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  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |18 January 2019 6 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.127 TBS is 2 days. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. During what was 2 days Aegis time, 3 days have passed on the planet that has now claimed two ships. Dr Brubaker has opened his small home to any of Argos II who are allowed to leave the ship. On this 3rd day, Dr Y’shta has accompanied the children to Dr Brubaker’s home where they are enjoying their time with Whippet, the pond, and a few dazzling colored stones that they have found. On Aegis, the upgraded sensor grid has detected distortion waves that conform to planetary gravity wells where the Argos II disappeared. SubCommander Korjata, Lieutenant (jg) Kenyon, and Lt Commander Tarisa left on the Nei’rrh in search of Argos II. Shuttlecraft Warren is in the area using a narrowed search grid from Aegis’ upgraded sensors. At sim begin, Nei’rrh will be approaching the search area to rendezvous with the shuttle Warren.
  3. The Emerald Planet Dr Jeremiah Brubaker and his dog, Whippet, had spent the last ten years alone on this planet, so the presence of others had lifted their spirits considerably. The remnants of his crashed shuttle provided all the comfort of home, and then some. His garden thrived in rich soil, and the water that bubbled continually from a source far below ground served its purpose well. There were few animals, but nothing that threatened people or dogs. At least he had not found any. Small water creatures that resembled frogs enjoyed the pool. Butterfly-like winged creatures pollinated plants, a few snakes preferred flies to dogs or people, but there were no large predators. It was a sort of utopia in that regard. However, the planet was varied to the extreme, and he wondered why. How did the soil in this area become so rich when, just a few kilometers away and on the opposite side of the hills, the soil was desolate. On earth, even the desert bloomed once in a while, but in the last ten years there had been no plants at all in the desert. Both areas received the same amount of sun and the same amount of rain. The desert sand was fertile enough, though not many creatures lurked there, and it was not salty at all. It was strange. Of course, diversity was the theme of nature, but this planet seemed diverse to the extreme. To deal with this conundrum, Jeremiah had explored as much of the planet as possible, and in so doing he had learned quite a bit. Rather, he had discovered what he had not anticipated. Exploring the rolling hills of what had become his home led him to the other side of the planet—which was actually a planetoid if you want to be picky about it—and a cave whose entrance looked like it had regurgitated its contents a few eons ago. Using Whippet’s keen sense of smell and a lantern from the crashed shuttle, they entered the cave and proceeded as far into it as possible. It didn’t take long to realize that the cave was more of a conduit to the core of the planet, and eventually they both decided—yes, even Whippet—that they would go no farther, and it was time to turn back. In the hand written diary that Jeremiah preferred over technology, he noted that inside the cavern, one side was frozen to icicles and the other side was very warm. Not incredibly hot, mind you, but warm enough to make the area above ground a desert. In other words, the sun provided one source of heat and the internal warmth of the mountain provided the other, creating a desert hot enough to keep indigenous plants from growing. Likewise, the hills that were closer to the planet’s icy core received the same amount of sunlight, which balanced the temperature above enough to allow indigenous plants to grow. Of course there were areas between the two, but Jeremiah’s main focus was on what seemed strange to him. What he chose not to mention in his diary was the presence of a certain stone. Of course, he didn’t expect anyone to find him in this remote area of space, otherwise they would have rescued him years ago, so why did he choose not to mention them? He didn’t believe that their presence mattered, except from a scientific point of view. Half way into their exploration of the cavern Jeremiah spotted vibrant green beryl crystals protruding from layers of a calcite and shale mixture. He broke off several crystals, some of which were quite long, to use them as decoration in and around his shuttle-home. Once in a while he thought of his mother and his sisters, remembering how much they loved the color green. He returned to the cavern several times, not only to explore it for geological specimens, but to gather a few more emerald crystals. When strung together and hung outside by the garden, they made wonderful chimes that soothed him when he longed for home. Today, a gentle breeze stirred them into a tuneful melody. “Ah, there they are, Whippet,” he called as the dog bounded puppy-like toward the children. “Be careful, girl,” he said following after at a spritely pace. “One of them needs special care, but you know that, don’t you?”
  4. Last week
  5. Computer Begin Log * Chirp Chirp* I have been told that the Nebula Class is the "Little Brother" to the Galaxy Class Starship in Starfleet. I've only had a couple of days aboard the Manticore and can definitely say this ship is not little. Nor is the pile a PADDS at my desk right now. There is so much to learn about this ship, beyond the Standard Nebula Class Engineering files. The Ship has two warp cores, ready to use. I had heard at the academy that newer Starship designs...like the Intrepid ..have a spare in a disassembled state that could be brought online in ....say a couple of days; Manticore has additional power seemingly on demand. The crew have been very welcoming. Perhaps they know that this is a tough ship to get started on. They clearly have a "tough love" approach to getting us going. The Captain and the Commander were no nonsense and seemed tough as nails. Our Chief engineer is quite friendly and seems down to earth, even though he is a Betazoid. One interesting thing about Manticore is the relatively small crew size for a Starship her size. I believe our crew is just under 300. That gives our crew quite a bit of space compared to a Galaxy Class stuffing 1,000 crew and family. I even have own small quarters with a view port! It'd say I'm about 4'olock on the ships Saucer, ventral side with a view of our warp engine. Very Cool. Hope not to disappoint the new crew I am with. Next thing once I get settled is checking into the gym! Computer End Log. *Chirp Chirp*
  6. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1014, STARDATE 51901.14 = /\ = The Manticore and her crew have received a thorough outfitting at Starbase 214. Now they get prepared for their next mission. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1014, STARDATE 519101.14 = /\ = 190114.log
  7. SD 0113.2018 The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power.
  8. Back on Arcadia, the crew prepares for the next meeting with the Alphanull and the Vabrians, trying to figure out their intentions. chatlog2019-1-6.txt
  9. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: << Everyone give me a number 1-10 >> William Chocox: ((8)) Irene Mincine: ((6)) Maryse Dubois: ((7)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 3 )) Cptn Swain: (( this is going to be pretty lol )) Indaura Ryssan: (3) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The wave roils out in a gorgeous display that no doubt is taking like half of a seasons budget. And in that moment, sensors detect almost a window opening in the explosion where a freighter is moving along at impulse. Sensors detect a distress call and then a second explosion rippling out from the "window." The energy dispersed is massive, sending all four ships flying in various directions. Cptn Swain: ::Grabs onto the railing again as the Excalibur is sent flying in all directions:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had braced for the impact, but even those few moments of preparation weren't sufficient to keep her from being knocked about. The armrest of her chair struck her ribs hard and her fingers dug into the fabric as she tried to keep her seat.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: bracing for something or not, she's trying to keep medical in preparation mode :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries to brace herself at her station but ends up flying across her side of the bridge, slamming into some broken piece of equipment as the Science II station showers the area in sparks and slag. She remains down once the shaking calms down. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Manages to get braced between a wall and a biobed.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :::oof:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura is tossed to the wall as the ship and all of its contents are spun around on all three axis :: Hunter Matheson: ::Kal had seen it coming and braced for impact, but the milliseconds he had to respond went beyond ordinary response. His head snapped back against the helm chair, then forward and sideways several times, and he blacked out::: Cptn Swain: ::Pulling himself back, up looking more rumpled than before a cut on his forehead bleeding:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Has the wind knocked out of her :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls herself up, looking around sickbay.:: Is everyone alright? Irene Mincine: :: Irene groans, confirming she can still move all her limbs at least. She doesn’t get up, though. :: “...impact.” :: She’s tangled up in a pile of metal and electronics. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pushed her hair out of her face as the ship slowed and winced as her next breath stung painfully.:: +Medical+ Everyone in one piece down there? We need assistance on the bridge. Indaura Ryssan: I feel mauled by a pakled, but I am alright. Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on everyone.:: +Miranda+ We're a little shaken. I'll be on my way. Cptn Swain: ::Pulls himself up more fully:: That hurt. Hunter Matheson: ::he finally comes around, muttering something about getting helmets and tack gear and maybe a new head and neck if they got any at MARDET::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a kit.:: I'll go to the bridge. I think I don't need to mention we're about to get busy. I'll be back as fast as I can. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped at her armrest console, sending a message to all decks for a damage report.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: What happened? William Chocox: ::looks around after shaking his head to clear it:: Is there an alarm going or are my ears just ringing? William Chocox: +Bridge+ Guys, what just happened? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::had strapped in seconds before so was shaken but not stirred:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starting to pull himself together:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ One of the damaged ships ejected their core and it flew into the nearby spatial anomaly. We were hit by the blast. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Most of the consoles on the bridge are out, and power is flickering intermittently as the automated systems struggle to compensate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need status on our engines and power systems. We're all but dead up here. Irene Mincine: “I think I’m gonna need a new station, Commander.” :: Science II is a smoking pile. Irene somehow managed to avoid getting burned too badly, at least. The blood she spit up was a little concerning though. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks around :: The ship is having trouble. Our backups have kicked on... Hunter Matheson: ::rests his elbows on the console, head in his hands to stop the spinning and mutters::: Holy sh*t.. what was that? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Yeah, I've got a million alarms going on. Let me see what I can get you. William Chocox: ::starts getting status reports:: Maryse Dubois: ::I'm not sure what happened, but you have sickbay. ::Takes her kit and heads for the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Safe travel... Hunter Matheson: Tork> You okay boss? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and stumbled to her feet to one of the aux consoles to see if she can diagnose the problem from the bridge.:: Medical is on the way, Mincine. Hunter Matheson: ::breathing deeply:: Dunno. Take helm... if there still is one. Hunter Matheson: Tork> On it. Cptn Swain: ::Finding a console, he also started looking:: External sensors are offline. It's a wonder we have internal sensors. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working as best he can but not sure exactly what he can do:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets calls from those injured around the ship :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around.:: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Hey guys, the good news is that the warp core is mostly ok. The bad news is that the entire propulsion system is a bit...um...messed up. Cptn Swain: Lovely. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed. :: “I’ll be fine, Commander. I think I bit my tongue when I landed. My back’s killing me, though. Can’t we get some softer bridge walls?” :: She reached behind herself, seeing her hand covered in blood when she pulls it out. :: “Oh...” Cptn Swain: Let's see about the other ships. Cptn Swain: Are communications working? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees the first of the injured at medical's doorstep :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes over to Miranda and Irene, popping open her kit.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning on the helm console, eyes pressed shut against a massive headache:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hisses as she bent to remove the control panel to one of the consoles, pulling one of the diagnostic chips to scan with her tricorder.:: Cptn Swain: CardboardKhal> Communications array is down. Indaura Ryssan: :: Points to the beds :: Guess we have to line up... Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the blood on Irene's hand.:: Are you able to move? ::Scanning.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, I think Mincine and Matheson got the worst of it, though the Captain seems to be bleeding, as well. Cptn Swain: :Miranda:: So much for the quiet mission, huh? Irene Mincine: “We have to stop meeting like this.” :: Irene said as Maryse arrived. It looks like whatever Irene slammed into decided to get revenge by ramming a thick steel rod into her kidneys. :: “Yeah, I can move, Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stops working and looks to Kal::: Irene Mincine: “ I just can’t get up.” Cptn Swain: I am fine. ::Touches forehead:: It’s just a scratch. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::somehow not bleeding green:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander, what's priority number one? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Get under the console and check the chips first - see if they're salvageable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ First priority is making sure our essential systems don't go down. Second would be sensors. We need to know where we are. Engines will take longest. Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating the injured :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a glance as she replaced the chip in the console and reached for another.:: I knew it was too good to be true. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. ::starts delegating before grabbing his tools to get to work:: Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns.:: No, don't move. You have a rod in your kidney. +Indaura+ I need a stretcher team to sickbay. And get the surgical team ready. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::slips to the deck and starts checking the chips:: Irene Mincine: “That’s... pretty bad, right...?” :: Irene was looking and sounding pretty out of it. A dark stain spread out from her lower back of her uniform and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning as he toyed with his own console. Not being a starfleet lifer, he didn't have much in the way of engineering expertise on their systems:: Maryse Dubois: Yeah it's bad, but quite fixable. ::Gives Irene a hypo as a stretcher team comes to collect her. They work carefully to free her from the console and get her to sickbay. Maryse then goes to Hunter.:: How are you doing, Gunny? Irene Mincine: :: Irene conks out and gets carried away. The Science II station continues shooting sparks. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snapped her fingers at Issaha and gestured to the chip she was holding.:: Start pulling these from the bottom, scan it for viability, and put it back if it is good. If it's bad, toss it and we'll replace it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Wrinkled her forehead at the sparking science console. Grunting in pain, she bent down to yank out the power node, cutting power to it entirely.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and begins doing so:: Irene Mincine: :: The console finally goes out with one of those power-down hums. :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::finds most of the chips okay, a few need replacing::: Cptn Swain: ::Fiddling with the console around the bridge ring, it sparked a bit causing him to pull back a bit:: Hunter Matheson: ::Dubois:: Feel like hell. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts scanning him.:: Hunter Matheson: Head jerked around, snapped neck, nothing more. Just wanna puke... and sleep. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Working on her patients :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1014, STARDATE 51901.13 = /\ = The Manticore and her crew have received a thorough outfitting at Starbase 214. Now they get prepared for their next mission. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1014, STARDATE 519101.13 = /\ =
  11. nemesis

    I can't say what the GMs will say about this, I am just a retired simmer. For the record my copy of Nemesis (along with countless other Star Trek content) resides on one of my hard drives. (Actually writing this post reminded it its a good idea to back it all up) I think it comes down to how good the new content is. I mean we all have parts of Trek we ignore/hate, hard to after what 50 years to bat 1.000 with the fans. If the continuing adventures of Captain Picard are good, more in line with the Pre-kelvine verse Trek. I can see GMs taking it on. If it's more of the post-Kelvine verse, look how pretty the lights are, and no depth to it. I can see it being dropped like Sunday in the middle of January. Kids might like a good icy treat, but not in the middle of winter.
  12. “Brain Games” Super weird things spin around in your brain when you’ve been hit with something the size of El Cap. Well, maybe it wasn’t El Cap size, but it sure felt like it. This time the helm console takes the prize. What prize? The “Whoever gets Gunny slap happy first takes the beer" prize. Not exactly slap happy, but it takes a while to get your bearings, and even when you do, all kinds of stuff bounces back and forth—a ping pong ball not quite hitting the net and bouncing over… and over… and over. Kal figured that the ship had stopped spinning but his brain didn’t. It was definitely on a roll. At this point, the best pillow he had was the most recent nemesis, the helm console, so he stayed put, forehead resting on crossed arms, breathing deeply while he tried to keep his act together. And the way to keep you act together is to take notes. Sounds weird, but it works. It keeps your brain focused on something you want to think about instead of the ping-pong ball inside your brain. He just wants to get the stupid out in case he survives. And if he remembers the notes, he might just take himself up on ‘em. And if he doesn’t survive, whoever takes over can use it as a reference. Nice. Note # 1: Heads are not re-attachable, and you only have one. Unless you're an android, and even then you're taking a big chance. Note #2 Helm chairs are comfortable until they aren't. Sure, they're padded and got sweet arm rests with a cup holder, but they’re also bolted to the decking with the toughest alloy in the galaxy. And the decking is attached to the ship. If you're sitting there when the ship takes a major hit, that seat moves with the ship. You don't. Every jerk and spin takes you and your head counter to thrust, so unless you're secured with a five-point, a sudden reverse thrust or explosion smashes your head against the helm console, snaps your neck a couple times, then bonks your head again. Not so nice. Note #3 Working toward Akira Helm Master Certification is stupid unless you know what you’re getting into. Think about it. Just because that Akira is a lean, mean, flyin’ machine and puts everything else in port to shame doesn't mean it’s gonna treat you well. And it doesn’t mean you should listen to the stories at the bar, then perk up when someone drops a hint that they're looking for a new helmsman. That’s a dead giveaway that the guy might be a recruiter. So think before you sign. And ask. Exactly why do you need a new helmsman? If he didn’t retire, then what exactly happened to him on that last op? Remember the recruiter who spun his story so well that you signed up? He knew the real story. You didn't. You sign up for helm? He grins. Big time. You’re so psyched you can’t wait. He's psyched because he gets another bonus. He’s trained. You aren’t. Note #4 Watch out. Remember the Sirens in The Odyssey? If you don’t remember, better take a look ‘cause that Akira might be beautiful, but she’s a Siren. Once you take hold of her, you’re not gonna leave. Do I ever want to leave? You kiddin’ me? Hell no! Treat Excal right and she’s a sweet lady. Easy handling, smooth to the touch, and maneuvering? Handles like an SOC-R. [That’s a Special Ops Craft- Riverine if you don’t know. She’s an awesome babe, too.] Anyway, I’m never leavin’ if I can help it. Note #5 Make sure a damn good medical staff comes with the Akira. You're gonna need it. “How are you doing, Gunny?” Huh? Sounds like the doc. Walks like the doc. Must be the doc. “Uh… head jerked around a couple times,” he muttered without looking up. “Neck snapped. Nothin’ more that I can feel right now. Hell of a headache. Just wanna puke. And sleep.”
