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  1. Yesterday
  2. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1037, STARDATE 51907.15 = /\ = After nearly dying multiple times the crew of Manticore take off for some much needed R&R aboard Starbase 312. So far it's been drunken debauchery followed by self loathing before nearly dying of alcohol poisoning. And that's just from the top brass. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1037, STARDATE 51907.15 = /\ =
  3. Last week
  4. A few weeks later… A Starfleet officer was in a firefight with several heavily-armed Jem’Hadar. She was perched behind a cargo container, plasma bolts flying past her. She wore a suit of black form-fitting armor, rather than a uniform. Through a glass pane, several Starfleet brass looked on. Admiral Russell was narrating the action. “It is analyzing their firing pattern. In a few moments, Subject 4 will have a plan of attack that will take them out with as little personal risk as possible,” he said. She waited for exactly the right moment, adjusting her phaser rifle’s sighting. Showing no emotion, she popped up from behind the container, taking out each of the three soldiers with rapid-fire phaser bursts. A buzzer sounded and Subject 4 stood down. The brass looked impressed. Admiral Russell continued. “In our simulations with typical Starfleet personnel, the engagement took four times as long and resulted in casualties 86% of the time. Subject 4 has never been hit in this simulation. “Admirals, this is a war for very existence of the Alpha Quadrant and Project Ares could be instrumental in making sure that existence continues.” One of the admirals, a brown-haired stern-looking man spoke up. “This is… impressive, but raises all kinds of ethical and moral questions that I don’t think you have the answers to. To think that ATAG has been—” Russell cut him off. “Our charter is to bring you advanced technologies and new weapons to win wars and that is exactly what we’ve done. I know the situation out there, just how bad it’s getting, and how many thousands of officers we lost in the last major engagement. But the Dominion is used to dealing with mass assaults, fleet actions. They are not used to infiltration by individuals. One or, perhaps, several of these Subjects could ensure victory in any ground action. What would you have me do, deactivate and destroy our first real chance at victory?” Another admiral was shocked at this statement. “Deactivate her? She’s a human being for God’s sake, no matter what you did to her!” Russell, of course, had a reply to that. “Admiral Ling, what you’re looking at is nothing more than an organic automaton. Subject 4 was, for all intents and purposes, dead when it came to us. Its memories and personality were nil - we didn’t do that part, the Dominion did. And It has no family, no ties to anyone else, nobody to miss. Its parents were—” “Killed by the Borg! I’ve read the report,” yelled Admiral Ling. “And you’ve brought her back to something resembling life.” He let out a long sigh. “I can’t deny that your results are astounding. Research of the wreckage of the Borg ships that we’ve somehow managed to destroy has led to advances in cybernetics, biotechnology, and nanotechnology that we wouldn’t have dreamed possible 20 years ago. I… I just don’t know if I can approve of what you’re doing.” It was a moot point anyway - for within weeks, the war had ended. Admiral Russell’s team and Subject 4 were left without a purpose, and effectively invisible from the public record.
  5. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has found herself lost in time, again. And now with two Irene's which seems problematic. At least we got a little closer to home, but we may have also changed that future by accidentally ruining the planet we had formerly been based on. Oopsies. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: ::in the science lab, hitting yet another stimulant while he tries to figure out wtf, wtf and wtf:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene is lounging on one of the biobeds in sick bay, nagging orderlies every few minutes asking if she can leave yet. Blue Irene is off in the decontamination chamber getting de-radiationed. Neither one's having much fun at the moment. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Blue :: How are you doing in there? William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering and it appears that he's trying to rub a hole through his temples with his fingers:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene mumbles something to the effect of :: "Alive, I guess." Rhan K'hal: ::returns to the bridge, scowling:: Rhan K'hal: ::looks to see who's in the comfy chair:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Shrugs :: Sounds good. Let us know if it gets too much for you :": Maryse Dubois: ::Still checking on Red Irene.:: Hakran K'hal: ::lets out a string of profanity that would do his younger brother proud:: This might make sense if we had any sensor data. AT. ALL. I'm about ready to blame it on magic and call it a day. Or better yet, night, as I've been awake the last 4 of those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had finally pulled herself out of the depths of despair and jumped into repair mode. Her fingers flew over the console, flinging orders about as issue after issue continued to pop up.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's readings are normal. A pass through the decontamination shower and a change of uniform was good enough to get her cleaned up and she's not injured, anyway. Scanning shows her quantum flux to be the exact opposite of Blue Irene. Red is getting pretty antsy. :: Red> "I've been here for 45 minutes and I'm fine, okay?" William Chocox: Ok, just focus on the task at hand. Peg A into Hole B and so on and so forth. Little things add up to big things. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smirks:: Maryse Dubois: Captain said to rest, and that's what you are going to do. Rhan K'hal: ::steps up to his console, crosses his fingers, and engages the cross-link between the ship's computer and the captain's yacht, as it was still set up for that and the Excal's computer is in even worse shape than it was before:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge at the science stations, looking through sensor readings:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned.:: You're giving *me* a pep talk? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or are you trying to talk yourself into not having a nervous breakdown? Irene Mincine: Red> "Can you at least release me to my quarters? Why do I need to rest here?" :: She pouted. Meanwhile, an orderly came up and explained what was going on with Blue Irene: She was doing okay for now and decontamination was proceeding, but the extreme radiation exposure had screwed up her blood production, so she was going to get worse from here without treatment. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to the orderly, then turn to Red.:: You were told not to leave sickbay, that's why. Stay put. :;Goes to check on Blue.:: Hakran K'hal: ::gets up and paces, chugging down a bottle of water as the stims are as bad as straight caffeine as a antidiuretic:: William Chocox: ::turns to Commander Hawthorne:: Was that my out loud voice? Hakran K'hal: Okay. ::tosses the bottle away unceremoniously:: What DO we know? ::turns to Issaha:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene went back to pouting when Maryse left. Blue Irene was looking in pretty rough shape but she was awake, at least. :: Blue> (weakly) "Hey, Doc. Did we make it home?" Indaura Ryssan: :: up to Red :: Perhaps a book to read? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks over Blue.:: Honestly? I don't know. :;Scanning.:: But we're figuring out what happened. How do you feel? Rhan K'hal: ::reviews the status of the uplink, and then initiates the slow process of transferring over processing duties that require faster and more reliable computations while leaving the dumb programs on the Excal side:: Irene Mincine: Red> "Not unless it's about great escape attempts..." :: Blue Irene dramatically coughed. :: Blue> "Like I did something really dumb that I'm going to be paying for for a while." :: She feigned a smile. The scan results showed that she was slowly getting worse. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted.:: Yes, Chocox. ::Sighing as her console shorted out, she gave it a whack.:: Whatever it is they were playing with in there, it's wreaking havoc on our systems. William Chocox: Indeed. I've almost come to the conclusion that we need an entirely new starship. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Not much. Maryse Dubois: ::Hiding her frown. She then gives Blue a hypo.:: I have an idea for a more permanent fix, but this will help for now. Hakran K'hal: Kenet Izal> That pretty much sums it up, Chief. Maryse Dubois: I'll be in my office, looking up the solution. Indaura will keep you company, so ask her for anything, ok? Cptn Swain: Issaha> From what I can make of the sensor readings, it appears that there was a much higher degree of gamma radiation than we anticipated. The hull glue we patched the ship up with seems to have reacted even more strong to it that in our simulations. Irene Mincine: Blue> "Thanks." :: She closed her eyes. :: "My instincts took over. I had to stay at the console, even if it killed me." :: Her breathing got steadier with the hypo and her vitals improved. :: "Gotcha." Hakran K'hal: :: LTJG Dansh Brasunch, the stout Tellarite female that usually doesn't leave astrometrics without a phaser pointed at her head but was persuaded to join the lab conference, nods in agreement :: Irene Mincine: :: Also, the bridge turbolift door opened and Valerie Carillon quietly took the helm chair... in the background of one of the bridge scenes. :: Hakran K'hal: Great. So besides temporally melting a planet and halting our progress to 2388 halfway, it also melted our glue:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Now what produced all that extra gamma radiation is what I absolutely don't understand. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she goes into her office, sealing the door. She then take a seat at her desk.:: +Miranda+ Dubois to Hawthorne. Commander, I don't suppose you have time to come up to sickbay? Hakran K'hal: The only thing I can think of, and we'll need to interview our 2nd Irene for this, is if they were also trying to do what we were doing and both ships' radiation combined... ::shrugs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't say that. I mean... don't say that out loud. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Blue :: I hope we cannot keep you two here for long, but this is a bit of uncharted territory, medically speaking Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Leaning back in her chair, she tapped her comm.:: +Maryse+ Of course, Doctor. I'll be right there. Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ Good. Please come to my office when you get here, and I'll explain things. Rhan K'hal: ::gets the computer situation juggled to some degree of satisfaction, sighs and grunts:: Cptn Swain: It's possible. Cptn Swain: Issaha>* Irene Mincine: :: Red> Looks up at Indaura. :: Red> "Hmm? You got another patient here? Then *why am I here*?" Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls up a couple files on her desk computer, looking at possible remedies to gamma radiation exposure.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: gives her a look :: Because it is necessary. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing back from her desk, she rose with a groan and stretched. Her joints ached from sitting in one position for too long.:: I'll be back soon, Chocox. I'd tell you not to blow up the ship in my absence, but at this point, that might be an improvement. Hakran K'hal: I suppose I'd better do that, because I can't keep staring at the same damn data for another 10 hours. Irene Mincine: Red> :: Sighs. :: "I'm not getting anywhere with you two. You're too good at your jobs." Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am going to put a probe together to get a better scan of the planet, with your permission of course William Chocox: At this rate blowing up the EPS system might be our best option. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Right. I'll talk to the Captain about that. ::She smirked and headed for the lift, taking it up to medical.:: Hakran K'hal: Permission granted. ::huffs out a breath:: See if you guys can scrape anything else out, and I'll be in sickbay trying to figure out why we have two biology section heads, and if it has anything to do with what happened. Indaura Ryssan: Training... plus, if something happened to either of you think of our reputation as doctors... Hakran K'hal: ::grabs another bottle of water and stalks out of the lab:: William Chocox: ::keeps working:: Irene Mincine: Red> "It's not Issaha, is it?" :: She blushes. :: "'Cause, if it is, I won't mind staying here a while longer." Cptn Swain: ::Asher frowned:: When we get back to our own time. The first thing I am doing is taking a long, hot bath. Rhan K'hal: ::looks over to the Captain:: I'm going to one up you, I'm going to have a giant roast beef sandwich AND a long, hot bath. Rhan K'hal: And yes, at the same time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Stepping off the lift, she strode down the hall and into medical, searching for Maryse.:: Cptn Swain: That's fair. Maryse Dubois: ::Tapping at her desk as she looks at a promising option.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning Red :: Hakran K'hal: ::enters a lift, orders it to sickbay, and slumps head first into the wall, taking the moment of solitude to acknowledge every molecule being exhausted:: Cptn Swain: I suppose if we end up stuck in this time period, we could all have hot bathes. Cptn Swain: Separately of course. Rhan K'hal: ::thinks that depends very much on many factors, but for once isn't going to be the vocal pessimist:: Irene Mincine: :: Red was flushing, slightly increased heart rate, etc, when she mentioned Issaha. She spotted the door opening. :: Red> "Captain Hawthorne! Come to visit your favorite prisoner? :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks out the window, seeing Miranda. Waves her towards the office.:: Hakran K'hal: ::straightens as the lift stops and disgorges him on deck 11:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She paused in front of the other Irene, brow arching. Captain?:: Prisoner? You just keep doing what they tell you to, Mincine. Hakran K'hal: ::enters sickbay:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Striding on through, she joined Maryse in her office.:: You have updates for me? Hakran K'hal: ::notes Miranda going into Maryse's office, so looks for Indaura:: Irene Mincine: :: Red sighed, then watched the door open again. She blinked a few times. :: "OK. Scan me with that thing again, because I *know* he's dead." Hakran K'hal: ::heard that, looks over, flips an ear:: Indaura Ryssan: :: shrugs :: Sure thing. :: scans again :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: As you may have seen we have a Tactical Officer Mincine that seems to be a bit time displaced. A time where apparently you are Captain. Cptn Swain: ::Feels disturbance in the force:: Maryse Dubois: ::Motions for Hakran to join them.:: Hakran K'hal: :: catches Maryse's motion out of the corner of his eye, heads over and enters her office, comments dryly:: Glad to know somewhere I'm as dead as I feel. Hakran K'hal: ::looks horrible, to the trained eye:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's scans are totally normal, quantum flux backwards from Blue Irene, same as before. :: Red> "Do I have a concussion? Brain damage? Transporter psychosis? Because... he's dead, that's why I'm tactical officer and not him." Maryse Dubois: ::Tilts her head curiously at the comment.:: Ah something our new Irene mentioned I take it? Indaura Ryssan: He's alive Hakran K'hal: Yes, apparently I'm dead wherever she comes from. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She crossed her arms, glancing through the window at the other Irene.:: Yes, I caught that. ::She smirked.:: And like the sound of it. Have you been able to find out where she's from, exactly? Irene Mincine: Red> "I..." :: She laid back down on the bio-bed. :: Hakran K'hal: ::doesn't wait to be invited and slumps into a chair:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glances at K'hal and follows suit, though doesn't look quite so haggard.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Leans on her desk.:: Honestly I don't know what to do with her. She's perfectly healthy, and raring to go. ::Pauses:: Other than the stardate that she gave me, no. Hakran K'hal: And on our end, we have diddly. I came down here hoping 2nd Irene would be helpful in figuring out our situation as a whole. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So maybe we should ask her. Hakran K'hal: Although I may have to have someone else do the interview. Ghosts make terrible interrogators. Irene Mincine: :: Red was looking very confused. :: Maryse Dubois: She also doesn't know about the time displacement. I wasn't sure how to tell her....And since she thinks Miranda is the Captain... ::Looks to her.:: Rhan K'hal: ::steps lightly down to the helm:: How's our drift, el-tee? Maryse Dubois: But here is our other problem. It's our Irene... :;Sighs:: She took a lot of gamma radiation. I do mean A LOT. I've been looking into options for treatment. Hakran K'hal: Gamma radiation's been making its way around. It's apparently what caused all hell to break lose, with the time lube, and the pooglue. Irene Mincine: :: Val spins around the helm chair and replies to Rhan. :: Carillon> "I'm trying to keep us steady. It's not easy, that's for sure. Drift is manageable but God knows for how long." :: She looks pretty creepy with her mismatched eye color. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Do what you can for her, Doctor. Let me know how her situation progresses. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We can't depend on our Irene to get us out of this jam. Mr. K'hal, I suggest you talk to the Captain about other alternatives in the meanwhile. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: It probably will be nothing short of a full transfusion at this point. But the silver lining is that I do have options. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll handle the other Irene and find out what she knows and if there's anything that can help us. Rhan K'hal: ::has seen odder things than heterochromia:: I have a little more computer for the navigation system to use now, so take it if you need it. Hakran K'hal: ::nods wearily:: Maybe we can hijack a passing Miranda class. Irene Mincine: :: Val smirks. :: Val> "Stationkeeping calculations are easy. It's the thrusters more than the computer." Rhan K'hal: That I can't help you with. Let's hope our engineers are miracle workers, or at least major achievement in all that's beingly possible. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The best class. ::Slight smirk.:: And get some rest, at least a couple of hours. That's an order, Mr. K'hal. Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders where/when they are :: Hakran K'hal: Aye. "Captain." Maryse Dubois: I second that one. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect an incoming warp signature, but they're not up to identifying make, model, or license plate. Hakran K'hal: ::Maryse:: Let me know what's going on. After my court-ordered and much needed nap. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: of course. Rhan K'hal: ::walks over to tactical, sense most of security has been dragooned into heavy lifting:: Incoming warp signature, Captain. Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye." :: She swings back around when the computer beeps at her. :: "Warp signature of some kind. Couldn't tell you what it belongs to, though. Long-range sensors are pretty much kaput." Rhan K'hal: Yeah, it could be a flying potato for all I can tell. Cptn Swain: ...AND.... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  6. Something from space crashes near the school. After the school is evacuated, Derek and Alice go to investigate. They go inside and find a crashed, but largely intact D7 Klingon battlecruiser. When the authorities come in to search, they hide inside a shuttle, which launches, with the Bum a the helm. chatlog2019-7-7.txt
  7. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/12/19 =/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS 3 hours. The time is 1300 (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is still under repair. A torpedo has been launched to mark their location for rescue. Regulus picked up pings from the torpedo. On Aegis, the Gremlin is still puzzled. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the bridge of Aegean:: Scott Coleridge: @::unwrapping a field ration:: CdrBrown: ::at the strategic ops console:: Scott Coleridge: @ This flavour is actually worse than the last version. Chirakis: ::exits her office after her conference with the admirals:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, report. mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Walking briskly through lower corridor of the ship, dodging fellow crew members :: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::listening for the ping::: It's gone. ::turns to Hill:: Anything? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Move move..... Alexis McFarland: ::still in class with her friends:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: What's the latest casualty report? How are we holding up? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Still no word from the Aegean. The search radius is still rather large and risking other craft to investigate just invites another incident. Chirakis: # Lt Hill> No sir. Nothing. It pinged its way by but I couldn't get a grip on the angle. It seems to be from all over the place, but mainly in the direction of the star. mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out what she needs to get ready just in case things go sideways:: Dacia Sandero: @ We have six crewmen sustained injuries , but so far no symptoms of radiation poisoning from any of our crew. Tarisa: ::Steps onto CnC, heading for her station.:: Chirakis: :::expression is stern and focused::: Alexis McFarland: ::in gym class, watching the other students running laps around the track:: Scott Coleridge: @ That's actually much better than I feared. Tarisa: Miana> :;Sitting by Alexis, but looking at one of the new students in the class.:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How much longer can we maintain proper shielding? CdrBrown: ::looking at the reported locations of nearby vessels:: Dacia Sandero: @ I agree, we were lucky there. They are resting nicely. Chirakis: Commander Brown, anything in Strategic OPS? Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the new students too:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ I would not hazard a guess. Likely a few hours. Fletcher Jackson: ::shuttling ships into and out of the corridor, making sure there are no collisions::: CdrBrown: In terms of the SAR incident, there are a couple of older civilian science vessels that are about 6 or 7 days out. They may have better sensor load outs than anything we can throw at this... Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::sigh:: Okay. So... we're essentially alone. CdrBrown: otherwise, no other movements since last update regarding Alien Alliance at this time Chirakis: ::ponders that a moment::: Chirakis: Sending another vessel into that area is not a good idea. We're dealing with a star that might or might not be controlled by another entity besides nature. Scott Coleridge: @::struggles not to let his frustration with such an inexact estimate show in his face or voice:: +Nijil+ I need a more... constrained... estimate, please. Two hours? Ten hours? mimipavilion: ::finishes with her research:: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Lt Hill, send a few pings to the most likely origin of the pings we received. Chirakis: # Hill> Aye, sir. Sending now. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Since I cannot give au an exact time that forces me to say two hours, sir. CdrBrown: ::looks up:: however, they may have more sophisticated probing equipment depending on their respective missions. Could keep their ships at what we determine is the safe distance. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the bunch of new students, hopes at least some of them are friendly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Sticks a probe into a wall panel :: Tarisa: ::Fine tunes the shiny new sensors to try and pick up weaker subspace frequencies.:: Annisha: :: In the hallway :: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Thank you. ::Dacia:: Doctor, we'll proceed under the assumption that we will be exposed at least partially to the star's radiation within 2 hours, and that we are not being rescued before then. Tarisa: Miana> We should race in your wheelchair. ::grins.:: Chirakis: :::Brown:: What I do not want is a line of ships going into that nebula for SAR. We have the Alien Alliance to deal with as well as the star. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: shrugs, to another person :: I need it to at least 90%. Dacia Sandero: @ Very well.. that seems like a good assumption Scott Coleridge: @ You have complete authority to use whatever personnel you need to begin enacting radiation protocols and treating people as they show symptoms. Draft our outsize security contingent as nurses and porters. Alexis McFarland: Mmm.. yes, that'd be fun Chirakis: # Lt Hill> ::sending pings in Morse code::: CdrBrown: ::chirakis:: understood. just putting all the options out there. Luckily, for now the Alien Alliance has shown no movement... which itself may be concerning. mimipavilion: ::exits medical and heads to CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> I would run, but the boys hate it when I outrun them. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a few moments later:: Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Annisha: :: Reaches where Lexy and Miana are :: Alexis McFarland: Hey Annisha. Chirakis: ::turns to Tarisa::: Commander, we need some answers regarding that star. Pull up everything you can think of and give us ideas for rescue or... retrieval. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles and waves.:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::Nods:: Aye - will do. Chirakis: ::notes Mimi's presence::: Annisha: Girls... what's going on? Fletcher Jackson: ::moves to internal OPS as Strategic and TAC OPS are occupied... and it makes him feel better to not even think about what might happen::: Alexis McFarland: We're watching the other kids run round the track Scott Coleridge: @::leans back in the command chair and ponders whether they can do anything to raise their visibility profile:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: Yes Captain. ::Lets the computer continue scanning for potential subspace signals, and turn to the secondary monitor to bring up data.:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What's the status of the AQS? Chirakis: :::steps back to Mimi, her expression focused:: Doctor. Nothing yet. mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: I do have a plan ready. Chirakis: ::nods::: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ It's still running, obviously, but the safeties are in place for the moment. Containment has not been affected. CdrBrown: ::begins to dig deeper in to why the Alien Alliance has not moved in some time as Tarisa is handling the star:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the latest scans of the area :: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::looks up::: Go dark. Alliance ship is coming through. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Cool cool cool cool. And if we wanted to disengage some of those safeties and affect containment? Annisha: :: Sits :: I'm game Alexis McFarland: Yesh Chirakis: % Alien Alliance Ship> ::huge by any standard, loaded for bear, making another pass through the nebula:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The containment system is either on fully or off. The safeties are for the benefit of what else the AQS powers. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ I am working on powering the shields through the AQS, but that's not normal protocol. Dacia Sandero: @ ::back in the sickbay, formulating an action plan with her medical staff and commandeered crewmen:: Tarisa: ::Looking at the data, and bringing up the logs from her time in the same nebula.:: Hmm... :;Tail swishes.:: Chirakis: Anyone... give us some options that might work without upending the Alien Alliance. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Let's say, hypothetically, I want to drop containment and amplify the AQS' gravitational distortion on the star to generate something that will show up on subspace sensors. How can we do this without tearing apart the ship? Tarisa: There is one thing that may be fortunate...in a sense. The Aegean is equipped with an AQS. Chirakis: ::Tarisa::: And....? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The containment is sealed from the factory. I have no control over it. Are you planning to destroy the AQS core? Scott Coleridge: @::waiting for Nijil to re-engage the comm after he runs through his vocabulary of profanities:: Alexis McFarland: ::moves her hoverchair closer to the track:: Tarisa: It was what saved us when we experienced the same outage in my previous venture. Assuming the containment was maintained, they will be able to powerup with time and restore shields. Tarisa: I am afraid anything with a standard warp core would not be able to do the same, which is why we lost the Warren. CdrBrown: ::looks over at Tarisa:: And if containment wasn't maintained? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The AQS is a powerful, but somewhat delicate power source. It's a risky method of faster-than-light power that has only been refined over centuries. Chirakis: ::nods, listening::: I would think that Commander Korjata would be aware, but that is a positive idea. Tarisa: ::Frowns, looking to Brown.:: If containment was lost, then a search would be futile. Annisha: What are they doing out there :: Sits next to Alexis :: CdrBrown: if it was totally lost, yes. What about a partial loss? would that give off any type of signal we could pick up? Tarisa: But I have not detected a blackhole in the area, so that is a good sign. Alexis McFarland: They are running. Alexis McFarland: Teacher says I can do a lap in my hover chair. We should do one. CdrBrown: ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Noting the new kids sticking in a group.:: Annisha: :: Stares at Alexis :: How is that fair? Alexis McFarland: It's just laps. Its not a race or anything. ::moves to the starting line:: Hop on. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks at his work and wonders if he's done enough :: Alexis McFarland: Some of those girls look nice. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> :::lets out the breath he was holding:: They're gone. Apparently they have no interest in small ships or they don't know that we are here. Annisha: :: Hops on :: I'm not hoverly-abled... Tarisa: I know everyone is...anxious, but in this instance I fear the most we can do is keep watch. Commander Korjata has been in this same situation, and Lt. Dran is familiar with the nebula. I believe they will succeed. Any sort of rescue attempt on our part could lead to more trouble. Annisha: I can do nice... Dacia Sandero: @ ::setting up triage centres in sickbay and other areas if needed:: Alexis McFarland: Nice. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Let's not think of it as "disabling" containment then. How about poking some holes in it? Alexis McFarland: ::holds onto Annisha and Miana if she's on too, and steers herself around the track::: Weee.. Chirakis: ::hearing Tarisa::: Agreed. mimipavilion: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Au are venturing into areas I was told not to read in the textbooks. Scott Coleridge: @ The torpedo was a good start, but even if our ships find the torpedo at the right time, tracing it back to us might not work. I want us to show up on subspace sensors. Alexis McFarland: ::She quickly does a lap around the track, faster than anyone:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ In any even we'd have to remove the AQS from the housing and move it to a shuttlebay. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Okay... let's see what we can find. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ I've got the subspace theory knowledge, but I need your expertise with AQS systems. Think, Nijil. How can we use our captive black hole to get some attention? Non-destructively. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ It's also rather heavy. We'd need to drop gravity all over the ship to move it freely. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Destroy it far from the ship. Tarisa: Miana> ::Cheering Alexis on.:: Scott Coleridge: @ +Nijil+ Oh, I really don't want to have to explain to Starfleet how I detonated a black hole inside a nebula in unaligned space. This place already has one subspace anomaly too many. Alexis McFarland: ::completes her lap and goes back to Miana::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Depends on how badly au wish to leave. Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Damn... it's coming back. Go dark. Everything. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What if we bombarded the AQS with polarized nadion bursts? Nadion emissions can cause gravity waves in singularities, right? If we modulate them precisely, can we get waves strong enough to show up on sensors but not so strong they destroy us? Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::shuts down everything as the alien ship moves close, then stops. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: That was fun. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ +Coleridge+ They would have to get through the shield casing that contains the singularity. CdrBrown: ::looking at the flight paths of the Alien Alliance ships as they joined their formation:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Right. The shield casing. Hmm. ::ponders audibly:: Ok, maybe we're going about this the wrong way. Chirakis: % Alien Alliance Ship> ::slowly moves through the nebula like it's looking for something::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, this region of space is not typical..I can't place my finger on it, but things are just not like a typical chunk of space. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> (w) Don't. Even. Breathe. Alexis McFarland: ::Hugs Miana:: mimipavilion: ::moves a bit closer to Wyatt to listen:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Doctor... Did I miss a physical? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Consider this, any ship we know of will likely have the same troubles we are, well, perhaps the Borg could adapt. Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Throw out any ideas. Dacia Sandero: @ ::hopes we can get rescued though:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ We tried sending up a flare, so to speak, and that might or might not have worked. We won't know until someone knocks on our door. We can't abandon ship because our escape pods and shuttlecraft don't have shielding. So we can't leave, and we can't attract attention the conventional way. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Bombard the area with probes? no risk to people? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: I'm just listening. Annisha: That thing is dangerous Lexy. :: gets off :: Pretty sure I'll have to run it myself though., Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What if we make this area safer? What if we neutralize the star's pulses, permanently? Alexis McFarland: @But it's fun... Alexis McFarland: @ I think we all eventually do. I did my lap though. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: We should paint flames on the sides. Alexis McFarland: @Yay. Alexis McFarland: Flames add 50 extra horsepower. CdrBrown: ::looks at Cayne:: I think we need to change the angle that we are looking at and listening for things. Look at these flight paths for Alien Alliance ships that passed near the nebula before assuming their current positions.... some of the paths are almost erratic, like something forced a course change... Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks in awe.:: It will summon horses? Alexis McFarland: Yes? mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: whatever they do they need to do it quickly. Chirakis: Indeed they do. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ We could work up that. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Finally, some optimism! Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/12/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: I like that, Scott. Something positive. Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours. Scott Coleridge: Sounds good Chirakis: Words for the crew?Scott Coleridge: I mean, if you're in mortal peril, you might as well try to save yourself. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? CdrBrown: ! Chirakis: Commander? CdrBrown: Thanks for having me back for an evening. Hopefully I can make more appearances than once every few years! Glad and proud to see the fine tradition that is Aegis is still carrying on every Friday night! Chirakis: It is a pleasure to have you here, Commander. May your ship be intact and all hands safe as the storm passes by. You are welcome at any time. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. “We may have found our subject.” “Biocompatibility?” “Preliminary testing shows 97.3%. We’ll have a more accurate number once she arrives.” “97%? And you’re sure the originals didn’t come from…” “No, no, of course not. No direct genetic relation.” “Current status?” “Being transported to Starbase 55 from where we found her in Chin'toka. Critical injuries, vacuum exposure, possible brain damage, the works. She’s a goner… unless our experiment works, of course.” “…” “Admiral?” “You may proceed with the experiment. Have the equipment transported to Starbase 55. Hopefully this works better than last time, Commander.” — An emergency medical team was standing by in the main ward of Starbase 55. The chief medical officer, a gray-haired and round doctor, was briefing his team on a patient who was about to arrive. “ETA five minutes. We don’t know how long she was out there, exactly, but—” A tall, red-shirted commander entered the ward. He looked to be in his 40s, very fit, and very intimidating. He waved his arm dismissively. “Everybody out except the CMO. Come on, let’s go, time is critical.” “Excuse me! This is my ward, Commander, and I demand an explanation. We have our own critical patient coming here in five minutes!” The doctor was hopping mad at this intrusion. The commander went over some notes, not even looking at the CMO when he replied. “Actually, my team has a patient coming here in five minutes. I need these supplies delivered to the surgical ward immediately. And you can’t know what they’re for, so don’t ask… Pete, was it?” This only enraged the CMO further. “You will address me as Doctor Singh, Commander…” “Commander Felipe Martinez, and these orders come directly from Admiral Russell at Starfleet Command.” He shoved a padd in the CMO’s face. “Now get a move on, we have no time!” Dr. Singh looked over the orders on the padd and was disappointed - Martinez did have orders from the admiral after all. “My ward is at your disposal, but that’s all you’ll get from me. This doesn’t say anything about my assistance.” Martinez rallied his assistants, who were filling the ward, to gather up the supplies on the list. Singh continued reading the padd, which detailed some of the required equipment as well. It certainly wasn’t standard medical equipment. It seemed to do more to do with cybernetics than with any kind of medicine he’s done. Commander Martinez was otherwise occupied and spoke with his back turned. “Patterns are already uploaded to their replicators, lieutenant. Everything from this point on is classified level Sigma.” Other personnel were filing in and taking over the ward. A rolling cart with several secure cases (marked classified) was pushed in by an engineer. Dr. Singh wandered off to his office to write a letter of protest. Martinez’s combadge chirped. “The runabout with Subject 4 has arrived, Commander. Ready to transport on your command.” He made sure that the room was empty except for his team, which by now consisted of several blue-shirted doctors and several yellow-shirted engineers, then replied. “OK, we’re ready.” With a sparkle of blue light, a young human lieutenant appeared on the bed in the center of the ward. She was grievously injured, but alive. — “Update, Commander.” “The installation of the implants was successful. Metabolic activity is slowly being increased to normal. Brain activity is near baseline.” “Her memory engrams?” “Unrecoverable. The damage was too severe.” “I see. Maybe it’s for the best given her personal history with the Borg.” “Agreed. Is that all, Admiral?” “That’s it. I await your full report at 0730. Russell out.”
  9. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |12 July 2019 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. While Aegean personnel continue to repair the ship before the star pulls them into its gravity well, security personnel aboard Regulus continue their search, calling for response and receiving none. Finally, Aegean ejects a torpedo and Regulus picks up a sonic pulse that they hope is Aegean. On Aegis, Captain Chirakis privately informed Commander Cayne and Dr Pavilion that there might be a psychological catastrophe to deal with if Aegean is not found. Meanwhile, Lt Kenyon is in the security complex using various ideas to communicate with the smelly alien we now call Gremlin.
  10. Ragor Tal Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 In the silence of her office, Kirel stared blankly at the image on her viewscreen. Federation Security Admiral Mulligan stared back. Behind him were Rendezvous October’s Admiral Solokov, SI-5 Director Torak, and SI-6 Captain Raza. "Not exactly to be expected, but then the unexpected has become the norm," Mulligan continued the conversation as he relaxed into his chair. "Agreed," Kirel muttered, though she had other thoughts. One arm rested on her desk as the stylus in her hand flipped from finger to finger. The strange message sent to her from Aegis OPS was indecipherable, even to Aegis’s computer. But she recognized the pattern, the frequency, and the garbled language that the computer passed off as low frequency interstellar rumbles, possibly small asteroids in slow collision. This was no asteroid collision. "I know that look, Captain,” said Mulligan. “Your expression tells me that you do not agree, that there is something else.” "Admiral,” she sighed, “it makes no sense." A slight grunt prefaced Mulligan’s, "What makes no sense, Captain? Enlighten us. You are more acquainted with Ragor Tal than anyone. How does this transmission not make sense? I would think that a rogue group would welcome his leadership." Kirel drew the admiral's full attention with a slight grin and chuckle as she flipped her stylus into its cradle then leaned forward. "It makes no sense that Ragor Tal would be their leader, Admiral,” she began. “He is not a leader, he is a manipulator, and the most brilliant racketeer I have ever pursued. He keeps his marauding group small and compartmentalized. He is highly skilled in manipulative, clandestine operations. His primary modus operandi is to convince the opposition that the enemy is within. He will pit one leader against the other, create chaos and infighting, then either move in and take over the organization or infiltrate what was left with one of his own lackeys.” Silence reigned for a moment or two as she judged their reaction, then she continued, “We are talking about Argesil gentlemen. The classic mark of Ragor Tal.” “Then what is he doing with the Alien Alliance? Is he taking over? Perhaps beginning to infiltrate? And how did the Alien Alliance acquire those coded messages?” “Unfortunately, Admiral, that remains to be seen.” ___________________ Argesil
  11. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1036, STARDATE 51907.08 = /\ = After nearly dying multiple times the crew of Manticore take off for some much needed R&R aboard Starbase 312. And as the clock strikes midnight, the real fun begins. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1036, STARDATE 51907.08 = /\ = 190708.log
  12. Irene opened her eyes. She was laying down, looking up at a stormy sky, thunder and lightning. Water sprayed her. She realized it was more than just rainwater, when it sprayed red in the heavy wind. She was on some kind of seafaring vessel. Her mind was foggy, more like she hadn’t slept in a week than that she just woke up. She climbed to her feet, the rocking of the deck making her queasy - it came to her that she never was comfortable on watercraft. Irene also realized she was wearing a Klingon warrior’s uniform, not a Starfleet uniform. It was heavy and uncomfortable, metal and leather everywhere. The ship was enormous, made of more wood than metal. The deck was totally flat and lined with empty wooden benches. It looked more like the churches she had seen in computer archives than any kind of ship she had ever seen. Her confusion began to clear up, but she was still unsure of what exactly was going on. Her situation hit her like a bullet to the head. She scrambled to the rail, looking out over the side. An endless river of blood stretched out in all directions. Irene collapsed to her knees in front of the rail. She never thought she’d end up here, the place from her mother’s stories about how she had to be a good girl and grow up to be an honorable person. What had she done to deserve this? Why was she being ferried on the barge of the dead? There had to be a mistake! “Why? Why am I here!?” She cried out, choking back tears. “You know better than anyone else why you’re here, Irene, daughter of P’Lor.” said a voice behind her. Irene scrambled around, her back to the rail. Standing above her, larger than life, was an older male Klingon. She remembered him from her mother’s stories, as well. “You’re Kortar, the ferryman.” “She taught you well, I see,” he replied with a faint smile. “Though not well enough, if you’re here. It’s not often that I receive half-breeds!” He ran a finger over her forehead ridges, fainter than a full Klingon’s but still prominent. She growled and slapped his hand away. Kortar let out a hmph. Irene tried to pull herself together with a deep breath. Her mind cleared further, unlocking the more rational side of her personality that knew this was all ridiculous. “None of this is real. They’re just legends. There is no afterlife. There is no Kortar, there is no barge, there is no Gre’thor…” Deep down, she knew these things were true, but in her current state she was far more vulnerable to the kinds of thoughts that were pushing her over the edge. “Do you remember what your mother told you on your Day of Ascension?” Kortar asked, with a hint of a proud smile. Irene stood up, leaning on the rail to stabilize herself. “Of course I do. She told me that nothing matters more than a warrior’s deeds. I think there was a quote from Kahless, too.” “I will summarize your deeds for you, Starfleet.” The final word came out of Kortar’s mouth with a hint of disgust. “You came up with a plan to get your friends home. Every part of the plan contained a piece of you. Your blood powered the mechanism. You ran the machinery that broke down. You crippled your vessel. You killed your shipmates. You destroyed all of that precious planet’s life. You failed! Miserably!” With each statement, Irene felt worse. “But I… but I saved the ship! I saved them! I…” Her legs went weak. “And I... I died doing it, didn’t I?” Kortar replied coldly. “If you hadn’t insisted on doing it your way from the very beginning, none of this would have happened! This is not honor! These are the deeds of a selfish brat, not a Klingon warrior!” Lightning filled the sky. “I… I can’t be dead. There’s no way. I’m not really here. I… no, none of this is happening. You’re not real! I want to go home!”
