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  1. Today
  2. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1059, STARDATE 52001.27 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with a collection of alien prisoners and the crew devised an escape plan to take place during Mork's soiree. While the CO and XO attempted to keep nosey people from sniffing too closely, a guard snuck down for a quick patrol. Thanks to Jaenke's quick "thinking" the guard left without a peep and the team soon returned to the task at hand... rescuing all the prisoners. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1059, STARDATE 52001.27 = /\ =
  3. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has received new orders to begin a mapping mission of the Sellaris Expanse, a relatively unexplored area of space on the edge of Federation space. We're currently en route to the Edrin Asteroid field where they will be stopping at an independent trading outpost. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking coffee in her office :: Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives on the bridge to take over helm for the approach. She's wearing a black eyepatch instead of her usual yellow artificial eye. :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's at science, looking for anything cool or interesting in the asteroid field. :: Hunter Matheson: ::main security, checking out the team:: William Chocox: ::Is down in engineering, totally not working on a stol-reappropriated Sheliak device:: Maryse Dubois: ::Wandering around the ship, since she doesn't often get the chance to do so.:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, drinking tea as the stars stream by on the viewer. He shifted his weight in his chair. It still felt different from the old Command chair, but he'd get used to it.:: Hunter Matheson: ::finishing questions, he moves out::: Hunter Matheson: ::into lift:: Bridge. Cptn Swain: How long until we reach the asteroid field? Rhan K'hal: :: using a stand-lean stool that he'd personally bolted into place at operations for this mission, still trying to suss out information on this station :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::In his usual spot on the bridge, reviewing the manifest list for the outpost. He muttered.:: Anyone notice that 'independent traders' automatically mean 'expensive'? Hunter Matheson: ::doesn't take long, door opens, he steps out, gives formal recognition to the skipper and takes TAC:: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks over to Stanton:: Apparently a new consortium just took over management. Irene Mincine: :: Val glances at her panel. :: "We'll be arriving shortly, Cap." :: She fidgets with her eyepatch, looking perturbed. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grumbles, not overtly hostile anymore but still testy about supplies :: Indaura Ryssan: This crew... :: looking over her patients :: Cptn Swain: Drop us to impulse once we reach the outer beacons. Hunter Matheson: ::pulling up tac info to check the area::: Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, beacon Alpha approaching." :: She drops the ship to impulse. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (brb) Cptn Swain: The last time I was on here... one of the security officers met this alien from the Xlatris sector. He thought they were being friendly. Turns out it planted its young in her ear. Hunter Matheson: ::complete sweep and not much going past normal:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene perks up, hearing about the strange lifecycle of... something. :: Irene> "That's... I don't know whether that's gross or fascinating." Rhan K'hal: :: mumbles something about replicating a helmet if he has to leave the ship :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> On the viewer a large asteroid field spreads out in front of them, a distant dwarf star providing some glimmer of light. In the distance a very not Federation outpost looms, several freighters circling it. Further off, the blue-green clouds of the Sellaris Expanse cost us a small mint in CGI. Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives on the bridge.:: William Chocox: ::looks over at his personal outside viewer:: Ooh, pretty. Rhan K'hal: :: squints not at the viewscreen but his display :: Excellent, one of the freighters is the Icove, I managed to divert it here with some supplies. We'll have to pay the station a fee, but they were too cagey about whether they had some of these things and I wasn't going on without them. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps up to the railing.:: Ooo... Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes flick toward helm, somewhat skeptical, then continues monitoring as he holds back a smirk at the doc's expression::: Irene Mincine: :: Val adjusts her eyepatch, looking up at the viewscreen. She looks like she's seen things like this many times before. :: "Approaching beacon Delta, sir. Traffic control will want to hear from us soon." Irene Mincine: :: Irene, meanwhile, is entranced. :: "Whoa..." Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading :: Rhan K'hal: They know we're here. They don't get shiny spaceships here often. Rhan K'hal: :: smiles over at Maryse :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip of coffee:: Request permission to dock. Rhan K'hal: :: pushes a button :: Request away. Maryse Dubois: Not to mention brand new ships straight out of the package. Hakran K'hal: :: down in astrometrics with lieutenants Brasunch and Kenet :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Swain.:: So do you *know* who has taken over management of this place? Cptn Swain: ::Wrinkles his nose:: Some new corporation. Othan Holdings or something? Irene Mincine: Val glances over to Maryse, finally noticing her presence. :: "Hell of a time for my eye to need recalibration, huh? Was hoping they'd finish in the cybernetics lab before we arrived..." Rhan K'hal: I've collated everything I could find on them, which isn't much. If they aren't Ferengi they've been taking lessons on layering assets. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Hope nobody takes umbrage at a show of Federation... power? Shininess? Out here." Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets out of her office, padd in hand :: Cptn Swain: Something to keep in mind if you're on a boarding party. This isn't a Federation outpost. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Huh. Never heard of them. Hunter Matheson: :::quick sweep of every ship in the area and no problem::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The dock controllers, a very ubiquitous looking alien, informs Excalibur they are to dock on pylon 2, port 3. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps down towards helm.:: If it is causing discomfort, let me know. We can get it adjusted with a quick trip to sickbay. Cptn Swain: Me either. Rhan K'hal: :: shoots the info to Val since she's in a conversation :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Typing away on the console, she acknowledges Rhan's info and maneuvers to the correct docking port. :: "The cybernetics guys wanted to hold onto it for a while..." :: She points to her eyepatch. :: "Something about nervous irritation, I think." Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: Standard away teams. This should be a good base of operations for us to conduct our survey mission. So let’s try not to make a mess first thing, hmm? Maryse Dubois: Alright, but don't wait if something happens. Tell me as soon as possible. ::Heads back up to the upper area to lean on her rail again.:: Cptn Swain: Oh, and keep an eye out on Will, someone. I don't want him buying a cloaking device or something else shady. Cptn Swain: Yet. Cptn Swain: The warranty on this ship is still good. William Chocox: ::starts compiling a shopping list with "Black Market Cloaking Device" on the top:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah, will do." :: She didn't seem too worried about it. She spoke up after that. :: "Approaching the docking port. I'll try not to scratch the fresh paint." Hunter Matheson: ::glance to skipper, then Will, slight smirk thinking this is gonna be one hell of a mission::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I already have that part covered. ::Slyly.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: enters the mess hall :: William Chocox: ::shudders as he feels a disturbance in the force:: Rhan K'hal: :: starts marshaling the transporter room and cargo bay staffs :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Looks to the command area. :: "Sir, I'd like to set up the sensor array to get as much info on that dwarf star as I can. Not every day they grab asteroid fields like this." Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Officers thinking. Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the lift onto the bridge just in time to hear that :: Hakran K'hal: My, Irene, you're beginning to think outside the cell, I'm delighted. Rhan K'hal: :: smirks :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets another coffee :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea and stands:: Commander, you have the bridge. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Xenobiology's more than just looking at fungi under a microscope." :: She smiled at Hakran and reconfigured the sensor array. :: Rhan K'hal: We've received a canned welcome message from the station. Preceded by two minutes of ads. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The stations computer has a *curious* accent, but not something anyone can immediately place. Hunter Matheson: ::spitting info to his superior, keeping him informed:: Rhan K'hal: So if anyone is looking for the most durable clothing in Denshala style, whatever the heck that is, there's a shop for that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods.:: Aye, Captain. Cptn Swain: ::Swain heads off to his ready room:: Cptn Swain: ::Pauses just at the threshold:: Den'shala? Rhan K'hal: Yes. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Huh. :: "I thought they were on the run from the Cardassians for skinning endangered raptora minks. Or is that -Dar-shala?" Cptn Swain: ::Makes a face:: Probably nothing. William Chocox: ::gets the notification about away teams:: Whoo! Time to go explore a space station? Hakran K'hal: :: steps up behind Irene :: What do we have? Cptn Swain: ::Disappears into his ready room:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "Asteroids are full of ferromagnetic deposits that are scrambling the sensors, but I can compensate for it. Probably why the outpost is out here in the first place. One old star, though, with a typical composition for its age, as far as I can tell." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> It isn't a Federation station, I heard. ::To Chocox.:: Doesn't that make it a bit dangerous? William Chocox: That's where the fun is! You can get all sorts of things here that you wouldn't be able to get at a Federation station. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::getting the security teams ready to go to the station, sends a note upto to Hunter that he'd be joining one of them: Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, looks up, responding aye, sir::: Hakran K'hal: Then it has a magnetic personality. Irene Mincine: :: Val, meanwhile, kept messing with her eyepatch. She looked a bit uncomfortable. :: Rhan K'hal: Don't make me throw things across the bridge Hak. Irene Mincine: :: Irene stopped what she was doing and gave a deadpan stare at Hakran. :: "If you're expecting a Klingon belly laugh, you're sadly mistaken." Maryse Dubois: ::Walking over to Rhan.:: You caught the Captain's attention with that bit of info. Rhan K'hal: :: looks at Maryse, nods :: Guess what I'll be looking up. :: starts doing so now :: Hakran K'hal: :: looks as sheepish as a Cait can :: Sorry. Hunter Matheson: :::security is on standby, he passes the commander with a respectful nod, then enters the lift::: Security. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hopefully no surprises from the past this time. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Federation Google only has a few references to it, and they all appear to be pointing towards a Romulan origin, but it could also be their word for potato salad. Irene Mincine: :: Irene rests her elbow on the console, propping her head up with a hand on her ridges. :: "I'm more interested in the formation of this asteroid field at the moment." Rhan K'hal: :: ear splits :: Hunter Matheson: ::into security:: approaches Rex::: Master GSgt Matheson reporting as ordered, sir. Irene Mincine: :: Val notices Rhan's ears... :: "What's up?" Cptn Swain: Rex>> ::nods:: Since this isn't a Federation station, XO wants two security officers for every away team. Hunter Matheson: ::remembering what the skipper said upstairs::: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Armed? Rhan K'hal: Not the information I expected on that Den'shala. Only a few mentions, all looking to be Romulan. Though it could just be potato salad. Rhan K'hal: We really need to improve our general information network. Irene Mincine: :: Val hrmed. :: "Romulan info's pretty hard to come by. I've never heard of it, but I was on the other end of the quadrant during the war and aftermath." Maryse Dubois: I couldn't agree more. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Any signs of it being a capture rather than a natural? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Rhan.:: Romulan? I don't like the sound of that. Any references to the Othan Holdings? Hunter Matheson: ::mentally picks the officers::considering the number of teams::: Rhan K'hal: No. As I said, I collated everything I had found on Othan. You can check the files. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "The orbit's pretty eccentric. It could be from a large impact... maybe sending this data to astrophysics would get us more info." William Chocox: You want to join me on the station Reynolds? Hakran K'hal: Chiefe Erole would love to see it. Hunter Matheson: ::already gearing up, ready to roll::: And how many teams are we talking about, sir? Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded and shunted the sensor info down to astrophysics. :: "I'll get them on it." Hunter Matheson: :::communication check::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... I guess? I mean... maybe it could be fun. Hakran K'hal: Feel free to keep looking into it, unless you'd like to be our representative on the away team. William Chocox: I'll show you how to have a good time on a non-Federation as an Engineer. It's a tradition passed down to me from my last Chief Engineer. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hrmed. :: "I'm not going to be much help in astrophysics. Away team sounds fun." Hunter Matheson: ::assuming the response::: Aye, sir. ::turns::: XO wants two for (x) away teams, head out. William Chocox: Though, I imagine we're going to have babysitters so we'll have to lose them. Hakran K'hal: Don't get into any trouble. Hunter Matheson: And stick to them like Genezian glue! Got it? Irene Mincine: Irene> "You know me better than thaaaaat." Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes the last of her coffee :: Hunter Matheson: Lose anyone and I have a lot of work for ya... and I mean a hell of a lot... and it won't be above deck. Hakran K'hal: You're right. I should have said it twice. :: grins :: Hunter Matheson: So paint 'em. Got it? :::rapid response::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins and departs the bridge. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I heard he was really good at getting into trouble. ::slightly concerned.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  4. Yesterday
