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  1. Yesterday
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 April 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. The illness that gave Aegis personnel hallucinations and strange dreams has been neutralized. There should not be a recurrence. The alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis has been dealt with. Task Force Missouri will remain in the area. USS Tssinghua, USS Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space. According to Captain d’Ka, our next move is to not move. The science vessel USS Chi Song is missing. Engineering Ensign Sierra Robinson has been temporarily reassigned to Aegis. Since things have settled down for a while, Captain Chirakis is considering what we have dealt with and what might have to deal with in the near future. The Stone of Gol has been destroyed and the telepathic ringleader, V’Mal, is incarcerated and heavily guarded on a planet far-far away. Strange solar electromagnetic waves almost destroyed Nei’rrh and Argos II. For reasons unknown, the star’s waves are activated by passing starships. Drakel’a, a small planet previously used as a pass-through for organized crime, is now a major hub for the Alien Alliance. In coordination with Drakel’a, the planet AnWard is a major hub on the other side of the cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. The immense Delta Wing black stealth ship of the Alien Alliance attempted to attack Aegis but was repelled by Task Force Missouri. We suspect that there are similar ships in the area. Ragor Tal, dubbed The Dark Lord by the media and Sataniel by his adversaries, is the most cunning, dangerous, and sadistic manipulator in the galaxy. Captain Chirakis knows him well and believes that he is planning to take control of the Joint Allied Powers. It is possible that Ragor Tal initiated Argesil, the Joint Allied Powers' Watergate.
  3. Last week
  4. USS Manticore Briefing, Stardate 52003.30 Manticore was sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone border to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork so his sector will remain open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass was futile because their moral compass was clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with alien prisoners. The crew devised an escape plan and successfully freed everyone without a hitch. Unfortunately, McFly and Kenickie have been drugged by Mork and were auctioned off to the highest bidder. The crew attempted to follow and find and rescue them. Commander Kenickie escaped from the Klingon ship. Captain McFly is still held hostage by a Cardassian starship. Manticore is presently in hot pursuit to rescue him. Kansas Kenickie: Begin Sim Kansas Kenickie: Begin Sim Kansas Kenickie: begin simmmmmmm Callista Tyrel: :: rubs her brow..a bit fatigued after all the action but then looks at Commander Kenickie in that pink....dress? oh my :: Erich Jaenke: :: On the bridge in the seat next to the Captain's chair :: BrenFaliver: ::Standing near the bridge Science station:: Gila Orrak: :: Hears of Kenickie's arrival :: Kansas Kenickie: Scan the area for McFly's locator chip. Cmdr JFarrington: :::sick bay, doing what she can::: Erich Jaenke: :: Looks to Bren :: Kansas Kenickie: :::walks to the center of the Bridge, dress swooshing::: Callista Tyrel: Commander...the Captain? :: notes the blood on the dress...:: You injured? Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ What is Kenickie's condition? BrenFaliver: Locator Chip, Commander? We last tried his combadge and got.... a comedy of errors. Kansas Kenickie: Yeah, I am alright.... it's not my blood. Amanda Davis PhD: ::working around sick bay, making sure everything is set up properly::: Kansas Kenickie: There is a location chip in his arm.... it should help us find him and/or locate the ship. Amanda Davis PhD: :::wondering why she was attached to a covert ops ship::: Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ I wanted so much to look on the inside of Commander Kenickie. Callista Tyrel: I would be responsible for those errors. Sorry . BrenFaliver: What material is the chip made of? It'll help me narrow the sweep considerably. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she's a psychiatrist and a neurosurgeon, for goodness sakes:: Kansas Kenickie: look in his medical file, it should have all that mumbo-jumbo in it Erich Jaenke: :: Slowly regaining his senses :: I will attempt a scan. :: Goes to the console and does a wide-field scan a few light-years out :: Callista Tyrel: + Gila + Tyrel here. She appears alright....she will need a change perhaps. Gila Orrak: +Tyrel+ Disposition? Cmdr JFarrington: ::exits sick bay, enters the lift:: Bridge. Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ Farrington is coming up there. What is Jaenke's condition? Cmdr JFarrington: :::steps out onto the bridge and replaces the junior officer at helm:: Kansas Kenickie: Erich.... you OK? or do you need to go to sickbay. Gila Orrak: :: Eyes Doc Davis :: Erich Jaenke: The aquatic steamrolled my mind. I will recover. Erich Jaenke: I was here to merely take command if need be. Erich Jaenke: I am getting nothing on sensors, but that could be for many reasons. Kansas Kenickie: I sure you did better then I am ::Smirks:: BrenFaliver: ::muttered:: This medical record makes no damn sense.... ::normal:: Erich, here are some mineral profiles that may be relevant Annika Sorenson: ::in the cargo bay, keeping tabs on the Xindi Aquatic:: Erich Jaenke: Narrowing the search. Erich Jaenke: We can raise the gain, but that will raise the noise. Kansas Kenickie: punch it up and find my Man Callista Tyrel: I can work on that Chief... :: tries working with bandwidth on the long range scanners :: Erich Jaenke: We will lose real-time scans while it compares scans to compensate. Cmdr JFarrington: Copy, Commander. Punching it up. Kansas Kenickie: take power from wherever you can if you need to. Callista Tyrel: Rerouting Commander... Erich Jaenke: Shall we request other ships join in the scan? Erich Jaenke: :: Sitting in the aft of the bridge working at a reconfigured station :: Kansas Kenickie: No..... we are on a solo mission here Cmdr JFarrington: ::keeping track of whatever is found when it is found::: Kansas Kenickie: :::Paces and swooshes:: Callista Tyrel: :: looks up from a small assistant position next to Jaenke :: Gila Orrak: sickbay: So far no one to save. Good thing some are afraid of my handiwork. Kansas Kenickie: that Cardassian ship couldn't have gotten too far. Callista Tyrel: :: To Erich :: We have those warp trails and impulse wakes...Cardassian vessels do not have cloaks? Do they? Amanda Davis PhD: :::sighs, approaching Gila:: Everything is set on my end. Anything else you need me to work on, or can I finish my observations? Erich Jaenke: Not to my knowledge. Gila Orrak: We are set. You may observe away. Gila Orrak: :: Will need to watch her, observing my forehead :: Kansas Kenickie: our plan was terrible. Cmdr JFarrington: :::Kansas::: Warp speed, ma'am? Slow it down? Kansas Kenickie: fast as you can. Annika Sorenson: ::nods and heads to the science lab, leaving the aquatic under the care of the scientists in the bay:: Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Punching it. Amanda Davis PhD: Thank you, Doctor. I have too many papers to finish. Well, not exactly papers, but it's work. Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Erich :: You ever have someone under your command beam back two combadges in one mission? Amanda Davis PhD: :::she enters her office and sits to finish several things::: Erich Jaenke: Yes, they are not infallible. Kansas Kenickie: have we picked up any signals? Callista Tyrel: Thank you. :: smiles briefly :: BrenFaliver: ::Looks at Callista with his jaw a little agape:: That was cold. Annika Sorenson: ::enters the science lab:: Callista Tyrel: :: feels a bit rattled :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::checking all areas, just so they don't plow into an asteroid::: Erich Jaenke: :: Feels the emotions on the bridge from the people around him. Pushes it out of his mind :: Gila Orrak: I am going to check on the Commander. Would not be the first time command dismissed an injury. Kansas Kenickie: Action> A faint Cardassian signal can be picked up. Annika Sorenson: ::is informed the chief is up on the bridge, and decides to head up there to lend a hand if needed:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::as her door is open, she replies:: Yes, Doctor. I'll be here. Callista Tyrel: Sir...:: points to something for Erich :: Annika Sorenson: ::arrives onto the bridge and takes Science II:: Kansas Kenickie: Annoying Karl> I bet the Captain is ground chuck by now. Erich Jaenke: We have something that conforms to known Cardassian engine outputs.. Cmdr JFarrington: :::checks her console, then adjusts their heading::: Kansas Kenickie: ::Smiles:: let's head that way as fast as we can, eh? Gila Orrak: :: Enters the bridge, seeing there's a party going on :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Max warp, ma'am? Might be a dead giveaway. Cmdr JFarrington: ::leaves out that we might just crash into it:: Kansas Kenickie: max warp.... I like to make a splash. Annika Sorenson: ::checks scanner readings from her console:: Callista Tyrel: :: notes Gila's entry and nods :: Gila Orrak: :: Gets out her phaser, err, medical scanner :: Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Moving to max warp. Making a splash. Gila Orrak: :: Gets close, but not too close to Kenikie and scans :: Callista Tyrel: What are the odds of a Human being on a Cardassian ship Chief? Erich Jaenke: Cardassian vessels are not particularly efficient. Gila Orrak: :: huffs :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of her office to check on the injured::: Erich Jaenke: Not much, but her mind is very... interesting. Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles:: Kansas Kenickie: :::gets a towel and cleans up her hands... only:: Gila Orrak: I heard that Chief engineer...things you will not find out. :: the scanner whirls and beeps :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the Klingon blood on the Pink Dress of the Commander,s has an interesting color pattern to it :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::total focus on her console, checking OPS every now and then::: Annika Sorenson: ::also notices this:: Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: She has been trained to block mental attempts, but it is fun to try. Callista Tyrel: What about the Captain? :: to Erich :: Callista Tyrel: :: can sense the Manticore ...at very high warp :: Erich Jaenke: What about him exactly? :: He asks, training the computer to keep a lock on the signal :: Kansas Kenickie: Action> Cardassian ship isn't moving that fast.... arrogant spoon-heads::: Cmdr JFarrington: Approaching the Cardassian vessel, ma'am. Callista Tyrel: Do you think he will be alright? :: a bit worried :: Erich Jaenke: +Sorenson+ How is our swimming patient? Kansas Kenickie: Slow us down, lets see if we can steal our man back... maybe their shields are down. Annika Sorenson: She's doing well ::back on the bridge:: Healthy, and she seems to be in good spirits. She's in the care of our competent officers down in the cargo bay Cmdr JFarrington: Slowing to warp 8. Amanda Davis PhD: ::Moving from one bed to another, directing nurses, checking the psychiatric ward::: Erich Jaenke: +Sorenson I will speak with her after this is over. Erich Jaenke: I think he will do all he can to stay alive. Annika Sorenson: Sounds good. Kansas Kenickie: does anyone know how our guests are doing.... I forgot about them. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Erich concerned :: Are you sure you don't want to have someone ....able to handle the load....to talk to the Aquatic? Gila Orrak: They are fine Commander. Annika Sorenson: Our Xindi guests? They're fine. Cmdr JFarrington: ::slight adjustment around a few asteroids:: Cmdr JFarrington: ::no one likes a broken asteroid... or a broken ship::: Kansas Kenickie: Scan for McFly's chip... Annika Sorenson: They're physically fine, anyway. Erich Jaenke: We, she entered my mind to boost my ability... so I'd like to know more about that. Callista Tyrel: oh. :: quiets :: Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: I did not know they had mental abilities. Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Maintaining warp 8. Recommend warp 7 for a good look. Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: Relax, I can feel your anxiety. Kansas Kenickie: lets go to 5... lets not over-shoot. Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Dropping to warp 5. ::puts on the brakes:: Callista Tyrel: :: bites her lip a bit :: aye sir. Gila Orrak: :: to Kenickie :: You are fine now, but visit sickbay when you can. Callista Tyrel: I have the Captain's chip ...resonance frequency inputed in all scanners, Chief. Kansas Kenickie: Annoying Karl> I bet they ate him already. Erich Jaenke: :: Keeping a lock, watching the viewer :: Erich Jaenke: :: nods :: Kansas Kenickie: Action> Callista gets a Ping!::: Cmdr JFarrington: ::Karl:: Careful ENSIGN. They'll take a bite out of you. And if they don't, I will. Gila Orrak: :: under her breath :: Paralysis in Karl's future... Callista Tyrel: I have the Captain's chip ! :: says a bit excitedly :: Callista Tyrel: :: reads of bearing heading to the bridge crew :: Kansas Kenickie: Karl> I bet with ketchup. Annika Sorenson: ::looks at the sensor readings:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Perks up:: are we close enough to get him Cmdr JFarrington: ::tap...tap tap:: Ensign Karl, do your duty and give us an aim on that ship. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Erich :: Can we snag him at this speed? Erich Jaenke: Tyrel, if you like later I can help you recognize any points of worry and how to deal with it. I'm not a counselor, but I can't not blank out a person's mind. Erich Jaenke: No, not at warp. Amanda Davis PhD: ::finishing her rounds, she settles down to other duties::: Kansas Kenickie: ::Curses:: Callista Tyrel: :: does an internal ouch :: Gila Orrak: :: goes to leave the bridge and head back to sickbay:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Glances back at Erich:: Really? Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Commander, recommend doing a swing to the. Cardassian's aft. They'll never know what happened. Erich Jaenke: When I'm not medicated yes. Kansas Kenickie: Get us as close as we can, then beam him into sickbay. Erich Jaenke: Once they drop out of warp we can attempt an extraction. Kansas Kenickie: I believe you can do it at that speed. Callista Tyrel: Configuring our scans...to do a dual verification of sorts...Human and Captain's chip. :: taps console :: Gila Orrak: :: Just before she entered the lift door she thought, for a moment, that Kenickie was talking about her caboose. :: Gila Orrak: :: looks up :: sickbay. Erich Jaenke: Yes. Full power to transporters. Callista Tyrel: Full Power Aye sir. Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Ma'am, if we match the Cardassian speed, we should be able to..... ::adjusts the speed::: Kansas Kenickie: ::balls her hands into fists:: beam him over when you feel ready Erich Amanda Davis PhD: ::has a strange feeling and exits her office::: Erich Jaenke: The closer the better for the confinement beam.. Erich Jaenke: Almost there... Erich Jaenke: :: watching his indicator :: Cmdr JFarrington: Approaching Cardie, matching velocity, steady as she goes. Erich Jaenke: And.... beaming now! Kansas Kenickie: :::Paused Sim::: Kansas Kenickie: Cliffhanger wasn't my fault :-P Kansas Kenickie: Any questions that I don't know the answers too? Amanda Davis PhD: None here. Kansas Kenickie: Thank you Jami & Amanda for Popping in tonight and helping out Cmdr JFarrington: Had a great time. Amanda Davis PhD: Same here. Callista Tyrel: thanks guys! Kansas Kenickie: if there are no questions everyone is dismissed.
