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  2. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #990, STARDATE 51805.21 = /\ = The Manticore is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a Federation member. Because of Council suspicions, A9 was ordered to investigate in advance of the induction. The ship arrived under cloak while A9 and two covert away teams beamed down to look around. Statiak has an annual "Purification," 12 hours when the gov't allows violence by any in the population. The Manticore teams, with the help of a Purification resistance group, disabled the shield generator that had blocked comm and transport with Manticore. After a series of events involving an unknown element in the ground of the planet, the entire Manticore contingent make it back to the ship, just as morning breaks. Purification is over and Federation ships are arriving for the induction ceremony. The crew is confused as to why this is not being stopped and the one member who is not on the Command staff is near death in Sickbay, for no obvious reason, Kansas Kenickie. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #990, STARDATE 51805.21 = /\ =
  3. Good evening, Captain Ryan, It's nice to see you posting here at STSF, but I wanted to let you know that we do not simply create ships and message boards when someone asks for them. The sims are run by GMs here and even after someone becomes a GM (not a simple or speedy task), there is a lot of discussion and planning that goes into the idea of starting up a new sim. My suggestion is to observe a few sims to see if this style of Star Trek role playing is to your liking. If it is, you can train to become a member of one of the crews and work your way up in ranks (I'm sorry, but your current Captain's rank was not earned in STSF, so it will not transfer into our fleet). If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to me directly at [email protected], thank you. Admiral Atragon-9, STSF Forum Leader
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  5. Personal Log Supplemental, Stardate 5.20 My Shuttle is finally in orbit of earth arriving at starfleet academy in 3 days! So Hyped!!!
  6. Im So Excited To Be A Starfleet Officer! I Cant Wait! I Hope I Get A Job Aboard The USS Arcadia Or The USS Excalibur Or The USS Challenger
  7. Can you make a message board for me called USS Empora and make me incharge since ya know i came up with it:)
  8. I would like to start A USS Empora Message Board

     

  9. MISSION BRIEF: The team continues deeper into the ruined temple after surviving two rather precarious predicaments with what were presumably defense systems left behind by whoever built the temple. Both K'hal and Hunter have seen strange mirages, but nothing more on that front. As we pick up, the team has entered slightly flooded room where a set of stairs leads lower into the complex. Water runs steadily down the stairs. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: looking with some distaste at the descent :: Maryse Dubois: Well that looks fun... William Chocox: Where does running water come from in these ruins? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Where it comes from, includes somewhat fresher air in this section of the ruins. Tandaris Admiran: ::points:: Looks like that direction Hakran K'hal: Where doesn't it come from? This planet is a rotating bog. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Bends down to feel the water :: It's cold. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Given we're in a giant swamp, it's possible the rain eroded through some blocks and is draining through down here. Given the water level, it's been doing that for a while." William Chocox: It just seems a common theme, especially in holonovels, that there’s running water in the temple. Hakran K'hal: Or for the more in depth, scientific planetary science answer: what Irene said. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Miranda:: He reads a lot of holonovels, doesn't he? Cptn Swain: Arden> Which way does the signal point? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "You didn't bring me for my forehead ridges, after all." :: She scans to see if the water is any cleaner than the gross bog water, given it seems like it's coming from somewhere fresher. :: Hakran K'hal: :: indicates down the stairwell :: Maryse Dubois: Well since no one brought slip resistant shoes, please be careful if we plan on going down from here. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::nods, motions for the team to head that way:: Hakran K'hal: I'd be slightly more concerned that we didn't bring scuba gear than our choice in footwear. Plus you'd think standard issue Starfleet uniform boots would have better grip. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the tricorder, she pointed down and to the right.:: Bad news is we're going wading. Good news is that the signal is close. William Chocox: Man, last thing I need is a rolled ankle. Indaura Ryssan: I thought there were by issue, non-slip. Tandaris Admiran: ::not used to being the one who complained the least:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Without further ado, she started down the stairs, keeping one hand on the wall for support.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene proceeds carefully down the stairs as well. :: "There aren't enough showers in Starfleet to clean us up after this..." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Begins making his way down the stairs, carefully.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes up rear:: Hakran K'hal: :: takes up the rear :: Hakran K'hal: :: or co-rear :: Hunter Matheson: ::ditto:: William Chocox: ::walks:: Maryse Dubois: ((Plenty of rear to go around. )) Maryse Dubois: ::Carefully moves down.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She winced as she stepped lower into the cold water but continued, stepping carefully.:: Any lifesigns on sensors down here? Last thing I need is to get sucked under by a giant merman. Tandaris Admiran: I don't know, the last merman I met was rather jovial. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Unless, you know, he's attractive and open to interspecies relationships. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The stairs lead down into another room, partially flooded -- at least half a meter of water. The water is seemingly flowing out of the room, but not at a pace quick enough to pose any threat. At the far end, another set of stairs leads out of the water and to an opening. There appear to be some work lights here, as well as some empty crates and three transporter enhancers, though they aren't active. Hakran K'hal: Irene has biology duty. Though at this point I don't know if she'd warn you or go running down to look at it. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Scans the water for biological contamination. :: "I'm not stepping foot in this garbage without a scan. Don't worry about that." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd hope the former before the later. ::Water up to her waist now, she started wading toward the opposite stairs.:: William Chocox: ::wades::: I hate wading. Hunter Matheson: ::follows:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Shame we didn't bring any waders. ::Following:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the area with every step:: Hakran K'hal: :: actually occasionally shakes a foot to flick off the water, even though he still has to put it right back in :: Tandaris Admiran: Looks like we're on the right track though. Maryse Dubois: ::Makes her way through the water, keeping her medkit above her head to keep it dry.:: Hakran K'hal: Cloud. Silver lining. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Follows along. :: "Someone's been here recently, but they didn't get eaten by algae or anything if that's what concerns you. We're fine." William Chocox: Oh good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Algae? There's man-eating algae? Wait... I'm not sure I want to know. Maryse Dubois: Better not to know such things. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Yerah, you... don't want to know." Tandaris Admiran: Whatever Swain was after must have been important if he was willing to wade through this though Hunter Matheson: ::has a passing thought about the skipper playing a game by sending the crew here, like hide and seek to see who makes it out alive:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Exits the water:: Hmm, they left transport enhancers behind. Hakran K'hal: Which I'm sure we would have done if we had any. Hunter Matheson: ::sloshes through:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans the water :: Almost forgot.. Ens. Irene Mincine: "At least we have a quick escape, assuming the power in them is still good." :: Tinkers with the enhancers, seeing if they still turn on or how recently they were placed here. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Climbing out of the water, she made a face at the squelch in her boots as she headed to the crates to have a look inside.:: Hakran K'hal: :: sloshes over to the opening to scan through there :: William Chocox: ::follows Miranda:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps out, his boots squeegee... squeegee..squeegee...squeegee....squeegee::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Medical... ::She waved the doctors over.:: Get some scans of these for DNA traces. Tandaris Admiran: ::scanning around the chamber, checking for secret passages or traps:: Tandaris Admiran: ::rolls for perception:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Up ahead, there is a gleaming, almost glittering light -- here the decay and ruin of the water and the roots seems to have been mitigated somehow. The floors and walls are prestine, almost ivory save for elaborate gold trim work and a subtle energetic movement that reacts to steps and ahead Hakran would recognize the opening to a vault, much like the one from Swain's notes from the expedition on Tellar Minor. Hakran K'hal: Hmph. Swain has a way of making an accurate description. William Chocox: That is bizarre. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Tiny detail I left out, the vault door is open. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well, that's more interesting than transport enhancers... what the hell is that?" :: She gets up from them, staring at the lushly decorated room. "It's... untouched by the swamp? How?" Hakran K'hal: Although I think we're a little late... unless they conveniently left something behind. Because that happens. Maryse Dubois: I've already confirmed the Captain was here, but... ::Scanning.:: It wouldn't hurt trying to identify if there were others. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: I doubt we'll have time to dig deeper into the how, but hopefully we can come back. Hakran K'hal: :: heads into the vault :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looking around:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda eyed the construction of the vault, tilting her head as she passed through the doorway.:: We know he was here, but we're trying to figure out where he's going next. ::She checked the signal.:: It's coming from inside the vault. Hakran K'hal: :: bends down to investigate the only item left in the vault :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Takes as many bio scans as she can of the lobby area for research. :: "This is magnificent!" :: She's more transfixed by whatever process is at work here than the vault itself. :: Indaura Ryssan: Hmm...how long gone to you think he is? Maryse Dubois: Not long. The decay from the scans suggests a few hours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Joins Hakaran to have a look.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Following towards the vault:: William Chocox: ::looks for something that may be sending the signal:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Inside, the vault is even more elaborately decorated in the ivory-metal and brilliant gold motif. There are star maps on the walls, as well, concealed by some strange translucent lacquer. In the center of the room a raised dais stands empty. There is also, in the corner of the room, a small crate that seems oddly out of place. The signal seems to be coming from it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks above :: Look at those stars. :: points, then scans :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the vault, looking around.:: Hakran K'hal: I would guess, unless the Captain managed to paint a signal transmitter onto the walls, that the signal is coming from this crate. William Chocox: ::walks towards it:: Hakran K'hal: :: pops it open :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Take as many scans as you can. ::Pointing at the ceiling.:: I would wager it is a star map to our next location. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the decor:: Tandaris Admiran: ::examining the walls:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Notices that everyone is inside the vault now, and runs in after them! :: "It's beautiful." :: She scans everything that she can with her biological tricorder. :: Indaura Ryssan: We can combine the scans later for a more complete picture. Tandaris Admiran: ::follows a pattern until he reaches its end, touches and then pulls down on a protrusion:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking for anything that might look like a trail marker:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Hakran finds a small device that looks like a mass-market holo-projector, though it has seen better days. Hunter Matheson: ::stops... blink... steps back from the wall to get a wider view:: William Chocox: ::scans the box:: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs the holoprojector :: Give me some space, unless you possibly want someone's wedding coming out of your bum. Hakran K'hal: :: activates the holoprojector :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Taking everything in, he turned his attention to K'hal at that:: Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> I don't have much time. I am guessing if you found this, you're from the Starfleet... hopefully Excalibur. ::He looks away for a moment:: Good. Ens. Irene Mincine: "You sure that thing's going to work?" :: She watches the holoprojector now. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Oh. :: "Guess so!" Hunter Matheson: ::the wall design looks like writing, but he shrugs it off 'cause a lot of places have writing on the walls:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns to watch and listen:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning as she listened to Swain's message.:: Hakran K'hal: :: continues watching the holo, trying to take in any details that pop in outside of the captain's upper torso :: Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> ::His figure starts flickering in and out:: I don't have much time, but I have the final coordinates already. I haven't told Kai yet -- he thinks we still need to go get the sixth coordinate to get the final one. I have included them in this signal. I've also started to piece together the bigger picture.... Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> ::the signal ends, but it’s clearly not by design:: William Chocox: Damn. Indaura Ryssan: Where's the rest of it? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Biting back something, he turned away for a moment.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Disappointed sigh. :: "Maybe we can recover more of the recording on the ship." Hakran K'hal: :: pockets the holoprojector :: That'll give Rhan something to do. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Clears his throat:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to Arden, a sympathetic look in his eyes :: William Chocox: He was probably cut off. I don’t think that was data corruption. Cptn Swain: Arden> We should get some more detailed scans of this vault. There might be something Asher missed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Admiran... :::Looking for Tandaris.:: You and Chocox need to have a look at that holoprojector when we get back to the ship. There's got to be something we can recover. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to join Arden, giving his shoulder a squeeze.:: Hakran K'hal: :: pulls out his own holoprojector, that is much better than Swain's :: Let's try this. :: places the hp on the floor in the center of the room, then fiddles with his tricorder to get it scanning. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::He glanced over to Miranda, smiling despite himself:: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs Swain's hp from his pocket, holds it out toward the engineers :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: He's alive and well. We know that at least. ::Trying to reassure him.:: We'll find him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We're close. Tandaris Admiran: ::hands the holoprojector to Chocox:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Try hitting it. Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake at the Cdr's comment about him being alive:: Hakran K'hal: Everyone shoo for a moment, I know what you look like and you're blocking my holoscan. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::He nodded, clearing his throat again:: Yes, that is important. Hunter Matheson: ::in the background:: William Chocox: ::smacks the holoprojector:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Heads out, glancing over to where Tandaris had been fiddling with the wall:: Was that there before? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Smiling to Arden, all business. :: "We'll find every clue we can, sir." :: Irene gets out of the way of the holoprojector. Tandaris Admiran: Huh? ::turns to look back behind his shoulder:: Hakran K'hal: :: gets all the visible spectrum recorded, has it go through an infrared holoscan as well :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Hakran a look with one arched brow, squinting a moment, before filing out of the vault and into the other room. She really wanted to empty out her boots, but didn't want to muck up the pristine water here.:: Hunter Matheson: Huh.... ::checks it out again:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Where Tandaris had pulled a protrusion, a door has opened revealing what is obviously a lift of some sort. Hakran K'hal: :: has it go through a low amplitude, low frequency UV scan as well, judging the unit to have just enough storage :: Hakran K'hal: Okay, set. You can do investigative things again. :: motions to the door :: William Chocox: Huh. ::smacks it a few more times:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Hey!" :: Rushes over to the door once the holoprojector has stopped. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's wrap up and get out of here. The sooner we get back to the ship, the sooner we can be on our way to the next location. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks :: Hakran K'hal: :: takes his holoprojector and secures it into a bag :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She paused to look at the lift.:: Where does that go? Structural scans? Tandaris Admiran: ::scan scan scan:: Tandaris Admiran: It goes up. Tandaris Admiran: ::realizes that might have been vague:: To the surface. William Chocox: That’s good. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Lifts a brow, despite the myriad of emotions, before laughing:: Oh good lord. Hakran K'hal: I would guess it comes out right at the entrance. Probably de-activating Pushy McOrb Ens. Irene Mincine: "I suppose we should gather our party and venture forth." Indaura Ryssan: How stable is it? I mean we can cure some things, not a long fall. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Arden, wondering what's so funny:: Tandaris Admiran: It seems sound. In fact, my scans are showing it has been used recently. Hunter Matheson: ::one of the skipper's jokes?::: William Chocox: Probably used by the Captain. Hakran K'hal: The anteroom to the vault can passively clean bogwater and air through some unseen mechanism. I'm not bothered about the engineering skill of the liftmaker. Cptn Swain: Arden> Well, if we're satisfied we have enough scans, lets um... take the elevator. I'd rather not wade back through swamp water. Don't know about anyone else. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, then.... let's see what happens. ::She took a step inside the lift.:: Hakran K'hal: You don't have to ask me twice. Hakran K'hal: :: steps on :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "I'd agree, but I'm a biologist, not a structural engineer, sir." :: Follows everyone into the lift. :: Hunter Matheson: ::steps aboard:: William Chocox: ::steps on as well:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> After everyone files aboard the lift surges upward at a steady but controlled pace. If we had more time, we could have done a gag where we tried to figure out how to make it go, but such is life. The lift does, as Hakran and Tandaris posited, drop them off near the entrance to the complex just outside the orb we encountered earlier. The orb does not trouble them and the team heads out towards the shuttle. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 18 May 2018: The Klongat and fleet are victorious in defeating the rebel Klingons and the Federation crew they've captured have been rescued. The crew are hopefully recovered from the previous day's festivities and the ship is now returning back to Kronos. We start as the Klongat is approaching Kronos. The rest of the fleet since going their own separate ways to whatever missions they were on. TBS was a day.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Hunter Matheson: ::working the board:: Approaching Kronos, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Has a massive headache :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::relaxing in the captain's chair, still in a jovial mood:: Very well, drop us out of warp. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp. John Randall: ::working at the warp core console by himself:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Kronos can again be seen, with the Challenger still orbiting over the central landmass. Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much upset stomach from the gagh, but other than that, the grog took care of sterilizing everything that went down::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::rather enjoyed the Klingon food.. some of it was pretty similar to Chelon food:: John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall:: Marek> We are home, Lieutenant, and our mission was a success. You should be happy. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the forward view display :: John Randall: ::looks at Marek:: I'll be happy when I'm back aboard my ship, Jonpin, with all due respect. John Randall: Marek> ::cocks his head at Randall:: You really don't like being around our kind, do you? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll be landing at our base outside of the capitol so we can affect repairs and restock and such. ::to Kal:: Switch wing configuration to landing and take us in. You should have landing coordinates on your console. ::looks to a warrior, who transits the base's coordinates:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: speaks up :: I believe in time we all could. No doubt you would find life aboard the Challenger...err, challenging. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving to landing mode. John Randall: ::nails Marek with an ice-blue glare:: Some more than others, Jonpin. You I could work with. Others of your kind, not so much. I'm sure you feel the same about species in the Federation. Hunter Matheson: ::catching the coords:: Locked in, sir. Moving on down. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Figures Tellarites may be the closest things to Klingons :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat enters Kronos' atmosphere and into a somewhat hilly area on the outskirts of First City. Hunter Matheson: ::the feeling of power he gets flying this baby - minus the smell - takes hold of him, and he starts to sing an old earth song quietly, bouncing to the music::: John Randall: Marek> ::nods thoughtfully:: That is true, Lieutenant. However, I can say you are a very competent officer, and I have respect for you. I have a feeling you could be a fierce warrior if you so desired. That is why I respect you. I hope that, for the most part, you have enjoyed your stay with us. Hunter Matheson: (w) I...I.. I.. I... I... I got a feelin'.... that you're in love with me.... ::bounce bounce::: John Randall: ::nods back to the Klingon:: Yes, I have, Marek. Thank you for your assistance during this mission. Dvokr chim Hok: The terrain of Q'onoS is a bit like Tellar. Hunter Matheson: ::smirks:: Takin' her in, sir John Randall: Marek> Farewell, Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Federation battlecruiser Challenger. I will remember you with honor. 'Qapla! Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The base is in a secluded area nestled amongst some grassy hills, the base's landing pads can be seen now, Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyeing Kal, smiling.:: You're going to miss it, aren't you? Hunter Matheson: ::smooth and easy::: Yes, ma'am. ::wink:: Sure am. Hunter Matheson: She's a sweet ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Retract landing pads and set us down John Randall: ::gives Marek the Klingon salute:: Farewell, Jonpin Marek. I will remember you with honor as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Preparing to disembark :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: They are certainly not bad, that's for sure. John Randall: ::leaves engineering and makes his way to the cabin allotted for the Challenger crew to collect his gear:: Hunter Matheson: :::doing his thing::: Wheels down. Thank you for flying Klingon Air! Watch your step as you disembark. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Thank you.. let me say on behalf of my crew it was honour to serve amongst you. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future. Until then, q'apia! John Randall: ::decides to stay in the cabin until he hears from the captain:: Hunter Matheson: ::stands to give Gronk a smart salute::: Hope so, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waits with the others :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thank you captain Gronk. Likewise, it was a pleasure to work with you as well. ::salutes:: Well, Challenger crew this is where we make our exit. Gather your belongings and meet in the hangar. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets up from her station, walking with Kal.:: I think I might miss the food a little bit. And the drunken singing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::informs the crew that they're free to disembark the ship:: Hunter Matheson: Heh.... think I will, too. ::grabs his gear from the locker::: Sure is good to have something different... exciting. ::he stops to think a minute:: not that we don't have excitement on Challenger. John Randall: ::hears the announcement over the 'com that the Challenger crew is to meet in the hangar; heaves a big sigh of relief and makes his way there:: Hunter Matheson: ::face to face with Syl:: Did I just jinx us? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she grabs her bag.:: True....and you probably did. John Randall: ::arrives at the hangar, waits for the others:: Hunter Matheson: ::screwed up expression:: Just don't tell the others, k? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::heads to his quarters to grab his gear after bidding farewell to HoD Gronk, heads to the hangar::\ Hunter Matheson: ::shudders::: All I can think of is a cold shower with a scrub brush. Dyan Sylvanis: I'll try not to. ::smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Thanks John Randall: ::nods to Ja'Lale as he/it enters:: Captain, good to see you. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods to Randall:: Lieutenant. Good to see you too. I trust things went well in engineering? John Randall: ::sighs:: As well as could be expected, sir, but I'm ready to go home, with all due respect. Hunter Matheson: So... :::as he moves with her:: Guess we get a taste of their home world now? Hunter Matheson: I mean... uh.. not literally. Hunter Matheson: Stomach's still growling from last time. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you're free to beam back to the Challenger if you wish, but we also have time for some leave in the First City if you wish to explore it. Hunter Matheson: ::looks around to the others::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I need to see where the Challenger is in their construction efforts, but last I heard they were wrapping things up but not quite finished yet. John Randall: ::nods:: I appreciate the offer, Captain, but, truth be told, I've had my fill of Klingons for a while. I'll be going to the ship. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's understandable. I won't blame you. Dyan Sylvanis: I definitely am looking forward to it. Especially the shower part. John Randall: Thank you, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: I would not wish to rush repairs Hunter Matheson: Challenger it is, then. Hunter Matheson: ::sniffs his uniform::: Cptn Ja'Lale: You can beam back down to the city afterwards of course, but I too am looking forward to getting back to the ship. John Randall: ::whispers to Matheson:: And not soon enough for me. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew is beamed back to the Challenger Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) John Randall: ::sighs in relief as he materalizes in the transporter room:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: I think it's pretty bad when you smell like a Klingon and don't notice it. John Randall: ::grins:: You said a mouthful, Sergeant. I'm heading straight for a long, hot shower. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to study the looks that the workers are giving them::: Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Yeah... I think I'd better do that, too. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sniffs :: The air is different. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods to the crew and then heads to his quarters to unpack and freshen up:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance askance at Syl, then to Hok:: It's clean. John Randall: ::exits the transporter room and heads for the turbolift; steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 3. Dyan Sylvanis: Definitely has a better smell to it. John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; strides to his cabin and walks in as the doors swoosh open:: Hunter Matheson: ::Holds the lift for her:: Dyan Sylvanis: But on that note... ::Heading for the Marine deck showers.:: John Randall: ::deposits his bag on the sofa, strips off his uniform, and runs to the head; activates the shower and steps in, moaning softly in relief:: Hunter Matheson: ::and watches Syl call out MARDEK in the lift::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::not sure if he should smile or run:: Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, great job everyone.. that does it for that plot. TBS will be 12 hours, by which time we'll be ready to leave and move onto our next plot. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: we get to shower first? Cptn Ja'Lale: yes, I would hope so John Randall: I'm there already Hunter Matheson: is it a court martial offense if I don't? Dvokr chim Hok: Showers will be fixed on Thursday. Hunter Matheson: ::hok:: Sweet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Depends.. or at least dirty looks from your fellow crew John Randall: and burning my uniform Hunter Matheson: Hey... gotta have fun sometime Hunter Matheson: I know a guy that had to do that once Cptn Ja'Lale: lol. Have a great week everyone.. sim dismissed!
