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  3. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1023, STARDATE 51903.18 = /\ = Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase 392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained for which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet. Manticore has been removed from the investigation but the fate of the Federation could be at stake. Now they must decide if they'll follow official orders or risk continuting without the support of Special Ops Command. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1023, STARDATE 51903.18 = /\ = 190318.log
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  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1023, STARDATE 51903.18 = /\ = Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase 392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained for which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet. Manticore has been removed from the investigation but the fate of the Federation could be at stake. Now they must decide if they'll follow official orders or risk continuting without the support of Special Ops Command. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1023, STARDATE 51903.18 = /\ =
  6. On Arcadia, the ship continues to be stuck in an unknown energy field. They manage to compensate for some of the damage it is doing. Attempting to back out of the field fails. The ship crew sees edges of things that look like ship parts. chatlog2019-3-10.txt
  7. Lieutenant Snow chased down Admiral Elaine Jaffe after she briskly walked from the transporter pad, breezed past Snow and down the hall toward a turbo lift. She rounded a corner and Snow lost sight of her. He picked up the pace to catch up then tapped his com badge. Becoming short of breath he said, “Captain, Admiral Jaffe has just arrived, should I escort her to the briefing room?” McFly sat with the rest of his senior staff in the briefing room behind the bridge. He had been anticipating this meeting for two days, from the time he initially contacted his superior about the new revelations the crew uncovered. Just as Snow was requesting order confirmation from the Captain, Jaffe walked into the briefing room and immediately took station at the briefing table on the far opposite side of McFly. He rolled his eyes over toward Kansas to his right side, his head eventually meeting the same destination. She replied with squinted eyes of annoyance and mouthed the word “dumbass”. “Don’t bother.” McFly replied with a sigh to Snow then closed his com. Jaffe quickly set up her position with a couple of padds which also commandeered the screen on the wall. She turned to address the officers and just as she opened her mouth to speak Doctor Vilanne Chalice walked into the room carrying a tray with a coffee pot and three coffee cups. Her eyes carried obvious bags, her hair slightly frazzled and the sheer will she used to prevent her skull from cracking like an egg was evident upon her face. Like a waiter she dispensed a coffee cup each to McFly and Kansas then poured them both coffee from the pot. She then set herself up and promptly took her own seat at the table. McFly quietly thanked Vilanne then took a sip. As he did his eyes darted up to see Jaffe glaring at him from the other side of the table. He gulped down the succulent nectar freshly squeezed from the one true Almighty mother’s teat then asked the Admiral, “I’m sorry did you want some?” Quick thinking forced Jaffe to realize she neither had the time nor the convenience to kill McFly at the moment. And so she continued with her reason for arriving. “This crew is a few of only a handful of people who will know about a dark secret the top personnel at Starfleet are trying to keep quiet. There has been a data breach within Starfleet computers on Earth. We still don’t have the full scope of the breach but we do know about one of the most troubling pieces of information that was taken.” The screen on the wall switched to a single column list of numbers. The numbers scrolled by slow enough to be identified but fast enough no individual set could be memorized. “This is the master list of starship prefix codes to the entire fleet. A list that is useless without this…” The numbers moved to the left side of the screen, still scrolling. On the right, a list of names appeared, each starting with USS. Jaffe continued, “…a corresponding list of the ships matched to each code. Without this, the best anyone could do is guess which code belongs to any ship. Section 31 became aware of the breach and was able to catch the perpetrator in the middle of their upload. Only a third of the named list was sent. And I’m sure you would recognize one of the names.” Both lists stopped scrolling and one name and code highlighted, USS Sumadi. “So this was an inside job.”McFly said, stating the obvious. “Yes.” Jaffe replied. “The person has been caught and interrogated. Unfortunately we know very little of the whys of all this. He’s part of a larger organization that feels Starfleet has become too big and should be forced to scale down. He didn’t know what they planned to do with the ships other than steal them and it also seems he was barely a new recruit. His mission was to feed information through an encrypted channel and he only received one mission at a time which was always delivered to him through different means.” “So the question is,” McFly said as he thought through the situation, “was the Sumadi meant to destroy the station or were they trying to steal the ship?” “Our analysts believe the situation to be an accident. They feel whomever was trying to steal the ship destroyed the station when the ship became irretrievable in hopes of destroying evidence.” “But the Bauer and Ethan Carter were still there.” “Loose ends they seemed to have attempted to tie up when they gained control of your ship.” “Speaking of which,” Erich Jaenke said looking back to McFly then back to Jaffe, “how exactly were they able to control our ship using just the prefix code? Traditionally I’m only aware of it used to lower shields or disable weapons.” “And that’s the limits we allow people to be aware of.” Jaffe replied. “The prefix code system is a very powerful tool. Most of the fleet believes it to be a myth. We make Captain’s aware of it when taking command of a ship, but they’re explicitly instructed only to use it in the most extreme of circumstances and we make them believe it’s only capable of disabling the most basic of ship functions. In reality, the code gives basic computer control to a remote user. If you know what you’re doing and you dig deep enough, you can gain complete computer control.” “And even change the command codes.” McFly added. Jaffe nodded. “Why even have such a powerful feature if it can be used against us like this?” asked Keb. “It’s proved useful for us in a handful of extreme circumstances over the years. I’m sure your history books can remind you of a few famous incidents. In the event a Starfleet vessel has been compromised, Captains have an easy way to fight back without committing too much damage to the offending ship. But really, the prefix system was designed for us, for black ops. Our being able to remotely access a ships computer has been invaluable to us.” “But only in extreme circumstances, right?” Keb asked slyly. “Of course, Commander.” Jaffe replied. McFly leaned back in his chair and put his cup down after having taken another sip. “Alright so where do we go from here?” “Officially,” Jaffe replied, “you’re mission is over. You’ve gained crucial information to help move this investigation along. But now Section 31 will be taking over.” Silence fell over the room as if they were just told they’d be decommissioned. “But I’ve known this ship for too long.” Jaffe said breaking the tension. “They’ve now made this personal for you and no order is going to prevent you from continuing your own investigation. Nor do I believe it should.” McFly smiled as he took another sip of coffee. Jaffe continued, “Officially I have to assign you something else. But personally… You have a lead, the cloaked ship that escaped after you regained computer control. Find it, see where it leads you and unravel this before another Sumadi incident happens. Intel foresees major issues for the Federation from other players. We don’t need shadow terrorists weakening our fleet right now. But, if you do this, keep in mind this will be a completely unsanctioned mission. Should anything happen to you, you will be considered rogue and be disavowed. Extradition and the like will not be afforded you. You’ll be completely on your own.” “So not unlike most of our top secret missions.” Mcfly said raising his coffee cup. Annoyed McFly finally got to her Jaffe lowered her head trying to push back a smile. She looked up stern faced again. “One last thing,” Jaffe held up an otherwise ordinarily looking isolinear chip. “Your new prefix code. This one-time use chip will reprogram it in your system.” She placed it conspicuously on the table. “You know where to stick it Captain.” Jaffe gathered her padds and the screen on the wall changed back to normal. “God speed Manticore.” she said and then exited the room. McFly looked over to Kansas and smirked, “I think she’s starting to like me.”
  8. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/15/19 - 10:07 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is zero. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Commander Cayne is Officer in Charge in C&C. Commander Coleridge is investigating the Nei'rrh/Argos II incident. The children are in the medical complex. Life on Aegis seems to have returned to normal. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the medical facility complex place :: mimipavilion: ::in medical tending to the remaining patients:: Alexis McFarland: ::in Sickbay, with Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::ordering some food:: Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, sipping a chai latte prior to asking his first question of Tarisa:: Jylliene: ::in med as well, checking on Annisha and Nijil:: Annisha: What's wrong father, too much change? Chirakis: :::C&C, at the viewing window, watching those on the commerce deck::: Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS, C&C::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the holograms before him :: I know au took your time with your turn, but I did not expect this change. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Holding up C&C :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Decompressing in the park :: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::at a library terminal on the C&C:: Chirakis: :::turns to complete her standard pace::: Jylliene: ::watching them both:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How are the Bajorans the dominant power? Tarisa: Miana> ::Still watching Alexis play her game.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around Drakums to see who is around:: Chirakis: ::notes the science officers, hoping that Cdr Tarisa is well::: Tarisa: Miana>::Hanging over the back of the hoverchair.:: Alexis McFarland: I'm still trying to get used to it.. Annisha: They have a fire father. Tarisa: ::Is in Scott's office.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinkblink, then ignores::: Annisha: They have control.. I mean agreements with twenty other worlds. Scott Coleridge: Commander, can you describe for me what Commander tr'Korjata's demeanour was like at the beginning of the mission? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Jylliene :: I'm going to lose to a pre-teen. Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the food is delivered:: Waiter> Will there be anything else? Jylliene: ::unsure when Annisha started to sound ten or twenty years older:: So it seems. Fletcher Jackson: :::focusing on corridors while the poor guy at Aux OPS is taking care of the other stuff:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to waiter:: No, but a friend may be joining me. Chirakis: ::casual pace towards Dran:: Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: He seemed like he normally is when there is a mission. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on a scone.:: Annisha: Look at all those Bajoran... :: points with her fingers :: Scott Coleridge: He didn't seem overly distracted or upset, given that his daughter was among the missing? Alexis McFarland: I have to try to get to end of this asteroid belt. ::bites into her scone as well, and sips her tea:: mimipavilion: ::finishes treating the last Argos II crewmember:: Chirakis: ::approaches Dran, not wanting to interrupt her reading but curious about any progress regarding the mission::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: goes to Jylliene :: I think her mental state is fine. Annisha: :: Closes the game :: Johnson Kenyon: ::starts enjoying his food, looking up every now and then to see if someone joins him:: Annisha: Your turn, old man! Tae'Lynn Dran: ::paging through the highlights of several dozen research papers:: No, no, maybe, no, certainly not, no..... ::making notes::: Jylliene: ::smirks:: Seems so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Heads out of the park to get a sandwich :: Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: No. I too had personal stakes in the mission. But we knew there was a job to do, and we were the best chance at that time. Fletcher Jackson: ::using the headset:: +com+ RSE Voldar, you are cleared for orbit. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to other patients in the sickbay, more at ease now that Alexis is doing fine:: Chirakis: ::looks toward Jackson, then up at the corridor screen::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hold Jy's hands :: How are au? Chirakis: :::noting Dran is busy, she moves toward Jackson:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks at the screen, then points to an area.:: Go there? Jylliene: Better, now that you're both back. Scott Coleridge: I see. ::makes notes on a PADD:: What was your initial reaction when tr'Korjata proposed going to warp and Lt. Kenyon objected? Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, that might be useful. ::more notes:: Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: Mmm. Yes, let's go there. ::taps the area and jumps to impulse:: Alexis McFarland: impulse mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and inputs the updates on the personal she took care of:: Fletcher Jackson: +com+ RSE Voldar, understood. Chirakis: ::approaches:: Mr. Jackson? Nijil tr'Korjata: It was an...adventure. In the end though the Argos II escaped despite our efforts. They saved us. Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes eating, disappointed:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slight turn::: Yes, ma'am? ::still at work::: Annisha: :: Goes to watch her padd :: Chirakis: RSE Voldar is in orbit as a courtesy, or otherwise? Jylliene: Mm. Alexis McFarland: ::meanders past the asteroids towards the area, a small planet or moon:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Enters the commerce area :: Tae'Lynn Dran: That should do it ::logs out of the terminal. Moves over to science station:: Fletcher Jackson: ::tap...tap:: Routine visit, ma'am. Chirakis: And they said nothing else? Jylliene: ::ponders:: Tarisa: While initially there was a cause for concern with going to warp, the risk was justifiable. Had we remained at full impulse, we would not have escaped the incoming wave. Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Stand by. ::turns to Chirakis:: They called it a "pass through", ma'am. Tarisa: ::Sips at her tea.:: Fletcher Jackson: Code is... 263. Johnson Kenyon: ::touching his finger to the padd to indicate payment:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: Carry on. Nijil tr'Korjata: What a messed up region of space. We'll have to reroute around it from now on. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sits down. Begins entering experiment parameters into her log:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. +com+ Freighter Komkast, you are cleared for docking... ::etc::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks around :: Stations report please. Fletcher Jackson: :::Cayne::: Situation normal, sir. Lots of traffic today. Scott Coleridge: Speaking as a senior officer and department head, how would you appraise Lieutenant Kenyon's performance on the mission, and particularly his conduct following the warp jump? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glances over the status board:: Science systems nominal. Tarisa: Miana> ::Doesn't know much about the game, but she is getting a fleeting idea.:: You should go there next. ::Points, tail swishing.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and leaves:: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Hm, yes. You are quickly picking up on it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yeah...lots of dots. Jylliene: Think there will ever be a trip off-station for Annisha that isn't accompanied by some largeish mishap? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Walking around the shops :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Cayne:: Yes, sir. Alexis McFarland: ::picks up her cargo and heads to the next destination:: Gotta watch out for space pirates.. Annisha: :: laughs :: He got hit in the head with a coconut! Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps there is a cosmic force at work... Johnson Kenyon: ::reporting to Main engineering, looks around in case Nijil is back:: mimipavilion: ::exits her office and finds Dacia:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: I will be in my office. Jylliene: Prefer not to think of that. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Hey I'm going to C&C for a bit. Dacia Sandero: ::looks up:: Okay. Tarisa: The Lieutenant has every to feel as he does, especially when his life is on the line. ::Thinks back.:: But I have worked with Commander Korjata before on board the Nei'rrh. I was used to how things were ran. Perhaps Mr. Kenyon would have felt different if he had done the same? I do not know. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the lab schedule. Reserves a proper block of time for her experiments:: mimipavilion: ::smiles and exits medical via the tl:: Tarisa: Miana> Bad pirates. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Comm beeps :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks :: Engineering? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the C&C a short time later:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting at a console, tapping on computer to learn the location of Nijil, seeing he is with his child, decides to review the repair log:: Chirakis: ::enters her office to begin paging through information on the Nei'rrh/Argos investigation::: Alexis McFarland: Yes, they are bad.. Chirakis: 10:30 PM mimipavilion: ::looks around and heads over to Cayne:: Hey. Scott Coleridge: Thank you. That will be sufficient. Do you have any other observations or remarks you'd like to enter into the record? Chirakis: ::she stops at a certain point and is not impressed:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Someone creeps from a far station :: Lt. Little> Sorry sir. Engineering status is green. Nothing into the yellow at this time. Chirakis: ::leaving the tablet open, she relaxes into her chair to think::: mimipavilion: ::kinda stares down Cayne:: Jylliene: ::considers a question:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes doctor? mimipavilion: Is the captain in? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at list, decides to pop in and review the work in person:: Jylliene: What were you able to accomplish with the Nei'rrh there? Tarisa: ::Shakes head, setting her empty cup on the coaster.:: Thank you for the tea. ::Stands.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: She should be in her office last I looked. She's mulling over something. Chirakis: ::pulls up his full record::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll take my chances thanks. Scott Coleridge: You're welcome. And one last thing: well done on the mission. I know that it wouldn't have been easy, even if people that close to you weren't involved. I'm glad all of you came back safe. Scott Coleridge: Dismissed. mimipavilion: ::goes over to Chirakis' office and chimes:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her scone.:: I wonder how the lady makes these. Chirakis: ::scrolling through the information:: Enter. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. ::Exits office.:: mimipavilion: ::enters:: Ma'am. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::leans back in the chair and mentally goes over the experiment in her head:: Alexis McFarland: I don't know, I'm curious as well. But, I'm not too good at cooking. Chirakis: ::looking up:: Yes, Dr. Pavilion? Annisha: Au don't cook Bubby's. Fletcher Jackson: ::work... work...work::: Scott Coleridge: ::lets out a long sigh:: I hate this part of the job. ::makes a few more notes into his PADD:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Something on your mind my e'lev? Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to the TL:: Deck 7 mimipavilion: I thought I would tell you that the remaining crew members of Argos II are doing fine and should be released within the next day or two. The same can be said for the three little girls. Scott Coleridge: ::disposes of the empty cups in the replicator, pauses to take a look at his reflection in the console:: Might as well rip off the band-aid. Tarisa: Miana> I do not know what the lady looks like. Have you seen her? Jylliene: Just wondering if you're going to answer my question ::slight grin:: How did things go on the Nei'rrh? What did you do out there? Chirakis: Excellent news, Doctor. Thank you. Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting TL, seeking out the repair team:: Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Coleridge to Commander tr'Korjata. Alexis McFarland: I've not seen her before, no. Dacia says she's nice though. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, oh. Sorry.. I've not calmed... +Coleridge+ Korjata here. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Please report to my office. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Thought it'd be better to tell you in person than a report, which I will of course will be written for my files and the like. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jy :: +Coleridge+ On my way. Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::she nods::: In person is always appreciated. Johnson Kenyon: ::locating the repair team as they finishing their work... speaking with them; asking about their assignment:: mimipavilion: ::smiles:: You look a bit troubled. Also, Cayne informed me before I came in. Tarisa: ::Enters C&C, returning to the SCI console. Sees Dran working.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy :: in short. Went looking for the Argos, wave hit is, safeties went on, lost power... rigged the shields to protect us, got to the warren... ::Starts walking to the lift :: Big wave coming.. Jylliene: ::follows:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Everything okay? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: C&C Chirakis: ::sighs and nods again:: A few things we are encountering are... unprecedented, Doctor. Please, have a seat. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I've been in worse spots.. under enemy fire. Tough ship though.. a little.. crinkley. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits on to the C&C :: Jylliene: ::nods:: Good luck in there. Chirakis: ::she puts the tablet and padd aside::: What makes you think that I am troubled, Doctor? Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the team, heading to another one:: Chirakis: Only my expression? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Debriefing. ::Looks at what she has.:: New project? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, thanks. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: chimes on the Coleridge door :: Scott Coleridge: Enter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: Jylliene: ::returns to check on Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Commander Coleridge... good.. what is it, afternoon? Tae'Lynn Dran: Preparing an experiment. I want to see how life forms could survive in that nebula with the amount of radiation and flares present. Jylliene: ::back down to the medical bay:: Annisha: :: Watches the video on her padd :: Scott Coleridge: I believe so, although time seems to stand still in this office. mimipavilion: Expressions can say a lot, especially when your crew and the civilians you are watching are in danger? Annisha: What are these creatures doing in the ocean? Alexis McFarland: ::dodging some pirates and tries to fire back, but her ship is just the basic starter ship:: Scott Coleridge: Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Tarisa: I am curious as well. Have you had a chance to ask Dr. Brubaker about it? Chirakis: And what makes you think that we have a crew in danger? ::curious::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I could scan for chronitons or tachyons. Nijil tr'Korjata: Any 'yons Jylliene: ::re-enters medical and finds the children:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Something I can help au with? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Feels a bit depressed, continues to walk around the shops :: Scott Coleridge: I'm afraid it's something serious, yes. Sit down. Tarisa: Miana> ::Watching.:: Oh! Go here! ::Pointing to a nebula like thing.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: No. I'm just going off the data from sensor logs. I have a theory but need to test it. mimipavilion: Our location for starters, plus there's the Alliance amongst other things. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: Jylliene: ::finds the children and watches as they play:: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, good thinking. You're a good navigator, Miana ::smiles and heads to the nebula:: Chirakis: To which alliance do you refer, Doctor? Tae'Lynn Dran: I didn't catch what the Dr's specialty was. Annisha: :: Watches the other two :: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking out the next team in the middle of installing a new food replicator:: Chirakis: :::picking her brain to see what rumors are going around the station::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Waves to some people passing by, where did she know them from? :: Scott Coleridge: Commander, I am conducting a formal investigation into the events of the recent mission. Specifically, I am looking into what happened on the Nei'rrh, and whether your command decisions unduly endangered your crew and others involved. You have not been charged with anything. However, you have the right to representation before you say anything on the record. Would you care to exercise that right at this time? Nijil tr'Korjata: Unduly dangered? Tarisa: Geology. I need to speak with him soon. ::Thinks a moment, then smiles.:: It is strange. I was to be his student at one point at the Academy. But he vanished before I joined. There is a bust of him in the Science wing. You may have seen it. mimipavilion: The Alliance in the nearby sector, but I doubt that is high point right now. Given what happened with Argos II that's more the issue at present. Scott Coleridge: Correct. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles and purrs.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been down this line before. I can't say anything else now and would request representation. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles, and hides the ship in the nebula:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I will need copies of the charges sent to me and my representative Chirakis: ::slight smile:: That alliance has not endangered us so far, Doctor. There is no reason to worry. mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. Chirakis: But the situation with Nei'rrh and Argos II was stressful. mimipavilion: Agreed. Chirakis: Many of us are dealing with that, and that is probably what makes me look troubled. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits:: Tae'Lynn Dran: He's THAT Dr? There were always so many stories about what happened to him. Chirakis: Apparently I am losing my SI-5 touch. mimipavilion: I don't doubt that. Scott Coleridge: There are no formal charges. The purpose of the investigation is to determine if there is anything that merits further action. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: And now we at least know part of the answer. Chirakis: ::slightly broader grin:: Johnson Kenyon: ::having checked on the food replicator, starts heading to Deck 15:: mimipavilion: Losing your touch no Nijil tr'Korjata: The representation still stands commander. I have heard what happens when one is requested too late. Scott Coleridge: Of course. Do you have a specific officer whom you would like to represent you, or would you like one to be appointed for you? Chirakis: Then... am I cleared for duty? ::more relaxed::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't personally know any legal counsel. Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, perhaps Commander Cayne has the experience. Scott Coleridge: ::brings up Commander Cayne's service record:: Scott Coleridge: ::passes it over to Nijil:: Is that satisfactory? Nijil tr'Korjata: I believe so. Tae'Lynn Dran: Classmate insisted they saw a classified report he'd gone native during an expedition and married into a native tribe. Little less romantic of a conclusion. Oh well. mimipavilion: Of course, you are. Sometimes it's better to talk things out. Even if the counselor is the CMO, even if it's beyond our head counselor pay grade. Tarisa: ::Smirks.:: I think I heard the same rumor. Chirakis: ::leans back::: And I do appreciate that. Scott Coleridge: Very well. I'll send you and Cayne both a formal notice of the investigatory proceedings and their scope and allow you to converse with him before I resume my questioning. Shall we reconvene here in... four hours? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. I need time to pull up the Nei'rrh logs, unless those have been sealed. Chirakis: 10:58 PM mimipavilion: Anything else I should know at the moment? Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. ::standing and rounding her desk::: Not at the moment. But I do have a few situations to take care of. Scott Coleridge: No, nothing has been sealed. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at deck 15, reviewing the enlisted quarters:: Chirakis: ::guiding her toward the door::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I'll be starting my experiment in the morning. I'll keep you updated. Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward:: Nijil, although I appreciate the gravity with which you're treating this, I'm not acting as a prosecutor here. I'm not here to make a case for or against your actions. And the investigation may indeed shift in focus depending on my findings. mimipavilion: ::nods and stands:: of course. ::following Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: One moment +Flight Deck+ Korjata here, place a security lockdown on the Nei'rrh. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Please. I am curious about the results. Nijil tr'Korjata: I understand Commander. Chirakis: ::the door opens:: I will be up to see the children soon. mimipavilion: ::nods:: of course. They'll be happy to see you especially Annisha. Scott Coleridge: All I'm going to be doing is asking questions. This will not be a hearing. There are no witnesses to be called. You don't need to provide a defence. You just need to tell your side of the story. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/15/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: TBS will be 17 hours. [sim will begin @ 7:00 am] Words for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: The Ides of March seem to have been on the good side this year. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. Joint log by Irene Mincine and Cptn Swain “Yo, Val, CAG wants to see you,” said a pilot as he walked by an open but darkened bunk room. A groggy voice came from the room. “You’re always bringing bad news, Alvar.” *** The briefing area of the Excalibur flight deck was, out of sorts. Desks were still randomly strewn about the room. The main display board had cracked down the middle of the screen and flickered back and forth. Pictures of each of the pilots littered the floor, having fallen from the wall. Constance d'Aubigné sighed deeply. There was little she disliked more than messy breifing room, but given that her crew had spent the entire – however many hours it had been – time since arriving in the past just trying to get the flight deck operational enough to launch a combat air patrol she would have to live with the messy briefing room. She took a swig of decidedly fake coffee and glanced up as she heard boots. “Oh good, Val. I have a mission for you. You might need some sunglasses though.” *** Twenty minutes later, Valerie Carillon was suited up and climbing into the cockpit of her Lancelot fighter. Her fighter. She had been flying shuttles and cargo carriers in the transport wing for years, ever since the battle at Chin’toka that cost the Federation an entire fleet, and cost Val her eye and forearm. Both fleets and limbs can be replaced these days, but confidence and regulations can’t. And both confidence and regulations said she’d be on the bench for the rest of her career. It took her over ten long years to get back here, back where she belonged. Who cares if it was a science mission? If she pulled it off, she might make it out of the transport squadron for good! The subspace radio clicked on. “Lancelot 45-Beta, Excalibur control. Clear for departure, hangar bay 2.” “Roj.” Val’s gloved hand pushed the throttle forward. Her fighter blasted out of the Excalibur’s hangar bay. Val’s small frame was pushed tightly back against the seat before the inertial dampeners cancelled out the acceleration. Once the fighter hit cruising speed, she locked in a course toward the system’s yellow star and kicked in the autopilot while she did a customary systems check, making sure the science package was online. With her fighter on automatic, she took a look around outside with her augmented-reality visor. Nothing but empty space ahead of her and the crippled mothership orbiting Sarras behind her, with the gas giant behind slowly shrinking. She was at home in the void. The scientific analysis pod, attached to the underside of the fighter, locked onto the star as it grew closer. Energy readings appeared on the main viewer, which she began to transmit back to Excalibur. Val decided to take manual control as she got closer to the star. She stretched her wings, flying in parabolic arcs to prevent too much heat buildup – or so that’s what she told the CAG over the radio. She wanted to see what her fighter could really do. See if she still had it. She got in close to the star – as close as was safe. As she began to round it, she pushed the throttle lever fully forward. The impulse engines glowed brightly as the fighter performed a slingshot, the gas giant and moon rising in her viewer. If this was her last chance to fly one of these Lancelots, she was going to make the most of it. She came around the other side of the star, pulling 6 Gs and accelerating beyond the maximum speed of the impulse engines thanks to the gravity assist. She could barely lift her hand to command the engines to full reverse. As the gravity dropped, she let out a cheer while sweat poured down her face. That was the most fun she had in years! The Excalibur contacted the fighter - the readings were solid – she’d collected loads of the gravimetric data the Excalibur would need to figure out a slingshot maneuver. Time to head home. *** By the time Val had returned, the brief room had been brought back to something resembling the standards that d'Aubigné could find tolerable. A briefing for the first CAP was well underway as she slid into the back of the room. “Fairly straight forward,” d'Aubigné said in her lightly accented standard, while motioning to the still cracked, but less flickering display. “Our primary objective is to keep eyes on the perimeter. The asteroid belt and ambient radiation should keep passive sensors of the era from seeing much, but if someone does drop by Captain wants to know ASAP. “The asteroid belt is as far as you should be flying unless approved by flight ops. Even though I know you’re all skilled pilots – well except Tarheel back there,” she said to a brief outburst of giggles, “but we don’t have the ability to support any kind of rescue mission and we’re short on parts so no playing in the belt. Am I clear?” The levity quickly dropped and the gathered pilots responded in near unison. “Yes, ma’am!” “Very well,” she said motioning them off. “Get to it.” Once the briefing had dispersed, d'Aubigné turned her attention to Val. “I see you managed not to sunburn yourself, Cyclops. How was it?” “It felt good, ma’am,” Val said with a smile. “Most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Lifting an eye-brow, d'Aubigné smirked. “Don’t get too used to fun on this ship, but good. Take a break and then I’ve got you up for the second CAP rotation.”
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |15 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is Zero. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Commander Coleridge is conducting an investigation regarding the Nei’rrh mission. The children are relaxing in the medical complex. Dr. Davis keeps them supplied with scones. Life on Aegis seems to have returned to normal.
  11. Earlier
  12. Qa'pla! It is great to be here. 

  13. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1022, STARDATE 51903.11 = /\ = Manticore was ordered to sector 821 just within the Federations deep space territory. Upon arrival they found a starbase destroyed by a ship gone rogue then went "rogue" herself severely damaging the USS Bauer which is now docked at a nearby star base. So far its been determined a cloaked ship was in sector 821 before the starbase was destroyed and is assumed they used a Klingon cloak. An unknown warp trail was detected after Manticore lost control. And now science and engineering have just discovered Manticore was compromised with its own prefix code. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1022, STARDATE 51903.11 = /\ = 190311.log
  14. UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS: CREW BIOGRAPHY Personal Information: Name: Annika Sorenson Age: 22 Species: Human Gender: Female Place of Birth: Galileo II Research Centre, Europa (Jovian moon) Parents: Magnus Sorenson (father): Research Lead - Galileo II Research Centre Inga Sorenson, Chief Administrator – Galileo II Research Centre Siblings: None Allegiance: Federation – Starfleet Citizenship: Federation Citizen Residence (when off-ship): Stockholm, Sweden, San Diego, California Height: 182 cm (5’10”) Weight: 63.5 kg (140 lbs) BMI: 20.1 (normal) Hair colour: Platinum Blonde Eye colour: Blue Medical Information: Zodiac Sign: Taurus Blood type: AB+ Known Allergies: None Build: Slender, thin Physical Appearance: Some say she bears a strong resemblance to Princess Elsa from the Disney/Pixar movie Frozen. Medical Records (from Starfleet Medical, San Francisco, CA) No known physical, mental or psychological issues to report. Annika is in good health and is up to date on medical vaccinations as required for service in Starfleet. Service Information: Current rank: Ensign Current posting: Science Officer, USS Manticore (PENDING) Years in Service: 0 Awards: None Promotions: Graduated from Starfleet Academy; promoted from Cadet to Ensign. Honours/Qualifications: Degree in Sciences, Marine Biology and stellar cartography. Pilot’s certification for shuttles, and runabouts (up to Danubeclass runabout) Operator certification: Underwater submersible vessels (all types) and above-water pleasure craft and vessels up to and including 50 metres in length. SCUBA diving certification – full certification Lifeguard Swimming Certification Basic Medical certification and basic weapons (phasers) certification as required by Starfleet Academy field training. Personal History: Annika was born and raised at the Galileo II research outpost situated on the Jovian moon Europa to Swedish scientists Magnus and Inga Sorenson. Anika had a fairly normal childhood, but due to the isolated location of the research outpost and the Jovian moon itself, Annika initially had little friends to play with other than a few of the other children on the outpost and her occasional visits to Sweden staying with her grandparents there in her childhood (as well as during her parents’ rotational sabbaticals back to Earth). At the outpost, Annika developed an interest in marine biology and exploring the vast icy ocean under Europa’s icy surface. She quickly learned to operate the outpost’s submersibles under her father’s guidance and has helped explore and classify marine flora and fauna that inhabit Europa’s waters. Annika was educated at the outpost with the other children on the outpost (six children, including Annika) as well as supplemental education in Stockholm, Sweden where her family also has a home. After finishing secondary education, Annika expressed an interest in joining Starfleet, wanting to leave the remote research colony and “spread her wings”. With the support of her family, Annika enrolled into the Science division of Starfleet Academy to develop her already sharp skills in the sciences, while picking up stellar cartography and astrology. Socially, Annika learned to open up with new friends she made in Academy which helped develop her social skills – something she lacked somewhat in her childhood. Academically, Annika was a good student and earned the respect of her peers and teachers for being hard working and quick to learn, which reflected in the top marks she received whilst in the Academy. Annika graduated with full honours upon completion of her Sciences Program and has been assigned to the USS Manticore to serve as a Science Officer aboard this vessel. Personality Profile: Annika is considered to be friendly and approachable to anyone she meets, but may appear to be somewhat distant when she first meets anyone. Once she gets to know them better however, she is considered to be pretty sociable. Annika is still very close to the other children she grew up with at Galileo II and her parents given the isolated nature of the outpost. Due to her distant or cool nature to those she is unfamiliar with, as well as her upbringing on the icy moon Europa, her peers given her the nickname of “The Ice Queen”. Hobbies: When not engaged in scientific activities, Annika enjoys swimming and scuba diving (the latter learnt on numerous dives in Europa, using underwater EVA suits). She is a strong swimmer and picked up her lifeguard certification in Sweden. Annika also enjoys piloting shuttles, of which she learned at Galileo II and helped deliver supplies and scientific equipment for the colony to and from Earth during her time at the outpost. She also enjoys to travel and visit new places, clubs and shopping. Despite being born and raised in the frigid temperatures of Europa, Annika does enjoy being in warm weather owing to her time in San Francisco. Galileo II History: The Galileo II research facility is a scientific research outpost situated on Europa, a moon orbiting the planet Jupiter in the Sol System and named for 16thcentury Italian astrologer Galileo Galilei who had originally discovered Europa in 1610. Gravity in the outpost is artificially regulated at 1.0 G to match that of Earth’s and maintains a constant temperature of 22C. It was constructed in 2336 as a direct replacement of the original Galileo research outpost originally constructed in the early 23rdcentury. Over the years, the research outpost was outfitted with state-of-the-art technology to explore Europa and its waters as well as to serve as a hub for other research outposts and colonies situated on other Jovian and Saturnian moons such as Io, Ganymede or Titan. Galileo II houses 53 permanent scientists and had a population of six children when Annika was growing up. Scientists served 6-month rotations to Earth for sabbatical and to help the scientists remain accustomed to Earth and the sun. However, scientists still are typically somewhat paler than their counterparts on Earth due to their time away from the sun and not receiving enough vitamin D the sun produces. Galileo II is comprised of two separate modules; module one is 58 metres in height and juts above the surface of Europa. It is protected by a clear dome` which offers a stunning vista of Europa’s icy surface and constant ice geysers emanating from its surface as well as a landing bay and docking port for shuttles and runabouts visiting the outpost and supply delivery to the outpost. Habitation decks, space research labs, communications and administration offices are located in this module. The base is constructed with high grade duranium and tritanium as used by Starfleet space stations which protect the outpost from these natural phenomena. This module is joined by a 250-metre-long shaft which connects it to the second module underneath Europa’s subsurface ocean. This second module is 85 metres in height and contains the research labs, submersible bays and other labs and underwater sensors. Over the years, scientists have mapped out much of the area in Europa’s subsurface ocean and conduct research on marine life, effects of the moon’s magnetic field and tidal heating coming from Europa’s core among other things in tandem with other marine research outposts situated throughout the Federation. Character Bio.docx
  15. The Dawn of a New Era Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 “We might have interesting visitors occasionally. We will ignore them. Security is advised. They know what to do.” ~ Captain Chirakis to Commander Coleridge From her position in Command and Control, Kirel overlooked the commerce deck. Civilians strolled casually through the area, patronizing bistros and restaurants, and browsing through stores. As far as they were concerned, all was well in the universe. Occasionally one of the clandestine surveillance team would pass by, impeccably blending with the others. When she moved from command to Chief of Security, Kirel had essentially turned the department inside out and upside down. During the first two months she assessed the quality of each officer, culled the best from the group and reassigned the others. Though they were not aware of such training, the best began training as if they were candidates for SI-5. From that group she chose a few for training in clandestine operations: how to blend with and monitor their surroundings. From her vantage point, Kirel spotted one of the latter enjoying Drankum’s Bar with a friend. Another strolled past stores, occasionally stopping to admire a dress. Windows do make excellent mirrors. Moving with the afternoon crowd, a tall Vulcan wandered past the stores and restaurants, pausing occasionally at a window to admire the merchandise, then moving on. His finely tailored robes, embroidered with the insignia of a Vulcan house, spoke of a prominent businessman. One sleeve bore the crest of a distant Vulcan colony, and colonial colors draped over his left shoulder. He would be addressed as Ambassador Sejak. In reality, he was EnRiov Keshir tr’Aldani, the highest ranking and most powerful agent of the Tal Shiar, and a master of disguise. His facial prosthetic was impeccable, his manner and accent flawless, and his Vulcan fluency testified to his expertise in deception. Even his daughter would not recognize him. A slight glance toward CnC and a respectful nod to Kirel elicited her nod. They would dine together in the evening if possible and exchange information through a conversational dance while sipping the best Vulcan wines. A few minutes ago, Commander Coleridge had asked, “Based on your own… connections… where do you think this is heading?” She had responded, “I will not speculate on that. It's best to allow things to flow toward you than to expect a certain thing to happen. However, I do have... ‘connections’ that will inform us of progress.” It was good to see a few of her ‘connections’ at work.
