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  1. Today
  2. Congrats on a great and continued run! Just to make you feel old, Aegis began the year I was born. :p ::ducks behind the couch::
  3. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1042, STARDATE 51908.19 = /\ = 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. However, before the festivities begin, Matt, Keb, Gila, Callista and Annika must endure a "get to know you dinner" with Mork at his estate. While the extravagance is being prepared, Mork takes his guests for a trip around his estate trying to impress the newcomers. But the appearance of strange ships flying to the compound and weird sounds coming from the basement are making the team very uneasy to be there. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1042, STARDATE 51908.19 = /\ =
  4. SD 0818.2019 Who's the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship. Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships.
  5. The Bum takes the kids on the Klingon shuttle to the "Great Blue Spot" in space. They are sucked into the anomaly and rescued by Arcadia. Meanwhile, Arcadia's shields are failing. chatlog2019-7-14.txt
  6. Yesterday
  7. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has received a respite in the form the historic Enterprise-C, though that has provided a few complications of its own. As we pick up, it has a been several hours since the E-C crew began assisting in repairs, medical relief, and a joint science team had started work on getting us home in one piece. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Posing as a Vulcan again, to his considerable annoyance, he was working with one of the Enterprise-C crew members on an idea he had about the planet's rather large chronimetric instability.:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is a virtual prisoner in her isolation room so that the Enterprise-C crew can't see her. She's going pretty stir crazy by this point. Carillon has been manning the helm for 16 hours straight and is looking quite exhausted. :: Cptn Swain: ::In the labs as well, sleeves rolled up. Though he was secretly enjoying himself, he wished it could have been under better circumstances.:: William Chocox: ::is working on some system to keep the ship up and running:: Hakran K'hal: :: working with the Andorian, as well as going roundabout the pair-offs to see how the ideas are coming along :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes into the iso room with a couple of books and a bottle of water.:: I brought you a couple books to help pass some time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had gotten the relief supplies sorted and crews were working to manually deliver them to various areas of the ship. Engineering had crates stacked three high in some places as their supplies had been dumped wherever there had been room. Miranda squeezed through one stack and the next in her quest to find the box that held power converters.:: Twins above, this stuff is ancient. ::She grumbled.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> In engineering, one of the E-C members is working on an ODN relay, but apparently isn't familiar with the tool and accidentally trips a bunch of alarms, indicating that entire engineering section has been decompressed and the inertial dampers turned off, which big if true. Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge in the big chair, scowls down at Carillon :: How long have you... :: interrupted by alarms :: Rhan K'hal: What in sweet hell is going on? William Chocox: ::looks around:: Aw, damnit. ::walks over:: Here, you just need to turn it a quarter turn back this way. ::shows the crew member:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Real books? Where'd you get these?" :: She looks them over, then gladly takes the water bottle.. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Apparently engineering has been decompressed and the inertial dampening system is offline. Maryse Dubois: I keep a few around. Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Throwing her exhaustion aside, she springs into action at her console with the alarms. :: "I'm not reading any movement, though." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Jerks at the alarm and cracks her head on the lid of one of the crates as she straightened too quickly. Swearing under her breath and holding her head, she squeezed her way through to the main bank of engineering consoles and slapped her hand down on the display to cut off the blaring sounds.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::trying to temper his excitement:: Mister K'hal, Thalov? Captain? Rhan K'hal: :: huffs out a sigh :: Check on that, will you? I imagine we'd have notice a massive decompression. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox! William Chocox: Aye sir?! Hakran K'hal: :: swivels his ear, then the rest of him and heads over to Issaha :: Yes? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: checks, via the security feed, and notes that Engineers are moving around and breathing quite well, tyvm :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I said that no relief engineers were to operate without a supervising Excalibur engineer present. Make sure everyone is complying! We can't afford stupid mistakes. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I think we have something. ::Trying extremely hard not to bounce:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> I'd call that a false alarm, sir. William Chocox: I'll double check it sir! Cptn Swain: Relen> ::This was the strangest Vulcan he'd ever met, but he seemed on the up and up:: Rhan K'hal: :: sigh :: Cptn Swain: ::Swivels:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Huh. You've got interesting tastes, Doc... wouldn't expect a woman of science to have this kind of antique around." Rhan K'hal: As I was starting to say, Carillon, how long have you been riding the pony today? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Inexplicably, we paid for the rights for some reason, so everyone on the bridge thinks they hear Genuwine's Pony. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs.:: It doesn't hurt to have a few collections. :;Smiles.:: Rhan K'hal: (( ... )) Cptn Swain: (( I am in a good mood, can you tell? )) Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'm fine, sir." :: She says, through a yawn. :: "I've done 36-hour days on the flight deck." :: She turns around, her real eye red and bloodshot, her implant eye still just as white and gold as ever. She looks up at the ceiling when the music kicks in. :: "I think our computer's having problems again?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I was playing it in my head already. ::snicker:: )) Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::twitches his antennae in the general direction of the weirdo Vulcan:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps over to look over Issaha's shoulder :: You find anything useful, Mr. :: crap, what was his fake name again? just lets it trail off on Mister like an extremely old fashioned officer :: Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Nods, setting the book aside for now. :: "I'll take a look at 'em. How's the Enterprise medical crew? Dark Ages medicine come to life?" Rhan K'hal: :: frowns :: Call in some relief. I don't care if it's a parrot, so long as it can keep its feet on "Park." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::has also forgotten his fake name:, though his player thinks it was his fourth name but isn't going to look it up rn:: We completed the transphasic scans, and we have a working theory on how we might be able to return us and possibly fix the planet as well., Hakran K'hal: Well, we're all ea... :: remembers the Andorian :: sensory organs, share. William Chocox: ::has finished double checking on all the pairs:: Alright, how did you wind up alone hm? ::addressing the engineer that caused the alarm:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: It's not too far off from our own, but they are only allowed to do minor injuries. Just things to help make sickbay clear up a bit. Maryse Dubois: And they seem to be adjusting since Indaura "dumbed down" all of the displays. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> He said he had to get supplies, and I didn't want to wait. ::Surly about it to Chocox.:: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon shook her head. :: "You need an experienced pilot here, sir, not a raw recruit who barely knows where the go button is. There's a reason they dragged me up from the flight deck with half the crew laid up." :: She turned back to her console. :: "I've got half a tube of energy pills left." Cptn Swain: Relan> Well, it's entirely theoretical. But, we could use the Enterprise's deflector dish to create an inverse tachyon beam ... ::pauses:: y'all know what those are right? Cptn Swain: ::Nearly laughs at the idea:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "That's right, they didn't have LCARS back then..." :: She sipped the water bottle. :: "You really thought of everything, didn't you?" Cptn Swain: Thalov> :gives Relan a Look::: William Chocox: No need to get surly, if we don't know how something happened we can't prevent it from happening in the future. The reason you need to have an engineer from our crew with you is because sometimes stuff like that alarm happens. Or you accidentally blow up half the ship, but don't tell anyone I told you that. Rhan K'hal: Depending on what solution they come up with to get us home, we may need a very sharp, experienced pilot to execute the maneuver. We don't need the best to babysit a starship that can't even move at the moment anyway. Go, rest, and be ready to do something very likely approaching idiotic and suicidal later after Science has had their go. Cptn Swain: Relan> Right, anyway... we think that if we pointed the inverse tachyon beam at the planet we could open a temporal fissure. Excalibur could move into it and create a static warp shell collapsing the fissure and sending themselves into the future. Maryse Dubois: Actually that was her idea. It's nice when you are surrounded by the right people. Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Hakran K'hal: :: ponders that a moment :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The challenge would be to modulate the tachyon beam to the correct frequency to return us to the proper time, and not, for example, next Tuesday. Or last Tuesday. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> So I'm just supposed to sit around and do nothing? ::He threw down the tool he'd been using.:: If that's the case, I'll just report back to my own ship and tell them you don't need us here. Hakran K'hal: What are the risks to the Enterprise? Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking to the other doctors and techs, being careful to note when particular things were newly developed ::L Irene Mincine: :: Carillon realized further arguing was pointless and that he was right. :: Carillon> "All right. I guess you have a point there. These pills are giving me a killer headache anyway." :: She pushes back her chair and stands up, promptly grabbing her head. :: William Chocox: No, that's not what I'm saying. You just need to wait for the other engineer to get back. How long has he been gone anyway? Cptn Swain: Thalov> There would be a chance that we could be caught in the temporal backwash and possibly pulled in alongside. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::his antennae were working overtime:: Rhan K'hal: You'll learn after a while I'm rarely wrong. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, just like in the science department." Hakran K'hal: :: looks to Swain :: Rhan K'hal: And take something to counteract the headache. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> I don't know. Seems like a long time. How do you tell time on this blasted ship? ::He threw up his hands and replaced the panel he'd been working on.:: Whatever. What do you want me to do next? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon returns Rhan's line with a grin. :: "And you'll learn that I'm never wrong." :: She takes a few steps and stumbles. She seems confused. :: "Wait, where was I...?" William Chocox: Usually I just ask the computer what time it is. Cptn Swain: It's better than anything we've came up with so far, though a bit theoretical. How much work would be required to modify the Enterprise's deflector dish to emit a Tachyon pulse? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: The good news is, you'll be able to rejoin them soon enough. At least for light duty, and when the Enterprise crew is gone, of course. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::a little quicker than you'd expect:: Three hours, thirty-seven minutes. Depending on the exact modulation. Cptn Swain: Well. ::does one of those looks:: then Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues :: And we can scan to a resolution of...wait. Good enough. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns, looks around :: You, vaguely anemic-looking goldshirt with the phaser and expression like you're half conscious. Take the Lt. to sickbay. Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Looked very relieved. :: "Finally! I'm so ready to get out of here and back to my job." William Chocox: But let's go over here. William Chocox: ::walks with the Engineer:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> The real question, is your ship capable of creating a sufficient warp shell to close the fissure behind you. Hakran K'hal: The ship: probably not, by itself. With our complement of other ships, the chances are considerably better, if we can coordinate them properly. Cptn Swain: Hakran... that's a good question. Maryse Dubois: I figured you would like that. Once the med team is clear of sickbay, we should at least be able to get you back to your quarters. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon waves off the goldshirt. :: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't need my hand held. I just need a few seconds here." :: She steps into the turbolift, walking slowly and looking down at the floor. :: William Chocox: Life support is always coming down around my ears. How long have you been an Engineer? Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Thinks for a minute. :: "Can't you transport me there directly?" Rhan K'hal: A bridge full of aggressively stubborn people. Won't that be fun. Maryse Dubois: ::Raised eyebrow.:: With the way things are working right now? Cptn Swain: (( I am relatively certain we don't have transporters that are working lol )) Indaura Ryssan: Eng Med person> What's in there? Irene Mincine: "...good point." Irene Mincine: ::Blue>:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::His ancient kit slung over his shoulder, he accompanied Chocox to the next system.:: Three years now. You? Indaura Ryssan: Something I can't speak of.. now over here... Cptn Swain: Issaha> Then there is the issue of getting the modulation right, though we might be able to modulate that on the fly. Hakran K'hal: Assuming we can manage that with our one nacelle and squadron, I would also say we're likely going to have to cram all non-essentials into the central shelter areas to avoid any medical issues with radiation, chroniton or otherwise. Cptn Swain: Relan> ::Looks over at the Vulcan saying "on the fly" and blinks:: William Chocox: About the same actually, though I was always taking machinery apart when I was a kid. Irene Mincine: :: The sickbay door opens. Carillon takes two steps inside. :: "...busy place. Maybe I'll come back later." Cptn Swain: ::Nods::: Very well. Thalov, can you have the enterprise begin making the modulations to your array. Harkan, head down to engineering and see what they think. Have Miranda meet me in my ready room, I want to run this by her first, but no harm in doing the leg work. Everyone else can work on finding the right frequency. ::Glances over:: I'd rather not do it, on the fly, as you say. William Chocox: And sorry about my tone earlier, I've had just about the worst week possible. Hakran K'hal: :: nods at Issaha :: It's hardly going to be a set-it-and-forget-it... enterprise. :: Swain :: Aye, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: rises and exits :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Yea, I can see that. This place is a wreck. I'm surprised it is still flying. Hakran K'hal: :: commandeers a lift, orders it to Main Engineering while his mind whirls at warp thinking of all the issues with this plan :: Cptn Swain: (( Why do I always want to call him Harkan )) Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods and heads out towards the shuttles:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters ME, notes a modern goldshirt near the door :: Hawthorne? Cptn Swain: ::Gives Issaha a long look, wondering if he can be left in charge, but decides there are worse things that could happen. Famous last words, of course. Heads out towards the lifts and the bridge:: William Chocox: We've come to find that our Engineering crew works best when everything is going wrong. This was the hardest thing we've had in my time here though. Hakran K'hal: :: gets directed, heads over to her :: Commander Hawthorne. Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Stops Carillon.:: No no... This way please. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon nods and follows the nurse. Blue Irene lays down on the biobed. :: Blue> "Mind if I take a nap?" Rhan K'hal: Ken, I don't suppose we have any super-intelligent yet annoying teenagers to fly the ship for a while? No? Well transfer helm to your station, then leave it alone. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still digging through crates for those ancient converters, Miranda glanced up at her name, careful of the lid this time. She quirked a brow at the science-y K'hal.:: Here. You'll have to squeeze through. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Go ahead. Have a nice rest. ::Gets up and heads for the exit. Making sure it was clear, she opened the door ans slid out before closing again.:: Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Points to empty bio bed.:: Sit there please. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::having just arrived on the bridge:: I can keep us parked if you want. Cptn Swain: D'A> Will get me out of the hanger bay for a bit. My god that place is a mess. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Uh-huh." :: She parks herself on the biobed, holding her head. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> I'd hope so, though they won't tell us everything that happened to you. Don't suppose you'd like to fill in the blanks? Rhan K'hal: By all means. :: smiles :: Hakran K'hal: I wouldn't be much of a Cait if I couldn't squeeze. :: does so :: We've come up with an idea to kill two chronitons with one tachyon. But we need to generate a strong warp shell to do it. How much can the ship give, and can the remaining working craft supplement, and can we control it all? Cptn Swain: D'A> ::smirks and makes her way over. She looked like she'd been through a war:: Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Finds Indaura.:: Doctor, there is a new patient in bed 5. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon had left the helm area a total mess, like everything she touches. There was a pile of snack wrappers and a half-empty tube of energy pills sitting on the touch surface. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: transfers control back to the helm :: William Chocox: Unfortunately if I told you I'd be breaking about 3 Federation Laws and 15 Starfleet Regulations and I think my XO might kill me as well. Cptn Swain: D'a> I see she left the helm like she leaves her pit. Captain will be thrilled if she continues that. Rhan K'hal: Well, she did pull a double, so it's twice as bad as normal. Maybe we can request a rubbish bin to be attached to the new console when we get back home. Cptn Swain: ::Misses that whole conversation as he slips into the ready room:: Rhan K'hal: Assuming she stays on. Seems like Personnel can't keep us stocked in drivers very long. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon's ears burn. Then she horks into a bedpan provided by a nurse down in sickbay. :: Cptn Swain: D;A> What happened to that Marine fellow anyway? I hope the ceiling tiles didn't kill him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She inhaled sharply and moved to the console again.:: IF we can get the hull shored up with proper materials, which we now have, we wouldn't have to worry about the bulkheads collapsing. She could probably take at least eighty to ninety percent of her normal stress factors if we get the repairs done properly this time. Rhan K'hal: I think the Major decided it was best to keep him with the 153rd from now on. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::Nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We can draw additional power from the working craft on board to help with the power strain, which will also act as a buffer. It might blow their power nodules by the time it is over as we'd be using them as temporary breakers. Rhan K'hal: Well, considering we'll be entering the temporal fissure at the planet, "normal" stress factors are probably going to be out the airlock. Rhan K'hal: Which, before your eyes start firing, the Captain does want to see you and discuss it with you, but he wanted the initial legwork to get started. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Mutters.:: Yea, I figured. The tech here is amazing, though. ::When he thought Will wasn't looking, he slipped an Excalibur tricorder into his bag.:: William Chocox: I'm going to need that back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> What? ::innocent look:: William Chocox: Don't play dumb with me. I'm better at it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Sorry? William Chocox: Do I need to come out and say it or reach in your bag, or are you going to give it up willingly? Indaura Ryssan: :: Walking with the pack :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Opens his bag.:: Oh! I thought that was mine.. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I'll get with Will, see what kind of numbers I can give the science team. We have to be able to do this without risking the Enterprise. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Passes the tricorder back.:: William Chocox: Easy enough mistake to make. ::takes it back:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her jaw flexed, but she didn't immediately discount the idea. So that was good.:: We'll do what we can. That's about all we can do. As you can see, we have plenty of supplies from the Enterprise, but it is going to take time to get all the necessary repairs done. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our main concern right now is the nacelle. Without it operational, you aren't getting any kind of warp field. Hakran K'hal: Yeah, that's what I was afraid of. Okay. I'll let you get up to the Captain, he's in his ready room. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon falls over onto her side and passes out as the doctor arrives, just in time for the end of the episode. The (empty) bedpan she was holding clatters to the floor. :: Rhan K'hal: (( okay Irene and her bevy of characters, I know Sickbay is nice and all but you don't need to move in)) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  8. Last week
  9. On the 18th of August in the year 1985, Starbase Aegis was born. Then located in the Canar System, it has since undergone two incarnations: Deep Space Aegis, and the present Sky Harbor Aegis. The station and its crew have endured the Dominion, the Klingon, and the Cardassian Wars, plus countless other threats from within and outside the bounds of the Federation space and that of the Joint Allied Powers. The Breen have disappeared, a byproduct of their experimentation with subspace travel. However when one oppressive tyrant is destroyed, another is always ready to take its place. As we open Season 25, the date is 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142. Sky Harbor Aegis is a new station. The old one has been removed for scrap. She is now strategic base that stands watch between known and unknown space. Several species who were former slaves of the Breen are now free and have formed what we know as the Alien Alliance. Led by a powerful group whose resources and abilities have yet to be revealed, the Alien Alliance is building bases on asteroids and planetoids within a string of nebulae that allows them stealth passage from their space to that of the Joint Allied Powers. Presently, their aim is to form a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers, take over Aegis, and use it as a staging ground to conquer the Federation and the Joint Allied Powers. Happy Birthday, Aegis. Q'plah!
  10. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/16/19 - 10:07 PM=/\= 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS was 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. The crew is finally settling down to a normal routine. Families have been reunited. Aegean is undergoing repairs at the shipyard. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, after lunch, trying not to burp::: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::having lunch with her friends probably:: Chirakis: :::Medical Complex, checking the status of Aegean's personnel::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::makes a quick note in her journal:: Chirakis: :::Dacia:: How long before they can return to duty, Doctor? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking that her padd has the latest results then exits the lab:: Fletcher Jackson: (w) ::Jyl:: Ma'am... next time I say I'm going for pizza, please hit me on the head with a bat'leth. Jylliene: ::ensuring supplies have gone through for repairs and the like for Aegean:: Jylliene: If you wish. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: The majority of the crew have been cleared to return to light duty, there is still some that suffered more severe radiation poisoning on Aegean, but they are recovering nicely and should return for duty in the coming days. Fletcher Jackson: ::settles in to complete his work::: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Chirakis: ::Dacia:: And you, Doctor. How are you doing? Jylliene: ::starts searching inventory records for bat'leths:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stifles a burp:: Jylliene: You know, I imagine medical would have a quick something you could take. Dacia Sandero: Me? I didn't seem to have sustained too much radiation since I was mostly in the sickbay. I am on light duty for the next few days. Fletcher Jackson: ::takes over for incoming vessels:: Alexis McFarland: ::returning back to school after lunch at Blubby's. During the TBS, she was deemed to have been fully recovered from her injuries and is now free of her cast and hoverchair and is walking on her own two feet again:: Chirakis: :::she nods to Dacia, her expression glad that there was less damage than expected:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, the shields held up enough until we were rescued. Fletcher Jackson: ::finally the commander's comment computes in his brain::he opens his mouth, then closes it, really not wanting to ask::: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: :::finds one listed in storage for general practice/use, sends in a request to the storage area:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC:: Jylliene: ::not because she's really considering using it on Jackson, but rather, just as something new to do - martial arts using the weapon:: Chirakis: ::Dacia:: Um.... Romulan construction is well beyond some of our vessels. I am thankful that they were aboard Aegean. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::accessing the science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, same here. Annisha: :: At boring old school :: Chirakis: ::shakes off her concern::: If you will excuse me, Doctor. I have a few things to attend to. Keep me apprised. Alexis McFarland: ::next to Annisha and Miana, getting out her note PADD:: Dacia Sandero: Of course, will do. ::smiles:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC, moving to her station.