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Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 22 November 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. For the moment, Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Hopefully it will stay that way for a while. Science and engineering are working on systems that will prevent a virus from suddenly attacking more crucial areas of the station. Captain Chirakis is consulting with Admiral Solokov and Captain Raza of SI-6 regarding the Alien Alliance and the possibility that they are testing the waters.
Puzzle Pieces Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant [the virus] on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. ~Commander Scott Coleridge Aside from a thoughtful sigh, the captain's office was silent as she, Admiral Solokov, and Captain Raza considered possible containment strategies. The likelihood of an attack on Aegis space or the station itself seemed to be growing bit by bit, piece by piece, a few things here, a few things there, distractions that could suddenly lead to a serious threat. Like the raptors of ancient earth, the Alien Alliance seemed to be distracting from the front, gaining their attention, and then attacking from both sides. Thank Kahless for Jorahl's exceptional defense grid, thought Kirel as she studied Raza and Solokov’s expressions, onscreen from Rendezvous October. "What incidents do we have so far, Captain?" The admiral's question broke the silence. After a deep breath, Kirel flipped open her slate. “So far we have several, Admiral. Our most recent is fairly minor: the discovery of building materials left in the unfinished area of the station. Security pinned down a man called Crow, the radical leader of a cartel. How he intended to use these materials is still unknown, but they have been confiscated.” “Ah… and the small, apparently smelly alien species that assisted has been given asylum, correct?” “Yes, Admiral. We have no way to return them safely to their home world.” Kirel glanced questioningly to SI-6 Director Raza, who waved her on. “Next, I believe that you are familiar with the latest alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis?” “Yes. Captain d’Ka informed us. Quiet a ship, as I understand. Delta-wing, black stealth hull. Interesting configuration. Apparently it will take quite a while for them to decipher the codes, identify the composition of the hull, and analyze their method of travel, not to mention why they sent an inexperienced crew directly into an attack zone.” “Expendable, Admiral.” Kirel paused as Solokov sighed and hung his head. “Missouri’s physicians have yet to determine the species. I tend to believe that they are similar to the gremlins: naive, innocent, and believing everything they were told.” “Humanoid species?” “No, Admiral... which leads to another mystery. When the ship docked at An-Ward, the species that unceremoniously kicked the presumed drunkard, Commander Cayne, out the door and into the sand was definitely humanoid, similar to terrans.” Raza’s hand went up as he leaned forward, his lips pursed in thought. “Kirel, wasn’t that ship able to beam through cloaks?” “It was, and it is probably still able to do so. However,” Kirel continued, holding up a hand to the inevitable question, and knowing that she would have to choose her words carefully. “Captain d’Ka is aware and has… ways of preventing such things… as well as other things that might pose a danger to his ship, his crew, Aegis, or anyone else in the area.” “And that is why they took the alien ship aboard Missouri and why they are in high orbit?” “Indeed.” “Very well, Captain. Continue.” The slate scrolled down to the very first incident. “Significant glitches in several areas of Aegis. They hit random areas of the station and came to a screeching halt, as some call it. The first was a red alert klaxon that locked all doors, essentially holding the entire station hostage. “Then the replicators decided to play chef,” She looked up. “Not my wording, but appropriate. After 38 hours of chasing shadows —again not my words—Starfleet Command sent Commander Eli Drexler with 30 plus engineers to assist. His words were, Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game. “Eventually, engineering and science collaborated to disarm the virus. Taking that into account, I am inclined to agree with Commander Coleridge, that we conquered the virus too easily and that there is more to this than meets the eye.” Solokov leaned back, stroking his chin for a moment before asking, “Testing the waters?” “Anything is possible, Admiral. Eventually we will find out.”
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= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1053, STARDATE 51911.18 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away team was sent to infiltrate Mork's house and found a prison filled with exotic alien species. Hours before the party, the crew must decide their next step. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1053, STARDATE 51911.18 = /\ =
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Her team is currently taking a meal break. :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::the new chief of security was inspecting the bridge, he'd noticed that the Captain seemed to be avoiding him, but he didn't want to make too much of it. He was disappointed not to find Asher on the bridge, either. He preferred to know where the Captain was, loosely, at all times.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: expertly flicks away an insect with his tail as he looks around :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out of her office, heading down the hall to Indaura's. Rings the chime.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::On the bridge since the Captain was currently elsewhere, he glanced at the newcomer with a raised eyebrow.:: Chief? Finding everything in order? Indaura Ryssan: :: yells :: Come in! Hakran K'hal: I guess I won't mention the roast chicken I just had for lunch. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeding her beetles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps in.:: I was checking to see how decorating was coming. ::Looking around.:: Irene Mincine: @ "Oh, the rations aren't so bad for the first couple days. What's up?" :: Irene looks up from her padd. Valdar, Horchuk, and Tiran are sharing field rations. :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Is at helm, as usual. She acknowledges the newcomer and goes back to... helming. :: Rhan K'hal: :: in the shuttle bay, keeping them on their toes :: Indaura Ryssan: Well, the furniture is coming in.. tables for my creatures. Oh, hungry are you. :: drops something into the cage :: Indaura Ryssan: Chair, couch, table.. coffee maker. Hakran K'hal: The sky, or so I'm told. Thought I'd get away hovering over everyone else and join you down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Good. Glad you made it up here. Why don't you have a seat. ::As he was currently occupying the Captain's chair, he gestured to the VIP chair beside it.:: Maryse Dubois: It's coming together nicely then. Indaura Ryssan: :: Spreads her hands along the couch's cushion :: Trying to get the softest I can fine, without causing patients to fall asleep Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "You mean to see if I need babysitting, don't you? Everything's going fine." :: She held open the flap of the tent she was leaning against, showing him the wide array of plant, insect, rock, and soil samples they took. :: "My team has been doing great. We're collecting lots of valuable data on the unexplored jungle." Cptn Swain: #::On the surface, drinking tea at the Federation embassy where he'd been reading over diplomatic cables.:: Maryse Dubois: I can picture a chaise longue over there. If I find a good design, I'll let you know. William Chocox: +Ensign Torthem+ Ensign Torthem? I need you to go to ::rattles off ship name:: Mhmm, I'm expecting at least a 30 minute discussion. Indaura Ryssan: I have to say I am a bit... :: thinking of the word :: Exciting for a patient, though really the best thing would be to never need me. Hakran K'hal: @ If you needed babysitting I would've been down here a lot earlier. :: walks over and looks at some of the samples :: You've been busy bees. Or whatever the local equivalent is. Indaura Ryssan: Now if it's the Captain I think my beetles will be nervous. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene smiles, watching him go over the samples. They're a mix of jungle life. :: "The Elasians call them paralati. An important part of the ecosystem." Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Have you begun to open your schedule yet? Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Takes his position on the bridge, looking over the status reports. With so many ships in orbit the were on heightened alert.:: Indaura Ryssan: I will send out a general mail, but I should seek out potential patients Hakran K'hal: Find anything out of the ordinary yet? I'm sure the Elasians would love to hear about a new species at least, since it seems they got bored exploring the same old stuff, having not bothered much with this area. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Indaura Ryssan: Maybe a certain Chief Medical Officer. How is your mental wellbeing? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene points to a rack of insect jars against the tent wall. :: "These are all uncatalogued in the reference guide I got from the planetary data net." Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: Never better. Actually much better since our extended leave. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Glances down to the commander.:: We have a request from the flagship, sir. Indaura Ryssan: Same here. I connected with family I've not seen in a while. Large family. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Looks up from his report.:: What sort of request? Rhan K'hal: :: expressing some annoyance at the haphazard way some equipment crates have been stacked :: Being busy is no excuse for putting them up so they could fall on someone's head if I sneezed too hard, let alone something bumps the ship. Hakran K'hal: Good! They will look forward to you report. Probably more than I will since they'd assign someone to it who'd understand it more than I do. :: amused :: Indaura Ryssan: Even some lost romance... well, not lost, just abandoned. Maryse Dubois: Oh? Cptn Swain: Lucian> The Yalta is asking if they can transfer some patients to us. They're having some sort of EPS disruption. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods. :: "We've spent most of today in the analysis tent running basic genetic scans on things. The team's happy to get out of the heat for a few hours, that's for sure. How much longer are you letting us stay?" Indaura Ryssan: Someone I :: smiles :: was attracted to during my medical studies. Never went very far, and he's not one of my co-husbands, but... it was enlightening on what could have been. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Perks up hearing about a ship with problems. :: Hakran K'hal: @ Until someone on the command staff says we're done or the Elasians say thank you very much buhbye now. So long as you're still getting results. Indaura Ryssan: It's the reason I lengthened my hair. He thought it a good idea, reminded him of years ago. William Chocox: ::continues looking over reports:: Cptn Swain: Lucian> Nothing major, but they have a few patients that they're worried about. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "All right. How are things up on the ship?" William Chocox: ((I'm an expert in EPS systems.)) Rhan K'hal: :: having successfully managed to impart the importance of safety, and getting the equipment re-stacked, takes his leave and heads out :: Indaura Ryssan: I never asked Doctor, any husbands? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I don't see why not. I'm sure our medical crew can handle whatever they send over. It is rather quiet down there. Send them an affirmative and ask if they need assistance with repairs. I'll inform medical of incoming. Indaura Ryssan: If not you'd be a fine catch, even on Denobula. Indaura Ryssan: :: goes to check on her other creatures Hakran K'hal: @ Hectic. Harried engineers running back and forth between the transporter rooms, security looking like someone installed duranium rods into their lower GI tracts, Rhan going between cajoling and barking at the various operations staff. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: No no. I don't plan to get tied down just yet. Rhan K'hal: :: pops up onto the bridge :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: I'll inform the Yalta. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> :: Laughs. :: "So you're glad to be down here in the heat. I know I am compared to that." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Medical receives a priority one alert that they will soon be receiving patients from the Yalta in need of medical care. Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues as she talks into a cage :: If you ever find yourself involved with two males at once, let me know. Hakran K'hal: @ Yeah, especially when they send scan results over to science thinking it might be something weird, when 100% of the time so far it's been an equipment malfunction. And *they're* the engineers. They really threw some green crew at us, and I don't mean Orions. Maryse Dubois: Ha! I'll think out it. ::gets the call.:: Oh. Looks like I get to test some new equipment. Maryse Dubois: ::Heads out to main sickbay. Has her team prep.:: Indaura Ryssan: If you need a hand call me Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "I know what you mean. Ensign Tiran's been complaining nonstop ever since we got to the surface. At least Horchuk is doing okay. They're both straight out of the academy." Rhan K'hal: :: gets the update from Ensign Obee at Ops on the goings on, and then heads over to mission ops and logs in :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: It shouldn't get crazy, at least I wouldn't think. Hakran K'hal: @ So what's your plan of attack for the rest of the day? Irene Mincine: @ "Well, if I don't know when I'm going to go back, we probably shouldn't collect too many more samples. I think we're going to keep analyzing the ones that we've got." Hakran K'hal: @ Exactly what I didn't want to hear. :: a pause :: Because that means I'm of no use whatsoever unless you need me to brainlessly wave a sensor wand over something. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene hrms. :: "There was another spot I wanted to check out. It's near what Ensign Valdar thinks is a small meteor impact site from a couple thousand years ago. It deposited some foreign minerals so the soil composition is a different from the surrounding area. Iridium, yttrium, stuff like that." William Chocox: ::sees another report:: I swear...did Miranda have to deal with such shenanigans? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Sickbay+ Bridge to sickbay, Yalta initiating transport. Hakran K'hal: @ That I know something about. Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ We are ready. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene adjusts some of the sample containers. :: "I figured you'd be excited. It's about 600 meters to the northeast if you feel like coming along." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: verifies the authenticity of incoming transporter stream as the Yalta transports over the patients :: Hakran K'hal: @ Lead the way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances to the Ensign at Ops as the transport is initiated.:: I want files on those patients as soon as you can get them from the Yalta, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: ::Watches as patients arrive.:: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene collects her sample collection supplies into a backpack. :: "OK. We haven't found anything big or threatening out here, so this should be all you need." :: She tosses a can of insect repellent to Hak and heads out to gather her team. :: "I'm gonna go rally the troops." Rhan K'hal: :: gets a call from TR 2 that the issue with the buffers has popped up again :: +TR2+ Go offline and get some of those engineers to actually fix it this time instead of banging it indiscriminately with a wrench. I'll reroute the planned transports out. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, Commander. Hakran K'hal: @ :: bends an ear sideways at the can after catching it :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene seems much happier being able to practice her specialty than having to deal with the temporal crap, that's for sure. She gathers up the science team and then goes to get Hak. :: "Come on, lieutenant, daylight's burning." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: transfers the medical files to sickbay, and the personnel files with the doctors notes to Stanton - because doctor/patient confidentiality isn't his to break :: Hakran K'hal: @ Yes ma'am. :: more amused :: Maryse Dubois: ::Her and her team begins treating patients.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ Ah... sir? This is Reynolds on inspection team three. We've... I think we found something that you need to take a look at. Can you beam over? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene is so focused on the task that she doesn't even notice her slight breach of protocol. Oh well. They head off through the thick Elasian jungle. :: "Try not to step on that, it's a pretty nasty snake. Not poisonous, but Valdar will tell you it itches like nothing else. And these vines are surprisingly thick, and..." :: She goes on and on and on. :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Understood, I'll be over in a bit. May I ask what this is? Hakran K'hal: @ :: tail swishing to act as a rear insect shield, he listens to Irene go on and on without complaint :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Starts looking over the personnel files, which he also forwards to security. It never hurt to be prepared.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ We *think* it might be some sort of power induction tied into the main grid, but... looks like something of a hack job. Could be something else entirely. We're not sure. Rhan K'hal: :: eavesdropping on the various calls coming in from the engineers, it is his job unless it's specifically encrypted - then it's just fun - his ears perk up listening to Reynolds :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Ok, thank you for letting me know. ::grabs his toolbox:: +Stanton+ Chocox to Stanton. Irene Mincine: Val> "What's up?" :: Looking to Rhan. Nothing escapes her notice. :: Cptn Swain: << 3 MINUTE WARNING >> Rhan K'hal: :: looks down at Val :: One of the engineers... :: stops as Will calls in :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Lying on her couch :: Rhan K'hal: :: points to the ceiling like "here it come" :: Hakran K'hal: @ I may have to turn you over to the Elasians as a tour guide. Irene Mincine: @ :: Ensign Tiran catches up with Hakran. He's a stocky human with a black crew-cut, drenched in sweat. Irene is still blabbing. :: Tiran> "Sir, I request reassignment from this, this hellhole. I'm a laboratory botanist, not a field researcher. I've never been anywhere this hot!" :: He seems like a real complainer. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Stanton here. Go ahead. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Nods. :: "Say no more." William Chocox: +Stanton+ Ensign Reynolds and their team have found something that they feel I need to take a look at. I'm going to transport over to the ship their on with my toolkit. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Very well. Keep me informed. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Acknowledged. ::walks into the turbolift to the transporter room:: Hakran K'hal: @ While I appreciate the sentiment, Ensign, as a fellow lab denizen, you're reporting to Ensign Mincine on this away team. Jump over of the chain of command again and you'll be in a hotter place than this. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: @ :: Tiran looks disappointed. :: Tiran> "Yes, sir..." :: He grumbles and goes back to walking with Valdar and Horchuk. Hakran K'hal: @ :: speeds up to be even with Irene, says just loud enough for her to hear :: Break him in, or break him off. Indaura Ryssan: :: drifts off to sleep :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Aegis Mission Brief 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and engineering work on preventing a recurrence of the virus. USS Missouri is examining pieces of the destroyed delta-wing alien ship. They have not been able to determine the hull's composition or decipher the alien technology. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering, going over reports:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking files:: Chirakis: :::in her office, pondering many things, especially the alien ship::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::CnC Science station doing paperwork:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way on the station today took everything he got, taking a break from all his worries... just would not happen today ":: Chirakis: :::she puts the thoughts aside and exits her office to relax into a new day... at least she hopes it will be a relaxing day::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He exited the lift onto the engineering deck. In reality, there were several engineering hubs throughout the station. :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and sees more engineers coming into engineering:: Chirakis: ::: wandering through CnC, stopping for idle chat or to answer questions, noting that there are a few personnel who are fairly new::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The dream again occurred last night. Each one of them not a nightmare :: Jylliene: ::checking a few lists:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On the CnC scanning the sector :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mister Kenyon, what's our status? Chirakis: ::: she stops next to Cayne and checks the tactical screen::: Anything we should be concerned about, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in engineering looking around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and stands at Nijil's presence:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters engineering:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Points to a part of the sector, then sighs :: Not yet. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Sir, I have been passing out engineering assignments. it's fairly quiet and mostly back to normal. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I would think standing in my presence help one's career) Chirakis: :::somewhat relaxed, speaking quietly:: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: Normal is welcome and scary. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: How did you want to carry out Commander Coleridge's directive to harden our defenses against the virus? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages Jylliene: Chicken or fish? :: Chirakis: ::continues to watch the tactical screen in a relaxed manner:: Commander, you remember our discussion regarding the alien ship on An-Ward? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: I've installed the latest updates and have increased the system scanning. If the optimizations are in place we should not notice any responsiveness degradation. Jylliene: ::messages Nijil - 'neither really sounds good right now. Something vegetable?':: Scott Coleridge: ::inadvertently sneaks up behind Kenyon as he was saying that:: Excellent question. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes, the wide-wing vessel. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy: Space cabbage? :: Chirakis: ::she nods:: And you recall that it mysteriously disappeared from the nebulae ::rhetorical question::: Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Messages to Doctor Sandero: had the dream again, not unpleasant :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I was thinking we should install some hardware firewalls that prevent rapidly acting commands to move through quickly Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The records show that yes. Chirakis: What the records will never show is that the remnants are in the third level of Missouri's hangar bay. Missouri's engineers are piecing it back together. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We may need to sandbox some aspects of the system, prevent them from spreading. I've also implemented an experiment to run the station's systems in a simulator to anticipate problems. Chirakis: At least they are trying to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Do we want any of our own people on it? Dacia Sandero: ::hears a ping:: That's interesting. Want me to schedule another appointment with Dr. Davis? At least it wasn't bad or anything. ::sends message:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: the only problem with those hardware options is that they have to slow down the system Jylliene: ::Nijil - 'Cabbage would be too strong. Something milder.':: Nijil tr'Korjata: +msg to Sandero+ They are never bad dreams, but I'll hold off for a bit. Scones are too tempting as well. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: ::noticing he seemed distracted:: You having another conversation, Chief? Dacia Sandero: +Msg+ All right, let me know if they persist and stuff Chirakis: No, Commander. It is all classified. None of the ship is identifiable. The construction is completely alien and difficult to determine its composition. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: msg to Jy: root vegetables then. Scott Coleridge: ::listens to Kenyon and Nijil's conversation, but isn't really there to talk about the new security measures:: Scott Coleridge: ::waits patiently for Nijil to finish up what he's currently doing so he can have a word:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: I think anything we implement result in some slowdown. Jylliene: ::Nijil:: - 'Yes.':: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head around and notices Commander Coleridge:: Sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: At the very least the system should alert us sooner. I'll also dedicate willing engineers to watch only the data flows. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Once we figure out the systems and how they work together it will no longer be alien to us. Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probably a fair bit easier than assimilating into a culture to gather intel. Chirakis: *If* we ever figure out the systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. My daughter running the station yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at a strange message from him to him. Does not remember writing it :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What can I do for you, sir? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: I'm here to speak to Commander Korjata, but while I'm waiting, how have the new engineers been settling in? Johnson Kenyon: The 30 or so from Star Fleet? Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: I haven't seen them much, but I have reviewed their reports. They are doing well. Chirakis: ::decides to leave out the part about the non-humanoid aliens who must have been forced into a kamikaze attack on Aegis.... which did not succeed::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Guess I won't be infiltrating that ship then. Scott Coleridge: Good. I know that a sudden influx of personnel can sometimes be more disruptive than helpful. Chirakis: I would venture to say that no one will... unless the aliens have another similar ship "in the barn" as the terrans say. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Well, they did change some things that would have caused us problems.... I think we were just so tired their changes were welcomed Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks to Coleridge :: Au wished to have a word with me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's a piece of information we don't have...their numbers. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Indeed. I just wanted to check in with you about the new engineers. Anything I need to know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: As you know, I infiltrated Cardassian ranks back in the day, but I'd not blend in well in theirs Nijil tr'Korjata: They seem very run of the mill, as the saying goes. The background checks were fine, They are competent, take orders, polite.. Chirakis: Indeed. And yet you make a very good drunkard ::tosses him a slight smile::: Johnson Kenyon: ::steps away to allow the Commanders to talk:: Chirakis: In any event, I have informed our superiors of the situation and they are following it. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have been in teams of their own, not mixing with ours just yet. Do au have concerns I should observe? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: One thing I was thinking about the other night is how easy it may be for them to infiltrate us. Scott Coleridge: Not as such. I just want to make sure they're more help than hindrance at this critical juncture. Scott Coleridge: Do you need any other resources right now to help with preventing more glitches? Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineering is tricky. Too little and things get out of control...too many and things get out of control. Nijil tr'Korjata: The new protocols will take some time to learn our system, so I'm limiting the processing for a bit. Let me know if au need more. Chirakis: That is always a threat, Commander. Lt Garand is aware. Security is doubled. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: Between you and me…. Chirakis: :::watching Jylliene overwork herself at OPS with so many ships coming and going, she moves on::: Scott Coleridge: I'm emphasizing the new security push because I think that we beat this virus a little too easily. Jylliene: ::more lists:: Chirakis: :::stops next to her, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought::: Johnson Kenyon: ::at a new station, checking through the work load:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We got a cold when we could have gotten a flu Scott Coleridge: Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant it on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? ::shakes his head:: There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: If we continue with the metaphor. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes and I am watching each of them. No doubt the civilians have noticed. Not that they thought the replicators were out to get them. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last report:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Looking over next series of tests and finds they are running low on samples to test:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I plan to change the shift rotations as well, so since we have more people we don't need so long a shift. Rest is important. Chirakis: Should I call in assistance, Commander Kital? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making a note to rummage around the shops for anything interesting the locals have found:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at Kital :: Jylliene: ::Shakes head:: Not necessary at the moment, ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thought that Nijil fellow was a lucky man :: Jylliene: But I'll keep you informed. Nijil tr'Korjata: On that note, is your replicator functioning? Chirakis: ::nods::: Very well. Scott Coleridge: Keep me apprised of those changes. Jylliene: Thank you, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: It still doesn't make a proper Andorian split omelette, but that's normal, so I suppose I have to call it functioning. Chirakis: :::not wanting to return to her office and possibly be accosted by Starfleet Command, she takes her place on the command chair and pulls up the information from there:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Notices Chirakis sitting in the chair, the least used cushion on all the station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I will put our top people on that Captain. Chirakis: :::but she can't shake the idea that the aliens must have forced others to make a kamikaze charge on Aegis and lost their lives because of it::: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: ((Was that directed to me, Nijil?)) Chirakis: (You have been promoted, Scott. Take my place and I can relax.) Nijil tr'Korjata: (ie) Dacia Sandero: (yay) Scott Coleridge: ((Now I'm the one having nightmares.)) Chirakis: ((And I am not ::grin:: )) Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil, dryly:: Appreciate it. You have no idea how much I'm craving a good Andorian split omelette. There's a restaurant that almost gets it right, but they add too much mucus. Scott Coleridge: I'll let you get back to work now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. :: recoils a bit :: Chirakis: ::paging through information, finding the command chair somewhat relaxing, and better than her sequestered office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nijil forgets things) Jylliene: ::glances up at the big screen, then back down to her console, updates a few more items:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continues reading through reports:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: ::leaves engineering:: mimipavilion: ::trying to get things organized and such:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing responses to reports and giving further direction:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours. Chirakis: Comments from you, Commander Coleridge - other than you don't want to be captain. Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 November 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. In their attempt to disable the virus that has been sending glitches throughout the station, Science and Engineering have been testing several avenues. How the virus worked its way into Aegis’s systems, what initiated the virus, and its purpose have yet to be determined. Commander Coleridge has suggested that they should turn their attention to prevention instead of cure, to harden non-essential systems against further intrusion. USS Missouri is in orbit. Its level 3 hangar bay contains the remnants of the massive, black, delta-winged alien ship with highly advanced technology that had been slipping silently through the nebular string. Its original complement was replaced with a small group that was killed when USS Missouri and RSE Praetor attacked them in defense of Aegis.
