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  1. Today
  2. SD 1215.2019 Things have quieted down for the moment. Engineering along with command staff are inspecting the unusual device found aboard one of the Elasian vessels.
  3. Arc crew tries their plan to interface with the derelict ship. They are able to install a wireless hardware interface and send signals. chatlog2019-12-1.txt
  4. Yesterday
  5. MISSION BRIEF: During an inspection of one of the Elasian cruisers, the Engineering team found an unusual, alien device hidden away behind a false wall. In trying to remove it, they triggered an EMP that shorted out all electronic devices aboard. Elsewhere, there was an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Asher is, unharmed, and returning to Excalibur. The Federation fleet has been put on alert. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Making his way to the bridge, Rex in tow:: Hakran K'hal: :: back on the bridge after having cleaned up and changed back into a normal uniform :: Rhan K'hal: :: also on the bridge, but where else would he be honestly - listening in on communications to get the lowdown :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Staring at the device they'd brought from the other ship.:: Uh... do you think it is safe for this thing to be here? What if we trigger it by accident and it fries all our systems? Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops out of the turbolift in her full blue uniform rather than the jungle clothes, taking her seat back at Science II. :: "Got some interesting info from Valdar on that crater, sir... but I think we're a little busy for that at the moment." William Chocox: Won't be the first time I've fried the systems on an Excalibur so you'll be in good company. Hakran K'hal: I'm sure it'll keep. Indaura Ryssan: :: Running her office in sickbay :: William Chocox: And hopefully we can find the power source and keep it from turning on. Irene Mincine: :: Val is keeping an eye on the short-range sensors, ready to act at a moment's notice if anything starts blowing up or frying things near Excalibur, too. She looks very tense. :: William Chocox: ::starts scanning it:: Cptn Swain: ::Exits onto the bridge, looking less than his usual dapper self:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Nods. :: "I've transferred all the life signs I could pick up in the embassy to the planetary rescue net, as well." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose as Swain appeared on the bridge to move to his seat, giving the Captain a nod.:: All in one piece? Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain :: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Rex too, who is presumably still in tow :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Pretty much. Indaura Ryssan: :: Healing the injured, hypos and regenerators :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Puts up a live feed from Chocox's scans onto one of the displays so more people can view it in real time.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Anyone know what happened down there? Rhan K'hal: Something went boom. Irene Mincine: Irene> "That's... what the ship's sensor logs pretty much say, yeah. Sir." Cptn Swain: The initial report is an overload in the cities power grid. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Is that likely to be accurate? Or do you believe it was something... or someone... else? Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: I am not sure. It would be... odd for it to just happen to be the EPS junction outside the Federation embassy. William Chocox: ::keeps scanning:: Some seemingly bog standard electronics...there's the EMP generators. Rhan K'hal: There's been a lot of chatter on government and military channels. The open channels are mostly speculative or straight business. The encrypted channels interest me a little more in their ... directness. Though of course I do not have authorization to get hacky. Hakran K'hal: Sensors also indicate a considerable increase in military readiness, which is saying something for Elasians. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Rhan briefly:: Commander Rex told me there was a... problem aboard one of the destroyers? Rhan K'hal: Some sort of device that Will and Co. discovered. On trying to figure out what it was it EMP'd. Irene Mincine: Irene> "A citywide electrical grid has thousands of those EPS junctions. And being a Federation outpost, it's probably our equipment there instead of Elasian." Rhan K'hal: They're still working on it to avoid any repeats. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He started feeding the diagnostic data into the computer.:: Maybe, if we can figure out where the components came from, we can get an idea of why it was on that ship. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Would a device like that blow out an EPS grid if it were on the planet instead of a ship?" William Chocox: ::looks up at big feed for a closer look:: Indeed...does that look like the power system to you? ::points:: Looks like it to me. Rhan K'hal: If it knocked out the control equipment for the node in a certain order it's possible that the electro-plasma could cause an explosion. But it would have to be very controlled for it to boom instead of just whoosh. Rhan K'hal: :: learned way too much about power grids a couple of missions ago :: Cptn Swain: Well fortunately unless we get orders, it's not our problem. Hakran K'hal: Cheerful thought. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Squinty.:: Maybe. If it is, then that's the memory module there. ::Pointing at the render.:: Rhan K'hal: I can turn off the communications equipment to make sure, sir. :: wry smile :: Irene Mincine: :: Turning around with a grin. :: Val> "Now you two are thinking like fighter pilots." William Chocox: Yeah, that makes sense to me...ooh, there's probably a lot of juicy details on that module. Rhan K'hal: I am not. I prefer a space vessel I can stand in. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Signal the Yalta that we're on standby. : Rhan K'hal: :: inclines head at Swain :: Aye, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: pings the Yalta to let them know :: Hakran K'hal: :: sits back :: I'm just not seeing anything useful in the data we have. We just weren't looking that way at the time. Our passive sensors are awesome but we are not omniscient. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to the XO chair: I am going to get a shower and change uniforms. Meet me down in engineering in an hour. I'd like to take a look at whatever Will has found. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks a little guilty. :: "We were, after all, messing around in the jungle..." Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: Yes, we specifically were looking up at the time. Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Sickbay here, let me know if we are expecting incoming medical issues. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Gives Swain a nod.:: Aye, sir. I'm just as interested in seeing it, as well, primarily to find out who planted it. William Chocox: ::finishes his scan:: Alright, let's make sure we're not about to blow the ship up because of some tripwire. ::looks:: Maybe want to ask the guys upstairs if they want us to wait to disassemble it. +Bridge+ Chocox to Bridge. Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ I will Doctor, right after I call the caterers. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Go ahead, Chief. William Chocox: +Rhan+ If either the Captain or Commander Stanton are there, can you ask them if they want us to wait on disassembling this device? Or to just go for it? Cptn Swain: ::Nods and heads out:: Rhan K'hal: Commander, this one's for you. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowns: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Whispers to Hakran. :: "Sometimes I'm glad my shirt is green and not red..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ You may proceed cautiously, Lieutenant. As soon as the Captain is cleaned up, we'll be down to view your progress. I'd suggest working on it within a containment field. Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: You've managed to get it red plenty. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Acknowledged Commander. We'll be waiting for you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Hmph. I'll try not to stain the new ship's carpets." Hakran K'hal: ::changes subject :: So what did Valdar manage to find? Hakran K'hal: Shall we drop in on geo? William Chocox: ::turns to Reynolds:: Let's get this show on the road. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Shrugs, holding up a padd. :: "I've got her report, unless you want to head down there. The craters were not caused by meteor impacts at all." Hakran K'hal: Weapons impacts? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds up a plasma cutter a bit too eagerly.:: Ready, sir! Irene Mincine: Irene> "Close. Nuclear tests!" William Chocox: Oooooookay! ::gently pushes the plasma cutter down:: Let's take a deep breath, and keep calm. Hakran K'hal: They had an interesting recipe to get that combination of elements. Also explains why they're in no hurry to go exploring there. Hakran K'hal: Makes me wonder if the flappy thing of horror is "natural." You want to go down and collect some more samples? :: joking but deadpan :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::A bit deflated.:: Oh... not the plasma cutter first, then? Rhan K'hal: (( ye gods, Will is the voice of reason now )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds up a spanner.:: I guess, this? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( How the tables have turned. )) William Chocox: We'll see. First things first, we're going to set up a containment field. Then we'll decide which tool to use first. I do love the enthusiasm though. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Grins. :: "Most likely natural, despite what the holonovels tell you about giant monsters. Yeah, we found natural ingredients for a bomb along with byproducts of a detonation. Trinitite and other artificial glass." William Chocox: ((Well, when you're the Chief of Engineering you need to be sane if your immediate superior wasn't in the same position before command.)) Hakran K'hal: You and your team did good work, Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Oh, containment field. Right. Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams. :: "Thank you, sir!" Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Hakran K'hal: Speaking of working, I think it's time I made my rounds. :: rises :: Take some bridge duty, should be a light load. Seems like the excitement is over. Irene Mincine: Irene> "All right." :: She slides over to Science I. :: "I'll try not to blow anything up while you're gone." William Chocox: Yes. ::types into his console the necessary commands:: Rhan K'hal: :: calls over from across the bridge :: That's Will's job. Hakran K'hal: :: snorts, heads for the lift :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles and logs herself into the console. :: William Chocox: ((::feels a disturbance in the Force::)) Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records, checking supplies :: Rhan K'hal: :: half sits on his console while he flips through audio channels :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  6. Last week
  7. Aegis Mission Brief 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis engineering and science work to secure our defenses against the virus. Security's PsiCorps and undercover agents will be training. Otherwise, things are fairly quiet. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC and pauses for assessment::: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: ::working hard on counter measures for how he believes the virus is travelling:: Cptn d'Ka: ::refreshing himself in her quarters before returning to Missouri:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds himself in an unusual place :: Chirakis: ::returns the nod::: Good morning, Commander Kital. Jylliene: Good morning, Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at ops science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at the engineer :: What are you doing SubCommander? mimipavilion: ::getting dressed for work, still sad about what happened; but better than she was two days ago:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: I'm checking systems at the command center. :: He was unsure what to make of Commander Cayne, even after all this time :: Chirakis: :::relieves the duty officer and takes her place in command::: Tarisa: ::Steps off the lift, onto CnC.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil could hear her voice :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: grunts, sips his coffee :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: winces :: What is this? Tarisa: ::Walks over to SCI, seeing Dran.:: Good morning. Chirakis: ::absorbed by information she has just received, so she just nods to Tarisa and Tae'Lynn::: Cptn d'Ka: ::exits her quarters and enters the lift to the security complex::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up again :: I think a new batch of fresh coffee, non-replicated. Even though I fixed the replication systems...people are slow to trust it again. Johnson Kenyon: ::typing up report to Nijil on the theories of the virus transport:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::goes to her desk in her quarters, before leaving:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It is...strong. Tae'Lynn Dran: Good morning. Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping!:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waving a scanner over Cayne's display :: Ie, something from the Korjata family farm... not sure what planet. So many to keep track of... au know that a native feline first eats the coffee beans, th- Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Swiftly puts his hand up :: No no, don't tell me. Tarisa: ::Stands by the console.:: Anything of interest this morning? Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in the sickbay:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Fairly normal scans. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees a woman at the far end of the CnC. She looked vaguely familiar, a whisper in a crowd, but... :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches the engineer walk away for a moment :: Something I said? Alexis McFarland: ::Clutches her pillow and is curled into a ball. Her pet kitten is curled up on her loveseat asleep as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks across the CnC and up to another mid-deck. Peers around a corner :: Johnson Kenyon: ::sends Nijil his theory of virus movement and some suggestions on how to contain it:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: That is good, I suppose. mimipavilion: ::goes to the nearest tl and orders it to the CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Wakes up early, rubbing her eyes as she gets out of bed.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shakes his head :: (m) Who was that? :: he said quietly to himself :: Cptn d'Ka: :::upon entering security, he watches the PsiCorps as they continue honing their skills:: Johnson Kenyon: ::explaining that the virus could be alien, moving through the power relays and testing the capability, or could even be a Medusan relaying orders:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turned around and looked for Jylliene :: Jylliene: ::at Ops, focused for now on the displays and records from the previous shift:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stopped by a notification on his padd, Engineer Kenyon's latest research regarding the nature of the virus they were fighting; still fighting :: Chirakis: :::looks up from her work:: Commander Korjata? Scott Coleridge: ::notices the CnC is getting fairly busy, smiles at the idea that everything is returning to normal on Aegis and nothing could possibly go wrong:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh huh. :: Perks up :: Ie Captain? mimipavilion: ::steps on the CnC and slowly walks around:: Chirakis: ::curious:: Have you a reason for being in CnC? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over at Nijil's confusion, goes back to his reading of sensor logs, a brief history of the last few hours :: Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to face him, noting his expression::: Jylliene: ::overhears, glances over, puzzled by his behavior:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This is part of the station and as an engineer the entire station is my domain. These are some overdue checks and recalibrations. Tarisa: I needed a break from the virus project. Though we have had some breakthroughs...in more areas than one. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks :: Jylliene: ::does not think this response sounds terribly much like him:: Jylliene: ::true though it might be:: Chirakis: :::nods::: Very well. Carry on. ::still watching him as he seems confused::: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's reassuring to hear. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have found out that I am not a morning person, so pardon my...abnormalities. Jylliene: ::getting increasingly weird feelings:: Chirakis: I see. Have you seen Dr. Sandero? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees Jylliene, goes over to her. Smiles :: Commander Kital. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil, in the report:: we might be able to contain such a virus by spiking the power output through the relays.... this might disrupt the virus ability to send messages. Nijil tr'Korjata: How's your station? :: wanting to ask a question :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Something else interesting happened... ::Tail swishes a bit as she thinks about it.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: his padd vibrates :: Jylliene: ...Nijil. ::still really feeling weird, but smiles:: It's fine. All normal. Chirakis: ::he doesn't seem focused at all, moving from one person to another without reason and asking Jylliene how her station was::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to the kitchen, getting a morning snack.:: mimipavilion: ::walks over to the Captain:: Jylliene: ::So very confused. And alarmed.:: Chirakis: ::putting aside her PADD, she rises from the command chair::: Dr. Pavilion. :::welcoming smile:: mimipavilion: Hello Captain. Alexis McFarland: Kitten>. ::jumps on Alexis and meows at her:: Chirakis: How are you doing, Doctor? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and opens her eyes:: Mmm, what do you want? Oh, you're hungry. Okay... Chirakis: ::slight glance at Nijil::: Cptn d'Ka: ::educating his group on the nuances of psychic manipulation::: Nijil tr'Korjata: (w) Those names.. I thought those were the first names of even more engineers coming onboard, but...do those names mean what I think they mean? Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up and heads to the kitchen to replicate kitty some nice Feline Supplement 74, which she puts on the floor with some water for her kitty:: mimipavilion: Ok I guess, but better than I was two days ago. ::looks at Nijil::softly so Chirakis hears:: Wonder what's with Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Scans the ODN connections to her station... all green, thankfully :: Chirakis: I am not sure, Doctor. Alexis McFarland: ::Mr. Moht sets out some breakfast for Alexis - eggs and bacon and OJ:: Jylliene: ::Somewhat relieved now:: Could be. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets a weird vibe from far off in the station, as if some Rihan is up to no good :: Alexis McFarland: That was quick. ::eating her breakfast:: Chirakis: ::and now he seems focused... except for ignoring the engineering officer at his side::: Johnson Kenyon: ::getting caught up on the engineering backlog:: Scott Coleridge: ::notices Mimi and Chirakis talking, Nijil and Jylliene talking:: Johnson Kenyon: ::directing repairs throughout the station:: Jylliene: (w) We can talk about it after shift. ::somewhat relieved smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels a little pale at the possible news :: That's great. :: containing his emotions for the sake of the CnC :: mimipavilion: ::looks back at Chirakis:: Odd, I think as he's up here and acting odd I think I'll observe him. I'll let Dacia know I'm back on duty. Jylliene: ::indicates Kenyon:: Think he had something for you? Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Please do. Nijil tr'Korjata: We have much to talk about... Let me cook for au tonight then. Replication has been off people's minds lately. And your station is clean. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Will do. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders when he can tell Annisha...or how :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a bacon:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing a note to thank the 30 engineers for relieving the station engineering crew:: Chirakis: ::glance to Scott, then to Nijil, wondering if he's fit for duty:: Chirakis: ::casual walk around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, off to my own space. Next time I get a ship or station with fewer levels :: Scott Coleridge: ::reads Chirakis' glance, responds with an eyebrow raise and pursing his lips while shifting them to one side:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: puts his scanner back in the case :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to one of the mission consoles, activating it, relaying a message to Dacia that she's back on duty and she's on the CnC; keeps an eye on Nijil:: Chirakis: ::stops at Ops::: Commander Korjata, a word. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to no one in particular then heads for the lift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. Some engineering issue? Chirakis: My office. ::she leads the way:: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a message and reads it:: that's great.. Welcome back, hope you are feeling better ::she replied back:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters her office :: Tarisa: ::Ears perk up at what was happening at OPS. She refrains from glancing for now.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his kit case in front of him :: Chirakis: ::behind him, allowing the door to close::: Commander, you seem either worried, exhausted, or both. Chirakis: Are you aware that an engineer was waiting beside you? Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been burning plasma at both ends lately and some possible news from Jylliene, but that's too early to confirm just yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, I realized what the news was and was distracted. Chirakis: And "burning plasma" is a way of saying that you have not slept for a while? Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, it's a paraphrase of the earth expression of burning a candle at both ends. Thought it needed a more modern approach. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have slept, just not as well as I would like. Alexis McFarland: ::watches kitty eat her food:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil has had a chance to look at his message:: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment, then says:: I am going to relieve you of duty for now. You are to report to Dr Pavilion for an examination, then to your quarters for rest. Lt Kenyon will relieve you. mimipavilion: ::gets the reply::messages back:: thanks Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain? Cptn d'Ka: ::he directs a few to focus more keenly rather than globally:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Have I done something wrong? Chirakis: No. Nothing wrong. It is obvious that you need rest, so you will rest. And that is not a suggestion, Commander. Chirakis: Forward the message from Lt Kenyon. He will relieve you until you are fit for duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright Captain. :: disappointed and turns to leave :: Chirakis: ::follows him out, she looks for Kenyon::: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering:: Chirakis: ::Notes that Kenyon has left::: Commander, forward Mr Kenyon's information to Commander Coleridge. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Close the messages on his padd, makes his way to the lift :: mimipavilion: ::sees that Nijil is making his way to the lift:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Opens it back up again as the lift doors close :: Dear Doctor. I am to report to au for a medical evaluation :: Chirakis: :::watching Nijil leave, followed by Mimi. She walks slowly to Scott and stands beside him, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts::: mimipavilion: ::goes to the lift and enters:: Let's go. Nijil tr'Korjata: That was fast Doctor. I have not seen au sense... mimipavilion: I just came back to duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. Well, if au wish someone to talk to, err, about it. I appear to have my calendar free. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Subcommander Korjata, Sir, I wanted to talk to you about the report I sent Alexis McFarland: ::finishing up her breakfast, drinking her glass of orange juice::: Chirakis: ::to Scott:: Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::receives a report:: Oooh, a report. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Yes, Captain? mimipavilion: ::the lift comes to stop near medical:: I'll think about it, in the meantime let's get you checked out. Chirakis: Indeed. A report from Mr Kenyon, regarding the virus, is in your box. Scott Coleridge: I see that. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I looked over it briefly, but I have been relived of duty. So let me look over it with a clear mental state and I'll make remarks on it. Scott Coleridge: I will read it using my finest console. ::points:: Also my only console. Chirakis: :::slight grin:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Relieved of duty? ::doesn't know what to say:: Chirakis: +Kenyon+ Lt Kenyon, report to my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks into medical :: Au know. I was thinking of asking to camp out at the park...for a change of scenery that is not a holodeck simulation. Johnson Kenyon: +Chirakis+ Yes Ma'am. On my way Chirakis: ::and miraculously, Kenyon appears at her office door::: Come in, Lieutenant. Johnson Kenyon: ::walks in, salutes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Does everyone know about my dreams Doctor? mimipavilion: ::entering medical:: wouldn't hurt, take a seat. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: mimipavilion: I don't think so. When was the last time you were in medical? Chirakis: :::she closes the door::: At ease, Lieutenant. Commander Korjata has been temporarily relieved of duty until he is well rested. In his absence, you will be chief engineer. Have you a problem with that? Johnson Kenyon: ::standing, looks at the Captain:: No, Captain Nijil tr'Korjata: I have a name now Doctor... Kryndi. Chirakis: Very well. I have forwarded your information to Commander Coleridge. Chirakis: You will report to him if you have more information. Chirakis: Dismissed. mimipavilion: ::confused:: Kryndi? What or who's that? Johnson Kenyon: ::nods head, turns to leave:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought it was someone on the station, but the name is not on any registry here or in this sector. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head:: Thank you, Captain for the trust you have in me mimipavilion: ::nods:: Hmmm ::scans him:: Is there anything else that I should know? Nijil tr'Korjata: If the name is in reference to my dream. Either the woman I see in them is Kryndi, or I am. Johnson Kenyon: ::::walks out of office:: Tarisa: ::Notices Johnson leaving the office.:: Chirakis: ::also exits the office and approaches Tarisa and Dran:: Anything new, Commander? ::Tarisa:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Other than taken off duty I don't know. I got a weird vibe from the CnC staff. I know I don't go up there much, but... I got some possible news I will need to discuss with Jy. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking for Commander Coleridge:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Makes sure he stays awake so he can stay on duty :: Scott Coleridge: ::sees Kenyon looking for him:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sometimes I fit in on the station, sometimes I feel a stranger. Tarisa: We have a breakthrough in the virus safeguards. Engineering is working on it now. mimipavilion: ::nods finishes the scan:: Ok I ordering you to get some rest and make a list of names and related items that are related to your dream. at some point we're going to need to make a sketch of the woman. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Interesting, yes? Dacia Sandero: yes quite. Chirakis: TBS is 8 hours. The time will be 3 PM. Many of you will want to relax for a while. Tarisa: I sense Dr. Davis being busy in the near future. Chirakis: Indeed she will be. I will inform her. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, I'm being told to look at a woman? Chirakis: Problem, Commander? mimipavilion: Uh yeah in a sense. Chirakis: I see... Nijil tr'Korjata: No no no... :: looks at Jy :: Chirakis: If there is nothing else.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. William felt the containment field come down around him and Reynolds to protect the rest of the ship from any stupidity the two of them found themselves in. They had about an hour to take the device apart before Captain Swain and Commander Stanton made their way down to Engineering. "I am loving the enthusiasm though, the plasma cutter wasn't necessarily a bad idea, just not the idea that we need right away." he said to the young ensign that was entrusted to his care. "Thanks." Reynolds said as they set themselves up at the end. "You're welcome," William said, "I'll grab a hold of the main body, and you can try turning that end of it with the spanner." "On it sir." Reynolds said. William grabbed a large pair of pliers and gripped the main body while Reynolds took the spanner and attached it to the end where they though the most likely point of entry was. "On three sir?" he heard Reynolds say. "Your count." he said back, bracing himself to make sure that the device didn't rotate on them. "One, two, three." Reynolds said before cranking hard on device. *shnk* The darn thing wasn't budging. William could hear Reynolds groaning as he kept applying pressure, but the device wasn't opening. After a few seconds of effort they both relaxed from their positions. "Alright, let's try again, but this time I'm going to try to turn it with the pliers while you apply pressure with the spanner." William said to Reynolds. "Sounds like a plan." Reynolds replied, a little out of breath. "One, two, three." William said, grunting as he and Reynolds tried again. It quickly became apparent that they weren't going to be able to brute force this thing open. "Alright, looks like your first idea was the correct idea Ensign." William said putting his pliers down, "We're going to need the plasma cutter." "Yes!" Reynolds said with a fist pump. "Go get the goggles and we'll get started." William said, shaking his head a little bit at the enthusiasm Reynolds was showing. "Hopefully we'll get through this before the Captain gets down here."