  11. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/18/18 =/\= 24 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.114 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1130 hours (11:30 AM) Aegis local. V'Mal is using the Stone of Gol to force us into compliance. A security force is standing by outside USS Mason, the ship he controls. Inside the ship, 3 personnel are armed, hiding, and ready to take back the ship. We understand that the Stone of Gol takes concentration, so V'Mal is vulnerable. The psychic field has expanded another 10 metres in every direction. We need a plan. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC::: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay tending to their patients:: Kallah Ramson: ::exits her office onto the cnc:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC:: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC:: Kallah Ramson: status? Alexis McFarland: ::sitting in Annisha's couch, fiddling with her PADD:: Tarisa: ::In CnC at the SCI console, performing her data search.:: Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching his teams :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Laying on her couch, still talking to the girls on her PADD.:: Scott Coleridge: Security is standing by. Scott Coleridge: The group on the ship is prepared to try to seize auxiliary control. Annisha: These alerts make me hungry mimipavilion: ::double checking the files of the crew, especially the three in hiding:: Jylliene: ((I imagine everything does, Annisha)) Alexis McFarland: Hmm, I know what you mean Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Me too. What are you two going to eat? Annisha: :: Watching Miana on her own PADD :: This direct connection works well, cause they have curtailed the comms on the station. Must be serious. Kallah Ramson: any other preparations needed before we begin the operation? Alexis McFarland: ::projects a holographic Miana in front of them so she doesn't have to hold her PADD:: Alexis McFarland: What do you have Annisha? Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishing.:: Too bad we can not go to Blubby's. Alexis McFarland: Can we order takeout? Scott Coleridge: Science and medical should determine the most vulnerable frequencies for our resonance plan Annisha: Doubt they could deliver it. Alexis McFarland: Aww. Annisha: I have some kind of stiff slivers of corn. Alexis McFarland: Yummy? Chirakis: ::at her console, watching the dark cloud expand, cm by cm::: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his display with each team member in their own box on the edge of the display :: Kallah Ramson: deployment method? Chirakis: Captain, the cloud is expanding, though very slowly. Kallah Ramson: ::chirakis:: keep an eye on it. and what's the current interval between expansions? Chirakis: Yes, Captain. Chirakis: Current interval between expansions varies. Tarisa: It is difficult finding material on the stone, but I did find old text. Though it is hard to determine if it is useful. It is very cryptic and seems almost like it is a poem. Chirakis: Between 2 and 5 minutes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We will need to move soon. Chirakis: One cm at a time. Alexis McFarland: What're you gonna eat Miana? Or are you still full? Kallah Ramson: how about between the large expansions? Tarisa: Miana> Um...I think someone is cooking. Chirakis: The computer is not registering any large expansions, though.... ah... Alexis McFarland: Is it Mithran food? I bet Mithan food is yummy! Annisha: Eh, they are okay. :: takes a chip :: Watch this... :: flips a chip towards her PADD, the chip lands next to it, but another holographic chip flies out at Miana and lands on the floor next to her. :: Alexis McFarland: oooh Chirakis: Yes. There areas vary as well, though minimally. Annisha: Holo-Chips Tarisa: Miana> It is very yummy. ::Swishing her tail.:: But I do not know if that is being made. mimipavilion: ::hears Scott and pulls up the resonance frequencies and quickly finds an overlapping range for all on the Mason::Tarisa:: Here's this. It should help. Alexis McFarland: ::eats a real chip:: Tarisa: ::Nods in appreciation.:: Thank you, Doctor. ::Begins plugging in the numbers.:: Kallah Ramson: ::glances towards the sci and med types then over to Scott:: let's get that frequency pinned down then prepare to feed it through the dock clamp tractor beams. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :; Watches his team on the monitor, seeing Gila aim down the scope of her rifle. He knew of how just a good shot she was :: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Once you have the frequency, send it to me and I'll coordinate with engineering. Kallah Ramson: ::back to chirakis:: there were a couple of large jumps in the field size. i would like to time the operation just after another of these. I believe it probably takes a fair amount of mental energy to do that and he will be at his weakest i would hope. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Sending now. ::Sends. Her tail lashing about.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles.:: Dacia Sandero: ::wonders what's going on with the Mason and all that:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles as well:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Understood. ::enters an algorithm:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is the field weaker the more it expands? mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: Do we have a location of the leader? I'd like to monitor his vitals if possible. Jylliene: ::mind turning all of the discussion over in her head:: Chirakis: ::as she watches her screen::: We do. It should be on your console. mimipavilion: ::looks:: Ah, thanks. Kallah Ramson: ::turns to ops:: once we begin see if you can access and take control of mason's computers. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. mimipavilion: ::separates his location and vitals away into a seperate window:: Jylliene: ::makes preparations:: Chirakis: Captain, initial intervals were in seconds. Then they stopped, as though regrouping. Ten meters, then moved to 12 within five minutes. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Coleridge to Engineering. We're going to need to set up a resonance in the Mason's hull on this specific frequency ::sends:: through the docking clamps. Kallah Ramson: ::nods to chirakis:: Chirakis: From there on they moved more slowly, expanding at the rate of 3 mm per minute. There is a variation every five minutes. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ Understood. Will take a moment to prime the clamps. Kallah Ramson: ::ponders:: Alexis McFarland: ::Lies down on the cool floor by the couch:: Chirakis: And.... every ten there is a burst of several mm. mimipavilion: ::listening to Chirakis and watching the vitals:: Kallah Ramson: the timing seems very similar to certain Vulcan meditative chants. Scott Coleridge: Hopefully if we can distract him enough, he'll lose focus and the field will shrink. Scott Coleridge: Engineering should have the docking clamps ready to go in moments. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Your teams are holding their own? mimipavilion: ::Kallah:: That's what I was thinking. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods :: For the moment. :: pats his sidearm :: Chirakis: Coming up on ten minutes..... Kallah Ramson: ::nods to Scott:: shrink or at least not be able to focus on anyone specific. mimipavilion: ::watches the vitals more closely:: Chirakis: Ten minutes.... Chirakis: ::watching for the burst::: Jylliene: ::prepared:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ Clamps are set to your specifications. I can only sustain that resonance for three minutes before the clamps are damaged. Chirakis: ::shakes her head::: Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Acknowledged. Kallah Ramson: AcTION> field draws back a short distance then rolls outward again, flowing further into corridors and access ways of the station Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Captain, engineering reports ready. We will have a 3 minute window, after which the clamps will be damaged. Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: if all stations are green to go then let's do it. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: You have a go. Tarisa: ::Keeping an eye on the sensors.:: Scott Coleridge: Mr. Jackson, send the go signal to our contacts on the Mason. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Teams+ We have a go. Proceed. Scott Coleridge: ::activates the resonance:: Kallah Ramson: ::for whatever reason, grips her station console:: mimipavilion: ::watching the vitals:: Fletcher Jackson: Aye, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the vibration of the clamps :: Jylliene: Beginning attempts to seize computer control. Annisha: :: Stops for a moment as if she feels something, dismisses it :: Alexis McFarland: ::looks up at Annisha:: Jylliene: ::working at it:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila takes a position at the team's 6 :: Fletcher Jackson: Message received. Fletcher Jackson: They are moving out. mimipavilion: ::looks closely at his eeg, while looking from time to time to his other vitals:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> the field stops it's micro expansions. holding at current levels. however the texture of the mist wavers, darkening in some areas....thinning in others. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches everyone on the teams move on his display :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> little resistance encountered on mason or from it's computer systems now. physical bulkheads now seem to be the only hindrance between the teams and V'mal Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His teams are moving in silently :: Jylliene: I'm in. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Finds herself in the 'zone' just like old times :: Chirakis: Micro expansion has stopped. Fletcher Jackson: Mason's teams are moving. Kallah Ramson: ::ops:: clear a path to Vmal before we burn out the docking clamps. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Scott Coleridge: Two minutes until docking clamps are in danger. mimipavilion: His brain activity is rather active, vitals are stable. Jylliene: ::works on clearing the way for the teams:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: should we risk a massive burst to try and knock him out before the clamps fail? Jylliene: Little resistance in the system. Chirakis: We would have to alert the teams as some of them are telepathic. Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Let them know. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: We can try. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> the field becomes erratic, closing in tight in some areas. causing a dizzying effect to those near or on mason Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye :: Sends a message to his teams to warn them :: Kallah Ramson: warn the teams. we need to bring him down now. Jylliene: We have a clear route to him. Fletcher Jackson: Mason's three personnel are close to Aux Control. Tarisa: ::Getting a little nervous.:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: spike the system. knock him out. mimipavilion: ::sees reports of dizzy spells near the mason docking port:: If you're going to do it do it now, I'm getting reports of dizzy spells Chirakis: Teams are warned, Captain. mimipavilion: ::goes back to watch V'mal's vitals:: Fletcher Jackson: ::squints against a headache::: Fletcher Jackson: ::but he pushes on:: Annisha: :: Munching and drinking her lunch :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Blinks a bit :: Alexis McFarland: ::Sits up and eats her lunch next to Annisha:: These corn things aren't too bad.. ::drinks some jumja juice:: Fletcher Jackson: The teams are in Aux Control, Captain. Fletcher Jackson: They are taking over. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila watches of approaching Mason crew :: Scott Coleridge: Sending the final pulse Scott Coleridge: ::sends:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> A splitting scream is heard by half the station, not audibly but inside their minds. the field bursts outward over the entire upper part of the station. disorientation comes over all those now inside the field. then the field fades....but mental effects cling like a hangover. Chirakis: ::bracing herself on her console, fighting against the pain::: Kallah Ramson: ::winces, goes half way to her knees.