  5. SD 0329.2020 When we last left off, Engineering had acquired the services of a a hologram Tandaris, who apparently had managed to stick a "Clippy" program, but for "unconventionally engineering" in the Excalibur computer core. He suggested they "take the device to the spa." Whilst science came up with a novel theory to explain our grumpy T-Tauri star.
  6. Arcadia finds that the data is getting corrupted by a faulty power system on the derelict ship. They find a holo in the data that makes reference to the ship and reconstruct it on the holodeck. chatlog2020-3-22.txt
  7. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur continues to survey a t-tauri star on the edge of Sheliak space while Engineering hopes that their efforts to erect a containment field around the device they bought doesn't blow up in their faces, literally. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Irene Mincine: :: Irene is looking at the latest readings on the funky star from their probe. :: "Could it have eaten a comet or something?" Hakran K'hal: :: in astrometrics, cross-referencing the probe microwormhole scans with their own scans of the star :: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up, considers :: Irene Mincine: :: Val is keeping everyone safe from microwormholes and other celestial nasties at helm. :: William Chocox: Lieutenant K'hal? Which side of the fields do you want to be on before we throw the switch? Rhan K'hal: The side that doesn't have the device, thank you very much. :: stands behind Reynolds for good measure :: Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters, not outside of science being nosy. He looked through the self of books he hadn't touched in a while. His husband had re-arranged them to be in proper, Federation Library order. Hakran K'hal: A possibility, especially if it was a stray. William Chocox: Alright. Throw the switch Reynolds! ::keeps from cackling like a mad scientist:: Hunter Matheson: ::still in the armory, rechecking the recently bought phasers and recalibrating and since they've been checked and verified, he moves on to check the calibration on the type 2s in the armory::: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Or... redirected." :: She's sipping a steaming hot cup of tea. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Kinda squinty and scrunched, has a hard time not covering his bits and pieces just to be safe.:: Aye, sir. ::He tested the fields to ensure they were on and then, in a very undramatic moment, started scanning the device.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading a medical journal :: Hakran K'hal: If you want to try your chops with the astrophysics simulator you can chuck some comets at a standard T Tauri without a protoplanetary disk and see what happens. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Sounds like fun. Mind if I bring it up on the big screen here?" Hakran K'hal: Go ahead, I'm in small-scale data mode at the moment. William Chocox: Hm...was hoping for a true cinematic experience. ::looks over at the data that's coming in:: Rhan K'hal: :: mostly to himself :: I was hoping to say "wrong levahhhh!" but oh well. Hunter Matheson: ::checks with MA Crenshaw and is satisfied::: Hakran K'hal: :: look up occasionally to see how good of a shot Irene is while the computer continues to crunch data :: Hunter Matheson: ::Crenshaw signs off on it, Kal verifies, and forwards everything to Rex::: +com+ Matheson to Rex. System check coming at you, sir. Irene Mincine: Irene> "All right." :: She steps over to the console in front of the big, holographic projection screen. :: "Computer, create a star system simulation matching the system we're currently in... generate a type-3 comet with heavy metallic core..." :: She specifies parameters for the simulation and fires the comet into the star. :: "It's gonna be a minute for the computer to generate results." Cptn Swain: Rex> +Matheson+ Good, good. Let's see what we have. Rhan K'hal: Hell seems to still be contained so far. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Relaxes a bit, watching the scrolling display.:: Everything looks relatively normal, sir. We're getting readings on the structural makeup. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The device seems to light up for a moment, and the containment field sputters for brief moment. Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ The best we could with what we have, sir. William Chocox: ::looks around:: Uh oh... Rhan K'hal: :: scowls at the device, tail swooshing :: Oh stop you little drama queen. Cptn Swain: Rex> +Matheson+ Understood. We can see what we have once we've gone through all of them but... I am leaning towards a requisition mess up. Maybe we should run the serials through the computer. Tandaris Admiran: ::materializes, holographically speaking, facing a bulkhead:: I see you're trying to"”oh, damn. ::turns around, spots Chocox:: I"” ::looks around:: Oh, new ship. That explains the miscalibration. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I see you're trying to defuse a potentially dangerous, unknown alien device. Would you like some assistance with that? William Chocox: Commander Admiran?! Irene Mincine: Irene> "Not nearly enough mass for it to throw it off this far... Maybe we're on the right track though?" Hakran K'hal: Scale up. Try a rocky dwarf planet. Tandaris Admiran: ::looks at the device:: Ooooh, very shiny. I approve! Cptn Swain: ::Feels a disturbance in the force as he picks up a book, but shrugs it off:: William Chocox: It's also black market so I figure you would be even more proud. But how are you here? Tandaris Admiran: ::clears holographic throat:: Er, I mean, you're a very naughty engineer, etc., etc. I'm sure Commander Hawthorne is very displeased with you. Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ Done, sir. What we had aboard are verified. What they sold us was mostly verified. Some serials came as unverified, sir. Hunting them down now. Tandaris Admiran: I anticipated that if I ever left you alone for sufficient time, you'd eventually get in over your head. William Chocox: Commander Hawthorne is back on Utopia Planitia. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::His jaw dropped, blinking at the sudden holographic display, but he couldn't keep from glancing at the alien doohickey.:: Rhan K'hal: :: flicks ears back and forth :: Tandaris Admiran: So I designed "¦ me "¦ to be activated in the event of an emergency involving an unknown alien device. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Computer, same simulation, with a class-D dwarf planet instead, rare earth concentration." :: She glanced at the results. :: "That's more like it." Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking around for anyone coming into sickbay :: Tandaris Admiran: ::looking around now:: What, did you all move to a new ship and not tell her? Rhan K'hal: An Emergency Illegal Engineering Hologram? How you, Spots. William Chocox: She decided to move on with her life. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Who is that? ::Staring again at the hologram as the device went haywire.:: Tandaris Admiran: I'd prefer "unconventional engineering," but sure! Cptn Swain: (( Well, she was afraid if she stayed for another mission, she might kill swain. and starfleet does frown on killing senior officers. )) Cptn Swain: (( Personally, I don't see what her beef was... )) Hunter Matheson: ::turns to MA:: Handing them over to you, Crenshaw. Check and re-check, got it? Rhan K'hal: Hmph. Well, if you're going to do any good then I'd do some good then, before hell does manage to break loose. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( *thwaps* )) Hunter Matheson: Crenshaw> Yes, Master Gunnery Sergeant. William Chocox: That, is what I believe to be a hologram of my former Chief of Engineering. He taught me everything I know about making mischief on non-Federation space stations. Tandaris Admiran: Anyway, get me up to speed on what, exactly, this thing is doing. My program has access to the real-time sensor data, but that isn't telling me much other than that you will all probably want to go to sickbay after you're done here. Tandaris Admiran: ::would blush if he were programmed to do that:: Rhan K'hal: :: decrypts his own file on the project and sends it to Tandaris' hologram :: Tandaris Admiran: Oooh, that tickles. William Chocox: It's a device that causes electronic shut down if sufficiently provoked, and flashes of radiation when passively scanned. Also apparently has a tracker I believe? Tandaris Admiran: Where did you find it? Hakran K'hal: How close? William Chocox: This particularly one? From a ill-tempered, I think he was a Gorn. ((Change to whatever the dealer was if I'm wrong.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Seven hells and stars. This is completely not protocol. ::Slight panic in his voice.:: Irene Mincine: :: Val, meanwhile up on the bridge, definitely feels tingly... :: William Chocox: Reynolds, take a deep breath. This is normal. For us. You're fine. Tandaris Admiran: ::finally deigns to notice Reynolds:: He's new, isn't it? Rhan K'hal: You're working on the wrong ship if you want protocol, Ensign. Hunter Matheson: ::Crenshaw:: I'll be walking the lines. Ping me if needed. Irene Mincine: Irene> "20-30 percent... Looks like the baby got fed sometime in the past couple million years." Cptn Swain: (( This is slightly less dangerous than normal! )) Tandaris Admiran: ::paces around the containment field:: Hmm. So the current containment field just seems to be making it angry. Rhan K'hal: The good news is, it doesn't seem inclined to blow things up. It just likes to EMP them to keep out nosy neighbors. William Chocox: Yes, I accidentally turned off the power on a ship when we scanned a similar device as part of a pre-sale inspection. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> We're going to get in so much trouble... ::Swallows.:: William Chocox: No you're not. Tandaris Admiran: Defensive protocols "¦ hmm. Rhan K'hal: It's also capable of detecting PASSIVE scans. Tandaris Admiran: And what caused this latest "¦ flare-up? Cptn Swain: ::Begins to make hot water for tea, switching into a more relaxed outfit for lounging and reading a book. Perhaps some opera.:: William Chocox: We started scanning it. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Fiddle with the mass and makeup a bit more, see if you can suss out a closer result. Tandaris Admiran: In hindsight that seems like a bad idea, but I can't very well blame you for being curious. Rhan K'hal: Which, if Mr. Reynolds would take his finger off the button and turn the scan off, we might be able to take a few breaths. Tandaris Admiran: Go get the large, oblong, reddish doohickey from my secret stash, will you? Irene Mincine: Irene> "All right..." :: She adjusts the dwarf planet's parameters for a bit... :: "It's looking more and more like our star." William Chocox: Will do. I had to rehide it when we made the move. ::goes and gets the item in question:: Tandaris Admiran: ::smiles:: Good boy. Hakran K'hal: That'll delight the Captain. And since the idea had your name on it, you might be able to skip buying the spoons now. Irene Mincine: Val> "Something's going on down in engineering again, isn't it?" :: She just feels... weird, since right about the time that they turned on their passive scan down there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Swallows again as he deactivated the scans, hands up and off the controls in a total 'I didn't do it' gesture.:: Rhan K'hal: So, did you program yourself to contact yourself in this event in case you wanted to get yourself in on the action, or did you decide to retire from "unconventional engineering?" Irene Mincine: Irene> "Perfect. Computer, save simulation." :: She looks quite proud of herself. :: "Looks like we figured out a working theory on this star system." Tandaris Admiran: I have no idea where I am at the moment. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Feels normal again. She scratches the back of her neck. :: "What the hell..." Tandaris Admiran: Hopefully it's somewhere nice and sunny and where there is no imminent threat to my life. ::shrugs:: William Chocox: ::comes back with the device:: I'd hope so sir. Galaxy wouldn't be the same without you. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: Val :: I'm sure they're working very hard down there, Lieutenant. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: hint hint :: Hunter Matheson: :::moving from deck to deck, checking surveillance, asking questions, checking for repairs:: Tandaris Admiran: Good, good ::takes the device from Chocox:: I got this from a Tholian trader who drove a very hard bargain. I had to part with quite a few of Swain's priceless knick-knacks. Rhan K'hal: Probably for the best, Swain would probably have kittens if you showed up out of the blue. Irene Mincine: Val> "Well, they need to work smarter, not harder, whatever it is they do down there..." William Chocox: I didn't hear that. ::turns toward Reynolds:: You didn't hear that. Cptn Swain: << Everyone selling my stuff. >> Cptn Swain: << Also an Excalibur tradition, apparently. >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Hear what, sir? Rhan K'hal: I won't tell you what I didn't sell to not buy that piece of equipment we don't have. Cptn Swain: << AFK a second >> Tandaris Admiran: ::fiddles with the doohickey:: This is basically a phase discriminator, but much more finely calibrated than anything we have. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs and stretches again :: This is taking forever. Let's tidy this theory up a bit so we can give the Captain some bedtime reading. Tandaris Admiran: I have to ask "¦ Irene Mincine: Irene> "Mm, good idea. Your astrophysics is proooobably better than mine. I pretty much just pushed some buttons here." William Chocox: Good to hear. We also have two other examples of this device. The one that we hid from Starfleet Security, and one that Reynolds happened to find at a random shop on the station where we got this one. Tandaris Admiran: If it was this temperamental, why did you get it? Tandaris Admiran: What did this Gorn tell you it does that made it so intriguing? Rhan K'hal: He didn't even know what he was buying. Tandaris Admiran: Oh, you have *three* of them, do you Rhan K'hal: :: eyeroll :: Hunter Matheson: ::wondered what happened to that piece of equipment::: William Chocox: It's Sheliak in origin and we're right next to Sheliak space. The Gorn just said he had a black market device to sell me. I was hoping for a cloaking device. Tandaris Admiran: And I thought *I* was a handful for Swain. Tandaris Admiran: So you don't even have any inkling of an idea of what this might do? William Chocox: Besides freaking out every so often? No. Every time we try to find out it freaks out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah, this one is different from the others, but looks to be of the same origin. The others just blast things with EMP. This one just ... ah... is scary. ::Nodding in agreement with Will.:: Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: Being a good scientists is as much about ideas and testing as specific expertise. Tandaris Admiran: Sheliak technology, much like the Sheliak, is notoriously inscrutable. Rhan K'hal: The transponder on this one is probably the most worrying feature, to my mind. You don't have a unit call home without a good reason. William Chocox: Indeed. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles. :: "Of course. I'm what you call an ideas girl." Cptn Swain: ::Done steeping his tea, a fragrant blend from Bolian space that a friend had sent him as a present for the new ship. It had light floral notes and some native spices he couldn't entirely place, but it was lovely. He took a sip and laid down on the couch with his book, a copy of a baroque romance from the Endarin'a period on Betazed.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::holds up the phase discriminator:: So let's make this device happy. Instead of setting up a mean old containment field, let's take it to the spa. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> And what... give it a massage? ::Blinks.:: Hakran K'hal: Which is good, because I'm the one looking at the individual needles on a single tree, and to hell with the forest. Most of the time. So, differing disciplines or not, we should be good for each other. Tandaris Admiran: We'll create a dampening field that screens out all the stray signals it's picking up... the passive scans, the random EM fluctuations from the ship's systems, etc. Hakran K'hal: Now. Let me look at the planet you loaded into the gun. :: pulls up the data :: William Chocox: Alright Tandaris Admiran: ::Reynolds:: Exactly! There's hope for you yet. William Chocox: You can blame the person this is based off of for a lot of my eccentricities. Tandaris Admiran: This device will let us create a field strong enough to massage the device back into calm without making the field so strong the device thinks there's a threat. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks her tea :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I think we make a good team. Let's get this theory written down properly so we can present it to our curious captain. Even if we came here for... reasons unsaid, at least we can say we did something scientific." Rhan K'hal: Ensign? You know the box you're supposed to think outside of? Just blast it with a phaser and find a 10-dimentional polyhedron, then think outside of THAT. Tandaris Admiran: ::sidelong glance at Chocox:: I take no responsibility for that. I did my best to discourage you at every turn! This is all K'hal's fault. William Chocox: Of course sir. Rhan K'hal: :: makes a rude hand gesture at the hologram :: Hunter Matheson: ::enters the lift:: Bridge. Hakran K'hal: We get it done and then we can get out of here before Dansh gets back from her nap so we don't get complained at. Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts typing on the console, formally writing up their findings. :: "A nap sounds pretty good right about now, to be honest." Hunter Matheson: ::exits on the bridge, acknowledges the OIC and takes his place at TAC::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Glancing from one officer to the next, so confused that his head was spinning. Turning to what he *did* understand, he started by pulling down all of the containment fields and only leaving one to reprogram.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at the lift as Hunter exits and nods.:: Matheson. What's new? Hakran K'hal: If I recall correctly you're due for a break in your double-shift schedule anyway after this shift, so get some complete R&R. Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn standing tall::: Not much, Commander, sir. Checking our supposedly new phaser equipment. Tactical sweep of the area. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Leans against the console wearily. :: "I've been going through so much replicated tea thanks to that schedule. At least it's almost through. And they'll certainly be pleased with what we found here." William Chocox: You're doing great Reynolds. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Someday, if I ever get put in charge of my own department, please promise me that you aren't going to install a holographic program of yourself to pop up when I least expect it. William Chocox: I'll give you a head's up. Hakran K'hal: :: begins putting the data together efficiently :: I'll shoot this to Izal and Semek for peer review as well to continue the process, but for an initial finding it's still pretty solid. :: nods at Irene's remark :: The Captain will be. I don't know about our XO yet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Are all of our phasers now completely functional? ::A bit worried that they weren't.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Mm-hmm. We can only hope. What's his background again? Security?" Tandaris Admiran: It's not like I'm here to play practical jokes. Wait, did I... ::tilts his head:: No, I didn't install *any* practical joke subroutines. Wow, me. Missed. Opportunity. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "We... can only hope." Cptn Swain: <<Reminder Asher still doesn't know what you sold yet >> Irene Mincine: (( Eh, he doesn't need to know )) Rhan K'hal: That's good, then I don't have to root out your subroutines and scrub them with a phaser rifle. William Chocox: I can work on that later sir. Hunter Matheson: Well, sir... they are functional. Ship's phasers have been thoroughly checked. Our "new" phasers aren't exactly new. Worked on them and brought them up to speed, sir. Checking for outlaws, sir. Cptn Swain: (( I am now thinking about the b5 episode where Nazi makes the mistake of creating a Garbaldi program )) William Chocox: ((Typo? Or do I need to watch more B5?)) Irene Mincine: (( indeed, a Space Nazi )) Cptn Swain: (( It's the last ep of S4 )) Cptn Swain: (( Literal space Nazi )) William Chocox: ((Ok, never made it that far.)) Hunter Matheson: Serial numbers didn't match, sir. So we're investigating. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks over who to talk to first :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Good, good. Don't want us going off half cocked. Copy me on your report to your chief if you find anything. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: soaks in the conversation, then texts Rhan about it :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "And Commander Hawthorne was an engineer, right?" Rhan K'hal: :: pulls out his padd upon hearing the notification, reads it through, tosses out a pretty strong word :: Hakran K'hal: Yes. Odd that we aren't getting anyone on a more dedicated command track. William Chocox: Do I want to know Lieutenant? Irene Mincine: Irene> "I mean, it's not unheard of for them to end up on command track, right? Maybe it's to complement the captain, I don't know. I'm not an admiral." Rhan K'hal: :: texts back to Ken to dig into the requisition data - will try to get that answered before security gets around to asking :: Hakran K'hal: If you were, you'd have let Rhan resupply in Federation space before sending us off to map spacing and do absolutely nothing else. Rhan K'hal: Oh, I'm just going to have to stomp on someone back at the dock the next time I get there. Hunter Matheson: ::setting the tactical console to continual full sweep::: William Chocox: Let me know if you need help. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Unless... you want to set us up for a situation like this..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Tapping away, he reconfigured their field and set it up with Tandy's parameters in mind, trying to decide how this foreign device would like to be 'massaged'.:: Okay... I think... this is ready. ::Still sounded slightly afraid.:: Hakran K'hal: Yeah, my mind has gone there too. Wouldn't surprise me if the Commander has some useful experience redacted in his personnel file. Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> William Chocox: Reynolds, this isn't the worst thing that's ever happened in this department. Tandaris Admiran: The parameters look good to me. Rhan K'hal: Well, THIS department, yes. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: This is your show now, though. You get to do the honours. Rhan K'hal: Still shiny. William Chocox: Pull the lever Reynolds! Irene Mincine: Irene> "Suspicious, huh? It is odd, isn't it. There's a lot that we don't know down here." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... okay... I mean, aye, sir! ::He wasn't sure what all their talk of levers was about. He just pushed the command button.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  8. Sleep well, my friend. SYOTOS.
  9. Name: Sierra Robinson Rank: Ensign Assignment: Engineer Temporarily Assigned to Space Station Sky Harbor Aegis pending return of USS Chi Song. Species: Human Place of Birth: New Anaheim, Earth Age: 20 Height: 1.6m ( 5' 4" ) Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Distinguishing Marks: None
  10. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/27/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were in the medical complex have been released & returned to duty Engineering is working to repair systems. One of us isn't exactly on an even keel. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::cnc:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Eating a sandwich :: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: ::CnC, her office with d'Ka, considering several things::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger for lunch:: Cptn d'Ka: :::discussing the next move regarding the Alien Alliance::: Jylliene: ::losing herself in work:: Annisha: :: Munching down on their new "Quite Possible" burger :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nervous as all get out. Was this a Rihan thing? :: Alexis McFarland: is it Quite Possible that's an actual burger? Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating with Alexis and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::delving into supply lists, sorting through expected arrivals and departures:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Annisha: This is not that bad. Cptn d'Ka: ...therefore, our next move is to not move. Missouri will remain here. Kohl is on assignment. Our task force will maintain its surveillance as long as needed. Chirakis: :::nod:: Agreed. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way down to engineering again, making a few wrong turns :: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, pleased that the old familiar rhythm appears to be returning:: Alexis McFarland: That's what I heard. Maybe I'll try it next time. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to the patients in Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Was glad to ditch the counselor. Not because she was a bad person, but this was all too much right now :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbling at her chicken tenders.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her jumja juice:: Tarisa: ::Steps over to her station, sees everyone else working quietly.:: Chirakis: ::in her office with d'Ka, as noted before::: Therefore.... ::standing to pace:: Tsinghua, Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space? Scott Coleridge: ::at his station, reading a report on the resumption of shipping activities:: Cptn d'Ka: ::nod::: Dacia Sandero: ::Cleaning up things around the lab:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters C and C looking around, the human ensign looks around for the Commander to check in :: Chirakis: And Iowa? Cptn d'Ka: ::slight grin::: Elsewhere, on patrol. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the engineers mill around :: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: I'm glad things seem to be coming back to normal, and I like that chocolaty smell that's been coming from the air ducts. Chirakis: I see. ::handing him enlich'a before she sits with hers::: Scott Coleridge: ::the Commander is at his console, distracted by a precarious stack of PADDs that always seems to pile up whenever he leaves his station for more than ten minutes:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Scott Coleridge :: Hello Commander Coleridge? Tarisa: Miana> Oooo...It smells so yummy, but we can not find it to eat it... Scott Coleridge: ::startled, he places a PADD on the wrong pile and they spill on to the floor:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, what time is it? :: looks at the chrono on the wall :: Oh, was that always there? Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for .....oh my :: helps pick up PADDs :: Cptn d'Ka: ::sips, staring at Missouri that is now docked for repairs::: Sierra Robinson: I did not mean to startle you sir....:: gathers a few PADDs and hands them to the Commander :: Scott Coleridge: Ensign Robinson, is it? Thank you. ::takes the PADDs:: You're joining us in engineering? Alexis McFarland: yeah, that's a shame. Annisha: That is just weird. Tarisa: ::Perks up at the sound of crashing padds.:: Alexis McFarland: What is weird? Annisha: The smell. Sierra Robinson: Yes sir.. Temporary Assignment. The Starship I was assigned to , The USS Chi Song...is ...well Missing...so they needed me to find a place to well serve..in the meantime. Annisha: I thought it was an ad from the eating places. Alexis McFarland: I like it. But it makes me hungry. Annisha: That's the point. Sierra Robinson: Odd when your first assignment is MIA...but guess these things happen even to Academy Grads... Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts her head on the table and pouts.:: I want cream of ice.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: glances at the Commander's door :: mimipavilion: ::finally finishes the last of the mandatory reports, then looks at a personal file of a temporary crewman:: Chirakis: :::heads to the window to stare into space, beyond Aegis and Missouri::: Scott Coleridge: Hmm. I ended up on Aegis after my first posting was destroyed. Sierra Robinson: :: AA once PADDs are collected :: Scott Coleridge: ::gestures:: As you can see, it turned out to be a little less temporary in my case. Alexis McFarland: I can go get us some. Chocolate cream of ice? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits up and beams.:: Yes! Scott Coleridge: I also started in engineering. Alexis McFarland: What flavour do au want Annisha? Sierra Robinson: Well the Chi Song is a science Vessel..maybe it was delayed. Uhm Sorry about your first assignment. Tarisa: ::Trying her best not to intrude on the conversation between Scott and the new engineer.:: Chirakis: I feel your pain,Kh’éile. Alexis McFarland: ::queues up an ice cream parlour and orders three large cones, chocolate, [insert Annisha's requested flavour here], and cookies & cream:: Cptn d'Ka: I feel yours,Kh’éile. Annisha: Cinnamon... Scott Coleridge: Well, station maintenance is quite different from starship engineering. Not better or worse, but very different. You'll learn a lot you can apply to the Chi Song though. And we are also far more cosmopolitan of an environment than a starship, so you can enjoy that atmosphere while you're here. Scott Coleridge: For example, you might have been told that your chief engineer is a Romulan? Alexis McFarland: ::Returns with the orders, hands out the cones to everyone:: Here we are. Alexis McFarland: Cinnamon flavoured eh? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Starts licking the ice cream.:: Sierra Robinson: :: hands her reporting PADD to the Commander :: Well I look forward to learning new things. :: listens :: This transfer is rather...sudden ...so I will do the best I can do with the Chief Engineer..regardless of who she or he is. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and licks her ice cream as well:: Cptn d'Ka: {{Guard your thoughts,Kh’éile. The pain could be overwhelming.}} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starting to calm down :: Breath Pra... Nijil. Breath Sierra Robinson: I'll do the best I can sir. Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD and adds it to one of the stacks:: Allow me to escort you to engineering and introduce you to Commander Korjata. Chirakis: ::casually:: I am, and I will continue to do so. mimipavilion: ::to self:: Hmmm... interesting. Sierra Robinson: Of course...:: smiles and follows Commander Coleridge :: Chirakis: ::Puts her drink aside:: I suggest you remain here for a while,Kh’éile. Cptn d'Ka: :::turning to face her:: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: ::enters a TL and orders it to the engineering deck:: So you're fresh from the Academy? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around reading, or trying to read, all of the displays. The others felt like he was judging them :: Oh don't mind me. Just soaking it all in. Chirakis: I have a few things to attend to. Stay as long as you need. Sierra Robinson: Yes :: looks to the taller Commander...:: I studied mostly ..uhm...small vehicle maintenance. Our Classroom lab was basically a Type Six Shuttle. Annisha: :: takes a bit of her energy bar :: mimipavilion: ::goes and finds Dacia:: Cptn d'Ka: :::nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in the lab:: Chirakis: ::Hands him the code, turns, and exits into CnC::: Sierra Robinson: If that can be considered a specialization. I thought I saw some small craft...military as I came in on the Cargo Vessel. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, energy bar. Scott Coleridge: And here you are, on a massive station. ::chuckles:: But yes, we do have small cargo craft. And quite a few smaller vessels that dock here require repairs. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees the Captain :: Alexis McFarland: ::licks her ice cream:: Scott Coleridge: Commander Korjata also has a personal Romulan shuttle, the Nei'rrh, that occasionally sees some use on missions that require... more discretion. Play your cards right and he might let you work on it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Leaves his station for a moment and approaches Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? You seem off from your normal routine. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as the Captain's door opens.:: Jylliene: Mm. What is the normal routine anymore? Chirakis: :::wondering who is OIC with Scott gone:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks around :: Oh that is interesting. I wonder if it runs on a singularity mimipavilion: ::finds her and walks over to her:: Jylliene: It's draining to be continually reestablishing equilibrium. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well sure, but I watch people. Err, I mean I just watch people as a normal course in my work, not you specifically. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: I understand. Scott Coleridge: ::exits the TL and escorts Sierra into the main engineering area, looks around for the increasingly erratic Romulan engineer:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: how are our patients? Sierra Robinson: :: follows the Commander in search of the Romulan Engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: There's a replicator here too? :: bends down to look :: Oh, for drinks only. Perhaps tiny sandwiches. Chirakis: :::approaching Tarisa as she begins her normal CnC pace::: Afternoon, Commander. Tarisa: ::nods.:: Hello Captain. Jylliene: There's a lot on my mind. I appreciate you asking. Nijil tr'Korjata: Far better than a protein printer. Dacia Sandero: They're doing well, I think most will be healthy enough to be released in the next day or two. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sure. If I can be of any help my, err, desk is right over there. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: runs to it :: Chirakis: :::still in her dress uniform:: I must commend you for the work you have done. It saved many lives. Tarisa: ::One of ears rotated towards Jylliene and Cayne.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Yes, glad to finally see the tail end of this thing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moving around to see what the other engineers on duty are doing :: Cptn d'Ka: ::staring out the window, the pain of Missouri's loss almost overwhelming::: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Thank you Captain, but it was a group effort with other teams involved. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed. I'm going to the CnC for a while. Scott Coleridge: ::finally spots Nijil weaving in and out of various engineers on duty:: Commander Korjata, a moment? Sierra Robinson: :: looking around with the Commander :: Hmm One thing I noticed...some of the Engineering systems have Ferengi writing.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Me? Oh yes sure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily finishes her ice cream.:: Yummy! Chirakis: ::nod::: And that is to be commended. Dacia Sandero: Okay, I'll tend to things down here mimipavilion: ::on her way to tl:: good. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: That's nice. First time I ordered from there, though my mom bought some pints there. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh someone new? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Commander, this is Ensign Sierra Robinson. Ensign, this is Commander Nijil tr'Korjata. Alexis McFarland: How's that cinnamon ice cream, Annisha? Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me get a look at you... Sierra Robinson: Hi! I am Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for duty pleased to meet you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Neejil or Nijil, however you like. Alexis McFarland: ::eating the last bit of her ice cream cone:: And what should we do next? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Scott Coleridge: And yes, while Aegis is predominantly a Starfleet installation, we have some Ferengi, Cardassian, and Romulan technology on board. Oh, and Breen here and there. Scott Coleridge: ::pauses:: Did I miss any, Nijil? Tarisa: Miana> Hmmm....::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: ::writing up some medical reports on the remaining patients;: Tarisa: ::Notes another arrival to CnC with a flick of an ear.:: mimipavilion: ::steps off to the side:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs and holds both of Sierra's hands :: I believe you are the youngest human officer I have met. Alexis McFarland: We could go to the park. Chirakis: :::continues her normal pace, checking stations, answering questions - of which there are few - and eventually stopping at OPS::: Commander Kital. ::slight nod:: Jylliene: Captain. ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her hands go :: Sierra Robinson: Uh yes...Straight out of the Academy. I must say you are the first Romulan I have ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: Really? How delightful. I dare say I am not like most...well, any Rihan Jylliene: ((Boy and how)) Chirakis: Anything new that I should know? Annisha: My father would have it smell like tea, and every girl's hair would be braided. Jylliene: New arrival to engineering. A temporary assignment? Nijil tr'Korjata: What would you like to know? Chirakis: :::relaxes in the chair next to her::: Sierra Robinson: I guess I am going to have a lot of studying to do on my time off.....so many different engineering systems..this will be a challenge! Jylliene: Her original ship was lost. Alexis McFarland: Ooh nice! Your dad did a good job with my hair. My mother was quite impressed. Jylliene: Commander Coleridge took her down to Engineering. Scott Coleridge: I'll leave you in Commander Korjata's capable hands. Chirakis: Excellent. Sierra Robinson: Thank you sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry about the hands thing... part of my history I guess. Scott Coleridge: If you have any questions he can't answer, or need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. mimipavilion: ::hears Jylliene and Chirakis' conversation:: Chirakis: So... while I was gone who was in command? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Try not to scare her off too much. Nijil tr'Korjata: So you are human. So many of them here. Oh, what languages can you read? Sierra Robinson: Oh no...no worries. I will learn to be more diplomatic over time...Going to have to. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I will keep her Commander, thank you. Jylliene: ::isn't entirely sure:: Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: Just some Earth languages I am afraid. Perhaps I can learn more on this vast Station. Tarisa: ::Checking the database on her console.:: Jylliene: ::puzzled look:: Nobody was officially named. Sierra Robinson: Looks like you have many engineers, I took my extra classes at the academy in small craft maintenance Nijil tr'Korjata: Surprisingly, my Rihan is far rustier than I would like. I don't even have a Rihan accent. Chirakis: ::slight grin and a relaxed inhale::: Since we are not being attacked, nor is there any danger at the moment, I don't believe it makes that much difference. However. ::glance toward Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Would you like to see the Rihan ship? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods for someone to take over for a moment :: Sierra Robinson: An Actual Rihan ship! Outstanding :: a bit excited :: Chirakis: Or, as Terrans say, 'in a pinch', you are qualified for command. :::Notices Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have all sorts of beeps and noises if something happens. Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::slight grin at beeps and noises:: Chirakis: :slight turn in his direction:: Indeed you do. Scott Coleridge: ::departs engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Great. E lua i le utupoto i le Nei'rrh, Chirakis: :::stands:: Good afternoon, Doctor. mimipavilion: Afternoon Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both Korjata and Robinson beam to the flight deck :: Sierra Robinson: Sounds like I need to study Romulan. :: follows NijiL :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh it's not Romulan. :: Now they are on the flight deck :: Nijil tr'Korjata: This was faster. :: They were at the nose of the Romulan shuttle Nei'rrh. Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Are most personnel back on duty, or are there still some in the complex? Sierra Robinson: :: looks at the Romulan Vessel ...looking at the " Beak " :: mimipavilion: There's a few in medical, they'll be released in the next day or two. All others have been released. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just like a bird, don't you think? Sierra Robinson: What type of power source does she have sir? Chirakis: And they are well, or are there residual problems? mimipavilion: They’re well. Sierra Robinson: The Shuttle I worked on at shop was a Type Six. This is far more...aesthetic. Nijil tr'Korjata: Forced Quantum Singularity Chirakis: :::nod of satisfaction::: Good. Nijil tr'Korjata: It can't be shut off.. unless containment is broken. Sierra Robinson: Wow! Singularity Drive. I never thought I would see one. Scott Coleridge: ::re-enters CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This can do warp 9 for an extended period... but requires a lot of maintenance. Tarisa: ::Perks up again as someone else enters.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter can even fly it Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander Coleridge. ::slight grin::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's only... how old.. 10 yes. Sierra Robinson: :: not touching she looks at it closely :: Did you teach her yourself? Cptn d'Ka: ::resting for the first time since the disaster::: Sierra Robinson: Does your daughter live on Aegis? Scott Coleridge: ::uh-oh, he knows that tone:: Yes, Captain? Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's a natural. Which is good because it allowed her to escape a barium mining operation she was a slave at. Scott Coleridge: ::did she see the PADD-piles? he never should have tried building a house of PADDs:: Chirakis: Walk with me, Commander. :::moves away from the others:: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's plotting my demise right now I bet. Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks around and looks at the Port warp Nacelle :: Very Nice...errr...uhm well not plotting your demise comment the Nacelles :: smiles :: Jylliene: ::winces inwardly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They placed an electro-shock in her neck and used to punish her. Chirakis: :::quietly, way to the side::: Commander... who was Officer In Command while you were gone? mimipavilion: ::takes a seat at one of the mission stations and observes:: Sierra Robinson: :: stands :: Who ...DID that? :: looks concerned :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Cries a bit after recounting what he read about what happened to her from the medical reports :: She's alright now, but the emotional distress remains. Nijil tr'Korjata: Child workforce traffickers. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: Did you forget something, Number one? Sierra Robinson: Sorry to bring up sensitivity. Scott Coleridge: ::looks surprisingly relieved now that he knows this isn't about the PADDs but is instead procedural:: Um, I believe Commander Kital was the senior-ranking officer... but now that you mention it, I suppose I did forget to formally designate her in command. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's more like a sad story you read on the news feed.. like it did not happen to you, but this time it was close to home. Sierra Robinson: I guess I can baby sit in a pinch..but sounds like she doesn't need one if she can fly this. Chirakis: Yes, you did forget. Next time, do not forget. ::not stern, just reminding him::: Scott Coleridge: Understood. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS. Chirakis: TBS will bring us to evening. 6 pm or 1800 hours. Chirakis: Everyone, welcome Ensign Sierra Robinson who will be with us for a while. Chirakis: Perhaps she will keep Nijil on an even keel. Alexis McFarland: Helloooo Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right... Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  12. You are very welcome, 3 of 9 past 6. Aegis plays tonight (Friday) at 10 pm EDT if you are interested. We would be glad to have you.
  13. All the World’s a Stage Nijil Korjata & Amanda Davis The day had been long for Nijil tr'Korjata and it was not even lunch yet. Administering the repairs and maintenance of a space station of thousands drained his personal energy reserves. Watching the teams work, little dots on a holographic model of the station, was oddly satisfying. The spill on level 37 remained the only hiccup, but as he looked at the chrono it was not yet lunch. "No injuries or deaths. I'll take it," Nijil said to himself. He often spoke aloud as he worked as it helped him deal with issues as they arrived. He could pose questions to himself rather than let all his thoughts and doubts merely rattle in his head. If talking to himself bothered the other engineers they did not say anything. Every so often one of them would answer him if it was a simple problem with an answer escaping him. "The utilities specialist that got the dose of coolant on his uniform will be fine Chief," an attractive member of his team piped in. New or here for months, he could not remember. With so many on the station, people started to look the same after a while. "That is good news." Nijil sighed. "Suppose we need to send a team to investigate." "Investigate what?" Nijil was taken aback. "Why the root cause of the breakage. What manufacturer, when was the faulty part constructed, or was it our fault?" The engineer looked puzzled, then approached. "We could look into it beyond the normal protocols if you like." "Yes, leave no tree unclimbed." "Tree what?" she asked. "Nevermind, please see this investigation to its conclusion," Nijil instructed, looking directly at her. She simply nodded. "Right away SubCommander." Then she turned and crossed through the door and out of main engineering. Nijil smiled. "Certainly a well-trained bunch of people. Could have used this kind of work..." He stopped his out loud monologue as someone important entered main engineering. “Hello, Nijil,” said Amanda as she approached and straightened the Starfleet uniform that she seldom wore. “I see everyone is very busy. How are things going down here?” "Captain...a pleasure to see you down in this corner of the station, the heart if you will. Things are going, well...I believe they are going very well. Teams are out there fixing the station." Nijil straightened his uniform in turn, wondering for a moment if it was on backwards. The communications badge was on correctly at least. He spun up a holodisplay of the station with the workers as dots milling about. "There they are." Amanda smiled as if he was joking about upping her rank a notch. She let it pass and studied the holodisplay of workers. “Yes, they certainly are busy. And how about you? You seem very busy. What are you doing besides fixing things on the station?” She glanced at the decking. “I see that the decking is very clean.” "Oh yes thank you. Long overdue...the cleaning." He blinked, then looked at her. "Wait...pardon, you are not the captain." The Rihan slapped his own forehead almost comically. "Well, attempting to not let this coordination overwhelm me. Sending the right people for the right task. Having the rupture on level 37 investigated. Thinking of the evening meal and how if you let it go time just passes you by." Nijil ran out of breath as he was just running out of things to say. “Settle down, Commander. You don’t have to say… or do everything at once,” said Amanda as she began to notice the ‘strange mannerisms, language, and glances’ from nearby workers. “In fact,” she continued, “it’s time for a break, so… how about lunch? We haven’t had lunch together for quite a while.” "That sounds wonderful. I can't remember the last time we dined together." He said, closing files and the image of the station. "Did you have a place in mind? Perhaps a new place." “This time I’ll let you choose. I’ve heard that Chez Antonio has specials today, but...whatever you would like is fine.” "There are so many places that any will do as long as the cooking smells good." Gestures towards the main door. "Lead the way Doctor." *** Not long after, Nijil and Amanda entered Chez Antonio and hunted for a table. Amanda noticed Captain Chirakis and settled for one a few tables away, close enough for her to hear the conversation. "So," placing his hands on his legs, "what is good here? None of my people have talked about this place. So much replication testing." Nijil smiled. "Even the engineers remain skittish." “Well..,” Amanda began as she flipped open the menu. “Chez Antonio isn’t exactly a regular restaurant. Antonio visited Aegis a few years ago and realized that there were no fine dining restaurants.” She paused to breeze through the menu. “So he decided to stay and open his own restaurant, and he’s thrived ever since. Oh…” Amanda tapped a finger on the menu. “Coq au vin. Perfect.” The SubCommander appeared to be struggling to read the menu. "Was expecting a PADD menu. Get to flex my language skills. Hmm." He scanned the large text for something recognizable, but it all seemed foreign. "The hours lately have tried my sleep. Perhaps I should make that a double." He gulped. "I trust your judgment," smiling and folding the menu up. “Well, Coq au vin is chicken cooked in red wine, carrots, bacon, olive oil, and garlic.” He nodded. "Still sounds like a good choice, both in menu choice and locale. Perhaps I can get a few pointers." Nijl beamed. "Oh! I had Annisha help me cook something using replicated foodstuffs. It really relaxes me after a day of relays and isolinear memory cores." “Wel, I’m not surprised that Annisha cooked. She’s an exceptional young lady. Georgio,” she called to the waiter at the next table. “Two Coq au vin, please. And wine?” she asked Nijil. "Please," he said sternly. Georgio gave a gracious nod and moved on. Amanda relaxed into a contemplative sigh. “This is wonderful, Nijil. It’s been such a long time since we’ve had a chance to relax and talk, and really the first time we’ve gone to dinner together. I hope Jylliene doesn’t mind.” "Yes, a very long time. She is with child, so I...don't know how she will react." He shook his head. "I can deal with my mate if I can handle engineers hounding me all shift long." He paused. “Hounding you?” "Oh you know, asking for approvals, awaiting the next repair work, and asking for advice. Don't get me wrong, the team is great. Just more approaching than I'm accustomed. I mean it's fine. Part of the job." “But you do need rest. Everyone needs rest, especially after what has happened on the station.” "And back to the dream? Did Jylliene tell you of the dreams?" “Dreams?” Amanda was slightly taken aback. “She did mention that you had difficulty sleeping” "Yeah, the replicator issue. People have to eat." “The replicator? You have a dream about a replicator?” Laughs. "No no, though that would be funny. No, the replicators messed with my sleep cycle and yet, the dreams were still vivid. The calm in a storm I'd welcome with an open pillow." “Um…” she mused. “You have bad dreams?” "On the contrary, the place was inviting, the woman there calming, familiar." “The place in your dreams?” Nijil takes the wine placed on the table moments earlier. "A kind of dark room, lab maybe. Mood lighting. I wake up in a bed. The temperature is just right. The hum of a distant machine is just the proper mix of noise. Feels like home." The engineer smiled. "This dream can't be home can it?" He looked at Amanda. "Maybe I need a vacation...again." “Well, no. Dreams are not usually home. Dreams are actually stories and images that our minds create while we sleep. They can be vivid,” she said, taking a sip of wine. “They can be happy, sad, or scared. The most vivid dreams happen when your brain is very active.” "This is my life. My mate. My future child. My current little devil. Don't get me wrong it's a great life, even with the stress of keeping a station running. Is it all in my head? Dreams must be." Putting her dish aside, Amanda rested her arms on the table to speak quietly and ask confidentially, “Nijil, do you ever feel like someone else is in your mind? Something that happens during the day? While you work? When you’re with Annisha? Something you cannot control?” "I believe if there is one universal truth about sentient species across the galaxy it is our propensity to, how is it said, wear masks? Pretend we are someone else if the moment suits us. I surmise this is true as much to ourselves as it is to others." Nijil smiled as he swallowed a copious swig of wine. "I ran across the writings of a sage of old. "All of the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 March 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were affected by the disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri have been released and returned to duty. Engineering is working diligently to repair systems. One question remains: has Commander Korjata become insane, or is another crisis on the horizon?