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. We are still on the trail of the illness. Missouri personnel are having allergic reactions. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office dealing with several things::: mimipavilion: ::still trying to figure out the fatigue issue:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on things:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping soundly in her bed, curled up and having a nice dream:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Helping Annisha with her morning routine, but not feeling himself :: Tarisa: ::Using a med lab, working with blood samples given by volunteers. Some samples were from people affected by the sleeplessness, others weren't:: Dacia Sandero: ::works with Tarisa and helping out where she can:: Chirakis: ::her door opens and she exits, contemplating the last information she received::: Dacia Sandero: ::cataloging the samples from those who consume caffeine and other stimulants and those who don't:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Entering CnC and feeling rather tired :: Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of the door opening on CnC::: Good morning, Commanders. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Mmm :: looks at his display :: Annisha: :: Eating cereal :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Tarisa: ::Looking at a sample where the owner was having symptoms, but had not used caffeine.:: I will be introducing caffeine to this sample. Chirakis: ::approaching Scott::: Commander... ::hands him a PADD::: The latest information from Starfleet Command. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly in her bed.:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: All right. ::watches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You need to drink your juice sweetie. :: to Annisha :: mimipavilion: ::gets up and goes to Lt. Klaxon:: Tarisa: ::Introduces the stimulant.:: Scott Coleridge: ::frowns more deeply as he reads:: mimipavilion: ::next to Klaxon:: How are you doing Lt? Chirakis: Klaxon> ::not responding:: Annisha: :: Gives him a look :: The voice thingy is working.. I think Chirakis: Klaxon> ::he is alive, though somewhat dazed and confused::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods as he sits :: The translation matrix is working now. Is the accent off-putting? Dacia Sandero: ::watches the results:: Hmm.. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well that's disturbing. mimipavilion: ::notes he is unable to speak: Alright ::look at vitals:: Normal, given the circumstances. ::looks at neural scans:: Chirakis: ::quietly to Scott::: Indeed. Something more to ponder. Tarisa: Interesting. ::Watching the results.:: There is an almost instant result in numerous regions that typically should not be affected. Annisha: :: munches :: Na, au sound different though. Au sure au don't need your head checked? Nijil tr'Korjata: Mimi said there was nothing on her instruments. Tarisa: It seems Dr. Pavilion was right to put a ban on stimulants. It is not the direct cause, but it is working against us. Annisha: I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: bopps her in the head :: You eat. Chirakis: ::Scott:: I will inform Commander Cayne eventually. Scott Coleridge: Do we need to do anything? Chirakis: We must be more vigilant than we ever have been... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I can see that, same would go for the long work schedules and overtimes, you can say the same about that since a lot of these people have worked extra time Chirakis: For the moment, the target is operatives... Chirakis: We can be sure that the danger will eventually grow. Slowly... stealthily... the danger will grow. Tarisa: I still do not see a cause. Perhaps a microvirus? We will need examine deeper. Chirakis: Any information regarding the illness? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at maps of the region, spying a look at sector 001 :: Scott Coleridge: No updates on that yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: So, how is temporal mechanics? mimipavilion: ::decides to take a more detailed scan of his brain to see if there is something deeper or anything out of the ordinary that may have been missed:: Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think it was mentioned this started not long after those gremlins arrived? We should start there. Annisha: Temporal what? We are na studying that yet. That's the upper grades. Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Yes. School in general then? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and yawns, opens her eyes and rubs them:: Annisha: It's fine. Just fine father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I've worked out the shorter shifts. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::finds the gremlins' DNA samples and puts one of them inside of a micro-scanner:: Scott Coleridge: I'll implement those starting tomorrow. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::staring at the ceiling::: Scott Coleridge: Basically half-shifts with an hour overlap. Chirakis: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiles at Annisha :: Keep it up then. Nijil tr'Korjata: Go.. I have people to meet. Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and goes to her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and stuff:: Chirakis: Half shifts. Two hours, then an hour rest, then two hours? Annisha: Au lost your job father. Good thing they weren't paying au. Scott Coleridge: Yes. Annisha: :: gets her bag and starts for the door, taking her plate to the recycler as she went :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Off duty... Chirakis: It sounds plausible. I wonder if that will interrupt their circadian rhythms. Tarisa: ::Begins genetic scan of the samples.:: Do we have samples of the Gremlins? I would like to compare them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his cup, realizing it's decaf tea :: Annisha: :: Out the door she went :: mimipavilion: ::closes Klaxon’s eyes, but notes they just open back up:: Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks a few times, then stares around the room::: Where am I? Dacia Sandero: Yes, we do. They're in the first row of the tray to your right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches her leave and heads to the big display :: Computer, mirror. :: The display turns into a large mirror, showing Nijil in his everyday attire, or at least what it has been for a few days :: Guess this is alright. Looks like I live in the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits his quarters and heads to somewhere new :: mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: You're in medical. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his chronometer :: I have some time. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks again:: What happened? Tarisa: ::Nods:: Thank you. ::Adds them to the scans.:: mimipavilion: You became rather fatigued. What's the last thing you remember? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Decides to go somewhere old... sickbay :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later, enters sickbay :: Chirakis: Klaxon> The last thing.... I was on my way to the training room. I think. mimipavilion: The training room. Tarisa: ::Getting some alarms. Her ears perk up, but then flatten as she reads the results.:: This...can not be right... Chirakis: ::Scott:: I suppose trying it would be the best way to figure that one. Anything else? Dacia Sandero: What'd you find? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not seeing anyone he should know, so sits readying an old copy of Starfleet Medical Quarterly :: Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. The security training room. The captain and I meet there regularly. Tarisa: These genomes...some of the markers are identical... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips over to local crime reports :: Annisha: :: Makes her way to class :: Scott Coleridge: Not at the moment. Other than the fatigue issues, things seem pretty quiet. The engineering cadre has managed to beat back any remaining system glitches. mimipavilion: As in Captain Chirakis, correct. Tarisa: Between the Gremlin samples and the affected crewman samples. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Wow, you're right. Chirakis: Excellent. Anything from science? Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. Captain Chirakis. Scott Coleridge: Not yet. Last I heard they had started analyzing tissue samples. Tarisa: But if you cross reference the crewman samples with scans from the past, those markers do not exist. Dacia Sandero: Ah yes. So this might be our cause, though we still need to find out why or how it's happened. It's a great turning point I think, Chirakis: ::nods:: I'll check with Dr Sandero and Cdr Tarisa. I need to visit the medical complex anyway. If nothing else, carry on. Alexis McFarland: ::eating breakfast of eggs and toast and juice:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: You should inform Dr. Pavilion. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, ::goes back to see what the blood samples, vitals and related such when he came in:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods::: Definitely will do. Annisha: :: Knocks on Alexis' door :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears a knocking:: Yes, come in. Annisha: :: Enters :: Well if it's na the miiiind reader Dacia Sandero: ::steps outside of the lab:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yes. Hi Annisha, you made it up here okay. Did you sleep good? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading the script used in the magazine :: mimipavilion: ::sees if there is anything odd:: Dacia Sandero: Oh, hey Mimi. We found something interesting in the lab, that you should check out. mimipavilion: Alright Dacia. Annisha: :: Getting in a pose her writing teacher does in school :: Au know Ms. McFarland, we say "did you sleep well" Not "good" or "gooder" mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: get some rest ok. Annisha: I slept better than last night. Father cooked up some funky milk thing that actually worked Alexis McFarland: Hmm, me fail English? That's unpossible! Alexis McFarland: Blue milk? Chirakis: :::moves toward the command lift, stopping to speak to Cayne::: Commander Coleridge has his hands full. I must visit the medical complex. You have the con. mimipavilion: ::goes with Dacia:: What do you have? Annisha: Green. Or was it olive. Said it was in his family for generations. Na sure how he would know that, but it worked. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll try to keep the station in one piece Captain. Chirakis: :::Cayne::: I should hope so. :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Dacia Sandero: These DNA findings between infected patients, and the gremlins' DNA. There is some certain genetic markers in their samples that match, and hadn't before, before the gremlins arrived. Alexis McFarland: Green milk? I haven't tried green milk before. Tarisa: ::Sees Mimi enter. :: First of all, the ban on stimulants was a correct choice. They were making symptoms worse. But this was not what we called you for. This was. ::Brings up the sample data, cross referenced with the Gremlin data.:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered what kind of medical facility this was as no one asked him anything, but reading this publication was all the attention he needed :: Annisha: I think it's got some kind of plant in it, perhaps it's all plant. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, interesting. How'd it taste? mimipavilion: Hmmm... so the gremlins were more or less the cause. Tarisa: It seems to be localized in specific species so far. Dacia Sandero: That seems to be the case, yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading up on brain therapy, getting a glimpse of the medical level the station risen to, at least two years ago :: Chirakis: :::exits the lift at medical and enters:: Tarisa: How it was done is still a mystery. Perhaps something to do with their stench. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches the Captain entering :: Tarisa: The Gremlins themselves may not even know they are doing it. mimipavilion: So now we need to deal with their DNA and purge it from the replicator and affected systems. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: We have the pattern in the replicator. I'll send au it. Alexis McFarland: Hm, okay. I'll try it tonight. Alexis McFarland: You warm it up before drinking it? Annisha: :: contorts her nose :: I think a little :: Tarisa: I understand the Missouri also has issues. Dacia Sandero: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: They transported the gremlins, right? Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. mimipavilion: Yes they are. I believe so. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the Captain:: Mimi and Dr Sandero are in the medical lab, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Oh sorry, we'll get to you. Head to the bio-bed when you're ready. Tarisa: If they have an advanced form of what we are dealing with, then the size of the station relative to the ship might be a factor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered if Nijil was in trouble and the Captain found him :: Chirakis: Commander Korjata. ::nods::: Thank you. ::to the nurse::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes. I am speaking better now. Here for an evaluation mimipavilion: ::nods:: So... maybe have the Missouri move away enough to reduce the symptoms for both crews. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: And you will return to duty, I hope? mimipavilion: At least until we find a solution to purge the problem from the computers. Nijil tr'Korjata: Return? So soon? Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: Chirakis: I would hope so. Engineering is getting slim. If you are able, you should return. mimipavilion: Alright I'll let the Captain know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/24/20 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have quite a few things that should soon be dealt with, so TBS will be 2 hours. Hopefully that will give us time to get a little more information. Chirakis: Missouri will be passing their information regarding their allergy outbreak to us during that time. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: None here Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  6. Last week
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are still on the trail of the illness. They believe that an element in caffeine might be the trigger for extreme fatigue, nightmares, and hallucinations. As a precaution, Captain Chirakis has banned coffee and anything else containing caffeine in CnC. Aboard USS Missouri, personnel are experiencing allergic reactions, source unknown. Admiral Mulligan has informed Captain Chirakis that Ragor Tal, a powerful and merciless leader, is now connected to the Alien Alliance.
