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  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 23 March 2018 22 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.112 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Adriatic is at the shipyard. Strike Force Bravo is in Aegis orbit. All operations outside Aegis space are on hold. Everything pertinent to the mission is classified top secret. Representatives from Fleet Command will arrive soon. Captain Ramson has conferred with SubCommander Jorahl regarding the satellite Adriatic retrieved. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo are still in orbit, and still strangely silent. Ma'ev's crew remains on Aegis, with no desire to leave.
  3. Negotiable Truth “No one ever knows the truth, not even the one who started it all.” ~Fred Burton; Ghost: Confessions of a Counterterrorism Agent Her boots fell softly on the decking in Station Surveillance as the door secured itself behind her. If the requisite chime had not signaled her entrance, the Officer in Charge would not have known she was there. A simple wave of her hand signaled “carry on" as Kirel began her usual walk around, checking monitors and the progress on the current investigations, especially suspicious communications into and out of Aegis space. OIC Julia Baxter supplied the latest Situation Report, then handed the captain an encrypted datachip containing the latest report from Starfleet Intelligence. Kirel slipped it into her tunic pocket with a nod of thanks, then disappeared into her office. “They are getting younger every day,” she muttered as she strode toward her console. Ltjg Baxter was, according to Starfleet, one of the best and brightest. “Your station is lucky to get her," they said, and it was probably an understatement. According to General Tislak, he had groomed her specially for border surveillance. Over the last year, the junior officer had definitely proven her worth. However, the mere thought of someone in security having been groomed put her under Kirel’s watchful eye. If the girl had been trained or prepared it would be another matter. But groomed? And by General Tislak…? Kirel settled into her chair, considered the datachip for a moment, then slipped it into position, ready to endure the seemingly endless verification process. Thirty seconds later, the screen began to scroll… and scroll… and scroll information from this sector… and that sector… this agency… and that agency. Eventually she relaxed and closed her eyes, knowing that the console would alert her to anything significant. Some time later she awoke to the familiar voice of SI-5 Director Torak. “Director,” she said, straightening into a more appropriate posture. “I see that the Starfleet Intelligence report is as stimulating as ever, Kirel.” Her lips pursed into a sarcastic smile. “I find that it's best used for relaxation,” the director continued as he pulled a PADD into view, an emblazoned Federation logo prominent on the cover as he flipped it open. “Unfortunately for both of us, now is not the time.” Torak was not one to mince words, nor was he one to tread lightly. He was dynamic and forceful, came to the point quickly, and barked orders. Instead, he seemed distracted and concerned. His facial expressions, his body language, and his hesitation spoke more powerfully than anything he said. “I understand that one of your ships had a dramatic encounter with unknown entities in hostile space.” Kirel’s expression remained passive as she listened. “Also, the ship entered Federation space… with unauthorized assistance.” He was choosing his words carefully, almost as though he was under scrutiny. Someone was listening? But someone was always listening, always watching. Without changing position, the director's eyes flicked right, then returned to the PADD. “And now that ship's commanding officer, its crew, and several others face a tribunal. Were you aware?” “I am now,” she said casually. “You don't seem concerned, Captain.” “Should I be?” “I would if I were facing a tribunal.” Kirel shrugged. “We have nothing to hide.” Director Torak sighed, leaning left for a moment. Behind him, to his right, the reflection of a familiar person showed in a glass partition. Commander Walsh, assistant to the Consul General, had been itching for a promotion since she could remember. Tall and imposing, he had a permanent icy expression that suited his cold determination to win. In Kirel’s estimation, he was looking for someone to hang, and by Kahless, it would not be Commander Lawliet. “I remind you, Captain, that what we have just discussed is classified compartmentalized. None of this conversation is to be discussed. Am I clear?” “Very clear.” As soon as the connection cut, she sat back to think. She could not trust everyone, but she could trust SI-5 Director Torak to manipulate those he despised. She knew Welsh well, and he knew her probably more than he wanted to. Given the chance, she could easily take him down. The only problem was getting the chance. Still, there could be another reason for the tribunal, one that began with Ma’ev and possibly end with Adriatic. Torak had chosen his words wisely. Kirel would not reveal a word of their conversation, meaning that she would not speak a word of it. All she had to do was think, and Captain Ramson would know everything.
  4. Last week
  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.19 = /\ = The Manticore, under cloak, is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a member of the Federation. A9 was given the mission to investigate the people in advance of the induction, as some in the Fed Council have suspicions about this society. The ship snuck in, under cloak, while A9 took the Pegasus down, disguised as a Diplomatic Shuttle, to keep the bureacrats busy. Meanwhile, two away teams covertly beamed down to integrate with the locals and collect information. They have now found out what Statiak has been hiding, an annual event called the 'Purge." This is a 12-hour period when the gov't sanctions (oh wait, I meant sanctions, hmm never mind) violence by all of the population. The teams are now trying to stay out of the way (in a boarded up store and a nearby sewer drain), so they can survive the night and report back to the Fed Council without starting a war. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.19 = /\ = 180319.log
  6. USS REPUBLIC MISSION BRIEFING 51803.12 - Season 26 The away team has returned and are in a debriefing with the Admiral.......Rue and Jax had just brought up the power station and we are awaiting the rest of the reports. August Jax Robinson: (w) protect me Blu STSF_BluRox: (that's creepy Heather) STSF_BluRox: (Why am I envisioning you all in a Scooby Doo episode right now?) STSF Seiben: Zoinks! STSF_BluRox: (brilliant....what a great future idea!) STSF_BluRox: BEGIN SIM STSF_BluRox: BEGIN SIM STSF_BluRox: BEGIN SIM STSF_BluRox: :: Sits back listening to Rue and Jax discussing the power plant / hydroelectric dam:: Heather Jamieson: :: Watching the progress of the computer models being created from the tricorder data. They could not get clear readings, but perhaps the computer could shed some light... :: STSF Seiben: ::watches as well and listens STSF_BluRox: I'd like to hear from each of you, what your impressions were at the dam. STSF_BluRox: Jax, please continue August Jax Robinson: ::Points as Rue talks, then brings up images:: STSF_BluRox: Any opinion Jax? Why the twisted metal every time they started it up? August Jax Robinson: I think the system should have been maintained better. but with the work we did, as long as they keep it up August Jax Robinson: it should last STSF Seiben: I agree, maintenance issues aside the dam seemed to be well constructed. STSF_BluRox: What did you do at the dam to correct the issue? It was my understanding that you were observing August Jax Robinson: I think they had a weak metal, it is natural that it would need to be replaced with a stringer STSF_BluRox: But why every time they started it up, the new turbines would bend as well? August Jax Robinson: they used the best the planet could make STSF_BluRox: Quite the puzzle STSF_BluRox: ::turned to Heather and the newer Seiben...it was hard to get past the family resemblance , nearly identical to one of his predecessors:: Tell me about what you found up on the plateau? STSF_BluRox: (oh wtf.... weatherman is now saying we might get 24"....3 days ago, it was 3-6"...grrr) Heather Jamieson: The readings were off the charts for a tricorder, but I think with the ship scanning and our local devices scanning we should be able to create a clearer picture. But we are only scratching the surface, literally. Preliminary data suggests activity below the surface. STSF Seiben: We found abnormal readings coming from the lakes there; a high amount of electromagnetic readings. August Jax Robinson: ((umm, this is my 3rd Nor'easter. we can't keep up with the tree branches! our cherry picker is sidelined because she is a 1994/1992)) STSF Seiben: (oooh) August Jax Robinson: ((FYI, the truck and Boom might not be the same age)) STSF_BluRox: (3rd in 12 days here.... but they are sort of normal for us here) STSF Seiben: We weren't able to pinpoint the exact source of these readings before we left, but I imagine it is what's causing all the electrical interference. STSF_BluRox: Heather, what did you find about the readings...I know Holly mentioned that she sent some information to Rue to inform the team. She will be joining us shortly, she's investigating another lead and wants to have all her data together before she joins us Heather Jamieson: Very erratic, highly energetic. I'd not want to remain there long. I believe the source may be underground. August Jax Robinson: it was a long hike STSF Seiben: That it was Heather Jamieson: There is so much interference that real-time analysis is not really possible. STSF_BluRox: So, can I have a hypothesis from you all, as to what you think it might me? STSF_BluRox: (sorry, had to pop into the lobby to help someone new) Heather Jamieson: A geological anomaly centered at that plateau due to underground rare element structures energized by... I'm not certain. Could be the work they are doing here. Geological activity... STSF Seiben: It seems really a large source to be manmade, though I wouldn't discount the possibility. I would assume its some sort of electrical field or geological phenomena August Jax Robinson: I think it might be something kind of vibration, like area's that have those sounds from no where in places August Jax Robinson: there is no sound that we can hear, it might not be something we can pick up... yet Heather Jamieson: Dilithium deposits...? STSF_BluRox: What of the ...sparkling lights that they were describing. Did you get a chance to observe and record the phenomenon? STSF_BluRox: (Welcome Suvok) August Jax Robinson: We did see them, it was amazing STSF Seiben: The lights could be an electrical aura similar to the auroras on Earth's poles Suvok: (Thank you, BluRox.) Heather Jamieson: Very low to the ground Seiben STSF_BluRox: ::looks down at her Padd noticing that Holly had just sent some files to review:: STSF Seiben: Yes, but the electrical field is underground as you suggest, then I suppose it could be possible... but then again, you're the scientist not me. STSF_BluRox: Ah, one moment..... got some information: transfers the file to be shown on the larger screen. STSF Seiben: but if the electrical...* August Jax Robinson: ::Looks over the readings:: STSF Seiben: ::looks at the screen:: STSF_BluRox: Holly had noted that there had been some anomalous readings that on a much smaller scale, almost appeared similar to what would be seen from the energy or debris from an exploding neutron star.... Did you factor any of that into your information and hypothesis? ACTION :: brings up a holoimage of the plateau the team had just visited. From orbit, it can be seen that it is not just a plateau, but actually a crater upon a mountaintop, but not like a volcano. Heather Jamieson: No, but I can. The computer will have to take some time with it. STSF_BluRox: Holly is already working on it, she had assumed you took the information you had been sent to factor it into your observations. Heather Jamieson: I was correlating the tricorder data with the ship's sensors. STSF_BluRox: Holly> ::: activates the viewer and shows up on their screens:: I've been going through the data and the information that the team collected. it is my best hypothesis, that a few small fragments from a neutron star implosion, may have made their way here by the power of the blast. Typically, most matter would have been recaptured by the resultant black hole being formed, however, it is not uncommon that a stray bit may escape. STSF_BluRox: Holly> If this indeed what the issue is, these people may have a problem. It may be that those small fragments by nature of their density and general nature, are most likely working their way down into the planet and may be the cause of the electromagnetic disturbances. August Jax Robinson: isn't that what I said? STSF_BluRox: Blu> Holly, keep investigating, I'll have the team factor in this new information and see what they come up iwth. STSF_BluRox: Alright, while Holly works on that.... what impact on the colonist could this have, and on the terraforming project in general? STSF_BluRox: Anyone? August Jax Robinson: it could destroy the planet Heather Jamieson: As they scale up projects it could become a greater problem. STSF_BluRox: That is a distinct possibility STSF Seiben: Yes, I'd imagine the more they dig, the bigger the electromagnetic disturbance gets STSF_BluRox: I think it also relates back to the bent turbines at the dam. Not shoddy workmanship, but electromagentic issues STSF Seiben: ::nods:: STSF_BluRox: Heather, Seiben, I'd like for you both to head to Astrometrics and discuss this with Holly. Heather Jamieson: Understood. STSF Seiben: Yes sir STSF_BluRox: Jax, I want you and Rue to discuss the colonist issue with me. Do we need to evacuate? If they refuse, do we make them leave or are we forced to let them be? August Jax Robinson: I think if they keep on drilling yeah, they are going to go boom STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM August Jax Robinson: ::Paused::: STSF_BluRox: Ok, great job tonight being a bit on the light side. Made some progress on what is going on, but now have to work to figure out what to do about it, and what 'are' those strange sparkling lights?! STSF_BluRox: Any questions or comments before we end tonight? STSF_BluRox: (Oh...and say hello to Suvok, who stopped in to watch the sim, and I believe is a new member?) STSF Seiben: Hey Suvok: (I am Indeed. I am watching to learn of how the roleplay functions.) STSF_BluRox: It's pretty easy, you are welcome to stop by our Romulan game on Thursday night if you like as well, and Seiben has a weekend game he runs as well STSF_BluRox: Also, if you look at he drop down menu at the top of the screen, on the help tab, the drop down menu will take you to Walking and Talking, it will detail how we talk and type to indicate conversation vs actions STSF_BluRox: There are games most nights during the week, feel free to drop in and watch how they go. We are open to new crew so if you are interested, stop back again and we can discuss letting you try playing on a trial basis to see if you like it or not STSF_BluRox: Ok, and I know some of you have to work in the morning, so let's wrap this up for tonight. STSF_BluRox: Crew Dismissed. See you Thursday on the Talon