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working :: Chirakis: ::exits into the command lift::: CnC Tae'Lynn Dran: :::cross referencing medical reports to lab results:: Chirakis: ::exits, pausing for threat assessment::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting with Alexis and Annisha. She's finally free of her sling.:: mimipavilion: ::going over the early afternoon reports that are on her desk:: Fletcher Jackson: ::checking documents as they scroll his screen::: Chirakis: ::steps in::: Commander Kital, report. Chirakis: ::moves to the OPs station::: Jylliene: Situation as it has been - stable. Fletcher Jackson: ::small burp that smells like pizza::: Jylliene: No changes to incoming or outgoing. Chirakis: Excell...ent. :::turns to Jackson:: Jylliene: No reports of any unusual issues or activities from any of the departments. Jylliene: ::nearly none, anyhow, except for Jackson's current gastrointestinal status:: Annisha: :: to her friends :: What class is next? Chirakis: ::watching Jackson:: Very quiet, then. At least we have a few hours to relax. Fletcher Jackson: ::sips water, hoping that will work::: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Cayne::: Commander, report. Alexis McFarland: Mmm... ::checks her schedule:: PhysEd, I think. Chirakis: ::also notices Tarisa::: Alexis McFarland: (or was it called gym in America?) Jylliene: (Both.) mimipavilion: (::points up at Jylliene's comment::) Alexis McFarland: (Ah ok, Same here) Annisha: More like kicking your butt. :: Playfuly punches Alexis :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Casually looking at this display :: Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's report::: Alexis McFarland: Hehe.. hopefully not too much.' Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Oh, nothing on long range or short range sensors. The area of the star is rather quiet. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up, swivels his chair, and blinks, then shakes it off:: Chirakis: Would you say "too quiet"? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shrugs :: I think a bit, but these things happen in waves. Chirakis: :::something catches her eye as it floats above the commerce deck::: Alexis McFarland: I only just got out of my hover chair. Jylliene: ::would most definitely not say too quiet, because though she never was superstitious growing up, being on Aegis has definitely added a few:: Tarisa: ::Checking recent sensor logs, before looking over reports.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checking internal sensors :: What is this.... Tarisa: Miana> I can not wait. ::Loves PE.:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm me too, now that I'm out of my hover chair. Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne as she enters her codes to access the screen::: Something wrong Commander? Tarisa: ::Perks up as she thought she saw something:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checks the computer :: Says it's crepe paper? Alexis McFarland: I think we're doing dodgeball or something. Chirakis: ::stops::: Crepe paper? I am not familiar with that. Chirakis: :::checks her screen and begins to page through::: mimipavilion: ::hates receiving medical reviews and related and makes a separate pile for that:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: This paper is floating up from the Commerce level... multiple colors. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there some celebration going on? Chirakis: ::looks out the window::: Probably a wedding or a birthday? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know of none scheduled. Chirakis: ::continues to read through her most recent::: Annisha: Dodgeball? Another Earth game.... Chirakis: Hm.... this might be the answer.... Alexis McFarland: Mmm. But I'm not too sure, Chirakis: From Admiral Morris.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Nij here, how about a nice dinner, just the two of us. Chirakis: To the crew of Sky Harbor Aegis Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Morris? Chirakis: A Proclamation celebrating the end of the 24th Year and the beginning of the 25th Year of service to Starfleet and the Joint Allied powers by securing the borders, exploration, and going where no one has gone before. Signed: Admiral Reginald Morris, Starfleet Command Tarisa: Miana> Oh. That is the game I am good at. The boys hate playing it with me. Jylliene: +Nijil+Sounds appealing. Chirakis: ::looks up to Cayne, blanks her screen and moves to the commerce deck window::: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, you're really good at it Miana. Chirakis: Well, now... It is a celebration. At the center is a one deck high cake of Aegis? Alexis McFarland: (oooh!) Fletcher Jackson: ::blink:: Cake? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sounds like a lot of clean :: sees her leave, follows :: Jylliene: That explains those requisitions. Chirakis: And we are to attend. Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: Jylliene: ::glances at Jackson:: Might make sure you take it easy on the cake. I don't yet have the bat'leth to otherwise dissuade you. Chirakis: So.. clip your screens to your PADDS, set them to alert mode in case there is one, and attend. ::nods to the crew::: Fletcher Jackson: ::yl:: Commander, I think I'll have to take it to my quarters for later. No way could I eat anything more. Chirakis: ::chuckles at Jackson's comment::: I should make you eat it, Ensign. Fletcher Jackson: ::swallows hard::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ You sound appealing...I, err. I'll make arrangements. Alexis McFarland: Mm? ::Looks at Miana:: Chirakis: ::smiles as she turns to enter the lift:: All crew are to attend. You heard the admiral. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sniffs the air as her ears twitch.:: I hear something. A celebration. I smell sweets too! Fletcher Jackson: :::groan::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. They did close off a portion of the commerce section didn't they? I wonder if that has anything to do with it. Tarisa: ::Puzzled at first, but chooses not to question. She goes to the lift.:: Chirakis: Action> All Starfleet personnel head to the commerce deck. Civilians only if they are part of a Starfleet family. Annisha: Au hear something? Tarisa: Miana> I want to see. Jylliene: ::to Jackson:: You'll be fine. ::heads there:: Dacia Sandero: ::get the announcement to head to the commerce deck:: Something going on down there? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, me too, Alexis McFarland: What did you hear Annisha? mimipavilion: ::gets the announcement as well and heads to the commerce deck:: Not sure? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets a beep on her tablet.:: Oooo.. Jylliene: +Nijil+ On your way to the event? Dacia Sandero: ::reads about it on her PADD:: Ooh. Annisha: Na, it's Miana's hearing.. I mean my hearing is good. :: points at pointy ears :: But I did not hear that noise? My birthday is not today, so what gives? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ What? What event? Tarisa: Miana> I think we can go too. ::Shows the tablet.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Gets it too:: It's something to do with the station. It's birthday? We're invited since we have family in Starfleet. Annisha: Just like someone, get us all in one place... Jylliene: ::forwards the info with the command to attend:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: ::gets another beep:: Dacia already said to meet her down there. Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's cake. Dacia Sandero: ::heads down to the commerce deck:: Jylliene: +Annisha+ Meet your father and I when you reach the commerce deck. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Lets go. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishes as she gets excited.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I have been so involved in my work.. I'm in an empty tube working on a project. Alexis McFarland: ::the students get dismissed by the teacher and they make their way to the commerce section:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Orders from the admiral. Jylliene: ::arrives:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sees the giant cake as the get close to the party.:: Wow.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Admiral who? There are so many. Tarisa: ::Was already there, mingling.:: Dacia Sandero: ::arrives shortly after and stands next to Jyliene:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Admiral Morris. Come on. Chirakis: ::making her way through the crowd, enjoying their presence::: Chirakis: :::amazed at the food they have spread out::: Dacia Sandero: ::to Jylliene:: I figured if Annisha was going to meet you here, Alexis wouldn't be too far away. ::her gaze turns to the impressive cake station:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's food and cake. Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the cake station as well:: Wow! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets his things together :: Ugh.. +Nei'rrh shuttle+ Transport me from my location next to Commander Kital. Shuttle Computer: Understood, energizing.... Jylliene: ::nods to Dacia and grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Nijil appear out of nowhere:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rematerializes next to Jy :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the wall of people.:: So many... Jylliene: About time. ::chuckles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good, the shuttle did not misplace me. Alexis McFarland: Yeah.. no wonder they need a cake so big Nijil tr'Korjata: My feet are tired, and I can't see straight. Jylliene: ::rubs his back:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> I smell familiar people though. Alexis McFarland: ::looks for Dacia in the crowds, connects with her telepathically:: Ahh, she's next to your parents Annisha. mimipavilion: ::walking through the commerce level:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I guess they're all here. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's my feet, but not here... So what is this about again? Chirakis: :::though she does not really enjoy such food, she accepts a very small sample, nods thanks, then moves on::: Alexis McFarland: I'm sure Tarisa's around here somewhere too. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I can smell her too. Jylliene: An anniversary, you might say. Jylliene: ::indicates the writing on the big cake:: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head a moment, as she catches something. Walks casually through the crowd.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sees Dacia and Annisha's parents and heads their way:: Chirakis: ::::moves to the edge of the crowd and ponders the 24 years:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's been a year for us already? Chirakis really goes all out. Jylliene: ::glances at Nijil,:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wanders through, taking a little here and a little there, boxing them up for tomorrow:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis, till she stops when someone puts a hand on her head.:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she pats Miana's head.:: Alexis McFarland: ::stops next to Dacia and still near Miana and Tarisa:: Tarisa: Miana> Neemah! ::Hugs.:: Dacia Sandero: ::pets Alexis' head as well:: Chirakis: (Let us hope that Miana's hands are clean) Alexis McFarland: Mmm, neemah! Keeheehee.. Chirakis: (Not covered with cake, that is) Tarisa: ((hehe she hasn't got that far yet.)) Annisha: :: Looks up at Tarisa :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/16/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then.... Chirakis: I suppose that was a surprise for everyone. Chirakis: And it is true. On the 18th of August, 24 years ago, Aegis was christened. Chirakis: We are now on the edge of the 25th Season. Chirakis: Some of us were there, and some of us were not. I do believe, though, that it is one of the best sims, and that we have one of the best crews. Thank you all. Chirakis: So... TBS will be another 24 hours, making it the afternoon of the next day. Chirakis: Hopefully you will not be so full that you cannot move. Chirakis: Anyway, questions or comments? Dacia Sandero: Can we take home leftovers? Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: Mr Jackson is so full that he has to save his for later. Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Thank you for being the best crew I have ever had. Chirakis: And with that... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 16 August 2019 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS is 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local Well into the second day of recovery from Aegean's near disaster, the crew is settling down to a normal routine. Aegean has been taken to the shipyard for repairs. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining examining the samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star, and families have been reunited. In short, it has been a quiet day.
  12. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1041, STARDATE 51908.12 = /\ = 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. However, before the festivities begin, Matt, Keb, Gila, Callista and Annika must endure a "get to know you dinner" with Mork at his estate. While the extravagance is being prepared, Mork takes his guests for a trip around his estate trying to impress the newcomers. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1041, STARDATE 51908.12 = /\ = 1908012.log