  9. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |13 December 2019 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are diligently working on locking down the system virus that has been jumping from one area of the station to another. Security will be in the crosshairs of Captains d’Ka and Chirakis as they smooth out the PsiCorps and undercover security personnel. Otherwise, the station has been fairly quiet.
  10. Residual Concerns They shared the same concerns: the Stone of Gol, V’Mal’s collaborators, and the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit, to name a few. Hopefully they could formulate at least one plan. ~Cayne & Chirakis, Far From Over - 2018 Several hours after inspecting what was left of the aliens’ delta-wing black stealth-hulled starship—the remains of which spread across an entire landing deck on USS Missouri—and listening to engineering and science personnel regarding their findings, Captain Chirakis returned to the station. Captain d’Ka accompanied her to watch the pending security drill, especially the newly established PsiCorps. Not long ago, the rogue Vulcan, V’Mal had used his psychic abilities to take control of Aegis and retrieve the Stone of Gol. The villain pulled 32 security officers into insanity, resulting in their deaths. Since then, measures had been taken to counteract a similar situation in the future. Captain Chirakis and Commander Cayne, with the permission of Starfleet Command, gathered the most focused psychics on Aegis, trained them, and formed the PsiCorps. Even at this late hour, Chez Antonio was bustling with patrons. Captain d’Ka and Kirel weaved their way through the restaurant, occasionally pausing to greet patrons, and eventually arriving at the captain’s reserved table. Their purpose was not so much enjoyment as it was to give d’Ka the opportunity to scrutinize the clandestine PsiCorps personnel who were assigned to the commerce deck. The proprietor, Antonio, was congenial as always. Their tables were set in a strategic area, not only giving them a full view of the commerce deck, but allowing them a swift exit if necessary. Kirel noticed several undercover security officers at the bars—as usual—and a few perusing the stores or having coffee on the mezzanine. “Enjoying yourself, Kh’éile?” said Kirel with a minimal smile as she relaxed in the armchair. He seemed to be concentrating, focused in a casual way as he scanned the crowd. “I am,” he began quietly. “It’s very interesting. It isn’t often that I get a chance to observe and report.” Snifter in hand, he swirled the brandy carefully and glanced in her direction. “I see a few… soiléir.* They draw attention, though probably not enough for suspicion. And a few… síceaic,” he said, using Sindar to keep the conversation private. “And who might that be?” D’ka leaned forward into an impish smile. “I can send you images.” Setting her brandy aside, she leaned toward him… mirroring his smile while her eyes mirrored caution. “Just don’t fry my brain.” It took a few seconds for the images to form, so he was being careful. “And who are those we should deal with?” “The first few.” Relaxing in her chair, she closed her eyes for a moment and the images reappeared “I see,” she sighed thoughtfully. “I have been watching them as well. I’ll take them aside tomorrow. Would you assist with the Síceaic while I work with the others? That is… unless you need to be elsewhere.” He gave a slight chuckle and relaxed in the armchair. “We will be here for a while. Of course I will assist.” _______________________ Kh’éile - bond mate Soiléir - undercover Síceaic - empaths
  11. The Hyspert system was located just inside the Oralis Nebula which stretched lazily across the Federation border and into the no-man’s land that had separated it from the Romulan Empire for over two centuries. Technically, Romulan ships -- as well as Starleet -- were supposed to remain out of the Neutral Zone, unless both sides mutually agreed to their presence, but in reality, the Neutral Zone was more or less Romulan space -- Galae warships routinely patrolled it, and they had, over the years, established numerous covert bases and listening posts. The nature of the nebula, however, rendered the famed Romulan cloaking device inoperable, meaning Starfleet would likely detect the Elarion and her fleet mates. The provocative intent was rather obvious. Destorie frowned, looking out at the near barren star system from his ship’s observation deck. Three cold, icy rocks that could only nominally be called planets circled the system’s primary, a dull, yellow main-sequence star. The only notable feature of the entire system was brilliant, blue-green gas giant at the system’s edge. The Elarion’s science compliment -- such as it was -- had asked if they could conduct a survey of the planet while they waited for whatever it was Galae wanted them to do next. Tyras thought it would give them something to do, “idle hands,” he’d said bemusedly when he brought the suggestion to his commanding officer. Destorie approved, though he reminded them the system had been catalogued before, though he decided not to mention it had been his own ship, the Talon, that had completed that particular survey. His frown deepened. It had been over a decade since the Talon had been at Hyspert conducting a survey of the system. Everything seemed simpler then -- he only had his own expectations to live up too and few of his current worries or cares. His brooding, however, was interrupted by his first officer. “Enarrain,” Tyras said politely. “Thaetix and Fulmic are entering the system and have requested further instructions. Shall I have them take up standard patrol posture?” Destorie nodded. “That would be good. Send my compliments to their Commanders. Maybe we should have them over for dinner, what do you think?” “I think you want to show off,” Tyras said with a sly grin. “Too which I approve of... sir.” Returning the sly grin, Destorie turned back to look out the window. “Good, have the galley arrange everything. Say 1800 hours. I think just command staff at this point. We can discuss our orders more freely.” “Prudent.” Tyras stood at a lazy attention. Their relationship had warmed, but he was still his commander and a degree of respect was due. “Was there anything else?” Tyras cleared his throat. “The Itarn reports they’re continuing to monitor the Baruv. It appears our former guests have tried to mask their warp signature, but the homing device we planted is continuing to function. They’re remaining on course to Cete III, and should arrive in the system early tomorrow.” “Interesting.” “It’s just all very... unusual, sir. Why wouldn’t the Tal’Shiar have given them a cloaking device? And why send three lackeys unless you wanted them to get caught -- and then when they did, you ride to the rescue?” Destorie shrugged, turning to face his executive officer again. “I don’t know, but nothing about it sits right with me, but for now we have our own mission to focus on.” “Why do you think they picked us?” “I can’t be sure. The Khre’Riov, said it was because of my experience in dealing with the Lloann’na, but there any number of more senior commanders with extensive experience in dealing with them.” “You sound skeptical.” “It’s just a feeling. After what happened in the Gamma Quadrant --” Destorie trailed off, looking to the windows again. Tyras’ brow lifted slightly -- Destorie had spoke little of his last assignment as senior military liason in the Gamma Quadrant. As far as Tyras knew, that position had ended when the Allies had agreed to withdraw due to the instability of the Dominion. If there was something more to it though. “Oh?” “It’s a long story -- but suffice to say that there are those who favor Sihhus Lakhraem who do not exactly trust my loyalty.” “Then why give you such an assign--” A frown formed on Tyras’ face, deepening as the realization took hold. “A test?” “Or a trap. Either way, I am concerned.” “What do you know about the other commanders then?” “Not much, I’ve only ever served with Gaenor’s t’Laen and then only briefly. She’s old school and past her prime, but we can trust her I think. “Riov tr’Glhen of the Fulmic was at the Retor a few years ahead of me. He’s a capable commander. Not very political as far as I know. His family are outworlders.” “And tr’Hvler?” Destorie’s ever deepening frown didn’t waiver as he turned again. “Younger than you or me. His family is from one of the core worlds -- ch’Naeha? And if I remember correctly, his father is some sort of administrator or something.” “An opportunist?” “Mhmm” Destorie said, not unaware of how someone might describe him. “We should be cautious towards him. Command may simply have thought I was the best suited to lead the task force, but I have my doubts.” “With respect, Enarrain, you shouldn’t be so modest. You earned your rank.” “I like to think so,” Destorie said. “But I can’t help but question command’s motives.” Tyras nodded. “If there was nothing else then, sir. I should see to the preparations for tonight.” “Of course.” Arrain Esael tr’Dael leaned back in his chair. The Oira had finally quieted down now that the command staff of the four warbirds had completed their tour of the Elarion and the third shift had taken over. As Chief of Sciences, he could easily be sleeping, but he was taking the relative period of quiet to monopolize the primary sensor array and scan the fourth planet of the Hyspert system. Esael had actually been rather surprised that the Enarrain had blessed his proposal to complete a survey. Nothing about the brooding, bald commanding officer had suggested he had the slightest interest in science. Perhaps he’d judged him too quickly? He shrugged. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon view for a Galae commander to take. Warbirds weren’t Federation cruise ships with whole decks dedicated to science laboratories and a small army of science officers. Instead most Galae vessels were only equipped with very basic laboratories and only a handful of personnel dedicated to research. “Never look a gift horse in the mouth,” the medical officer had told him after their staff meeting when he’d expressed his surprise. Esael wasn’t entirely sure what a horse was, or why it would be giving him a gift, but he could appreciate the sentiment. He glanced back to data being fed to him by a class II probe circling in the icy giant. It was relatively straight forward. High concentrations of methane, ammonia and nitrogen, likely with some sort of solid core. It had nearly a dozen moons. Most of which were barren rocks not dissimilar from three terrestrial inner planets of the system. One however, caught his eye -- Hyspert 4G. A previous survey of the system had identified it as worthy of a follow up at a later date, but apparently that had never happened. It was, unlike most satellites in the outer edges of a solar system, comprised mostly of silicate rock surrounding a molten iron-sulfide core. Volcanic activity marred its surface. There was, from his initial scans, a thin, barely breathable atmosphere. Esael made a comment in the file and directed the probe to continue its work. The Elarion could spend a full week or more surveying the system, but he assumed they wouldn’t get that. The Enarrain hadn’t been entirely forthing coming about why the small task force had been assembled or what exactly their mission entailed. Like most, the science officer assumed the less he knew better. Still he couldn’t help but wonder. The third shift officers clearly shared his sentiment. Maelc, as usual, was riding heard on them, but the events of the last few days had left them all a bit unsettled. “I don’t like it,” Maelc said lowly to Kaev, as he paced the bridge. “Being this deep in the Outmarches.” Kaev shrugged. There was little they could about it, even if he shared the sentiment. “Best keep those thoughts to yourself,” he said making a gesture. “The Enarrain has his orders.” Frowning, Maelc resumed pacing. Below them, dinner was continuing apace. The orderlies had cleared the table from the main course and were preparing to bring out dessert. At the head of the oblong table, Destorie sat quietly sipping a glass of bubbling champagne. The conversation had been polite and so far, nonpolitical. Ayea Laen as the most senior of the commanders sat opposite of him. Though getting on in her years, she cast a handsome figure and her long, greying hair added a touch of distinction. Dhavin Glhen sat to Destorie’s right, beside of Tyras. He was a bit older than Destorie, but was still quite fit. The youngest of the riovs Rhen Hvler sat to Destorie’s left. He was short, thin, and nearly impossible to read. “I must compliment you, Enarrain,” Ayea said, putting her glass of brown, bubbly liquid down. “Their are Enriovs whose serve poorer food, and this champagne is excellent.” “Thank you,” Destorie tried earnestly at modesty. “It is a particularly good year.” “Is it from your family vinyards?” Dhavin asked. Destorie nodded. “Historically we only produced ales -- particularly sparkling ale -- but my grandfather expanded the operation to produce wine, port, and champagne.” “So,” Rhen said as dessert was brought out. “Why exactly are we here, in the Outmarches.” The question hung in the air. Neither Ayea or Dhavin ventured to resolve it, leaving Destorie to sigh reluctantly. Finally, when it became obvious a response was required, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “I am sure you’re aware of the developments regarding the sale of warships by the Elasians to the Cardassians, Riov.” He nodded, and Destorie continued. “The Federation has informed the Praetor that, despite their own reservations, and formal protests by our government and the other members of the Bajoran Accords, they’re allowing the sales to go forward.” “That’s not unexpected,” Jaehv Mamil, Ayea’s first officer interjected. “What does it have to do with us?” Ayea gave Jaehv a warning glance, but offered no further reproach. Destorie exhaled. “It’s okay, Riov,” he said, directing it to her, “It’s a valid question. Galae Command has been tasked with sending a message to the Federation.” “So that’s it then, we’re just here to show the flag?” “For now,” Destorie said, leaning back into his chair. “Praetor Gaher is scheduled to have a call with the new Federation president, I am told, early tomorrow to again ask him to at least delay the sale.” Dhavin frowned. “And if they don’t?” “Then we may be ordered to intercept them in Neutral Space.” “Intercept them?” Ayea’s concern was obvious. “We’re not talking about using force against our allies are we?” “The Elasians aren’t our allies,” Rhen said, glancing briefly to Ayea. “And they’re helping to rearm the same people who killed your son. Surely you, of all people, can see why we cannot allow this.” Ayea’s eyes darted to Rhen. If they had been disruptors, Desotire noted wryly to himself, the young Riov would have been vaporized. Tyras eyes were wide and he looked to Destorie to see his response. Perhaps more calmly than Tyras expected, Destorie cleared his throat. “Please,” he said, “enjoy the flan. We can talk more about the implications later. There is still a chance the Federation will accede to reason.” Dinner ended more or less without another incident. As the others left, Destorie found himself alone with Rhen. His uniform fit snugly around a muscled torso. Perhaps too snugly, Destorie considered. He had dark, dispassionate eyes that were sunk into, for a Romulan, a waxen face that made his eyes and hair seem even darker. “Forgive my... lack of tact earlier,” he said, with a slight tip of his head. “I spoke out of turn..” Destorie forced a smile. There was something vexing about Rhen, but Destorie couldn’t entirely pinpoint the origin of the feeling. “It was nothing, I am sure that Riov Laen has already forgotten.” “Still, thank you for... your diversion. I suppose you’re used to that.” Without thinking, Destorie lifted a brow. “To what?” “Oh,” Rhen said with a flare. “Just that I must imagine in a family, such as yours, heated political arguments are common, especially given the differences of opinion between your parents.” Destorie felt a ball forming in his stomach and working its way up to his chest. He forced a smile even though the words “such as yours” blazed through him like a fire hitting pure oxygen. Tyras had been casually evesdropping on the conversation while pretending to listen to the first officer of the Fulmic. At the mention of the House of N’Dak, however, Tyras politely excused himself and headed towards the two commanders. He was surprised, however, to see Destorie smiling. “Well you know what they say,” Destorie said, every fiber of his being twitching with the urge to cut the little brat down to size. “Life burns, politics burn, ale burns --” “But dull are life with without them.” Tyras interjected. “Isn’t that the truth.” Destorie nodded politely to Tyras, mentally making a note to thank him later. “Enarrain,” Tyras continued. “I believe Centurion Lhaelev was looking for you just now.” “Ah, of course yes. He had a report for me on some adjustments to the communications array. I really must be going, Riov. I hope you have enjoyed your evening. Shaoi ben, tr’Hvlar.” Before the Riov could respond, Destorie slipped off, leaving Tyras to hide his bemusement at Destorie’s use of honorifics to remind Rhen of his junior status.
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  14. SD 1201.2019 - No Sim (Thanksgiving) SD 1208.2019 During an inspection of one of the Elasian cruisers, the Engineering team found an unusual, alien device hidden away behind a false wall. In trying to remove it, they triggered an EMP that shorted out all electronic devices aboard. Elsewhere, there was an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Asher is unharmed and returning to Excalibur. The Federation fleet has been put on alert.
