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  2. Valerie Carillon’s orders had come in after the Excalibur decommissioning and it was as she feared. Starfleet had at last decided she was too broken down for full-time flight team duty. Without d’Aubergne to run interference for her, they finally noticed she was 38 years old with a crippling injury history. Piloting fighters was officially out for her and she was going to be reassigned to station-side transport duty once more. This bitterly disappointed her. She called up the office of the admiral who had sent her the message, but they wouldn’t even put her through. Some cajoling and vague threats later, she learned the decision was final. Val was furious and let them know how she felt in no uncertain terms. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to stay in Starfleet anymore. Well, she had a nice long leave lined up after that. 3 weeks on Risa. Plenty of time to think it over. Even without the threat of war, there were always options for her. She could go into the private security market, fly rustbuckets to protect traders, even work as a mercenary in more lawless frontier regions of the quadrant… well, her morals, instilled by years of Starfleet service, rejected the last one out of hand. Protecting traders in antique impulse fighters is a good way to get killed. Private security might work out, though. But in the end, she decided it was all a bad idea. Her headaches had been getting worse and worse lately. Sometimes her vision would get blurry, or her balance would be off, or she’d get so nauseous. She always blamed her artificial eye even though doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with it. The three weeks of vacation passed in a flash for her. It was on the final day that she received another message from Starfleet. She figured it was a stern warning for the way she acted on subspace, but it wasn’t. It was a message from an unfamiliar commander. It turns out Captain Swain was pleased with her performance at the helm on the last mission of the Excalibur. Despite being placed into an unfamiliar role, she performed admirably and showed all the piloting skills that had made her such a fearsome competitor in the cockpit of a fighter. And now he wanted her back at the helm of his new command. Flying a brand-new starship, huh? Well, that was enticing enough to get her to drop any thoughts of leaving.
  3. Yesterday
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering has been working on glitches for 35 hours. All hands available have been assisting. Work shifts are 2 hours, and we are exhausted. We look forward to fixing the problem. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was running on fumes, whatever that was. Reports were coming in that a few engineers collapsed from exhaustion in various locations. Personal quarters, bars, commerce, and other levels :: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Andrew Minard: ::finishing the last replicator reset in Science Lab II:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay as well:: Chirakis: ::exits her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working on a batch of seedlings:: Jylliene: ::at Ops, monitoring the ongoing resets as updates come in:: Scott Coleridge: ::in the CnC, doing his best to assist engineering:: Chirakis: ::if she were an engineer, the problem would be doubled... meaning that she is no engineer::: Alexis McFarland: ::would be in school, writing something on her PADD::: Andrew Minard: ::personally overseeing the reset process on the science sections' replicators as they replicate compounds, chemicals, as well as foodstuffs:: Tarisa: ::In her office for the moment, checking up on Computer Sciences.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his PADD, now a jumble of Rihan and Federation symbols :: About... how many to go? Let me see. Chirakis: ::she steps to Jylliene::: Do we have a SITREP, Commander? Tarisa: Miana> ::Tummy growls in the middle of class.:: Dacia Sandero: ::tends to some exhausted engineers they picked up:: mimipavilion: ::tending to some exhausted engineers:: Chirakis: (Let us hope that the children are allowed to sleep.) Alexis McFarland: ::glances at Miana:: Didn't get enough rations this morning? Alexis McFarland: (I hope so too) Jylliene: Still going... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Dots.. hundreds of dots on the station map. His people working overtime getting each replicator wiped :: Jylliene: Making good progress...you can see the map here. Jylliene: ::pulls it up:: Andrew Minard: +Computer+ Please replicate one beaker of acetic acid. ::scans the specimen with his new tricorder:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thanks to the replicator issue, he was able to have real coffee. That, however, would not last for much longer :: Chirakis: :::shifts her attention to the map::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I did... Jylliene: I have not had an updated estimated completion time yet, but they're going hard at it. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last tray of seedlings. Sets the watering and lighting systems:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, it didn't have a lot in there didn't it? ::unwraps a piece of hard candy from her pocket:: You want a piece of candy? I had it in my ration. Tarisa: Miana> ::Eyes the candy for a moment, before nodding.:: Scott Coleridge: ::staring at his console as lines of code scroll past, frowning:: Chirakis: I see that they are. ::pauses a moment, then turns to her::: Commander Kital, do we not have replicators that are not in use somewhere on the station? Andrew Minard: ::recycles the sample, picks up his tool bag and heads for the CSCI's office:: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and puts the candy in Miana's mouth:: Ahh... Tarisa: Miana> Ahh Jylliene: ::can see blips flipping from red to green as they're moving along:: Of course. The shuttles and our other craft should be usable - the Nei'rrh, the Aegean. Chirakis: Surely there must be others besides what we are actually using in case some break down. Jylliene: We also have some in storage. Not many, mind you. Jylliene: And these staterooms are empty - their replicators have remained powered down and should be fine. Alexis McFarland: I heard my parents' ship will be bringing food and stuff with them. But, that's still a day and a half away. Jylliene: ::indicating on the map:: Andrew Minard: ::enters the CSCI's Office:: ::Tarisa:: Chief, ::hands over the other tricorder, the one with the downloaded virus on it:: here is the program we found in Engineering. ::wipes the sweat from his brow:: Chirakis: ::checking the map::: I wonder why, if they aren't affected, they are not in use. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::has the fast growing seeds all set. Even if they replicators get fixed it was a good experiment on the potential crop yields:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I know we are in the middle of wiping all these replicators, but do you think we should set up a replicator using the power of a shuttle or fighter? Tarisa: Miana> Mmm. ::Blinks.:: I do not think they would have enough food for the entire station. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wipes another replicator and tags it for completion :: Oh wait... I need to get a fresh copy to make the master copy. :: Talks into his PADD :: Computer, set up a comm link with Starfleet Corps of Engineers, replication division. Jylliene: Waiting to figure out what the issue is? Jylliene: How would we monitor access? Alexis McFarland: I don't know. Even if they did, it'd only be enough for a day or two Tarisa: ::Looking at it.:: This is the cause of the replicator issues? Chirakis: Good point. Jylliene: We'd need security to keep things orderly. Jylliene: But if worse comes to worst, we certainly could. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ One replicator for the entire station? The only one I would entertain using is a simple embedded only version. Something that only does water and such. mimipavilion: ::finishes with her current exhausted engineer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::contacting some engineers to coordinate their efforts from Main engineering:: Chirakis: ::snort:: Orderly is not exactly available at the moment. Andrew Minard: This program is the one I downloaded from a replicator in Engineering, I believe it contains the virus. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps out of the hydroponics lab, reading a PADD "101 Ways to Cook BioEngineered Bean Sprouts"::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets contacted by SfCoE :: Jylliene: Maybe we could consider setting up some on a separate network after this - so many per deck. Just in case. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Several affected replicators stop malfunctioning, going quiet or responding to orders in a sensible way. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dacia:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I don't know why would couldn't route power from a shuttle or even your hummingbird to operator a few replicators Chirakis: ::she leans against the console next to Jylliene:: Tarisa: Have you reported to the Chief Engineer? Jylliene: Plus at least one in medical, and in other critical areas. Chirakis: Possible ::Jylliene:: mimipavilion: ::softly:: They’re all exhausted. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ It's not power that's the problem, it's the replication database getting updated with an altered matrix. We are very lucky the safeties were not overridden and someone killed. Chirakis: Still, there would be rationing, and for 6,000 plus aboard, that could be difficult. Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: I was just going to return the tool bag to Nijil Ma'am. Perhaps Computer Sciences would like a look at the program. The science lab replicators are fully functional. Dacia Sandero: ::nods at Mimi:: They're pushing themselves hard to restore the replicators for sure. I wish more people on the station appreciated that. Jylliene: Yes. But easier to monitor access to a number spread out per deck...and it would feel less catastrophic. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ we're also very lucky we don't have more casualties from lack of nutrition or thirst Scott Coleridge: ACTION> All replicators, even the ones not yet reset, resume working normally. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sends a message to the Corps about getting the most stable updated database :: Johnson Kenyon: ::receiving reports that the replicators are now functional:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'm going to the CnC to report our findings so far Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC, still reading her PADD:: Chirakis: ::she straightens up::: Commander... ::walking toward the CnC replicator::: Jylliene: "Just go down to the emergency replicator at a specific assigned location per area" is less panic inducing than going to one central location with a huge line Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a replicator:: Hey, all the lights are working on it. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ what happened? I'm receiving reports all over the station that the replicators are now functional Dacia Sandero: ::walks over to the replicator:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ My daughter has been through worse than this, so since we are so close I am not worried. mimipavilion: ::looks at it:: Hmm that's odd Scott Coleridge: ::still frowning as he scrolls through lines of code:: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: Computer, tea.. earl grey, hot. Tarisa: ::Holds onto the tricorder and moves from her desk.:: I will take this to the Chief Engineer first. Then we will go from there. Go get some rest for now. :;Heading for her door.:: And good job. ::Smiles as she heads for the lab exit. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ I am getting reports that the replicators are working, but I was not finished. Dacia Sandero: ::watches the tea materialize:: Huh. Good job Nijil. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, I'll have to try that one. ::puts a tap on one of the recipes:: Andrew Minard: ::smiles and plops down on a chair:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Checking from my end. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to science station:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I estimate that we completed about 28% of the work Scott Coleridge: ::hears Nijil's comm:: Hmm mimipavilion: ::goes and stands:: Ok that's it. I'll make sure that is mentioned Tarisa: ::Has the computer locate Nijil and begins to head in his area.:: Andrew Minard: ::to himself:: Hmm, nice office space. ::tries not to get too comfy:: Chirakis: ::stopping at the replicator::: Coffee. French ground. Thick. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes.. if they don't already know. Dacia Sandero: ::drinks the tea:: mimipavilion: I'll be back, Dacia. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Confirmed. Looks good. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The Starfleet Corps of Engineers are sending me the latest update to the replication matrix database now, so I am not sure what is going on. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: Captain, I've been trying to figure out the cause of the malfunction, and I'm... troubled. If the replicators are working again, I'm more troubled. Jylliene: Looks like things are back online, Captain. Jylliene: ::pauses to let Coleridge speak:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Curses in old Rihan :: mimipavilion: ::goes to tl and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: :::takes the cup as the replicator finishes, and takes a sip::: It is coffee, exactly as I asked. Chirakis: ::Scott:: And why would that be? Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Sickbay receives a medical emergency alert in engineering. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his padd :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches a kid try to replicate a chocolate bar::: Boy>. Hey! It worked! ::grabs the chocolate bar and takes a bite:: Yeah, it's chocolate all right. Chirakis: :::notes Mimi entering but her focus is on Andrew Minard: ::breathes deeply:: +Computer+ Please transport this tool bag to Main Engineering storage locker. Chirakis: Scott::: Johnson Kenyon: ((:I'm in Main Engineering... can I see the problem?)) Tarisa: ::Arrives at Nijil's location.:: I may have at least a partial explanation. ::Holding up a tricorder.:: One of my officers found a virus. Dacia Sandero: Uh oh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to compare version numbers and the changes from base to update :: Dacia Sandero: ::Grabs her med kit:: I best be on my way. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Chirakis and Scott:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well, the replicator malfunction was a systemic issue, not an equipment failure. Looking over the code... it looks like some kind of virus was planted in the system. But that's not the part that bothers me. Chirakis: Go on... Andrew Minard: ::watches the black tool bag dematerialize and stands up:: Alexis McFarland: ::heads to Engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Tarisa, still not used to seeing a feline species :: I figured as much. Can you extract it so I can examine the code? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::marks a few more before turning her attention to the goings on:: Chirakis: ::Jylliene, aside:: Engage emergency scrubbers for CnC. Tarisa: Do you have a secure terminal I can plug this into? Jylliene: Right away. Jylliene: ::engages :: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: No one is to enter until the emergency is over. Andrew Minard: ::leaves the CSCI's Office and heads to the nearest replimat:: Dacia Sandero: ::Enters Engineering:: Where's the emergency? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh na na, not going to connect it to the system. :: Holds out a bio-isolinear rod in his hand :: Here is a good copy of the matrix database. Scott Coleridge: Well, I haven't had a chance to examine the virus itself. But looking at the altered code... our resets shouldn't have worked. And they shouldn't have fixed the problem. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am Jylliene: ::sets the protocol:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Scott and Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks longingly at the replicator, but knows better, chews on his lemon energy bar :: Tarisa: ::Takes the rod and connects it to the tricorder.:: Here you are. ::Hands them both over.:: Chirakis: Is there a possibility that we are not dealing with a virus? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the doctor:: Doctor, nice of you to visit. Emergency? Nijil tr'Korjata: The rod is read-only Johnson Kenyon: ::yawns:: Dacia Sandero: ::Johnson:: Yeah, we received a medical alert in engineering. Dacia Sandero: ::looks around for anyone sick or injured:: Scott Coleridge: Sorry, yes,that's what I mean. Andrew Minard: +Computer+ I'll have some trout and green beans and a cold glass of water. ::sits down to a meal in the replimat:: Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks:: Honestly, most of the engineering staff is so tired that I've given most of them time to rest Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the virus headers :: Oh, this is a big file and I have a big headache. Nijil tr'Korjata: Does your species get headaches? Scott Coleridge: Sickbay> +Mimi+ Sickbay to Dr. Pavilion. Dacia Sandero: I prescribe a cup of coffee. I hope that wasn't the medical emergency. Johnson Kenyon: I don't think there's anyone emergency here. mimipavilion: I'm right here Scott. Johnson Kenyon: It's practically just myself Jylliene: ::ponders - to Chirakis:: Sabotage? Annisha: :: Is keeping pace with Alexis :: Tarisa: Sometimes usually in extreme fatigue. Alexis McFarland: ::replicates a Blubby Burgers, watches them materialize:: Yay! Scott Coleridge: I mean that it *looks* like a virus, but even if there is a virus in there... I'm not sure that it's responsible for what happened. Alexis McFarland: Looks like your dad fixed the replicators. ::to Annisha:: Andrew Minard: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, this is Minard, I returned your tool bag to the Main Engineering storage locker. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head:: +Minard+ thank you. Alexis McFarland: ::Tosses one to Annisha and Miana, and takes a bite of hers:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Puts her hands up in joy.:: mimipavilion: Is there something wrong, Scott? Scott Coleridge: Sickbay> +Mimi+ Sickbay to Dr. Pavilion. We keep receiving medical emergency alerts, but when we send medics... there's no emergency. Johnson Kenyon: ::to the doctor:: No one reported an emergency to me, doctor Andrew Minard: ::puts a napkin on his lap and drinks the water:: Johnson Kenyon: ::overheads the Comm to Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Hon, don't use the replicators, nor let your friends use them. I'm being cautious. Dacia Sandero: hm, that's weird. Okay then. Oh, and good job on fixing the replicators so fast. mimipavilion: +Sickbay+ I'll let CnC know. Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping console:: Alexis McFarland: ::too late, eating her burger:: mimipavilion: ::clears her throat:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Was about to take a bite, then frowns.:: Boo... Annisha: +Nijil+ What? But a Blubby-free day is a day not worth living. Chirakis: ::putting her cup aside:: Yes, Doctor? Alexis McFarland: It tastes like a Blubby burger Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rolls eyes :: +Annisha+ You'll manage. Alexis McFarland: Boo. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, it appears our glitches have reemerged in your department Andrew Minard: ::enjoying a meal in the replimat on Deck 7:: Dacia Sandero: Well, that's great. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ the glitches have switched to medical emergencies mimipavilion: I came to report that we have a lot of exhausted engineers and now my department has a lot of false medical emergencies. Dacia Sandero: I better head back then. Tarisa: May I have a copy of this? I would like Computer Sciences involved. Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to Sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walks over to the replicator, turns it on:: coffee Alexis McFarland: ::continues to eat her burger nonetheless:: Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi::: So if we do not have problems via virus, what else could cause these seemingly random problems? Andrew Minard: ::finishes the last bite:: +Dran+ Lieutenant Dran, what is your location? Tae'Lynn Dran: Sounding like an investigative attack ::she said mostly just thinking out loud:: Scott Coleridge: False medical emergencies? Hmm. That would have to be... ::opens another diagnostic window:: Internal sensors or comms. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: I haven't ruled out a virus, mind you. Chirakis: And if not those? Nijil tr'Korjata: Copy of the virus or copy of the master matrix Tae'Lynn Dran: +Minard+ I am on the CnC. Tarisa: Both, if it will help us solve this faster. Andrew Minard: +Dran+ Aye Ma'am. I'm going to my quarters per Cmdr. Tarisa. Just to lie down for a bit. Alexis McFarland: Seemed all right to me. ::finishes her burger:: I feel better now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me make a copy :: does so :: Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to desk, puts down coffee:: zzzz Tarisa: Miana> ::Staring at Alexis to see if she is about to turn blue.:: Hmmm.... Chirakis: Let's rule out the virus, Commander, and everything else that seems to be caused by random things... if that makes sense. Alexis McFarland: Hmm? mimipavilion: ::thinks, no in particular:: could it be from a remote location, like not from within the station. Scott Coleridge: Yes, we could assume the glitches aren't random. Jylliene: ::on a hunch, starts tracking down access and update records for systems on the station, starting with replicators, internal sensors and communications, and then looking for anything else in the same time frame:: Tarisa: Miana> I am waiting... Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Possibly. Alexis McFarland: For me to keel over and die? Hmm, not yet... Andrew Minard: ::in my bunk day dreaming of replicator stasis chambers and the like:: Scott Coleridge: A virus could still be the culprit… I'm just not certain it's consistent with the changes I saw to the replicator code. It looked like something that wasn't a virus trying hard to pretend to be a virus. Chirakis: They certainly do not seem random. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the boy who ate the chocolate bar, he seems fine too:: Scott Coleridge: If it's a remote operator... that implies someone has remote access to the station computer. Jylliene: ::looking for things that line up between the replicators, internal sensors, and communications:: Chirakis: Indeed it does. Jylliene: Could someone link in from the shipyard? Nijil tr'Korjata: Tarisa, my daughter wanted me to ask if Miana can have a sleepover at our place. I told her I would ask. Tarisa: Miana> Are you sure? You could still get sick. Johnson Kenyon: zzzz Dacia Sandero: ::makes it back to Sickbay and sighs. A few other doctors came back and said the same thing:: Jylliene: ::to Chirakis & Coleridge:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Yes, theoretically. Although I would be surprised that anyone with malicious intent could do that without Jorahl noticing. Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Possibly. I would believe that it would be someone closer. Alexis McFarland: I can always visit Dacia in the Sickbay if I do. I hope I don't. Tarisa: ::Tilts head a bit.:: I would have to ask her mother, but I doubt there would be a problem. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Ensign Minard begins feeling... lighter. Jylliene: ::nods, knowing that Jorahl Sees All:: Chirakis: ;::Scott:: Agreed.... Jylliene: Has anyone angered Jorahl lately? Johnson Kenyon: ::wakes suddenly:: Jylliene: ::slight grin:: Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Chief, what if someone is trying to starve us out / off the station. ::stands up and gets very dizzy:: Whoa Chirakis: Not that..... :::watching her coffee cup float up about an inch::: mimipavilion: ::nods, then looks at Kenyon:: Problems Mr. Kenyon Chirakis: Now, that makes no sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands:: Ma'am Johnson Kenyon: sorry. Just a little sleepy... ::reaches for coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::to himself:: I wonder if the artificial gravity plating is malfunctioning? Tarisa: +Minard+ That would seem excessive... ::Taking her copy from Nijil.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his head :: I am finding it hard to concentrate Jylliene: ::adds the artificial gravity systems to the computer search:: Chirakis: :::Scott::: Where would these "glitches" have to originate? Johnson Kenyon: ::sips coffee and spits it out:: I forgot.... I hate the stuff... but it sure wakes me up Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Commander, I'm feeling a bit light headed at the moment. Scott Coleridge: The simplest way would be to have access to a computer terminal, of course. But that would also be the easiest for us to trace. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Chirakis: (Good one, Andrew) Scott Coleridge: I think if we're assuming we have a saboteur, they'll have found a less obvious point of entry into the system. Andrew Minard: (::blushes:: thanks!) Scott Coleridge: The problem is that once you have physical access to the station, there's really a large number of ways to hack into the computer if you can get past the security. Tarisa: +Minard+ Then report to sickbay, if you feel it necessary. ::Looking to Nijil.:: You might do the same. Chirakis: Shut down the computer system except for CnC? Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Aye. will do ::steps out of his quarters and into the corridor for some fresh air and a stroll:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am just tired, but also afraid this problem will keep me up. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Multiple decks across the station, including CnC, experience gravity plating malfunction. Everyone feels 20 to 50% lighter. Dropping objects becomes... interesting. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Did you get my last message, sir? the glitches have migrated to the emergency communications Jylliene: ::sighs:: Alexis McFarland: I feel funny.. what's happening? ::Drops her pencil:: Wooooow, look at that! mimipavilion: I think I'll stay here, to help monitor any possible medical emergencies. Johnson Kenyon: ::suddenly feels lighter and spills coffee on him:: Ouch! Scott Coleridge: If this is a saboteur, they must have a goal. Chirakis: ::not... happy as she begins to float::: Kahless... Johnson Kenyon: What the heck! Alexis McFarland: ::floating out of her chair:: Uh oh... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Either that our getting lost in my mountain of messages. mimipavilion: ::begins to float:: Ugh... Jylliene: ::watching the screen scroll as the computer continues to check:: Dacia Sandero: :feels the lightness as well:: What? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finds the floor feels slipperier than normal, takes a seat:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ something is affecting gravity Andrew Minard: ::becomes VERY apprehensive, remembering what happened to a Klingon Chancellor long time ago:: Jylliene: ::holds on to her seat:: Tarisa: Then I will leave you for now. But you should rest while you can. ::Steps out of his office. Feels like she is about to float a moment.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches her eraser float by her:: Uhh... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Speaking of which. I am getting gravity generator malfunctions on at least a dozen levels. Tarisa: Miana> ::Holds onto Alexis and the table.:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Alexis McFarland: ::holds onto Miana:: Aww man. Kinda fun though.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Holds onto the console :: Great.. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm getting that too... I think we've no choice but to purge systems before something really bad happens Tarisa: ::Heads to Computer Sciences as quickly as she can.:: Andrew Minard: ::grabs for his cricket phaser and makes his way to Sickbay as best he can:: Annisha: :: Holds onto something :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Sabotaged replicators, lowered gravity. Sounds like someone is REALLY desperate to reach their diet goals. Scott Coleridge: Computer, restrict environmental systems controls to command level personnel and reset to defaults, authorization Coleridge Kappa-Lambda-Kappa. Chirakis: Computer> Compliance. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Gravity returns gradually to affected areas. Alexis McFarland: ::Falls back down in her chair:: Oof! Johnson Kenyon: ::slips on his spilled coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::flops down onto Medical's front door:: mimipavilion: ::drops back down:: Scott Coleridge: ::feels himself settle more into his seat:: Whew. Well that should prevent anyone from cutting life support too, assuming they don't have our command codes. But it's not a long-term solution, and we can't lockdown every system. Tarisa: Miana> ::Glad she was above her chair.:: Umph. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I've got to head to medical, but things are not getting any better Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: forgot his coffee mug drifted away earlier, then it spills on his uniform as gravity is restored :: Oh, what! Dacia Sandero: :::hears something flop:: What happened? You okay, mate? ::looks down at Minard and gets some orderlies to pick him up:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to Medical:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Captain, we can try to fix the affected systems, but if there is a single mind behind this, we're always going to be on the defensive. Andrew Minard: ::lays down on a biobed, holstering his cricket phaser:: I'm good, I just tripped on the deck Ma'am. Scott Coleridge: If we can try to figure out *why* they're causing seemingly random malfunctions, perhaps we can anticipate where they're going with this and set some kind of trap. Alexis McFarland: Ow, that was a hard landing. ::rubs her backside:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Do what au have to do. Jylliene: I'm trying to track down updates and access to the affected systems, to see if there's a common denominator. mimipavilion: I'd feel better being on the offensive Andrew Minard: ::Dacia:: I thought we'd be invaded Doc. Scott Coleridge: In the meanwhile, I suggest we restrict non-essential personnel's movement throughout the station and have security conduct sweeps of all restricted areas. It's possible someone is tapping into the computers through the EPS or ODN relays in a less-while-travelled area. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ We need to convene a meeting about these issues before it can't be followed. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm thinking we need a complete system reboot ::limping down the hall to Medical:: Tarisa: ::Gets the copies to Computer Sciences, suspending their other projects for the moment till they figure this out.:: Dacia Sandero: Invaded by whom? You okay? What're your symptoms? Jylliene: Maybe someone really, really wants us to welcome those thirty engineers. Chirakis: Given the circumstances, we can engage top level emergency protocols and shut down the station completely. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering SICKBAY:: Andrew Minard: :: Dacia:: I was feeling light headed after my "lunch" in the replimat. Chirakis: However, no one has been injured so far. Scott Coleridge: If we do that, though, we might force the saboteur's hand. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Perhaps, but the image may be damaged. Dacia Sandero: I see. Chirakis: Indeed we would. mimipavilion: At least not severely. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::ushers Johnson to a bio bed:: Scott Coleridge: Right now, everything we've done has been consistent with damage control. As far as the saboteur knows, we still think this is some kind of terrible malfunction. Tarisa: ::Heading for CnC, but finds the lifts to be in lockdown.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Can't we get another image? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Security is ready when you are Captain. Just give the word. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting in bio bed:: Dacia Sandero: ::Scans Andrew:: Is it due to exhaustion? How long have you been working? Chirakis: Thank you, Commander Cayne. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hope it does not come down to martial law. :: raises a brow :: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Exhaustion as well, I imagine? ::to Johnson:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to doctor Sandero:: I spilled coffee and slipped on it when the gravity returned to normal. I think I've sprained my ankle and may have a burn Chirakis: 10:58 PM Andrew Minard: ::Dacia:: I'm not used to heavy manual labor Doc. I'm a science officer. We've been dragging tools all over the starbase trying to help fix the replicators. Johnson Kenyon: ::to nurse:: that is a possibility Dacia Sandero: Oh dear. ::to Johnson:: We'll get you fixed up. ::to Andrew::: I know what you mean. They got you guys to the replicators too, eh? Johnson Kenyon: The worst of it is, the problem isn't fixed.. just migrated Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Security could easily send our culprit - if it is a culprit - elsewhere. Chirakis: (last words) Andrew Minard: Hahaha yeah. I think the station has a cold, either that or someone's trying to lay siege upon us. Dacia Sandero: ::Scans Andrew:: It looks like that's the case. Unless it was something you ate? But I don't think so with these readings. Scott Coleridge: ::realizes no one responded to Nijil's comm:: +Nijil+ Coleridge to Commander Korjata. Agreed that we need to meet. We here on the CnC have been having an... interesting... discussion. Dacia Sandero: Either option doesn't sound good. mimipavilion: I should probably switch medical to the backup generators until the situation is contained for the time being Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/18/19 - 11:00 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 4 pm for a command conference. Chirakis: Hopefully we will still be awake then. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... well done all. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. Personal Log, Stardate: 1018.19 Consider the visitation of the Megalodon freighter. Do we actually know why the Megalodon ship was in such close proximity to the starbase and for so short a time? How could this monstrous vessel infect Aegis' systems with such virulence? There was a clear succession of malfunctions shortly after the freighter's visit, namely a false red alert, station-wide replicator failures, and now the artificial gravity plating was on the fritz. Was it like medieval Earth? When during a siege, the enemy would throw rotten food and diseased animal corpses over the wall of the castle in order to sicken the inhabitants and starve or drive them out? This thought would persist in Ensign Minard's mind. Andrew felt terror at the prospect of the station being attacked in a vulnerable moment. The antigravity really scared him. This he chalked up partly to his anxiety at being so far from home and partly due to his knowledge of Federation/Klingon history. Surely whoever they were, they were incapable of overcoming a strategic starbase of the Allied Powers? At least not easily. The station's construction was fairly new. But one could not ask for a post farther from the safety of Earth. Minard knew that it was uncommon for science officers to transition into command positions, but there were some fine examples from the ones that did. He was eager to see action against the enemies of the Federation and slightly blinded by a need to succeed. From his youth, Andrew had wanted to put his scientific talents in service to Starfleet. With such exuberance, he dreamed of one day actually becoming an Admiral. His extensive study of Earth and Federation history gave him the desire and drive to achieve that goal. But this was a goal to be aspired to only in the far far future. His current duty was to the Science Department on Aegis, and that alone was his primary mission. In that vein, Minard had been doing a little research before coming aboard Sky Harbor Aegis. It was close to the former Breen Confederacy. He noted that at least one of their former colonies included a lupine or wolf-like species, hence the large snout. There was also another species, according to the scant database, who were without blood. These aliens would evaporate without refrigeration suits. So, perhaps one or more of these particular groups populated the Alien Alliance. Who exactly, were taking the Breen's place? Was it a rag tag collection of blood feuding clans or something more organized, more sinister? The prospect of the unknown was thrilling and not a little chilling. Andrew decided that he would do as much as he could to help penetrate/infiltrate the nebulous activities of the Alien Alliance. Afterall, they were sworn to conquer the Federation. He would continue to learn bits and pieces of information. The possibility of capturing one of their weapons, namely a virus, was his most important contribution yet. In Andrew's mind, the Sky Harbor was becoming an increasingly large target. Knowing that his Captain was an intelligence officer gave him some comfort. Surely she was aware of a great deal more than himself. In any case, it was far beyond his pay grade to worry about such things. Nevertheless, Minard always carried a cricket phaser carefully concealed by his side. The Engineering crew supplied Ensign Minard with a replicator, complete with the affected programming. He quickly downloaded it onto a tricorder for isolation and examination. The computer sciences division, whose trade he was not that unfamiliar with, would have a look at it. He handed over the tricorder to Commander Tarisa discreetly in her office. Andrew viewed Tarisa as an excellent superior officer. She allowed him to get some rest after the replicator tasks were complete and even complimented him on his hard work. It was a solicitous gesture and a light in the dark and cold interstellar medium of outer space. At times, the ensign's youth and inexperience gave him extreme ideas. Fortunately, she was much more level headed than he. Minard was, in fact, exhausted from his recent duties. However, he seems to have gotten a second wind. Making his way to sickbay during the partial gravity crisis, he was immediately put at ease by the kind ministrations of Doctor Sandero and her medical staff. He was glad to have been ordered to sickbay had it been necessary. If Aegis was attacked, the invaders might avoid the medical complex, from which he and his compatriots could stage a counter-offensive. In sickbay, Andrew did not exhibit any symptoms of concern, but surely something was afoot.