  7. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51803.15 - Season 23 The crew had returned to the ship after assisting on the planet to get basic systems up and running again, and the injured to the medical facilities. Those that were severely injured, had been brought to the ship for healing. After a quick debrief and sending them off to get some sleep, a shower and prepare reports. After reviewing more fleet movement charts, t'Vatrix has asked t'Temarr and t'Ksa to meet her at her chambers. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM [11:11 pm] STSF Seiben: ::in the mess hall, eating his meal with Pexil as far as he remembers:: [11:11 pm] m_k_tksa::: gotten as far as the oria, had na made it to the Khre'Riov's chambers quite yet:: [11:12 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: Spreads a number of ISD's about her desk, and turns to stare at the map positioned upon the wall [11:12 pm] Laehval tTemarr::: Having just entered t'Rexan's chambers, she gave her a nod.:: Rekkhai, au summoned? [11:14 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: half distracted by the map, she looked back over her shoulder to tTemarr::: Ie.....I wanted to speak with au, and the Daise Maenak. I trust au were able to get some rest before I bothered au? [11:14 pm] m_k_tksa: ::taking a deep breath, straightens her uniform tunic before ringing the chime:: [11:14 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: to Koga :: Did au ever meet Nalia? Wait, au must have. [11:15 pm] STSF Seiben: I believe I did, when we were in ch'Rihan yes. She seemed nice, but I didn't talk to much if at all. [11:16 pm] KhreRiovtRex: I am deeply worried about our current troop locations [11:16 pm] Lerak trPexil: Au stay away from her :: laughing :: [11:17 pm] Lerak trPexil: So, what of our next adventure? [11:17 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::Laehval waved the door open to admit t'Ksa and then took a seat.:: Ie, I had a shower and a brief bite. ::She glanced at the map.:: What of the troops? [11:17 pm] STSF Seiben: ::chuckles:: All right, I doubt she'd want to be with some retired keve'shrek fighter anyway. She's probably not the type to be into it much. [11:17 pm] STSF Seiben: ::shrugs:: I don't know yet. Haven't heard anything regarding that. Hopefully, we can be able hunt down these Othan scum [11:17 pm] m_k_tksa: ::following t'Temarr and taking a seat as well:: [11:20 pm] KhreRiovtRex: As you know, we were losing ground back home, it wasn't until that extra wave of ships that turned up that we were able to turn the battle to our cause. However, many of those ships, were from this sector and protecting Justarus. They lost many here in the first attack that was made here but held. it's a good force. However.......many are still at the home world, reinforcing and checking small outposts for Othan traitors. [11:20 pm] KhreRiovtRex: If we were to continue our mission, to follow the Othan and try to cut them off...I foresee two critical issues at he moment: [11:22 pm] KhreRiovtRex: 1) In our efforts to liberate and help both the last colony and Justarus (the station and colony world), we have given the Othan the time to slip away. They are no doubt far from our reach by now. [11:23 pm] KhreRiovtRex: 2) If we were to pursue, we have ships coming back here to defend this sector, but they are few. I would hate for us to pursue, meet a poor end, and then leave an open corridor for them to slide right back in. [11:24 pm] Lerak trPexil: A lonely path we walk. [11:26 pm] STSF Seiben: Indeed it is. It's fortunate you were able to find someone okay with you being away so often. That's pretty rare. [11:26 pm] Laehval tTemarr: So... we must either continue to provide aid to the colonials and give up the pursuit, or we can pursue and hope we find them, but abandon the outer worlds and hope that others come to their aid. [11:26 pm] STSF Seiben: ::takes a bite of some food:: [11:27 pm] KhreRiovtRex: More or less in a nutshell....ie. [11:27 pm] KhreRiovtRex: As I know many on the home world, myself included, and I'm sure many here as well, seek vengeance, I think that this is na the time nor place for it. However, some may see it as taking an easy way out, or accuse us of fearing to face the Othan. Personally, :: turns and points at the map:: I think from a strategic position, we should not push on. [11:29 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Eats :: [11:29 pm] m_k_tksa: ::watching both t'Temarr and the Khre'Riov closely:: [11:29 pm] KhreRiovtRex: I wanted to first hear both of your thoughts on this. and then I had a follow up from the Daise Maenak on the status of those that were injured. Can they all be handled here, or would the facilities at the shipyards be better? Are any severe cases that need to be taken to the home world? [11:29 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She turned to give Ksa a look.:: And au? Do au think we should abandon the pursuit? [11:31 pm] m_k_tksa: IT is my opinion that is better for us to gain our strength then to continue as we are. We know the Othans and what they are capable, and their resources will be cut off. We need to rally our own people. [11:32 pm] Lerak trPexil: How many other ships do are pursuing the Othan. [11:32 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: nods to tKsa:: [11:33 pm] KhreRiovtRex: And au tTemarr? [11:33 pm] Laehval tTemarr: Ie, I agree. ::Firm nod.:: As much as it pains me to allow the Othan scum to live a moment longer, there are people in need here that are more important than a blood quest. [11:36 pm] STSF Seiben: I don't know off hand, but it wasn't that many [11:36 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Very well...... Then we all agree and will explain it to the crew that we will hold this line for now until we regather our strenght. [11:38 pm] KhreRiovtRex: They have a fully functioning shipyard,.ours..is just getting back on its feet. Our two ships could possibly be flying into a major trap, or just overwhelming forces. Though, we did injure them badly ourselves [11:39 pm] Lerak trPexil: How long would au wait...for someone Koga? [11:40 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Morganna, on the status of your patients. I know au have done extensive work with au team to get their systems back up and the medical facilities. Many of their families also work at the shipyards. They are sending ships here with engineers and medics. Do au have any cases that need to be taken to the shipyard medical, or more severe back to chRihan? [11:41 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: drinks :: [11:41 pm] m_k_tksa: Na that need to be transferred back to ch'Rihan. I'd like to transfer the rest of the patients to the shipyard when they're ready. [11:42 pm] STSF Seiben: Someone? As in that special someone? I don't know, those don't come by too often. But, I think it'd wait at least another 5-10 years. I'm still young enough. [11:42 pm] STSF Seiben: ::drinks his drink:: [11:42 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: glances at his isd and the workload :: [11:44 pm] KhreRiovtRex: That is easily enough done. We can also leave some of our supplies at the shipyard to supplement their stores. We can restock back home. [11:44 pm] STSF Seiben: Did au manage to get some decent rest yet? ::watches him look at his ISD:: [11:45 pm] KhreRiovtRex: I'd also like for au to discuss with the Kheinsa, any recommendations he'd make for the crew. Many did na get to deal with their personal losses before we had to so quickly leave [11:45 pm] Lerak trPexil: Na... and I'd like a massage... but I'm not likely to get it. I'll ask t'Temarr. I'm sure after I do I'll be escorted to the brig...or airlock. [11:46 pm] STSF Seiben: I'd pick the latter. [11:46 pm] Laehval tTemarr: (Or the morgue. ) [11:47 pm] m_k_tksa: Understood ::nods:: [11:47 pm] KhreRiovtRex: (lol) [11:49 pm] Laehval tTemarr: What of the children? ::Looking again at Morgana.:: [11:49 pm] KhreRiovtRex: I want to thank au both, for being so strong and helping the crew get through this. I do na believe we'd have made it through everthing without au both....... Pexil and Koga too........ [11:50 pm] KhreRiovtRex: ::turns to tKsa:: [11:50 pm] STSF Seiben: Hope to get some decent sleep when I retire. At least I'll get a chance to sleep in some. [11:51 pm] Lerak trPexil: I'm na sure what awaits me. [11:51 pm] STSF Seiben: You and me both. [11:53 pm] KhreRiovtRex: ::turns back to Laehval:: Did we na leave them at the medical facilities at the shipyards? [11:54 pm] KhreRiovtRex: If they have na been found someone to be with, we could feasibly pick them back up, and take them back to chRihan. I'm sure Galae medical would be interested to find out what the Othan were doing to them. [11:55 pm] m_k_tksa: There are three remaining. I'll know for sure if we find a familiar match in the morning. [11:56 pm] KhreRiovtRex: have au and the kheinsa been able to gleen any information from them? [11:56 pm] Laehval tTemarr: Alright. I suppose that is the best we can hope for at this point. [11:57 pm] Lerak trPexil: Back home I mean. Perhaps a bit of motivation for me to press on. [11:57 pm] m_k_tksa: Na much, other than they are very comfortable with the maenkenn and nurses. This has been a part of their life for a very long time, maybe since birth. [11:59 pm] KhreRiovtRex: ::frowns, displeased with that information:: The day will come, were there will be retribution...... :: turning and pointing to a few areas on the map:: But I'm afraid that today is na that day. We have way too many holes....in our net......that predators can make their way into unseen. [12:00 am] KhreRiovtRex: Hann'yyo for both of au opinions. If the crew feels we are making the wrong decision, we will just have to explain it to them. [12:02 am] KhreRiovtRex: Laeh, can au get us back on course for the shipyards. We will be making a brief stop, then heading back to chRihan. I'd also like to turn over those th'ann, that NDak interrogated for us [12:02 am] Laehval tTemarr: I doubt any of them will deny the logic of it, nor the chance to help those in need. [12:02 am] Laehval tTemarr: Ie, Rekkhai. ::Another nod.:: [12:02 am] KhreRiovtRex: I honestly think many would like to check in on their own families as well. We had little time for them to do so before we left [12:03 am] STSF Seiben: Ah. Maybe I can be a Keveshrek commentator on one of those sports holo-networks. [12:03 am] Lerak trPexil: Are au ready to get out of here? Perhaps a holoroom form of relaxation...if we are afforded it. [12:03 am] KhreRiovtRex: I do na wish to take up too much of au valuable time. I know au both have been busy. That is all for now. Hann'yyo for coming by [12:03 am] Lerak trPexil: As an expert? [12:04 am] STSF Seiben: That would be nice. Au could get that massage au wanted? And ie, I still know a lot about the sport and I still follow it regularly. [12:04 am] KhreRiovtRex: :: picks up io of the ISD's and turns back to the map starting to make indications rhae the map for troop moment senarios.... [12:05 am] Laehval tTemarr: ::She rose and turned, making her way to the bridge to carry out t'Rexan's orders.:: [12:05 am] m_k_tksa: ::nods, and heads out the door, still na sure what to make of that meeting considering their history:: PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM [12:07 am] KhreRiovtRex: Nice sim guys, and thanks Pexil and Koga for keeping yourselves busy while we had a mini staff meeting [12:07 am] STSF Seiben: No worries, was fun [12:07 am] Lerak trPexil: Nalia...err, I mean no problem. [12:07 am] KhreRiovtRex: We'll pick up next week heading back, and we should let Laehval go enjoy the rest of her birthday....she still have time for more ice cream [12:08 am] Laehval tTemarr: I just had some cake, so on the right track. [12:09 am] Laehval tTemarr: Night, guys. Have a good weekend. [12:09 am] KhreRiovtRex: lol....ok all...thanks and have a great week..... [12:09 am] Lerak trPexil: Night.. [12:09 am] m_k_tksa: Happy Birthday! [12:09 am] KhreRiovtRex: Crew Dismissed
  8. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.19 = /\ = The Manticore, under cloak, is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a member of the Federation. A9 was given the mission to investigate the people in advance of the induction, as some in the Fed Council have suspicions about this society. The ship snuck in, under cloak, while A9 took the Pegasus down, disguised as a Diplomatic Shuttle, to keep the bureacrats busy. Meanwhile, two away teams covertly beamed down to integrate with the locals and collect information. They have now found out what Statiak has been hiding, an annual event called the 'Purge." This is a 12-hour period when the gov't sanctions (oh wait, I meant sanctions, hmm never mind) violence by all of the population. The teams are now trying to stay out of the way (in a boarded up store and a nearby sewer drain), so they can survive the night and report back to the Fed Council without starting a war. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.19 = /\ =
  9. SD 0311.2018 - No Sim SD 0318.2018 Aboard the USS Lugh, the crew have arrived at Tellar Minor on the trail of Captain Swain. Miranda's team have located the yacht and are looking for clues, while Commander Cormoran and his team met with a scientist mentioned in the logs recovered by Science K'Hal, who's pointed them to a museum where artifacts from a dig were found.
