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  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 20 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 1730 hours (5:30 PM) Aegis local. Midshipman Johnson Kenyon arrived. As Midshipman, he will finish his engineering education under SubCommander Korjata. Captain Ramson has decided to hold off on further transwarp conduit investigations. SubCommander Jorahl will finish his research on the satellite and prep it for storage. The Stone of Gol is the next priority. Lt Cdr Tarisa has begun to explore the properties of the Stone of Gol. Hopefully she will discover the properties used to magnify psychic waves and find a way to disable and/or destroy the stone.
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  4. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #995, STARDATE 51807.16 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit at Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. We are here to help evacuate inhabitants. We arrived just in time to see part of the moon's surface break off and fly away! Sci and Eng have discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of Titan. This means it will soon become calm on the moon again, as Titan orbits out of the destructive energy. This will give us sixteen days to figure out what is really going on before the orbit brings the planetoid back into trouble again. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #995, STARDATE 51807.16 = /\ = 180716.log
  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #995, STARDATE 51807.16 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit at Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. We are here to help evacuate inhabitants. We arrived just in time to see part of the moon's surface break off and fly away! Sci and Eng have discovered that the focus of the energy disruption is fixed in space, not on the surface of Titan. This means it will soon become calm on the moon again, as Titan orbits out of the destructive energy. This will give us sixteen days to figure out what is really going on before the orbit brings the planetoid back into trouble again. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #995, STARDATE 51807.16 = /\ =
  6. Name: Irene Mincine, daughter of P'Lor Species: 1/2 Human, 1/2 Klingon Age: 29 Sex: Female Place of Birth: New Stockholm, Proxima IV Ht: 6'0" Wt: 170 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Long, black and wavy, tied back Father: Adam Mincine, 64. Minor government official on Proxima IV. Mother: P'Lor, daughter of Ressa, 83. Formerly Klingon Defense Force, now a consular official, Proxima IV. Brother: Zefram Mincine, 25. Cargo shuttle pilot, Proxima IV. Starfleet Service Information 2384-2388: Starfleet Academy 2388: USS Excalibur-C Rank: Ensign Assignment: Science staff. Specialist in exobiology, exobotany. Starfleet Service History: 2384: Enrolled in Starfleet Academy. 2386: Earned master's degree. Specialization in biological studies. 2387: Awarded position as a Nova Squadron pilot. Removed from program due to continued disciplinary issues. 2388: Graduated Starfleet Academy, top 30% of class. Holds top certifications in shuttle, runabout, and small craft piloting. Trained in basic starship bridge operations. Education: - B.S., Exobiology (minor in botany), Cochrane University, Proxima Centauri IV (2384) - M.S., Genetics, Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth (2386) Medical History Various sports injuries on record, no major or permanent debilitations. Space Service Readiness Examination: Passed. Psychological Examination: Extremely high ambition and drive, but also willful and defiant at times. Recommend re-examination for command track in 8-10 years. Background: Irene, daughter of P'Lor, always gravitated more toward the Klingon side of her family than the Human side. She forsakes the name Mincine in favor of the Klingon matronymic. Despite this, her mother discouraged her from a career as a Starfleet officer (or Klingon warrior, for that matter) because she wanted more for her daughter than to die for vague ideals of honor that her people discard for political concerns when expedient. (P'Lor's outspoken political opinions had led to her reassignment from the Klingon Defense Force (where she held the rank of Commander and third officer on a Bird of Prey) to a position in the Klingon embassy on Proxima.) Instead, Irene was fascinated by... plants in space, studying exobiology and exobotany while at Cochrane University. She also pursued athletics, winning the regional parrises squares tournament twice in college, no doubt helped by her half-Klingon physique and lack of hesitation to beat the hell out of her opponents. By this time, decades of close contact had meant hybrid Klingons and Humans were more common and more accepted in the Federation, if looked down upon on the Empire. Still, Irene's explosive temper led to many fights and near-dismissals from the university. The study and raising of plants (and bees) was her main way of calming down, recommended by her Vulcan counselor. Even after she was accepted to Starfleet Academy, her problems continued. She was accepted to Nova Squadron based on her gifted piloting skills, but was kicked off the team after getting into a bar brawl with the cadet commander. She graduated near the top of her class on the science track, not being considered command material due to her constant disciplinary problems. She spends her spare time keeping a small hydroponic garden in her quarters, flying shuttle simulations when she can't get real flying time, and practicing hand-to-hand combat on the holodeck.
  7. SD 0715.2018 The game is afoot, ja? Medical has created a work around for the ongoing issue created by the unusual subspace vortex. Meanwhile after an encounter with a... strange... hologram the AT was ordered to return to the Lugh -- with a data cube given to them by the AI -- after sensors detected a vessel nearing the Milky Way -side of the Vortex. Additionally we encountered a sensor blip.
  8. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: Aboard the Lugh, much of the crew has started coming down with unusual symptoms and some sort of toxicity. Medical and Science is working to discover the cause, while aboard the Moon/Starbase the AT is on a long lift ride up, up and away. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::On the lift, watching his tricorder carefully:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene is down in the yacht, laying on her back on a bench seat, afflicted with whatever that toxin is and breathing heavily. :: "The... uh... any progress...?" Maryse Dubois: # ::In the yacht, making sure everyone was as comfortable as possible.:: William Chocox: @ So...anyone have any ideas as to what we're going to find? Hunter Matheson: :::trying not to puke and determined that he will not leave his post 'cause there's no one else to mind the store::: Rhan K'hal: # :: finishes having his kitten-induced epiphany :: The vortex! :: pulls out his padd and brings up the visual of it, shows it to the kitties :: This is the cause? Hunter Matheson: ::but he's been thinking about the vortex and the cats and wondering if anything like that could have upended their metabolism::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Back on the bridge, Miranda had just dosed Matheson with something to ensure he *didn't* puke and reclaimed her seat. She still had a pounding headache, but her nausea had passed.:: What's the status on the team, Matheson? Maryse Dubois: # ::Shakes head.:: I can't hope to synthesize an antitoxin without a source. ::Pauses as she turns to Rhan.:: Have something? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Both of them whirled in distress patterns at the sight of the vortex, their fur patterns repeating.:: Hunter Matheson: Coming up, ma'am. +Away Team, Lugh, requesting status report+ Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Shakes his head:: I am a communications officer by training. Hunter Matheson: ::and he's feeling a little better at least::: William Chocox: @ Fun? Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Lugh+ Currently in a lift headed ::he paused:: towards what we believe be the central command area. Rhan K'hal: # According to our quadrupedal toxin experts, the vortex is the cause. Or at least they really don't like it. And since they shouldn't even know what it looks like but do, and can reproduce the pattern relatively well on their fur... I'm not gonna argue Hakran K'hal: @I'm used to dealing with things on the quantum level. In a lab. Maryse Dubois: # But what in the vortex would cause this? William Chocox: @ It is the central command area. Hunter Matheson: +AT+ Luge copy. Anyone feeling sick down there? William Chocox: Should we? Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Lifts a brow:: +Lugh+ Not that I am aware of, no. Hunter Matheson: ::checks their position as they move along::: +AT+ Luge, copy. Stand by. Hunter Matheson: ::turning to Hawthorne:: Anything else, ma' Hunter Matheson: am? Rhan K'hal: # I dunno, but rips in space-time generally aren't good for anyone's health, no matter how well formed they are. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, just keep an eye on them. ::She checked the probe readings on her chair console.:: Irene Mincine: # "I knew it!" :: She tries to sit up and just collapses back down. Irene's totally out of it, slurring her words and everything. :: "I ate liquid space-time." Maryse Dubois: # Can you tie into the ships sensor logs down here? Maybe there is something we didn't notice. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. +AT+ Luge, we're keeping eyes on. Continue present investigation. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The @'s lift comes to a halt and the door slide open. The large circular room is "open-air" similar to the bridge earlier, with a gold super structure providing a gazebo like roof. There are several free standing panels and consoles towards the center as well as numerous stations around the wall. Towards the front of the room there is a raised area that appears to be a some sort of observation area. William Chocox: @::looks around:: This is certainly impressive. Hakran K'hal: @ Whoever these people are they certainly hate roofs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitty1> ::Seemed to sigh dramatically and hopped up on the couch with Irene, sitting directly on her chest with its face in her face. It purred softly and began to knead her uniform.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Or really appreciated a view. Hunter Matheson: ::he lets out a sign of relief and relaxes in the helm chair::: Cptn Swain: @ACTION> At the center of the room is a large, shallow reflective pool of water. Hunter Matheson: *sigh* William Chocox: @::walks towards the center:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne::: Whatever you gave me is working, ma'am. How you feeling? Rhan K'hal: # Are there any compounds that would be common to all of our species biologically that could be turned into the toxin through some sort of, I dunno, alteration of the protein structure? Irene Mincine: # "Oh, good, that's a good kitty..." :: Irene pets it, that's about all she's capable of at the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Irene begins to feel mildly better and not completely out of it. Still has a raging headache, though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Better, but I still can't shake this headache. Don't worry. The doctors are working on figuring out what's wrong with us. There's a buildup of toxin in our bloodstream. They're looking for the source. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Certainly had an eye for aesthetics. Alright lets see if we can find a working terminal. Hunter Matheson: ::he nods:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Matheson gets some strange readings coming from the probe. Seems like a spatial distortion of some kind. William Chocox: @::walks up to a panel near the center:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: as usual, scans everything passively first - doesn't want to get knocked on his tail by anything anymore :: Maryse Dubois: # There could be a number of compounds, most notably, water. Maryse Dubois: # Salt could be another. William Chocox: @ Want me to touch it? Rhan K'hal: # Okay. Lemme think. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitty2> ::Yowled at Maryse.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leans forward, frowning::: Hm... Cptn Swain: @Arden> Sure. Irene Mincine: # "Oh... god, my head." :: She looks over at Maryse. :: "I have the world's worst hangover, doc. But I love this cat..." :: Petting and petting. Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks down at the Kitty.:: Hmm? You understand that? Rhan K'hal: # Or let them think. Was that a :: yowl :: at water? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty2> ::Snorts at Rhan.:: Rhan K'hal: # Or was it for salt? Maryse Dubois: # Or salt? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty2> ::Yowls again and then sighs, bored.:: Hunter Matheson: Uh... Commander? ::has an awe sh*t look:: Getting strange readings from the probe. Looks like spatial distortion. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty1> ::Headbutts Irene's chin, purring softly.:: William Chocox: @::touches the panel like the one downstairs:: Rhan K'hal: # If you had opposable thumbs I'd just give you the PADD. Hmm. Some action that can turn salt into a toxin. Why is Hak never around when I need him? Hunter Matheson: :::begins to work on a solution::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced up at Hunter.:: Run it through and see if it compares to any known readings. Could be a natural occurrence. Hunter Matheson: ::checks location of the probe:: Yes, ma'am. Comparing now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 2> ::Jumps up onto one of the consoles and taps it with its foot, looking pointedly at Rhan.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Thinks.:: Maybe not salt in general, but saline. Hakran K'hal: @ As usual, these are very well insulated components, passive scans can barely even tell they're there other than the system going ape over the alloy. Hunter Matheson: And.. .it's taking a long time.... like it's confused? :::question to self::: Rhan K'hal: # :: tweaks an ear :: If you insist. :: inputs into the terminal for kitty paws to be considered input :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Will feels the same gentle probing as before, a soft gentle pull here and there. William Chocox: @ I'm in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It could be something new. And it is an old processor. ::She looked back to her screen.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Takes a PADD, and begins tapping on it.:: Hunter Matheson: No known readings, ma'am. And roger on the old processor. Irene Mincine: # "Hey, this cat loves me. Haha!" :: Irene gives Kitty #1 a little kiss. :: "What's that about salt water?" William Chocox: @ Want to know anything? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, it feels like gentle passing him. A question comes to him, "who are you." Hakran K'hal: @ :: since scanning the things isn't doing any good, scans Will instead :: Maryse Dubois: # ::She brings up a previous record of Irene, and compares it to the most recent scan.:: William Chocox: @::wasn't expecting that:: Um...we're explorers. From an organization known as Starfleet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty2> ::Flicks its tail and presses on the screen with one tiny paw. The vortex appears along with a reading of known radioactive emissions coming from it. It snorted again and jumped down to pay Indaura a visit, climbing up onto her chest the same as Kitty 1 did for Irene.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The feeling changes, the breeze continues to wrap around him. The tug becomes slightly stronger though still gentle. "What is that your seek?" Rhan K'hal: # Irene, I'm starting to think you should be calling them Doctor too. Whether that's an M.D. a Ph.D. or both I dunno yet, but... :: looks at what K2 brought up :: Yeah, maybe both. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Looks over to K'hal and Will:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Still not feeling well from whatever ailed her :: Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ K'hal to bridge, raise shields. William Chocox: @ Give me one moment. ::to the people with him:: What is it that we're seeking? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Irene's scans differ in that the toxins in her blood seemed to have reduced from when she was first scanned. Something was helping to filter them from her blood. Maryse's scan also inadvertently includes one of the kitty. It seemed to be absorbing a small amount of radiation from somewhere. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Having not been able to hear the voice at all:: Um Hakran K'hal: @ :: shrugs :: William Chocox: @ It's just a voice in my head, this is not the worst thing I've done as an Engineer on this crew. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty2> ::Purring in Indaura's face. Her headache starts to lessen.:: Irene Mincine: # "Dr. Kitty, are you helping us?" :: Irene pets Kitty #1. :: "Aww... I knew there was more to them than we saw..." Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Stifles a laugh:: So, it's interacting with you on a... telepathic level? Hunter Matheson: +com+ Shields up. Rhan K'hal: # :: reviews the data coming in :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Glances at his own tricorder:: Fascinating. Rhan K'hal: # Better, but still not perfect. William Chocox: @ I would say so. It asked me who we are, and what we are seeking. Maryse Dubois: # It's a radiation. It's preventing our bodies from naturally filtering toxins. But... ::Looks at the kitty on Irene.:: Somehow it is absorbing some of it. Hunter Matheson: :::strange feeling::: Still nothing from the probe scan, Commander. Rhan K'hal: # +Hunter+ Thank you, Gunny. With the Commander's permission, see if you can put some of the superstructure between us and the vortex. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty1> ::Seems to like Irene, too. It tilted its head into her scritches.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hearing Rhan's comm, she nodded to Hunter.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Tell it... tell it we merely wish to know more about this place. It's history, who built it... etc. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The strange readings from the probe cease. All else seems normal. Irene Mincine: # :: "Wouldn't the shields take care of that?" :: Looks to Maryse. :: "Is it coming from the vortex?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The computer could not identify it as a known phenomenon. Maryse Dubois: # ::Goes to her medkit, looking through the supplies.:: I can make us a stimulant that will improve our filtering capabilities. Maybe the ship's shields can be altered to keep us from getting another dose of radiation. William Chocox: @Annnnnd I lost it. Hold on. Hunter Matheson: +Rhan+ Bridge copy. ::notes the nod:: Moving to shield with the superstructure. William Chocox: @::tries touching the panel again:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The wind picks up again, it touches Will bringing forth memories from his past in a rapid succession, as if it decided to learn for itself about the new visitors. Rhan K'hal: # :: Irene :: The shields, or even the navigational deflector, on a modern starship would. This bucket not so much. I've got Mr. Matheson to move us behind the superstructure, letting it do some of the work. Hunter Matheson: ::moving cautiously with as much as needed::: William Chocox: @::winces as that happens, not wanting to relive certain past episodes:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: looks at Dubios :: Let me know when I can....ugh... leave... :: feels her head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> With their shields up and a change in position, radiation levels from the vortex can't seem to penetrate. However, the ship is still saturated with it internally. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The voice stops, and above the reflecting pool, a strange holographic image appears. It's a geometric odd shape that appears differently to each of the three crew members. Irene Mincine: # "Makes sense... I'm glad we at least know what the problem was. Now if someone would whack me in the head until I can't feel this headache." :: Irene's still petting Kitty #1. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty2> ::Puts a paw on Indaura's mouth and purrs.:: Rhan K'hal: # Unfortunately, I can't do anything about what's already in the ship. Rhan K'hal: # :: Kitty2 :: Unless you have any other ideas. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 2> ::Huffs at Rhan with a 'haven't I done enough' attitude.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Mixing a couple vials, before putting the mixture into a hypo. She gives it a good scan before giving it her stamp of approval.:: This should help at least. ::Gives Irene a shot. Then Indaura.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: ears perk at the hologram :: Cptn Swain: @Sulea> I am Cephalon Suela, guardian of this outpost. You have come seeking answers. Some I can provide, others ... not. Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: Maximum protection achieved. 180 degrees from the vortex. Rhan K'hal: # Copy that. Okay, think some more, think some more... Maryse Dubois: # ::She then gives a does to Tandy CBCO.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good, Matheson. Anything else on the probe readings? Maryse Dubois: # ::Goes to Rhan.:: Arm, while you are thinking. William Chocox: @ What do you mean by guardian? Rhan K'hal: # :: sticks out arm :: What about our friends helps them absorb the radiation. Presumably safely. Hunter Matheson: No, ma'am. Probe does not recognize the anomaly. Indaura Ryssan: # I need to get up and walk around anyhow Cptn Swain: @Sulea> ::The holographic display moves into a different formation, and all three of the AT feel the same gentle probing that Will felt earlier, the voice continues in their native language:: I am the keeper. The watcher in the night. Hunter Matheson: :::eagle eye on all readings::: Irene Mincine: # "Oh, thank you Doc. This is going to be a lifesaver. I'll just let this kitty stay here as long as she wants." :: Irene looks at Rhan, now. :: "I hope we're not putting them in danger." Maryse Dubois: # ::Gives him a shot of the hypo.:: It is an interesting thought, but we don't know how much radiation they can absorb. It may be bad for them in the long run. Rhan K'hal: # Could they have been bred for the purpose? Rhan K'hal: # No offense you two. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 2> ::Hops off the Indaura so she could stand and struts over to one of the chairs, throwing Rhan a glare. Its tail flicked and its fur whirled in a rude pattern.:: Hunter Matheson: :::he checks the status of helm/ops/tac equipment and it seems just fine, if a little old::: Indaura Ryssan: # They need a complete workover, those cats. Maryse Dubois: # ::Hypo's herself, while thinking on that.:: It's possible they were meant to come with us all along? Hakran K'hal: @ :: isn't all that fond of the direct-to-brain-format :: Cptn Swain: @Sulea> But that was long ago. It has been many years. ::the geographic holograms change shape again:: You come seeking answers, yet you bring many questions, Curious creatures. Irene Mincine: # "That's a... no, sir." :: Giggling at Kitty #2. :: She looks at Maryse. :: "It's possible, they were hidden. Were we supposed to find them at all?" William Chocox: @ Some would say our curiosity is our most endearing trait. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Rhan's scans of the ship come back. The radiation seems to be spread out through the ship, though some areas were better protected due to the Lugh's older hull plating. However, the yacht and the cargo bay outside seem to have less to no radiation present. Maryse Dubois: # ::Hands Indaura the hypo.:: Give this to Commander Hawthorne, and Mr. Matheson. Rhan K'hal: # I'd agree with the assessment of a no. :: looks back as the console blips :: Hunter Matheson: :::work...work..work::: Rhan K'hal: # Wow. Rhan K'hal: # Maryse, look at this. They've cleaned the whole area. Cptn Swain: @Sulea> ::the shapes change again, the air seems softer:: Perhaps. You have much to learn. Your ship seems... primitive. Yet I see much about you that my makers would find promising. Perhaps it is not so surprising you found your way here. Maryse Dubois: # ::Looking at the readings.:: You're right. Maybe...maybe we should let them out of the bay. ::Points to some sections.:: These parts we don't need, but the rest... Hakran K'hal: @ The ship is primitive. Though by your perspective even our normal ship would be. Promising how? Cptn Swain: @Sulea> I had hoped the Archimedean would return one day, but ::the shapes change, and there's a feeling of intense loneliness that sweeps over them before settling on something more distant:: I am pleased someone after all these years has returned. Rhan K'hal: # :: nods :: Thankfully we're not using much. Irene Mincine: # "I just hope they won't be harmed, but they seem eager to absorb the radiation, don't they?" William Chocox: @ The Archimedean? Cptn Swain: @Sulea> You are curious. Unrestrained. You allow many different ... perspectives, creatures to live among you. Rhan K'hal: # :: to the kitties :: Want a tour of our lovely rust bucket? Or more directly, can you clean a few other areas of the ship so we don't get worse? William Chocox: @ It's what makes us strong. Rhan K'hal: # But we don't want you to get hurt, so if you have a limit, make it clear when you can't do it. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The probe detects an incoming warp signature on the other side of the vortex. It appears to be a small vessel, but due to the radiation and the asteroid belt positive identification is almost impossible. Rhan K'hal: # :: Kitty2 :: Not that you have any trouble making things well known. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::They both meowed and their fur patterns rippled with serenity. Eagerly, they moved to the door of the yacht, waiting for it to open.:: Rhan K'hal: # Okay, great. Time for a walk. Rhan K'hal: # Maryse, let the bridge know what's going on, wouldya? Maryse Dubois: # Alright, let's let them out then. Cptn Swain: @Sulea> Indeed, that it might be. Rhan K'hal: # :: opens the yacht :: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene sits up on the bench seat. :: "Let's go for a walk. I'm sick of this yacht." Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ Commander, we'll be letting the little ones roam the ship for a while. It seems they are able to absorb the radiation that was causing us problems. Cptn Swain: @Sulea> Perhaps in a few hundred cycles your people will be ready for that which I keep. Hunter Matheson: Commander Hawthorne. Probe detects incoming. Warp. Small vessel. Positive ID undetectable. William Chocox: @ Cycles? Hunter Matheson: Incoming from the vortex. Hail? ::turns to face her:: Rhan K'hal: # Now I know you're headstrong, but let me lead the way. We have a good part of the ship off limits, and there's no point in wasting you, or the air, opening up the wrong doors. Cptn Swain: @Sulea> ::the wind shifts, as it is dying down:: In time, you may return. For now, you may explore as you wish. Go and be well, Seekers. Hakran K'hal: @ Um... thanks. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The hologram dies out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Swain? ::She stood and began to pace, casting worried glances at the viewer.:: Keep us out of the sensor scans, Matheson. Keep the structure between us. Rhan K'hal: # :: exits the cargo bay into the corridor :: Indaura Ryssan: (lost all the conversations) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Do not hail them. I want to see where they're going. Cptn Swain: @Arden> That was... interesting. Hunter Matheson: :::watching the incoming vessel::: Yes, ma'am. Holding positions. William Chocox: @Did I offend them? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Maryse+ Really? Well get them up here quickly. We need this area cleaned. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene follows the kitty party. :: "I'll accompany you if you don't mind. Herding cats can be difficult, after all." Indaura Ryssan: # :: Wonders if she fainted for a moment, felt very light headed :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A final parting gust swells around them, warm and pleasant. "A Gift," they hear in unison. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Snort at Rhan, but they don't run *too* far ahead. In fact, they seemed to be playing chase with one another.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Looking to Rhan.:: Start with the bridge, and make sure the Commander gets that hypo. Rhan K'hal: # :: Irene :: So long as you're up for it. And I have a feeling these two are impossible to herd unless they're in the mood. So they're 100% felines, whatever their fur likes to do. Cptn Swain: ACTION> From the pool a obelisk rises with cube of unusual shape atop it. William Chocox: @ Ok... Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sits up :: Rhan K'hal: # :: gives Maryse a thumbs up :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Once everyone leaves, she collapses into a nice comfy chair, sighing.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Motions for K'hal to take the cube:: Rhan K'hal: # Okay, grab that lift Brite and Dash. :: is glad they, or likely any of the other crew, would not guess the origin of those :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: carefully takes it :: Hakran K'hal: @ Okay, now what? Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Lugh+ Away team to Lugh. Irene Mincine: # "I'm feeling much better, I'll be okay." :: Irene follows along with the kitties. :: Hunter Matheson: ::watching the vortex, balancing it with their reference point::: Cptn Swain: @Arden> I suppose we can continue the holographic probe scans. Hunter Matheson: +COM+ Luge here. Go ahead. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Still on the bed where she was :: Rhan K'hal: # :: enters the lift :: This is going to be tight fit. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Goes to follow Rhan :: Wait... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitties> ::Glad to be out and running free. They piled into the lift and chased one another in circles around their feet.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Lugh+ ::Fills them on what had just happened with Sulea and the data cube:: Apparently we're not ready yet for whatever it is the... uh keeper is keeping, but we're free too look around apparently. I am guessing this gift is some sort of data cube, but I'd like to run some mroe scans of it over here before we beam it back to Lugh. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Glances to K'hal as he says scans of the thing:: Hunter Matheson: :::looks to Hawthorne:: +AT+ Luge. Stand by. Hakran K'hal: @ :: more careful tricorder scanning :: Rhan K'hal: # :: holds the door :: Doctor, if you're not up for this I do know how to administer a hypo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Arden+ We've got an incoming vessel, Commander. We're going to beam you back aboard. William Chocox: @::scans around the room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Arden+ We don't have time for any more scanning. Leave it or bring it, but you're coming back. ::She nods to Matheson.:: Hunter Matheson: +AT+ Stand by to beam. ::looks to Hawthorne:: Hakran K'hal: @ I guess we're leaving. Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Lugh+ Kai and Asher. ::he bit his lip. He'd almost managed to forget why they were there:: Understood. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Ready to beam on your mark. Hakran K'hal: @ And... yeah, there is a wholelottadata goin on in this thing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Hunter.:: Hunter Matheson: +AT+ Beaming. Hunter Matheson: :::shimmer shimmer shimmer::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. Arcadia tries to retrieve the probe sent by USS Maine. They have to divert a Somonian research ship that also saw the probe. chatlog2018-7-8.txt
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 13 July 2018: The Challenger is now orbiting around the Arcadian homeward where the away team are deep underwater exploring the main city. TBS was 15 minutes.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::With the group, still on the sub? Itching to go swimming.:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the area trying to ignore the water that could flatten them into human pancakes:: John Randall: ::visiting the engine room of the sub, learning some alien technology:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: kind of a weird place to live, but I guess they're used to it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Filim'Ja> ::Shows the team around various parts of the city, a labyrinth of caves and passageways with pretty looking stalagmites and such overhead :: Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake Syl:: You sure look excited. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looking all around :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. I see you humans are dressed in diving attire? That is most excellent as parts of the city need to be traversed by swimming but don't worry since these caves are reinforced and should be diveable for humans.. and definitely for Chelons. Hunter Matheson: ::checks out Hok wondering what he's thinking then looks back at Syl:: What? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly.:: I'm just ready to go exploring. ::smiles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Recording all he can :: Hunter Matheson: ::moves forward to talk to Firim'Ja:: So, we dive like we would if we were above water, or we gear up in here, or what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> That's correct. There are grottos with waterways that connect between caves. Dvokr chim Hok: How old are these structures? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. It should be interesting, for sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: Frim'Ja>. These caves have been around for a few millennia, however this city has been around for a little over a century Hunter Matheson: So how did your people get here? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: FIrim'Ja> Get here? As in on this planet or the city? Hunter Matheson: On the planet, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Ahh, well we've evolved from a fish-like species to become the top intelligent species on this planet. The fact that we have no natural predators to compete against us. Dvokr chim Hok: What do you think of species that eat fish, if I may ask? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team are shown around the cave network and are led to a sizeable grotto with very blue, clear water. Hunter Matheson: Whoa.... so there's a population problem? Or... you're just careful when you.... ::semi blush:: you know.... ::shrugs, leaving it at that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We do not judge other species based on their eating habits. And no, we do not have a population problem. Everything is shared equally so this is never a problem for us. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Referring to both of their questions:: Fririm'Ja>. You all are able to swim? Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. We can call for the submersible for those of you who cannot. Hunter Matheson: Swim? Yes, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: How clean is the water? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Starts unzipping her suit, slowly revealing her silver one piece.:: I'll be ready in a second. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> The water's a lot clearer than what I'm used to but it won't be a problem Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. The water is very clear and clean. It has to be since we feed on plankton swimming in the water Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Hm, I might try some. I have been wondering how the plankton on this planet tastes like. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Removes her boots and places them and her normal suit into a waterproof container, then ties back her hair.:: Dvokr chim Hok: If only I could swim faster... Cptn Ja'Lale: ::inspects the water, and waits for the others to get ready::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Changing off to the side :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It is just a short swim to our administrative area where we can begin our talks. Hunter Matheson: ::slips off the uniform that covers his partial wet suit, complete with rebreather that he took because he wasn't sure what kind of swimming he'd be doing::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wearing his swim shorts :: Hunter Matheson: ::full mask, the whole 9 yards:: John Randall: ::the Arcadian engineer shows John around the engine room; Randall uses his tricorder to record the information, is impressed by what he's learning and seeing:: Dvokr chim Hok: Guess I will need a rebreather if I want to live. Cptn Ja'Lale: That would be handy, yes. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Puts it in his mouth :: Mmmgmmn Hunter Matheson: ::his gear hangs from his neck:: Unless you can hold your breath for about ten to fifteen. Hunter Matheson: ::looking at Syl, figuring she can:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal's mask as she puts a simple rebreather in her mouth.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Doesn't wait to be asked, she jumps into the water.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. ::smiles:: Great, if you're all ready then please follow us. Hunter Matheson: (wait... are we outside the whateveritis we're in?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Dyan finds the water warm, like the oceans in the Caribbean. (We are inside one of the caves) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Slips in after Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job folks -- we'll start from there. Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: None here Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed.. have a great week everyone
  11. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/13/18 - 10:05 PM=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis local. Aegis is settling down to normal. Medical still has a few recovering from V'Mal's attack. Security is investigating V'Mal's collaborators. Engineering receives Midshipman Johnson Kenyon. All departments are working on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. Traffic in the area of the transwarp conduit is closely monitored. Jorahl continues to reverse engineer the conduit's satellite. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Jylliene: :::Back at CnC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, checking on the patients:: KelsaViegnor: ::in the shop;; Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Aux OPS::: Annisha: @ :: Starting to settle in their specially fitted cargo bay room, three beds, drapes... :: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, having returned from lunch and rounds to find a big stack of paperwork awaiting him- Alexis McFarland: @ ::With Miana and Annisha, looking out of a window:: Tarisa: :;Had just recently stepping onto the CnC after her talk with Lawliet.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Runabout Colorado, having just completed dock, he is picking up his bags:: Scott Coleridge: :: something about a promotion:- Alexis McFarland: @This is nice. Who was that lady, Annisha? Kallah Ramson: ::exits office onto the CnC:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Face almost pressed to the viewport as she looks out.:: Jylliene: Captain ::nods:: Chirakis: ::she steps from the lift, pausing for a moment, then steps down to the security console and nods to Ramson:: Captain. Annisha: @ :: Peers over :: Au won't make it go faster by looking out the window. Would au feel better if I was at the helm? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Tail going wild.:: Kallah Ramson: ::returns the nod:: Annisha: @ :: Goes up to both of them :: First time on a Rihan cargo vessel? Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the runabout:: KelsaViegnor: ::discussing recent orders with her employee:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::presses against the window as well:: Do you know how to get there? I never been on a Romulan ship before... well, other than the few minutes we spent on the Nei'rrh that one time Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Turns to Annisha, nodding.:: First time on any Rihan vessel. Fletcher Jackson: ::messing with a bunch of stuff::: Scott Coleridge: :: checks what's next on his list, notes they have a new crew member arriving:: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Curious.:: Oooo...Does it cloak? Alexis McFarland: @ Don't they all cloak? Chirakis: ::checking security reports, which are many, and puts them aside to check the tactical overlay::: Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: I thought about what you said. mimipavilion: ::finishes checking on the last patient and goes to her office:: Tarisa: ::Goes to the SCI console and logs in.:: Annisha: @ Any good Rihan vessel does, but we are in free space. Chirakis: ACTION> A security officer is at the docking area to escort Midshipman Kenyon and steps up to him. Johnson Kenyon: Computer, please direct me to the bridge Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In engineering :: Chirakis: Garand> Here, Midshipman. Lt Garand, Security. Scott Coleridge: :: turns to Ramson:: Really, Captain, I was only joking ... The paperwork isn't that bad Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In CnC on his tactical console :: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the security officer:: Hi Lieutenant, have you been sent to escort me? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Seems almost disappointed.:: mimipavilion: ::enters her office and takes a seat at her desk, picking up a PADD and notices it's a medical file on a new crewman:: Ok then. Annisha: @ We can't see it cloak from inside Kallah Ramson: ::smiles:: No. About maybe looking too deeply into things best left hidden. Chirakis: Garand> I'll be escorting you.. yes. Welcome to Aegis. You have credentials? Annisha: @ :: Runs and jumps on her bed :: Scott Coleridge: Oh. That. Right. Alexis McFarland: @ Aww, I see Annisha: @ :: Notices a bowl of fruit on a table :: Johnson Kenyon: Credentials.... Credentials... ::reaches in bag for his pad:: Jylliene: ::has entered the bunk assignment for the new arrival:: Chirakis: Garand> ::waits patiently, knowing that he was once in that position:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls out a padd out of his bag and passes to Lt Garand:: Kallah Ramson: I've decided, for the time being, we should hold off on further investigations. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees a small message about a new engineer :: Ugh, great. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Thanks. ::takes a quick look:: You're good to go. Come with me. Johnson Kenyon: ::follows Garand:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::heads over to Annisha, and plops on her bed as well:: Scott Coleridge: :: keeping calm, internally relieved:: I see. Johnson Kenyon: ::wondering about the transwarp conduit:: Annisha: @ It will take a day to get there and the Captain said we will arrive in the dark. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::pounces.:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::pressing a thumbprint on the lift access, the door slides open::: Kallah Ramson: The SubCommander will finish his current research on the satellite then prep it for storage. Johnson Kenyon: ::Lt Garand:: Where are we headed ::stepping in the TL:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> We're taking the command lift down. Best way to get you to CnC. KelsaViegnor: ::the two check in newly arrived supplies:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Is in another compartment, reading quietly.:: Johnson Kenyon: CnC? That the bridge? Kallah Ramson: We do need to see how to safely lock away the stone of Gol Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::smiles as he selects the code to CnC:: Command and Control, Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: guess I should have studied more on the station Alexis McFarland: @ Ahh, I hope it'll look nice in the dark Johnson Kenyon: In the academy... ::gets quiet... realizes he might not want to engage in small talk at this point:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> The station takes a while to get used to, but after a while, it's a piece 'o cake. ::the lift moves quickly, stopping at CnC within seconds::: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the imperceptible change in location:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::huggles Miana:: They left us some fruit too, I also brought some snacks as well. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::waits for him to finish before opening the door:: In the academy you...? Tarisa: ::Ears rotate as she hears the goings on of the CnC. She quietly taps on her console, checking sensors in the process.:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some of the patients:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, anything new going on in our sector? mimipavilion: ::goes over some other reports:: Johnson Kenyon: Oh... sorry... In the academy, we always thought of serving on a ship, so I hadn't considered a station Jylliene: ::checks on supply requisitions, approving most, but putting a few aside for further consideration:: Johnson Kenyon: Afraid I didn't study up on that as much as my hyperspanner Tarisa: @ Miana> Oh yeah! ::Gets up and grabs a bag before rejoining the others.:: I have snacks too! Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::he grins:: Well, you know what they say. Whatever you expect, it won't happen. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Ready? Johnson Kenyon: Yes, sir Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders why he would say... it won't happen:: Johnson Kenyon: ::deep breath:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::Nods:: Pull out your credentials and orders. Have them ready for the commander. Annisha: @ They say my grandfolks have a lot of land. Alexis McFarland: @. That's nice. Like a farm or something? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Garand:: Commander... ::has his PADD ready:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> And here we go. ::opens the lift door and steps out::: Alexis McFarland: @::Unpacks her snacks, and puts it by the fruit, picks up a pink looking fruit she's never seen before:: Johnson Kenyon: ::follows Garand:: Jylliene: ::glances over at the arrivals:: Annisha: @ :: eats some berries :: Mmmm. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::walks up to Cdr Coleridge::: Commander Coleridge. Midshipman Kenyon reports for duty, sir. ::he steps away:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at everyone:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::steps out of the way, then recognizes his superior at the security console::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees someone entering CnC :: Alexis McFarland: @::bites into the pink fruit:: ooh yummy. Chirakis: ::Nods to Garand:: Scott Coleridge: Thank you, Lieutenant . Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: ::Commander Coleridge:: Please to meet you, sir ::holding out PADD with orders:: Kallah Ramson: ::reviewing something on a padd:: Johnson Kenyon: ::visibly nervous:: Fletcher Jackson: ::would get a donut, but feels like this is not the time::: Scott Coleridge: :: accepts the PADD:: Welcome aboard. I see you'll be joining engineering. Annisha: @ :: The lights suddenly go out :: Chirakis: ::waving Garand over, then speaks to him quietly:: Any word? Chirakis: Lt Garand> No, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Ears perks up at the new arrivals.:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Carry on. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Squeals.:: Alexis McFarland: @ What happened? ;;looks up:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Smiles:: I hope to make you proud Annisha: @ Wait... Alexis McFarland: @::Holds Miana:: Annisha: @ :: Stars appear streaking by on the surfaces of the cargo bay, as if they are floating in space :: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::moves to stand a discreet distance from Cdr Coleridge and Midshipman Kenyon::: KelsaViegnor: ::sets out fancy boxes to package the orders, starts gathering them. Gifts of some kind for a celebration, it seemed:: Chirakis: :::then she steps over to Tarisa::: Commander, a word. Annisha: @ Holographic paint... father told me about this. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Relaxes, as she has no trouble seeing in the dark.:: Alexis McFarland: @ Holographic paints? Alexis McFarland: @ ::Lets go of Miana a bit:: Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Well, this is the CnC. But of course... you knew that. ::gestures vaguely:: Johnson Kenyon: ::waits awkwardly while the XO reviews his orders:: Chirakis: ::waits for Tarisa to finish what she was working on:: Jylliene: ::Reviews those requests she had set aside:: Dacia Sandero: ::records their progress on a PADD by their bio beds, checking the bio-rhythms of one of the patients:: Tarisa: ::Stops what she was doing and steps over to Chirakis.:: Yes, ma'am? Chirakis: ACTION> Mimi receives medical information from Kenyon, for her review before he even gets up there. Annisha: @ Ie, a mesh of tiny picture things on the walls. Johnson Kenyon: Yes, Lt Garand told me... I had never heard of CnC before now... all the new acronyms and such. Scott Coleridge: I won't inundate you with names at the moment. I'm sure you'll meet everyone soon enough. That over there is Captain Ramson. ::gently inclines his head:: And that's Captain Chirakis, our chief of security. Chirakis: Regarding the stone that is in the security vault. Are you familiar with its properties? Johnson Kenyon: ::mouthing, Captain Chirakis... chief of security?:: Alexis McFarland: @ OOh, cool. mimipavilion: ::hears a beep and sees that it is the medical information and looks it over:: Scott Coleridge: In approximately 45 seconds you’re going to receive a comm from a Doctor Pavilion, who has some kind of magic access to incoming personnel data, I swear. Tarisa: ::Tilts her head a little as she considers.:: Not entirely, but I have looked at the information. Annisha: @ Perhaps we should get some rest before dinner. Dacia Sandero: Well, they all seem to be resting comfortably now that the sedatives have kicked in. Johnson Kenyon: Magic access, sir? Scott Coleridge: I'm not saying it's witchcraft... Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm. OK. We are kinda resting now though ::smiles:: Jylliene: ::sends a question of what in the world the florist needs with this particular order to the shop owner:: Chirakis: Very well. To deal with this object, we need to gather more information.... mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Dr. Pavilion to Midshipman Kenyon Annisha: @ When was the last time au were on a planet? Scott Coleridge: ::overhears the comm request, gives a knowing smile:: Chirakis: And for that, you will have to have access to the stone. Does that disturb you? Johnson Kenyon: :::amazed:: +Mimi+ Yes, Doctor Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches the new guy :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Stands on the bed, tail lashing about.:: Since before I came to the station. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ When you're done reporting in please report to medical. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Yes, doctor, I'm not sure when that will be. I don't have quarters yet and I haven't even met another engineer Tarisa: ::Thinks, then shakes head.:: No. I am curious how a stone can cause so much trouble. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene, mock whispering:: Since when do we give Midshipmen quarters?? Alexis McFarland: @Same for me. Last planet I was on was Earth shortly before I came to Aegis mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ I understand that, just make sure you come to medical before the end of day. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Yes, Ma'am Jylliene: ::whispers:: We don't. I've forwarded his bunk assignment. Should be with his standard welcome information. Annisha: @ Mine was that mining place. :: looks somber :: Tarisa: @ Miana> It was Mithra for me. Chirakis: As are we. The good news is that it does not function by itself. The potential bad news is that I am not sure of its composition or how to approach it. I would like you to investigate it. Chirakis: Investigate it as to its composition, that is. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I understand. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Curious, but notes her sombre emotions, so decides not to press instead finishing off her pink fruit:: Whatever it wasm it was nice, Chirakis: Once we determine the composition, there is a chance that we might be able to disassemble it so it becomes unusable. Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: I'll take you to engineering first, introduce you to our chief engineer. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to ops:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Commander Coleridge:: I'd appreciate it Jylliene: :sends Scott Kenyon's bunk assignment as well, just in case something got lost in the shuffle:: Jylliene: ::glances up at Ramson:: Captain. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::Scott:: Sir, we have the Midshipman's quarters ready. I can take his bags there. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Garand:: Thank you. ::Johnson:: Hand over your bags to the Lieutenant, please, and then follow me. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working working... to many systems on the station working :: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::takes the bags::: Chirakis: 10:40 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Aye. ::to Garand:: thank you Kallah Ramson: Got another bit of clean up work. Send a message to both Romulan transports. Tell the one docked we need it's space and move it to a holding position. Request both send in the proper documents if they plan to extend their stay any longer. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Will I need my orders for the Chief? Tarisa: ::Already begins to think up disposal methods.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Sure, I think one the desk legs is still wonky. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: ::hearing something about Romulan Transports:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the TL:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::plops back down on the bed.:: Chirakis: Whenever you are ready, Commander :::Tarisa:: I will take you down. You will not be left alone, and not for security reasons. For your safety. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Jylliene: Anything else for them? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Of course. I am ready. Scott Coleridge: ::TL:: Engineering. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::waiting for the captain to finish with Kital:: Chirakis: Very well. Come with me. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: How long have you served on Aegis, sir? Kallah Ramson: No, just don't let them doddle. They can float out there as long as they want, I just want them out of our way. Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Let's put it this way … I started right where you are. Tarisa: ::Follows Chirakis.:: Chirakis: ::steps to the command lift::: Jylliene: ::grins:: Yes ma'am. Annisha: @ :: Someone on the cargo vessel enters the cargo room with three plates :: Something from the mess. :: looks at all three of them before leaving the room :: Tarisa: ::Joins her on the lift.:: Alexis McFarland: @Yay thanks Johnson Kenyon: You make Commander from this Station? Scott Coleridge: ((Oooh, Tarisa gets to ride in the posh lift)) Chirakis: ::Hands her a separate set of credentials:: Wear these at all times when you are in that area of security. Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay! Johnson Kenyon: I was told I'd have to transfer a dozen times for that time of promotion Chirakis: (of course) Tarisa: ((woo!)) Jylliene: ::preps the messages, including the desired location for the docked vessel:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, well, it wasn't my id… er, I mean, you'll find that crew on Aegis tends be transient or fairly... settled. Tarisa: ::Takes the credentials, looking at them.:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::waiting for Jylliene to finish up:: Scott Coleridge: I was assigned to a starship right out of the Academy and ended up on Aegis rather by accident. Then I was transferred here, to engineering. Chirakis: ::the lift stops and they step out exactly inside security, close to her office::: Jylliene: ::sends both:: Johnson Kenyon: I'm not sure what you mean, but it's nice to know I could make one place home Alexis McFarland: @ ::looks at the plates of food, take one of them to a table:: Johnson Kenyon: Ah, so, you came back to Aegis after a while Kallah Ramson: ::steps back to the command console:: Jylliene: ::glances over to Lieutenant Garand:: May I help you? Scott Coleridge: ::rueful laugh:: I think I spent about four weeks on that first posting before I ended up on Aegis. Chirakis: ::the voice print recognizes her and the door opens:: Computer, recognize Commander Tarisa, who will be working in here. Chirakis: Computer> Recognized. Tarisa: ::Ears flick at the new sounds that she isn't used to.:: I believe this may be my first time in Security. Scott Coleridge: So you could say that this station, in some ways, is all I've really known… though if you're lucky, there are definitely opportunities for away missions. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::steps up to Jylliene::: Ma'am, the Midshipman's quarters, please. Jylliene: ((Define "lucky")) Johnson Kenyon: Away missions would be nice, but I think I will need to prove myself useful first Chirakis: ::nods::: And you are one of the few who have entered. Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the TL:: Welcome to the engineering deck. Main engineering is here, just through those doors. There are labs and other subsystem control rooms throughout this deck, with major system junctions throughout this entire section. You'll find it's quieter down here, since this is not a civilian-approved area. But during the busy hours, like now, it hums about as much as a starship's engineering room. Chirakis: The vault is secured. Please pick a station and I will bring you the stone. Johnson Kenyon: ::exits the TL, all smiles:: Tarisa: ::Nods as she takes a seat.:: Scott Coleridge: ::leads Johnson into the main engineering room, which is populated by a number of engineers, both Starfleet and some of the Romulan volunteers:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taking it all in:: Scott Coleridge: Did you read your personnel brief, Midshipman? Chirakis: 10:50 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Coleridge:: Personnel brief. I'm afraid I didn't know about that Jylliene: I sent it with the usual welcome information, but... Johnson Kenyon: Was it sent to me? Jylliene: ::looks:: Alexis McFarland: @Hmm, tube roots ::bites into one:: Jylliene: Here we go. Second berth, third bunk room. Chirakis: Lt Garand> The midshipman's quarters assignment, ma'am, so I can deliver his bags. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Thank you, ma'am. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffs before taking a small bite.:: Scott Coleridge: You should have received the name of your commanding officer, SubCommander tr'Korjata... Johnson Kenyon: <<very generous, Kital>> Kallah Ramson: ACTION> docked Romulan transport signals compliance and begins uncoupling. Transport in holding position turns and begins moving away from Aegis, through the exit corridor out of the asteroid field. Jylliene: Ah, I'm sorry. I thought you meant that he needed it. ::grins:: Jylliene: Very welcome, Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: As the name and rank implies, he is a Romulan. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::turns and enters the lift::: Johnson Kenyon: SubCommander tr'Korjata... a Romulan? Chirakis: ::returns with the stone in a box and sets it in front of Tarisa::: Jylliene: <<Well, they were gonna have ya on a bedroll in the cargo bay, but I thought that was just a little too harsh>> Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at the very diverse, even by Federation standards, engineering crew:: You'll find that one of Sky Harbor Aegis' distinctions is that we're more than just a Starfleet crew. Johnson Kenyon: <<LOL>> Tarisa: ::Looks at the box a moment.:: Can I open it? Chirakis: Of course. I doubt that it will be a problem in here. If you would like to take a sample, please do. I will not function unless the stone is intact. Scott Coleridge: We've taken on quite a few Romulans with engineering and scientific backgrounds following what happened to Romulus. Kallah Ramson: ::looks up at the blip on the screen moving off:: Johnson Kenyon: He's the chief engineer? Scott Coleridge: We also work closely with civilian miners in the asteroid belt in this system. Jylliene: Looks like the vessels are moving in compliance. Jylliene: ::to Ramson:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, he is. Scott Coleridge: ::looking around:: In fact, I thought he would be here … Jylliene: ...or leaving altogether. Hm. Chirakis: I will remain with you, as a precaution. Johnson Kenyon: Well, I shall do my best Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly to Ramson:: Scott Coleridge: He's probably just making sure all the new crewman booby traps are reset... Nijil tr'Korjata: (Where is here?) Jylliene: Guess they figured it was time once we said something? Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head:: It's a shame Captain Ramson made us get rid of the piranha pool. Johnson Kenyon: ::chuckles:: I get it... Scott Coleridge: ((Main engineering)) Alexis McFarland: @ ::Smiles and eats her food, used to it since she visits Annisha's place so often:: Chirakis: (Right, Scott. It was your favorite swimming hole.) Chirakis: 10:55 PM Kallah Ramson: Make sure traffic is cleared. If they ever come around again we'll slap a fine for unregistered course change, but for now let them go. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Tarisa: ::Carefully opens the box, looking at the stone for a moment. She then closes the lid.:: I understand. :;She takes a PADD and begins thinking out a list.:: I will need a few things. Jylliene: ::checking incoming/outgoing and ensuring the route is clear:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Encounters some new human :: Chirakis: ::nods:: Of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, wait. Are au the new engineer? Johnson Kenyon: Yes, I am Subcommander? Johnson Kenyon: Midshipman Kenyon reporting Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Slowly eats, still a little unsure of the food.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: This is Midshipman Kenyon. I think he has paperwork if you like that sort of thing. I've been told it's good for me, but I'm trying to kick the habit, personally. Scott Coleridge: See, I told you I would get you a fresh victim. Fletcher Jackson: ::can't restrain himself any longer and grabs a donut:: Scott Coleridge: Er, crewperson. Johnson Kenyon: ::half smiles, trying to see how the Romulan acts:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Extends his hand :: tr'Korjata, but it's just Korjata, but people call me Nijil....or clumsy. Jylliene: ::thus reminded, checks to make sure the bakery's supply requests have been approved:: Tarisa: ::Finishes the list.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::shakes hand:: I'll be happy to serve under you Chirakis: ::waits patiently:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I would say I run a...'tight ship' but this is a station. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to remember how to pronounce, Korjata:: Nijil tr'Korjata: What are your specialities? Scott Coleridge: Wonderful. I'll let you take it from here. Welcome, again, Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: I don't have any at the moment, but I am quick study Scott Coleridge: Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions. Johnson Kenyon: I will :: to Scott Coleridge:: Tarisa: Would you prefer someone get the items for me for security sake, or can I get them? Johnson Kenyon: ::sir:: Chirakis: (last words) Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, au shall get the course on Rihan runabouts... in this case the Nei'rrh. mimipavilion: ::groans over all the reports:: Johnson Kenyon: ::unsure of what Korjata just said:: Chirakis: You can get the items yourself, but you may not take the stone from this area. When you leave, I will place it back in the vault. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Annisha: @ :: Yawns :: These darn lights. Chirakis: Very well. Alexis McFarland: @ There are four lights. Scott Coleridge: ::takes his leave of engineering:: Kind of miss the place. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Giggles.:: Tell them to shut off. Chirakis: When I secure the stone, I will escort you from this area. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/13/18 Chirakis: Thank you. mimipavilion: ::freeze frame:: Chirakis: Well done, all. And welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis, Midshipman Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: Lots of participation tonight ::freeze:: Dacia Sandero: welcome aboard! Chirakis: Indeed. Sometimes it is slow, sometimes it moves quickly. Johnson Kenyon: Thanks Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: let's just go with a few minutes. Mimi needs her chance to torment the midshipman. Dacia Sandero: lol Chirakis: Ah... of course. mimipavilion: ::evil grin:: Tarisa: You can't deny her! Johnson Kenyon: I thought that was the Romulan's job Chirakis: Shall we make it 30, so Nijil can have a moment with him? Dacia Sandero: No. You can't Johnson Kenyon: first anyway Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Chirakis: TBS is 30 minutes. Any words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything from you? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or words from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Has anyone lost a midshipman before? Asking for a friend. Johnson Kenyon: <<chuckles>> mimipavilion: Can't say that I have Chirakis: Yes, actually. The person who lost him did not last long. We found a suitable airlock for him to occupy. Johnson Kenyon: ::imagines being pushed into a plasma conduit:: Scott Coleridge: We expect receipts, Mr. tr'Korjata. Chirakis: Anything else? Tarisa: Ndak lost numerous ones when we still had academies. Chirakis: Yes. NDak was expert at that. Johnson Kenyon: Do people write logs in this SIM? Chirakis: Yes. Dacia Sandero: Yes, but cadets were expendable Nijil tr'Korjata: I have ideas... Chirakis: Not as often as they should. :::eyes everyone:: But there are a few who do regularly. Tarisa: ::cough:: Chirakis: So, yes, please feel free to write a log. Post it on the message board and we will all take a look. mimipavilion: ::looks at a Padd:: Chirakis: Commander Tarisa? Tarisa: No no, I'm good. Chirakis: Or was that a comment? Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 13 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis local. As the station settles to a more normal pace, Johnson Kenyon arrives as Midshipman Recruit/Engineering. He will study under SubCommander Korjata. Meanwhile, Cdr Cayne and Cpt Chirakis are plowing through information on V’Mal’s accomplices. Cayne identified two of the six and Chirakis identified one, leaving three unknowns. The one identified by Cpt Chirakis was a protege of Ragor Tal, a brilliant racketeer whose modus operandi is to pit one leader against another, create a void through chaos and infighting, then move in and take over. The other accomplices seem to be minor profiteers. The Stone of Gol still resides in a high security vault. SubCommander Jorahl is still inspecting the satellite that was recovered by Adriatic. Whether we decide to further investigate what appears to be the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit remains to be seen.