  6. Last week
  7. Joint log w/Alexis’ parents & Dr. Dacia Sandero Dacia’s Quarters – 2300 Dacia sat in her quarters and ate a granola bar before going to bed for the night. It was part of one of the emergency rations they handed out to people after the replicators went offline. Dacia let out a sigh. Of all the things to kill the replicators, it had to be the cup of coffee she replicated. She didn’t even drink coffee normally. You would think if anything would have killed them, it would have been all the food and decorations they replicated for Aegis’ anniversary party a few days ago – especially that giant Aegis cake that measured a storey tall, Dacia was obviously no engineer, but she thought that probably didn’t help the replicator situation in the first place. Like other people on the station, Dacia gave what she could of her leftovers to help with their supply of food to distribute amongst the station’s inhabitants and helped Dr. Pavilion take stock of the existing stocks of food rations they already had on hand. She and Dr. Pavilion reckoned they had enough on hand to last for at least the next day or two. While the engineering staff on hand worked on restoring the replicators, calls were made out to Starfleet HQ to send ships with food and other supplies to keep Aegis going under the repairs to the station’s replicators can be fully made, which at this point Dacia didn’t know exactly how long it would take. One of those ships was the USS Langley, a New Orleans class frigate which was already on their way to Aegis, carrying two rather important diplomats with them. Dacia sipped on her tea as she spoke with them via sub space. Robert and Mariah McFarland smiled back at Dacia from the Langley’s ready room with her captain Tony D’Amico, a relatively young man from Brooklyn. “It’s good to see you again Dacia. How’s Alexis doing?” Mariah asked. “As well as can be expected” Dacia replied. “She’s asleep now, but at least she ate pretty well given our situation”. Mariah smiled. “That’s good to hear. We can’t wait to see her again, but I’m afraid our arrival will be somewhat delayed, which brings us to the nature of our call” Mariah turned to Captain D’Amico. “Yes, we were supposed to be arriving tomorrow, but our ETA has been pushed back an extra day as were diverted to Starbase 41 to take on a large supply of food and other stuff you’se guys might need” D’Amico said. “How many people do you have again? 15-16,000?” Dacia nodded “We have about 16,000 in total, both Starfleet personnel and civilians”. D’Amico quickly did the math in his head. “So, all of our cargo bays are filled to the brim with food and all the other essentials you’ll need to survive. I’d say with that much people in total, we probably have enough to last you at least two or three days” “Well, I don’t know if we’ll have enough replicators online by then to sustain ourselves. I’m a doctor not an engineer, so I can’t even begin to guess how long it’ll take to get all of them up and running again, despite a significant increase to our engineering department” Dacia said. “Though not every race on board uses our replicators – we do have a sizeable Klingon population for instance, who of course eschews replicators opting for fresh raw food, like targ and gagh. But, even still, I think the total should be over the 15,000 mark anyway” “For the long term, I think you’ll be okay. We have spoken with Starfleet, and they are planning on diverting more ships to your location to help deliver food and whatever else you’ll need. I don’t know how many exactly, but I’d say around five or six within a reasonable travelling range to Aegis. I even heard the Klingons might be sending a ship there to deliver food to the Klingon populace on board.” Captain D’Amico said. “However, they’d still take a few days or so to arrive as they have a longer distance to travel to get to you. We were lucky, in that we were already on route to Aegis to drop off the McFarlands. But we’re still a day and a half out ourselves, what with our diversion to Starbase 41. I hope you have enough on hand to last you ‘till then” added D’Amico. Robert chimed in as well. “My father has also gotten wind of your emergency there and is offering to send some cargo freighters fully loaded with food and supplies. They’re big freighters, so I’d imagine that’d be enough food to last for at least a month, probably two. Problem is, there’s no nearby UFS freighters with any spare cargo space for additional items. I was told the freighters could get there in about a week, week and a half from Port Alexis” That was generous of the old man, Dacia thought to herself. Robert seemed to pick up on Dacia’s thoughts as well. “It was very nice of him to offer, but I guess his decision to do so, had more to do with not liking the prospect of his son and beloved granddaughter starving to death on the station” he said with a smile. Dacia smiled too. Robert’s father certainly loved Alexis. Given how much he sends her every week to make sure she’s happy and has anything she’d ever want or need and then some. Heck, he did name the company’s main processing hub after her. “I was told that his logistics personnel sent in the offer to your command staff less than an hour ago, but so far hadn’t heard back from them last I spoke to them, that was about 20 minutes ago” Robert said. As Captain D’Amico mentioned, that was good news, for the long term. Dacia thought to herself. In a few days, they should have enough to last them for a good while, but short term might be difficult. The Langley is still more than a day and a half out. “We’re still cataloguing what we have in stock, but it looks like we do enough to last us until the Langley arrives, but maybe only just. But we do appreciate the delivery of food, and the offer from your father as well. I know it will be a great benefit to everyone on the station, not just for you and Alexis so we’re grateful for the offer whether our command staff decides to take it or not” Robert nodded and smiled. “Of course. Starfleet certainly would let you guys starve and despite his shrewdness, my father is a caring person deep inside. We’re travelling as fast as we can, but good luck in your emergency situation” he said. “Thanks. It’ll be difficult for sure, but I’m sure we can manage. See you when you arrive” Dacia replied and the transmission ended, it was probably going to be a bit of a tough day and a half, but she was sure they’d survive till then.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. For the last 35 hours Aegis Engineering, with the assistance of USS Calgary, has been dealing with glitches throughout the station, the last of which are unreliable replicators. If the problem is not solved soon Aegis will have to begin distribution of distribute emergency supplies. Work shifts have gone from 4 hours to 2 hours. At sim begin, we hope that Engineering is coming close to fixing the problem.
  9. New Digs A Hakran K’hal Log With his personal gear chucked into his quarters on deck 3, and little thought of checking out his office on deck 9, Hakran made his way to deck 7: the home to the NSSL Sector, or non-specific science laboratories. This new setup, with entirely new types of variable-use-equipment, allowed for greater flexibility depending on mission profile, and allowed more than one lab to work in the same mode. That’s what was on the specs, anyway. Hakran wasn’t going to sign off on that as an “improvement” until he’d seen it for himself. Coming to the first double doorway for NSSL 1, he took a breath and coded himself in on the side panel. Stepping in, his first reaction was “bright!” His second reaction was “shiny” followed by “hmm.” Naturally the brand new layout still had that new lab smell and was sparkling clean. It seemed the room’s default lighting profile was set to “might as well be walking on the sun,” and he dimmed them by 25% just so he could get a better look without his pupils contracting so small as to turn into black holes, instead of, well… black holes. Able to take a proper look around, he was struck by just how generic the lab seemed. He’d had more dedicated purpose laboratories at his public high school back in San Francisco. He walked over to the storage room and open the doors, and was heartened by what he saw inside. Here were a lot of the items missing, which could apparently be dragged out on demand: low and high level containment units, quantum particle generators and more. Opening another door revealed an intriguing multi-purpose unit that, upon reading the label, could either act as a biological incubation unit or specimen holding. As each of the five labs of this type were supposed to be equally stocked, there certainly was flexibility. Hakran walked over and turned on one of the built-in consoles with multi-purpose analyzer unit. The familiar LCARS interface was slightly updated, and the unit was asking for which mode to load into. “Enable 4-D specimen analysis,” he said to the unit. The interface immediately changed with a very familiar (to him) set of readouts and options. His sensitive Caitian ears could hear the analyzer unit shifting its innards about. “Very nice,” he murmured. He poked around the interface a bit, occasionally finding the newest update to LCARS had finally added more intuitive next-action buttons so he didn’t have to pull up menus to do what was necessary. “Cancel operations,” he ordered. The computer asked if he would like to save his work, which of course wasn’t necessary, and upon getting the negative response the screen reverted to the state exactly as he had found it. With a scratch of his pointy beard, he found he had an administrative quandary on his hands: where to put his people, and how to deal with possibly having to punt them out of a lab if the mission required a change in the room’s profile. Well, he still had the more intellectually oriented rooms to look at, which supposedly were heavy on the consoles and display screens, as well as variable seating options to be the conference room of a scientist’s dreams or a suitable forum for sharing data and batting it back and forth, and more besides. There was also astrometrics, right next to the torture chamber, i.e. his office. He would have to visit that far sooner than he’d like, as he had a few personnel juggling acts to do. Other than the paperwork, he was starting to look forward to the new digs.
  10. "Oh boy." William said as he walked into his new Engineering Department. His department. He'd been working in Starfleet for a while and had resigned himself to always being the second or third fiddle down in an Engineering Department. He expected the history of explosions, not entirely his fault, that followed him in his career to keep Starfleet from trusting him with an entire department. "I think I'm going to be sick." he said as he leaned against the main console. "Sir?" the Tellarite Ensign that was working on one of the panels behind William turned to look at him, "Do I need to call the doctor?" "No, no, it's just nerves." Williams said as he took a couple deep breaths, "I've never had 350 lives directly in my hands like this before." "Weren't you serving on the previous version of the Excalibur? I'm sure you had that many lives in your hands back then." "But there was a Chief Engineer above me that time. Someone that could keep me from doing anything too crazy...depending on the Chief of course, but even if we wanted to get too crazy the XO on the Excalibur was a former Chief Engineer so she knew how to keep us in line. Right now, I don't know anything about the officer right above me." "Well, I doubt the Captain would have you here as Chief Engineer or that Starfleet would allow you to be here as Chief Engineer if they didn't think that you could do it." William watched the Tellarite walk back to where she had been working on the panel. "What's your name Ensign?" "Torthem bim Zhuffand, sir." "Thank you Ensign." "Couldn't let you think you didn't deserve to be here sir. I'm sure you're going to be fine." "Either way, thank you." William said before he started to walk around his Engineering Department. His department. One with what seemed like excellent crewmembers to help him keep the ship in space.