  10. Dana finds a librarian and gets some advice operating the card catalog computer. He looks up engineering books. Arizhel tries to learn about the Drain. Howell stays behind looking at the scrolls. The Somonians figure out how to use the tricorder to scan and prepare to scan the AT's shuttle. chatlog2018-3-11.txt
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  12. USS Republic Mission Briefing 51803.05 - Season 26 The AT has reached the plateau and have been busy trying to take readings and trying to determine what the shiny glittery lights that are rising from the ground are. One thing that can be noticed now that they've reached the summit, that it's note a flat plateau, but seems , someone concave, almost like a crater in it's center. The crew has also received some data from Holly STSF_BluRox: Begin Sim STSF_BluRox: Begin Sim STSF_BluRox: Begin Sim Action: Holly sends a message that if the team could send her their hypothesis upon what they are seeing, that she can feed the ideas into the computer and see if there is any feasible correlations... STSF_BluRox: (thought I had forgotten, hadn't you...lol) STSF_BluRox: (hey Jax) August Jax Robinson: :::Looks at the sparkles, not a clue:: August Jax Robinson: ((Hellos :: STSF Seiben: ::Looking up as well:: STSF_BluRox: (Jax...thinking about sparkles....I was able to enjoy some nice xmas lights that people had on to look nice with the little bit of snow we had today!! ) STSF_BluRox: (I know how much you love all year holiday lighting...lol) August Jax Robinson: ((those ppl should be locked up in Jail)) STSF_BluRox: (usually too cold to take down just yet..., so they just leave them on!) STSF_BluRox: (Seiben and Heather didn’t' do their homework!!) Rue Wydown: (again?) August Jax Robinson: ((I would sneak onto their lawn and cut the cord ::: mwhahahhahahahhaaaaaa Rue Wydown: +Holly+ Okay Holly, we've got a crater a sink hole in front of us. Heather Jamieson: :: Now standing and trying to make sense from the readings :: STSF_BluRox: Holly> +Commander Wydown+ I have some additional information for you from taking typographical readings. It appears that some sort of large or dense meteor had hit the region that you are now standing in. I believe that some part or element that landed with the meteor has been causing your issues STSF_BluRox: If your team could send that scan's they've taken and possible take come soil samples, that may be helpful. As for the shiny emanations, I'm at a loss... Rue Wydown: +Holly+ The question now is how to fix the problem. ::hands on her hips:: I know what Robinson would say if he was there, he'd blow it up. August Jax Robinson: that does sound like an excellent idea STSF_BluRox: +Commander+ Please hold one moment, I'm getting a transmission from the dam again.... :: sends some irritating "hold' muzak on the line for the Away Team while she takes the other call STSF_BluRox: (careful...you do have 'a' Robinson with you..... Heather Jamieson: :: Bends over and touches the ground :: Action: Heather feels dirt August Jax Robinson: (((hay!!!!?!)) STSF Seiben: How does the dirt feel? August Jax Robinson: feels?' August Jax Robinson: like a fluffy Bunny!.... it feels like dirt Heather Jamieson: (Rolling an investigation check) STSF Seiben: Is it cold soft dirt, or warm dirt? STSF_BluRox: :: Heather has a handful of dirt:: Heather Jamieson: Warm, but more like the sun was just heating it up ACTION:: As the AT spends some time in this area, they begin to feel.....a bit ....off, sluggish, maybe even a little queasy... Heather Jamieson: :: Stops what she's doing :: I think my medicine is wearing off...or getting stronger. August Jax Robinson: ::Sighs, annoyed...leans::: STSF Seiben: Not feeling great. ::leans on a tree;; Heather Jamieson: :: Falls over. Not hard, just enough that she just sits there a moment :: STSF_BluRox: +Commander Wydown+ I've noticed that everyone's transponder has alerted medical that your bodies are dealing with a bit of stress. Is everything ok down there? Rue Wydown: Jamieson, are you drunk? Heather Jamieson: I wish... no, just off balance. Rue Wydown: +Holly+ Could be some of the elements in the area. STSF Seiben: Feeling queasy as well? August Jax Robinson: ::Pulls Heather back onto her sled, pullie thing... sissy:: August Jax Robinson: ::Fakes feeling OK:: STSF Seiben: ::smiles and helps pull Heather still feeling queasy:: Heather Jamieson: Thanks...ugh.... :: on the sled :: STSF_BluRox: +Commander Wydown+ I do believe from the information that I've received from your team, and tying in what we have from the transformers form both colonies, coupled with the information our scans from the ship have shown, I think it would be best if you were to leave the area, much as the colonist did, and return to the ship for further discussion. If you could bring a soil sample, it would be helpful Rue Wydown: You would just fail on my planet. ::shakes her head:: Did someone upload the readings to Holly Heather Jamieson: Need a sample. :: looks down :: STSF Seiben: ::stops so Heather can pick up a sample;: Heather Jamieson: :: Seals the cap :: Got it. August Jax Robinson: ::sits next to Heather::: hurry up and get some dirt STSF Seiben: Cool STSF_BluRox: (did she get a handful from her sled, or did she actually take the core sample that was requested earlier?) Rue Wydown: ::hangs head:: ACTION: As the team has taken the requested samples and made their way back down the shuttle, they have returned to the ship to make sense of what they've scanned, collected and observed August Jax Robinson: ((If it was tonight, then no. The last sim...maybe?)) STSF_BluRox: (sorry, moving this along, plot has been stuck for some time, bouncing to next chapter Rue Wydown: Conference room, 5 minutes. Come prepared. Heather Jamieson: (Did not do a core sample (long tube kind of thing)) STSF_BluRox: (then you get to explain to Rue why not) STSF_BluRox: (can be as easy as...it's my first soil sample, but ya'll gotta do something, I can't do it for ya _ August Jax Robinson: ::heads to the CR, looking over her report:: STSF Seiben: ::heads to the conference room with his report:: Heather Jamieson: :: Feels better after leaving that place :: Rue Wydown: +Holly+ Hey Holly, is Blu well enough to join us or would like to join us in the conference room? STSF_BluRox: Holly> :: in Blu's Ready Room:: You seem like you are feeling a bit better, think you're up to attending this debriefing with the AT? STSF_BluRox: :: hears the com as Holly is sitting next to her:: STSF Seiben: ::glad to be back as well:: STSF_BluRox: +Rue+ Yes, I'm feeling a bit better, thank you for giving me some time to recuperate. I'll be joining you in a moment...unless this is going to give me another headache, then I may just wait for your report....:: laughs a little STSF_BluRox: :: stands up and nods to Holly:: Let's go hear what they've determined with what you have found out as well.... STSF_BluRox: ::exits Ready Room and makes her way with Holly to the Conference Room:: Heather Jamieson: :: Making her way to the conference room, still dragging her ankle along :: STSF_BluRox: (medical would have fixed that by now) August Jax Robinson: ::knows Heather is a Sissy::: STSF_BluRox: (unless....you stepped in a bear trap.......which I would suspect used to belong to a Robinson) Rue Wydown: Why should I get all the fun? ::smirks, heading into the conference room:: Heather Jamieson: :: The thing around her ankle is much smaller, and would be gone tomorrow :: STSF_BluRox: ::enters the Ready Room with Holly and moves to her normal seat, Holly flanking her to her left, leaving the seat on the right for Rue:: Heather Jamieson: :: Enters the conference room and sits down :: Rue Wydown: Hi Admiral. ::sheepish grin:: STSF Seiben: ::Enters and sits as well:: STSF_BluRox: Welcome back and hello. I'm glad to see you all made it safely ....... :: trails off watching Heather limp in....glad to see you made it back.. August Jax Robinson: ::walks into the CR, takes a seat in the front::: Heather Jamieson: :: nods :: Yes. STSF Seiben: Glad to be back. STSF_BluRox: So Holly has brought me up to date as to what you have been facing so far, but I'd like to hear your thoughts and impressions of the problem, and what you have found. We'll cross reference this with what we know from the colonists and the ship's readings STSF_BluRox: So, please...proceed Rue Wydown: Let's start with the power station. STSF_BluRox: ::nods:: August Jax Robinson: The place is a dead zone, limited comm's and awful terrane August Jax Robinson: at least the area we were in Rue Wydown: Issues with the power plant came up. STSF Seiben: I agree. STSF_BluRox: (Ok, we'll pick this up next week, as we're out of time for tonight) STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF Seiben: ::paused:: Heather Jamieson: :: paused :: STSF_BluRox: Ok next week, I would like each person to present a report, a few lines at least in the conference, as to what you observed, your thoughts and any hypothesis of what may be occurring. STSF_BluRox: Should be easy, you've done it! STSF_BluRox: Ok, anything or any questions before we close for the night? August Jax Robinson: Witch craft STSF_BluRox: lol, sell it to me!! Heather Jamieson: None here. STSF_BluRox: Ok then.... if nobody has anything else for tonight, then we'll end here and pick up next week. So...Crew Dismissed!!
  13. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51803.08 - Season 23 The away team had returned to the ship and had done a quick debriefing with t'Vatrix hrrau her chambers. Shortly into the discussion, she dismissed them to go shower, rest and eat, and get their reports completed and turned in. And really, she wanted them to shower......peew..... BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM [11:11 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: sitting rhae the oira reading through some of the reports from the dheno team:: [11:11 pm] STSF Seiben: ::returns to his quarters and after taking off his dirty clothes and tossing them into the reclamator, steps into the shower:: [11:12 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: pausing a siruen, she reread io section, about how and altercation with a young Othan ended with t'A in a shed:: [11:13 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: she made a note to forward the file to the Kheinsa for review:: [11:15 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Crouches on the ground to take the shot towards the compound. Finds the target. Fires... :: plink :: A miss! Finds the target. Fires... :: plink :: A miss! Fires...:: Plink :: A miss! :: Plink :: A miss!....miss!....miss! :: [11:16 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::Laehval had changed, showered, and grabbed a bite on the run, but didn't take the time to rest. There was still much to be done. She took another bite of fruit as she read her ISD on her way down the corridor.:: [11:16 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Lerak took another sip of his family's wine he brought on board. It was a strong fruity blend of various grapes. The portrait on the bottle looked a lot like him... if he was more buff :: [11:17 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: The missed shot down on the planet played over and over in his mind. Each time it played a sliver of doubt crept in :: [11:18 pm] STSF Seiben: ::finishes his shower, dries off and changes into some clean clothing:: [11:18 pm] m_k_tksa: ::making an inventory of the items that need to be replaced in her medical kit for away missions, noting the depletions and damages:: [11:19 pm] STSF Seiben: Ahh, that feels better. ::walks over his reclining chair and picks up an ISD, reads it over and continues to write his report on their mission, their findings notably what they found when they landed, the Othan resistance force they took down and the base of operations for the local resistance force:: [11:20 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: His shower was short. Just enough to sonic away the grime, the dust, the guilt. Well, it didn't wash away the last one. Perhaps the wine could smooth his mind of his near mission fatal mistake :: [11:21 pm] STSF Seiben: ::opens his refrigeration unit and takes out a cool bottle of ale from NDak's family vineyard, or was it one of its subsidiaries? Pours himself a glass and puts the bottle back in the fridge:: [11:21 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Somehow, out here at the near edge of ch'Rihan space another message awaited him. He was surprised anything got to him now. :: [11:21 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: He checked the sender. Nalia. :: [11:22 pm] STSF Seiben: ::proof reads the report and sends it on when he's happy with it, looks out of his window and enjoys the rest of his ale:: [11:23 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: She seemed nice enough for someone he met by chance. He knew so little about the woman...or what she was doing to his ch'Rihan home :: [11:25 pm] KhreRiovtRex: ::nodded to Ops 2 responding to his indication of additional ships arriving from Justarus:: [11:25 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Then he thought of Laehval. It was ironic, or tragic that she was right there, literally within reach, but as far away as Nalia. Perhaps some routine engineering reports would set his mind at ease :: [11:26 pm] KhreRiovtRex: (Pexil...who takes a partial glass of ale? It will go flat if you don't finish it...live a little!) [11:27 pm] Lerak trPexil: (Hey, I'm the guy with the Moscato in his frig for several months, unopened) [11:27 pm] STSF Seiben: ::Finishes the rest of his ale so it doesn't go flat:: [11:27 pm] Lerak trPexil: (And it was wine... ) [11:28 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Ops....take us back to the shipyards. We can drop these more serious patients off at their medical facility and let their families help tend and comfort them. [11:28 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: He took another larger sip of wine. The sweetness swirled around his mouth, over his tongue, then down his throat. Was Nalia drinking this too...his entire batch? She seemed the type that would :: [11:31 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She stopped in the middle of the hall and then scowled at the officer that nearly ran into her. Taking another bite of her fruit, she took a hard left and continued on down the hall, then wandered into engineering. It had been a while since she'd visited and inspected her old department.:: [11:31 pm] STSF Seiben: (ah, Rihannsu wino lol) [11:31 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Pexil finished off the glass and placed the bottle back in the climate controlled box it came in. He imagined an even sweeter vintage with Nalia's form on plastered on the label. Then some more tart formulation with Laehval's. He laughed out loud at the thought, for how it made him smile, even if it seemed cruel to think so. :: [11:31 pm] STSF Seiben: ::decides to head down to the mess hall for something to eat:: [11:32 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Ops, let the department heads know that we'll be heading back to the shipyards. and to have a preliminary list of vial replacements, but only what is vital, That station was badly hit and are awaiting supplies themselves [11:32 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Decides to both eat with others while eating along and headed to the mess :: [11:33 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Moments, minutes passed. Who knows, this ship is more a city than anything. A home for years :: [11:33 pm] m_k_tksa: Maec> ::pokes his head inside the supply storage:: t'Fournier has finished updating the preliminary patient files and I proofed the causality report. Are we ready to send it on? [11:33 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Enters the mess, sees Koga :: [11:34 pm] STSF Seiben: ::enters just behind Pex:: Jolan try again. Away teams are hungry work, eh? [11:34 pm] Lerak trPexil: I did not want to miss a meal, even if I miss with shots or women. :: Goes to the replication unit :: [11:35 pm] m_k_tksa: t'Ksa> Ie, fhaen. ::nods, adjusting the packing in her bag:: [11:35 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Brings his meal to a table :: [11:36 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Gets a message on his ISD :: We are heading to the shipyards. [11:36 pm] STSF Seiben: ::Gets his meal and brings it to the table Pex is sitting at:: Au do need to work on your shots, but au seem to be better at women now than I am... oh, are we? Hmm. [11:38 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Ops> :: inform Justarus we're on the way [11:38 pm] Lerak trPexil: Better with women? Hmph. I did not kidnap Nalia to have her as my mate when I return. She simply needed help and I was in a position to offer it. [11:38 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She strode through, inspecting and being inspected. It was fun to remind the crew once in a while that they were still under the scrutiny of the most demanding taskmaster they'd ever had.:: [11:38 pm] m_k_tksa: Maec> Something a wrong? ::tilts his head, watching her pack::: [11:39 pm] Lerak trPexil: She is sleeping in my bed while I'm away. :: he smirked :: [11:39 pm] STSF Seiben: I see.. Of course. I didn't mean to sound condescending or anything. I mean, it must be nice to have someone like au for au, not just for fame, or your family's fortune. [11:39 pm] m_k_tksa: t'Ksa> Na, just tired. ::snaps the lid closed and signs:: I need to go check on the patients in bay re and thi. Would au care to go with? [11:40 pm] Lerak trPexil: My family did not come into anything until that flush of latinum. [11:40 pm] STSF Seiben: ::nods:: [11:41 pm] Lerak trPexil: I'm just an engineer that pursues routine and items he cannot have. [11:41 pm] Lerak trPexil: Na matter how badly he wants them. [11:41 pm] STSF Seiben: ::smirks, takes a bite of his meal:: Still though, how are things with au two going? [11:42 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: coded several messages to be passed to the incoming ships to update them from the last status report for this sector, and has Ops2 transmit to the incoming ships [11:42 pm] Lerak trPexil: Laehval and I-- Err, no change. [11:43 pm] Lerak trPexil: I mean she met my family, but I never got a sense of what she thought. [11:44 pm] STSF Seiben: Ahh.. and that flower girl? Nadia? [11:44 pm] Lerak trPexil: I imagine they were a stark contrast to her own experience.. [11:44 pm] KhreRiovtRex: :: looking at where the fleet was stationed at the moment, and frowning at the major holes due to ships they had lost during the altercation with the Othan:: [11:44 pm] STSF Seiben: Hmm. ::nods knowingly:: [11:44 pm] Lerak trPexil: Nalia... she's doing well...sending me correspondence. Getting better, albeit slowly. [11:45 pm] STSF Seiben: That's good to hear. She seems nice enough. [11:45 pm] Lerak trPexil: She is like the flowers she arranged. [11:45 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She paused by