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.09 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit at Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. We are here to help evacuate inhabitants. We arrived just in time to see part of the moon's surface break off and fly away! Sci and Eng are trying to figure out what is causing this destruction while Security and Ops try and organize an orderly evacuation (knowing we can't save everyone) = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.09 = /\ = 180709.log
  15. Name: William N. Chocox Rank: Lieutenant (S.G.) Ships Served on: U.S.S. Excalibur-C Area of service: Engineering Birth date: March 21, 2367 Age: 22 Height: 5’ 8” Weight: 170 lbs. Hair: Red hair with red goatee William Chocox entered Starfleet Academy at the age of 18. He quickly chose Engineering as his area of expertise and was among the top of his class. He graduated from the academy and was assigned to the U.S.S Excalibur-C on the Gamma shift. He has recently been assigned to the Alpha shift. His favorite drink is Earl Grey tea and he keeps a stash of real tea leaves in his quarters, though he will suffer replicator tea from time to time.
  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.09 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit at Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. We are here to help evacuate inhabitants. We arrived just in time to see part of the moon's surface break off and fly away! Sci and Eng are trying to figure out what is causing this destruction while Security and Ops try and organize an orderly evacuation (knowing we can't save everyone) = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.09 = /\ =
  17. SD 0708.2018 Aboard the Lugh, much of the crew has started coming down with unusual symptoms and some sort of toxicity. Medical and Science is working to discover the cause, while aboard the Moon/Starbase the AT is on a long lift ride up, up and away.
  18. MISSION BRIEF: The crew, aboard the Lugh, are currently in an uncharted system in the Large Magellanic Cloud, some 200k ly away from home. Sensors have located a small moon-object in orbit of a gas-giant with an elaborate super structure attached and a complex buried within. A team has beamed over to investigate, while the rest of the crew continues to investigate our surroundings. Also it appears a few people are coming down with something. Mysterious, ain't it? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Tandaris Admiran: #::grumbling but leaving engineering for the cargo bay:: Maryse Dubois: # ::In the yacht, scanning freshly drawn blood from Irene and Indaura.:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, keeping watch over the peeps by scanners::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Keep an open channel with the team, Matheson. I want to hear everything. Hunter Matheson: Channel open, aye. Cptn Swain: @Arden> How big is this place... ::looking at his tricorder:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks to make sure, tweaking for optimal communication::: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's sitting on a bench seat in the yacht with her head down, groaning a bit too. :: "I've still got my bag of biological analysis equipment if you need it, doctor." Hakran K'hal: @ Normally I would try to be precise, but I think this one just calls for "huge." Hunter Matheson: +com+ Away team, Luge. Comm check. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Frowns, slightly:: I mean it appears to be actually bigger than it should be. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: I'll help myself to it later. Hunter Matheson: ::flicks a few things - antiquated, but they work - then another check, waiting for an answer:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Hunter+ Away team here. Hakran K'hal: @ For all I know it could be, sir. Anyone that can punch such a neat little whole in space to get them between the main galaxy and here :: gets interrupted :: William Chocox: @It’s big enough to confound. Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ Copy. Communications loud and clear. We're keeping open com as a precaution. Rhan K'hal: # I'll get that. :: pads over and grabs Irene's bag, brings it back over for Maryse :: Looks like I get to play nurse. William Chocox: @Is Commander Hawthorne listening? Cptn Swain: @Arden> I would assume. Hakran K'hal: @ If there's an open comm, it would be safe to assume that. Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ Copy that. ::turns to Hawthorne:: William Chocox: @I’ll keep that in mind. Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Comm+ This appears to be similar design to what we encountered on <name here>. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Maryse's scans show more of the same. Irene and Indaura have a buildup of toxins in their bloodstream. As a result, their oxygen levels are extremely low, causing headaches, fatigue, and nausea. Maryse Dubois: # ::Smiles.:: Thanks. ::Looking over the analysis.:: Looks like a toxin in the bloodstream, but I'm not sure on a source. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ You'd better. Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ That's a roger. Commander Hawthorne is on the line. Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical, but as a patient :: Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a snort::: Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Comm+ It'a also... massive. We're beginning scans now and will keep you updated. ::smirks at Will:: Hakran K'hal: @ So. Where in this bigger on the inside moonstation are we supposed to start? Cptn Swain: @Arden> That tree. ::points:: That almost looks like some sort of... ODN? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Indaura, you're in the cargo bay, on the yacht, and grab a # )) Indaura Ryssan: # What have you found Dr. Dubois? Irene Mincine: # "I... can you do any... ugh..." :: Irene's panting, then stumbles her way to the yacht's restroom. From the sounds that are coming out, you probably don't want to be in there. :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Goes to her own kit, pulling out the hypo and a couple vials. She inserts them into the vial and adjusts a couple settings.:: This will help with breathing without adverse effects, but it isn't a cure till I can find out how this happened. ::Injects both Irene and Indaura.:: Both of you relax. Maryse Dubois: # ::Waits till irene gets out to give her the hypo.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Glances to Will and Khal:: Rhan K'hal: # :: peeks at the data :: O2 concentration is low. Toxin interfering with globin efficiency? Hunter Matheson: ::Keeping a really close watch on the comm as well as their relative position::: Hakran K'hal: @ Asking the wrong K'hal for that assessment. :: looks to Will :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitties> ::Curled up in a corner, sleeping off their romp.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks to Rhan, nodding. She has a bit of a worried look.:: Tandaris was supposed to be on his way here. He said he wasn't feeling well. Rhan K'hal: # He may not be moving fast in that case. If he doesn't show up in a few I'll wander off and see if I can find him. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene slowly makes her way out of the restroom. :: "Sorry about that..." :: She collapses back down onto her bench seat, where she gets the hypo. :: "Okay, that'll help at least." Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: Please. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::continuing to run some scans:: Khal did you bring any of those optical scanning drones? Rhan K'hal: # :: curious, grabs a hypo, takes a sample from himself and subjects it to the same test :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods :: The last one we have. William Chocox: @::scans:: It appears to be a data relay network. Organic to boot. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looks very weak :: Knock me out if you ne...ed, ugh, to Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Lifts a brow at Will:: Interesting. Hmm go ahead and deploy the drone. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked from the main viewer to Hunter.:: Anything on sensors in this sector, Matheson? Still getting readings from the probe? Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods, pulls it out of his pack and goes through a minute or so of setup, kneeling down with it on the ground :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Hopefully it doesn't, you know, turn on some kind of defensive system that murders us all. Hunter Matheson: ::tap..tap::: Still have readings from the probe. Nothing new on sensors, ma'am. Maryse Dubois: # ::Notices Rhan check his own blood.:: Hunter Matheson: Solid lock on the away team. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Rhan's toxicity level is slightly elevated, but not enough to make him sick... yet. Rhan K'hal: # Well, looks like I have plenty of time to find Admiran before I start wigging out on you too. :: hands her the analysis :: Rhan K'hal: # +Tandaris+ K'hal to Admiran. Hakran K'hal: @ :: steps back from the drone, well back after Arden's comment, then deploys it :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Frowns.:: I don't understand. You didn't go down to the planet with us. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's breathing heavily and slurring, but she doesn't look like she's on death's door anymore. :: "Where you think it came from then?" Maryse Dubois: # ::Is hesitant, but holds out her arm.:: Check mine. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Will see if you can find something resembling a terminal. We could have the whole crew searching this place for weeks. Hunter Matheson: ::slow swivel to face Hawthorne:: Commander, it seems strange to me that some of the crew got sick as soon as those cats came aboard. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Maybe there's a tourist map somewhere. Hunter Matheson: ::urp::: Hunter Matheson: Or... maybe I shouldn't have said that. Rhan K'hal: # I didn't, no. :: frowns at the figurative crickets coming from the comm :: Guess I better go look for him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Hunter a glance.:: The cats? Ensign Mincine scanned them and didn't find anything amiss, but it could be a possibility. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Seemed strange. ::his eyes close, trying to fight whatever it is off::: Indaura Ryssan: # We should be in isolation Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::to NOIP, watching the results come back from the drone:: This place is huge. This would take years to build. Hunter Matheson: Or...maybe the rations we brought with us this time? Maryse Dubois: # The yacht is isolation enough. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling a sudden headache coming on.:: Rations? They were all Starfleet sealed and approved. Rhan K'hal: # Which is good, because the Lugh is 95% uninstalled, which includes any quarantine facilities. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sitting motionless :: Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ Commander, when you have a moment, can I speak with you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Maryse+ Yes, Doctor? Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. Wouldn't be the first time I've seen SF rats deteriorate. Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ In person, if I could. It would give me a chance to examine you as well. Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods in silent agreement, while keeping an eye on the drone feed for anything interesting :: Hunter Matheson: Or...maybe it's this ship. Or.... ::he points at the main viewscreen:: That thing. William Chocox: @::starts looking for a terminal with his tricorder:: I would like not dying. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Walking in the general direction the drone headed, keeping an eye to this tricorder.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed:: +Maryse+ Very well, Doctor. I shall be down momentarily. ::She looked to Hunter.:: How are you feeling? Any headaches? Indaura Ryssan: # :: holds her head :: This headache Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: This is the best "facility" I have at the moment. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to face her:: No, ma'am. More gastrointestinal in doc speak. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's still breathing heavily on the bench seat. :: "Make sure we're on internal life support and not-- ooh-- venting anything into the shuttle bay." Hakran K'hal: # :: puts the comm on autodial to Tandy, frowing at the busy signal :: Hunter Matheson: But I sure don't wanna puke here. It's dirty enough without that to mess with. Hunter Matheson: Due respect, ma'am. You look awful. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Will's tricorder locates a power source along the wall, where a console and touch screen rises out of the floor. William Chocox: @::Arden:: Found something. Maryse Dubois: # ::Has a strange idea.:: Will Hakran's little communication program I used on the kittens earlier work both ways? Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::turns:: Oh good. Hakran K'hal: # Yes and no. It's like the old custom of using emoji. You can get some concepts and feelings across, but it's not quite at dissertation level of information transfer. Cptn Swain: @Arden> As much as I'd love to wonder around this place, it'd be helpful if we could find some sort of central command or something. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just a bit of a headache. I'm going to check in with the doctor. ::She rose from her chair.:: If you start feeling any worse, contact me and we can take over comms and helm from the yacht. William Chocox: @ Shall I attempt to access it? Rhan K'hal: ^ Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Maryse Dubois: # You noticed it too though, right? They reacted to those that we ill. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Briefly looks around to make sure there aren't any obvious death-and-destruction looking objects:: Go for it. Rhan K'hal: # Yeah, and they seemed pretty annoyed to be interrupted once they shifted to that (more) unusual color pattern. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::touches it and tries to access it:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Moving to the lift, she took it down to the cargo bay. As she entered, the kitties cracked their eyes to have a look, then went back to sleep. She stepped onto the yacht.:: Doctor? Maryse Dubois: # It's a long shot, but do you think they may be able to locate the source? Hakran K'hal: @ :: continues operating the drone while William plays with the walls :: Rhan K'hal: # It's worth a shot. Maryse Dubois: # ::Turns to Miranda, greeting her, while holding an empty hypo.:: Commander, can you give me your arm, please? Hunter Matheson: ::fighting off whatever it is::: Hunter Matheson: ::and it's not exactly working::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> When will touches the panel it reacts to him, and he *feels* a sort of gentle probing at his the back of his mind, asking him what he wants. Rhan K'hal: # Why don't I go introduce them to the concept. They seem to understand me rather well, I'm half convinced they're telepaths on top of being external empaths. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Matheson is feeling ill, as well. ::She rolled up her sleeve.:: Any idea what is causing it? William Chocox: @ Oooh...shiny. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Rhan.:: Please do. Indaura Ryssan: # Don't get this Commander, it....makes you a biy useless Irene Mincine: # :: Weakly, :: "Oh, hi, Commander. We're popular today, huh?" :: Irene turns over on her bench seat. :: Rhan K'hal: # :: gives Miranda a jaunty finger salute before hopping down out of the yacht :: William Chocox: @ ::Arden:: We want central command? Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods:: Rhan K'hal: # :: pads over to the kitties :: William Chocox: @ ::tells the probing that he wants to know where central command is:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty1> ::Yawns, pink tongue unfurling, as Rhan approaches. Cracks open one eye to peer at him.:: Maryse Dubois: # No, but I do know it is a toxin. But we have a crazy idea that might help us find the source. ::Draws Miranda's blood, then begins the scan.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Scans show that Maryse & Miranda's blood both have elevated levels of toxins. Rhan K'hal: # :: squats down to be at eye level :: Sorry to interrupt your nap, but we all seem to be getting sick. You two seemed to pick up on that pretty quick. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Will feels something sort of wash over him, like a light breeze on a hot day. After a moment the panel transitions to a map of sorts, with directions. Maryse Dubois: # ::sighs.:: Of course it is... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Can you do something to filter them out? Chemical dialysis? William Chocox: @ ::blinks:: Whoa...alright, um...it's this way Commander.::points in the direction the panel told him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Rhan K'hal: # :: uses Hakran's color-map and displays what seemed to be a "distress" pattern :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Looks over to Khal:: Have the drone continue to map. Let's check this out. Hakran K'hal: @ I'll swing the drone ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 1> ::Sits up, head tilting at the color pattern, and the colors in his fur imitate the pattern. He yowled softly.:: William Chocox: @ ::leads the way based on the map his brain was given:: Maryse Dubois: # I have a mixture to help with breathing, but I can't synth an all around cure until I have a source. And since Rhan is infected too, it seems clear the problem is on the ship. Hunter Matheson: +Yacht+ Matheson requesting comm check from Yacht to the away team. Rhan K'hal: # I'll second that. Now when you started rubbing against Irene... Ms. Icky Food? You showed this... :: repeats the color pattern they showed when rubbing up against the sick ones :: Does that mean you can help? Maryse Dubois: # ::Hands Mirand a hypo for herself and one for Hunter.:: This is the best I can do for now. Irene Mincine: # "My food was-- hurk-- good!" :: Irene helpfully adds. :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: laughs at Arden :: I'm starting to think I should be working for you and not Swain, we seem to think the same things at the same time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Comms are good. Keep an open channel. The doctor has identified toxins in our bloodstream. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Roger that, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 1> ::Its fur flickered from distress to help and back again.:: William Chocox: @ That was probably the weirdest interaction I've had with a computer ever. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smirks:: I'd offer you a position on the Starbase, but I think you'd find it less exciting than what my husband gets you into on a seemingly regular basis. Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms the drone past the trio and in the indicated direction :: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Still reading five by for ATeam. Probe responding. Tandaris Admiran: #::finally makes it to the cargo bay, collapses:: Hakran K'hal: @ I like boring. I was a lab rat on a Nova class for years. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 2> ::Spots Tandaris and streaks off, whirling distress. Headbutts the engineer, yowling.:: Rhan K'hal: # Oh dear. Doc! Maryse Dubois: # ::Thought she heard a thud from outside.:: Maryse Dubois: ((night)) Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the @ team continues, they enter what appears to be an open air bridge leading from one section to the next. Though it’s obviously cordoned off by force fields. The view is stunning and they can make out the Lugh above as well. Rhan K'hal: # :: jogs over to Kitty2 and Spots :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Very good. I have a hypo with your name on it. It should help with the nausea. ::Feeling slightly better, but still had a pounding headache.:: William Chocox: @ Holy moly. That's a good look. Maryse Dubois: # ::Comes out.:: Damnit. ::Moves over to Tandy.:: Help me get him inside. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Thats a view. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Copy. Hakran K'hal: @ That's a helluva energy outlay for a scenic vista. Rhan K'hal: # Right. :: manages to haul Tandy into a fireman's lift and staggers twoard the yacht :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> +comm+ You all are missing quiet the peep show. ::Turns his tricorder to get a hologlyph:: Irene Mincine: # "I can help, I can help..." :: Irene tries to set up and just falls back to the bench. :: Tandaris Admiran: #::mumbling incoherently:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Helps guide him in.:: Hunter Matheson: ::wondering how long he can hold it in but doesn't want to put the ATeam in danger, just in case:: Rhan K'hal: # :: sets Tandy down on the first decent spot :: Rhan K'hal: # :: sticks his head out the door :: You two might as well come in. Maryse Dubois: # ::Scans.