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  12. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1049, STARDATE 51910.14 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least, even criminal in most corners of the galaxy. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. Now the Captain is sending down an away team to infiltrate Mork's house while he sleeps in hopes of finding out what he's really hiding underneath. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1049, STARDATE 51910.14 = /\ =
  13. SD 1013.2019 It's been over a month since the Excalibur was formally decommissioned. Many of the crew have gone their own way seeking other assignment or moved on from Starfleet altogether. Curiously, the core of the old senior staff have found themselves rounded up in a conference room on Mars, but with no other orders. No one has seen either of their former command team in weeks, either.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ACTION> There are small plates and even bottles of champagne in the lounge. For a briefing it is a bit, unusual. Rhan K'hal: :: enters the lounge and stops short, seeing the spread :: VonDrake: ::walking into the lounge, spots all the goodies:: William Chocox: ::walks in and looks at everything suspiciously:: Hakran K'hal: :: as he was walking behind his brother, smacks right into him but spins around with Caitian agility, glaring at him on the pass-by :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood at the window, waiting for the others to arrive, studying Excalibur as it floated in space. She looked as rough on the outside as she did the inside, but Miranda still thought her an elegant ship.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrives at the briefing, fresh, clean, and not smelling like booze. Success! Unsure of the etiquette in this case, and suspicious of the spread, she waits for someone else to start snacking first. She whispers to Hakran. :: "This isn't normal, is it?" Rhan K'hal: :: finally heads the rest of the way in :: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Perhaps if we had just saved the Federation from an invasion. Not so much for a briefing. VonDrake: ::wonders what the celebration is about:: Indaura Ryssan: :: At the briefing :: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting at a table in the lounge, she begins people watching, but can't help to glance out the viewport once in a while.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh, will there be food here? Hakran K'hal: That is generally what plates are for. :: nods toward them :: VonDrake: ::sees the Excalibur out the viewport, just kinda stares at it for a second:: Rhan K'hal: :: grabs a seat by Maryse :: Despite the bubbly, this has the feeling of a wake. William Chocox: ::looks out the window:: Those station monkeys better not ruin her. Cptn Swain: ::Enters the room, wearing his hair down.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh goodie. Hakran K'hal: :: double-takes the informal Swain :: VonDrake: ::looks over at William:: I'm sure they're doing fine. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a plate, et al :: William Chocox: ::scoffs:: They better. Irene Mincine: "Pretty sure we did a good job of that already..." :: She muttered after Chocox spoke, and then instinctively stood at attention when Swain walked in, formal or not. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned to survey the crew, hands held behind her back.:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher smiled, and made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: flips an ear at Irene's comment, but doesn't add any commentary :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Rhan.:: It definitely seems like it.:: Cptn Swain: Everyone here? William Chocox: Looks like it Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glancing about, she nodded.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene realizes she's the only one at attention and relaxes. She takes a seat near Hakran. :: Cptn Swain: ::Gets a drink from a passing waiter:: VonDrake: ::didn't even notice the wait staff:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everyone, please help yourselves. ::She gestured to the table laden with appetizers and beverages.:: William Chocox: ::still suspicious about the spread:: VonDrake: ::grabs a piece of shrimp, dips in some cocktail sauce, and takes a bite:: Rhan K'hal: Why do I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security? ::dry & rhetorical:: William Chocox: ::takes some nibbles:: Maryse Dubois: Because this isn't the first time. ::Smirks.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Was very hungry for some reason :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs some lunchmeat slices and pours herself some hot tea. :: "They're buttering us up before they announce we're all getting psychiatric evaluations for our performance." Cptn Swain: ::Clinks his glass with a small rod to get everyone's attention: VonDrake: ::grabs some seltzer water from the waiter, actually surprised that they had some:: Hakran K'hal: :: passes on the spread, swivels ears and gaze to Swain at the clinking :: William Chocox: ::has procured some bourbon:: Irene Mincine: :: Looks to the informal captain when the clinking occurs. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up, with a cube of cheese in her mouth :: Ummph Cptn Swain: Hello everyone. Thank you for coming. I hope you're enjoying the food and drinks. William Chocox: Depends on the outcome of this meeting Cptn Swain: We've had a... interesting few weeks. Irene Mincine: :: Quietly... :: "You could say that..." :: Sip. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Rhan K'hal: :: didn't bring his PADD, so he can't send the "get on with it" audio clips to Swain's communicator - which is probably a good thing - maybe :: Cptn Swain: I am afraid that I don't have the good news you were I hope you were also hoping for. Maryse Dubois: :;Quietly to Rhan.:: Here it comes... Indaura Ryssan: :: frowns :: Cptn Swain: Starfleet has determined after a review of the damage and the larger needs of the Fleet, that the Excalibur is to be decommissioned. William Chocox: [Expletive Deleted] VonDrake: ::both eyebrows raise Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks down at the table and puts her head down. Klingon cursing is muffled by her arms. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda threw a glance out at the ship, but didn't look at all surprised.:: Hakran K'hal: :: not having been on board very long, doesn't really have an emotional attachment to the ship, but realizes others do :: Cptn Swain: We'll have a few days for you to collect your things. They'll be beginning stripping the few salvageable systems soon. Rhan K'hal: And then? Cptn Swain: I wish that I had better news. I've spoken with Starfleet Command, and for now there's no immediate plans to begin construction on a new ship. William Chocox: And what about us? Where do we go? William Chocox: ::has visions of being a station monkey:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked to Maryse, then the captain. :: "What does that mean for us?" Cptn Swain: You'll all have the opportunity to take some much needed leave, after that -- I can help anyone with new assignments if you want. A few people owe me favorites. Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't seem all that surprised, but does look at least a little sad.:: Cptn Swain: ::Holds up his champagne flute:: To the Excalibur... she was...is... a good ship. William Chocox: I think I'm going to be sick. ::downs the bourbon and grabs another:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: To the Excalibur. ::Miranda half-heartedly held up her glass in toast before downing the entire contents.:: Irene Mincine: "I feel like jumping into a warp core..." :: She refills her teacup with the closest alcoholic beverage she can find on the table, and joins in the toast. :: Cptn Swain: ::Drinks his champagne:: William Chocox: ::downs his bourbon again:: VonDrake: ::holds up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, trying to process this info:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd like to say to everyone that, though the circumstances of her decommissioning are less than ideal, you have all served admirably well. I have been proud to call you part of her crew. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: No Captain could ask for a finer crew. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nothing you did led to this moment. It is simply an unfortunate series of events. We will rebound and move on. William Chocox: Hmph Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked unconvinced of that as she surreptitiously refilled her teacup with more bubbly. :: Rhan K'hal: My family can confirm that breaking Excaliburs is a long-established tradition. Hakran K'hal: :: swipes Irene's cup :: No you don't Indaura Ryssan: To another home. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: And, Miranda... I couldn't have had a better first officer. William Chocox: Let her have it K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "No, he's right and I... I shouldn't, not in my mood." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like a nice gesture. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in acknowledgement to Swain, though sadly.:: We should talk after. ::Quietly to him.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finger waves a waiter over, grabs Irene a sparkling juice :: William Chocox: Man, I'm going to have to learn how to not be weird in Engineering. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, and cleared his throat:: Please, enjoy yourselves. Thank you all, again, for being the best crew I've ever had the pleasure of commanding, William Chocox: (M) Wonder if I could get the replicators to produce Everclear. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: So. More official leave after three weeks of being on hold. What are you thinking? Maryse Dubois: I'm thinking we need to get off of this station. Cptn Swain: ::Smiles again, and motions for Miranda to follow him to a quieter area of the lounge:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Figures she would head back home :: Rhan K'hal: That I can agree with wholeheartedly. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A jazz band begins playing music softly, and the waiters bring out more food and drinks. William Chocox: San Francisco here I come, doo-dah doo-dah Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She takes another glass of champagne with her as she follows Swain, leaving the crew to discuss the situation among themselves.:: William Chocox: ::turns to Von Drake:: What about you? Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks to Hakran and sips the sparkling juice. :: "Disgusting." :: She drinks the rest. :: "Refreshing, but disgusting." :: She shakes her head. :: "I don't know what I'm going to do. Proxima's pretty far from here. I've been in for... what, a year, so I don't think I have much leave..." Hakran K'hal: What do you WANT to do? Maryse Dubois: Any planets of interest nearby? VonDrake: ::didn't notice the band either, is beginning to doubt his situational awareness:: I dunno, Daystrom Institute, maybe? Rhan K'hal: On our side of the borders? Not so much. They picked an asteroid for 39 Tango for a reason. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "What I _want_ to do right now is... not appropriate for polite company." Maryse Dubois: Bleh... William Chocox: Hm, interesting. What's out there for you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: VonDrake: ::thinking about Crystal:: Friends... Cptn Swain: ::Glances over once they're out of eat shot: William Chocox: Ah, "friends" :: makes the air quotes:: Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Honestly, if we're not getting a group transfer to a new ship, I'm thinking maybe I should just get on with it. After three weeks I'm itching to work. Hakran K'hal: Well, what kind of impolite company do you need? Cptn Swain: I talked to the Admiral, she's going to do what she can to get Starfleet to give us a new ship, but I don't know. She's all but offered me the Strausbourg. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: I'd still need an executive officer. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed heartily at Hak's terrible joke, which lightened her mood. :: "The female kind would be nice, for a start." :: Sip. :: VonDrake: ::nods:: Maybe I can get an assignment there... I always liked research William Chocox: Could be fun. Hakran K'hal: I'm afraid I'm all out of those. I could call my mom, but if you've seen Rhan in a bossy mood, imagine that times 10. Though speaking of Rhan, he knows the station pretty well, he might be able to make you an introduction if it's that big of an itch. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a sip of her drink, frowning.:: I would be honored, but... I've already requested reassignment to the fleet yards at Utopia Planitia. I was offered a command position in their engineering department, and I think I want to get back to do hands on work. At least for the interim. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I totally understand. I should at least look into some temporary assignments, or maybe a project. Cptn Swain: ::He smiled:: I understand. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head and laughed some more. :: "I'm sure I can find my own company. I've got a lot of practice. But more importantly, if you're going after an assignment, lemme know. I'd love to keep working with you." VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah. But I don't know if I'm ready to give up on a field assignment, not so quickly. VonDrake: ::looks at William:: What's in the cards for you? William Chocox: I have no clue...I need to learn how to make friends though. I fear I'm going to become a station monkey. Cptn Swain: When do you leave? Rhan K'hal: I imagine if you put your name on the free agent list, you could choose the cream of the crop. With your kind of experience. Honestly, if you were more interested in command, 'Fleet would be offering you an XO position on a hospital ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It will be nice to not be in danger of exploding on every mission. ::She sighed and glanced back to the window.:: Day after tomorrow. I'm hitching a ride with the Rialto. Cptn Swain: ::He left it unsaid, but he assumed that meant she'd asked for the reassignment even before they'd learned about decision.:: Hakran K'hal: I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure why I haven't, I wasn't exactly expecting any other news than what we heard. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I was just waiting on the official word. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Let's have dinner then tonight. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged. :: "I can't imagine I'm an officer in high demand, other than the scarcity of exobiologists." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, one last time. ::She glanced back to him, a tinge of regret in her eyes.:: Hakran K'hal: Well, if I do finagle a spot I'll see if I can shoehorn you in. Though I'm not exactly high on the ladder. Though I suppose I could pull a Rhan and use family connections, but I hate doing that. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hah...I would end up being a pain in the ass. ::Shrugs:: But I don't quite think they are ready for me yet. Indaura Ryssan: :; More cheese :: VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Nothing wrong with that. Station work is admirable Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "I have some family connections too, if you can't find anything. I'm sure I'll be okay, even if I end up sitting on a research station splicing potato genes for the rest of my life." Cptn Swain: Good. 1830, then. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: You'd probably hate it anyway, means even more paperwork and less patient time. Maryse Dubois: ::shudders:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll see you then. Hakran K'hal: You can always make French Fries with what you don't splice. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 October 2019 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Most major systems have been repaired. Minor glitches are still driving us crazy, The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily and creates a spike in the fusion generators. All replicators go offline. Engineering is now struggling to pinpoint and rectify the problem. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Andrew Minard: ::standing at science station ii, tricorder at the ready:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::where she has been, tied up in one experiment or another:: Dacia Sandero: ::n medical, wrapping up her work:: Chirakis: ::CnC, monitoring the glitches as they glitch.::: Alexis McFarland: ::in the park with Miana and Annisha, feeling better after a nice long nap curled up with her friends:: Jylliene: ::Ops, displeased at the glitches and trying to generally keep tabs on things:: Chirakis: ;;without looking up:: Commander Kital, call for reports in all sections. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa, Dran+ I'd like to take a look at the bulk storage containers in the cargo bays. I think there could be a problem. Alexis McFarland: ::awake by now and feeling hungry:: You guys hungry? Wanna head down to the food court to grab something to eat? Jylliene: +Eng, medical, security, science, tactical+ Status reports, all sections. mimipavilion: +jylliene+ Medical is a go. Chirakis: ::small sigh of relief knowing that medical is not a problem::: Jylliene: ::echoing that:: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Dacia says the replicators are still offline, but there are some places that cook their food and are unaffected. Tarisa: :;Had stepped into the lab.:: +Minard+ Oh? What sort of problem? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hits the auto reply which sends out enough data to show she's still alive:: Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Well, if the replicators are malfunctioning perhaps we might check on the raw mater suspensions as a possible source? Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the work order list:: Jylliene: +Med+ Copy that, doctor. Thank you. Tarisa: +Jylliene+ Sciences report ready. Jylliene: +Tarisa+ Copy, Science ready. Thank you. Dacia Sandero: ::taking stock of their supplies in case the replicators are offline for awhile:: Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of the lift::: Tarisa: +Minard+ I see. Proceed, but coordinate with a member of engineering. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Engineering aye. Andrew Minard: ::waits for the lift to open:: Johnson Kenyon: ::yawns:: ::thinking,this is getting old:: Chirakis: ::steps in front of the entering yeoman:: Is that a new type of.... doughnut: Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ Engineering is trying to keep up with the repairs, Ma'am... sorry for the late report Andrew Minard: +TL+ Deck 70 ::descends:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Do you have the power and supplies needed so far? Chirakis: Yeoman> No,ma'am. These are called fritters. Apple fritters. And this here is cheese danish. Jylliene: ((oo. Apple fritters.)) Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ Yes, Ma'am. We're just running ragged Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ It's more tendius at this point Chirakis: :::slow nod::: And this change is because....? Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Copy that. Thank you. Keep up the good work. Tarisa: ::Enters the lab to check on Dran.:: Andrew Minard: ::steps out of the turbolift and heads down the corridor toward Main Engineering:: Johnson Kenyon: ::engineering is resetting the replicators one at a time:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Wide awake now, thanks to the nap.:: Jylliene: Engineering reports progress; slow, but progress nonetheless. Chirakis: Yeoman> The only thing the replicator will replicate. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working for many hours straight was taking its toll :: Alexis McFarland: You hungry Miana? We should get something to eat? Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Thank you, Commander. Yeoman, carry on. Annisha: :: Messaging several places, some were having issues with their replication system :: Chirakis: ::she watches the yeoman set them next to the coffee, which is actually coffee this time:::: Andrew Minard: ::reads a side panel, it's the engineering duty schedule:: Jylliene: Still awaiting security report. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mmhmm Andrew Minard: Let's see ::to himself:: who's on duty... Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Andrew Minard:: Sorry... I've got everyone I can spare working Chirakis: ::looks to Cdr Cayne::: Commander, poke Lt Garand for a report, please. Annisha: Great, the bugs the Ferengi eat are not affected.. Johnson Kenyon: A skeleton crew is sleeping for the next shift Alexis McFarland: I know there's some restaurants that cook their food, so they shouldn't be affected. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye +Garand+ Requesting an update on any security issues. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Oh well my Chief wanted me to let you know I'm going to make an inspection of the raw bulk storage in the cargo bays. I just don't know where to begin. Johnson Kenyon: True, but many of those have ingredients that they replicate Annisha: Yeah, but they replicate their ingredients. Johnson Kenyon: Raw bulk storage? You need someone to take you there? Alexis McFarland: Mmm. I hope there's some left then. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going over the subroutines and database of the replicator.. wondering if a pointer is pointing to the wrong thing, or the same thing...coffee :: Andrew Minard: I'd like to know where the most vulnerable areas are. Alexis McFarland: But that was a nice nap. I feel a lot better now. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I have 3 replicators ready to be reinitialized Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: vulnerable in what way? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Let me know the results. I am still looking over the headers Chirakis: ::wanders slowly toward Jylliene, muttering::: One would hope that Starfleet would send their 30 new engineers more quickly. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Ah, sir. I'll have the technicians try them one at a time Andrew Minard: ::taps on a side panel:: Here are the organic stasis chambers. Could they be vulnerable to spoilage? And in turn may that have an effect on the replicators? Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Have they responded lately? Jylliene: Unless we end up overwhelmed with engineers trying to engineer things that don't need engineered just to keep themselves busy. Chirakis: Good point. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ :: An exasperated Nijil speaks over the comm :: I recommend taking the transporters offline. I think there is a link with replication and rematerialization. I don't want to transport to another place as a coffee mug Jylliene: Engineers need projects. Johnson Kenyon: ::;looks at Minard:: Organic stasis chambers are not on the same system as the replicators, or are you concerned about their power? Jylliene: ::ponders that:: He wouldn't steal the blankets if he's on a counter, admittedly. Johnson Kenyon: (Hey... I resemble that!!) Jylliene: +Nijil+ How long will they be down? Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: The raw food stock used by the replicators to make food, sir. Chirakis: ::thinks for only a moment::: Very well, Commander Korjata. Make it so. Just be sure there are none in the transporter when you shut it down. Alexis McFarland: ::heads down to the food court with her friends:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I have a team bringing a test canister to the main transporter room. Jylliene: +Nijil+ As per the captain, go ahead. Keep us posted. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Maybe I don't understand how replicators work, but I actually believe it is a matter-energy conversion with a coded buffer pattern... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ If only my nightmares would fit into the transporter buffer. Jylliene: As per the group of engineers, I've not heard any more recent updates. Chirakis: +USS Calgary+ stand by for transport shutdown. Johnson Kenyon: ::approving requests to reinitialize the replicators:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The transporter team is in place. Andrew Minard: So how can I help you restore the replicators to functional capacity? Alexis McFarland: ::looks around to see what's open:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: We Chirakis: ;;nods to Jylliene::: Proceed with caution. Annisha: :: Tries her replicator :: Oh oh, I'm getting a drink. :: Takes the cup and looks inside :: What is this? :: sips :: oh bitter bitter Jylliene: +Nijil+ Go ahead with all caution. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: we're acting under the assumption that a power surge has caused the malfunction. We are taking them off-line to see if they work. Alexis McFarland: ::frowns:: Is it supposed to be bitter? Chirakis: Action> Not many stores or eating places are open and those that are have strange food. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: There are 2 in Main Engineering over there ::points:: if you want to take a look Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Yes, I saw the lights flickering earlier. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+Transporter Team+ Go ahead with test 1... Andrew Minard: OK will do sir. ::opens his tricorder and reconfigures to biological settings:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: So... the assumption is that the power surge has somehow been captured in the relays, causing them to stay online or otherwise not reset Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The test canister transports to his location, somewhere on the station :: Hmmm Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: alright ::still examining the replicator carefully:: why would a power surge produce duplicate replication? Tarisa: ::Looking over the Life Science labs.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns as she gets hungry.:: Alexis McFarland: Aww. There's not much here and none of these look appetizing Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: My guess is the buffer failed to reset and the pattern repeated itself Andrew Minard: Maybe it's a computer problem? mimipavilion: ::wanders from her office to main medical to look around:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds the bio-canister filled with...coffee :: Dacia Sandero: ::eating a granola bar:: Andrew Minard: Could there be a virus in the pattern transmission or storage system? Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: What's your background? ::tapping on a console:: I'm happy to guide you, but it's real busy right now Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ First test failed. Seems the buffer was reconfigured to dematerialize as coffee. Glad I didn't have anywhere to go. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Astrophysics sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::gets the word that the reinitialization failed to fix the problem:: Jylliene: ::reviews supplies listings:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Nijil here. Send a message to my parents asking if there is any foodstuffs they can deliver to us. Jylliene: ::looks over the list of stored emergency rations:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Physics and engineering are not that different... and, yes, if you are good with computers, you could see if there is a problem with a computer virus Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Inform the crew that emergency food is not to be used unless verified by Dr Pavilion. Have Lt Garand place guards around the emergency food. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing compilation of one experiments results and already into another one, sorting seedling:: Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping the console, shakes head:: The first tests failed to fix the problem Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+Minard+ I think we need to wipe every replicator on the station, reset to the base program, then start them up again. But we have to wipe them all before we reset or this issue will spread to them all. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I just got the message that the reinitialization failed.... I'm going to isolate one of the replicators to see if that will help Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: We could pull the materialization chips and set one up in the computer lab. Jylliene: ::Sends the message on to Garand for guards for the food:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that. I'll send word to the staff to get that going Alexis McFarland: Hmm... Jylliene: ::then full crew message re. hands off the emergency food unless okayed by Doctor Pavilion:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ Ration bars anyone? I am suggesting we wipe each and every replicator, then once they are all wiped install the base replication program.. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: I've got my orders, but you're free to take one of the replicators and do that Alexis McFarland: I wonder what we're gonna eat? I think we have some leftover food in my quarters. Andrew Minard: If it is a virus, I think the science department can isolate it, and investigate. Dacia Sandero: ::glad she took a lot of stuff from the Aegis anniversary party:: Andrew Minard: +Nijil+ Yes Commander. absolutely Annisha: ::: Thinks of Miana :: Nah... Jylliene: ::prepares for the possible influx of food orders from restaurants after this:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+, ::Minard::The problem is how do we do wipe all of them simultaneous and reset the base program at once? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sneezes:: Chirakis: (Share, Dacia) Tae'Lynn Dran: ::places the last seedling into the incubator:: Alexis McFarland: Bless you.. mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office and sees a 'new message'::to self:: Oh yay. I'm in charge of food rationing. Dacia Sandero: (lol, sure) Andrew Minard: ::pulls out the materialization chips and downloads the programs into my tricorder just before they are wiped:: Tarisa: ::Walks over to Dran's side, watching her work.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ It will take some hours to reach each and every replicator. If we miss one this will not work. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Jylliene: ::sends the message out to Nijil's parents:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns:: AH! ::totally unaware of her surroundings:: I didn't see you. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ so we're going to do it by hand? I estimate 72 hours Andrew Minard: +Nijil+::Kenyon:: Pull out all the chips, set the replicators to wipe? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Oh, and the wine... the one with my picture on it.. get some of that. Tarisa: ::Flinches a little, then smiles.:: Sorry. New project? Jylliene: ::blinks:: ...with his picture on it? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Without killing our staff, that's about right Andrew Minard: Replace each isolinear chip manually and use a power converted to wipe each replicator? Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: No, pull up one of the engineering manuals on the replicators.. there's a protocol for doing ti Jylliene: ::sends the requested message:: Chirakis: ::hearing Nijil, she shakes her head at Jylliene::: Andrew Minard: ::taps the screen and starts to read:: Jylliene: ::cancels the requested message:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. Testing seedlings in some soil samples taken from around the sector. Chirakis: ::steps toward her, saying quietly:: If we are to have a rationing program, it must be for everyone. Otherwise, it might result in chaos. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of Nijil's Best, each bottle lovingly dropped on a soft surface before being placed in a very bio-bed looking case :: Tarisa: To see which is the most viable for planting? Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: I doubt that the Korjatas have enough to furnish the entire station. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Actually, we're going to need your help on this one.... You see you need to have a isolinear spanner to reset it the memory and there is a series of codes you do to restore to the base program Jylliene: I will need to see one of those bottles eventually, though. Chirakis: ::nod:: Indeed you will. Chirakis: At the moment, however, it may create chaos. Jylliene: Just out of curiosity. Is it an infant picture, or some current image? I'm not sure which would be more unusual. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: I can get some spanners and pull a few science technicians to help. Jylliene: ::nods:: Of course. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves next to Minard:: Make sure you take a PADD to guide you. It will also help if you have any problems along the way. Andrew Minard: Very good. Thanks. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: That's a good idea. However, we'd need them all to come here and teach them Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ There are tools to reset the replicator. Jylliene: +Nijil+No on the request to the family. Unless they have enough stores to feed the entire station. Andrew Minard: +Jylliene+ Commander, please where are the isolinear spanners located? Tae'Lynn Dran: Partially. The seeds also are engineered to grown in certain ways according to soil characteristics. An honest way to tell a fuller story of the soils history and makeup. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: This is engineering, we have stocks of tools Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I need to coordinate a few technicians from our department to help with the wiping of the replicators Ma'am. Jylliene: +Minard+ Supply locker B. ::sends map:: mimipavilion: Loxil>::checking the food status of the Jeth Dabi family and making the next week’s grocery list:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Na as my folks can't or did the Captain overrule? Johnson Kenyon: ::walks over to the tool lockers and pulls out a set of tools, puts it in a bag and gives it to Minard:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Overruled. Tarisa: Ah. Very interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Just replicate the too... nevermind. Scratch that. Cargo bay seven should have a supply. Andrew Minard: ::takes the bag dropping it to the floor:: Wow this is heavy! Tarisa: ::Pauses:: +Minard+ Wiping? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ A lot of tools are out, but there are plenty left by now. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hearing the comm:: Wiping the replicators? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Ah, the no food vs some food. They will probably get something and head here... mystery vegetables Jylliene: ::starts making a supply request list to restock based on anticipated usage.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Mr. Minard suggests we deputize some of the Science staff to serve as engineering support Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Commander Nijil and Lt. Kenyon have volunteered me and a few technicians, if possible to wipe the operating systems of all replicators and reinitialize their base programs. Chirakis: ::moves away:: +Chirakis to Calgary+ Any progress? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ We could group them with the engineering staff and give them some training to do this. Tarisa: This is becoming quite the task... ::Frowns.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taps console:: Computer, how many food replicators do we have on the station? Chirakis: ::nods as she listens to Calgary's engineering report;:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I also downloaded the infected program for further analysis ma'am. Annisha: :: Gets a message from her father :: Look at this: Fancy adventure aboard the station? Ever wish au could be an engineer? Help your father wipe replicator memories an earn engineering credits... Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I think our computer lab could investigate the cause of the problem. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Annisha's PADD:: What's an engineering credit? Tarisa: +Minard+ I will get with Computer Sciences to assist. Annisha: I have no idea, but it sounds lame. Alexis McFarland: kekeke.. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Thanks Commander. ::picks up the heavy bag and a few PADDS in order to distribute them with instructions:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Never trusted replicators. Chirakis: :::checks the chrono::: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Over here for a moment Chirakis: ;;wondering if they will last through the night::: Andrew Minard: ::puts the bag's handle in his teeth:: Aye sir. ::steps over:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Mindard:: Why don't we get you science types grouped with an engineer to teach you on the job Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Unfortunately without them, we can not sustain food supplies for the station. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to wipe one replicator :: Replicator: I see au want to wipe all replicator memory. This cannot be undone? Continue? Yes/No Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: I can only vouch for 2 technicians and myself, Tarisa can approve more if necessary. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: I'm fine with that, but have them report here and I'll route them to some good trainers Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne:: Having had this semi-catastrophe, we must be prepared for the worst case scenario. Chirakis: (last words) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Security are being positioned across the station at the appropriate locations. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I do have fast growing seeds in storage. Instant garden just for such emergencies. Chirakis: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: One down, thousands to go... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/11/19 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Good work. Chirakis: TBS will bring us to 10 am the next day, and we will have worked through the night. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Cayne? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Where's my coffee? I left it right here. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No comments Chirakis: Okay. Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: bad replication event, commander Jylliene: ? Chirakis: Jylliene Jylliene: How many of the replicators can we assume have been done by sim start? Jylliene: During the tbs Chirakis: How ever many are decided. Chirakis: it's difficult to put a number on something like that Johnson Kenyon: 20% Chirakis: sounds good Nijil tr'Korjata: Time could be variable if an army of people wiped them for us. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: We can discuss this after dismissal. If you would like to stay and talk, please do. Chirakis: Otherwise... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  17. Irene left the meeting room distraught. The Excalibur was being decommissioned, and in her mind, it was all her fault. She had the self-control to at least not grab a bottle of bubbly as everyone filed out of what ended up being a wake for the ship. She pondered what was going to be next for her career. Was she doomed to sit station-side forever? Exobiologists and xenogeneticists were in demand for science ship postings, so probably not. But it might be a while before she finds an open spot that isn’t right back where she started, especially when your record is as… spotty as hers in places. The consensus of her personnel reviews was that she was a bright and driven scientist. They also said that she had displayed poor judgment in interpersonal relations, a streak of impulsiveness that was definitely going to land her in trouble, and other things that didn’t bode well for one’s Starfleet career. Irene looked at her PADD. Her schedule had filled up with therapist sessions and orders to exercise and stop drinking courtesy of Dr. Dubois and the starbase’s medical staff. She decided that following Maryse’s orders was a good idea. Before she went back to her quarters, Irene stopped by the starbase’s lounge area for a little afterparty. There were a few other Excalibur crew members there, too. She took a seat near another blueshirt she sorta recognized. “Ensign… Valdar! Geology, right?” The other blueshirt was a Trill about the same age as her. She had short brown hair and spots the same color, contrasting against her fair skin. She smiled warmly. “Stellar cartography. You’re a biologist, yeah? Uh… Mincine? I don’t think we ran into each other much on the ship, but after that meeting I could use some familiar company.” Irene ordered up a glass of water to clear her incoming headache. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting my first tour to end with a decommissioning.” “Bad timing, that’s all,” Ensign Valdar said before sipping her drink. Irene wasn’t sure what it was, but from the ensign’s facial expression it was something strong. “I was aboard for three years. You?” Irene frowned lightly. “Just about a year for me. I’m hoping I don’t have to start my career over on my next ship.” Ensign Valdar shook her head. “You had the scores to land a biology slot as a fresh cadet, right? You’ll land one as a one-year ensign.” She sipped her drink. “I can’t believe it’s gone. It wasn’t even that long ago it was top-of-the-line.” “Yeah, I can’t believe it either…” Irene stared at her drink, feelings of guilt bubbling to the surface. Ensign Valdar noticed this and changed the subject as fast as she could. “Say, did you really knock out N’Dak with one punch?” Irene lit up again, laughing. “That guy’s a lech! Yeah, he tried to grab my ass at the bar on a starbase before the last mission. Taught him a lesson about that.” They spoke a while longer about this and that, then planned a discreet rendezvous later that evening. Irene’s mood improved over the next month, thanks both to her new friend, a long rest, and the intensive therapy she had been going through. She was starting to learn that it really wasn’t her fault that the ship was wrecked in the time stream. She had done all she could. Nobody could have anticipated anything that came up, because nobody had ever done anything like it before. As the weeks passed, she took a few shifts in the starbase’s xenobiology department to keep her skills sharp. As much as she needed the rest, performing simple experiments made her feel better and useful. The glowing recommendation she got from Commander Moharri, the section chief, couldn’t hurt her chances of finding a new posting when she was ready for full active duty again either.