the AQS -- her baby -- and patted it with a tenderness that she'd never shown another sentient being. Helping all of those people, getting her hands dirty, repairing things ... it made her nostalgic for days past, long before the Othans and the devastation of their home planet.:: [11:46 pm] Lerak trPexil: (Aww Laehval....) [11:47 pm] Lerak trPexil: I need to write Nalia back. If she expends the effort to contact me, I should at the very least return the favor. [11:48 pm] STSF Seiben: Ie, au should score some brownie points if au do that. I'll bet she's expecting au to write back to her. [11:48 pm] Lerak trPexil: Au should have seen how Laehval looked at her. A streak of contempt I think. Perhaps that's why we have not spoke of it much. [11:49 pm] Lerak trPexil: Ie, and in holoimage form. She enjoys the live log. [11:49 pm] m_k_tksa: Maec> Ie, of course. How bad is it? [11:49 pm] STSF Seiben: (q) Ooh, a love triangle perhaps? Very interesting, those are always exciting but often doesn't end well. [11:50 pm] m_k_tksa: t'Ksa> The io in re is the io I'd like au to observe. We'll use the io in thi as an excuse. Just tell me what au think, ie? [11:50 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Ops 2, please send a message to tTemarr and t'Ksa seeing if they are available for a quick meeting, and if na, find out when they may be available for a few siuren [11:50 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Laughs without the quiet:: If only. I had not considered that. A bizarre love triangle for sure. [11:51 pm] STSF Seiben: But one nonetheless.. what is a typical love triangle anyway? [11:52 pm] Lerak trPexil: That I do na know. I'm more of a love line kind of Rihan. [11:52 pm] STSF Seiben: Ie, I try to be too. Much easier that way. [11:53 pm] KhreRiovtRex: Ops 2> Ie Rekkhai... :: quickly puts together the short message, and forwards to tTemarr and tKsa, asking if they'd be able to meet the KhreRiov shortly [11:54 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She broke from her reverie as her ISD buzzed, indicating a new message. Sighing, she flicked open the messaging program to view the request. Tapping out a quick note of acknowledgement, she indicated she would be on the bridge in a few minutes.:: [11:54 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Eats more of his meal :: [11:55 pm] STSF Seiben: ::Continues with his meal as well:: [11:55 pm] Laehval tTemarr: ::She started for the lift, taking another bite of the sweet fruit. An ensign jumped at the crunch and she hid a smile at his nervousness. Yes, it was always fun to remind them how lucky they had it now. Pexil knew his business and ran an efficient department, but he was... soft.:: [11:55 pm] Lerak trPexil: I guess we will be hopping from system to system to stop the Othan. [11:55 pm] m_k_tksa: t'Ksa>::frowns as a message is broadcast to her ISD:: Might have au just go look on au own. I'm being summoned. ::tapping a quick response:: Perhaps take tr'Paine with au? ::glances at Maec:: [11:56 pm] m_k_tksa: Maec> Don't worry, I can make due. I'll let au know what I find out when au return. [11:56 pm] Lerak trPexil: Farther from home... my flower girl :: smiles :: [11:57 pm] STSF Seiben: Ie as far as I know that's the plan. ::Smiles:: Ie, I know what au mean. [11:57 pm] Lerak trPexil: :: Stops himself :: She is not my flower girl... gads, even I'm repeating it. [11:58 pm] STSF Seiben: WAsn't that an old song or something? [11:59 pm] Lerak trPexil: Not from the music I listen to...perhaps you are thinking of a non-Rihan something. [11:59 pm] STSF Seiben: Perhaps. Sounds like an old Earth song or something. [11:59 pm] KhreRiovtRex: TWO MINUTE WARNING [11:59 pm] m_k_tksa: ::ill at ease with going to the Oira, but had noticed that she was na the only one who got the message so perhaps it wouldn't be as disastrous as the last visit:: Menkha luck. ::steps on the lift:: [12:00 am] Lerak trPexil: Earth? Even further away. Doing some spying on the enemy? [12:01 am] Laehval tTemarr: ::Back in the lift, she sent it up to the bridge, resting her head against the back wall.:: [12:01 am] STSF Seiben: I dabbled here and there.. PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM [12:02 am] Lerak trPexil: That was fun [12:02 am] KhreRiovtRex: Nice sim, thank you for coming everyone [12:03 am] Laehval tTemarr: Question. [12:03 am] KhreRiovtRex: Yes [12:03 am] Laehval tTemarr: It is a triangle if the 3rd person doesn't know she's in it? [12:04 am] Lerak trPexil: Only to the outside observer [12:05 am] Laehval tTemarr: I'd call Lerak's dilemma just a line. Maybe one of those dotted loopy ones. [12:05 am] KhreRiovtRex: ::shrugs:: lol [12:06 am] STSF Seiben: lol [12:06 am] Lerak trPexil: A line that misses its target [12:06 am] Laehval tTemarr: Nice sim, all. Relaxing. [12:06 am] Lerak trPexil: I'll write another letter. Night all [12:06 am] KhreRiovtRex: Ok, we'll pick this up next week. Have a nice weekend everyone and I hope you all are feeling better now. Oh, and I believe tksa had an annual trip around the sun complete..... [12:07 am] KhreRiovtRex: Happy Birthday [12:07 am] STSF Seiben: Yay happy birthday [12:07 am] Laehval tTemarr: [12:07 am] Laehval tTemarr: Night, everyone. [12:07 am] KhreRiovtRex: Anyway, Crew Dismissed
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.12 = /\ = The Manticore, under cloak, is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a member of the Federation. A9 was given the mission to investigate the people in advance of the induction, as some in the Fed Council have suspicions about this society. The ship snuck in, under cloak, while A9 took the Pegasus down, disguised as a Diplomatic Shuttle, to keep the bureacrats busy. Meanwhile, two away teams covertly beamed down to integrate with the locals and collect information. They have now found out what Statiak has been hiding, an annual event called the 'Purge." This is a 12-hour period when the gov't sanctions (oh wait, I meant sanctions, hmm never mind) violence by all of the population. The teams are now trying to stay out of the way (in a boarded up store and a nearby sewer drain), so they can survive the night and report back to the Fed Council without starting a war. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #982, STARDATE 51803.12 = /\ =
  15. The Arcadia AT lands their shuttle and goes to the main library. They try to interact with the computers, but find it difficult (keyboard interface). Howell finds one of the items on the shelf, which they think is a data cylinder, but turns out to be a scroll. The two Somonians who followed them try ot figure out the tricorder that they found. chatlog2018-3-4.txt
  16. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 9 March 2018: The Klongat is investigating signs of the rogue base somewhere in the vicinity. They've just picked up high energy output which may just lead them to it in the middle of the asteroid field they are in. TBS Was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the weapons station.:: Hunter Matheson: ::invisible at helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::watches from the command seat with Ja'Lale standing at the XO station behind:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sitting at the communications station, or whatever the Klingons called it :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Communications can pick up garbled static. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Energy readings are also spiking the further they go in. Caitlin Townshend: ::keeping an eye out for blips and bleeps and maybe the occasional blorp, though she isn't trained in handling blorps yet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: He almost felt Klingon...well, not really :: Dvokr chim Hok: Communications are becoming more difficult the further we go in. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. We're close.. what is it with these alien bases and being cloaked all the time? Hunter Matheson: Not exactly easy to maneuver, either, Captain. Something's messing with nav. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> A cloaking device can be easily obtained in the black market, even one large enough to hide a base. Or maybe they're using multiple cloaks, I do not know. Hunter Matheson: ::multiple cloaks?:::: Dvokr chim Hok: Always thought that would be the transparent market... Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::to Hunter:: Could be from whatever is masking the base. The fact that they haven't sent any attack vessels seem to indicate they haven't detected is yet Hunter Matheson: ::Gronk:: Well, sir.. to find the base, I can key in on the disturbance location. Or maybe Hok can. Hunter Matheson: Or... the El Tee ::Syl::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: Very good. Get right to it. Hunter Matheson: Yes sir. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Got a fix on that thing? Hunter Matheson: I mean... without knocking it out with your super Klingon weapons? Dvokr chim Hok: The field or stealth method may have an effect on local subspace traffic... Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm Hunter Matheson: ::catches Hok's meaning:: Dyan Sylvanis: Too bad we can't do like we did with the pirate's base, pushing a bunch of asteroids around. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Hm Cptn Ja'Lale: It was a good way to find that base. Dvokr chim Hok: I hate this part... Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll have to find it via other means I'm afraid. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::nods:: Let us focus our scans on that spiking energy reading. ::asks engineering to boost power to the scanners:: Caitlin Townshend: If we continue moving, we may be able to triangulate the energy readings. Hunter Matheson: ::Towns:: Trying to move, ma'am. It's not exactly easy in this soup. Dvokr chim Hok: I'll create a map from my readings. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Time passes and they manage to triangulate their scans to an area nearby generating a high amount of energy. Dvokr chim Hok: We have a more localized reading on the energy readings. Hunter Matheson: ::low whistle:: Man, that's some energy output. Caitlin Townshend: It's definitely a bigger base than we expected. Hunter Matheson: No wonder it's hard to maneuver. ::total focus on helm:: Caitlin Townshend: Or else it's doing something... strange. Cptn Ja'Lale: Strange? Caitlin Townshend: They're using a lot of power, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::not liking the sound of that:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa... Hunter Matheson: The energy is messing with helm, big time. Dvokr chim Hok: I cannot get transmissions from a line of sight from the energy reading Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll have to call for reinforcements Hunter Matheson: ::hope we can actually call in this soup:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Nope we can't. Dvokr chim Hok: Communications are not possible this close to the readings. Hunter Matheson: ::Gronk:: Captain, permission to go to stationkeeping so we don't plow into whatever that is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Very well. Hunter Matheson: Stationkeeping, aye. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. They are there. Now, how do we proceed? Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the brakes and fights to keep the ship in place:: Dvokr chim Hok: I feel we need more intel. Caitlin Townshend: Could we tap into their communications somehow? Cptn Ja'Lale: If we can, that'd be great Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good work.. we'll continue from there next week. TBS zero... any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: None here Cptn Ja'Lale: If not sim dismissed. Have a great week.. goodnight
  17. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/9/18=/\= 22 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.112 TBS is 8 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis local. Adriatic is at the shipyard. Strike Force Bravo is in Aegis orbit. All operations outside Aegis space are on hold. Everything pertinent to the mission is classified top secret. Representatives from Fleet Command will arrive soon to investigate. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo are still in orbit, and still strangely silent. Ma'ev's crew remains on Aegis, with no desire to leave. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC:: Lawliet: ::resting in his quarters:: Dacia Sandero: :: in the sickbay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Has a sudden urge to play in sickbay.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::in sickbay, asleep:: Kallah Ramson: ::on cnc:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post :: Alexis McFarland: ::that sounds fun:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: on patrol :: Jylliene: ::back at CnC:: Jylliene: ((You girls should be in school)) Chirakis: ::contemplating the events of the last 24 hours::: Dacia Sandero: ::checks in on Jackson, then writes something on her padd:: KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: It's good to have you back. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: at engineering and rather sad :: Jylliene: It's good to be back ::smiles:: Annisha: :: In school like a good girl. What? I can be good. Hey....who are au looking at? :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is as school, but still has a sudden urge to play in sickbay. Tail lashes back as forth as she is in a light daydream.:: Alexis McFarland: ::writing stuff down at her desk:: Jylliene: ::catching up on reports and the like:: Chirakis: ::monitoring her console, seeing nothing on the "radar"::: Tarisa: ::Walking through a corridor towards a TL. She had a hot tea in one hand and a PADD in another.:: Chirakis: ::throws up the tactical readout on an aux screen::: Tarisa: ::Hops onto the TL and rides it up.:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing in sickbay sounds fun:: Annisha: :: Reading something on her padd :: Jylliene: ::having a second cup of coffee:: You know, I'd love to come back to just see "Standard business as usual" type of notes left, versus how.. interesting things always seem to get around here. Alexis McFarland: :;working on her assignments:: Tarisa: ::Arrives at CnC, she steps off the lift, moving to the SCI console.:: Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: Kallah Ramson: ::trying to get caught up on paperwork at the command console on the CnC...has been trapped in her office for too long already:: Dacia Sandero: ::sips on some tea:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, we redecorated while you were gone. Went for the "silent orbiting warbirds" look. It's very "in." Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of the lift and nods to Tarisa::: Jylliene: ::nods:: All the rage back at Romulus. Tarisa: ::Smiles at Chirakis as she gets to her console, setting the tea and PADD down.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He really missed her. Her touch was divine, even when she did not talk. For a good hour, it was the bed he'd felt in a long time. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: That masseuse was great. The engineering concerns upon his return was not :: Annisha: :: Raised her hand :: Alexis McFarland: ::sitting with her friends as she works on her textbook:: Annisha: :: to the teacher :: The Tomed Incident. Alexis McFarland: Hm. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks around at the others in the class. She smells something sweet. Looking at Alexis, she whispers.:: Someone is hiding treats in class. Alexis McFarland: (w). I wonder who? Probably Stacy. She always hides candy in her desk. Chirakis: ::begins her usual pace around CnC, pausing occasionally to check on things or to answer questions::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Trying to pinpoint where it is coming from.:: (w) It smells like cookies. Alexis McFarland: (W) Probably her. ::Sniffs:: Smells home baked. Chirakis: ::the problem with giving up command is the residual need to keep an eye on everything::: Jylliene: ::wouldn't be right without weirdness happening, she supposed:: Alexis McFarland: ::to the Teacher:: Ahh, 2311. Annisha: :: Teacher sounds oddly like a muted trumpet :: Alexis McFarland: Teacher>. Wa wa wa.. wa wa waaap. Alexis> Yay! Fletcher Jackson: ::rolls over, half awake::: Fletcher Jackson: ::his eyes focus and then he comes fully awake:: KelsaViegnor: ::watches Thelea assist a client, nods slightly in satisfaction:: Fletcher Jackson: ::and looks around for water:: Dacia Sandero: ::working on other things while Mimi is in her office:: Tarisa: ::Watching Chirakis pace around.:: Chirakis: ::a gentle pace, not anything to be worried about::: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> You want some wodder? I'll get you some wodder ::in Bostonian accent:: Annisha: :: Wondered if Alexis had implants to look things up :: Fletcher Jackson: ::he pulls himself to a sit and squints against the lighting::: Alexis McFarland: ::is not a robot:: Fletcher Jackson: Uh.. sure. Thanks. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting his engineering ducks in a row :: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> there you are. ::gives Jackson's glass of water:: need anything else? Fletcher Jackson: ::sips:: No. Thanks. ::then he looks around again:: Where am I? Fletcher Jackson: Station? Scott Coleridge: ::dealing with several new reports:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, you're back in the station. How are you feeling? Chirakis: ::notes that the captain is very quiet:: Dacia Sandero: ::walks over to Jackson:: Fletcher Jackson: ::putting the water aside::: Better. I guess? Dacia Sandero: That's good Fletcher Jackson: ::minimal smile:: Hey, Doc. Dacia Sandero: ::scans him:: Lawliet: ::shifts in his bed:: Dacia Sandero: Hello there. Annisha: :: raises hand :: Treaty of Armens Dacia Sandero: You seem to be in better shape. How are your energy levels? Fletcher Jackson: Energy? Alexis McFarland: ::eats a slice of an apple:: Fletcher Jackson: Pretty low, I guess. Fletcher Jackson: Put it this way - I wouldn't want to walk around on my own. Tarisa: ::Watching Annisha and Alexis take turns answering the teacher's questions.:: Dacia Sandero: Strength? Still feeling tired? I see. Well, you might have to spend another day or two in here but all things considered, you're looking good Tarisa: *Miana> Scott Coleridge: ::doing his best to help Jylliene and Nijil get back into things by prioritizing which things get sent to them:: Fletcher Jackson: Thanks, Doc. Headache's gone at least. And I'm beginning to remember things. Fletcher Jackson: Not.. that I really want to remember them. Dacia Sandero: That's a good sign. Fletcher Jackson: ::he shrugs:: Jylliene: ::is appreciative of that:: Dacia Sandero: From a medical perspective at least. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slight smirk:: Guess it would be, Doc. ::runs a hand through his hair and::: OW. Alexis McFarland: Looks like Annisha did her homework. Good for her. Fletcher Jackson: Darn. That's where I hit? Dacia Sandero: Yes, as far as I know. You bashed your head there. Fletcher Jackson: ::his wince changes to an impish grin:: Is the console okay? Dacia Sandero: I'm a doctor not an engineer, but it looked ok. Tarisa: Miana> Yay Jylliene: ((Now there's the Fletcher we know and love)) Annisha: (w) :: to Alexis :: My father brought a game home.. au play it on a board. Alexis McFarland: (w) Can we play it tonight? Sounds fun. Fletcher Jackson: (yeah.. it's all good) Annisha: :: nods :: Alexis McFarland: Yay. Chirakis: ::passing by Tarisa:: How are you, Commander? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Been a long time since I played a game on a board. Kallah Ramson: ::finishes the last backlog report. Still a nice stack of current reports, but those can wait:: ::looks up from her console:: Annisha: It can be three player or more Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Do you play with Jylliene and your dad? Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: I am fine, Captain. I slept through the night. It was nice finally being back in my own bed. Chirakis: ::nod:: I imagine that it was. Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs.:: This will be fun! Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. ::writing something down on her PADD:: Chirakis: ::she, on the other hand, has been awake for a few days, but it has not affected her... yet:: Jylliene: ::identifies with Tarisa's statement, though their trip had been nice.:: Kallah Ramson: ::a beep from her console bring her attention back down:: Dacia Sandero: :: felt the same:: Chirakis: ::turning toward Ramson:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks up::: Ops, have my fighter prepped for departure and clear me a corridor to the shipyard. Tarisa: ::Ears perk at the beeping.:: Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Walk with me. Kallah Ramson: ::steps towards the TL:: Annisha: My mom and dad? Not yet. They just played their first game. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: ::sends the requisite notifications:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Commander Cayne, take TAC. Jylliene: She'll be ready by the time you get there. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Chirakis: :::into the lift:: Kallah Ramson: Thank you.::as the lift closes.:: Scott Coleridge: ::watches as they go but chooses not to comment:: Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Jorahl says he's found something interesting in his research of the device. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Aye Chirakis: ::listening:: Jylliene: ::glances at Coleridge:: Tarisa: ::Says it since no one else in CnC was going to.:: I wonder what was so urgent to the Captain. Jylliene: ::shrugs:: Kallah Ramson: In typical cryptic Romulan fashion he would not say what. Jylliene: Adriatic's at the shipyard, so perhaps something about that. She'd have said if it were something we needed to know. Scott Coleridge: We have other things to worry about. Scott Coleridge: Like this shipment of quadrotriticale that showed up two weeks early. Jylliene: ::curious too, but finds that ignorance can be not just blissful, but downright merciful on Aegis:: Jylliene: Anything else in the shipment? Fletcher Jackson: ::he messes with the sheets:: Dacia Sandero: If you need another blanket our something , let us know Kallah Ramson: I'll go and see what the SubCommander has found out. Inform me when the representative's ship shows up on our sensors. Scott Coleridge: No, just a lot of grain. But the recipient won't be here for two weeks. Chirakis: ::assumes that we are on our way to see Jorahl:: He is at the shipyard? Kallah Ramson: Yes. Chirakis: ::waiting for the other shoe to drop:: Fletcher Jackson: Thanks, Doc. I got it. ::finally gets them arranged and settles down:: Jylliene: We'll make sure it's stored safely in the meantime. Was there any explanation given by the cargo ship's captain? Favorable travel, shortened layovers, or such? Chirakis: 10:55 PM Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and works on her notes:: Kallah Ramson: Our current relation with command has me, unsettled. I feel eyes watching us with unclear motives. Scott Coleridge: I think they said something about "that will show Captain Bogram to try to beat me in a race" and then walked off. Jylliene: ::snickers:: Chirakis: As do I. Kallah Ramson: Jorahl is doing his research at the shipyard first for safety to the station. But also he has more control on security there than is possible on the station. Jylliene: I'll take a pilot with a speed fixation over some new unexplained wormhole or anomaly anytime. Chirakis: ::nod:: Safety. ::ponders that:: Scott Coleridge: I think we've all had more than our fill of such things for a lifetime. Scott Coleridge: In fact, new station policy: no more wormholes or spacetime anomalies. Jylliene: I like that policy. Kallah Ramson: I expect these unseen eyes will want a peek sooner or later. Be watchful of any communications patterns that stray from the norm. Chirakis: (Good luck with that one, Scott) Jylliene: From your lips to the elements' ears. Jylliene: ...or however that saying goes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enjoying the relative quiet of the station tactical post :: Chirakis: ::nods:: Our Communication Surveillance Team is monitoring all in and out of the station. I will have them target the shipyard specifically. Chirakis: (last words) Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/9/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 3 hours. Chirakis: 3 hours it is. Chirakis: Anything for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Nothing. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: From me: next week I will be away. Please feel free to come and either chat, run a trial sim, or do a log or two. It will be neither official nor unofficial, but you are always welcome. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Jylliene: Careful with the phrase "trial sim" Chirakis: Ah. Good point. Chirakis: Just don't blow up the station. Chirakis: That said... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  18. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur crew has arrived in orbit of Tellar Minor aboard the USS Lugh, where they believe Captain Swain might be. Two landing teams have been dispatched to the surface, one headed to a signal matching the captain's yacht, while another heads to meet with a Dr. Ornn, a possible lead into Swain's disappearance. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::materializes on the surface outside a quaint suburban block:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shimmers in behind him :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Stands by Arden, looking around.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Miranda's team shimmers down to the location corresponding to the Captain's yacht. It's a suburban docking station with dozens of shuttle craft and ships in various ports. Hakran K'hal: @ Not a bad location. :: looking around :: Tandaris Admiran: # ::with Miranda's team:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: double-checks the address :: Looks like we go down this way a block. :: indicates :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Rather placid really. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking with Tandaris :: Maryse Dubois: ((Are we in uniform, or are we supposed to be undercover?)) Cptn Swain: (( Uniform )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Checks their sensor readings, looking past the rows and rows of other shuttles.:: From the signal, it looks like it should be down here on the left. Keep an eye out. Tandaris Admiran: # ::looking around:: It's very busy around here. Maybe someone saw the captain. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles as they head into the court yard of a home marked with Ornn's name on the wall: Indaura Ryssan: # I would think it would stand out. Hakran K'hal: @ Looks well maintained, though the flowers in the box could use some water. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Looks around at the house, keeping her hands in the pockets of her coat.:: Hmm. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles towards Khal and Maryse as he knocks on the door:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> I suppose we could have called ahead. Maryse Dubois: @ Maybe he likes surprises? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Stops at the yacht, which was larger than most of the other shuttles, but wasn't the largest ship in the port. She looked to Tandaris.:: You're up. Get us inside. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Knocks again:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shrugs :: Tandaris Admiran: #::nods, takes a look:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> It's midday on the planet. There are a few people working in the docking port, but things are relatively quiet. William Chocox: #::keeps an eye out for anyone that might notice them:: Cptn Swain: @Orrn> ::An elderly, somewhat shrunken figure finally opens the doorway:: Hello Tandaris Admiran: # Take me a few minutes to override the lock. ::pops open the panel:: This doesn't look suspicious at all. Maryse Dubois: @ ::smiles at the old man.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: doesn't show his fangs :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::looks them over:: Starfleet, hmm? Tandaris Admiran: # Think I've... yes. ::opens the door:: Hakran K'hal: @ These pesky deltas always give us away, don't they? Indaura Ryssan: # :: Surveying the area :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods:: Hello. I am Commander Arden Cormoran, these are my associates, Mister K'Hal and Dr. Dubios. I am sorry to sort of drop in on you without much notice, but I was hoping we could ask you a few questions. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> Yes, yes they do. ::Smirks:: Tandaris Admiran: # ::scans within:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Casts a glance around, but no one was paying them any attention. When Tandy popped the door, she gestured them inside.:: Admiran, Chocox, you're on computer duty. Check the logs. Indaura, you're with me. We'll check the Captain's quarters and office. William Chocox: # On it sir. ::steps in and goes to the computer and starts typing:: Ah, proper computer systems. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Follows Hawthorne :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::smiles:: Well...I am not sure what I can do for you, but sure. Would you like something to drink? Indaura Ryssan: # :: To Hawthorne :: You think the logs are erased or encrypted? Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge of the Dungheap, sitting in the big chair, watching the life-sign dots of the crew on the main viewscreen... which is slightly larger than his console back on the Excalibur :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles again:: No, but thank you. We won't keep you long, but we had a few questions about archaeological dig you led a few years ago. Hakran K'hal: @ :: defers to Arden here, but closely monitors Ornn's reactions while standing politely with his paws clasped gently behind him :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sits down and checks the logs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Likely, but that's what the engineers are for. ::In the Captain's quarters, she paused to have a look around.:: Take a look at any PADDs he has laying around. Tandaris Admiran: # Nothing obvious so far. ::prods a few things:: Oh, hmm. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Nods as she is examining a terminal :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I led a lot of digs. You know, I used to be head the whole archaeological division at the ministry of culture and history. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # +Excalibur+ We've located the Captain's yacht, but no Captain. We're investigating. Tandaris Admiran: # That is… suggestive. William Chocox: # Suggestive how sir? Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods, looks to Hakran:: Mister K'Hal here has been research one in particular. Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Okiedoke, Commander. Tandaris Admiran: # Well, the navigation logs are erased. But there's no way to conceal that much fuel expenditure. Indaura Ryssan: # A few entries actually, but just ship operations. William Chocox: # Huh, was there more fuel spent than would indicate? Tandaris Admiran: # Captain didn't exactly take the direct route between Excalibur and here. He either stopped somewhere on the way, or he flew around the planet for a while before landing here. William Chocox: # Well then. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Gets a PADD or two :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Quietly looking around at all of the little things the doctor had on display in his home.:: Hakran K'hal: @ Yes. Doctor, we're particularly interested in a dig you and the planetary archaeological council were involved in on the western continent. Hakran K'hal: @ The USS Pei Xiu was called in to assist. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Searching through the PADDs :: William Chocox: # Do you have a range that he would have to have passed through? Maybe we can extrapolate back. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::Strokes at his beard a moment:: Ah yes,, that expedition. ::Smiles:: A great many questions came out of that, not a lot of answers mind you. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I haven't thought about that in a while though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Indaura finds unencrypted PADDs with an unfinished correspondence from Swain to Arden that reads like apology letter. It contains few details, but does mention one particular name -- Kai Emaril. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sees what he may have been reading before departing the ship :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> How can help you though? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Is careful not to touch a couple pieces on a nearby shelf.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: glances back over to Arden :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Among various other mundane logs, Chocox and Admiran find a folder entitled 'research', but it is encrypted. Tandaris Admiran: # Probably not able to extrapolate, but we could… oh, hello. William Chocox: # Not that you would necessarily know this, but what is the Captain's password? William Chocox: #::is looking at the folder:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> I see. ::He had expected Asher to have contacted Ornn, so for a moment he was caught off:: I see. Well, Mister KHal has a few questions I am sure, if you wouldn't mind if he submitted them to you later? I was also wondering where the artifacts from that dig are, I understand they weren't transferred to the Federation? Tandaris Admiran: # Run decryption routines. William Chocox: # Aye sir. ::starts running them:: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I am always happy to talk about my research with a fellow scientist, I would be happy too. ::Pauses:: As for the artifacts, yes they're held at the Faneol Museum in a special collection. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I can arrange for you see them, I am sure. Hakran K'hal: @ We would enjoy that very much. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Yes. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> Good, good. I'll send ahead for you. ::Smiles to them:: You sure I can't interest you in some tea? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Searches Swain's quarters and office, but finds nothing in the way of physical objects or clues on where he might have gone after leaving the yacht. Wanders back to Indaura.:: Anything on the PADDs? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Reaches in her pocket, she grabs her cylindrical medical scanner and cautiously scans for Swain's bio signature. It's not that she doesn't trust the old man, she just wants to be certain. Continues to look at all the different decorations and objects as she scans.:: Indaura Ryssan: # Just what he may have been reading. A novel I'm not familiar with. This one had technical stuff. No entries on either, just consuming information...or entertainment. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::catches Maryse scanning:: Actually, we could stay for a cup of tea while you arrange for us to see the artifacts. Tandaris Admiran: # Interesting that he has a folder called "Research" in the first place Tandaris Admiran: # Certainly seems like he's revisiting something. William Chocox: # Seems the most likely explanation. Indaura Ryssan: # Oh, another PADD... hiding from me... Indaura Ryssan: # :: Opens the PADD contents.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Chocox's decryption runs and gives them access. The Captain's research mentions 'keystones' that he's been looking for to activate a map of some kind (that leads to what is a mystery) and the search for a particular planet to lead him to specific astrological clues. William Chocox: # I got something! Indaura Ryssan: # Something from Swain to Arden... Looks like an apology Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  19. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 9 March 2018 22 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.112 TBS is 8 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Adriatic is at the shipyard undergoing repairs. Adriatic’s crew has been quietly transported to Aegis. Strike Force Bravo, under the command of Captain Jon Kelley, USS Iowa, is in Aegis orbit as a precaution. All Aegis operations outside of our local area have been ordered to halt until a representative from Fleet Command arrives. We are informed that “certain actions [during the mission] are being used to further other agendas,” but that “there is nothing to worry about for the moment.” Starfleet is investigating the incident because something in the area of space that Adriatic was investigating shot the ship nearly 2 sectors away. While science focuses on how that happened and why, Adriatic’s commanding officer, Commander Lawliet, will prepare to answer questions regarding decisions made while in Alien Alliance space. Captain Ramson does not know the full breadth of what the Fleet representatives’ goals are, but “if they don't find what they're really looking for they will likely find a scapegoat to justify their investigation.” At sim begin: ~Science has begun an investigation into Adriatic’s surprise two-sector jump. ~The crew has been ordered to keep all information regarding Adriatic’s mission top secret until otherwise notified. ~Commander Lawliet has been ordered to rest.