  13. July 26, 2388 -- Earth Lake Como was quiet in the darkness. Cool mountain air drifted down from snowy peaks. Fireflies danced in the late summer. Nan Bacco smiled, she would miss Earth, she considered for perhaps the first time since she’d taken the Federation presidency. It had never felt like home, but now in the waning days of her presidency, she realized that like so many others it had captured her heart. She glanced away and back towards a small villa; the final aeroshuttle had arrived and Cal would be coming to collect. Sighing, she took a final breath of summer and headed back down a cobblestone path. Cal met her at the doors. He wore the same frown as always, though now she noticed something else, thought she couldn’t place it. “That’s it,” he said, “Swaggert is here now. They’re all waiting in the den. I had Maurice get them settled in with refreshments.” She nodded. “Good.” “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “No, but it's the right thing.” Cal’s frown broke. “I guess you really don’t have any plans to ever run for office again.” Nan laughed and patted her old friend on the shoulder, squeezing gently as she passed by and into the villa. It was nearly midnight local time and the small romanesque villa was still save for muffled chatter coming from behind heavy double doors, each carved with the likeness of several Roman gods and goddesses. “Madame President,” a plain-clothes Starfleet security officer from her detail who was guarding the doors said as he opened the doors. She glanced towards him with a smile before taking a deep breath. “Into the lion’s den.” The room, like the rest of the house, was decorated in a style meant to evoke the long dead Roman Empire. Waiting for her, were the four leading candidates to replace her. It was, she realized, the first time she’d actually been in the room with all of them at once. Nearest to her, Hajer Somak looked over as the doors opened. At nearly 130, the Catullan male’s once purple mane had faded to a regal silver and he seemed to enjoy his role as the elder statesman in the race. Across from him, the final arrivee was pacing. Nan sighed. William “Bill” Swaggert. If you were writing a political character for a holonovel from human history, you wouldn’t do much better than just modeling him. Young, charismatic, and extremely handsome. He was, Nan considered, almost too perfect. If she were twenty years younger and single, she might even consider him attractive -- until he started talking about politics, anyway. At the other end of the room, Salyet of Vulcan and Rydra Thallis were making small talk. Nan wasn’t actually sure why Salyet was running, if she was being honest. As Vulcans went, she was something of a wallflower. Sure she’d been part of three different presidential administrations in the past, and had been part of the Vulcan delegation to Earth for nearly half a century, but outside of the Champs d'Elysee, she was virtually a non-factor. Rydra, however, was a rising star in Federation politics. The purple-skinned Osadjani had made a name for herself as an outspoken critic of both Nan’s and the preceding Min Zife administration's efforts to rebuild Starfleet following the Dominion War. Earlier, she had been a passionate advocate for the Bajorans and a strong critique of Federation policy towards the Cardassians. Though she’d been a continued thorn in her side, Nan had always found her to be fair and forthright. As all four finally turned towards Nan, she motioned to the security officer to let the door close. She wondered when the last time anyone in the room had been alone at a meeting without an aide. Smirking she made her way over. “Thank you all for coming,” she said. “I know it’s late and I am sure you’re all wondering why you’re here.” Saylet, surprisingly, replied first. “It is a curious situation we find ourselves in, Madame President.” Before Bill could chime in, Nan resumed. “What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room. And if it does, well... I will make it my personal mission to assure that the campaign responsible doesn’t win the election.” “I thought you weren’t taking sides,” Bill said smugly, “that’s what you keep telling all the papers anyway.” “And I am not,” she gave him a cold glance. “I assume,” Rydra said, folding the upper most of her two sets of arms, “that if the President is going to all the trouble of meeting with us all, at midnight, in some tiny house away from Paris that it’s a matter of state importance?” “That is correct.” Hajer leaned forward, putting his glass down on a coffee table. “Alright.” Salyet added her agreement before Bill finally agreed as well. “In 48 hours I will be making a major announcement concerning a future Federation member and the Cardassian Union, after which you will be free to discuss the issue with the press freely. I am telling you all this now so that you can be prepared. The decision has already been made.” “Which future Federation member, exactly?”
  14. Valerie Carillon was out like a light. She was being carried back to her quarters by a few drafted orderlies. Sickbay had a look at her after she passed out - it turns out she'd taken way too many of the emergency energy pills to get through her double shift on the bridge. She just needed to sleep it off, and there was no room in sickbay for her. The orderlies tucked her into bed in her quarters. There was no risk of waking her up, nothing short of a nuclear explosion next to her would do that. The high of the energy pills was matched only by the low when they wore off. She had very strange dreams that night. Dreams of falling, dreams of battle, dreams of a strange world where up was down and black was white. The strangest dream of all was one of being on the ground, on a dark planet, shooting Jem’Hadar. She'd had this dream many times before and attributed it to her experiences during the war - though she was a pilot and not a ground pounder, she had often read of ground offensives or heard of them from her friends in the Marines. This dream was slightly different. The battle kept happening over and over. She aimed her rifle, shot a Jem’Hadar soldier, advanced, and ran back to the start. She shot a soldier, advanced, and ran back. Why was she always running back? What was the voice telling her to shoot, advance, and go back? Why did it feel so real? She lost count of how many times she participated in this cycle before waking up, drenched in the sweat of fear. She was so sick of this dream. Twelve hours had passed, according to the computer. She was sitting at her work desk, not in bed. Must have sleepwalked, it happens with the drugs in the pep pills. On a note pad, she had scrawled the Greek letter sigma over and over. She recycled it in the replicator.
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  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1041, STARDATE 51908.12 = /\ = 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. However, before the festivities begin, Matt, Keb, Gila, Callista and Annika must endure a "get to know you dinner" with Mork at his estate. While the extravagance is being prepared, Mork takes his guests for a trip around his estate trying to impress the newcomers. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1041, STARDATE 51908.12 = /\ =
  17. SD 0811.2019 Excalibur has received a respite in the form the historic Enterprise-C, though that has provided a few complications of its own. As we pick up, it has a been several hours since the E-C crew began assisting in repairs, medical relief, and a joint science team had started work on getting us home in one piece.