  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1022, STARDATE 51903.11 = /\ = Manticore was ordered to sector 821 just within the Federations deep space territory. Upon arrival they found a starbase destroyed by a ship gone rogue then went "rogue" herself severely damaging the USS Bauer which is now docked at a nearby star base. So far its been determined a cloaked ship was in sector 821 before the starbase was destroyed and is assumed they used a Klingon cloak. An unknown warp trail was detected after Manticore lost control. And now science and engineering have just discovered Manticore was compromised with its own prefix code. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1022, STARDATE 51903.11 = /\ =
  17. On a planet somewhere, tech level approximately that of early 21st century Earth, high school students Derek, Jess and Alice arrive at Mr Harris' math class early in the morning. Derek sketches a picture of Arcadia. chatlog2019-3-3.txt
  18. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/8/19 - 10:04 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 4.5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Nei'rrh and Argos II are under repair. Medical is very busy. Command is preparing for a possible Alien Alliance attack. Commander Coleridge is with Captain Chirakis in her office. Commander Cayne is Officer in Charge in CnC. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::in her office with Scott, discussing a few things::: mimipavilion: ::in medical dealing with 3 little girls:: Scott Coleridge: ::sitting in Chirakis' office, noting the changes in decor since the change of command:: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at Science:: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the big chair :: Tarisa: Miana> ::In Medical with Alexis and Annisha.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting at a console in Main Engineering, bead of sweat forming on his forehead:: Annisha: :: Annisha is asleep in sickbay :: Chirakis: ::Scott:: We might have interesting visitors occasionally. We will ignore them. Security is advised. They know what to do. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil walks into sickbay, looks around :: mimipavilion: ::looking over their files in her office:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD, with Miana and Annisha:: Scott Coleridge: Ignore stuff. Got it. That doesn't seem that difficult. Alexis McFarland: ::in medical as well, looking after the patients and glad Alexis seems to be doing okay:: Chirakis: No, not all that difficult. But when you factor in keeping your eyes open for suspects, it takes a different turn. Tarisa: Miana> ::Leaning on the back of Alexis' hoverchair.:: I wish we had more of those snacks that your Neemah let us take. Alexis McFarland: I wonder if Dr. Davis has anymore. Chirakis: But again, security will be on top of everything. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and leaves to clean himself up:: Tarisa: Miana> Is she the nice lady that made them? Alexis McFarland: That's what Dacia said, yes. Tarisa: Miana> Oooh. ::pauses:: I do not know who that is. Fletcher Jackson: ::monitoring traffic ::: Chirakis: I have nothing else. mimipavilion: ::gets up, leaving her office, and enters medical facility:: Alexis McFarland: She's the station's counsellor. Or one of them, I don't know if we have more than one. Alexis McFarland: Dacia says the chief counsellor anyway. Tarisa: Miana> What is a counselor? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pokes around the sickbay :: Scott Coleridge: ::nods:: Based on your own... connections ... where do you think this is heading? Alexis McFarland: Hmm, they counsel people on how to run their lives? mimipavilion: ::sees Nijil:: Can I help you Nijil? Tarisa: Miana> They should run their own lives. Alexis McFarland: Sometimes people need help on how to run their lives. Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter, I'm here to see her. Tarisa: Miana> Or does it get really hard when you grow up? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Come with me. Chirakis: I will not speculate on that. It's best to allow things to flow toward you than to expect a certain thing to happen. However, I do have... other connections that will inform us of progress. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks with the doctor :: Alexis McFarland: It seems like it. A lot of adults on the station seem to be always stressed out. Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to Main Engineering, grabbing a tool kit and heading out again:: mimipavilion: ::heads to Annisha's room:: Tarisa: Miana> That is not good... ::shakes head.:: Alexis McFarland: It's a real downer for a Betazed picking up on all that negativity. Chirakis: And my "connections" also have their ways to deal with intruders. Chirakis: One could be right next to you and you would never know it. Annisha: :: stirs :: Nijil tr'Korjata: How is she doctor? Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: It must be. mimipavilion: ::enters the room:: She's stable. As you can see, she's asleep. Fletcher Jackson: ::shuttling ships from one corridor to another, receiving berthing requests::: Scott Coleridge: We'll need to balance being prepared with not spooking the civilian population, I suppose.... Alexis McFarland: Well, you get used to it. And you learn to tune all that stuff out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hears voices coming closer, then Mimi and Nijil show up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Figures. I'll just sit with her, if that's alright. Chirakis: ::nod:: Exactly. As far as they are concerned, things are back to normal everyday events. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Feels like his is out of place.. or should be standing. And where was his coffee, wait, how many cups today? :: Alexis McFarland: ::turns at the voices, hearing Nijil walk past into Annisha's room:: Chirakis: And the operatives that we have will look like ordinary civilians. They will not be noticed. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a chair and sits at her bed :: Alexis McFarland: ::Playing Annisha's space game against the AI:: Tarisa: Miana> Are you winning? :;Peaking.:: mimipavilion: ::exits the room and enters Alexis and Miana's room:: Chirakis: Yeoman> :;brings Cayne his coffee:: Donuts, sir? Alexis McFarland: ::positions the PADD so Miana can see better:: I think so. Alexis McFarland: ::looks up at Mimi:: Hello.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Sure. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: deck 7 Scott Coleridge: All right. Let's hope most of the day's events are normal. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks up, getting off Alexis' hoverchair.:: mimipavilion: How are the two of you? Chirakis: Yeoman> Any one kind in particular? Nijil tr'Korjata: Anni.. :: pauses :: I'm sorry. Chirakis: I'm sure they will be. Alexis McFarland: I'm okay, I guess. Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: mimipavilion: ::nods and scans the both of them to check to make sure:: Tarisa: ::Looking up, seeing Cayne talk to the Yeoman.:: Scott Coleridge: I have one other thing... did you read Lieutenant Kenyon's report? Chirakis: I did. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Those ball things... Alexis McFarland: Will we get to go home soon? ::too Mimi:: Chirakis: Yeoman> Yes, sir. The donut holes they're called. Sugared or plain? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm sorry I did not protect au...out there.. :: gestures to the 'sky' :: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking the new sensor modifications... seeing how they held up under the strain:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They tell me the phenomenon that caused the Argos II to crash was...unique. Does not make it feel any better. Scott Coleridge: I'll conduct an investigation as requested. I could use some input from you. Chirakis: Yeoman> :::brings him an assortment:: You can try them all, sir. Chirakis: Of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think I will. :: grabs them all, puts them next to the chair :: Chirakis: Yeoman> Let me know if you need anything else, sir. ::moves out::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Life is more than this station, more than Romulus, more than Volnar. Au need to see it...feel it. Tarisa: ::CnC is quickly filling with the scent of coffee and sugar.:: Alexis McFarland: ::drinks some juice:: Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: I have to admit, when Nijil requested to join the search, I hesitated for a moment. I wondered if his daughter being missing might affect his judgment. Fletcher Jackson: ::almost a minor collision as two Ferengi ships joust for positions. He sends out the corridor patrol::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Hesitant to ask, but finally does.:: Are there more snacks from the nice lady? Alexis McFarland: Mm, snack. Chirakis: ::takes a deep breath:: Commander, Nei'rrh was the only vessel here that could have performed that operation well. Commander Korjata is the best to pilot it. There is no other like him, and there is no other shuttle like Nei'rrh. Chirakis: We had little choice. And, of course, we had no idea what situation they were in... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places his hand on hers :: Au were lucky, only a knock to the head. Au can thank an engineer for that. Chirakis: Had we known what happened to Argos II, we might have made a different choice. Alexis McFarland: ::goes back to her space game after Mimi finishes scanning her:: Chirakis: However, we did not. And he performed admirably. Scott Coleridge: Yes, you're right. I always have trouble with this part of command. It's much easier to second-guess yourself in hindsight. mimipavilion: ::finishes up:: Ok girls looks like you are on the mend and will be released soon. I'm sure there's something left. Chirakis: Indeed it is. Alexis McFarland: Yay, I hope so. Alexis McFarland: Thanks Tarisa: Miana> Yay Chirakis: Moreover, men of his caliber and expertise focus on the mission before thinking of anything else. Believe me, his mind was completely focused on the mission. Only afterwards did he think of his daughter. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: I thought that would cheer you two up. Alexis McFarland: mm, yes! ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> Mhm. Johnson Kenyon: ::completing checks, making repair orders:: mimipavilion: I'll go check to see if there's something left. Deal. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at her :: Au are going to grow up faster than I can keep pace with. No doubt au are smarter than any of us, certainly when I was your age. Scott Coleridge: I've read Nijil and Tarisa's mission reports, but I'm also going to review the recording from the shuttle for the time period in question. Scott Coleridge: Then I'll speak to each of them and to Mr. Kenyon before I arrive at a determination. Chirakis: ::nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: As...naughty as au are, we are very proud of au. Losing both parents is na easy. I know. Johnson Kenyon: ::most of the relays are showing signs of stress... the modifications put a heavy strain on them:: mimipavilion: ::goes and checks for scones:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::has just made fresh::: Scott Coleridge: ::noticing Chirakis doing that nodding thing she does:: Right... so... I'm going to go get started on that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Bring up the sector map on the viewscreen :: Chirakis: ::stands:: If I can be of further assistance, I will be here. mimipavilion: ::goes and checks the lounge:: Scott Coleridge: ::stands up:: Thank you. ::exits Chirakis' office:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading back down to deck 70:: Fletcher Jackson: :::corridor patrol sorts things out for the two Ferengi ships:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Getting excited, cause she can smell them being made.:: Yay. I can smell them. Alexis McFarland: ::sniffs:: Mmm, yummy. Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of her office and almost bumps into Mimi:: Oh... goodness. ::juggles the basket::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll do better. I don't want to lock au away in a tall tower. :: tear :: Chirakis: ::standing there a while after the door closed, contemplating the future that she just told Scott to ignore::: Scott Coleridge: ::observes that life on the CnC seems routine, slips into his office:: mimipavilion: ::in the lounge, sees the scones and takes a couple:: Oh, was grabbing a couple of scones for Alexis and Miana Amanda Davis PhD: Mimi... I think we have telepathic powers. ::smiles::: The basket is for the children. Oh.. and for you, too. mimipavilion: ::laughs:: Amanda Davis PhD: Nono.. take the basket. Please. I have more in the oven. Alexis McFarland: ::playing her game, still on the tutorials since she only just got it:: Annisha: :: stirs :: Mo.. Tarisa: Miana> ::Watching the game again.:: Chirakis: ::then she turns to stare out the window for a while::: Nijil tr'Korjata: What? :: goes in closer to hear :: Au need to rest sweetheart. Alexis McFarland: Avoiding these asteroids sure is a pain Amanda Davis PhD: So, how are the children doing? Annisha: :: eyes flutter open :: Your mo.. Nijil tr'Korjata: My what? Annisha: M..ov...e mimipavilion: Then I will take these too the girls. mimipavilion: Their doing good Scott Coleridge: Computer, access flight recordings for the Nei'rrh for...::glances at a PADD on his desk:: Stardate 2388.127. Begin playback just after the shuttle contacted Aegis. Johnson Kenyon: ::back in Main Engineering, inputting work orders to repair the auxiliary sensors with the modifications:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with a level 1 AI, since she wasn't very high level like Annisha or even Nijil was:: Amanda Davis PhD: Good. I will visit when I get the chance. At the moment, I'm expecting someone. Oh.. and there is jelly under there as well. Annisha: Na na... your mov...e Chirakis: ::exits her office::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I take it enough to separate for two locations. Amanda Davis PhD: However you would like it, Mimi. There's more where that came from. I'm in a baking mood today. Nijil tr'Korjata: My move? Scott Coleridge: ::makes a few notes:: Hmm. Annisha: :: taps her padd, which she had under her blanket :: mimipavilion: Ahh I see. I'll get it figured out then. Chirakis: ::spots Cayne in the command chair and walks behind him, wondering if he'll notice::: Tarisa: ::She has noticed anyways.