubois: ((::Puts out a small fire.:: Nothing to see here.)) Tandaris Admiran: ((Swain doesn't let me have access to fire any more.)) William Chocox: ((::hides the gas canister behind his back:: Burning? No, no one here would ever do such a thing.)) Indaura Ryssan: How many total are coming here for help? Maryse Dubois: ::Treats her last immediate patient.:: Hunter Matheson: ::brings the box to Tand::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: returns :: Don't expect the shuttle crews to be buying you any drinks, Doc. Hunter Matheson: Thought you'd like to open it. Looks like a toolbox maybe? Tandaris Admiran: You shouldn't have! ::takes the box eagerly and sets it down on a table:: Cptn Swain: (( A box, huh )) Hakran K'hal: :: scanning all of the equipment and looking for any more language :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She ran a hand over the screens as she passed, searching for some sort of switch to power it up.:: Hunter Matheson: (well, gotta keep him busy and I figured that would be a good thing to play with) William Chocox: Boxes are always fun. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans her patient with her medicorder :: The medication should take effect shortly. We are watching others with similar symptoms, so please report anything... :: to the man she was treating :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The tricorder translation matrix spits out something about operations and control. There appears to be more than one kind of script here though, possibly multiple languages. William Chocox: If you're a cat. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs:: Well I'm sure they would rather enjoy breathing. Hakran K'hal: :: glares at Will :: Hakran K'hal: :: then looks over the tricorder :: Hmm, interesting. Hunter Matheson: ::moves on out to check the other areas::: William Chocox: And by cat I use the colloquial term to refer to the common Earth house cat. Cptn Swain: (( aahaha will )) Hunter Matheson: ::smirk as he hears Cho's lame translation::: Hakran K'hal: :: Tandy :: Looks like we've got our first words. "operation" and "control." Though there seem to be multiple scripts here, but can't tell if it's different language or not though. Indaura Ryssan: My own symptoms are abating.. Hunter Matheson: ::he begins where he left off, paying special attention to the recesses and the areas behind the unfinished wall areas::: Tandaris Admiran: ::looking through the toolbox:: Tandaris Admiran: So this was definitely a control room for something. Indaura Ryssan: I'm afraid to take a deep breath now... Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: helpfully : We have gas masks if it'll make you feel better. Hunter Matheson: ::and he finds mostly a few discarded scraps that didn't get cleaned up, but not much else::: William Chocox: Commander, do you have a tool that looks like it could remove screws with *proceeds to describe the head necessary to remove them*. Tandaris Admiran: ::looks through the box:: Ah, here we go. ::hands the tool to Chocox:: Maryse Dubois: Well we may have to break them out soon. Cptn Swain: ...and... William Chocox: Thank you sir. ::goes to remove the screws:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Oh lovely. Indaura Ryssan: Perhaps our medical logs will help figure out all of this. Cptn Swain: ARRETER LE JEU
  4. Today
  5. Engineering begins building the microenvironment to test whether Spekian algae could grow on Zeta 516. Meanwhile, brown spots are noted in the soil wherever some Arcadia crew have walked. chatlog2017-4-2.txt
  6. Yesterday
  7. Crystal Clear Captain Chirakis and Dr. Amanda Davis It is said that analysts often overlook the obvious, and Kirel Chirakis would tend to agree. When confusion reigns, one is more likely to over-think a problem, and the more that happens, the more likely it is to become convoluted. At that point, it is wise to shift one’s focus to something ordinary, such as the now-mundane activity in Aegis’ Command and Control. There, the atmosphere had become more relaxed, if only for a few hours. It allowed Kirel’s thoughts to wander. To pass the time while Captain Ramson interviewed Dr. Sandero and LCdr Lawliet, conversation among Kirel, Commander Coleridge, and Commander Cayne became a casual exchange of ideas regarding the aliens, their diversity, their possible purpose in this area of space, and several other things at random. Eventually the elusive obvious regarding the USS Vladivostok took form, causing Kirel to stop her usual wandering and stare blankly out the CnC observation window. Several months ago, the exploratory science vessel USS Vladivostok was hijacked by a previously unknown group of aliens in Nebula 236A. Vladivostok’s commanding officer, Captain Belton, was of no value to them. Moreover, he was severely injured during the hijacking—so much so that it threatened his life. Ordinarily, one would expect the aliens to kill the crew and take the ship. They did not. Instead, they took them to a semi-habitable planetoid, furnished shelter and food, and treated the wounded. They also saved Captain Belton’s life, “Almost magically,” he said during debriefing. The aliens completely covered their bodies and they did not speak, yet they treated the crew humanely until help arrived in the form of USS Missouri. Strangely, and almost as though they expected it, the aliens left just before Missouri arrived. It was too much of a coincidence. Lt Madelyn Logan, USS Vladivostok’s operations officer, was young, naive, and on her first starship posting. Kirel had rescued her, supposedly by chance. Kirel was on Drakkor, traveling from Aegis to Ferengi space; Logan was traveling from Nebula 236A toward Aegis. The chances that two fighters would intercept in the vastness of space were infinitesimal, and yet they did. Kirel paused for a moment to mull that over while she watched the Commerce Level. Lt Logan had followed her captain’s orders, taken the crystal, and supposedly sneaked aboard a strangely mismatched fighter (part Klingon, part Romulan). She entered the coordinates from Captain Belton and “pressed the button that looked like engage.” Now, how did she, a young, naive science officer who had no flight experience, “steal” a guarded strangely-configured fighter? The obvious answer is that they allowed her to, and it is entirely possible that they configured the fighter to be “stolen” and “flown” easily. A few moments ago, Kirel’s words to Commander Cayne were, “I tend to believe that the aliens are just as confused as we are, that they are feeling their way around a new area of the galaxy.” In essence, the disappearance of the Breen had freed the aliens from domination and allowed them to explore the galaxy beyond Breen space. As she stared out the observation window, Kirel ran through her thoughts one more time. The aliens that hijacked USS Vladivostok were probably more interested in the ship than in its crew. They fed the crew, tended to the wounded, and even healed their captain. They allowed Lt Logan to “steal” the fighter, and they probably allowed someone in the crew to take the images that were found on the crystal. Moreover, there was one image that showed an alien facing forward, standing in a particular position. A very interesting particular position. Were they sending a message? * * * * * * * Amanda Davis, Xeno-psychologist, psychoanalyst, and Counselor, stepped into the CnC conference room, only to be met with Captain Chirakis staring at a most extraordinary image. “Come in, Doctor. Tell me what you think of this.” The captain wasn’t one to mince words, and she definitely did not this time. “Where was this image taken, Captain?” said Amanda as she moved to stand beside her superior. “On a small planetoid in Nebula 236A.” “And who took the picture?” The captain regarded the image for a while longer, then turned to face her. Her eyes were extremely focused, and she seemed to be thinking about something else as she spoke, but again, that was fairly normal for her. “Please, sit,” she said, offering Amanda a chair that faced the screen. “Before I tell you who took the image, tell me all you can about the being, the posture, and everything else you usually do when you analyze these things.” When I analyze these things. Of course. Maintaining her most professional posture, Amanda cleared her throat, settled in and scrutinized the image down to the smallest detail before answering. “First, I am assuming that this figure is not usually found in this area of space.” Kirel nodded. “The most obvious thing is that the figure is entirely covered. Either it needs to be covered because of the atmosphere, or it is concealing its form or identity. And I’m using a neutral word instead of guessing at gender, because there is no way to tell gender, if it has one at all.” The captain’s quizzical look prompted, “There are species in the galaxy that are gender neutral, Captain. However, they don’t normally come in humanoid form. Still, as I mentioned, it could be concealing its true form with the coverings.” The captain seemed to be satisfied. “Continue.” “The next thing I notice is the posture. It is standing straight and tall, but its head is slightly bowed. The bow is not enough to be submissive, it is more like a respectful bow.” She allowed consideration for a moment. “Then, the item in its hand looks like a weapon. Do you know if it is a weapon, Captain?” “Anything can be a weapon, Counselor,” she quipped, somewhat lighthearted. It was very out of character in Amanda’s estimation, and she had seen the captain quite often lately. “However, to fully answer your question,” the captain continued in her normal vein as she pointed certain areas out, “there is a barb and spearhead at the bottom end of the pole, and what appears to be either a hammer or a counterweight at the other end. So yes, I would say it is a weapon. Also, the holstered weapon at the hip is reversed.” “Reversed?” “Yes,” she said, rising to move toward the screen. “The holster, here,” she pointed, “is backwards to the weapon.” “Oh, my. I would not have noticed that.” Amanda joined her at the screen for a closer look. “Anything else?” “Not that I can see, Doctor. Those are the main points.” “Normally,” said Amanda, intrigued, “since that is a weapon, and because the point faces down, I would say that it could indicate a peace proposal. Alternatively, it could mean that they mean no harm and want to go about their business. That, together with the reversed weapon in the holster definitely says more peace than war.” After a few more minutes of examination, Amanda continued, “You were going to tell me who took the image.” “One of the crew of USS Vladivostok, Doctor. And it appears staged. Would you agree?” “Oh, definitely, Captain. How interesting.” “Indeed, Doctor. Very interesting.”