  18. Moving On, & Staying In Place A Rhan K’hal Log So much for getting away from the station. After browsing the offerings of assignments, he found that there were no new launches scheduled for a while, and most of the holes to fill on ships under way were for lower decks personnel. So in the end Rhan stayed on 39 Tango. After waiting for a few more days, the position opened up: the beta shift operations officer had been waiting (impatiently) to give birth, and was now on maternity leave. Since he’d wormed his way into the station’s operation staff after the Excalibur had been assigned here (networking, networking, networking!), he was able to slide right in with only a few introductions needed. One of the immediate perks of working, instead of being an Excalibur refugee, was that he’d been moved to larger, nicer, and most importantly single-occupancy quarters. Brotherly love was nice, but he and Hak could not share quarters for very long without getting under each other’s fur. The elder K’hal was taking his usual methodical approach to deciding his future, and was still on Station. They would grab dinner together usually, often with a useful buffer of additional Excalibur crew that hadn’t moved on yet. While he had no particular emotions regarding the crumpled mess that was the Excalibur (as an operations officer he knew very well how much a ship was just a system of parts, and of little use without its people), he had found it odd and somehow fascinating watching the ship slowly being picked apart by the vultures. He even directed them where to store the meaty bits once he’d begun his new assignment. He could look at the transfer docket and think “ah yes, I remember giving that system a kick in the ODN relay” or “wasn’t that the one that Commander Hawthorne had beaten with a hammer after everyone else had given up on it?” He did feel quite a bit different altogether about the break-up of the Excalibur crew. Most of them had taken the first ships available to head off on leave, having had their own fill of the station’s hospitality, there were others that were lollygagging (like Hakran), while deciding on what course to take next. He’d even helped break through the bureaucratic red tape for a few of his own people so they wouldn’t have to slide down rungs on the professional ladder. Seeing them drift apart like a cloud entering into wind shear, never knowing if he’d see any of them again, left Rhan with a lingering sadness that manifested with him being quite a bit quieter and more plodding than his normal self. This was of course the first time since leaving the Academy where he’d had what looked to be a permanent parting from his long-term colleagues and friends. Though growing up in San Francisco he was quite used to people coming and going, so that dichotomy was understandably pulling his psyche in two different directions. He really didn’t like it at all, but he was far too much of a fatalist to dwell on it for long. He had three months in a familiar if not all that glamorous location, doing a job he could do in his sleep. He’d be able to adjust to moving on in relative comfort. Hopefully.
  19. San Francisco, California, United States, Earth *Bounce, Bounce, Bounce* William was sitting in an office in the Theoretical Engineering Department at Starfleet Headquarters. He'd finished up his assignments for the day and found himself bouncing a tennis ball against the wall of his suitably impressive office. He found himself doing that a lot these days, ever since he'd been reassigned to Starfleet Headquarters from the Excalibur. He figured it was probably his punishment for blowing up half the ship shortly after he was posted there as well as the rest of his shenanigans with Admiran. He chuckled as he remembered that crazy ol' Trill. "Chocox!" he heard before the tennis ball flew past him and hit the back wall. "Where are those simulations I wanted you to run?" William turned and looked to where Lieutenant Commander Grax, his Betazoid superior officer was standing in his doorway. William didn't even bother speaking to him and just imagined the presence of the report and simulations in his boss' inbox. "Ah, yes, thank you. As you were." LC Grax said before he walked away. William gave him a small smile before he went and picked up his tennis ball and resumed his bouncing. *Bounce, Bounce, Bounce* He was interrupted a little bit later by the sound of an incoming video call. He looked over and saw that it was from Koria Imonim, the unjoined Trill lieutenant who was serving at the Academy as an instructor. He accepted her call and turned to look at the screen as it came on. Which was right about the time that the tennis ball came in and smacked into his face. He tried to keep the look of embarrassment from his face but from the way Koria was laughing he could tell he was unsuccessful. "How's it going sweetie?" he said to the screen. "A lot better than it is for you I imagine." she replied, "Less likelihood of tennis balls as well." "Yeah, comes with the territory here I'm afraid." Koria laughed again, "Listen, I wanted to call because I had a good time last night and wanted to know if you wanted to meet up again." William smiled, "I'd love to meet up again, when are you available?" "I should be available in a couple days. What about you?" "That works for me. What do you want to do?" "That would be telling. I'll pick you up around 2000 hours?" "I look forward to it."
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 October 2019 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Most major systems have been repaired, but minor glitches are another story and, unfortunately, are of the most aggravating kind. Replicators began to duplicate Dr Sandero’s coffee. Reports of renegade replicators pour in from throughout the station. The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily creates a spike in the fusion generators. All replicators go offline. Engineering is now struggling to pinpoint and rectify the problem.
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1048, STARDATE 51910.07 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least, even criminal in most corners of the galaxy. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. Disobeying direct orders, the crew now works all of their covert skills in an attempt to bring down Mork before he can abduct anyone else. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1047, STARDATE 51910.07 = /\ = 191007.log
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1048, STARDATE 51910.07 = /\ = Manticore has been sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone boarder. Their mission, to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork in order to keep his sector open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. But first Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least, even criminal in most corners of the galaxy. Consulting with the top brass proved to be futile as their moral compass seems to have been clouded by politics. Disobeying direct orders, the crew now works all of their covert skills in an attempt to bring down Mork before he can abduct anyone else. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1047, STARDATE 51910.07 = /\ =
  23. SD 1006.2019 The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock.
  24. SD 0929.2019 The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half.
  25. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is wondering the promenade again:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher sat quietly, and alone, on the promenade drinking tea, watching worker bees circle the Excalibur in one of the float dry dock units:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her quarters, reading a recent evaluation on Irene.:: Rhan K'hal: :: in the tiny tea/coffee/[misc. beverage served from plant parts]-house, sipping on some Rigellian concoction brewed from the bark of some swamp tree :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on one of the starbase's many holodecks, working out her frustrations by beating up holo-Klingons with heavy-looking metal gauntlets. She'd had yet another counseling session earlier and definitely needed this, from her attitude there. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Takes a deep breath before approaching Swain:: Hakran K'hal: :: lost in thought, eyes looking off into mental deep space, Hak slowly weaves his way around people on the promenade, managing not to run into anyone by feline-autopilot :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Captain, I hope I am not interrupting. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: No, not at all. Have a seat. Rhan K'hal: :: finishes his drink, recycles it in the replicator, and then walks out of the little cozy nook while stretching himself out simultaneously :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff on the station :: Maryse Dubois: ::Puts the report down and decides to go for a walk.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::settles in:: I wanted to tell you personally. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda really didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't have a ship to worry about -- that was Starfleet's problem now. Even the repairs were being seen to by the station personnel. It was irritating to have someone else in charge of *her* ship.:: William Chocox: ::wanders over to a small knick knack seller and peruses the wares:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I've decided to take another posting. I've been offered a position at the academy, and I just... Cptn Swain: ::Asher nodded:: I understand. Well good luck. Rhan K'hal: :: sees his blank-eyed brother off in the distance, sighs - there was nothing more he could do to help Hak make a decision :: Irene Mincine: :: After a tough battle, Irene looked exhausted. :: "Computer, pause program." :: Covered in sweat, she removed her gauntlets and tossed them on the ground. :: "Hoo. OK." :: The gauntlets disappeared and Irene leaned against a rock wall. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the upper level of the promenade, she leaned on the railing, watching the ships outside of the station. Her perpetual frown was in place and only deepened when she caught sight of Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Makes it to the promenade, she begins wandering.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well, I'll leave you alone, sir. I just wanted to say that it's been an honor to serve under you. Rhan K'hal: :: find an empty spot of bulkhead and leans against it, people-watching :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks out of their sickbay :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene decides she's had enough for now and calls up an exit, leaving the holodeck. She heads down a corridor full of other holodecks, her long black hair down and wild for once, on her way to the promenade's lower level. :: Hakran K'hal: :: continues his zombie march while he tries to force himself to make a decision, already :: William Chocox: ::leaves the small kiosk and continues walking:: Cptn Swain: ::Sighs again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing off the railing, she paused at the nearby shop to order something to drink, selecting a low caffeine option. She really didn't need any additional nervous energy right now.:: Cptn Swain: ::He saw Miranda and decided to go say hello. They had barely talked in the two and half weeks since they'd returned and he felt isolated in a way he hadn't considered.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Seemed like the promenade was full of Excalibur crew, which was to be expected. She walked over to a viewport to gaze outside for a minute.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finally his eyes de-glaze, and he finds a nearby seat and falls into it, bent forward with his head between his knees :: William Chocox: ::sees Dr. Dubois and decides to look out the same viewport:: Hello Doctor. Indaura Ryssan: :: sees K'hal :: Hakran, is that you? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she looks over.:: Mr. Chocox. Enjoying your leave? Irene Mincine: "You look like absolute hell, sir," :: Said Irene as she approached Hak and took a seat next to him. Cptn Swain: ::He made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up, his eyes focusing in that predatory way as he gets greeting in stereo :: William Chocox: I haven't been able to fix anything really, but otherwise it's been good. What about you? Cptn Swain: Miranda. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catching sight of Swain as she turned about with her drink, she nodded and went back to lean against the rail again.:: Captain. How's your husband? I don't see any bruises. Hakran K'hal: :: his voice rough :: Yes, it is, Doctor. :: wrinkles his nose at sweaty Irene :: Can't say you smell much better. Cptn Swain: Arden's on assignment. ::He said with a sort of sigh:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Were you able to see him before he left? Or was he gone when we got here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in front of K'hal and Irene :: Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that. I was on my way to the gym showers." :: She looked a little embarrassed, forgetting about K'hal's acute sense of smell... :: "I could bother Dr. Dubois instead, but I don't think she'd appreciate it as much as you." :: Gesturing to her and Chocox by a viewport. She motions for Indaura to take a seat, too. Maryse Dubois: About the same. Plenty of time to relax at the moment. Cptn Swain: Gone. ::he bit his lip again:: He's been assigned as XO on a science ship conducting a survey of one of the planets we... you and... that we visited during my uh... when you all rescued me. William Chocox: I get antsy sometimes if I have too much time to relax. That might be an issue. Hakran K'hal: She's probably had her fill of you anyway. At least Dr. Ryssan got the patient multipack. Cptn Swain: He left me a message. ::He smiled, somehow:: I think its the first time he's the one leaving a dear john letter. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So it all comes full circle. ::She snorted and took a drink.:: Last I heard, Excalibur is in bad shape. If they decide to repair her, she's going to be down for a long time. Have they told you any different? Hakran K'hal: :: an ever so small amount of amusement working into his otherwise rough voice, sounding like he hasn't talked to anyone in days - which he hasn't :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits :: I feel I am still new here. Not understanding my place on the ship nor the places of everyone else. Cptn Swain: I met with the Admiral this morning. Maryse Dubois: You could always play in the holodeck and break some stuff. Indaura Ryssan: We could suppress your smell sense if you need. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned lightly. :: "Yeah. I've had my fill of doctors this week, too." :: Looking to Indaura. :: "Present company excepted. I know my place: doing science and breaking things." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And? Did they have any answers? Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: A lot of forceful personalities to deal with. You just have to see an opening and slip into it. Or ask my brother, he'll drag you in, whether there's a hole or not. William Chocox: ::shrugs:: That never really was my thing. I usually break stuff on the ship. Cptn Swain: She promised me I would know first, but the initial review wasn't positive. Maryse Dubois: Oh I'm sure there is a program you would enjoy. Hakran K'hal: And I'll pass on suppression. I'm already getting used to it. :: small lift at the corners of his mouth :: Thank any applicable deity. Indaura Ryssan: Don't worry, doctors make the worst patients. William Chocox: Maybe. Depends on how much longer we're here. Irene Mincine: "Klingons can give them a run for their latinum in that department." :: She said with a grin. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I thought not. ::She sighed.:: You spoke once of making a change. Any thoughts on that now? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Depending on what they want to do with her, I imagine. Hakran K'hal: :: looks out at the ships, including the Excalibur :: Have you ever wondered "what the hell am I doing in Starfleet?" William Chocox: I didn't spend multiple multi-day stints keeping her together with spit, wire, engineering tape, and prayers to any god that was listening for them to decommission her. Oh, and thank you for the finger repair by the way. ::waggles the fingers on his left hand:: Indaura Ryssan: They don't have the same appreciation for healers. Cptn Swain: I don't know. I asked about a new Excalibur, she said she'd do what she could. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "This is what I've always wanted to do. My mother's the one who is asking 'what the hell is she doing in Starfleet?' And, uh, yeah. Klingon medicine is medieval compared to a Federation sickbay." Cptn Swain: With Arden out on assignment for at least another six months. I don't know. I guess I could take a new assignment, something short term till his mission is done and we could decide whats next together. Indaura Ryssan: I more wonder: "Why here, why on the Excalibur?" As much as my services are required on Denobula, I wanted to experience more than what the homeworld offered. Indaura Ryssan: I don't meet people like you two on Denobula. Cptn Swain: You? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: No problem. Irene Mincine: "And I wouldn't meet people like you two on Proxima." Indaura Ryssan: A doctor is often a support role, so we are needed everywhere. William Chocox: Rumor has it we're losing some personnel. Have you thought about what your next move is? Hakran K'hal: :: chuckle :: Growing in up San Francisco, meeting interesting people wasn't the problem. It was that they were always so transitory. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't know. I want to see what they're going to do with her before I make any hard decisions. ::She swirled her drink in her cup.:: I've put out a few feelers. Hakran K'hal: Not that I can say I cared much. All I wanted was to be out there ::wave at the window:: doing cutting edge science. Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs.:: I go where they need me. If I'm needed on any form of an Excalibur, then I suppose that's where I'll be. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I didn't expect the science to cut back. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Irene Mincine: "Me too." :: She sighed. :: "Starfleet Medical could recommend that I be taken off starship duty for my... recent behavior." :: She said bluntly. :: "I don't know what I'd do if that happened." Indaura Ryssan: Frontier science, like frontier medicine Indaura Ryssan: I'll do everything I can to keep you where you are at. William Chocox: That's good. You're probably the best doctor I've had. Hakran K'hal: :: delivered as dry as a Vulcan desert :: Let her take a shower before you glue her down, Doc. Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: It's what I do. William Chocox: I'm trying to imagine them posting me on a Starbase or something. ::shudders:: Maryse Dubois: There's no fun in that. Indaura Ryssan: In fact, I will prescribe a shower with water and not sonic. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I know Commander Hawthorne doesn't want me to go, but it's up to her more than anyone else, I think." :: She gestures to Maryse. :: "A hot shower sounds great right about now, too." William Chocox: No, not at all. I might have to like, "make friends" or "go on dates". Indaura Ryssan: The holodecks on the station can provide any water-based shower you need... a massage if you need it as well. Indaura Ryssan: This ship is hard for me as well. My people live very close together and being in quarters of my own is rather...isolating. Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Irene Mincine: "Want to trade? Ensigns like me get bunk rooms. Though now that I've got a year under my belt, I might get a higher-priority room assignment... if as much of the crew gets reassigned as the rumor mill says." :: She said the last bit stoically. :: Indaura Ryssan: We'll see if a larger place can be considered. Hakran K'hal: Don't believe too much from the rumor mill. And... assuming we're still all together, ask Rhan about the quarters. He could set up a bed for you in the mess hall if you wanted it. Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a playful shudder.:: Sounds awful. William Chocox: I've never been too much of a people person outside of work. Maryse Dubois: That's understandable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So I guess we're just all in limbo right now. I should be happy for the rest, but truthfully, I'm just annoyed. Cptn Swain: I feel much the same. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I'm fine wherever I am. Give me a cot in the hallway outside the plasma injectors and I'll sleep fine. And I'm sure it's just rumors. We'll be together." William Chocox: I almost expected a lecture on healthy work/life balance. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: We all need a space for interspection. Hakran K'hal: Should I quote you on that the next time I see Rhan, Irene? Irene Mincine: "Don't you dare." Maryse Dubois: I've already had two stubborn patients that I had to lecture. I'm on vacation now. :;Grins.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  26. Asher sat quietly in his and Arden’s quarters, drinking tea. It had been almost three weeks since they’d returned from their misadventures in time. Though he’d taken the opportunity to spend a few hours in a holodeck recreation of a ski lodge in the Alps, most of his time had been spent meeting with various Starfleet officials, including the several days he had spent “debriefing” (it was more of an interrogation) with the Starfleet Inspector General’s Temporal Investigations Unit. Their formal report wouldn’t come back for another few weeks, but the lead investigator had complimented Asher on his efforts to avoid and repair the timeline. The compliment came as something of a surprise, but apparently their little trick with the Enterprise-C had somehow erased that entire episode from the timeline and the only record of their sundering had been a sealed report by Captain Cormoran. Soft piano music played in the background while he read over the preliminary damage assessment on the Excalibur. He sunk into the couch as he read deeper into the report. There were, literally, dozens of remarks as he scrolled through the individual sections of the report that made his stomach turn, such as “total loss,” “will need complete rebuild,” and the ominous “unsalvageable.” Finally he came to the last section, a narrative from the senior engineer conducting the assessment. Part of him thought it was unfair to have someone who didn’t know the ship decide her fate. He was sure that this, Commander Arhren Sloan was perfectly competent and capable of delivering a fair assessment, but it just seemed somehow wrong. Then again, that was why Sloan was making the assessment and not Miranda or Tandaris. Neither of them could be remotely objective about their ship, and to be fair, neither could he. When had that happened, he wondered? That Excalibur became his ship? Odd now that she was possibly at the end of the line, that he would feel this tug at his heart. He took a drink of tea and started reading the final narrative. It was a bit like reading ahead to the end of a holonovel, or more grimly, reading obituaries. “After a thorough on-site inspection, and after reviewing reports from the ship’s Chief Engineer and Commanding Officer, I am prepared to make the following recommendations to Starfleet Command on the future of the USS EXCALIBUR.” Asher frowned, looking away towards the star-filled windows. The drydock was thankfully on the other side of the barren rock that Starbase 39 Tango orbited. He didn’t think he could look at her while he read the next lines of the report. “The vessel has sustained major damage to virtually every system, including power, life-support, drive, navigational arrays, and computer networks. The structural integrity of the superstructure required significant reinforcement to be towed at warp speed. “Even under normal circumstances, a recommendation for refit could be considered questionable. Given that Excalibur has undergone three major refits already in just under five years, it becomes even more questionable. Not only because of the large number of resources required to complete a refit of this magnitude (comparable in both time and material to new construction), but the underlying issues with key structural components that have now underwent the same number of refits one would expect for a vessel reaching the end-of-service life, but in just six standard years.” His heart sunk. He didn’t need to read any further to know how Command would receive the report. He laid the report down on the table. He considered calling Miranda to tell her. It would be another few days before Command made a formal decision. She deserved to know. Excalibur was as much her ship as it was his, afterall. It was late. What was it his father had always said about bad news? Something about it never going away. Asher frowned. He’d never listened to his father before, so he wasn’t about to start now. He glanced away again, towards where the picture of he and Arden as newly graduated cadets had been since Arden moved to the starbase. It had been one of the few possessions Arden had taken with him aboard the Bancroft. Asher swallowed hard. There was no one else in the world he suddenly wanted to be near. They had finally managed to catch each other on a livefeed just a few hours before. Asher hadn’t expected to cry. He was never the crier. Arden had teased him about it after. Which, he supposed, was fine. “Now you know how I’ve felt all these years, Asher.” That was an uncomfortable truth. They had been an item, on and off, since they’d met at the academy at the learning center where Arden was teaching supplemental classes to, mostly, non-human cadets on Federation standard. And in all of the break ups, all of the “cooling off” times it had always been Asher who’d left. It had never been Arden before. It also never been Arden whose career had come first. Asher was happy for his husband though. Even if it wasn’t an assignment of his choosing, the executive officer experience was virtually a prerequisite for having your own command. Arden would never, ever admit it, but in his heart, Asher knew, he wanted his own chance to command. They had chatted for almost an hour before Arden’s actual assignment had come up. The Bancroft, a relatively new Nova-class, had been assigned to survey one of the ruins that Asher had led bread-crumbed the Lugh too while searching for him. “It’s just this mission,” Arden assured Asher, though he hadn’t asked. “As soon as we’re done with the survey, Command assured me I can have my old job back at Starbase 39 Tango.” “Are you sure that’s what you want?” “Why wouldn’t I. It’s a good command, and Excalibur isn’t likely to be assigned elsewhere for a while I’d venture.” Asher bit his lip. “Arden, I don’t know if they’re going to sign off on a refit this time. She’s in pretty bad shape.” “Oh.” Arden’s voice was suddenly quiet, introspective. As if Asher had just told him a good friend had died. “I... I am sorry, honey. I -- well I guess we can talk about it once you know more. “The Bancroft is a good ship from what I can see so far. Captain Uhmasa has a good crew here. The other senior staff have been good too. You’d like the security chief, he’s an unjoined Trill.” Asher lifted a brow. “Anything I need to worry about?” Arden snorted. “Are you jealous? Why Asher Swain.” They laughed together before closing with I love yous and plans to talk again later in the week once the Bancroft had completed its initial orbital surveys. And more practically, when Asher knew for sure if his fears about Excalibur were real. Perhaps Asher, thought, he could join the Bancroft. He knew the planet, and the ruins perhaps better than one in Starfleet, and command would be more than willing, he assumed, to give him some leeway between assignments. After a moment, Asher pushed the idea aside. That wouldn’t be fair to anyone and besides, he’d learned from Arden that command had been extremely generous in not revealing to anyone aboard the Bancroft about the particulars of the ‘rescue mission’ that Arden had led to the planet. Admiral Haller had said in confidence that if there was a decision to decommission the Excalibur that she would help Asher get a new command of his choosing. The Excalibur had never been his ideal posting and Fleet had foisted it onto him, afterall. And despite his recent lapse in judgement, he was a seasoned commander at a time when many of Starfleet’s more senior commanders were retiring. Perhaps, Haller said, he might even be inline for a Sovereign-class or Galaxy-class. It was an appealing offer. He knew that the Strausbourg was nearing the end of a refit and that most of her command staff, including her Commanding Officer, Giles Greenworth, had been reassigned. He’d even stopped by the construction site to look over the new bridge module. Granted, he’d instantly felt guilty. Like he’d just cheated on a lover or something. Now, with the obituary in hand, he felt even guiltier. Still, the reality was that he would need to make a decision about his future soon. It was strange, really. He’d spent most of the last six months considering that very question, and now, having finally decided he wanted to command Excalibur, fate had seen fit to intervene and make the decision for him.
  27. Arc attempts to cut power, but it only produces a small opening in the anomaly. Blasting the opening does not work either. The Arc crew realizes that the secondary neural signatures may be holding them in the anomaly. The only one who does not have one is Alice. They plan to sedate everyone, but leave Alice awake with instructions in case anything goes wrong. chatlog2019-9-22.txt
  28. Eye

    Valerie Carillon was in her guest quarters on the starbase. Like the rest of the Excalibur’s crew, she had been evacuated while the shattered wreck was towed home. As a pilot, Val was unhappy to be effectively grounded. Nothing made her feel alive like being in the cockpit and it seemed like it would be a while before that happened again. It was time for her usual evening ritual. She was washing her face in the small washroom area. She was cautious as always around her artificial eye. She put a patch over it to protect it during the night. She hated the eye which didn’t match the natural blue eye next to it and gave her headaches and was sure was out of focus and was the first thing people noticed when they saw her. She hated the artificial forearm whose color was always just slightly off from the rest of her skin and whose connective seam to her upper arm was always visible to her and that itched when she tried to sleep. Worse, they reminded her of the Borg. They’d taken her parents from her along with so many others that she knew, growing up with the other Starfleet brats on Starbase 44. The very thought that she had anything in common with them repulsed her. She’d asked the same questions so many times. The eye was yellow, Commander Martinez had explained, because of natural genetic variation that precluded using implants with natural colors. Human skin pigmentation naturally varied with age and exposure to UV light, he had explained, so there was no way for it to perfectly match the rest of her skin. The only thing she hated more than the fake parts was the smug commander who lectured her about them. He had answers for everything, even questions she hadn’t asked yet. And he was always so interested in her health and her future. Sometimes she wished they’d left her to die in the debris field, not put her back together in a starbase. There would be no smug commanders and no future. Only eternity. The door chime rang, breaking her out of her cycle of thoughts. “Ugh, hold on,” yelled Val from across the room.