What Vivid Dreams Are Made Of Dr. Amanda Davis and SubCommander Nijil tr'Korgata Nijil dismissed what he told Doctor Sandero earlier that day until he saw an appointment reminder light up his PADD hours later. Perhaps she peered into his mind to realize the vivid dreams stymied his sleep. The other engineers could handle the aftermath of the replicator issue, so speaking to Doctor Davis would not hamper operations. He never believed his being there or not amounted tilted the balance of a smooth-running station to the danger zone, though for the next hour he would be excused from this burden. Even the walk to her office was a respite from the workload. Civilians and personnel alike paid him no mind. Her door stood before him. He pressed the chime. "It's the chief, oh, of engineering. Korjata. Nijil Korjata..yes." “Enter.” The door hissed open and he walked through. It had been some while since his last visit to her office. He could not remember if the furniture layout had changed. What that a new plant? Amanda looked up from her desk and moved to the door immediately. “Nijil! Please… do come in. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good visit.” Nijil gave the doctor a quick nod, then took a seat across from her, a table between them. "So, I guess Doctor Sandero scheduled me without notifying me...until I got my notification. It's fine though. Getting away from work is its own reward." “Well, I’m glad she did,” Amanda continued in her Welsh lilt. “May I get you some tea? Coffee? Scones?” In her excitement, she urged him toward a Victorian-style cushioned chair. Her inclination of sweet treats for her patient's sessions had not changed. A plate of flaky pastries sat before him. He picked one eagerly. Lunch hours ago consisted of a small juice and an energy bar. "I've been having these dreams for some time now actually. Nearly the same dream or elements are the same. Same room, same woman, and even the same me, but not me. I'm not sure why it's bugging me more lately. It's more vivid now, well, perhaps a month ago. Ever have a dream you can almost taste? It's, it's like a holodeck, but taken to the next level. Like, um, the AI just knows a lot more than a written program." He smooshed a pastry in his mouth. "Mmhm, well, I'm no holo-matrix writer, but I know enough to realize it...just feels...real." At that she slowed down and sat in the chair opposite. “I see,” she said thoughtfully. “Dreams. They come from the most interesting areas of the mind, and are usually not something one would be concerned about, but apparently you are. When did these dreams begin?” she asked, pouring a cup of tea and offering some to Nijil. "Well," and he had to think on this one, "before the bonding, but after we got Annisha, or was it the official adoption? I believe it was a mix of not remembering dreams at all and this particular one with others. It beat the ones where I'm dreaming about work. So yes, around that time I recall." “How much sleep have you had recently, Nijil?” He looked at her wide-eyed. "Really recently, perhaps 6 hours at best, but sometimes less. This replicator issue took a lot out of me. It's still doing so. The dream still happened even with little sleep." Speaking of sleep he yawned. "Oh great. Obviously not enough sleep." “Six hours of sleep in how many days?” "Oh, that was last night. I would say around four hours most nights for the past two weeks." Amanda put aside her tea and relaxed in her chair to think a moment before continuing with, “And what has happened in the last two weeks, Nijil. What has happened in regards to your family… to Jylliene and Annisha?” "They are fine...as far as I can tell. Ann's happy she can use the replicator again as her cooking needs work, but she's got time to learn. I think Jylliene's work up top is about the same." “But what happened before that? About two weeks ago?” "Oh-oh, the Nei'rrh rescue out by that star? I had forgotten about that. I know there are no temporal anomalies around here, but it sure feels like it when there's work do to." He smiled as he took another bite of the scone. "That incident sure skewed my sleep schedule, but all the sleep in the universe if the rescue had failed." He took another bite. "Other than sleep I'm not sure if my shuttle experience relates to this repeating vivid dream." “Nijil,” she began slowly and softly, “I want you to put aside everything you just said. Forget that you are an engineer. Forget that you pilot Nei’rrh. Forget that you are a commander. Take all that and throw it out the door, then tell me what is left. Do that for me and close your eyes.” The Rihan twitched his head and closed his eyes. "Nijil. Simple Nijil. Growing into a family very quickly. Living where I work, working where I live." He paused. “And this simple Nijil, the one without work, the one with a growing family. What does he value the most?” "Protecting Annisha. It's what I worry about most. Sorry Jylliene." “And why must you protect Annisha?” "I want to give her what my adoptive parents gave me, but it takes a lot out of me." Nijil kept his eyes closed but still managed to get a bite of the scone in. “And what did your adoptive parents give you? Besides food and a place to live, that is. What do you value the most when you think of them?” "My life, from then until now. I would not be here without either of them. They did not have to take me in, but they did, but they are not a part of these dreams. It's something else." “And what would that be?” Nijil frowned. "I don't know. The woman, the place, it's all unfamiliar, nothing like where I am now. The smells...the smells are vivid too. It's taking me out of my comfort zone perhaps. I don't know. Maybe I'm just drifting away from what I value. Annisha and Jylliene, and.." He inhaled deeply as keeping his eyes closed was causing him to sleep into a relaxed state. Amanda watched him for a minute or two. He seemed relaxed for the first time since he came in, which was a good sign. “Nijil, I want you to stay relaxed, with your eyes closed, and concentrate on Annisha and Jylliene. They are your two most precious possessions, so you might dream about them. But you also dream that you are a woman whom you know. What in either the near or distant past had to do with a woman?” "My mother and sister? Maybe not knowing my real mother." He shook his head. "This dream the woman I see is not of any species on record. I can only see myself from my own eyes in this dream, so I don't know what I look like. I'm guessing the obvious looking down that I am not myself, but I don't get more than that. It feels familiar though." He shook his head side to side slowly. "I feel no fear in this dream." “Is there anything connected to this dream? Clothing, perhaps some smell, or a sound, like music?” "A kind of work suit, nothing I've not seen on other women that visit the station. I mean not that I'm looking. Well, I look. Yeah. Did you say music?" “I did.” "Annisha. She plays a song I hear in the dream. It's off in the background, some small speaker out of my sight." Nijil starts singing the tune, but the translator could not translate. “A speaker? Like an old fashioned…?” "Maybe, just low-quality I think." He started singing again, then stopped. "I don't know what I'm saying, though I know this. Is that strange to know a song in a language not your own?" “Not necessarily. But I do recall a speaker some time ago, an old speaker… something that used to be called a radio. It was coming over subspace.” "Yes, over several bands as I recall. The protocols they used made shutting it off from our end difficult." “Yes. Yes, it did.”
A Gathering Storm Captain Chirakis Captain d’Ka Aboard USS Missouri 1600 hours Aegis Local Captains d’Ka and Chirakis stood in the third level hangar deck of USS Missouri watching engineers in protective gear pick through pieces of what looked like a jigsaw puzzle. Chunks and fragments of the massive, black, delta-winged alien ship that had been slipping silently through the nebular string filled the deck from one end of the bay to the other. Exterior and interior sections of the hull, shattered propulsion systems, twisted decking, and various other parts bore the stench of dead bodies. The captains maintained a considerable distance from the wreckage to ensure their own health. The alien ship had been in USS Missouri's crosshairs for several weeks. As expected, the aliens' wide broadcast of "join us or die" eventually stopped, the ship turned sharply, and shot directly toward Aegis. USS Missouri and RSE Praetor were waiting. The alien ship was decimated in less than an hour. "Composition of the hull?" Kirel continued their conversation as her eyes swept over the equipment that was strewn across the deck. "That has yet to be determined," d'Ka replied thoughtfully. "It gives credence to the word alien" He paused, then turned to face her and whispered in exasperation. "Kh’éile, even I have not seen a ship the likes of this, with such size and indeterminable composition. Not even on Sindar." "Three times the size of our Akiras, I understand," she mused as she pushed past his thoughts to focus on her own concerns. "Its complement?" "A mere twenty seven, species unknown. Doctor Azar's medical team is examining the few remains we found floating among the debris. So far the doctor does not believe that they are humanoid. We have determined is that their technology is well beyond ours. And before you ask, we have no idea why or how they succumbed to our trap." “Purposeful, perhaps?” “Or ignorant of our abilities, which I doubt. I understand that you first encountered that ship on An-Ward. Commander Cayne used his expertise to get aboard, and he planted a tracking device, but the device did not work. And they were able to transport through cloaks?” “Indeed they did,” Kirel replied, still watching the engineers and wondering what they would find. D’Ka pondered that for a few minutes, then his brow furrowed. “Kh’éile, were the aliens on the An-Ward ship strangely configured?” “No. They were humanoids. Highly advanced and intelligent.”