  8. Last week
  9. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/28/17=/\= 26 March 2388 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis local. The Droids are communicating with an outside source. Dr. Sandero and LtCdr Lawliet were overpowered by the telepathic echo. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will question Dr. Sandero and LtCdr Lawliet. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, donut devoured:: Jylliene: ::@CnC:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::lying on the bio bed in sickbay, recovering her energy levels:: Chirakis: ::CnC, pondering many things::: Lawliet: ::lying in a biobed in sickbay:: Kallah Ramson: ::heading towards medical:: Tarisa: ::In the science labs.:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha, eating a taoyaki:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In main engineering :: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm... KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, testing the special request fragrance:: Kallah Ramson: ::arrives and enters medical:: Lawliet: ::looks around him in an odd way:: Chirakis: ::backup for Commander Coleridge, but also agitated because there are too many loose ends that cannot be tied together:: mimipavilion: ::looking over Lawliet's and Dacia's current records:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks around as well, though maybe not as oddly:: Jylliene: ::considers how oddly the job seems to veer from utterly mundane to intensely focused:: Chirakis: ::approaches Cayne and speaks quietly:: Commander Cayne, what do you remember of the alien ship on An-Ward? Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Coleridge to Tarisa. Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: +Scott+ Yes, Commander? Chirakis: ::watching the tactical display, even more agitated because things seem to quiet::: Lawliet: ::struggles to sit up:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps towards Mimi:: How are there patients? Dacia Sandero: ::presses a button on the side of the biobed, tilting upwards so Dacia could sit up:: Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Have you had a chance to look over the sensor readings taken during our experiment? Chirakis: ::Cayne speaks quietly to her, and she nods, having had the same thought::: mimipavilion: ::hears doors open and looks around to see Ramson:: Fine for the most part. Their empathic and/or telepathic levels are a bit off. Lawliet: ::looks around the room as if he had never seen it before:: Oh... Jylliene: ::sip of the ever-present caffeinated beverage:: Kallah Ramson: Understandable. Alexis McFarland: ::Sips a can of Jumja Dew:: Fletcher Jackson: ::smelling the coffee, he slips over to get a refill::: Kallah Ramson: I'll be questioning them. Please keep an eye on their mental fatigue. Lawliet: ::rubs the side of the biobed:: KelsaViegnor: ::grumbles to herself inwardly and makes a few notes, then begins again, tweaking the formula:: Fletcher Jackson: ::and returns to the console, now content::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Kallah Ramson: ::moves towards the biobeds:: Tarisa: +Scott+ I am currently looking over the data now, though I am unsure if I can find anything. Jylliene: ::ponders what would happen if they suddenly started serving decaf. A potential attack plan, perhaps.:: mimipavilion: ::brings up Lawliet's and Dacia's neuro scans on a nearby console:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her juice.:: What should we do now? Tarisa: ::Looking over the scans.:: Alexis McFarland: I don't know. What do you want to do now? Maybe take a walk in the park? I'm kinda full from all those taoyakis and melon breads. Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ I understand. I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you do see anything interesting, anything at all. Tarisa: +Scott+ Understood. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: That sounds good. Scott Coleridge: ((Droid cores are still hanging around?)) Kallah Ramson: ((Yes, in the delegates area)) Dacia Sandero: ::hears some talking nearby, but not able to tell who it is since her empathic abilities are hindered:: Kallah Ramson: How are you two feeling? Tarisa: ::Running the scans through a spectrum analysis.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::content, monitoring everything mundane, letting Cdr Kital take the important things:: Scott Coleridge: ::heads over to where Chirakis is standing:: Alexis McFarland: All right.. come on Annisha. Let's head to the paahk ::spoken with a distinct New England accent:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Commander? Lawliet: ::looks awkwardly in the direction of the voice:: I'm....not sure. Dacia Sandero: Still groggy and disoriented. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins as she gets up and follows as well.:: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Yet another test, all kinds of tests :: Jylliene: ::monitoring stuff that's also fairly mundane at the moment. Has the BigStuff on the main viewer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching his status display :: Tarisa: ::Perks up, thinking she might have something.:: Kallah Ramson: Can you describe what you heard and felt? Fletcher Jackson: ::picks up the work order from those quarters he reassigned a few hours ago::: Jylliene: ::leans back in her chair and stretches her back a little, then refocuses herself:: Dacia Sandero: ::considers:: Hm. It's hard to describe, but I shall try... ::tries to recollect her memories but they're a bit fuzzy:: Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD and leaves the lab, hopping on a TL.:: Lawliet: "What I heard and...felt?" ::looks down for a moment and off to the side:: I...heard a voice. Alexis McFarland: ::heads with Miana and Annisha out of the food court to the park area:: KelsaViegnor: ::adds a bit more of the synthetic pheromone, with a woodsy undertone and floral top notes:: Dacia Sandero: I saw patterns.. I was focusing on those. Like Lawliet, I heard a strange "voice" or something like an echo or ping? I'm not able to tell if it was saying anything. It got pretty overwhelming fairly quickly if I recall... Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Are our guests still behaving themselves? Chirakis: So far, Commander. They are just standing there, as they were before. Chirakis: It's strange. ::pulls up the security screen:: They just stand, as though they are listening. Kallah Ramson: Anything familiar? Annisha: :: Scratching :: Scott Coleridge: Well they can probably process information must faster than we can. They're probably thinking circles around us. ::shudders:: It's creepy. Chirakis: However, Dr. Sandero and Commander Lawliet are in sick bay for some reason. Dacia Sandero: Not....really? I don't know... Chirakis: True. Creepy is an excellent word for it. mimipavilion: ::continues to monitor their neuro scans:: Lawliet: No. The voice was too alien....it was also, close? Yeah, it felt close. Alexis McFarland: Have an itch, Annisha? We can grab some aloe vera. My Neemah says that works for itches. Tarisa: ::Steps out onto the CnC once the lift stops.:: Dacia Sandero: Yes yes... close. Kallah Ramson: What was the most prevalent feeling you could make out? Chirakis: So long as nothing interferes with our systems and nothing untoward enters the system, I believe we are all right. And you have put fail-safes on the computer systems, correct? Lawliet: ::looks in Dacia's direction:: Was is...control? Authority? Jylliene: ::Glances at Tarisa:: Jylliene: ::nods to her:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, an air of authority. Whatever that voice was seemed to exude control. I don't know how to put it any better. Chirakis: ::notes Tarisa's entrance::: Scott Coleridge: I have. They could circumvent them pretty easily, but not without giving us enough warning to shut everything down. Chirakis: Excellent. Scott Coleridge: I suppose we just wait until we figure out a next move or they ask for something else. Kallah Ramson: Can you focus on that feeling. Chirakis: I hoped that they had an answer to our counter offer by now. Tarisa: ::Smiles at Jylliene. Her tail waves as she walks over to the SCI console. Using the PADD, she bring up something on her screen.:: Dacia Sandero: ::tries to focus on what she had felt:: Fletcher Jackson: ::goes for more coffee::: KelsaViegnor: ::tries the new scent, and nods in satisfaction:: Lawliet: ::closes his eyes...struggling with the discomfort:: Kallah Ramson: ::closes her own eyes:: Dacia Sandero: ::breathes a bit slower and closes her eyes as she focuses on the feeling:: Kallah Ramson: Those feelings that are alien, push them aside. They are simply shadows on the side of the road. Chirakis: Commander, I have a distinct feeling that some of the aliens we are encountering from Breen space are literally feeling their way into our area of space, and that most of them are more curious than dangerous. Kallah Ramson: Follow the obvious path. Dacia Sandero: ::nods and attempts to push those feelings out of her mind and focuses on the main voice or echo:: Chirakis: However, it only takes one dangerous one to upend the pot. Lawliet: ::takes slow, regular breaths:: Tarisa: ::Does a quick cross reference and then confirms.:: Chirakis: ::thought, turns to face him:: Have you heard of Ragor Tal, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::muses for a moment, confused expression:: Hmm, no. Alexis McFarland: ::arrives at the park and walks along the pond, but not too close as to fall in:: Kallah Ramson: ::following their minds:: Jylliene: ::unfamiliar with that as well, sees what she can pull up on her console:: Tarisa: Commander, I have what you requested. At least I think I do. Kallah Ramson: There's something ahead. A bend in the road. Something is there. Chirakis: Ruthless, insidious, warlord who commands many planets. He deals in every kind of subterfuge and dealing that you can possibly imagine, and a few we probably could not. Dacia Sandero: ::mentally notes the patterns she had felt, but wasn't able to decipher, leaves that for now and narrows her focus...:: Lawliet: ::steps forward toward the bend:: Chirakis: His specialty is to infiltrate a legitimate group and work from the inside out, pitting them against each other, then taking over when havoc breaks loose. mimipavilion: ::continues to monitor:: Chirakis: It works rather well. Scott Coleridge: Sounds like we should hire this fellow. Scott Coleridge: ::deadpan:: Dacia Sandero: ::crosses the bend trying to see what is beyond it:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Tarisa:: Report. Kallah Ramson: The bend is in shadows. What is there is in shadows. Can you focus on it. What do you see? Chirakis: I suspect he is in this somehow, though I have no proof. Dacia Sandero: ::focuses in on the shadows:: Hmm, strange. Chirakis: He was most likely