  13. McFly sat casually in the chair in front of the desk in the empty office as he waited for Consul General Elaine Jaffe to arrive. He’s only had a handful of interactions with her previously and was not a fan of her sternness. He tapped his finger on the arm rest while he waited. Without warning, a holographic display of Jaffe beamed into the room. First filling the room with light then dulling as the image focused and she appeared as if physically sitting in the room. She fidgeted with multiple padds and never looked up to see McFly sitting in the chair in front of her. McFly sat up straight as soon as he saw her appear. He wasn’t used to holographic communications and had to calm his heart down from the suddenness of her arrival. He also didn’t like the tightness of her hair bun since to him that indicated a larger than normal stick up ones rectum. “Since when did we get holographic coms?” He asked. “Space stations have used holo-coms for many years now.” She said very matter-of-factly. “Oh. Why don’t we use them on star ships?” “Enough of that.” McFly looked away and took a deep breath. “I trust Atragon 9 discussed procedures with you?” She asked again without looking up from her padds. McFly began to slouch in his chair losing interest in formality. “Uh, yeah.” “And the data crystal?” “Yep, that’s where I get all my super-secret messages from.” “Understand the crystal is just a decryption device. Messages will be delivered encrypted on standard top secret channels.” “Oh, ok.” “And I must reiterate, messages and orders you receive through such communique are for your eyes only. Any information you relay to your crew, including your first officer, are on a need to know basis and you are urged to use proper judgement on what is “need to know”.” He eyes glanced upwards towards McFly to help emphasize the point then back down to her pile of padds. “Of course, well I guess that explains why we never know what the heck our missions are till we actually get there.” McFly chuckles quickly then turns it into a cough when he sees the CG’s lack of personality. “And speaking of which, the fleet counsel will have a first officer assigned to your ship within the week.” “I uh, I already have a first officer.” Jaffe looks up from her stash of padds for the first time. “Excuse me?” McFly furrows his brow in confusion. “Didn’t you get the paper work?” “No. I didn’t.” She says sternly. “Guess someone’s getting some lashings when you get back to the office.” He again laughs to himself then quickly hides it. “Who is your first officer, Captain?” McFly feels like a dog about to whimper as Jaffe stares him down. “That would be Commander Kenickie, new pip and everything.” Jaffe begins to look through one of her padds. “Are you two still in a relationship?” “I mean as far as I know. Why did you hear something?” He chuckles to himself. “Captain, who authorized you to promote your XO?” He raised his eyebrow. “I did? I’m allowed to make promotions and assign senior staff.” “You said Atragon briefed you on procedure and protocol. It doesn’t seem like it.” “I never said protocol.” Jaffe is not amused. “The Executive Officer position aboard a star ship is just as critical as its Commanding Officer. And is thus assigned and or approved through Command. This goes double for Special Ops where everything and everyone is tightly controlled due to the outside scrutiny put upon us.” “I don’t understand the problem.” “The problem is you failed to follow protocol, Captain. Special Ops is not Section 31 that does whatever it wants under everyone’s nose. We have rules that must be followed to maintain order within our organization.” McFly straightens himself to a more formal position. “Now wait a minute, Kansas Kenickie is a fine officer who has proven her worth more times than is accounted for. Not only has she earned the position but she’s proved critical to the wellbeing of the ship.” “That is not for you to decide. You are exactly the reason we have such procedures in place so the Captain can’t put his girlfriend in the seat next to him.” “Atragon and Sovak both had their spouses in ranking positions next to them at one point.” “Exactly my point. Look at the history of those relationships and their eventuality… And they are much more meritorious than you have proven yourself to be.” “Fine, then why am I even here?” “It’s because you have two officers who were able to convince the SO Fleet Command that you were worthy of an opportunity. Left up to me the Manticore would be decommissioned.” “Damn, sucks for you don’t it?” “Careful McFly, Command is honoring a request, not an order.” “Alright let’s cut to the chase. I know I’m no one’s first choice for anything. I know Atragon and Sovak are largely the reason I’m even here. If you could find someone else to take on this ship they’d be here. Whether it’s due to lack of man-power or disinterest in this motley crew I don’t know. But here we are. So don’t assume I’m completely inept, or ignorant. You need us, we get results, despite our methods or meritorious or whatever big words you have. We’re probably one of the few able to get the job done. Which means despite your contempt for us, you can’t get rid of us. And what’s even better is it’s probably out of your control, which just pisses you off.” McFly leaned back in his chair, his heart racing and holding back a smile. Jaffe carefully laid the padd she had been hold on the desk. She straitened her tunic and folded her hands together on the desk. “Thank god I don’t have to work with you Captain.” She said quietly and calmly. “As Consul General, my duties go above and beyond what you’ll ever experience. Our meeting today is a courtesy so I am able to know my Captains and how best to use their skills in the field. Your skills don’t give me a lot of promise. Your ship is only one out of an entire fleet. Your Admirals, which I hold in high regard, have been reassigned to best utilize their skills. I don’t need you. What I need are ships able to follow orders and maintain stability in the quadrant.” Jaffe leaned in closer on her desk, “You’re not special. Not to me, not to the fleet.” McFly takes a deep breath and straightens himself in his chair. Jaffe returns to her upright position. “I already regret allowing Manticore to remain in service but out of loyalty to Atragon and Sovak I will let it continue… for now. Manticore will be under probation until it is deemed by Fleet Command that it is able to preserve the dignity befitting Special Ops and you are able to maintain the order and stability of a Starfleet Captain. Failure to do so will result you and your crew being spread out amongst a fleet of waste reclamation ships. Am I clear?” Trying not to feel one inch tall McFly responds promptly, “Yes sir.” “Very good. Dismissed.” And with that, the hologram of Jaffe disappeared and McFly sat in an empty office.
  14. "Dark Star" Personal Log: Stardate 0112.19 Early in the evening, Theo was found on the recreational/training deck completing a vigorous Judo calisthenics program. In full judogi regalia, the ensign gave the air a punch with his clenched fist. With another hiyAh!, Theo kicked the air with his foot. Finally with a loud hiyAhAh!, he performed a roundhouse kick and settled back down onto the mat. Beads of sweat trickled from his temples. With each breath, a solution began to form in his mind. It was only yesterday in CnC when he initiated the gaseous chromatography program from Science Station II. Looking at the data from the sensors, the Nebula showed many results in the red wavelengths. Ensign Dumont knew he would find the star they were looking for using the infrared detectors on the lateral sensor array. One particular section of the Nebula was composed of a concentration of methane. Brown dwarf stars have a lot of methane in their atmospheres. Brown dwarfs also fuse lithium in their cores. So, while difficult to spot, it was wise to look for that element being emitted by any probable star. Brown dwarfs are also very dense and very old, so locating a gravity well near the star shouldn't be that difficult. The precise spectral class of the star was to be determined later. But once there was a clear indication from an active graviton scan of a brown dwarf with planets orbiting in a stable system, this would give us a more precise location for the ongoing search. Theo toweled off and decided that a lengthy sonic shower was ineluctable.
  15. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/11/19 =/\= 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. Sensor grid upgrades are close to completion. We hope to find the missing freighter, Argos II. Shuttle Warren is on SAR. On an unknown planet, Argos II is trying to repair their damage. Dr Jeremiah Brubaker has been stranded there for 10 years. He and Erei'Riov Kushana of Argos II are exchanging information. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the sensors from Main engineering:: Theobald Dumont: ::examining a sample in the geology lab:: Jylliene: ::on CNC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sick bay :: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC, still observing:: Chirakis: ::CnC, monitoring progress with Cmdr Coleridge::: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, Internal OPS::: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at her console.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Petting the doggy, doing her best to keep distracted.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at a side station on the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ As I understand it, the sensor sweep will happen and then the processors will sort through the data. The changes will take a moment, but they should work relatively soon Theobald Dumont: ::looking at a vivisection of the core under a microscope:: Tarisa: +Kenyon+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: @ Alexis> ::looks at the dog :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::discussing things with Erei'Riov Kushana::: Chirakis: ::listening to the exchange between Kenyon and Tarisa::: Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne:: Anything I need to know about this sector? Tarisa: ::Continuing her sweep.:: Jylliene: ::wondering if the girls are okay, trying to trust that the captain of the Argos will find a way to signal Aegis:: Annisha: @ Kushana> So, two of my officers and myself will go back with au to the site of your ship. My first officer, engineers and medical will stay with the Argos II, along with the children. Theobald Dumont: ::putting the next specimen under the light:: +Computer+ increase magnification. Dacia Sandero: ::hopes likewise of the girls as Jylliene :: Chirakis: ::assuming he would say so if there were, but she is anxious about the children and will probably be busying herself with other things::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is very little traffic through the area, all things considered. A nebula is the most prominent fixture of the location. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> ::pets the dog as well:: Chirakis: ::turns:: The nebula is close to us? Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Tarisa: I am getting faint distortion waves from the area. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watching the sensor feed.:: Theobald Dumont: ::picking at the core sample with a small blue lighted tweezer-like instrument:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: To Tarisa :: Distortion waves? What is their nature? Johnson Kenyon: ::monitoring the distortion on the sensors... wondering what kind it is... tapping console:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Whippet> :::wearing down since he has not played with children for so long, he snuggles up to them for a nap:: Tarisa: ::Curious.:: Gravimetric. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila...Shuttlecraft Warren> :: Maintaining a scanning pattern until they get further orders, and glad there is a replicator on board :: Tarisa: There should not be such waves, unless there was a planet nearby. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Tarisa :: May not play well with warp propulsion... Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> Doge sleep Chirakis: ::listening carefully::: Theobald Dumont: ::determining the age of the mineral stratification:: Tarisa: ::Looking over to Dran to confirm.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Finally purrs, since they first crashed.:: Annisha: :: Annisha was feeling a bit woozy, even after all this time :: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the specialty sensors running in tandem with the lateral sensors:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, yes. ::looking the data over, checking the math:: Patterns conform to planetary gravity wells. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: To Chirakis :: It's... well, a few light years out. Outside of what we normally scan. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis ::relaxing a bit:: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne:: Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Lights! ::breathes deeply:: ::to the technician:: I think we'll save the rest for another day. ::sits back:: Jylliene: ::scrolling through reports a second, then a third time, in case of anything she had missed in her state of mind:: Annisha: @ What time is it? Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> noonish Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not able to do his job well under the circumstances :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Flight Deck+ Is the Nei'rrh ready? Tarisa: We should be able to formulate a rough search area for the shuttle. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing a bit of confusion in Main Engineering... tries to pick up the slack and provide some direction:: Theobald Dumont: ::exits the geology lab and enters main science:: ::looks over the duty roster:: Annisha: @ Kushana> I believe we are ready to go? :: to the doctor :: Johnson Kenyon: ::disappointed he didn't hear back from Commander Coleridge... hopes Nijil will recover soon:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Main engineering seemed rather lonely right about now, the sensor upgrades proceeded on schedule, but... :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Kenyon, do au have a report on the sensor upgrade status? Theobald Dumont: ::gets the chills, imagining how far down they had to drill through the ice:: ::moves on to the next tasks:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Commander. We should designate the closest point the shuttle should arrive for a telescopic scan for a planet. A visual location may be more reliable than what sensors are giving us. It also reduces the risk of. ::pauses:: sending another ship into an unstable location. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Yes, if your little group is, I certainly am. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at Nijil and standing:: Yes, sir. They are up and running. They seem to be improving the collective scanning capability now. mimipavilion: ::paying close attention to Jylliene and Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Agreed. ::Looking over for a moment, before setting a point on the map.:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Let's begin. :: Walks down the ramp to the rear of the cargo vessel :: Oh, this is hot... Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to figure out how Nijil is holding up:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Whippet, should we take them for a dip in the pool, girl? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: It will take some time for the processing to catch up. Fletcher Jackson: @ Whippet> ::suddenly excited, barks, tail wagging::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Do au have any children Mr. Kenyon? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Perks up.:: Johnson Kenyon: :Nijil:: No.. I'm single. I cannot imagine what you're going through Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> And the children? Will they be able to come? With the injuries they have, I mean. Jylliene: ::Trying to ensure she stays focused on the task at hand, exhales softly:: Theobald Dumont: ::walking around the main science lab going over each sub-departments' projects:: Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> hmm? Tarisa: I have the point set on the map. ::To Chirakis / Scott.:: With permission, I would like the Warren to begin the search. Chirakis: ::nods affirmative to Scott:: Annisha: @Kushana> One in particular has suffered a head injury. Since I don't know the journey or the dangers I erred on the side of caution. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Ah. Very well. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Agreed. Theobald Dumont: ::making notes here and there on a padd, accessing the wall consoles here and there in main science:: Scott Coleridge: Forward your suggested search pattern to Ops. Annisha: @Kushana> The one that is injured would like the walk the most. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Once you have the search pattern, instruct the Warren to begin immediately and send their data back to us. Tarisa: ::Looks to Jylliene, nodding in assurance.:: Sending coordinates. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: With respect, do you need to take some time off? Annisha: @Kushana> And my employer's granddaughter Tae'Lynn Dran: A spectral scan should tell the atmospheric makeup of any planets. Fletcher Jackson: ::watching his counterpart, just in case he's needed::: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Well, then. Whenever you are ready, we'll go. Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to get out there and search for them... time off without searching would be... an even greater injustice of my time. Jylliene: Sending to the Warren. Annisha: @Kushana> :: starts to walk :: Lead the way doctor... Johnson Kenyon: ((I'm told the sensor upgrades operate the specialty sensors at the same time.... press a button and in a moment you should see a spectral scan)) Jylliene: ::sends pattern to the Warren, as well as the Big Go-Ahead and the instruction to relay data back:: Theobald Dumont: ::replicates a black tea hot w/lemon:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving closer to Nijil and talking softly:: I could go with you Tae'Lynn Dran: ::quietly working on scans to ID any signs of ship destruction. Keeping those to herself for the moment:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Of course. Come, Whippet. Let's lead the way. ::making the way to the exit and turns in the direction of several small hills::: mimipavilion: ::notes that their fine and decides to go to engineering to check on Nijil , makes her way to the tl:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I would need permission to search and they have not narrowed down the section of space yet. Tarisa: @ Miana> Bye puppy. Come play again! mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sure the Argos II is not destroyed. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> Doge bye Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sighs :: +CnC+ Korjata to CnC Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: We may well have that section of space soon. Science has already discovered at least one planet on their route Chirakis: ::hears the SubCommander::: Theobald Dumont: ::puts his tea down and starts polishing an eyepiece:: Fletcher Jackson: +Nijil+ Internal OPS here. Go ahead. mimipavilion: ::arrives in engineering:: Jylliene: ::ears perk, listens in:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The Nei'rrh is ready to go, permission to search for the Argos II Jylliene: ::aloud in the background:: What? Chirakis: ::turns to Scott, eyebrow raised slightly::: Tarisa: ::Using the spectral setting. Perks up at the comm.:: Scott Coleridge: ::echoes:: What? Theobald Dumont: ::hums to himself:: Let's see, what's next? ::continues to him and goes about his business in main science:: Jylliene: ::turns toward the sound of the speaker from Jackson's console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::puzzled look at Jylliene's reaction:: mimipavilion: ::looks around for Nijil and sees him and goes over to him and hears him asking to search Argos II:: ummm excuse me? Chirakis: ::approaches Scott, speaking quietly:: One more could not hurt, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Kenyon :: Au need some training on a Rihan vessel Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: turns to Mimi :: Ie doctor? mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Nijil... waiting for the doctor:: Chirakis: ::turned so Jyllene cannot easily hear the conversation:: And Nei’rrh is an excellent Search and Rescue vessel. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::leads the group around several hills, and the journey is not as long as it seemed to be when he took it the first time::: Theobald Dumont: ::sits at science station two and performs a level 3 diagnostic with manual calibration:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I know the Nei'rrh is. I'm more concerned about its pilot. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Mimi :: Au mean joining the search, for my own daughter, and the others? mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: I mean your mental state. Chirakis: (w) Perhaps if he had a companion? Someone to keep an eye on him? mimipavilion: and yes Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> There.. up ahead. That patch of green. That is my home. Scott Coleridge: Good idea. Theobald Dumont: ::flips through display after display for optimal efficiency:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au mean despondent, worrisome, prone to not paying attention to his duties? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::wishing all the social interactions and relations had been mapped out and included in the station welcome packet:: Chirakis: ::nods:: +Nijil+ Permission granted. Tarisa: ::Hard to avoid conversations when she has satellite ears.:: Commander, I would like to join as well. mimipavilion: Yep. I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't paying attention. Chirakis: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon will accompany you. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Mimi and Nijil:: And you might could use a backup engineer who wants to learn on additional vessels Annisha: @ Kushana> :: She was tired after the walk, but did not show it :: Sure not like the crash site. Jylliene: ::a little surprised, admittedly, but if Chirakis says okay, then...:: Johnson Kenyon: ::overhears Chirakis, quietly:: yes mimipavilion: ::hears Chirakis:: Looks like you got your permission. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::looks to Kushana:: I built it over the past ten years. And do you feel the temperature difference? Johnson Kenyon: I will gather up some things and meet you at the ship ::to Nijil:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Is that wise? Nijil tr'Korjata: What is the treatment doctor, for someone in my condition? Tarisa: I am familiar with the Nei'rrh's sensor systems. Chirakis: :::Jylliene:: Inform Shuttle Warren that they are to collaborate with the Nei’rrh when it arrives. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Scott Coleridge: ::hears Tarisa, suppresses a sigh:: Very well. mimipavilion: Just be careful. Jylliene: ::sends info on to the Warren, informing them of the Nei'rrh's imminent departure and Chirakis's order:: Chirakis: ::also hearing Tarisa, still close to Scott:: (w) ..and keep another pair of eyes on the SubCommander. Nijil tr'Korjata: May I ask for something extra medical wise in the shuttle, a portable medkit perhaps? Theobald Dumont: ::taps his fingers on the console in main science:: +Dran+ How are things in the CnC? Chirakis: (All shuttles have med kits) Tarisa: ::Nods. To Dran, stepping away from the console.:: The console is yours. Call up Mr. Dumont to assist you. mimipavilion: (I was going to state something like that) Chirakis: (Now, if you want an IFAK, check with security) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets ready to turn over ME to another of his department leads :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Theo+ We're about to launch another ship for the search. I'll be manning main sensors while Commander Tarisa joins the search. Johnson Kenyon: ::putting together a standard engineering toolkit, tricorder and a couple changes of clothes:: Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to the launch bay.:: mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: If you'll excuse me. Theobald Dumont: +Dran+ That sounds interesting. Shall I join you? Nijil tr'Korjata: Thank au doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods, goes to the tl, enters it and orders it back to the CnC:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Theo+ Please do. We're also still integrating the sensor upgrades. Tarisa: ::Makes a stop to get a pack of supplies, then continues to the bay.:: Theobald Dumont: +Dran+ Aye! +TL+ CnC! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a kit of his own, just in case and starts his way to the flight deck :: Jylliene: ::checking current status, gets a departure vector prepped and ready to forward to the Nei'rrh as soon as they launch:: mimipavilion: ::arrives back on the CnC:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Ten years au say? :: as they enter his 'compound' :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::they have finally reached his "home", the reconfigured shuttle:: Yes, Apparently. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the computers to cross check locals scans with the new systems against older baselines and input any correctional algorithms:: mimipavilion: ::steps back on the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I was told that this is the year 2388. I left in 2378 and was caught here. Theobald Dumont: ::steps onto the "bridge", half-convinced security is going to flag him, looks for Dran:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the shuttle bay, looking for the Nei'rrh:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Waves Theo over:: Theobald Dumont: Well Hello There! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Presses a button on his padd :: Beep beep :: the Nei'rrh decloaks :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> However :::he takes a deep breath:: I have enjoyed my stay. Why don't you all relax, take a dip in the pool. I do not advise drinking the water. I have a filter system for that and there is water inside the house. Jylliene: ::smiles inwardly at the new eager arrival to the CnC:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Au reused the shuttle's filtration? Tarisa: ::Arrives at the Nei'rrh with her pack, seeing Nijil and Kenyon.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Help me here. We can't pick up any planets but there's a gravity well the size of a planet just sitting there. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I did. Very rudimentary, of course, but it does work. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Why don't we try looking for the star? Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I might not be an engineer, but I do know a few things, my dear. ::smiles::: Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm trying to go a little simpler and just get a visual spectral signal. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, yes. Exactly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the shuttle :: Theobald Dumont: ::smiles:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the Nei'rrh decloaks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks out :: Tarisa? Au are coming too? Johnson Kenyon: ::follow Nijil into the shuttle:: Tae'Lynn Dran: It's inside or nearly inside a nebula so, there's that issue. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I figured I would be helpful, since I am familiar with the ship's sensors. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves her in :: Let's make haste. Tarisa: ::Steps inside.:: Theobald Dumont: ::sits down at science station 2:: Alright, let me pull up the gaseous chronometer, we can separate the nebula's composition to find the star. Johnson Kenyon: ::taking the copilot chair:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to the pilot's chair :: Engaging power, startup sequence...err, started. Tarisa: ::Sits at a console. Taking out her PADD, she brings up the coordinates.:: This is where the Warren will begin their search. Nijil tr'Korjata: First time for either of au on a Rihan shuttle? Johnson Kenyon: First time for me, sir. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: It's probably a very old star if we can't see it well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes Tarisa's padd for a moment and enters the coordinates :: I have not been in that region. :: Gives the padd back :: mimipavilion: ::is a bit worried about Nijil and the rest of the parents:: Annisha: @ Kushana> While I don't mind relaxing, I would like to formulate some plan for our return? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa:: Glad you're here, Commander. If you want this seat, let me know. Theobald Dumont: ::looking for concentrations of xenon, fluorine, etc...:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Of course. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, true. Is the nebula in a state of expansion or contraction? Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ Nei'rrh to Aegis, permission to depart? Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: I can do my job from this console, thank you. Chirakis: ::nods to Jylliene:: Chirakis: Action> Nei'rrh departs. Jylliene: l+neirrh+ Launch when ready. Vector sent. mimipavilion: ::moves near an inactive mission console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps a command or two, turns the engineering status display on for Kenyon :: Au are the engineer for this mission. Theobald Dumont: Hmm... It is... blue. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/11/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, all.. Chirakis: Since the Argos II was only 2 days out in their 4 day journey to Aegis, it will take 2 days for the Nei'rrh to arrive in the search area. Chirakis: Therefore, TBS will be 2 days. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Theobald Dumont: What is IFAK & (w)? Tarisa: (w) means whisper. Chirakis: Individual First Aid Kit. All military and LE carry them. Theobald Dumont: LE? Chirakis: Law Enforcement. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  16. nemesis

    I like Nemesis and am a little pissed they're acknowledging the destruction of Romulus as prime cannon. And mine's a Blu Ray not a DVD.