  8. Times One Thousand In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. It was like the glitches times one thousand. ~Scott Coleridge Captain Chirakis arrived in CnC well before the change of watch, after her daily bout with Lt Klaxon in the security complex training room. Having been given orders to ignore her rank and fight to kill, the lieutenant had become quite an opponent and had mastered skills that could have easily ended her life. But this morning? His steps were uneven, his movements awkward, and his attacks slow. He was disoriented and often unable to focus. Kirel grabbed his shoulders, but he seemed to be in another world. “Lieutenant?” No response. She gave him a firm shake. “Klaxon! Respond!” His eyes glazed over. A trainer on the adjacent mat took firm hold just before Klaxon fainted. He called for assistance and beamed him to medical. Extreme fatigue had overtaken him, as it had many on Aegis. An hour later, the Officer of the Watch turned to the sound of the command lift. “Good morning, Captain,” he said on approach. “Situation normal.” “No ‘AFU’ this morning?” She asked, referring to SNAFU with a wry grin. Her glance swept the area: a ritual honed from SI-5 days, but still pertinent for any entry as far as she was concerned. “No ‘AFU’ this morning, ma’am. Coffee?” “Coffee?” she said sternly. “Decaffeinated, ma’am. It’s supposed to have everything… uh… all the bad stuff removed, ma’am.” Having just dealt with Klaxon, she didn’t trust anything remotely connected with coffee—at least until science and medical verified its use. “Remove the coffee, Lieutenant,” she said quietly, but firmly. “Remove everything even remotely connected to coffee, caffeine, or otherwise until Dr Pavilion pronounces it harmless. Understood?” “Yes, Captain.” After a curt nod she entered her office. Admiral Mullins of Federation Security would soon appear onscreen. In ordinary times they had reported weekly, but these were not ordinary times. Their weekly reports were now daily, encryption was beyond the norm, and security protocol was engaged in her office. Kirel’s desk viewscreen soon came alive with the image of Admiral Mullins. He seemed weary, as though he’d been awake all night, and a man of his age certainly did not need to. It triggered an alarm, like waiting for the next shoe to drop. “Good morning, Kirel. You’re early.” “As are you, Admiral. Should I ask why, or should I leave well enough alone?” The admiral’s slight grunt turned into a smirk. “Well enough alone is best. Report?” “Yes, Admiral.” She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk and thumb through her tablet. “Regarding glitches on station, those have surprisingly disappeared. However, we are now dealing with ...” She checked her list. “... approximately fifty three crew and some families who have extreme fatigue, strange dreams—they call them ‘nightmares’—and hallucinations. Science and medical are working diligently to diagnose the problem. “USS Missouri’s work on the Alien Alliance stealth ship is progressing. They have broken the ship’s code. Apparently a species similar to our gremlins—small, ignorant, and naive—was convinced to take the ship and breach Aegis’s space, for reasons unknown. No personnel of the Alien Alliance were aboard. “Missouri also reports that their personnel have fallen ill with symptoms similar to, but not the same as ours. So far, their illness presents itself as an allergic reaction. Captain d’Ka will give you more information. That is all I have at the moment, Admiral.” As Kirel relaxed in her chair, Admiral Mullins nodded into a dire expression, staring at the viewscreen. His exhaustion had turned suddenly to grief. His hands folded, he leaned forward and took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Thank you, Kirel.” He paused again, wiping a hand down his face before continuing. “Kirel…. two of our best operatives were taken hostage... and brutally tortured for information. Knowing these men, I doubt that they revealed anything. What was left of their bodies was bagged and sent to Starfleet Command with a note from….” Mullins stopped to stare at her. “... Ragor Tal.”
  9. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1058, STARDATE 52001.20 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with a collection of alien prisoners. Now, as the CO and XO attempt to occupy Mork's attention at his party of debauchery the rest of the crew must perform a covert prison break just below everyone's feet. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1058, STARDATE 52001.20 = /\ = 200120.log
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  12. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1058, STARDATE 52001.20 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with a collection of alien prisoners. Now, as the CO and XO attempt to occupy Mork's attention at his party of debauchery the rest of the crew must perform a covert prison break just below everyone's feet. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1058, STARDATE 52001.20 = /\ =
  13. SD 0119.2020 Excalibur has received new orders to begin a mapping mission of the Sellaris Expanse, a relatively unexplored area of space on the edge of Federation space. We're currently en route to the Edrin Asteroid field where we'll be stopping at an independent trading outpost.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has been taken off the now much smaller escort duty and has instead been sent on a new mission. Swain has gathered senior staff (thats all y'all) in the Briefing Room to discuss their new orders. For record keeping, Excalibur has just departed the Elasian system but with no coordinates, yet. Questions Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: already seated in the briefing room, looking very zen today :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits and studies the others as they come in :: Hunter Matheson: ::takes a place in the briefing room::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sitting next to Hakran. Val is half-paying attention in her own seat. :: William Chocox: ::walks in and takes a seat:: Hello folks. Hunter Matheson: ::pouring over the latest info on this sector:: Cptn Swain: ::Enters the briefing room, drinking tea:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Jalen stood at one end of the table, waiting for Swain to arrive and get settled before taking his own seat. He glanced up briefly as the crew filed in, but was busy with something on his padd.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a seat:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::joining late, looking sly:: Rhan K'hal: :: enters late, poking at his padd-xl, looking slightly frazzled - and by the state of his ears, miffed :: Cptn Swain: ::Settles into his chair:: Rhan K'hal: :: flops into his seat and sets his padd down with a solid thunk :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Finally takes a seat, giving the crew his attention.:: Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few notes, then stows the PADD::: Cptn Swain: Good afternoon. I know that word moves fast, but I wanted to let you know that we have been reassigned. Due to, well I am sure you can guess but I am not allowed to tell you, things the Elasian and Cardassian government have decided to scale back the transfer of ships for now. They will only be transferring the small patrol vessels and Starfleet does not believe they need such a large fleet for that. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea::: William Chocox: Oh okay. Cptn Swain: I am also sorry to disappoint anyone who thought we'd be headed back to 39 Tango. At least for now. Irene Mincine: :: Val hrms. Looks like it's going to be one of those briefings where they don't tell you anything, she thought. :: Hunter Matheson: ::stoic expression as he listens to the captain:: Rhan K'hal: :: ears flatten a bit more, is clearly more than just "disappointed" :: Cptn Swain: Instead we're getting a mission I am actually excited about for a change. Our new orders are to proceed to the Sellaris Expanse on the edge of Federation space and undertake a mapping survey. One of the first Starfleet ships to do so. William Chocox: Oh, we're exploring? Irene Mincine: :: Irene perks up. :: "A scientific mission, all right." Cptn Swain: ::nods:: For a change. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Stifles a sigh.:: Cptn Swain: We'll proceed to the expanse at cruising speed. Should give science plenty of time to decide what they want to do. ::Taps bringing up the star charts, which shows, ominously, that the Expanse is extremely close to Shelliak space, imagine that.:: William Chocox: (M) Convenient... Cptn Swain: There is an outpost here ::points:: in the Edrin Asteroid field. It's privately operated, but it should be an okay place to stop before we head into the expanse proper. Irene Mincine: :: Val eyes the star chart. :: Val> "Going to be important not to stray into Sheliak territory. They don't like visitors." :: Irene smirked, seeing how close they would be. Hunter Matheson: ::turns his focus to the star chart::: Rhan K'hal: :: makes a short one of those scary cat noises that seem to rumble up from a space much larger than the body it came from :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Jalen:: Hakran K'hal: :: blinks at Rhan in concern, as while his brother is intense, usually isn't so close to seeming as if he's going to chomp something, or someone :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Catches the look and nods.:: Cptn Swain: ::Takes another sip of tea:: If my memory recalls it's about a two week trip at warp 7? Hunter Matheson: ::mental note::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene whispers to Hak. :: "He okay?" Hakran K'hal: (w) Don't think so. Cptn Swain: Questions then before we dismiss? William Chocox: Do we need anything from Engineering? Cptn Swain: ::Takes another drink of tea:: Indaura Ryssan: Or counseling? Cptn Swain: The Expanse has some unusual properties so we'll likely need some tinkering with the navigational deflectors. And whatever science needs. William Chocox: Aye sir. Irene Mincine: :: Val nods. :: "Plenty of time to make adjustments at warp 7." Hunter Matheson: Sir, any hostiles in the area or within the Expanse? Hakran K'hal: Science may have plenty of questions /after/ we size up the particulars Cptn Swain: It's relatively close to Sheliak space, though they tend to keep to themselves. Other than that, not that we know of. The Expanse has only ever been surveyed once. ::Smirks:: When I was a jay-gee aboard the George Washington. So that was ::smirks:: well along time ago. William Chocox: So 35 years ago? ::jokingly:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Are the old charts available?" Cptn Swain: I am not that old. Hunter Matheson: ::mental note:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Snorts.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Any *other* questions? Rhan K'hal: :: ignoring the levity and continuing to simmer :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "Won't know until we gather some more info on what we're going into, I think." Cptn Swain: ::Notices Rhan but decides to leave it until after the briefing:: Hakran K'hal: :: inclines head in agreement with Irene :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Alright, crew dismissed. Chief Rex, a word before you go. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::nods:: Cptn Swain: Rhan, I'd like to see you in my ready room when we're done here. Hunter Matheson: :::stands to file out the door::: Irene Mincine: :: Val heads out of the room, going back to her seat at helm. :: Rhan K'hal: Aye. :: gets up, walks out, managing not to knock anyone out with his tail :: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: All right, let's go fill in the teams. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Chief Chocox, I'd like you to stay, as well. Hakran K'hal: :: a worried glance at Rhan as he exits :: William Chocox: Ok. Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits, padd in hand :: Cptn Swain: ::Hides his smirk:: Maryse Dubois: ::Heads out of the room, heading for sickbay.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene glances at Rhan, then pulls out a padd. :: "Sounds good. Sounds like we're going to be busy for a while, huh?" Hunter Matheson: ::enters the lift::: Deck 6 Hakran K'hal: (( ::witnesses a giant rubber band yank ill back into the room:: )) Cptn Swain: ::Motions for Jalen to take lead once the room was clear:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking very much like he'd been hauled into the vice principal's office:: William Chocox: How can I help you today Commander? Hakran K'hal: Yes. :: grabs the starboard lift :: Dansh is going to be thrilled. She's always complaining how underused she is. Indaura Ryssan: :: Heads to her office, catches up with Doctor Dubois :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows Hakran into the lift. :: "Stellar cartography might actually have something to do for once, too." Hakran K'hal: But this is why I insist on keeping an astrocartographer aboard. ::adds in an undertone:: ...not to mention I hate maps. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Once everyone had filed out, he glanced at his padd and then back to the two.:: I was wondering if one of you cared to explain to me why we received a message from the Yalta shortly after leaving that indicated the device taken from the Elasian ship had apparently been... quote... lost in transit. They never received the device. Cptn Swain: ::Hides is grin behind a tea cup:: William Chocox: Oh my goodness! Are you serious? I will need to look into this at once. Indaura Ryssan: :: Turns to Dubois :: Can't imagine counseling will come up during this mission Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Clears his throat:: I hadn't received notice from the detail sent to bring it back. I'll look into it at once. Rhan K'hal: :: leaves Ben at operations, rudely lets himself into the ready room and pokes at the padd from the couch once inside :: Hakran K'hal: :: calls the science team together on the lift ride :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Squints suspiciously.:: Maryse Dubois: You would be surprised. I would study up on the Sheliak. Your counsel could be needed if we encounter them. Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams, looking quite happy with the upcoming mission. :: "I'll get to do some real astro- and xenobiology again, too." :: Her smile turns back into a neutral expression again, though. :: "I couldn't help but notice how close it was to the Sheliak." Hunter Matheson: :::exits in Main Security, calling for team leaders:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, you should both do that. Perhaps it was misplaced somewhere? I would hope that no one *deliberately* kept it from getting to the Yalta. Indaura Ryssan: They are a handful, or mindful. William Chocox: Sir, this is the first I'm hearing that it didn't make it. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Yeah, that's a real coinkydink. Cptn Swain: Rex ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: That's putting it lightly. Indaura Ryssan: This is a time I wish I was better at writing. Seems like a legal team is more valuable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Not the least bit convinced, given what Miranda had already told him about the ship and her crew.:: Yes, well, I hope the matter is resolved before anyone calls for a formal investigation. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I leave it to the two of you to discover what went wrong. William Chocox: Aye sir. Cptn Swain: Rex> Of course, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the briefing room where he'd ordered the section heads to assemble :: Maryse Dubois: The Federation had to use over 300 legal experts just to draft a treaty with them. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked a little worried, going by the last report she assembled about them... :: "I'm just glad I'm a scientist and not a jurist..." :: She followed Hak into the briefing room. Hakran K'hal: :: scans, spots the stout Tellarite female :: Dansh. Mapping mission. Sellaris Expanse. Cptn Swain: Well, I believe that takes care of that then. Dismissed. Hunter Matheson: Gunny, gather the dogs. ::enters his office::: Hakran K'hal: (( I hope you know I'm going to probably mis-type that as Stellaris a thousand times as much as I play that game )) Cptn Swain: (( That was, the plan )) Hunter Matheson: Grady> Aye, Master Gunnery Sergeant. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Grunts and waves them off.:: I'll speak with you both later. Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Stanton:: Commander. William Chocox: Aye sir. ::walks out and heads to the turbolift:: Hakran K'hal: Dansh> :: looks as perky as he'd ever seen her :: Seriously, sir? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::stiffles a giggle and heads off:: Indaura Ryssan: Yeah. No way to have a conversation with them, though we always speak with their representative, not the Sheliak on the street. Hakran K'hal: Seriously. Eyeball it a few moments so you can give us a basic rundown. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Swain and smirks.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> At least I have it on the record. Cptn Swain: Yes, though I feel sure we'll thank them later. Hakran K'hal: Bio. Don't know if we'll get a chance to send off away teams, so try to get as good a record as you can via sensors. Irene Mincine: :: Irene makes a couple notes on her padd. :: "We should configure the sensors for wide-spectral element analysis so we can get an idea of what's worth investigating from a biological perspective." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He tipped his head toward the door.:: Am I joining you for your Caitian issue? He seemed a bit... puffed up. Hunter Matheson: ::exits his office, finding the Devil Dogs ready to romp::: Take a seat and listen up. :::proceeds to fill them in on the mission::: Cptn Swain: If you want. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Coordinate with R... operations on that. Cptn Swain: He's smart so I assume he put two and two together. Cptn Swain: ::Stands, taking another drink of tea and heading for the doors:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Will do. I hope he's all right..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Follows Swain, padd in hand.:: Hakran K'hal: Planetary. Same deal, you'll have to split your time with Bio on sensors, so work together please. Irene Mincine: :: Valdar, representing planetary sciences, nods. :: "Yes, sir." Cptn Swain: ::Moves to the ready room, which was easily placed for such moves:: Hakran K'hal: Izal, look for anything interesting in between the solid bits, of course. Keep me in the loop there. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: the Bajoran woman nods :: Hakran K'hal: Okay, Dansh, what are we looking at? Maryse Dubois: I'm honestly hoping we don't run into them at all. Cptn Swain: ::Enters his ready room, walking past the couch and sitting his tea cup down on the desk:: Maryse Dubois: But you can never expect a quiet mission around here. William Chocox: I'm astonished that your team didn't grab the device Chief Rex. Hakran K'hal: Dansh> A lot of space. I do mean that literally, there is some unusual clumping of matter involved in the SE so there are a lot of wide open spaces. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::glances over at Will, with a grin:: Rhan K'hal: :: has just enough control and foxes left to give to rise as Swain enters :: Irene Mincine: :: The Trill planetary scientist Valdar perked up. :: "Rogue planets?" Cptn Swain: Rex> That could have gone worse. William Chocox: Yeah...I'm fairly certain that Stanton didn't believe us though. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a seat, on the desk. Perk of the job:: Lieutenant. Hakran K'hal: Dansh> I don't know, that's why we have to go map it. Cptn Swain: Rex> Well no, but if he wanted to ring us up he would have ordered a search or done it himself. Rhan K'hal: Captain. :: still very grumbly:: William Chocox: Also true. Hakran K'hal: :: snorts :: Indeed. Cptn Swain: I couldn't help but notice you seemed... ::looks at Stanton:: perturbed by our new orders? Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::In the ready room, he took one of the unoccupied chairs, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward.:: Irene Mincine: Valdar> "Going to be a fun mission, I think." :: Irene, meanwhile, looked a little worried. :: Rhan K'hal: The "oh, good, there's an actual valid cover mission we can assign them" mission? Sir. Hakran K'hal: Okay, we have plenty of time to plan as we won't be there for a week or so, depending on how long we stop over at this private base. So get it right, this isn't something we can just back up and start over. Cptn Swain: We are going on a mapping mission of the expanse. ::He took his tea, and looked again at Stanton:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Lifts a brow at Rhan.:: Something you'd like to say about our new mission? Rhan K'hal: A very interesting shopping list you gave me for a mapping mission then. :: literally pulls his mane :: I know you can't tell me everything, but you *know* I can do my job better if you give me something. As it is, I missed a chance to get us useful supplies because I lost the time to have them rendezvous. William Chocox: However...::enters the turbolift:: that was the first time that I heard that the device hadn't made it to the Yalta. Irene Mincine: "I'll make sure biology's got a plan of attack, no problem." :: Irene was already making notes on her padd. :: Indaura Ryssan: Oh Doctor...? Maryse Dubois: yes? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I'm sure you'll have a bit more information before we reach the Outpost and can better prepare the ship. ::Leans back in his chair.:: Indaura Ryssan: I put you down as a patient. I messaged you a list of times. See you soon. Hunter Matheson: :::after the mission brief and answering questions::: Very well... inform your teams, get them ready for anything... and I mean *anything*. Check inside, outside, upside down if you have to. Move it out. Hakran K'hal: Okay, everyone have fun. Daily reports, come to me with questions, problems, etc. If there's an urgent cross-departmental when I'm off duty you have my permission to go straight to mission operations. Maryse Dubois: ::smirks:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: As always, you can bring any concerns to the Commander. But as I always I appreciate your commitment to your duties Mister K'hal. Maryse Dubois: Alright Hunter Matheson: ::after a long think, he exits the briefing room and enters his office:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits sickbay and heads to her own office...to read... a lot :: Rhan K'hal: :: not getting what he wants out of this conversation, but deflates to that look he learned from his mother that she always gave him when he blew off homework for a good night out :: Hunter Matheson: ::pulls up any and all info on the Sheliak:: Irene Mincine: Valdar> "Ops, gotcha." :: Valdar was taking notes as well. :: Hunter Matheson: ::and the Expanse::: Hakran K'hal: Questions? Concerns? Requests for extra real coffee? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over his tea:: And I would just remind you as one of the more experienced officers, the other members of the crew, especially the bridge staff look to you for leadership. Cptn Swain: If there's nothing else, Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Gives Rhan a long, scrutinizing look, but shakes his head.:: No, sir. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Real coffee? Think they've got it at that private base?" Cptn Swain: Very well. Let's get headed to the outpost, shall we? Hakran K'hal: We can hope. Rhan K'hal: Permission to call ahead and check their menu, sir? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: That would be good. It was barely more than a couple units cobbled together last time I was there. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/17/20 = /\ = = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 = /\ = No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. We are still trying to pin down the reason for illness. The illness seems to be selective. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex to discuss the same problem aboard USS Missouri. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering with Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: ::in the medical complex, waiting::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, thinking:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, just finished dealing with Scott:: mimipavilion: ::and explaining going over duty shifts:: Tarisa: ::In sickbay, hoping she can help isolate the situation.:: Jylliene: ::logging out of Ops:: Chirakis: ::as she thumbs through the information from Missouri, she wonders what the difference is::: Scott Coleridge: ::hanging out with Chirakis in sickbay, just changing it up to keep things interesting:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis, trying to help comfort Annisha.:: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Chirakis:: Can I help you Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::responding to questions about the no stimulants policy:: Chirakis: :::hands Scott the PADD::: Commander, this information is interesting. Dacia Sandero: I wonder, it is only caffeinated beverages that is causing people to go through with these symptoms? Jylliene: ::heads toward quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks it over:: That's one word for it. Tarisa: ::Looking to Dacia.:: Have you tried blood testing? Maybe compare it to past medical logs? Chirakis: ::stands::: Dr Pavilion, Captain d'Ka has information regarding the illness that their personnel are experiencing. Dacia Sandero: I know raktajino doesn't use caffeine, as caffeine is a Terran stimulant. We don't have any Klingons reporting to feel these symptoms. I wonder if that is due to their physiology or if raktajino is affected by this virus. Chirakis: And... if you can spare her, Dr Sandero should know. Dacia Sandero: We could try that. Jylliene: ::enters quarters:: Dacia Sandero: I wonder if there's anyone we know who consume it exclusively that's non-Klingon and if they too are experiencing anything abnormal. mimipavilion: ::a bit surprised:: OK ::Dacia:: Can you come here for a bit? Dacia Sandero: ::turns around:: Yeah, sure. ::heads over:: Tarisa: I would recommend testing those that are unaffected too. It could be that we have this as well, we just have not shown symptoms yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Annisha back to their quarters :: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana after Annisha's dad came to pick her up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I hope she feels better... Chirakis: And so we do not disturb those in the complex, perhaps a private area? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: We'll do that. Yes, can I help you? ::to Mimi and the captain:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Let's go to my office. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, I hope so too. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows:: Chirakis: ::enters the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Adjusting his UT as they walk back :: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Dr. Pepper:: thank you so much for coming. That seemed to go well mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk:: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: I think she'll be fine. Maybe she just needs a glass of warm milk, that always seems to help me sleep. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Thanks, Lieutenant. I think that went as well as could be expected. We'll keep you in touch if we find anything of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: translator gave a loud chirp, Annisha jumps :: Sorry.... :: pauses :: Oh, it works now. Tarisa: Miana> Mmm Chirakis: :::settles into a chair:: Doctor, I received this information from Missouri. They are having a problem with illness as well. ::passes the PADD from Scott to Mimi::: Scott Coleridge: ::waiting for the doctors' reactions:: Dacia Sandero: ::reads the PADD over someone's shoulder:: Chirakis: As you can see, their illnesses are slightly different from ours. mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD, reviewing the info::surprised:: That's... odd. Dacia Sandero: Interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::Dr. Pepper:: Send my thanks to your department as well. I'm actually off shift, but I will make sure everyone is checked up on Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Sure, thanks will do. Dacia Sandero: ::noting the difference in symptoms as well:: Alexis McFarland: You feeling hungry or something? Wanna go get something to eat? mimipavilion: I take it the symptoms started about the same time as us. Chirakis: ::nod:: They did. Approximately the same time. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil's office. Tempted to move in his stuff, but decides against it. Besides, it's time for a much needed break:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments or minutes later Annisha and Nijil enter their quarters :: Chirakis: You might not be aware that they are putting together the pieces of the destroyed stealth starship that tried to attack Aegis. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Yes! Nijil tr'Korjata: (watch for traps. Scratch that) Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm, okay. Dacia Sandero: (and water his rhododendrons!) mimipavilion: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Wow… Chirakis: ::Nods:: Unfortunately, the species that navigated that ship was one similar to the Gremlins on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: I imagine they too are working long hours with copious amounts of coffee? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the lift to the commerce area:: Dacia Sandero: Ahh... mimipavilion: Hmmm... Chirakis: :::Dacia:: I doubt that caffeine itself is the cause. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Ideas, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He escorts Annisha to their couch then brings up the UT specs on the big screen :: Scott Coleridge: If our difficulties stem from the ship, then that might explain why we're having trouble understanding them. Dacia Sandero: Probably not, I suppose. Scott Coleridge: Since everything about this ship is inscrutably stealthy Chirakis: ::pondering that point::: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks, but doesn't know enough about Missouri to go far with that:: Dacia Sandero: :::doesn't know about the Missouri to have an opinion either way: Scott Coleridge: I wonder, if Missouri were to... move farther away... would Aegis recover? Scott Coleridge: That is, is this a proximity phenomenon? Alexis McFarland: ::thinks St. Louis is a fine city, as she makes her way to the food court:: Blubby's again, or somewhere else? mimipavilion: I'm wondering if the stealth ship is emitting some type of radiation that is affecting everyone. Has anyone beamed over from the Missouri recently? Chirakis: No, not from Missouri. However, I did go to Missouri at the request of the captain. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up from a seat in Main Engineering. Realizes he had just engaged in microsleep:: Chirakis: It's possible that I brought it back. And I am immune, as is Captain d'Ka. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Annisha, now lying down :: Father, will the dreams stop? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Wouldn't hurt for you to get another to see what we didn't see the first time. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope so. :: Nijil says, looking at the UT logs :: Chirakis: ::checks to see if the doctor's door is secure::: It's interesting that not all species on Aegis are getting the illness. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a deep breath,picks up a PADD and walks around engineering checking on the condition of the engineers:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Blubby's is fine. mimipavilion: ::nods:: True. Chirakis: And.. unfortunately... there is another possibility that we should consider. Dacia Sandero: ::::nods:: Mm, yes mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Which is? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to get Annisha something to calm her. Tea perhaps :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: Chirakis: :::dour expression::: The gremlin-like species that moved to attack Aegis might have been sent there to spread whatever the illness is… Meaning that it could have been done specifically to send out a strain of virus to destroy us on Aegis. Though it is highly unlikely. Dacia Sandero: We could run some tests, I imagine we must have DNA samples from the gremlins on hand? Chirakis: We do. Jylliene: ::arrives at their quarters:: Jylliene: ::enters:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I take the Missouri medical team has done a thorough scan of the pilot. Chirakis: They have... what was left of the pilot. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger with cheese and a jumja juice:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the most of the engineers are doing fine at this time, heading to the upper decks to check on the work orders in progress:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah Jylliene.. I got my translator working. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on some nuggies.:: Mmm... Chirakis: I do believe that it is interesting that not everyone on station is infected. And the engineers have only one infected. Alexis McFarland: At least I'm glad you seem to be sleeping good. Jylliene: ::grins:: Good to hear you and recognize what you're saying. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm speaking some obscure language for reasons I've not looked into yet Jylliene: How's Annisha? Scott Coleridge: It's hard to tell who's "infected" or not. Chirakis: True. Scott Coleridge: Because the symptoms match ordinary fatigue. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Me too. Everyone in my family seems fine. mimipavilion: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: Yes, true. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to where she is on the couch :: Tired from her dreams... I think she is reliving her experience on that planet with the mineral. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Same as with my family. Jylliene: ::frowns:: Chirakis: :::looks to the doctors::: So my question is: how should we proceed? Scott Coleridge: What if we switched to half-shifts for the next few days and enforced extra rest periods? To reduce the number of false positives caused by fatigue. Then we quarantine anyone who shows symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: ::notices a few of the engineers seem to be more affected on the upper decks.... sends them to medical to be checked out:: Scott Coleridge: If this condition is contagious, perhaps that would help us contain it. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical Dacia Sandero: ::Scott:: I think that's a good start. Nijil tr'Korjata: Her bad dreams.. my repeat dreams of seeing the same wo- person over and over. I'm not even me in them. mimipavilion: I agree with Scott Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::nods, then waiting for Mimi to answer the com::: mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Go ahead. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ I have some engineers working on the upper decks who seem to be more affected by the fatigue. I'm sending them to get checked out. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Alright we'll be ready. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Kenyon out Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: I may as well tell... in my dream I am always a...woman. I don't know why and I don't know who I am. Maybe I should see a counselor about this. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jylliene :: How about you? Any dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::sticking around on the upper decks to run some environmental scans:: Chirakis: I understand that Lt Commander Tarisa has been working on the project as well. Perhaps she should be informed. Jylliene: Nothing unusual. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Jylliene: You know, back at the academy to take a class I somehow forgot to take, arriving at the CnC in pajamas, all the usual stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know you will think it's funn- Not unusual? Jylliene: No, I have both of those from time to time. Chirakis: Anything else? :::glance around:: Jylliene: ::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: Not for me.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Being male, or another person? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Not at the moment. Jylliene: No, both as me. Nijil tr'Korjata: I keep on having very similar dreams. I always see the same other woman in the dream and I always wake up lying down. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, both... Jylliene: Well, don't you usually wake up lying down? Jylliene: I usually see you asleep lying down... Scott Coleridge: Nothing else from me Chirakis: Very well. ::reaches for the PADD:: We will continue the observations. Keep us apprised. ::stands to exit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I-I suppose. :: walks around, rubbing Annisha's hair as he passes :: I'm in some kind of lab...nothing I've seen before. Not Federation. not Rihan. Johnson Kenyon: ::not seeing anything different on the scans, continues moving down, deck by deck mimipavilion: ::hands back the PADD:: Chirakis: ::exits the medical complex, then into the lift, holding it for Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Chirakis: :::as they proceed to CnC::: Interesting situation. It actually makes little sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::three engineers walk into Medical:: reporting as ordered. Chirakis: A distraction? Jylliene: Anything you might have seen in the background at some point? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm told to remain calm.. she knows my name. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out back to the main sickbay:: Jylliene: Or on an away mission, but have forgotten? Chirakis: ::the lift stops and the doors open:: mimipavilion: ::exits her office into main medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: On the displays? Not a language I know, although with my speech problem perhaps it's related. Chirakis: :::Scott:: Get some rest, Commander. I will put out the word for half shifts, just to be careful. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: We'll figure this out eventually. Chirakis: ::nod:: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the engineers:: Yes, please head over to the bio beds. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's an iconographic language. Johnson Kenyon: ::3 engineers sit on the bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits at the table :: Chirakis: ::stops by the OIC::: Anything to report? Nijil tr'Korjata: It's keeping my mind off of not being the Chief. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::does detailed scans of each of the engineers:: Chirakis: Officer in Command> No, ma'am. It's unusually quiet. Jylliene: ::sits with him:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Enough about me. How far along are you? Chirakis: I will be in my office. Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> ::an engineer, looks at the nurse:: Do you have any idea what this is? Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to where Tarisa is (if she's still around) to brief her of what's happened:: Jylliene: Not very. I'll let the med team finish with this emergency before I bother them with something that should be fairly mundane. Chirakis: ::enters, and when the door closes, she tosses the PADD on her desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are different species, so there are certain considerations, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I'm not entirely sure at the moment. Rumour has it, this might be some sort of virus. Chirakis: ::then stares out the window::: Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::considers the information she had received:: Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> A virus? I just thought it was the lack of coffee. Jylliene: True. I've looked up a fair bit on different known pairings and the results, but there's not a lot on your species. More on Vulcans, and I've tried to postulate a bit based on those. Jylliene: ::shrug:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continuing to scan deck by deck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to embrace her :: Jylliene: I can go speak to them sooner rather than later, if it would make you feel better. Jylliene: ::smiles, hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: If you are not worried I am not worried Tarisa: :;Standing by a console in sickbay, watching the staff interact with the engineers.:: Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I only heard about it recently. That's what people are saying. ::shrugs:: Jylliene: I'm not going to say I'm not entirely worried, it just pales in comparison to other things happening. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 7 AM. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: More dreams... Chirakis: A good time to write a log ::slight grin:: Scott Coleridge: None from me Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis Medical, Science, and Engineering personnel continue to pin down the reason for illness aboard Aegis. Several ideas are being discussed. Strangely enough, the virus seems to be selective. So far, Tarisa, Miana, Dr Pavilion, Dr Sandero, Lt Kenyon, and most engineers have not succumbed to the infection. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex with information that the USS Missouri’s crew has also experienced random illness. At the moment, the captain’s concern goes beyond the illness, believing that it might be a planned attack by the Alien Alliance. However, if that were the case, all personnel on the station would be infected, and the virus would strike simultaneously without warning.
  17. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1057, STARDATE 52001.13 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with a collection of alien prisoners. Now, as the CO and XO attempt to occupy Mork's attention at his party of debauchery the rest of the crew must perform a covert prison break just below everyon's feet. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1057, STARDATE 52001.13 = /\ = 200113.log
  18. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1057, STARDATE 52001.13 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with a collection of alien prisoners. Now, as the CO and XO attempt to occupy Mork's attention at his party of debauchery the rest of the crew must perform a covert prison break just below everyon's feet. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1057, STARDATE 52001.13 = /\ =
  19. SD 0112.2020 Excalibur has been taken off the now much smaller escort duty and has instead been sent on a new mission. Swain has gathered senior staff (that's all y'all) in the Briefing Room to discuss their new orders. For record keeping, Excalibur has just departed the Elasian system but with no coordinates, yet.