  20. A Host of Admirals Chirakis and Lawliet Kallah Ramson: I and a host of Admirals have just gone over every detail of your mission. All Aegis operations outside of our local area have been ordered to halt until a representative from Fleet Command arrives. Lawliet: ::uneasy:: Captain...I need to ask, is the order to halt operations based off my performance while in command of the Adriatic? Kallah Ramson: No. ::attempts a smile:: Not entirely. There were certain actions however that are being used to further some other agendas. Lawliet: Agendas? Kallah Ramson: Nothing for you to worry about at the moment. ~Chat Log, Sky Harbor Aegis, 2 March 2018 Few frequented the commerce deck in the waning hours before the station's artificial dawn. Restaurateurs moved slowly through their bars and bistros, checking supplies, inspecting tables, and conferring with chefs as they prepared for the early onslaught of patrons. Opening time coincided with shift change, to serve both those coming on and those going off. An unwritten agreement among early morning restaurants was to serve station personnel first. Long ago they realized that the smooth flow of station personnel ensured the smooth flow of civilians, and that a uniformed presence served as a deterrent to unruly behavior. Most of the time. Shops such as KelsaViegnor’s Perfumery opened later since browsers and buyers tended to avoid the shift change. High-end dining catered to the more affluent and did not receive guests until late afternoon. However, the owner of Restaurante Antonio opened the door to Chirakis Kirel whenever she required a private, unofficial meeting. This was one of those times. From her vantage on the mezzanine, Kirel surveyed the activity below while she waited for Commander Lawliet. Knowing him, she surmised that he had worked all night on his performance review and would push ahead this morning to plow through mission logs. Kirel, on the other hand, had spent the remainder of the night into early morning putting out fires, and she most probably would continue in that vein to keep them contained. After the command meeting with Captain Ramson, Kirel and USS Iowa's commanding officer, Captain Sean “Jon” Kelley, had spent considerable time discussing the Alien Alliance and the captain’s desire to “obliterate the bastards immediately, ” which called for 21 year Redbreast Irish Whisky. He claimed it calmed his nerves, and it seemed to. At least it accomplished its goal as far as Kirel was concerned. She eventually convinced him that a strike force was for rescue and border protection, not for instigating interstellar war. That he didn't “give a rat’s azz" about ending his career was well known. That he cared deeply for his crew was also well known. A simple reminder of the danger involved and the threat to his ship and crew—along with his second glass of Redbreast—quelled his anger. The smaller fires were just as dangerous, but more easily doused. Media leaks had prompted well-spun rumors of RSE Ma’ev’s “discovery of the Lore Kings’ path.” Security’s Communication Surveillance Team intercepted media reports as media tried to circumvent security protocols. Engineering’s reply to media queries was, “We are aware. We're working on it,” which had appeased them so far. A few times, command had been approached and questioned, leaving the media with, “Thank you for bringing it to our attention. We will look into it and get back to you.” The most recent media fodder was the appearance of a battle-scarred Strike Force Bravo. Thankfully, Adriatic was not present. It had limped into the shipyard and its crew had been discreetly transferred to Aegis for medical attention and command review. The only personnel who knew of Adriatic’s mission were those in CnC, so the media could not badger them. Bravo’s crews were not allowed on station. Media queries were directed to Bravo’s commanding officer, Captain Kelley, who was “unavailable.” In short, command is able to spin a story as well as the media. Kriel’s gaze wandered to the focal point of the commerce deck where a bronze clock stood watch. Surrounded by a small flower garden and several benches, the area gave passing patrons a break from the station's otherwise fairly bland atmosphere. Behind the clock and garden, a waterfall cascaded smoothly over multi-colored granite harvested from asteroid K 368: a gift from Nero’s mining consortium, in memory of those lost in the Great Fire. Of course, the presence of plants, clock, and moving water served a practical purpose. The combination had a soothing effect on the population, the plants cleaned the atmosphere, water furnished atmospheric hydration, and the clock not only kept precise time, it housed surveillance equipment. At 0630 the chime drew Kirel’s thoughts into the hectic pace of the last 24 hours. A deep inhale melted into a weary sigh as she pushed off from the railing and began a slow, measured pace down the stairs to the main deck. Passers by nodded in greeting. She returned the greeting in kind, occasionally forcing a smile. Tony, owner of Restaurante Antonio, met her at the door. Soon she was at her customary secluded table with her customary dark roast coffee, and waiting for Commander Lawliet. It was at this time that Commander Lawliet walked down the path leading to the Restaurante Antonio. His expression was one of strain and uncertainty. As he passed those who were already about, he could tell that they were aware of his discomfort and gave him a wide berth. He finally made his way into the restaurant and found Chirakis on the second level. “Morning Captain.” he said with what little energy he had left. “Good morning, Commander,” she replied with a casual wave toward a chair as she summoned the server. Tony served them quickly and efficiently, then disappeared, giving them the privacy Kirel required. Kirel regarded the El-Aurian as he settled in. He was visibly worn—understandable under the circumstances—young by El-Aurian standards, and Adriatic was his first command. Moreover, Adriatic’s mission was one of exploration. What happened should not have, but such are the risks one takes on any mission. In Kirel’s estimation, he should be awarded for the lives he saved. Instead, he was under the gun, and he knew it. “Commander,” she began after giving him time to relax, “you have questions that need answers. This is not a formal meeting. Whatever is said here will remain here. I will give you the answers that I can. There are many questions I cannot answer for various reasons, but I will certainly try. Whenever you are ready, ask any question, and feel free to… vent?” She raised a brow. “I believe that is the Terran word. Best get it out now, before you face the jury.” Lawliet took a moment to consider what was said. She wanted to tell him everything, but couldn’t. He clearly performed above and beyond what was expected of him, but yet something was happening. Something beyond his control. He knew this of course… it came with wearing the uniform, but this time it was different. “Captain,” he began slowly, “how long have we served together? Two years, maybe?” “Possibly. I don't keep count, but I would say that is close.” “Well in that time, despite the times I decided to speak out, I never once questioned or second guessed the orders given by the chain of command. This time, however, I think we can agree it’s different.” The Commander paused to gauge his superior’s reaction. “There is more going on here than a simple debrief. Either Captain Ramson or yourself could handle that, but this time...what is going on?” “What is going on,” she repeated solemnly, her gaze wandering for a moment before she continued. “Allow me to preface that with a simple but poignant bit of knowledge a wise man gave me decades ago. ‘No one ever knows the truth,’ he said. ‘No one. Not even the person who instigates the problem.’ “So… what is going on? Many things. More things than we can possibly fathom. Captain Ramson admitted that even she does not know the full breadth of what the fleet representatives’ goals are, so can anyone know?” Lawliet sat there for a moment, considering her words. “No.” “What you do know, Commander,” she began in a more positive vein, “is what you, personally, know from your own experience, and what you believe.” “What I believe,” he began, leaning forward, “is both you and Captain Ramson have a good idea what’s happening or what’s about to happen. Now I believe you don’t know exactly what’s going on, but you can read between the lines. I saw how you kept looking at the Captain during the meeting, and even she said ‘nothing you have to worry about at the moment.’ So you can at least tell me what you’re thinking.” He realized what he just said might have come off a bit aggressive, although that wasn’t his intent. “Very well,” she replied, then paused to think. Was he frustrated? Definitely. Confused? Possibly. Tired? Absolutely. Frightened? Her lips pursed, and her forearms dropped to the table as she began quietly and directly. “What am I thinking, Commander? I think that if you do not rein yourself in and focus on what is happening right now… you will fail in whatever is thrown at you, and you will fail miserably. What is happening at the moment is what counts, Commander… not what will happen in the future. I know that El-Aurians have some competence in transcending time, but from what you are saying and how you are saying it, you are more focused on the future than you are on the immediate situation. And that will be your downfall. “That said, yes, I do know quite a few things that might happen, and sometimes I can read between the lines. Do I know what will happen? Definitely not. “What I do know is that a jury of Fleet representatives will arrive soon. Who they are or where they are from has yet to be revealed. However, whether they are admirals or junior JAG Corps has nothing to do with the situation. What really matters is your response to them.” This wasn’t what he was expecting. He knew something was going on, but nothing on this scale. “A jury?” He looked off to the side for a moment and back at Chirakis. “I don’t understand. During the meeting, the Captain said something about, ‘certain actions being used to further agendas.” He took a minute to reflect on everything that was said in the meeting and everything that Chirakis had just told him. “Captain, am I under investigation?” “We are all under investigation, Commander.” “What?” He sank back into his chair. “Now I’m really lost. As far as I can tell, nothing that has been done was out of the ordinary. Sure, strange things have happened, but…” It was at this moment something occurred to him. He looked back at Chirakis. “Captain, is there someone onboard Aegis that’s acting against Starfleet’s interests?” “Possibly. Why do you ask?” “Well it fits the supportive facts. Instead of Aegis Command conducting the debrief, JAG is brought in. Then, Captain Ramson mentions about agendas. She didn’t say whose agendas and now you’re telling me that we all are under investigation.” He took a moment and put up a hand. “I know, nothing is certain and even you told me that this is an unofficial meeting, but Command wouldn’t go this far if they didn’t suspect something.” Kirel leaned back in her chair, one finger tapping gently on the table as she closed her eyes to settle her thoughts. The conversation was spinning in circles. He was listening, but not hearing. “Eat, Commander,” she said without looking up. “You are tired, physically and mentally worn, exhausted from what is possibly one of the most harrowing experiences a Starfleet commanding officer could have, and it was your first command. You are trying to make sense of too many things. Sit still for a moment. Force yourself to relax. That is an order, Commander, not a suggestion. When you have rested at least five minutes, we will continue the discussion.” Lawliet sat back and took a deep breath. He thought about saying something else, but choose instead to quietly eat his meal. A button on the table brought fresh drinks. The minutes passed in what seemed an eternity of silence, but in that silence the soothing sound of cascading water drifted toward them. The clock chimed 0700. Kirel ignored it and waited. Lawliet continued to sit in silence. He was tired and frustrated. After everything he’d seen and been through, he still wasn’t in control. Perhaps that was is greatest failing. Maybe that’s the real reason he joined Starfleet, to regain what control he’d lost earlier in life. Even though he was old enough at the time, he was helpless to prevent the destruction of his homeworld when the Borg attacked. Now, all these years later, his fear of what might happen endures. Maybe Chirakis is right….maybe this will ultimately lead to his downfall. “I know that I tend to look forward too often and never focus on the present, but when I see trouble on the horizon I can’t stand by and do nothing.” He looked back up at his superior officer. “I need to see this through...wherever it takes me. Or us. Captain if there is a problem, please, let me help.” “Of course,” she continued, casually putting her coffee aside, “but will you allow me to help you?” He merely gave her a slight nod. He knew enough had been said. “Very well. I will ask you a question, and the only answer you may give is a yes or a no. Understood?” “Yes.” “Commander Lawliet, were you in command of Adriatic during this mission?” “Yes.” “Did you experience any problems during the mission?” “Yes.” “Did you experience anything that was unexpected during the mission?” “Yes.” “Did the mission go as planned?” “No.” “When things did not go as planned, did you consult with your crew before making a decision?” He was about to say ‘Yes’, but he knew what wasn’t true. There were times when he had to make a command decision without consulting his crew. This is to be expected during any crisis situation, but having to be honest there was only one acceptable answer. “No.” “And when you did not consult with your crew—some more experienced than you—was there good reason to not consult them?” “Yes.” “This time, answer more than yes or no and explain the situation as you remember it, Commander.” “During the engagement with the Alien Alliance, I had to give orders to keep the Adriatic one step ahead of our attackers. I knew that SubCommander Jorahl had greater knowledge of our pursuers than I did and even though there were times I did consult with my XO, there were other times I had to act. There was no time to consult him.” “So you consulted with your more experienced XO when there was time, and when a quick command decision was required, you did not? Yes or no.” “Yes.” “During your mission, did Adriatic come under attack?” “Yes.” “Do you blame yourself for the attack?” “No.” “Do you blame yourself for the consequences of the attack?” “No.” “Were crew personnel injured during the attack?” “Yes.” “Do you blame yourself for their injuries?” “No.” “Did you return Adriatic to Federation space completely intact?” Lawliet took a moment to consider his response. “There was slight damage, so I’d have to answer No.” Her smile passed quickly. “That was a little more than a yes or no, Commander, but let us continue. Do you blame yourself for the damage to Adriatic?” “No.” “Did you bring your crew home safely?” “Yes.” “Knowing that, do you consider your first command successful?” He nods. “Yes.” Kirel studied him a moment, concerned that he would become the scapegoat Fleet might be looking for. “Commander, what I see before me is a young, dynamic, and capable Starfleet officer. The questions I asked are straight forward. The questions you will be asked by whomever arrives to question us all... will not be so straightforward. In fact, if they are looking for something, the questions will sound like an attack. Address only the question and not the manner in which it is delivered. “I am sure that you are familiar with the phrase, ‘We have nothing to fear but fear itself.’ If you listen to the questions carefully and answer truthfully to the best of your ability—as you did just now—you have nothing to fear. Do you understand?” Lawliet gave a sigh of relief. “I understand.” “Good. A few hours ago, Captain Ramson said that you could review your own performance, but that you should be prepared to answer questions on every single action you took. That is essentially what you have just done, though the questions you will be asked will not be in the same format. Have faith in yourself, Commander. Give yourself credit where credit is due and be truthful in your faults, but do not manufacture your faults. Do not wander into the world of perhaps if I had..., and do not allow those who question you to lead you there. If you follow those simple rules, you will do well. “Now, do you have any pertinent questions for me?” He shook his head softly. “No, but there is something I’d like to say.” “Of course.” “I know there’s still much for me to learn, but if there is ever a time when you need help,” he paused to let his words sink in, “all you have to do is ask.” Kirel nodded, allowing a congenial expression to emerge. “Thank you, Commander. I will remember that. Before you go, I have one more order.” Lawliet, returning to a look of confusion. “Captain?” “It is now 0730. Captain Ramson will be expecting your performance review. As I recall, she was not specific regarding the time frame. Therefore, when you leave here you will first give your team the ship’s logs for review, then you will immediately return to your quarters, bathe, and relax until such time as you are refreshed and thinking clearly. Only then will you be admitted to CnC to present your review to Captain Ramson. Understood?” He gave Chirakis a faint smile. “Yes Ma’am.” “And now….” She stood and placed her napkin on the table. “I have a report to present to Captain Ramson. Stay here as long as you like. Antonio will accommodate your needs. Otherwise, carry on, Commander.” And she was gone.