responsible for the Argesil Conspiracy - the Allied Powers' Watergate. Chirakis: That is why we were without Starfleet protection for a while. Lawliet: ::looks around the bend:: I see....no. I feel wind. Chirakis: ::turns back to her console::: Dacia Sandero: Yes, a strange gust of some sort. A light breeze? Tarisa: ::Shows her console screen.:: I did not find anything at first, until I ran them through spectrum analysis. At two distinct points, when our telepathic crew reported issues, there were very faint spikes on a specific frequency. Kallah Ramson: Step towards the breeze. Dacia Sandero: ::heads towards the breeze in her mind:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviews the readings as Tarisa explains:: That sounds promising. Lawliet: ::steps into the shadow:: Chirakis: ::works the tactical console for information that could mirror Tarisa's findings::: Dacia Sandero: ::follows as well into the shadow:: Chirakis: ::and she sees nothing so far::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This is all I come up with. It might be coincidence, but now that I have something to work with we may be able to detect more instances. Kallah Ramson: Anything else you can sense? Lawliet: ::looks around and doesn't see anything...just the wind:: Dacia Sandero: ::focusing in further, trying to sense anything out of the ordinary:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At tactical :: Kallah Ramson: Something is missing. Hiding. Fletcher Jackson: ::pulls up work orders, manifests ready for signing, and a whole lot of other things to mess with::: Dacia Sandero: ::and doing a good job of it:: Chirakis: :::moves over to allow Cayne access::: Kallah Ramson: Focus for a moment while I try something. Dacia Sandero: ::maintains focus:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am having issues Captain... Lawliet: ::steps off the path:: What we seek, cannot be found by following the path. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Issues? Kallah Ramson: ::loader and over her shoulder:: Doctor, keep an eye on any spikes in their readings. Jylliene: ::realizes she kinda likes the minutiae. Lets her mind wander about the big issues:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have been away too long. I will need to read up on operations before taking this console on another session. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good work so far. I wonder how this compares to what Lawliet and Sandero might have sensed. Kallah Ramson: ::projects her mind into their vision....a bright light floods into the shadows:: Chirakis: Very well. Security could use your help, if you would like to retire for a while. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll finish out my shift. Lawliet: ::stops and looks up at the light:: Tarisa: I am curious about that as well, but I am no telepath. Chirakis: ::nod:: As you wish. Chirakis: ::begins her customary wander around the CnC, checking work, answering questions, asking them if she needs clarification::: Dacia Sandero: ::heads towards the light in the shadow:: mimipavilion: ::watches for any spikes:: Kallah Ramson: ::walks into the setting, the mental version of her is chaotic, multiple layers overlapping, each slightly out of step with the other, some looking around, others focused forwards:: Lawliet: ::steps forward in front of Dacia:: Jylliene: :::glances up at the main display:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, how is this all connected? Much of this started before I arrived.. Dacia Sandero: ::Steps aside to let Lawliet pass:: Chirakis: ::wanders back toward him:: A good question, Commander. Chirakis: It is quite convoluted for everyone at the moment. More questions than answers. I tend to believe that the aliens are just as confused as we arel Jylliene: ::silent amen to Chirakis's comment:: Chirakis: Whom can we trust? Chirakis: Whom can we not trust? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still in main engineering :: Kallah Ramson: It is off the path. Chirakis: It is like they are feeling their way around a new area of the galaxy. Lawliet: ::looks off to the side and takes a few steps:: Chirakis: However, if we were in the same situation in Breen space, I imagine that we would be confused as they must be. Kallah Ramson: The breeze is something new. The voice is carried on the wind. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Explorers? Hmm. Dacia Sandero: ::follows closely after, trying to get a focus on the voice:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How much of Breen space have we explored? Chirakis: :::minimal shrug::: They've never been out of Breen space. They don't know the galaxy beyond that. Chirakis: We know very little, Commander. Lawliet: ::decides to speak out:: Hello? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A well cloaked vessel would be a good start for exploration of their space. Chirakis: It was a species best left alone. Chirakis: Indeed. And well cloaked vessels they have also. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I befriended a Breen once, at least I think I did. Jylliene: ::much "louder" silent amen to Chirakis's comment (the left alone):: Chirakis: Much of their technology I suspect was stolen from the Breen. Scott Coleridge: ::thinking about what other methods they might use to learn more about the droid cores:: Scott Coleridge: ::short of dissection, sadly:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone there? Alexis McFarland: Oh hey, there you are. Chirakis: If you recall, the Deosi stole the subspace transporter, and until we discovered the problem and how to correct it, the transporter did more harm than good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Alexis' friend Annisha is tailing her :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Ear twitches as she walks.:: Who are you talking to? Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision, the breeze becomes stronger and stronger:: Chirakis: ::notes Scott's expression as he rolls things around in his brain:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone in particular. I got distracted by that doggie and thought I lost you guys. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I did not feel safe traveling through that, no matter how much that Rihan engineer assured me it was. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Lawliet: ::puts his arm up:: Dacia Sandero: Hello? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Jylliene: ::suppresses a snicker, continues working:: Chirakis: ::eyebrow:: It is, after all, manipulating things that should not be manipulated. Jylliene: ::nods inwardly in some silent agreement:: Chirakis: We go where no one has gone before, and often it is where no one should go. Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision, the wind blows even stronger, it whistles and rushes around them:: Lawliet: Keep low to the ground. Chirakis: ::watching Scott as she talks to Cayne, knowing he has idea he is reluctant to share::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Be careful what you eat before going through that subspace transporter. Chirakis: ::wan smile:: Agreed, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I should log in some holodeck time on operations... Alexis McFarland: :;Keeps low:: ok.... Dacia Sandero: :;Keeps low:: ok.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So, are we not getting into an agreement with these droid cores? Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision the wind halts. Then it changes direction...dragging them forwards towards something:: Chirakis: I believe that the droid cores are not the ones we will be in agreement with. I believe that the droids are messengers only. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lockdown was driving him insane.. the calls :: Kallah Ramson: Hold on. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, should speak to the one in charge.. Scott Coleridge: Malicious code Scott Coleridge: Memes - yes - of course. Chirakis: I believe that is what Captain Ramson is attempting now, Commander... Lawliet: ::grunts:: Chirakis: Malicious code? Chirakis: :::listening to Scott: Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis and Cayne:: We give them more of what they want when they want it. Chirakis: ::still listening::: Kallah Ramson: ::feels something suddenly very close, very present. Not a memory...active and alive:: Chirakis: And at the moment they want...? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What do they want exactly? Scott Coleridge: And we embed a memetic virus into the information, then use it to track back to the source. Chirakis: Of course. Kallah Ramson: Break the vision! Turn away, open your eyes! Dacia Sandero: ::blinks and opens her eyes:: mimipavilion: ::looks between the scans and the trio:: Dacia Sandero: What was that? Lawliet: ::tries, but is having trouble letting go:: Lawliet: ::opens his eyes:: Alexis McFarland: ::looking at her reflection in the water:: Kallah Ramson: ::eyes fly open:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/28/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very interesting. Chirakis: We have two cliffhangers... Chirakis: Captain Ramson and the ones they are telepathically connected to. Chirakis: And Scott, with his idea. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Let's just go 15 minutes. Chirakis: Very well. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Good job everyone. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Why thank you, Jami, but I'm not so sure about another 19 years. Yee gads, that would mean I'd be... 40!! (KIDDING {I would be 42})
