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  3. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - Mission Brief 23 Jun 2017. The Challenger has taken on supplies & repairs and is ready to depart. They have been dispatched to investigate possible rumors of an Orion pirate operations that was targeting freighters in the area. TBS was 12 hours. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the latest sector reports, looking for the best infil options:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: at operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Seated in his chair, reading his intel briefing:: Mr Hok,. request clearance to depart once we're ready and everyone's accounted for. Hunter Matheson: ::finishes up preflight, signaling station OPS regarding same:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Once we're clear, set a course back to the area around the nebula.. though, if you were an Orion pirate where would you hide your ships and ill-gotten gains. Dvokr chim Hok: Inert low gravity object... Small moon or asteroid. Hunter Matheson: Setting course toward the nebula, aye. On your command, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage. Once we're within sensor range, start looking for potential hiding spots. Dvokr chim Hok: Or keep it onboard for quick profit... Captain Cptn Ja'Lale: They also have the crew from the first freighter hostage as well. THat might be hard to keep them on a small ship for too long. Hunter Matheson: Engaging course toward the nebula, aye. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs :: Hunter Matheson: :::checking all parameters, making sure the ship is.. well, ship-shape::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath and relaxes for the first time since coming aboard::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is clear of the station and jumps to warp. Hunter Matheson: ::watching the board, speaking to Syl:: So, what's the tactical reading? Anything interesting? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Near the nebula are of course looks of asteroids of various sizes. and a small star systems of barren planets and moons some light years away. Hunter Matheson: ::his console pings an alarm for asteroid avoidance:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he engages the auto avoidance system, then looks at Syl to see if she's asleep::: Hunter Matheson: ::quietly:: Syl? Hunter Matheson: You okay? Hunter Matheson: Approaching the nebular perimeter, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: checking power Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Slow to impulse once we're in range Hunter Matheson: In range of the nebula, Captain, or in range of a suspected asteroid? Hunter Matheson: Coming up on the nebula. Dropping from warp, going to full impulse. Cptn Ja'Lale: Suspected nebula preferably. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Syl:: Any reading on tactical that screams "Orions"? Dvokr chim Hok: Power to sensors... Dvokr chim Hok: :: brings up the power allocations Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Quite a lot of possible places our Orion friends could be hiding in. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok::: Any particular place we should look, sir? Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good work all. We'll pick from there next week. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed.. Have a great week.
  4. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/23/17 - 10:03 PM=/\= 31 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.090 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis local. Something strange has been detected in the p-Kappa 198 system. Aegean is being fitted with a science pod for an exploratory mission. Captain Ramson will remain on Aegis. Dept heads are to submit a list of assigned mission personnel. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay doing stuff:: Chirakis: ::in her office, perusing the list of personnel::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: mimipavilion: ::in her office, going over the list of personnel:: Kallah Ramson: ::on the cnc:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: at tactical :: Tarisa: ::On CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Annisha and Miana:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still playing in the tree.:: Chirakis: ::finalizes it, then exits to the commerce area::: Lawliet: ::in his office working on the personnel list:: Alexis McFarland: ::Dangling off a tree branch:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Annisha swings :: Chirakis: ::wanders casually toward the perfumery, looking for one particular person::: Chirakis: ::enters the shop and is immediately overcome with almost overwhelming scents::: mimipavilion: ::finializes her list, then goes into main medical:: Tarisa: ((Now you know how I feel when I walk by that shop. )) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila:: inhales a bottle a bit too much. Sneezes.... Ah choo! Chirakis: ::after she regains her composure, she begins to check the shop as though she were a patron::: Chirakis: (I definitely understand, Tarisa) Alexis McFarland: ::climbs down next to Miana:: Chirakis: ::hearing the sneeze, she moves in that direction and spots Gila::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) oh my stars! Jylliene: ::checks the usual reports, preparing for adjustments to rosters and such:: mimipavilion: ::walks toward Dacia:: Chirakis: ::looks around:: Is there a problem, Glinn? Tarisa: ::Keeping an eye on the sensors.:: Chirakis: You seem to be quite allergic for having taken up the perfumery trade. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) no problem. We were sold very concentrated oils... Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, having always been in his office and totally didn't just materialize into existence:: mimipavilion: ::to Dacia:: hey Lawliet: ::finalizes his personal list and submits it:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins.:: Too bad I can not hang by my tail. I have seen creatures capable of doing it. Chirakis: I noticed that some of them were highly concentrated. They would make excellent weapons, some of them. ::slight grin::: Alexis McFarland: So have I. They're cool. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) I'll have to mix it with more oil. Bet it would explode Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: How are the mission rosters coming? Dacia Sandero: Hello mimipavilion: I take it things have been relatively calm out here. Chirakis: More oil? That is how these scents are manufactured? Kallah Ramson: ::looking over the mission specs again:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) a free races in this quadrant use oils as weapon fuel. Chirakis: ::chuckle:: And I would not be surprised at that. Chirakis: Tell me, Glinn. Are you content working in the perfumery? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) Can I get you something Captain? :: A paddle it two of study materials lay on the sales desk behind her :: Chirakis: ::notes the study materials::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) it's relaxing work, at least until I get acclimated to Starfleet operations. Chirakis: ::also noting that no other patrons are present, which is satisfying, regarding the conversation she has initiated:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, pretty quiet today. Chirakis: Um... and I see you have been studying. In fact, some would say that you study exceptionally focused and determined. Jylliene: ::scott:: Not finalized yet. Still waiting for the assignments from the department heads. Chirakis: At least, that is what I have heard. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: dabs her finger in another oil, then places some on the back of her neck :: Chirakis: (Tell me it is not the captain's neck.) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) keeps me in the game, as much as reading will let me. Lawliet: ::takes the opportunity to catch up on some paper work he's missed over the past few days:: mimipavilion: Hope you don't mind that I'm going to send you on this upcoming mission. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (that's the After Aegis log series...)) Dacia Sandero: Oh? Yeah, I don't mind. Tarisa: Miana> ::Stands like she is on a balance beam, before she starts climbing down.:: Chirakis: (Good recovery) ::nods:: And do you believe you are ready to move forward, then, or do you believe you need more study? Alexis McFarland: ::extends her arms out and follows Miana:: Jylliene: ::wonders if Nijil will be going, seeing that the projected time for the mission would mean that any delay in the crew's return could result in missing the wedding:: Chirakis: ::her arms cross in a contemplative, relaxed pose::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) I can be as kind as Starfleet regulations let me, if that is what you mean. :: Smirks :: mimipavilion: Ok good. Hopefully the mission will be easy. Chirakis: ::chuckles:: Fair enough. Tarisa: Miana> ::Shimmies safely down the tree, hopping down to the ground on that last little foot.:: Yay Alexis McFarland: ::jumps down behind Miana:: Hup Chirakis: It seems that Lt Garand believes you are ready to move on, and several others, including the one who will be your immediate superior. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs her dress from where she laid it and runs over to where Annisha was swinging.:: Chirakis: If you believe you are ready, then I would say that you are. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggling along the way.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) really? I've not even gotten the results of that test I took. Chirakis: If so, put those.... scents down, raise your right hand, and repeat after me... Chirakis: I have the results. That is all that matters. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) when do we leave? Chirakis: Raise your right hand, and repeat after me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: gives her a look and raises her right hand :: Alexis McFarland: ::Giggles as well, after Miana:: Dacia Sandero: I hope so too. Chirakis: I, Gila Orrak, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the United Federation of Planets against all enemies, foreign and domestic... Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I'm going to suggest to Captain Ramson that we run more drills while Aegean is away so that people can practice in their alternate assignments. mimipavilion: Well, then I better go send my list of personnel going. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) I, Gila Orrak, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the United Federation of Planets against all enemies, foreign and domestic Jylliene: That sounds like a good plan. ::nods to Scott:: Chirakis: ...that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same, and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: ((I, copy and paste...)) Scott Coleridge: Once you know the new roster, cross-reference it with the schedule for the next week and let me know which times would be least disruptive. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same, and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and sends her mission list:: Chirakis: ::she opens her hand that has held the ensign insignia all this time, steps forward, and pins it on her collar::: Dacia Sandero: OK then, better prep for the mission. Chirakis: ::offers her hand to shake::: Welcome to Starfleet, Ensign Orrak. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: looks at the insignia :: Lawliet: ::finishes his paperwork and leaves the office:: mimipavilion: ::from her office:: sounds good. Chirakis: The quartermaster is ready with your uniform. Report to Commander Cayne as soon as you have put it on and have affixed the proper insignia. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: shakes :: Thank you Captain. I must be the most over qualified Ensign in the fleet. Dacia Sandero: When do we leave? Chirakis: I would have no doubt that you are. Alexis McFarland: ::reaches Miana and hugs her from behind:: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office door:: I believe in two days. Let me double check. Scott Coleridge: ::goes back to his station:: mimipavilion: +Ops+ Pavilion to Ops. Chirakis: ::after a firm shake:: See the master at arms for your phaser and phaser rifle. A mission awaits you. Lawliet: ::enters turbolift:: CnC. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) Cayne? I've heard some things. Dacia Sandero: Oh, okay. Lots of time.. Jylliene: ::Scott:: The projected mission length would put the end of the mission just days before my wedding. Tarisa: Miana> hehe ::Purrs.:: Chirakis: ::nod:: I am sure you have. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops here. Go ahead. Chirakis: Now, move. I have more things to attend to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) Right away Captain. Chirakis: ::exits the store and enters the command lift:: CnC mimipavilion: +OPS+ the upcoming mission, the departure date is in two days, correct? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: gathers her padds :: Kelsa, I might be away for a while Lawliet: ::arrives at the CnC:: Jylliene: +mimi+That is correct. Chirakis: ::the doors open in CnC, and she stops for threat assessment before stepping out:: Chirakis: 10:30 PM Kallah Ramson: ::steps over towards scott:: mimipavilion: +Jyl+ Thanks. Pavilion out. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: It's in two days. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: heads out of the shop and to gather her uniform and weapon... :: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Hello, Captain. Dacia Sandero: Okay, thanks. Kallah Ramson: hello. Chirakis: ::::on the way to her console, she stops next to Cayne:: She is ready and she will report to you as soon as she is able, which should be within the hour. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne noticed a +1 to the security roster :: Kallah Ramson: With their wedding coming up it might be best to leave Jyl and Nijil here. Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station:: Chirakis: :::logs on the the system, and finishes compiling her security detail list, that includes Commander Cayne and Ensign Gila Orrak::: Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as Lawliet approaches.:: Jylliene: ::gives an inward sigh of relief:: Scott Coleridge: I concur. As she just mentioned, the end date is in close proximity to the wedding. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'm not accustomed to adding personnel that can likely best me.. Dacia Sandero: That leaves it pretty close to Jylliene and tr'Korjata's wedding. Chirakis: ::chuckles, hearing him::: As we age, there are more and more, Commander. ::quietly::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: She does not know who I am, or was... Lawliet: ::to Tarisa:: How are the preparations coming for the mission? Kallah Ramson: That leaves the mission short on experienced command and engineering. Scott Coleridge: Mm-hmm. I think I know where this is heading. Jylliene: ::thinks she knows, too, overhearing:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: meanwhile, Nijil gets wind of an upcoming mission :: Chirakis: ::turns, having sent her personnel list to Captain Ramson:: Nor will she, unless you tell her. Concentrate on the present, Commander. She will need your firm hand and assistance. Tarisa: ::Taps the console.:: Lab supplies have been packed and are ready for transport once the ship has the pod set. Kallah Ramson: Yes. ::smiles:: See, that type of deductive reasoning is what this mission needs. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: ((do I hear Station Commander Korjata? )) Scott Coleridge: ((Hey, if Nijil wants to trade jobs he is more than welcome to!)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) Arrives at the quartermaster for her weapons.. :: Chirakis: :::then she turns and notes, with interest, Commander Coleridge's expression::: Lawliet: ::nods:: Excellent. Listen, what would you say if I told you to take point on this mission? As far as science is concerned? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) if this is off by even a millimeter, I'm coming back for a new one... :: Goes off :: Chirakis: (Best check it before you leave Aegis, then.) Alexis McFarland: ::Sits down at the edge of the pond and drinks a can of Jumja Drew:: Alexis McFarland: Dew Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: enters the uniform shop :: mimipavilion: ::finishes up her new weekly schedule and sends it out to all who need it:: Chirakis: ::seeing that the captain and commander are deep in conversation, she moves around CnC, checking on various things::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Jumja Drew is a series of children's book about a young Ferengi boy and his adventures in profit :: Tarisa: ((lol)) Alexis McFarland: (lol) Chirakis: (::cough::) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (( dang, now I have to write one...)) Tarisa: ::Ear twitches a second. She looks at him.:: Sir? Jylliene: ::starting to make preliminary quarters assignments for Aegean based on incoming rosters for the mission:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: So, if you're saying you want me to command the mission, Captain, I'm not going to argue. Away missions aren't really my cup of tea, but there are worse things than taking a crew of highly-qualified Starfleet officers out on a scientific expedition. Jylliene: ::and adjustments to rosters for Aegis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: is now in her uniform. It feels strange.. Jylliene: ::also adjusts Gila's quarters assignment for Aegis based on her new position:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: i do want you to take command of the mission. Kallah Ramson: This should be a simple science mission. Chirakis: ::she stops to gaze down at the commerce level, catching the last bit of conversation between her two senior officers::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: leaves for her quarters :: Alexis McFarland: ::Sitting next to Miana:: Scott Coleridge: ::holds up his hand:: No. Scott Coleridge: Do *not* continue that thought, sir. Scott Coleridge: Every. Single. Time. You are not jinxing this for me. Lawliet: You would head science for the duration of this mission. I would need to clear with the Captain, but I don't believe it would be a problem. I would, of course, be present to supervise. Think you're up to the challenge? Chirakis: ::then turns to answer a question::: Kallah Ramson: ::smile:: Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila )) :: walking through the commerce level. Chirakis: ::she points out a few things, then listens to the lieutenant at the console and nods::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne orders items for the mission :: Chirakis: ::as he is satisfied, she moves on::: Chirakis: ::and notes Ens Orrak, in uniform::: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: If Jylliene isn't to accompany the mission, I'd like to take Mr. Jackson at least. Tarisa: :;Nods.:: Yes Sir. Chirakis: ::she approaches Captain Ramson, and waits politely for her attention::: Chirakis: Jackson> ::slow, tentative turn::: Scott Coleridge: ((Muwahahahaha)) Lawliet: ::nods:: Good. Wait here a moment. ::walks over to Ramson and Coleridge:: Chirakis: Jackson> ::orders hundreds of donuts immediately:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Kallah Ramson: Okay, Jackson will be with you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) enters her quarters Chirakis: Jackson> ::thinks about that for a minute and figures that a science mission shouldn't be all that bad::: Scott Coleridge: ::sees both Lawliet and Chirakis queuing:: Perhaps if you need to brief me further we can continue this later. ::nods:: Jylliene: ::ensures doughnuts will be in good supply on the Aegean:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Chirakis: Jackson> ::beams::: Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::steps to Ramson:: Captain, only to inform you that we have a new Ensign, Gila Orrak. She will accompany Commander Cayne on the mission, as will two other security personnel. I have submitted the list to your console. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) :: removes her uniform and gets a needed shower Chirakis: (Note: perfume is not regulation) Jylliene: (Good to know) Kallah Ramson: Good to have a new officer. Kallah Ramson: Especially one with experience. Chirakis: She will serve us well, Captain. Chirakis: ::steps away to allow Lawliet access:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks to lawliet:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila)) finishes her shower, puts her uniform back on mimipavilion: ::goes over some other reports:: Lawliet: ::nods to Chirakis and turns to Ramson:: Captain, with your permission I would like Tarisa to head the science department for the upcoming mission. I think it's time she had more responsibilities. Chirakis: ::steps to her console to give Gila access to the systems she will need, and permission to use the replication system for uniforms::: Lawliet: I would be present to supervise of course. Kallah Ramson: I think she's ready. permission granted. Lawliet: ::nods:: Thank you Captain. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/23/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Tarisa: ::paused:: Chirakis: Well played. mimipavilion: ::Freeze frame:: Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: let's go with 2 days. We'll be loading up for the mission. Chirakis: Two days. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don't forget your towel.