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila falls against the bulkhead, holding her head :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Holding his head, trying to breathe:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh sh- :: bows his head onto the console :: mimipavilion: ::braces herself trying to focus:: Tarisa: ::Ears droop as she hugs her console for a moment.:: Dacia Sandero: ::hears it and grabs a console for support, rubbing her head:: Kallah Ramson: ::mimi:: what are Vmal's life signs? Annisha: (habitat above or below?) Kallah Ramson: (upper sections of hab) Fletcher Jackson: ::forces himself to look::: Tarisa: ((Including VIP?)) Annisha: :: Holds her head :: Oww. oww... Fletcher Jackson: The... crew... has taken back control of... the ship... captain. Alexis McFarland: ::holds her head as well:: Ahh, what was that? mimipavilion: ::looks:: They show that he is unconscious. Kallah Ramson: :::still bracing herself...eyes closes:: good. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila keeps focus as best she can, but her vision is wavering and her stance is unstable :: Alexis McFarland: Was that someone screaming? Annisha: Au heard that too? Chirakis: ::looks up:: Aegis teams are on him. Kallah Ramson: secure the device....... get him to ....a cell. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ Not much time left on the resonance. Alexis McFarland: Yes, I did. I'm surprised you heard it too. It was in my mind. Chirakis: ::looks to Cayne, nods:: Scott Coleridge: Shutting down the resonance. Chirakis: Destroy the stone, Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::switches it off just as the clamps begin to overload… docking services crew will not have a good weekend:: Kallah Ramson: No. but get it someplace secure. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets a grip on himself :: mimipavilion: ::manages to get over to the medkit on the CnC and pulls out a hypo:: I am going to give everyone an injection for the headaches until we can get to medical. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh man... no docking there for a while . Alexis McFarland: ::curled on the floor, feelings like a big headache:: Chirakis: +team+ Take the Stone to security. Tarisa: Miana> ::Crying:: Annisha: :: kneels on the floor, rubs Lexi's back :: Annisha: :: WOnders if her parents hardened her a bit to things like this :: Alexis McFarland: Ugh, that hurts. ::rubs her eyes:: You OK Annisha? Chirakis: Captain, I will tend to the stone personally. Kallah Ramson: ::mimi:: Expect a lot of business doctor. Whatever that was....is gonna leave a mark. ::holds head:: Chirakis: ::steps into the lift:: Security. mimipavilion: ::starts giving the needed injections running to Chirakis:: Annisha: I have had training...so not as bad. :: looks at the holo :: Stay with us Miana. Chirakis: ::then she leans against the lift wall as it moves swiftly:: mimipavilion: I don't doubt it. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: Miana> ::Is being consoled by her mother. The feed from her PADD is cut for a while.:: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Kallah:: this should help some Kallah Ramson: ::stands a bit more upright:: good work everyone. Dacia Sandero: +Mimi+ Ugh, what happened up there? We're getting reports of dizziness and headaches through half the station. Tarisa: ::Straightens out, though her ears are still lowered, tail barely moving.:: mimipavilion: ::then makes her way through out the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::still feeling woozy herself, not able to move much:: Chirakis: ::emerges in security and the team is there. They hand the stone to her and she takes it to her office where there is an anti- disruption field::: mimipavilion: ::winces at the comm:: +Dacia+ I'll inform you when I get back, but be prepared for that influx of patients. Get yourself and the rest of the staff taken care of in the meantime. Chirakis: ::and a more powerful area that she thought would never be used and was a waste of money::: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Captain, I'm good here if you want to…. Chirakis: 10:58 PM mimipavilion: ::finishes giving everyone else an injection and finally injects herself:: Dacia Sandero: :Ok right. ::stumbles to a supply cabinet to get some hypos to combat their headaches and dizziness:: Chirakis: ::sets it in, locks, then steps back, cursing the bondmate who made her vulnerable to such things::: mimipavilion: ::hears Scott:: He's right, Captain. Kallah Ramson: ::nods towards Scott:: thanks. ::rests a hand on his shoulder:: I'll be in my office. mimipavilion: ::Kallah:: Let me know if you need anymore medical treatment. Chirakis: +Cayne+ Take command of security. Make sure they are well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Chirakis+ Understood. Kallah Ramson: ::mimi:: See to the crew first. once done...check on me again. Kallah Ramson: ::steps into her office:: Chirakis: ::slumps into her chair::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Chirakis: (last words) Fletcher Jackson: ::groans::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to attend to his team :: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: I'll be in medical if you or anyone else needs me or my staff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: groans at the repairs :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/18/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Annisha: :: Feels like superhero :: Chirakis: And you are, Annisha. Chirakis: Captain, I think I have a headache. Chirakis: TBS? Annisha: Annisha, a Star Wars Story. In Holodecks May 25th. Kallah Ramson: Let's bring it forward to the start of night shift. Chirakis: Will do. Chirakis: Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: good work all Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: I'm good Chirakis: Words from the crew? Chirakis: Very well done, all. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Kallah Ramson: g'night all Chirakis: Good night to all who are leaving. I will be around for a while. mimipavilion: night all see ya next week. Dacia Sandero: Goodnight! Happy Victoria Day! Chirakis: Oh yes. Happy Victoria Day!
  12. As the sun went down behind Mars, the track lighting along the metal cage that surrounded the Pei Xiu flickered to life. A small shuttle dipped just below the horizon. “Big ship,” the pilot said, glancing over to his passenger. Asher Swain glanced over. He hadn’t been paying attention, and only just realized they were alone in the shuttle. “Mm, yeah. Big ship.” he said turning to look as the Nebula-class starship filled the window. The pilot laughed. “Where did you say you were stationed before, Lieutenant?” Fairly sure he hadn’t said anything about where he’d been assigned, or even what his name was, Asher exhaled and leaned back into his chair. “Transerfing from the George Washington.” “Ah,” the pilot said, making a small maneuver to bring the shuttle behind the drydock. “Don’t know anything about her, but the PX isn’t too bad.” “I am pretty excited about the opportunity to run my own department.” “You’re science, right?” Asher nodded. “The new chief of Stellar Cartography.” “Mmm,” the pilot said. “I’m just a security grunt and occasional taxi driver.” “I appreciate the lift.” “No problem. So, what’s your name -- Lieutenant?” “Asher Swain.” “Kai Emaril -- I’d shake your hand, but we’re coming around to land and the autopilot is a bit finicky today. So, that guy with you at spacedock? Friend, boyfriend...” “Friend,” Asher said a bit too quickly, before smiling. “Just a friend.” “I see.” After he’d disembarked, Asher found Kai waiting for him just outside the shuttle bay. “So, Lieutenant Swain -- big plans for your first night on the P-X?” “Not really, no.” “Well, they’re showing a holovid in the rec lounge at 1900 if you want to come. Maybe we can get drinks before or after. No pressure though.” “Maybe, I don’t know. I have a lot of unpacking to do and I should read over the brief for our mission...” Kai smiled. “Well, if you change your mind -- my quarters are on Deck 5, Section 12. Here --” He tapped the exact berth number into Asher’s datapadd before heading off in the opposite direction, leaving Asher to find his quarters alone. Sifting through a duffle, Asher stopped at a slender, translucent rectangle -- a picture. He ran his hands over Arden’s face. “Just a friend,” Asher said, tucking the photo back into his duffle and turning to pick up the PADD with Kai’s address.
  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 May 2018 24 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.114 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1130 hours (11:30 AM) Aegis local. While V’Mal threatens Aegis with the Stone of Gol, someone aboard USS Mason contacts Aegis control. The message is garbled, so we switch to Morse Code. Apparently 3 armed personnel are hiding on board. They say that they might be able to access Aux Control to take back the Mason. We formulate a plan. V'Mal seems to be unaware of or unconcerned with the situation. Use of the Stone requires a great deal of concentration, so if we can overwhelm V’Mal with distractions, the personnel on USS Mason might be able to reach Aux Control. If they achieve their goal, the security force standing ready outside USS Mason’s docking port could carry out their assault plan and take back the ship. Unfortunately, before we can move forward, sensors go haywire. The psychic field emanating from the Mason begins to fluctuate in both radius and intensity. Several more people near the docking port are struck before the field settles back down. The field has permanently expanded 10 metres in every direction.
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #989, STARDATE 51805.14 = /\ = The Manticore is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a Federation member. Because of Council suspicions, A9 was ordered to investigate in advance of the induction. The ship arrived under cloak while A9 and two covert away teams beamed down to look around. Statiak has an annual "Purification," 12 hours when the gov't allows violence by any in the population. The Manticore teams, with the help of a Purification resistance group, disabled the shield generator that had blocked comm and transport with Manticore. Half of the team beam out, but a group at the underground Resistance safehouse could not beam out due to something in the ground around them. KK returned to the planet for A9 and showed up just as he was getting the team to the surface and ... killing the Resistance leaderjust as he also wiped out that group with grenades. No one knows this except KK. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #989, STARDATE 51805.14 = /\ = 180514.log
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  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #989, STARDATE 51805.14 = /\ = The Manticore is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a Federation member. Because of Council suspicions, A9 was ordered to investigate in advance of the induction. The ship arrived under cloak while A9 and two covert away teams beamed down to look around. Statiak has an annual "Purification," 12 hours when the gov't allows violence by any in the population. The Manticore teams, with the help of a Purification resistance group, disabled the shield generator that had blocked comm and transport with Manticore. Half of the team beam out, but a group at the underground Resistance safehouse could not beam out due to something in the ground around them. KK returned to the planet for A9 and showed up just as he was getting the team to the surface and ... killing the Resistance leaderjust as he also wiped out that group with grenades. No one knows this except KK. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #989, STARDATE 51805.14 = /\ =
  17. SD 0513.2018 The team continues deeper into the ruined temple after surviving two rather precarious predicaments with what were presumably defense systems left behind by whoever built the temple. Both K'hal and Hunter have seen strange mirages, but nothing more on that front. As we pick up, the team has entered slightly flooded room where a set of stairs leads lower into the complex. Water runs steadily down the stairs.