Viral Exhaustion After a grueling 38 hours of dealing with false red alerts and lockdowns, replicators that served coffee without end, false emergency medical calls, and countless other glitches that seemed to multiply exponentially, Captain Chirakis and the crew yielded to the expertise of 30 plus engineers sent from Starfleet to relieve them. After an hour of debriefing, the crew of Aegis dragged themselves to their quarters for a long-awaited rest. At 0500 the next day the captain stepped off the lift and gave her usual pause for assessment. Not surprisingly, a cadre of engineers was checking various areas of Command and Control, and one engineer in particular caught her attention. Commander Eli Drexler, commanding officer of Starfleet Command’s special operations engineers, hovered over a console, tricorder in hand, working with the lieutenant next to him. Captain Chirakis would not have given the engineers a second glance except that their uniforms were a deep blue, their shoulders bore the insignia of Starfleet Command, and clasped on Commander Drexler’s collar was the gold insignia of Starfleet Command. As soon as her presence was noticed, the overzealous Officer of the Watch came to attention with, “Captain on deck!” His call brought CnC to a screeching halt until Kirel casually responded, “As you were.” Drexler turned with the others, stopped working and responded with a crooked grin as the captain approached. “Commander Drexler,” she said, her hand outstretched in greeting. “I knew Starfleet was sending engineers, but I had no idea that Starfleet Command was in the mix.” “Jolan’tru, Riov,” he said, stepping aside to take hold of her forearm as if he were Rihannsu, which he definitely was not. Fair skin, blond hair cropped to regulation, and a sturdy muscular build betrayed his full Terran ancestry. Of course, his crooked smile helped. “Your Rihan is improving, Commander… if only slightly,” she quipped with a glance at the console he had been checking. “Have you found anything new regarding the glitches?” Drexler sighed, shifting his weight to nod toward the console. “Unfortunately, not much more than your officers have found. You wanted to know why they sent Command? Well, there’s more to this situation than meets the eye… but I’m sure you already know that.” “Indeed we do, Commander. If you have a moment, we can discuss this in my office.” “Yes, ma’am. Jim, take over,” he said, passing the tricorder to the lieutenant. “See if you can pinpoint and trace that last red alert.” “Aye, sir,” he responded as the office door closed behind them. “We are still dealing with red alerts?” asked Kirel as she waved him into a chair. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied as his eyes swept the office. “We’ve been able to mute the false klaxons, but the false lights still engage. In a real emergency, the klaxons will sound.” “Excellent, Commander. Coffee?” “Probably a good idea, ma’am. It’s been an… interesting night.” “More interesting than our first 38 hours?” She asked, handing him a cup of coffee then pouring one for herself. “Not sure, ma’am. If you tell me what you’ve experienced so far, maybe we can put two and two together and get more than… one and a half?” The coffee seemed to console him as he settled on the couch. “And it would be helpful if you could toss me what your engineering team suspects... or whatever ideas they have, no matter how bizarre they sound.” “What do they suspect?” Kirel mused as she relaxed in her office chair. “Several things, one of which is that the origin, or the source of the glitches is somewhere on the station. “Commander Coleridge suggested that the virus could be a red herring or a smaller part of a larger offensive such as getting physical access to our systems and bypassing security. “Another? The virus is a programming virus, and someone could have planted a device on an unsuspecting individual and brought it into our systems. Or someone could have used the material as a vector for smuggling the virus into the station to avoid our security checks. “In any event, security is searching for suspicious activity that began in the past few days. They are targeting potentially vulnerable access points. "Should I go on?" "No, ma'am. That's pretty much what we've decided. So far, anyway. Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and bam, it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. It moves to some other area or morphs into a different glitch altogether. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game.” Kirel put her coffee aside and relaxed in her chair, mulling that over. “Captain,” Drexel continued thoughtfully, “has anyone outside the station reported glitches like this? Or anything similar?” “Not to my knowledge. However, I will investigate the possibility. USS Calgary has been working with us to rectify the problem on station. However, USS Missouri is due to replace them today. I will certainly ask.” “Good. Good,” he replied wearily, relaxing into the deep leather of the couch. “Is your billeting acceptable?" asked Kirel, noting his weary condition. "Oh, it's fine, ma’am. In fact, it's better than we expected, new station and all. Can't wait to test the bunks. Brand new?" "Indeed they are. And you will be able to make use of them within the next hour. Which reminds me that I am expecting a conference call in a few minutes. However, before you go, pass the word to your crew that all restaurants and bistros on the commerce deck are available and will be expecting them. As you are aware, the replicators are fickle. Among other things, they have a tendency to interpret steak as gagh.”
Passing On Mimi Pavilion, MD Amanda Davis, PhD There are times when Amanda can cope and times when she can not cope. Counselor Amanda Davis stood at the door to Dr Pavilion’s quarters wondering if she could push past her personal feelings and help her dear friend Mimi deal with the death of her bond mate, her husband, the person she had chosen for life. He loved her dearly, but SubCommander Torate tr’Jeth Dabi, was also a warrior. As dedicated to his people as he was to her, he left Aegis to rebuild the Empire after the devastation of ch'Rihan in 2387.* Then came the destruction of the Breen.** Many who were no longer Breen slaves formed the Alien Alliance that not only threatened the Romulan Star Empire, it threatened to overtake the Joint Allied Powers…. “If it’s not one thing, it’s another,” thought Amanda. “And Torate, as bold and brave as he was, gave his life to save his captain. Oh, Mimi.” She sighed quietly, then took a deep breath to regain her composure before pressing the chime on Mimi’s door. “Enter,” Mimi said, as she sat at her desk. Amanda stepped in quietly. “Hello, Mimi,” she said in a more professional manner. “How are you?” She looks at Amanda and sighs, “Not well, as expected. How can one deal with the loss of a spouse?” “With difficulty, Mimi," she replied quietly and sincerely. "You will have times when you remember him fondly, maybe even smile at some of the things he did. Then you’ll have times when you can’t stop crying..” “I know,” Mimi replied; “it’s just the biggest adjustment that I’ve… I’m going through, since being assigned to Aegis.” Amanda pulled up a chair and waited for her to continue. And if she wasn’t going to continue, she would be Mimi’s friendly presence, sitting by her side, mourning with her. “You know Torate and I had been married for over a year. Thing is he wanted children to carry on the family name. Now there’s going to be a big empty house and no children.” Amanda pressed through her sadness, knowing how important that is in the Rihan culture. “Yes, that is very important, not only to you, but to Torate. If you can, try thinking of it this way, Mimi. He is in Vorta Vor... watching you, and knowing how you feel. Try to think of his passing as a transformation from one world to another. Try to think of him as being here next to you, but in a different form. Does that make sense?" Mimi nodded. “It does,” she replied. _______________ *In the Aegis timeline, ch’Rihan was not destroyed. At the request of the crew, the exploding star’s cosmic rays devastated ch’Rihan and rendered it uninhabitable for hundreds of years. **In their attempt to create a subspace attack corridor, the Breen trapped themselves in subspace.
= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1052, STARDATE 51911.11 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. Chief Jaenke and Lt Tyrel have been sent to infiltrate the house using PCD's. They discover the basement is a prison housing a large collection of exotic alien species. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1052, STARDATE 51911.11 = /\ = 191111.log
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Welcome back. Seems there's a quite a bit that's changed since you've been away. Things are smaller now, there's no Academy anymore and many of the ships have since retired. If you look on the Advanced Sims forum, you'll see we only have four games running currently. The message board itself is not super active anymore so Advanced Sims is probably the best place to get familiar with the active games and rosters in addition to visiting them on their respective night. As far as scrubbing off the sim rust, since the Academy's are gone training is now done within the games themselves, but since you're an advanced simmer anyway it will probably be like riding a bike. Glad to have you back and maybe I'll see you on a Monday night.
= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1052, STARDATE 51911.11 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. Chief Jaenke and Lt Tyrel have been sent to infiltrate the house using PCD's. They discover the basement is a prison housing a large collection of exotic alien species. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1052, STARDATE 51911.11 = /\ =
SD 1110.2019 Excalibur has joined the task force assigned to first inspect the Elasian vessels destined for Cardassian space, then participate in the escort. Engineering is working on their allotment of around 40-50 mostly destroyer and patrol ships, while science is conducting a survey of the Elasian jungles.
If William had to read another report about a young ensign being pranked with a replicated turkey sandwich he was going to a PADD against the wall. Apparently being Chief Engineer was more about managing personalities than getting to build amazing projects in Engineering. It also didn't help that his previous XO had informed his current XO that he had a tendency for unsanctioned projects that could possibly, maybe, go boom. Not that he'd ever had something blow up on him that he had built or anything. Which was why William found himself exploring the Engineering section. He'd already looked over it as part of his initial "getting to know the ship" phase when he first came aboard, but now he was looking for a particular kind of place. He needed someplace that was off the beaten path and away from any security sensors that would inform the XO as to what exactly it was he was doing. The guy apparently had a background in Security before becoming an XO and all that meant was that he was consistently in William's business in regards to any secret projects. "Hm...this might be a good spot." William thought as he looked around a little nook away from the main pathways around Engineering. Unfortunately as he looked around he noticed a visual sensor immediately above him looking straight at the nook. "Damnit." William said as he continued his search.
MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in the Elasian home system, where a fleet of around 400 vessels are being prepared to be escorted to Cardassian space. Several other Federation starships are already in orbit. The Excalibur has been assigned to inspect around 50 ships to assure that Federation weapon and defense systems have been removed in accordance to treaty obligations. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: looking over the system scan :: Thaaaaat's a lotta ships. William Chocox: ::looks over the teams he's set up to go do inspections:: Ok folks, I realize there's not a whole lot of you, and a whole lot of ships, but we need to do this with the utmost dilligence. Maryse Dubois: ::Working on her desk computer, getting it set to her liking.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Occupied trying to keep the Excalibur from crashing into any of them. :: "Damn right that's a lot of ships. The collision warning system's having a hell of a time keeping up." Rhan K'hal: Geez, who parked these things, a troop of monkeys? :: gives the navigation computer a processing boost :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, as usual. She finally found the crate of mice and was at work with them to check out all her new lab equipment. :: "Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Hakran K'hal: :: at science one on the bridge :: That's an insult to monkeys. Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in her empty new office :: Hmm. :: twirls around :: Mmm. No no.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::While reading one's data padd while one walked through the ship's corridors might be reckless for most people, Jalen's pips seemed to make others move out of his way. Only once he'd crashed into a hapless ensign that hadn't been paying attention, but the horrified look on the poor man's face made Jalen laugh off the encounter. Glancing up from his report, he realize that he'd traveled past his destination and retreated a few doors back to enter main medical.:: William Chocox: So, once again the assignments are ::starts rattling off the assignments to the various teams:: Once we get the go ahead from Ops everyone will be beaming and shuttling over. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A large warship comes into view. ID'd as the SOLTOK, it bristles with weapons and is the size of a Romulan Warbird. A chrome strip at the bow of the ship glints as the Elasian sun breaks over the horizon. Rhan K'hal: Okay, coming online with the local area network. Should now have access to the shared sensor grid, tactical overview and communications. Rhan K'hal: Aaaand that must be the Elasian flagship. Maryse Dubois: ::Got up from her computer and stepped out of her office, stretching. She noticed someone coming in from down the hall.:: Oh we have a visitor. :;Walks out into Sickbay.:: Hello Commander. Hakran K'hal: That one certainly isn't stripped of weapons. Cptn Swain: ::Glances up to the view screen:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Tap tap tap. :: "Got the downlink in my console. Elasian battlecruiser off the bow. I don't like being surrounded by this many ships." :: She spoke like a military officer when she was this focused, her mechanical hand going like crazy. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: to herself :: I need more than one chair. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters about compensating for something Cptn Swain: Put us into formation. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sends Hakran a message that all the biology lab equipment has been checked out and is working properly. If there's a need for a biologist, she's available. :: Hakran K'hal: The good news is some of them are ours. Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, forming up with the Soltok." :: The Excalibur was commanded to deftly maneuver through the cloud of starships to a position near the Elasian ship. :: Hakran K'hal: :: checks the message, acknowledges :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded at Maryse.:: Doctor. I received your recommendation for counselor and wanted to speak with you about the report you sent. Both of you, if Dr. Ryssan is available, as well. William Chocox: We'll get started soon hopefully. +Bridge+ Chocox to Bridge, when can my engineering teams get started on their inspections? Rhan K'hal: +Will+ When my charming voice comes from the heavens saying "get ready, get set, go!" Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: She is. This way. ::Heads down the little hallway. She motions for the Commander to take a seat in her office. Then she goes to fetch Indaura.:: Commander Stanton would like a word with us. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Rhan:: Tell engineering they can begin their inspections. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank you sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to sit at her desk.. wonders if she should start at the top or work her way up :: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ So Get Ready, Get Set, Go! William Chocox: +Rhan+ And apparently that's now, thank you. ::turns to his teams:: You have your assignments let's go! Hakran K'hal: :: grunts, moderately amused :: Irene Mincine: :: In the meantime, Irene scratches at the ferret bites and scratches on her hands from the _last_ cargo porter screwup. She orders up some analgesic cream from the replicator. :: Rhan K'hal: :: lets the transporter rooms and shuttle bay know the mission has a green light :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Hakran: This will be a long week of inspections. I asked and got permission for our science teams to head down to the Elasian homeworld. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Right there Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to join Doctor Dubois :: Hakran K'hal: Oh? Cptn Swain: ::Hak:: The jungles of their southern continents have some extremely interesting wildlife. Feel free to put together a team and head down. Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to her office and before she sits, she turns.:: Anything to drink? Hakran K'hal: :: surprised :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns around in her seat. :: "We should remain in transporter range of the surface from our position alongside the Elasian battlecruiser, cap. Er, sir." Indaura Ryssan: Coffee, black with sugar Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Val:: Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Captain. It'll keep some of my people from going stir crazy. Or from poking the mice too hard. Indaura Ryssan: What is this about Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Gets Indaura's coffee.:: Anything for you Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Settling into a chair in Maryse's office, he shook his head.:: None for me, thank you. Cptn Swain: ::Grins and winks at Hakran:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises from his seat :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes her seat after handing off the drink.:: William Chocox: ::pulls up the screen he had on his console to monitor the status of the inspection teams:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan as he heads to the lift :: Which TR will have the shortest line? Cptn Swain: ACTION> A message from the Federation command ship, the USS Yalta, comes in for Asher. Indaura Ryssan: These inspections... :: takes the cup, sips :: Rhan K'hal: 4 on deck 11. Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: disappears into the lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Leaning back in his chair, he rested his ankle on the opposite knee and glanced between doctors.:: What this is about, Dr. Ryssan, is your suggested appointment to counselor. I reviewed your file and had questions for the both of you. Hakran K'hal: :: whooshes down to deck 7 :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, grumbling about ferrets. :: Rhan K'hal: Message for you sir. :: forwards it to the Captain :: Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Of course. Hakran K'hal: :: pops into the biology lab :: Who wants to go on a field trip? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Perks up. :: "Wait, you finagled a trip to the planet? How'd you do that?" Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Send it to my console. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I should have expected this. :: sits :: William Chocox: This is going to be a lot of messaging back and forth I fear. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Doing her best to pretend she's not listening in to the message. :: Rhan K'hal: Already there, sir. They changed the indicator light to blue in this latest version of the OS. Hakran K'hal: Our thoughtful Captain's work Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Looks very excited to go do some field work for the first time in a while. :: "What's the weather like down there?" :: She jumps out of her rolling chair and starts filling a messenger bag with science gear. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He laughed at Indaura's response.:: Ah, nothing terrible, Doctor. Doctor Dubois recommended you highly and your credentials qualify you for the position. This is only a formality in my quest to get to know the senior staff. Hakran K'hal: This'll be jungle work so we'll want the light-weight gear. And probably the usual contingent of bitey-insect repellents. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and begins reading over the communiqué:: How lovely. I've been invited to dinner. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the data on his padd :: Indaura Ryssan: I understand. Should I pencil you in then? I will need to replicate a pencil. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: I'm sure that is a difficult task at first, knowing some of have already been together for some time. But as it stands, I believe the Excalibur veterans are in the minority. So I guess we are all on even playing ground. Hakran K'hal: Guess they aren't much into jungle forays, as the information on the area we're going to is pretty thin. Just stuff around the edges. Only nearby city is on an island. Cptn Swain: Aboard the Soltok no less. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Suspicious. She hrms. :: "Really? Do you know her captain?" Rhan K'hal: I suppose you'll have to wear the dress uniform then. Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head to Val:: No but it is the Elasian flagship. It;s apparently just the Captains of the Starfleet vessels, some Elasian officials.... and the Cardassian Minister for Defense. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Muggy, rainy, and lots of insects." :: She switches out of her uniform jacket for the short-sleeve hot weather version. :: "Fortunately, I got the Klingon genes that mean mosquitoes don't like me too much." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded to Maryse and then threw Indaura another glance.:: I don't mind throwing myself in the counselor's capable hands now and then, but I doubt I'm in need of such services just yet. I'm sure there are others on board that are better candidates. Anyhow, I suppose I should just jump in. Hakran K'hal: Since this will be a primarily bio expedition I'll let you pick the rest of the team, but let's keep it light. I'll see if medical wants to send anyone down to look for new natural remedies or to patch us up when the trees start attacking. :: a beat :: Not literally. Irene Mincine: Val> "Sounds like it's gonna be a real party over there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> First, I'd like to make sure that you both are aware of the strain that such a move could put on your department. Dr. Dubois, you'll be down one doctor except in cases of emergency or when Dr. Ryssan's schedule permits her to assist your department. Have you taken this into account? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I wouldn't have suggested her for the position if I wasn't prepared. Hakran K'hal: :: taps in a message and sends it to sickbay, alerting them to the mission and seeing if they want to come out and play :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Maybe... a geologist would be good to take along too?" Hakran K'hal: :: looks amused :: Ensign Valdar looking to get some fresh air? William Chocox: ::looks over reports as his engineers go over the ships:: Indaura Ryssan: This is more a hybrid position than some posts on some vessels. Most have professions purely in counseling roles rather than from time in the sickbay. More of a flex position. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks pretty guilty. :: "I shouldn't have brought it up." Hakran K'hal: From the perspective of building an AT for this mission it was a valid assignment. If you want her... in a professional capacity, bring her. Indaura Ryssan: I hope my atypical approach to counseling won't put people off. Denobulans are pretty open compared to some species, often out of necessity. We live in very close quarters out of need. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs and stands:: Well, I'll have some things to do before dinner. You have the conn, K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smirks at the last line. :: "Right. I do think we should have more than just biology represented. I'll collect some people from other specialties and meet you in the transporter room." Indaura Ryssan: I mean.. having a few creatures in the office will be different for some. Unless they have their own pets. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Rhan K'hal: Aye, sir. Indaura Ryssan: But if you can get the insects to sing...during a session. Hmm Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I read your file. You have quite an extensive family. Cptn Swain: ::Heads to his ready room:: Hakran K'hal: Good. This is going to be a trial balloon, by the way. You'll be directing the away team. :: waves his padd :: I need to give the new XO an assessment on whether you can lead ATs on your own. Indaura Ryssan: Two husbands, each having two wives.. 23 all together. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> With that concern out of the way, another concern was to ensure that you weren't going to be bogged down with pulling double duty, Dr. Ryssan. Seeing as how you seem prepared to do both, then I suppose I have my answer to that. Hakran K'hal: :: turns :: Transporter room 4, deck 11. Indaura Ryssan: I'm just down the way, though I am not opposed to sessions wherever they need me. Irene Mincine: Val> :: After Swain leaves. :: "Sounds like one hell of a dinner party they've got planned." Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles at the show of confidence from Hakran. :: "I won't let you down." :: She shuffles off to gather up an away team from the other labs. Maryse Dubois: Her counseling duties will take priority, but she is welcome in sickbay if her schedule permits. Hakran K'hal: :: purposefully strides into the corridor and off to get prepared :: Indaura Ryssan: Actually, it's a bit dreadful that I am alone in my quarters... a lot like people are a bit on edge with all of these ships around William Chocox: +Bridge+ Some of our teams have already gotten started on their inspections. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ With all the transporter activity I didn't think they were all heading to an Elasian night club. But good to know. You coming up here to direct the exterior scans or you going to play with the big console in your fancy office? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Finally, as I understand it, counseling is a very different position, though all of the same confidentiality requirements apply. You will be learning more about the crew than just their medical ailments. Are you prepared to endure that level of emotional strain? Indaura Ryssan: I may have my hands full. Like any starship or group that works together, people need a someone to confide in, someone to ride out the unknown with them. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Aw, do you miss me? I can head up there. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Need someone from engineering up here so I don't have to keep forwarding calls, because once they start having questions, they never stop. Irene Mincine: :: Eventually, Irene shows up at the transporter room accompanied by the geologist Valdar and two other egghead ensigns: another xenobiologist and an exobotanist. :: Indaura Ryssan: I think I'm ready, and I have a patient in mind that may test my limits William Chocox: +Rhan+ Alright, I'll be up there in a moment. Don't want too many questions bothering you. Indaura Ryssan: If only I was Betazoid... I'd have a leg up on all of this. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in TR4 in the regulation Caitian-version of the high-therm expedition jumpsuit - which is pretty much a thin tank top and high shorts - when a Cait says "no sweat" they mean that literally :: Indaura Ryssan: But :: turns to Dubois :: If some infectious disease come along you call me. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Of course. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded, apparently satisfied.:: Very well. I'll approve the position change. If the two of you need anything from me, please don't hesitate to ask. This is a new ship, and while the systems are new and shiny, I know she isn't going to have everything that you need. I'll do what I can. Indaura Ryssan: :: sips her coffee :: Hmm. I should get a coffee machine, non-replicated. Maryse Dubois: Thank you Commander. Indaura Ryssan: Well, the counseling computer :: taps her temple :: is not new. Rhan K'hal: :: Val :: So, how would your appetite be if you were one of a dozen Starfleet CO's squished between a high-falutin' Elasian VIP and a Cardassian defense minister with 400 supposedly former warships visible out the windows? Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Indaura Ryssan: Thanks for stopping by Commander Stanton. William Chocox: ::transfers the monitoring to his PADD before he walks into the TL:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's wearing a short-sleeve uniform jacket and shorts. The rest of the team is dressed a little more conservatively. :: "Shall we?" Hakran K'hal: Looks like medical doesn't want to traipse through the jungle. So I brought the extra medkit. If you're ready, I am. Irene Mincine: Val> "I'd either have zero appetite or make sure that everyone in the room is exactly as wasted as I am, I think." Irene Mincine: Val> "Given our captain..." Indaura Ryssan: :: sips more of her coffee :: Definitely a coffee machine Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Come on, science team." :: The eggheads are ready to depart, with Valdar looking the most eager. :: Rhan K'hal: Heh. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded.:: Thank you for your time, Doctors. ::Standing, he tugged his uniform back into place.:: Dr. Dubois, you should have received my medical records by now. I had a standing monthly appointment with our ship's doctor. Let me know when you can schedule me in to start our own. Hakran K'hal: :: steps onto the pad :: They change the design on the floor every time, don't they? :: shakes head :: Cptn Swain: ...AND... Maryse Dubois: I will. William Chocox: ::steps onto the bridge:: Ooh, shiny. Indaura Ryssan: MMm Rhan K'hal: There's a quote for the ages. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Hello everyone! Just thought I post and hopefully see some old faces and new on my return to STSF. I use to play at one point as Chief Engieer Lt commander Scherer onboard the USS Reaent and hoping I can explore some new stories with everyone. I know alot has changed in that time so would love any good places to look up info about current sim's and academy training. Lastly I hope I keep the motto of the old girl going "To Learn all that is learnable..."
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It was Irene Mincine’s first command, so to speak, and it seemed to be going well. Four scientists from the new Excalibur were on the surface of Elasia in one of the unexplored southern jungles. Irene was the exogeneticist happily bagging up insects; Ensign Valdar, geologist (and her latest fling), was taking rock samples for elemental analysis; Ensign Horochuk, a botanist from Earth fresh out of the academy, was cataloging plant life; Ensign Tiran, another biologist from a cold-weather planet, was complaining about the heat, the bugs, and pretty much everything about the jungle biome. “I hate these flying insects,” Ensign Tiran whined as he slapped another one off his forearm, leaving a tiny drop of blood behind. “You’ve used twice as much repellant spray as everyone else, Tiran,” said Irene. “Maybe they like your earthy scent.” Valdar and Horochuk laughed at Tiran’s expense. “It’s getting dark, though. Maybe we can call it a night.” The sun was rapidly setting, the sky turning bright orange and purple. It was a breathtaking sight. Horochuk, in charge of the holographic camera, took plenty of pictures of it all. Lt. Hakran had given her the thumbs-up to remain on the surface for a few days so they had set up camp in a small clearing with easy access to water for their filter canteens. Old-fashioned tents made sure that they disturbed the ecosystem as little as possible with no permanent structures or garbage left behind. All in all, it was a productive trip to the surface.