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  6. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 23 June 2017 31 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.090 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2.00 PM) Aegis local. The Romulan recon fleet deployed to Alien Alliance space has detected something interesting in the p-kappa 198 system. It is outside of the Alliance zone of influence and it seems to be natural in nature, but it is not anything that has been observed before. We plan on a seven day scientific exploratory mission, but knowing how plans seem to change, that is not certain. Strangely enough, though Aegean will be the exploration craft, Starfleet Command has instructed Captain Ramson to remain on Aegis. The mission commander has yet to be determined, and department heads have been ordered to submit a list of assigned mission personnel. We have two days to put things in order before departure.
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  8. USS REPUBLIC MISSION BRIEFING 5170612 Ayumu has been accused of gross negligence in her speeding across a sensitive section of space, and knowingly endangering a sentient species. Currently Admiral Randy Calvert will be presiding over the trial, and has told Blu that she will have to be the Prosecutor. He suggested that Ru be the Defender, but as she's been named as a possible person of interest, she's recused herself, and suggested a JAG officer defend Sieben. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM Heather Jamieson: :: Looking over her sensor notes :: Christina_Nickles: :: walking with Ayumu and a guard:: What do you thinks going to happen Ayumu? Heather Jamieson: :: The math was hard, but the computer handled the real computations :: STSF Seiben: Ayumu>::walking along:: I'm not sure. Won't be good either way. Rue Wydown::glances at her PADD, then taps her badge:: +Ayumu+ Bridge to Ayumu. Randy Calvert: ACTION>> The proceedings are scheduled to take place in the Admiral's conference room adjacent to his office STSF_BluRox: @ So Randy, I guess we should get this moving? You do realize that this puts me in a difficult position with my crew, that I'm not standing up for them? Randy Calvert: @ Your duty is to the ship first and foremost. If they did their job, you would not have to do this one. STSF_BluRox: @ Yes I know this, I just hope that they do as well. Christina_Nickles: You didn’t speed through there on purpose, did you?? STSF Seiben: Ayumu> I --:hearts Rue's comm:: +Rue+ Yes, bridge here. August Jax Robinson::: waits on Nickles and Ayumu outside the conference room:: STSF Seiben: Or Ayumu here* Christina_Nickles: ;:: looks at Ayumu when she says bridge here:: Rue Wydown: +Kasuga+:: shakes her head as Ayumu has forgotten her location already:: You've been assigned a Jag officer. ::looking at the PADD:: Lt Medley will meet you outside of the Admiral's office. Randy Calvert: @::: checks the time once again::: Are you sure you can do this? STSF_BluRox: @ Yes, I believe I have the briefing ready that Commander Robinson prepared for me. I may call her to testify as well on her findings STSF Seiben: Ayumu> +Rue+: could be worse: All right STSF Seiben: Seiben>: at the bar, having some beer: Christina_Nickles: :: exits the TL and motions for Ayumu to move towards the conference room:: STSF Seiben: Ayumu> +Rue+ Thanks. STSF Seiben: Ayumu>:: enters the conference room:: Christina_Nickles: Ayumu let’s hope that Lt Medley can get you out of this. Rue Wydown: ::is not happy she's going to have to sit through this as well:: STSF Seiben: Ayumu>::not too optimistic:: Well, see. Best I can hope for is a court martial and no jail time. Rue Wydown: ::glances around to see if Jamieson is still lurking on the bridge:: Heather Jamieson: :: Waits :: STSF Seiben: Seiben> ::hears rumors about a big trial going on, hopes he can get a seat in the peanut gallery:: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> ::prim petite looking orange skin alien arrives just outside of the Admiral's door, waiting for her client:: Christina_Nickles: The admirals office is right down here ::turns a corner:: STSF Seiben: Ayumu>::follows Nickels into the admiral’s office::: Right, thanks. Christina_Nickles: and I guess thats the Lt. ::nodding to the orange alien: STSF Seiben: Ayumu> And... it's been nice serving with you. Lotsa good memories. Rue Wydown: All those who are supposed to be at the hearing, let's go. We'll be waiting outside of the office until we're called:: Christina_Nickles: Oh come on think positive. Randy Calvert: @ OK. Let's get this over with. STSF_BluRox: @ Well, whichever way it goes, dinner is on me after this, ok? Randy Calvert: @ That sounds good. Remember... don't let this eat at you. You did not have any control over her actions. STSF_BluRox: @ True, I was unconscious through it all. But, they had also been through a lot trying to save me as well. Randy Calvert: @:: straightens his uniform as he approaches the door connecting his office to the conference room::: Randy Calvert: @::: gives her a reassuring nod as he presses the button opening the door::: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> ::glances between the three officers who are now standing there, Jax, Nickles and Kasuga;: Which one of you is Ms. Kasuga? STSF Seiben: Ayumu>::Raises hand:: That would be me. Christina_Nickles: :: steps back allowing Ayumu to step forward:: STSF_BluRox: (I'm Spartacus!) STSF Seiben: (No, I'm Spartacus!) Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> Very good. ::glances at the other two:: And you are shipmates of Ms Kasuga? Christina_Nickles: Aye August Jax Robinson: ::Frowns at the mess they are in:: STSF Seiben: Seiben> ::heads to the courtroom to get a seat in the peanut gallery:: Heather Jamieson: :: Sits somewhere :: August Jax Robinson: ::Sits in the back:: Randy Calvert: @ :::steps through and heads to the front of the room to the awaiting seat::: STSF_BluRox: @ :: moves over to the prosecutor's desk:: Randy Calvert: @ :::takes his seat as he glances around the room, noticing how many of Republic's crew is present::: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley>::motions for Kasuga to follow her towards the table and chairs at the front, nods at the Admiral on her way in:: STSF Seiben: Kasuga>:: nods and follows:: Rue Wydown::: eventually Rue can be found in the back of the room, watching:: Christina_Nickles: :: steps in and remains standing by the door :: STSF Seiben: Seiben>:: somewhere near the back as well:: STSF Seiben::: Ayumu> sits down next to her JAG officer:: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley>: Motions for Kasuga to remain standing until the Admiral gives them permission: STSF Seiben:: Ayumu>: or stands:: Randy Calvert: ::: watches as everyone settles in::: Randy Calvert: Be seated.... STSF Seiben: Ayumu>::Now she sits down:: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley>::sits down as well, laying her PADD down on the desk in front of her:: Heather Jamieson: :: Sits :: Christina_Nickles: :: takes an 'at ease' stance remaining at the door with her other guard:: STSF Seiben: Seiben>:: sits down:: August Jax Robinson: ::sits down:: Randy Calvert: ::: clears his throat::: These proceedings are one of the tasks that I least like in my duties. However, the critical nature of the charges requires careful and deliberate considerations to not only determine the situation itself, but what lead to it and the reaction. Randy Calvert: Are both sides ready to proceed? Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> Lt Melody Medley for the defense. ::glances at Kasuga, then back to the Admiral:: I've been briefed on the charges and believe we are ready to proceed. STSF_BluRox: :: looks around to see if Jax is attending, as she had prepared the briefing packet for her:: STSF_BluRox: Aye Sir, the Prosecution is ready to proceed August Jax Robinson::: Sitting in the back::: Rue Wydown: Rue:: wonders how Kasuga will plead:: Randy Calvert: Very well. This proceeding is a General Court Martial being brought by Starfleet against Lt Ayumu Kasuga. Would the prosecution please state its charges? STSF_BluRox: @ Today we are here to determine the level of guil6 displayed by Lt Ayumu, with her total disregard to Star Fleet Law, Treaty Speed limits that are posted, to those. Endangerment of a sentient spaces that has recently been discovered that has been harmed by the spacial rifts caused by careless speeding, and total disregard for the warnings for which we had been setting up as the offense occurred. Failure to comply with a direct order, and multiple instances of insubordination Randy Calvert::: makes a note in his padd::: STSF_BluRox: And possible postal fraud STSF_BluRox: (jk) STSF Seiben: (lol) August Jax Robinson: :::Bites her nail, worried:: Randy Calvert: Lt Kasuga... how do plead to the charges brought against you Rue Wydown: Lt Medley>::nods for Kasuga to answer:: STSF_BluRox: :: motions for Jax to come sit by her, as she had helped prepare the briefing Christina_Nickles: :: cringes hearing all of the charges:: STSF Seiben::Ayumu>: sighs:: I plead guilty, your honor. STSF_BluRox: :: looks in bewilderment first at Kasuga, then to Calvert:: Christina_Nickles::: looks to Ayumu:: she’s not going to fight it? ;;softly to herself:: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley>::had not expected that, raises a brow, and leans over to her client:: <w> You sure? STSF_BluRox: Lt Ayumu, do I hear you correctly, that you are pleading guilty to all charges that have been filed? STSF Seiben: Ayumu> (w) I'm sure. Randy Calvert:::: leans forward slightly::: Lieutenant... I want to make sure you understand the charges being brought against you and their severity. Are you sure you want to plead guilty to each and every charge? STSF Seiben: I do, sir. August Jax Robinson: ::Mumbles:: what? STSF Seiben: Seiben> What? Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> I'm not entirely sure that my client understands the severity of the charges, Admiral. ::wondering about what's going on herself, especially since she just met the woman:: STSF_BluRox: Lt Kasuga, do you realize that if you plead guilty to all charges, that you have the possibility of being incarcerated at the New Zealand Penal colony for up to as many as 15 years? I want to make sure that you fully understand the implications of your plea? STSF Seiben: Yes sir. STSF_BluRox: Admiral, if I may approach the bench along with the Defense? Randy Calvert: Proceed. STSF_BluRox: :: Stands and approaches, looking over at Lt Medley:: Rue Wydown: Lt Medley> ::stands as well, and bustles over to the Admiral's table:: STSF Seiben:Ayumu> ::stands as well and follows:: Heather Jamieson: :: in shock :: STSF Seiben: Seiben> ::quite surprised as well:: Rue Wydown: Rue>::glances at the ceiling, talking to it like she's talking to her mate:: And you thought I was crazy. August Jax Robinson: ::walks up behind Kasuga, pulls on her jacket:: (w) Hey, what fuzz? STSF_BluRox: (also surprised that none of Ayumu's shipmates had argued or tried to speak up) STSF Seiben: Ayumu> (w) I can't fight this... STSF_BluRox: :: Looks at Ayumu:: Not you..take your seat! Christina_Nickles: ((afraid of contempt)) STSF Seiben: Ayumu> Oh. OK. ::returns to her seat:: STSF_BluRox: :: turns to Lt Medley:: Are you sure you are qualified to defend this? August Jax Robinson: Admiral, I must object, this wasn't totally her fault Christina_Nickles: ;; sighs, glad Cmdr Robinson is taking Ayumu's side:: PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM STSF Seiben: ::Paused:: Christina_Nickles: ::paused August Jax Robinson: ::Paused:: STSF Seiben: Oooh, plot twist STSF_BluRox: Thank you jax!! STSF_BluRox: Somebody loves Ayumu STSF Seiben: I can feel the love STSF_BluRox: Thank you all for coming tonight, I appreciate each and everyone's kind words STSF_BluRox: it meant alot, thank you STSF_BluRox: (there are levels of guilt, we can just have a dishonorable discharge, or a bad conduct discharge Rue Wydown: Or there's the guilt that sends her to prison for 15 years STSF_BluRox: Ok, all, I'm going to bounce. I need to get offline, and we have a little bit of a bottle to finish STSF_BluRox: Yea, that 15 years, she’s not fighting. Why? STSF_BluRox: You guys think on that this week! STSF Seiben: Who knows? August Jax Robinson: nite nite peeps STSF_BluRox: Thanks again everyone for being so kind this week. Heather Jamieson: Section 31 job offer STSF_BluRox: Crew Dismissed