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #981, STARDATE 51803.05 = /\ = The Manticore, under cloak, is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a new member of the Federation. A9 was given the mission to investigate the Statiak people in advance of the induction, as some in the Fed Council have suspicions about this society. The ship snuck in while A9 took the Pegasus down, disguised as a Diplomatic Shuttle, while two away teams covertly beamed down to integrate with the locals and collect information. They have all found out what the locals had been hiding. An annual event called the 'Purge," a 12-hour period when the government sanctions (oh wait, I meant sanctions, hmm never mind) violence by all of the population. The teams need to survive the night and then report back to the Fed Council. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #981, STARDATE 51803.05 = /\ = 180305.log
  22. USS Republic Mission Briefing 51802.26 - Season 26 The AT is getting close to reaching the plateau which had been creating the difficulty for transport, travel and colonization in general up here. The enhancers that were sent down are helping some, but even the tricorders are picking up some static, but still can make out many things BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM STSF_BluRox: As the AT reaches the top of the ridge leading out to the wide plateau ahead of them.. Heather Jamieson: :: Still feeling like she's slowing the group down :: STSF Seiben: ::helps hold up Heather:: Heather Jamieson: :; Nods to Seiben :: STSF Seiben: S'alright? Rue Wydown: ::pauses:: That's actually quite nice. STSF Seiben: Yes, that's one fine view. ACTION: Through the trees ahead, it almost appears to be shiny glitter brightening the area almost like one would see a rainbow in the distance Heather Jamieson: The area seems extra shiny STSF_BluRox: There, but just an optical illusion August Jax Robinson: looks like it's make of glass, or frozen over in ice August Jax Robinson: I am betting on ice STSF_BluRox: (it's in the air, shiny streams) STSF Seiben: ::takes a view shots with his holocam with his free hand:: STSF Seiben: a few shots* Heather Jamieson: :: Flips open her tricorder :: STSF Seiben: Does that work? Heather Jamieson: Mmmm. Not very well. Rue Wydown: What's scans telling you? Heather Jamieson: A mix of signals all over this area. It's try to determine a pattern. August Jax Robinson: ::Hands Rue a Power bar::: Heather Jamieson: Let me lower the scanning range. August Jax Robinson: ::bites into one herself:: how far you think that is Rue Wydown: Hard to estimate from the looks of things. I thought just a half hour or a bit. What do you think? Heather Jamieson: May have to investigate closer. August Jax Robinson: how far does your tricorder say H ? Heather Jamieson: Range is one kilometer now Rue Wydown: One Kilo isn't too bad. Heather Jamieson: We are on the perimeter of this phenomenon. STSF Seiben: Hmm August Jax Robinson: Well, seems far when you have dead weight to drag with you :::Heather:: Heather Jamieson: :: looks ahead of her :: Looks like if the readings were any more intense we could not enter. Heather Jamieson: I know you are there for me Commander Robinson. August Jax Robinson: then you know more than me on that one STSF Seiben: (I'll be there for you...when the rain starts to pour..) Heather Jamieson: Wonder if we have to wait for what they saw. Rue Wydown: She's not dead weight. Let's get moving. STSF Seiben: ::speak for yourself!:: Yes, let's Heather Jamieson: :: Intensifies the scan as they move, and as she hobbles along :: August Jax Robinson: ::takes Heathers Tricorder:: focus on walking Heather Jamieson: Give that back NOW. STSF Seiben: ::follows Jax:: August Jax Robinson: come get it ::Smirks and keeps walking:: Rue Wydown: We're going to review what we know so far. Some anomaly that's causing various issues with the planetary settlement. Holly states it seems like readings from a what....? STSF Seiben: ::thinking about the cat fight that would ensue if Heather's ankle wasn't injured:: Action:: As they move along, there are areas like this shimmering in various locations, but more so near a small river bed that leads down a falls to the lake below Heather Jamieson: :: Not moving any better :: August Jax Robinson: maybe it is all this sparkly crap doing it Rue Wydown: yes, but what is it? STSF Seiben: ::takes out his tricorder and starts scanning:: Is it centred towards the bodies of water? STSF Seiben: ::walks along:: Heather Jamieson: :: Getting a feel for the area :: STSF Seiben: Sure does look nice Heather Jamieson: Feel like we are walking into something... STSF Seiben: If so, my tricorder isn't able to detect what it is August Jax Robinson: like a Warp core or Disney Planet? STSF Seiben: I hope it's a warp core. My credit card can't take another blow from Disney Planet STSF_BluRox: (hint....Seiben..if you scroll back through your PM's, you may (will) find a good description) Heather Jamieson: :: Bends down to touch the ground with her hand :: August Jax Robinson: something up with the ground H? Heather Jamieson: Sometimes the senses can pick up signals the tricorder can't. August Jax Robinson: no... no they can't August Jax Robinson: I'm an engineer, trust me STSF Seiben: ::checks his tricorders:: Right, it seems to be coming from that mountainous area over there by that lake, judging by these energy readings they could be emitting strong EMPs, which may explain why our equipment isn't working. Heather Jamieson: I don't trust you, that's the thing. Heather Jamieson: Is there a pattern to the pulses? STSF Seiben: Too hard to tell with these readings, I'm afraid. Rue Wydown: ::scans through her tricorder to play back what Holly sent them:: STSF Seiben: But, it does seem to centred in that area. Holly> After several scans from the ship while we orbited, and from reading I've compared to other phenomenon that we've encountered, it is almost as if we were picking up emanations similar to a neutron star..... Holly> Will need additional readings from the surface near the dam and lake, and up on the mountain plateau, but I may have a theory once we have the readings. Holly out. Heather Jamieson: Neutron star.... :: thinks :: STSF Seiben: Ooh Rue Wydown: ::facepalms:: August Jax Robinson: +Holly+ how about we send a drone down to collect samples STSF_BluRox: +Jax+ Mechanical and propulsion fail in this region, hence...why your team is there in person STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox: PAUSE SIM August Jax Robinson: ::Paused:: STSF_BluRox: OK, WE'LL PICK UP HERE NEXT WEEK WITH YOU ALL TAKING SOME SCANS, MAKING A FEW HYPOTHEIS, FROM what you find, etc... STSF_BluRox: sorry caps August Jax Robinson: Engineers don't Hypothosss Rue Wydown: And on that note.... STSF_BluRox: (well, if you enjoy camping with Heather so much, you can stay there until enough hypothesis are made_ STSF_BluRox: ok, then...Crew Dismissed, we'll see you all next week or on Talon
  23. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51803.01 - Season 23 The away team had helped to transport many of the sick or injured from the farming center where they had been held and forced to work by the Othan, back to the main medical facility on the Western continent. Laeh, Pexil and Koga besides getting the transport ship moving, had also assisted in getting many of the main power facilities back online, while NDak and the Stinger had been making sure the Othan were gone from the command centers and trying to retrieve any data they had left. The team is returning to the Talon to debrief and see what our next actions will be BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM Lerak trPexil: :: Glad to be heading back to the Talon :: STSF Seiben: ::piloting the shuttle back to the Talon:: KhreRiovtRex: +Away team+ Let me know when you've returned and have time to debrief and update me fhaen Lerak trPexil: :: Rubs his eyes as they make their way back :: STSF Seiben: ::noses up the shuttle as they approach the planet's stratosphere:: Lerak trPexil: +t'Vatrix+ We shall na be long. KhreRiovtRex: +trPexil+ Acknowledged, na rush. Laehval tTemarr: ::Cracks an eye open at the comm and then shuts it again as Pexil answers.:: S'Bien, how long until we dock? STSF Seiben: Not long as Pexil says, I'd say within the next ten minutes. Lerak trPexil: :: to the others in the shuttle :: I don't know about au, but I could use a meal. STSF Seiben: So could I. STSF Seiben: ::enters space again and heads towards the Talon:: Laehval tTemarr: And a shower. Au both need io. Lerak trPexil: Na doubt au as well. :: grins to t'Temarr as he turns to the forward window :: KhreRiovtRex: @ :: hrrau chambers updating files from the information they've gathers so far from the Stinger's update and some of the med team, and looking forward to Laeh's team update STSF Seiben: Just not together Lerak trPexil: Na... Laehval tTemarr: Au two are more than welcome to. STSF Seiben: But the showers are so small... Lerak trPexil: :: Wanted to say something, but decided against it :: KhreRiovtRex: ((good plan)) Laehval tTemarr: I doubt that has stopped au before. ::Dryly.:: Now get us docked so we can get to the debrief. The sooner we debrief, the sooner we get a good meal, shower, and a comfortable bed. Lerak trPexil: Ie... STSF Seiben: Indeed. We're approaching the Talon now. Initiating docking sequence,:: requests docking clearance:: KhreRiovtRex: @ :: not very happy with what little they had gained from the th'ann and from what the Othan had left behind:: KhreRiovtRex: @ Talon Ops2> Au are clear for landing bay 2 STSF Seiben: +Ops+ Acknowledged. Landing Bay 2. KhreRiovtRex: @ ::notes the motion out her window and nods to herself that they were back:: STSF Seiben: ::aligns with landing bay 2 and begins to dock:: STSF Seiben: ::enters the landing bay and sets down:: Lerak trPexil: :: Gets up :: STSF Seiben: ::powering down and opens the exit hatch:: STSF Seiben: OK ::gets up and follows everyone out:: Laehval tTemarr: ::Groans as she gets to her feet. Steps out of the shuttle and heads for the lift.:: Lerak trPexil: t'Temarr is right, we should get the debrief over with. STSF Seiben: I agree. Lerak trPexil: :: Follows her :: STSF Seiben: ::follows:: Lerak trPexil: :: Enters the lift :: Laehval tTemarr: ::Waits until they're all in the lift and then sends it up to the bridge.:: STSF Seiben: ::walks in the lift and leans against the back wall:: KhreRiovtRex: @ :: personally na happy about what she believes would be the best course forward Lerak trPexil: :: Makes his way to the debrief :: Laehval tTemarr: ::Steps out onto the bridge, looking for t'Rexan.:: STSF Seiben: ::follows and enters the bridge:: KhreRiovtRex: Ops 2> :: salutes tTemarr and motions towards the Khre'Riov's chambers:: Laehval tTemarr: ::Rings the chimes.:: KhreRiovtRex: Enter Laehval tTemarr: ::Steps inside and nods as the others file in.:: Rekkhai. STSF Seiben: ::nods:: Lerak trPexil: :: Files in as well :: KhreRiovtRex: Fhaen....:: notes that they look tired:: Na need for formality.... :: motions to the small table across the room: We can just quickly meet here, and then let au go get some well-deserved rest and .. freshened up Lerak trPexil: :: Gladly takes a seat :: KhreRiovtRex: Medical has already updated me that the Daise Maenak is still occupied....and will update me later on what you can’t cover KhreRiovtRex: I've also spoken with NDak, and he's interrogated the th'ann au sent back. They did na provide much information of worth unfortunately Lerak trPexil: :: Nods :: KhreRiovtRex: :: walks across the room and activates a padd, coming back with 3 chilled bottles of ale and hands them to the team:: I am interested in au report and thoughts STSF Seiben: Thanks. Laehval tTemarr: ::Sinks into her chair and leans back. Takes the drink with a nod of thanks.:: The people are getting situated. We've done what we can to get their services back up and running. Lerak trPexil: The Othan left these people in much the same state we found people on ch'Rihan. Much of the infrastructure was left intact. STSF Seiben: ::sips his ale:: STSF Seiben: We've transported the people from the farmland. There was only an old freighter as transport left. Lerak trPexil: It needs some service, but it is not bad enough not to fly. STSF Seiben: ::nods:: We managed to repair it enough to get it to a flight worthy state KhreRiovtRex: There are ships heading here from Justarus now that we have made sure the Othan are na here. Though, from what we got from the th'ann au brought back, when the Othan came here, they had hoped to stage vs our shipyard and take it. They did na know that much of Galae's reserve and personal fleets were ...... temporarily here....(and thus, na tricked into being trapped at chRihan). T Lerak trPexil: I imagine our challenges will become more difficult as we progress. STSF Seiben: ::nods in agreement:: KhreRiovtRex: They indicated that they had hoped to bring back reinforcements and make another attempt on Justarus once our fleet had went to fight at chRihan. Fortunately, with our forces routing them there, they swung by in time to warn most of those here, to pull back for now, unsure how much of our fleet was pursuing them KhreRiovtRex: Many of those working on the Shipyards had family here, so they are intent on getting here and getting services back up. Besides this is the main spaceport, as normal commerce is na allowed to route to our military shipyard. KhreRiovtRex: Enough of my talking. Fhaen...au findings, thoughts and anything that stood out to au there? Laehval tTemarr: They seem resilient colonists. With some aid, I think they will be fine. KhreRiovtRex: How heavy had their casualties been from the initial attack? KhreRiovtRex: :: thinking she may have offered them the ale 'after' the reports, as Pexil looked about half ready to doze off , even without the alcohol STSF Seiben: Indeed, they had a good leadership structure and I believe they'll remain loyal to us now. Lerak trPexil: This is strong... KhreRiovtRex: I would hope so, as I said, most are family members of those working at the shipyards. They are very Galae loyal, though I'd be a veruul if I were to believe that all are happy, there are always those that are fans of the Tal'Shiar KhreRiovtRex: Pexil, what was the status of their power systems and other utilities? Laehval tTemarr: They lost roughly a third of the working population in the initial attack, many of those the very young and elderly. Likely a third of the remainder in the camps. The working conditions were harsh. Lerak trPexil: Serviceable... I don't think they will fail, just a lot of maintenance. KhreRiovtRex: Fvaht....that many? :: curses under her breath at the Othan once again:: KhreRiovtRex: The th'ann also indicated that many of the young men and women with engineering skills were taken along when the Othan pulled out, to be put to work on their ships and serve the Othan. They did na know, that ch'Rihan and Galae had persisted. They were told that Othan had taken over and now ran the Empire Laehval tTemarr: It does na surprise me. ::Takes a drink.:: Those remaining on the planet thought that we were to blame for their misfortune. Laehval tTemarr: The Othan continue their campaign of chaos by spreading lies. KhreRiovtRex: Indeed? :: furrows her brow:: Just as they did on ch'Rihan...... KhreRiovtRex: They will pay io day for this..... KhreRiovtRex: I had previously expressed my intentions as to the Othan, yet we also have a duty to free as many of our outer worlds as we can. We also have other matters we need to see to...... KhreRiovtRex: Go get freshened up, a meal and some sleep. Complete au reports and if there is anything else of note we will reconvene here, with t'Ksa and hopefully NDak, and follow up on any other matters, as well as my thoughts on the next step we take. I also wish to hear au thoughts.... KhreRiovtRex: But first....go rest. KhreRiovtRex: And get something to eat,... Laehval tTemarr: And stop stinking up your chambers. ::She smirked as she finished her ale.:: STSF Seiben: ::smiles and finishes his ale:: KhreRiovtRex: :: grins:: Ie...that thought was coming to mind.....hence..why only the ale and na the meal.... KhreRiovtRex: Au are all dismissed for h'nah. PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM Laehval tTemarr: Night, guys. I'm bushed. KhreRiovtRex: Ok, it's late, Laeh's na feeling well and I am betting you guys are tired as well (I know I'm yawning myself:: So, short and sweet, good sim, have a great weekend. Anyone have anything they want to say? KhreRiovtRex: That works too Laeh, good night KhreRiovtRex: Crew Dismissed
