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  2. MISSION BRIEF: Down on the planet, Tandaris and his team bug Dazim for more answers. Though the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole are without power, efforts are underway to bypass their neural gelpacks. Taking precautions to avoid power outages caused by the gelpacks, the Excalibur has already begun bypassing all systems that use them. However, some systems in medical have already begun to fluctuate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: rolls his chair over to another piece of equipment, fiddles with it :: Hey Barty, remind me I want a fish sandwich for dinner. :: the computer AI responds with a ding :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::well armed, he takes up a position outside the lab to stand watch::: Tandaris Admiran: @::Dazim:: So are you going to help us, or do we have to strong-arm you some more? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Hmm, kablooey wasn't quite the result I was looking for. At least not again. :: looks over to Tandaris, rolls his eyes and his ears :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Again, I'm not fixing lunch here. I just need to get the protein sequence right. Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, watching some of her equipment flicker in and out.:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> And if you don't remember, I work better without annoying yammering in the background. If I wanted that, I'd turn it on the Federation News Network. Indaura Ryssan: What's going on doctor? Maryse Dubois: Our systems are being infected with what was causing the gelpacks to go bad. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> You'd be good on FNN, though you might want to consider lasering off the spots first. :: swivels back over to the original machine, starts making adjustments :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda opened the control panel for one of the impacted systems to have a look.:: I don't have my kit with me. Anything in here that I could use as a spanner? Indaura Ryssan: Infected? A virus or rogue computer program? William Chocox: #::On the MS trying not to destroy another EPS system:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: pulls out a test pack, shoves it into another machine and a swivel back to the test control :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to the storage room, coming back with a small kit, setting it by Miranda.:: This should work. ::Looking to Indaura.:: We don't know how it's being transmitted, but it's not a virus. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: glances over at Tandaris as the test starts :: The lights still all on up there? Tandaris Admiran: @::Dazim:: Hmm? Oh, I'm just trying to be quiet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pulls out something she think might work and disconnected the primary power source to remove the gelpack. The terminal went down completely.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, didn't you say it was some sort of syndrome? Indaura Ryssan: Great. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> It can learn. No wonder it has three pips. :: looks back to the screen :: Hmm. Hand me that hydrolyzer over there. It's even conveniently labeled. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Yes, Irumodic Syndrome, but we don't know how it's spreading. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Maybe some type of stimulus triggered it. ::She hefted the pack in her hand, but it looked fine to her. Still, she tossed it above her to the table so it could be tested and then disappeared under the console again to rewire the power.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Muffle:: A power surge or something that traveled through the system in a chain reaction... Tandaris Admiran: @::hands Dazim the hydrolyzer:: Maryse Dubois: Possibly. Engineering thinks the packs may have communicated with each other in some fashion. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: takes it, rotates the top knob a few half turns, and zaps the gelpack with it :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: watches with amusement as the abnormally yellowed gel begins to slowly turn its more usual aqua :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She slid out from under the console and waved a hand at Indaura.:: Do the honors and power it up. ::Rising, she reached for the gel pack she'd pulled from the console and tossed it to Maryse.:: Test that, will you? See if it is starting to show symptoms. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grabs a hypo, extracts a bit of the gel from that pack, injects it into another 'infected' pack :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Your lab facilities are quite first rate, btw. :: off-hand as he waits for the process to finish :: But you really do need more minions. Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the pack, setting it on a table scanner.:: This should take only a moment. Tandaris Admiran: @ They don't like giving me too many minions. Tandaris Admiran: @ So are you really not going to take any responsibility for ::gestures:: this? Indaura Ryssan: I've never heard of the packs communicating with each other. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She leaned on the next console, waiting for Indaura to start up the one she'd fixed.:: Yea, but there's a first time for everything. Hunter Matheson: @ ::meanwhile, the minion stands outside, watching, staying away from the grunts and ignoring their comments::: Maryse Dubois: ::Getting the results.:: Definitely showing degradation. Early signs of Irumodic. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted.:: Just great. +Tandaris+ Hawthorne to Admiran. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: flicks Tandaris an annoyed look :: Since you've managed to stick your nose too far in and discover my role in this, which I will totally say "I told you so" to Minister Gagaris when it was his bright idea to have me work with you, I will say I'm taking as much responsibility as is mine. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grabs the 2nd pack, tosses it to Tandaris :: Since you're the one with the transporter, you might want to find somewhere to test plugging that into a compromised system. As this is my personal private lab, I don't have room for a full test system. Tandaris Admiran: @+Hawthorne+ Admiran here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ Our gel packs are starting to show signs of the same syndrome. Is the rogue K'hal close to creating a cure? We're taking our systems offline to bypass, but they're degrading faster than we can bypass them. Tandaris Admiran: @+Hawthorne+ I actually have a prototype we could test. Indaura Ryssan: Irumodic. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working on helm::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ Good. Both the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole are completely without power now. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> It's not a perfect solution, mind. It will dumb down the gel to what it's supposed to be so it stops waking up other gel, and it will stop the further degradation of the neural connections, but it won't fix existing damage. You'll still need to replace all your gel eventually, but this "seeder" gelpack should spread through an entire system. Theoretically. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> As you can understand with all your armed goons lurking around, I'm under the gun more literally than I'd prefer for my working practices. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::pretty darned glad they were at station keeping, but wondering how long they'll stay that way if systems shut down::: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::But TV and MC aren't pulled into the gravitational field, so he's not going to worry. Yet.::: Tandaris Admiran: @::Dazim:: And it'll remain that way for now. Mr. Matheson! Hunter Matheson: @ ::hears his name and pokes his head in::: Sir? Indaura Ryssan: We need to cut their connection. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, at least there's help on the way. ::She looked around medical.:: Any other systems that need to be bypassed immediately? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: runs a paw through his scraggly mane while muttering various imprecations on the military state :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::steps in, his hand dangling close to his sidearm:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: also taps a button on one of his panels :: Tandaris Admiran: @::Matheson:: I'm returning to Excalibur. Stay here and keep an eye on him. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, sir. ::takes position close by, but not close enough to interfere with his work:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking around.:: Nothing essential anyways. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Oh, joy. :: starts making more seeder packs :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Hawthorne :: Tandaris Admiran: @+Excalibur+ One to beam up. Rhan K'hal: +Tandy+ Acknowledged, Commander. :: pushes the beamy button :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: Hunter :: Where are my manners. While you're, rather illegally mind you, holding me hostage in my own lab, on a planet of the Tamarn Empire, of whom I am an employee, you are more than welcome to help yourself to the air in the room. And if necessary a bottle of fresh spring water from the cooler in the wall. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Puts the medical tools back into the kit and hands them off to Maryse.:: Well, hopefully engineering will have bypassed all of the gel systems before there are any other issues. If not, let me know. I don't mind getting my hands dirty now and then. Feels like old times. William Chocox: # I think I’m almost done here with the conduits. Tandaris Admiran: ::materializes on Excalibur:: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the kit.:: Thank you, Commander. Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Bridge to Commander Hawthorne, ChEng back aboard. The rest of the team is still on planet. Maryse Dubois: Maybe Tandaris has that fix they were talking about. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Engineer> ::Looks at Will:: If you're done there, then you can help reboot the power systems for decks three through seven. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning. )) William Chocox: # On it. ::heads that way to work on it:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: begins packing the seeder packs into containers, mutters to self :: After we fix this planet I'm demanding a raise. Talk about non-union working conditions. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Acknowledged. Rhan K'hal: :: eyes the MSD on the aft wall, watching various systems go down here and there, thankfully on purpose as the systems are shifted to non-gel :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  3. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1230 hours (12:30 PM) Aegis local. Aegis has lost communication contact with Adriatic, even though Adriatic’s communication systems are fully functional. They continue to investigate the temporal fold that befell the Ma’ev, and search for any evidence of the ancient Vulcan diaspora, the Lore Kings. Perhaps a clue has been found when the viewscreen suddenly lights up with layers of overlapping energy patterns. At the center is a wedge shaped object with protruding panels, similar to an ancient satellite. Meanwhile, Alpha Squadron attempts to reestablish communication with Adriatic.
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  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #972, STARDATE 51712.11 = /\ = The Manticore was pulled through a black hole just as we jump started the warp drive and got stuck in a pocket of Hyper Subspace. It protected the ship while allowing us to travel at unbelievably high speeds and great distances. We "popped the bubble" with a photon torpedo and found ourselves in unknown space. We tried to send sensor probes to expand our view, but a terrible explosion at the launch site killed all Sci personnel on duty, leaving just T'Prise, Bren Faliver and SciGuy. After a lengthy repair period, we started to move, only to find a group of taciturn and unfriendly ships, the Gorn! Our warp engines are knocked out (Again?!) and we continue to evade and attempt to find our way home, under cloak and running silent. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #972, STARDATE 51712.11 = /\ = 171211.log
  6. USS REPUBLIC MISSION BRIEFING 51712.04 - SEASON 26 The Away Team has been down investigating the strange happenings and readings that have been picked up at the dam location down on the planet and working Dalon Nvechkionarshiv (Dalon for short). The team is debating if they need to look for more clues to the shimmering lights and strange tricorder readings. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM ACTION:: Dalon's assistant has pulled out a map, and has marked the locations around the dam, and up approximately in the mountainous region where the strange shimmer and anomalous readings have been taken place. Rue Wydown: Looks like we're going for a hike. Grab your gear kids. August Jax Robinson: ::scans the map with the ones their scanners to and overlaps them to see if anything stands out to her:: STSF_BluRox: Dalon> You have to be really careful if you go up there. Too close to this area shaded in red, and whatever vehicle you have taken will cease to work. The propulsion units will seize up and actually bend shap. So, we knew there was something bad about working up there, hence, we moved our operation down here Heather Jamieson: When can we get to that location of the 'apparitions'? August Jax Robinson: Apparitions? STSF_BluRox: You can go anytime you like, though, we don;'t always see them. However, the shimmering seems to show up more so when any type of machinery or technology is interactive Heather Jamieson: :: Looks at Jax :: Just what they are calling them. Pretty sure they are not ghosts. August Jax Robinson: you sure sweetie? August Jax Robinson: *sweet0pea Heather Jamieson: I am not your sweetie. August Jax Robinson: *Sweet-Pea August Jax Robinson: {{to much Riverdale LOL}} Heather Jamieson: :: Makes note of the shimmering showing up in the presence of technology in operation Heather Jamieson: :: Wonders what mood her old friend August was in :: Rue Wydown: There's just a bunch of red flags all over here, isn't there? STSF Seiben: ::follows people around:; Heather Jamieson: :: Looks out and scans in the directions they were indicating. Nods at Wydown :: Rue Wydown: Let's leg it then. I want to see more of the area. Heather Jamieson: Lets STSF Seiben: Yes Heather Jamieson: :: Moves to Seiben :: Watch our six. :: smiles :: August Jax Robinson: ::Looks at the Local Dude:: do you have any alternative transport? August Jax Robinson: Horse, Mule.. wagons STSF_BluRox: ((omg, were you guys even born yet when the Archies comics first came out?) lol STSF Seiben: (was not born in 1941 ) STSF_BluRox: (lol) August Jax Robinson: {{ the CW has a show "Riverdale" it's pretty good! to my dismay}} STSF_BluRox: (howbaout the cartoon 1968?lol) STSF_BluRox: Dalon> Well, you can take a craft or even your craft safely up to the ridgeline, but past that, I'm not sure you want to be chancing that fancy shuttl e of yours STSF Seiben: (I remember that cartoon., and Josie and the Pussycats) Rue Wydown: Jax, let's go. ::all ready leading the others away, wondering what's taking her so long:: Heather Jamieson: The ridgeline will be good. :: continues to scan :: Rue Wydown: ::once they are out of earshot of Dalon:: Okay folks, I seriously need to know what your theories are. What's going on here? You've seen the readings. Heather Jamieson: If what they see is due to technology that will make this much easier to find. Rue Wydown: How so? STSF_BluRox: Dalon> :: rolls his eyes at the Away Team and their meaningless, less than helpful questions:: Hey!! :: turns to his work crew:: Stop standing around staring at the strangers. Their not the apparitions, and those turbines are not going to fix themselves. Get to work! Heather Jamieson: If we can trigger these things we can scan to determine their cause. Rue Wydown: And how do you suggest we do that? August Jax Robinson: lets get walking STSF Seiben: OK Rue Wydown: They said we could take the shuttle as far as the ridgeline. ::sighs:: That make this go faster. Heather, I want plans on how you mean to trigger the 'things' before we're airborne. Seiben, make sure you don't stray too far STSF Seiben: Yes sir... August Jax Robinson: to bad they don't have any live stock to get us moving fast once we hit that point Rue Wydown: Jax, now that you've seen the machinery, what are your thoughts...besides horses and mules. August Jax Robinson: ::Looks up, shielding her eyes from the sun:: could be another Race, sparking some kinda distortion to keep people away August Jax Robinson: or the Boogie Man STSF_BluRox: @+COM+ Commander Wydown. This is Holly sending an update to the scans we had taken earlier. We confirm that there are readings similar to some spacial anomaly's we've seen in our travels, but not sure why we're seeing these coming from the planet Heather Jamieson: (sorry) Rue Wydown: +Republic+ Thanks. Can you scan the report to Heather's tricroder, please? Heather Jamieson: :: Eagerly looking at the new readings coming in :: STSF_BluRox: @ +COM+ Will do. We are working on our analysis now, but it's similar to something we've seen with collapsing stars. We will continue to scan from orbit Rue Wydown: ::enters the shuttle:: Let's head up the mountain to see what we can see. Heather, how are we going to trigger these things ::snaps her belt in place:: August Jax Robinson: ::enter the shuttle STSF Seiben: ::hops into the shuttle;: Rue Wydown: I don't think the Boogie man is the option. But I like your thinking on the rest, Jax. Heather Jamieson: :: enters :: STSF Seiben: ::Gets the shuttle ready for launch:: ACTION: The Republic sends down data to Heather's tricorder noting the areas of the greatest indication of the anomalous readings. 1) The center of the lake near the base of the dam, and up in the mountains near the central plateau along the river that flows down to the lake below Heather Jamieson: We have two locations to consider, the lake and mountains. Rue Wydown: Well, what do you think we should try first? August Jax Robinson: we can go together, or split up, and when I say split up - I mean I am not with Heather Heather Jamieson: Jax, we were getting so close. Rue Wydown: What's wrong with her? Cooties? Heather Jamieson: I've had my shots. Heather Jamieson: :: Looks concerningly at the data :: August Jax Robinson: She has the Hots for my Husband August Jax Robinson: So.... Space Rue Wydown: Why do you think we should split up? August Jax Robinson: Although if she wants to baby sit his kids I have no objections August Jax Robinson: 2 spots with the same freak on... PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox STSF Seiben: ::Paused:; STSF_BluRox: Ok, remember to look at the data that Holly sent, it will be helpful Rue Wydown: Thanks guys STSF_BluRox: Think back to your high school or college physics and astronomy too! Yea space! Heather Jamieson: I'm thinking Jax may not like Heather... STSF_BluRox: You think!? STSF Seiben: Ya space STSF Seiben: lol STSF_BluRox: Wait, are you just now figuring that out!? Rue Wydown: I've gotta go guys. I'll see you next week STSF Seiben: Goodnight Rue Wydown: Gnight all August Jax Robinson: I only like Will STSF_BluRox: Night all, Crew Dismissed