  15. MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off, Excalibur had detected an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Meanwhile while investigating an unusual device aboard an Elasian cruiser, Will and his engineering team triggered an EM pulse that disabled all technology in the area of the device. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: # ::to the group at large:: Alright, sound off, who's not dead? VonDrake: ::on the Excalibur in Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: @ ::unaware of the drama off in the capital or in orbit, is leading the team from the protection of one tree canopy to the next :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowns at the report:: Planetary authorities are responding. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's playing security for the science team with her phaser. Tiran is complaining about the pterosaur. :: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, tending to her last patient that transferred over.:: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Should we bring up the away team from the surface, sir?" Rhan K'hal: I've lost contact with the engineering team on board the [ship name]. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Peering down at his tricorder, frowning. Glances up, looking about the corridor.:: I think... I think we're all fine, sir. Our equipment is dead, however. William Chocox: #::sighs:: Not again. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowns deeper:: The Yalta is signaling for the fleet to go to Yellow Alert Rhan K'hal: ::swivels the scanners over to that ship:: I have their life signs though. Looks like the power went out. Will's specialty, isn't it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Considering.:: Yes, recall all crew to the ship. And find out where Captain Swain is. If we can't get him on comms, I'm sending someone down. Set the ship to Yellow Alert. William Chocox: # Let's see if we can fix anything. Hakran K'hal: @ Damned oversized pigeon. Shoo! Cptn Swain: Rex> :Nods:: Yellow Alert, aye sir. Rhan K'hal: +SciTeam+ Excalibur to surface team. We've got to bring you up. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "We should be okay under the canopy of the rainforest. The"”" :: She gets the message from Rhan. :: "Great idea, lieutenant. Let's get the hell out of here." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::puts security on alert, and has a team on standby to go to the surface,:: Hakran K'hal: @ Looks like we'll have to be bad guests and leave the campsite for now. William Chocox: # ::looks over:: Is that thing still on? Hakran K'hal: @ +Rhan+ Go ahead, it's good timing. Maryse Dubois: ::Had just finished up when the ship went to yellow alert.:: +Rhan+ What's happening up there? Rhan K'hal: TR3> :: gets the word and initiates transport :: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ The list of what isn't would be shorter, Doc. Irene Mincine: @ "We can pick up the samples on our next excursion, or have Engineering transport them to a cargo bay." Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ We may end up with some casualties from the surface, not sure yet. So be prepared for potential burn victims, shrapnel injuries, etc. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ So Excalibur level of crazy. Gotcha. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Stanton:: Nothing from the Captain, last he reported in he was ::pauses:: at the embassy. Hakran K'hal: :: nods at Irene as the transport starts, shimmers back into being on the Excalibur :: William Chocox: #::tries to see if he can get a better look at the device:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I don't know, sir. I mean... we don't have any working instruments to get a reading. William Chocox: # True. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "The embassy." :: She says coldly. :: Hakran K'hal: :: notes the yellow alert :: Valdar, go ahead and run those samples down to the lab and pass them over to Semek. Everyone can tidy up a bit first, then report to stations. I'll be up on the bridge. Rhan K'hal: :: has a conversation with the transporter operator in TR3 :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Turns to Rex.:: Send a team. I want him found. Irene Mincine: Valdar> "Yes, sir." :: She nods, collecting everyone's sample packs and runs off to the lab with them. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: Yes, sir. ::Logs off his console:: On my way. Maryse Dubois: ::Keeps sickbay on standby.:: William Chocox: # And our communications are probably down. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: a care package shimmers onto the floor a meter away, with comm badges, tricorders, and some medical supplies :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Mr. K'hal, what's the status of our engineering away teams? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Science 2, reporting for duty." :: After handing her backpack to Valdar. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Heads to the lift after ordering his security team to meet them and informed the embassy he was on his way.:: Rhan K'hal: I just sent them a care package so we can figure out why they lost power over there on top of the communications. William Chocox: # Ooh, new toys. ::grabs a comm badge and keys it to himself:: +Excal+ Chocox to Excalibur. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Excalibur here, go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Takes one of the newly sent tricorders and scans the EMP device.:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift onto the bridge in his jungle attire, complete with a few leafy souvenirs stuck in his fur :: VonDrake: ::running diagnostics, trying to keep abreast of what's going on:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows Hakran out, wearing what would barely pass for a TOS miniskirt as her jungle uniform. She takes over at Science II. :: Hakran K'hal: :: sees right away what the urgency is about, does what he can to start sorting out scans of the embassy area :: William Chocox: #+Rhan+ So...this is absolutely not my fault, but we lost power here. Cptn Swain: $Rex>::Makes his way to the transporter room, and heads down to the embassy:: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ The timing could've been better, however it happened. What DID happen? Irene Mincine: :: Irene uses her expert biology knowledge to try to narrow down any life signs at the embassy. :: "We'll find him." Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::He and his security team beamed down to the surface, things were hectic as responders and police mingled with people.:: William Chocox: #+Rhan+ There's some sort of device attached to the power systems here. We cut power to the section to see what happened and an EMP went off. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: whistles:: That's not standard equipment I don't think. : :Stanton :: Commander, this one needs your attention. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Things were hectic, but it appeared the embassy itself was intact, though damaged.. He sighed with relief at that at least. :: +KHal+ Rex to Excalibur. William Chocox: #+Rhan+ Ensign Reynolds is trying to get more information from the device with one of our new tricorders. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose and ventured over to K'hal's station to have a look at the readings.:: VonDrake: ::now paying more attention to the chatter, realizes there a lot going on:: Rhan K'hal: :: switches to the other ear :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> It doesn't seem to be active any longer, sir. I'm not showing any power draw. Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ Go ahead. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon faces Rhan and Stanton with narrowed eyes, unnerving when one is yellow. :: "If someone is targeting the Federation, there could be a device like that onboard our ship." Cptn Swain: $Rex> +K+ We're approaching the embassy. It appears to be still intact. The local authorities have established a security perimeter. I haven't seen the Captain yet. We're making our way over . now. William Chocox: #::looks over to Reynolds:: Thank you Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Let's not jump to any conclusions. We don't know what is over there, much less why it is over there. ::To Carillon.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Should we try to remove it? ::Looking to Will for direction.:: Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ We've got you on sensors, we're also trying to sort out what we can, we have an entire task force scrutinizing things from orbit. Hakran K'hal: :: aside to Irene:: And I thought Rhan was the pessimist. William Chocox: #::walks over:: If we think it's inactive. Don't want it going off again. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks like she's not happy about being shut down, but goes back to monitoring the helm. :: "Right." Indaura Ryssan: :: In her office, last she thought :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Maybe it's a pilot thing." :: Still trying to find the captain's life signs." :: "I hate hardcore types." Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Moving through the scrum, he motioned to the team to spread out:: Hakran K'hal: :: while the majority of the sensor data coming from the planet is bio in the effort to locate survivors, there is enough for some chemical analyses, so he has the computer work on trying to identify any possible explosive signatures :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ What are you seeing over there, Lieutenant? William Chocox: #::takes a deep breath:: +Stanton+ We have a device of unknown origin and purpose attached to the power system of this ship. We cut power to the section in order to see if that would turn it off and allow us more options for analysis and removal. Unfortunately that caused an EMP to go off. We were going to attempt to remove the device as we do not detect any more power to it. Rhan K'hal: ::keeping an ear on as many things as he can while Obee handles the rest:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ If you can do it safely, get it back over here for analysis. I want you off that ship soon. There's been an incident on the planet and we've recalled all crew. Start transporting everyone you don't need for the device removal. Irene Mincine: :: Irene relays all the life signs she finds to the rescue net. :: "I'm picking up plenty of people down there. No captain, yet..." Hakran K'hal: ::nods:: William Chocox: #+Stanton+ Understood sir. Alright, everyone but Reynolds, back to the Excalibur they're recalling the crew. Reynolds, you and me are going to remove this thing. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Approaches the main entrance to the complex . where a Starfleet security officer was looking tired. He was covered in soot and smoke. Rex showed his clearance.:: I am looking for Captain Asher Swain. Rhan K'hal: ::contacts the TRs re: the engineers:: William Chocox: #::steps up to the device in question:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Yes, sir. ::Reaches for his tool case, ready to assist.:: Rhan K'hal: ::verifying:: Rhan K'hal: All crew engineers are back aboard aside from Chocox and Reynolds, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Sighs as he travels back to the Captain's seat. While he'd taken the command route to eventually command his own ship, he didn't want it happen like this. Swain seemed like a decent person despite his choice in hairstyles.:: William Chocox: #::starts looking to see where the connection points are:: Let's be careful, don't want to get shocked. Irene Mincine: Carillon frowned at the back and forth between the bridge and various teams. :: "I don't know if I can get used to being up here instead of out there..." Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting down in her office :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded to Rhan.:: Keep an eye on them. Bring them back if there's any more trouble on the surface. Device or no, I want everyone back. Rhan K'hal: Will do. VonDrake: ::watches as the engineering teams start filtering back in to main engineering:: Cptn Swain: $Security> We're still checking in, but try the main entrance. Cptn Swain: $Rex> What happened> Cptn Swain: $Security> There was an explosion, it all happened so quickly. Cptn Swain: $ Commander Rex. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::glances over:: Hakran K'hal: (( who invited Michael Bay to the embassy anyway? )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene made sure the transporter rooms were able to keep a solid lock on everyone down there. :: "Linking sensor grid with transporter system. You should be able to pull them out from just about anywhere." Hakran K'hal: The sensor resolution is pretty impressive. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::sighs:: Captain. We tried raising you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I really like this ship's sensors, yeah." Cptn Swain: $ Communications are limited to emergency transmissions only. I was about to send a messenger the old fashioned way. Cptn Swain: $Rex> +Excalibur+ Rex to bridge... Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ Go ahead, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::disengages one of the couplings that kept the device in place.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> So far so good, sir. Cptn Swain: $Rex> +K+ I am here with Captain Swain. William Chocox: #::disengages another one of the couplings:: Same here. Indaura Ryssan: :: Leaves her office and enters sickbay :: Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE . WARNING Rhan K'hal: ::lets out a breath:: +Rex+ Glad to hear it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Breathes a sigh of relief.:: William Chocox: ((There's like, 5 minutes left in the game. :P )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene's relief was palpable. Carillon's expression didn't change, as usual. :: Hakran K'hal: :: tail does a loop-de-loop while he continues concentrating on the sensor data :: William Chocox: # Let's keep going then. ::continues taking it out:: Cptn Swain: $ +Excalibur+ We'll head up soon. I want to get a status report from the embassy first. Hakran K'hal: I'm transferring my current data to you, Ensign. I want to take a look at what data we have on what happened with [Will's Elasian Ship]. Rhan K'hal: +Swain+ Understood, Captain. We have a lock on you now. Indaura Ryssan: :: Pokes her head in :: Hello? Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Severs another connection and relaxes when nothing happens.:: Irene Mincine: "Explosives, organics, same thing, really..." :: Watching the data come in to her panel. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  16. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief = /\ = = /\ =28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis engineering and science work to harden our defenses against the virus. USS Missouri engineers are inspecting the Alien Alliance ship that attacked Aegis space. So far, Missouri has broken their code. Other elements of the alien ship have not been determined. Missouri medical personnel are examining the aliens that manned the ship. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Chirakis: :::slate in hand and reading, the doors to the command lift open and she steps out:: Scott Coleridge: ::eating dinner in his quarters, thinking about everything that has been happening:: Chirakis: :::without looking up:: As you were. ::then looks up to Officer of the Watch, Lt Grayson. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The day went by quickly for Nijil, as if he pressed the same buttons day after day. He had a mild headache. Like many other times at the end of his shift :: Annisha: :: Working on her homework :: Chirakis: Anything that I need to know, Lieutenant? Chirakis: Grayson> No, ma'am. All quiet and secure. Chirakis: Good. ::nods, then spots Cayne::: Commander? Still on duty? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Just catching up on some scans. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He decided to make his way to sickbay for something else he could try. He swore it was late in the evening, or his body said so, but it was not so :: Chirakis: ::continues to read through the information on her slate:: Let me know if there is anything important. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his dinner and leaves his quarters to make some rounds:: Chirakis: ::starts to enter her office, stops, then turns and secures her slate on her hip::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: After some moments, he entered sickbay. He spoke to the attendant describing the symptoms to them. :: Chirakis: ::she stands there thinking, then approaches Cayne:: Commander.... ::still thinking::: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::Nijil:: Interesting. Chirakis: When you were on Drakel'a... did you notice anything unusual besides the inhabitants? Nijil tr'Korjata: ... felt like my whole day went by, and this headache again. Nothing severe, but it was like before Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It seemed like a normal approach, but we know it had not been a normal planet. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We could have missed something or something the sensors did not detect. Chirakis: ::mulls that over::: Johnson Kenyon: ::guess I'm in my quarters reading a book:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::nods:: Let me do something for the headache. Chirakis: Anything similar to An-Ward? Especially the ship? mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::grabs a hypo and applies it to Nijil's neck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels a tingling :: Like drinking a fresh hot tea... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes his eyes :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nacelles were integrated into the ship structure, bit several species do that. Chirakis: Where in the ship structure? ::arms crossed, listening:: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives at the commerce level:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu>Better Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: moves his hands about a half-meter apart :: I'd guess around 4/5ths the way out from the center Chirakis: And you say that several species do that? Nijil tr'Korjata: Kryndi.... Kryndi, Kryndi... :: stops for a moment :: That name. mimipavilion: Cthulhu> Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, the Defiant class does that too. Most place them apart from the main hull structure, but with the 'wing' design, the integrated the warp coil system into the hull. Scott Coleridge: ::finds the merchant who asked to speak with him, begins discussing something about an issue with a work crew:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Does the name Kryndi mean anything? mimipavilion: Cthulhu> ::thinks:: No. Tarisa: ::In her office, looking over something.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmph. Maybe a search later... :: holds up a hand :: Computer, remind me to perform a search on the name or term "Kryndi" Chirakis: I see. So it is not unusual to have a ship of that configuration. ::thinking aloud::: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Carry on. Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps some Klingon meditation techniques are in my future. mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Each race designs their ships from a unique vantage point, but most separate the nacelles due to ease of shielding. Johnson Kenyon: ::gets off bed and puts down book:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Cthulhu :: Are au new here? Perhaps I don't visit sickbay enough recently to notice. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes talking to the merchant, moves on to the next item on his list:: Chirakis: ::she turns to surreptitiously watch Lt Grayson work with the crew as OIC and notes that he works well with the others::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He realized he'd be thinking of starships the rest of the night. Sighed :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I meant to speak to the doctor about her loss, but I was not sure a Rihan was the species she'd want to see. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still feels the tingling in his head :: Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head as he notices some of the children running through the commerce level, so carefree, so unlike so many of them right now:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu> I've been here for quite a while. I think she's just needing space. Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing in the park.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::changes to civilian clothes and heads to a restaurant, book in hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We have a lot of space.... :: gestures :: out there. Chirakis: ::enters her office, leaving the door open, and relaxes at her desk:: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves the commerce level and heads towards one of the training centres:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down to eat by himself:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to the doctor on duty :: Thanks for the injection. Chirakis: ::things are strangely quiet::: mimipavilion: Cthulhu> No problem. Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to enjoy his book, but lost in thought:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Feiloai mulimuli ane :: he said, but the UT did not translate :: Chirakis: ::Pages through the latest information from SFCommand...most of which is nonsense::: Scott Coleridge: ::meets with a crew member to do a performance evaluation:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: he made his way to the eating establishments :: Chirakis: 10:45 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later he saw Mr. Kenyon with a book :: Kenyon? Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts wandering through the commerce level.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up:: Commander, join me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks from an empty cup :: Grr Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Sure. I made a run to sickbay for this headache...mild, but there. Johnson Kenyon: Haven't you been having difficulty sleeping? Something about night mares? Cptn d'Ka: @{{ Kh’éile.}} Chirakis: ::she looks up:: {{Yes?}} mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::shakes his head, makes a note in his file and sends a message to Scott and Chirakis about Nijil mentioning 'Kryndi' and 'Feiloai mulimuli ane':: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a drink :: I'd not call it a nightmare, just very vivid and I'm in a new place. Cptn d'Ka: @ +com+ ::relaxing in his chair on Missouri:: We have made progress. Not much, but some, regarding the alien ship. Nijil tr'Korjata: There's a woman who always talks to me there, but I don't understand her. It's not my mate either. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Chirakis: +D’ka+ And...? Johnson Kenyon: wow... that's strange. You think it's some telepathic communication? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not exactly I dream I wish to share. Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't know. I should research it, if I could just remember it more. Nijil tr'Korjata: If Alexis is playing a trick on me... I would have to watch her more closely than Annisha. Cptn d'Ka: @ +com+ It's interesting. If you are not occupied, come aboard. Johnson Kenyon: I understand. I needed some downtime too. Chirakis: :::nods::: +com+ Of course. Cptn d'Ka: @ In my office. Johnson Kenyon: I just made the biggest fool of myself Nijil tr'Korjata: How so? Chirakis: Certainly. ::she stands and exits her office, securing the door::: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::informs his OIC that she will be coming::: Johnson Kenyon: Get this... I was running a simulation in the Science lab when Tarisa walks in. Chirakis: ::passes Grayson:: Lieutenant, I will be on Missouri if anyone needs me. Chirakis: Lt Grayson> Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: The attractive science officer? I'm married, not dead. :: smirks :: Johnson Kenyon: As I'm trying to tell her what I'm doing, I go all weird and tell her I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world or something... Johnson Kenyon: I'm so embarrassed Chirakis: ::enters the command transporter and orders it to Missouri::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I would rather regret something I did than something I did not. Johnson Kenyon: I agree. Besides I have a dinner date with her next week now.. Nijil tr'Korjata: I nearly did not run into Jylliene... it was a matter of only her table to sit at. Johnson Kenyon: you met your bondmate because you had to sit with her? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right... a full mess. Nijil tr'Korjata: A dinner date? That's great Chirakis: (two minutes) Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles:: We Johnson Kenyon: shall see Johnson Kenyon: it could be worse. She could have turned tail and run. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au have a steep hill in front of au. That's the nerves and embarrassment... once that is behind au, it gets easy. Tarisa: ::Sneezes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Turned tail... She has one. Johnson Kenyon: Yes, I seem to be enjoying the cat puns. Nijil tr'Korjata: I like to think my non-Rihan-ness helps… Nijil tr'Korjata: I have several cat-related puns.. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks down and smiles widely:: I got it bad. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Nijil tr'Korjata: thanks Tarisa: lol mimipavilion: ::freeze frame:: Chirakis: Very well. We are coming up to the end of the year. It seems to have come very quickly. Chirakis: TBS will be 13 hours. The time at sim begin will be 0700, or 7:00 AM the next day. Chirakis: May 29, 2388 Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: Can we assume I've passed my virus theory up the chain of command? Nijil tr'Korjata: As long as it was not the virus being passed up. Chirakis: I can't imagine why not. Commander Coleridge is our highest rated engineer. Is that what you mean? Nijil tr'Korjata: He is most rank Chirakis: Oh... that could be taken many ways. Johnson Kenyon: I got you. I just didn't know if you wanted me to put that in a log or something. Scott Coleridge: Hey, I bathe regularly. Johnson Kenyon: you do? Chirakis: I believe that the next day would be a good time to throw it on the top of his desk - above the rest of the paperwork he has lined up. Chirakis: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing from me Chirakis: Very well.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  17. Contemplation I and my bosom must debate a while, and then I would no other company. ~William Shakespeare ~Henry V, Act IV, Scene 1 Above the saucer section of Sky Harbor Aegis, several pinnacles reach into space to receive or deliver data for the benefit of Aegis security. Inside the station dome, on decks one through five, specialists monitored subspace communication. Specialists on decks six through ten were responsible for sensor monitoring and analysis. Above deck one was a little-known area that was used for tower maintenance. The area above Deck 1 was small, but comfortable and quiet. A viewport circled its rim. Kirel leaned against the viewport and stared into the void, a deep nothingness except for faint points of light: stars, galaxies, and nebulae. They appeared peaceful but were often tainted or destroyed by their inhabitants. Hopefully that would not be the destiny of Aegis nor TKR 117. The present situation concerning the Alien Alliance had taken its toll on Aegis command, especially on its commanding officer. As an SI-5 operative, Chirakis Kirel could deal with one puzzle at a time. As Aegis’s commanding officer she had been forced to deal with an onslaught of information that threatened to drag her into mental chaos. Too many thoughts. Too many incidents that seemed to point in one direction and suddenly pointed to another: the Alien Alliance. The disappearance of the Breen freed millions of slaves. Some were docile, desiring a quiet life in freedom. Others formed gangs, cartels, and syndicates. Now known as the Alien Alliance, they were determined to conquer the galaxy, beginning with Aegis and the Joint Allied Powers. The first major encounter with the Alien Alliance came when the Adriatic was pulled into a transwarp ribbon that threw them to the far edge of Alliance space almost instantly. When Alien Alliance ships caught them warping through their space on their return to Aegis, they gave pursuit but did not enter Joint Allied Powers space. Why not? Why did they not pursue? Two flights of A-85 Crusaders broke into her thoughts when they shot out of Missouri’s flight deck, swerved into formation, shifted into stealth mode, and disappeared. Missouri was on guard, as was the D’deridex class RSE Praetor and several birds of prey. They furnished defenses. Kirel needed answers. Pushing off from the viewport, she began to pace. Her list was expansive, much to consider. Glitches in the station's systems, a star’s EM pulses that almost devoured Argos II and Nei’rrh, the Gremlins and their ignorance, the Crow’s cartel below decks, the formidable Alien Alliance ship manned by ignorant non-humanoid beings attempting to attack Aegis, the planet Drakel’a that quickly shifted from a small way-station for organized crime to a major Alliance hub, the planet An-Ward and its delta-shaped black stealth hull, and Ragor Tal…. “Kh’éile.” D’Ka’s psionic call jerked her out of her thoughts. “What?” she growled at the interruption. “You cannot resolve these situations immediately, nor can you do it alone. Trust yourself. Trust those those around you. The solutions will come.” Bracing herself on the viewport, her anger slowly subsided. Very slowly. Eventually her expression relaxed into a slight smile. “You heard my conversation with Commander Coleridge.” “Of course. As your bondmate, it is my right. Your words to him were wise. I suggest you do the same.”