  18. MISSION BRIEF: The team continues deeper into the temple ruins, following a low-frequency beacon apparently left behind by the Captain. They have entered a room with several exits, but have determined the path follows one of the two exits in the "upstairs" part of the large, atrium-like room. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::looks around the room as they approach the upper level:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks all around :: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping the rebreather holds up cause it sure would be sad to die here:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Making his way up the stairs. He was still considering if this were the worst place Asher had dragged him or not, but he felt pretty sure the sewers of Kalon VII were worse.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is making sure that we don't get killed/infected with the Shades of Gray virus by dangerous plants. :: Hunter Matheson: ::with Arden, checking things as they move on:: Maryse Dubois: ::Following the group.:: Hakran K'hal: :: examining his tricorder on the way up, while letting the Marine use the eyeball tests :: Hunter Matheson: ::letting his HUD do the work:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With the interior air a bit less swampy, Miranda had her rebreather off so she could concentrate on scanning.:: The signal is getting stronger up here. ::Following the others up the stairs to the upper level.:: Hunter Matheson: ::and the RB shows green so he shuts it down:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Whoever is on point can see there are two distinct exits, one to the left where the door is flanked on either side by fetid waterfalls and the other more or less ahead of them with a large, person sized orb in the middle of the walkway, a few meters in front of the door. Hunter Matheson: ::holds up a fist, to Arden:: Weirdness, sir. Probably need a tric to check out that... thing. William Chocox: Weirdness? Hakran K'hal: :: steps up :: Indeed. :: scans the orb :: Hunter Matheson: ::cho, as he continues to watch the orb:: Yes, sir. Cptn Swain: < Khal give me a number 1-20 > Ens. Irene Mincine: "I don't think purifier tablets would even work on those..." :: Points to the gross waterfalls. :: Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Cptn Swain: (( Excellent )) William Chocox: This is not the weirdest thing we have run across. Indaura Ryssan: What do you see? Hakran K'hal: (( oh dear :: checks to see how many K'hal siblings he's got left :: )) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The orb reacts to the tricorder scan and a small circle lifts from the top for a moment, generating a golden pulse that quickly travels outwards from the orb, knocking everyone back and onto the ground. Maryse Dubois: ::Is on her butt.:: The hell? Hakran K'hal: Oof! :: on his keister :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Oofs:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Hits the ground hard :: Oh! Hakran K'hal: I guess I won't do active scans again. Hunter Matheson: ::knocked:: Hunter Matheson: ::says a little more than oof:: William Chocox: Can you please not do that again? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Hits the ground and rolls back to her feet thanks to her athletic training. :: "What the hell was that?" Hakran K'hal: I was able to determine that it doesn't like being scanned, sirs. Cptn Swain: (( That was not the worst thing that could have happened to you )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Knocked over, she hit the wall with a thud.:: What in the world... ? Maryse Dubois: ::Gets back up, dusting herself off.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> After a delay, it sends out a second wave. Luckily you're all out of the energy pulse range. Indaura Ryssan: Anyone get a reading on that pulse? Hakran K'hal: :: notices the second pulse :: And it's thorough. Cptn Swain: Arden> Perhaps we should go the other way? Hunter Matheson: ::slowly stands, moving back a little farther:: HUD registers it as a security trigger. Hakran K'hal: Unless it accepts a polite "may we please pass?" I'm not quite sure I feel comfortable trying to decipher its other tendencies. Hunter Matheson: Makes me want to find out what's behind it, though. What it's protecting. Ens. Irene Mincine: "It only got pissed when you scanned it, right?" :: Picks up a rock from the ground and attempts to toss it past the orb. :: Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Think it might let someone pass if that someone has no advanced tech? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It could just be some form of security for this place. ::She crossed her arms, watching to see what it would do to the rock.:: Hunter Matheson: Guess we'll find out. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a knee just in case:: Hakran K'hal: :: appreciates Irene's curiosity, but would prefer not to be the Cait that curiosity kills, so bravely stands behind cardboard Tandy :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A third wave pulsates back, this time a bit stronger, pushing Hunter back. Hunter Matheson: ::thwap::: Hunter Matheson: ::THUD against the wall::: Hakran K'hal: It doesn't take a doctorate for me to determine that we really should stop doing anything more with that. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Begins making his way over to the other exit:: It looks like someone's been this way recently. Hunter Matheson: ::neck twists::: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Runs over to Hunter. :: "Ack! Sorry, sir! Are you okay?" Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Holds up a ration bar wrapper:: Hunter Matheson: :::pulling away from the wall:: Think so, ma'am. Been worse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Okay, so everyone leave the orb alone. Hunter Matheson: ::snaps his neck back into place:: Thanks. I'm good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's head the other way. ::Gesturing to where Arden found the wrapper.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps over to Arden, curious, she scans the wrapper for DNA.;; Just to see if we know who it might be. Hakran K'hal: Gladly. :: heads over to Arden :: Federation slash Starfleet issue? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: Though I don't know if these things are still in circulation. Andorian Blood-Beetle Pudding? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::makes a face:: Hakran K'hal: :: curls his ears :: Let's hope not. Indaura Ryssan: :: Studies her tricorder :: William Chocox: I'm sure someone could replicate them if they wanted to. Hunter Matheson: :::he checks his gear before moving back to the group:: Hakran K'hal: But they are significantly better than bread crumbs to follow. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Goes back to the group :: "No Klingon entrees, though..." Maryse Dubois: You wouldn't want replicated Klingon food anyways. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Maryse's scan picks up traces of Swain's DNA. Hakran K'hal: I think our situation is complicated enough without having to duck under batleths. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a beep.:: Well good news. It definitely belonged to our long lost Captain. But I can't say much for his taste in food. William Chocox: Would an Andorian even eat that thing? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "I think that's why they're out of circulation." Hunter Matheson: ::still orb shy::::Cho:: If you're hungry enough you'll eat anything, sir. Cptn Swain: Arden> I never knew he liked that flavor. Hmm. Well moving on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: He may not have had a choice in the matter. ::She moved through the door to scan the room beyond.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Following.:: Hakran K'hal: :: makes a face at the fetid waterfalls as they pass through the door :: Roman engineering this isn't. Hunter Matheson: ::steps quickly to the fore, concerned about the cdr taking point:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The room beyond is more straight forward, at least in practice. It opens into a long hallway with only a single exit at the end. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Eyes up the long hallway. :: "Okay, now I don't have much tactical training, but this has got to be a trap. I've learned my lesson from the orb." William Chocox: Well then. Hunter Matheson: ::as he moves on and checks the area:: I don't suppose anyone can contact the ship it we need it. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: No more rock tossing unless we're playing bocce ball then, Ensign? Cptn Swain: >> Traps, me? >> Cptn Swain: (( Hunter, give me a number 1-20 )) Hunter Matheson: (7) Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "Bocce ball wasn't physical enough for me, sir." Cptn Swain: (( God, I love my job. )) Maryse Dubois: ((::facepalm:: Hunter Matheson: (yeah, cause you know what my answer is gonna be anyway) Hunter Matheson: (anytime, cap. anytime) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( You're the dummy that keeps picking the same number. )) Hunter Matheson: (copy that, ma'am. I am not a fan of dice) Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Hunter takes a step forward, he hears a very audible click and then a hiss. The walls on the sides of the hallway in front and behind the team drop to reveal several laser beams that fire towards each other. Cptn Swain: (( I mean, it’s more fair than me just deciding when you're going to walk into trouble, and what kind )) Hunter Matheson: (riiight) William Chocox: Damnit Matheson! Hakran K'hal: Oookay, I guess that was the official "This is a trap" warning. Hunter Matheson: HIT THE DECK Indaura Ryssan: :: does so :: Maryse Dubois: Well... ::Drops down, looking back.:: This became a little more interesting... Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Drops immediately to the ground! :: "Well now what!" Cptn Swain: << I mean if you don't like having a chance at not the worse things that could happen, I am certainly willing to no roll the dice and just ACTION away >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She ducked below the lasers, hoping they weren't the moving kind.:: William Chocox: ::drops down:: Maryse Dubois: ((No no. keep rolling. lol )) Hunter Matheson: (up to you) Hakran K'hal: :: notices the beams are in front of and behind them, but not immediately next to them, so doesn't panic and tries to gather some info about them, passively :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On her belly, she glanced behind them, then ahead.:: Someone throw something and see if they react. I want to make sure they're stationary. Maryse Dubois: ::Finds a rock and throws it away from the group.:: Hakran K'hal: :: definitely hits the deck now before Justin "Irene" Verlander winds up for a pitch back there :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Respectfully request someone ELSE throws the ro--nevermind." Cptn Swain: ACTION> As I said, I like my job. The lasers appear to be stationary but the rock is vaporized. William Chocox: Can we crawl under them? Hakran K'hal: You wanna try seeing if there are any vertically oriented ones up ahead, Will? William Chocox: ::looks ahead of them:: I'm trying. Hunter Matheson: Can anyone take a reading on the weapon and see if it can be countered with anything we have? Maryse Dubois: Try shooting it with a phaser? Ens. Irene Mincine: "Like what, throwing a rock *at* the laser?" :: Carefully scans the laser emitters with her tricorder. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The emitters for the lasers appear to be unshielded and only lightly armored. Hunter Matheson: ::swings his rifle:: With your permission, ma'am. ::Cdr:: Hakran K'hal: :: is still a bit tricorder shy at the moment :: Hunter Matheson: ::rolls into position, taking aim, waiting for the order::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: For Pete's sake, fire at the thing already. ::Miranda aimed her phaser at one on the opposite wall and fired.:: Just don't cross the streams. Hakran K'hal: :: covers his head :: Hunter Matheson: ::squeeze::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::covers best he can:: Maryse Dubois: ::Covers her head.:: Hunter Matheson: Right acquired. Firing. William Chocox: ::helps with the firing:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Squints and scans :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The emitters go poof and the laser dies out. Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't want to be the first one to get up.:: Hakran K'hal: :: peeks out from under his arms :: Okay, now how many meters of hallway did that buy us? Cptn Swain: ACTION> The way is open. William Chocox: Apparently all of it. Ens. Irene Mincine: "The whole thing?" :: Slowly, carefully, gets up... :: Hakran K'hal: Unless there are vertically oriented ones in the ceiling that we haven't stepped on their triggers yet. :: pause :: Damn, I thought I was the optimistic one in the family. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Cptn Swain: Arden> I mean. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Getting to her feet, she dusted herself off.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Let's uh, keep moving. Maryse Dubois: ::Seeing others get up, she slowly gets up.:: Cptn Swain: << Hakran, give me a number 1-20 >> Hakran K'hal: Ensign Irene, I gladly will let you do all the away teaming on all future missions. Hakran K'hal: (( 16 )) William Chocox: ::K'hal:: Please stop talking sir. Hakran K'hal: If you're not prepared, you're toast. And we already almost got served with eggs and bacon once today. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Ole Eagle Eye Kitty catches, for the briefest of moments, a distortion running along the side of the hallway, but it quickly vanishes without a trace. Hakran K'hal: :: ears flatten, then he starts moving his head this way and that, first squinting, then opening his eyes really wide, then turning sideways :: Hakran K'hal: :: harrumphs :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Yes, s--" :: Picks up her tricorder again when Hakran's attention turns. :: "--something over there?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pulling off her pack, she flung it down the hallway, sending it skidding over the floor plates to see if the weight would trigger anything further on.:: Hakran K'hal: I saw something, just for a moment. Cptn Swain: ACTION> It does not trigger any more traps, for now. Hakran K'hal: :: attention diverted to the tumbling pack :: And this is why engineers are handy, even if they're wearing red now. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Notes Hakran mention seeing something, but shrugs it off:: Hakran K'hal: :: shakes head :: Anyway, I guess we can move out again. At least until we get to the door, before having to make sure there isn't a guillotine in it. Cptn Swain: (( I hadn't considered one of those. QWhat do you think this place is, Sens' Fortress? )) Hakran K'hal: Or spikes that jut out at high speed from the frame, impaling unsuspecting passers through... William Chocox: ((I never put anything past you.)) Ens. Irene Mincine: "I don't think we're in a holonovel of Ancient Earth..." Hakran K'hal: :: trails off, coughs, mutters something about holorpg's :: Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: And I thought you said you were the optimistic one? William Chocox: I think he was being sarcastic. Cptn Swain: (( 5 Minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::moves next to K'hal:: What did it look like, sir? What you saw. Hakran K'hal: I didn't think my nerdy adolescent pastime was going to become a mission parameter. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Moves towards the door and, yet another room.:: William Chocox: So many rooms! Hakran K'hal: :: Hunter :: Almost like a heat mirage, but more distorted. But it was so quick. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What did you see? ::Taking K'hal's sighting seriously. She moved carefully down the hall to retrieve her pack.:: Hunter Matheson: I saw one earlier. Seemed to hug the wall, but it could have been an illusion. The wall part, that is. Ens. Irene Mincine: "You should try a Klingon calisthenics holoprogram. I recommend 'The Battle of Carbohydrates.'" :: Shrugs, follows the group to the next room. :: "I haven't seen anything like that so far." Hunter Matheson: ::wonders why we keep going deeper into this place::: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Battle of Carbohydrates? :: imagines fructose and sucrose battling out to the death in all their molecular glory :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well, you know, everything's a battle to Klingons..." :: Irene laughs. :: "Slay the fat! Kill the bloodwine belly!" Cptn Swain: ACTION> The next room has a set of stairs leading downward below ground. The lights here are flickering more and more, and there's standing water on the floor and flowing down the stairs. Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: Has to be more effective than some of the fad diets out of Betazed. Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Picks up her pack, slinging it on, heading to the other doorway.:: Hunter Matheson: Commander... not a good idea.. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  19. :: back on the ship, A9 heads to his quarters to clean up, engaging the recording system on his exosuit's left arm :: Begin suit recording, Personal Log, Admiral Atragon-9, Federation Council representative on the USS Manticore, NCC-5852-A, password ********* {{whirr, thwift}} This mission was a weird one, even by my standards. By accident, something new was discovered. That's not weird, that's how all the best discoveries happen. This discovery is poised to change science as we know it. Again, not weird, that is just lack of knowledge mixed with marketing hyperbole (the perfect example from ancient history - back the dawn of the 21st century - and the "revolutionary" Segway personal transport). It is tied to an accelerated admission into the Federation. I'll say it again, not weird, just politics. No, the weird part is how this new member planet runs an annual event where they kill each other and my job is to not only keep that under wraps, but to find the locals with the correctly-balanced moral compass and make them disappear, with extreme prejudice. Right, to the basics. A new chemical element has been found. Even a trace amount of it in the ground or the walls of an enclosure will block even the most sophisticated scanner, subspace communication and transporter signal. No booster, repeater or relay can penetrate this block. Due to it's very nature, it cannot be replicated or manufactured, so it only exists in its natural state and from the natural source, the planet of Statiak. This new element has been named Faradaymium ("Fy" on the Periodic Table) and the Federation needs to control the only source. Lucky for the Federation Council, Statiak has applied to join the Federation. Unlucky for the Federation, it was discovered that the populace has an event called "The Purification," when the people are allowed to take part in ANY crime with no consequences, for a 12 hour period, one day a year. The political fallout can be managed with carefully crafted media control. However, the truly unfortunate aspect is why the Fed Council has brought in Special Ops. It turns out that some do-gooder locals have formed a resistance group that could muddy up the waters, bring down the government, delay the entrance into the Federation. All of these problems must be avoided at all cost - AT ALL COST. That is where I come in. This is going to get SO messy that even the usual excuses of Black Ops won't cover it. They cannot send in any of the Wing to just "kill the good guys," they need someone like me. Steeped in the traditions and procedures, experienced with methods and skewed goals, and no longer in command of one of their ships. I am a built-in rogue agent and just the sociopath for the job. The story has to be that Manticore shows up to see if Statiak is on the level - and that's it. No one knows the true mission if they have an official role on the ship. Not Kansas, not Matt, not even Sovak. Limited exposure for the Council, plausible deniability for the crew. If this gets out, it's a political and career one-way ticket - and not to the top of the heap, either. Everything was going smoothly, but I didn't plan for Kansas to come back for me right away. She saw me dispatch Rewac, she saw me take out the rest of the resistance with grenades. Now I have to see what the Council will do about her, bring her into the fold or put her out on a windy hill. I hate when that happens. EOM, EOT {{whirr, clunk}}
  20. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 11 May 2018: The Klongat and its fleet have arrived at the rogue base, and successfully rescued the Federation hostages they've captured and the Klingons have served justice by killing them all. The mood is joyous as the fleet prepare to depart back to Qo'noS. TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Caitlin Townshend: ::still a little nervous because "joyous" Klingon moods can be just as deadly as … well, fighty ones:: Hunter Matheson: ::at Klongat's helm, trying to wrap his brain around the slaughter ‘cause its bringing back memories he'd really like to forget:: Hunter Matheson: ::sober expression, just doin his job:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Like watching happy Klingons. They are better than angry Klingons.:: John Randall: ::keeping a wary eye on the Klingons in engineering; they seem to be a little too happy for his taste:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: NOT drinking :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::feeling quite happy:: You humans did all right. Maybe one day our races will fight side by side. We'll be having a celebration in the mess to celebrate our victory. You're all invited to come if you like. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well, humans, and Tellarites and... turtles. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Chuckles as she stands. She puts a hand on Kal's shoulder.:: Want to come? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well. ::to Kal:: Set a course back to Kronos at warp 7. Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, turns:: Un... sure. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Gronk:: Course set to Kronos. Engaging warp 7. Dvokr chim Hok: I am a comm officer. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Stock shot of the Klongat changing its wing configuration to cruise and jumping to warp.. Hunter Matheson: Set to automatic, Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::still not used to the HoD thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Yes, please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Set to auto. ::presses, then looks to Syl. kind of::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Glad you decided to go, cause if they try to get me to drink bloodwine, there may be trouble. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::speaks to the cook in the mess who informs him everything is ready:: Mr. Hok, please inform the ship that they may proceed to the mess. Hunter Matheson: ::soberly:: I hear ya Hunter Matheson: ::as he follows along:: There were times when all there was to eat were worms, plants, bugs... you name it... Hunter Matheson: (w) not exactly what I want right now Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & Ja'Lale> ::gets up to head to the mess:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps the comm :: The victory feast is now available in the mess hall. Kapla! Caitlin Townshend: ::follows along to the mess:: John Randall: Marek> ::looks over to John:: Lieutenant, would you like to go to the victory meal? Hunter Matheson: ::out of the corner of his eye he spots Townshend and she doesn't look too relaxed:: Hunter Matheson: ::he falls back:: (q) you okay, ma'am? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew enter the mess hall. There's a generous selection of gagh, some green stuff, war nog, blood wine, and gagh... both served raw and cooked for the puny humans. Dyan Sylvanis: Oh I don't mind the food. You know my history with alcohol. Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Syl:: John Randall: ::looks over to Marek:: All right, Jonpin, as long as I can eat Federation food. Your cuisine does not agree with my stomach, and I don't want to hear any crap about puny humans. Hunter Matheson: :::then stifles a smirk remembering a lot of times when alcohol livened things up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger crew are invited to sit at the captain's table, with heaping servings of the aforementioned food and drink. John Randall: Marek> You can eat what you want, Lieutenant; I do not care. John Randall: ::nods:: Very well, I accept. ::They make their way to the mess hall:: Dvokr chim Hok: I am not sure how much blood wine I can drink Dyan Sylvanis: ((If a certain Major was around, there would probably be lots of drinking and at least one big brawl. )) Hunter Matheson: (I hear ya) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We even burnt the targ for you humans to suit your palette. I am told it tastes somewhat like pork, or boar. Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the table next to Hok:: Does blood wine contain … actual blood? John Randall: ::Marek joins his comrades at the table, Randall goes over to the food replicator and makes himself a Federation meal:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs some fresh gagh and a little bit of the other more "fresh" items, then grabs a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leans toward Caitlin:: (w) best not to ask that one John Randall: ::One of the Klingons sees Randall's plate and starts to make a remark; John pins him with a steely glare:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::Drinks some blood wine and eats some gagh:: Mm, not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a little of everything just to be polite and takes a seat::: Dvokr chim Hok: Last time I did this I got a bit sick. Hunter Matheson: :::slurps the gagh like spaghetti:: John Randall: ::Sits at an empty nearby table and eats his meal, keeping an eye on the Klingons as well as his shipmates:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The warriors start breaking out in old Klingon opera songs, which sounds like someone is squashing a cat Hunter Matheson: ::wince:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal, glad he's going right for it. Also starts eating.:: John Randall: ::narrows his eyes at the singing:: John Randall: ((or lack thereof)) Hunter Matheson: ::slurps the warnog like a Klingon:: John Randall: ::grateful for his anonymity; so far, no one has challenged him for not sitting with the others; to him, there's not much room left:: Dyan Sylvanis: I've heard people talk about old Klingon music, but never heard it in person. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: you know - this is a whole lot better than pulling on your dress blues and sitting like you have a stick up your a... uh... on your back. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some of the Klingons are starting to fight each other, but as per orders is leaving the Challenger crew alone -- for the timbering. Cptn Ja'Lale: time being* Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sips and winces :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: Absolutely Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Townshend, wondering if she's okay::: John Randall: ::watches the Klingons fighting with narrowed eyes:: Hunter Matheson: ::she doesn't look too happy::: John Randall: ::his hand hovers near his dagger:: Hunter Matheson: (asking for trouble there, Randall) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Indeed) John Randall: ((bring it on, I've fought a Klingon before)) Caitlin Townshend: ::picking at her food, actually not minding the singing:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Townshend:: There's a replicator over there, ma'am, if you'd rather. Hunter Matheson: (not exactly my point, Randall) John Randall: (just sayin') Hunter Matheson: (same here) John Randall: ::continues to watch the battling Klingons:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Yes, I see that John has done the same. Though I wonder how Klingon replicated food tastes? Hunter Matheson: ::Townshend:: I'll get you some if you want. Dyan Sylvanis: Reminds me of a couple of bar fights I've seen. Quite the interesting atmosphere. Hunter Matheson: ::back to Syl, snorts:: not exactly the word I would pick John Randall: Marek> ::finishes eating and looks around for John; spots him and goes over to him:: Lieutenant, you seem a little on edge. Are you all right? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: I think I need to … experience this … if I've any hope of surviving this place. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles at Caitlin.:: We have your back. John Randall: ::gives Marek a savage smile:: Any time I see Klingons fighting, I get a little.....edgy. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. It's not bad if you're starving, but if you're not.... ::shrugs:: up to you. Hunter Matheson: And... ::nod to Syl:: ditto on that one John Randall: Marek> I see. I suppose I would be if I were in your shoes. No harm will come to you, Lieutenant, you have my word on that. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> It's part of the job on a Klingon ship.. that's how promotions happen. Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on the happy crowd as he slurps the gagh wrapped in whatever leaf that is and follows it with warnog:: John Randall: ::nods to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin, I can take care of myself, but your assistance is welcome. Dvokr chim Hok: :: The amount of cleavage does not go unnoticed by poor Hok, who has had a bit too much :: John Randall: ::Marek nods, wondering what Randall meant by that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::tries some of the targ:: John Randall: ::trying not to let on that he has fought a Klingon before:: Caitlin Townshend: ::to her credit, tries a bit of everything, finding most of it not to her liking but picking away nonetheless:: John Randall: ::winces as one of the battling Klingons takes a rather nasty hit:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is enjoying the singing and food. She notices the fight winding down.:: Hunter Matheson: ::not quite enjoying the singing, but the food's not half bad.. until he chokes and coughs::: Hunter Matheson: ::downs more warnog:: Damn thing bit me on the way down. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Pats Kal on the back.:: You alright? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The victorious Klingon has managed to keep his position. Until the next fight. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: Yeah... ::cough:: nothing like fighting back when you're being eaten. John Randall: Marek> ::points to Randall's plate:: What was that you were eating, Lieutenant? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::enjoying the Klingon food... maybe it had something to do with his Rigellian palette:: John Randall: ::smiles:: It's called fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Hunter Matheson: ::syl::: not even up to date on my vaccinations. ::headshake:: John Randall: Marek> I....see. Is one a meat and the other a....what do you call them....vegetable? Dyan Sylvanis: ::laughs.:: Well when we seem to have a revolving door on Medical, people kind of slip through the cracks. Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: got that right John Randall: ::smiles again:: Very good, Jonpin; you are correct on both counts. Hunter Matheson: remind me next time to be sure I'm up to date before we do any Klingon ops. John Randall: ::relieved that the fighting has diminished:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job, people. We'll arrive back at Kronos next week.. TBS will be a day to get over your hangovers or indigestion. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight everyone -- have a great week.