  7. OFFICIAL LOG LIEUTENANT JOHN RANDALL USS CHALLENGER (Personal Log Stardate 11712.11) John finished entering the pile of PADDs into the computer and sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes to rest them for a few moments, then decided he would go aboard the starbase and see what it had to offer in terms of entertainment and cuisine. He arose from the chair after powering down the computer, and made his way out of engineering. Randall rode the turbolift to his deck and made his way down the corridor, entering his cabin. He went into the bedroom, stripped off his uniform, and donned civilian clothes. He then left his cabin and walked back down the corridor to the turbolift. He rode it to deck ten, where the transporter room was located. He exited the lift and strode to the transporter room. He entered, told the chief where he wanted to go, and ascended the dais. He then glanced at the chief, who nodded, and said, "Energize." He shimmered out of existence. John materialized in the starbase transporter room, nodded to the officer present, and descended from the dais. He made his way out of the transporter room and walked over to where there was a schematic of the starbase building plan on the wall, showing where to go in case of an emergency. He studied it for a moment, then walked to a nearby turbolift. "Deck 2," he said, and the lift whisked him away. It arrived at its destination and he exited the car. He began walking down the corridor and ducked into the first restaurant he came to. He sat down at a nearby table and ordered a chicken dinner from the pretty waitress. His food came a few moments later and he proceeded to devour the meal, not realizing how hungry he had actually been. During the meal, he looked casually around the restaurant, and spotted a very pretty redhead a few tables over. He considered going over to meet her, then a thought of T'Mira, his Vulcan-Romulan lady friend, popped into his head, and he thought better of the impulse. He finished the meal, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and sat back in his chair. He casually surveyed the room again, then his eyebrows rose as he saw SMC Sergeant Hunter Matheson and Lieutenant Dyan Sylvanis sitting together a few tables over from his location. They looked very cozy, he thought, then he raised his eyebrow again as Matheson had apparently seen him, and raised his arm to beckon him over. John smiled in return, and arose from his table, making his way over to where the couple was sitting. "Hello, Sergeant, Lieutenant," he said as he found a seat at the table, then noticed Lieutenant Dvokr chim Hok at the table as well, and nodded to the Tellarite. "Hey, Lieutenant," answered Matheson as Randall sat down. "What brings you to these parts?" Sylvanis said, "Hello, Chief," and John nodded to her. "Just finished a seminar back on Earth, and hopped a ship to bring me to the Challenger," Randall answered, and Matheson nodded as another female arrived at their table. John didn't know her, and so regarded her with mild interest until Matheson arose from the table, and got the new arrival a chair. She gave him a grateful look and sat down. She then held her glass up and gave a small toast to the military couple, and Randall's eyebrows rose. They all obviously knew each other, and he sat there sipping a glass of sparkling water he had brought over with him. He was then mildly surprised when the female turned to look directly at him. "Hi," she said. "I'm Lieutenant Caitlin Townshend." John's eyebrows rose as he thought, 'So this is Anastasia's replacement.' He smiled and replied, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Townshend. I am Lieutenant John Randall, the chief engineer of the Challenger." Caitlin's eyes widened as she said, "Ohhhh, you're him. I'm the new science officer." Randall wasn't sure about the tone of her voice, so he kept his own carefully neutral as he answered, "Welcome aboard the Challenger, Lieutenant. I hope you enjoy your stay with us." She gave him a brief smile, then asked, "Is it true you once chased a Starfleet admiral through a wormhole?" John noticed Matheson and Sylvanis exchange glances at the question, then the lady lieutenant pilot answered, "It was actually a general," and her voice had a strange tone to it. The gunnery sergeant merely nodded. Townshend glanced at Randall, who said, "I........wasn't aboard the ship for that one. I was busy escaping the Romulans." Caitlin's eyes widened again, but she said, "I've often wondered what Romulans are like." John said, "Imagine a Vulcan with emotions, some darker than humans." The science officer shook her head. "I was raised on Vulcan," she answered, which made John raise his eyebrows. "It's.....hard to imagine a Vulcan with emotions," she finished. John said, "You could say the Romulans are the cousins the Vulcans don't claim," and that remark elicited a strange look from the young science officer. She then said, "It's been an.....interesting...... time aboard the Challenger so far. I'm not used to this much.......adventure." John smiled and said, "That's just the way things tend to run aboard the Challenger." He then addressed the table. "I'm sure the brass has some more....interesting.....assignments coming up for us." Everyone at the table nodded as John took another sip of his sparkling water. The conversation then lagged a bit as everyone seemed to direct their thoughts inward upon themselves. END LOG
  8. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #972, STARDATE 51712.11 = /\ = The Manticore was pulled through a black hole just as we jump started the warp drive and got stuck in a pocket of Hyper Subspace. It protected the ship while allowing us to travel at unbelievably high speeds and great distances. We "popped the bubble" with a photon torpedo and found ourselves in unknown space. We tried to send sensor probes to expand our view, but a terrible explosion at the launch site killed all Sci personnel on duty, leaving just T'Prise, Bren Faliver and SciGuy. After a lengthy repair period, we started to move, only to find a group of taciturn and unfriendly ships, the Gorn! Our warp engines are knocked out (Again?!) and we continue to evade and attempt to find our way home, under cloak and running silent. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #972, STARDATE 51712.11 = /\ =
  9. SD 1210.2017 Down on the planet, Tandaris and his team bug Dazim for more answers. Though the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole are without power, efforts are underway to bypass their neural gelpacks. Taking precautions to avoid power outages caused by the gelpacks, the Excalibur has already begun bypassing all systems that use them. However, some systems in medical have already begun to fluctuate.
  10. The Arcadia crew docks in a bay at Lunite Station. They try to tell a station repair crew and a Traffic Investigations officer that the shuttle contents are classified. The repair crew accepts the explanation and promises to bring repair parts. The TIA officer is skeptical, but seems to be accepting it. chatlog2017-12-3.txt
  11. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: 8 Dec 2017 - Challenger crew are in SB 79 after dropping off the Orion pirates and the freighter crew they rescued. The crew are enjoying some well deserved time off in the station Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions?? TBS was 2 hours Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::wherever he was before - bar maybe, eating a burger?::: John Randall: ::finishes up entering the PADDs into the computer, and leaves engineering:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the table with Kal and Hok.:: Hunter Matheson: :with Syl and Hok?:: Hunter Matheson: ::sweet:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Avoided ordering bacon.:: John Randall: ::rides the lift to his deck, and goes down the corridor to his cabin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::down in the market place after chatting with the station CO:: Hunter Matheson: ::finished the burger, now making little figures with fries - and munching on a few:: John Randall: ::strips off his uniform and changes into civvies; decides to go aboard the starbase and check it out:: Hunter Matheson: (Whoa, Randall. TMI, man) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) John Randall: (no more than usual, Matheson ) Hunter Matheson: (true - it'll take a while) John Randall: ::goes to the transporter room and beams over to the base:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: So, you're pretty quiet tonight. Some'n on your mind? ::dip, munch:: Hunter Matheson: ::calls for another round::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Snatches a couple fries.:: Not really. Kinda curious what our next move is. Hunter Matheson: ::orderly:: Hey, more fries if you got 'em. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: I try to not think about those things. It's the stuff you obsess over that gets you. What really happens is always different. John Randall: ::ducks into the first restaurant he comes to, and orders a fried chicken dinner:: Hunter Matheson: Like... am I gonna die this time? Eaten by a monster? ::smirk, dip, munch::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: I'm not thinking that in depth. Just curious if we are going pirate hunting again, or maybe moving to a new sector. John Randall: ::surveys the room while he eats:: Hunter Matheson: ::he nods:: New sector might be good. Getting to know the territory a little too well. ::shrugs, leans back for the next round and a fresh pile of fries::: John Randall: ::notices a pretty redhead a couple of tables over, starts to get up and go over, then T'Mira comes into his mind, and sits back down:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exams various things for sale in the markets:: Hunter Matheson: ::spots Randall with his chicken and leans toward Syl:: Hey. The El Tee's here. Randall. ::nods in his direction:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sips on her ice tea.:: I guess it just depends where the brass want us. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. Prolly. Caitlin Townshend: ::wanders into this restaurant, looking very lost, wondering why all these starbases seem to be laid out differently:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks over.:: Are you sure it's him? Wonder what he's doing on this station? Maybe he's coming back. John Randall: ::finishes his dinner, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and sits back in his chair:: Hunter Matheson: Hey. We sure could use a good engineer. John Randall: ::sees Caitlin Townshend enter the restaurant, but doesn't know it's her, having never met her:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa.. seems like everyone's coming in. ::nods in Cait's direction:: Dyan Sylvanis: This must be more popular than we thought. John Randall: ::turns his head and sees Matheson and Sylvanis sitting together, looking rather cozy:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads towards the restaurant as well.. why do things always work out like that?:: Hunter Matheson: Think so. ::catches Randall's look and waves him over::: Think we can find out? Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the bar, looks around:: Caitlin Townshend: ::noticing Matheson and Sylvanis but not wanting to interrupt them, she just orders a drink, yawning a little:: John Randall: ::notices Matheson's wave, smiles, and arises from his chair; makes his way over to them:: Dyan Sylvanis: CBCO Hok> ::Slides over to make more room.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves at Caitlin.:: John Randall: ::smiles at them:: Hello, Sergeant, Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson: ::standing, pulls up a chair:: Hey. Lieutenant. What brings you to this little corner of the galaxy? Dyan Sylvanis: Hello, Chief. Hunter Matheson: Good seein' you. Hunter Matheson: (think I lost track of who's NCO and who's COM) John Randall: ::nods thanks for the chair:: You, too. Just finished a seminar back on Earth, and hopped a ship to bring me here. Dyan Sylvanis: ((I call him Chief since he's Chief Engineer.)) John Randall: ((cool)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Not Chief as in rank.)) Hunter Matheson: ::pulls up a chair for Townshend:: So, you comin' aboard? (thanks - need a refresher course) Hunter Matheson: (so I'm the only NCO?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((yep)) Caitlin Townshend: ((I am a junior grade lieutenant, for the record)) John Randall: ::nods:: As far as I know, the captain hasn't banished me, I don't think. ::smiles:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::a turtle walks into a bar... and orders a drink. Not a very funny punchline:: Hunter Matheson: (gotcha) Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her eyebrows, then nods:: Sure. Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted company. Caitlin Townshend: ::gripping her drink a bit tightly:: Dyan Sylvanis: We were having dinner with Mr. Hok here. Hunter Matheson: :::scrunching everyone in, the orderly pulls up another table for 'em::: And there's the skipper. Dyan Sylvanis: CBCO Hok> ::Is being pretty quiet.:: John Randall: Looks like you guys have been a bit busy, I read the report on the Challenger's last mission. Caitlin Townshend: ::turns to the unfamiliar Randall:: Hi, Lieutenant Caitlin Townshend. Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: Yes, sir. Got a bunch of nasties corralled and branded. John Randall: ::looks at her:: Pleased to meet you, Ms. Townshend. I am Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Challenger. Caitlin Townshend: Ohhhhhh. You're him. Caitlin Townshend: ::has heard... things:: Caitlin Townshend: I'm the new science officer. Hunter Matheson: ::wondering if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but waves to the barkeep to bring a round hoping that his credit is still good::: John Randall: ::smiles uncertainly:: Um....yes. Welcome aboard the Challenger, Lieutenant. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. Hunter Matheson: ::cause, you know, he hasn't checked it in... well... quite a while:: Caitlin Townshend: ::nervous smile:: It's certainly a more … active … assignment. Caitlin Townshend: It's been a long time since I had such an adventure. Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her glass at Sylvanis and Matheson:: Got to hand it to you Marines. I don't know how you do that for a living. John Randall: We have had......our share of some interesting assignments, wouldn't you agree, Sergeant? Hunter Matheson: ::holding it for Townshend::: Standard procedure, ma'am. ::Randall:: Yes, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: ::holding a chair, that is:: Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down:: Caitlin Townshend: Is it true you once chased a rogue Starfleet admiral through a wormhole? Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes into his chair as the orderly brings the round:: Dyan Sylvanis: General actually. :;Shudders at the thought of Wiley.:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl, wondering if they should talk about that or if it's sealed::: John Randall: I......wasn't around for that one. Was busy escaping the Romulans. Hunter Matheson: ::but it's out of the box, so he lets her fly with it:: Caitlin Townshend: Or that you single-handedly stopped an invasion of Earth by sentient, synthetic squids? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Your cut out is still at the table with us.)) Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Hok) Caitlin Townshend: ::Randall:: Romulans? What are they like? Dvokr chim Hok: ((Why is it wet and smells of ale?)) Caitlin Townshend: ((Turns out your cardboard cutout does not hold his liquor as well as you.)) Caitlin Townshend: ((We didn't spring for the super-absorbent model.)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Kal went a little overboard with the rounds.)) John Randall: ::smiles at Caitlin:: Imagine a Vulcan with emotions, some darker than humans. Hunter Matheson: (yeah - don't think I'll have any credit left after this) Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her eyebrow, somewhat Vulcan-like:: I was raised on Vulcan. It's strange trying to picture one showing emotion, though. John Randall: You could say the Romulans are the cousins Vulcans don't claim. Hunter Matheson: ::dip, munch, splats some hot sauce on his nose::: Hunter Matheson: ::coughing, looks for a napkin:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Giggles as she looks at Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::getting desperate::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (back.. sorry, got a phone call.) John Randall: ::had brought his glass of sparkling water with him, sips on it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Dvokr chim Hok: :: More drink :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gives him her napkin.:: Hunter Matheson: :::sigh of relief, he nods thanks::: John Randall: Think it'll be interesting to see where the brass sends us next. ::to the table at large:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::discussing ongoing situations with the Klingon and Romulans with the station CO and XO:: Dyan Sylvanis: ((In the bar?)) Hunter Matheson: (just give 'em some ale, cap) Dvokr chim Hok: If you ask me the Klingons and Romulans will never get along. Centuries of bad blood. Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh, nope)) John Randall: ::sips on his water, casting his thoughts inward:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sorry I was quiet but you all seemed to enjoy your time at the bar. We'll continue a few hours later ready to move onto our next plot. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed...have a great week everyone