  13. Earlier
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1036, STARDATE 51907.08 = /\ = After nearly dying multiple times the crew of Manticore take off for some much needed R&R aboard Starbase 312. And as the clock strikes midnight, the real fun begins. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1036, STARDATE 51907.08 = /\ =
  15. Lo'Ami regains consciousness. Nye starts to compare notes with the Klingon's science officer. The D7 is lost into the anomaly. chatlog2019-6-30.txt
  16. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/5/19 =/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS 2 hours. The time is 1000 (10:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean's major systems are disabled by a star's energy wave. Dangerous radiation is a threat. Only basic systems are operable. The main computer is offline; backup processors are at 20%; Hopefully they will jerry-rig communication to send for help. Starfleet's security runabout, Regulus, has lost contact with them. Only Cpt Chirakis has been informed of the problem. On Aegis, security is dealing with Crow, the gremlin, and a strange language they cannot decipher. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::still pacing CnC::: Fletcher Jackson: ::::donut hopping::: mimipavilion: ::still on the CnC, keeping her eyes on Jackson:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on Aegean's bridge at a secondary science console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Made sure people stayed towards the center sections of the ship :: Johnson Kenyon: ::gathering up a box of supplies:: Scott Coleridge: @::on the bridge, mulling over their predicament:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading up to security where Crow is being held:: mimipavilion: ::walks over to Jackson:: And how many donuts have you had today? Chirakis: # LtCdr Dayson> +Aegean, Regulus Respond Fletcher Jackson: Uh.. just the one, ma'am. mimipavilion: ::glares a bit:: you sure Chirakis: # LtCdr Dayson> ::serious concern:: Aegean, Regulus - Respond by any means possible. Scott Coleridge: @ The challenge is to attract attention, but only the right kind of attention. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering the brig area:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: to Coleridge :: Everyone has been moved away from the exterior of the ship top allow greater protection from radiation. Chirakis: ::steps around to OPS and nods to the doctor with a smile::: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Thank you. Chirakis: Only one, Doctor... so far. ::suggestive look to Jackson:: mimipavilion: ::Jackson:: good ::nods to Chirakis:: mimipavilion: That's why I was asking Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Ration supplies are fine for the moment, water is fine as well. Chirakis: Good point, Doctor. I suggest you keep asking... just in case. mimipavilion: ::evil-ish smile:: Will do. Dacia Sandero: @ ::nods:: Everybody seems to be fine thus far, so that's good. We should be okay like this for awhile if we keep it up. Chirakis: ::she nods and moves on to Cayne, speaking quietly as she passes::: Commander... a word. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking to see if Lt Garand is there:: Chirakis: Garand> ::turns:: Lieutenant, can I help you? Chirakis: Garand> ::glance at the pip::: Congrats on the promotion. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes Captain? Johnson Kenyon: Thank you. I thought I’d try to communicate with our Gremlin Chirakis: ::pulls him aside::: Be aware that Aegean is in danger. We might need your assistance. Alexis McFarland: ::in class, writing down some notes:: Chirakis: Garand> The Gremlin. You sure you want to go there? It's not exactly the best place to visit. Scott Coleridge: @ Sounds like we have immediate survival under control. Scott Coleridge: @ We need eyes and a way to communicate with friendly faces. Johnson Kenyon: I thought I would start my discussion from outside Chirakis: Garand> :::logging him in before pinning a temporary access badge:: Chirakis: Garand> Very well. Have at it. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes his box of toys and trinkets and approaches the Gremlin's cell:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We have a ship in the area searching yes? Chirakis: ::almost a whisper:: We do. They have lost contact. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking to see if he has the attention of the Gremlin:: Fletcher Jackson: ::working very hard at not looking at Mimi::: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: What if we bypass the main computer and hard-code a distress signal into the subspace transceiver? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Many of the hand scanners were rendered inert via the wave. We are working to create a new subspace comm device. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Radio waves won't cut it. mimipavilion: ::walks away from Jackson and keeping her distance from Chirakis and Cayne:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Garand:: Have we learned what our guest likes to eat? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I will focus our long range sensors on the area in question. Chirakis: Garand> ::is at the entrance, far away from the gremlin::: Johnson Kenyon: Gremlin> ::watching from a distance, head down:: Chirakis: # LtCdr Dayson> :::sends a message to OPS, priority one::: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Gremlin:: it occurs to me that you may not enjoy the food. Should I get you something else? Johnson Kenyon: Gremlin> ::perking up a little:: Fletcher Jackson: :::hearing the ping::: Captain, priority one incoming. Send it to your console? Chirakis: ::slow turn::: Yes. Chirakis: :::receives the message::: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the cell carefully, noticing horrible odor:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ If we could get a torpedo far away enough and detonate it, that would provide someone a ping source. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: turns :: Chirakis: :::reads it and blanks the screen::: Dr Pavilion, a word. mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: Yes ma'am? Scott Coleridge: @ True. We could manually launch a torpedo. ::turns to Dacia:: How much radiation would that expose someone to? Chirakis: My office. Fletcher Jackson: ::somewhat alarmed that they're all secret and quiet::: mimipavilion: ::nods, follows Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Initial scans reveal no debris, but they are really to far away :: Chirakis: :::enters with Mimi, secures the door and engages privacy::: Johnson Kenyon: ::to the Gremlin:: Let me see if I can find something you'd like to eat. In the meantime, I thought you might like something to do.... In this box there are a number of puzzles. I hope you like them Chirakis: ::then turns to face her::: Doctor... we may need your assistance very soon. Dacia Sandero: @ ::looks up:: If you keep the launch window under a minute, then I believe we should be able to minimize the risk of radiation poisoning. Johnson Kenyon: Gremlin> ::head down, looks inquisitively:: mimipavilion: :::concerned:: Ok... Johnson Kenyon: ::carefully backs out of the cell and secures it:: Chirakis: ::Leaning against her desk::: Aegean has gone dark. ::assuming Mimi knows the meaning::: mimipavilion: Oh boy Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The issue is how fast can we launch it. It would be on a timer, so the velocity better be spot on or it will explode in our face Chirakis: They were last seen in the area of their study. Even Regulus cannot find them or contact them. Although.... Chirakis: ...there is no evidence of disaster. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to the entrance, to Garand:: We are recording him now, yes? Chirakis: No evidence of vaporization by the star either. Starfleet's Regulus is standing by, calling on all frequencies. mimipavilion: ::nods, thinking disabled, not destroyed:: Chirakis: Garand> Everything in security is recorded, Lieutenant. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Garand:: great, have you tried offering it a variety of foods? Chirakis: # Lt Hill> Sir... ::adjusting the frequency:: I have something. It might be nothing, but it's... something different. Scott Coleridge: @ We'll just have to launch it fast then Chirakis: Garand> ::long sigh with a slight grin::: Everything we have, Lieutenant. Everything we'd ever want to eat. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Or set the timer for a very long trigger. Johnson Kenyon: ::Garand:: Can I ask what he has eaten? Chirakis: ::Mimi::: Stand by for anything, doctor. Understood Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We could also push ourselves away at the same time. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Nods:: mimipavilion: Understood Chirakis: Garand> ::turns::: Uh... sure. ::pulls it up on a screen::: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Modify a torpedo for timer detonation and manual launch, with a high enough yield to get attention. But don't launch it yet. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. Chirakis: :::releases the door::: mimipavilion: ::nods and exits the office:: Chirakis: # Dayson> ::listening closely::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the screen:: He seems to like strong smelling food Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I'll be down in weapons... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: goes :: Chirakis: Garand> Well... let me see what we can find... :::pulls up more on the screen::: Chirakis: Garand> Whoa.... uh... not sure you want to work with this, and I'm absolutely sure security will have me fried for it... Johnson Kenyon: it would be strange if he communicates in smell Chirakis: Garand> ::grimace::: Yeah. Strange enough to clear the deck... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Arrives in weapons control, walks up the long line of torpedoes :: Chirakis: Garand> :::lets out a breath::: See this thing? :::pointing to the screen::: It's from earth, a delicacy in Asia. Not... exactly anything you would want to smell, but want one? Johnson Kenyon: ::nods his head:: It might be a good start Johnson Kenyon: Can you pull him up on the screen? Johnson Kenyon: I want to see if my puzzles have interested him Chirakis: Garand> Sure. :::tap..tap::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::keeps an eye on radiation levels and continues to liaise with her medical staff on crew's health status:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Disassembles the control housing :: Johnson Kenyon: ::gremlin is seen looking at the objects in the box:: Chirakis: # Dayson> It sounds like an echo of something not far away. Chirakis: # Dayson> Keep watching and listening. Johnson Kenyon: ::Garand:: It's a start Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flipping through scans and reports scattered all over his display :: Chirakis: Garand> Yeah. And if you want one of those fruits... it will come straight to you inside his chamber. Chirakis: Garand> And don't take it out or they'll string you up and hang you out to dry. Johnson Kenyon: you're going to beam it in? Chirakis: ::exits her office, moving toward Cayne::: Any word? Chirakis: Garand> You think I'm going to let that smell get out? ::eyeroll::: Johnson Kenyon: ::chuckles:: It's quite... .something Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing and I've gone through detailed scans :: Chirakis: Garand> Yeah. Wait 'til you smell it. Chirakis: Word from October? Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles:: I just left his cage Chirakis: Garand> Thought I smelled something strange. Get going, Lieutenant. Johnson Kenyon: I think we need to continue to work on the antistink formula Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: finishes, uses his comm badge on a low bandwidth wavelength : +Coleridge+ Torp is ready, I just need to know the timeframe. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at himself...:: what it followed me? Johnson Kenyon: AH! Johnson Kenyon: ::embarrassed... heading to his quarters:: Chirakis: # LT Hill> :::listening all frequencies::: Scott Coleridge: @ ::has been working out calculations manually:: +Nijil+ We need at least 1000 km between us and the torpedo. Johnson Kenyon: ::doing whatever he can think to avoid people:: Chirakis: # LT Hill> :::adjusting::: Johnson Kenyon: ::glad there isn't a lot of people... listening for their reaction as he passes by in hurried walk:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking behind... there appears to be some reaction...:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving quicker:: Chirakis: # LTCDR Dayson> ::pacing, checking all screens::: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Set the timer and launch when ready. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering quarters, heading for the sonic shower:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ That may take a few hours of velocity if it's only the torp moving. Chirakis: # LTCDR Dayson> :::sighs::: Alien ship is way past at least. Johnson Kenyon: ::showering:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ I don't want to risk moving the ship if we don't know what's out there. Do it. mimipavilion: ::looks around and then stares at Fletcher for a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Launching now under chemical propulsion. :: a loud clank in the background :: Chirakis: # LT Hill> ::working on scan mode as well as communication::: Chirakis: # LT Hill> :::stops:::listens::: Chirakis: # LTCDR Dayson> Got something? Chirakis: # LTCDR Dayson> Put it up. Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking he'd better reach Ensign Sartrou immediately after his shower:: Chirakis: ACTION> Pings come from some area of the nebula, like pings against a submarine, coming slowly closer in their direction. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/5/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: TBS Captain? Scott Coleridge: 3 hours Scott Coleridge: And then the torpedo goes boom. Chirakis: Hm... near Regulus? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  17. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |5 July 2019 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local. The star that Aegean was exploring hit the ship with a wave. Aegean is now disabled, 0.6 AU from the star and its dangerous radiation. Their orbit is unstable but they have 10 days before the ship will be pulled into the star. Only basic systems and life support are online. The main computer is offline and backup processors are at 20%. Methods of restoring power developed to counter Breen weaponry are not much help. Ways to send for help are in progress. Starfleet Command’s Runabout Regulus cannot find Aegean nor does it respond to hail. Meanwhile, they detect alien vessels passing through the nebula without noticing Regulus or Aegean. The Alien Alliance ships are bound for An-Ward. On Aegis, what seems to be a complex alien language has yet to be translated. In addition, communication with a small, smelly alien species that was caught tinkering with Aegis electronics has not been successful.
  18. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1035, STARDATE 51907.01 = /\ = After nearly dying multiple times the crew of Manticore take off for some much needed R&R aboard Starbase 312. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1035, STARDATE 51907.01 = /\ = 190701.log
  19. SD 0630.2019 Excalibur has found herself lost in time, again. And now with two Irene's, which seems problematic. At least we got a little closer to home, but we may have also changed that future by accidentally ruining the planet we had formerly been based on. Oopsies.