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods to Hakran:: That's for sure. This is a good 300 meter span, 10 meters wide, open to space? Lot of forcefield energy right there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign, you stay where you are. ::Ordering Irene to bed. Steps back as they brings Tandaris in:: Doctor, I'm headed back to the bridge. Keep me informed. Tandaris Admiran: # I don't want sausages with that. William Chocox: @ True... Maryse Dubois: # I will. Cptn Swain: @Arden> What sort of power source must they be using? Hakran K'hal: @ Then again, if they can punch a hole in space for a quick zip to a satellite galaxy, I imagine bridges are ho-hum to their engineers. Maryse Dubois: # ::Makes an adjustment to the hypos she was using, setting it for Tandy's physiology.:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Gives him a dose.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods in agreement:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Follow the others into the yacht, fur whirling in distress. One hops up to lay beside Irene. The other nudges Tandaris again.:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Which brings up an interesting question. The artifact was a map, with a sort of... treasure hunt involved to find the pieces. Cptn Swain: @Arden> What's the treasure? Tandaris Admiran: #::shudders as he's dosed but seems to calm down:: Rhan K'hal: # :: to the kitties :: We don't know where this is coming from. William Chocox: @ If this were a holonovel it'd be the friends we made along the way. Maryse Dubois: # ::Notices the kittens.:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene mumbles something, then turns over again. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda left the cargo bay and headed back to the bridge. When she stepped out, she made her way to Matheson and pressed the hypo to his neck, dosing him with something for the nausea.:: Doc says that'll help. Hakran K'hal: @ Well, right now I'd settle for one four-pipped redshirt and a 1-way ticket back home. Hunter Matheson: ::surprised, he winces::: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::smirks at Will:: I mean maybe that's not far off. The LMC is completely unexplored, and this place? You could spend months here with a science team. Hunter Matheson: Thank you, ma'am. Away team is not reporting any illness, so it must be up here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::They both begin whirling a different pattern than before. It looked like swirling light with long arms that spiraled about their fur.:: William Chocox: @ That'd be interesting. I'd like to just study the systems. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Exiting the extremely good use of our CGI budget and back into a facility area, the path leads them to a set of doors and a large lift. Rhan K'hal: # :: uses Hakran's program to analyze the pattern :: William Chocox: @ Up we go. Rhan K'hal: # That's one of the most complex patterns I've seen them use yet... I wonder if it's less emotive and more descriptive. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or there are other factors at play. It seems to be hitting everyone at different times. ::She resumed her seat, sagging a bit.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll let the doctors figure that out. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The lift begins going.... up. Cptn Swain: ...and... Rhan K'hal: # Think. Feel. See. Think. Feel. See. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The pattern on the kitty's fur looks strangely like the vortex they came through. Hunter Matheson: ::thinking.. thinking... different times::: Rhan K'hal: # Holy Happy Hour! Hunter Matheson: ::like it's traveling::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  19. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 6 July 2018: The Challenger has arrived at the Vellum Gamma system that houses the Arcadian system. The Challenger crew are greeted by a delegation of Arcadians and were invited to visit their main settlement underground. We begin as the team has boarded a submersible and are about to depart. TBS was 15 minutes... any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::thinking this is going to be dicey:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the Arcadians closes the entry hatch and settles in. Dvokr chim Hok: It's been a while since I've been underwater...just how deep are we going? Hunter Matheson: ::thinking the same thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian>. We'll be going about 2km deep. That's where our city is. Hunter Matheson: So... not too deep, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian> I hope you're all settled and belted in. No.. not too deep, but deeper than we can dive naturally. Hunter Matheson: ::mental math... it's over 6500 ft... blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub begins to move and sink into the ocean below, giving the crew a dark ride in the water lit by the sub's lights. Lots of small krill and plankton float about. Hunter Matheson: So... are there any fish or whatever that we want to avoid? Like that might eat us? ::staring out the viewport:: Dvokr chim Hok: That's 200 atmospheres of pressure Hunter Matheson: ::stop... turn to Hok:: All due respect, sir... not something I really needed to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> We have some shark-like creatures you might want to avoid, but they won't bother you unless you provoke them. Also, we do have some large creatures similar to your whales, but they are also harmless. Though they do compete with us for plankton and krill Hunter Matheson: ::nods affirm:: Dvokr chim Hok: You'd not have to worry if there was a breach Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: Meaning that we'd be dead ducks in a breach? Hunter Matheson: .. or dead humans? Cptn Ja'Lale: I imagine you'd be, yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Though 2,000 metres is deeper than Chelons can dive as well. Hunter Matheson: ::Ja'Lale:: And what about your shell.... never mind, sir. Got the point. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. ::would smirk if he could:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: the sub dives deeper and the underwater city can be seen Dvokr chim Hok: We should get a look at the engineering involved. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Most of our cities underwater aren't this deep though and can be reached by diving to it. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: so we can....? Dvokr chim Hok: IMprove our ships Hunter Matheson: Good point, sir. Hunter Matheson: (brb) Cptn Ja'Lale: That's a great suggestion.. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub passes through a forcefield, which protects the city against the water pressure and into the city proper Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Think you're right, sir. That's one hell of a forcefield. Could use one like that once in a while. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Face planted against the viewport glass as she watches the underwater sights.:: Dvokr chim Hok: It has difference variances for underwater Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The city looks to have been built mostly in underwater caves with tall buildings sprouting out of them but does appear to be all clustered together. Dvokr chim Hok: The history of how this city came to be... Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: interesting place. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps the side of the ship... thunk thunk LL Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We're almost there. I am pleased your interest in our city. We'd be happy to show you round Dyan Sylvanis: Mmhmm... ::Watching all the various fish and creatures swim by, then focuses on the city itself. She can't keep her eyes off everything. Like a little kid in an aquarium for the first time.:: Hunter Matheson: ::watching Syl::: ready for a swim? ::smirk:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> I suppose you may consider this to be our capital city in terms of a Federation equivalent, but we do not generally consider it as such here Hunter Matheson: ::Ja:: So what do you call it if it's not a capital city? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Turns to Kal, maybe a little too excited.:: You bet! Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: so... inside the city or outside? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It's definitely our largest city in terms of population, but we Arcadians do not have a central government like most Federation species do, We share everything and live in a communal society with no real leaders as such. The fact that we have no natural predators on the planet also helped us grow a peaceful society. Yes, we do have shark-like things but they do not prey on us Arcadians. Dvokr chim Hok: How do you share, communication wise? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The submersible enters a cave and snakes its way to a grotto which serves as a hangar bay. One of the Arcadian aides opens the hatch. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Communication wise? I suppose so, we share everything. Dyan Sylvanis: We can do both? Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Both what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Both? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Oh lol I thought Kal was still talking to me about swimming, so ignore that.)) Hunter Matheson: (I was :x) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Oh, ok) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm sure they will let us go diving outside. And maybe they have swimming pools or something. :;Shrugs.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. Well, we have arrived. IF you'd follow us, we can show you all around. ::gestures to the hatch:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I hope so. I would like to swim around this area, though I am used to more brackish waters Hunter Matheson: ::moving toward the hatch:: Swim in a pressure -6500 ft? Hunter Matheson: Dicey, Syl. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have specialized diving suits that can protect you against the pressure with the help of your Federation scientists. I don't know if they can fit your human bodies, but we can modify some if you wish. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Well, I did say maybe... Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Firim'Ja to Syl and back:: Yes ma'am. You did. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. We'll continue from there next week. Hope you all have a great week... sim dismissed.
  20. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/6/18 - 10:06 PM=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis local. Aegis is settling down to normal. Medical is still dealing with a few who were affected by V'Mal's attack. Security is dealing with V'Mal's collaborators. All departments are collaborating on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. We are monitoring traffic in the area of the conduit. Jorahl is still playing with the conduit's satellite. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Chirakis: ::she steps into CnC with the information she gathered from Maj Butts:: Tarisa: ::In the lab, looking over a report.:: Jylliene: ::nod to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::and notes the absence of our beloved XO::: Commander Kital, status? ::returns the nod:: Lawliet: ::walks into the CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Running around frantically in her room. A couple opened suitcases are on her bed.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sick bay, finishing her reports, fairly stymied regarding Ens Lauren:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, in her office, looking over updates on those who were more victim to V'mal:: Jylliene: All normal thus far. We have an expected incoming cargo transport in about an hour. Alexis McFarland: ::happily packing her bags:: Chirakis: ::nods::: And nothing else? Jylliene: Nothing else yet. Medical is still treating some patients of the attack, security is - well, you're more up on them than I am. Chirakis: ::checking the tactical board::: Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Has her tablet comm on the dresser, facing out. She had been talking to Alexis.:: I am almost ready! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On tactical :: Annisha: :: Packing some things in her suitcase...shoves :: Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office, several padds in hand:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Commander, anything new? Chirakis: ::turns to Ramson with a polite nod:: Captain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Other than that transport nothing notable. Alexis McFarland: +Miana+ yeah, I'm almost done too. Dacia helped me pack before she started her shift Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters his quarters :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::she gives a deep sigh, still puzzled regarding the brain damage because there really isn't any::: Dacia Sandero: ::is indeed treating the patients, but also glad Alexis and her friends are leaving for their vacation, happy the girls will have a good time and that they're out of her hair for awhile:: mimipavilion: ::is concerned about those here in sickbay, knowing that Amanda is going to have her hands full:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Pops into the room to check on her daughter.:: Hurry, love. Y'shta has everything ready. Chirakis: ::steps to Cayne::: And given the circumstances, I wonder if that is a good sign or a bad sign. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to chirakis:: As if we needed more troubles. ::hands her a padd:: Lawliet: ::takes a seat and begins to review some reports:: Jylliene: ::knew the quiet couldn't last:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What can you do? Space is big and we can't go running everyone off that decides to walk on our lawn. Chirakis: ::receives the padd, closing and putting hers down:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Throws a couple more things in, including her stuffed animal. Alexis sees a little white blur once in a while as Miana runs past the tablet camera.:: Dacia Sandero: ::her hands full as it is, nice to know there's one less thing to worry about:: Chirakis: ::Nods to Cayne as she reads through:: Alexis McFarland: ::Wearing a cute yellow sundress, with matching sandals and yellow nail polish on her nails:: Did you drop your PADD? Chirakis: ::steps closer to Ramson:: And command is absolutely certain? Jylliene: ::getting a bad feeling about this:: Kallah Ramson: It seems so. I suppose we could not be lucky enough for them to have dropped the whole matter. Tarisa: Miana> Huh? ::Stops and looks into the tablet.:: No? It is sitting on my dresser. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hear they are on their way Annis- oh there au are. Chirakis: Indeed. ::frowns as she hands it back:: And this is immediate? Dacia Sandero: Oh, okay. There, I'm done. Just waiting for Annisha. Annisha: Trying to get this suitcase packed. Tarisa: Yda> ::Standing in the background, waving at Alexis as she hands Miana her sleeping clothes.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts the clothes in the suitcase.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a self-compressing suitcase with partial antigrav.. let me help Lawliet: ::files his reports and begins running some scans:: Dacia Sandero: ::zips up her suitcase, sitting on one to get it to zip closed:: There! Nijil tr'Korjata: Ha.. na na, only clothes. Kallah Ramson: There will be the standard procedures. After certain actions, an example must be made of the offending individual. Annisha: What? Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops, looking at the cases.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This would have flattened your stringed instrument... two suitcases, one for clothes, and the other for non-compressible. Chirakis: ::she gives a deep sigh:: If we must, then we must. ::stern look at Lawliet:: Dacia Sandero: Ok, sweetie. You're good to go. ::Paying a quick visit to their quarters to help Alexis pack on her break:: I hope you girls have a good time. Kallah Ramson: ::stepping across the CnC:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching what was going on, but not exactly in-tune with it :: Jylliene: ::BURIES her attention in her console:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Jylliene:: (w) You will remain OIC until I return. Alexis McFarland: Mmm! Thanks! Though, I know you're glad we're out of your hair for a bit. Things busy in sickbay, eh? Tarisa: Yda> ::Watching her daughter.:: You have clothes, shoes, and your doll. :;Smiles.:: Hair brush? Lawliet: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Acknowledged. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs it off counter and puts it in.:: Chirakis: ::watching him closely:: Dacia Sandero: Did you bring your tooth-- ah, yes. There it is. You should have everything now. Kallah Ramson: ::drops a padd onto the Ops desk:: Make sure to file this. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: I don't know what they have on that planet in terms of shops, or replicators so I hope you won't need anything additional that's major. Tarisa: Miana> ::Pauses again.:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Closes the cases for Miana.:: Snacks? Alexis McFarland: I hope they have nice shops. ::brings her bags to the living room while she waits for Annisha and Miana to finish:: Annisha: :: removes any crushable items and puts clothes in their place :: Tarisa: Miana> Snacks! ::Runs out of the room, leaving the PADD on, still on the dresser.:: Lawliet: ::looks back down and returns to his scans:: Kallah Ramson: And send to my office starfleet protocols for cashiering of officers. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::takes another bag from the fridge:: Here's some snacks and stuff for the trip. I imagine it might take awhile. Jylliene: ::pulls those up, with a sinking feeling in her stomach:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Smiles, she walks over picking up the PADD.:: She will be down shortly. ::Cuts the comm, then puts the PADD in the side pocket of the case.:: Chirakis: ::awaiting the captain's word:: Jylliene: ::sends them:: Sent. Kallah Ramson: ::turns back towards her office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Here, a subspace transceiver, holo recorder... Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs the bag of snacks she had prepared, and then puts her backpack on, and drags her larger case on the floor. She meets Y'shta at the door.:: I am ready! Kallah Ramson: ::chirakis:: a word first, in my office. Chirakis: Of course, Captain. :::turns to follow Ramson:: Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Nods and heads out.:: Alexis McFarland: Yay, thanks! Bye, Dacia. See you when we get back. Hopefully it won't be too busy for you when we return. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gives her mom one last huggle goodbye before following Y'shta out.:: Dacia Sandero: ::hugs Alexis:: Bye Lexi, I hope so too but have a great time and takes lots of holo pics. I've got to get back to Sickbay. Kallah Ramson: ::the office doors close...and locks:: Jylliene: ::sees scheduled transport coming in range, and as she's OIC anyhow, sends the approach vector:: Dacia Sandero: ::waves and heads out to the lift:: Byeee... Annisha: :: Compresses the clothes, picks up the suitcase and falls to the ground holding it :: oof! Nijil tr'Korjata: Whoa.. :: taps a key :: Let's make it lighter.. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs:: Bye bye. Lawliet: ::finishes his scans and heads over to the replicator:: Iced Tea. Alexis McFarland: ::luckily her suitcases weren't too light and that her's had wheels:: Jylliene: +Annisha, Miana, Lexi+ Operations here. The transport is on approach. Hope you girls are about ready. Chirakis: ::giving a deep sigh, awaiting her orders::: Alexis McFarland: +Jylliene+ Yes! I'm ready! Annisha: :: now it's very easy to lift :: Ah Annisha: :: puts her backback one :: Kallah Ramson: ::folds arms:: You read the orders. It's about time too. Jylliene: ::slight grin - a welcome bit of pleasant business:: Tarisa: Miana> +Jylliene+ Yes! ::Overexcited.:: Chirakis: Indeed, Captain. Alexis McFarland: ::wheels her suitcases out of her quarters:: Chirakis: We must do what we are commanded to. However, it can be difficult. Chirakis: 10:30 PM Lawliet: ::walks over to the window and looks down at the commerce area:: Alexis McFarland: ::heads over to Annisha's quarters:: Kallah Ramson: Ask me, this will give some needed room in science for others to advance. Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the docking port with Y'shta.:: Alexis McFarland: ::presses chime:: Annisha, you ready yet? Chirakis: True. And Tarisa can fill the void for a while at least. Dacia Sandero: ::Arrives back to Sickbay:: Tarisa: ::Sneezes:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Annisha: :: Starts to head for the door, onwards to the docking port :: Alexis McFarland: ::following Annisha:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over the protocols:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: walks with Annisha, where she held his hand as they walked :: Kallah Ramson: What a mess. Will you handle this? Just get it over with. ::hands her the padd:: Annisha: Hey Lexy... Jylliene: +Nijil+ I may not make it down there before they leave. I've got the con. I'll try, though. Alexis McFarland: ::looking at her PADD as they walk along:: Hmm, yes? mimipavilion: ::takes a break from the patient reports and looks at the Children's Home reports:: Chirakis: ::takes the padd:: Of course, Captain. It is not my first, and it most probably will not be my last. Lawliet: ::gets and uneasy feeling...looks around and puts down his tea:: Kallah Ramson: ::unlocks the door:: Chirakis: ::steps toward the door:: Captain perhaps this is best done in private. Kallah Ramson: As you wish. Chirakis: ::she nods and steps out of Ramson's office:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Waits patiently for the others, but her tail is waving frantically.:: Chirakis: ::she approaches Lawliet:: Commander, come with me. Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis for a moment and follows:: Chirakis: ::snap turns and returns to Ramson's office::: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and eventually arrives at the docking bay:: Chirakis: ::waits for him, then closes the door::: Lawliet: ::looks back at Chirakis and back to Ramson:: Chirakis: ::and turns to face Lawliet:: Lt Commander, in our estimation, you have performed your duties aboard Aegis admirably. Dacia Sandero: ::sighs a bit, and continues checking on the patients:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Kallah Ramson: ::sitting over to the side, on the floor pillows by the tea set.displeased look:: Jylliene: ::receives and approves docking request from the transport:: Annisha: :: Walks and talks to her father :: Alexis McFarland: Hey Miana! ::Excited smile:: Lawliet: ::looks back at Chirakis:: Thank you. Annisha: It's been a long time since I was in real air... I mean the air here is fine, but.. Lawliet: ...Ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie ie, not 'real' Chirakis: However.... Starfleet Command has other ideas, unfortunately ::she steps forward and removes his insignia:: Alexis McFarland: It'll be nice to be on actual planet for a change. It's been awhile. Lawliet: ::his heart drops:: What? I don't understand. Alexis McFarland: Not that there's anything wrong with this station or anything. Tarisa: Dr. Y'shta> ::Standing by Miana. She was a little taller than the other Mithraan the girls have met. She had dark hair and, black ears and long black tail.:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ The transport has docked. Chirakis: For your action during your command of Adriatic, we have stripped you of this rank. Chirakis: And they have decided to... ::takes a deep breath::: Lawliet: ::gives a looks of shock:: Tarisa: Miana> Dr. Y'shta will be going with us. ::Whispers, but she knows Y'shta can hear anyways.:: The High Elder wanted to send armed security, but my mother would not let her. So the doctor is going. Chirakis: Promote you to the rank of full Commander, with all its demands and privileges. ::steps forward and pins on the appropriate rank. Annisha: :: Arrives at the dock :: Lawliet: ....... ::stunned:: Chirakis: ::gives him a firm handshake::: Congratulations, Commander Lawliet. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana:: Ah, I was going to ask who she was. Dacia says my parents want to have a security detail for me too, so I know what you mean. I think some Starfleet security dudes will tag along with me as well. Kallah Ramson: Promotions, bah! Nothing but paperwork. ::frown:: You'll probably want a celebration party too. Who do you think has to clear the funding for that?! ::sulks.:: Chirakis: Indeed. Too much paperwork. However, we do have Commander Coleridge for that, Captain. Alexis McFarland: Not that I'll know. Dacia said they were plain-clothed to avoid suspicion or something Lawliet: ::looks back at Ramson and back at Chirkis:: I...I don't know really what to say. Dacia Sandero: (yay grats Lawliet!) mimipavilion: (woot woot)) Chirakis: No words are needed, Commander. You performed admirably, and Starfleet Command agrees. Kallah Ramson: That's right! I forgot. I have to deal with the Admirals.... but he's stuck wrangling all the minions. ::jumps up:: Excellent. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I think I saw her when you had that tummy ache Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Alexis McFarland: Nice to meet you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his PADD :: They are at warp still. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to shake:: Tarisa: Y'shta> I am merely going for educational purposes. ::Pushes her glasses up her nose.:: I assure you, I will try not to interfere. Kallah Ramson: ::shake Lawliet's hand:: Lawliet: ::stands a little straighter:: Thank you. I won't let either of you down. Dacia Sandero: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Ohh Chirakis: And of course, your duties double. Lawliet: ::returns shake:: Jylliene: ((I commed and said it docked)) Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Mmm..::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Oh, sorry, I was being talked to) Chirakis: And you will have to reorder the workload for your second, Lt Cdr Tarisa. Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Ears perk up as a ding sounds by the dock door.:: I believe the transport is here. Chirakis: You may return to your duties, Commander. Alexis McFarland: Oh yay Amanda Davis PhD: ::she exits her office with a sigh, looking for Mimi::: Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis with a smirk:: Understood. ::turns around and walks out:: mimipavilion: ::still in her office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: A striking Rihan woman crosses the threshold of the docking port :: Chirakis: Well done, Captain. Alexis McFarland: Do you like my yellow sundress? I even painted my nails yellow to match. ::spreads her hand in front of Miana:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::spots Mimi in her office::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sparkles in her eyes.:: Ooooh... I Love it! Kallah Ramson: ::slight bow:: Lawliet: ::walks across the CnC and walks into the turbolift:: Science Lab 1. Alexis McFarland: Hehe, thanks. I got it at the beauty shop near the perfume place Gila used to work at. Chirakis: If you will excuse me, Captain? Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> Are au all the new crew we are taking on? Kallah Ramson: Of course. Amanda Davis PhD: :::presses the chime::: mimipavilion: ::looking over a report and hears the chime:: Enter. Chirakis: ::nods, then exits::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Notices the new lady and hides behind Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Looks around to see who the Romulan lady is talking to:: mimipavilion: ::looks up:: Oh Amanda. What can I do for you? Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters and allows the door to close::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching the sensor net, knowing the computer does a better job than he :: Lawliet: ::gets off the lift and walks down the corridor into the lab:: Amanda Davis PhD: Well, I’m not sure. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis as she re-enters:: Tarisa: ::Ears flick as she hears the door open.:: Chirakis: ::returns to nod::: Report, Commander Kital. Annisha: :: Runs to the woman and gives her a hug :: Jolan tru! mimipavilion: Take a seat, Amanda. What's going on? Jylliene: The scheduled transport has arrived, a little early. They're docked. No other updates. Amanda Davis PhD: The brain damage that Ensign Lauren sustained is not really "damage" per se. Dacia Sandero: ::Talks with some of the Romulans about the patients:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> It has been a while since I last saw au little one. Au are taller. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Lawliet: ::walks over to Tarisa:: You have a moment Commander? Chirakis: ::nod:: Excellent. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> :: looking at Nijil :: And au are...bonded.. :: pointing to his stomach :: Amanda Davis PhD: She is dealing with an overload on the right side of her brain and because she has never experienced this before, her brain is compensating. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ha ha funny. Alexis McFarland: Annisha must be one heck of a crewmember Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: Yes. ::Gets up from her terminal, a glint of something shiny catches her eye.:: mimipavilion: Ok, how do we help the ensign 'compensate' with the overload Amanda Davis PhD: She will have headaches, and probably for a while. I would like to suggest that you watch her closely, and anyone else who is experiencing these symptoms. Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> These are your friends and... :: looks :: other guests that are coming along. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still behind Alexis.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Jylliene: It will be quiet when the girls leave. Amanda Davis PhD: I would begin with simple analgesics. Jylliene: ::offhand, to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> Au must be Alexis and au with the ears...Miana? mimipavilion: ::starts making notes:: Ok Chirakis: ::slight smile:: And won't that be a respite for you? Tarisa: Miana> ::Is being shy.:: Jylliene: It will be, for a time, but I'm sure I'll also be happy to see them back when they return. Kallah Ramson: ::a secure message beeps into her padd:: Alexis McFarland: Yes, I am. Jolan truu...uuu.. Tarisa: ((What you don't know, is we keep the other children in check. Now they will be running wild. )) Lawliet: Long story short...I just received a promotion. While technically I'm still the Chief Science Officer, I'll be taking on other responsibilities. To that effect, you will be taking a more active role in this department. Chirakis: (really. Then the other children had better stay away from Chirakis) Dacia Sandero: ::talking with one of the other Romulans:: Tarisa: ((lol)) Dacia Sandero: (lol) Amanda Davis PhD: I will have to consult with physicians who are well versed in this type of injury before moving to more than analgesics . Tarisa: Miana> ::Quietly, almost inaudible.:: Jolan...tru... Amanda Davis PhD: Are there any others with this problem? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> We are scheduled to leave in about an hour. We are dropping off supplies and taking some on. An inspection then we are on our way. We have prepared a cargo bay for au all. Alexis McFarland: A cargo bay? Wow, nice. Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Greets the woman with a courteous nod.:: Chirakis: :Jyl:: Of course, if you need a moment, Ens Lackey can take OPS for you. Jylliene: That would be appreciated, ma'am. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Chirakis: ::finger snap to Lackey, then points to Jylliene's station:: Take OPS, Ensign. mimipavilion: Alright, I trust your judgment on this matter ::pauses for a moment:: Just the ones here in medical. Dacia should provide you with more information on how they mentally with her being empathic of course. Tarisa: ::Nods to Lawliet.:: Yes Sir. ::Pauses a moment.:: Congratulations. Jylliene: I am relieved of con as well, then, ma'am? Chirakis: Yes. Until you feel ready to return. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you. Chirakis: Lackey> ::takes OPS::: Amanda Davis PhD: In the meantime, I'm going to consult someone of expertise from Starfleet Medical. Lawliet: ::nods:: Thank you. To be blunt I'm not sure when you'll become head of the department, but I'd start preparing yourself. That day is closer than you think. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Jylliene: ::TL to the docking ring:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Ears lower for a moment at the thought.:: Amanda Davis PhD: But, I would not leave her alone. Jylliene: +nijil+ On my way there, don't let them board until I get there. Amanda Davis PhD: I will be in my office looking for more answers. Unless you have something more? Chirakis: (last words) mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll have a nurse or medic with her at all times. ::thinks for moment:: I think that's all. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Understood Alexis McFarland: ::Huggles Miana, excited about their trip:: Amanda Davis PhD: Wonderful. Thank you. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Lawliet: ::smiles:: Tarisa...I was nowhere near your level of experience when I took command. Trust me, you'll be fine. Amanda Davis PhD: ::moves out and toward her office::: Alexis McFarland: ::miana is too heavy to juggle:: Tarisa: ((Alexis so strong)) Jylliene: ::rushes to the group:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: I could have transported au here mimipavilion: ::notifies the Chief Nurse to watch Ens. Lauren:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/6/18 Chirakis: Everyone, congratulate COMMANDER Lawliet for recognition of a job well done. Tarisa: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: Congrats mimipavilion: Congrats Jylliene: Congratulations! Lawliet: Thank you everyone. Amanda Davis PhD: Wonderful, Lawliet. Dergin: WTG Lawliet! Dacia Sandero: Yay Chirakis: I must say that we seldom promote to full Commander. It is a privilege, and well deserved. And it involves a lot of paperwork on his part. ::grin:: Lawliet: lol Chirakis: Which means... that he gets to fill in for Scott when Scott is gone. Chirakis: Enjoy. mimipavilion: ::smirks and is glad she isn't a full commander:: Dacia Sandero: Fun Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Kallah Ramson: short one I think, 2 hours Chirakis: 2 hours. Chirakis: TBS is 2 hours. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Words from the crew, beginning with Dergin. Chirakis: I am the GM, but I am not the commanding officer of Aegis. Chirakis: My character is Chief of Security. Chirakis: Captain Ramson is in command of Aegis. Commander Coleridge is second in command. Chirakis: And the reason for that is personal preference on my part. Chirakis: Does that answer the question? Dergin: Interesting Chirakis: Other questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  21. Far From Over Cayne & Chirakis Bustling crowds filled the commerce deck as soon as station lockdown ended. Of the hundreds who crammed the lifts and stairs, only a few questioned the reason for lockdown. In fact, most didn't seem to care as long as they could browse, shop, or enjoy their favorite restaurants. Above them, along the mezzanine, plain clothes security personnel wandered among civilians or relaxed at tables that conveniently overlooked strategic areas. Kirel stepped from the lift and paused briefly. A few children who caught her eye waved excitedly. Kirel merely nodded in return, knowing that the older children placed bets on the number of times she waved. Though Aegis offered a variety of amenities, it was still a space station, and, as children everywhere, they needed more distractions than Aegis offered. Such naivete, thought Kirel as she began a slow, measured pace down the stairway and into the crowd. For the most part, civilians on station led sheltered lives, trusting explicitly in the station’s defenses and command team to keep them safe. They had no idea how close they had come to disaster. As for Kirel, Captain Ramson’s words would last way beyond the situation’s resolution. “Officially,” Ramson had said, “V'Mal is an agent compromised by a Vulcan isolationist he was investigating. A rogue agent working on his own. Officially this event is over and all that's left for Command is to pick up V’Mal and Mason and her crew. “But this is far from over. “In private I am being told to to stay on alert,” Ramson continued. “There's more going on than one lone agent. Command is still trying to figure out what's going on. They cleared Mason's mission but no one remembers why.” Kirel wound her way through the crowd, stopping only occasionally for congenial discourse, before entering the security complex to call Commander Cayne. “We have much to discuss,” where her only words, as no others were necessary. They shared the same concerns: the Stone of Gol, V’Mal’s collaborators, and the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit, to name a few. Hopefully they could formulate at least one plan. “Commander,” she said, hearing the faint swish of her office door. “Make yourself comfortable. This could take a while.” "Do I need a carafe of coffee this time or will a large mug do?" He said jokingly, though with a sliver of truth. “Take the entire station’s supply if you need it,” she replied as she pulled up a screen on the main console. Only three lines appeared: Collaborators, Stone of Gol, and Conduit. "I am back at my early Academy days, presentations being the hallmark…. I'm guessing the first two are related more directly?" “Does it strike you that they are related?” She turned to face him, her expression serious but not to the point of being dire. "I'm guessing the stone was V'Mal's main instrument second only to those that helped him. They had to help him get it, but once he had it their mission was a whole magnitude easier." He brought his arm up to his face as though there was a cup is his hand. He became irked once he realized he was daydreaming non-existent cups of coffee. Kirel waved a hand toward the carafe. “Coffee, Commander. Then I have a list we must consider.” 'Yes please, before I eat my hand." He paused. "This a to-do list?" “A list of V’Mal’s accomplices... from V’Mal, via Major Butts.” Half-turning in his direction, she gave a slight grin and threw a list of names onto the screen, adding. “He was very persuasive. Do you recognize any of these names?” Cayne peered at the screen as if he was an old man seeing a hologram for the first time. "Hmm, I think two of those I have seen before, but… I'd have to get more information before I can tell you why I know them." He tapped the two names to highlight them. “Where you know them from will do, Commander, and why they might be accomplices. Do not worry about your security level. It jumped a few levels as soon as you came to Aegis through October.” She waited. He seemed hesitant, though judging from his squint, it could have been his age. “So which ones do you know and why could they have become accomplices?” She studied his highlighted names. "The first one has no serious infractions, just so many of them. Mostly theft, but nothing violent. Not sure they shared V'Mal's vision, only profit. Hmm, I guess profit, not prophet," he quipped, spelling out the last word. "The second name may have agreed with V'Mal, but I believe she moved to whatever vision suited her." “Vision?” "Philosophy... how she thinks the universe should work? I have not met her, only read. I think she may have intelligence community ties. Will need to investigate that." “Indeed.” Kirel stepped back from the screen. “For now, considering this list, we have recognition and possible cause. Personally, I see one lieutenant of Ragor Tal—and I am sure that you have had more than a few run-ins with him. Of the other two, I am not sure, and neither registers as ‘wanted’. However, there are ways to get around that.” After a moment of thought, she faced him. “The Stone is secure for the moment. Our focus will be on this list. You take your few and I will take mine and the unknowns. Can you think of anything else we should address immediately?” "Just get our security team together as soon as possible...I can speak to Gila, if she passes." “Commander, Ensign Gila should be the least of your worries, but if you must, you must. Remember that this is Classified Sensitive Compartmentalized Information.” Cayne nodded. "Right. I have to speak with her on other matters, and will perform my own evaluation. Nothing mentioned here today."
  22. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 6 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Things are slowly settling down to normal. Command still has a few things to clean up: the status of the satellite that SubCommander Jorahl is examining at the shipyard; the Stone of Gol that still resides in the security vault; and the mental stability of several security officers who were affected by V’Mal’s psychic episodes.
  23. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.02 = /\ = The Manticore is in orbit at Titan in its capacity as a support and clean up craft due to extreme seismic activity. We are here to help evacuate inhabitants. We arrived just in time to see part of the moon's surface break off and fly away! Sci and Eng are trying to figure out what is causing this destruction while Security and Ops try and organize an orderly evacuation (knowing that we cannot save all) = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #994, STARDATE 51807.02 = /\ =
  24. SD 0701.2018 The crew, aboard the Lugh, are currently in an uncharted system in the Large Magellanic Cloud, some 200k ly away from home. Sensors have located a small moon-object in orbit of a gas-giant with an elaborate super structure attached and a complex buried within. A team has beamed over to investigate, while the rest of the crew continues to investigate our surroundings. Also it appears a few people are coming down with something. Mysterious, ain't it?