  12. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/8/17 - 10:03 PM=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1115 hours - 11:15 AM Aegis local. The Adriatic, LTCDR Lawliet in command, is investigating the temporal fold. A planet in the system showed anomalous readings. As they approached, communication between Adriatic and Aegis became garbled. They detected a ship in orbit, and it turned out to be Adriatic. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::on Adriatic bridge, looking over the sensors for any glitches:: Chirakis: ::not pleased, watching Lackey try to regain communications:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Keeping an eye on tactical :: Lawliet: # ::on the bridge:: Commander Tarisa, could it be possible we're simply looking at a reflection of some kind? mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Fletcher Jackson: # :::frustrated and not a little scared::: Dacia Sandero: # ::in the sickbay in Adriatic:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::keeps telling himself this is not happening:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Gila Orrak: :: Where she is :: Chirakis: Lackey> Sorry, Captain. ::Ramson:: something is interfering. Tarisa: # ::At science. Not sure what she is looking at.:: It...is possible. However, knowing that the Ma'ev was caught in a time anomaly... It is likely that we may be facing the same. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Tactical readings are spotty at best. Chirakis: Lackey> Aux ops/tac is working with me but it's just not working. KelsaViegnor: ::having lunch at Blubby's. Beginning to like the place, oddly.:: Scott Coleridge: ::watching:: Gila Orrak: :: Finds Kelsa at Blubby's :: You? Here? Tarisa: Miana> ::Had been cat napping in the park, next to Alexis.:: mimipavilion: ::works on a plan to block or shield the crew from the effects:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> A temporal reflection could be possible. Sensor contact is too short to make any educated guesses though. Fletcher Jackson: # ::Lawliet:: Can't get a handle on the com, Captain. Every now and then I get a signal, but.. ::shakes his head:: KelsaViegnor: ::slight shrug:: It's growing on me. Excellent milkshakes. Lawliet: # ::shakes his head:: No. What happened to the Ma'ev was different. This could vary well be a different temporal anomaly. Alexis McFarland: ::Cat naps next to Miana and probably Annisha:: Lawliet: # ::takes a moment:: Alright. Everyone listen carefully... Fletcher Jackson: # ::looks up:: Dacia Sandero: # ::stands in the back of the bridge, listening:: Tarisa: # ::Ear perks and pivots.:: Lawliet: # ::turns to everyone in turn:: Mr. Jackson, bring us to full stop and re-establish communications with Aegis. Chirakis: Mr. Lackey, are the fighters in the area, or are they out of communications? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting a massage :: Fletcher Jackson: # Coming to full stop, aye. KelsaViegnor: On duty? Lawliet: # ::Tarisa:: Commander, run a diagnostic on all sensor systems. Make sure this isn't a glitch. Tarisa: # ::Nods, beginning diagnostics.:: Chirakis: Lackey> Yes, ma'am. Lawliet: # ::Cayne:: Commander, until further notice we can't rule out anything. Bring us to condition yellow for the time being. Chirakis: Contact them for an update. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am. ::shifts to squadron lead:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Sensor blips of Adriatic's phantom self repeating at a regular rate Lawliet: # ::Jorahl:: SubCommander, coordinate with all department heads. I want a meeting with the senior staff at the top of the hour. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I have never ruled out anything. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Yellow alert Dacia Sandero: # ::heads back into the sickbay:: Annisha: :: Going to eat at Blubby's :: Gila Orrak: :: Sits herself :: Alexis McFarland: Blubby! ::follows Annisha:: Tarisa: # ::Keeping a record on how frequent the phantom appears.:: Lawliet: # ::to everyone else:: Keep focused on your duties. We'll figure this out together. Let's get to work. KelsaViegnor: ::smiles:: Your job seems to suit you well. Chirakis: Lackey> +Alpha 1+ Aegis. Respond. Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana's hand as she follows along:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting a massage by a very beautiful woman of an unknown species, and a man from the same species was working on Jylliene :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily following, tail swishing about.:: Jylliene: @::darn near falling asleep mid-massage:: Tarisa: # Diagnostics complete. Sensors are working perfectly. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Cayne was used to long spans of silence, but in a ship was different :: Chirakis: Lackey> +Alpha 1+ Alpha 1, Aegis. Respond. Lawliet: # ::to Tarisa:: Commander, until you can assure me on the status of the sensor system...relay all sensor data to my ready room. Chirakis: ::steps toward OPS:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::towards Tarisa:: If we could ID if there is any reflection of the probe we launched, we could possibly triangulate the anomaly. Gila Orrak: :: Smiles at Kelsa :: Thanks... I like to think getting back to this has helped me. This is surely not Cardassia or their military. Lawliet: # ::turns to Jorahl:: You have the bridge SubCommander. I'll be reviewing the data in the ready room. KelsaViegnor: No, it is not. Chirakis: Lackey> Switching to emergency frequency. +Alpha 1+ Alpha 1, Aegis. Respond. Tarisa: # ::Nods, relaying the data. Looks to Jorahl.:: Yes, of course. ::Works to begin a triangulation.:: Lawliet: # ::walks out into the corridor and down to the ready room:: Gila Orrak: So many species here. I'm not sure how the Federation integrated them into their...federation. Chirakis: Alpha 1 > ::static:: Aegis, Alpha 1 responding. We have lost Adriatic. Searching now. Come back. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders:: Chirakis: Lackey> Boosting connection. Going to full audio. Lawliet: # ::enters his office and sits down behind his desk:: Computer, display all sensor data for the past three hours. Annisha: :: Has her uku on her back :: KelsaViegnor: Well, it's certainly simpler when you consider that they need to *desire* integration to enter the Federation. Chirakis: Lackey> +Alpha 1+ Alpha 1, Aegis. Say again. Gila Orrak: It's not like they have not been at it for a while. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Currently the probe is probably too faint to project a noticeable shadow. We will have to make some educated guesses as where to look. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: Chirakis: Alpha 1 > ::clear:: Aegis, Alpha 1 responding. We have lost Adriatic. Searching now. Come back. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Alexis McFarland: ::follows Annisha:: You've been getting better lately. Are you going to start busking in the park or the food court? Chirakis: ::and Ramson:: Lawliet: # ::searching through every byte of data:: Scott Coleridge: We shouldn't jump to conclusions. mimipavilion: ::looking through information for anything to deal with the temporal loop:: Chirakis: Agreed. Annisha: I think so... those Vulcans taught me a lot and help me over subspace. Scott Coleridge: There're many things that could interfere with a comm signal beyond the Adriatic itself being caught in the phenomenon. Tarisa: # ::Nods, bringing up a zone on a map. Pointing.:: Here.....and here. KelsaViegnor: It's interesting, Federation history. Though certainly peppered with a fair bit of... less exciting periods. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Watching the computer tackle the sensor data :: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, I think you could make a lot of credits Fletcher Jackson: # ::keeps an open com to Aegis and the fighters:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: We can dance for you. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Assuming a typical type 1 spacial anomaly, that would be a good starting point. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::adjusting sensor bandwidths:: Chirakis: Lackey> +Alpha 1+ Aegis. Acknowledged, loud and clear. Stand by. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::allotting more computer run time to sensor analysts.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to the masseuse :: That feels great sweets... Chirakis: Lackey> ::increases gain::: Jylliene: @ ::sleepily raises eyebrow at that:: Gila Orrak: :: Sees the kids :: Tarisa: # ::Focusing in on those areas.:: Annisha: :: starts playing something from an old group named Guster...:: Alexis McFarland: ::orders a Blubby burger with cheese combo:: Lawliet: # ::reviews sensor data with known phenomena:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Also orders her food.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The masseuse says something, but Nijil can't understand :: What? KelsaViegnor: ::glances over at the kids, then back to Gila:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # What a mess this place is... mimipavilion: ::finds info on dechyons and dives deeper into the subject:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I think I'd take the cold moon or Andor or the desert of Vulcan over this place. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::takes a moment and looks back at the sensor readings coming from phantom Adriatic:: Fletcher Jackson: # Not exactly the place I planned to live in for a while. Fletcher Jackson: # ::Jorahl:: Think it could be a reflection, sir? Maybe we're looking in a mirror? Alexis McFarland: ::gets her food and sits down near Annisha busking:: Annisha: :: sings :: You're my satellite...you're riding with me tonight, passenger side, up in the sky, always the first star that I find... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::ops:: Possible. Chirakis: Lackey> ::waiting for orders for the fighters from someone::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Maintain position, but rotate the ship 180 degrees along our Y axis. Alexis McFarland: ::eats her burger:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits and begins eating her chicken sandwich.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Look for any changes in our shadow's orientation. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Rotating the ship 180 degrees on the Y axis. ::engages thrusters maintaining station keeping::: KelsaViegnor: ::listening while she eats:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::Chirakis:: Ma'am? What should I tell the fighters? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::stands and moves over to Cayne's station:: Chirakis: ::it doesn't take long for her to say:: Maintain position. Under no circumstances approach the system they entered. Have them transfer any an all communications to Aegis, voice or otherwise. Chirakis: Lackey> Yes, ma'am. ::sends orders::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Our link with Aegis is down. Do we still have a signal from any nav beacons in the area? Lawliet: # ::finds a related case on temporal reflection in the "Voyager" files:: Fletcher Jackson: # Ship is rotated, SubCommander. Holding. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Fletcher:: Good. Tarisa: # No change in the phantom yet. Scott Coleridge: ::paying attention to the situation, but not sure there is anything else they can do; Adriatic seemed to be on her own:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: Expand the sensors search area. Fletcher Jackson: # All channels are open, sir. All frequencies broadcasting and receiving. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: The probe may just be too small to pick up... or simply not reflecting at all. Tarisa: # ::Nods. Her tail waving about as she expands on the area.:: mimipavilion: ::Finds something dechyons and related to the Enterprise:: Alexis McFarland: ::claps, eats her fries:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # A weak signal to number two Lawliet: # ::stands up and walks out into the corridor:: Chirakis: (do the children ever do anything besides eat and sleep?) KelsaViegnor: (Apparently not, but is that all that unusual? School, eat, sleep) Lawliet: # ::steps onto the bridge:: Anything new to report SubCommander? Alexis McFarland: (exactly) Tarisa: ((hehe)) Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> We are testing several theories. No results yet. Annisha: :: starts to cry :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Cayne:: If timestamp from the nav beacons differ great from ships chronometer, activate an automatic recall function for the ship to return to Aegis. Lawliet: # ::walks over to Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, did we encounter any brief turbulence heading into the system? Alexis McFarland: Why crying Annisha? Fletcher Jackson: # ::thinking, then looks back at the records::: Alexis McFarland: Is it a sad song? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # There is already drift, what time differential do we want? Fletcher Jackson: # Yes, sir. Slight turbulence, but nothing out of the ordinary. Annisha: I miss my father... :: single tear falls down her face :: Fletcher Jackson: # It was like a bump in the road. Lawliet: # How far? Alexis McFarland: Aww. ::hug:: When he coming back again? mimipavilion: Whaaa... sounds like what the Ma'ev crew went through. Fletcher Jackson: # How far, sir? As in the duration? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Jy, does the station have a massage parlor. Alexis McFarland: (probably) Lawliet: # No. How far from the recorded turbulence? Annisha: I think days... JyJy too Jylliene: @ Hm...dunno. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Anything more than a 5% change. Alexis McFarland: Mm. Fletcher Jackson: # We are about 24,000 km from the turbulence. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The universal translator can't grok their language mimipavilion: Interesting... ::makes a note of how long the Enterprise was in the time loop and what they did:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: Have we noticed any orientation change in the sensor reading? Lawliet: # ::looks up at the view screen:: +Eng+ Bridge to Eng. Jylliene: @ Odd. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Difference is currently at 3.2 seconds Tarisa: # ::Shakes head.:: None so far. Fletcher Jackson: # ::holding position:: Annisha: :: Sings :: Elevator to the moon... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Then I do not think we are looking at a reflection. At least not one in temporal sync with us. Tarisa: # It is possible there could be a delay. Or this is not a mirror image. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::nods:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Possibly a future image. It does appear to be within orbital range of the planet. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Extremely...oh... contextual... Mmm Gila Orrak: The Rihan girl plays well. Lawliet: # ::talks with an engineer for a minute:: KelsaViegnor: ((if she's here and not actually playing at school now)) She does. Gila Orrak: :: Watching Annisha :: Gila Orrak: ((field trip?)) Alexis McFarland: (field trip of 3 lol) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # We can compensate for now Alexis McFarland: :;drinks her drink:: Lawliet: # ::turns around to Tarisa:: Commander, can you tie into the main deflector and have it emit warp particles? Annisha: :: Waves at the gray colored Cardassian and her friend :: Gila Orrak: :: waves back :: Alexis McFarland: ::waves as well:: mimipavilion: Well this is going to help some. Tarisa: # Warp particles? I can, but I am not sure what that would accomplish. Lawliet: # Something I recently read. ::turns to Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, relay those turbulence coordinates to science. ::turns back to Tarisa:: I want you flood that area with warp particles and focus all sensors on that area. Tarisa: # :;Nods, setting up the dish.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks some Jumja Dew:: Fletcher Jackson: # Relayed to science. Tarisa: # ::Inputs coordinates.:: Ready to activate. Chirakis: (two minutes) Lawliet: # ::nods:: Deploy particles. Tarisa: # ::Activates the dish.:: Lawliet: # ::turns around:: Mr. Jackson, on screen, Fletcher Jackson: # Onscreen. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The area being scanned lights up with layers of overlapping energy patterns. At the center.... a wedge shaped object with protruding panels like an ancient satellite. Annisha: I'm not sure what I'd so without you Miana and Lexi Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Alexis McFarland: Hehe... thanks. Chirakis: (last words) Alexis McFarland: ::tosses a credit into her hat:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Were you expecting something like that? ::looks to Lawliet:: Lawliet: # ::stands tall:: Not exactly. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/8/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then. Interesting. Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Let's go another 15 minutes. Chirakis: 15 minutes it is. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  14. MISSION BRIEF: A search has been launched for Dazim who Tandaris believes has more to tell us. Aboard the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole, efforts are underway to by-pass their neural gelpacks. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Tandaris Admiran: @:: has just beamed down with his team:: Tandaris Admiran: ((y'all can decide if you're on my team)) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: in his hidden lab location, oblivious to the fact that he's a wanted man - at least by the Starfleet types :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::since there wasn't much to do at helm, he's with the CDR on planet:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::searching for the perp::: Rhan K'hal: :: hangs up from his comm with the planet, lets out a big sigh :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::On the planet with Tandaris:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Rhan K'hal: :: swivels back to look at Swain :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::monitoring helm, as usual:: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge, thinking.:: How long would it take to take our gel offline as say a preventative measure? Rhan K'hal: Captain, they're definitely not happy about this, they really like Dazim for some reason. I did manage to convince them that at the very least to put out whatever their equivalent of a BOLO is, but we're pretty much on our own looking for him. They say they don't have the resources to spare to look for him without having some evidence of wrongdoing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Also on the bridge, she threw a glance at Maryse.:: All systems? We'd have to take each power grid offline step by step to minimize downtime. It'd take several hours to get everything. Tandaris Admiran: @:: scanning, scanning:: He was around here earlier Hakran K'hal: @ :: with the search team :: Where is "here" exactly? Maryse Dubois: ::Looking at Miranda.:: Better to do it now, instead of going completely dark like the other two ships though, right? Cptn Swain: @Augstine> ::Has his security grunts fan out:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::checking the area as they plod along:: He's a scientist, right? Or something like a scientist? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::listening to the convo:: Hakran K'hal: @ Mad scientist maybe, but still a scientist. Hunter Matheson: @ ::HK:: So, he probably has a lab around here somewhere. You know, like most geeks do? Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay :: Tandaris Admiran: @::Hakran:: If you were slightly madder, where would you make your lab? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Thinking.:: We aren't certain that their system outages are related to the gel packs. We still haven't heard from the Away Team that went to help assess the situation. Did our recent guest have any guesses how this happened? Was it sabotage? Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::glances over to Tandaris with a smirk:: Hakran K'hal: @ Only slightly? :: smiles :: Somewhere that doesn't scream "evil scientist lair," but close enough to his supply source and somewhere the kind of cargo traffic wouldn't be noticed. Maryse Dubois: He didn't seem bothered by the ships going down actually. He was quick to find a cause for the main issue from the manufacturer and then quickly leave. Rhan K'hal: :: runs a paw through his mane and heads to the replicator for a bucket of coffee :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: I do hope our own mad engineer's intuition is on target. Hunter Matheson: @ So... we gotta find the supply source? Cptn Swain: @Augustine> It's possible he's using force-fields to shield himself from our scans. Tandaris Admiran: @:: Hunter:: You helped shuttle supplies. Did you hear anyone talk about shady parts of town? Hakran K'hal: @ That's almost certain, though I doubt he built it that way to hide from us specifically. Just everyone and everything in general. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our gel systems are limited. We tend not to rely on technology that we don't control ourselves. I think they can be bypassed without any problems. ::She sends the order down to engineering to start taking gel-pack systems offline, routing the power through conventional sources.:: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> We might be able to scan for the force-fields themselves. Hunter Matheson: @ Hm... well, didn't hear them talk about it, but they were taking supplies somewhere else than the designated position. I figured it was there business and the supply master didn't object. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Indaura notes that several of the medical systems are experiencing power surges before going offline. Hunter Matheson: @ There was a small hill not far from the landing pad. Kind of like a bunker hill now that I think of it. Tandaris Admiran: @ Ok, let's head there. Stay sharp. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Begins looking around the room a little closer. Thankfully this isn't a crime procedural, so he doesn't worry about a warrant and instructs his security team to begin collecting evidence;; Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, sir. ::takes point toward the landing pad:: Rhan K'hal: :: returns with his sizable coffee, stands by for anything :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Follows along as the muscle:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sees Rhan's bucket of coffee, giving him a sizable eyebrow.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks around :: Umm. William Chocox: #::is on the MS:: Tandaris Admiran: @::spots the bunker:: Let's see if anyone's home Cptn Swain: ACTION> Teams from the TV and Seacole radio in to confirm that there is similar decay of the neural gel packs for both systems to the ones we recovered on the planet. The TV, being a ship full of highly qualified engineers is making progress on switching over to alternate systems of control and should be ready in the next hour. Seacole is going slower. Indaura Ryssan: +bridge+ We have various dead systems here in the sickbay. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::listens up::: Rhan K'hal: :: gulps coffee as the reports come in :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to try to reactivate several panels with no life :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::moves toward the bunker, checking the area for traps or whatever:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: working away, as grumpy or no, has quite the work ethic :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Glances to Tandaris:: Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ Acknowledged, Doctor. Back to you in a mo'. Hunter Matheson: @ Entrance looks clear, Commander, but you might want to give it a scan for sure. Or maybe let the ::almost says grunts:: security detail check it out. Indaura Ryssan: Backups people! Rhan K'hal: :: swivels to look at Miranda :: Commander, you might want the engineers to work faster. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Quirks a brow at Rhan.:: What's going on? Tandaris Admiran: @:: scans:: William Chocox: #::to whoever was telling him where to work:: What next? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::keeping a close watch on helm knowing he'll have hell to pay if anything happens on his watch:: Rhan K'hal: Report from Dr. Ryssan, systems going down in medical. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Considers making a remark about the helmsman telling the security chief these things, but decides better of it.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::steps away, getting the drift from the Sec Geek::: Cptn Swain: #Tealn> ::to Will:: We could use some help with the primary EPS routing. That’s where the bulk of the gel packs are. Hunter Matheson: @ ::wasn't talking to him anyway::: Hakran K'hal: @ Not detecting any life signs, and only low-level signatures indicative of backup power. Tandaris Admiran: @:: Augustine:: Take us inside Maryse Dubois: ::Walks over to Rhan's station.:: Did she say which ones? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Swears under her breath.:: Inform engineering and have them focus on medical first. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Nods, raises his phaser and heads to towards the entrance to the bunker complex:: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. :: makes the call :: Maryse Dubois: ::Heading for the TL.:: William Chocox: # Perfect, I’ve got a lot of experience with EPS systems. ::heads over to work on them:: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Spots a panel that looks like it's likely the door locks:: Cptn Swain: ::Tapping his fingers:: K'hal go ahead and launch the buoy. I'd rather be safe than sorry. Rhan K'hal: :: sigh :: Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: sends the order down to launch the buoy :: Rhan K'hal: :: gulps more coffee :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking between Mirand and Rhan before getting in the TL, holding the door.:: Those packs were mistakenly sent to sickbay from the hangar bay, before making their way to the labs. Maryse Dubois: *Miranda Cptn Swain: @Augustine> :Flips open the panel with a frown:: K'hal come have a look. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Captain, I'm going to pay sick bay a visit. ::Rises and joins Maryse at the lift.:: Were they installed anywhere? Hakran K'hal: @ :: pads up next to Augustine, looks it over :: Maryse Dubois: God I hope not. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Moves :: Get to the self-contained units Maryse Dubois: ::Lets the door close once Miranda gets in.:: Sickbay. William Chocox: #::working on the conduits, talking to whoever’s there:: This seems like a nice ship when we’re all not elbows deep in the inner workings. Hakran K'hal: @ Wouldn't expect a Ferengi lock. Either Dazim shops around or we're about to break into a Ferengi warehouse. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::taking precautions so helm isn't compromised::: Tandaris Admiran: @ Any way we can discern? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Steps out as the lift opens onto the medical deck and heads into sickbay.:: Someone report! Cptn Swain: @Augustine>They're common enough on the blackmarket. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> We could just, knock, of course. Indaura Ryssan: :: The staff is using the backup self-powered units. Several displays are without power :: Maryse Dubois: ::Walking into sickbay with Miranda, noting some of the bio beds and other systems flickering.:: Hakran K'hal: @ That would be one way, certainly. Tandaris Admiran: @:: Augustine:: And warn whoever is inside? Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::shrugs:: Maryse Dubois: ::Softly to Miranda.:: Fortunately there was no one in need of life support, though I would hop backups would kick in. Maryse Dubois: *hope Tandaris Admiran: @:: rolls eyes:: Fine. We'll try being respectful for once. William Chocox: ((I could always fly down to blow it up.)) Hakran K'hal: @ Let me get out the holorecorder, Rhan would kill me if I didn't capture this for posterity. :: dryly :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Glances over to Hunter:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: voice comes blaring out of the panel :: Oh for the love o'... :: click :: Just come in already, you're giving me a headache. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::As if to say 'and we're the grunts':: Hunter Matheson: @ ::staying well out of the way:: Indaura Ryssan: Power is not stable in the least here. We are running backup units. Hakran K'hal: @ :: cocks an ear :: The Ferengi lock must have automatic voice pickup. Hunter Matheson: @ ::chalks it up to 'Fleet vs Corps, so he mentally shrugs it off, having no idea what his problem isl:: Tandaris Admiran: @:: smiles:: My plan all along ::enters:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: follows :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Joins Indaura.:: Which systems are the worst? I'll have a look at them myself. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Holsters his phaser... for the moment:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: sitting in front of a rather posh lab setup - not as shiny as Excalibur's, but pretty good for a private individual :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Wasn't expecting to hear from you people so quickly. Figured you'd enjoy my absence for a while as much as I was enjoying being absent. Hunter Matheson: @ ::follows them in, giving 'Fleet a wide berth:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: rolls his chair over to a crate of gelpacks, injects something into one and then installs it into an isolated test power setup :: Tandaris Admiran: @ We figured it out. Hakran K'hal: @ :: glances over at Tandaris, figuring this is his show :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Lets Tandaris do the talking, he was just there to be the heavy if needed:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Oh, and what exactly did you figure? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Were any of the bad gel packs installed in here? ::Again, talking to Indaura.:: Tandaris Admiran: @ You have been a bad cat. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The music from CSI Miami hits for no real reason. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowls :: No need to be racist, Spotty. Maryse Dubois: ((::Feels a bad pun coming, followed by Tandy putting on his shades.::)) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: unconcernedly watches over the info coming from the test :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Come, come. I'm sure you have a nice self-righteous spiel. Let's get it over with. Cptn Swain: (( Couple Minute Warning )) Tandaris Admiran: @ No, I think we'll take that as read. Are you going to help us fix this? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> What do you think I'm doing, making a fish sandwich? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Though that sounds good now that I think of it. Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::wonders if he can get an assignment around non crazy people:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 08 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1115 hours (11:15 AM) Aegis local. The Adriatic has been deployed to study a temporal fold that trapped the crew of RSE Ma’ev. They approach a system containing 4 terrestrial planets and 2 gas giants. Anomalous readings come from the upper atmosphere of the second planet, which is similar in composition to Venus. Remembering the experience of the Ma’ev, Lt Commander Lawliet is approaching the area with caution. Communication between Aegis and Adriatic suddenly becomes garbled, then is lost. Adriatic detects a ship in orbit, and after several tries at identification they find that the ship that they are detecting is... Adriatic.