  20. MISSION BRIEF: The Command team is returning from a briefing about the USS Yalta about the situation, everything else is suspiciously normal. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIN Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ((Ithene's not here to help William do that.)) Cptn Swain: ::Shimmers back aboard the Excalibur, frowning:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading over profiles of the crew... lots to read :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Throws a glance at Swain as he steps down off the transporter.:: Not the best of circumstances, is it? Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in her science lab, reading over a stack of padds with info on the Sheliak. :: Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head:: I had hoped that whatever curse had been placed on the ship was broken by this being a different ship. I was, apparently, mistaken. William Chocox: ::is down in Engineering, having finished up his conversation with Commander Latara:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He chuckled despite himself and headed into the corridor for the lift.:: How much will you tell the senior staff? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Val appears from the bridge's other turbolift and takes her seat at helm after a couple hours downtime. :: Cptn Swain: ::Following:: How much do you think we should tell them? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He blew out a breath.:: Too much could be dangerous to the mission. I'd say... the bare minimum until we're in the field. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I agree. Science can stay busy with prepping for a mapping mission. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Computer, what time is it?" :: The computer replies. :: "Oh crap! I'm supposed to cover a shift up there!" :: She dashes for the turbolift, hopefully making it up to the bridge before anyone notices there's nobody at Science. :: Cptn Swain: ::Orders the lift to the bridge:: There's trading station on the edge if the expanse, if my memory is right. Privately owned and operated. Should be a good base of operations. Indaura Ryssan: :: She was both looking at appointments to make and what open hours to consider :: William Chocox: ::looks over at the parts as he continues to parse them.:: Cptn Swain: Once the formal orders come in, we can go ahead and get underway. It's at least a few weeks at cruising speed. Cptn Swain: Have Rhan secure any supplies he thinks we'll need from the Elasians before we do. ::Sighs:: Cptn Swain: Did Miranda warn you about this ship? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sips her tea :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He laughed again.:: Ah... somewhat, sure. Call it a professional courtesy. It was more a crew briefing than anything. The Excalibur has an interesting history. Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops out of turbolift number 2, but catches her foot in the threshold between it and the bridge while dashing out. She takes a spill and padds go flying all over the place. :: Cptn Swain: Remind me to tell you about how I got this command in the first place sometime. Cptn Swain: ::Exits onto the bridge as that happens Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Pauses outside the turbolift with a glance over at Mincine.:: Alright, there? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, I'm-- Captain! Commander!" :: She pops up to her feet with a sheepish look on her face. :: "Just... uh... you know, getting some exercise in!" :: She started picking up the padds from the floor. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He quickly moved to help, stooping to pick up Irene's data padds.:: Some of these are for me, I hope? William Chocox: ::pulls up some papers that the Commander had recommended to him:: These are absolutely confusing, even with the annotations. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Nod nod nod. :: "I collated some diplomatic data and wrote some summaries for you, yeah. I didn't have time to do much before I had to come back up here." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Glances over Will's shoulder.:: Maybe turn it upside down? Cptn Swain: ::Smirks over::: William Chocox: ::jumps, before doing so:: Huh...that does make more sense. Cptn Swain: Well, once we have our formal orders. Move ahead, we'll have a briefing once we get underway. Cptn Swain: I'll be in my ready room. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Val, meanwhile, is thinking she should have stayed in bed after watching all this. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Makes an appearance in engineering.:: William Chocox: ::looks up:: Hello? Cptn Swain: Rex> Chief. William Chocox: Chief. What brings you down here? Indaura Ryssan: :: thinks deeply :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Irene's data padds, stacking them neatly in his large hands. He tilted his head toward the science station.:: Let's get you organized over there. Cptn Swain: Rex> Apparently we've been ordered to send the device to the Yalta so the big brains back at home can look into it more. ::Bites his lips:: William Chocox: What? William Chocox: ::blinks:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Slinks off to hide at the appearance of the security chief.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Hands him a PADD:: William Chocox: ::looks down at it:: This is absolute garbage. William Chocox: I was starting to make progress. Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: This was the time to be a good subordinate. She wasn't -physically- intimated by Stanton, but she was intimidated from a -can make your life hell- standpoint in a way she wasn't with Miranda. She got her station all set up again. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> I can understand your concerns. William Chocox: ::gives him a look:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Spreading the recovered data padds on the desk, he started sorting through them to see which reports were on what to see what might pertain to him.:: William Chocox: But fine. It's over here. ::motions to it:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: It was all stuff about the Sheliak that she'd been ordered to collect a few hours ago. She'd done a lot of work in that time and it seemed her diplomatic background helped as much as her analytical skill. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Holds his hands up:: My team will be down in a but to pick it up. Would be a shame if, it weren't here when they came, ::Winks:: William Chocox: Ah, yes, a dear shame. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( -gasp - )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Miranda would be horrified. )) Cptn Swain: (( I won't tell her if you don't )) Cptn Swain: Rec> ::Straightens his uniform:: Well, as I said, they'll be down in a bit. Cptn Swain: Rex> . ::Grins again and heads towards the lift:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Throws her a sidelong glance.:: You compiled all of this information in only a few hours? William Chocox: Understood. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles a bit proudly, sensing a little disbelief. :: "Yes, sir. I'm pretty sure the replicator ran out of raktajino by the end." Cptn Swain: ((4 minute warning )) William Chocox: ::waits until Rex is gone before he starts grabbing parts to hide them:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Very impressive. ::Slides the padds her way.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Pops over to help Chocox.:: Did I hear that right? Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams, collecting the padds at her station. :: "Thank you. Any more info you need, just ask." William Chocox: That we have only a little bit of time to hide all of this? Yes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Oh wow, wow, wow. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::A bit frantic as he grabs a tote to collect some of the smaller pieces.:: William Chocox: Yes, wow, wow, wow, now help me hide this. William Chocox: ::starts carrying bigger pieces away:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  21. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/10/20 = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Bad dreams and/or hallucinations continue for some. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering is checking environmental systems. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::waiting for Tarisa's team to finish analyzing the replicated coffee:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, looking over the scans of those who are affected:: Chirakis: ::in her office, sorting information, listening to some, ignoring others::: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha probably:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::aboard Missouri:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tarisa: ::Still in Sickbay.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the compiled list of any and all fluctuations in the environmental system log:: Alexis McFarland: ::looking over the medical reports:: Dacia Sandero: ::looking over the medical reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks over at Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Borrowing a Med Lab station to analyze the replicated coffee.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He had to leave the CnC for a while, all the noise was too much :: Chirakis: ::her door is open. The Officer of the Watch is pacing for some reason, which is somewhat distracting:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa:: Annisha: :: Annisha looked worn out :: Alexis McFarland: Didn't get a good sleep last night? Jylliene: ::drumming fingers on the console:: Johnson Kenyon: ::waited in the sickbay for about an hour before being recalled back to engineering.... now in Main engineering reading work logs:: Tarisa: Miana> Aw... Annisha: N-na. Alexis McFarland: That's too bad. A lot of people seem to be having problems sleeping. Mostly the engineers I think. Chirakis: :::feeling somewhat better than she did early on, but in the need of coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ::wonders if there's any correlation between the coffee and what's going on, she still reads over the reports as well:: Johnson Kenyon: ::not happy with what he's reading... thinking medical and science had better figure something out soon or he'll lose a few engineers:: mimipavilion: ::starts noticing roughly the same thing among those who are affected... high counts of stimulants, something normally found in caffeinated beverages:: Tarisa: I do not see coffee as the direct cause... ::Thinks:: But perhaps caffeine boosts whatever is affecting some of the crew. Jylliene: ::checks a few things:: mimipavilion: ::goes to stand at the door of her office:: Hey Dacia can I discuss something with you? Dacia Sandero: Excess caffeine? Yes, drinking too much would lead to sleep deprivation and stress... yes, sure Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still down in the commerce level, drinking tea and trying to stay calm :: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::talking to the deck officer as they continue to investigate the black-hulled ship stealth ship::: Annisha: Are au two having nightmares? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: But somehow it is being elevated to extremes. Scott Coleridge: ::walking down the commerce level, notices Nijil and detours towards him:: Alexis McFarland: No, I've had pretty good dreams lately. Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: I slept very well last night. Johnson Kenyon: ::reading reports of environmental checks now:: Annisha: :: frowns :: Really? :: looks at her feet :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking in the park, a place he rarely goes :: Chirakis: :::exits her office, deciding that she's had enough dealing with SF Command::: Dacia Sandero: Hmm, all this extra work does lead to more consumption. Alexis McFarland: Aww, sorry. Alexis McFarland: You're having bad dreams? Chirakis: :::ah, the perks of being so far away from them.. unless they decide to visit::sighs:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Lt Kenyon to Doctor Sandero mimipavilion: ::sits behind her desk:: Noticed the high counts of caffeine, uh. Yep, too much work will do that. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yes, go ahead. Annisha: :: Shakes her head :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Tell me you found something in the coffee, Doctor Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ We're still analyzing it, but it doesn't seem to be like the key contributor at the moment. Chirakis: :::coffee, yes::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: How are you doing? Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm reading engineering reports of environmental system checks and not seeing anything obvious, but I am seeing an increasing spike in injuries and sleepiness Nijil tr'Korjata: Uso pele. Chirakis: ::then proceeds to her usual pace around CnC, stopping by Jylliene::: Commander, you're working overtime today? mimipavilion: ::listens to Dacia talk to Kenyon, pondering the idea of restricting the caffeinated beverages until the computer virus is eliminated:: Jylliene: I was feeling restless. I thought it might help. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: throws up his hands :: O lau tautalaga e le o Roma Jylliene: At least for a bit. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Maybe due to excess consumption of caffeine? It does lead to long term fatigue and crashes.. but it’s a double-edged sword as people need the energy to stay alert with all these extra hours people have been working. Chirakis: Restless, as in.... unable to sleep? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Annisha:: Poor Annisha. Maybe you need some warm milk or some tea? That helps me sleep better. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Sorry, I don't recognize that language. Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Excess caffeine consumption, huh? How can I restrict caffeine intake? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Writes in his padd :: "I'm fine, but I can't speak Rihan or standard." Tae'Lynn Dran: ::shakes head at the lack of results. Sets the padd aside and gets up to take a walk:: Jylliene: No...not nearly as much as Nijil. Jylliene: A little, but nothing unusual for me. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Perhaps we'll have to limit caffeine-based drinks or energy stimulants. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the injury reports to see if caffeine intake is an issue:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes in his padd again :: "Medical does not know what is going on. No suspected brain damage." mimipavilion: ::Dacia, softly:: My thoughts exactly. Tarisa: +Dran+ Did you find anything in the environmentals? Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ It should help, but I don't know if this is the main issue of what's been happening. We've still gotta look into that in more detail. Chirakis: :::slight pause to mull that over::: Understandable. Dacia Sandero: ::nods at Mimi:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ yes, Doctor, but without those stimulants how will we keep our crew alert? We need an alternative. Do I tell them to take naps? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes again :: I am having vivid dreams, Annisha is having nightmares. :: shows Coleridge :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Nothing of quantifiable significance. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Scott Coleridge: ::reads the PADD, mollified to hear that the doctors are aware of his condition:: Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need? Jylliene: I hope you're not suffering their effects? Tarisa: ::Frowns:: +Dran+ I am in medical. I'm thinking of running a test involving caffeine. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ If it helps, yes. We'll have to look into more holistic solutions to boost alertness. Chirakis: :::watching the commander without intruding::: Explain "their effects". Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shows him after he writes :: "Let me know if I become a woman like in my dreams. There's nothing I can think of.." Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Interesting. Do you need help? Tarisa: +Dran+ Yes, if you would like. Annisha: :: has a daydream :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ On my way. Jylliene: All of this sleeplessness. Jylliene: I prefer you alert. You probably do too. Jylliene: ::slight smile:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sends a message calling for an ALL ENGINEERING staff meeting in 15-minute. Exceptions by approval only:: Dacia Sandero: ::to Mimi::: I wonder, what else could boost alertness aside from caffeine? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: notices something on his padd :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm calling an All Hands meeting of my staff. Do you want to send someone to address them? It might go over easier when I take away their stimulants. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the edge of the water :: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm sure we'll figure this out soon. ::trying to sound confident, not sure at all:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Faafetai tele le kapeteni Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yeah. we'll send someone over. I wouldn't blame your staff not taking it well. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'm thinking of restricting access to the caffeinated drinks until the computer issue is resolved. Chirakis: ::putting aside her coffee:: Sleeplessness. Yes, I have had a few sleepless nights... and days, for that matter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shows him the padd again :: "The language I can speak, it's old, more than 1000 years old." :: shrugs :: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: That's a good plan for now. Jylliene: You carry more weight on your shoulders than many of us. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: I ignore most of it. Dacia Sandero: Sure, that sounds like a good idea, I think. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finds Tarisa:: Scott Coleridge: That's fascinating. Chirakis: Especially when it comes to... well, let us not go there. Jylliene: ::grins:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon to OPS Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops here. Scott Coleridge: I wonder how that wo… ::breaks off, knowing that's not what Nijil wants to hear:: Chirakis: ::nods hearing the call:: Carry on, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: raises his brow :: Tarisa: ::Waves Dran over.:: I did an initial test on coffee itself with no conclusive results. But we do believe caffeine might be an enhancer to what is going on. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis in acknowledgement:: mimipavilion: I'm pretty sure that it will be. Might need to look into the schedules of those who are affected, like if their working multiple shifts. Chirakis: :::casual walk toward the commerce deck to watch those below enjoying the afternoon::: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile?}} Annisha: Na na! I did not want to kill him! :: yells out to no one :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, that should help. Alexis McFarland: Kill whom? Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I have been discussing the problem with medical and have decided to take my staff off stimulants; It might be a bumpy ride till they recover Chirakis: :::blink::: {{Yes?}} Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at Annisha yelling.:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Is any of your crew ill?}} Annisha: :: starts to cry :: I just wanted to get away - off the planet! Tae'Lynn Dran: Very possible. I do know such stimulants are not uniform in their effects even within a species. It actually makes me sleepy and it's a common bedtime beverage at home. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ How are they going to deal with lack of sleep if they don't have that to get them through shift? Alexis McFarland: ::frowns, not sure what to do:: Jylliene: ::curious:: Chirakis: {{Not any more ill than usual. Why do you ask?}} Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I'll authorize cat naps where needed, we'll have to suffer through it mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll work with the command staff on figuring out how many multiple shifts of those affected since this issue has begun. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm about to go get checked out in sickbay myself. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Take care. Let me know if you need anything…. I'm serious. Night or day. Call me… er, send me a message. Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: That's good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ either the stimulants are the problem or they are making the problem worse Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves :: Tarisa: Have you experienced bad sleeping behaviors? Jylliene: ::wonders how they're getting the cat naps, either:: +Kenyon+ Acknowledged. What would you like me to do? Cptn d'Ka: @{{A situation on Missouri. Forwarding information to you.}} Dacia Sandero: Me? No, not in particular. Though I tend not to consume too much caffeine; maybe one or two cups of tea a day. Chirakis: {{My office.}} Tae'Lynn Dran: Some disturbing dreams. Dacia Sandero: Yourself? Scott Coleridge: ::heads for sickbay:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Of course, Kh’éile.}} Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ((a lot of tea has caffeine too)) Annisha: :: Crying and holding on to Alexis :: I killed a man Lexi... Annisha: I keep on dreaming of it... Alexis McFarland: ::holds Annisha:: There there.. ::thinks:: I think I remember you telling me this when we first met. I thought you stopped having those dreams. Annisha: I did.. Tarisa: I believe certain species are either immune or slower to respond to what is happening. My race in particular, and Betazeds neither have reported problems. Alexis McFarland: You're having them again? Recently? Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns as she snuggles Annisha and Alexis.:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Please inform the command staff Chirakis: ::casually continues her usual pace around CnC, then enters her office, closing the door behind her::: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana too:: Annisha: Yeah.. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: That's right Tae'Lynn Dran: Might need to do a survey of the major species on board. I believe Human and Romulan are two of the larger populations. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I will. Anything else I can do for you? Dacia Sandero: The Vulcans I.ve spoken too also don't seem to be affected Jylliene: ::preps the message:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: We should consider Medical to begin taking blood samples as well. Scott Coleridge: ::enters sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Fortunately I am not that affected. I was affected, but had sufficient rest and have been sleeping find since Chirakis: :::leaning against her desk, she pages through the information sent by d'Ka:: Dacia Sandero: ::if you're still in Sickbay::: Yeah, we can do that. Chirakis: {{You are certain of this?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Good to hear. mimipavilion: Ok Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Did you talk to anyone about it, your parents or Dr. Davis? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nice of the Captain to visit, but still a bit depressed. Perhaps Annisha was having a better time :: Tae'Lynn Dran: No effect among Vulcans... or they simply won't admit to anything as emotional as a bad dream. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{As certain as we can be given the circumstances.}} Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing engineers pile into Main Engineering for the meeting:: +OPS+ I need to go. Kenyon out. Annisha: Just my father and when I go home I go to bed.. Chirakis: ::still paging through:: {{Are you affected?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I shall send your message right away. Ops out. Dacia Sandero: Could be as well, though I didn't notice anything different with their brain patterns. Could've been hiding it though. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{I am not.}} Jylliene: ::finishes editing the message, then sends it to command staff, notifying them of Kenyon's directive.:: Alexis McFarland: Aw, I see. Sorry you're having them again. Scott Coleridge: ::locates the doctors:: Alexis McFarland: Dr. Davis should help. Didn't she help you the first time? Jylliene: ::((Reminder, directive was all stimulants verboten for Engineering)):: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Scott:::Oh, hello there? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if he explained he needs someone from medical right away:: mimipavilion: ::sees Scott:: Oh hi Jylliene: ((nope, that was not mentioned)) Tarisa: ::Notices Scott entering.:: Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::Arrives in Engineering:: Chirakis: ::pages through one more time before exiting the office::: Scott Coleridge: Hello, doctors. I've come to volunteer myself for experimentation. Johnson Kenyon: ::Main engineering is filled with engineering staff trying to find seats. only standing room left:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'll take care of Scott. Dacia Sandero: Sure thing. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Volunteers, never really happens here. Dacia Sandero: That's incredible timing. Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: :::as she passes by the watch officer::: I will be in medical if I am needed. Scott Coleridge: I know! But I've had some interesting yet intermittent symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: (wait a minute... Dr. Pepper is a stimulant!) Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Hello. Scott Coleridge: So I thought I would add one more data point to your set. Dacia Sandero: (The irony.. lol) Johnson Kenyon: Nice to meet you, Doctor, were you briefed on this discussion? Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: I am curious Commander, have you recently had any sort of caffeine? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Never hurts, but I think there may be a temporary solution until we get the computer issue solved. Annisha: :: only sniffing now :: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the time for the meeting has come:: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Please take a seat. Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Yes, I have chief. Johnson Kenyon: Roger that... I'll start and have you near in case of questions Dacia Sandero: (Caffeine free Dr. Pepper) Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Yes, very well. Johnson Kenyon: (now you tell me) Chirakis: :::the command lift stops and she steps out to enter the medical complex::: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands on a chair:: Settle down everyone. I'll try to make this brief. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::joins the crowd come to poke and prod the Commander:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I had a great deal of caffeine yesterday, because I slept very poorly. Alexis McFarland: ::still hugs Annisha:: Aww. I wish I can do more to help Scott Coleridge: Last night I slept much better, and I haven't had any caffeine today. Johnson Kenyon: As you know, many of the crew are experiencing bad dreams and sleepiness... Tarisa: I see. Dacia Sandero: ::overhears:: Hmm. mimipavilion: That maybe the difference. mimipavilion: ::takes a tricorder and scans Scott:: Annisha: I don't want au to catch what I have. Johnson Kenyon: Medical and science are reviewing the problem and believe our stimulants are not helping the situation and may be contributing to the problem Alexis McFarland: Hmm, but we never killed anyone. Alexis McFarland: I killed a fly once that buzzed around my head, but that's it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still snuggling.:: I feel fine. Chirakis: ::takes a seat and waves off another doctor who approaches, then she rereads the information from Missouri:: Johnson Kenyon: Therefore, I am ordering all engineering staff to refrain from stimulant food and drinks until further notice. Tarisa: ::Perks up as she notices the Captain had entered.:: Annisha: As my father told me once, at the end of the day this is my demon alone. Johnson Kenyon: ::bit of an angry uproar is heard:: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WORK! Scott Coleridge: ::being scanned:: Chirakis: ::notices Tarisa as well, but continues to read::: Scott Coleridge: It was the strangest thing. I would have chalked it up to just a bad night's sleep, but Captain Chirakis and a few others looked very worn today. Scott Coleridge: I wonder if something's going around? mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan and looks at the analysis:: Dacia Sandero: ::goes over::: Oh hello, Captain. Are you also feeling symptoms too? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinking some tea :: Johnson Kenyon: ::raises arms high:: Yes, I know you would have that concern. So, I'm authorizing micro-breaks as needed to maintain alertness... Alexis McFarland: Hm, I hope you can conquer it.. ahh, again. Tarisa: ::Walking over.:: I do not usually frequent Medical, but I do find it odd that the Command Staff would both visit at the same time. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::quietly:: I'd also recommend trying to limit hours as much as you can to allow people to get rest. Chirakis: ::looks up when she realizes that Dacia is speaking to her::: Chirakis: Dr. Sandero. Apologies. I am somewhat absorbed in my work. Dacia Sandero: Of course, I can come back when you're ready. Chirakis: I had symptoms, but they seem to have subsided. Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Doctor:: Furthermore, any non essential duties will be curtailed to allow for additional off duty time Annisha: I heard a rumor from a shopkeeper who heard it from a customer who heard it from a maintenance crew who overheard a nurse who heard it in earshot of a Doctor that the whole station is having bad dreams. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you want to add anything? Chirakis: I'm in good health, Doctor. I can wait. Alexis McFarland: That might explain why so many people seem to be more edgier than usual. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes his eyes, mumbles:: Afai oi ai oe, falia oe lava. Johnson Kenyon: ::from the engineers present:: How's more sleep going to help with my nightmares! I can't sleep without getting them! Dacia Sandero: Dr Pepper> If you're feeling tired, try to take periodic breaks even if it is just to take a walk or something. Chirakis: :::actually waiting for Scott::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: splashes some water on his face, pretty sure the groundskeeper would not approve :: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Well, seems the caffeine consumption that you had yesterday is within limited perimeters. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at the doctor:: Anything for nightmares? Scott Coleridge: That's good to know. I think. Annisha: This seems like something my people would do, or would have done. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::thinks, more people having nightmares:: Maybe we can prescribe you some medication to help you all sleep. mimipavilion: ::notes the Captain at one of the biobeds:: There's something that I could use some help from you and the captain. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::backing away from the delta stealth fighter, he enters the lift and proceeds to the bridge::: Johnson Kenyon: ::addressing engineering:: If you have nightmares, see medical and they may prescribe something to help you sleep; Bottomline is the Stimulants are only hiding the problem Johnson Kenyon: We cannot rely on them anymore Johnson Kenyon: Now, the good Doctor and I will remain and talk to anyone who has questions. The rest of you are dismissed Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Dacia Sandero: ::Checks on their stock of sleep medication:: Annisha: I just want rest.. :: sighs :: Alexis McFarland: Maybe Dacia can give you something to sleep? But I think Medical is going to be busy. Dacia Sandero: We have a good stock. mimipavilion: ::Scott and Chirakis:: Could use some help going through duty shifts of those that have been affected by stimulants, like coffee and such, particularly those who have had multiple shifts. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: We're going to pick up from here, so no TBS Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: good SIM Chirakis: Good crews make good sims. Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  22. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Several of the crew continue to have bad dreams and/or hallucinations, both of which could easily be caused by stress. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering personnel are checking environmental systems.
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  28. SD 1222.2019 - No Sim (Christmas) SD 1229.2019 - No Sim (New Year's) SD 0105.2020 The Command team is returning from a briefing aboard the USS Yalta about the situation, everything else is suspiciously normal.