  11. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51704.20 - Season 22 The crew is shaking down the ship following repairs and monitoring the ongoing repairs of less minor systems that did not have to wait to be completed at the Galae repair docking frame. Various tests have been underway, and a condition red had been sounded, brining t'Vatrix to the oira to watch the team's progress. Department heads are to have reports ready detailing the progress of the refit and re-crewing. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM KhreRiovtRex: :: watched as the Maenak quickly took her leave to the lift tube yet again:: STSF Seiben: ::testing out flight controls and other things:: KhreRiovtRex: t'Temarr, how are the proficiency ratings going? Laehval tTemarr: S'Bien, test the cloak next, but contact engineering to warn them first. They'll need to monitor our power flow network. ::She looked to t'Rexan.:: So far, we are testing within normal standards. STSF Seiben: ::Nods:: Ie, of course. STSF Seiben: +Engineering+ Oira to Engineering. We're about to test the cloaking device. Keep an eye on the power flow, please. KhreRiovtRex: Menhka. Have au found anything that has concerned au so far? Lerak trPexil: +Oria+ Understood tAehjae: ::: on the Oria going over results of her last training session:: STSF Seiben: Activating cloak.. now. ::presses the button, activating the cloaking device:: STSF Seiben: ::Monitors status from the OPS console:: Laehval tTemarr: Na, as of yet. There are minor systems still to be repaired, but our essential systems are functioning at our prior efficiency or higher. They have made several upgrades in engineering -- all of which we desperately needed. KhreRiovtRex: tAehjae, :: waves her over:: tAehjae: :: steps over to tVatrix:: Rekkhai? KhreRiovtRex: :: looks back over to Laehval:: I will accept au expertise on the matter, if au say it was needed, then the time taken was well used. Keep me apprised of any issues or equipment that we may need to gain access to Webmaster: ((Figured it out)) KhreRiovtRex: ::turns back to t'Aehjae:: Have au had a chance to start looking over the new crew files? Many records were lost or temporarily offline. Lerak trPexil: :: Navigating around some of the new changes :: KhreRiovtRex: Most Galae will be true, but I do na doubt that we have at least a few collaborators or traitors in our midst. STSF Seiben: Power readings are good so far on my end. KhreRiovtRex: Keep an eye on them, work up what background au can, and take au findings to tTemarr. She will evaluate and work with au on crew personnel issues. KhreRiovtRex: I'm assuming t'A, that au have limited access to many of the new crew until we get a better background check? tAehjae: I have some of them Rekkhai, I will rekkhai STSF Seiben: ::looks at the readings and makes a "not bad" kind of face:: Laehval tTemarr: +Lerak+ t'Temarr to Engineering. How are the other systems holding up with the cloak engaged? KhreRiovtRex: I was told au stopped by earlier, but I was busy at the time. What was it that au wished to speak of? tAehjae: IE rekkhai very limited KhreRiovtRex: :: watching the interaction between Laehval and the rest of the bridge crew:: tAehjae: Just what au have said here rekkhai.. to inform au of their limited access KhreRiovtRex: :: notes that the woman had come a long way from when she would only truly speak with her engineers, to having the confidence to run the oira:: m_k_tksa: ::in medical after her quick jaunt to the oira:: Lerak trPexil: +oria+ there are signs of out of specification... Logging and will correct STSF Seiben: +Pexil+ Understood. Keep us appraised, yeah? KhreRiovtRex: Do na let me keep au from au work t'Aehjae, but if au suspect anything, fhaen let tTemarr know. tAehjae: IE rekkhai. I will retire to Man Dheno to complete my searching KhreRiovtRex: Laehval, how much speed can we maintain while under cloak? KhreRiovtRex: Have we tested that yet? Lerak trPexil: :: sending parties to search out the ship for out of spec items :: Laehval tTemarr: Na yet. ::She nodded to Koga.:: S'Bien, au heard her. Strain our systems while we are under cloak. Laehval tTemarr: If it will fail, it will fail during that time. tAehjae: :: turns heading back to the ift:: STSF Seiben: Ie rekkhai.. ::gradually increasing speed, watching power readings as the ship's speed increases:: tAehjae: :: enters the lift:: Dheno KhreRiovtRex: :: trying to make an effort to be rhae the oira for a bit, as the crew must have thought she had left the ship, she had spent so little time with them. However, she was finding it difficult to concentrate on these minor issues. She had io purpose in the pathetic mockery that had become her life.....and she would see it done. it might na be the rest of her life m_k_tksa: How did the red alert test go? ::sitting on a biobed, watching the extended legs of the menak trying to adjust settings from under it:; KhreRiovtRex: but she would see it done. She had sworn to the elements, but then again, the elements be damned for letting this happen in the first place STSF Seiben::: increases speed to full power, but not quite going to plaid:: KhreRiovtRex: :: with the exception of NDak, she had actually had very little interaction with any of the crew, since they had brought her back after the excursion on the home world KhreRiovtRex: not since they had brought her back tied up again......and now she had to get comfortable with trusting them again STSF Seiben: Seems more stable at speed than before, so far.. tAehjae: :: return to main dheno and to her desk to complete her work:: KhreRiovtRex: she had spoken to tTemarr and NDak about doing just that, and each had noted they wanted to speak with her, but neither had. And as for the Daise Maenak, she continued to be sour and avoid her as if she had some: sort of terrible deadly disease STSF Seiben: +Pexil+ How's it holding? Noticing anything out of the ordinary? Lerak trPexil: +oria+ I am shutting down the secondary eng console on the oria. It may have a faulty node causing extraneous outbursts through the cloak. I'm coming up to personally attend to this. Lerak trPexil: :: grabs a kit and replacement components and heads to the oria :: STSF Seiben: Hm. +Pexil+ Understood. STSF Seiben: Hmm. I suppose there's always teething issues on new upgrades, Lerak trPexil: :: lift time later Pexil emerges on the oria :: m_k_tksa: Maec> Na bad. Just a few...........kinks. ::grunts as he tries to twist a few nuts into place:: We need to reprogram re of the beds. I'm trying to get the panel back on this one. KhreRiovtRex: t'Temarr..... I wish to inspect the some of the outposts and stations as they radiate out from homeworld. Lerak trPexil: :: says little to anyone before accessing the panel Laehval tTemarr: Push it a bit higher and make it a bumpy ride. I'd like to test out the inertial dampers. KhreRiovtRex: We do na know if they just ran, or if they are stripping, destroying everything in their wake.... we will find out nothing sitting here. Put us on course for the nearest outpost along the route back towards Othan space STSF Seiben: Aye aye...:: increasing speed further still, watching the power readings steadily rise:: KhreRiovtRex: Au may continue au testing along the way Laehval tTemarr: ::She glanced at t'Rex.:: Ie, Rekkhai. We can finish our tests along the way. m_k_tksa: Maec> And did t'Temarr say anything about the crew reports? ::throws the sonic device back into the tool kit before leaning out from under the biobed:: m_k_tksa: Na, but I saw her eye brow raised when she got to page thi. ::folds her arms:: Lerak trPexil: :: scans the components behind the console, his feet sticking out the bottom as he works in the guts of it :: Laehval tTemarr: (( She said that we could only afford to keep half of the crazy ones. )) KhreRiovtRex: Oh, and tTemarr, consult the shipping routes with Koga, see what other prime targets there might be. Give my thanks to Pexil for the ship being hrrau menhka condition during this test. Au have the oira...... m_k_tksa: ((So we're 1 over our allotment - we thought the eccentric crazy was more fun that the homicidal crazy)) Laehval tTemarr: ::She glanced to Lerak, or what part of him she could see beneath that console.:: KhreRiovtRex: :: gets up and heads back to her chambers...... she didn't really feel a part of anything anymore....:: Lerak trPexil: :: hears what he thinks is his name and a compliment, but the console seemed to muffle the noise :: Lerak trPexil: :: The hours must have been getting longer as time dilation increased the more one worked. :: m_k_tksa: I still say you cheated with that flip call. Admit it, you had a weighted coin. Laehval tTemarr: ::She glanced at t'Rexan's door as she disappeared into her chambers and frowned. While she knew the woman had lost much and had the right to be sad, she wondered just how long she was going to sulk.:: m_k_tksa: Maec> I did not. I won fair and square. ::standing up and dusting off his slacks before taking up his cane again and the repair kit handle:: Lerak trPexil: Oof :: exclaimed Pexil, hitting his head inside the console as he worked on the floor :: Laehval tTemarr: ::They needed their Enarrain back, not the ghost of a woman she'd become. Sighing, she looked back to the tests, glancing at the power readings as the ride began to strain their systems. There was so much to do before they engaged in another conflict. S'Bien, that is enough. KhreRiovtRex: :: the door shut behind her and she crossed back to the window to stare back off into space and ponder what she had done to the elements, to have had not just io bad lifetime, but to have been thrust into a second, where she must abide in solitude.. She could barely imagine that she was hoping that NDak would even stop by from STSF Seiben: Aye . Slowing her down. ::gradually decreases the speed back to normal:: KhreRiovtRex: the Stinger, as after all they'd been through, he seemed to be the only io willing to work with her:: tAehjae: (( ha same problem as last week. Saw everyone elses line but nothing I tyed showed to screen refresh did not work)) STSF Seiben: ::heard a muffled thump, wonders what that was, oh well:: m_k_tksa: ::soft sigh, feeling rather bad for the fact that the Kheinsa still needed some support, however minor, after Talon's fire, the firefights, battle and trip to the planet had na helped:: Au and I need to work on PT exercises tonight. KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: Great job everyone, glad you all could get into the room. t'A, we'll note that problem and I'll let Webbie know to look at it when he gets home in a bit. KhreRiovtRex: Ok...so, we're heading off to check to see if things are ok, if still held by Othan, if never had been held by Othan, or if had been damage/destroyed by the fleeing ships tAehjae: ok also the line that says type your message here never disappears. I cannot read the first few words I type becaus its over them. KhreRiovtRex: Will also have to worry about additions of our own crew, and how everyone is able to handle going after those that did this to our planets KhreRiovtRex: Thanks tA will let him know KhreRiovtRex: Ok, Laeh, do you have anything? Laehval tTemarr: Nope. Nice sim, all. Laehval tTemarr: Have a great weekend. KhreRiovtRex: anyone else? m_k_tksa: Gnight everyone KhreRiovtRex: Crew Dismissed! KhreRiovtRex: Good night and have a nice weekend all......be ready to start getting into some action STSF Seiben: Ooo goodnight ! tAehjae: night all
  12. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 28 April 2017 26 March 2388 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM), Aegis local. We realize that the droids are communicating with an outside source. Captain Ramson, Dr. Sandero, and Lt Cdr Lawliet, our resident telepaths, key in on their comunications. Dr. Sandero and Lt Cdr Lawliet are overcome by the telepathy and collapse. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will be questioning Dr. Sandero and Lt Cdr Lawliet. We will try to deal with everything else.
  13. Happy Anniversary, USS Manticore, celebrating 19 years of mirth and mayhem! Congratulations to all her crew, and especially to Admiral Atragon-9 and Admiral Sovak! May you have 19 more years!