  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #971, STARDATE 51712.04 = /\ = The Manticore was pulled through a black hole after the engines were shut down. Just as we breached the event horizon, Erich jump started the warp drive and got stuck in a pocket of Hyper Subspace. It protected the ship while allowing us to travel at unbelievably high speeds. We "popped the bubble" with a photon torpedo and the ship was damaged slowing down to high warp speeds. With no idea where we are, we tried to send sensor probes out to expand our view, but that caused a terrible explosion at the launch site, the Science labs. All Sci personnel on duty there were killed, leaving just T'Prise, Bren Faliver and SciGuy. Three weeks later, the ship was spaceworthy and we started to move, only to find more unfamiliar stars and a group of taciturn and unfriendly ships, that just began firing on us. Our warp engines are knocked out (Again?!) and we are under cloak and silent running to avoid detection by... the Gorn! = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #971, STARDATE 51712.04 = /\ = 171204.log
  17. OFFICIAL LOG LIEUTENANT JOHN RANDALL USS CHALLENGER (Personal Log Stardate 11712.04) The USS Tobias docked at the starbase, and John made his way to the transporter room. "Energize," he told the chief, and a few seconds later, materialized aboard the starbase. He stepped down from the dais, nodded to the transporter officer, and strode out of the room. He made his way to a nearby turbolift, and stepped into the car. "Main Lobby," he snapped, and the lift sped off. He arrived a few moments later and stepped out of the car. He looked around for a moment, then made his way to the big circular desk in the middle of the cavernous room. He smiled at a pretty receptionist, and inquired about the Challenger. She consulted her computer terminal, then told him which dock the ship was berthed in. He thanked her and walked back to the turbolift. "Deck 4," he said, and the lift whisked him away. It arrived moments later and he stepped out of the car. He walked over to the huge port in the west wall, and gazed at his home ship for a few moments. Then he looked around and spotted a nearby airlock. He walked over to it and the door rolled itself open at his approach. He stepped into the airlock and pulled out his communicator. "Challenger, one to beam up," he intoned, and a few seconds later a reply came back. "Stand by, energizing," came the voice of the transport chief, and John slowly dematerialized. He shimmered into existence on the transporter dais, and stepped down. He then smiled at the chief as the officer said, "Welcome home, Lieutenant." John replied, "Thank you, it's good to be back." The chief inquired, "How was the seminar?" Randall said, "You've been to one, you've been to 'em all. Mostly sitting around shooting the bull, but we did learn one or two new things." The chief grinned. "I can imagine," he replied. "Good to have you back." John nodded and left the room. He strode down the corridor to the turbolift. "Deck 3," he said as he stepped into the car, and the lift sped off. It arrived a few moments later, and he exited the car; he made his way down the corridor to his cabin, and the door swished open at his approach. He walked inside and deposited his duffel bag on the sofa. 'Home again,' he thought to himself, and went into the bedroom. He stripped off his civvies, and went into the head to take a shower. 20 minutes later, he stepped out, toweled himself dry, and returned to the bedroom where he put on a fresh uniform. He then walked back into the living area, paused, sighed, and left the cabin. He rode the turbolift down to the engineering deck, and strode into his department. He nodded at the starbase repair team, taking pains not to get in their way, and strode into his office. He sat down in the chair behind his desk and reclined back in it. He was home; this was where he belonged. He then straightened in the chair and sighed as he saw the PADDs that had accumulated on the desk. He ignored them for the moment and powered up the computer. He pulled up the status report on the Challenger and sat there reading. After a few moments, he then pulled up the report on the ship's last mission, his eyes narrowing as he read. He then nodded and sat back in the chair. A few minutes later, he accessed his personal e-mail, and found a message from his Vulcan-Romulan lady friend, T'Mira, who was actually an undercover agent for the Vulcan High Command. John read the highly personal message, which brought him up to date on her activities, and she then told him she loved him and hoped to see him soon. He sat there a few moments, then wrote a return message and sent it to her e-mail inbox. He then thought of something, and pulled up the ship manifest. He had heard a rumor while at the seminar that the Challenger had undergone some personnel changes, and when the manifest appeared on the screen, he knew that the rumors were true. Commander Erica Rinax was gone, no longer the executive officer of the Challenger. And then, he saw that Anastasia Poldara was no longer even in Starfleet. She had resigned her commission. John sat there stunned as he read the script on the screen. The new acting chief science officer was someone named Caitlin Townsend. He read the meager information on the science officer, then sat back in his chair again. In his mind, he sent out a silent wish to Ana that she would be happy and safe with whatever she was going to do next in her life. He then set to work on the pile of PADDs sitting on his desk. The crew of the Challenger was on leave aboard the starbase, and John was looking forward to seeing his friends Jeff Michaels and Steve Davis when they returned to the ship. He noted with satisfaction that Jeff had done a good job in his absence, and entered a commendation for his friend in the engineering status report. The pile dwindled slowly away as he pounded away at the keyboard. END LOG
  18. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #971, STARDATE 51712.04 = /\ = The Manticore was pulled through a black hole after the engines were shut down. Just as we breached the event horizon, Erich jump started the warp drive and got stuck in a pocket of Hyper Subspace. It protected the ship while allowing us to travel at unbelievably high speeds. We "popped the bubble" with a photon torpedo and the ship was damaged slowing down to high warp speeds. With no idea where we are, we tried to send sensor probes out to expand our view, but that caused a terrible explosion at the launch site, the Science labs. All Sci personnel on duty there were killed, leaving just T'Prise, Bren Faliver and SciGuy. Three weeks later, the ship was spaceworthy and we started to move, only to find more unfamiliar stars and a group of taciturn and unfriendly ships, that just began firing on us. Our warp engines are knocked out (Again?!) and we are under cloak and silent running to avoid detection by... the Gorn! = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #971, STARDATE 51712.04 = /\ =
  19. SD 1203.2017 A search has been launched for Dazim who Tandaris believes has more to tell us. Aboard the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole, efforts are underway to by-pass their neural gelpacks.
  20. SD 1126.2017 Having located the source of the defective gel packs, Dazim has left. On the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole, they are working to restore power as well locate the source of their own problems. Our engineering teams continue to dig into the gel packs as well to determine how it spread.
  21. MISSION BRIEF: Having located the source of the defective gel packs, Dazim has left. On the Tennessee Valley and Mary Seacole, they are working to restore power as well locate the source of their own problems. Our engineering teams continue to dig into the gel packs as well to determine how it spread. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois: ::In the hangar bay, hanging back a moment as her teams leave with their new patients.:: +Tandy+ There was an accident in the hangar bay. I know I may be paranoid, but do you think you can have someone inspect the equipment used? I just want to make sure this accident is unrelated to anything else. Hunter Matheson: ::under the helm console checking things out:: Rhan K'hal: Captain, there's a lot of comm traffic from the surface trying to reach the other ships. Should I put out a general call to let them all know down there? Then if there's something more urgent I can see what use we are to them. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ What kind of accident? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Indaura Ryssan: (Me in the hangar bay as well?) Maryse Dubois: +Tandy+ One of the new loaders malfunctioned. Maryse Dubois: ((If you want, or you can go with the med team and patients.)) Rhan K'hal: +Alpha Veras II+ Attention all Starfleet personnel on Alpha Veras II, this is the USS Excalibur. Both the Tenn. Valley and Mary Seacole are experiencing power issues and are unable to respond to your communications. We are attempting to assist them, but in the interim both ships are unavailable. Please direct urgent inquiries to the Excalibur, otherwise if you can please stay patient and continue your mission please do. Excalibur out. Indaura Ryssan: :: With the medical team :: Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ That's ... interesting. Those don't use bioneural circu... oh. Rhan K'hal: There, that probably won't reassure them much, but hopefully it'll keep them from panicking. I'm going to put some people on comm duty in the TIC, try to keep the mundane stuff out of our follicles. Cptn Swain: Send an update to Command as well. I want them to know what’s going on. They may need to dispatch another vessel to assist. Hakran K'hal: #Dazim> :: in the secret part of his lab, because of course he has one, he is scanning his own supplies of gel :: Maryse Dubois: +Tandy+ Oh? Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. :: gets on that :: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the bridge :: Cptn Swain: We can handle the gap, but we're not equipped to be a medical center for an entire planet AND rebuild their power systems. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ The loader is linked to the computer systems. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking with the patients :: Hakran K'hal: Ah, Captain. I come bearing recommendations. Cptn Swain: Hunter, modified our orbit to put us a little closer to the TV and Seacole. It should help with the shuttle communication line. Maryse Dubois: +Tandy+ Oh sounds bad then... Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Oh? Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Commander Admiran, Doctor Dubois and myself believe it would be wise to have a comm buoy prepared for automatic or manual launch containing at least the basics of what's been going on. Just in case this gel problem hits our systems as well. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters something about 3rd string helm personnel:: Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ It means whatever was affecting the Mary Seacole and the Tennessee Valley could be affecting our computers. Cptn Swain: I agree. Rhan K'hal: Isn't that a cheery thought. I'll get on it right away. Hakran K'hal: In the meanwhile, we've had an incident in the shuttlebay. I don't have the specifics, but Dr. Dubois is checking it out. Hunter Matheson: ::flips out from the helm work:: Aye sir. Moving in. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Hunter Matheson: ::settling in:: How close, sir? Cptn Swain: Keep me updated. I assume Tandaris is working on a plan to isolate the bioneural systems? Cptn Swain: As close as you feel comfortable with. Hakran K'hal: #Dazim> :: big-eyed, ear-perked surprise as he looks over his scan results :: Interesting... Oh blast it, the Starfleeters are going to discover this. :: rubs chin thoughtfully :: Hakran K'hal: He is, and aye sir. Hunter Matheson: ::tapping in a few calcs:: Engaging thrusters. Moving to within... emergency umbilical range. Rhan K'hal: Okay, I've jammed the Cliff Notes version into a comm buoy... or at least I jammed the notes into memory and someone in the torpedo room is jamming it into the buoy. It'll be on hot standby for release. Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: +Tandy+ Sounds like we need to work on a fix, fast. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ Agreed. Tandaris Admiran: ::heads for the bridge:: Maryse Dubois: ::Heading back to the labs.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating them at the hangar :: Using the dermal regen on an ankle :: Hunter Matheson: Station keeping within standard emergency range between TV and MC. Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ None of the injuries are life threatening. Hakran K'hal: :: hops into the science console chair, pulls up the data himself - frowns over it for a few moments :: All this bio-tech is way over my head. I still can't quite wrap my head around how this could happen in the first place, let alone be "contagious" even into a closed system. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Its possible its self-propagating, but not viral. Tandaris Admiran: ::arrives at the bridge:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working on the injured without moving them to sickbay :: Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ That's good. Have them go to sickbay for a full exam when they are able to move. Rhan K'hal: :: pops up and pads over to look over his brother's shoulder :: It's a neural system, it's generating electromagnetic radiation. It's possible that it's generating it in a more focused manner, enough to stimulate the neural pathways in other gel. Have you guys tried running a test to see just how much this stuff can hum? Hunter Matheson: :;makes a few position adjustments:: Hakran K'hal: :: blinks :: I don't believe so, not yet anyway. I didn't think you took any biotech courses, Rhan. Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Understood. :: signals to her patients that they will be moved :: Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: That's possible. Though it would be pretty surprising for that to happen naturally. Hunter Matheson: ::eyes the business end of the console and rethinks getting under there when they're so close to the TV and MC:: Rhan K'hal: Oh, I just happened to not have anything remotely related to biotech happen during some very routine missions that are completely aboveboard and not gaping holes in my short but distinguished service record. Rhan K'hal: :: grin :: Hakran K'hal: :: twists an ear at Rhan, then looks over to Tandaris :: What news, Commander? Indaura Ryssan: :: Helps someone up and motions them to the hangar exit :: Tandaris Admiran: We have a problem. Rhan K'hal: :: grin vanishes :: Uh-oh. Cptn Swain: I don't like problems. Tandaris Admiran: Well, I have part of a solution. ::comes up alongside ops:: Cptn Swain: Solutions are good. Tandaris Admiran: Mr. K'hal, can you locate your ... cousin on the surface, please? ::Swain:: I believe Mr. ... K'hal can offer us some answers. With your permission, I’d like to take him aboard right now. Rhan K'hal: :: heads back over to his console since he's apparently going to need it :: Rhan K'hal: Shouldn't be hard to find one Cait. :: tappity tap tap :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the lift with her patients :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks despite himself:: Hakran K'hal: Ah, not to rain on your parade, Commander, but we're bound to be running into some legal problems just abducting someone off a non-Federation planet. Cptn Swain: He is a Federation citizen, but give him a moment’s notice before you do. Rhan K'hal: Uh, consider the parade rained on anyway... I can't find him. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: :: taps some more :: Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Rhan K'hal: He's not responding to the a-Veran comm unit frequency we have for him either. Not even getting a voicemail. Maryse Dubois: I can't believe you actually want him back... Do we have a location of his lab? Maybe he has some sort of shielding preventing anyone from locating him. He did seem to like privacy a little too much. Cptn Swain: Have the Alpha Vera authorities pay him a visit. Rhan K'hal: I'll send a politely worded urgent request to that effect, Captain. :: starts making the contact :: Hakran K'hal: :: has a hunch of his own, checks the computer :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay, directs each of them to the bio beds :: Hakran K'hal: He may have shielding, Doctor, and he may have that at more than one location. Where he beamed down to isn't where you picked him up, Commander. Rhan K'hal: They've agreed to go knock on his door, Captain. We should hear something soon, one way or the other. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Sounds like he had a safehouse. Cptn Swain: What would he need a safe house for. Tandaris Admiran: While we're waiting ... Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: I'd prefer not to start an intergalactic incident. Tandaris Admiran: I think we've been looking at this from the wrong angle. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: cause he's responsible for the problem and doesn't want to admit it:: Hakran K'hal: Without some serious work from the Doctor, my neck can only tilt so far, Commander. Tandaris Admiran: ::Rhan:: Are you just going to let him take over the title of "the funny one"? Hunter Matheson: ::keeping a close watch on position, more worried about the ships than a cat:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Tandaris Admiran: I think Dazim has answers for us because I think, whether he was aware of it or not, Dazim is the one who caused the initial ... infection ... of intelligence. Rhan K'hal: It was bound to happen, he's been on board long enough. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to listen but doesn't turn:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts a more extensive screening :: Hakran K'hal: :: tilts head :: Anything solid giving you that idea Commander? Rhan K'hal: :: gets a chirp, checks it out :: Tandaris Admiran: ::ticks off fingers:: He's a neuroscientist ... known for doing shady neuroscience ... working with bio-neural gel on a planet outside Federation jurisdiction ... Tandaris Admiran: What he didn’t count on was how Alpha Verran's bio-neural gel differs from the Federation's. Tandaris Admiran: Federation gel-paks have specific engineering tolerances, partly to prevent these kinds of ... unfortunate evolutions. Hakran K'hal: I find it hard to believe he'd overlook that. Counted on it, more likely. Tandaris Admiran: On the flexibility of the neuronal pathways? Yes. On how this would interact with the built-in peering and update protocols, thus spreading the pseudo-intelligence throughout the whole grid? I hope not. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods in agreement.:: Probably with some monetary motivation behind it. Tandaris Admiran: Our ships are now experiencing the equivalent of a secondary effect. Rhan K'hal: :: turns back to Swain, clears throat :: Captain, they checked his lab, the only one they're aware of anyway, also the one where Commander Admiran originally picked him up. He wasn't there. The Verans say they're too busy with everything going on to go looking for him, especially when, for as far as they know, he's done nothing wrong. They did say we could poke around for him ourselves. Tandaris Admiran: ::rubs his hands together:: It has been a while since we’ve had a proper manhunt. Maryse Dubois: ::Stands by the auxiliary console, inputting something.:: Cptn Swain: Tell them to put out a planet wide alert for them, you can tell in no uncertain terms its not a request. Tandaris, why don't you take a security team down with Commander Augistine and have a look around. Maybe you can find something in his lab to implicate him. Tandaris Admiran: Understood. Rhan K'hal: :: winces :: Captain, remember what you just said about intergalactic incidents... Rhan K'hal: We don't have any evidence, just speculation at this point. Cptn Swain: I do. I'll take any of the heat for it. Tandaris Admiran: In the meantime, all three of our ships need to take their gel-pak circuitry offline and perform a systems-wide reboot. That will temporarily fix our problems until we can get to a starbase and have our gel-paks completely replaced. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Just wanted you to make sure you knew your head was in the guillotine, sir. Maryse Dubois: All of the initially affected packs belonged to one company. No major incidents in their records save for this moment. I wonder who would gain the most from a company folding under these circumstances? Rhan K'hal: :: makes the call to aV-II :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  22. USS REPUBLIC MISSION BRIEFING 51711.27 - SEASON 26 STSF_BluRox: The Away Team has traveled down to the planet, and are currently speaking with Dalon Nvechkionarshiv (Dalon for short), discussing issues that have occurred at the hydroelectric dam that caused it to be shut down again. The team has been touring the dam and are discussing potential reasons for the damage to the turbines, the shimmering lights and strange tricorder readings. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM STSF_BluRox: Dalon> What anomaly? :: Looking around confused at the group staring at their tricorders:: August Jax Robinson: ::Scans to see what kinda metal the dam is made of Heather Jamieson: :: Trying to make sense of the readings she is seeing :: Rue Wydown: The one that's shown up on our tricorders. I want to know what this is. STSF Seiben: ::doing the same as Heather:: Rue Wydown: ::looking at the turbines:: Could they be the cause of some of this? Heather Jamieson: May take some time to analyze the signatures and patterns. Rue Wydown: How much time? August Jax Robinson: (w) check the water... maybe there has been a change in the fluids thickness? STSF Seiben: I agree Heather Jamieson: From different angles...well, with Ben's help here perhaps a quarter of an hour. Rue Wydown: Get on it. Now. STSF_BluRox: Dalon> :: motions for his workers to get back to work straightening out the turbine blades....yet again:: STSF Seiben: (w) Who's Ben? Heather Jamieson: You.. STSF Seiben: Oh Rue Wydown: ::facepalm:: STSF_BluRox: (ha!) Heather Jamieson: :: to Seiben :: Let us first link our tricorders. STSF Seiben: Yes, let's Rue Wydown: Jax, what's this about the water? STSF_BluRox: (no matter what she says on her tricorder, we do not have a lake of pink jello) Heather Jamieson: :: Enters each other's code :: Rue Wydown: ((That's because orange jello is the best)) STSF Seiben: ::enters his code and stuff:: Heather Jamieson: Now our scans will sync and the processing as well. STSF Seiben: Great August Jax Robinson: ::Shrugs at Rue:: I am just guessing. August Jax Robinson: I figured we should check everything Rue Wydown: What about these other accidents they're reporting? Could they have been caused by this anomoly? Heather Jamieson: :: Resumes her scanning :: August Jax Robinson: I am an engineer, I am thinking about the dam August Jax Robinson: (VQW) also, there is a strange smell STSF_BluRox: Dalon> I'm not certain, but the Gaitians keep going on and accusing us of shutting down the large stasis field they put up at the food storage location. Personally, I think it's a ruse, to cover for their messing with the dam, to look like they are victims too Rue Wydown: ...or the water going through the dam? ::tease:: August Jax Robinson: ::Sniffs the air again:: STSF Seiben: ::scans as well:: Rue Wydown: Perhaps you should check it out then, Jax? ACTION:: Dalon's assistant brings the team a recent scan of the dam, lake and nearby mountain region. While their equipment is not as refined as the Republics, it still is able to show that there is some sort of megnetic disruption, almost like one would find with a spacial anomaly we've seen in space before, but not accurate enough to determine what. August Jax Robinson: I will go look, but I am still an engineer August Jax Robinson: ::opens Tric, walks towards the smell::: Rue Wydown: ::checks her chrono:: Well, Jamieson, Seiben? Heather Jamieson: :: Looks to Seiben :: Are you getting this? STSF Seiben: Yeah, I'm getting it too. I was just about to ask/ August Jax Robinson: ::walks around aimlessly:: Rue Wydown: Getting what? You two planning to keep the secret? Or are you going to fill the rest of us in? August Jax Robinson: ::Taps tric, trying to find the source:: Heather Jamieson: It's strong for something terrestrial. STSF Seiben: hm Heather Jamieson: The disruption is a strong magnetic force. Heather Jamieson: It could be interacting with any ferrous based alloys Rue Wydown: So what is A> the cause and B> how do we mitigate it? Heather Jamieson: We have to pinpoint the cause. Rue Wydown: And? STSF_BluRox: Dalon> That would be helpful. ::turns to assistant:: Bring us the detailed maps of the area before we blasted, both here iand in the mountain Rue Wydown: ((Guys, the action statements have several hints going on.)) STSF_BluRox: Dalon> We originally were going to settle at the higher elevation. The weather was better up there, and more buildable lands, even with the hills and mountains. Heather Jamieson: We need to get closer to the source and hope it does not overpower our tricorders. Follow me Seiben.. STSF Seiben: All right, sure thing. STSF_BluRox: Dalon> But there was too much of a disruptive field, it kept disrupting our power sources and the number of ground shifts were increasing, so we settled on this location. And now we get some of the same here... STSF Seiben: Ahh, that's too bad Heather Jamieson: :: Stops :: How long have this disturbances occur? Rue Wydown: Jax ::calling out to her:: How are your scans going? August Jax Robinson: ::looks up:: OK, trying to find the source of this magnetic field Heather Jamieson: Dalon, do you have a record of the location with the most disruption? STSF_BluRox: Dalon> We've already given you the locations that were reported both in the mountain, and the strange reading now here Heather Jamieson: :: Pulls up her data :: I think we need to go there. STSF Seiben: ::looks:: Not too far off. STSF_BluRox: (bingo) STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF Seiben: ::paused:: Heather Jamieson: :: paused :: STSF_BluRox: Ok guys, going to end it here for tonight, I really am feeling bad and want to get back to bed. Next week, head up to the mountains to look at the original blasting sites STSF_BluRox: Have a nice week everyone, stay well. STSF_BluRox: Crew Dismissed and good night all
  23. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51711.30 - SEASON 22 Laeh was forming an away team to go down to Quatel to investigate its status as it has been unheard from since the Othan had attacked it. A probe had been sent down to get some early information before the team heads down Begin Sim Begin sim Begin Sim KhreRiovtRex: ::: Rhae the oira watching the probe data start to come in from the probe:: STSF Seiben: ::monitors the status of the probe:: Lerak trPexil: :: In enginnering :: m_k_tksa: ::playing the Rihannsu version of 'rock, paper, scissors," to figure out who's going on the away team:: KhreRiovtRex: Koga, Pexil..... Thoughts from the probe reading. How much interference from the singularity remnants of the destroyed ships? Will it interfere with transport, or would flying a shuttle through that be more dangerous? STSF Seiben: Judging by these readings, I don't think I would recommend transport, though it is possible. I'd say the less riskier option is to go by shuttle. Though there is certainly much risk in both options. Lerak trPexil: I would not be surprised if the probes signals are being blocked.. Lerak trPexil: :: Eng station rather :: m_k_tksa: :::grins as she gets the med staff she wanted to help now win (or lose) the drawing:: KhreRiovtRex: Well....::indicating the screen:: the probe has picked up large congregations of lifeforms, while at the same time, very little with regards to large energy signatures. KhreRiovtRex: The same is noted on the other large continent, lifeforms showing in all major population centers, but a noted lack of large energy sources. Some energy is working however. KhreRiovtRex: We're picking up enough to see that they've not decimated the place.... well, not all of it. But it looks much like on the homeworld. They’ve hit the major power plants Lerak trPexil: Are known sources suppressed as well? :: Looks :: Lerak trPexil: We may be able to carve a path down to the surface. STSF Seiben: ::nods:: KhreRiovtRex: We're not picking up too much detail.... Ie or na? Hteij or RAC? Lerak trPexil: Prep a RAC, send down a test device via Hteij. STSF Seiben: I agree KhreRiovtRex: So, au don't know? Or the probe failed? KhreRiovtRex: Could this na have been done at the same time as the probe was sent to na waste time? m_k_tksa: ::gives directions on what pieces of equipment they should take and what to pack:: KhreRiovtRex: :: knows that she's na removed either of their tongues:: STSF Seiben: Sending the probe was safer I'd say. The probe still is transmitting. Lerak trPexil: The only proper test is a cylinder, but since we are not detecting any power sources on the surface I'm hopeful for that route. :: Readying the RAC instructions to the bay :: KhreRiovtRex: So...again, I ask. Do aur teams go down by hteij or RAC STSF Seiben: I'd recommend by RAC Lerak trPexil: RAC. KhreRiovtRex: Perhaps Pexil, au should look at those readings again. There is clearly power sources on both continent, just not much on the one KhreRiovtRex: Very well. I'll have security and t’Temarr check the more affected area. I want au two, to head to the eastern continent with the Daise Maenak to where we are picking up large numbers of life forms, and assess the populace, and see if there is any indication of Othan influence still in the area. Dheno will be assigned to au team as well. STSF Seiben: Ie rerkkhai. Lerak trPexil: :: Is na able to concentrate as well as he'd like...perhaps t'Ksa had something for it :: KhreRiovtRex: Koga, fhaen inform the Daise Maenak that she will be accompanying au STSF Seiben: ::nods:: Ie, will do. STSF Seiben: +t’Ksa+ This is Koga from the oira, informing au that Pexil and I will be accompanying au to the eastern continent on your away mission. m_k_tksa: +Koga+ Menkha. Where do I meet au for departure and how long will take it au re to get ready? KhreRiovtRex: :: knows that the Stinger is most likely doing a sweep of the area to ensure they have na unwanted company while sitting amidst the debris field:: STSF Seiben: +t'Ksa+ Please meet in the RAC bay. We can depart as soon as au are ready, but I'd like at least 30 minutes to prepare for launch. KhreRiovtRex: This will be io tedious clean up to return this area to safe travel and shipping m_k_tksa: +Koga+ Understood. ACTION: 20 SIUREN PASS....... Lerak trPexil: :: At the RAC bay, looking over the craft LL STSF Seiben: ::looks at his chrono:: That went by pretty fast. ::in the RAC bay, going through preflight:: m_k_tksa: ::having just arrived with two other medical staff members to the RAC bay:: Lerak trPexil: :: Enters the RAC :: The craft is ready. STSF Seiben: Ie, just about finishing preflights. The RAC is in good operational order m_k_tksa: ::enters the RAC with her team, glancing at the dheno assigned and frowns a bit;; Lerak trPexil: t'Ksa. :: nods :: m_k_tksa: ::motions for her staff members to take a seat before she does as well:: Do we have clearance for departure? STSF Seiben: +Oira+ RAC requesting clearance to depart Lerak trPexil: :: Takes a seat :: KhreRiovtRex: +Koga+ Departure granted STSF Seiben: +Oira+ Acknowledged. ::t'Ksa:: We're good to go when au are. STSF Seiben: ::waits for the AT to take their seats and strap in:: Lerak trPexil: :: Wonders for t'Temarr : KhreRiovtRex: (who do you think assigned au to the other RAC? ) KhreRiovtRex: (( lol....JK) STSF Seiben: (lol) m_k_tksa: ::waves him on:: Let's go. STSF Seiben: OK ::starts engines and takes off as the RAC bay doors open:: ACTION: The other RAC is prepping for it's flight after the first one has left the bay Lerak trPexil: (oh, confused) STSF Seiben: ::exits the ship and noses their way to the planet and the eastern continent:: KhreRiovtRex: +Koga+ Do na take unnecessary risks. If au can na find a safe passage through the debris field, turn back, and we'll look for another approach vector m_k_tksa: In other words, do na get us y'ya'd. STSF Seiben: +T'Vatrix+ Understood. STSF Seiben: I certainly hope not. Lerak trPexil: :: Checking his sidearm :: STSF Seiben: ::checks navigation and manoeuvres the RAC through:: KhreRiovtRex: ((:: wonders if Koga has packed survival Poutine rations::)) STSF Seiben: (there is a Poutine Canadian IRP Ration) KhreRiovtRex: :: nods to the 2nd shift crew to monitor the RAC as well as the debris field and update the Away Team of any shifts in the field that could endanger them:: KhreRiovtRex: ((no way...I was just kidding!!? lol) Lerak trPexil: (Never tried them)) m_k_tksa: How long do au think the flight will take? STSF Seiben: Lerak trPexil: (tasty looking) Lerak trPexil: Not care for RAC flight? m_k_tksa: This is na a Sunday flight for fun, tr'Pexil. We have work to do. STSF Seiben: ::slowly approaching the planet dodging debris and stuff:: ACTION: The Eastern Continent shows at least 7 large population centers, each showing quite a few lifeforms present Lerak trPexil: :: Seems some are on edge, but with the unknowns below it's not surprising :: KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: Nice job, got ya off the ship and almost to the planet! Next week, au get to chose where au wish to investigate first...... STSF Seiben: Yay KhreRiovtRex: Ok, that's all for tonight, hopefully we'll have Laeh back next week and Stinger may make a showing. m_k_tksa: Have a good night guys : Crew DismissedKhreRiovtRex