  24. RES TALON MISSION BRIEFING 51802.22 - Season 23 Ok, so when we left off, Laeh, Koga and Pexil had taken the transport ship on a test flight, while Torek had been confused and thought they had left without taking anyone and reported to tKsa. The ship has returned now, and the patients can be loaded and transported to the main hospital facility on the western continent. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM KhreRiovtRex: Torek> :: standing near t'Ksa... :: It seems the transport ship has returned. STSF Seiben: ::powering off engines after they've landed:: Glad we made it make in one piece. Lerak trPexil: :: To Koga :: It needs some servicing.. STSF Seiben: Ie, indeed it does. She flies, but just barely. m_k_tksa: ::glances at the man, wondering if he's been hit in the head one too many times:: Ie, I see. ::motions to the others:: Get those litters prepped. STSF Seiben: Think au can get it to be more air worthy? KhreRiovtRex: Torek> ::motions to the team of people to go help the medics get the wounded ready for transport STSF Seiben: ::performing his post flight checks and power down:: Lerak trPexil: :: Heads back to t'Ksa and Torek :: Depends on how much time I have. STSF Seiben: ::finishes and follows Pex:: Hopefully they don't need to leave quite so soon. m_k_tksa: Hopefully we can get by with one trip. Lerak trPexil: :: Walks up to t'Ksa :: STSF Seiben: ::walking along not far behind Pexil:: Lerak trPexil: t'Ksa, au can get people on the transport. It could use some tuning, but nothing that will negate its use. KhreRiovtRex: Torek> Surely that Othan could na have destroyed or taken all of the ships? Have au checked the spaceport? We are after all, home to those that work at Justarus Shipyards. I'm not even sure where you found that piece of junk? Perhaps the junkyard waiting for scrap conversion? Lerak trPexil: I could take au up in the transport if au like. STSF Seiben: ::Wouldn't surprise him if that was the case:: m_k_tksa: ::glances between trPexil and Torek, wondering what the heck?:: KhreRiovtRex: Just get those that were sick and wounded by the Othan to the medical facility. We have a few medics and doctors here that had been locked up with us, that we hid what they did from the Othan. They took quiet a few of our people with them...and heard they just shot those that wouldn't comply. Lerak trPexil: :: nods :: Lerak trPexil: The sooner the better. KhreRiovtRex: I will have some of our other people head to the spaceport to see what they can scrounge up until we can get reinforcements from Justarus..... ::turns to tKsa:: They are still there, are they not? They were able to fight off the Othan au people had said, m_k_tksa: Ie. they are still there. KhreRiovtRex: That is a relief and will help bolster the spirits of many here. Thank the Elements for that Lerak trPexil: The transport is na the best-shielded vessel, so any escort would be appreciated. ACTION: Several groups of people come and assist getting those that tKsa and her team had triaged, onto the ship, as well as several of those with engineering, came along to go inspect the western facilities to make sure the Othan did na leave any traps behind m_k_tksa: Au are not building my confidence, tr'Pexil. Lerak trPexil: I am to tell au how it is. Shall we begin? m_k_tksa: Of course. KhreRiovtRex: Torek> :: heads off to direct some other teams to go get the food storage facilities back up and running, and see just how much of food and supplies the Othan had taken Lerak trPexil: I do wonder what the Othan have left in their wake as we go from system to system. STSF Seiben: Hopefully things that are good Lerak trPexil: :: Checks his ISD and wonders where t'Temarr went off to :: m_k_tksa: ::starts directing traffic, pointing out where each litter should go:: KhreRiovtRex: @ :: reading through several ISD and notes that the interrogations are ongoing, and with the additional time being taken, she can only assume that NDak was doing his utmost to retrieve every scrap of information these fvai may have Lerak trPexil: :: Goes to Koga :: I presume au are to fly the transport? Either of us could do it, naturally. STSF Seiben: Ie, I can fly it sure. I don't mind either way. m_k_tksa: We should be completely loaded in about five minutes. KhreRiovtRex: Torek> Is thankful that the Daise Maenak and her team had stabilized most of those needing attention, else they may na have been up to this delay Lerak trPexil: Very well Koga. m_k_tksa: Be ready to depart au two STSF Seiben: ::nods:: Ie, will do. KhreRiovtRex: Torek> I have things to see to in restoring order here, some of my counterparts will travel with au to get things in order there. Lerak trPexil: We should return to the transport. STSF Seiben: Right,let's go. m_k_tksa: ::finishing the last of the loading and securing the litters:: KhreRiovtRex: 2 minute warning STSF Seiben: I wonder how much time we'd have to tune things up? KhreRiovtRex: (2 minutes!) lol m_k_tksa: I((What?!?! Did I just say we should go in 5 minutes.....?) KhreRiovtRex: (is there metric time in CAN?) lol KhreRiovtRex: STSF Seiben: 9lol) ACTION: THE TRANSPORT IS LOADED AND HEADS TO THE WESTERN CONTINENT TO TAKE THE PATIENTS TO THE LARGER AND MORE EQUIPED MEDICAL FACILITY. KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM KhreRiovtRex: PAUSE SIM m_k_tksa: Huhboy KhreRiovtRex: LOL, Move along home........ Move to the next Shap..... KhreRiovtRex: Ok, took some time, but we've finally gotten them moved over and we'll see about getting ya'll back to the ship and let reinforcements from the shipyards assist as we've cleared out any remaining Othan KhreRiovtRex: Anthing from anyone? Lerak trPexil: Nothing here Lerak trPexil: Wish I was in a DnD group though KhreRiovtRex: Ok, then I hope you all have a great weekend, try to stay warm and ......careful what you wish for.... More dice? KhreRiovtRex: See you all next week Lerak trPexil: See you then STSF Seiben: See you.. goodnight! KhreRiovtRex: Crew Dismissed and see ya later KhreRiovtRex: Good night m_k_tksa: Gnight guys
  25. SD 0304.2018 The Excalibur crew has arrived in orbit of Tellar Minor aboard the USS Lugh, where they believe Captain Swain might be. Two landing teams have been dispatched to the surface, one headed to a signal matching the captain's yacht, while another heads to meet with a Dr. Ornn, a possible lead into Swain's disappearance.
  26. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #981, STARDATE 51803.05 = /\ = The Manticore, under cloak, is at Statiak Prime, soon to be a new member of the Federation. A9 was given the mission to investigate the Statiak people in advance of the induction, as some in the Fed Council have suspicions about this society. The ship snuck in while A9 took the Pegasus down, disguised as a Diplomatic Shuttle, while two away teams covertly beamed down to integrate with the locals and collect information. They have all found out what the locals had been hiding. An annual event called the 'Purge," a 12-hour period when the government sanctions (oh wait, I meant sanctions, hmm never mind) violence by all of the population. The teams need to survive the night and then report back to the Fed Council. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #981, STARDATE 51803.05 = /\ =
  27. MISSION BRIEF: Aboard the USS Lugh, a group of Excalibur crew have been authorized to investigate the disappearance of the Captain Swain. Their first clue is he may have gone to Tellar Minor aboard his yacht. We are entering the system as we pick up. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::it's been a while so he's not swiveling in his chair anymore. he yawns and checks their status:: Entering Tellar Minor system, Captain. Tandaris Admiran: :: on the bridge, monitoring systems:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing research in medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge as well.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he's brushed most of the chips of paint and insulation off the console and out of his chair and is unaware of the pieces in his hair::: Rhan K'hal: :: using what was the communications station since this class is older than dirt, but fond of it anyway :: Hunter Matheson: ::until he feels something moving and gives his hair a swipe::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::At the navigation station:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Rhan:: Have you heard anything more about this Dr. Ornn? Rhan K'hal: It seems that he's retired, sir. I haven't been able to pin him down yet, but it looks like he lives somewhere in the capital. Indaura Ryssan: :: She did not know the Captain well, but even so, had no idea where he'd run of to :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda:: Perhaps we should have a chat with him. The local authorities are still trying to pin down if the yacht has been here or not. Maryse Dubois: ::Has the database open on the console she was using.:: We always seem to be put put in odd circumstances don't we? Rhan K'hal: I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: What about the artifact you mentioned, any luck on that? Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lugh is given the okay to enter orbit. Hakran K'hal: Based on what little information we have from the log fragments, I haven't been able to match it to anything. Yet. Having to do this so far off the record is making searches into the Federation's Archaeology Council a bit slow. Hunter Matheson: ::tappity tap:: We have permission to enter orbit, ma'am. ::CDR:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Then do so. ::Giving Hunter a nod.:: Scan the area and see if the yacht is in orbit. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Standard? Geosynch? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Standard orbit, Matheson. See if you can pinpoint the location of Ornn, Mister K'hal. He's our only lead at this point. Anything on sensors? Hunter Matheson: Aye, Commander. Standard orbit. ::plugs it in and slips into orbit::: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Now that we're in range I can start making live calls instead of playing message-tag. Maryse Dubois: Oh but those are always fun... You should try it with Starfleet Medical sometime. William Chocox: ::is working on something in Engineering:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowns:: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Is there anything medically speaking that could lead us to the Captain? Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ It may be a long shot, but see if you can get access to local medical files. Cross reference them with what we have on the Captain. Maybe we will get lucky and he made a stop at a facility. Rhan K'hal: :: tries a live call to one of Ornn's long-time colleagues that so far hasn't responded to his subspace mail :: Cptn Swain: Ghael> +Rhan+ H-hello? Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ Greetings, is this a Ms. Ghael? Cptn Swain: Ghael> +Rhan+ Yes. To whom am I speaking? Hunter Matheson: :::establishing station keeping::: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Aye Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ My name is Rhan K'hal, thank you for taking my call. My boss has been trying to get in touch with a Dr. Ornn to discuss some of his past work, but I'll be darned if I've been able to find him. Your name came up a number of times though as his assistant for a number of years. I was hoping you might be able to help me get in touch with him? Tandaris Admiran: ::scans for the yacht while they talk:: Cptn Swain: Ghae> +Rhan+ Ornn? Ah, yes. He retired a few years ago, but he has house just outside of Canato. I can give you his address I suppose. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to access the local file medical database :: Hunter Matheson: :::systems check, orbit check, proximity check, stability check::: Hunter Matheson: ::leans back and finishes wiping the chips out of his hair:: Cptn Swain: Ghael> You should get the coordinates now. Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ I very much appreciate it Ms. Ghael. You know these archaeologists, once they put their mind to something it's hard to get them off of it. I for one can't wait to stop hearing "have you found him yet?" :: weary chuckle :: Tandaris Admiran: :: Miranda:: I'm detecting a possible location of the yacht on the surface Cptn Swain: Gheael> +Rhan+ Of course. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the coordinates as they pop onto his screen :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: On the surface? ::Perks up.:: Get us those coordinates and prep a team for transport. Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ I have the coordinates, ma'am, thank you so much. You have a good :: quick check of the planet map :: evening now. Rhan K'hal: :: terminates the voice call :: How does it compare with my coordinates? Rhan K'hal: :: shares his with Tandy :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The coordinates are proximate but not next door. Tandaris Admiran: They are close but not within walking distance. Rhan K'hal: Well, I suppose he had to find a parking spot like anybody else. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls up information on the area :: Could be staying at a hotel, there are a few in the area. There's also a good tram network in the city. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a few hits, but likely only to hit if someone reports something. Cptn Swain: Arden> Seems like we have two places to check out then. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looks to Miranda:: Rhan K'hal: Whoever hits the yacht should definitely lock it down so he can't use it to go anywhere again. I do not want to play space-tag in this dusty pile of ... starship any longer than necessary. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll be doing that. ::Stands.:: We'll split into two teams. Arden, care to visit the doctor? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::nods:: Hakran, Maryse -- you're with me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up, turning off her console.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Rises from the navigation console and heads towards the lift:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises as well and follows Arden :: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ We’re going on a field trip. Maryse Dubois: ::Follows Arden and Hakran.:: William Chocox: +Admiran+ A field trip? Fun. Cptn Swain: << Two Minute Warning >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Rhan will stay and mind the ship and coordinate our teams. Matheson, you're with me. +Indaura+ Doctor, meet us at the transporter room. We're going planetside. Rhan K'hal: Yeah, someone's gotta stay behind or anyone could just grab the ship and claim salvage rights. Not that *I'd* mind but I suppose the Admiral wouldn't want to lose his extra warehouse. Hunter Matheson: ::grabs his gear, hands helm off to Tork, and follows::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  28. The AT shuttle detours around all of the closed spaceways, arriving at the main planet in the Somon system. They direct themselves toward the Central Knowledge Repository in the Academicon to try to find out more about what is known about the Drain. They are followed by the repair crew guy and alien conspiracy guy. chatlog2018-2-25.txt
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