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain Amanda Davis PhD: I'll be back in about an hour. ::hand wave:: Annisha: :: The room darkens and a map of the galaxy shines above them :: mimipavilion: ::nods and heads back to Alexis and Miana's room:: Chirakis: Ah. Commander. ::as she steps to his fore:: There is something else in the universe besides donuts, I understand. ::quick look at Fletcher::: Alexis McFarland: Hey, Annisha's online again ::sees her username pop up:: Fletcher Jackson: ::hearing donuts, does not turn:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Perks up.:: Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Johnson Kenyon: ::completed entry of repair orders, checks through high priority repairs:: Chirakis: Enjoying command? ::slight grin:: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up some cargo to deliver to the next galaxy over;; mimipavilion: ::to the girls:: here are some scones? Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Coleridge to Tarisa. Alexis McFarland: Yay, thanks! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: Our game? Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: +Scott+ Yes Commander? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Annisha: :: Sits up :: I've been waiting days. :: smiles :: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Report to my office. mimipavilion: ::girls:: enjoy Alexis McFarland: ::pauses her game, and picks up a still hot scone:: Very fresh.. Tarisa: ::Steps away from the console and goes to Scott's office, ringing the chime.:: Alexis McFarland: We will, thanks. Thanks Dr. Davis as well. mimipavilion: I'll let her know. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Scott Coleridge: Enter. Tarisa: Miana> ::Carefully eats a warm scone.:: Mmmm Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at her, then the galactic map :: Alexis McFarland: ::bites into the scone:: Tarisa: ::Steps in, letting the door close behind her.:: Sir? mimipavilion: ::takes what's left and goes back to her office:: Fletcher Jackson: ::rerouting traffic so the corridor squad has time to get the Ferengi moving:: Scott Coleridge: Have a seat, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, when I didn't have lunch... Tarisa: ::Takes a seat.:: mimipavilion: ::sends a message to Amanda thanking her for the girls:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yummy! Chirakis: The yeoman will bring lunch if you need it, Commander. All you have to do is ask. Nijil tr'Korjata: Were au even asleep? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? That seem unnecessary. Chirakis: That's what she's here for. Alexis McFarland: ::licks some jelly off her lip:: Annisha: Na. What's wrong with your eyes? Scott Coleridge: I am conducting an investigation into Commander tr'Korjata's actions on board the Nei'rrh on Stardate 2388.127, and specifically, whether or not his decision to take the shuttle to warp was a warranted risk. Nijil tr'Korjata: Allergies. Annisha: Right...so are au going to move....old man? Chirakis: ::she begins her normal pace around CnC::: Tarisa: ::Curious. Tilts her head a little.:: An investigation? Johnson Kenyon: ::concluding his work, heads to the commerce deck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How many hours was this move? Scott Coleridge: I have read your written report on the mission already. I have some follow-up questions for you. These questions will be on the record, and you are required to answer them to the best of your ability. You are not under investigation. However, you have the right to refuse to answer a question you believe may incriminate you, or to request that you have an attorney present during this interview. ::is very clearly reading from a PADD he has in front of him:: Alexis McFarland: ::unpauses her game, resuming her Space Truck Simulator mission:: Annisha: Dunno... maybe a few nights Chirakis: ::stops to look over the commerce deck::: Scott Coleridge: ::glances up from the PADD:: Do you understand what I have just said? Chirakis: ::and notices the presence of a familiar Vulcan passing through the crowd:: Tarisa: ::Takes it in a moment, then nods.:: Yes, Commander. Fletcher Jackson: ::since the tangled Ferengi mess is no longer a mess, he opens the corridor for traffic::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: Miana> :;Watching again, as she climbs back up the back of the hoverchair. Her tail swishing.:: Scott Coleridge: Very good. Before we begin, would you like anything to drink? Fletcher Jackson: ::getting used to this and kind of likes it::: Annisha: :: Rests her head on Nijil's shoulder :: Alexis McFarland: These space AI traffic drivers are crazy. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down for a meal:: Chirakis: (Scotch is available) Scott Coleridge: ((Watch out, Fletcher. Just when you get used to it, they promote you to command!)) Tarisa: :;Relaxes:: A warm green tea with lemon and honey, if I could. Fletcher Jackson: ((meep...)) Tarisa: ((scotch comes later.)) Chirakis: (last words) Annisha: Need time? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh ie... Alexis McFarland: Hey, I'm driving here! ::in a New York accent, owing to how long she lived there:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/8/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, all. We will pick it up from here, so no TBS. Chirakis: Commander, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: "Formal" sounds very formal but this is all still fun and games Scott Coleridge: That's all. Chirakis: Indeed it is. Chirakis: From me: Beware the Ides of March - which is next Friday. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Alexis McFarland: and Daylight Savings Time which is Sunday Johnson Kenyon: what an ominous end Chirakis: Indeed. Daylight Savings for some of us. And yes, ominous. Chirakis: Moving on... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  19. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |8 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 4.5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. After a harrowing rescue of Nei’rrh and Argos II, Aegis is settling down. The injured are healing well, though it will take some time. Families have been reunited. The only ones who might be tensing up are those in command. According to Iowa’s Captain Kelley, factions within the Alien Alliance are growing, and could eventually become a threat to the Joint Allied Powers and attempt to take over Aegis as a base of operations. Captain Chirakis is formulating plans to secure the station without alerting civilians. At sim begin, Commander Cayne will be Officer in Charge of CnC. Commander Coleridge and Captain Chirakis will be in her office.
  20. “Seeing it Through” Johnson Kenyon & Amanda Davis Johnson walked slowly down the hall and pressed the chime on Dr. Davis’ door. The smell of fresh tea and scones drifted down the hall even before she opened the door. “Hello, Lieutenant,” she said congenially. “How may I help you?” “Dr. Davis?” he asked as he stepped in, extending his hand in greeting. “I didn’t realize we had a counselor on board.” “Well, that’s understandable. I’m usually in my office, and if I am not, you can page me. But please, do come in,” she said stepping aside after shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you. May I offer you tea and scones, Lieutenant…?” Her office was very Victorian, as was her dress. Apparently she was a civilian. Rubbing his chin and looking at her directly, he responded taking one, “Yes, thank you. Johnson.... Kenyon Johnson... I just got back from a 4 day trip on the Ni.... whatever the name of that Romulan shuttle is.” “The Nei’rrh. Then you’ve been through quite a bit,” she supplied, setting a cup of tea next to him, then turning to retrieve one for herself. “What I've been through isn't the worst of it... I'm afraid I don't trust our Chief Engineer anymore.” “And why would that be?” “I don't know if he was playing some sick game, but on that shuttle, when our power shut off... he said we could blow up. That we shouldn't engage the engines... then after minimal modifications to the shields... he decides to test them and bring her to warp.” “Have you talked to him about that? Asked anyone else about that situation?” “I don't think I can talk to him now... I'm angry and he just got his kid back.” “Was there anyone else on the ship that you could talk to?” “I haven't decided, but I think I may need to switch departments.... or bring it up to the Commander,” Johnson paused just now taking in the counselor’s question. “ Tarisa was there, but she dutifully obeyed his directive... I just thought she was a robot.” “Before you make any judgement, may I suggest you take some time off, then talk to someone who was there,” Counselor Davis offered. “Actually, the only thing that gives me comfort in this situation is working. Just keeping myself busy... helps me to think.” “Well, if you believe it helps, then by all means. But please, before you judge Commander Korjata's words or actions, talk to him. Ask him why he said that. I'm sure he has a very good explanation.” “I am not sure I can. Like I said, he just got his kid back. Still, I think what he did was wrong. He jeopardized the life of everyone on the Nei’rrh.” Johnson paused and breathed a cleansing breath. “I don’t understand it.” Johnson stared at the ceiling for a moment then he returned with a hardened look of resolve. “I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting at the navigation station and we had just modified the shields. The Chief gives us some coordinates and tells us to go to warp. Tarisa dutifully punches in the coordinates while I question it. I tried to reason with him. He had previously told us that going to warp might cause our destruction. We had also speculated that going to warp could create more of the waves which affected the shuttle. And…” Counselor Davis watched him intently but did not interrupt. A major part of counselling is listening and allowing the patient to let the emotions flow. Often, just sitting by and listening opened more doors than expected. He was, essentially, thinking aloud. He looked both torn and frustrated: two major emotions that need attention. Eventually he would get to the core of the matter. Only then could he deal with it. “...And he ignored my concerns, took us to warp briefly and talked callously about how I had signed a waiver when I joined Starfleet. ‘Either we’d die or we wouldn’t.’ Since we didn’t die, then he supposed we’d live. Sort of rubbed my concern in my face.” Johnson leaned forward and rubbed a blemish on his forehead. Since his pause was longer than normal, she ventured, “You remember that vividly, which makes sense. We all have a ‘fight or flight’ instinct when we face danger. In this case, you were allowed neither fight nor flight. Your instinctive reaction of survival was denied. So Lieutenant, if you can, think about how the incident makes you feel now, at this very moment?” “Angry. He as much as told me life was a 50-50 gamble anyway. I got up and left the navigation station and got myself,” Johnson smiled widely for the first time in the session, “a cup of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. He had just risked my life without so much as hearing me out and I was stuck on this DAMNED shuttle with him. I needed a moment to calm down or I was going to push him out an airlock or something.” “You restrained yourself in the face of grave danger, Lieutenant. That’s commendable. A lesser man would not have reacted that way. He would either fall apart or take over.” Johnson again looked up, this time he had a tear forming in the corner of his eye. “I need to report it to Commander Coleridge and request a formal investigation. I don’t want to do this. I may never be able to look our Chief Engineer in the eye again, but there are too many things that need to be answered.” “Johnson,” Amanda began, using his given name for the first time, “holding things in never helps a problem, so I would like you to consider a few things. You say that you ‘don’t want to do this’. That’s understandable, but why do you not want to do this? Earlier you said that you didn’t want to face him because he ‘just got his kid back’. Now you say that you ‘might never be able to look our Chief Engineer in the eye again’. Those two statements tell me that you are compassionate, Lieutenant. It’s good to be compassionate, but I’d like you to consider something else. “If you ask for a formal investigation, you will eventually get to the heart of the matter. You might even be reconciled with Commander Korjata. Alternatively, if you don’t ask for a formal investigation those questions will nag you for a long time, and in the future, lives could be lost.” While Amanda waited for that to sink in, the thought came to her that there might be another option, so she asked him if there was one. “Yes, Counselor, there are other options, but I don’t think there are other options I can live with.” Amanda nodded, then waited patiently in case he wasn’t finished. Johnson scratched behind his neck and looked at the scone in his left hand. He leaned forward slightly and took a bite. Smiling, mouth half full, he said, “these are very good. Do you make them yourself?” he said as he covered his mouth. “Yes,” she replied, smiling. “My mother’s recipe, handed down from one generation to the next. I’m glad you enjoy them.” Johnson chewed and swallowed before continuing. “You must be very proud of them to share them with everyone or perhaps you believe in comfort food.” “Well, I wouldn’t say that I’m proud, but I am thankful that my family passes things on, especially recipes. And it is comfort food. If it makes someone feel better, I’m glad.” Johnson sighed and nodded. “I do feel better. I guess I have a report to write.” Johnson’s eyes grew wide with the revelation of what he’d done. “Do you think you could keep what I said about Tarisa to yourself?” Amanda looked curiously at Johnson, “Of course, Lieutenant. Anything that is said in here is purely confidential.” Johnson shook his head and half smiled before speaking. He opened his mouth and closed it again. Amanda had a pretty good idea what that meant. “You like her.” “That’s about it. I really don’t want to accuse someone I’d like to date of being without emotion. She had her reasons and they will come out in any official investigation.”