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  27. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues its assignment to assist with inspection of Elasian vessels that are to be sold to the Cardassian government. Science is conducting a survey of the planet's lush, largely untouched jungles, while Medical has just been given several patients from the USS Yalta. During the inspection, Engineering has found something, but what? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @ :: following Irene to the point of interest :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over personnel records :: Maryse Dubois: ::Examining patients in sickbay, putting the new equipment through its paces.:: Rhan K'hal: :: keeping an ear on the comms :: William Chocox: #::walks up to Ensign Reynolds:: What do we have Ensign? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene and the team stop at the rim of a depression about a hundred meters across and several meters deep - the kind of thing you don't see in a jungle very often. Not much is growing in it. :: "This is what we believe is an impact site." Irene Mincine: Val> :: Keeping one hand on the throttle, so to speak. :: Indaura Ryssan: ( I saw the word depression and I thought that was my calling ) Irene Mincine: (Wrong kind :P) Hakran K'hal: @ Let's see what we have. :: pulls out his tricorder and scans for a moment :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Scratching his head as he stared at the inner panel of one of the power distribution nodes on the Elasian ship.:: Uh... that. We found it hidden behind a false wall. ::It was a strange looking thing, about the length of one's forearm, and bristled with connections and networks of all sort.:: One of the crewmen got zapped when he tried to examine it. It seems to be protected by... something. Maryse Dubois: ::Begins treatment for burns on one patient.:: Cptn Swain: $::On the surface, still at the embassy reviewing diplomatic cables.:: Hakran K'hal: @ Definitely not your average soil, indeed. Valdor, what's your take on the depression? William Chocox: #::looks at it:: Zapped how? Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeding her critters :: William Chocox: # And is he ok? Irene Mincine: @ :: Valdar is scanning as well. She wrinkles her nose. :: Valdar> "Rare earths and lanthanides everywhere. Pretty radioactive, which accounts for the lack of vegetation. We should be okay as long as we don't stay too long." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::still on the bridge at the tactical console, monitoring the situation. He hadn't seen this many ships on a tactical readout since the Dominion War. It was unsettling to say the least.:: Hakran K'hal: @ That's pretty loaded for a space rock. Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: the current generation face pops up on a console next to Maryse :: It looks like you're treating a patient. Would you like help? Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowns over his tricorder data, goes through a few settings and scans a bit more :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Yea, he's okay. It just shocked him a little and made his hair stand on end. ::He pointed to the device.:: Take one of those tools and you'll see for yourself. So long as you're not touching conductive material, it won't hurt you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I think it has some kind of shielding. Irene Mincine: @ :: Valdar goes to a knee and collects a soil sample into a heavy container. :: Valdar> "Definitely not something you see every day." Maryse Dubois: ::Glares at the EMH.:: I know how to treat a burn patient, thanks. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "We don't have much in the way of radiation treatment supplies since, you know, jungle. I don't think we should stay around here too long." Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: looks disappointed :: All right, call me if you need me. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks her coffee maker :: Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: disappears from the screen :: William Chocox: #::rubs his chin as he thinks:: That sounds like the best explanation. You were right to alert me to this. 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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up at the alarm, one pale brow lifting.:: Not exactly, but we'll let it slide. Looks like one of the VIPs that the Captain is supposed to meet. Rhan K'hal: :: gives Val an amused glance as we complain about the space violation at the same time :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> So what do you want us to do? ::Frowning at the device.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over her new patient.:: How did you all get injured? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks at Rhan as well and laughs to herself. :: "We're on the ball." Cptn Swain: Rex> The ID tag has that as the Royal Yacht "Audacious." Rhan K'hal: Well named ship if I ever saw one. William Chocox: # I'm going to scan it and see if anything pops out like a failsafe. If there isn't anything there we'll cut power, if there is...we'll burn bridges once we get there. ::takes out his tricorder and starts to scan. Hakran K'hal: @ Makes you wonder why, even as a militant civilization, would they not have any scientific data from this area. Irene Mincine: @ Irene looks at her tricorder. :: "The planetary data net has nothing on this region at all, yeah. It's like they just don't care about it. The closest settlement is 800 miles to the west." Cptn Swain: Rex> I have to admit, though, they do design pretty ships. Even if all chrome sees a bit much from a transport. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "They're made to awe the competition. First impressions and all." Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if she should visit people at their place... :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Chocox's scans don't show anything to indicate the device is tied to the backup power systems. Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks at Irene :: I wonder how many of those dimples this region might have? :: gives his pointy beard a stroke or two :: I think we should head back to the camp. Tiran and I can haul all the samples back up to the ship and he can get off the hook for a bit back into the lab. I want to get started on those scans, and I can pass of Valdar's sample onto the planetary science people. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowns as he sees a message come across datanet:: Apparently there's a big protest on DS9 organized by the Bajorans about this deal. William Chocox: # Huh...that's interesting. It doesn't appear to be tied to the backup power systems...where is it getting its power from then? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods. :: "Good idea. The sensors will be able to find more of them if they're out here, and I want to know if there are." :: Tiran grins, knowing he's going to get back to the ship soon. :: Rhan K'hal: No surprise there. Hakran K'hal: @ I'd like to keep the rest of you down here for now. It'd be easier to move to another location if we look like we're just relocating, rather than starting a whole new expedition. Hakran K'hal: @ So find some more new plants, or analyze tree animals having sex, whatever. William Chocox: # How little of the section can we cut power too? I don't want to be too much in the dark. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'd be protesting if I were Bajoran." Hakran K'hal: @ :: starts back to the camp at a good clip, obviously expecting everyone to keep up :: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Analyze trees having sex, got it." :: Valdar laughs, they follow Hakran. Irene has no trouble keeping up. Valdar is right behind her, the other two scientists are pretty behind. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Maybe it has its own primary generator. Ah, according to the ship plans, if we cut power to this section, it'll only be about a quarter of the deck without power. Cptn Swain: @ACTION> The @ Team hears a sort of feral scream over head and the, if they look up, a large, winged lizard looking creature soaring over the tree-tops of the jungle. William Chocox: # Alright...hmph... ::ponders a bit more. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene looks up and whips out her tricorder hearing the yell. :: Irene> "Look at the size of that thing!" :: Tiran ducks and covers. Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks up :: And screech right back at you. I guess there's another good reason to avoid this area. Hakran K'hal: @ I think we'd best avoid any clearings until that thing decides we're too annoying to try to eat. Plus I really don't want to have to shoot anything. For all I know it's the Elasian royal mascot. William Chocox: # What is it connected to? Just the power system? Hakran K'hal: @ :: slows and takes considerably more care about his surroundings now :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene follows, drawing her phaser. :: "I think I'm the best shot of any of us. Just in case." :: The other scientists huddle as close as possible so they don't get grabbed by anything big and flying. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> As far as we can tell. ::Still frowning.:: William Chocox: # Alright, let's cut power and see if that changes anything, though I would recommend we stand a bit back while doing so. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Alarms all over the Excalibur bridge start going off as reports of an explosion in the Elasian capital city's West Shore district, the location of the Federation embassy, begin coming through on civilian and military channels. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I'm not going to argue with that. ::He retreated some distance away, waiting for Chocox to get clear before tapping in commands to cut power.:: William Chocox: # ::steps away with him:: Rhan K'hal: Oh, dammit. Rhan K'hal: Commander, we have a problem. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly worried look toward Ops.:: What in the devil is going on? Rhan K'hal: There are reports of an explosion in the capital near our Embassy. Rhan K'hal: It's all over practically every channel. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking at the same information coming over the tactical readouts: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon goes into hyper-awareness mode. :: "That is real bad." :: It doesn't come over the helm, but she brings it up anyway. :: Cptn Swain: ..and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Engineering cuts power to that section on the Elasian ship. All systems go dark except for the bright blue glow of the device.:: William Chocox: # Well, at least we know it has its own power system. Rhan K'hal: :: tries to cut through the confusion and get some actual data, not to mention to get through to the flagship :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The device suddenly beeps and emits an EMP pulse that takes out power to the Elasian ship and all of the Away Team's devices, including their comms. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  28. Sky Harbor Aegis Chat Log 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Science and engineering are working on virus prevention. It is possible that the Alien Alliance is testing the waters. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Still working that coffee, even after several warmups :: Johnson Kenyon: ::lost in thought:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at CnC science station:: mimipavilion: ::still in her quarters:: Chirakis: ::closes the session with Solokov and Raza, makes a few notes, and puts them aside::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Giving Miana and Alexis the Rihan eye. Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Jylliene: ::double-checking the supplies:: Chirakis: ::flips her stylus a few times, then stands to stretch and stare out the window::: Chirakis: ::a few deep breaths and she exits her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was already thinking of lunch. There were thousands of sandwiches, thousands of soups... :: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives back on CnC from a meeting:: Chirakis: ::notes the XO entering and nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::having updates all the ongoing life science experiments she lazily watched the blips and beeps of the sensor inputs:: Alexis McFarland: Mmmm?? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if there is some way to test his theory....:: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: The SIMULATION! Jylliene: ::switches to another list, adds a few entries, subtracts a few others, then returns her attention to the requisition submissions:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in front of a replicator, sighs :: Computer, one...one... split pea soup at 89 degrees. Johnson Kenyon: ::working his way back to the science lab where he was shown the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering and science seem to have the current situation well in hand. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil quickly grabbed the soup and placed it on the table. He then stuck a probe to get its temperature :: Chirakis: Excellent. ::to Scott:: They have contained the virus? Scott Coleridge: Looks like. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: then tastes the soup :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mmm. Temperatures are alright. Chirakis: ::takes a deep breath, considers that, and slowly exhales:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in the science lab... evidently alone. Picking up programming PADD and modifying the simulation:: Chirakis: :::still somewhat skeptical about the virus being contained::: Chirakis: ::too many "whys" and many more "whens" seem... menacing::: Scott Coleridge: I'm hoping our new security measures prevent future issues, but I recommend we keep security on high alert for a few more days at least. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He went to the replicator again :: Computer, one Rihan disruptor, early this century. Authorization gamma 2 3 9 0. Jylliene: ::sends the modified list off to Nijil:: Chirakis: Agreed. And security is on high alert, especially given the situation on.... ::she stops, realizing that they are in an open area and some things should not be discussed here::: Johnson Kenyon: ::programming the simulation with specific power output checks:: Jylliene: ::sends a few queries out to discover the need for some of the requests:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods, understanding:: Chirakis: ::Scott::: Commander, a moment in my office if you will. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reaches in for the disruptor :: Well, this works. Scott Coleridge: ::raises eyebrows:: All right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Primes the weapon, then turns it off :: Chirakis: :::turns to enter her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places it back on the replicator platform. :: Computer, recycle rihan weapon. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns on the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::follows:: Chirakis: :::secures and door and initiates privacy::: Please. Have a seat. :::waves in that direction as she takes her chair::: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha still:: Chirakis: To begin with, there is a reason why Missouri is in high orbit... Chirakis: ...and they will not approach Aegis for a while. Tarisa: ::Enters the science lab.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is with Alexis and Annisha.:: Chirakis: :::proceeds reading him in on the alien ship, the massive delta-winged ship that ran itself toward Aegis and how it is being handled on Missouri::: Johnson Kenyon: ::I'm in the science lab:: Scott Coleridge: This is an Alien Alliance vessel? Jylliene: ::settles back in with normal requests, and considers whether there are any additions she'd want to make to Annisha's room:: Chirakis: It was. Scott Coleridge: I have to say I'm not comfortable that some members of the alliance have access to technology so sophisticated. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> When do au think we'll get back to a planet? Jylliene: ((Never. Stuff always happens.)) Chirakis: It was the same ship we encountered at An-Ward, but manned by unknown aliens, not humanoids. Why we do not know. Commander, I don't believe it's a matter of having access, but having the knowledge to create it and use it at will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Looks around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the simulation alter:: Alexis McFarland: Which planet? I think we could if we wanted. I could ask my grampa to book us a flight on one of his ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He had ran many tests on the replication systems without issue :: Alexis McFarland: I hope it'll go down better than our last trip to a planet, though. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Oh the planet was fine. Getting home wasn't. :: frowns :: Tarisa: ::Spots Johnson, walking over to him.:; More simulations? Alexis McFarland: Yes, that's true. ::clutches Miana:: Scott Coleridge: So Starfleet sent us 30 more engineers... any other sign of reinforcements? Alexis McFarland: Though next time let's go somewhere where the bugs aren't as big. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing Tarisa:: Oh Commander! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone brought PADDs to his desk to review. He nodded as he took them and started to read :: Tarisa: Miana> Will they lets us go so soon after our incident? Alexis McFarland: I hope so. Chirakis: Yes, there is. There is reinforcement around the station. Reinforcement that we cannot see, furnished by the RSE. ::slight smile:: Friends in high places. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Hello. Johnson Kenyon: I was thinking about how the virus moves around on the station.... seemingly randomly... so I ran a simulation and traced its movements to the power couplings. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Shrugs :: Don't know. We may have to escape. Perhaps a field trip for school. Johnson Kenyon: I'm... ::shakes his head:: I'm... Alexis McFarland: Maybe, but it'd probably be to one of the nearby planets if its a field trip. ::thinks:: That'd be fine though, I never been to the planets around here other than the one your grandparents are in Jylliene: ((::ears itch, as if somewhere, a child is plotting::)) Tarisa: This is quite the peculiar virus. Johnson Kenyon: ::slaps his head before continuing:: Sorry... losing focus... Johnson Kenyon: assuming the virus is of alien origin, it would not have to follow the typical programming. Tarisa: ::Tilts head slightly at him.:: Do you need to rest? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > They could be anywhere. Their home is really a collection of containers. Guess they could live in space. Johnson Kenyon: typically StarFleet programming.... ::thinking don't distract me:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Farmers in space... Alexis McFarland: Space farmers. Oooh. But we already live in space. mimipavilion: ::going through messages:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil starts to daydream, falls asleep for a few moments :: Johnson Kenyon: typically programming... as I was saying... uses power in some minor amounts to transmit signals through the equipment. Alexis McFarland: ::lays down on the grass:: Chirakis: ::notes his silence::: Johnson Kenyon: ... the circuitry.... but what if they use the power couplings to transfer those signals and not just that minor amount of information Scott Coleridge: That's comforting, to an extent. Johnson Kenyon: ::stops and stares at Tarisa as if in a daze:: Scott Coleridge: But what about assets that don't make the shooty-shooty bang-bang? Chirakis: Explain, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: ::shakes his head and tries to refocus:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Mmm. I see. Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if she's really listening:: Scott Coleridge: More intelligence assets... more scientists... if these species have all this technology, shouldn't we be actively trying to figure them out, instead of waiting for them to show up here and show off how impressive they are? Tarisa: Miana> ::Lays down by Alexis.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up :: Johnson Kenyon: in short, if the virus were using the power relays instead of the data command relay, it could bypass our security Alexis McFarland: I have family that are farmers on Earth and on Betazed. Tarisa: We've managed to isolate the virus, but do you have an idea on how to safeguard the system from future attacks? Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around, mumbles :: We got the time wrong. Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks::: Johnson Kenyon: ::holds his hands over his eyes and shuts them hard:: Chirakis: We are figuring them out as best we can, Commander. Hopefully Missouri's personnel will be able to decipher their codes, identify the composition of the hull, analyze the method of travel, et cetera. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around at the padds, picks one up :: Johnson Kenyon: if it is using the power grid to transmit it's signals, that would also explain why the malfunctions Tarisa: ::Watching him.:: Do you need something to drink? The replicators are up again. I could get you something. Chirakis: There are many questions that need to be answered. For now, we do the best we can and rely on the expertise of many. Scott Coleridge: I suppose. Maybe I'm just wishing I could do more. Johnson Kenyon: the power levels have to be precisely attuned to send and interpret the command path Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to find a mirror :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Tarisa:: Has anyone told you how beautiful you are? Chirakis: It is... a feeling of helplessness. But do not allow it to consume you. Johnson Kenyon: ::continues along same thought as before as if that last bit was in his head:: If you want to stop the path of the signal, you put a firewall in it... here we have to stop the power transmissions which... Johnson Kenyon: ironically have multiple backup systems.... making it very difficult to prevent Scott Coleridge: I'll do my best. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds a reflective surface :: Hmm. I look overworked. :: spies the soup :: Oh. :: slurps some into his mouth :: Mmm. Wonder what this is... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up, tail kind of stops. Cheeks turn a little red.:: Chirakis: Focus on the present, Commander. What we know, what we learn. And always remember that there are others backing us up, especially because Aegis is not the only target. The Joint Allied Powers are in this as well. I have no doubt that you will do your best. Johnson Kenyon: To stop it, we need to put turn off as many backup systems as possible. Tarisa: Uh...yes...that makes sense. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes off the soup :: Alexis McFarland: (lol) Johnson Kenyon: ::eyes budge, mouthing:: Did I say that out loud? Chirakis: Trust yourself, Commander. Trust those around you. They are not perfect, but none of us is. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of Nijil's mate :: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks about which planet they might want to travel to next:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Earth? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Seems rather safe.. it has avoided many a disaster. Tarisa: Miana> Ooo...I have never been there. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Sure! I can take you to New York City, that'd be fun. Tarisa: ::Quietly nods.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Can't we visit York City first? Scott Coleridge: What's our next move, then? Tarisa: ::Trying not to blush harder than she already has.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pokes his head out his office door :: Alexis McFarland: If we go with Dacia, she can show us around London. Old York? I think that's in England too. Dacia told me that once. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa and stares... stunned:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over at Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? Chirakis: Our next move? That is in the future until we understand the present. Johnson Kenyon: I think it's your tail... when I see it, I get mesmerized. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks out to the engineering room, nods as people pass him by :: Chirakis: ::a light blinks on her console, she leans toward it and receives a message from Missouri::: And Missouri is making progress. Johnson Kenyon: I wanted to mention it to you before, but thought it inappropriate with you being so highly ranked and all.... Jylliene: Hm? Yes, fine - just a lot of mundane reports. Thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Try being undercover for months on a cold planet... Tarisa: I... ::Tail slowly moves, so she grabs it, holding it to her side.:: Jylliene: No thank you. ::chuckles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's not a profession for everyone...or many at all. Johnson Kenyon: I think you are probably the most beautiful and brilliant person I've ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the room :: Jylliene: It's certainly not for me, though I'm certainly glad there are those who can do it if needed. Scott Coleridge: What have they found? Chirakis: :::contemplates his classification::: They have deciphered their code. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Just people watched for some moments :: Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa, is there someone in your department that might be able to help design a way to capture the virus in the power supply? Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Now, Commander.... relax and get some lunch. That is not a suggestion. Tarisa: ::Is clearly flustered as she holds her tail, face getting a little more red.:: I...::Coughs slightly.:: D..drink? Water? Tea? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you ever need someone undercover, give me a call Commander. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Jylliene: I will. ::grins:: Chirakis: ::exits with him::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Someone told me Vulcan, but they don't sound fun at all. Tarisa: ::Clears head a seconds.:: I...can have Computer Sciences do it. Scott Coleridge: Are you also having lunch? Alexis McFarland: I've lived on Vulcan on several years... it's okay. Scott Coleridge: ::trying to remember if Chirakis eats or just absorbs energy through sheer willpower:: Johnson Kenyon: ::goes to the food replicator and has it make some tea:: Chirakis: :::changes her expression to relaxed:: An excellent idea. Your choice. ::as they pass::: Commander Cayne, you have the con. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > A lot of desert looking things. Johnson Kenyon: ::and water:: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Alexis McFarland: If we go to Earth, I know lots of nice places to eat in NYC. ::hugs Miana:: ::to Annisha:: That too, though they have a big lake there too. Johnson Kenyon: ::brings Tarisa some Earl Grey tea and cup of water Chirakis: :::motions toward the turbolift::: Chirakis: (two minutes) Chirakis: (sheer willpower, of course) Tarisa: ::Takes the tea.:: Thank you. ::Looks as he is handing the water as well.:: Did you not want something? Alexis McFarland: Summer is coming up, we'll be out of school for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks about holding this together for an hour... no disasters.. :: Scott Coleridge: ::heads to the turbolift:: Chirakis: :::steps in::: Commerce Level. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa in the eyes:: I think I have had plenty... I didn't know the type of tea you wanted so I got both tea and water Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the replication system, looks like his corrections worked :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as always. TBS will be until 5:00 PM - 1700. Johnson Kenyon: ::paused:: Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: curiosity only Nijil tr'Korjata: Was fun Chirakis: Next week is Thanksgiving in the US. We will have an unofficial sim. Dacia Sandero: Yes very fun. Chirakis: Therefore, if you have family obligations, you will not be docked any pay. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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