=/\= Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019 =/\= 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and engineering are collaborating to trap the virus that caused glitches throughout the station. USS Missouri is en route to replace USS Calgary as a visible presence. Otherwise, everything has been quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, mourning:: Chirakis: ::in her office, CnC, catching up on work and trying to evade a certain admiral who has decided that she is the ruler of the universe::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::Ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::in her swanky new room with Miana and probably Annisha:: Scott Coleridge: ::finishing up a report:: Chirakis: ::then a dispatch catches her attention and instead of breezing through it, she reads it thoroughly::: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment, then exits her office::: Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Anything new, Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station on the CnC :: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne::: Jylliene: No. It's creepily quiet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking over the network logs :: Chirakis: Creepily? Explain, Commander. I am ignorant of that Terran word. Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis with suspicion :: Why do au get a place like this? Tarisa: ::Looks over at Nijil.:: According to the simulation, these will be next likely targeted systems. Alexis McFarland: Hmm? My parents are diplomats... like Miana's ::Smiles:: Tarisa: All minor subsystems... Nijil tr'Korjata: If it is what is called a virus, then it should spread to whatever systems it can. The big issue is it goes dormant in places we are not aware Jylliene: Eerily? It's quiet. It would be very nice in general, except that it's so unusual that it just leaves one waiting for whatever they feel must be coming. Nijil tr'Korjata: A system as large as ours has to set priorities of what to scan for anomalies. It's a balance of resources and time. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This seems to me to be a decoy of sorts, keeping us distracted enough from another target. Chirakis: Ah. Agreed. Very quiet. However, I prefer not to "jinx" the situation. Jylliene: Oh, I don't wish to either. Jylliene: ::sees incoming:: Jylliene: Missouri inbound, ma'am. Chirakis: :::turns to Cayne::: Anything important, Commander? Alexis McFarland: Mr. Moht>. ::brings in an uttaberry pie, cut in six pieces with some ice cream and fresh uttaberries on top. Sets it on her table and nods and leaves:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is relatively nothing on short or long range sensors, which I worry about. Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene:: Thank you, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::tends to things in Sickbay, hoping Mimi is doing okay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at the pie.:: Oooo. Thank you Mr. Tall Man. Jylliene: ::sends approach vector to Missouri for their requested high orbit:: Chirakis: ::tension seems to be higher than usual::: Jylliene: ::and then displays the vector and projected orbit on the big screen:: Chirakis: ::catches Missouri's orbit onscreen:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a bit on edge, and it's not the coffee... :: drinks his coffee :: Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Yay. It's fresh, from Betazed and not replicated. Chirakis: ::moves on to Commander Coleridge::: Commander Coleridge, anything of note... besides reports? Annisha: Well my parents are.... Hmm Tarisa: Miana> How did it stay warm all the way from betazed? Chirakis: ::glance to Cayne, becoming concerned about the situational responses::: Alexis McFarland: Not the pie ::giggles:: the pie was just made now. I meant the berries. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not so far. I was about to go check on how engineering and science are doing. Alexis McFarland: They work on the station like Dacia does Chirakis: Excellent. Before you leave, however, I received an interesting report. ::Hands him her slate::: Tarisa: Miana> Oooo Chirakis: Interesting that they would suddenly disappear. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, ooh. Chirakis: A changing tide, perhaps? Alexis McFarland: ::takes a bite of her slice of pie:: Mmm, yummy. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns :: I have not slept well Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Perhaps. Chirakis: Let us hope so. mimipavilion: ::trying to keep herself distracted by going over non-condolences messages:: Scott Coleridge: ::hands back the PADD:: I'll see what the brains are up to Nijil tr'Korjata: How long will the simulation run Tarisa? Jylliene: ::sees Missouri has now settled into the orbit:: Chirakis: ::takes the slate and nods::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: Science. Jylliene: Captain, Calgary is ready to disembark. Nijil tr'Korjata: A heck of a time for dreams :: thinks out loud idly :: Tarisa: The simulation has ran about 150 times now. At a rate of around 30 per hour. Chirakis: Noted, Commander. Jylliene: ::sends the departure vector and the okay to disembark:: Chirakis: Clear the corridor for their exit. Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me know of any changes. I need to head to medical/ Jylliene: Yes ma'am Chirakis: 10:30 Jylliene: ::double-checks the corridor:: Chirakis: ::begins her normal pace around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I am heading to medical. I need to get my sleep aligned. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::Helping with some patients:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Good idea. Scott Coleridge: ::enters science:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and heads to sickbay :: Annisha: I should ask the Captain if a suite is available... Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Maybe you can be our neighbour too Scott Coleridge: ::passes Nijil, looks over at Tarisa:: Just missed him. Any updates? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the lift :: Main sickbay Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: If you would like to see the results. ::Points to the console.:: 150...make that 151 simulations have went by. This "virus" has only managed to target subsystems to distract the simulated engineering teams. Scott Coleridge: ::joins her at the console:: So you think there's something else going on? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets off the lift and heads to sickbay :: Dacia Sandero: ::hears someone come in:: Yes, hello? Tarisa: It has never spread to critical systems, which has us stumped. As Chief Korjata has mentioned, viruses are supposed to spread regardless of system. Dacia Sandero: Ahh hello. ::sees Nijil:: How you doing? Can I help you? Tarisa: But the virus is methodical in its targets. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah ie, I have had sleeping issues since this incident with the replication system Nijil tr'Korjata: Plus the dreams are back. :: sits on a bio bed :: Dacia Sandero: Ahh... that doesn't surprise me. Have a seat ::gestures to a bio bed:: Scott Coleridge: Well, a virus can be tailored for specific goals. Scott Coleridge: If this virus is discriminatory, then perhaps its purpose is distraction. Scott Coleridge: But what would it be distracting us from? Surely its creators would expect us to discover it in short order. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Jylliene :: What ships are scheduled to dock today Commander? Chirakis: :::continues her pace::: Dacia Sandero: You're having dreams again, eh? The same ones as before? ::waves a tricorder around him:: Tarisa: That I agree with. How we go from here, I'm afraid I do not have an idea. Dacia Sandero: ::thoroughly checks him over as well as brain waves and such:: Chirakis: :::stops next to Cayne:: Scott Coleridge: The new engineers have everything well in hand, and our existing complement should be rested now. Scott Coleridge: Perhaps we should turn our attention to prevention instead of cure, try to harden our systems against further intrusion. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. I'm in that civilization again, some species I don't recognize...and I'm one of them and... :: face flushed :: Jylliene: We have one freighter coming in, the Valryn. ::to Cayne:: Jylliene: The changeover between the Calgary and the Missouri is complete, and the Missouri is in their requested orbit. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, Valryn... sounds familiar, but as I get older everything sounds familiar...and distant Annisha: Maybe, but I have grown to like my place. :: To Alexis :: Dacia Sandero: I see. Just milling around, or doing anything? Hm, I'll see if I can book you an appointment with Dr. Davis about those dreams. She's much more qualified in that than I am. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: It is a nice place.. I like to visit your place. Plus, you can always come up and visit whenever. My parents won't mind. Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe. It's a bit embarrassing, perhaps I can get a meaning from Davis Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's attention:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. Dacia Sandero: Yes, she'd be able to decipher them more than I could. But, it looks like a lot of these issues seem to be down to the stress and anxiety from everything that happened... I might even suggest PTSD. I can give you some medication to help you sleep more soundly. Chirakis: (w) Commander, do you recall the large delta-wing ship that landed on An-Ward? Scott Coleridge: Let's come up with some ideas for hardening these non-essential systems the virus seems to be targeting. Dacia Sandero: Physically though, you seem to be fine other than fatigue. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Vaguely. Let me pull the records up. Dacia Sandero: I'd recommend you try to take it easy for awhile, especially since things are pretty quiet now. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at it :: I remember it. New intel? Chirakis: (w) You went aboard, pretending to be drunk. ::slight grin:: Perhaps new intel. It has mysteriously disappeared. Nijil tr'Korjata: With the dreams... is there anything to enhance them or remember them better? I always feel I'm just this far :: gestures with finger and thumb :: away from knowing more. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, the same ship I presume. It remained easy to track for so long. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will have my team work on it. mimipavilion: ::stops and takes a break:: Chirakis: (w) Indeed. It transported through cloaks, among other things. I doubt that it has entirely disappeared, but Command believes it has. Chirakis: (w) Keep an eye out for anything that resembles it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Great. Bet they have adaptations we don't know about. Chirakis: I would not be surprised. Dacia Sandero: Yes, there are ways to that yes. You can try to get a lucid dream where you're in control.. try to reason out the dream and imagine you;re free from your body. If you can be self aware that you're dreaming, you might be able to control what's going on. Dacia Sandero: I kind of only had mixed success myself in that though, but I think if you keep at it, it may work? Nijil tr'Korjata: The dream is often just that like I am another person. Dacia Sandero: Not doing anything in particular? Just in someone's body? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not really, mostly in the same place.. a lab or someone's home. Chirakis: :::moves off and takes the command chair:: Dacia Sandero: Just living out their lives? Like some of reality holo-vision show? ::jots down some notes in her PADD to share with Dr. Davis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Tries to grab any logs regarding the disappearance of the ship :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Just one, err, person Dacia Sandero: The same person? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good, send me some ideas when you have them. I'm going to look in on engineering next. Scott Coleridge: Great idea with those simulations, by the way. Chirakis: ::contemplating many things::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie.. a... a woman. It should not be embarrassing, but it is for some reason. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: hides his face for a moment, mostly from feeling out of time, but a bit from the revelation :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sighs :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Things are strangely quiet, are they not? Interesting things happening. Chirakis: TBS will be to the next morning, 0700 ( 7 am ) Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, Comments? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Sometimes when things are quiet, it means people are re-evaluating Scott Coleridge: Which makes them less predictable Chirakis: Indeed Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing here Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and engineering are collaborating to trap the virus that caused glitches throughout the station. USS Missouri will dock soon, replacing USS Calgary. Otherwise, everything has been quiet. Perhaps too quiet.