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1021, STARDATE 51903.04 = /\ = Manticore was ordered to sector 821 just within the Federations deep space territory. Upon arrival they found a starbase destroyed by a ship gone rogue. Suddenly Manticore seemingly went "rogue" herself severely damaging the USS Bauer in the process. Soon the engineering team was able to regain control of the ship. After returning to the battered Bauer, sensors detected another warp trail leaving the sector. Then, after recovering the starbase black box, it was discovered a cloaked ship had been in the vacinity before its destruction. It was later determined to be a Klingon cloaking device. Manticore is currently towing the heavily damaged Bauer to another starbase while Engineering and Science teams work together to understand how the Manticore computer was compromised. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1021, STARDATE 51903.04 = /\ = 190304.log
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1021, STARDATE 51903.04 = /\ = Manticore was ordered to sector 821 just within the Federations deep space territory. Upon arrival they found a starbase destroyed by a ship gone rogue. Suddenly Manticore seemingly went "rogue" herself severely damaging the USS Bauer in the process. Soon the engineering team was able to regain control of the ship. After returning to the battered Bauer, sensors detected another warp trail leaving the sector. Then, after recovering the starbase black box, it was discovered a cloaked ship had been in the vacinity before its destruction. It was later determined to be a Klingon cloaking device. Manticore is currently towing the heavily damaged Bauer to another starbase while Engineering and Science teams work together to understand how the Manticore computer was compromised. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1021, STARDATE 51903.04 = /\ =
  23. SD 0303.2018 Still lost in time, we have located a relatively out of the way system we're calling Sarras. Having cleared the asteroid belt that should keep people from seeing too much on a passive scan, we head now for an M-class moon where we hope to be able to provision and make repairs, while determining the next course of action.
  24. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::@ helm, keeping an eye out:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing paperwork, without paper :: Rhan K'hal: :: having set up Irene with one of his console-on-the-go padds, is now on the bridge next to his brother, looking at the ever-increasing resolution sensor data of Sarras :: William Chocox: ::is still working on the EPS system:: Maryse Dubois: :;In her office, looking over supply reports.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes one more nibble of the energy bar and stashes the last bit in his uniform pocket, then leans against the helm chair to crack his back::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's pacing in sickbay reading the padd. The stabilizer bubble has been enhanced to an area the size of the room so she can at least get out of bed, now. :: Cptn Swain: ::Is in his quarters, getting a nap in:: Hakran K'hal: :: at Sci 1, constantly tapping here and tapping there to work the sensors :: Rhan K'hal: Computer, engage conference with sickbay LTC room alpha. :: with a delayed beep, a console in Irene's room pops up with the image of the bridge Caitians, with enough room for Issaha if he joins the science party :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda tossed her spanner into the kit as she passed and paused to pour herself a mug of hot tea. Some blessed soul had been considerate enough to make an entire pot. She sank down into a chair near Chocox, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand as she waited for her drink to cool.:: How's the progress, Chocox? Rhan K'hal: :: does not have a visual on Irene though, because even in the 24th Century those patient gowns can flap where they should flop :: William Chocox: Slower than any of us would like, but faster than we hoped. Hunter Matheson: ::then he checks out the area they are approaching, looking for a place to hide if it's needed, then checking his designated exit vector, then remembering that Excal is probably not capable of an emergency exit, so he throws that out the window::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ How's your feed down there? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork is taking a cat nap next to him so he gives him a poke::: Irene Mincine: "Looking fine to me. How's the bridge?" :: Irene is thankful she can't be seen, since she hasn't showered in a few days stuck in that bed... :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Gettin' close. Need you awake. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork rubs the sand out of his eyes and straightens up, still only half awake::: Hakran K'hal: I feel like I'm in an NX class simulator with the quality of these feeds. Not to mention it still smells like various electro-fried substances up here. :: nose-wrinkle :: William Chocox: How's it going with your work? Rhan K'hal: :: pats Hak on the shoulder :: Spend enough time up here even you'll get used to it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors and weapons are operational, though in need of power. How do you think the EPS will hold up under extreme stress? If we have to amp up the warp drive, we're going to have to handle the surge. Irene Mincine: "Smells like sanitizers and antibiotics down here. Come give me a visit, maybe you can convert your time stabilizer into a backpack for me." :: Irene gestures to the console in the corner emitting a blue glow, then remembers the bridge can't see her. :: William Chocox: Extreme stress? It's not going to last long. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to fill medicine supplies :: Hakran K'hal: Maybe I can get Rhan to look at the setup once we get set up. He's the expert at miniaturizing. Rhan K'hal: :: looks toward "Irene" aka a portable holorecorder :: I can do that. In the meanwhile though, you should have just as much control to do what you'd do if you were up here. I have your :: finger quotes :: console repeating on Sci 2 so we can look over your shoulder, so to speak. Just remember to speak up if there's something you want us to look at. Unless you can point really loudly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: So... we need a way to counteract that. Backups on our backups. Safety nodes to keep the main ones from getting fried. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sarras comes into visual sensor range. There is a gorgeous blue star at the heart of the system, which deffo is using our CGI budget for the week, as well as some soaring sci fi score coming in behind as we get to see several planets, and then a close up to a gas giant with a thin ring, and then lush, Europa sized M-class moon. Still a bit out for detailed scans, but things are looking good. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at the initial readings with a big grin on her face, setting up for biological scanning. :: "Oooooooooh. Looks like plenty to study down there while we're here..." William Chocox: Indeed. Is that tea? Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Dubois, hands her a padd :: This is the schedule for the week. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, made the old school way. Have a stash of the real thing and thought I'd break it out so we can save the replicator rations. ::She gestured to the pot.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, taking the PADD.:: Thanks. Hakran K'hal: Pretty typical setup for this type of star. Not going to find any M classes without a gas-giant magnetic field to divert the radiation and solar wind from an A1IV Indaura Ryssan: How is Irene? Hakran K'hal: Planet doesn't look tidally locked though, may be a relatively recent planetary capture, astronomically speaking. That'll bode well for life diversity. Maryse Dubois: She appears to be fine, though suffering from a little cabin fever. Rhan K'hal: Getting just enough resolution now to see some of the mineral resources available in the system. I think the engineers will be pleased. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the images:: Indaura Ryssan: I am suffering that, and I'm a Denobulan. Irene Mincine: :: Irene reads all the results! :: "Right. The conditions look good for advanced carbon-based life. Ooooh, I want to get down there! Mineralogical survey shows deposits of deuterium, dilithium, rare earth metals... we could build a whole new starship here if we needed to." Rhan K'hal: Don't tell Commander Hawthorne that please, I'd like to get back to the future without actually turning 100. William Chocox: ::pours himself some:: Thank you. And the replicators can't really make tea properly. Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves. It'll take a more intensive survey to find details, though, given how bad our sensors are doing." Maryse Dubois: If we are lucky, they may clear some of us to go to the planet's surface for supplies. Hakran K'hal: :: quirks an ear :: You may get a chance to pilot a probe down there, Irene, but I doubt the doctor would let you off-ship even if we can get your time-stabilization mobile. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the convo, thinking it's almost too good and goes skeptical::: Rhan K'hal: :: has a scan going on all known communication frequencies to make sure we aren't dropping in on someone's civilization :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd have to agree with you, there. I've toyed with the programming, but to no avail. ::She sat her mug on the console and leaned forward to run yet another diagnostic.:: Looks like the temporary routes are holding so far. Some damage still yet to be repaired, but power to all decks and essential systems is a good sign. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, knowing he's probably right. :: "I'm more interested in possible lifeforms than minerals, anyway." William Chocox: Good. Do you want me to move onto something else or continue shoring it up? Rhan K'hal: If you find any that'd be good roasted over an open plasma conduit let me know. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: Indaura Ryssan: A chance to collect some specimens. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You tell me. Anything you've seen that needs our immediate attention? Hunter Matheson: ::snorts at Rhan's comment:: Rhan K'hal: We can make some spears out of the wreckage and put the Marines in loincloths, to make it fair. Irene Mincine: "Can we make him do the mineral survey?" Maryse Dubois: I was looking at supply numbers. We have plenty of water as long as the recyclers remain functional. It's food that we are in need of the most. Hakran K'hal: :: "I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head. I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head." he chants silently to himself :: Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Question on loincl... ::sighs:: I mean maneuverability. How much stress can we put on the system? We're gonna need it for orbit vector. Indaura Ryssan: We could use some new items for the hydroponics. Rhan K'hal: Okay, there's the radiation belt. Not as zippy as the Jovian one but still, best to stay out of it until we're sure we won't fry someone's eyeballs that's looking out at the view. :: forwards the hazardous zone coordinates to helm :: Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Hazardous zone coords appreciated, sir. Hakran K'hal: High concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere. Things looking coniferous to you, Irene? Rhan K'hal: :: tail loop in response to Hunter :: Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves." :: Irene blinked and shook her head, having shifted backwards for a second that time. :: "Sorry. What's that, sir?" Hakran K'hal: High O2, Irene. We looking at a coniferous biome, I hope? I hate wading around in single-celled organisms. Irene Mincine: "Oh. Right." :: Irene gazed over the survey results. :: "Looks like we should have plenty of temperate forest to wade through. No more muck or slime. Not sure about animal life but definitely large amounts of vegetation." :: For budgetary reasons, all planets are just Vancouver, but we don't know that. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If you do collect any flora for hydroponics, make sure you examine it completely before bringing it on board. I don't want anything that starts yelling "Feed me." Hunter Matheson: ::plots several courses re: haz zone coords::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda cocked her head.:: +Matheson+ I'd say about half as much as usual. We still have some exterior structural issues and our power systems aren't yet up to speed. Rhan K'hal: :: slides over to mission ops, tidies up the data a bit, then forwards the initial survey results down to Engineering :: Hunter Matheson: +Eng+ Copy that, ma'am. William Chocox: I can continue on the power supply issues. Indaura Ryssan: Feed me? :: thinks :: I'll look up the reference later. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I don't know whether that's good or bad. Obviously high carbon content is good for the replicator stores, but planets in that stage of planetary evolution are usually pretty low on high-complexity lifeforms and high on flappy things with exoskeletons. Especially at this O2 concentration. :: is a bit phobic of large insects :: Rhan K'hal: :: rolls his chair back over, makes a buzzing sound as he passes Hak :: Hakran K'hal: :: hunches :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, get me a status report when you think they're stable enough to test. I'd like to do that before we actually need those systems. Irene Mincine: "We could get lucky. Maybe it's the planet the dinosaurs came from." Rhan K'hal: Mmm, grilled sauropod. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hakran K'hal: Would you stop thinking with your stomach? Hunter Matheson: (w) Mmm bottom of the food chain. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Rhan K'hal: Sure, when I can stop eating these damned protein bars and water bottled when Mom was still a toddler. Hakran K'hal: :: emits a particularly Caitian sound of annoyance that seems to rumble up from the floor :: Irene Mincine: "Look, at least you're not stuck on the Dr. Dubois diet up there on the bridge. Protein bars are at least technically food!" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked at the board, thinking the list was growing rather than shrinking, and groaned.:: Though first... I've got a special task for you, Chocox. Rhan K'hal: Oh, is Maryse being strict? I'll smuggle down one of the :: finger quotes again :: "chocolate chip" bars when I come down to look at your setup. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes again, concentrates on the new data coming in :: Irene Mincine: "Smuggle me in a hip flask full of Saurian brandy and now we're talking." :: Irene looks over the survey data. :: "Don't make me set up my own still down here." Hakran K'hal: Okay, we should be able to start resolving things down to 100m, and shrinking. Cptn Swain: (( 3 Minute Warning )) Rhan K'hal: :: pats the nearby separator panel between console groups :: Good girl, I knew you could make it. Rhan K'hal: What's our ETA to orbit, Gunny? William Chocox: Special task? Should I be worried ma'am? Hunter Matheson: ::checks it out::: Depends on the orbit, but I'd say ten. Hunter Matheson: Could be as much as 20, depending on the angle I need to use. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, about falling over on your face from exhaustion. Get some rest. At least a few hours sleep. That's an order. Rhan K'hal: Relay that to the XO, see how she wants us parked. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. William Chocox: Ah, I see. Aye ma'am. Hunter Matheson: +XO+ Engineering, helm. ETA to orbit depends on angle I need to use when we get there. Variable is 10 to 20 minutes. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  25. Just when you thought it was safe Chirakis Kirel, Captain USS Iowa and USS Kole were safely docked. Because of their classified nature, security details were posted in and around docking bays A-23 and A-25, where the ships berthed. Nei’rrh and Argos II were under repair. According to Aegis Medical, no one contracted radiation poisoning from the massive EM waves that passed through the nebula and caused ships to lose power. In general, Aegis was slowly returning to normalcy. Except for command. Their world has a different normal. As soon as one situation ends, another rears its ugly head. Many grapevines exist within command. Kirel's most trusted was Rendezvous October, the covert base of operatives that activated at the dawn of the Argesil Conspiracy. Though she had little contact recently, rumors suggested that there was more to the nebular links than furnishing transportation for the Alien Alliance. If there was more, and that more became a threat, Rendezvous October would be at her door. * * * * * Iowa’s Captain Sean “Jon” Kelley flaked out on the couch in Kirel’s office, nursing a pint mug of vintage Romulan ale. Kirel relaxed in a new leather armchair, courtesy of Starfleet for reasons unknown. Most of the office had been refurbished, though she had no idea why. Captain Ramson was meticulous with everything, including her office. “Hellofa situation, Kir,” Kelley continued in the conversation. “Not sure which is worse—saving the galaxy or trying to pound some sense into command.” He straightened up, facing Kirel straight on. “You ever have trouble with that in your line of work?” “My line of work?” “Yeah. You know. SI-5.” Kelley downed the rest of his ale and went for a refill, grabbing a bowl of mixed nuts on his way back. Kirel chuckled softly, tossing him a slight grin as she studied her glass. “SI-5,” she repeated thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, I belong to Starfleet Command as long as I am here. But to your question, it is the same everywhere, Jon. There is always someone who chooses power over the actual need. Your guard against that would be a mentor. Someone you can trust. You have often mentioned Admiral Slater.” Kelley nodded, handing her the bowl before relaxing on the couch. “He’s more than a mentor, Kir. Much more. If it hadn’t been for Slater, your ships wouldn’t be here now. The crews would be dead, fried in the next wave that was coming at ‘em.” He paused to shake his head. “You know... those waves were only a few minutes apart, Kir. The power that registered on our sensors was almost off the charts. Like I say, it was a hellofa situation. We’re sending you all that information.” Nodding thanks, she gently sipped her ale, savoring its nuances as if it was a fine wine. The bowl of nuts next to her seemed entirely appropriate. She’d known a few in her time. “Status of the planetoid?” “Not sure. But it’s time to put that area off limits.” “We have posted a navigational hazard report,” Kirel replied setting her glass aside. “That won’t work, Kir,” he snapped suddenly. “Put the whole damn nebula off limits. And I mean the whole damn thing. It's....” His deep breath faded into a sigh. “It's important.” Kirel eyed him, somewhat concerned. Kelley put his glass aside, ran a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, then leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees. His hands clasped as he stared at the floor for a minute, then looked up. “Can we get some privacy?” “Of course,” Kirel responded, pressing a button next to her. Lighting softened to a blue tinge. Sound in the office muted. Kelley nodded, thought a moment, then began. “You know that the nebula string is a conduit for the Alien Alliance, right?” She nodded minimally. He gestured as he spoke, as many Terrans seemed to do, and Kelley was a master. “I know you’re wondering about how we got so far away from our area of responsibility—besides fighting command for it, that is—and why we ran dark for so long.” She nodded, assessing every word. “You know that there’s a cartel in nebula 236A, and we know where they are. There’s a division of that cartel hiding in the nebula that powered down your ships. We were stalking them and were close to finding ‘em when we intercepted your ships’ transmissions.” “I suspected that there were others within the nebula string,” Kirel mentioned casually. “Cartels seldom work from only one area.” “Umm…” Kelley nodded, lips pursed. “Well, the Alien Alliance is not only establishing themselves throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers.” He stopped as though waiting for a response. “Go on,” she said, a little less casual. “Iowa and Kole leave tomorrow to join the strike force. Je’rit’s task force, along with DeVoll’s and Kirsch’s groups, are joining with other elements of the Joint Allied Forces to plan strategies that will keep those bastards at bay. Intel on their ships and armaments, most of which were stolen, is unbelievable. If they bring us to war, Kirel? It’ll make every other war look like a party… and Aegis will be in the center.” “Kahless,” she whispered as she stood slowly and moved to the bar, put her glass aside and went for something more potent. “I cannot say that I am surprised, Jon. But it's not exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment.” Turning to lean against the bar, she examined the amber in her glass, swirling it gently. “We were hoping for a respite, but don't we all,” she said wryly. “But tell me, Jon. Why Aegis?” “It has more bells and whistles than any other in the galaxy, Kir. It’s new and it’s in neutral space. Perfect place to establish a command station.” “Which is exactly why we are here,” Kirel added, still leaning against the bar. “Though we appear to be a commerce hub, we are actually a watchtower. What is Starfleet's initial strategy, if it has one?” “Well, here's the deal.” Kelley settled back into the couch, continuing to gesture as he spoke. “The best deterrent is a visible presence, right?” She nodded mid sip. “So far we have Missouri’s task force, Iowa’s strike force, Toronto’s task force, and Calgary’s strike force, along with the Romulan, Klingon, and Ferengi strike forces. Aegis will never be alone.” “You left out Captain Nero.” He snapped his fingers. “Right. We’ll add him to the mix, but he can’t be read in to anything. He’ll be backup.” “I doubt that,” Kirel countered, moving back to her chair. It stopped him cold. “Captain Nero’s family, and the families of the miners, live on this station,” Kirel continued in a direct, serious vein. “In the event of an attack, he will be here before you even know what happened. And….” She held up a hand when he began to protest. “He is aware of our protocol, as well as our emergency transmitting frequencies. His leadership is as good as—or better than—anything you will find in Starfleet. As are his men. And you may quote me if you wish. “Now, please continue.” Her Sindar brandy was tasting better and better. It took him a while to process that, but he finally replied, “Okay. So. Our groups will be making random pass-throughs. They’ll occasionally stop for a while. Sometimes it’ll be the whole force, sometimes only a few ships while the remaining units sit tight within reach. Sometimes cloaked, most of the time not. But, when all hell breaks loose, Aegis strike forces might not be here, but the RSE sure as hell will.” At that, he drained his glass. Half an hour later, Kelley left to board USS Iowa for departure. Kirel remained in her office, staring out the window and mentally formulating an internal strategy. Commander Coleridge would be the first to be advised. Then Security, CFG* Commander Apex, department heads, and possibly a few others would be read into the situation later. The rest might notice a difference, but in essence time would move on as though peace reigned throughout the galaxy. _________________ CFG - Commander Flight Group
  26. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/1/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 0830 hours (8:30 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole are berthed. Nei'rrh and Argos II are in repair. All personnel except those with families are at their posts. Medical is very busy. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main engineering, sulking:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on the CnC at science station 2:: Chirakis: ::CnC, standing watch and plowing through reports:: Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing:: Dacia Sandero: ::busy with treating patients in medical:: Annisha: :: in sickbay, in ANOTHER bed... :: Alexis McFarland: ::lying in the children's ward somewhere:: Chirakis: ::occasionally looking up at the tactical screen::: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls up the duty report.... looks for something on the commerce deck:: Tarisa: ::In medical, giving Miana one last hug, before leaving her to her mother. Making sure she was cleared, she then exits medical for a TL.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Checking on Alexis and Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: Mm, Miana. Chirakis: ::notes the stillness, the quiet, which seems abnormal::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to get something to each, figuring Annisha is sleeping...or should be :: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::busy with ships coming in, freighters, etc:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working on paperwork in the CnC :: Johnson Kenyon: ::finding a repair order on the commerce deck, grabbing tools and preparing to head out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits and gets something to eat :: Chirakis: ::looks up as Tarisa enters::: Commander, when you have the information on that nebula and its strange star, forward it immediately. Annisha: :: She's hooked up to even more devices, the station's medical facility beating out the cargo vessel and the Iowa :: Johnson Kenyon: ::signs:: Tarisa: ::Nods as she moves towards her station.:: Yes, Captain. I had already prepared a report while we were returning to Aegis. ::Pulls up the report and forwards it.:: Alexis McFarland: ::has her left leg and arm in support brackets to keep them straight:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: Thank you. +Com+ Dr. Sandero, have all those who were on mission reported to medical for examinations? Tarisa: Miana> ::Leans on Alexis' bed.:: Chirakis: ::stands to stretch, PADD in hand::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila Orrak makes her way to the CnC to report to Commander Cayne :: Dacia Sandero: +Chirakis-+ Yes, we're treating the last of them now Tarisa: :;Looks around CnC, noticing a few scents missing.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I hope au are not working, the work orders can wait, or be doing by others. Chirakis: ::notes the science report and pages through it, then stops to read carefully::: Johnson Kenyon: ::ignores Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: Is that everybody? ::chats with a nurse:: +Chirakis+ Actually scratch that. I was told that Mr Kenyon is missing. I'll comm him to come over. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Please report to Sickbay for exams. Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm fine doctor... not a scratch on me. Chirakis: +com+ Make sure they are thoroughly examined, Doctor. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yeah, but we still need to examine you. Annisha: :: Looks around for someone :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Yes, Ma'am. I'll be up in a bit. Alexis McFarland: ::reaches out to Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::returning tools:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the data from the away teams. Working the biology angle of life in such an extraordinary stellar setting:: Fletcher Jackson: ::forgot how much work external OPS is:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading out of Main Engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eating a sandwich, getting away from everyone. People were still milling about, but it was not like they were sitting down to speak with him :: Tarisa: Miana> Does it still hurt? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Reporting as ordered. Commander, I have not writ-- Alexis McFarland: No, not really. Does your arm still hurt? Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: No, but I do not like having it still... Chirakis: ::reading through the science report::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: looks at her :: The report can wait. Take a rest, get your bearings again. A report written in fatigue is riddled with errors. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL, to computer:: Medical Alexis McFarland: The cast? Yeah, I know what you mean. Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of Cayne's voice::: Tarisa: Miana> ::frowns.:: Alexis McFarland: At least you are not stuck in a hover chair for 2-4 weeks like me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Uh, sure sir. I am sorry was lost track of the Argos. Chirakis: ::returns to the science report::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I would not like that... Johnson Kenyon: ::exits TL, walking to Medical:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yeah. Annisha: :: Looks to her friends :: I hope they let me out later, so I can sleep in my own bed. Alexis McFarland: I'd also like to sleep in my own bed. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering Medical:: Tarisa: Miana> Sleeping is good. Mm ::Nods.:: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Kenyon walk in:: Hopefully we won't keep you too long. Just need some exams. Chirakis: ::slow walk to science:: Commander, do you have a moment? Johnson Kenyon: Where do you need me? ::forced smile:: Tarisa: ::Looks up from her console.:: Yes, of course. Alexis McFarland: Yes, it is. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne looks up :: Decompress Ensign.. that's an order. We will speak later. Dacia Sandero: Over there is fine. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Understood. :: she nods and walks to the exit :: Dacia Sandero: ::gestures to an empty bio bed:: Chirakis: Since I am not a scientist, could you explain the report, especially regarding radiation. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks briefly towards the exchange between the Captain and Tarisa:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sits on the bio bed:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts to scan Johnson:: Fletcher Jackson: :::hands his coffee mug to someone passing, asking for a refill::: Tarisa: ::Ponders.:: About the reaction between the planetoid's leaking atmosphere and the star? Johnson Kenyon: ::tries to relax:: Chirakis: That would be a good beginning. Dacia Sandero: Physically, you seem to be doing fine, but your blood pressure seems to be higher than usual. I can give you a hypo that will help it taper out, but I'd like you to take it easy for the next day or two. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the lives of others proceed as they do on the station : Dacia Sandero: You might also want to speak with Dr. Davis if you're feeling mentally stressed. Johnson Kenyon: Yeah, well... we've been through a bit. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::notes something in the readings. Marks it in her journal for further review:: Dacia Sandero: ::not so much a suggestion though:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I can imagine. Chirakis: ::watching Dran, especially her expressions::: Johnson Kenyon: I don't remember a Dr. Davis. Dacia Sandero: Dr Davis is our Station Counsellor. I believe you may be exhibiting signs of PTSD. She can help you alleviate that and help you relax. Dacia Sandero: ::injects him with a hypo to help regulate his blood pressure:: Dacia Sandero: This should help you relax as well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila walks to the commerce level :: Johnson Kenyon: No, doctor... I'm not experiencing PTSD... I'm... ::gets stuck.... calming:: Tarisa: I am not sure why the atmosphere had begun leaking. I do, however, believe that elements from the atmosphere reacted with the star's nature, causing the increasingly violent reactions. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Dr. Sandero:: I wonder if Dr. Davis is in. Annisha: Oh na! I forgot my turn. Dacia Sandero: I'm not sure if she is, unfortunately. Alexis McFarland: Your turn? Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: Chirakis: ::ponders:: Increasingly violent reactions? Is there a danger of it exploding? Annisha: My game my father and I are playing... Galactic Domination, or something. Alexis McFarland: Are you playing remotely? Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office::: Tarisa: I do not believe so. The planetoid will exhaust its remaining atmosphere before that would happen. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a nurse:: Oh she is, great Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila sees Annisha's father eating :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up:: Well.. if that's all you need... I'll see if I can find this Dr. Davis Dacia Sandero: She's most likely in her office Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees that Cardassian out of the corner of his eye, continues to eat :: Dacia Sandero: I'm finished here. You can go see her. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands:: Thank you. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: No worries, cheers. Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: So there is little danger to anyone passing that nebula at the moment? Annisha: :: opens up her padd, projects the game board in front of her :: This needs to be bigger., Johnson Kenyon: ::walks out of medical and down the hall:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::listing. Pulls up what data they got on the planets soil to form a chronology of the planet's atmospheric :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha:: Ooh. Johnson Kenyon: ::asks the computer to show him how to find Dr. Davis' office:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: I am also interested in Lt Dran's information. Amanda Davis PhD: Computer> Second door to the left. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Unless they attempt to pass through it, like the Argos II did. I find it unlikely though, as the waves are now readily detectable. Annisha: He moved days ago.. What are his Bajorans doing? Tarisa: :;Looks over to Dran.:: I am as well. Chirakis: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking slowly down the hall:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pressing the chime on Dr. Davis' door:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::the smell of fresh tea and scones drifts down the hall::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::opens the door:: Hello, Lieutenant. How may I help you? Alexis McFarland: Eating pie? Johnson Kenyon: ::walking in...:: Dr Davis? ::reaches out hand:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh. ::notices she's being watched:: I am simply forming theories at the moment. A very complex interaction between star and planet. Dacia Sandero: ::Cleaning up after Kenyon's exams:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: I smell something yummy! Amanda Davis PhD: ::takes his hand:: Nice to meet you Lieutenant.....? Alexis McFarland: ::smells:: Smells like tea. But not the kind Dacia drinks. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Indeed it is. Annisha: This is going to take hours... Johnson Kenyon: Thank you. I didn't realize we had a counselor on board. Tae'Lynn Dran: I am surprised those on the surface did not suffer more radiation exposure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Wants to find the yummy things.:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Your assessment of the nebula status as well. Amanda Davis PhD: Please, do come in. Yes, I'm usually in my office, and if I am not you can page me. Johnson Kenyon: ::taking a seat and looking at the scones:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not even sure we can count the star, planet, and nebula as distinct celestial objects. They interact more as parts of a whole. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Though his sandwich was tasty, it was the tea that sparked his interest. A good cup of hot tea is hard to beat :: Amanda Davis PhD: May I offer you tea and scones? Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a scone:: Thank you. Amanda Davis PhD: And please, I did not catch your name, Lieutenant. Alexis McFarland: Pie. Dacia Sandero: ::treating another patient:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I wish we could go get yummy things... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking back at her notes:: I'm kinda interested if the energy damping wave had something to do with the reduced radiation exposure. Some type of self cleaning process. Tarisa: Miana> Oh! I can go ask your neemah! Tae'Lynn Dran: Further research is needed though. Johnson Kenyon: ::rubs his chin and looks her in the eye:: Johnson.... Kenyon Johnson... I just got back from a 4 day trip on the Ni.... whatever the name of that Romulan shuttle is Alexis McFarland: yes, I'd go ask her but I can't move Tarisa: ::Interested.:: Alexis McFarland: SHe'd probably know where yummy things are Amanda Davis PhD: The Nei'rrh. Then you've been through quite a bit. :::sets tea next to him:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::her office is very Victorian, as is her dress, since she is a civilian:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes out and finds Dacia, tugging on her lab coat tail.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Could hint at some exciting prospects for advanced radiation treatment. Johnson Kenyon: What I've been through isn't the worst of it... I'm afraid I don't trust our Chief Engineer anymore. Dacia Sandero: ::turns around:: Oh hello, Miana. Can I help you? Chirakis: And the possibility of anyone using that nebula as a conduit from one nebula to another? Annisha: :: Sees the doctor, then turns back to her work :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, turning a little shy.:: Where are the yummy things? We can smell them. Amanda Davis PhD: And why would that be? ::relaxes in her chair, a tea cup on the small table next to her::: Tae'Lynn Dran: That would be a question for a subspace specialist. Dacia Sandero: Yummy things? Ah, there's some tea and scones coming from Dr. Davis' office. She's busy with a patient right now, but she's also left some in the kitchenette. I'll take you. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Chirakis: ::nods:: Anything else? ::to both:: Johnson Kenyon: I don't know if he was playing some sick game, but on that shuttle, when our power shut off... he said we could blow up. Dacia Sandero: ::guides Miana to the small kitchenette where the doctors take their break. On a table are some of Amanda's scones and for the other medical staff:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves Gila over :: Johnson Kenyon: that we shouldn't engage the engines... then after minimal modifications to the shields... he decides to test them and bring her to warp. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Not at the moment. Amanda Davis PhD: Have you talked to him about that? Asked anyone else about that situation? Tae'Lynn Dran: We have posted a navigational hazard report on the area? Chirakis: We have. Johnson Kenyon: I don't think I can talk to him now... I'm angry and he just got his kid back Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sigh of relief:: Dacia Sandero: There we go, help yourself. Though I don't know if you drink tea, I don't believe it's caffeinated so you should be fine there. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Thinking she was out of sight, she walks over and sits with Nijil :: Chief, as I understand. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, and quite a job it is. Alexis McFarland: ::Plays a game on her PADD:: Amanda Davis PhD: Was there anyone else on the ship that you could talk to? Johnson Kenyon: I haven't decided, but I think I may need to switch departments.... or bring it up to the Commander. Tarisa: Miana> Can I take some to Alexis and Annisha? Dacia Sandero: Yes, of course. Can you carry it by yourself? Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa was there, but she dutifully obeyed his directive... I just thought she was a robot Annisha: What!? What's happening in sector 392? Alexis McFarland: I don't know. What is happening in sector 392? Amanda Davis PhD: Before you make any judgement, may I suggest you take some time off, then talk to someone else. Johnson Kenyon: Actually, the only thing that gives me comfort in this situation is working Amanda Davis PhD: And what would that be? Annisha: In the game. There's a back hole there now. Chirakis: ::Tarisa, Dran:: Very well. Carry on. Johnson Kenyon: just keeping myself busy... helps me to think Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts stuff on a tray. Nods.:: Mm. Alexis McFarland: That's not good. At least it's not a quasar though. Annisha: Those are in the expansion. Dacia Sandero: That’s good. Alexis McFarland: Oh. Tarisa: Miana> ::Carefully grabs the tray and starts carrying it.:: Amanda Davis PhD: If you believe it helps, then by all means. But please, before you judge Commander Korjata's words or actions, talk to him. Ask him why he said that. I'm sure he has a very good explanation. Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops, looking up at Dacia.:: Um...Can you thank the lady who made these? Johnson Kenyon: ::signs:: that's why I'm talking to you Dacia Sandero: Once she finishes with her patient, you can Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/1/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting post mission discussions. Chirakis: Very well, TBS will be a few hours - that will bring us to 1300. After lunch. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  27. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |1 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 0830 hours (8:30 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole have arrived with Nei’rrh and Argos II. All personnel who were aboard Nei'rrh and Argos II have reported to medical for a thorough examination. Only a few remain in the medical complex. None experienced radiation poisoning. Captain Kelley has informed Captain Chirakis that Iowa and Kole will soon rejoin their strike force at the border as backup for USS Missouri. At sim begin, families will be reunited and a more relaxed atmosphere will prevail.
  28. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1020, STARDATE 51902.25 = /\ = Manticore was ordered to sector 821 just within the Federations deep space territory. Upon arrival they found a starbase destroyed by a ship gone rogue. Suddenly Manticore seemingly went "rogue" herself severely damaging the USS Bauer in the process. Soon the engineering team was able to regain control of the ship then assessed the Bauer. Damage done to the ship will require Manticore to tow them back to base. In addition, sensors discovered an unidentified warp trail leaving the sector. Then, after retrieving the starbase black box, science determined there had been a cloaked ship present during the Sumadi's attack on the starbase. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1020, STARDATE 51902.25 = /\ = 190225.log
  29. SD 0224.2018 The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful.
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