  15. On the Edge Chirakis Kirel He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else, and now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. ~Lt Commander Jylliene Kital Jylliene’s words to Captain Chirakis were startling enough to immediately call Psychologist Amanda Davis. Had Commander Korjata succumbed to a mental disorder? Did he possibly have a residual effect from the disease that had plagued the station? Had stress given him a mental disorder, possibly schizophrenia? After consulting with the doctor, Kirel left CnC, hoping that another crisis was not on the horizon. “Lieutenant Garand, meet me in surveillance immediately,” said Kirel as she entered the lift. “On my way, Captain,” Garand replied, scrambling to put aside his work in time to meet the captain as she entered the security complex. “We have a situation, Captain?” “Possibly,” she replied as he fell in step with her. “I need to check the surveillance footage from main engineering, Alpha watch yesterday morning.” Upon entering her code, the door to Surveillance opened to a large area covered by assorted screens that hung strategically on every wall and displayed internal and external areas of the station. Security personnel alternately hunched or relaxed at their stations as they monitored and assessed data while a few others moved smoothly among them. Captain Chirakis and Lt Jeremy Garand exited that room and entered what they called The Back Door: the observation area reserved for superior officers. The door closed, Garand offered Kirel a chair, engaged a console and flicked his wrist to throw images of engineering on the main screen. “Any particular area of engineering, Captain?” he continued as he made a few adjustments. “Follow Commander Korjata, since he is in command. And… since we are dealing with privileged information….” She slipped on a headset just as Nijil’s image appeared. “Commander Korjata beginning….zero seven hundred Aegis local, June 1, ma’am,” the lieutenant said, moving aside. As Kirel watched, Nijil seemed puzzled, looking around, and fidgeting with equipment. An approaching engineer startled him, the engineer apologized, and it was downhill from there. “Sorry, sir. Just the MP,” said the junior engineer. “MP?” said Nijil, definitely confused. “The Morning PADD, sir. The issues from the previous day that we need to tackle today.” The commander didn’t seem to understand. He stared at the PADD a moment, then took the PADD and read until he noticed a group of engineers standing next to him. “Yes?” “Your assignments, sir?” asked the team leader. “Assig… oh. Oh! Let me look here. Something good for you. How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls.” As soon as they left, the commander looked up to the ceiling as if he was waiting for something. He raised his hands and whispered, “Any time now.” Kirel reached forward to freeze the screen. “Sweep engineering for an intruder. Focus on the overhead.” “Sweeping the area… focusing on the overhead,” Garand replied, then watched the captain’s expression shift from curious to alarmed as she removed her headset with a sigh. “Secure the screen, lieutenant, and tell me…. Have you witnessed this kind of behavior in engineering before?” she asked, purposely leaving out the commander’s name. “Yes, ma’am, several times. But never out of the ordinary. Things have been pretty crazy everywhere on the station lately, so he’s not the only one to be distracted. You know… lack of sleep, lack of engineers, and especially the lack of coffee.” “Um… coffee,” she mused, relaxing into the armchair. “How long have you been watching this particular area?” "In engineering?” He shrugged. “Just over a week, ma'am." “And behavior was close to normal until recently?” “Yes, ma'am. Close to normal. The medical situation was our first priority.” “As was mine, Lieutenant. For now, keep eyes on. Alert me immediately to anything suspicious. Watch for strange behavior, odd shifts in language, talking when there is no one there. And be aware: this information is confidential.”
  16. SD 0322.2020 Excalibur continues to survey a t-tauri star on the edge of Sheliak space while Engineering hopes that their efforts to erect a containment field around the device they bought doesn't blow up in their faces, literally.
  17. The crew generates a city from the library ship on a holodeck and finds a book shop. There, they discover that some of the data is also stored on separate indexed pods. chatlog2020-3-15.txt
  18. MISSION BRIEFING: Engineering is working to contain the device so it doesn't go boom, while science has found some unusual readings on sensors from the star. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay :: William Chocox: ::starts piecing together the tools to make the multiple containment fields work:: Hakran K'hal: Seeded, no. They'd be a really bad stellar gardeners dumping elements in these ratios. :: ponders :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is working with Hakran. :: "Yeah, that wouldn't make much sense... Maybe they were trying to harvest certain elements? But why would they need a star to do that..." Cptn Swain: ::Frowning at the science console:: Rhan K'hal: :: arrives on the bridge, would rather not stand around and watch engineers build a custom containment field - will go back and sneak up on Reynolds after they finish :: Hunter Matheson: :::sitting in armory 4, trying to figure out what the hell is stopping this from...::: Gees... ::accesses the power cell in the phaser he's holding and mutters a few choice words that no one should hear::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Helping Will set up the components they'd need.:: Hunter Matheson: +com+ Matheson to Lt Commander Rex. Irene Mincine: :: Val is avoiding anything dangerous at the helm. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He threw a glance at Swain.:: You know, you could just go poke your nose into their business and see what they're up to. Captain's prerogative. Hakran K'hal: It's not out of the realm of normality to see these kind of numbers... just very close to the edge. Cptn Swain: I know. But I am trying to be less involved. William Chocox: So, Faraday field, EM field, and Shock field... Irene Mincine: Irene> "I refuse to accept that this star's readings are normal. But I don't know what could be causing them." Maryse Dubois: ::Reading one of the new files in sickbay.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Doesn't look like it's working out for you too well. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Who knew this new position had so much reading :: Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: One thing we do need is a more detailed analysis. So... :: adjusts the sensors to take more detailed, finer-scoped readings :: That'll take a while. Rhan K'hal: :: confabs with Ken for a bit :: William Chocox: And a buffer so that none of these interfere with each other. Cptn Swain: ::Pushes off from the console.:: Maybe I should get some tea. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Break time?" :: Making sure that the sensors are working correctly, doesn't want to lose all that time. :: Hakran K'hal: :: turns the astrometric display back to the star-mapping mode so Dansh doesn't throw a fit :: Yes, I think so. Hunter Matheson: +COM+ Matheson to Rex. ::wonders if he's wandering around again:: Cptn Swain: Or go for awalk. Hakran K'hal: :: pushes to his feet, stretches in that felinoid way :: Cptn Swain: Rex> +Matheson+ Go ahead. William Chocox: ::starts typing on his console to set up the commands:: Hunter Matheson: +com+ The new phasers, sir? They're not exactly new. They look new on the outside - Type two newbie marked 2371, but the contents, sir? Power cells are not only dead, the replacement cells are 2364 vintage and they don't sit right. User might get more damage than it's fired at, sir. Hunter Matheson: :::hands it over to Kurly to see what he can do with it and begins to dig through all the boxes::: Hakran K'hal: I'm surprised the Captain hasn't moved in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Probably be good for you. ::He smirked and looked back to his data padd.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "All riiiiight. Let's let the sensors do their thing, I guess." :: She stretches out as well, arching her back with a bit of a bone cracking sound you get when you've been stressed out for a while. :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Maybe he's on his way down here just in time to see us relaxing." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Maybe just meander in the general area of astrometrics and see if you absorb anything in passing. Cptn Swain: Rex> +Matheson+ Lovely. Well start collecting them and catalog what we have that works and what doesn't, then report it to myself and we'll forward it to K'Hal. He might be able to see where the holdup was. Hunter Matheson: :::tinkering with another batch::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Mutters :: How is this crew not committed... Cptn Swain: I could read a book. Hunter Matheson: +com+ On it, sir. Hakran K'hal: If he's been paying any attention he knows what we're looking at, so I doubt he'd mind or be surprised. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Mm, true." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Frowns.:: So long as the combination also protects *it* from anything happening out *here*. Hakran K'hal: So what's your opinion of the ship now that we've had a chance to actually use it? Hunter Matheson: :::mutter:: K'Hal's gonna love that one. ::grabs a few to help and digs into the rest of the boxes:::: William Chocox: That's a good point. Cptn Swain: I'll be in my quarters ... or walking. Cptn Swain: Or somewhere. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Call me if anything comes up. Irene Mincine: Irene> "The science package is fantastic." :: She said with a grin, leaning against the console. :: "I love this ship. I've never gotten to work in an astrometrics department like this before." Hakran K'hal: :: grins :: They did do a nice job. They finally remembered how to properly outfit a multi-mission ship with science again. The damned wars. William Chocox: ::keeps typing to make sure that happens:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Mmmhmm. ::Wasn't at all convinced.:: Cptn Swain: ::Heads for the lift:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I knooooow. I hope we get to keep using the science equipment and not the tactical equipment... but given our current mission..." Hakran K'hal: The "we're totally just mapping, really" mission. Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the replicator and gets a bottle of water, sips :: Irene Mincine: Val> "That one snuck up on me..." :: She deftly dodges some hazard out in space. :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, that mission." :: She follows Hakran to the replicator and grabs an orange juice. :: "Very honest, those command types." Indaura Ryssan: :: Creating a profile for each crewmember :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::After physically setting up the field generators, he began to configure the power network so they wouldn't overload the system when they were all turned on at once.:: William Chocox: Good job Reynolds. You never want to be responsible for destroying the EPS system. Hakran K'hal: :: Shrugs :: I'm getting used to it. It was a lot easier on the Copernicus. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Speaking from experience, sir? Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs... :: "I guess it's something you do get used to, being in Starfleet." William Chocox: It was one time! ...And it was an accident! Rhan K'hal: :: is satisfied with his conversation with Ken, heads back toward the lift with a nod at Stanton on the way past :: Hunter Matheson: ::Sneezy left to medical, so Grumpy takes over and begins cataloging while Kal continues to inspect the phasers, hand them over to the Master at Arms, who passes them to be tested::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Throws a glance at the kitty as he passed and nods in return.:: William Chocox: I'm not even sure who here was part of that crew. I know the Captain was, but it was Commander Hawthorne in command down here. Hakran K'hal: Though I admit, hearing all the stories growing up from family and all of the Starfleet families we lived around, I think most ships and their crews have a pretty routine time of it. Something about the name Excalibur. Rhan K'hal: :: rides the lift back to deck 13 :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Blinks.:: Do I dare ask what happened? Rhan K'hal: :: exits the lift :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I got Klingon Defense Force stories growing up." :: She sips her orange juice. :: "We got some weird tales, especially during the war..." William Chocox: Attempted to blow up a pirate and wound up blowing up all the conduits in the ship. Hakran K'hal: Oh, I bet. The KDF is a lot more colorful than Starfleet. Metaphorically, our uniforms are technically much more colorful. :: chuckles :: Rhan K'hal: :: from behind Reynolds :: That's his story and he's sticking to it. Hunter Matheson: :::pull, check, makes a pile while Grumpy adds to the list:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Oooooh yeah, on both counts. I'd rather not sleep on a cot, though, or get stabbed by a subordinate... Think I could get the Commander to let me wear a bandolier?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> GAH! ::Jerks in surprise as Rhan sneaked upon him again, so quiet he'd never even heard him. He had to relax his grip around the spanner in his hand, having tightened it, but not swung.:: Hakran K'hal: Hmm. I don't have a read on Commander Stanton yet. William Chocox: Hello K'hal. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Something tells me he wouldn't go for it." Rhan K'hal: Hello Chief, Ensign. Looks like you're making good progress. Cptn Swain: ::Forcing himself to not go to astrometrics, Swain headed to his quarters.:: William Chocox: I'd like to think so. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He threw the Caitian a dark look and hunched his shoulders, muttering to himself as he turned to finish programming the power nodes.:: Hunter Matheson: ::opens the last box to find it...:::: Empty? William Chocox: Reynolds is making sure we don't turn the ship off when we scan the device. Hakran K'hal: There are cultural loopholes for some things like that, but it is command staff discretion. They let, what was his name... Woof? I saw him once in San Francisco. Intimidating SOB. Hunter Matheson: :::deep inhale, long and slow exhale::: Grump, finish up the last box and hand it over. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I think it might be a better idea not to antagonize the command staff needlessly... maybe I can buy them some new silverware." Hunter Matheson: Grump> Done, Master Gunnery Sergeant. ::hands it to him::: Hakran K'hal: :: laughs :: That might work. Hunter Matheson: ;::flips through the list, slow turn::: That's all... we have? And the rest are bogus? Rhan K'hal: I've set it up so operations knows about the extra power consumption and resource usage down here and that so someone doesn't come on shift and wonder what the hell is going on and bring it up to the duty officer. Not hiding things, per se, but not erecting a billboard either. Irene Mincine: Irene> "How much longer on that analysis, anyway?" Hunter Matheson: Grump> Yes, Master Gunnery Sergeant. William Chocox: Thank you K'hal. Hakran K'hal: :: wanders back over to the console, checks :: About 1/3 complete on the scan, can't really draw a proper conclusion until it's done. I suppose we should re-concentrate our mental efforts on the probe data for a while. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I agree, yeah. If we do find something that we're not supposed to find, we should definitely let the bridge know that we didn't find whatever it is we haven't found." Hakran K'hal: :: snorts :: Cptn Swain: << 4minute warning >> Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod goes into another sigh::: Set 'em up, clean 'em off, hand 'em to Master at Arms Kleeto. She knows what to do. Hakran K'hal: Well, it is doing a good job of its main job, it has detected a few microwormholes. Thankfully they weren't anywhere near us. Hunter Matheson: +com+ Matheson to LtCdr Rex - incoming to your PADD regarding the phasers. Hakran K'hal: :: switches the main display back to centering on the T Tauri, but with about a 2 LY field of view :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Great, great. Let's keep them far, far away from us." Hakran K'hal: :: highlights the mwh locations :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Nods. :: "And the bridge is getting all this data." Hakran K'hal: I'm going to cross-reference the sensor data with the appearance of these. We know why it happens, but we haven't had much in the way of recent high definition scan data to look at. Hunter Matheson: :::sends it on, then works beside MA Kleeto:::: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Sounds good. Cutting-edge of astrometrics here, yeah?" Hakran K'hal: Sharp enough to slice a tossed tomato. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Finishing, he engaged the power systems and studied the readings for a moment, making sure they were going to hold.:: Things look good on this end. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking around the rather empty sickbay :: Hmmm William Chocox: Good to hear, let's get ready to do this. Hunter Matheson: ::remembers he owes her a beer::: Rhan K'hal: Let's get ready to not rumble. William Chocox: Pick a side of the fields to be on Lieutenant K'hal. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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  21. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/20/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working hard in engineering... how long has it been.. shift almost over? No? How many hours? :: Dacia Sandero: ::monitoring progress of the spray :: Chirakis: ::enters CnC in full dress uniform, several medals gleam in the light:::: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: Captain. Chirakis: ::slight turn, then nod::: Commander. Dacia Sandero: ::rubs her chin:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: People kept on coming up to him, asking advice, wanting a new assignment... slacking off :: Annisha: :: Looks Alexis in the eye... :: Chirakis: ::steps toward her after taking a PADD from the command desk::: Anything I should know about? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? ::Looks back at Annisha:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shakes his head as he watches his display console :: Dacia Sandero: It's going well, I'd say? Jylliene: Nothing new, ma'am. No changes. Annisha: I'm watching au... Chirakis: ::flips through the PADD as she waits:: Alexis McFarland: I am in the eye in the sky, looking at youuuu... I can read your mind... Annisha: Probably not gettin' much Alexis McFarland: Nope. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the main display, overlays the teams :: Like an ant colony.. Chirakis: ::looks up:: No changes? Nothing? Alexis McFarland: ::dopey grin:: Jylliene: Nothing since this morning. Everything is settling in. <w> No changes on Nijil. Annisha: :: Still sporting the braid :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: An engineer hands Nijil a mug with a hot liquid in it. He drinks.. :: What is this Lt.? Alexis McFarland: Still holding up well. mimipavilion: ::catching up on important reports:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Your favorite drink sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh...so it is. Thank you. Chirakis: (w) No changes... regarding what? Tarisa: Miana> ::Does a headstand for no reason. Grins:::: Annisha: It's tight.. did something to the ends to hold it together. Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: (w) His behavior. Acting very unlike himself. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm. I see why I like it. Do you like it? :: to the engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Not my style sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. Well thanks for the boost. Chirakis: ::gives Jyl her full attention:: (w) In what way? Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC from the lift.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Miana do hand-stands:: Like hair spray? That explains a lot Dacia Sandero: ::keeps a tab on things from her console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the engineer walk away, then looks up. :: Any time now. :: laughs :: Time... ugh. :: waves someone forward :: Next... Annisha: Na, just the end so it will stay together... Annisha: I mean I have straight hair as it is. Jylliene: (w) As was in my message to you a few days ago. He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens :: Spill of what? Scott Coleridge: ::finishing some rounds and then heads for the CnC:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: My office, Commander. Commander Cayne, you have the con. Jylliene: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods without looking up :: Jylliene: ::follows:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is told it's a coolant :: Oh, wait, what properties? :: the engineer indulges him in his query :: Oh, yes. Send a team now. Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: CnC Nijil tr'Korjata: No one hurt. Oh thank the goddess. Chirakis: ::walking slowly toward her office, she waits for Jyl and closes the door when she enters::: Please, have a seat, and tell me exactly what is happening. Annisha: What do cats do? For hair styles? Annisha: Do au hate if someone pats the fur the wrong way? Alexis McFarland: My cat hissed at me when I tried to put a bow in her hair. Jylliene: ::has a seat:: He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else. And now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his chrono... :: Come on... Dacia Sandero: ::checks on patients in the sickbay, glad things were returning to normal::: Chirakis: ::puts her PADD aside as she sits:: A different version? Jylliene: All of the little things seem different. Tarisa: Miana> ::Rolls and plops down in front of Alexis and Annisha.:: I like bows. The small ones though. Not the really huge ones. Chirakis: ::leans back in her chair::: Could you be a little more specific? Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ This is Engineer Nijil. There was a level 2 spill on a utility deck. No one has been hurt, but in case my team was misinformed I thought you should know. Jylliene: Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. He even braided Annisha's hair. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. I see. They look cute on you, Miana. Annisha: If au ever go as a kitten I big bow would be purrfect.. :: laughs :: Jylliene: I feel like internal alarms are sounding, but I can't point to any one thing and say "Aha!" mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Ok I'm on my way. Chirakis: So I assume that braiding her hair is not normal. Other mannerisms? mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia I'm going to Engineering Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: OK Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ Level 37, section B mimipavilion: ::takes a med kit, enters a tl:: +Nijil+ understood. mimipavilion: ::orders the tl to Level 37 section B:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, notes that Jylliene isn't at Ops:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits her office just in time to see Mimi's exit::: Tarisa: Miana> Nuh uh. Jylliene: ::throws her hands up helplessly:: Everything is just off. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Computer, display the chemical composition of the coolant in question from the level 37, section B spill... Jylliene: He knows us, he knows his way around.. but there's just something very, very off. Amanda Davis PhD: ::holding a plate::: Fresh scones, Dacia. ::moves toward the teapot::: Jylliene: Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. Dacia Sandero: Sure thanks. I've just made a pot of tea that would go lovely with that. Annisha: I was thinking of darkening my eyes. Make me look even more evil. Annisha: :: squints her eyes :: Amanda Davis PhD: Lovely. Alexis McFarland: Don't you already have dark eyes, or did you want them black like mine? mimipavilion: ::arrives on Level 37 section B:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and goes and gets the tea pot:: Annisha: :: Looks really close :: Oh my elements, those are dark Chirakis: :::listening carefully, hoping that this is not the station's next problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Several engineers are working on cleanup. There are Space Caution signs all around :: Alexis McFarland: Mm. All Betazeds have dark eyes. Chirakis: ::then nods::: Someone impersonating... :::considering that::: Has he seen Dr Davis recently? mimipavilion: ::goes over to the area, staying out of the mess and calls one of the engineers over:: What happened? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Doctor? We took the standard precautions as repeated by the SubCommander. Jylliene: I messaged medical, but I don't think he's been in. They've been rather busy. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> We were sealing the coolant by shutting off the line in two places, but the far valve did not shut completely. Dacia Sandero: ::setts out some dishes and tea cups::: Tarisa: Miana> Mithraan eyes can almost be any color of the spectrum. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> :: gestures to the blue-green liquid all over the floor :: mimipavilion: ::to engineer:: Understood. Was anyone injured? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Should we be tested after cleanup? Alexis McFarland: I like your eye colour Miana. ::hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Lt. Sales over there got some on his uniform, but he declothed and is sitting on the bench. Annisha: Mine are green. Chirakis: Very well. Thank you, Commander. You may return to your post and I'll see what I can do. Tarisa: Miana> ::Likes her light blue/almost silver eyes too.:: I know someone from home that has purple. mimipavilion: ::engineer:: Probably wouldn't hurt, since it was coolant. I'll check Sales out. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you, ma'am. Jylliene: ::stands and heads out:: Chirakis: ::escorts Jyl out, standing by the door before closing it behind her::: Jylliene: ::returns to Ops:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng :: nods as he squeegees the floor :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Sales:: How do you feel Lt? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Meanwhile in main engineering :: Is Sales okay? :: talking on the comm :: Alexis McFarland: ooh purple! Scott Coleridge: ::notices the full dress uniform on Chirakis:: Huh. Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing with tea and scones:: Very nice, Dacia. Exactly what I needed this morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales> The smell was a bit much, but once I got my uniform off it got better. Chirakis: +Davis+ Dr. Davis, my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Now I have to worry about the other engineers hiding my clothes. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: I'm going to check you out. Tarisa: Miana> One of the guards that came with us has orange eyes. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > That would put my mind at ease., Jylliene: ::feels a bit better having passed that along:: mimipavilion: ::nods and scans:: Annisha: I see what au mean :: eyes wide :: Tarisa: Miana> It matches his red hair. Almost looks like fire. Alexis McFarland: Impressive! Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: +com+ On my way, Captain. ::turns to Dacia:: Keep the tea warm please, if you can. Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits and enters the lift::: CnC Dacia Sandero: Will do! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches Chirakis :: Dacia Sandero: :;to the other nurses and doctors:: Do try to leave some for Dr Davis when she gets back, yes? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (really good eyes, or rum) Chirakis: (Rum. Definitely) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes the comm :: No one melted... Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of the lift and into CnC, walking straight to the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: This poor man has to watch so many things. :: Goes to the main table to see if half the station is drifting away :: Annisha: I will ask my father to do your hair too. Bet he would. Chirakis: ::meets her at the door:: A simple request, Doctor. :::closes the door behind them:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm... My parents would be fine with that if it looks good like yours. Amanda Davis PhD: ::wonders if something major is about to explode::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending himself a reminder for later :: Chirakis: Have you had contact with Commander Korjata recently? Annisha: :: Swishes her head back and forth :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well... no. Not recently. A few weeks ago. Is there a problem? Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes his head :: I'm going to go native at this rate. mimipavilion: ::Sales:: Well it seems you're fine, but go to medical to get cleaned up. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Oh thank you. :: almost goes to shake her hand :: Ah... maybe later. Chirakis: That is why you are here, Doctor. Apparently the commander is acting strangely. I want you to investigate.... or should I say speak with him? Possibly just have a conversation to see if you notice a difference in his mannerisms. Amanda Davis PhD: I see. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Annisha: And maybe he can cook a larger meal. I think he fixed something better than Grams... but don't tell my Grams.. Chirakis: Just to be sure that he is.... psychologically healthy? mimipavilion: ::nods for Sales to medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: Of course, Captain. Right away. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > :: Heads to medical, but out of uniform :: Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. That is all. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is clearing out the board left and right :: With enough people I can clear these orders in no time. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, ma'am. Chirakis: ::exits the office with Amanda::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Beta Team+ Great work on the microfracture testing on the substructures. Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters the lift, deciding to proceed cautiously on this one::: Alexis McFarland: Oooh, sounds yummy Annisha: :: holds up her hand :: +Nijil+ Father, can au do to my hair with my friends' hair? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Why sure sweetie, when I get home and after dinner. Alexis McFarland: Yay! Annisha: :: Does the was gives gesture :: Sweetie? Chirakis: ::her uniform seems to be drawing attention, but she ignores it:: Annisha: I think he's trolling me.. Alexis McFarland: Maybe he is? Alexis McFarland: Your dad doesn't usually call you "sweetie", doesn't he? Chirakis: ::her thoughts seem to be in another world as she paces slowly around CnC::: Annisha: Na, normally asks how long I was in detention. Alexis McFarland: I mean, mine does but that's different. Annisha: It's probably by association. Alexis McFarland: Hmm.. since we've been out of school I guess he has to think up something different. Jylliene: ::feels better assuming Dr. Davis was going to be looking into things:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she enters the medical complex and almost forgets to step off the lift because she is so distracted by her thoughts::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees main engineering largely empty, the teams out fixing things before lunch :: mimipavilion: ::after observing for a bit, reminds the engineer that the team should stop by medical to get checked out:: Chirakis: :::pauses near Scott:: Anything new, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm worried I missed a uniform memo today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt Sales > :: Makes the walk of shame out of uniform and into medical :: Chirakis: ::blink::: Chirakis: Oh? ::slight pause:: Of course. Those who died on Missouri are on their way to their final resting place. Chirakis: I am thankful that there were no casualties on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: Everything all right? ::to Amanda:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::distracted:: Oh... sorry, Dacia. So far, yes. mimipavilion: ::leaves deck 37 and goes back to medical via the tl:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Amanda Davis PhD: I'm just... I need to think something through. Dacia Sandero: Good to hear. Hope it stays that way. Dacia Sandero: Ok, that's fine. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is rough Mr. Nijil. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have a few things to attend to tonight, so we are pausing a few minutes early. Commander Coleridge, if you would assist. Scott Coleridge: Sure! Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Lt Cdr Tarisa, and Cdr Korjata, step forward. ::hands a box to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::produces the bucket of assorted awards:: Dacia Sandero: ::steps forth:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes out a baseball trophy:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around :: Who? Oh me. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: No. The one who impersonates you. Tarisa: ::Steps up:: Chirakis: (w) The other one, Number One. Scott Coleridge: Fine. ::puts the baseball trophy back and takes out the box:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh.. ::steps :: Chirakis: For your loyalty to Aegis and the work that you have done, you are awarded Service Ribbons. ::nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins on the service ribbons:: Chirakis: ::when he is finished::: Dr. Sandero, remain please. The others may withdraw. Chirakis: Dr. Pavilion, step forward. mimipavilion: ::steps forward:: Dacia Sandero: ::Stays put:: Chirakis: Aegis has a very active group of physicians - and that makes sense since most of the crew is in need of physicians at one time or other... Scott Coleridge: ::readies the next award:: Chirakis: Drs Pavilion and Sandero, both of you have given several hundred hours of work aboard Aegis - literally. Dr. Pavilion, you have 636 hours. Dr Sandero, you have 563 hours. Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Dr. Pavilion, for that you are each awarded the Silver Oakleaf. Chirakis: Be gentle, Number One. They already have quite a few so there might not be much space. And do remember that they are female. :::stare::: Chirakis: ::Nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins the awards:: Chirakis: Our thanks to you all for your service to Aegis. Chirakis: In the coming days there will be more awards, so everyone - be patient. Chirakis: TBS will be... a few hours. Does lunch time sound good? Scott Coleridge: Sounds good to me Chirakis: We will continue next week at 1300 / 1 pm. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Chirakis: And thank you for 100% attendance.