  9. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 5170615 - Season 22 Laehval had just activated the evacuation alarms to release the door locks and flush those in hiding out, as the sealed rooms would have tripped open. Hoping to find the Governor, or any remaining Othan forces, our security teams move in quickly to assist. Meanwhile, t’Ksa and Pexil are making their way towards Laehval's group, and still yet must investigate the item that they had shipped back to the Talon. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM tAehjae: :: making her way into the area with the Dheno teams:: Lerak trPexil: :: with t'ksa :: STSF Seiben: @::On Talon's oira, monitoring the ATs:: Lerak trPexil: :: meanwhile, on Talon, an engineering team has decrypted an initial set of communication protocols :: KhreRiovtRex: :: Watching from behind some of the dheno, as groups of people began to move from the various locked areas, some grudgingly, but forced to do so, with the doors all spun open Laehval t’Temarr::: Laehval shut off the alarms and motioned to t'Aehjae.:: Get these people organized. We need to scan each one of them. Lerak trPexil: :: said team echoes their findings to the oira, and Koga. :: NDak: ::Keeping a hand on his ie'yakk as they came out:: m_k_tksa: ::in the basement of a medical center investigating life signs;: Behind that door. tAehjae: IE rekkhai :: starts moving them as directed:: STSF Seiben: ::looks at the engineering team's findings:: Lerak trPexil: :: nods :: I will try to open it. STSF Seiben: ::pores over the communication decryptions:: KhreRiovtRex: ::surveying the group for Othan insignia or the Governor, as she had met him a few times previously:: tAehjae: :: begins getting the people all lined up:: Lerak trPexil: :: toggles the locking mechanism :: STSF Seiben: ::working on finding pertinent information regarding, such as origin, IDs, etc:: NDak: ::Also eying them, he kept an eye on t'Vatrix -- call it an old habit. He had, after all, been both her XO and Daise D'Heno:: Lerak trPexil: :: lock started to click open :: NDak: ::Of course he had also sort of been tangentially involved in at least one... maybe two if you were being nitpicky... attempts on her life; but I mean, come on, the Squids only wanted her hand!:: m_k_tksa: This is either a bad idea. Or a really bad idea. Laehval tTemarr: ::Directs the teams to start filtering the survivors through the scanners. She had a holo of the governor out and had the teams in search of him.:: Lerak trPexil: :: gets out his weapon :: I'll open it, be at the ready... m_k_tksa: The one time I wish we had a dheno with us. ::has her disruptor out:: tAehjae: :: begins having the people move through the scanners:: IE Au Have to move through. ::nudges the person with her hand:: KhreRiovtRex: :: eyes those around the room, noting NDak and his group had joined them, nodding at him, then turns back towards the groups being passed by Lerak trPexil: :: the door opens to reveal ... :: Laehval tTemarr: ACTION> ... twenty Rihan children, huddled and scared. They all screamed in fear. STSF Seiben: ::working with the engineering folks to get more info from the communications:: m_k_tksa: ::puts her weapon away once her quick scan doesn't indicate anyone about to try to fire at her:: Shhh....We won't hurt au. ::holds her hands out, trying to figure out how to calm a group of children:: Lerak trPexil: :: cover his ears :: Hey.. KhreRiovtRex: :: sees one that looked familiar, and starts to lunge at him through the crowd:: NDak: ::Makes his way over to Laehval:: Lerak trPexil: We need to get them to Talon. KhreRiovtRex: Why au miserable excuse of a ....... m_k_tksa: Na, first we need to find out why they're here without their parental units. Don't jump three steps ahead. ::looking around to see who's the oldest:: tAehjae: ::sees tVatrix moving through the crowd and moves towards her:: Laehval tTemarr: ACTION> t'Aehjae's scanners go off, indicating that last person to be scanned was Othan. STSF Seiben: Au guys getting anything? ::to engineering:: tAehjae: ::turns:; GRAB THAT IO!! Laehval tTemarr: Children> ::Shrink back from t'Ksa and tr'Pexil.:: Othans! Othans! STSF Seiben: ::increases comm power and begins to intercept the Othan comms:: tAehjae: HOLD HIM NDak: ::Starts to open his mouth to say something to Laehval, but upon hearing, in succession t'Vatrix apparently pouncing on someone and t'Aehjae yelling he stopped and blinked for a few moments:: Lerak trPexil: :: engineering :: au should have a limited set of communication channels of theirs you can listen to now. Lerak trPexil: I am na an Othan. m_k_tksa: No, no....Galae. ::points to her t'Liss:: I'm a maenak. ::making sure her hands are visible and holding nothing:: My name is t'Ksa. This is Etre tr'Pexil. m_k_tksa: Where are au's parents? STSF Seiben: +Engineering+ Thanks for the help. ::tunes into one of the channels:: Laehval tTemarr: Othan officer> ::Stabs the dheno that came after him and tries to get lost in the crowd, pushing and shoving as he went.:: tAehjae: :: moves to take a hold of the Othan:: tAehjae: ::grabs him by the tunic and tries to push him to the ground:: NDak: ::Laehvall:: That escalated quickly. Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> ::Standing in front, holding a cane as a weapon.:: Parents? We do na have parents. Io of the nurses told us to hide here. We do na know where she went. KhreRiovtRex: ::irritated that she's been blocked from reaching the fvai by all the dheno, but at least satisfied that they had stopped him Laehval tTemarr: Othan officer> ::Slashes at t'Aehjae with his blade.:: Laehval tTemarr: Ie... quickly. m_k_tksa: No parents? ::looking around to each of them, trying to read their reaction:: How long have au been here? Lerak trPexil: She was wise, but we have na seen anyio else yet. STSF Seiben: ::switches channels and listens to the comms:: KhreRiovtRex: N'Dak..... stop that io..:: pointing to t'A and the blade the fvai was pulling from his boot:: Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> ::Blinks at her.:: Forever? tAehjae: :: gets a flesh wound on her arm then leg swipes the Othan putting him on the ground:: NDak: ::Nods, and unholsters his ie'yakk, firing towards the Othan veruull's hand:: Lerak trPexil: Days? Laehval tTemarr: Othan officer> ::Hits the ground hard. Gasps for air, momentarily stunned.:: m_k_tksa: ::kneels down, more at the level of some of the children's eye level:: The nurse couldn't have moved au down here for too long. What was the last thing au remember? Webmaster: ACTION>> Talon receives a priority encrypted communique flagged for t'Vatrix's eyes only. STSF Seiben: They seem to be disarray now that the away teams are... ::gets comm:: STSF Seiben: +t'Vatrix+ Talon to t'Vatrix. We've received a priority communique for au. For your eyes only. tAehjae: :: binds his hands, her blood driping on his back, then pulls him to his feet:: STSF Seiben: ::the Bond song 'For Your Eyes Only' now playing in his head... and yours too now :: Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> ::Squints.:: Ships came to trade, but they weren't trading. They started killing and raiding and taking what they wanted. tAehjae: :: moving the Othan towards Ndak and t’Vatrix:: m_k_tksa: Then what happened? Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> And then... buildings were burning and people were screaming and running everywhere. KhreRiovtRex: +Koga+ Acknowledged...io siuren Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> And some people were getting taken and... and... dying... KhreRiovtRex: (haha seiben) Laehval tTemarr: Othan officer> ::Struggles as the dhenos put restraints on him, but gets a cuff to the head for his trouble.:: m_k_tksa: And what happened to au's parents? Lerak trPexil: :: feels an exhaustive sorrow :: NDak: ::Glances over to t'Vatrix having not caught everything , but trains his attention on t'Aehjae and the Othan veruul.:: tAehjae: tVatrix Do Au wish to speak to this veruul?? Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> ::Squints.:: We never had them... parents. Just nurses. And maenaks. KhreRiovtRex: :: growls at them:: Just yy'a that io.....he was on chRihan, when I was held......and that io, used an agonizer on me, when au were all held below.... m_k_tksa: ::finding that part of the story a bit odd, but hopes they can find some of the records in the computers:: KhreRiovtRex: Laehval, N'Dak....I need to return to the ship....can au handle this mess? Let me know if au find the Governor....he's most likely just as guilty. He was always pandering to those that had the most funds m_k_tksa: We need to get au out of here and somewhere safe. Hopefully where we can get au back with the maenkenn staff who with au all. KhreRiovtRex: +Koga+ Beam be back to the ship immediately Laehval tTemarr: Ie, Rekkhai. Lerak trPexil: This seems more complicated than we first thought. tAehjae: :: nods to tVatrix :: as au wish :: points her weapon at the veruul :: Laehval tTemarr: We will keep au informed. STSF Seiben: +T'Vatrix+ Ie.. beaming au back now.. ::initiates transport:: Laehval tTemarr: t'Aehjae, send that prisoner to the Talon and continue with the scans. Lerak trPexil: +Talon+ Pexil here, do au read? NDak: Ie. tAehjae: :: stops just short of firing :: Ei rekkhai Laehval tTemarr: Oldest child> ::Nods soberly, seeming to have an innate trust of doctors. She slipped her hand into t'Ksa's.:: tAehjae: :: to the Othan:: Au are io lucky veruul:: STSF Seiben: +Pexil+ Ie, we read au. Need anything? Laehval tTemarr: Other children> ::Cluster around the two. One of the little boys tugs on Lerak's tunic and holds up his arms, wanting to be picked up.:: m_k_tksa: ::gives her hand a gentle squeeze:: I'm t'Ksa. What's au's name? tAehjae: :: hands the prisoner to io of the guards for transport and moves back to the scanners:: KhreRiovtRex: ACTION:: Hteij back to the Talon, and heads to her chambers STSF Seiben: +Pexil+ allo? tAehjae: Put him in the brig for interrogation by tTemarr. tAehjae: :: to her dehno":: Laehval tTemarr: Hara> I'm Hara. I'm the oldest. Laehval tTemarr: Hara> Do au have any food? We're hungry! Lerak trPexil: +Koga+ sorry, we need to beam a group of children up to the Talon. NDak: ::Glances to Laehval:: My d'heno are going to continue to sweep the compound. Io of the disheren I interrogated mentioned he may have held up in io of the lower chambers to try to wait us out. STSF Seiben: +Pexil+ Children? Yeah, how many? Laehval tTemarr: ::She nodded to N'Dak.:: Ie, we need to find the governor. KhreRiovtRex: :: nods to Koga and enters her chambers, moving over to her terminal:: STSF Seiben: ::nods to t'Vatrix as he prepares the transporter:: Lerak trPexil: :: looks at t'ksa for confirmation :: How.many are there Ksa? NDak: ::motions for his d'heno to join him as he heads towards the inner workings of the compound:: m_k_tksa: ::does a count of squirming children:: 20. ::stops:: No, 21. Lerak trPexil: +Koga+ 21 KhreRiovtRex: Etreeh, show contents of priority io message for Khre'Riov t'Vatrix,.... Dev,Dev. Kri, io, io Dev m_k_tksa: We'll get au feed and cleaned up. When was the last time au ate? STSF Seiben: +Pex+ 21. OK. I'll have to beam au to the cargo bay transporters. As au are aware, that's the only way we can beam that many at once. Laehval tTemarr: Hara> ::Shakes her head.:: Don't know. We had rations, but... we ate them. ::Quietly.:: Jad had thirds, the greedy gut! STSF Seiben: ::activates that transporter and prepares for transport:: tAehjae: :: pulls off a part of her tunic and wraps it around her bleeding arm and continues her duties as ordered:: STSF Seiben: +Pex+ Stand by NDak: ::He stopped at an etreeh panel to look at the compound's layout:: m_k_tksa: ::trying not to laugh:: Well, that simply wasn't fair, was it. ::nods in all seriousness:: Listen up everyone, we're going to go somewhere where we can get help and food. Is everyone ready? tAehjae: :: carefully watching the scans as they move through:: STSF Seiben: ::initiates transport of all 21 once he's able to isolate each signature for the transport buffer:: Lerak trPexil: +Koga+ medical teams to the talon transport site then. m_k_tksa: ((Did you also take Pexil and myself?)) NDak: ::looking at a particular passage that did na seem to follow the standard pattern, rhae most planetary compounds:: Laehval tTemarr: ACTION> The children and t'Ksa and tr'Pexil are all beamed back to the Talon. NDak: H'nah, if au were going to have a hidden bunker... STSF Seiben: (Yes, unless you just want 21 kids on the Talon by themselves lol:: Webmaster: ACTION>> t'Vatrix's message is in text only. It simply says "Words of my demise are greatly exaggerated. I look forward to finally being able to see au soon. STSF Seiben: ::summons medical teams over:: Lerak trPexil: T'ksa, we can beam back to where we were KhreRiovtRex: :: staring at the screen....having been half ready to argue with some politician back home, finds herself suddenly week in the knees, and reaches for her chair, before her knees give out:: PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM NDak: (( Na. Leave Pexil with the Kids )) NDak: (( Good birth control )) Laehval tTemarr: Babysitter! m_k_tksa: There's an idea, N'Dak Laehval tTemarr: Mr. Mom STSF Seiben: (Ie, tr'Pexil loves kids !) Lerak trPexil: Years later National Lampoon's tr'Pexil Vacation
  10. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #955, STARDATE 51706.19 = /\ = The Manticore is wrapping up shore leave at Earth. A9 and Sovak return from their SFHQ debrief with different urgent tasks. A9 is cleaning out his quarters and Sovak is pulling together an honor guard to receive a Fleet officer who beamed directly to the Bridge - a Klingon warrior, dressed in a Starfleet uniform. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #955, STARDATE 51706.19 = /\ =
  11. Welcome, Matt (oh dear - welcome mat... I won't say it) Glad you found us and it's interesting that you were involved in SFOL. STSF is a direct offshoot of SFOL, as all of our sims were once a part of that group. Just as you commented on Paramount's demands about our Trek name usages, it became even more interesting with AOL. So, we reached out to StarTrek.com and found a new home with them. We built this site to support our chat rooms on StarTrek.com and, over time (and the shut down of their gaming chat rooms), we fully migrated all STSF operations to our website - and here we are. So it's not just "glad you found us," it's also "welcome back!"
  12. SD 0618.2017 The survey of Irassa IV has taken an unusual turn. Weather patterns have become increasingly erratic and dangerous, causing Excalibur crew to scramble for shelter. Other teams continue to investigate an unusual facility located below the surface of a ruined city. Another team, examining an unusual obelisk at the heart of the city has failed to report in and are, apparently, missing. In orbit, Excalibur has continued to monitor the situation as well as note a number of unusual -- highly improbable -- changes in the Irassan star.