  14. With the launch of STSF v3.0, I've taken the opportunity to go back and work on some things to improve the overall security of the website. Starting today, all communication with the STSF server will be encrypted via TLS (formerly known as SSL). The benefits of this include: Better overall security (someone sitting between you and the STSF servers cannot intercept/modify requests). Improved SEO (Google is starting to penalize sites not making use of SSL and ranking them lower in it's search listings). Now... the only downside to this is that not all operating system and web browser combinations support this higher level of security. (I'm using the same cipher suites and encryption protocols used by the major banks.) As a result, the following browser/operating system combinations are no longer supported by STSF: Android 4.3 or below IE6 (Windows XP) IE7 (Vista) IE8 (XP) IE 8-10 (Windows 7) Safari 6.04 or below (Mac) In case anyone is wondering.... we currently have an A+ on the Qualys SSL Labs scanner: https://www.ssllabs.com/ssltest/analyze.html?d=www.stsf.net&hideResults=on Compare that to Bank of America who currently only has an A- with the same test: https://www.ssllabs.com/ssltest/analyze.html?d=www.bankofamerica.com&hideResults=on
  15. Scooter I cannot get in the chatroom.  Not certain why. after username and password another screen appears with a blue login button that gets me nowhere.

     

    1. STSF_Scooter

      STSF_Scooter

      Technical difficulties outside our ability to fix it immediately.  Sim canked.

    2. Byblos

      Byblos

      Roger that. Thank yo.

       

    3. Webmaster

      Webmaster

      The issue was resolved later in the evening.  Can you please check and try again?  

  16. Search should now be working. With the launch of STSF 3.0, I've had a chance to look at the search fields and give them an update. When searching for "excalibur", I now see over 2,000 results returned. NOTE: Searches require a minimum of three characters. (This is a MySQL database limitation.)
  17. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #949, STARDATE 51704.24 = /\ = With the "help" of the USS Obsidian (Section 31), the Manticore responded to and ultimately stood by while the freighter Tawa was destroyed after a Section 31 experiment got out of hand and the spores they were carrying infected and killed the entire crew. We were able to keep the Manticore crew safe, who responded to the initial distress call, but the Tawa crew was too far along in the infection. A9 took command of the Obsidian to keep Section 31 from going too far into skunkworks world, but he couldn't keep the command himself. Hence his demotion of the original captain and the field promotion of Commander McFly to Captain McFly. Boy, we thought it was tough living with him as an Xo, now what has A9 done?! = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #949, STARDATE 51704.24 = /\ =
  18. Earlier
  19. SD 0423.2017 Our adventures exploring Irassa IV continue. Team Miranda has discovered, essentially, a large shaft drilled several hundred meters down in the 'newer' area of the underground transit network. A team of archaeologists have arrived behind them and are beginning to map the rest of the network more thoroughly. Medical is helping some folks with a thorny issue. N'Dak and Harper continue to explore a large obelisk at the center of the ruins, while aboard Excalibur the first readings from the solar probe are beginning to come in.
  20. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is continuing its survey of the Irassa system. Aboard the ship, Swain and the astrometrics nerds are monitoring a sensor disturbance while waiting for scans of the star to come back. Planetside, survey teams have spread out across the area. One unfortunate Bolian found out a particular plant in the system is toxic. Meanwhile, a number of the starring cast are exploring an underground transit system and have located what appears to be newer construction and some sort of vault door. When we last hit the PAUSE button, Tandaris had decided, per usual, to go ahead and try and open it before the archaeology team arrives, because why not. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She had her tricorder out, actively scanning the door for the first glimpse of whatever lay beyond.:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the area, staying clear of the door because, well, you know.::: Maryse Dubois: ::At base camp, looking over the toxicology report.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::has just flipped the switch that should open the doors: Indaura Ryssan: :: with the other medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::Glances over at Indaura.:: How's your patient? Cptn Swain: ACTION> There is a brief shudder in the room as the heavy doors shift and a hiss from the pneumatics that operated it. Behind the door is a long hallway that seems to slope downwards. Chemical lighting kicks in after moment. Indaura Ryssan: Better... For now. Hunter Matheson: huh... Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Making his way through the ruins with the Archaeology team:: Hunter Matheson: Looks pretty modern. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That's good. Do you think he needs to return to the ship, or will he be able to return to duties here? Tandaris Admiran: ::hops down, dusts off:: Tally ho, hmm? Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs an operations crewman, since Rhan is busy.:: I want this plant data forwarded to all the teams, with a warning. No one is to approach this type of plant. It is very toxic. Indaura Ryssan: I'd consider it, but for now no. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nothing odd on sensors. ::Sweeping the hall. She stepped past the doors and headed down the slope.:: Maryse Dubois: His team leader should be pleased then. Indaura Ryssan: :: scanning, looking at his eyes :: Hunter Matheson: ::follows::: Tandaris Admiran: ::looking at the tunnel but finding nothing remarkable so far:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced at Tandy.:: Do we have any remote probes prepped that could map out the ruins from the inside? Hunter Matheson: ::random wondering about why the underground tunnels, but I guess that's why we're here::: Indaura Ryssan: :: places a monitor on him :: don't worry Tandaris Admiran: ::rummages in his bag and produces one such probe:: Snagged this from the archaeology team's supplies. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temperature begins to decrease slightly as the team heads further down. The humidity is also increasing. Indaura Ryssan: Any other crew with this affliction? Hunter Matheson: ::thinking aloud:: Wonder why the civilization thought it was necessary to tunnel down. Safety? Unstable atmosphere? ::screws up his face, thinking::: Maryse Dubois: Doesn't seem so for now. We caught this pretty early. Hunter Matheson: Oh... big bad dinosaurs. ::smirk:: Indaura Ryssan: Whew Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: Those are all definite possibilities. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cold storage? The temperature is dropping. Tandaris Admiran: ::activates the probe and sends it off on its automated search and mapping way:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks to Tandaris, thinking::: Hunter Matheson: Cold storage would be a good guess to me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or maybe they just grew tired of sweating. It's comfortable down here. ::Shining her light on the way ahead after the probe zipped past.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to comfort:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The probe begins mapping. Up ahead the corridor flattens out and opens up into a large room. Hunter Matheson: Cheaper than atmospheric scrubbers, too. Indaura Ryssan: The weather is invigorating... Good for the skin... Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Yeah, it does feel pretty nice. Hunter Matheson: Um.. wonder if they have hot springs here, like they had at that other place. Tandaris Admiran: Looks like it opens up further ahead. ::picks up the pace slightly:: Still no energy signatures. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Hobbs> ::Hobbling up to the medical station with the help of two other crewmen, hissing with each step. His entire backside was covered with a blanket of spiny thorns.:: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::arrives at the transit network with the Arch team.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the open area, looks around:: Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the ensign.:: What happened here? Hunter Matheson: ::steps in behind the cdr, checking it out:: Indaura Ryssan: Wonder what creatures are here... Indaura Ryssan: Thorns? Let me look... Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lights along the floor begin to light up, revealing what appears to be a large circular hole in the center of room with railing around the middle and what appears to be circular stairs leading down it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::The two ensigns with him were snickering. One of them piped up.:: Um... he had a fight with some type of jumping spiny plant and lost. Bent over right into it and got a bunch of spines in his... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Hobbs> It's not funny! ::Wincing.:: Tandaris Admiran: Oooh, stairs. Tandaris Admiran: This seems awfully elaborate for cold storage though. Hunter Matheson: Yeah...::Tand:: Tandaris Admiran: ::looking around at the walls:: Perhaps a religious site of some kind? Hunter Matheson: Command center? Indaura Ryssan: :: scans and examines a thorn :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a tool and gently as she could, removes a thorn.:: I'll have to make sure this isn't toxic. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She clicked her handlight off and tucked it away since it wasn't needed. Exploring the room, she ventured to the stairs.:: A bunker of some sort, perhaps? Tandaris Admiran: Could be. If there were factions, they could have been worried about aerial bombardment. Hunter Matheson: ::walking around, looking for evidence of whatever:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Hobbs> ::Winces as the thorns were plucked. They were barbed and didn't come out easy.:: Tandaris Admiran: Whatever it was, I don't think they had time to finish it. ::points to several spots that were clearly "in progress":: They roughed it out but never had time to use it. Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Looks like Maryse Dubois: ::Holds it up.:: Nasty little thing. ::Sets it in a tray to begin the analysis.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Medical ACTION> Their scans show the barbed thorns were hollowed inside and filled with some sort of toxin that prevented the blood from clotting. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The probe starts down the shaft. There's a sign at the top of the stairs written in the same script as the map in the transit system. Hunter Matheson: ::tracing the walls with his gloved hands:: Looks like places to insert art, or diagrams, or some kind of sign anyway. Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns.:: Not good. Maryse Dubois: Seems these thorns come with their own natural blood thinner. Hunter Matheson: ::absently:: Wonder what made them stop so suddenly. Hunter Matheson: At least it looks like they stopped in the middle of things, then just left. Maryse Dubois: We're going to have to hold off on removing any others for the moment. ::Looks at the ensign.:: Try to...um...get comfortable. Tandaris Admiran: Or they stopped with every intention of starting up again, but didn't. Hunter Matheson: Or that. Tandaris Admiran: Shall we descend into the pit of despair? Hunter Matheson: I'm game. Hunter Matheson: Wait... despair? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Hobbs> ::Laying on his stomach on a stretcher.:: Can't you just vaporize them or something? They hurt! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda scanned the sign and compared it to the other writing they'd seen, running it through the computer to see if could come up with even a partial translation.:: Maryse Dubois: I could and then have you potentially bleed out. Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: You never heard of a "pit of happiness" have you? Hunter Matheson: Uh... no, sir. Not exactly. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The translation matrix, with the help of some additional data being fed into it by the Archaeology team now in place spits out CARE STEPS Indaura Ryssan: Or release poison Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well... I have a partial translation. It says 'Care Steps'. Hunter Matheson: So.. pit of despair it is. Oh. Better. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... maybe be careful on the stairs? Hunter Matheson: But... that could mean.. yeah, that, ma'am. Maryse Dubois: I'm not sure we're equipped for this on the ground. What is your opinion, Dr. Ryssan, send him to the ship? Tandaris Admiran: That's a good sign. Indaura Ryssan: :: searched the database for this thorn :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The probe has leveled out at the bottom of the pit. It appears to be roughly 500m down. Tandaris Admiran: Clearly they were an advanced, intelligent culture if they had reached that point of banality in their signage. Cptn Swain: ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING)) Hunter Matheson: Well, sir, it could be the way down to their medical area. As in "care"? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Hobbs> ::Whimpering under his breath.:: Tandaris Admiran: Only one way to find out. Tandaris Admiran: ::starts down the steps, being careful:: Hunter Matheson: (QuikClot works pretty well) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked to Tandy as he started down.:: Be careful on the stairs. Hunter Matheson: (hurts like hell, but does the job) Hunter Matheson: (just sayin) Maryse Dubois: ((hehe)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She started down after, being careful.:: Hunter Matheson: ::is being careful on the stairs, as recommended by the higher pay grade:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  21. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/21/17=/\= 24 March 2388 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis local. Diplomatic negotiations continue with the Droid Cores. Senior staff has offered a counter-proposal. The Droids pause to confer silently, raising our suspicions. Our sensors are at full throttle. Our telepaths are listening carefully. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::on the CnC:: KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, reviewing inventory:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pondering recent events::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Nijil tr’Korjata :: Working still in main engineering :: Lawliet: ::meditating in his quarters with various lit candles scattered:: Alexis McFarland: ::in class with Annisha and Miana, working on her classroom assignment:: Fletcher Jackson: ::aux OPS, working beside Cdr Kital:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With the others, working on her assignment as well. Final bell was coming soon.:: Tarisa: ::At SCI station on CnC for the moment.:: Jylliene: ::confers with Fletcher on the requests/reports that have come through during the conference:: Alexis McFarland: The Japanese place has a sale on taiyaki balls, so we should get some of those as well. Lawliet: ::listens to all the various voices in and around Aegis:: Fletcher Jackson: ::shares all he has, but it's not much, just the same old stuff::: Tarisa: Miana> Ooo... Jylliene: Looks like the florist ran out of her stash. Another crate of spirits. Dacia Sandero: ::also listening to the voices on the station:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. And they probably need it by now. Jylliene: "For the plants", supposedly. Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: Yes, ma'am. So it says. Jylliene: All told, I think many of us could use it just as much. Jylliene: ::grin:: Fletcher Jackson: Sounds like a plan to me. If only... ::shrugs:: Kallah Ramson: :;takes a moment to note the mental atmosphere around her:: Chirakis: ::notes Ramson's focus::: Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::goes through the reports and such, hoping that the the telepaths don't over do it mentally:: Dacia Sandero: ::also sensing the general empathic feel around them:: Lawliet: ::filters out some of the "ambiance" around him:: Fletcher Jackson: You know, back in the old British sailing days, ale was part of the rations. Kallah Ramson: ::taps her console:: Yeoman Edwards, please deliver the report to the delegates. KelsaViegnor: ::approving of Gila's work:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Now has food on her mind, thanks to Alexis.:: Fletcher Jackson: Sometimes I wish it was the same here, except that we probably have enough weirdness at the moment. Alexis McFarland: ::yummy!:: Jylliene: ::chuckle:: Yes, likely so. Chirakis: :::moves to Ramson and waits for her attention, not wanting to interrupt anything:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Thinking of tasty tasty Japanese food.:: Alexis McFarland: Teacher> ::Snoopy-style trumpet sounds:: Alexis> Yes, I'm almost done. Lawliet: ::takes slow, deep breaths as he searches for any connection that is alien to him:: Kallah Ramson: ::quietly to Chirakis:: There are things in the intel report we're giving the delegates I don't expect A.I. systems to understand. We hopefully will get them to make contact with their.... Masters again. Chirakis: ::nods understanding:: KelsaViegnor: ::prepares a custom order:: Dacia Sandero: ::regulating her breathing focusing in on alien connections as well: Chirakis: You received my report concerning the Pakleds, Captain? I doubt that it has much significance, but it is a curious thing. Lawliet: ::reaches out to a familiar voice:: ~Sandero...can you hear me? Jylliene: At least we're not also stuck with the food that would have been available. I'll happily give up the ale rations for our food. Alexis McFarland: It's cool we get to get off early because of the yellow alert. Hopefully the food courts won't be too crowded Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Now he was still working in main engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::picks up Lawliet's voice:: ~Yes, I can hear you... Jylliene: ((It's a wonder they ever have a normal school day.)) Tarisa: Miana> Yes. I can not wait. Nijil tr'Korjata: Gila> :: Unpacking a shipment :: Fletcher Jackson: ::grinning nod:: yes, ma Fletcher Jackson: ma'am. I can relate to that. Alexis McFarland: (really) mimipavilion: ::to self:: same song different tune with these reports ::gets up and heads into main medical:: Lawliet: ~ I'm beginning to believe that our efforts might prove in-vain. We weren't particularly listening for the alien voice the first time. Kallah Ramson: Eternally overlooked and underestimated, the Pakleds. Chirakis: My thoughts as well, Captain. KelsaViegnor: ::to Gila:: I'm giving you a raise. Dacia Sandero: ~I agree.. it's hard to make a connection to something you're not sure what it sounds like. So far, I can't sense anything out of the ordinary. Chirakis: Too many strange coincidences. Lawliet: ~There is something we could try, but it might prove dangerous....if not difficult. Alexis McFarland: ::writing down their homework onto her PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: Oh, Commander Kital. I did get a place for that family, the Kurignagalili - I think that's right. Fletcher Jackson: The family with 5 kids. They needed temp quarters because of repairs. Dacia Sandero: ~Oh? What's that? Fletcher Jackson: And don't ask me to pronounce it, ma'am. I only read it and wouldn't even try. Jylliene: Understood. ::smile:: And thank you. Lawliet: ~I've never attempted this before, but I believe I might be able to extend my telepathy....perhaps even into subspace itself. Fletcher Jackson: ::smiles:: Any time, ma'am. Cute kids. Jylliene: That they are. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice is... felt again. Lawliet: ::takes a sharp deep breath:: ~ I can hear it. Dacia Sandero: ~ I've heard of that, but likewise never tried it before... ::feels the weird voice again:: So can I. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs as she finishes the assignment, waiting for the bell.:: Kallah Ramson: ::whisper:: There it is again. Alexis McFarland: (By all telepaths, or just those searching for it?) Lawliet: ~ Sandero, let's focus our abilities together. Perhaps we can do better than alone. Chirakis: ::studies her expression:: The voice? KelsaViegnor: ::carefully packs a bottle into a custom wooden box:: Kallah Ramson: (Those searching) Dacia Sandero: ~I agree. That'll increase our chances. mimipavilion: ::while wondering medical, spots Dacia; who is transfixed; approaches cautiously:: Alexis McFarland: ::school bell rings, kids cheer and head for their cubicles:: Lawliet: ::reaches out with and to Sandero:: Dacia Sandero: ::establishes a better mental link to Lawliet :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> A strange series of thoughts and patterns echo from the voice. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Speaking to customers Chirakis: ::Rubs her temples::: Lawliet: ::begins to breath heavy:: ~ Can you see this? Jylliene: ::sips an afternoon cup o' coffee:: Chirakis: Strange. Dacia Sandero: ~Yes, these patterns. I wonder what they mean? KelsaViegnor: ::subtly watches the interaction between Gila and the client:: Lawliet: ~ Sandero, focus on the images. I'll focus on the origin point. Chirakis: ::randomly:: I seldom have headaches. ::continues to rub her temples::: Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her stuff and heads out of the class with her friends:: Chirakis: ::moves to the TAC console to check status::: Fletcher Jackson: ;::smells the coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ~ Right. ::focusing on the images:: Lawliet: ::he reaches out with his hand in the air, as if trying to find something in a dark room:: mimipavilion: ::watches Dacia, not interfering:: Dacia Sandero: ::mentally going over the imagery :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis:: Yay Lawliet: ::begins searching the area inside and around the base:: Fletcher Jackson: ::cranes his neck to see the coffee:: Pardon, ma'am. Gonna grab some coffee. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana and Annisha as they make their way to the lift:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs:: Jylliene: You've been very helpful at Ops. ::to Jackson:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Enjoy. Fletcher Jackson: ::back with his coffee:: Thanks, ma'am. Lawliet: ::grabs his desk and struggles to extend his telepathy:: Fletcher Jackson: It's been... well... interesting. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::searching through the image and patterns, walking around as she tries to find any correlation:: Jylliene: Good choice of words. Fletcher Jackson: ::grins, then sips::: Annisha: :: Wonders if she should find a new friend, but decides it's too much work :: KelsaViegnor: ::has to get more of those boxes. Much nicer presentation with them.:: Alexis McFarland: ::walks out into the food court:: KelsaViegnor: ::quick count of her remaining stock:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Can smell all the yummy food.:: Mmm... Dacia Sandero: ::mentally putting the pieces together:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Wonders when they will get back to her on security, perhaps they are testing her, or perhaps they only have openings on a quarterly basis :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice has an echo. The source can be heard clearly but faint from far away. The echo is amplified....and close. Chirakis: ::turns back to watch Ramson::: Dacia Sandero: ::Perks:: ~You hear that? I think we're getting closer. Lawliet: ::struggles to his feet and quickly collapses to the floor:: Jylliene: You'd think that medical could come up with something that would do the same as the coffee, but perhaps half the effect comes from the aroma and the ritual of the thing. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile, Cayne was looking at a holographic projection of the Aegis perimeter :: Fletcher Jackson: I'd agree with that ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::makes a beeline for the Japanese place and queues up:: Fletcher Jackson: Commander...I'm getting an emergency signal from Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::groans and struggles to keep up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Quickly follows.:: Jylliene: ::blinks:: What kind Kallah Ramson: ::Fletcher:: Send medical there. Fletcher Jackson: Medical assistance needed. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: ::nods:: What the captain said. Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Emergency medical to Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::breaths harder and faster:: ~Almost... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she looks up from her console.:: mimipavilion: +Fletcher+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: ::struggles as well...:: Ugh. Fletcher Jackson: Good thing they put those sensors in. Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Just a little farther... Dacia Sandero: ::luckily she was seated on a bio bed, but reclines further into it:: Chirakis: ::feeling strange, but not unmanageable. mimipavilion: ::to Mallard:: watch her ::as she passes by, rushing off to Lawliet's quarters:: Alexis McFarland: ::orders some takoyaki balls and melon bread:: mimipavilion: ::Mallard:: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: ;;::focusing more on the sensors and reports Tarisa: Miana> Oooo... ::Orders the same.:: Lawliet: ::loses his control and slips into unconsciousness:: Fletcher Jackson: Whoa... it's blinking red. Jylliene: Medical is already en route. Thankfully. mimipavilion: ::after a few minutes arrives near Lawliet's quarters and bolts down to the room and overrides the door:: Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Commander Lawliet's quarters. Loss of consciousness. Dacia Sandero: ::before long, she too loses her connection and slumps onto the bio bed unconscious:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Nods to Kital::: mimipavilion: ::enters the quarters and sees Lawliet on the floor:: +Fletcher+ Already here. Fletcher Jackson: And another one. Lawliet: ::gives off faint breathing:: Annisha: How's the bread? mimipavilion: ::Mallard begins scanning and treating Dacia:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Kelsa? Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table and sits down, takes a bite:: It's yummy! What did you get Annisha? KelsaViegnor: Yes? Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes a big bite.:: Yummy! ::Fluffy tail dances.:: Chirakis: ::steps over to Ramson and speaks quietly:: Captain, this is beyond strange. mimipavilion: ::starts scanning him, and doesn't like his oxygen levels and treats him for it:: Lawliet: ::takes a deeper breath after the hypo:: mimipavilion: Don't you dare do this to all of us. Kallah Ramson: ::lets out a breath:: strange is a quiet day around here. But, yes. mimipavilion: ::watches his vitals:: Jylliene: ::continues monitoring:: mimipavilion: Mallard>::watches Dacia's vitals:: Chirakis: There is either an immense telepathic presence, or their communication system is one we have never encountered. Alexis McFarland: ::eats one of her taiyaki balls:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Do we have something called Love Potion Number Nine? Kallah Ramson: I believe our listeners found what we're looking for, whether they know it or not. KelsaViegnor: No. But I can create one. Chirakis: ::slow nod:: mimipavilion: Lawliet can you hear me? Kallah Ramson: Both I imagine. mimipavilion: Mallard> Dacia are you still with us? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> I am guessing it’s something to attract a love interest. Lawliet: ::slightly opens his eyes...everything is blurred:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoys her taiyaki.:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts to stir, blinking several times trying to her bearings:: I... think so. mimipavilion: Mallard>Good. Gave me a bit of a scare. Lawliet: ::numbly moves his arm:: Alexis McFarland: ::feeds a taiyaki to Annisha:: Fletcher Jackson: Hm... strange. Wonder what's making it happen. Chirakis: ::Ramson:: Suggested countermeasures? mimipavilion: Lawliet, can you tell me how you feel? KelsaViegnor: What species is the client? Alexis McFarland: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. KelsaViegnor: I can mix something that will enhance their natural pheromones, at least. Dacia Sandero: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Andorian. Lawliet: ::reaches to the edge of his desk and struggles to pull himself up:: KelsaViegnor: Male or female? Alexis McFarland: Yummy? Kallah Ramson: None. The last thing you want when you can listen into someone's communications.... is stop it. mimipavilion: No, no don't get up. Lay still Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Male...or one of the two males. Chirakis: ::pensive:: Of course. Lawliet: ::rests on his knees and blinks a few times:: Fletcher Jackson: ::big dose of coffee::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> They have four.. how complicated. :: laughs :: I don't even have one. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: I'll look up my notes and see what I can come up with. mimipavilion: ::holds Lawliet up, while he gets his bearings:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne explores the sector via the hologram in front of him :: Chirakis: Interesting that with all the telepaths on the station, only those who were actively searching were affected. Kallah Ramson: I don't believe we have to worry about it trying to control us or anything. It's so... alien. Completely wrong operating system as it were. Annisha: I'll take what you are having Lexy Jylliene: ::sip of coffee as well:: Lawliet: ::looks around:: Wha... Alexis McFarland: Takoyaki balls and melon bread? Chirakis: ::nods, then her attention is drawn to the hologram at TAC::: mimipavilion: The CnC was alerted to your condition and sent me here. You were unconscious and barely breathing when I arrived. Annisha: Bread balls...sure Chirakis: However, the droids could wreak havoc when instructed. Lawliet: ::looks in the direction of the voice:: Doctor? Doctor Pavilion....where, where are you? Kallah Ramson: Possibly. Alexis McFarland: ::gives a melon bread to Annisha, as she bites into a curry bread:: Chirakis: ::still watching the hologram, wondering what interests him::: Jylliene: ::another sip:: mimipavilion: I'm right in front of you. Can you not see me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Are there many cross-species pairings on the station? Lawliet: ::squints his eyes:: I'm...not sure. Everything is a blur. Kallah Ramson: But so could we if provoked. I think they know that...and we have an idea where to find them so I doubt they want to tempt us to wrath. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders that:: mimipavilion: Mallard>How do you feel Dacia? Chirakis: ::considers that:: Dacia Sandero: Pretty groggy still. Everything's still a blur. KelsaViegnor: I'm not entirely sure. I imagine there are a fair number. mimipavilion: Mallard> Alright. I'm going to check your eyes. ::begins scanning her eyes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::takes his cup to sip and it's empty:: Dacia Sandero: Ok. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Orders a better scan of an area of the sector when someone can :: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks at the time, excuses himself and goes for another::: Tarisa: Miana> I really like the melon, but I think the curry bread is my favorite. Jylliene: ::nods absently:: mimipavilion: Alright, let's get you to sickbay. Lawliet: ::regains his composure and weakly stands up:: Kallah Ramson: ::taps console:: +Medical+ Doctor, I will want to talk with your patients in about an hour. Make sure they are in medical and well rested. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I think so too. Melon bread is a close second though. Tarisa: Miana> But nothing beats taiyaki! Alexis McFarland: Yes! mimipavilion: +CnC+ Of course. In the meantime, can you have someone transport Lawliet and myself to medical. One of my patients is having some vision issues at the moment Tarisa: Miana> It is so yummy, and shaped like a fish! Alexis McFarland: I like starting with the head. Annisha: :: nom nom :: Jylliene: On it, with your okay. Lawliet: ::looks up in confusion:: Is that really what it looks like? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs with excitement.:: Kallah Ramson: ::to Ops:: Please transport them to medical. Jylliene: ::locks for internal transport:: +Mimi+ Standby. Jylliene: ::transports:: mimipavilion: Can't be sure the extent. mimipavilion: ::transports into medical with Lawliet:: Lawliet: ::feels a change in atmosphere:: Medical? KelsaViegnor: ::looks up her biological notes on Andorians:: mimipavilion: Yep. Now let’s get you to a biobed. KelsaViegnor: Hm. Lawliet: Okay... KelsaViegnor: ::glances at her stock of reagents, begins work:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: mimipavilion: ::walks Lawliet over to a biobed:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/21/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 1 hour. Chirakis: ::nod:: Anything for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Nothing at the moment. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #948, STARDATE 51704.17 = /\ = The Manticore received a distress call from the freighter Tawa. The captain and some crew had died from a mysterious illness. We set up an extruded medical isolation lab staffed with Med, Sci and Sec personnel, examining the surviving Tawa crew. Just as dead Tawa crew started to reanimate, the USS Obsidian (Section 31) arrived to take control of the "experiment," and cleanse any of our crew who came in contact with the infected (this includes all in the Iso Lab because biohazard suits do not protect against the spores.) A9 beamed over to the Obsidian and took command of that ship and was able to get Manticore the specifics on the spores that the Tawa had carried. The Manticore crew in the iso lab have been cured and returned to the ship, just before the Obsidian "cleansed" the iso lab - the lab was vaporized. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #948, STARDATE 51704.17 = /\ = 170417.txt
  23. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 21 April 2017 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 =/\= TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. =/\= As diplomatic negotiations with the Chibi Droids continue, we suspect that at least the Ramson Droid Core is communicating with, and possibly being controlled by, someone or something either on or off station. Our sensors are at full throttle. Our telepaths are listening carefully. We have many suspicions and are treading lightly.