  29. MISSION BRIEF: Things have quieted down for the moment. Engineering along with command staff are inspecting the unusual device found aboard one of the Elasian vessels. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::has finished the cut and is pulling out the guts of the device:: Cptn Swain: ::Entering engineering, looking refreshed.:: Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, naturally :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is taking a science shift on the bridge. Val arrives to relieve the goldshirt at the helm, as well. :: William Chocox: Captain on deck. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in Engineering, uninvited - because EMPs are fun! :: Cptn Swain: As you were. William Chocox: Thank you Captain. Welcome to Engineering Lieutenant K'hal. Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Chief. Hope no one minds me crashing the party, but I'm intrigued. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Accompanying Swain to engineering to have a look at the EMP and Engineering's progress.:: Rhan K'hal: Back from lunch so soon, Carillon? Did you take time to chew? Cptn Swain: ::nods:: So, what are we dealing with? Maryse Dubois: ((hiya)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Uh... ::A bit in awe of the command staff. He tried to look busy.:: Irene Mincine: :: Val hmphs at Rhan. :: "You learn to eat pretty fast on the flight deck. Some people could take it as an example." William Chocox: We're just getting everything out of the device. We found what we think is the memory device. Ensign Reynolds was the one that spotted the memory first. ::holds up the memory portion:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, putting things back in order.:: Rhan K'hal: Wow, they keep the flight deck clean enough to eat off of? Rhan K'hal: I'll have to prod the shuttle bay crews harder. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Irene Mincine: :: Val's mismatched eyes narrow at Rhan. :: "We ran things tight down there." Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting in her office looking at the personnel files :: William Chocox: I was just about to attempt to access it and see who made it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene meanwhile, is monitoring the passive sensors for any signs of EMP discharge given the recent events. Don't want to get caught off guard. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins, full fangs:: I was---AM, friends with Commander d'Aubigne, Val. I know just how tight she ran it. Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Go ahead. Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: That's not Elasian technology for sure. Cptn Swain: But they have, over the years, used a number of suppliers for parts. William Chocox: Alright. ::gets it set up on a console that's not connected to the rest of the ship's network:: Let's see what secrets you hold... ::starts typing away:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods in agreement.:: Doesn't look like it. I'm curious to see if there's anything there that might give us some clue... ::He moved to have a look at the rest of the device.:: Hakran K'hal: :: crosses arms, watches :: William Chocox: Be my guest Commander. Irene Mincine: :: Val smiles in response to Rhan. :: "I like it that way, don't you?" Rhan K'hal: Depends on what "it" is. Somethings in 'Fleet have a rod inserted too far up the warp core shaft to my way of thinking. But operationally, certainly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He doesn't touch the device, but he does inspect it.:: If these ships are bound for Cardassia, I'd almost expect something Bajoran, but this doesn't look like their work, either. Irene Mincine: :: Val glances at her console, then looks up at the view of the planet through the main viewer. :: "Yeah, I tend to agree... sometimes. You have to run it that way in times of war." William Chocox: That's because it's Sheliak in origin...at least at the base level. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Agreed. ::Asher looked closer:: I am not sure its anything I am familiar with either. William Chocox: Software wise...the memory storage doesn't really have anything useful. Rhan K'hal: :: inclines head in acknowledgement of that sad fact :: Cptn Swain: Sheliak? Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Frowns.:: They're a bit reclusive, aren't they? Irene Mincine: Val> "Otherwise... well, you might end up like me here." :: Waves her prosthetic arm at Rhan. :: Hakran K'hal: ::grumbles:: So reclusive I don't even know who they are. William Chocox: Yeah. ::points at various things:: The translator is presenting it to me in English, but I have it tell me the original language. But there's nothing else beyond the base code here. EMP must've wiped it clean. Rhan K'hal: :: grim smile :: I bet you can punch better now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced at Hakran.:: Why don't you start digging into that and see what you can find out about them? Cptn Swain: ::Strokes his chin:: William Chocox: If you have trouble falling asleep you can read the treaty between the Federation and their government. Hakran K'hal: Gotta start somewhere. Something to drag Rhan into. Irene Mincine: :: Val thinks for a moment, then smiles back. :: "Yeah. It's certainly come in handy a few times. Though the gnarly old burn scars all over usually take care of things too." Rhan K'hal: Wimps. It gives you character. William Chocox: Legend has it it took almost four hundred legal experts to draft the treaty. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Looks back to Will.:: Do you know anything about their technology? Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah." :: She looks at her console. :: "I got plenty of that, huh." Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: Continue to find out what we can. I better inform command. Rhan K'hal: Don't you start moping unless you want to be Dr. Ryssan's guinea pig. William Chocox: Not really, but given how little interaction we've had with them I'd be hard pressed to find someone who does know anything. William Chocox: I'll learn what I can, though. Irene Mincine: :: Val shook her head. :: "Moping? Never. I had enough of those damn counselors while I was recovering." Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Hakran K'hal: I guess I'll go get to poking around. I'll let you know if I come across anything useful, Chief. Irene Mincine: :: Val shrugs lightly. :: "Counselors, doctors, cyberneticists for my eye and arm. I still don't know what the hell half of the specialists were there for. But I'm not a doctor or an engineer." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Do a complete breakdown and scan of the device. I want a report on everything there is to know about it. If any of the other components look like they were sourced elsewhere, I want to know that, as well. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns and heads out of engineering:: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Hakran to Mincine. Call someone up with need of bridge time. Get Rhan and join us in the science conference room. William Chocox: Aye sir. I'll get started right now. Hakran K'hal: :: follows Swain :: William Chocox: ::to Stanton:: How classified is this if I may ask sir? Hakran K'hal: Curiouser and curiouser, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: no need to be notified thanks to his ears :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nearly jumps out of her seat when her combadge chirps. :: "Aye, sir." :: She gestures to Rhan. :: "Sir, Lt. K'h-- the other-- Hakran wants us to head to the science meeting room." Rhan K'hal: No, you're not a doctor or an engineer, Val. You're one helluva pilot. Rhan K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: So I heard. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Right now? Very. Keep the files encrypted. This is definitely a 'need to know' project. Irene Mincine: Val> "Damn right." :: She grins and adjusts their orbital parameters just a bit on her console. Hakran K'hal: :: pulls up the basics on the Sheliak and gives it a speed read :: Well, well, well. Rhan K'hal: :: passes off operations to Ken :: William Chocox: Aye sir. Wanted to know before I reached out to see if someone did know anything about Sheliak tech. Cptn Swain: ::Enters into a lift and heads for his quarters:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Remind me to get info by printout when you're around." :: She departs for the science conference room and calls Tiran, the portly complainer from the jungle mission, up to the bridge to replace her. He does need some bridge time... :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> If you have contacts that might help, just pick their brains without disclosing what you have. I'm certain you can think of something to justify the research. Hakran K'hal: :: stops off on deck 7 and stops by his office before heading next door into the meeting room :: Rhan K'hal: :: with Irene :: I can still hack that. Indaura Ryssan: :: Was thinking of making the computer choose someone at random rather than waiting for the next disaster to leave emotional scars on the crew :: William Chocox: Got it. Thank you sir. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Arriving at the meeting room. :: "Ops people are very, very dangerous to get on the bad side of, huh?" Hakran K'hal: :: leaning back in one of the chairs in the round-tabled meeting room, reviewing info on a padd :: Rhan K'hal: Definitely. A security officer might punch you, or even shoot you. We can ruin your entire life. Hakran K'hal: :: looks up :: Is he being scary Rhan again? Rhan K'hal: :: full-fanged grin :: Rhan K'hal: Obee> :: with Rex presumably in charge, tries to catch up with the goings on, but stops and blinks repeatedly at the pale moonboy in blue that just arrived on the bridge :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yes." :: She takes a seat. :: "Nothing I can't handle, though. I may not have hacked a computer network since high school but the holodeck? That's mine." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Alright. I'll leave you to it, then. ::Nods and turns, heading for the lift.:: Rhan K'hal: Obee> :: or is it green? teal? turquoise? shakes head :: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels ears half back :: So long as you keep remembering to lock the door. Hakran K'hal: Anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Irene clears her throat to change the subject... :: "So what's up?" Hakran K'hal: We're on a classified info gathering mission here. You report to me, or if I fall out of an airlock, go to Stanton. Hakran K'hal: The device that caused the EMP is of Sheliak origin, but the device's memory had no other info as it was apparently wiped with the EMP. William Chocox: Ooh boy. Reynolds! I'm going to need your help on this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a brief ride in the lift, he stepped into medical to check on the transferred patients.:: Hakran K'hal: After refreshing my memory on the Sheliak, we have a very good reason to wonder why the hell one of the quadrants most accomplished hermits would suddenly either interfere with this ship transfer or be connected enough with someone that is involved. Irene Mincine: :: Irene whips out a padd and starts taking notes. :: "It sounds like you need a computer expert--" :: Gesturing to Rhan. :: "--more than a geneticist..." :: With a frown. :: Rhan K'hal: :: whistles, which is not a Caitian specialty thanks to the mouth architecture, but as usual he likes to show off :: Hakran K'hal: No, but I also need someone with an analytic mind and with the clearance to do this. Which is you and you, Irene. Cptn Swain: :In his quarters delivering the information to command:: Irene Mincine: :: She smiles at the praise. :: "Well, you've got that right." :: Her moods had really improved since their last mission, hadn't they? Indaura Ryssan: :: to herself :: Who is the most disturbed on this ship? :: taps her screen ::: Hakran K'hal: So, what's your level of familiarity with the Sheliak? :: looks at both :: Rhan K'hal: Beyond the Tau Cygna V incident and the general background, nothing specific. Cptn Swain: ACTION: The Entire crew comes up on Indura's list, except Stanton. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrms. :: "Just what my mother's told me about them from her work as a diplomat. They really, really don't like outsiders. She'd rather get jabbed with a painstick than try to even reach one of their negotiators." William Chocox: ((I want to take offense, but I feel like I can't.)) Rhan K'hal: (( hey, I'm weird as heck but well adjusted! )) Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Better than I did, I couldn't even remember them when their name came up, had to look them up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( LoL )) Cptn Swain: << If you've been aboard this ship for any amount of time, you have a psych profile lmfao >> Indaura Ryssan: :: Frowns :: Oh.. Maybe alphabetical. William Chocox: ::starts scanning:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "So we're starting from nothing, basically?" Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: +Stanton+ Swain to Stanton Hakran K'hal: Basically, but so long as we're discrete we can pull up whatever we need - if we hit any roadblocks, I'm assuming Stanton will unblock them. Rhan K'hal: :: blows a raspberry :: Please, like I... Hakran K'hal: No hacking. Rhan K'hal: Awwwwww Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Go ahead, Captain. Rhan K'hal: Party pooper. Hakran K'hal: :: looks to the ceiling, and presumably beyond, for patience :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrms. :: "Well, nothing is where you start in my discipline pretty often." :: She chuckles at their exchange. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Decides to send a message to... Mr. William Chocox for a mental checkup and cleaning :: Rhan K'hal: At least until they start pooing, then you have plenty. Hakran K'hal: :: puts his face in his paws :: Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Meet me in the transporter room in ::looks:: an hour. Rhan K'hal: What, tell me it's not accurate. William Chocox: ::looks at the ping:: Really? ::types back:: I'm kinda busy at the moment. Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Apparently we aren't the only ones to find one of these things. Irene Mincine: Iren> "If I have to see what comes out of a Sheliak on this mission, I'll throw myself into the warp core." Irene Mincine: :: Irene> :: Rhan K'hal: :: busts out laughing :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly surprised.:: +Swain+ Of course, sir. I'll meet you there. Hakran K'hal: Before this conversation devolves further, let's get to work, shall we? Cptn Swain: ...AND... Rhan K'hal: Did Hawthorne lend you her whip before she left? Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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