  17. "Botany & Archaeology" Personal Log: Stardate 0105.19 Once again, it was lunchtime. Theo spent about half of his 45 minutes in Drankum's Bar. He had a cup of vegetable stew with shaved parmesan, a small baguette, and an orange synthale. Now Theobald was by no means a boor, but he knew the two Klingons sitting next to him at the bar would appreciate a loud and powerful burp. Wiping his mouth with his blue sleeve, he smiled at them and they in turn flashed their teeth in reciprocation. Dumont asked the Ferengi waiter to put the meal on his tab and tipped him generously. After lunch, Theo stopped by Aegis' Arboretum. He was looking for an interesting plant to install in the Science Lab's display case. According to the Rigellian botanist he met there, a deep purple Ranunculus, which just happened to be in season, was probably the best choice. Always planning ahead, the thought occurred to Theo that Science could obtain a complete set of Neanderthal bones with jewelry. Surely this would stoke the curiosity of any visitor. However, the ensign didn't know exactly where they would find such artifacts, perhaps on loan. In any case, it was time to get back to the gritty nitty. Theobald started to study the surrounding space, both near and far from his post in the Sky Harbor's Astrometrics Lab. Dumont wanted to familiarize himself, not only with the starbase, but also with Aegis' region of space. He briefly surveyed the stars, their systems, the nebulas, and all other astronomical phenomena in the sector. He waited patiently there, for orders he knew would come down from his superiors.
  18. Earlier
  19. Lost Years Nijil tr’Korjata as Kushana Chirakis Kirel Brubaker stroked his beard as he watched Whippet frolic with the children. “Ten years,” he murmured with a tinge of regret as well as the thrill of awakening. In the past ten years he had learned much about this planet and its environs, but he had also lost ten years of the life he once knew. Those he left behind had searched, but in the vastness of space they found nothing— not even a clue. His mind wandered, wondering what his burial was like… or if there was one. Is there a tombstone? Any kind of memorial? Did the academy mourn his passing? If he returned to civilization now, how would his family react? How would everyone else react? Would anyone even know him? Would they remember him? Would they want the immense amount of data he had culled from this area of space, or would it be useless and outdated? Should he leave on the Argos II or stay here, in the place he had come to love? And what if Argos II never made it off this planet? What would they do? He sighed into a fatherly smile as he watched Whippet play with the children. Soon he, too, was sitting cross legged on the floor, enjoying the moment and glad that his constant companion had helped them move past their pain. “Dr Brubaker?” Jeremiah spluttered and picked a few dog hairs off his tongue, then leaned back to answer in a slight Scottish lilt, “I am Dr Brubaker.” "I came down once I learned someone was knocking on the side of my vessel." A youthful, but haggerered Rihan woman approached the doctor. "My name is Kushana and I command the Argos II, or what is left of her." She looked down and stopped short of walking over an animal, a touch annoyed. "As au may imagine, I have a few questions for au." Brubaker stood as she spoke and picked at the few dog hairs that still clung to his disheveled clothes. “Of course, Erei'Riov—or should I say ‘Captain’? Or merely Kushana?” "The translator handles it all, but I am not one for formalities, so Kushana is fine." She squatted down after being on her feet for days. She looked the doctor in the eyes. "H-How did au find yourself on this planet? Our sensors are inoperable and we were not even sure of the air quality." A twinge of regret that they had crashed barely showed in his expression, but he nodded into a congenial smile. “Then Kushana it is. I am Jeremiah, though most call me Jeremy. And I must apologize for tapping your ship’s exterior. It was the only way I could get attention. “As for your question, this very small planet is quite habitable. Not far from your vessel— just over the hills that you can see from this viewport.” He pointed casually toward it. “I made my crashed shuttle into quite a cozy home with running water and a small garden. Unfortunately, you landed in one of the few desert areas. They have plenty of salt, but not much more than that. I landed here ten years ago, Kushana, and it has been my home ever since.” “How did I get here? My shuttle was drawn into a crash landing. I lost power, but why?” He shrugged. “I have no idea.” Kushana gruffed. "This has to be a red or brown dwarf star, but it pulled us out of warp. Ten years? Surely not in this arid region. The temperatures alone." She stroked her chin. "I would share information on what happened, but if the sensors collected anything we can't find it." She considered him for a moment. "Are au the only one, other than your friend here?" The Erei'Riov put out her hand to the dog, seemingly friendly to everyone. “As far as I know. I’ve not seen anyone else, and ten years is a long time to go without seeing anyone else on this planet. But… now that my wee brain is remembering a few things from our crash, I remember a push, like a heavy gust of wind, that drew us into the atmosphere. I do not recall much after that since I was trying to land. But,” he chuckled a bit, “it didn’t work. We still crashed.” She was getting more questions than answers. "We had only moments to even land to consider a 'wind' variable. I will have to ask my navigator in greater detail. We have been trying to undue the fail safes from our engine core. Our design does not allow us to simply turn off our main source of power. Given the situation perhaps it is better to leave the singularity as it is." She looked him up and down, then sniffed. "We have a method for au to, err, refresh yourself if that is something au wish." She wished it, but was an uncommonly polite Rihan to say so. “Oh,” he said, sniffing. “My goodness, I am sorry. After ten years of living alone, I don’t even notice. I would appreciate a ‘refresher’, as you call it, and I am sure you and your crew would appreciate it as well.” Brubaker forced a broad smile in his embarrassment. She stood up. "Au claimed to be a doctor, may I ask what discipline?" “I am primarily a geologist. And a paleontologist when the time warrants it and I find something interesting. And there is quite a bit of everything to explore here.” Kashnana nodded. "I purpose an exchange of information so we may all leave this place. That being said, many of the crew need to take a break from what may be a futile effort in repairing the ship." “Ah… a break,” Brubaker said, his Scottish lilt now in full swing. “Perhaps you should all come to my home— the shuttle, that is— and refresh yourselves. The yard and garden are refreshing, and there is a fairly deep pond—no deadly creatures, mind you. I’m not sure of the milage, but it took me just under an hour. And I will gladly share any information I have. I do keep extensive records.”
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |11 January 2019 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 AM) Aegis local. For no apparent reason, the Rihan cargo vessel, Argos II, lost power suddenly and crash landed on a remote planet. Ten years ago, geologist and paleontologist Dr. Jeremiah Brubaker crash landed on the same planet under the same circumstances. Argos Erei'Riov Kushana and Dr Brubaker are sharing information in the hope that their ship can be repaired. On Aegis, installation of the Dahlem sensor grid upgrades is close to completion. Some work must be done to make them fully functional. Hopefully the sensors will help us locate the missing freighter, Argos II. Shuttle Warren is in the area with Ens Orrak on Search and Rescue.
  21. Name: Callista Tyrel Rank: Ensign Department: Engineering Species: Human Birthplace: Earth Gender: Female Age: Lower 20's Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Brown Height: 5'4" Notes: Fresh out of the academy, the USS Manticore is Callista's first posting. Somewhat of an introvert and a bit socially awkward, Ensign Tyrel enjoys fixing things. Specialized in vehicle maintenance and repair at the academy, while learning the ins and outs of runabouts, scout vessels and Starfleet Fighters Callista was almost talked into becoming a pilot. Has a habit of talking to the things she fixes, but several academy instructors have mentioned most engineers engage in talking with inanimate objects they are working on. Callista's favorite exercise is Aerobic Boxing. She also enjoys target practice and trying to keep up to date with the latest in Starfleet side arms. Often addressed at the Academy as "Cally".
  22. An article on trekmovie.com "Star Trek Picard Show To Deal With Event That Radically Altered Galaxy…" shows a quote from Executive Producer Alex Kurtzman: Now, I know a number of sims use Nemesis as a coaster, but this brings up the possibility of the destruction of Romulus being hammered further into canon with another Trek series. Are the GMs going to stick to their phaser cannons and keep that DVD as a coaster, or is it going to be (reluctantly) placed back in order? Guess we'll have to wait and see. 🤣
  23. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1013, STARDATE 51901.07 = /\ = Admiral Sovak and the now Commandant Atragon-9 have been reassigned after 20 years on the USS Manticore. In their place Captain McFly has been named commanding officer and now Commander Kenickie ships First Officer. The crew arrives at Starbase 214 for rest, resupply and maybe some new personnel. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1013, STARDATE 519101.07 = /\ = 190107.log
  24. Irene found herself in the pilot’s seat of a shuttle. How did she get there? She had a pounding headache. That’s all she knew. She looked down at the panel to figure out where she was. It was blank. She checked another panel. Out the window now was a planet with a swirling pink and green atmosphere. It was getting big, fast. The sensors said there was nothing there. In fact, they showed nothing at all. No stars, no planets, no location. “Computer, kill the engines.” … “Computer?” Nothing. “No computer, either…” She was starting to get worried – especially since she didn’t remember anything about a mission or travel at all. And then she felt a sharp pain in her back. She felt it with her hand. It came back drenched in blood. In fact, there was blood was dripping from the ceiling. And, slowly, coming up through the floor. The outside view had changed, too. Now it was a stormy atmosphere, the shuttle zooming over an ocean of blood. The flow continued in the cabin, now up to Irene’s ankles. Lightning flashed around her, illuminating the shuttle with yellow light. Irene felt tired, very tired. The shuttle seemed to know where it was going, avoiding lightning strikes with quantum precision. She didn’t have the energy to do much but watch. She felt like this was the right thing to do, inside. As she approached the surface, she saw a fleet of Federation starships floating on the red ocean. A few names were visible: the Odyssey, the Saratoga, the Melbourne, the Drake. It looked like her shuttle was on its way to join them. The blood was up to her waist. Lightning struck the shuttle. Irene felt it shock her very core. Her world flashed, and then the shuttle was hovering, floating only a few feet over the strange ocean. She grabbed her chest, making sure her heart was still beating. It was irregular, but this didn’t alarm her. A sense of calm fell over her as she looked out the shuttle viewport. The landing lights illuminated the Drake. She could see through the hull, the lights illuminating it like an X-ray beam. Inside were a decaying crew, hundreds of them. All at their stations like nothing had changed. Irene, the calm now long passed, screamed as blood rushed into the shuttle, faster now, up to her chest. Another flash of lightning and her body began falling apart, like the doomed crew of the Drake. The blood was dissolving her, but she felt nothing. Now it was up to her neck. As it rose above her eyes, the world turned to a milky white. Then, nothing.