  29. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 10/4/19 - 10:04 PM=/\= 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering is still in the process of fixing system malfunctions. Red alert klaxons have been silenced, doors will now open, lifts are working, communications have been restored, and tactical scanning systems are fully functional. USS Calgary is in close orbit. Its task force is farther out, keeping a close watch on the area. Mr. Kenyon will be rejoining us in engineering. Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Andrew Minard: ::at science station 1 in CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, sorting through complaints from civilian representatives, sighs:: Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the repair logs, trying to figure out what the heck is going on:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::in school, struggling to stay awake:: Andrew Minard: ::watching the long range passive sensor sweeps moving along on his screen:: Scott Coleridge: ::sighs again, tosses a PADD on top of the console and stands up to stretch:: Scott Coleridge: ::passes by the science station:: Ensign... Minard, is it? Annisha: :: Listening to the teacher :: Andrew Minard: Yes sir. Scott Coleridge: Where did you end up when we went into lockdown? Alexis McFarland: ::starts to nod off again:: Andrew Minard: I was stuck in my quarters. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Lt Kenyon to Chief Engineer Scott Coleridge: Lucky. I was trapped in a turbolift between decks. Which would have been fine. Except my companion was a Bolian who'd had Mexican cuisine for dinner…. Andrew Minard: ::raises eyebrows:: It was a bit harrowing sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Korjata here. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I'm in Main Engineering. How can I help? Scott Coleridge: I can imagine. Scott Coleridge: What are you working on right now? Andrew Minard: Well... Stellar Cartography is performing an experiment on planetary systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am in ventilation control on the lower decks. Andrew Minard: We can put it on the back burner if need be Commander. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns as she tries to listen in class. She didn't sleep well last night.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Looks like the station is suffering from a series of major malfunctions Tarisa: ::Steps of the lift and onto CnC.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading up on Ragor Tal :: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ any theories as to what caused it? Scott Coleridge: No, just curious. I'm just distracting myself from complaints about ::looks down at the other PADD in his hand:: "the lockdown meant that my dinner went cold." Alexis McFarland: ::Looks around the classroom, a lot of the other kids also didn't seem to sleep well last night either:: Scott Coleridge: ::sees Tarisa enter:: Commander, welcome back. I was just telling Ensign Minard about my harrowing hour spent locked in a turbolift with a Bolian with an upset stomach Scott Coleridge: I hear you escaped your quarters? Dacia Sandero: ::not normally a coffee drinker, but she sure is one today as she sips on her third or fourth since her shift started:: Johnson Kenyon: +bringing up the holographic display of the station mimipavilion: Teacher>::finishes her lesson and lets the children go home to get some sleep:: Alexis McFarland: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The logs are taking a long time to parse. Andrew Minard: Ah, yes sir. ::pulls the data up on his monitor:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Doesn't that mean that something is interfering or otherwise taking a lot of processing power? Alexis McFarland: ::goes to Maina and Annisha:: Andrew Minard: ::doing a little research into the current set of experiments by Stellar Cartography, burying his head into the console:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: That must have been interesting. ::Nods.:: I did. Though engineering may want to come look at my door panel. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> The replicator near Dacia replicates her another coffee without it being requested. Tarisa: Miana> ::Is a happy little kitteh.:: Dacia Sandero: Huh? Oh sweet. ::takes the coffee from the replicator:: Alexis McFarland: Let's go.. ::smiles:: Scott Coleridge: I'm sure they'll add it to the list. Scott Coleridge: There are days I miss being in charge of engineering... and then there's days like this. Scott Coleridge: ::glances at the PADD in his hand:: Although... ::reads out:: "The lockdown was a terrible inconvenience to me and my pet Stubbs. Stubbs was terrified by the alarm sounds. Can't you change them?" Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Perhaps we should reboot the primary computer core? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am not about to do that yet. It may only buy us a bit of time until these failures happen again. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ We need to keep those protocols close at hand. Alexis McFarland: ::takes Miana's hand as they leave, and leans on Annisha to support herself from falling over:: Tarisa: ::Grins.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ That's why you're the chief. I'll do what I can to direct the repairs from here Andrew Minard: ::tries to ignore the memory of the lockdown and return to his regular duties:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns:: We should find a place to take a nap. Dacia Sandero: Did I replicate another one by mistake? I guess so.. ::sips the coffee:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Dacia's replicator makes another coffee. Alexis McFarland: Maybe the park? I like sleeping under that big oak tree Dacia Sandero: What the? Tarisa: Miana> ::nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the hologram flicker:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the replicator and calls out to Mimi:: I think the replicator's on the fritz. Scott Coleridge: ::leaves Tarisa and Minard to their work and returns to his station:: Dacia Sandero: ::takes out the other coffee:: mimipavilion: ::hears Dacia and walks over to her:: On the fritz? Dacia Sandero: The replicator. It keeps replicating cups of coffee. Dacia Sandero: But I only requested one mimipavilion: Odd. ::to computer:: Computer, run a diagnostic on this replicator. Andrew Minard: ::his face enlightened by the results of one of the experiment, gives a curious expression:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting more reports of repair issues :: Great... Scott Coleridge: Computer> ::Mimi:: The replicator is working within normal parameters. Dacia Sandero: I guess this is better than a red alert klaxon at midnight Johnson Kenyon: ::shaking his head:: we need to isolate these darned malfunctions and reset them system by system mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: of course. Tarisa: ::Walks over to the SCI console.:: Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Just observing some of Stellar Cartography Andrew Minard: 's results Ma'am Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Dacia's replicator replicates TWO cups of coffee. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. Tarisa: Any good results? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the park, and finds the oak tree:: I cannot make it all the way to my quarters. Johnson Kenyon: :directs engineering staff to disconnect power one system at a time, enough to reset the systems and reinitialize them... then to report back:: mimipavilion: I'm going to send a malfunction request to CnC ::sees two cups of coffee:: Well then... Andrew Minard: They seem to have driven all the planets in one system into the central star. Wholly unexpected. Dacia Sandero: At least it's not bad coffee. ::sips the coffee:: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and sends a malfunction request to CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am getting more reports of repairs needed across the station. Alexis McFarland: ::Lies down under the shade of the tree:: So tired... Scott Coleridge: Ops> ::receives a malfunction report from sickbay about the replicator, forwards it to the engineering repair task queue:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I can only think of a few things that would cause this. Some sort of power fluctuation or a computer virus Tarisa: Miana> ::plops down under the tree.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I'm directing the staff to try resetting things by disconnecting the power system by system.... it will take longer, but hopefully we'll know Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Interesting. Alexis McFarland: ::Curls up next to Miana, yawns:: Andrew Minard: ::stands up:: Commanders anyone for coffee? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The system is sweeping for rogue programs. Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: I do not drink coffee. Scott Coleridge: Normally I would go for tea... Dacia Sandero: I'm sure the nurses and doctors will appreciate the malfunction. Dacia Sandero: ::Watches a few walk past to get some free coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::Coleridge, Tarisa:: Tea service coming right up. ::high tails it to the side lounge:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> All the replicators on the station simultaneously replicate Dacia's cup of coffee. The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily and a spike in the fusion generators. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the flickering lights and the cups of coffee appear at the replicators in Engineering:: Tarisa: ::Perks up as lights flicker.:: Johnson Kenyon: What the? Scott Coleridge: ::looks around:: Hmm. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the flickering lights:: What was that? mimipavilion: ::looks at the lights:: Seriously? Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Do you suspect this might be caused by our gremlin friends? Scott Coleridge: Ops> Sir, getting reports of power fluctuations … sudden momentary draw from the... replicator systems? Andrew Minard: ::walks into the lounge seeing a cup of coffee being replicated at a side alcove, looks puzzled, notices the lights flicker:: Hmm Dacia Sandero: Oh wow. There's coffee in every replicator. Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to the food replicators and disconnecting the power:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am getting replicator malfunctions, meaning some of the more non-essential systems are being affected. Alexis McFarland: But I don't want a coffee. ::looks at the replicator in the park nearest them:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ which is where you would put a Trojan virus? Scott Coleridge: +Engineering+ Coleridge to engineering. Tarisa: Miana> Ew Andrew Minard: ::recycles the coffee and begins to replicate 3 hot teas:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Minard's replicator is, like all replicators, now offline. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ This is Main Engineering, go ahead Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ One does not want to walk a great distance only to find out they were going the wrong way. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, we just had the lights flicker up here and a power spike in the replicator systems. Report. Andrew Minard: Oh my +Tarisa+ the Lounge replicator is malfunctioning ma'am Tarisa: +Andrew+ Seems they all are. Annisha: :: The display on the teacher's board started to malfunction :: Andrew Minard: ::returns to the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ yes, sir. I'm getting the same report throughout the station. We're not sure if there is a virus or some sort of power malfunction. We are attempting to isolate and diagnose now Alexis McFarland: ::clutches Miana:: I hope this isn't a bad feeling or anything. ::at the park:: Andrew Minard: Sorry about the tea sirs. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ I see. ::massages his forehead:: Keep me apprised. Coleridge out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Curls up, putting her head on Alexis' shoulder:: Things are breaking. Scott Coleridge: ::thinking that maybe those 30 extra engineers they have coming isn't such a bad idea at the moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Joining the call between Coleridge and Kenyon+ Korjata here. I think we need to power the station down. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ The whole station? For how long? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, it's not good. But I'm sure Annisha's dad is on it. Andrew Minard: ::takes his position at science station two, brings the internal sensors to active:: Alexis McFarland: ::glances at Annisha::.. who I really don't envy right now Annisha: Oh....yeah... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Depends on what's wrong, but a few hours at the most. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata and Coleridge+ ::listening and thinking, we'd be vulnerable to attack:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Unless au with to have the number of issues increase. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ A few hours? That's not feasible. Not to mention the panic it would create right after the unexpected lockdown. Andrew Minard: ::scans the station with internal sensors from the bottom deck up:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Then we will have to tackle the problems one at a time. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ What if we evacuated and powered down individual sections of the station on a rolling basis over a few days? Would that achieve your goal? Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Perhaps we could reroute power to another system isolated from the main Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Ma'am, are we hosting any unusual life forms, or have we recently? Tarisa: :;Frowns at the idea of everything being shut down.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ I'm skeptical on that approach, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Sections are not the issues. I'll have to turn off, say, all replication systems and reset them, then other systems Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Speaking of which, we'll need to get the replicators back as soon as possible or else we're going to have a very hungry station soon. Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: We did have a group of...I believe security calls them gremlins that were in the lower decks. But they have been relocated. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Coleridge+ Which is why we might be able to isolate specific systems on a temporary power source and see if that fixes the problem Andrew Minard: Ah, we're they completely corporeal or something almost totally biological? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Bottom line, as humans are fond of saying, is we don't exactly know what is affecting the systems. We would have to take a system across the station offline and start a diagnosis. Perhaps repair the issue, perhaps do a reset. Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ I agree that this issue appears to be bigger than a single glitch and needs a more holistic approach. If disabling specific systems is the way to go, we can make that work. Tarisa: ::Curious look.:: Biological. Have you discovered something? mimipavilion: ::looks over reports:: Andrew Minard: No ma'am, however, gremlins tend to have certain "unknown" qualities at times. Alexis McFarland: ::leans on Annisha and still holds Miana as she begins to drift off to sleep:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ I can start setting up some temporary power and computer relays for certain systems. Even set them to auxiliary power supplies and see if we get localized repair Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Very well, but we can't do this haphazardly. Come up with a detailed plan of how you want to approach this--which systems, which order, time estimates, so you can present it to me. I'll need to know what we're getting ourselves into and brief the department heads before I sign off on anything. Annisha: Who thought a glitchy board would be so fun. Andrew Minard: At least when you look at the exobiological record. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs as she falls asleep.:: Alexis McFarland: glitchy... Alexis McFarland: ::zzz:: Johnson Kenyon: ::tired of talking over people, decides to listen and await orders:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Will take a few hours to draw up a plan and simulate it. Dacia Sandero: The replicators don't work? They must've took them offline to fix them. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Not if I do one replicator first to see if she works Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Understood. See if you can patch the replicator subsystem temporarily. I'm already knee-deep in complaints as it is. Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Perhaps we should examine one or more of them more closely and include the entire EM Spectrum, no? Annisha: :: Turns to them :: Au guys not get enough sleep? Alexis McFarland: ::mumbles:: No...the red alert alarms were too loud. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ We'll keep you advised. Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Lt. Kenyon, if your examination of the replicators yields anything that could speed up the repairs that would help immensely. Just remember: the larger the scope of your solution, the more I need to know before I can approve it. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I think we may need a long lunch for this. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: I will not be approaching one of them... You will need to contact Dr. Pavilion if you wish to examine them. Scott Coleridge: ((5 minute warning)) Dacia Sandero: :;treats some people with minor earaches from the klaxons:: Dacia Sandero: ::notably some Ferengi dudes:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Will let you know of the status as we go Tarisa: Miana> :;Mumbling, with her eyes closed.:: loud... Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Forgive my ignorance of the previous situation, do you think they could be the cause of these malfunctions? Tarisa: I do not believe so. They had other instructions. Tarisa: But it is possible. Andrew Minard: ::Cmdr. Taris:: Perhaps I should check on the bulk biological matter storage tanks. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Chief, I think I misunderstood you earlier. You want a plan in-place and approved first? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sort of assumes we'll have a replicator from which to make lunch:: Scott Coleridge: ((Last words)) Johnson Kenyon: ::getting some engineering crew in Main engineering to set up a one replicator isolation and trial:: Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: If it's the replicators, then it could begin at the start. ::gets his tricorder ready:: Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: 10/4/19 Andrew Minard: ::paused:: Scott Coleridge: I, for one, am just thankful it was Dacia's coffee the replicators chose to get stuck on and not something more... unusual. Scott Coleridge: Well done, everyone. Andrew Minard: thank you sir Johnson Kenyon: ::wink:: Dacia Sandero: lol Scott Coleridge: We'll go with a TBS of 6 hours, bringing us to 1700 hours. Hopefully engineering will have a tentative plan in place. Scott Coleridge: I'm sure between now and then everyone will have a lot to mull over with these strange malfunctions affecting their workday. Johnson Kenyon: I agree Alexis McFarland: yess Scott Coleridge: Captain Chirakis is lurking on her phone... please feel free to chime in! While waiting for that, any other questions from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Nope Andrew Minard: I'm sure it will be an unusual dinner LOL Scott Coleridge: All right, that's all from me. Everyone dismissed! Have a good week. Chirakis: ::lurk:: Dacia Sandero: Goodnight! Andrew Minard: "all I can get out of this replicator is Petrokian sausage!" Johnson Kenyon: it's a lurker! Andrew Minard: ::drinks the sausage juice:: Chirakis: Thank you Commander College for stepping up to the plate. Or the ice. Alexis McFarland: Daddy would you like some sausage? Johnson Kenyon: you know I don't like Sausage! Andrew Minard: ice captain? Alexis McFarland: NHL season just started Wednesday? Chirakis: After all, he is a Canadian. Andrew Minard: doh Johnson Kenyon: I'll see ya'll next week Tarisa: night night Scott Coleridge: I'm a Canadian who doesn't watch hockey . Alexis McFarland: :O Andrew Minard: sacre bleu! Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm an American that does not watch football Alexis McFarland: We're 2-0.. We beat Columbus Chirakis: Ah. Then the snow? Alexis McFarland: No snow yet... here anyway. They had some in Alberta Andrew Minard: I hated sports when i was young Andrew Minard: now i love baseball and football, basketball not so much Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm off to get a drink. Night all mimipavilion: night all see ya next week Alexis McFarland: I liked basketball last year . Goodnight! Andrew Minard: 2018, who won? Scott Coleridge: Chirakis, just sent you an email since I know you're probably having trouble using the chat fully on mobile. Alexis McFarland: The Raptors eh Andrew Minard: lol Andrew Minard: woot! Chirakis: Good night to all who are leaving. Hopefully I will be back in the saddle next week. Chirakis: Very well done Commander. Andrew Minard: good night all Scott Coleridge: I'm also off. Hit me up by email if you need anything! Chirakis: Thank you, Commander.
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