  20. Koloth (Klingon captain) wakes up and agrees to abandon the D7, which, despite Arc's valiant efforts, has begun to drift with the currents of the anomaly. He is moved to the brig. Medical determines that everyone, including Koloth, Lo'Ami and all the Klingon and Federation crew have extra neural signatures. chatlog2019-6-23.txt
  21. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur attempted to trip the light fantastic and slip gently through time and space back to 2388. Things, however, did not go as planned and they now find themselves sometime unknown, BUT AT LEAST IN THE RIGHT STAR SYSTEM 50% of mission goals ain't bad!! Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: That's not exactly how we drew it up. ::·massages his neck::· William Chocox: ::Is covered in suppressant. Irene Mincine: :: In Engineering, there's a slight issue: There's our familiar blue-shirted Irene down and out next to the (covered in fire suppressant) tachyon beam gun, and a red-shirted Irene groaning across the room? :: Hakran K'hal: ::·is waiting to hear about the Irene situation, as well as long-range sensors::· William Chocox: Commander? That doesn't seem right. ::points at the two Irenes:: Rhan K'hal: (( such a master of understatement, Will )) William Chocox: ((He's secretly British.)) Maryse Dubois: ::On her way to Engineering.:: Cptn Swain: ::Looking over:: I'd hope that's not how you drew it up. Hakran K'hal: To be fair, it was still a smoother ride than the slingshot would've been. Though the planet would've been like... that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She programmed the cleaning system to dissolve the suppressant, leaving the occupants and the room itself fire free and relatively clean. Frowning at the duplicate Irenes, she crouched next to the blue-shirt, checking for her pulse.:: No, it doesn't seem right, at all. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our attempt to slip-stream with her DNA must have duplicated her somehow. Rhan K'hal: Okay, re-booting the sensor arrays. Let's hope they don't blow up! Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Indaura Ryssan: :: helping those that arrive in sickbay. So far not overwhelming the staff :: Hakran K'hal: ::·looks over to Issaha::· You're frowning. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie. Rhan K'hal: Looks like they're only at 46% capacity, but they didn't blow up. One silver lining to a temporally charged black cloud. Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in Main Engineering just after the cleaning system kicked in. She glances around, going over to Miranda and checks on Irene.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: You're reverting to Rihan, Issaha. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie. William Chocox: Yeah...that's um...should we inform the bridge? Irene Mincine: : The eggheads are freaking out. Blue-shirt Irene has a very faint pulse that disappears after Maryse arrives!. Her exposed skin is all nasty and red from radiation burns, too. Red-shirt Irene seems to be doing much better, banging her fist on the floor. One of the eggheads, bleeding from a cut on his brow, updates Maryse :: "The radiation alarms were going crazy. She told us to get away while she kept the ship in one piece, so we did. We'd all be dead without her." Irene Mincine: Egghead> "The radiation levels were easily enough to kill a human. I don't know about a Klingon, or a hybrid..." :: He trailed off. :: Hakran K'hal: ::·flattens ears::· Out with it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It would appear the failure of our temporal slip-stream resulted in catastrophic effects on the planet. It may have caused some... unintended effects. Hakran K'hal: Such as? Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Blue Irene a dose of something from a hypo.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and moved to the red shirt Irene.:: In addition to radiation, it seems Ensign Mincinie was somehow duplicated, or split in two, or perhaps one of these belongs to whatever time we're currently in. William Chocox: ::rubs his temples:: I'm going to figure out exactly how messed up the ship is. Unless you have something else I should be doing Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, Chocox. That's exactly what you should be doing. I want to know what else we're going to have to rebuild. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well, in 2388 this planet was colonized by the Tamarn Empire and fought over by themselves and the Kaedwani. William Chocox: On it ma'am. ::walks over to his console to figure out how bad the ship is:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Categorizing injuries as they arrive. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It seems exceedingly likely that turning it into a temporal wasteland will have had unintended consequences to the timeline. Hakran K'hal: Ohhh crap. Irene Mincine: :: With the hypo, Blue Irene's pulse returns, at least. Red Irene crawls to lean up against a wall. She's wearing the 2388 uniform, just red instead of blue. The egghead stands over Maryse and Blue Irene. :: Egghead> "Is she going to make it, doctor?" Rhan K'hal: Such a master of understatement, bro. Cptn Swain: ::Joins the frowning:: Lovely. Cptn Swain: But on the bright side maybe they're good friends now and go out for ice cream on the weekends. Cptn Swain: Maybe have play dates. Maryse Dubois: I don't know yet. ::Looks to her team that came with her.:: Get her to sickbay now. Radiation decontamination protocols. Hakran K'hal: Okay, the computer is starting to return data using the astrometric data. Let's see when we are... Maryse Dubois: ::Turns her attention to Red. She goes over to her, checking her over.:: Cptn Swain: So, that's one advantage the sling shot would have had on us. Hakran K'hal: ::·tap tappity tap tap::· Cptn Swain: ACTION> The date is *DRUM ROLL* 2338 Hakran K'hal: [REDACTED] Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This one, too? Best to keep her in containment, Doctor. ::She crouched near red-shirt Irene.:: Do you know where you are, Ensign? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Cptn Swain: Yes? Hakran K'hal: We only made it halfway. We're in twenty-three THIRTY-eight. William Chocox: ::looks at his console that has a distressing amount of red, especially at the places where they had jury rigged the hull:: Cptn Swain: What's fifty-years between friends. Maryse Dubois: :;Scanning Red.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Med Team takes Blue to sickbay.:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets transported to sickbay. Oddly, Red Irene only got a slight radiation hit. It looks like the worst of it was when she got thrown across the room, cracking a couple ribs when she hit, but other than that she's fine. She's panting, laying against the wall. :: "Yeah, the Excalibur's main engineering, doc. What the hell happened?" William Chocox: This is the worst I've seen the ship ever...including that time I blew up the EPS system. Maryse Dubois: Her radiation levels are surprisingly fine. Can't say the same for her ribs. Hakran K'hal: ::·clears throat::· Hakran K'hal: Ah. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Blue Irene :: Cptn Swain: Alright. First order of business is to find out how badly we're damaged. We can figure out what went wrong later. ::Frowns:: But the chances of us going unnoticed in this time period for very long are a lot slimmer. Starfleet was doing fairly regular exploration of this zone. Theoretically there should be Tamarn vessels as well. Maryse Dubois: Med Assistant> ::To Indaura:: Dr. Dubois says her radiation levels are extremely high and needs decontamination. Hakran K'hal: We, ah, did make quite a temporal and spatial ruckus considering the... difficulties. I would be very surprised if we don't have company sooner rather than later. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to the view screen:: I'd prefer to not make our contamination of the timeline any worse. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yeah. I am assuming someone noticed that. Cptn Swain: Hopefully its one of ours first, at least, Indaura Ryssan: Let's get her in there... :: walks her into a room :: Get in there and strip down... put your clothes in the container in the corner. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene shakes her head dismissively. :: "I'll be fine, Doctor. Don't worry about me. I'm more concerned about the ship after we had to dump the..." :: She looks at the big glowing warp core in the center of Engineering. :: "...core?" Hakran K'hal: Issaha, is there any way we can use the temporal properties on the planet to um... cross the finish line? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should get her to medbay and have her checked over. I don't want either of them on duty, Doctor, until we find out what went wrong. ::Seriously to Maryse.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's possible. But I'd need to run some more scans of the planet and also figure out exactly why our last attempt failed. Maryse Dubois: I wasn't planning on them going anywhere as it were. Come on Ensign. ::Helping Red.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we'll need to make some repairs. I doubt we're in any condition to attempt to traverse time. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is undressed by the assistants. The radiation burns are pretty gross. She's being stabilized by the medical crew, at least, if still critical. :: Hakran K'hal: Well, let's do our part, anyway. ::·rises::· Hopefully the labs are in one piece. Indaura Ryssan: Get her in there and we can start the decontamination. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene gets helped to her feet. :: "You repaint the walls while I was out? Or maybe I've got a concussion..." Maryse Dubois: I feel we have much to discuss... ::Taking Red to sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal: Speaking to the status of the ship, we might need some glue. Lots of glue. How about a new ship, actually? Would Starfleet mind if we ruined a planet, lost an Akira class and showed back up in a borrowed early 24th Century freighter? William Chocox: ((Depends, is our Captain James T. Kirk, Jean-Luc Picard, Benjamin Sisko, or Kathryn Janeway? Then yes.)) Cptn Swain: I am sure there's a Miranda class we could borrow. Cptn Swain: You all liked it so much last time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She returned to main engineering, sinking into one of the undamaged chairs with a sigh.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain. Rhan K'hal: Sadist. Sir. Cptn Swain: Maybe that exact one even. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets taken into the decontamination room as Red Irene arrives in sickbay. :: Red> "I don't think our quantum experiment worked out like we expected, did it? :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods and follows along: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the assistants with Blue Irene :: Rhan K'hal: ::·lets Swain get to the talking with the Miranda class XO while he tries to draw in more information from the rest of the wreck::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Miranda class vessels are the prettiest. )) Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead Hakran K'hal: ::·takes a rather slow lift ride down to deck 4::· Maryse Dubois: I'm not privy to the details, but I would guess not. ::Helps her to a bed.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Ensign Mincine appears to be alive, sir, though we now have a duplicate on board. They are both being taken to sickbay for their injuries. Hakran K'hal: Whatever happens, if I'm still in a Starfleet uniform by the time this is over, I'd be surprised. Hakran K'hal: Though we're doing a good job of keeping you away from all the politics back home, eh? Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Oh dear. I am not sure the universe is ready for that. But I am glad to hear... she... they... Ensign Micine is okay. What's the status of the ship? Indaura Ryssan: :: Lets the machine do its work :: Rhan K'hal: ::·head pops up at hearing of a duplicate::· Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's still in rough shape, but at least her radiation levels are dropping. Red Irene very gingerly lays down in one of the biobeds. :: Red> "Captain Hawthorne's going to be pissed about this." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Though who knows, perhaps this planet was also key to some part of my or my people's future and we return to a different Romulus? William Chocox: Commander, this ship is...shall we say...absolutely FUBAR? Hakran K'hal: A friendly, non-expansionist Romulan Star Republic? Cptn Swain: Issaha> There hasn't been an Emperor in many years so its mostly a technical distinction. Maryse Dubois: Captain...hmm. I'm sure she will be understanding. ::Does a more thorough scan of Red. Then gives her something to relax a little.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned at Chocox's answer.:: +Swain+ Not good, sir. We're still assessing the damage. Our warp core appears to be intact, but we've lost the damaged nacelle again and several portions of our hull have collapsed. William Chocox: ::William slides the readouts over to where she is:: Hakran K'hal: ::·shrug-nods at that as the lift doors finally open on deck 4, lets out a big sigh::· Okay, let's go save our bacon. And the rest of the pig if we can manage. ... Damn, now I want a ham sandwich. ::·shakes head, is very fatigued and will probably just nod off in the lab after an hour::· Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. Keep me posted. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I doubt the replicators are working. Maryse Dubois: ::Places a couple devices on Red's rib cage to help the fractures.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Rations again. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's DNA is identical to existing records. She has scarring from shoulder surgery and one kidney... it's definitely Irene. :: Red> "Commander Swain's the one *I* have to answer to, though. That's going to be fun." Hakran K'hal: Such a beacon of light and joy you are. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I like them. Rhan K'hal: Sir, I've done a scan of the immediate area. Any of the bits of the ship we lost are somewhere in that temporal vortex. our maneuvering thrusters are operable so we can very slowly limp around. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Ensign, just to verify a couple things, can you tell me your name? Then Tell me where you are, and what time it is. Indaura Ryssan: Irene, err, blue Irene. :: into the comm :: How are you feeling? Rhan K'hal: As for any incoming vessels, at our current long-range sensor capability we'll only get about a 3 light year warning. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She leaned forward, forearms resting on the console, head slightly bowed as she read through the list Will had so far. Her usual frown was gone, replaced by something more akin to despair.:: Maryse Dubois: I'm simply making sure there was no brain trauma. You hit pretty hard. :;Scanning her head.:: William Chocox: Not going to lie Commander. Kinda feeling the same way. Hakran K'hal: ::·enters the lab, which besides being lit by emergency lighting is otherwise intact::· Hakran K'hal: Let's hope the sensors recorded something helpful before they took a dump. Hakran K'hal: ::·grabs his favorite wheelie chair and slides over to a console and powers it up::· Irene Mincine: Red Irene> :: Breathes easier once her rib fractures are healed up. She rattles off the important facts. :: "Ensign Irene Mincine, daughter of P'Lor. I'm in the Excalibur sickbay. Stardate 49123.4." :: Her brain is fine. Must be that thick Klingon skull of hers. Blue Irene makes some unintelligible sounds in response to Indaura. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to the burns on Blue Irene, making her look more red that blue :: Cptn Swain: Assuming that all the radiation doesn't obscure their approach. Cptn Swain: Or that they're not cloaked. Rhan K'hal: ::·gets the MSD to light up at the rear of the bridge-unsurprisingly it's mostly red, or black::· Cptn Swain: Issaha> :settles in nearby"" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed and glanced up at Will, shaking her head.:: I enjoy keeping the ship running, but this... this is just ridiculous. We don't have the materials needed for even a fraction of these repairs. We exhausted most of our supply already. Rhan K'hal: ::·Swain::· My usual pessimism seems to be rubbing off on your sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Had recorded what Red Irene said. She then forwards it to Swain, Miranda and Hakran.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the attempt at using cobbled materials didn't hold up under the stresses needed to make the jump. Maryse Dubois: Thank you Ensign. Everything appears fine, but you must rest now. Hakran K'hal: ::·looks at the message::· Hakran K'hal: What, 2 Irenes? One from Stardate 49123.4? William Chocox: I know. It's not pretty...but I'll try to figure out what I can do to patch it together. Irene Mincine: Red> "If I'm fine, I need to get back to the bridge. They can't be without a tactical officer." :: She tries to get off of the biobed. Blue Irene's vitals are improving, but still critical. :: Hakran K'hal: ::·pulls at his mane, which just helps to repair the spiky style::· How... Maryse Dubois: No no...::Putting a hand on her shoulder.:: The...Captain insisted you remain here and rest. Hakran K'hal: Okay, I guess we're gonna have to add that to the data pile. 49123.4... Irene Mincine: "Of course she did..." :: Irene's face hardens into the scowl of someone not getting her way. :: "Fine, doctor. But I don't want to stay here a second longer than I have to." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Good. Now lay back and relax, please. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should know the drill by now. Priority lists. ::She flicked one of the screens away dismissively, then another, searching for the internal sensor readings that showed damaged to engineering.:: Cptn Swain: ...and,,, William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene sighs and lays back down. Blue Irene's pulse disappears again just in time for the cliffhanger. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  22. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/28/19 =/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS 11 hours. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegis security is dealing with Crow and the gremlin. While Aegean investigates Nebula 259b the star's massive explosion spins them out of control. Major power systems are down. Several are injured. Aegis and Starfleet's security tail Regulus have lost contact with Aegean. Only Cpt Chirakis has been informed. Everyone else believes that Aegean is on a routine science mission. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= mimipavilion: ::medical:: Fletcher Jackson: :::earlier than he usually is::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::in medical as well, checking on the patients in Sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: @::in sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: ::fetching a cup of tea from the replicator:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering:: Jylliene: ::Ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::asleep in her bed:: Chirakis: ::in her office, exchanging information with Starfleet Command:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::on Aegean bridge:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::checks Coleridge's bio signs:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene:: Morning, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: @::opens his eyes:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::under a console's maintenance hatch trying to connect aux power:: Dacia Sandero: @ Oh. How're you doing? Scott Coleridge: @::frown:: I think that's your department, not mine. Chirakis: ::after some time, she exits her office looking as relaxed as she can under the circumstances::: Scott Coleridge: @::apparently his sense of humour is intact:: Jylliene: ::suddenly starts:: Oh - good morning ::to Jackson:: Dacia Sandero: @ Hah, well could've been worse. You had a nasty fall on the bridge but it doesn't look like anything long term. Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking about the missing ship:: mimipavilion: ::going through the night shift reports:: Scott Coleridge: @::suddenly remembers what happened, sits up:: Bridge. The star. What… status Scott Coleridge: @What's our status? Chirakis: ::begins her usual pace through CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::a spark and the console flickers to life with a dull glow:: Dacia Sandero: @ We're running on emergency power since yesterday, only basic systems and life support is online. The star emitted some kind of wave that knocked us pretty hard. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::pulls herself up:: Dacia Sandero: @ Feel free to talk to the bridge who'd give you better information in that regard. I'm a doctor not an engineer. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The wave overpowered the shields. Scott Coleridge: @::swings his legs over the side of the bed:: I'd like to go the bridge. Dacia Sandero: @ You should be all right to go back, given you had the night to rest. I should go back too, so I can keep an eye on you. But I think you should be fine. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Okay, now to work through the local processors. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Working from the bridge :: mimipavilion: ::notes that it was a typical night:: Scott Coleridge: @ Sounds good. Lead on. Dacia Sandero: @ All right, ::heads out of the sickbay, leaving it in the care of one of the nurses:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Noticed the ship had been listing for the past few hours, nothing to do about it now :: Chirakis: ::pace...pace...pace...pace:::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Life support sensors, on line. Internal sensors offline. External sensors offline. Tarisa: ::Enters the CnC.:: mimipavilion: ::goes and does rounds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Not much electrical is working. Chirakis: ::turns:: Morning, Commander ::to Tarisa::: Scott Coleridge: @::keeping pace with Dacia, not too unsteady on his feet despite this being his second head injury in a few weeks:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::Luckily it wasn't far to the bridge:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Main computer offline. Back up computer processors, 20%. Tarisa: ::Had noticed the pacing. Gives a nod and tail wave.:: Captain. ::Heads for her station.:: Alexis McFarland: ::still curled up asleep, dreaming about being on other starships:: Scott Coleridge: @::enters the bridge:: Fletcher Jackson: :::hums softly since there isn't much traffic this morning::: mimipavilion: ::finishes her rounds, notes that everything is under control and quiet as usual:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Dreaming about how much fun it will be to have Alexis as her neighbor.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Ah, some progress. Local processors tied to maneuvering thrusters are finally responding. Johnson Kenyon: ::leaning back in chair, lost in thought:: mimipavilion: ::goes and grabs a requisition PADD to finish filling out and heads to the CnC via tl, leaving medical to one of her AMO's:: Jylliene: ::gets a puzzled look, presses a few buttons on her console, focusing hard:: Chirakis: ::leans against the railing to watch those still at breakfast on the commerce desk::: Fletcher Jackson: ::::long stretch, then cracks his back::: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC, looking at the PADD, looks up briefly to step off the tl, then back down at the PADD:: Scott Coleridge: @ Report. Tarisa: ::Checks the sensors and sensor logs.:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Good morning, Dr. Pavilion. Dacia Sandero: @ ::heads back to a secondary Science terminal to help out there:: mimipavilion: ::hears Chirakis and not looking up:: Morning Captain Jylliene: ::gets a more puzzled look, presses the same buttons:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stands to refresh coffee and notices her expression::: Fletcher Jackson: ::stops to watch::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We are currently at 0.6 AU from the star. Orbit is unstable but we have a 10 days before we'd fall back into the star. All systems out of less than 20% functional. Jylliene: ::ponders, runs a quick algorithm:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Primary failures are the main computer and main power. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We need to be towed out. Fletcher Jackson: :::Jylliene, curious:: : Problem, Commander? Anything I can help with? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We could probably operate impulse systems manually. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and goes looking for Lt Little:: Jylliene: Just received a bizarre message. It's utterly jumbled. Jylliene: It makes no sense. mimipavilion: ::breathes a bit, finally finishing her requisition and takes it over to Jylliene:: My requisition is ready whenever you are. ::pauses:: Really? Jylliene: I'm running a quick diagnostic that usually clears up mistranslations, but this may be well beyond it. Johnson Kenyon: ::finding him, asks if there is any maintenance to be done on the bridge so he can understand what's happening:: Chirakis: # Dayson> Aegean, Starfleet Regulus, respond. Jylliene: ::takes the requisition from the doctor:: Chirakis: ::slowly turns to listen go Jylliene::: Scott Coleridge: @ What's the status of comms? Jylliene: ::is beginning to feel popular in a bad way:: Chirakis: # Dayson> Mr Hill, scan all frequencies. Chirakis: # Hill> On it. mimipavilion: ::stands there, but to the side a bit, in case Chirakis needs to step up next to Jylliene:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Operating at 15%. Not enough to get a signal through the nebula. Scott Coleridge: @ And sensors? Chirakis: ::once more::: # Dayson> Ship Aegean, Runabout Regulus. Respond any way that you can. Jylliene: Sending it to your console now, Captain. In case you see something I don't. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Checks rad levels:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Offline. I've set several tricorders near some viewports just so we know if we're about to run into a planet or something. Chirakis: ::nods:: I'll see what I can do, Commander. There are strange languages in our area that have still not been entered into our database. Alexis McFarland: ::mumbles incoherently:: Chirakis: Otherwise, carry on. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. mimipavilion: ::looks around the CnC, but things are starting to feel a little off, but she could be mistaken:: Jylliene: ::to Mimi:: I'll get this entered shortly. Thank you. Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, moving on to coffee::: Chirakis: :::moves slowly to her console and logs in::: mimipavilion: ::Jylliene:: Thanks. Just better to get my monthly requisitions in before the deadline. Jylliene: ::nods:: Greatly appreciated. mimipavilion: ::walks over to a less busy area to get out of the way:: Fletcher Jackson: ::returns and logs back in to listen to the usual passing ship chatter::: Chirakis: ::her expression changes, but only a little, then she blanks her screen::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Sir, methods of restoring power developed to counter Breen weaponry don't seem to be aiding in our situation. Jylliene: ::wonders if it was some kind of coded message, but figures even code tries to be unremarkable, not something that attention-grabbing:: Scott Coleridge: @ So if I understand the situation correctly: we're too close to a star outputting dangerous radiation with little to no defences, no sensors, and no way to contact help. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Correct except we seem to be safe from the radiation. I finally got the proof I needed that the dampening wave neutralizes radiation. So, there's that. Chirakis: # Ens Brady> Commander... strange communication coming through on high frequency - just above 'Fleet chatter. Chirakis: # Dayson> Put it on. Chirakis: # Brady> Putting up now mimipavilion: ::looks around and notices Chirakis a little more tense than usual:: Chirakis: # Dayson> ::stroking his chin::: Well, it is strange - not only in frequency but it seems to be moving out of range. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The hull protects is from radiation, for now. Chirakis: # Dayson> In the direction of.... ::hm.:: An-Ward. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ So many electrical systems are affected. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Nods:: Chirakis: # Dayson> Have we been detected? Chirakis: # Hill> Not that I can see, sir. They seem to be moving away from us. Chirakis: # Dayson> ::nods:: Keep the hail going at low frequency. Scott Coleridge: @ Could we remodulate the comms system to use the dampening wave from the star as a carrier wave? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::considers that for a moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Au mean producing the opposing wave to cancel it out? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ It would have to be timed exactly with the next pulse. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Here's the thing.. we may be able to match the waveform, but we can't match the amplitude. Chirakis: :::slow pace toward Mimi and Tarisa::: How are things going with you this morning? Anything new? mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: No ma'am Chirakis: And the children? mimipavilion: Doing well as can be expected. Alexis McFarland: ::eating her pillow:: Tarisa: :;Ears perk up at the conversation.:: Chirakis: ::lifts a brow::: Doing well as to be expected? It has not been my experience that the children are not into mischief. Chirakis: 10:50 PM mimipavilion: Depends on the individual child. Chirakis: That it does. Chirakis: :::Tarisa::: And Miana? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ If our priority is to send a distress signal I think we can construct a transmitter and power it through aux systems. Jylliene: ::keeps running the communication back through the diagnostic, looped, hoping to figure something out. Even if it's pretty far-fetched:: Tarisa: She is well. She told me school is going fine, and that there are many new children. Scott Coleridge: @ If we can't get out under our own power, we need comms. mimipavilion: ::holds back a smirk:: Chirakis: New children from "below"? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: That is what she says. They apparently smell different. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Our best bet is to run though a chemically based power source. Chirakis: And that.. I understand. ::slight grin:: They have lived below for several years and are not quite used to our protocol. Fletcher Jackson: ::glances over to Jylliene, then begins to watch her::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I will need to check the cargo bay for such a device. Tarisa: I do not think she means that they smell bad. When someone is in one place for vast periods of time, certain smells rub off. For instance, I can easily tell who is from Aegis and those from other ships. Chirakis: ::nods::: True. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Jylliene: ::instinctively reaches for a coffee cup, hand closing on nothing. Blinks.:: Oh. Well, that explains *that*, at least. ::mumbled:: Fletcher Jackson: Oh.. fresh coffee, ma'am? ::standing:: It just came in. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We need to get a subspace message out... or get a probe to do it for us. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ A probe would need to be manually launched. And by that I mean shoved out an airlock. Fletcher Jackson: And... uh... they took your mug away to clean it. I tried to stop 'em but they said it was protocol? Jylliene: I would greatly appreciate that. Fletcher Jackson: Coming right up. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: It was, no doubt, necessary. Jylliene: Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Ie, and avoid another wave... Fletcher Jackson: :::full mug and favorite donut in hand, he returns::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I'll prepare both attempts... I would think Aegis would send out a search if we don't report back. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/28/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge anything to sweeten the pot? Scott Coleridge: Not right now Chirakis: TBS? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Two hours Chirakis: Very well. TBS is 2 hours. Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  23. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |28 June 2019 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS is 11 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. While life on Aegis returned to normalcy, the situation on the science exploration ship, Aegean, worked from curious to catastrophe. A crew from Aegeis had taken Aegean to nebula 259b to investigate a star that seemed to trigger wave pulses as soon as a starship entered the area. During their scientific investigation, most of Aegean’s power went out, life support dwindled to minimal, and an increase of the star’s electromagnetic waves threatened the entire ship. Dr Sandero’s sick bay overflowed and the security detail from Aegis worked in full force. Starfleet Command has informed Captain Chirakis of the incident. She has yet to pass the information on.
  24. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1034, STARDATE 51906.24 = /\ = Cadet Jack Ryan was found dead in his brig cell. After an autopsy by Doctor Chalice it was determined his death was the result of a suicide by hanging. However the report also noted questionable bruising in other areas of the body. Doctor Chalice ultimately closed her report and the true nature of his death shall remain hidden... for now. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1034, STARDATE 51906.24 = /\ = 190624.log
  25. SD 0623.2019 Excalibur attempted to trip the light fantastic and slip gently through time and space back to 2388. Things, however, did not go as planned and they now find themselves sometime unknown, BUT AT LEAST IN THE RIGHT STAR SYSTEM 50% of mission goals ain't bad!!