  25. Arcadia heads out toward the edge of the system. They try to contact Arcadia. Instead, their signal is picked up by USS Maine, a starship halfway across the quadrant that is investigating a massive moving object. They manage to send a probe through, on the theory that the Drain is a large unstable wormhole; the probe appears near the orbit of the 5th planet. Maine sends a message to Arcadia letting the ship know what happened to the shuttle. chatlog2018-6-24.txt
  26. MISSION BRIEF: Lugh has arrived in system located in the Large Magellanic Cloud through a vortex. Sensors have detected what appears to be a small moon with a large super structure attached. Engineering is also working on a probe to launch back through the vortex. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: still gobsmacked by their location, but trying to get over it and actually figure out what's up with the cyborg moon :: Maryse Dubois: # :;Watching the kittehs run around the cargo bay.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Working on the communication for buoy/probe:: Hunter Matheson: ::slow and steady:: William Chocox: ::builds a probe:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene taps her combadge. :: "Ensign Mincine to Hakran. Do you need me on the bridge for our current... uh, situation, or should I remain with the cats in the yacht?" Rhan K'hal: # :: in the bay with Maryse :: I suppose I should get to work on that link - I'm not getting paid to pet the kitty. :: blink blink :: That just sounded wrong. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned forward in her seat, eyes on the main viewer.:: It looks like they built right into the moon. Through the moon. Matheson, get us as close as possible. I want scans of that structure. Hunter Matheson: Ma'am... as close as possible for scans, or right in at her? Indaura Ryssan: :: where she is :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: As close as possible for scans, please. We don't know if they have any weaponry. Or if there's anyone down there. Tandaris Admiran: Probe is almost ready. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Stay with them for now, keep trying to learn more about their emotive-colors. But get ready for an AT, we might be checking things out. Cptn Swain: Arden> Message is ready. Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am. Closing in for scans. Maryse Dubois: # :;Giggles as she sits on a crate.:: Don't let me stop you. I'm just hear for the ride. Irene Mincine: # +Hakran+ "Yes, sir. Mincine out." :: Irene pops back into the yacht from a little bathroom/taping up the claw marks on her leg break. :: "How are the cats doing now?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Still romping about the cargo bay, using the humanoids as obstacle courses.:: Maryse Dubois: # Full of energy, aren't they? Tandaris Admiran: ::puts the finishing touches:: Probe is ready. Rhan K'hal: # :: heads into the yacht and beings working on the link between the yacht's modern if sparse systems with the old and even sparser systems of the Lugh :: Hunter Matheson: ::to whoever is doing the scans:: Indicate scan range for max results. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances to the engineer.:: Launch at will. Irene Mincine: # :: The half-Klingon biologist smiles faintly as she sits on a bench seat. :: "They are. I just wish we knew more about them." Hakran K'hal: 75 km above the max extent of the superstructure, Mr. Matheson. Tandaris Admiran: ::launches probe:: Probe away Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Aye, sir. Moving in. Hakran K'hal: :: starts with a very low powered scan as Matheson gets their orbit set - doesn't want to rile up the moonstation :: Hunter Matheson: Coming into 1,000 km... Maryse Dubois: # ::Smiles as they dart in and around the crates and other objects.:: Hunter Matheson: ::surprised that he's actually getting a good feel for this broken buggy::: Into 500km... approaching.... Rhan K'hal: # :: frowns as the consoles start buzzing and beeping, as he resets some of the link hardware :: I'm working on it, I'm working on it. I'm not an engineer, I don't do miracle pace. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Both flop down near their caretakers, apparently tired with the chase. Their color patterns slow to a ripple. One batted at Maryse's shoe.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::monitoring systems stability:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips down a notch:: Holding at 75km above max superstructure. Cptn Swain: Arden> That's rather impressive. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene pats the cat closest to her. :: "Are they adjusting to our food and atmosphere well, doctor? No problems with contamination?" Hakran K'hal: Thank you. Scans are underway, slowly increasing active amplitude of active scan frequencies. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The probe launches and disappears back through the vortex. William Chocox: Probe is through. Rhan K'hal: # :: gets a minor shock :: OW! :: starts an impressive diatribe laden with a colorful array of language :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitty> ::Bats at Irene's fingers playfully.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> I've seen a lot of things, but wow. Maryse Dubois: # ::Leans over, watching the one play wither her shoe.:: They are doing quite well actually. I imagine their species thrived on whatever they could get a hold of. Hakran K'hal: There's definitely an internal structure... though basically it's like knocking to know there's a hollow space behind a wall. I know it's there, but not what it looks like. I don't even know if the Excal could get it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Holds her head :: Ow...oww... Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the bridge chatter:: Rhan K'hal: # :: gets the link repaired :: And stay there! Hakran K'hal: :: gets a slight boost thanks to the link with the yacht coming fully online :: Irene Mincine: # :: Nods, still gently patting the cat near her. :: "Like Earth cats, I suppose. But these are much more colorful. With their warp-sensing capabilities, I wonder if they were genetically engineered for a specific purpose on a starship. Like how ancient ocean vessels kept cats onboard for killing vermin that spoiled the food supply and caused disease." Hakran K'hal: Okay, also seeing signs of an atmosphere... Hakran K'hal: Breathable at that. Indaura Ryssan: :: Places her head on the console :: Hunter Matheson: Huh. Breathing is good, sir. Maryse Dubois: # That's an intriguing idea, and quite possible. ::Reaching down and running her fingers along the kitteh's neck, and behind the ear.:: But that won't be something we'll be able to find out with the equipment we have on hand. Cptn Swain: ACTION> We begin receiving telemetry back from the probe indicating it is still passable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced over at Indaura.:: Doctor Ryssan, are you unwell? Hakran K'hal: Basically this is all I'm getting, Commanders. Very much like with our other destinations. Enough to prove there's somewhere to go and we can breathe. Hunter Matheson: ::rolls that over in his brain:: Tandaris Admiran: Well, the good news is that the vortex remains stable and traversable … for now. Rhan K'hal: # :: comes back out to join Maryse and Irene, scowling at the small circle of scorched fur on his left paw :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Atmosphere? Well, that's promising. Any indication of lifesigns? Hakran K'hal: Still waiting for a conclusive analysis on life signs. Otherwise, there's that alloy again. Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks up at Rhan.:: Are you alright? Irene Mincine: # "True, our genetics lab is... non-existent, so all I've got are my scanners..." :: Irene puts her head down for a minute. :: "Ugh, I think I'm getting space sick, too. Great..." Irene Mincine: # :: Irene waves to Rhan, as well. :: Indaura Ryssan: Ugh!. :: feels her stomach :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda:: I could take a team over to investigate. Rhan K'hal: # Got a little zap. Singed my fur. I swear I'm gonna start going around covered from muzzle to toe, my fur can't get through a mission without getting shaved off, torn out or burned. Maryse Dubois: # ::Motions for him to sit by her.:: Need me to look at it? Hakran K'hal: :: beepity beep beep :: No signs of life, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded at Arden.:: Alright, pick your team. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Dr. Ryssan, if you're unwell, better have Dr. Dubois take a look at you. I believe she's down in the yacht. Rhan K'hal: # Looks like she might need your services more at the moment. That and I don't feel like cleaning up after her. Cptn Swain: Arden> Will, Khal and grab a Goldshirt. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::glad he's minding the store::: William Chocox: Aye sir. Hakran K'hal: :: decides not to steal the one at what serves for tactical for the moment, calls down to the one in the mess hall :: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's head is still down in her hands. :: "No, I've got a real bad headache is all. Maybe there was something back on that planet my scanners couldn't pick up." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 1> ::Butts its head against Irene's leg, its color pattern changing slowly.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Stands, straightening his uniform, glancing towards Chocox and K'Hal before heading towards the turbo lift:: Maryse Dubois: # :;Nods, smiles:: Alright. ::gets up and heads back into the yacht. She grabs a kit and is back outside a moment later.:: Let’s see here. :;Digging into the kit, she pulls out a small bottle with tablets inside.:: Take a couple of these. Hakran K'hal: :: joins Arden :: Security will join us in the transporter room, sir. Tandaris Admiran: ::Hawthorne:: Commander, I'll be in engineering, working on maintaining and restoring more of our systems. Maryse Dubois: # ::Gives Irene a scan just to be sure.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Gives Tandy a nod.:: Very well. Continue to monitor the probe, as well. Link the scans to Matheson's station. If anything comes through after us, I want to know. Tandaris Admiran: Understood. Rhan K'hal: # :: looks at Kitty 1 :: I think she's trying to make you feel better, Ensign. Tandaris Admiran: ::sets up the sensor link and then heads to engineering:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Holds the lift until they're all three inside, before directing it to the transporter room:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene gets a glass of water from the replicator and takes the tablets. :: "Thank you, doctor. And thank you, little kitty." :: She starts petting the beautiful cat once again while she gets a scan. :: William Chocox: So...what do we expect here? Hunter Matheson: :::hearing the commander, he watches for the link::: Hunter Matheson: Link established. ::secures it::: Maryse Dubois: # You'll be happy to know it's not a virus. ::Sits back down on the crate.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> No idea, but my guess likely something similar to what we saw on the planet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Maryse's scan shows that Irene's bloodstream is carrying a buildup of toxins that are restricting oxygen flow. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods and heads off the bridge and down to the yacht :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Looking over the results.:: But...hmm... Irene Mincine: # :: Irene laughs. :: "That just leaves bacteria, protozoa..." :: And then stops laughing. :: "Hmm what?" Hunter Matheson: (tell me the toxins aren't from being on Luge...) Indaura Ryssan: :: Down at the yacht :: Doctor Dubois Tandaris Admiran: ::enters engineering:: OK, what miracle do we want to work on first … Cptn Swain: Arden> ::exits the lift and turns the corner to the transporter room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Yes, Matheson, it's asbestos. )) Hunter Matheson: (oh boy..) Tandaris Admiran: ((SPACE asbestos)) Maryse Dubois: # Toxins. ::Looking at Irene and then the kittens.:: Other than getting a scratch from the little ones here, did you come into contact with anything else? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((OOoh, that's even worse. )) Tandaris Admiran: ::blinks as he starts seeing double for a moment:: Whoa. ::grabs hold of the edge of a console:: Hunter Matheson: (::is now sick - bury me at sea if I don't survive) William Chocox: ::follows Arden to the transporters:: So, weird security measures and what not? Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Indaura, as she gets out a hypo from the kit and begins to make a few adjustments.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Given your luck? Irene Mincine: # :: Irene looks a little worried, going over the possibilities in her mind. :: "Toxins? What kind of toxins?" :: Irene shakes her head. :: "No, nothing. Just the swamps on that gross planet down there, same as everyone else." Indaura Ryssan: # I am not feeling well William Chocox: I can blow it up? William Chocox: That's usually what my luck devolves into. Irene Mincine: # "Another customer, I suppose..." :: Watching Indaura come in, also complaining about being ill... :: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs his mobile kit in the tp room where he last left it :: Tandaris Admiran: ::shakes his head:: Maybe I should have something to eat before I do anything else. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Gives him a look as he steps onto the pad, joined by a goldshirt: Hakran K'hal: :: steps onto the pad, sighs :: William Chocox: Was that my out loud voice? William Chocox: ::steps onto the pad:: Hakran K'hal: Yes, yes it was. Maryse Dubois: # You too? ::Motions to the yacht.:: Both of you inside. ::Looks to Rhan.:: You may need to keep the little ones away for a while. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitty 2> ::Investigates Indaura, sniffing her leg. Then butts against it, changing the same sort of pattern as the other kitty.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::cracks open a ration pack, takes a seat near the MSD and begins chewing:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's already inside the yacht, sitting on a bench seat. :: "Same thing, doctor?" Rhan K'hal: # Hmm. Well, I'm not feeling nearly so bad about being zapped right now. :: notes kitty 2's reaction :: They seem to be about as good as your tricorder. Cptn Swain: Arden> Alright, let's go. +Bridge+ We're beaming over now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, please do the honors. Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am. +Copy transport. We have a lock on.+ Indaura Ryssan: # What is the cat doing? Rhan K'hal: # :: looks to the kitties :: Okay you two, let's give them some room. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Rhan.:: I noticed, I would be more fascinated with it if I didn't suddenly have patients. :;Steps into the yacht with her kit. She then take a hypo with an empty vial and turns to Irene.:: I need you to pull up your sleeve. Tandaris Admiran: ::shakes his head:: +Dubois+ Admiran to Dubois. William Chocox: ::shimmers as they go to the structure:: Maryse Dubois: # +Admiran+ Go ahead Chief. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Rowl at Rhan, but break off and jump up onto one of the cargo bay crates to start cleaning themselves.:: Cptn Swain: $Arden> ::Shimmers over tacking on a $ to his compatriots:: Hakran K'hal: $ :: is in the $ :: Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ Doctor, I've got a lot of work to do here but find myself flagging. Can you come down to engineering when you have a chance and give me a stimulant? Irene Mincine: # "All right..." :: Irene rolls up her sleeve, ready for a hypo. There's a little Vulcan script tattoo on her arm, as well. "What are you giving me?" Rhan K'hal: # :: follows the kitties :: I know, you want to help. We're just not sure how you can help. William Chocox: $::looks around as they come over:: Certainly looks more well put together than the ruins. Hakran K'hal: $ :: starts scanning with his tricorder the moment all his particles arrive :: Hunter Matheson: ::stretch to crack his back, then yawns:: Maryse Dubois: # +Admiran+ I would love to, but I suddenly have a couple of patients. ::Draws Irene's blood into the hypo vial.:: +Tandy+ You aren't experiencing anything other than a little fatigue are you? Hakran K'hal: $ Yes, this is definitely the shiny version. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The AT shimmers into a large room with highly polished white floors and walls, with brilliant gold accents. A white fibrous tree structure reaches out from the floor into the ceiling. A waterfall gurgles down the side of one wall. The floors seem to react with our presence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Give Rhan a baleful 'why do we care' stare, snort, and resume cleaning themselves in a haughty manner.:: Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ I mean, I think it's fatigue. I feel tired, kind of dizzy. I just ate a ration pack, and that's helped a bit, but I can't really focus. Cptn Swain: $Arden> ::whistles:: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene sits there like a stone while the blood is drawn. :: Maryse Dubois: # :;Connects the vial to her tricorder, and begins an deep scan.:: William Chocox: $"That's certainly something." Rhan K'hal: # Remember who you're with, I can give that look right back to you yanno. Maryse Dubois: # +Tandy+ You should come down to the cargo bay then, just to be sure. William Chocox: $ Does it seem too bright to anyone else? Maryse Dubois: # ::Also draws Indaura's blood with another vial.:: Hunter Matheson: ::rocks a little in the helm chair to be sure it's as stable as he made it before departure, and it seems pretty good::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::One looked at the other, yowled, and their color pattern changed. The other snorted and threw Rhan a sly look. Inside joke?:: Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ If you insist. ::mild grumbling, gets up:: Hunter Matheson: ::smacking your head on the deck isn't good for the resume::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You do like to live dangerously, don't you? ::To Hunter.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blink, turn:: Ma'am? Cptn Swain: $Arden> Alright... let's see what we can find. Hakran K'hal: $ Compared to the Lugh, yes Will. Cptn Swain: $Arden> And let's watch our step. Hunter Matheson: ::since the chair isn't all *that* stable, he braces his feet on the floor, just to be sure::: Irene Mincine: # "I have full confidence in you, doctor." :: Irene figures it can't hurt to be supportive. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::takes a step towards the exit … and vomits:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That chair probably last had a butt in it over a decade ago. Tandaris Admiran: Not just fatigue then. Indaura Ryssan: # What's going on? I was fine a minute ago Rhan K'hal: # :: shakes head :: Well, if you have anything else to add, feel free. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: Oh... ::slight grin:: Yes, ma'am. Just being sure it's not gonna do what it did before. Hakran K'hal: $ I don't have enough eyes to look around and watch my step. Hunter Matheson: You know. I only have one head and I'd like to keep it. Hakran K'hal: $ Why don't I do the former and follow you while you're doing the latter. William Chocox: $::follows Arden's lead:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  27. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 29 June 2018: The Challenger has transferred Captain Sivok and his crew onto the USS Davenport and are resuming their course to Arcadian space. The Challenger is now approaching Arcadian space after a 2 day TBS. Any questions and yes, I had a busy but good week. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::relieving helm for his watch and it takes a minute for him to catch up::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in his chair, checking star maps:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Approaching Arcadian space, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Hunter Matheson: ::puts his fingerprints on the helm log::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Drop us out of warp please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Dropping from warp. ::puts on the brakes:: Hunter Matheson: :::cracks knuckles:: Caitlin Townshend: ::at the science station, conducts routine scans of the system as they drop from warp:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger drops out of warp as they enter the Arcadian system John Randall: ::in engineering overseeing the crew along with Michaels and Maloney:: Hunter Matheson: ::minor adjustments to his helm chair before checking it out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Vellun Gamma system is a fairly typical system of some planets, with Arcadia being the fifth in the system. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed. Hunter Matheson: ::looks over to Hok unless he's supposed to answer it::: Caitlin Townshend: Scans are all normal so far. Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Incoming hail, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen.. Hunter Matheson: On screen, aye. ::puts it up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A white faced Arcadian with two parallel lines of dark hair on the edges of its cranium appears on screen:: +Challenger+ Welcome to the Vellum Gamma system Challenger. Please, initiate an orbit around our planet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you. We look forward to meeting with you. Hunter Matheson: ::waits for the word:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::looks to Kal:: All right, let's head on over. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Standard orbit? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, geosynchronous standard orbit Hunter Matheson: ;::makes for Arcadia::: Geosynchronous orbit, aye. Caitlin Townshend: ::scans the planet:: Hunter Matheson: ::tags the right planet... he hopes.. and establishes a geosynch orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The planet is mostly water with scattered bits of land and cities dotted both above and underwater. Otherwise, it's a pretty generic stock planet to save on budget. Hunter Matheson: Orbit established. Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, how would you all like to do some planetary exploring? Let's meet in the transporter room in 15 minutes. Caitlin Townshend: I will bring my most waterproof of uniforms! Cptn Ja'Lale: Please Mr Hok, let Lt Randall know so he can join us. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great, me too.. actually I don't need to. Cptn Ja'Lale: Nevermind... see you in the transporter room... Transporter Room 1 Hunter Matheson: ::not really into this, but... whatever::: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson: Sir? Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: Are there any critters we should be aware of in the water? Like, ones that have human on the menu? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ah, not that I am aware of. According to my research the Arcadians are the dominant species of this planet and they're pretty pacifistic Hunter Matheson: Thank you, sir. John Randall: ::has Michaels and Maloney deploy teams to perform general maintenance while Challenger is in orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, now if you'll excuse me... ::heads to the lift:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks helm one last time, then heads to the lift also:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Randall+ Please join the team in Transporter room one. Caitlin Townshend: ::surrenders her station to a minion, makes her way to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is already in the transporter room, cause she's good like that.:: Hunter Matheson: ::after telling Tork to take helm for him:: Caitlin Townshend: ::excited because exobiology is her specialty:: Hunter Matheson: ::exits on his quarters level and grabs his diving gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (that's what they look like) John Randall: ::hears his communicator chirp and whips it out of its holster in time to hear Hok's transmission:: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. On my way. Randall out. ::contacts Michaels and hands him control of engineering; goes to his locker and grabs his toolkit along with his phaser, then leaves engineering and walks to the turbolift:: Deck 10. Hunter Matheson: ::changes out of his uniform, then heads to TR 1:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads to his quarters to grab some extra stuff that he might need as well as some PADDs from Starfleet:: Caitlin Townshend: ::enters transporter room, nods to Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::takes a lift to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves to Caitlin.:: I heard we were going swimming. John Randall: ::arrives at deck 10, and goes down the corridor to the transporter room; enters, and nods to Townshend and Sylvanis:: Lieutenants. Hunter Matheson: ::enters TR:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exits and enters TR 1:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Greets everyone that enters.:: Hunter Matheson: ::a small go back holds his uniform and swim gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: Is this all of us? Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin as he nods to Syl:: John Randall: ::nods to the captain:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Lieutenant. ::nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's go. ::steps onto the pad:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps to the rear:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Joins the Captain.:: John Randall: ::takes a spot on the pad:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the pad, ready to go:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Caitlin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Once everybody has stepped onto the pad, the team is beamed down to the surface. It looks as if they are beamed to the edge of a beach, with a large expanse of water in front of them. Caitlin Townshend: ::looks around, smiles at the view:: Dyan Sylvanis: Nice view. Hunter Matheson: ::taking a look around:: Sure is. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few Arcadian representatives walk up to greet them. Hunter Matheson: Like Bermuda.... Caitlin Townshend: Now _this_ is a mission. Hunter Matheson: (w) Yes, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis: Yeah. I can get used to this. ::Notes the Arcadians approaching.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looking out at the ocean:: I bet if you get the right wind conditions you could catch some amazing waves here. Hunter Matheson: ::Cait:: Sure could. You didn't happen to bring a board? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There's 5 Arcadians, with one with a protruding dorsal spine. Dyan Sylvanis: I heard the old Major was a huge surfer. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. ::he heard the same:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: Nah, we never visited planets with appropriate environments often enough to make it worth the amount of my personal effects allowance it would take up. Cptn Ja'Lale: Dorsal Spine Arcadian> Welcome to Arcadia. ::happened to overhear their conversation:: I do not know what surfer is, but yes, we do get large waves throughout our planet. I am Firim'Ja. I suppose your Federation equivalent, I am a bit of a leader of this planet, though we do not possess a traditional "government" as you may be used to. Hunter Matheson: Um...maybe we should make a portable one. There's always body surfing. Caitlin Townshend: (q) Sounds like a nice side project. And somehow I feel like our present captain might be more sympathetic to visiting aquatic planets more frequently…. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Is where he is :: Hunter Matheson: ::pretending to listen to them while he listens to Cait:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Our main settlement is underwater. So if you'll please follow us to our submersible.. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you, it's a most beautiful planet. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Follows :: Dyan Sylvanis: Should we go ahead and change into our swimwear? Cptn Ja'Lale: I suppose if you need to, you may go ahead and do so. My knowledge of human physiology in this type of circumstance is admittedly limited. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::not sure if they'll need swimwear, but he guessed it couldn't hurt, decides to keep wearing his uniform:: Caitlin Townshend: ::follows them to the submersible:: The oceans are so small on Vulcan, and they don’t exactly understand the purpose of "the beach" as a source of recreation. I was always excited whenever my parents took me to a planet with a beach. Hunter Matheson: So... you seldom went swimming? But isn't xenobio your area? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have many beaches that straddle our land. Though most of the planet's infrastructure is below the water. ::steps inside the submersible, which has expansive windows of transparent aluminum:: Hunter Matheson: Or is it just land? (w) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::clambers in and takes a seat next to Firim'Ja:: Caitlin Townshend: My studies gave me the opportunity to travel to various environments. I did a few months on Andoria, another few months on Rigel V, which has a really interesting ocean ecosystem where there are trees that root into the seafloor…. Caitlin Townshend: ::now you got her started:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Caitlin Townshend: Oh good, we can make the TBS long enough that Caitlin finishes her impromptu lecture :P Hunter Matheson: heh Cptn Ja'Lale: A good time to pause I suppose... We'll pick up from here next week and head to their city. TBS will indeed be long enough for Caitlin to finish her lecture... however long that is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great Canada Day or Independence Day this week, whichever you celebrate unless it's just me. See you next week.
  28. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/29/18=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6:00 am) Aegis local. V'Mal is en route to a correctional facility. We await any information he will give to the interrogator. Sick Bay is still dealing with a few who were affected by V'Mal's attack. All departments are collaborating on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. We still know little about the Lore Kings' conduit, but some things are best left alone. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::yawns as he steps out of the lift and takes his place at AuxOps:: Kallah Ramson: ::catching up on paperwork...amazed at how far behind you get in everything else:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on some of the patients after a bit of morning tea:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::sprawled out in her bed, fast asleep:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC:: Chirakis: ::she steps out of the lift and pauses for threat assessment in CnC::: Jylliene: ::arrives at Ops, coffee in hand.:: Chirakis: Good morning, Commander. ::Scott, as she moves to her console::: Kallah Ramson: ::files the last report.... now, of to b..... oh, it's alpha shift. alrightythen.....:: Fletcher Jackson: ::smells the coffee, awe, man::: Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office onto the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Indeed. Nothing on fire, no alarms yet... good morning so far. Chirakis: ::turns, hearing the door open:: Good morning, Captain. It is good to see you back. Chirakis: ::nods to Scott:: So far. Tarisa: ::Steps off the lift onto CnC.:: Jylliene: ::agrees with the various sentiments expressed on the CnC thus far:: Tarisa: Miana> ::sleeping peacefully.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::and a passing minion hands him some coffee:: Chirakis: ::takes over TAC while Cayne is taking his time:: Kallah Ramson: Yes, once more back from my hermitage. The spirits of the bureaucracy have once more been appeased. Chirakis: ::she looks up:: Excellent. mimipavilion: ::can't stand the paperwork another minute and heads into main sickbay:: Tarisa: ::Brings her own tea, since she isn't a coffee drinker.:: Chirakis: ::sends several plans regarding psychic attacks to Scott's console with an "enjoy" attached::: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over the command console:: Jylliene: ((And I just read that as with an emoji attached...)) Tarisa: ::Steps over to the SCI console, setting her tea in a safe spot.:: Chirakis: ::vulnerable areas, areas of refuge, civilian participation, PsiCorps, and the like - about ten or twelve plans for his review::: Chirakis: (Of course. Emoji. We need one for that.) Scott Coleridge: ((Somehow I don't picture Chirakis as the "emoji" type)) Chirakis: (she is not) Scott Coleridge: ::starts reviewing the plans:: Jylliene: ::reviews the usual upcoming planned arrivals/departures, cargo & passengers:: Scott Coleridge: ((Now, Jackson on the other hand… )) Fletcher Jackson: ::working on internal ops... huh?::: Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: Chirakis: ::checking the status of the defense grid:: mimipavilion: ::does the normal walk through and sees Dacia tending to the remaining patients from the attack:: Scott Coleridge: Captain Ramson, did you have a chance to see my update about the projects I've given to security? Kallah Ramson: No, not fully. Chirakis: ::then she sends an urgent note to engineering regarding a section of the grid:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks them out telepathically as well, frowns and adds some notes on her PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: ::requisition, requisition, requisition.. pass, pass, pass::: Kallah Ramson: can you give me a run down? Scott Coleridge: ::smiles:: Not surprised given what else you've probably had to get caught up on. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinks he's in the Command and Control :: Fletcher Jackson: ::and another water problem?::: Chirakis: ::steps away from TAC:: Good morning, Commander Cayne. Scott Coleridge: I've just asked Chirakis and Cayne to develop some specialized drills to help us better prepare for psychic attacks. Scott Coleridge: I think we can improve response times and better protect civilians. Jylliene: ::is glad that part of the paperwork has passed over to Fletcher:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: I hope so. mimipavilion: ::walks up to Dacia::softly:: Hey how are our guests. Chirakis: ::she moves to her own console:: You hope so, what, Commander? ::looks at him, concerned:: Tarisa: ::Running simulations on her console as she listens in on conversations in the CnC.:: Kallah Ramson: Good idea. Dacia Sandero: ::glances back to Mimi:: Not good, especially mentally. They're going to need a lot of time to recover. Dacia Sandero: I can't really get much of a telepathic link with them. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Have you let Amanda know that they could possibly need her skill set. Kallah Ramson: How long do you estimate setting these up? Jylliene: ::assigns docking over the next few days, leaving openings for the unexpected, which seemed to itself BE expected on Aegis:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Well, I've just received some preliminary proposals … so I'll review those and we'll go from there. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::sitting up on her bed, holding her head:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I let her know she has her work cut out for her. Scott Coleridge: I also think science and medical could help develop some defenses, but that will probably be a longer-term project. Chirakis: ::steps to Cayne:: Commander? Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::in sick bay:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. You got the message that the Cmdr Coleridge is wanting ideas about defenses for future psych attacks. Kallah Ramson: I'll leave coordinating the departments to you. I'd like to be kept up to date on the progress. I might be able to test some of these defenses. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Jylliene: ::passes the relevant info over to Fletcher, so he can prepare for receiving incoming supplies:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Just awaiting news over subspace. Scott Coleridge: ::also hoping that by giving the crew specific goals related to the recent attacks, it helps them feel like they're doing something constructive instead of feeling powerless:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Very well. Fletcher Jackson: ::thumbs up on the supply lists::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Working in some isolated part of the station :: Chirakis: ::she moves back to the security console, checking a few things::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Finally gets to sit down, is able to relax for a moment. This part of the station is rather isolated, so it needs a wireless repeater :: Dacia Sandero: Yes I got that.. hmm ::ponders:: That'll require much thinking about. Chirakis: ::and an urgent message appears, sent directly to her, encoded from Butts:: Kallah Ramson: Anyone in science you do not need for this project, I want working with the shipyard. We still have that device Jorahl is working on. mimipavilion: Good, I'm sure with your telepathic skills you can come up with a few things. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up.:: Scott Coleridge: Of course, Captain. Do you … uh … do you know yet the plans for its final disposition? Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I hope so. I'm already trying to think of some stuff, but I don't have much so far. Chirakis: ::removing her security datacrystal, she slips it in and reads:: Chirakis: ::then encrypts it again and sends it to Ramson and Coleridge::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: let me know once you have something more definite, in the meantime let's keep checking in on our guests. Kallah Ramson: Not yet. Command still isn't pleased with our poking around with it. But they've removed their restraints on our investigation. Chirakis: ::apparently Butts was successful::: Jylliene: ::pulls up the regional map, tracking anticipated incoming vessels - nothing in the next hour or so, but one arriving later in the day:: Dacia Sandero: I definitely will. ::nods and continues to check on the patients:: Scott Coleridge: With all due respect, sir, are you sure we _should_ be poking around with it? Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::almost to tears as she sits on her bed in sick bay::: mimipavilion: ::goes checks on a few of the patients, entering Ens. Lauren's room, sees her sitting up:: Ensign are you ok. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::taking deep breaths:: No, ma'am. Massive headache. Like I've never... ever had. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector :: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> It just started. Maybe leftover from... ::winces hard::: Kallah Ramson: caution is wise. But I think it is important to learn more about it. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::her face is nearly white, tears streaming down as she rocks back and forth::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright can you lay back down for me. ::starts scanning:: +Dacia+ Can you come help me with ensign lauren. mimipavilion: ::props up half the bed for the ensign:: Alright now now lay back Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Starts to install the repeater :: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::she grips the side of the biobed as she lies down::: Kallah Ramson: Perhaps we might learn enough to then say it's best left alone. As usual in Starfleet, sometimes that's a hard learned lesson. mimipavilion: ::pulls the tray closer to her getting the medication ready while waiting on Dacia:: Fletcher Jackson: ::receives the list and begins to take care of it, one by one::: Dacia Sandero: +Mimi+ Yes, of course ::heads to Lauren's room:: Dacia Sandero: ::arrives with a medkit:: Jylliene: ::can agree with Ramson's observation, given what she's seen:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing the proposals, making some notes:: mimipavilion: ::slight nod to check/scan mentally:: Headache, the reason I commed you instead of yelling. Dacia Sandero: ::checks Lauren's signs with her tricorder:: mimipavilion: ::has her tricorder ready for comparison:: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> Her heartbeat is off the charts. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She is panting, not breathing normally. mimipavilion: ::sees the heartbeat:: Alright let’s get the heartbeat down as well as her breathing Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::pleading:: Please... please put me to sleep... or something. Kallah Ramson: ::ponders a bit:: Commander, what would you do in my place? Would you simply bury it in some warehouse of best forgotten items? Chirakis: ::looks up, now understanding what they are talking about::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: taps into the repeater :: +Jy+ Korjata here. Repeater test. Let me know signal levels. Dacia Sandero: ::preps a hypospray with a relaxant:: 50ccs should do it.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (Cayne out of range of Ramson convo?) Dacia Sandero: ::hands the hypo to Mimi:: Scott Coleridge: Honestly, Captain? I think some technology is so terrible it is best … not forgotten, perhaps, but laid to rest. mimipavilion: ::reaches for the hypo:: Alright we are, just try to relax. Jylliene: ::looks:: +Nijil+ About 85%, Nijil. mimipavilion: ::applies the hypo:: mimipavilion: takes and* Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Niijl> +Jy+ Understood, will strengthen. Korjata out. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She relaxes slowly and her pulse lowers, but it is still high. Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Possibly so. Kallah Ramson: I would hate to lay it aside however too soon. mimipavilion: Her pulse is going down but it's still high. ::looks at Dacia and softly:: How is she mentally? Chirakis: ::restrains herself regarding their conversation ::: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She is not thinking clearly, completely focused on the pain. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at her stats on the bio-monitor:: Might not be advisable to give too much at one time. Mentally, still a mess like the other patients but she doesn't seem as bad as some of them. I think she'll be able to recover with proper therapy from Amanda. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> Her pulse decreases slowly, but steadily, and she seems more relaxed. Kallah Ramson: It might also be tricky to take the SubCommander's new toy away from him. mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. What do you think continue give the 50cc's when needed? Jylliene: ::continues with her general work:: Kallah Ramson: That has its own set of dangers. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I'd recommend that to help regulate her heartbeat and adrenaline levels. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: For her part security was business as usual, but Commander Cayne was acting distant toward her. She thought she performed well at the last incident, but now she was not sure :: Jylliene: ::stifles a grin at that:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stops for a donut then goes back to work:: Chirakis: 10:52 PM mimipavilion: Agreed then. ::updates the ensigns file:: Alexis McFarland: ::huggles her pillow:: Fletcher Jackson: ::it feels pretty good to be back at AuxOps with simple things to think about:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne gets an incoming message, from SI-6, but does not open it :: Chirakis: :::blanks her console and steps away for a moment to think::: Chirakis: ::and get some coffee that she rarely drinks in CnC::: Kallah Ramson: For now, add a security protocol to seal and store the device. I'll have to decide what course we will take. Chirakis: ::she puts her cup down and approaches Ramson, waiting for her attention::: Jylliene: ::another thing she's glad is generally above her pay grade:: Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Let's give the ensign some time to rest Chirakis: Captain, a word? Kallah Ramson: Yes? Chirakis: (q) Is the device you are discussing what I believe you are discussing? If so, was it removed from its secure vault in security? Dacia Sandero: yes, let's Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of Ens. Lauren's room:: mimipavilion: ::exits the room:: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> :::sleeping, but not peacefully::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Dacia Sandero: I wish I knew what exactly happened to them. That might give better insight on how to help them. Kallah Ramson: I guess we need to come up with codenames. We are gathering a nice collection of devices. I was speaking of the satellite Jorahl is studying Chirakis: ::relaxes::: Thank you, Captain. I was... concerned. mimipavilion: I know Dacia Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/29/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Bring us to 1:00 pm Chirakis: 1300, then. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander, anything? Chirakis: Words from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none, have a happy holiday week. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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