  25. SD 0106.2018 Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point.
  26. MISSION BRIEFING: In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way standoff between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old wounds seemed to be reverting to earlier states. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: makes a rather high-pitched squeak :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene returns to the bridge with a fresh brace stabilizing her shoulder just in time for alarms to start going off. She rushes to her station! :: "What the hell are they doing?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Going to full impulse dive... Cptn Swain: (( LOL I forgot about the doom counter!) Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does so:: Shields up. Cptn Swain: ::Not in the command chair, eyes going wide:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The ship's systems strain as the Excalibur dives and the internal dampners struggle to compensate. Everybody gets shaken around and/or thrown off balance. Hakran K'hal: :: gets tumbled along with their guests in the sciencey holo-command center :: William Chocox: ::lands on the piece he was looking at:: William Chocox: Whoa! Cptn Swain: ::Hanging on to the railing:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nearly falls out of his chair:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda struggled to keep her seat, white-knuckle clenching her arm rests.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: claws click out, and there goes the upholstery again :: Irene Mincine: :: Tries to stabilize herself, ends up falling out of her chair before she gets settled. She spouts some choice Klingon curses and hops back up into it. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everyone give me a number 1 - 10 )) William Chocox: ((8)) Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Cptn Swain: (( 5 )) Irene Mincine: (6) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The freighter impacts with Excalibur slightly, doing damage to one of the port nacelles. The Tamaran cruiser wasn't so lucky and gets hit head on. An explosion rocks the Excalibur as both ships are severely damaged. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: manages to hold on to his seat, but since his seat didn't hold onto the bridge floor that doesn't help much :: YOWWWWWL! William Chocox: +Bridge+ Chocox here, what just happened? Cptn Swain: ::Is thrown from his position near the center seat and smacks himself off the side of the main systems display:: Hakran K'hal: :: bangs into the holodeck wall as the simulated center disappears, hears a rather sickening crack from one of the others :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smacks his head off the console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Struggles to keep the ship from flying off course while hanging onto his console for dear life.:: Irene Mincine: :: Flies out of her chair, since she once again hadn't been settled in it! She bounces off one of the bridge rails and lands hard on the floor. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: lets go of the chair with his fur sticking straight up everywhere and struggles back to his console :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Power across the ship begins to flicker as the EPS grid lights up. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Port nacelle damage. The Kaedwan and Tamaran cruisers are severely damaged. Cptn Swain: ::Struggling black to his feet:: And the Romulans? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> They seemed to be in the one relatively safe spot in this mess, their shields are up but not detecting any damage. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly crawls back to her console, which is flickering with the power grid. :: "My console's useless, sir... can't tell you what's going on with anything out there from here." Cptn Swain: Coordinate emergency response with them. ::Looks to Miranda:: You okay? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Captain. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Is deffo going to have a bump on his forehead:: The EPS relays appear to be affected. William Chocox: ::notices the flickering:: Alright, analysis has been fun my Physicist friend, but duty calls. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Shields are holding, but just barely. Seeing some response delays. EPS network is compromised. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Roms+ Excalibur to [shipname], we're detecting bodies in the vacuum. We're experience some power difficulties, it would be best if you handled any transports. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Eventually brings the ship level and things steady out. Wipes sweat from his forehead.:: Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: upside down :: Yeah, I gathered that from down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes a breath.:: Yes, I'm fine. Are you? ::Stands and brushed back her hair, looking about the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's cut up but not too bad, fortunately. She wipes blood away that's dripping into her eyes. :: "Isolating the damaged nacelle from the power network should at least get the detailed scanners going again. I think." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: directs with cardboard medical to accept what they can of the other ships wounded :: Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: I am going to be sore in the morning, but I think I'll be fine. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is too busy to even think about a joke about the Captain's hubby not being aboard anymore - well, there and gone again type of thought :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Medical is swamped, Captain. They had enough trouble with people coming in with old injuries, now we have new ones and a rescue operation. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Kaedwani ship is still experiencing power problems and has signaled they are going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Agh. The Kaedwani ship is going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> We really don't want that going boom right here right now. If the Romulans can't drag it off to a safe distance we should launch a fighter wing. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Was just about to suggest that. Cptn Swain: Can we use our tractor beam to push it as well? Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda, trusting the engineer more than himself:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides over to another console, trying to figure out the safe distance to be from the core. :: "Um... we have to act fast, whatever we decide to do." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: listens to the message from the Romulan ship :: They don't want to move so they can continue transporting those in immediate danger. Sending the go to Flops. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded in agreement.:: Mr. K'hal, please contact them to do just that. We can move to a safe distance, but the other two ships are too disabled. William Chocox: ::makes his way back to engineering to coordinate repairs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls slightly and moved to the engineering console on the bridge.:: Cptn Swain: Can we do it then? Cptn Swain: What’s our status? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need a status report on our engines. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: passes the 'would you mind dragging that thing off' order to Constance and checks the tractor status :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I'm on my way to Engineering right now. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I think we'd be marginable assistance with the tractor considering our lack of reliable power. The last thing we need is to try to gently nudge it and get a power surge and give it a right hook. Cptn Swain: Between us and the fighters we should be good. Where are we on launch? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Fighters are away. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the ship's internal sensors.:: Several of our decks have minor damage. One of the nacelles is offline. We still have one functional. Cptn Swain: It's always something. How long until the Kaedwani eject their core? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I'll give it one wide-beam push to get it in the general direction, the fighters can take it over from there. :: aims, sets desired power level, and hits the green button :: Hakran K'hal: :: after getting himself upright, joins the Romulan and the Tamaran next to the keening Kaedwani, who has an appendage pointing the wrong way :: Hakran K'hal: :: contacts cardboard medical :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops over to another console. :: "I'm locked onto their core with the sensor grid. We should have advance notice if it's about to go boom. Looks like they're about to eject." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::still feeling a little woozy from the bump on his head::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Alarms go haywire again as their readings show the Kaedwani core going critical. The core ejects, shooting off rapidly away from the crippled ships. William Chocox: ::walks into Engineering and gets to work:: +Hawthorne+ Made it to Engineering Ma'am. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal to Swain. We have medical on the way for the Kaedwani scientist. Can we get her transferred to her ship? And, by the way, what's going on? Inquiring guests want to know. Irene Mincine: "You all right, Lieu--" :: Irene is distracted by one of those large blinking red lights on her console! :: "They've ejected their core. It's... gone critical, sir! Moving away extremely rapidly. Not sure about safe distance yet." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aaaagh. Fighters coming about hard, heading for the barn. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It's well out of our tractor range, it's out of our hands now. William Chocox: ::looks up at the alarms:: Oh boy. Cptn Swain: +k'Hal+ The Kaedwani ship is experiencing trouble with their control systems and was out of control. We took an indirect hit, and the Tamarans weren't so lucky. Both ships are in critical condition and the Kaedwani just ejected their reactor core. PLease stand by. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Making a very loud noise:: Oh dear. The core and our fighters are headed directly for the anomaly. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Oh, is that all. I'll bring the Romulan and Tamaran to the conference room as soon as medical has the Kaedwani in their hands. K'hal out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::As there was nothing they could do, he moved the Excalibur to a safe distance after all of the fighters had returned.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns to Issaha. :: "Am I right to believe that a warp core detonating in the anomaly would be *extremely bad*?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: Issaha :: I think your console needs a reboot, it's returning old data. Also: eep. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Possible! Cptn Swain: (( going to pause early, lol )) Cptn Swain: (( you know how i love a good cliff hanger )) Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: remotely gives Issaha's console a zap, which correctly shows the fighters now safely aboard, but the core is still going right for the anomaly, like a hole in one :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The camera cuts to the slow-mo of the core hurdling towards some pretty lights for visual emphasis and BOOOOOOOM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  27. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/4/19 =/\= 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Rihan freighter Argos II, en route to Aegis, is missing. Efforts to find the freighter are in progress. No one besides the children's families has been informed. The security detail aboard Shuttle Warren has changed from Protection to Search and Rescue. Sensor logs from Shuttle Warren are being examined for clues. Aboard Argos II, all injuries are minor and are being treated. Argos II's crew is working diligently to restore power. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::Internal OPS::: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Theobald Dumont: ::in the Main Science Lab preparing a report:: Chirakis: :;with Cmdr Coleridge pouring over the sensor logs from the Warren::: Johnson Kenyon: ::supervising last minute upgrade to the sensors:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on command center filing reports:: Jylliene: ::keeping herself busy to distract herself:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ We are just about ready to engage the new sensors... a few more minutes, sir Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, feeling kind of worried about Alexis and the other kids:: Jylliene: ::fingers idly tapping the edge of the console:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: So this seems to be the point where the Warren loses track of the ship. ::points at a time index:: Prior to that point, everything is OK. Except... ::zooms in on subspace readings:: See that? mimipavilion: ::in medical having just told their guardians about the kids:::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles over to the window using a long metal thing as a crutch and looks outside:: It's so dark outside. Why is always looks dark? Jylliene: ::trying to leave things to experts, as it were:: Chirakis: ::listening::: Chirakis: I do. It is... strange. Alexis McFarland: @ ::presses her nose against the window:: Mmm. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::taking note that people seem tense today. Doing her best to keep her head down as she enters the reports:: Scott Coleridge: Now, if Argos had cloaked, those readings should have spiked momentarily as their cloaking shield interacted with the ship's warp field. Scott Coleridge: Instead they do the opposite and dip significantly. Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Some music please, Telemann. mimipavilion: ::looks around for Dacia and walks over to her:: Tarisa: ::In CnC, at her station, anxiously awaiting a call from engineering.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Chief, we're just about complete with the lateral sensor upgrades. Dacia Sandero: Hey mimipavilion: How are you doing? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::helping Alexis with her good arm.:: Scott Coleridge: That suggests to me the Argos didn't cloak but instead dropped out of warp… and extremely suddenly. We're looking at some kind of total engine failure. Dacia Sandero: :As good as can be expected, I suppose. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Checking up on a couple of the more seriously injured.:: Chirakis: And what would possibly cause such a failure? Theobald Dumont: ::steadily typing:: Scott Coleridge: ::shrug:: Any number of explanations. Malfunctions or sabotage. Some kind of external interference. We really can't say from this data. Alexis McFarland: @. ::smiles and holds onto Miana:: It sure looks weird out there. What kind of planet did we land on? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Well I'm going to the CnC for a while. Think you can manage the facility. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I can. Scott Coleridge: But we can use this time index, and what we know of the Argos' projected flight path, to determine where they dropped out of warp to within oh... ::mutters a few numbers:: three tenths of a light-year? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: I'll be back as soon as I can. Scott Coleridge: That will narrow down our scanning volume considerably. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Frowns.:: I do not know... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::files the last report:: mimipavilion: ::heads to the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: ::nods, thinking:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a moment to look around the CnC. Needs a potted plant or something for decoration:: Chirakis: That area of space is fairly desolate as I recall. Tarisa: ::Tapping the side of her console, nervously.:: mimipavilion: ::shortly arrives on the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: Speaking of which... ::Tarisa:: Commander Tarisa, any word yet on sensors? Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: No. I am still awaiting their report. Jylliene: ::nods in greeting as the doctor arrives:: mimipavilion: ::nods to Jylliene:: Scott Coleridge: All right. Captain Chirakis and I have narrowed down where we ought to look. Captain, if you share our findings with Tarisa and start working on the search parameters, I'll inquire about the upgrade progress. Chirakis: :::nods to Scott, then approaches Tarisa, hearing an edge in Tarisa's voice questioning::: Theobald Dumont: ::swings his chair around and pulls up another screen, tapping both consoles and eyes flitting back and forth:: Chirakis: ::walks up to her and asks quietly:: Are you all right, Commander? You seem distracted. Scott Coleridge: ::returns to his station:: +Engineering+ Commander Coleridge to Engineering. I need a status report on activating the sensor upgrades. Alexis McFarland: @ ::pets Miana and continues to look out the window:: Scott Coleridge: ((Kenyon you can take this call.)) Johnson Kenyon: ::wondering what's causing the delay from the Chief Engineer:: Chirakis: If need be, you may be relieved of duty for a while. Perhaps to be with your family? Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Save and Exit. Pause music. Johnson Kenyon: +Commander Coleridge+ Ltjg Kenyon here Chirakis: ::also keeping an eye on Jylliene:: Tarisa: ::Shakes her head.:: No Captain... I need to do this. I have to help find them. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, are the upgrades ready? Chirakis: ::nods slowly:: Very well. So long as it does not interfere with your concentration. I will forward our findings. mimipavilion: ::observes what's going on:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ We are ready to turn it on, but I haven't heard from our Chief Engineer to turn it on... he may be running simulations. Theobald Dumont: ::walks over to the replicator for a black tea hot w/lemon:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ We do have secondary sensors should anything go wrong Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Is not her usual purry self. She keeps watch, her senses on full.:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. Annisha: @ :: Annisha remained bed-ridden after her injury. She felt better, but only so so :: Johnson Kenyon: ::nodding to the engineering crew to stick around, heading for the TL to go to Main engineering:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Subcommander tr'Korjata may be... preoccupied. Theobald Dumont: ::drinks deeply, then returns the cup for disintegration:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles back over to Annisha's bed to check up on her:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Please activate the upgrades as soon as possible and let me know when the new sensors are available. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ Roger that. I'm headed to Main Engineering to turn it on now Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::Walking around the outside the Argos II, looking for a way in. Meanwhile, Whippet is sniffing around and checking the area:: Scott Coleridge: ::thinking that Nijil, having heard the news, has probably buried himself deep in some kind of maintenance task...it’s what he would do, and he doesn’t even have a kid to worry about:: Theobald Dumont: ::closes his eyes and thinks about Rutia for a moment:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa, Chirakis:: New sensors should be online in the next few minutes. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: Deck 70 Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Perks up.:: There is something! Chirakis: Excellent. Alexis McFarland: @ What is it? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil found himself torn between duty as an engineer and duty as father. Worked watched him more that be being a part of it. News of the freighter's disappearance rattled him :: Johnson Kenyon: ::exits TL, a moment later enters Main Engineering:: Tarisa: @ Miana> A little thing. See? ::Pointing at the dog.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he knocks on the ship's exterior and calls out:: Hello!!! Hello... anyone inside? Do you need help? Theobald Dumont: ::breathes deeply, then heads out the door with padd under arm:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::not fully aware of everything going on. She takes a spot among the science stations:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles over to the window:: oh, doggie Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around for Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending her off was the right thing to do, even being on a station is filled with threats and dangers :: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Ears flick at the banging.:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Oh hello, I was just looking for you miss. Scott Coleridge: ::realizes he has let Gila stew for over an hour now:: Johnson Kenyon: ::not seeing him right away, heads to the main holograph display:: Chirakis: Any word from the Shuttle Warren? ::Scott:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Also hears the knocking. Moves towards the door, but waits for one of the officers to open it.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Dumont:: Oh, how can I help? Alexis McFarland: @ What is that? Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he continues to knock, worried that they are all dead::: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Jylliene:: Commander, contact Ensign Orrak in the Warren. Tell her that we have made some progress in narrowing down the Argos' position, and that once we have a lead, we may need the Warren to follow the trail. But I want to make sure they're not heading into some kind of dangerous phenomenon first. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: The shuttle laid low within spitting distance of the nebula :: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: I just finished a report on our findings, Engineering did an internal sensor scan for subspace anomalies for us. I was just going to report back to Commander Tarisa. Johnson Kenyon: ::broadcast within Main Engineering:: Subcommander Korjata please report in.... all engineering staff prepare to initiate the upgraded sensors once we have the order Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes sir Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Decides to open the door, but not before grabbing an object to defend herself if she had to.:: Annisha: @ :: Woozy :: What is going on? Chirakis: ::keeping an eye on the sensor readings:: Jylliene: +Warren+ Aegis to Warren. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not yet. I figure the Warren will probably be our first-response option once we think we've found the Argos. Alexis McFarland: @. We're still crashed not the planet, But I see a doggie. Chirakis: Agreed. Johnson Kenyon: +Scott Coleridge+ We are ready, sir. Scott Coleridge: Depending on the status of the ship and its complement we'll decide from there whether we need to dispatch a more powerful vessel. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Proceed with the upgrade. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Dumont:: I think she may be busy right now. ::glances over her shoulder towards the Commander:: Something's going on. Annisha: @ Dog? Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Ah, good. Flip the switch, as it were. ::hoping his command school lessons have largely eliminated the mad scientist tone he used to have when he said that as an engineer:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Goes to the doorway of the room, peeking out.:: They are opening the big door. Dacia Sandero: @ ::looking at the doggie in the window:: Jylliene: ::sends the message to the Warren as directed:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he sees the door begin to open and jumps back. Whippet barks and wags her tail::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> +Aegis+ Warren here. Dacia Sandero: @I hear it too. I wonder if they're gonna go out and look around Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Well, as expected we did not find any subspace anomalies. The Dahlem suit was probably localized distortion. Johnson Kenyon: +Engineering+ + Coleridge+ + OPS+ Turning it on now Alexis McFarland: @I hear it too. I wonder if they're gonna go out and look around Tarisa: @ Y'shta> :;Ears fold back at the barking.:: Who are you? Johnson Kenyon: ::giving the computer command to initiate the sensor upgrade:: Alexis McFarland: @It's the dog. Tae'Lynn Dran: That makes sense. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: turns around :: Boost the signal, try other bands. :: Turns back around :: Sorry. I'm a sharpshooter, not an engineer. Tae'Lynn Dran: I think someone could make a career of studying those suits. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Ah... you are alive! Wonderful! ::he approaches, smiling broadly:: I am Dr. Jeremiah Brubaker. And it seems that you have crashed the same as I did several years ago. Johnson Kenyon: ::watching to see how the sensors react to the upgrade:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He was multitasking again, watching the sensors on one screen, looking over sensor logs on another, asking some friends on the flight deck to prep the Nei'rrh... :: Chirakis: ::watching the display::: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Would you mind presenting this padd to Tarisa when you feel the time is right. It's very low priority. ::hand out:: Theobald Dumont: ::chuckles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh sure. ::takes the padd:: Jylliene: +Warren+ We're getting closer on the Argos's location, and once we've got it, we'll have you go in. We do want to make sure you wouldn't be heading into any strange phenomena first. Theobald Dumont: What do you think is going on? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the sensors now:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Understood. I have spotted no debris on my search path. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> Several Years? ::Tilts her head slightly.:: I am Dr. Y'shta. We have many injured. Fortunately no fatalities yet. Annisha: @ I thought we could not go outside... Alexis McFarland: @I thought so too. ::sits on the bed next to Annisha:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Sensors are holding stable... though I'm not seeing much of an improvement Tae'Lynn Dran: I think we're looking for a ship. Something must of happened. Annisha: @ The captain said the sensors were not working, but surely someone would have opened the door...wait... Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffing the air, catching the scent of the old man and the doggy.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Good to meet you Dr Y'shta. And oh my goodness, I am glad you had no fatalities. Yes. Several years. Frankly, I have lost track of time. What year is this, please? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> They have not transmitted their transponder. We are prepping our medical supplies, but we only have so much. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in sickbay trying not to think of things too much:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Well, I hope everything is alright. By the way, what plant should be enthroned next in the Science Lab's display case? Tarisa: @Y'shta> 2388 Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::the dog sniffs the air and jumps around like she wants to play::: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::shocked::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The processing is where we will see the most improvement. I was told the benefits were in non-real time processing. Tae'Lynn Dran: The next one I discover. ::grin:: I keep reading recon reports. I really hope to get on a survey mission soon. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Non real time processing? You mean in post sensor analysis? Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Well... goodness. I don't know what to say. 2388, you say? I left Deep Space 9 for this mission in 2378, just after the new year. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> I had no idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Yes, better forecasting. Theobald Dumont: Excellent! Do you mean to the archaeological site? Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Surprised look.:: How have you survived this long? Scott Coleridge: All right, let's put these sensors to use. mimipavilion: ::walks around the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that. I'll bring that up to see how quickly it makes a difference Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Well, I have always been quite efficient. Did a lot of hiking and spending time in the wilderness. It was fairly easy, actually. But... 2388? ::still stunned::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Comes back in with the others.:: I can smell the doggy. And someone else. I hear him talking with the Doctor. Alexis McFarland: @ I hear him too. Sounds like they're outsiders. Scott Coleridge: Let's scan the volume we've demarcated, start by looking for anything obvious… like, you know, a ship… and then widen the criteria to other anomalies that might be involved. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ This is only phase one. The other involves remote sensors working together. Tae'Lynn Dran: As soon as they reopen it up, yes. All I can read about is dusty rocks and long forgotten ruins. There's been little research on the planets biosphere. Even the farmers just focused on imported crops. Johnson Kenyon: ::bringing up the log of the recent scan... telling the computer to enhance with the new sensors upgrades. Annisha: @ :: Straining to listen :: Hmmm Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ that makes more sense. Tarisa: ::Doesn't hesitate to begin scanning.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Unless au can build a kilometer diameter dish on the station, this is the only way to do it. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Do you mind if I come in and sit down? Over the hills to the west it is much cooler than it is in this area of the planet, where it is quite desolate. Theobald Dumont: ::closes his eyes and can hear the previous music running through his head, becomes quite relaxed:: Chirakis: ::complete focus on the sensor readings::: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ ::pulling away to make it more private:: How you holding up? Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: If you please, excuse me miss. ::returns to his regular duty station:: Annisha: @ :: tries to get up, and does so, then falls to the floor :: Oof! Chirakis: ::receiving a call from Lt Garand, she steps aside and speaks quietly to her comm badge:: Deal with it, Lieutenant. Now is not the time for me to leave CnC. Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ Commander, are you on the sensors? Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm, Annisha. ::tries to help her up, whilst still sitting:: Tarisa: +Kenyon+ I am. ::Focusing on the area from the Warren's logs.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Okay. ::slight wave:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ My head is running yet my body remains still. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Helping Annisha.:: Theobald Dumont: B,bye ::steps through a door down the end of the corridor:: Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ Our chief engineer informs me that this stage of the upgrade will allow improved post analysis, but is not real time Scott Coleridge: ::looking over the Argos' engine specifications, talks to himself:: If I were a ship and I dropped out of warp in... this... relative region. And my engines didn’t start... I would send out a distress call. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the secondary core tackle the sensor data :: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::ears flick as her attention turns to the sound she heard from the children's room.:: Excuse me. We have children, and one of them was severely injured. ::Goes to check on them.:: Scott Coleridge: [Talking to himself] But I didn't send out a distress call. Or did I? I did, but for some reason it didn't reach Aegis. My engines failed. The ship itself is fine though, so what happened next? Tarisa: +Kenyon+ Understood. Thank you. Annisha: @ Do they need help flying the ship? Alexis McFarland: @ I don't know. Johnson Kenyon: ::continues to monitor the upgrade:: Theobald Dumont: ::accesses the duty roster in astrometrics:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hearing something to Commander Coleridge. Somewhat worried about him:: Chirakis: ::hearing Scott:: It is possible that something is blocking their communication. If you recall, we did receive a strange signal that seemed to be distress. And it came from this area of space. ::presses a finger on the monitor::: Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: I am picking up distortions in subspace from that area. Johnson Kenyon: ::speaking to the engineers around him to pass along the word that everything is working well... good job:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulling up the sensor feed.:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Checks on the children, seeing Annisha up.:: Please lay back down. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm glad to hear you're still with us. Is there anything we can do? Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Display the closest 3 astronomical objects in this sector and their distance. Chirakis: ::nods toward Tarisa:: Distortions? Alexis McFarland: @ ::moves over next to Miana to allow Y'shta to treat Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I believe suck strong distortions could disrupt a stable warp field. Tarisa: *such Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::since the doctor left the door open, he enters, careful not to disturb anyone or anything::: Annisha: @ Can't they perform a restart! Theobald Dumont: ::marvels at the viewscreen:: ::scans the sector to get familiar with the "territory":: Annisha: @ I have watched daddy, I can help! :: heads to the door :: Chirakis: :::Tarisa, Scott:: Do AQS form a warp field, or otherwise? Tarisa: @ Y'shta> :;Gently stops Annisha.:: Return to bed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa::: They would probably dampen any communications as well. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::;amazed at the ship, its size, and the equipment::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, Romulan ships' warp drives, aside from their power generation, are similar in design to Federation propulsion. Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: Or even bounce it back. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ do you have a moment, sir? Chirakis: ::nodding understanding:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Yes, Lieutenant? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Holds Annisha's hand.:: You should rest. Alexis McFarland: @ ::nods:: Annisha: @ I need to get to the bridge. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ It's a personal matter, can you receive? Theobald Dumont: ::pulls up the nearest nebulae and examines each one by one in detail:: Annisha: @ :: Sits back on the bed and starts to cry :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::they come upon the area where the children are resting. Whippet wags her tail and approaches Miana, then puts her head in Miana's lap::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Hugging Annisha.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Puppy! ::Pets Whippet.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> :::Whippet whines a little, her tail wagging::: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ We're in the middle of something important. Perhaps you can stop by my office later. Tarisa: @ Miana> Puppy came to see us, Annisha.:: Theobald Dumont: ::magnifies a particularly blue nebula in astrometrics:: +Computer+ Composition? Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ acknowledged Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh, doggo! ::pets the dog:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing message to Coleridge... expressing concern about the Chief Engineer... suggests having a counselor check in on him and his family:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he smiles::: Whippet has missed companionship for... ten years? Annisha: @ :: crying :: My head hurts and I miss Mr. Cuddles... Theobald Dumont: ::moves on to the stars:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sending message marked "urgent and personal":: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> :::licks Annisha's hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Flight Deck+ Make sure the Nei'rrh is ready Annisha: (hope that was the dog ) Fletcher Jackson: @ (the dog does, not the doctor) Tarisa: ((lol)) Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/4/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: And.. on that note. Alexis McFarland: lol Fletcher Jackson: I'll be more careful next time, Captain. Chirakis: I certainly hope so. Theobald Dumont: LOL Chirakis: Well... ::can't stop laughing::: Chirakis: Captain, Commander - TBS? Kallah Ramson: I'll defer to the commander's choice. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Chirakis: :::feels the cogs turning::: Scott Coleridge: Let's do 2 hours Chirakis: Two hours it is. Comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: None Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Thank you to those who have returned and endured this hour while not feeling all that well. Chirakis: On that note.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  28. Jeremiah Brubaker Several miles from the Argos ll crash site, evidence of a similar crash landing just over ten years ago hugged the base of a lush, green hill several miles away. A stone path led from a crashed shuttle's main hatch to a small vegetable garden and a catch pond next to a rudimentary filtration system. A rather scruffy looking but strong and agile middle-aged man had just filled a few large canisters with water and was turning toward the shuttle's open hatch when what sounded like an immense explosion echoed down the valley and brought him up short. A mixed breed dog bolted from sniffing in the bushes and began barking frantically. “Oh my, Whippet,” said the man as he watched a cloud rise into the atmosphere. “What do you suppose that was? Another meteorite?” Whippet whined, then barked again and spun in anxiety as she ran back and forth in the direction of the blast. “What? You think we should investigate?” Whippet jumped and spun, ran a few yards more, and continued to bark. After a few minutes of consideration, the man acquiesced. “Well, then, if you insist. I suppose even a large meteorite is worth investigating, eh? You never know what you’re going to find in a meteorite. However… let’s put the water in the house and get our pack. It's quite far away, girl, but you know that, yes?” The dog’s tail wagged in excited expectation, and in a few minutes they were on their way. Dr Jeremiah Brubaker, renowned Professor of Geology and Paleontology at Starfleet Academy, had been stranded so long ago that he had been declared dead. Of course, with little contact to the outside world he hadn’t received that information. If he had, he would have retorted, “The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Yes, Mark Twain was his favorite author, and he mirrored Twain’s love of adventure. The doctor’s wilderness skills had transformed the shuttle into a home and its surroundings into a well kept yard and garden. Of course, he always traveled with his companion, Whippet, so he did not lack company, nor did he lack an emergency alarm. So Dr Brubaker and Whippet began the long journey toward Argos II. What he saw when they rounded the mountain that hid the freighter from view was well beyond what Jeremiah expected. [TBC in sim.]
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