  24. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 1 Dec 2017: Hope you all had a good thanksgiving. We resume with the Challenger had arrived at the starbase after their rescue mission of the captured freighter crew. They have the crew and some more Orion pirates. Security has transferred the pirates to the station crew as well as the freighter crew who will be transported back to Earth. The CHallenger crew is now enjoying some free time on the station Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::somewhere looking for a good brew:: John Randall: ::beams aboard the starbase from the ship that transported him here; materializes in the starbase transporter room:: Hunter Matheson: ::in civvies, poking into stores and bars:: Dyan Sylvanis: Find anything good yet? ::Tailing Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn:: Hey, Syl. Not much. You? Cptn Ja'Lale: ;:with the station commander, going over details of the transfer:: John Randall: ::asks the transporter chief which port the Challenger is docked at; gets the reply, and makes his way to the airlock:: Hunter Matheson: ::he runs a hand through his close cropped hair and leans on the railing:: Figured there might be something down there. ::nods toward the lower level:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waving to whoever will receive it... Making his way to the bar :: Hunter Matheson: Hey. There's Hok. ::he gives a sharp whistle to get Hok's attention:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Leans over the rail, looking down.:: Hmm...maybe. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waves some more :: John Randall: ::pulls out his communicator:: +Challenger+ Challenger, one to beam up. Hunter Matheson: ::then smirks as folks around them cover their ears as he hollers::: HEY HOK! MAN. Hold on! Cptn Ja'Lale: OPS> +Randall+ Stand by.. energizing. ::beams him up:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves back, then leans over the rail again.:: Never been down there before. Hunter Matheson: Com'on. ::he grabs her hand:: Let's go. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is pulled along.:: Oh... John Randall: ::shimmers into existence in the familiar transporter room, smiles at the chief:: Hunter Matheson: ::then wraps his arm around her as they enter the lift:: Down one level. Hunter Matheson: Sorry... I'm just glad to be outta the ship. ::geared up like he's been trapped for years::: Dvokr chim Hok: Where are we going? Hunter Matheson: ::the lift opens:: Hey, El Tee. Glad we caught you. ::he steps out:: No idea. Somewhere with a bar? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Frozen in place not knowing if he should move his hand... no no, not there... just remains a bit stiff :: John Randall: Transporter Chief> Welcome home, Lieutenant. How was the seminar? Hunter Matheson: ::he blinks:: Somethin' wrong with your arm? Dvokr chim Hok: Yes, that would be good... I don't know where on this station. Hunter Matheson: Your guess is as good as ours. ::glance to Syl:: Nothing above. Let's check out this level. I smell something like burgers. Hunter Matheson: (yeah, I'm wired tonight) Dvokr chim Hok: No no... Just.. nothing wrong with it. :: relaxes a little :: You seem eager to get off the ship? John Randall: Not bad, I guess, Chief ::smiles tiredly:: Learned a little bit, but not that much. Mostly just shooting the bull. Dvokr chim Hok: Burgers? Real meat? Hunter Matheson: Gees.. you kidding me, sir? Yeah, I'm glad to be off. And it sure smells like it. Hunter Matheson: ::he looks to Syl:: You up to that? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Giggles.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Sure Hunter Matheson: Sweet... let's check it out. John Randall: Transporter Chief> I see. Nice to have you back. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Along for the wild ride :: Are you alright? How many cups of coffee? Hunter Matheson: Uh... kinda lost count. Real coffee. ::shrugs:: Not the replicated stuff. Packs a punch I guess. John Randall: Thanks, Chief. Catch up with you later, all right? ::smiles tiredly again:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in the station commander's ready room. Sits down in the chair across from his desk, the station CO pours them both a glass of Scottish whisky:: So we have a pretty good case against the Orions. Hunter Matheson: ::he snorts:: Too bad the skipper is in conference. He could join us. Dunno about the burgers. Dyan Sylvanis: I think he prefers his food raw. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Man. Scottish whisky? Share.) Hunter Matheson: Yeah, probably. John Randall: ::leaves the transporter room and goes to the turbolift, stepping into the car:: Deck 3. ::the lift speeds off:: Dvokr chim Hok: I think we are close Hunter Matheson: ::checking the store and bar windows as they pass by:: Cptn Ja'Lale: SCO> Yes, we do. The Orions we had talked alot and dilvulged much of their operations. Fleet willl be sending ships in the area to try to snuff them out. ::takes a sip after klinking glasses with Jalale:: Hunter Matheson: So...::ducks his head in one entrance, then shakes negative:: y'all check the area out. We're getting closer. John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; walks down the corridor avoiding the starbase repair crews, and arrives at his cabin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (scottish whisky - available at a station bar near you) Dyan Sylvanis: What about that one? ::Points at a place towards the end of the row.:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking that way:: Hey. Think you're right. Hunter Matheson: Lead the way, M'lady. ::smirk:: John Randall: ::the door swooshes open as he approaches, and he strides in; deposits his duffel bag on the sofa, and lets out a big sigh, glad to be home:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Flicks her silver hair back as she leads the way to their destination.:: John Randall: ::goes to the computer terminal and pulls up the manifest, having heard that Anastasia had left Starfleet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Following them both :: John Randall: ::stares at the manifest, seeing that the acting science officer is someone named Caitlin Townsend:: Hunter Matheson: Hey.. think you're right. ::he inhales deeply::: Almost like the ones on earth. Cptn Ja'Lale: Should be quick. And the freighter crew I hope aren't too traumatised by all this? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps into the doorway.:: John Randall: ::powers down the terminal, and removes his uniform; goes into the head to take a long-desired shower:: Hunter Matheson: ::follows, ticking his head at Hok to move on in::: John Randall: (in his own quarters, that is) Cptn Ja'Lale: SCO> Not by the looks of it. Our counselors talked to them all. They're shaken as one can expect, but there doesn't seem to be any lasting mental issues that we can see. Hunter Matheson: (so what's the fun in that, Randall?) John Randall: (just saying) Hunter Matheson: (::smirks::) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Yeah marines have communal showers.)) Dvokr chim Hok: :: moves in :: Hunter Matheson: (gotta love it) Dyan Sylvanis: It smells soooo good in here. Hunter Matheson: Oh, yeah. ::Syl:: Your turn to pick the booth. John Randall: ::steps out of the shower and towels himself dry; goes into the bedroom and puts on a fresh uniform, leaves the cabin and goes down the corridor to the turbolift, stepping into the car:: Deck 12. Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm... ::Picks a lone table in the back.:: John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he steps out; goes down the corridor to Engineering, where he enters:: Hunter Matheson: Good choice. ::slips in next to her and makes room for Hok:: John Randall: ::nods to the repair team and strides to the CE's office, entering:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa... look at this menu.... John Randall: ::sits down in the office chair, and thinks how good it is to be back aboard his home ship, then sighs as he sees the accumulated PADDs on the desk:: Dvokr chim Hok: They cater to many species. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the menu with Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::flips it over and over and over::: Yeah, they sure do... Dvokr chim Hok: You can order your meat lightly rotten if you are a Bolian. Dyan Sylvanis: bleh... Hunter Matheson: Uh... right, sir. Go for it. John Randall: ::pulls up the reports filed by the crew and reads through them; then he pulls up the report on the Challenger's last mission, and reads through it:: Hunter Matheson: They have all kinds of burgers and steaks... whoa. Triple fresh beef with everything, like jalapenos, onion, tomato, bacon, any kinda cheese.... Hunter Matheson: Avocado? Don't think I've seen that for a while. Wonder if it's real. Yathink? ::Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Dvokr chim Hok: Bacon? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shrugs.:: I don't even think I know what it is. Hunter Matheson: :::watching Hok run down the menu, wondering what he'll order::: Yes, sir. Bacon. Familiar with that? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Squeezes Kal's arm at the mention of bacon.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Her eyes are telling him not to go there.:: John Randall: ::powers down the computer and sits back in his chair, nodding in satisfaction as his friend Jeff Michaels has done a good job of running Engineering in his absence:: Hunter Matheson: ::he gives her a slow nod and a "gotcha"::: Hunter Matheson: Anyway, I'll have the triple cheese burger with everything except the... you know... ::bacon:: John Randall: ::powers the computer back up and sifts through his e-mail; sees a message from his Vulcan lady friend, T'Mira, and reads it with interest:: Dyan Sylvanis: hmm... ::Looking over it.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Wait, I know what it is... been a long time since I heard the teasing... Perhaps something fowl. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. It's.... well, depends on what kind of foul. Like the bird fowl or the other thing. Hunter Matheson: Like something you don't want to think about? Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: John Randall: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job - we'll continue with something new next week. TBS is a day, any questions? Chirakis: ::quiet clap:: Well done. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks Dyan Sylvanis: nope Hunter Matheson: no, sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. Sim dismissed. See you next week, or on Aegis
  25. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/1/17 - 10:03 PM=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 36 hours. The time is 1000 hours - 10:00 AM Aegis local. The Adriatic, LTCDR Lawliet in command, is approaching the temporal fold. It is close to Alien Alliance space. Alpha Squadron is on patrol. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: (# for Adriatic) mimipavilion: ::in her office:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::flying:: KelsaViegnor: ::planning:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking over the sensor readings:: Dacia Sandero: # ::in the sickbay:: Lawliet: # ::Adriatic bridge:: Mr. Jackson, position report. Amanda Davis PhD: ::stopping at Mimi's door, she knocks, even though it is open:: mimipavilion: ::looks up:: Enter Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Annisha and Miana somewhere:: Scott Coleridge: ::making his way towards the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: # We are... within range according to the Ma'ev's information. Kallah Ramson: ::on the CnC, walking all the stations:: Fletcher Jackson: # But I don't register anything. Tarisa: # ::Enters the bridge.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters and approaches Mimi's desk:: We might have a very big problem, Mimi. Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Sensors showing a planetary system. Four terrestrial planets, 2 gas giants. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: How so? KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::minding the storefront while Kelsa is doing the usual routine paper- (well, PADD) work:: Amanda Davis PhD: Well ::she sits, somewhat uneasily:: I spoke to Dr. Stone, who is a deep space trauma specialist... Lawliet: # Very well, bring us to impulse. ::turns to Tarisa:: Good timing Commander. We're approaching the coordinates. Begin sensor analysis. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes making various rounds, speaking to some of the department heads, enters TL:: CnC, please. Fletcher Jackson: # Going to impulse, aye. ::cuts the power down to sub warp::: Jylliene: @ ::still at cabin on lake, amazed at how nice the extended vacation feels:: Lawliet: # ::walks over to Cayne:: Commander, deploy a class one probe. Full sensor complement. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Noting his display :: Aye. Will be one minute. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: And... Amanda Davis PhD: I'm concerned about the Adriatic crew. There is a good possibility that the Ma'ev crew who are, despite being Romulan, experiencing fear, depression, and anxiety... Tarisa: # ::Steps over to the SCI console and begins.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Apparently all this can be traced to experiencing the same temporal time frame repeatedly. Lawliet: # ::walks over to Jorahl:: SubCommander, any indication of life in the system? KelsaViegnor: ::pulls up a regional star chart and peruses:: Amanda Davis PhD: Dr. Stone says that their brain patterns can become scrambled through this kind of experience. mimipavilion: Ok... think we should have the Adriatic Crew pull back so they don't fall into the same experience. Amanda Davis PhD: Well... scrambled it's exactly the word he chose. He said it would be like getting your ODN lines messed up so the right... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Third planet is class -M. No energy readings that would show advanced life. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. I agree. mimipavilion: ::nods:: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC Chirakis: ::at her station, CnC:: Chirakis: Lackey> +com+ Go ahead Doctor. Lawliet: # ::nods and turns to Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, dispatch a subspace message to Aegis and inform them we have arrived at the designated coordinates and begun our search. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Launching... Fletcher Jackson: # :::dispatches said message::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> There are some anomalies readings coming from the second planet. mimipavilion: +Lackey+ Inform the Captain that the Adriatic should fall back from the location that they are going to. Alexis McFarland: ::sits in the grass in the park and takes out her PADD:: Lawliet: # ::takes a seat in the captain's chair and looks at Jorahl:: What kind of anomalous readings? Tarisa: Miana> ::purring as she lays in the grass.:: Chirakis: Lackey> +com+ You're on live, ma'am. ::turns to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the TL onto the CnC at just that moment:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks very rested and ready for a new day:: Tarisa: # ::Ears perk as she focuses on the 2nd planet.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> So far, unclear. The planet is much like Venus in the Terran system. But, there are some chemical readings not normal for such a planet. Chirakis: Lackey> Commander Coleridge, sir. Dr. Pavilion recommends that the Adriatic should fall back from the location they are going to. Chirakis: Lackey> I'm assuming she means the temporal fold, sir. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: Run a tectonic survey. Tarisa: # ::Nods as she begins.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Understood. Has she explained why yet? Lawliet: # ::thinks for a moment:: Could this be the result of any natural forces? Kallah Ramson: ::listening to the conversation:: Scott Coleridge: ::his rested posture and expression slump microscopically as he is confronted immediately upon his entrance:: Chirakis: Lackey> No, sir. She's on live. ::he points to the com::: Fletcher Jackson: # ::cruising at half impulse toward the planet::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Possible. Waiting on the tectonic scans. mimipavilion: +Scott+ The reasoning is sir, that they could experience fear, depression and anxiety. Considering that they don't have a counselor on board. I recommend they fall back to a safer distance. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ What would you recommend as a "safer distance"? Amanda Davis PhD: ::mimi:: It could actually be worse than that. Paranoia is common. Amanda Davis PhD: ::waving her hands, she says quietly:: Completely away from the area. mimipavilion: ::nods to Amanda:: +Scott+ At least a light year maybe even more. Tarisa: # Scans are coming back. ::Brings them up.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::gives a slow nod with a sigh, definitely worried for their safety::: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ They’re… not going to be happy about that. But acknowledged. We’ll let them know. Lawliet: # ::looks at the display:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Looking at the display :: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ In the meantime, see if you can come up with any ideas about blocking or shielding against the effects. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Will do Commander. Chirakis: ::also listening, she looks to Ramson wondering what she is thinking at the moment::: Gila Orrak: :: On her day off :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxes somewhat:: Oh, thank goodness. Kallah Ramson: ::to scott::: Commander, I think we understood the dangers when we began the mission. Have Adriatic continue. Gila Orrak: :: Goes to the scent shop :: Amanda Davis PhD: Dr. Stone has the Ma'ev crew in his care. I am working as alternate and assistant. Chirakis: ::raising a brow::: Tarisa: # I do not believe that to be natural. It does not seem to be consistent with the rest of the planet's data. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Maybe we could work on getting a plan in place for the Adriatic crew. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Triangulating as the probe continues. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Captain, surely there isn’t anything wrong with proceeding a little more cautiously... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> indeed. While the atmosphere is dominated with toxic gasses, the planet was probably class-m less than a 1000 years ago. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, let's. Fletcher Jackson: # ::doesn't like the sound of "toxic"::: Tarisa: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Lawliet: # ::looks towards Jorahl and back at Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, how long would it take us reach the second planet under impulse speeds? Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: ::nods:: proceed with caution, but we will proceed. Fletcher Jackson: # Under impulse, a few hours. Actually... 2 hours, 37 minutes. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::greets Gila:: Good morning. May I help you? mimipavilion: ::nods:: OK exactly what would be the best course of action to do so? Lawliet: # ::looks back at Jorahl:: Thoughts SubCommander? We could increase speed, but with what happened to the Ma'ev... Amanda Davis PhD: I would imagine that Dr. Stone could help in that regard. But you know he gave me the simple version. I'm sure it's more complicated than that. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Perhaps we could apprise Adriatic of the latest data, tell them to be cautious, and have Dr. Sandero keep alert for symptoms. Allow Lawliet to use his discretion in whether or not they need to back off until we can shield more effectively. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Continue at this speed as the probe collects more data. Alexis McFarland: ::playing a game on her PADD next to Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::looks to Lawliet for verification:: mimipavilion: Alright, let's get him in on the plan. Lawliet: # ::nods:: Agreed. Mr. Jackson proceed under impulse power. Kallah Ramson: ::pacing a bit:: Agreed. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Half impulse. Chirakis: ::steps forward:: Captain, if I may? Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards Chirakis:: Chirakis: As I understand it, when the crew is caught in a temporal fold that creates a loop of experiences, they will all be affected. None on the ship will realize that they are acting abnormally. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns and curls up by Alexis, looking at her padd.:: What are you playing? Lawliet: # ::looks towards Cayne:: Commander, redirect the probe to the second planet. I want a full sensor scan before we arrive in orbit. Chirakis: Some will be able to deal, and some will not. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Altering course of the probe... Chirakis: 10:31 PM Alexis McFarland: Mm, I'm playing a game where you have to dodge stuff and get a goal, it's fun Annisha: ::: At the other end of the bed :: Kallah Ramson: We are still working under the assumption that the fold was drawn to the Ma'ev by it's AQS. Adriatic should not have that issue. Lawliet: # ::to Tarisa:: Commander, as the probe is collecting data from the second planet I want you to continue scanning the rest of the system. mimipavilion: +Dr. Stone+ Dr. Pavilion to Dr. Stone When you have a minute please report to my office. Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Aye. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> +Mimi+ I'll be right there, Doctor. Scott Coleridge: If they're caught in a temporal fold, this all becomes moot. Scott Coleridge: But if they stay too far out of the affected area, they'll never gather the data we need to assess the risk to this sector. Tarisa: Miana> Oooh. ::Trying to stay interested, watching the game for a while.:: Alexis McFarland: Yea challenging but fun ::as she moves her character around moving obstacles to the goal line:: Gila Orrak: :: Arrives at the shop :: Kelsa? Chirakis: I would venture to say that the fold is a definite risk. Perhaps they should evaluate from a distance, measure its size, and determine its destination, nothing else. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::sees Gila:: May I help you? Alexis McFarland: Want to try it out? It's easy in the beginning. ::hands overr the PADD to Miana:: Gila Orrak: Is Kelsa not here again? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::knocks on the office door::: mimipavilion: Enter Lawliet: # ::reviewing the sensor analysis:: Kallah Ramson: ::slight grin:: Do you think command sits around and arm chair quarterbacks us on our daily missions. Lawliet's in command. It's his call now. Tarisa: Miana> Um...ok. ::Takes the padd.:: KelsaViegnor: Thelea> She is. One moment, please. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::enters:: Yes, Doctor Pavilion. How can I help you? ::then spots Amanda::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail begins to flail about as she plays.:: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: You gotta touch the guy left and right to move him. Chirakis: ::polite nod:: Yes, Captain. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::moves over towards Tarisa's station:: What do you make of those high atmospheric readings? KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::goes to the door to the small office, informs of the visitor:: mimipavilion: We've been tasked with coming up with a plan to block or shield the crew from experiencing the same effects that the Ma'ev crew did. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::has a fairly good idea what she will want to discuss::: Tarisa: # They seem troubling, like they were not supposed to be there. KelsaViegnor: ::looks up from her work, nods, and exits into the shop:: Gila. Good to see you ::smiles:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Possible source? Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears lower as her character falls down.:: Oh no. mimipavilion: Care to help us with the task. Lawliet: # ::turns his chair towards Jorahl and Tarisa:: Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Block or shield the crew. :::his lips purse as he sits:: Alexis McFarland: aww. Gotta be faster. Gila Orrak: It has been a while. How is business? Tarisa: # ::Shakes head.:: Unknown until we get a clearer picture. Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Lackey:: Contact the Adriatic and inform them of Dr. Pavilion's latest findings. Instruct them to proceed as they see fit but to monitor for psychic and psychological symptoms. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Shall I send the probe around again? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Well, since we're talking about an actual temporal fold, I would say that they should stay away from it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries again.:: Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, Commander. On it. Alexis McFarland: Not bad, getting better KelsaViegnor: It's doing well, thank you. And you? Lawliet: # Make it so Commander Cayne. Chirakis: Lackey> +Aegis to Adriatic+ mimipavilion: That was our concern as well. ::motioning to herself and Amanda:: Fletcher Jackson: # +Aegis+ You're on, sir. Lawliet: # ::hears the com beep:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exterior shot of the probe whooshing past the camera :: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station and checks for updates on his other responsibilities:: Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Dr. Pavilion believes that the temporal fold could cause all kinds of psychological trauma. You are instructed to proceed as you see fit but to monitor for psychic and psychological symptoms. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: If need be, we could have the probe skim the upper atmosphere. Samples may prove useful. Fletcher Jackson: # ::doesn't like the sound of that message:: Tarisa: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Yes. Tarisa: Miana> ::Makes it to the next level.:: Alexis McFarland: Yay! ::pets Miana:: Lawliet: # ::walks down to Jackson's position:: +Aegis+ This is Captain Lawliet. Message acknowledged. We are proceeding to the second planet in this star system. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Frankly, this is the first experience I've had with this syndrome. Most of the information we have is research data and nothing more. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> However, given the state of mind I've seen so far, I would say that the research meshes with what we see here. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::moves back to his station:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I understand as I had my fair share research, but that doesn't mean that something can go sideways. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Say again. Transmission garbled. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Chirakis: ::looks to Lackey and steps toward him:: Lawliet: # +Aegis+ We are proceeding to the second planet in this star system. Come back. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::he nods:: Definitely. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::adjusting power to the sensors:: Gila Orrak: :: to Kelsa :: The work is very taxing, but a lot like what I did on Cardassia, except under these alliance ruleset. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Understand proceeding to second planet in star system. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Be advised your transmission is cutting in and out. KelsaViegnor: You seem to look well. Does it feel like it suits you? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Much of this data will have to be analyzed later. The station computer is more suited to this. Kallah Ramson: Use the sensor feed we're getting from Adriatic and cross reference from the Ma'ev logs. See if they have anything on this system Lawliet: # +Aegis+ Understood. We'll look into it. Gila Orrak: As soon as I can really prove myself I think so. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Adriatic, come in. Acknowledge. Gila Orrak: There are so many species here, far more than I appreciated when I arrived. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: Lawliet: # ::looks down at Jackson's display:: What's going on? Chirakis: Lackey> :::narrows the stream to focus on their position as they know it:: +Adriatic+ Respond. Adriatic, respond. mimipavilion: So where do we begin. Fletcher Jackson: # No idea, Captain. We can hear them. Lawliet: # ::turns to Jorahl:: SubCommander, get with Engineering about the comms. Fletcher Jackson: # Let me try a narrower stream. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::hearing ops:: ::checking systems:: Comm systems are fully functional. Sensors show no sign of any interference. Fletcher Jackson: # +Aegis+ Adriatic here. Acknowledge. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::continues to go about her work:: Lawliet: # ::turns back looking down at Jackson:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::sigh of relief:: +Adriatic+ Acknowledged. You are loud and clear. Tarisa: # ::Scans the area immediately around the ship.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Fletcher:: please tell me there are more than 2 souls in Ops who know how to work the comms still on the station. Fletcher Jackson: # ::Lets out a breath:: Yes, sir. There are. ::Jorahl:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Loses last try and gets a "game over.":: Aw... Alexis McFarland: Ahh. You went pretty far Lawliet: # +Aegis+ Aegis, we will keep you apprised of our progress and we'll have medical keep a close eye on our vitals. Tarisa: Miana> Yeah. ::Hands the padd back.:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Sensors detect a ship in orbit around the 2nd planet.... then it's gone. No ID from the short detection. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Acknowledged, Adriatic. Leaving the comm system open. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles again and relaxes by Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: # :;Perks up.:: I had a ship for a moment. Lawliet: # ::turns towards Tarisa:: You sure? Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Yes, but it vanished. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Ship blips onto sensors again...and gone. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> We begin with what we have, Doctor. There's not a lot that we can do unless they experience the phenomenon. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Running a high res scan, increasing capture rate. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I will scan again. Tarisa: # It happened again. ::Tail going crazy, like a cat who had just seen a bird.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Lawliet: # ::steps up to Tarisa's station:: Location? Tarisa: # In orbit of the 2nd planet. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> I'll send you all the data from Ma'ev's crew. Maybe the three of us can figure something out. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Ship blips onto the sensors again and again vanishes. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: # ::Perks up again.:: mimipavilion: Thank you Dr. Stone. Lawliet: # ::notices the blip:: Can you extrapolate its movement based off the sensor hits? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> I'll send it right away. Amanda, I want you in on this. Amanda Davis PhD: Of course. Tarisa: # I can try. ::Makes calculations.:: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Focusing sensors onto estimated location. Lawliet: # ::looks up at the main viewer thinking about what's coming:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she rests her head on Alexis' shoulder. She closes her eyes and rests.:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Blips again Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Got something. Processing sensor image. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> On screen...... :::puts up the image.... it's the Adriatic :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/1/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then... Chirakis: TBS Captain? Kallah Ramson: Short. 15 minutes? Chirakis: 15 minutes it is. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  26. A Fold in Time Amanda Davis, MD (Psychiatry) Sky Harbor Aegis Amanda Davis clutched her teacup and reread the patients’ data on her PADD. Most of the crew from RSE Ma’ev had been released from sickbay, and the few remaining were recovering nicely— except for some who were suffering from severe anxiety, fear, and depression. Most of those who were struggling with psychological trauma were fairly young and inexperienced, brought aboard to replace the many who were lost in the the devastation of ch’Rihan. Considering their youth, their inexperience, the anxiety, fear, and depression, Amanda believed that their psychological problems stemmed from experiencing the temporal fold. In essence, their minds were struggling with an extended reliving of the same experience ad infinitum. Her eyes closed into an extended sigh, then she leaned her forehead against one hand and paged through notes with the other. “Amanda?” Startled, her head jerked up to see Dr. Stone’s concerned expression. “Oh. Jeremy. Thank goodness.” She relaxed and waved him into a chair. “You look… exhausted? Frustrated?” he said, slipping into the chair opposite, then corralling cream and sugar set for his coffee. “Oh, yes. Both. And very concerned.” He nodded. “Can I help?” “Well, yes. If you know how to treat Time Perception.” “Time Perception. The Ma’ev’s crew?” “Then you do know.” Amanda’s mood changed instantly. She stared at him for a minute as a grin took form while he added a drop of cream and began to stir. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Jeremy. Of course. You specialize in deep space trauma! How could I ever forget. I should have come to you at the very first. Please… do tell.” After a double-tap of his spoon on the mug and a long first sip, he looked up. “Are we talking about classic or otherwise?” “Well, I’m not sure. It certainly seems classic.” “Anxiety? Fear? Depression? Paranoia?” “Oh, my, yes.” She passed her PADD and he paged through it while he drank. “Hm…. these are the patients I’ve been watching.” He returned the PADD and relaxed in his chair. “The best thing you can do at this point is to sit, listen, and counsel. Their brain scans show a disruption in the communication lines from cerebral cortex, cerebellum, and basal ganglia. An engineer would say that the ODN lines are tangled and crossed. Until they’re… uncrossed, either by counseling or mild medication, their circadian rhythm and ultradian timekeeping will try to make sense separately and might even try to fight each other.” “And when that happens? When they fight each other?” “Oh, any number of things.” He took a sip, then scooted her PADD around, tapped a few sections, then turned it back to a list entitled Temporal Illusions. “Telescoping—thinking that recent events happened long ago and vice versa; overestimating short intervals and underestimating longer intervals; loud or high pitched sounds seeming to last longer than normal sounds. But some of those are normal, not necessarily caused by trauma. Excessive fear, empathy, depression, and the like—those are often trauma.” Amanda sat for a moment, then refilled her teacup as she asked, “And what do you know of temporal folds?” “Hey Amanda,” he laughed. “I’m a doctor, not a scientist. Why do you ask?” “Because….” She returned the pot and waited for his full attention. “The Adriatic is on its way to investigate the temporal fold, and I don’t believe that they realize what they’re getting into. Please excuse me, Jeremy. I’m going to talk to Dr. Pavilion.”
  27. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 1 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 36 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local. The Adriatic is approaching the area of the temporal fold. All stations are at high alert and Aegis is monitoring its every move.
  28. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #970, STARDATE 51711.27 = /\ = The Manticore was pulled through a black hole while the engines were shut down. Just as we breached the event horizon, Erich jump started the warp drive and we found ourselves stuck in a pocket of Hyper Subspace. It protected the ship while allowing us to travel at unbelievably high speeds. We "popped the bubble" with a photon torpedo and the ship took terrible damage slowing down to high warp speeds from the extreme of the bubble. As ship and crew got fixed, we attempted to send sensor probes out to expand our view, but the launch tubes were damaged in the sudden slowdown and the attempt destroyed the Science labs and killed all on duty there at the time. Only T'Prise, Bren Faliver and SciGuy survived the devastation. Three weeks later, the ship was fully spaceworthy and we began to fly in a direction, hoping to find familiar stars. What we found were unfamiliar ships on an intercept course with us. Somehow, this is actually familiar to us, yanno? = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #970, STARDATE 51711.27 = /\ = 171127.log
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