  26. On Arcadia, medical finds that both Lo'Ami and the captain of the Klingon vessel have extra brainwave patterns. Dana valiantly tries to maintain the docking connection between the Klingon ship and Arcadia. On the planet, Derek finds that the Bum had previously been drawing the same D7 he saw. He tells the only person he thinks will understand, Alice. chatlog2019-6-2.txt
  27. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is readying for an attempt to return to their own time using a rather unorthodox method: space lube, crafted from molecules of Irene's blood and reproduced by proto-horta microbes found on the planet they have been orbiting for several days as they made repairs. The USS Lysander is staying just in range, should anything go wrong that leaves us in this time period, but has moved to a safe distance. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for the word:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, still, tapping a coded message.:: Rhan, send the following coded message to command Lysander. William Chocox: ::in Engineering monitoring everything:: Irene Mincine: :: In main engineering, at the big bad radiation laser, waiting for the signal to begin. :: Rhan K'hal: Sending. ::·a few beats::· Message away, with receipt signal. Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, with her staff, making sure things are secured.:: Hakran K'hal: ::·steps onto the bridge to handle the sensor work::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in her chair on the bridge, fingers absently drumming on her armrest as she burned off some of the nervous energy. She checked the data padd in her hand for the tenth time, scrutinizing the hull readings. Of course, nothing had changed. They had a good chance of survival, but the small percentage of risk always remained.:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda briefly:: +Engineering+ Bridge to engineering. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Lieutenant Chocox here. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ K'hal to Mincine. Engaging open line. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Are we go to begin attempt. William Chocox: ::looks over to the eggheads:: Well? Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Dubois :: We are ready. Cptn Swain: (( Everyone, please give me two numbers 1-20, and 1-10 )) Indaura Ryssan: You know, if this goes bad we likely won't have much time to worry about it. William Chocox: ((16, and 8)) Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Acknowledged. Coming through loud and clear. Tachyon radiation collector is active. Ready for bombardment of sample." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Sensors are ready. ::·glances over to his brother::· We have as much computer power for this venture as we can get. Indaura Ryssan: (11, 7) Irene Mincine: ((6, 9)) William Chocox: +Bridge+ We are ready sir. Hakran K'hal: ((2, 19) Hunter Matheson: Helm ready. Maryse Dubois: ((13, 4)) Rhan K'hal: ((14, 4)) Cptn Swain: (( 9, 5 )) Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Good. All we can do now is wait. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 12, 8 )) Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Keep an eye on the quantum flux. I'll need to know immediately if it starts drifting so I can make corrections." Hakran K'hal: +I+ You'll have it. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Understood. Cptn Swain: Yellow alert. Indaura Ryssan: Here we go... Cptn Swain: ::Glances to science:: Begin when ready. Rhan K'hal: ::·presses the big yellow button::· Hunter Matheson: ::rigs for yellow:: Rhan K'hal: Lights>::·flash yellow with a nice chime::· Hakran K'hal: +I+ Ready, Irene? Indaura Ryssan: Should I stand or sit? Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes and whispers something to herself. She was uncharacteristically nervous. :: +Hakran+ "Ready to begin firing sequence." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Punch it. Well, knowing you I shouldn't say that. ::·grins::· Light 'er up. William Chocox: ::looks at the lights:: Fun, fun, fun. Maryse Dubois: Well, let's try sitting for now. Irene Mincine: :: She presses the big red button on the tachyon bombardment device. A blue particle beam shoots out of its tip, making the sample container glow bright white. :: +Hakran+ "Sequence initiated. Radiation output is stable." Maryse Dubois: :;Takes a seat Cptn Swain: ACTION> This is deffo using up a good deal of our CGI budget, which is good since the fiscal year is up soon. The blue beam shooting out from the Excalibur begins to form temporal anomaly. Hunter Matheson: Helm connected. Sequence verified. Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum flux is nominal. Readings indicate the beginnings of a temporal anomaly. William Chocox: ::looks over the readouts on his console:: Rhan K'hal: ::·over at mission ops, is on 'Oh sh!t' duty, ready to try to get whoever whatever when whatever goes sideways::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda gripped her armrests, preparing for the worst.:: Hakran K'hal: Stage one bombardment in progress, all readings within parameters. Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the anomaly begins to expand, Excalibur encounters buffeting. Hunter Matheson: Captain, helm suggests all strap in. Hakran K'hal: ::·bounces gently in his seat::· Irene Mincine: :: Irene wasn't ready to let her breath out yet. :: +Hakran+ "Tachyon output stable, temporal readings slightly off but well within tolerance. Correcting from here. Might get a little bumpy." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum probability matrix skewing slightly, should correct with your refinements. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Stage one completes and a large, wormhole looking temporal anomaly opens in front of the Excalibur, increasing buffeting and chroniton radiation. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::standing at the tactical console, frowning:: Indaura Ryssan: (I read that as a buffet) Hakran K'hal: +I+ Stage one complete, temporal vortex formed. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::at the second science console, monitoring sensors:: Chronition radiation increasing. Still within limits. Hakran K'hal: +I+ QPI back within parameters, begin stage 2. Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda:: What's the status of the hull? Irene Mincine: :: Irene showsd a small smile when stage 1 completed. :: +Hakran+ "We've formed the Federation's first quantum-temporal anomaly, folks." :: She tapped some controls on the laser device. :: +Hakran+ "Beginning Stage 2." :: The blue particle beam shifted colors toward green. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her eyes were glued to those readings, so there was no hesitation in her answer.:: Hull is holding for the moment. Some stresses, but within normal limits. If the disturbance gets worse, however... Hunter Matheson: Helm holding steady. Velocity steady as she goes. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeling a bit nauseous :: Cptn Swain: Can we transfer additional power to SIF? Hakran K'hal: Helm, when this starts the vortex is going to do most of the work. Just keep the ship's attitude in line with the center line of the temporal slipstream. Rhan K'hal: Power, yes. I'll have to manually make the adjustments, the computer is a wee bit busy at the moment. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hakran K'hal: +I+ Probability matrix is running high. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Computer is in control of stage 2. Readings are nominal, progressing normally." Cptn Swain: ::He was nervous about their, improvised, hull glue.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Verified, keep ship attitude in line with center line of the temporal slipstream. ::his eyes continue to sweep the console, making sure that all set parameters continue::: Rhan K'hal: ::·using his felinoid expertise at balance, makes minor adjustments to the SIF as stage 2 progresses::· Indaura Ryssan: I don't think i like this method of travel... I don't have the time for it. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Compensating." :: She tapped some controls. :: "OK... we should be doing better." Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Steady as she goes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, take whatever power isn't needed for the transfer and shove it into our shields. I want them shored up now. Our stress points are spiking. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal vortex begins maturing. It has now almost completely engulfed the Excalibur. Sensor readings outside the vortex begin to become highly erratic. Maryse Dubois: ::Eye rolls at the pun.:: You want to stay here in hostile Romulan space then? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma'am. Transferring everything we have. ::transfers the power around:: Indaura Ryssan: They make interesting patients. Hakran K'hal: +I+ ::·looks over the data::· Confirmed. Temporal vortex is stabilizing around us. Which is about all I can tell you. As soon as the vortex is greater than 98% you are go for stage 3 and transit. Indaura Ryssan: Met one at a conference once. She asked me so many questions regarding Denobulans. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Chroniton radiation above anticipated levels. Gamma radiation also higher than anticipated, but within tolerance. Rhan K'hal: ::·eyes closed, looking almost like he's in a trance as he continues to make manual adjustments to the SIF::· Hunter Matheson: ::without looking away from the console:: Tork, if 3 goes red, DO NOT TOUCH. Just let me know immediately. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was hyper-focused on keeping everything stable on her end. :: +Hakran+ "Confirmed, bridge. Vortex stability reading 98%... beginning stage 3. Prepare for temporal transit." Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, we are getting radiation warnings, nothing fatal yet, but I'd get out my 1000 SPF sunscreen. Hakran K'hal: Nothing we can do about it now, we passed no go already. Hakran K'hal: ::·bridge::· Hold on to your butts or other long-term-stationary-position-body parts. Maryse Dubois: You probably would let her dissect you if she asked. ::Looks at the monitor.:: It looks like mostly Chroniton. Indaura Ryssan: Oh I'm not *that* friendly. Hakran K'hal: Vortex is molding to the outer hull as expected. Transit beginning... now. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ride is, bumpy and a number of alarms begin going off in various systems. Quantum flux is much higher than anticipated. Hakran K'hal: +I+ So much for simulation numbers, we are way off on the quantum flux. Indaura Ryssan: I better not suddenly grow into an old woman... Cptn Swain: Issaha> Radiation readings climbing. Maryse Dubois: Don't jinx us now. Cptn Swain: ::Gripping his chair:: How much longer. William Chocox: Whoa! Hang in there baby! ::scrambles around his console:: Rhan K'hal: Cutting power from non-essentials, increasing shield strength in effected radiation frequencies. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sounded pretty exasperated down there. :: +Hakran+ "Shaddap and let me focus on adjusting the output..." :: She didn't look well, maybe it was all those chronitons... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching the readings :: Back in my day we had to get out and push to go to warp/ Hakran K'hal: ::·doesn't have the time to talk about the time as he also works to make adjustments based off of Irene's::· Rhan K'hal: SIF isn't as bad as it feels, I can't spare the computer power or the power power for the IDF. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Down in engineering, Chocox is reading increased stress levels on the hull -- mainly the areas shored up by makeshift means. Several sections begin to fail and the ship shudders violently as it loses compression on several decks. Cptn Swain: Report! Hakran K'hal: 34 seconds to vortex collapse. Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay, stress levels on the staff are rising with each passing moment :: Rhan K'hal: Decks 2A and 3A have hull breaches. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Um...about two thirds of the sections that we shored up are failing at the moment! Cptn Swain: ACTION> The decompression begins moving the Excalibur out of alignment with the center of the vortex, and the bumpy ride only gets worse. As does various radiation spikes. Rhan K'hal: Reading several internal collap... Ah, frag it that's the least of our worries. Maryse Dubois: I think something is happening. This is getting a little too violent. Indaura Ryssan: :: Is lifted off her feet for a moment, then dropped unceremoniously to the carpeting :: Hakran K'hal: Get us back on line, unless you want to shake hands with a dinosaur, Mr. Matheson. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Bridge, radiation levels spiking down here in engineering! I'm trying to keep us stabilized... it's... just a little more..." :: She was frantic at the controls! :: Indaura Ryssan: My ankle.... :: curses :: I'll be alright. Hunter Matheson: ::struggles to keep the ship aligned::: Hakran> Ship is out of alignment with vortex center. Hunter Matheson: Attempting to compensate. Hakran K'hal: 10 seconds to vortex collapse! Maryse Dubois: Try not to move much till we stop...if we stop... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal "lubrication" begins stripping off rapidly and the shuddering becomes extremely violent as the vortex suddenly collapses. Rhan K'hal: ::·doesn't have enough paws to keep everything going, concentrates on the SIF just to hold the ship together along enough for them to be vomited out of the vortex::· Indaura Ryssan: :: Now is slid across sickbay :: Whoa! Hakran K'hal: Vor-vor-t-t-t-t-tex col-lap-lap-ssssssed. Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Attempting to compensate.... Hunter Matheson: Prepare.... for.. impact. Hakran K'hal: ::·:Issaha::· Starfield check. When and where are we? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur "settles" as the temporal vortex dissipates. Virtually all of the parts of the hull that had been glued together by the proto-horta excrement have disintegrated, including any internal parts that were used. Radiation is still high. William Chocox: ::looks up at the big board and sees a variety of alarms:: Oh [expletive deleted] Cptn Swain: Issaha> Sensors still offline. Give me a second. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip:: Irene Mincine: :: A scream came over the com link to engineering. The sample container had burst, too. :: Hakran K'hal: [bleep] +I+ IRENE?! Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, this is not looking good... Cptn Swain: ::He glances over to the science console, then Miranda:: Get a damage report together. William Chocox: ::blinks before looking to see where the comm came from:: Who was that? Rhan K'hal: ::·tilts head, looking at what internal sensors can show::· You might be faster to get a non-damaged report, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda jumped out of her chair as soon as they'd settled.:: I'll be in engineering. ::She rushed for the lift, muttering curses under her breath.:: Indaura Ryssan: Radiation protocols are in affect/// William Chocox: ::looks around Engineering:: Anyone else hear that scream?! Maryse Dubois: ::Exhales. She slowly gets up, looking around.:: Let's get everyone put back together shall we? :;Calling out to the staff.:: I'm sure we'll be getting calls. I want all teams out. :;Goes to help Indaura.:: Irene Mincine: :: Nothing from Irene's link but static! The tachyon blaster was in flames, too, that might be a problem. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Short range sensors are online. We appear to be still in the Saras system. At least. Hunter Matheson: :::helm is out of control, unresponsive, no matter what he does is spells disaster::: Hakran K'hal: That's good, hitting the spatial coordinates was as important as the temporal ones. William Chocox: ((Who's hearing Irene's link?)) Irene Mincine: (( Science on the bridge )) Hakran K'hal: +Computer+ Locate Ensign Irene Mincine. Indaura Ryssan: :: Grabs onto Dubois :: Thank you. We may need to traverse the ship. Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs in relief as she examines Indaura's leg.:: Fortunately it's not a break, but it's a bad sprain. No pressure on it for a while, ok? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Though at our current rate of drift we need to consider the star's gravity field. Maryse Dubois: Help coordinate the medical teams. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: Also, I believe our uh... temporal vortex might have had an unexpected effect on the planet. Irene Mincine: Computer> "Two combadges are registered to Ensign Irene Mincine. Both of them are located in engineering. Damage to internal sensors does not allow for a more accurate reading." Hakran K'hal: Mr. Matheson, perhaps you could let the autopilot correct for our current ship attitude eccentricities. Hakran K'hal: Two? Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Aye, sir. If the autopilot works. Hakran K'hal: ::·Issaha::· What is it? Hunter Matheson: Helm is not happy at the moment.... hold on. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::before he could brow lift to the two Irene's:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The planet is no longer M-class. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's upper atmosphere seems to be in a state of temporal and quantum flux. Hakran K'hal: Err... then what is it? Hakran K'hal: Oh dear. William Chocox: Why is my department on fire?! Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: ::·sigh::· +Security+ K'hal to security, report to engineering and attempt to locate Ensign Mincine(s) and her commbadge(s). Cptn Swain: ::Hearing that, he made his way over:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda rushed out of the lift and into engineering.:: WHAT'S ON FIRE?! Hunter Matheson: ::he continues to scan the console and finally gets auto going::: Autopilot engaged. William Chocox: I think it's that thing the eggheads brought down here! Hakran K'hal: ::·somehow managed to indicate the parenthesed S's::· Hunter Matheson: But it's.... one more time... Cptn Swain: Temporal and quantum flux? Indaura Ryssan: :: Speaking to the medical teams in the background :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Cptn Swain: Seven hells. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: :: The tachyon blaster is on fire near the warp core, the sample container is blown wide open. And... there's two Irenes on the ground next to it! They both have severe radiation burns. :: Rhan K'hal: ::·hops down to join the throng at science::· Only 7? William Chocox: Oh [expletive deleted again]! ::grabs a fire extinguisher and attempts to at least get the fire under control if he can't put it out.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda slammed her hand down on the emergency protocols to blast the entire area with suppressant material.:: +Medical+ Get down to engineering, NOW! Cptn Swain: We'll worry about what went wrong later and how we added a ruined planet to the butcher's bill. Let's figure out when we are. Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ We're on the way. ::Grabs a kit.:: Rhan K'hal: All external comms are down, so I can't get any clues that way. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The ambient radiation and uh, over worked computer core is making star identification difficult, but it should hopefully begin to subside soon. Cptn Swain: Remind me, when we get back to our original time period, that time travel is to be strictly verboten, Rhan. Cptn Swain: ...and........ Indaura Ryssan: I'll go! Rhan K'hal: Aye sir, though technically it was already supposed to be. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Chocox gets buried in flame retardant. Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a couple of assistants and heads for the exit. Turns to Indaura.:: Sickbay is yours, Doctor. You can't move with that ankle. William Chocox: ::blinks:: Yep, should've done that. Indaura Ryssan: Or not. Understood. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  28. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/21/19 =/\= 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1900 hours (7:00 PM) Aegis local. So far Aegean has not encountered any unexpected resistance. Aegean is about to receive data from the solar probe. Aegis has settled to normalcy (Aegis normal, that is). Security is watching Crow and trying to communicate with the gremlin. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::even though it is shift change, we find Chirakis in her office, working - as usual::: mimipavilion: ::off duty and in her quarters:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::on Aegean bridge:: Jylliene: ::quarters, dinner with Annisha (I assume):: Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office, finishing up documents and such:: mimipavilion: ::eating at her desk, scrolling through personal messages:: Dacia Sandero: @::probably also on Aegean's bridge:: Chirakis: ::eventually she steps out of her office to pace around CnC, more thinking than watching others work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nijil was working on the Aegean's engineering deck. People all around, but relatively quiet :: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> :::focused on Tae'Lynn's probe, waiting for results:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Deep stellar probe is nearing its depth limit. Hopefully we will get a good scan of the anomalies before it fails. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::both curious and concerned at what might happen when a star is poked::: Tarisa: ::In her office, checking on a couple projects.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Doing a little after hour work with the Aegean being out :: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::actually, he has never poked a star before::: Hm... Dacia Sandero: @:::Still checking rad levels:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Oh good, getting some finer detail on the thermal currents. Electromagnetic paths more complex than expected. Annisha: :: Looks to Jyllene, slurping up a noodle :: So when's dad getting home? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Bridge+ Shields holding, for now. Jylliene: ::shrugs:: I'm not certain. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> +Nijil+ Keep a close watch.. just in case. Jylliene: ::spoons some more of the vegetables over her own noodles:: Hopefully it won't be a terribly long outing. Jylliene: Especially as he's the better cook. ::slight grin:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::with a sigh, she straightens her office and exits, looking for Mimi:: Jylliene: Better than I am at it, anyhow. Alexis McFarland: ::eating dinner:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computers are compiling a pattern in the system. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We might be able to predict the frequency of wave pulses. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Bridge+ If I was watching any close I'd be waving my hands on the bow. mimipavilion: ::her office is dark:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Let's see. Annisha: That's grans doing... the farm and such. Jylliene: I imagine so. Tarisa: Miana> ::Also eating dinner with her mother.:: mimipavilion: ::finishes her meal and sets the bowl aside:: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::watching, listening with both a childlike excitement and concern for what might happen::: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> +Nijil+ Just not too close. We only have one engineer. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am going to schedule these outings to avoid missing dinner... :: taps on the display :: mimipavilion: ::gets a glimpse of one the household servants getting the bowl:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::goes for tea and slumps into a chair in the doctors' lounge::: Jylliene: ::ponders:: I wonder if there'd be room somewhere for a communal garden. Jylliene: ::would probably kill the plants, as she has a black thumb:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ There should be a steady cycle. I wonder what caused the spike in frequency before. Annisha: It's a big station... the mushroom Amanda Davis PhD: ::ponders.... how do you communicate with something that really doesn't communicate::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Probe appears stable. Expanding sensor sweeps. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::Dran, as he stands:: Possibility of a regular irregularity, like.... say... one or two stable and one not so much? Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::chatting with her parents via subspace:: I'm glad you're coming soon. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Nothing indicates that yet. Further scans are picking up some variations in electron flow closer to the anomalies. Annisha: Au know those musical Vulcans? They suggested a music... place...hall or something. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Getting an energy spike now. Must be entering another layer. Alexis McFarland: @Alexis' Mom> And we have a special surprise for you when we arrive. I think you'll like it. Jylliene: That'd be nice to have. A performance venue. mimipavilion: ::finishes going through her messages and leans back in the chair and sighs a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to himself :: This place... Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Oh, Sir. I've lost the probes signal. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Switching to second probe. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Second probe is picking up increased electromagnetics along the surface. I think we should move away. Amanda Davis PhD: ::taps don't work, pictures don't work, not even food::: Annisha: The Annisha Auditorium... :: spreads her arms wide:: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, what kind of surprise? Jylliene: We could even have school performances. ::grins at Annisha:: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> Very well. +Nijil+ Move us away from the star. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Energy output increasing quickly. We really. Sir, I've lost second probe's signal. Alexis McFarland: Mom>. You'll see dear. We should be arriving early next month, I think. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> +Nijil+ Get us out of here. Dacia Sandero: @ ::watches the feed as well:::: Dacia Sandero: @::concurs with that:: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::looks around:: It doesn't feel like we're moving.... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Aye, moving us off. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, yay. It's lonely whenever Dacia goes on an away mission. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::turns::: It doesn't seem like... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I'm loosing all sensor feeds! Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nijil has been so transfixed on his station, he believed he was in main engineering, but in reality, his body was on the bridge :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::her console sputters suddenly then goes blank:: Dacia Sandero: @ Whoa, what happened? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I am unsure how fa... navigation is having issues. Chirakis: ACTION> What feels like a massive explosion throws Aegean away from the star, power goes out, and the crew is thrown everywhere. Annisha: Anni and her tiny strings Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::Falls into her console and off her seat:: Jylliene: You're a born leader. You might as well channel that positively. mimipavilion: ::goes through the house plans and signs off on what she needs to, if she hasn't already:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Flips over the helm console, does the Wilhelm scream :: Chirakis: ACTION> The ship is intact, but major power systems are out, though Aegean does have minor internal systems like life support::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::hits the floor and rolls until she hits the far wall:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Hits his back with a thud. He did not crash on any point, but his body landed in front of the now blank main viewer :: Chirakis: @ Coleridge> Thrown across the bridge, unable to grab or hold onto anything, his head slams into the bulkhead and he lands like a rag doll on the deck. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::scrambles up and towards the ops console:: Dacia Sandero: @::gets thrown around tumbles into the floor in front of her:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @:: He felt blood, from somewhere, along with a back massage as if performed by a Klingon bat'leth :: Chirakis: % Lt Hill> Commander, Aegean has disappeared. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That is correct. We have lost the ship on sensors. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Engaging back up systems. Nothing. Secondary. Still nothing. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::looking around at the emergency lighting:: Low power aux systems seem to be all we have. Chirakis: ACTION> Security officers aboard begin to check through the dark, looking for injured. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The bridge was spinning, or was he? He could see the emergency lights which ran along the ceiling, chemical and not electrical in nature. Alexis McFarland: Alexis' Mom>. We just need to wrap things up here, and catch the next ship to Aegis. I think we should be leaving Andoria within the next few days. We already have secured a ship that's travelling to Aegis. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::helm:: What was our course and speed before we lost power? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::looking around:: Chirakis: :::swings around to Cayne::: The ship is lost? Explain. Dacia Sandero: @Ugh, :gets up slowly and quickly checks herself out:: Is everyone okay? mimipavilion: ::gets up and stretches:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::spots Coleridge and moves over towards him. Checking his vitals:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Doctor, over here. Chirakis: % LtCdrDayson> Nothing? ::pulls on a headset:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::heads over to Dran and Coleridge, and takes out her tricorder:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It is merely not on sensors, and was have a repeater in the area. Chirakis: % Hill> Nothing, sir. They just... vanished. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I feel a pulse and he's breathing. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::moves clear to give the doc room to work:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Moans and curses in Rihan :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::Nijil:: What was out course and speed? Chirakis: ::Cayne::: ::slips a chip into his console:: Contact Runabout Regulus for information. Dacia Sandero: @::Scans him over::: He seems to have suffered some lacerations to his head and possibly a concussion:: You okay, sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: still lying on the deck :: I was, ugh, beginning to make a perpendicular trajectory away from the star. Chirakis: @ ::security use their basic medical training to check anyone injured::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::doing some calculations in her head:: If we managed any momentum we should be safe from falling back into the star for at least 12 hours. Dacia Sandero: @ Still unconscious, but he seems to be fine and not suffered anything major. I think he should be fine. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Regulus Aegis to Regulus. Request for information regarding location of USS Aegean. Chirakis: @ :::one kneels by Nijil and begins examining him for injuries::: Commander Korjata, can you hear me? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I had all the wind I've ever inhaled knocked out of me. Annisha: :: eats :: I think father is probably having a good time. Annisha: I know I'm a handful and he needs his own time. Chirakis: @ Sec 1> Keep talking, Commander. Stay with me. ::checks his vitals::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking her tricorder:: Hand held equipment seems to still function. mimipavilion: ::finishes with the house paperwork, then stretches a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ My vision is blurred and I have pain all over. I did not know I was a gymnast. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::scanning:: Jylliene: Eh, most children are handfuls at some point. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Chirakis :: They will be checking on the Aegean. Dacia Sandero: @ ::to the security people:: Cdr. Coleridge seems to be unconscious but should be fine. I'll need some assistance in transporting him to Sickbay. Chirakis: % Dayson> Okay... coding to Aegis. Annisha: :: Grumbles :: mimipavilion: @Sec 2>::to Sandero:: I'll help ma'am Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, not how I wanted to get the date but this confirms it. The wave does indeed neutralize the harmful radiation exposure in this system. Chirakis: % Dayson> :::slips in a chip and uses a low frequency to inform Aegis of Aegean's vanishing::: Dacia Sandero: @::nods::: Thanks. I think he might have hit his head when he fell. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ So, we won't die of radiation poisoning. At least not until we fall back into the star. Which, we may want to try and prevent. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks up :: Should I remain on the floor? :: thinks :: Orders captain? mimipavilion: @Sec 2>::nods and helps lift Scot, moves him to medical:: Chirakis: % Dayson> Hill, Begin a full scan for Aegean. Keep a watch out for the Alien Alliance. Chirakis: @ Sec 1> ::Nijil::: Tell me your name, sir. Chirakis: @ Coleridge> ::slight moan::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Admiral Korjata Dacia Sandero: @ Hey now, try to hold still. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: grins in pain :: SubCommander... Chirakis: @ Sec 1> Ohhh… kay. ::makes a note::: And the date? Dacia Sandero: @ ::tp Nijil:: Feel free to swing by Sickbay when you have the time.. Annisha: Hey mom, my friends and I are bored with the holodeck programs for the 'kids' Au ever write any hologames? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Right.. can someone get me up? Chirakis: @ Sec 1> ::continues his examination, says to Dacia:: I'll bring him in, ma'am. Jylliene: ::ponders:: I haven't yet. Jylliene: But I could consider one. Chirakis: @ Sec 1> Yes, sir. Take my arm. Careful. Dacia Sandero: @Oh, thanks. Jylliene: Is there something in particular that would interest you? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::pulls the panel on the ops console. Trying to tie in aux power:: Chirakis: @ Sec 1> ::Nijil::: Are you able to work, sir? Brain fairly clear? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gets up in a cloak of pain :: Captain in charge? Dacia Sandero: @ ::helps lead Coleridge and the Security guy into the dimly lit sickbay running on emergency generators:: At least everything's working. Let's place him in one of the bio beds. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ The Captain is out of commission at the moment. Chirakis: @ Sec 1> Captain Coleridge is taken care of. How about you? mimipavilion: @Sec 2> Yes ma'am ::places Scott on a biobed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Oh, :: Takes the chair :: Report our status Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Are we heading into the star? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computers are down. Main power non responsive. Impulse power off line. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ What IS working? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We have at least 12 hours. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Aux power lighting and hand held equipment. Dacia Sandero: @ ::extends the arm of the bio bed around him and checks his stats, and does a scan of his brain to check for any cranial injuries or brain damage:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Send out a general distress call. Chirakis: @ Sec 1> ::looks around and it seems that everyone has an assist, then turns to Dran::: What can I do, ma'am? mimipavilion: @Sec 2> how can I help? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ No communications. Chirakis: % Dayson> Brady, give me a full sensor sweep to find the ship. Annisha: :: pats Jy's hand:: The dinner is fine mom.. strange to not have something without Blubby's in front of it Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Sir, until we can get power to the computers all systems will have to be manually restarted and operated at point. I think we should priorities maneuvering thrusters to stabilize out orbit. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Can we send our a probe? Jylliene: ::grins:: Thanks. Nice to know I can manage something now and again. Dacia Sandero: @ If you can help usher in patients incoming and prioritize according to severity of injuries, I'd appreciate it. How's your medical training? If you can perform basic treatment as well, I'd appreciate it. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Launchers offline. I can manually configure one and push it out an airlock but that's about it. mimipavilion: @Sec 2>I'll try my best Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/21/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: TBS will be 11 hours, coming to 0700, beginning Alpha watch on Aegis. Aegean will still be dark and difficult to control, but basic life support will be operable. Starfleet’s Runabout Regulus will be hunting for Aegean but will not locate her. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing here Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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