  21. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/11/18 =/\= 24 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.114 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1015 hours (10:15 AM) Aegis local. USS Mason's mission is compromised. Their CO, V'Mal, is using the Stone of Gol as a weapon against us. Task Force Aegis and Strike Force Bravo are standing by in orbit. Seventeen security officers are standing by at the docking area. Chirakis: Captain Ramson is in her office. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::in Annisha's room, sitting next to Annisha:: Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS:: Chirakis: ::CnC, watching the tactical monitor::: Scott Coleridge: ::returns to the CnC having been called away to check something:: Scott Coleridge: Situation report. Dacia Sandero: ::checking on the patients:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks :: Security is ready Chirakis: ::turns to Scott and nods, confirms Cayne's assessment::: Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC, taking Science.:: mimipavilion: ::also checking on patients:: Annisha: So Alexis... Alexis McFarland: Hmm? Chirakis: No movement detected from the docking bay. Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD:: Scott Coleridge: All right, then… ::interrupted by a faint beeping from Ops:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blink::: Tarisa: Miana> ::In the VIP quarters on lockdown. She is on her tablet, steaming with Alexis and Annisha, since she can't be with them.:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> OPS detects a comm signal originating from the Mason, but not from its bridge. Scrambled and very faint. Fletcher Jackson: Whoa... there's a faint... signal coming from Mason. Let me try to clear it up. Fletcher Jackson: ::tappitytap:: Not helping much, but it's not from the bridge. Putting it on audio. Annisha: This station... Fletcher Jackson: ::runs it through the descrambler - or whatever it's called::: Annisha: Bet we can wander about at my grandparents... Scott Coleridge: Comm> +Aegis+ ::static:: Don't know... how long… help. Why does it hurt? ::static:: Took control. Couldn't fight him. ::static:: 3 of us. Phasers, but what good are they? Alexis McFarland: And not get yelled at? They must have a lot of space to wander about in Scott Coleridge: ::looks at Chirakis and Cayne at this new development:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Talking to the others on her tablet.:: When do we get to leave? Chirakis: Ens Jackson, do you know morse code? Alexis McFarland: I don't know. ::looks to Annisha:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Basic training. Chirakis: Very well... ::Looks to Scott:: Return message of receipt? Scott Coleridge: Agreed. ::Tarisa:: Can Aegis' sensors distinguish whether there's anyone still conscious or moving around on the Mason, other than on the bridge? Fletcher Jackson: ::codes it in, waiting for ack to send::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Is nervous at what actions his security choices need to take, the what and the when :: Tarisa: Captain, if the culprit is indeed Vulcan, and we can assume a possible Starfleet Officer, it is likely he may know morse code as well. Chirakis: ::nods, looks to Scott::: Chirakis: Ask for identity? Scott Coleridge: Yes, and confirm numbers and status. Chirakis: ::nods to Jackson:: Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: We better hold off on sending security in until we have a better idea of what's happening. Have them wait just outside the range of that … thing. Fletcher Jackson: ::rearranges the sentence:: Sending. Tarisa: ::Checks sensors.:: There is minimal movement, but there does appear to be a few in the secondary hull that more...lively? Tarisa: *that are Scott Coleridge: Has anyone consulted with medical yet about technologies we could use to block the psychic assault? Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: It'll be fun when we do. Can't wait. Chirakis: Not to my knowledge. Fletcher Jackson: ::waiting anxiously for a reply:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Knows little of medical means of defense :: Tarisa: I can begin a search of anthropology databases to see if I can find something. Tarisa: ((Or archaeology. You know, one of those ologies.)) Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: All right. Coordinate with Drs. Pavilion and Sandero—if we can give our team an edge, or something that could help all those people on the Mason, we need to know about it. Tarisa: Miana> Me too! Tarisa: ::Nods, turning to a side console, she begins a database search on the stone and possible countermeasures.:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> OPS receives a Morse-encoded message reading "3 people, uninjured. Armed. Retake ship?" Chirakis: ::believes it entirely possible that Cpt Ramson is dealing with this herself::: Fletcher Jackson: Commander.. incoming message. Onscreen. Alexis McFarland: Yay! You seem to be feeling better Miana. Fletcher Jackson: :::sends uncoded message:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mommy gave me yummy food. Made me feel better. Annisha: :: Goes to the door, which does not open :: Figures. Alexis McFarland: That's great! I wonder what Mithran food is like. Chirakis: ::Scott:: Suggest asking for more information. Scott Coleridge: You think? Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Annisha:: Probably because of the red alert. Locked down. Scott Coleridge: Ask them what the status is of the rest of the crew, and whether they have access to ship systems. Chirakis: ::nods, looks to Jackson:: Fletcher Jackson: ::tappitytaptaptap:: Sending. Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: If they have access to the Mason's systems, how would that affect your assault plans? Could they help in some way? mimipavilion: ::finishes checking on her patients and goes to her office to update files:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Entire access? They could do a lot of damage, I'm not sure an assault we have planned would work. Chirakis: A diversion, then? Scott Coleridge: I think we can assume there's a reason they haven't acted yet, if only because they lack numbers. Chirakis: Some from inside, others from the opposite direction. Classic flanking. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Response reads, "Others crazy. Run away or attack us. Hiding in turbolift. Maybe reach aux control?" Fletcher Jackson: Reply in... onscreen. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or planning their move Chirakis: Mr. Jackson, call Dr. Pavilion to CnC. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Annisha: Wonder what we saw that made command here so upset? It was just a dock. Tarisa: ::Checking her search for any hits yet.:: Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Dr. Pavilion, your presence is requested in CnC. mimipavilion: +Jackson+ Understood Alexis McFarland: I don't know, maybe something about that ship. mimipavilion: ::exits office and over to the tl:: Dacia you have medical Dacia Sandero: Aye aye.. mimipavilion: ::enters tl and orders it to CnC:: Annisha: Just a Federation ship, not even new. Alexis McFarland: ::Shrugs:: Yeah, it wasn't worth the hassle. Chirakis: Commander, if the stone is broken, its power is gone mimipavilion: ::arrives at the CnC and enters:: I was called. Scott Coleridge: OK, so we have 3 armed personnel who might be able to access auxiliary control, if they can fend off the people under the influence of this … thing … on their way. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Mmm.. I miss you Miana. I hope the red alert will pass soon. Scott Coleridge: V'Mal seems to be unaware or, more likely, unconcerned by this prospect. Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Doctor. ::Tarisa:: Update Dr. Pavilion on the situation. Tarisa: Miana> ::Purred sound.:: Me too! Scott Coleridge: That... thing…. must require a great deal of concentration. mimipavilion: ::looks at Tarisa and walks over to her:: Chirakis: Indeed. Which brings us back to the proposal... Chirakis: Keep him focused on one thing, then attack his flank. Chirakis: It would not need many Alexis McFarland: ::sits down again on the couch:: Chirakis: 10:40 PM Scott Coleridge: What if we could just overwhelm his concentration completely? Chirakis: How do you propose to do that? Chirakis: ::lightbulb::: The security officers... Scott Coleridge: They're telepathic, right? Chirakis: Indeed. To various degrees. Tarisa: I am doing a search on anything relevant to the stone's power, or anything useful at all. The search is not being fruitful. ::frowns.:: Scott Coleridge: If these three people on the Mason can reach auxiliary control, they can just start turning on all the systems. Everything. Light up everything on the bridge. That's one big distraction. Chirakis: ::steps to her console and brings up the specs for Mason:: Chirakis: ::throws them up on an aux screen::: Scott Coleridge: We could also use a tractor beam to set up a resonant harmonic in the Mason's hull. We'd have to be careful how we do it so we don't damage the docking clamps. But that won't sound good to a sensitive Vulcan's ears. Alexis McFarland: ::sits on the couch upside down:: Chirakis: Indeed. Scott Coleridge: And then those security officers… if they make a coordinated effort to push back against V'Mal's telepathic focus on the Stone…. Scott Coleridge: We could even consider enlisting other telepaths on board if need be. Chirakis: ::looks to Mimi, knowing she is quite aware of several species' anatomies::: mimipavilion: ::to Tarisa:: Ok... run a scan for the stone in the vulcan database as well as starfleet for mental countermeasures. Hopefully that will bring something up. Tarisa: ::Nods, adjusting the search.:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis:: Questions, captain? Chirakis: From me, no. You are the expert in those fields. mimipavilion: Do we have crew roster of the Mason? Chirakis: Possibly. However, since this Vulcan appeared it might not be correct. Chirakis: Mr. Jackson. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am... mimipavilion: Might request an official roster from starfleet, if that's possible. That might help. Fletcher Jackson: :::searching, then:: The latest crew roster. Chirakis: Send it to a console Dr. Pavilion can read. Fletcher Jackson: Sending to Aux science. mimipavilion: ::turns to the Aux Science Console:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM mimipavilion: ::pulls up the latest crew roster:: Fletcher Jackson: Another message in morse... Fletcher Jackson: They are requesting an update, wondering if the connection has been cut. mimipavilion: ::looks it over:: Scott Coleridge: Tell them... we're working on it. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. ::sends the message::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching patiently :: Chirakis: ::considering their options:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Alexis McFarland: ::leans on Annisha:: Silky nightgown... Annisha: This thing? Annisha: Just something my mom got me. Alexis McFarland: Mm.. it's so soft Chirakis: :::watching the doctor pour over the crew roster::: mimipavilion: ::NIP:: Do we know the names of the three in hiding? Chirakis: (2 minutes) Fletcher Jackson: yes, ma'am. Sending them to you. mimipavilion: ::receives the names and looks them up, going over their files:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Sensors go haywire as the psychic field emanating from the Mason begins to fluctuate in both radius and intensity. Several more people near the docking port are struck before the field settles back down, having permanently expanded 10 metres in every direction. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/11/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Let's say another fifteen minutes. Gives us time to start reacting to what just happened. Chirakis: Excellent. Chirakis: Words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: I'm enjoying how people are adapting to the changing situation Chirakis: As am I. Chirakis: Words from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  22. RES Talon Mission Briefing 51805.03 - Season 23 The Talon, after spending a few weeks chasing down the fleeing Othan fleet, was forced to delay their pursuit, in order to make sure several key worlds, colonies or shipyard bases had been freed of Othan influence. Unfortunately, the Othan left a grim trail of bodies in their wake, that the Talon had been attempting to rectify and assist those in need. Having not had the chance to attend to even their own families and personal needs before they began their pursuit, the Talon is now approaching ch'Rihan, to allow the crew what personal time they needed, as well as to restock and supply, repair the ship and file reports with Galae. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM ACTION:: As the Talon approaches chRihan, several ships turn their focus towards it, wanting to ensure this was na an Othan attack STSF Seiben: ::in the oira, piloting the ship towards it course back home:: Lerak trPexil: :: Sitting down in main engineering :: Laehval tTemarr: ::In her seat on the bridge, she raised a brow at the sensor readings:: A bit too late for that, I think. As if they'd return to face our ire. ::She snorted.:: S'Bien, send our transponder codes to assure the fleet that we are na the enemy. KhreRiovtRex: @ This is the RES Firehawk....identify auself STSF Seiben: Ie. sending now. ::transmitting their ID codes:: Lerak trPexil: :: Taking deep breaths :: KhreRiovtRex: @ Firehawk> :: receives the transponder codes and runs them.... "Tallon..... Aefvahd.....au may proceed on course to chRihan KhreRiovtRex: @ Firehawk> :: noting some damage:: Talon....do au need repair frame time to correct that hull plating? We will make your ship priority if so STSF Seiben: ::glances back at Laeh:: Laehval tTemarr: ::She nodded.:: Ie, and have them coordinate with the Daise'Engineer to get a list of our priorities. KhreRiovtRex: t'Vatrix> :: glances up from her work and notes that they appear to be nearing their destination:: Lerak trPexil: :: Is actually a little apprehensive about returning home :: STSF Seiben: ::nods:: Aye aye... m_k_tksa: ::glancing over to io of her nurses who's staring out the viewport:: STSF Seiben: +Firehawk+ This is Talon, ie this will be required. Please coordinate with our chief engineering officer for repairs, thanks. Lerak trPexil: :: Wonders how much of a rest he will get :: m_k_tksa: ::walks over to her and stands next to her:: How's the view? STSF Seiben: ::hope he can get some good rest as well:: Lerak trPexil: :: Gets messages regarding further repairs :: KhreRiovtRex: @ Firehawk> Talon, we will relay au message to the repair frame station, however au will have to coordinate with them for au repair, we are out here on guard duty. Contact Galae Facilities and they will put you in touch with the Quartermaster there. Best of luck STSF Seiben: +Firehawk+ Will do, thank you. Lerak trPexil: :: Looking over the repairs to get a better idea how long it will take :: m_k_tksa: S'har> I'm worried. What we saw the last time.... Laehval tTemarr: Take us in to the shipyards, S'Bien, and inform department heads that we have arrived at the homeworld. Lerak trPexil: :: Had composed a message for his family before arrival :: KhreRiovtRex: t'Vatrix> :: starts to pile several ISD's and map overlays, as well as a few incident reports from various department heads to file with Galae STSF Seiben: ::Continuing on course for ch'Rihan:: Taking us in now. +Dept Heads+. We're arriving to ch'Rihan. KhreRiovtRex: :: steps out of her Chambers, to watch their approach to chRihan rhae the main viewscreen STSF Seiben: ::requests docking clearance in the repair yard:: m_k_tksa: I understand completely. ::glancing at the viewport as her comm goes off:: KhreRiovtRex: A better homecoming welcome than the last time.... :: not really to anyone in particular STSF Seiben: ::begins to dock the ship once they've received clearance:: Lerak trPexil: +Oria+ Engineering acknowledges. Laehval tTemarr: They are cautious. It seems much of the fleet is here being repaired. KhreRiovtRex: And rightfully so........ it's just mice to come home, without shots being fired AT us KhreRiovtRex: (nice, not mice) STSF Seiben: ::safely docks into their assigned berth:: m_k_tksa: ::takes a deep breath:: Right then. I've got some work to do before I can let you lot go. Better hop to it, right? ::grimacing smile before she heads back to her office:: Lerak trPexil: :: Repairs, repairs... after a while even he started to hate it :: KhreRiovtRex: Once I debrief at Galae, I'll update au as to how long we have had, but ie, go relax Laehval tTemarr: ::She turned to t'Rexan.:: Rekkhai, I can remain here and oversee repairs if au wish to visit the homeworld. ::She paused, frowning as she looked at the planet.:: I have na reason to return just now. m_k_tksa: ::settles back down at her desk and starts reviewing the necessary paperwork:: KhreRiovtRex: :: looks back at tTemarr:: I will be spending most of my time with Galae. However, we may need au opions as well. KhreRiovtRex: However, if au wish to oversee the initial plan, I know that will make au more comfortable with the repairs KhreRiovtRex: Au care more for this ship, than most do of their families. Au diligence has kept us alive often. ACTION::: The Talon has docked at the repair facility STSF Seiben: There we are.. Lerak trPexil: :: Tossing back and forth wondering if he should stay. Mother would na be pleased :: KhreRiovtRex: Make sure that if au spend most of au time here, that au do at least get some well needed rest Laehval. Laehval tTemarr: If au need me to debrief at Galae, I will be more than happy to oblige. tr'Pexil will be overseeing repairs and doubt he will need me looking over his shoulder. KhreRiovtRex: There is na need to push yourself while we're here. Later au will be wishing for rest and quiet time m_k_tksa: ::looking over the plans that she and the Kheinsa made for their time on ch'Rihan:: Lerak trPexil: +Message to t'Temarr+ Dinner in mess to discuss repair itinerary. KhreRiovtRex: I will contact au if they need additional information. Oh, and see that the Daise Maenak also takes a break. I do na beieve she had the opportunity to follow up on her family before we left KhreRiovtRex: I will take my leave of au, contact me if au need anything. Hannyyo KhreRiovtRex: :: t'Vatrix takes the lift down to the RAC bay, so that she may take her small ship down herself KhreRiovtRex: TWO MINUTE WARNING Laehval tTemarr: Ie, Rekkhai. ::She watched the lift door close and then glanced at her screen, seeing the message from Pexil. Her reply was short: Fine.:: Lerak trPexil: :: Sees some engineers filtering out, waving at them as they go :: PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM m_k_tksa: ::paused:: KhreRiovtRex: Nice sim everyone STSF Seiben: KhreRiovtRex: So, here is au chance to do what au need while at home, work on backstory, anything you'd like to expand about your character, this is a great time to do so. KhreRiovtRex: Leah, do au have anything for the crew? Lerak trPexil: Nalia au say? Laehval tTemarr: Nope. Laehval tTemarr: Everyone have a good weekend. KhreRiovtRex: Thank au all for coming tonight, and I hope au all have a great weekend. With that.... Crew Dismissed.
  23. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 May 2018 24 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.114 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1015 hours (10:15 AM) Aegis local. Starfleet, we have a problem. USS Mason’s mission has been compromised. Their CO, V’Mal, is holding us captive with the Stone of Gol. Unless we can counter its threat of terror we might not survive. Seventeen security officers who are schooled in mind control will try to overpower V’Mal and snatch the Stone, but their chances of success are low. Previously on Sky Harbor Aegis: We suspected that USS Mason’s mission was compromised, not only because of a garbled message from Starfleet Command, but because whoever was in charge of USS Mason was tapping into Aegis’ database and looking for information way beyond their mission parameters. After some discussion about why we were holding up their mission, V’Mal threatened us with the Stone of Gol. Apparently, the stone turns emotion into energy that turns back on its origin. For instance, the stone will pick up on someone’s terror, magnify it, and send it back to whoever was terrified, bringing the person to insanity. Since our discussion with V’Mal, a dark shadow has rolled through the docking area. It caught a security officer off guard. He dropped to the deck, appearing lifeless. The shadow then expanded and affected several other security officers, then stopped spreading but continued to affect everything within 20 meters of the ship. At Present The affected personnel are in the medical complex. V’Mal is holding the navigator of the transport ship, Polo, because they need a good navigator for this area of space. Aegis is on lockdown and on Red Alert. USS Mason is surrounded by a containment field. Seventeen mentally and emotionally strong security officers are ready to advance on the ship to rectify the problem.
  24. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #988, STARDATE 51805.07 = /\ = The Manticore is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a Federation member. Because of Council suspicions, A9 was ordered to investigate the people in advance of the induction. The ship arrived under cloak while A9 and two covert away teams beamed down to investigate. Statiak has an annual "Purification," 12 hours when the gov't allows violence by the entire population. The Manticore teams, with the help of a Purification resistance group, has disabled the shield generator that had been blocking communication and transport with Manticore. Half of the team beam out, but the group underground at the Resistance safehouse cannot beam out due to an unknown metal in the surface in the ground around them - and A9 thinks he knows why. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #988, STARDATE 51805.07 = /\ = 180507.log
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #988, STARDATE 51805.07 = /\ = The Manticore is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a Federation member. Because of Council suspicions, A9 was ordered to investigate the people in advance of the induction. The ship arrived under cloak while A9 and two covert away teams beamed down to investigate. Statiak has an annual "Purification," 12 hours when the gov't allows violence by the entire population. The Manticore teams, with the help of a Purification resistance group, has disabled the shield generator that had been blocking communication and transport with Manticore. Half of the team beam out, but the group underground at the Resistance safehouse cannot beam out due to an unknown metal in the surface in the ground around them - and A9 thinks he knows why. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #988, STARDATE 51805.07 = /\ =
  26. SD 0506.2018 The team continues deeper into the temple ruins, following a low-frequency beacon apparently left behind by the Captain. They have entered a room with several exits, but have determined the path follows one of the two exits in the "upstairs" part of the large, atrium-like room.
  27. SD 0429.2018 The AT has landed safely near overgrown ruins on a small moon of the Collabras system. There are some indications someone has been here recently, but so far no traces of the Captain. As we pick up they are walking towards the ruins towering in the background along a walkway that lit up as soon as they stepped out. Spooky, right?
  28. The Arcadia away team denies that they are aliens until they find that some of the evidence for aliens' existence involves a picture of a bullet-shaped robot probe that allegedly crashed on the planet. The AT asks for help finding the photo, which is in the library. chatlog2018-4-29.txt
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