  13. The "holodeck" crew book the merchant as a tour guide. As they enter the subway, they apprehend a purse-snatcher. The ship's position, course and speed are re-set to where they were when the crew in the holodeck disappeared and the program re-run. Engineering sends a probe into the program, which disappears. chatlog2017-6-11.txt
  14. MISSION BRIEFING: Our medical team is in peril. While exploring the Irassa IV's flora and fauna, they were attacked by a hunting group of scaled cat-like predators and lost one of their security crewmen. A sudden storm appeared, bringing perilous acid rain. Can they reach the safety of the ruins before the acid eats through their vehicle? Below the planet's surface, the crew has discovered a large storage area. Most of what it contains seems to be survival gear, but there are also several dozen crates of data tapes (presumably on the strange weather system). On the surface, the Science team has discovered a strange obelisk in the center of the ruined city that appears to newer in construction -- though the purpose of the structure currently remains a mystery. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: @ ::still working on deciphering the writing on the boxes, having figured out two: HAZMAT and medical::: Cptn Swain: % ::Having been called to the bridge as the weather systems began developing:: Maryse Dubois: # ::In the vehicle, hoping it can hold out.:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: trying to avoid alien cows while driving through a tornado as very corrosive acid rain falls is NOT part of his general job description, but so far is doing his best to avoid the ATV becoming Dorothy's house and/or a butcher shop :: William Chocox: @::looks over the boxes:: Hunter Matheson: @ Okay.. this one translates as food supplies, probably freeze dried? Hunter Matheson: @ Um... "promitheies trofimon" - looks like Greek, not Latin. Indaura Ryssan: # :: With Dr Dubois :: Hunter Matheson: @ Yeah.. this one... this... and this... Tandaris Admiran: @::working with Will to get the tape player they think they've found hooked up to the equipment:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: yells :: I don't care for the weather... Hunter Matheson: @ UT is finally getting a grip on the symbols. Weird that it's Greek, though. ::Muttering to himself, aka thinking out loud::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowning over the alien weather map :: +Excal+ K'hal to Excalibur. Are you reading the storm cell at -110.235° by 38.581°? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Hakaran gets a message from the science team he dispatched to meet up with NDak and Harper. Neither Harper or N'Dak appear to be at the obelisk site. William Chocox: @ I think this cord goes in that port. Maryse Dubois: # I think we can all agree on that. ::Leaning close to Rhan, so she isn't yelling. She hopes some of his hearing is returning.:: Any luck on finding some shelter? Hakran K'hal: @ :: gets the message, mumblegrumblemutter :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::turns the corner to the next row::: Cptn Swain: %Ops> +Khal+ Affirmative, but its moving fast. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning the area :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Stampeding mammals jostle the ATV as they rush past, tossing the vehicle about even more, but then they were gone and the ATV was out in the open. Though running at top speed, they were driving into the wind. Hunter Matheson: @ ::marked the others so they can be read::: So... this is ... Tandaris Admiran: @ I think you're right. Plug it in. ::grabs one of the tapes and shoves it into the tape reader:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks up, then at the translator, then up again::: Hakran K'hal: @ +Excal+ Are you getting any other readings to explain how the hell that popped up out of nowhere? And do you perchance have a reading on the location of Mr. N'Dak and Ms. Harper? Maryse Dubois: # ::Gripping the back of Rhan's seat for stability.:: William Chocox: @::plugs the cable in:: Indaura Ryssan: # I'm gonna fall of this damned thing... :: shakes :: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: after the jostling ::If we live through this I'm having a steak just for that! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Moving to one of the other crates that Hunter identified, she cracked it open to have a look at the food supplies. She began to unpack them so they could get scans.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Salt water? Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... Commander. What would they do with salt water? William Chocox: @ Working? Cptn Swain: %::Leans over the ops panel and hits the comm button:: +Khal+ No. We're running scans now, but we don't have any theories up here yet. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: driving his tail off, practically chants the refrain: :: Almost there, almost there, almost there. Cptn Swain: % +Khal+ The weather is also causing a lot of interference. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Pops around the corner at Hunter's query.:: Salt water? I don't know. It's not needed for survival. Perhaps a filtration system? Indaura Ryssan: # Wish this was a hovering thing... Hunter Matheson: @ And ammonia? Tandaris Admiran: @ ::Chocox:: It looks like it has power. Now we have to find the play button. Hakran K'hal: @+Swain+ :: sigh :: We're recording the output on the system down here, hopefully comparing notes may tell us something. K'hal out. Hunter Matheson: @ And.. soda, as in baking soda. Maryse Dubois: # In these winds, that might not be a good idea. Hakran K'hal: @+N'Dak+ K'hal to N'Dak. Do you read? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Static William Chocox: @ It'd be great if there was a button with a play arrow on it. Hunter Matheson: @ ::walks around the corner to Hawthorne:: They're next to the medical supplies, but on the other side. Hakran K'hal: @ [redacted] Indaura Ryssan: # I suppose... where are we heading and how far? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Ammonia? Hmmm... NH3 has several uses. Tandaris Admiran: @::just begins pressing buttons randomly:: Hakran K'hal: @ +Augustin+ K'hal to Commander Augustin. Cptn Swain: @Augustin> +Khal+ Go ahead. William Chocox: @ ::looks at the buttons to see if there's something obvious:: Hunter Matheson: @ Whatever it's used for comes in a spray, powder, and a bottle. ::Hawthorne:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The team in the ATV sees the ruins up ahead. The windscreen begins to warp in one area, melting where the rain was hitting hardest. Hakran K'hal: @ +Aug+ I've just received word from the team that I sent to assist Arrain N'Dak and (rank) Harper that the two are nowhere to be found. They're not responding to comms, nor is the Excalibur able to find their comm bad signal. Maryse Dubois: # ::Watching the warping.:: Not good... Tandaris Admiran: @::keeps pressing buttons until the machine makes a "ffffzkgrt" noise and one of the monitors on the wall changes to display something that looks like a test signal:: Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Khal+ I see. Send me the coordinates. We'll get S&R up there ASAP. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Oh hell. You two use the blanket back there to cover up. I'll do what I can, the destination is in sight. Hakran K'hal: @ +Augustin+ Acknowledged, transmitting coordinates now. :: sends :: Indaura Ryssan: # That's strong acid... :: Gets under the blanket :: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: drives like a cat outta hell :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Could be cleaning agents. Could be for preservation purposes? Tandaris Admiran: @::watches as whatever is on the data tape spools into the active memory:: Hunter Matheson: @ Could be, ma'am. It's beyond my tech. Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets under the blanket, shielding her face.:: Hunter Matheson: @ In the teams we use 'em for acid burns. Hunter Matheson: @ But you'd have to get a hell of an acid burn to use this much. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Salt will preserve. Not sure about ammonia. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Perhaps because of the planet's atmosphere. We don't know for sure unless we find something in those data tapes. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: swerving and drifting around bubbling boulders and small ditches, hating to think what's left of the wheels by this point - sees an overhang in the ruins and adjusts his heading for it :: Indaura Ryssan: # Is this a girl's night out? :: Hears the rumble of the vehicle :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::Nod:: Aye, Commander. In the meantime, I'll keep checking, translating, and recording. Tandaris Admiran: @ ah, here we go Hunter Matheson: @ ::sticks his head back around for a final thought:: Or I could be misreading all this, Commander. Hakran K'hal: @ :: with his attention returned to the matter in front of him, making some little sense of the symbology used on the alien weather display screens after running some of them through a molecular configuration comparison :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves on down the line::: William Chocox: @ Got it working? Indaura Ryssan: # We have to get out of this rain. Tandaris Admiran: @ Yes, it just took some time for the system to load the tape data into memory. Looks like this tape contains results of biosurveys. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: hastily shoves on some goggles as he notes the distortion in the windshield growing more pronounced :: Working on it, but this isn't exactly a six lane highway. William Chocox: @ Could be useful. We really need data on the weather though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Acid rain begins to come through the ATV's viewscreen in small droplets. Maryse's blanket starts to smoke. Rhan is hit on the arm and it eats through his uniform and into his fur. Indaura gets a drop on the shoulder. Hunter Matheson: @ ::ignores the action::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> And then they're suddenly they're in the ruins, under cover, and safe. Indaura Ryssan: # Oh... that's not good Indaura Ryssan: # We've stopped,,, Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: hisses but keeps driving until he screeches to a halt underneath cover in the ruins :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::stops as his eyes catch something tucked between two boxes::: Tandaris Admiran: @::looks at the various tapes:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Quickly tosses her smoking blanket to the side.:: Anyone hurt? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: scrambles out of the driver's seat before any more of the leftover drops seep through the swiss-cheese windshield :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Just start making a list of everything you find. We can sort it out later. Hunter Matheson: @ ::takes a knee, checks it out, and wiggles it free::: William Chocox: @ We're going to have to load all of them aren't we? Tandaris Admiran: @::Hakran:: Come take a look at this. They surveyed the changes to the wildlife and plants as the weather destabilized. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: holds out his arm :: Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: I'm afraid so. Hunter Matheson: @ ::pages through:: Huh... William Chocox: @ Alright, I hand, you load? Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets out of the vehicle, she checks Rhan's arm.:: Ouch... Hakran K'hal: @ :: pads over, skims :: Interesting. Hunter Matheson: @ :::rounds the boxes to the other side and Hawthorne again:: Commander? Indaura Ryssan: @ The blanket has a hole in it Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Sure, let's just look over this biosurvey data first. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Trying to translate the various items of food.:: Yes? Maryse Dubois: # ::Checks the vehicle, making sure the medkit is still intact. She pulls it out, using a couple of tools on his arm.:: William Chocox: @ Alright. Hunter Matheson: @ :::notes its fragility and closes it carefully, then looks around for Hawthorne::: Tandaris Admiran: @::Hakran:: If I'm reading these tables right, it looks like the animals' aggression correlates with EM activity driven by the sun's flare patterns. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: suffers in silence :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Yes? ::Repeats herself to get Matheson's attention.:: Hakran K'hal: @ They certainly adapted, didn't they? The question is why. Bioscience isn't my forte. Copy that if you would, Commander, and I'll forward it along to the ones that giggle about DNA sequencing. Maryse Dubois: # So, what's the plan? Hold out here till the storm goes away, then see if we can meet up with the ruins teams? Hunter Matheson: @ Oh... yes, ma'am. Found this tucked between two boxes on the other side. Looks like some kind of log. Tandaris Admiran: @ Copy it, of course. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ A written log book of what? Inventory? Tandaris Admiran: @ ::Chocox:: I am an idiot. Hunter Matheson: @ It's pretty fragile, though. No idea, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: # Rhan, are you alright? Hunter Matheson: @ Could be inventory, but it looks like there are some characters strung together, like in a sentence. William Chocox: @ How so sir? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Sounds like a plan, Maryse. We sure as hell aren't going anything in that. :: points the the ATV - the wheels of which are half melted away and the remains are soggily slumping into the dirt :: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: nods to Indaura :: Just a flesh wound. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: These data tapes use a very primitive storage format. Next tape we load in, set the tricorder to scan as the player reads and decodes the data. Hunter Matheson: @ Anyway, I logged it. Not sure what to do with it Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Once the tricorder understands the protocol, we can scan and decipher all of the data tapes without using the player. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: by the flattened state of his ears, is in a bit more pain than he's showing otherwise :: Tandaris Admiran: @::uses the tricorder to get a copy of the biosurvey data, then ejects this tape and replaces it with another at random:: William Chocox: @::scans as that one loads:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ K'hal to Commander Hawthorne. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Hawthorne here. Go ahead. Maryse Dubois: # ::Finishes cleaning his arm, and gently applying an ointment.:: Good thing there are some rations in the kit. I really don't want to try and dig through anything left in the buggy. Indaura Ryssan: # How does the plantlife survive? Could that be used? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ Medical Team Alpha has barely managed to reach a place of relative safety. We're going to buckle down here until the storm fully subsides, then we'll try picking our way to your location on foot. Our ATV is goo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @+Rhan+ Thank goodness. There are several ways down here through the tunnels. They should be clearly marked on your maps. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ Acknowledged, Commander. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: smiles at Maryse :: Next time I take you for a road trip, I get to pick the planet first. Maryse Dubois: # ::Smiles.:: Deal. Tandaris Admiran: @::watches as the new data spools up:: Ah-hah, this one appears weather related. Hunter Matheson: @ ::returned to the other side and continues cataloging::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Back to Hunter.:: Scan it and see if it can be translated. Hunter Matheson: @ ::shouts back:: Yes, ma'am. William Chocox: @ That's good. Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Arrives at the Obelisk, where the science team is looking perplexed:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Finds a decent spot and sits down.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: returns to the screens while the engineers do their best librarian impersonations :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::sits, removes his gloves, and carefully opens the book, hoping it doesn't fall apart::: Cptn Swain: 2 MINUTE WARNING Tandaris Admiran: @ No, it's bad. William Chocox: @ I thought we wanted weather data. Hunter Matheson: @ ::cross-legged on the floor, scans page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page....::: Tandaris Admiran: @ Yes, but look at the data. ::points at the tables and survey results:: Hakran K'hal: @Archeologist> :: notes Augustin's arrival while looking perplexed :: There's no sign of them. Like they were never even here. William Chocox: @ Ah, yes, that is suboptimal. Maryse Dubois: # ::Pops open the survival kit to see what kind of rations are inside.:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: also settles down, looks over to Indaura :: Your first Excalibur mission going all right for you, Doctor? Tandaris Admiran: @ If I'm reading this right, there's a cyclical storm pattern, and we're in for a massive new storm very soon. Hakran K'hal: @ :: heard that, pads back over :: What? Hakran K'hal: @ :: resists the urge to yank it out of Tandy's hand :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Gets a ration bar out of her kit, undoes the wrapper and offers half to Dubois :: William Chocox: @ Ah [expletive redacted] Tandaris Admiran: @ The weather is loosely cyclical. And we're at the part of a cycle just before the strongest, most destructive storm. Maryse Dubois: # ::Takes the half.:: Thanks. Hakran K'hal: @ How destructive are we talking? Tandaris Admiran: @ According to this data, the animals will get more aggressive, the winds more frequent and faster, and then the rain starts. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Doing the same as Hunter, only with the food storage crates.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. Chirakis: Before we begin, we have a few awards. Chirakis: Will the following please step forward: Chirakis: Commander Coleridge Chirakis: Captain Ramson Chirakis: Doctor Sandero Chirakis: Lt Commander Tarisa Scott Coleridge: ::approaches the bench:: Dacia Sandero: Hmm ::steps forward:: Tarisa: ::Steps up.:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps up:: Chirakis: ::stands before them::: Chirakis: It is my honor to present the following awards: Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, a service ribbon for admirably enduring 25 sims; Chirakis: Captain Ramson, a silver oak leaf for 25 consecutive sims; Chirakis: Doctor Sandero, a silver oak leaf for 25 consecutive sims, Chirakis: Lieutenant Commander Tarisa, your first Gold Award for attending 50 consecutive sims. Chirakis: Thank you, and congratulations to you all. Dacia Sandero: Yay Tarisa: I'm catching up to Mimi. Chirakis: ::steps forward, pinning the appropriate award to each, then firm handshake:: Dacia Sandero: lol Lawliet: ::claps:: mimipavilion: lol ::applauds:: =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/16/17 10:08 PM=/\= 30 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.089 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis local. The Droid ship is gone. The communication signal from TKR-117 is gone. Aegean is being fitted with a mission pod for a science recon mission. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Tarisa: ::On the CnC.:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay going about her daily routines:: Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::returns to the CnC after several meetings over a lunch:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Annisha and Miana somewhere:: Chirakis: ::steps into CnC, checking for threats, then moves toward the TAC console::: mimipavilion: ::still on the CnC:: Lawliet: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::then turns to Scott:: Tactical reports all quiet, Commander. Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of the office onto the CnC:: Chirakis: ::turns to Ramson:: Captain. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hanging upside down from the monkey bars in the playground.:: Lawliet: ::collecting available data on TKR-117 for the recon mission:: Alexis McFarland: ::climbing on top of the monkey bars:: Chirakis: (good evening, Commander Cayne) Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: What's the status on the Aegean? Kallah Ramson: We've been given clearance for a science mission folks. Jylliene: It's completing preparations. ::to Coleridge:: Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as the Captain speaks.:: Jylliene: She should be nearly ready. mimipavilion: ::looks at the Captain:: Alexis McFarland: ::reaches the top and looks around the park:: Lawliet: ::looks up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Swings up to the top, straightening her sundress.:: We need more things to climb. ::Grins.:: Kallah Ramson: ::brings up a scan, Romulan encoding marks on it:: Chirakis: ::listens:: Alexis McFarland: Like a tree? Lawliet: ::looks at the display:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On the CnC, at his console :: mimipavilion: ::turns to the display:: Jylliene: ::checks on the status:: And reporting ready, Commander. Tarisa: Miana> I love climbing trees. Kallah Ramson: The Romulan recon fleet picked up something interesting. Alexis McFarland: There's a whole bunch of them over there. A lot of the other kids do it too. Annisha: There's a tree at the school... Alexis McFarland: S'Serena, the Caitian girl in our class is great at climbing trees. Ahh yes, that's a big tree. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: perks up ::: Tarisa: Miana> Oooooh.... Annisha: :: Walking with Miana and Alexis :: Alexis McFarland: But the school is closed today, I don't think we'd be able to climb that tree today Kallah Ramson: It's outside of the alliance zone of influence. seems to be natural in nature but not anything observed before Tarisa: Miana> So let us pick another one. Annisha: The park? :: places a hand on her boomer :: Tarisa: ::Listening carefully.:: Alexis McFarland: That works. ::starts climbing down the monkey bars:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Hops down with ease.:: Chirakis: ::picking up on the key words: outside the zone, natural, but never before observed::: Jylliene: ::ensures that quarters have been properly prepped on Aegean:: Annisha: Let's go... :: leads the way :: Lawliet: ::to Ramson:: What exactly do we know? Alexis McFarland: ::hops down as well and follows the others:: Jylliene: ::wonders who will be on the mission:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Does a little skip as she follows.:: mimipavilion: ::listens and hopes she doesn't go:: Kallah Ramson: ::Lawliet:: gravitational readings from a system aren't matching other scans. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on an engineering project that had taken a backseat over the past few days :: Kallah Ramson: it's like there's a large mass that we can't otherwise detect. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at scans of 117 :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile, Gila is walking around the commerce level on her lunch break :: Annisha: :: Looks back, then starts to run to the park :: Alexis McFarland: ::runs after Annisha::: Lawliet: Anything like "The Aldea" mission? Tarisa: Miana> ::Dashes after them.:: Kallah Ramson: It's all a big question mark at the moment. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Moving his concentration back to local Aegis space :: Chirakis: ::pondering::: Kallah Ramson: with the alliance seeming to have fallen back we've been cleared to check this out. Chirakis: ::glance to Lawliet, hoping he is not correct, but knowing that he very well might be::: Kallah Ramson: it should be a 17 day mission. Jylliene: ::has duty shift lists up, ready for substitutions and such:: Chirakis: What system, Captain? Kallah Ramson: currently designated as p-kappa 198. Annisha: :: Slips into the park :: Chirakis: ::steps to her console and brings up what information she has::: mimipavilion: ::walks over Jyl so she can move around duty personal in her dept:: Lawliet: ::taps Tarisa on the shoulder, telling her to bring up information on the system:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay park! Tarisa: ::Taps, bringing it up.:: Chirakis: ::which is very little, given the focus of her work::: Jylliene: ::waiting to hear who/what departments are being requested:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Chirakis: :::Ramson:: Uninhabited, Captain? Kallah Ramson: the mission will launch in 3 days. We'll finish preparations and finalize the crew choices in that time. Chirakis: ::acquiescing nod::: Jylliene: ::nods, closes the lists:: mimipavilion: ::stands up still next to Jyl:: Kallah Ramson: ::chirakis:: yes, no life signs. the local star has cooled and wouldn't be good at supporting most life. Annisha: :: Throws her boomer. It flies through the air, but actually loops back on a more guided path. Annisha catches it moments later. :: Chirakis: And the Romulan recon has shown nothing more than "unusual" readings? Alexis McFarland: Oooh Kallah Ramson: that's at least all they've shared. Kallah Ramson: shared Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are the hiding their information? Chirakis: ::quirks a brow, suspicious::: Tarisa: Miana> ::looking around at which tree she was to climb, but can't help bringing her attention to Annisha's toy.:: Chirakis: The question is, do they have reason to hide it? Kallah Ramson: I think if it had any value besides scientific curiosity, the romulans wouldn't have informed us about it. Scott Coleridge: ::listening to the conversation but withholding any comment so far:: Chirakis: Agreed. Kallah Ramson: or they already checked it out and found it boring. Jylliene: ::chuckles inwardly:: Chirakis: ::reserves comment:: Lawliet: ::looks at the rest of the staff:: Chirakis: ::her eyes shift to Scott, noting his expression::: Tarisa: Miana> ::She then spots the right tree.:: That one! ::Points.:: mimipavilion: ::wonders which romulan ship was in the area:: Alexis McFarland: Oh, alright. Looks good. Kallah Ramson: so, all departments give me a list of names for this mission. Chirakis: ::steps to Cayne, speaking quietly:: Choose a security detail familiar with this type of mission and take command of it. Scott Coleridge: Will you be going on the mission, Captain Ramson? mimipavilion: ::nods, hearing Scott:: Chirakis: (w) I will remain here... as a precaution. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: looks :: Understood, team of three besides myself. Chirakis: ::nods affirmative:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (w) Are you expecting infiltration? Chirakis: ::wry grin:: I always expect infiltration, Commander. Tarisa: Miana> ::Slips out of her sundress, straightening her tanktop and shorts she had underneath. She then runs up to the base of the tree. Tail swishing wildly.:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks to Scott:: Actually, Command has asked I remain on Aegis for the time being. Alexis McFarland: ::clambers up the tree not far behind Miana:: Scott Coleridge: ::uh-oh:: Kallah Ramson: ::smiles:: Chirakis: ::waiting for the other shoe::: Jylliene: ::ponders that:: mimipavilion: ::her gut tells her to stay here and send Dacia on the mission:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Has no trouble getting to the first sets of sturdy branches.:: Alexis McFarland: ::also manages to climb up the branches, following where Miana went:: Annisha: :: Flings her boomer again. It slowly flies around the tree, then comes back to Annisha's hand :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sends an order to a new security person :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets to about one third of the way up and stops on a large enough branch where they could sit.:: Yay Tarisa: Miana> ::Waves to Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sits beside Miana:: Whew. ::dangles her legs over the branch::: Jylliene: ::starts guessing at possible teams:: Scott Coleridge: ::also waiting for a second item of footwear to descend upon them all:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over his choices :: Alexis McFarland: ::kicks her legs:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Ramson:: Chirakis: ::can tell from the captain's expression what she is thinking... almost::: Alexis McFarland: Annisha! Chirakis: ::steps to her console to pull up the most recent security reports:: Annisha: Yeah? mimipavilion: ::mentally making a list of people for the mission:: Kallah Ramson: assignments will be finalized tomorrow. Chirakis: ::only the slow, steady tick of the chronograph breaks the silence::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/16/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: We have one more item of business this evening. Chirakis: SubCommander Korjata, step forward. Chirakis: ::waits... and waits... and waits::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: steps forward, nearly trips on the carpet :: Chirakis: SubCommander Korjata, It is my honor to present to you yet another gold oak leaf, in recognition of your 200th consecutive simulation. Chirakis: Congratulations, and thank you. Chirakis: ::steps forward to pin on the award, then steps back for a firm handshake::: Nijil tr'Korjata: 200 Fridays with no movies to see Chirakis: Indeed. mimipavilion: ::applauds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shakes :: Alexis McFarland: yay Lawliet: ::claps:: Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 1 day Chirakis: very well. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  17. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 16 June 2017 30 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.089 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1.00 PM) Aegis local. The Droid Core ship has left the area. The communication signal that we detected in orbit of TKR-117 is gone. Captain Ramson has requested the mission pod on the Aegean be fitted for a science recon mission.
  18. Hello and welcome to STSF, Matt. You seem to have quite a bit of experience in Trek, and we are glad you found us! For ease of service, our academy has evolved into a more hands-on scenario. The new system is outlined on this site here: https://www.stsf.net/help/academy-graduation-requirements.php. Basically, you choose an advanced sim that sounds good, you contact the GMs for approval, when you are accepted you come into their game and the fun starts: As a new player, you watch silently (to the screen) for two weeks. The GMs will be available for questions in private message during the game and will perform a quick debrief at sim's end to answer any other questions you might have. The player will then "come aboard" as a non-officer crewman for at least two sims. They may be promoted to Ensign at any point after these two additional games, but it may not happen after just two weeks. This is completely at the discretion of the Advanced Sim's command team. The GM team is also within their rights to let a prospective player know that it will not work out on their sim and they are free to look elsewhere. None of these steps is open to negotiation or open for J.A.G./peer review. Any player that has successfully joined an Advanced game with this method will not be available for a transfer or additional duties on another Advanced game for 3 months. In addition, there is a limit to the number of concurrent sims that such a new player can participate in. They can only be a member of two sims for their first 6 months of game play. Choose a game, and have at it! Welcome aboard! Chirakis Kirel, GM for Sky Harbor Aegis
  19. Back in the house! "Live long and prosper"

  20. Hey all! My name is CTHuskyMan, aka Matt/Matty B. I'm a longtime Trekkie and simmer from southwestern Connecticut, USA. I've been playing Trek sims for some time now....I think I started in 2000, with SFOL (Spacefleet Online)'s USS Ranger. I've also held a post on board that group's USS Regayov (Voyager spelled backwards....we wanted to use that name, but Paramount had a hissy fit). My highest rank achieved is that of Lieutenant. You may know me as "Paul Washington", or by some other name. Anywho, having a bit of free time lately, I've decided to come back to the simming world (after a long absence). As such, I'm looking for some Academy sims that I can participate in. Hopefully, you guys can point me in the right direction. I see some names that I used to know on here....if I don't know you, I look forward to meeting and simming with you! :) -- CTHuskyMan (aka Matty B)
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #954, STARDATE 51706.12 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit around Earth. Shore Leave has been approved for all on the crew while a maintenance team gets the ship ready for... who knows what. A9 and Sovak have just been released from a week-long debrief at SF HQ. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #954, STARDATE 51706.12 = /\ = 170612.log
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #954, STARDATE 51706.12 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit around Earth. Shore Leave has been approved for all on the crew while a maintenance team gets the ship ready for... who knows what. A9 and Sovak have just been released from a week-long debrief at SF HQ. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #954, STARDATE 51706.12 = /\ =
  23. SD 0611.2017 Our medical team is in peril. While exploring the Irassa IV's flora and fauna, they were attacked by a hunting group of scaled cat-like predators and lost one of their security crewmen. A sudden storm appeared, bringing perilous acid rain. Can they reach the safety of the ruins before the acid eats through their vehicle? Below the planet's surface, the crew has discovered a large storage area. Most of what it contains seems to be survival gear, but there are also several dozen crates of data tapes (presumably on the strange weather system). On the surface, the Science team has discovered a strange obelisk in the center of the ruined city that appears to newer in construction -- though the purpose of the structure currently remains a mystery.