  22. Greetings all. I'm an old Star Trek fan (ST-NG my favourite), role player (Earthdawn (the die system and the world is just awesome), Warhammer NON-40K, White Wolf, D&D, AD&D, Shadowrun, Star Trek, Star Wars, and few other. I'm nigh 50 (June 12, I will actually be half a century young), married with my first GF, 5 kids, I am crippled after a 30 meter drop into concrete in 1999, autistic (high-functioning Aspergers) with ADHD, and with a high fascination for Borg and Vulcans. How does role play work here: do we use an online die roller, are there limitations to species (Hur'q comes to mind for example), is time travel accepted, are there specific rules when it comes to interactions, ...? Do I create a new character, do I use an existing one, ....? I'm looking forward to RP, in whatever Star Trek based way there is... Thank you. 3 of 9 past 6.... (Yes, there was a miscommunication with the Borg Atom clock when I got me designation... I blame the Queen... ;) )
  23. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |20 March 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex.
  24. The End of the Beginning Aboard USS Missouri 0600 June 5, 2388 There are whispers in the emptiness between the stars, the meaning of which has all but vanished among the young. ~Ethan Neufeld Clad in full dress Sindar uniform, USS Missouri’s Captain Je’rit d’Ka stood by the viewport of his office, staring into space, beyond the ship, beyond Aegis, beyond planets, stars, and nebulae, beyond what seemed to be nothingness. What most would call a void, the ancients believed that movement among celestial bodies produced a sensual harmony, and they did. D’ka had heard them whisper since childhood. As he grew, the whispers grew with him. And in this day of mourning, the more he watched, the more he listened, and the more he heard. Some things he could control; others he could not. The pain he felt with the loss of 37 officers who had gone beyond the call of duty to help contain the Alien Alliance virus was almost more than he could bear. Commander Lei’ri stood beside him to watch, listen, and to give him solace if possible. But the solace was not forthcoming, so he kept a discreet distance, waiting for the captain’s agony to subside. “Are you familiar with an ancient terran lyricist, ‘Ri?” the captain asked as he continued to stare into space. “One with the surname Shakespeare?” “I am, Keann-aí.* But only what you have told me.” D’ka gave a slow nod, then turned to watch a distant stellar prominence and began, “How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony.” He sighed. “A beautiful piece, is it not?” “It is, Keann-aí. But I must ask, if I may…? “Of course.” “You have often said that you hear many things, Keann-aí. Do you hear this music in what seems to be a silent void?” “I do, ‘Ri,” he replied, turning to face him. “I always have. And what I hear in this music is profoundly sad, like a dirge, a burial song….” His voice trailed off. “Ten days, ‘Ri,” he whispered as his eyes darkened to the deep blue of mourning. “If we had been more vigilant," he continued somberly. "If we had deciphered the alien code more quickly. If we had been more cautious, more aware….” “Keann-aí,” Lei’ri interrupted quietly, “the past is gone. We must abandon those thoughts, put them aside, and look to the future.” After a moment, the captain’s eyes faded to a more contemplative blue as d’Ka turned to face him. “True, ‘Ri. We cannot bring them back. That I know all too well.” He paused for a moment of thought. “The Klingons have Sto-vo-kor, the Romulans have Vorta Vor, the Vulcans have Sha Ka Ree, the Terrans have Heaven, but the Sindar and Qr’var?” “A vast difference, Keann-aí. And we are fortunate.” An hour later the Captains d’Ka and Chirakis, along with Commander Lei’ri, stood on Missouri’s hangar deck, awaiting the arrival of a VIP shuttle. The fighter bay had been thoroughly cleansed. Bits of the alien stealth ship and its contents had been sealed in pods and sent toward the nearest star where the contents would be completely destroyed. Those who had perished in the virus were meticulously sanitized, clad in full dress uniform, and gently laid in burial pods, then draped in the symbols and colors of the house, the family, or the clan of the deceased. Her polished hull gleaming in the light of USS Missouri’s fighter bay, the shuttle settled silently on the deck. The captains and commander processed to stand by the ramp. With jaws set, eyes front, and expressions stern, they paused, then stepped to the side and turned, waiting to flank those who would exit. A moment later, with a whisper of hydraulics, the shuttle’s ramp lowered before a sea of blue, red, white, gold, silver, and gray—superior officers of the Joint Allied Powers. From the shuttle’s darkened interior the officers emerged and processed shoulder to shoulder, rank upon rank in strict formation, dress uniforms studded with insignia. A crisp command echoed from the bay’s entrance, bringing rank upon rank to sharp attention. The Honor Guard advanced in slow, strict step, their ceremonial boot heels clicking a cadence on the deck plates and cutting through the otherwise complete silence of the bay. At the bottom of the ramp, their boots slapped together before they executed a crisp about face and presented the flags of the Joint Allied Powers in tribute before the assembly, ready for the pallbearers to carry the deceased into the shuttle, to a place of honor where they would begin their journeys home. __________________ Keann-aí - The formal Sindar word for captain.
  25. SD 0315.2020 Engineering is working to contain the device so it doesn't go boom, while science has found some unusual readings on sensors from the star.
  26. MISSION BRIEF: Exploration of the T-Tauri star system continues, as does poking around with the device in engineering. TBS is, like DST, not real and we pick up where we left off. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: still in astrometrics :: Okay, enough with the boring data, let's see what this TTS is made of. :: switches the fancy display to the star :: Hunter Matheson: ::bridge, checking out the security console, and about to move out to check the officers on watch::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay for a moment :": William Chocox: ::turns to Rhan:: So, it's set up to make a whole lot of light and/or disable any electronics around it if it's scanned. Rhan K'hal: Seems like it. I bet if I'd done an active scan we'd be having this conversation in the dark. I think that was the warning level. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Also in astrometrics. :: "Well, it's a star... so hydrogen, I'd assume..." Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking through medical records :: William Chocox: Oh, right, you only used a passive scan for this one. Cptn Swain: :: On the bridge, trying o let science actually do their thing and not put his nose in it. But it was hard!:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Recoils in her seat on the bridge. :: "Did anyone else feel that?" :: After the little warning beacon in engineering went off. :: Hunter Matheson: ::and everything seems to be normal, so he logs out and looks up::: ::Val:: No, ma'am Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> A containment field? That'd be easy enough to set up. Hakran K'hal: It has plenty of that, but it isn't burning it yet. All the heat and light is still from gravitational contraction. I'd say we're looking at one at least 9 million years old as the optical variability is very high. William Chocox: ::turns to Reynolds:: Come again? Rhan K'hal: A very, very, very good one. This isn't a prank isocracker. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> A containment field? We could vary the frequency to keep it from communicating with anything else, couldn't we? William Chocox: Yes, yes we could. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Very recently formed, then. No wonder the sensors are reading all kinds of spatial distortion near it." Hunter Matheson: ::stands on the bridge for a moment to be sure that all is secure::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He sighed as he flicked another report off his padd and glanced at Swain.:: I never know what to do with myself on these kind of missions. It's when I get caught up on all my reports, though. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: at operations :: Feel it, no, but I see there was a blip down in engineering. Your ah... gear is very sensitive ma'am. William Chocox: Side note, does anyone else think that someone on the bridge noticed what happened? Rhan K'hal: If Ken didn't he's getting yelled at. William Chocox: Apologies, I haven't had the chance to meet all of your staff, who's Ken? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Shakes her head. :: "It shouldn't be, it's not like I have a VISOR. I don't usually pick up stuff down there." Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Meanwhile, I am trying to force myself to sit on my hands. Rhan K'hal: Ensign Obee, he's my main backup for bridge operations. William Chocox: Ah, yes, like Ensign Reynolds for me. Unless I happen to find a hapless J.G. to do something dangerous. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking through sickbay, doing a small inspection.:: Cptn Swain: << Is his middle name Won >> Hunter Matheson: :::all seem to have settled in, so he exits the bridge to begin his usual watch check:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: looking over the sensor data :: It was a major mid-range EM release. Primarily visual light but a little bit up and down. They're going to wake up with a tan tomorrow. Everything seems to be normal though, so apparently they weren't overly concerned by it. Cptn Swain: Rex> +Hunter+ Rex to Hunter. Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ Matheson here, sir. Rhan K'hal: (( no middle name XD )) Irene Mincine: Val> :: Looks back to her console. :: "Mm. They did tell me to stay away from high-powered neural band emitters when I got this crap put in my head." Hakran K'hal: No circumstellar disk with this star, not surprising from the lack of material in this area of space. It's quite young compared to most of its stellar neighbors, though. Cptn Swain: Rex>+Hunter+ Can you come down to armory ::looks:: 4. Hakran K'hal: :: rubs his beard :: Indaura Ryssan: Doctor... Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ Aye, aye, sir. On my way. ::enters the lift::: Deck 4 William Chocox: So, we set up the containment field, and then what? Irene Mincine: Irene> "I should be able to filter out some of the solar wind turbulence, which would give us another few seconds warning on any microwormholes we find." Rhan K'hal: So we need a containment field that can keep that from turning the ship off, and potentially sending off a signal with that transponder. Then we have to figure out how to figure it out without it committing suicide. Hakran K'hal: Sounds good. Hunter Matheson: ::exits on four, enters the armory and moves toward the commander:: Problem, sir? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... and also disabling any self destruct methods it may have. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up to see Indaura.:: Hello. Hunter Matheson: ::nods to the Master at Arms::: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowning, holding a PADD and looking at a tray of open hand phasers:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Do we have anything we're supposed to be... unofficially looking at, yet?" :: She's working at one of the consoles in the side of the room. Hunter Matheson: ::curious:: William Chocox: Have we seen any self destruct methods on the other... ::looks around to make sure that Stanton isn't around:: two devices we have? Cptn Swain: Rex> Oh good, Mister Matheson. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Feels a tingle.:: Hakran K'hal: No idea, Rhan took care of the program to flag any unusual activity. I assume it will notify me if there's something I need to care about. I'm sure he's got an alert for anything of interest to him. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Puts the PADD down and hands him one of the phasers. It looks completely dead.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Not exactly, but I thought we should take precautions just in case. Indaura Ryssan: I am just looking over personnel records Hunter Matheson: ::takes the phaser in hand, checks it out, opens it to check internal mechanism::: They're all like this, sir? ::takes another and checks it out::: William Chocox: Good thinking Reynolds. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. :: frowns over the data from the star :: The lithium depletion of this star is looking odd. There isn't as much as there should be based on other characteristics. Maryse Dubois: Ah, looking for more patients? Cptn Swain: Rex> Not just this crate, but apparently everyone we have aboard that were in the original fulfillment order when we shipped out. They also aren't properly calibrated. Indaura Ryssan: And seeing what I am up against. Rhan K'hal: I'm all for "just in case" when "boom" is the reason. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, he loves knowing things before we do, doesn't he... Lithium depletion? That's an odd characteristic, isn't it? What would cause that?" Indaura Ryssan: I think Irene is my most special case... I mean anyone can have their own demons. William Chocox: Of course. Let's get to work. Hunter Matheson: ::and checks another::: Not... exactly a good thing, sir. ::looking up:: Purposely, sir, or the wrong requisition? Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Master at Arms Crenshaw.... get over here! ::waves a hand::: Hunter Matheson: Crenshaw> Here Master Gunnery Sergeant. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Shrugs:: I'll leave that, along with replacing the power cells and getting calibrated in your capable hands. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods:: Indeed Hakran K'hal: It could be that there wasn't much to start with. Not unheard of. That would throw the aging calculation off. Which means this could be closer to a Hayashi contraction than I expected. Cptn Swain: :Rex> ::picks back up his PADD:: Let me know when you're done. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. ::thinking heads are gonna roll:: Indaura Ryssan: I know so little about her... :: scrolls through :: Cptn Swain: << What;s to know Indaura. Her picture is next to the word "trouble" in the starfleet dictionary, in three different languages. >> Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Has a look like someone who passed college astronomy with a C. :: "I'm... a little behind on my exceptional stellar cartography. What's that mean to us?" Indaura Ryssan: << The dictionary entry is Irene --- see trouble.... Trouble --- See Irene >> Cptn Swain: << Standard, Klingon, and... *squints* Bolian? >> Hunter Matheson: Mr Crenshaw, have a look. ::Hands him a phaser::: Needs power cell replacements and calibration. And I want it NOW. Understood? Hakran K'hal: It means that it could be closer to starting nuclear fusion rather than just being a hot ball of spinning gas. Or in the phase where it can more often have a case of stellar flatulence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Scoots to equipment storage to start collecting things they'd need for their experiment.:: Hunter Matheson: Crenshaw> ::turning it over in his hands:: Yes, Master Gunnery Sergeant. I'm on it. Rhan K'hal: :: letting Will and Reynolds do their thing with containment, borrows a console to more closely analyze the device's little hissy fit earlier :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Oh! :: "Ah, OK. We obviously don't want to run into solar flares or gamma ray emissions..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( No one has ever been hurt from an overdose of Gamma Rays. )) Hakran K'hal: Considering TTS gas jets can extend for hundreds of AUs, that'll mar our new paint job. Hunter Matheson: More than just you, Crenshaw. Every. Single. Box. Plus anyone who has a new phaser. I know we have replacements. Find 'em, and get going. Indaura Ryssan: (( No, the line is no one has never not been hurt from an overdose of gamma rays )) Hakran K'hal: I'm gonna get the Captain on line, he'll want to know this. William Chocox: ::starts getting things ready with Reynolds:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "And the crap it leaves behind will make picking up probe transmissions pretty difficult. Yeah, they'll wanna know this..." Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Hakran to Captain Swain. Cptn Swain: +Hak+ Go ahead. Hunter Matheson: ::as he steps out of the armory:: +call+ All off-duty security report to the armory. You have five minutes to get there or I'll have your butts. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ It seems our subject might look a little young for its age. The lithium depletion for this TTS is out of norm based on other factors. We might have a cranky baby on our hands. Cptn Swain: +Hak+ Good to know. I'll have helm give us some additional distance. Maryse Dubois: Just don't push the wrong buttons and you'll be fine. Hunter Matheson: :::steps aside while they pile in, Kal taking the lead to open boxes and examine even the smallest piece of hardware::: Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Val:: Expand our orbit out ::glances down to his armchair console:: another .75 AUs Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ I'll dig in and see what else I can find to narrow down the evolution of this thing. K'hal out. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Enters commands on the helm console. :: "Aye, raise orbital altitude. Hazard index reduced by 2.8." Hakran K'hal: There, we'll get a little further upwind from the gassy baby star. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Hopefully it doesn't spit up on us..." Indaura Ryssan: So many buttons... Hakran K'hal: Yeah, we're not even babysitting. William Chocox: ::Reynolds:: So, we'll need an EM field, and a shock field, and probably a Faraday field. Hakran K'hal: Okay. Let's take a dive into the elements. See if we can narrow down why this is so lithium depleted, and if there's anything else that it might've ate that it shouldn't have. Hunter Matheson: ::they form into groups and begin checking equipment while Kal takes the list of personnel who have new phasers that might need repair::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Scratches his head.:: Might be tricky to get all of those overlayered without interference. Maybe if we set up a buffer unit, as well? Maryse Dubois: Lots and lots of buttons. William Chocox: Good thinking again Reynolds. This is why I took you on the station with me. Rhan K'hal: +Ken+ K'hal to Obee. How're we doing up there? Irene Mincine: Irene> "All right... configuring the lateral sensors for stellar elemental analysis... that's a lot of carbon monoxide..." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +K'hal+ We've altered our position a bit, apparently this star might be "cranky" according to Lt. K'hal. I take it no one is running around down there feeling extra crispy, sir? Hunter Matheson: +OPS+ Matheson to OPS. Rhan K'hal: +Ken+ Just seeing stars, Ken. It was... nothing to worry about. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +K'hal+ Gotta jump sir. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Hunter+ Operations. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Is this a T Tauri or a crock pot, it's doing a lot of cooking for something that doesn't even have its pilot lit yet. Hunter Matheson: +OPS+ All personnel aboard who were in the original fulfillment order for arms need recalibration. Have them report to the armory if they are in use. Irene Mincine: Irene> "We still don't know *everything* about stellar formation. Maybe we found a basket case star that's not common." Hunter Matheson: +OPS+ That is, all personnel who received arms from the original arms fulfillment order. We don't need to recalibrate the personnel. ::slight smirk:: Hunter Matheson: ::although he can think of a few personnel who might need recal:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Beaming from Will's praise. He carried an entire armload full of crap to the work station.:: William Chocox: ::takes his own pile of stuff over to start working with him:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Hunter+ That makes more sense. I'll forward the message but without command auth they're not going to just be able to pick up and run down to the armory right now. You'll have to take them as they come. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Quirks a brow at Obee's conversation and just sighs, wondering what else could have gone wrong at the station.:: Hunter Matheson: +Obee+ Understood, sir. William Chocox: ((It's not like anyone purchased illegal technology through a shady vendor Commander.)) Rhan K'hal: :: heads over to where Will & Reynolds were working :: Our light show didn't go unnoticed, but Ken didn't raise a flap over it. Though from looking at the internal scan data all y'all without fur in the way might be a shade darker tomorrow. Hakran K'hal: That'd make the Captain's day, wouldn't it? William Chocox: It's not like I go sunbathing all that often. It'll fade. Thank you for passing that along though. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiling. :: "Sure would, if we're the first to discover the Irene-K'hal star." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: cross-references the order data, sends the notice to people who need their weapons tweaked :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Frowns.:: But... it'll only be on the front half. The back of my neck is going to look like a vampire's by comparison. Hunter Matheson: :::as soon as a few are fixed, the MGS sends the checked and recalibrated arms to disburse among those who need them::: Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Hakran K'hal: If you're going first name, so am I, or Rhan'll try to share it. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Neverrrrrrr." :: She goes back to scanning the star's elemental composition. :: Rhan K'hal: Let me know when you're up and running, I need to poke my nose into a few other places for a bit. Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn toward a grumbling security officer::: You got a problem with this Siegfried? William Chocox: Guess we could configure the holodeck to simulate sunbathing for the back half. William Chocox: And will do K'hal. Hunter Matheson: Siegfried> :::big sneeze::: Yes, Master Gunnery Sergeant. I'm..:::sneeze::: allergic. Rhan K'hal: :: heads out of Engineering :: Hunter Matheson: ::in his face:: Then how the hell did you ever get a posting in security? Hunter Matheson: Siegfried> Nothing else...::: sneeze:: left, Master Gunnery Sergeant. ::::sneeze::: Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Higher boron concentration than I would expect in a TTS as well. Hakran K'hal: The cloud that popped this baby out was on a weird diet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Relaxes a bit with the kitty finally gone. He didn't want to say anything else stupid. Though, he still thought silent-footed species should come with warning sounds or something. It just wasn't fair.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hand out for the phaser::: Get to medical for a checkup. ::sharp turn:: Kurly, take over. Hunter Matheson: Kurly> Aye, Master Gunnery Sergeant. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Boron, too? We sure that it wasn't seeded by someone 9 million years ago?" Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  27. Arc discovers the origin and potentially the purpose (a scale backup) of the library computer. They decide to find a city from it and recreate it on the holodeck. chatlog2020-3-8.txt
  28. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/13/20 = /\ = = /\ = 4 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.156 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Science and Missouri personnel are close to finding a cure for the illness on Aegis and Missouri. Hopefully the toxin will be neutralized via the environmental systems. A plan to relocate the gremlins to another planet is in progress. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::taking over Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the plan:: Jylliene: ::somewhat tired; didn't sleep well, worried about whatever was going on with Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Chirakis: :::entering CnC, pausing for threat assessment, then proceeding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil wondered how many hours had it been since he did not wake up in the night... actually slept pretty well. Must have been the hum of the station :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Chirakis: :::turns at the sound of a certain person entering who is late for his post::: Annisha: :: Working at her station for remote school :: Chirakis: :::Scott:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::still sleeping:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::documenting what she can from an aux station on the CnC. Should be fascinated with the biological discoveries going on but can't quite shake the daze she feels:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters main engineering, sees all of the people :: Oh my. Jylliene: ::scrolling the info:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working at his post, this time looking inward at the people on the station :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on a redistribution system for Tarisa's sugar-based solution:: Scott Coleridge: Morning, Captain. Chirakis: ::begins to wander from station to station, trying to put aside most of what has happened in the last few days::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moves over to the main table that shows the entire station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to herself :: Is this what you do.... Chirakis: :::she notices that there are some on duty who probably did not sleep well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ahh! :: jumps at an engineer approaching him :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Sorry sir, just the MP. Nijil tr'Korjata: MP? mimipavilion: ::satisfied with the plan and goes to Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Morning PADD...? The issues from the previous day we need to tackle today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh sure. :: takes padd. Starts to read :: Thank you, Lieutenant. Chirakis: :::stops at the OPS console and speaks quietly::: Commander Kital. ::quizzical nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is a big place. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: How’s the distribution going for the Tarisa's solution Jylliene: Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::begins reviewing reports from the previous shift:: Chirakis: You seem... distracted. Is there a problem? Dacia Sandero: It's going well, so far. I am hopeful it'll work. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Placing a hand on his hip :: Jylliene: Only those things I've already mentioned to you ::quietly:: mimipavilion: Me too. How soon do you think we can get it out? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Snaps his hand away :: No no... :: looks at the padd again :: Chirakis: ::slow nod:: Chirakis: :::also notices Lt Dran's apparent exhaustion::: Dacia Sandero: Well, that I'm not 100% sure on right now, since we've only just started but I would hope within the morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He could feel the anxiety rise as he read over the duty logs :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, I'll let you get back to it. Don't forget to take breaks. Jylliene: ::murmured:: He went to shift as usual this morning. Still seeming very off. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: reading was a challenge, but it was becoming easier :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on it, replicating enough of the solution to distribute to the whole station and possibly shipyard:: Dacia Sandero: I will, thanks Mimi. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I think you say that every sim...) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Noticed a set of engineers standing next to him :: Yes?' Chirakis: :::listening without looking at her::: Jylliene: (well, perhaps...) Nijil tr'Korjata: Eng Group Leader: Your assignment sir? Chirakis: ::eyes on Dran::: mimipavilion: I'll let you get back to it. I'll be in my office. ::goes back to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and keeps on working with her medical and science staff:: Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly, unsure what else to do:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Assig… oh oh. Let me look here. Something good for you :: looks :: fine people. :: pauses for a moment :: How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::marking everything she enters for later review:: Chirakis: (w) :::Jyl:: There are others who can take OPS if you need a break or otherwise. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Touches his chin... notices he forgot to shave, frowns :: Jylliene: (w) I may take you up on that. Jylliene: (w) barely slept. Felt...vulnerable. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up into the ceiling as if waiting for something, raises his hands, quietly saying :: Anytime now. Chirakis: (w) Perhaps an hourly rotation? Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: (w) Very well. You will be relieved in an hour. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thought of him, and what he must be going through :: Oh my.... Jylliene: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::drinking some tea whilst she works:: Chirakis: :::moves on toward Dran::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Realized time is very relative and raising his hands would make no difference :: Chirakis: 10:30 PM mimipavilion: ::in her office going over reports making sure their up-to-date:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright, next group. :: waves them to him :: Jylliene: ::breathes a slight sigh of relief:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, the girl... +Annisha+ Nijil to Annisha. Annisha: +Nijil+ Ie father? Au fall again? Chirakis: :::casual approach::: Lt Dran ::nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ I what? No no, wanted to wish you a good day and I will help you with your astrophysics math when I get home. Annisha: :: Looking a bit perplexed :: +Nijil+ Sure thing pops. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Good little flower, father out. Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up and connects to her terminal:: Chirakis: I trust you are well. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Message to Jylliene+ Something with rice tonight? I have a spice inspiration. Dacia Sandero: (curry) Alexis McFarland: ::in her blanket, as she sits at her terminal connects with Annisha:: Jylliene: +msg to Nijil+That sounds appealing. Scott Coleridge: ::watching Chirakis make the rounds out of the corner his eye:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Clears out a few more crews and sends them on their way :: Does he do any actual work? Tae'Lynn Dran: That might be a generous assessment but I think most of us are feeling the fatigue. Chirakis: :::wondering if the new rotation is working, or if it is being used at all::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Msg to Jylliene+ Wonderful. See you tonight hun. Chirakis: Indeed most of us are. Have you slept lately? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes over to the replicator, looks at the menu :: When in Rome... Tae'Lynn Dran: Last night more than before but I think that only reminded me of what I've been missing. Annisha: +Alexis+ :: puts her in the corner of her display :: Meanest Rihan on the station at your service. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, so many teas... Chirakis: ...and that would be? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watched a past vid of Nijil walking to his duty station :: An odd Rihan. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blink:: Sleep Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog. ::does the same:: Chirakis: And how many hours of sleep are you getting? Nijil tr'Korjata: Replicator, the strongest tea you have please, ninety-five centigrade Tae'Lynn Dran: I can not say for sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes the tea and sips it :: Mmmm Chirakis: So... are you working on the virus, or otherwise? Scott Coleridge: ::noticing some reports from departments that some people are working longer hours, despite the new rotations, because they think it's the best way to beat this problem:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I am documenting the research for later review. Chirakis: ::checks the chrono::: Lt Dran, put your work aside and get some rest. And that is not a suggestion. Alexis McFarland: ::works on their assignments and stuff:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, Yes sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eyes roll back and sips even more of the tea :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::logs out of her station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are having this tonight. :: says loudly, catching the attention of the other engineers. Nijil looks up :: Oh, the tea is really good. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the lift:: Chirakis: ::wanders toward Scott::: Commander, the ventilation system is working well and we have fewer personnel having problems. It's time to settle down, is it not? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I concur. Annisha: +Alexis+ Working on the same thing I am. :: shows her the whiteboard :: Chirakis: :::slight chuckle::: (w) We have a stand-by shift that has never been used. Within the hour we will make good use of it. Alexis McFarland: :sees:: Yeah. I'm stuck on the second part. Scott Coleridge: I'll make some preparations. Alexis McFarland: ::looks like she's wrapped up like a burrito:: Annisha: :: Looks at the image of Alexis :: Are au trying to make me hungry? Alexis McFarland: I'm just tryna be warm. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hmm.. Pretty warm here, but since they don't want us congregating, here we are. Chirakis: :::moves to the command console and orders the stand-by shift::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to his office and sits :: Alexis McFarland: Yes, here we are. But at least I can be in my PJs and blanket Chirakis: 10:55 PM Annisha: :: swishes her head around :: +Alexis+ Do au like my braids? Scott Coleridge: ::distributing stand-by shift standing orders:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to Dacia:: Hey quick question: Do we have enough to get it through the ventilation system here? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Oooh! Pretty! Did you just get them? Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie. Guess who did them? Chirakis: ::relaxes into the chair to read a notice from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up at Mimi:: Based on our research, yes we should have enough for the whole station. Alexis McFarland: Uhh, Jyliene? Jylliene: (Nah, Jyl can't braid. She can rock a ponytail, though) Alexis McFarland: Don't tell me it was your pop? mimipavilion: Ok. Let's get it installed immediately and I'll let the Command staff know. Annisha: +Alexis+ Au think it would be my mom, but no. My father did it. Did not even ask, just started. Alexis McFarland: Wow. Annisha: +Alexis+ Maybe he's a rope tying wizard... Alexis McFarland: My dad can't braid my hair like that... It'd just end up a disaster... kekeke. Chirakis: :::frowns as she reads through it, then blanks the screen::: Dacia Sandero: I agree Chirakis: 10:58 PM Annisha: +Alexis+ My father is really weird. mimipavilion: Alright. +Chirakis/Scott+ Pavilion to Command staff. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Go ahead. Alexis McFarland: Ah. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ We're ready to distribute the mixture throughout the station. Scott Coleridge: Exciting. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Understood. Collaborate with engineering and make it so. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ How long until optimal saturation? Chirakis: ::nod to Scott::: Indeed it is. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders of Jy would look good with a braid, or just too much like the daughter... :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and presses a button:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ should be now Dacia Sandero: Ok Chirakis: ::notices the change::: And now we see how well it works. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by Chirakis: TBS will lead us to the next day. Everyone will be well rested. Stand-by shift will just have to endure. Chirakis: Let's make it 10:00 hours the next day. Chirakis: Just to relieve the number 7 and give it a break. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Congratulations to everyone for finding a treatment! Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: And working so hard that they are exhausted. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Try the tea. Wash your hands. Dacia Sandero: I hope you have plenty of TP. Chirakis: Everyone... be very careful where you go, be vigilant, wash your hands. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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