  24. Connecting the Dots Except for basic security, most personnel were on yellow alert protocol, roaming the corridors, verifying identifications, assuring that all was well among the civilians on station, and ready to report anything or anyone suspicious. As far as Security Lt David Garand knew, aside from the usual security guard, he was the only one in the complex, which is why he stopped when he heard mumbling in the main security room. “...Pakleds… to Aegis,” the voice continued, barely audible, as Garand called quietly for backup, then stepped into the main security room. “...part… An-Ward, along with…. Horta mother….” The voice trailed off, then he heard a sigh and slight movement. All the offices were dark and the doors were open, but a sight flicker came from the Captain’s office, located at the end of the corridor. He motioned to Ens Ricora, a tall, slender woman of mixed lineage, who moved immediately to check the other rooms, all of which were empty. His head ticked toward the main office. “....highly protective of their cargo, insisting that they had rocks….” They stopped on either side of the door to listen. “Come in, Lieutenant,” said the voice, now obviously Captain Chirakis. “Your stealth approach needs work, but we will address that later,” she continued without looking up or turning. “Ensign, you may return to your duties.” Ricora acknowledged and disappeared into the semi-darkened corridor. Garand took the proffered chair next to the captain, wondering. “Captain, how…” “...did I know?” She interrupted, pulling her attention from the PADD to relax in the chair. “You have a distinctive odor—shaving cream, body wash, shampoo, or similar. You also have a distinctive cadence to your walk, as does Ensign Ricora.” She shrugged. “As I said, we will deal with that later. What do you know of the Pakleds?” He took a moment to think. “They’re not exactly intelligent, ma’am. They don’t take care of their equipment, they don’t really know how to handle a starship, keep it running, keep it clean, and several other things that don’t fit into our idea of competence.” “And you have come to these conclusions from first hand experience?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Are you absolutely certain that they are what they appear to be?” Garand blinked, stopped, then thought a while, not sure how he should answer. “Some years ago, the USS Enterprise D came in contact with a Pakled ship that needed repairs. After goading the Enterprise into repairing their ship, they held their engineer captive and demanded advanced technology in exchange for his return. Granted, they were outwitted by the Enterprise crew, but it could have ended differently.” The captain retrieved her PADD and engaged the main viewscreen to reveal a timeline of the Pakleds’ recent encounter with Aegis. “The Pakleds brought their dilapidated ship close enough to Aegis to inflict considerable damage, and it would have had we not diverted it to the shipyard. The Pakleds are responsible for our first encounter with the Droids who are now here for diplomatic negotiations. In that same cargo was a pregnant Horta from An-Ward, which led to our investigation of An-Ward and our first encounter with the Alien Alliance that was responsible for the destruction of the USS Vladivostok. That eventually led to the capture of the USS Byron, the chroniton bomb, the disappearance of Captain Ramson, the disappearance of TKR-117, the appearance of an energy-hungry cloud, and on it goes.” All Garand could do was stare at the screen. “I am not saying that all these things are connected, Lieutenant. What I am saying is that we should be even more vigilant, because it is possible that they are connected.” Grasping the chair arms, she swiveled to study the screen. “Up the threat for security personnel, Lieutenant. Commander Cayne will be needed in Command and Control. I will alert CAG Ajax.” “Captain,” Garand began, hesitant, and drawing the captain’s attention. “Do you really believe the Pakleds could be more intelligent than they seem to be?” “Lieutenant, a close friend once told me, ‘There is always someone more powerful or more cunning. Always.’ Their hubris led to a devastating war that nearly decimated their species. “Lieutenant, what could be more cunning than either pretending to be stupid and being extremely intelligent, or being stupid enough to follow the lead of a highly intelligent and extremely dangerous species that is willing to give you everything you want and teach you how to use it to its full effect?”
  25. First and foremost, a huge THANK YOU to Webbie for all the work he put into the new layout/design/back-end support!!! And now, to play "bad cop," let me clue you in to a few small "gotcha"s: We would like to think we thought of everything, but... we haven't. If you find something isn't working correctly, please let me know (on the Boards or to [email protected]). Please keep in mind that some things you may think are "broken" just cannot or will not be supported in the new version. We will do all we can to provide answers for all questions, but please remember that you have two people - the Brains (Webbie) and the Huckster (me) - and a free website that is supporting chat, message boards, schedule, mobile support, automated chat logs, etc. If you had a saved URL that took you directly to a sub-page from the main page, you will probably have to update that, as a number of the page URLs has changed. If you are a GM and had previously been set up as a chat room moderator in the new chat rooms, those settings were lost during the conversion. I should still have all of your e-mails designating your Mod account name but, just in case, feel free to let me know again. The new chat rooms will not be able to support some of the tweaks we had in the old Java version - no sounds, no colored text, no pop-out window for IMs/PMs Last reminder for GMs on the automated chat logs- if you have not yet told me what sims you need the chat log for (and confirm the e-mail address when it comes to you from GMail), please do this right away. We will be automatically providing chat logs to the command team for each sim - if you have let me know the sim and address to receive the log. If you are a GM and wish for a chat log for a sim where you are *NOT* on the command team, I will contact that team for approval. As a reminder, every chat log will come out in two flavors, one with line-by-line timestamps and one without.
  26. The year was 2002... Halle Berry became the first black actress to win the Academy Award for Best Actress, Ben Affleck was People’s Sexiest Man Alive, and Michael Jackson caused an international controversy after he dangled Prince Michael II off the balcony of his hotel room in Berlin. It was also the year in which I launched the first release of the STSF website. In 2002... the rebels were in the process of launching their revolt against it's AOL overlords and there was not much time. So I had to whip up something quickly to get us started. Time was short and we needed a competitive advantage or all hope would be lost. The site may not have been pretty, but it got the job done. The rebels found a home and now were armed with the tools they needed to wage their war against the oppressive overlords that sought to destroy the online role playing world. It was not until the next year in 2003 that I had a chance to go back to the drawing board and try again at making a site that reflected who we were as a community. Version 2.0 was a bold statement for us as a group... it told people we were here to stay and that we had what it took to make it on our own without having to live within the sheltered world of AOL. We had everything that we needed, including sponsorship from StarTrek.com, our own message boards, chat rooms actually provided by StarTrek.com, and of course the people with passion and love for the game. Over the next 14 years, there were many changes made to the site such as upgrading the technology that we used for the forums and chat rooms, introducing a new logo based on the Federation rose logo, and more. However at the end of the day, the general framework itself for the site remained. It was a source of comfort and familiarity for the veterans who survived overthrowing their former overlords. As much as the site and its design was liked, the time has come to refresh it once again. Much has changed over the last decade and the underlying code of the site was not built to run on the latest and greatest technology. Java has been depreciated by all of the major browser makers, the site was built during a time when no one had a mobile device or tried to access the site on-the-go and updating content on the website itself was a major pain as it involves manually editing raw HTML code potentially across dozens of webpages. Today I'm proud to introduce Version 3.0 of the STSF website. It has been rebuilt from the ground up with a fresh/modern feel while still retaining elements of its nostalgic past. I've focused on user interaction and hopefully managed to give users the ability to better express themselves. New features in the 3.0 release include: HTML5-based chat rooms An embedded chatroom that is folded right into the STSF site to quickly get started chatting. A floating chat window that can be popped open and resized for those that like a little more space. A mobile chat experience for those that want to chat from their mobile devices. Chatroom logs are automatically sent nightly to each sim's GMs, if their room has had any messages entered into it within the last 24 hours. The website is fully responsive and displays nicely on mobile devices. A new simple/clean skin with the ability for users to pick from 4 different available backgrounds. (Just click on the paintbrush on the upper right hand side of the screen to pick your background.) Users have the ability to be more expressive with custom profile pages. While users have always been able to pick avatars, they can now more fully customize their profile page very similar to how you might if you were using Facebook. The About Us page now automatically updates to display GMs based on those who have had their user account flagged as a GM. The Schedule page and side bar schedule on each page are centrally managed from a single location. (No more editing dozens and dozens of pages in multiple places if a change is made.) Each event on the schedule page can be customized with its own cover artwork and description. If a GM would like to customize their listing or add additional promotion text, let @Atragon9 or myself know. You can see an example of the customized cover art at the RES Talon schedule page. Within the forums, a new and improved editor is included. If you copy/paste something, its formatting will by default be retained, however you can remove it by clicking a notice at the bottom of the window. Much much more... There are so many little things, it would be impossible to document them all. I hope you enjoy not only the look and feel of the new site, but also the new capabilities we have. If you run into problems, or spot something that I missed in the transition, please let me know.
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    Starfleet Academy Event Location: Lobby Chat Room Time: 12 AM ET Captain: STSF KBear First Officer: STSF Borgette
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    Red Star Nightclub Event Location: Red Star Nightclub Chat Room Time: 11 PM ET Captain: STSF Nickles First Officer: Joe Manning
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