  24. MISSION BRIEF: Exploration of Irassa IV has already produced some interesting results. Medical has been dealing with a high number of adverse reactions among the crew to the planet's flora and fauna. They have been tasked with collecting samples to compare to previous scans that were taken decades earlier. While exploring, they have inadvertently crossed the path of several predators on the hunt. Other teams have explored a planetary launch site that was apparently used to fire probes toward the system's primary star. Weather on the planet's surface has also turned to be unpredictable, with several violet storm systems suddenly forming and dissipating without warning. Below the planet's surface, the crew has discovered a large storage area with intact crates, though they are currently unable to translate the markings. On the surface, the Science team has discovered a strange obelisk in the center of the ruined city that appears to newer in construction -- though the purpose of the structure currently remains a mystery. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois: # ::Is staring down a rather large feline, her phaser drawn and set to heavy stun.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::She has a tree to her back.:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: as the scan data comes up on his tricorder, remembers these beasties being generically profiled by one of the first exploration teams as likely nocturnal predators and not from a forested environment :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Had fallen, but putting her hand up :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Down in storage, she looked to Tandaris and Will.:: What did you find at the launch site? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: light-bulb moment, literally :: William Chocox: @ They launched a probe of some kind, and the weather is weird. Tandaris Admiran: @ No sign of whether the probe caused the current situation or was a failed attempt to fix it. William Chocox: @ Also true. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: with his own back to a tree, feverishly works to alter his phaser :: Come on come on come on Hunter Matheson: @ ::listening:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> The scaled kitties had apparently forgotten their former prey in exchange for something easier. They spread out, looking to flank the team. Their scales stood up on edge, like raised hairs and they moved quietly, except for low growls. Maryse Dubois: # Good kitty... ::Keeps the phaser steady.:: Don't make me use this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Weird weather, how? Tandaris Admiran: @ Sudden storm activity appearing, then dissipating just as fast. Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks out the crates, wondering if they should open them even if they can't read the markings::: William Chocox: @ One second it's strong enough to fling a cow, next it's gone. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Slowly gets up :: Tandaris Admiran: @ We'd need Excalibur to perform more detailed analyses of the magnetosphere, but I'd guess that the sun's abnormal rotation is flinging more than your average amount of ions in the planet's direction. That and flare activity, well doesn't have to trillsplain. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: aims his phaser, shuts his eyes, and hopes his modifications, which instead of a stun blast is now the world's strongest flashlight, will deter the scaly felines as he fires :: Indaura Ryssan: # Every cat remain calm :: looking in eyes :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ That's very odd. Reports from previous surveys didn't mention strange weather. ::She turned to the storage crates.:: We need to get these open. Could be something to do with the weather system operation above. Hunter Matheson: @ :::trillsplain?::: Hunter Matheson: @ ::goes back to using the tric to decipher the code/lang::: Tandaris Admiran: @ ::regards the crates:: Have we tried using the magic word? William Chocox: @ What's Excalibur doing now? Hakran K'hal: @ :: blinks :: Well, watching it unfold live on the monitoring screens, I can definitely say they were very focused on good data. William Chocox: @ "Open says me" Hakran K'hal: @ Still studying the sun itself as far as I know, as of Captain Swain's last update from Astrometrics. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> One of the cats launched itself at Indaura and was hit by Rhan's modified phaser beam. The light blinded it momentarily, causing it to stop mid-charge and change direction --t his time heading for Rhan. Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks at Admiran:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::serious:: There's a magic word, sir? Maryse Dubois: # ::Aims and fires at the feet of her cat, hoping to scare it off.:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Well, that's better than nothing, but you're not the only kitty here fella. :: climbs the tree he'd been hugging, swinging out onto a branch and firing more directly at its eyes this time :: William Chocox: @ Hunter... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ I thought some good old-fashioned elbow grease would do the trick. ::She pulled one of the crates from the rack. While the locking mechanism was a mystery, there was a clear seam where the create would open.:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Rolls away :: Oof! Hunter Matheson: @ ::turns:: Sir? Hakran K'hal: @ :: cocks an ear, the Caitian equivalent to the Vulcan eyebrow raise :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Maryse's beam caused the cat to skitter and change direction. Instead of attacking Maryse, it charged a nearby security officer. The redshirt went down screaming as the cat ripped out his throat. Tandaris Admiran: @ ::uncharacteristic note of caution in his voice:: Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they're booby-trapped? Indaura Ryssan: # :: Gasped :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::She looked at Tandaris in surprise and laughed.:: Really? You're the voice of reason now? Why don't you scan it and see. Maryse Dubois: # ::Fires on the cat once more. This time aiming square at it.:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Setting tricorder to "suspicion". ::begins scanning:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::steps back::: William Chocox: Who are you and what have you done with Commander Admiran? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The cat after Rhan growled again as it was blinded. Eyes narrowed and ears flat, it reached Rhan's tree and started to climb, though was too heavy and had trouble moving more than a few feet up. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: winces as the security officer turns into lunch, but has his own to worry about still - watches the cat have trouble climbing :: Sorry fella, but my brains are just going to have to beat your brawn. :: reverts his modifications and fires on heavy stun at it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Cat #3 was circling Indaura and crouched, ready to pounce. Cat# 2 was hit by Maryse's phaser, which bounced off its scales. It staggered to one side, but only seemed stunned, rather than truly injured. Growling, it went back to its meal, disemboweling the dead security officer. Hunter Matheson: (called away) Hakran K'hal: @ :: dryly :: It's really telling the kind of missions this ship gets assigned if opening boxes is considered a level 1 security hazard. Maryse Dubois: # Heavy stun doesn't seem to work well. You have permission to use higher settings. ::Taps, setting hers to kill.:: Tandaris Admiran: @ I'm not detecting anything. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: OK, pony up the goods. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: notes stun and the scales don't seem to go well together, from his point of view anyway - then hears Maryse give the authorization to up setting and does so, firing again :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::She crossed her arms, waiting.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Fires at the one stalking Indaura.:: William Chocox: @ ::opens it:: Hunter Matheson: (back) Indaura Ryssan: # ::gets her phaser:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: lets the engineers enjoy their unboxing, turns back to the monitoring screens to see where any potential "exotic" weather patterns are cropping up :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Fires a stun :: Tandaris Admiran: @::peers inside the crate, cautiously, not wanting to go all face-melty:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::watching, curious:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Rhan's stun didn't make a dent, though the cat did fall back to the ground. Setting phasers to kill, surprisingly didn't do much more. It hit the cats a bit harder and seemed to stun them a bit longer, but they shook off the attack. Their scales seemed to deflect most of the phaser attack. However, the multiple attacks, coming from different directions, did seem to make them pause. They retreated and regrouped, circling in preparation for another attack. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> During the attack, the wind had begun to whip through the trees as a sudden storm system formed in the distance. William Chocox: @ It's not the Ark of the Covenant Commander. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: The what? William Chocox: Ancient Earth reference. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> For the love of llamas, what are these things made of? Okay, trying something else. This'll probably hurt me just as bad as it hurts them. :: uses his padd to emit a very loud, piercing sound in the frequency range that large cats, including himself, shouldn't be too fond of :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Checks her weapon, charges it :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Takes the opportunity to get to the buggy. Hitting a button in center console which brought up a phaser turret from its resting place.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> Opening the crate without getting blasted with acid or face-melting ghosts, the team discovered that the one they'd cracked was full of survival gear. Hazard suits, gloves, breathers, etc. Tandaris Admiran: @ Ah. I'm just nervous, because one of my past hosts was on an archaeological expedition and other members of the team opened something they shouldn't have. It caused an exothermic reaction across 50% of their bodies. William Chocox: @ Oh damn. Hunter Matheson: @ ::steps waaaay back::: Maryse Dubois: # ::Standing up in the back of the vehicle, she manned the turret.:: Might want to get in. ::Looks up noting the wind picking up.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::then he sees the contents::: Huh... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> High-pitched noises didn't make the cats too happy. They covered their heads and pawed at their ears, snarling and growling, but not advancing. Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks the writing on the boxes, comparing it to the contents::: Hunter Matheson: @ ::slips it into the tric, set to UT::: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: with his ears covered and his padd still emitting the sound from it's holster on his hip, makes his way to the buggy :: Tandaris Admiran: @ So they were expanding their existing subterranean infrastructure. Preparing for the onset of a nuclear winter or similarly inhospitable environment. Tandaris Admiran: @ But they never finished. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The storm neared the team and the wind was getting worse. Trees were whipping about dangerously. Those on the ground found themselves having to lean into the wind to keep their feet. Hakran K'hal: @ From what I've heard topside, every one of those things is pretty well needed as it currently stands. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Hmm... crack open another. Matheson, can you find one that has different markings? Hunter Matheson: @ ::then he moves to the other crates and compares the writing::: Indaura Ryssan: ## geets in Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: collapses into the ATV and scrambles to turn the bloody noise off before he faints :: Maryse Dubois: # Rhan...::Looking at the dead security.:: Grab his badge. We'll have to leave the rest... ::frowns.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Well, ma'am... a few words are similar, but the endings are different.... Hunter Matheson: @ So... three boxes are HAZMAT... Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> What?! :: shouts :: Hunter Matheson: @ The next three here are different. : Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks them out:: I'm guessing different survival gear. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Though no longer blasted by the noise, the cats fled from the storm. The ATVS were now being pushed by the wind, which threatened to topple them. Maryse Dubois: # ::Points to her badge on her chest, then to the dead crewman.:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Riding with them :: Ugh.... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Pull one down and let engineering have a crack at it. Maryse Dubois: # ::Sits down and straps in.:: Hunter Matheson: @ :: crowbar, shifts it, then gets a few sec to hand it down::: Hunter Matheson: @ ::plunk::: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: sees what Maryse is on about, but is more worried about the effects of the storm on the ATV - hops into the driver's seat and turns it into the wind :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::steps back::: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Frowns :: Not a great first contact... Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: shouts, because he can't hear himself or anything much else and because he assumes the storm is loud :: We'll have to leave him or we'll be joining him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> The next crate contains a crap-ton of data tapes. Maryse Dubois: # ::Slips into the back seat, strapping in.:: ((Ignore my previous.)) Can we make it back to base in this? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: looks over the map, decides they're better off going to the ruins from here than back to the base camp, heads off carefully trying to keep the ATVs stable by tacking with the wind :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: looks at the storm :: Let's go William Chocox: @ Ooh, are those Betamax? Hunter Matheson: @ ::absently:: Huh... like they were preserving the contents of whatever system they were using. Tandaris Admiran: I'm not familiar with that protocol. Is it duotronic? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> And suddenly the storm is upon them. First came the hail. The ATV was rocked and buffeted dangerously by the wind. (Are these ATVs open air? I hope not.) Hunter Matheson: @ ::Chocox::: Betamax? Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: sees the mouths moving, guesses at the content, shouts :: Ruins are closer! Maryse Dubois: # :;Sitting behind Rhan, she reaches up and begins to rub his ears, trying to ease his pain.:: Maryse Dubois: ((The back part that I was previously in was, but I moved inside. )) William Chocox: @ Old data storage method. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: good thing he's not Ferengi, he'd drive them into the ditch with that :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ We need to convert one of these to see what it contains. ::She looked to Hunter.:: Any other crates with different markings? Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks:: Yes, ma'am. Tandaris Admiran: @ Right, if there are tapes, there must be a reader. Hakran K'hal: @ Looks like a major storm brewing up near the nearby forest. Hunter Matheson: @ ::walks down the line:: Looks like every three are.. .except this one. There's only one. And two of the next crates. Hakran K'hal: @ :: checks with base camp to see if there is anyone in that area :: Hunter Matheson: @ I'll scratch numbers into them. These first three will be 1, next three will be 2, and on down the line. Maryse Dubois: # ::Stops a moment to send a comm to home base alerting them to the storm and our detour. Then contacts the ruins team.:: +Miranda+ Commander, this is Dr. Dubois, can you read us? ::Lots of noise on her end from the storm.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::hears the alert, but still thinking there could be something in the boxes that will give a hint as to what the hell happened and what's going on topside::: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: bouncing around in the driver's seat as he tries like mad to keep them moving - lowers their ride height to keep as little air from getting underneath as possible, and well, if they get stuck in the mud they'll at least avoid doing a Dorothy :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowns, hearing Maryse's comm :: Well that answers my question. It really looks like Security Provided by The Weather the way it whips these things up around our people. Hunter Matheson: @ ::walking along, checking the wording and marking similar boxes::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Hail beat down on the ATVs, but ceased after a few minutes. The rain started after, hissing against the ATV's external structure. Strangely, it seemed to be pitting the windshield, eating away at it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ +Mayrse+ We can hear you, but barely. What's going on? Hunter Matheson: (raining acid - talk about air pollution) Tandaris Admiran: @ ::opens more boxes:: Here we go! Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: wonders why the wipers aren't doing a damn bit of good, then realizes what's happening :: Umm... this isn't good. Tandaris Admiran: @::digs out a device that looks like it could be a tape reader:: Let's see if we can hook this up to the monitors there, get it some power. Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ I'll fill in details when we arrive, but we are caught in a real nasty storm and are on our way to your location. ::Notices the windshield. Possible cursing heard.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::end of the line, he turns and begins deciphering as much as he can::: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: head whips around, trying to find the least little bit of something that could be considered shelter as the map shows them far too far away from the Ruins for his liking :: William Chocox: @ Sounds like a good plan Commander. Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowns over the screens, trying to figure out what this new symbology over the storm could indicate :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: TWO MINUTE WARNING Hunter Matheson: @ ::mutters:: Huh... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Looks to Hunter.:: What? Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks again, then looks up to tap the box:: This might be medical supplies. Hakran K'hal: @ Damnit, I hate arbitrary symbols. :: scratches head :: William Chocox: @ Hm Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves to the next:: This one, too. Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Hmm... I may have to just gun it and take our chances. If that gets through the windshield, I'd hate to think what it would do to us. Hunter Matheson: @ If I could remember Greek 101, I might be able to read it. Or maybe it was Latin. ::headscratch::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> A herd of animals suddenly stampeded in front of the ATVs, running in panic as they were being devoured by acidic rain. Indaura Ryssan: # :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And... Maryse Dubois: # Apparently that... ::Noticing the animals.:: Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Or not! :: does a nifty drift turn... growing up in Cali does have its benefits :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  25. The crew that were in the holodeck find a local to try to figure out where they are and what is happening. They find that they are in "New City" and come up with the cover story that they are there for a comic convention. Arcadia begins a search pattern for the missing crew. chatlog2017-6-4.txt
  26. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/9/17 10:02 PM=/\= 30 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.089 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis local. The Droid ship is still stationary 2 LY from Aegis, posing no threat. Lawliet and Tarisa are monitoring the area above TKR-117. The station is as quiet as a station can get when not under alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay tending to things:: Tarisa: ::On the CnC, watching the console screen.:: Chirakis: ::CnC, checking tactical status, then looking into reports::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Annisha: :: Where she is at :: Lawliet: ::sitting next to Tarisa monitoring TKR-117:: KelsaViegnor: ::shop, using her pad to figure out a new arrangement for the shop that would allow displays for the new products:: Kallah Ramson: ::getting caught up on all that paperwork they don't really expect you to do while at alert. Boy, it sure had piled up:: Alexis McFarland: I got us some ice cream cones. ::hands a chocolate dipped ice cream to Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: ((Because we are aaaalways at alert)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne was on tactical :: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, working away at a few different tasks while he has the chance:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> You know Kelsa, we could do a theme each week or two Chirakis: ::relaxing at her station, paging through things, signing, passing them on, and one of them regards Gila Orrak::: Tarisa: Miana> Thanks! ::Sniffs it lightly before taking a lick.:: Mmmm....yummy! KelsaViegnor: A theme? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Yummies! ::licks her ice cream:: Chirakis: ::sending a text to Lt Garand, who is standing duty by the lift::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Flowers of Betazed, Pines of Kelvas II Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> I have been reading a lot of material on Federation worlds...very...varied and complicated. Chirakis: ::the text says that Gila Orrak is cleared for review, beginning with the standard Federation exams::: KelsaViegnor: Well, we could certainly feature different ones every so often, but I do not want to end up with an overstock of any particular scent. Chirakis: ::after which she will stand before the board for her oral boards::: Alexis McFarland: Who were those people you ordered, Annisha? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne spent his time watching the space around 117 and that ship. Soon he would set up a task to track it without his constant gaze :: KelsaViegnor: But more prominently displaying a particular range of scents... that could work. Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears perk up.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> How about the real thing and then our scent.. compare the difference. Chirakis: ::and that, as security training officer, he is to notify her, complete the paperwork, and monitor her progress throughout the examination cycle:: Chirakis: ::ah, the perks of command - passing things on to the underlings::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Do we have anything that smells like Kennar? KelsaViegnor: Hmm... for certain things, yes; obtaining all of those samples of fresh flowers and other delicate items could be more costly than it would be worth for the comparison KelsaViegnor: Kennar? Lawliet: ::looking through the sensor logs over the past few hours:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> The most popular and disturbing drink on Cardassia. Jylliene: ::scroll, scroll, scroll through the reports... looks okay...:: KelsaViegnor: ...disturbing? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> It's not a taste for everyone. KelsaViegnor: Ah. mimipavilion: ::finishes up next week's work schedule:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: KelsaViegnor: Well, as is true of many regional beverages. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The faint signal in orbit of TKR-117 suddenly goes dark. At about the same time the Droid ship begins to move again, heading back along the route it came from. Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::his padd pings, he reads through, and calls for relief::: Tarisa: ::Perks up:: I lost the signal from the planet. Jylliene: ::hears the beeps from several consoles in the CnC:: Chirakis: ::looks up at the tactical alert::: mimipavilion: ::sits back in her seat and rubs her eyes:: Kallah Ramson: ::Looks up from her work:: Chirakis: ::blanks her screen and stands:: Commander Cayne, report. Scott Coleridge: Yay. ::not a yay voice:: Lawliet: Run a diagnostic. Tarisa: The droid ship is now on the move. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne zoomed into the 117 zone :: The signal in orbit of 117 had faded. Lawliet: What? ::looks at the monitors:: Chirakis: Faded? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: thinks :: I'll see if someone has it on the station and get you glass...and a chair. Tarisa: ::Zooms in on the location of the mystery ship.:: Scanning for subspace particles. Perhaps they slipped into subspace. Chirakis: ::looks to Lawliet as well::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne :: It is gone now.. scanning the area more intently.....still nothing. KelsaViegnor: I have a chair right here. I may decide to sit on the floor, though. Kallah Ramson: Keep scanning that area. Tac, have a recon flight make a quick survey. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye Lawliet: The moment we lose contact of the signal from 117, our Droid friends move. Kallah Ramson: Perhaps they're done with us, for now. Chirakis: Perhaps. Chirakis: If they were a threat our subspace alert would be... alerting us. Kallah Ramson: ...or got what they wanted.::looks down at her console for a moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: On the deck of the shuttles, sees the Nei'rrh towards the back :: Kallah Ramson: ::looks back up:: Give me a full report once the recon has finished their scans. Kallah Ramson: ::closes out of her station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Understood mimipavilion: ::sighs, gets up and exits her office:: Jylliene: ::continues monitoring flight paths, supply requests, and so on, glad for some degree of normalcy, for as long as it lasts:: Tarisa: ::Scans using different spectrum bands, hoping to catch anything.:: Chirakis: ::stands staring at the screen for a few minutes more::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Wait until you try it. My fath- :: frowns :: drank it all of the time.. Kallah Ramson: ::walks over to the main viewer, still showing all the local scans and intel from the sector:: KelsaViegnor: What is it like? Lawliet: ::thinks for a moment:: Tarisa, can you allocate the time differential between the loss of contact over 117 and the movement of the Droid ship? mimipavilion: ::walks around making sure things are in order:: Tarisa: ::Nods, tapping at the console. Her tail was flailing about as she worked.:: Scott Coleridge: ::seeing that everyone else has the situation in hand, resumes work on reviewing several proposals that need his approval:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> It's... Chirakis: ::checking the time elapsed::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Has a multitude of flavors as you drink it. Kallah Ramson: ::holds up a hand and runs it along a thin strip of space shown on the viewer that looks completely....boring. No Alliance activity nor Treevians.:: KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Recon is coming into range in a few minutes Lawliet: ::looking through the sensor logs to determine if there was any abnormality prior to the loss of contact:: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her cone:: mmm.. Chirakis: ::contemplates her move::: Annisha: This does not seem like a morning thing.. :: licks :: Kallah Ramson: Good. ::turns and moves back towards the center of the CnC:: Chirakis: ::looks to Ramson at that remark:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes.:: But it was still good. Alexis McFarland: ::wipes her mouth with a napkin:: No? It's always time for ice cream. Lawliet: ::to Tarisa:: Have anything on the time differential? Chirakis: :::she is expecting the worst, especially because it seems to be too easy:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They are reporting nothing of significance yet. Alexis McFarland: PLus they were on sale Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Nothing yet. mimipavilion: ::comes up to Dacia:: How are things doing out here? Chirakis: ::musing:: Perhaps whatever was in orbit of TKR-117 was nothing at all, and merely a way point for communication. Chirakis: And.. they have been recalled? ::staring at the screen::: Lawliet: ::brings up the telemetry and looks through the timestamps of both incidents:: Dacia Sandero: Things are progressing nicely. It's a pretty quiet day so far. Tarisa: ::Ear twitches.:: Scott Coleridge: If the droid cores make a move against us, it might not be something we anticipate or even interpret as an assault at first. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or dropped to stealth. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders:: What kind of flavors do you recall from it? Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Would the defense grid not respond to that type of attack? Chirakis: ::eyebrow to Cayne::: mimipavilion: Good. Trying not to jinx us or anything us, but how long will the quiet last. Scott Coleridge: Depends on the type of attack. The cores are so alien that what they might perceive as an attack could be very different from our definition of attack. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Well it starts out thicker for more recent vintages, then thins as it ages.. the flavors start to separate too... sugary, a bit flowery Chirakis: ::as a precaution, she turns to Lt Garand and nods, then he notifies security to take their alert stations, as though they were having a drill, but to maintain it until stand down::: Kallah Ramson: The Alliance wanted us destroyed. The Droids seem to want our cooperation, willingly or not. I do not expect a military campaign against us from them at this time. Jylliene: ::mostly to herself:: We could work ourselves up so much anticipating an attack from them that we're exhausted if it does come, or overreact to a friendly or neutral approach. Dacia Sandero: Hope so. I'll take what I can get Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The price of peace is eternal vigilance. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed Chirakis: ::semi-smile at Jylliene::: Correct, Commander. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Everything made secure with the computers? Chirakis: :;recalls her conversation with d'Ka, and is glad to have been reminded::: Scott Coleridge: As secure as they can be. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Recon is not reporting anything in that area on their sensors. Lawliet: ::panel beeps:: Here we go. It looks like the signal over 117 disappeared less than .8 seconds prior to the Droid ship moving. Kallah Ramson: ::Cayne:: Have them make one more pass then return to base. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Kelsa, you don't strike me as a drinker though Kallah Ramson: Make sure to send the Droid ship's last known vector to the Romulan scout fleet. KelsaViegnor: ::half-grin:: I enjoy an occasional drink. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks over the shuttle :: Chirakis: ::steps back to stand next to Lt Garand, speaking quietly:: Give them ten minutes more at their stations, and if nothing happens, stand down. Chirakis: Garand> Aye, Captain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Additional data coming in, but will need more detailed analysis. Chirakis: ::returns to her station, but remains standing::: KelsaViegnor: When one is used to being in command, one learns time and place - or does not stay in command long. mimipavilion: ::continues her rounds:: Chirakis: ::then sits to resume her duties:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: reads her padd :: Lawliet: ::checks the Droid ship's trajectory:: Kallah Ramson: Ops, send word to the shipyard. I want the mission pod on the Aegean fitted for a science recon mission. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Tarisa: ::Perks up curiously.:: Chirakis: ::stands slowly, eyeing Ramson::: Jylliene: ::makes out the notice, then sends it onward to Jorahl:: Jylliene: And...sent. Kallah Ramson: Thank you. Jylliene: My pleasure. Chirakis: :::more than curious::: Jylliene: ::Almost misses having Jorahl around the station. Kind of. Almost.:: Kallah Ramson: (just cause you can't see him doesn't mean he's not watching you ) Chirakis: ::reminding herself that she is no longer in command::: Jylliene: ((Where Jorahl is concerned, that goes without saying)) Tarisa: ((::shivers::)) Chirakis: (Why they call him "The Reaper") mimipavilion: ::stops near the tl and thinks for a moment:: Dacia, you have medical. I'll be on the CnC. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Perhaps kanar is not a good scent... Chirakis: Garand> ::signals stand down::: Dacia Sandero: Aye, understood mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana:: KelsaViegnor: When I am able to try some, I may find inspiration for a scent, even if not one that covers the entirety of the drink. Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis :: Mmm Chirakis: ::still watching Ramson, curious::: Alexis McFarland: Mm? Chirakis: 10:50 PM mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC:: Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of the lift::: Kallah Ramson: ::sees Mimi arrive:: Jylliene: ::nods to Mimi:: mimipavilion: ::nods to the bridge crew:: Alexis McFarland: Where are we going now? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs and shrugs.:: Lawliet: ::to Tarisa:: Is there any indication that the droid ship was in contact with signal that was orbiting 117? Chirakis: 10:55 PM mimipavilion: ::listens to what's going on:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Mimi:: It's been an interesting day, Commander. mimipavilion: Indeed it has Captain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sending the recon data to processing... Jylliene: ::murmurs:: And it's not even halfway through shift yet. Chirakis: ::mimi:: The droid ship is gone, as is the signal from whatever was orbiting - or not orbiting - TKR-117. Jylliene: ::console beeps:: Captain. Signal from Starfleet command. Private for you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> How about a nervous scent for someone taking all of these exams? mimipavilion: Ah, i see. KelsaViegnor: ::smiles:: I may have something for that. Chirakis: Curiouser and curiouser, I believe is the phrase. Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards her office as if she knew that was coming::: I'll take it in my office. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Jylliene: ::nods and patches it through:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Kallah Ramson: ::enters her office:: Kallah Ramson: ::sets privacy mode as the door closes:: Chirakis: ::deep breath, still speaking to Mimi:: If there were any medication for this, I would request a well-aged Romulan ale. ::slight smile:: Chirakis: At this point, I believe it would be the only cure for such a day. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Agreed. If it were readily available Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/9/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Kallah Ramson: 3 hours Chirakis: 3 hours it is. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: I am assuming this will be a very long chat with whomever? Chirakis: 3 hours? Kallah Ramson: Probably so. Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  27. Cptn Ja'Lale: MISSION BRIEF: 09 JUNE 2017. The Challenger is now docked at Starbase 79 I believe it was, to restock on supplies & take on repairs. The crew were given 12 hours for liberty on the station while Ja'Lale went to the station's command centre to receive their new orders. TBS was 5 minutes? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions or comments? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Stepping out onto the docking port, glancing around.:: Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, completing his report, powering down what needs to be powered down, and finishing up the final docking check, all the stuff you need to do before you actually leave::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heading for the lifts:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the station:: Caitlin Townshend: ::still drinking with Hok, talking languages:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::She wasn't quite sure where to go on this station, so she stands by a viewport for the moment.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he sends his repair requisition to station eng, then gives his back a good crack before standing up::: Hunter Matheson: ::pats the helm console, then gives the chair a good twist so it swirls around, then says quietly:: See ya later, gal. Be good while I'm gone. Cptn Ja'Lale: Station> ::has a bar, a couple of restaurants and a small commerce section selling various clothing and other wares:: Hunter Matheson: ::after stowing his padd, he steps into the lift::: Docking port. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Steps off the lift and into the station's bridge where he's greeted by the station's commander:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath when he exits and checks his uniform status before leaving the ship:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Watches a couple worker bees zoom by the viewport. It felt like she could reach out and grab them.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Station CO> Hello, Captain Ja'Lale. Nice to meet you finally... I'm Commodore Mikelson. Let's chat in my ready room Hunter Matheson: ::he stops at the docking port window to watch Syl for a minute, give it a long think, then steps onto the station and strolls that way::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Thought she had eyes on her for a moment, she turns but no one was there.:: Hunter Matheson: ::creeps up behind and whispers just behind her neck:: Hey. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::follows Mickelson into the ready room:: Nice to meet you too, though I'm not surprised you already know who I am. Can't exactly miss me in a crowd. Hunter Matheson: ::prepared for a good ninja swat, he stands ready::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets chills, but instead she just smiles.:: You're getting better at sneaking up on me. Hunter Matheson: ::slides around to her side:: Got a good teacher. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::makes a bit of small talk with Mickelson but eventually they get to the point and their orders..:: Hunter Matheson: ::then he checks the area:: So... I don't know what kind of food they have here. Have any ideas? Dvokr chim Hok: So, Klingon? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking up, she noticed a Miranda class slowly slipping into dock above them. She then glances at him.:: I have no clue. This is my first time on this station. Hunter Matheson: ::and he notices that look, wondering, but moves past it:: Hungry? Dvokr chim Hok: You know Caitlin... I'm not sure how much longer my services will be needed in Starfleet... Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Where did you start learning? Caitlin Townshend: Why do you say that? Cptn Ja'Lale: M> So another pirate attack.. it looks like it's been on the rise lately. This is the third known attack in as many months it seems. Cptn Ja'Lale: Three? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods quietly with a smile.:: Hunter Matheson: So.. let's take a look around, see what we can find. Work? Dvokr chim Hok: The communications officer is disappearing. The computer is doing the connections.. and the translations Dvokr chim Hok: jIH... I Dvokr chim Hok: cho...me Cptn Ja'Lale: M> Yeah. Three similar attacks in three months. It started with the attack on the freighter supplying the science colony you visit earlier followed by another about a month and a half ago or a month, then this. Fleet thinks we might have some new pirates in the area. Hunter Matheson: ::ticks his head toward the main area and starts in that direction::: Dvokr chim Hok: The Klingon language is not unlike others when you get down to it. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances out briefly before she leaves and follows after Kal.:: Caitlin Townshend: Right, I've studied it from an academic perspective. Caitlin Townshend: I've never actually … you know … met one. Cptn Ja'Lale: M> Actually, Starfleet has received a ransom message from the company that owns the first freighter. Apparently, Orion Pirates.. it showed video of the freighter crew in a holding cell. Standard stuff; if they don't provide X amount of latinum by month's' end, they would kill the male crew and sell the females into the Orion Slave Market. Dvokr chim Hok: Once.. at a conference. I was a new translator and she was standing in a corner watching us. She spoke 5 languages, and like us are slowly being replaced. They tend to fire first and ask questions later. Hunter Matheson: ::he stops at a diagram of the station, checks it out, and turns:: Looks like the food's this way. Some place called Bert's Burgers and Beer? Sound good, or want something else? Dvokr chim Hok: Never got her name, but I look for her when there are other Klingons in the area Caitlin Townshend: Well, I know that your job will change, but I'm sure you'll have new duties. Someone has to program and use the computers. Dyan Sylvanis: Sounds good, but you can have the beer. ::Smirks.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: We checked that freighter's information in the datalogs. A crew of six for that vessel ::quickly calls up his report on his PADD:: All Terrans, four males and two females. Caitlin Townshend: Better and better sensors haven't made science officers obsolete! Dvokr chim Hok: I am moving resources around Hunter Matheson: Heh. Works for me. ::with a grandiose sweep of his hand in that direction, he moves out, waiting for her to join him::: Caitlin Townshend: Have you ever thought about a change of career? What's keeping you in Starfleet? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks with Kal towards the restaurant.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> Right.. Officially, as you know, Starfleet doesn't negotiate with pirates, but unofficially they'd like you to form a rescue party to retrieve the hostages. Of course, we'll send you the ransom vid. I had my people look at the vid for any clues, but so far we haven't come up with much. We only just received it, so we haven't had much time to check it out. Hunter Matheson: ::he tucks his hands into his tunic pockets as he walks beside her::: So I noticed your look at the Miranda that docked. Know someone aboard? Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> And of course, we'll try to assist in any way we can. Dvokr chim Hok: I like to travel. Dvokr chim Hok: I had thought of going back to Tellar. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm sure we'll find something.. Hunter Matheson: ::easy stroll down the gangway::: Dyan Sylvanis: Oh? ::Smiles.:: No, I just wasn't expecting it to be right over our heads. They are nice little ships. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Um... little outdated, but they're not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::they come to Bert's place and he leads her in::: Dyan Sylvanis: Nah, I think they will outlast us. They are great utility ships. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Hok went over some of the phrases you may need when dealing with a Klingon :: Caitlin Townshend: I've only been in the fleet for about three years, but I have to agree. Travelling, seeing new sights every few months…. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters and takes a seat when shown to a table.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> I'm sure as well.. well, that's it. I just checked out reports from my staff and you should be good to go in 12 hours. Mickelson> My shift ends at 1800 so why don't we meet up at the bar for some drinks after that? You do drink, right? ::Ja'Lale nods:: Yes, even if Terran alcohol doesn't seem to affect me much. Hunter Matheson: Yeah, I suppose so... ::sits::: Dvokr chim Hok: bortaS bIr jablu'DI' reH QaQqu' nay' Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: See you then. ::gets up and heads out of the ready room:: Dvokr chim Hok: Also in danger almost each moment while out here. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Drinks his...drink :: Hunter Matheson: ::hands her a menu:: So.. I guess the advertising was right. Burgers and beer, with a few other things. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: But mostly burgers it seems. ::Looking at the menu.:: Caitlin Townshend: I don't mind a *little* danger. I'm not great in a fight, but I like the adrenaline. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads back to the lift, and checks the notes he made on his PADD:: Hmm. Dvokr chim Hok: I went to a fight with a former crewmember of ours...not quite my idea of fun either. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes scroll down the menu::: Deadly Dan's Dynamite.... hm... Caitlin Townshend: Yeah, I was never a fan of watching bloodsports myself. Then again, not much of that to see on Vulcan. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyebrow.:: That...actually sounds awful. ::Trying not to laugh.:: Hunter Matheson: Yeah, it does. But it's... kinda tempting. The ingredients are... uh.... hot. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Well you could always have a beer to help ease the pain. Dvokr chim Hok: Vulcan? Hunter Matheson: ::grinning, he nods::: Sounds like a challenge to me. ::orders it, with a pint of their best beer:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks at Syl:: Takin' the challenge? Caitlin Townshend: Yes. I lived on Vulcan from the time I was 8 until I left for the Academy. My parents were in the fleet but wanted a planetary posting to stay together and raise me. Dvokr chim Hok: Tellar would have been good too. :: smiles and drinks : Dvokr chim Hok: You have to like conversation though Caitlin Townshend: Hehe, I often wonder how my life would have been different if they had been posted to a different planet in the Federation! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Tries not to facepalm.:: Oh, no way. ::Orders a single mushroom swiss with some fries.:: Besides, you know I can't drink beer. Hunter Matheson: ::grin widens:: Yeah. Too bad. Dyan Sylvanis: Heh. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Exits the lift and arrives back on the main commerce deck, strolls around the commerce area:: Dvokr chim Hok: Some things would remain the same. Caitlin Townshend: I don't know if I would have gone into science, though. Caitlin Townshend: It took me a long time to settle on a field of study. I tried a little bit of everything. Dvokr chim Hok: Nothing more freeing and frustrating than undecided. Hunter Matheson: test Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, great job. Good character development there. TBS will be 12 hours, where we'll be ready to depart and receive our new orders. Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's nothing else, then sim dismissed. Have a great week!
  28. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 9 June 2017 30 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.089 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10.00 AM) Aegis local. The station has settled down to a semblance of normalcy. The Droid Core ship remains stationary approximately 2 LY away. In Captain Ramson’s words, it is “being mysterious, as usual.” LT CDR Lawliet has returned to duty. He and LT CDR Tarisa are watching TKR-117 closely, since transmissions to the Droid Cores seem to originate there.
  29. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #953, STARDATE 51706.05 = /\ = The Manticore is parked in orbit around Earth. Shore Leave has been approved for all on the crew while a maintenance team spruces up the place (hope you all like the scent of sandalwood). A9 and Sovak have been called to SF HQ for a debrief of the latest mission. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #953, STARDATE 51706.05 = /\ = 170605.log
  30. RES Talon Mission Briefing 51706.01 - Season 22 The Away teams are investigating the situation on Brequt, to see what damage or sabotage that the Othan forces may have left behind with their withdrawal. So far, our teams have already encountered some Othan holdouts and those trying to infiltrate behind lines. We are investigating the government center buildings, and are clearing those areas where we have picked up many life signs. We also wish to locate the planetary governor, if he still lives. Meanwhile, t'Ksa and Pexil found an odd device and sent it back to the ship for study. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM Lerak trPexil: # :: Walking with t'Ksa :: KhreRiovtRex: ::preparing to follow t'A and tTemarr to the next set of buildings that they've seen life signs at:: tAehjae: Are au both ready to move to the next area? STSF Seiben: ::on Talon's oira, monitoring the ATs:: tAehjae: ::looks between her two commanding officers:: Laehval tTemarr: ::On her way across the square, following the readings from her tricorder.:: Biosigns show several pockets of people. m_k_tksa: This particular medical center should be io of the larger ions. Fhaen, just watch what au do. tAehjae: :: moves out : Lerak trPexil: # I do hope this is not our lot for each colony we visit. :: Weapon at the ready, scanning as they approach :: KhreRiovtRex: Ie.... lead the way :: points for her to go with t'Temarr:: tAehjae: :: steps out the door looking carefully around to be sure na io is hiding to try to ambush tVatrix:: Lerak trPexil: # :: Visually scans the front of the building for anyone :: tAehjae: ::moves towards tTemarr:: KhreRiovtRex: :: watching behind them for any unexpected movement:: Lerak trPexil: # :: Turns to t'Ksa :: Perhaps we should not enter this facility from the main entrance... m_k_tksa: Why do au suggest that? KhreRiovtRex: I do want to find out where the Governor is holed up. We need to determine, if he is innocent and actually in hiding, or.....if he's aligned with the Othan and hiding from us. Lerak trPexil: # Just overly cautious. m_k_tksa: Of what? tAehjae: Ie rekhhai He may be in the next set of buildings:: KhreRiovtRex: Laehval......what are au picking up here? More life signs, or an important location we need to secure? Lerak trPexil: # The unknown... here I thought au would value a bit of trepidation. :: smiling :: But as the entrance is right here, we have already made our choice. :: Goes to open the door, the chime seems unpowered :: Lerak trPexil: # Strange... Laehval tTemarr: ::On her way across the square, following the readings from her tricorder.:: Biosigns show several pockets of people. Laehval tTemarr: It could be that the governor is with io of them. Lerak trPexil: # :: Goes to the manual system :: Either keeping us out or keeping someone in.. m_k_tksa: What au are saying borders on fear more so than caution. ::leans against the wall, watching the street:: Or a broken device for no reason. KhreRiovtRex: Perhaps we should bring in some back up, t'A has some teams nearby, and NDak's team is close as well tAehjae: Ie rekkhai Lerak trPexil: # :: looks at her :: Perhaps... :: click click, the door opens partly :: That was easy, Laehval tTemarr: ::Steps into one of the buildings, taking direction from her multicorder.:: tAehjae: +NDak+ tAehjae to NDak Lerak trPexil: # :: Shoves the rest of the entrance door open :: NDak: +t'A+ ::Wiping his hands clean on a towel outside a room:: N'Dak here. tAehjae: +Ndak+ Rekkhai Au and aus team is requested to join us in the building across the square, by tTemarr KhreRiovtRex: :: follows tTemarr, knowing they shouldn't have both command officers in the same location, but to fvaht with it, too much work to be done to worry m_k_tksa: #::doesn't notice anyone on the street yet, follows Pexil after he heads inside:: tAehjae: +Talon Dheno+ tA to squad 4 and 5 meet us at the building across the square on the double. tA Out. Lerak trPexil: # :: Scans with his 'corder, looks down the hallway to the right, then to the left :: The Othan surely used fear.. tAehjae: :: steps in behind the two officers:: NDak: ::Smirking lightly at the idea of being 'requested' by Laehval through an intermediary, he briefly considered a snarky response, but. looking back to the door. he was in a good mood: +t'A+ Vhria'Mehnka, we will join au shortly. Lerak trPexil: # Right :: He starts to walk that way :: I wonder if they are hiding, still thinking the Othan are here. m_k_tksa: Once they were discovered to be traitors. NDak: ::He motioned for his d'heno to join him, re-holstering his ie'yak and kaleh before heading out:: KhreRiovtRex: Alright, I'm tired of this sulking about, I want this Governor to be found. I'm not going to slink to each closet and basement in the city, it could take weeks. Lerak trPexil: # We need to find someone in charge. :: Looking between his multicorder and the path ahead :: m_k_tksa: tr'Pexil, you getting the same info on your multicorder? ::leans over shoulder:: tAehjae: Au recommendation rekkhai? Lerak trPexil: # :: Compares side-by-side :: It seems so. KhreRiovtRex: Laehval, your ISD seemed to show several pockets of people, would au be able to do something with the security systems, between au engineering skills and t'A's security knowledge, to release all the locking mechanisms in this area? Laehval tTemarr: ::She glanced behind her at t'Rexan.:: Ie, possibly, but that will na force people to come out into the open. NDak: ::Through the magic of television edits, he arrives with his small detachment of d'heno from the Stinger at the area where Laehval, t'Vatrix and t'A have gathered:: m_k_tksa: Then it looks like we've got lifesigns on the subbasement level of this facility. tAehjae: :: looks to tVatrix and tTemarr:: Lerak trPexil: # :: Nods :: We should head down. :: Looks for access :: NDak: ::He glanced towards Laehval, then to t'Vatrix:: Rehkkai. m_k_tksa: You're not worried about a ambush now? tAehjae: ::turns quickly as NDak enters:: m_k_tksa: You should be able to find the building architecture in the planet archives Lerak trPexil: # :: Finds an access down :: I would think they'd have gotten us at the door. Lerak trPexil: # :: Enters and waits for t'Ksa :: KhreRiovtRex: NDak, were au able to garner any additional information on finding the Governor? Laehval tTemarr: ::Laehval moved to one of the external computer panels and used her multicorder to override the security controls, accessing the building's system and those around it.:: Lerak trPexil: # I have overlayed our data with the scans. We shall take the unpowered method down (stairs). KhreRiovtRex: We need to get our troops in here, Laehval is working on unlocking these facilities and we can then try to find this governor. NDak: Only that he is somewhere, rhae this facility. Io of the traitors said the governor was na loyal to the Othan, another said he was, and still yet the third said he'd only cooperated to save his people. ::Shrufs with somewhat callous indifference:: Who knows which of them was merely trying to save their skin -- for all the good it did for them. m_k_tksa: ::mutters under breath before heading with tr'Pexil down the stairs:: KhreRiovtRex: I'm half tempted to yy'a them all and be done with it.......but we need people that know this infrastructure too, and some will be innocent m_k_tksa: ::Down, down, down they go.......:: Lerak trPexil: # :: Moments later they arrive at a level indicating life signs :: My multicorder readings indicate here. :: exhales :: KhreRiovtRex: Luckily....they do na have what I have..... ::points to Laehval doing her handiwork:: I have brains...... :: Laehval tTemarr: ::Overriding the security, she released all of the internal locking mechanisms.:: NDak: ::Nods:: KhreRiovtRex: :: points at NDak:: We have strength:: tAehjae: :: notes her dheno teams have arrived as ordered:: KhreRiovtRex: :: points at t’A:: We have persistence..... Laehval tTemarr: ::Returning to t'Rexan and N'Dak, she grinned.:: The doors are unlocked... now to flush them out. Be ready. tAehjae: Shall I send in the dheno teams rekkhai? KhreRiovtRex: Menkha Laehval.....:: turns to the others:: See ...what did I tell au......now, let us go find this Governor..... Lerak trPexil: # :: Draws weapon before opening the door to the sublevel indicated to have signs of life :: Laehval tTemarr: Na, t'Aehjae. Laehval tTemarr: They will be coming to us... KhreRiovtRex: :: pulls her sword once again:: And....they best have the right answers.... Lerak trPexil: # :: Pexil opens the door slowly :: tAehjae: :: holds her hand up to the teams and then motions for them to spread out being sure to have coverage of the entire area:: KhreRiovtRex: :: notes NDak, has a few small spatters on his tunic as well, and nods:: I hope they were na too difficult to interrogate Laehval tTemarr: ::Activating the emergency evacuation protocols, she turned on all of the building alarms all at once. Blaring noise came from all around them. Within the buildings, it would be unbearable. NDak: ::He shook his head:: Na thing I could na handle. m_k_tksa: ::draws her own weapon, keeping it close in defense but na offense manner:: KhreRiovtRex: :: hears the evacuation alert, and gets a devious grin:: Oh...that's menkha Laehval.....that's vriha menkha.... Lerak trPexil: # :: The door swings open to a somewhat dark corridor :: m_k_tksa: #They're in the western section. ::glancing at her multicorder:: KhreRiovtRex: As this depot is a main junction before home world, we need to find out just how much the Othan have meddled here. Lerak trPexil: @ Let us continue. na welcoming party. Laehval tTemarr: ACTION> Flushed out by the noise, people come pouring out of all of the buildings, hands clamped over their ears. Lerak trPexil: # I think the Othan passed through even here. Webmaster: ((Someone's singing voice could use some help apparently.)) m_k_tksa: #This either has the makings of a horror movie, or a rescue mission. tAehjae: :: holds her weaon of the incoming :: ACTION:: As the people began to exit, several of the Talon and Stinger teams corralled them to the sides, trying to sort out any wearing the wrong insignia or uniforms first. But keeping an eye for any trying to skulk away Lerak trPexil: # It's the quiet. STSF Seiben: Hmm.. Lerak trPexil: # It is na this quiet on the Talon. NDak: ::Watching the proceeding carefully hoping to see the planetary governor emerge:: KhreRiovtRex: ACTION::: Io of t'A's guards comes running up with an ISD, pointing to someone trying to quietly pass by Laehval m_k_tksa: #We're underground, we're insulated from the noise from above. Lerak trPexil: # Ie...coming up on the signs. Just past this door. KhreRiovtRex: :: leans over to NDak.... :: Have au men scan for weapons.... tAehjae: :: quickly moves to try t block the io trying to pass:: STOP! Lerak trPexil: # Can au scan and determine positions? Anyone by the door. ACTION: Several of the men shuffling along with t'A's intended target, begin to turn towards our group, fanning out to protect the object of our search.....who is now trying to slip past us at a run tAehjae: AU STOP NOW! ::motions for another dheno to lock the doorway:: KhreRiovtRex: Laehval...... ...that io! m_k_tksa: #::gives tr'Pexil one of those "looks":: Au do know how a multicorder works, ie? tAehjae: *block Laehval tTemarr: ::Laehval looked sharply, caught sight of the one trying to escape, and let her dagger fly. It struck him in the leg and brought him down.:: Lerak trPexil: # :: smirks :: In addition to mine.. I'm not seeing anyone near the door. :: Goes to the manual control to open :: KhreRiovtRex: :: nods with approval:: Those with him, begin to pull out blades and ie'yakks as well and take aim at the group... KhreRiovtRex: (worry, Action that) KhreRiovtRex: NDak....::: Points to his left:: Lerak trPexil: # :: Opens the door and they see... L:: Laehval tTemarr: #ACTION> As soon as Pexil touches the manual controls, an alarm begins blaring, cutting through the quiet and giving them both a scare. KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM
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