  18. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in the year ~2282~ 2338, finds itself once again looking for solutions. Their luck seems to have changed, a bit, as the USS Enterprise C has arrived in Sarras, apparently having detected the unusual chroniton signature of the Excalibur falling out of the slipstream. Commander Hawthorne has been a tyrannical martinet about protocol, while Captain Swain has concluded a meeting with the Enterprise command staff. Supplies from the E-C are starting to arrive, as are repair and relief crews. Science has yet to be allowed to talk to their counter parts, but a meeting has been arranged in the mess hall of relevant science staff from both ships. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, making no noise and pretending he's not there :: Hakran K'hal: :: in the mess hall, emphasis still on mess sadly, waiting for this meeting and trying to remember if any of /his/ relatives served on the Enterprise C (and left before time travel shenanigans on their end). Definitely doesn't want to run into his great uncle :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::for purposes of not confusing anyone aboard the Enterprise-C, he had stayed in the lab running the m'Acgyver'ed transphasic scan of the planet:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher joined the science confab in the mess hall, not only because he was one of the more qualified people on the ship to weigh in, but because Miranda had all but ordered him to make sure none of the science geeks let anything slip that didn't need to. Not that, he considered, she trusted him much more.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is sitting up in her isolation room in sick bay. :: "I'm feeling a lot better now. Can't I go to the science meeting?" Maryse Dubois: ::In Sickbay, checking on Blue Irene, bringing her a change of clothes.:: I come bearing gifts. And no. For more than one reason. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Medical relief teams from the Enterprise have arrived and are waiting for assignments from the Excalibur staff. Maryse Dubois: For the same reason that they would be confused by seeing a Romulan on board. Cptn Swain: ACTION2> Several damage control and repair teams from Enterprise have also arrived in Engineering and await orders as well. Irene Mincine: :: Red is hanging out drinking replicated synthoswill in her guest quarters, and Carillon is at the helm rubbing her yellow eye. :: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: wearing a band-aid over her crinkled Bajoran nose and not wearing her earring, since they're about 30 years from Bajorans bopping about on Starfleet ships because of the occupation, is sitting next to her contemplative boss :: Indaura Ryssan: I'd like to see the reaction, but alas that's not to be. Maryse Dubois: Actually you need to stay in this room, at least till guests leave. Speaking of. ::Hands Indaura a PADD.:: Can you coordinate with the Enterprise med team? And make sure they don't come in this room. Actually...make sure they don't touch much of anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had abandoned the bridge to their resident K'hal on duty so that she could oversee the transfer of supplies to engineering and oversee the repair teams. She'd already briefed her own team to ensure that none of the Enterprise crew were left without an escort. She frowned slightly as they began filing into her domain, but tried her best to revert to something of a neutral expression. It wasn't their fault, after all, and they were engineers, so somewhat better than most people.:: Cptn Swain: Tholav> ::The Andorian chief science officer of the Enterprise was standing quietly near the front of the room, observing their future counter-parts. Assuming their tale was to be believed.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Yes Doctor. I'll lock things down just in case of sticky fingers.... shall I 'downgrade' any displays to not tip our advanced hand? Hakran K'hal: Captain, shall we get started? Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. :: "It's 23... um... well, okay... fine... incongruities definitely need to be kept to a minimum..." Cptn Swain: ::Nods, and clears his throat:: Maryse Dubois: Yes please Cptn Swain: Welcome aboard the Excalibur. This is my chief science officer, Lt. K'Hal. Cptn Swain: ::He motioned to the Caitian:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, his fatigue still pretty evident :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to lock up the valuables and downgrade the displays :: Hakran K'hal: This, :: indicated Kenet :: is lieutenant Kenet, head of the space sciences section in the department. Cptn Swain: And this is Lt. Commander Thalov of the Enterprise. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::tips his head:: Greetings. Irene Mincine: :: Blue hmmed. :: "So do we just lock up half the crew until the Enterprise guys leave?" :: Cptn Swain: I believe you've been briefed on the situation Excalibur finds herself in, yes? Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods:: A most, intriguing situation. Time travel is such a... complex matter. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::His antennae wiggled slightly:: Maryse Dubois: ::Closes the door a moment, to keep things from being overheard.:: You do know the importance of the Enterprise C right? Their intervention, and subsequent destruction was very important in relations between the Klingons and Federation. So yes, we probably should keep you and others at least out of sight. Hakran K'hal: That's an understatement, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves the Enterprise medical staff in :: Come in please.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After briefing the Enterprise crew and passing out assignments, sending the various teams off to do their repairs, she took a seat at one of the main consoles to review their newly gained supplies and determine what they still needed.:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae again, but slightly faster:: Mmm Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. How could she forget that? :: "Of course, of course I know. I'm the result of relations between the Klingons and the Federation! Maybe my brain's still a little scrambled from all that radiation." Cptn Swain: So, our objective is fairly straightforward. Find a way to send Excalibur back to our correct time period without further damaging the timeline. Rhan K'hal: :: one of the rare times he bothers to sit in the center seat when the derelict/useless ship is left in his paws, stares between the main display of the Enterprise and the displays on the aux tactical station below and to his left :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Arrives on the bridge, looking rather tired:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Phillipe :: Managed to get the buddy system all set up, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Well at least we are at an understanding. But I do have some good news. I can actually get you some real food to eat. So what are you hungry for? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks exhausted at the helm. :: "Stationkeeping a ship this big with with a damaged computer..." Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::frowns:: Yes. Hakran K'hal: The problem is, even with some degree of repair we will still be closer to a piece of space junk than a space ship. Indaura Ryssan: :: Guides the Ent Medical staff around :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> Perhaps you should scuttle the Excalibur and we focus on sending your crew back without a ship. Hakran K'hal: :: looks at Swain :: That's an option we obviously would like to keep as last resort, but yes, that has been considered. Irene Mincine: Blue> "Now we're talking!" :: She perked up at the mention of food. :: "What am I hungry for? Heart of targ. What do I trust from our replicators is the real question. Not very much as far as Klingon cuisine." Cptn Swain: Yes. Only if we had no other options. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Sighs:: Very well/ Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yeah Klingon cuisine may be off the table for a while. Cptn Swain: Thalov> I would suggest we break into teams. Cptn Swain: I was going to sugges... Hakran K'hal: :: ears swivel back and forth :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I don't know, whatever it can make with our limited power. Chicken salad?" Cptn Swain: Thalov> Based on the information you've given Captain Garrett on your science teams and their specialties, I took the liberty dividing up the labor already. ::Hands a somewhat older PADD to both K'hal and Swain:: Rhan K'hal: You look like you could use a break, Commander. If you want to stretch out in the break room for a bit, I've got the bridge covered. Cptn Swain: Augustin> As much as I would like to, I'm needed down in the shuttle bay. The antigrav lifters are out so we're having to manhaul supplies for engineering once they come off the Enterprise's shuttles. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip as he looked over the assignments:: Rhan K'hal: Ah, yes. Well at least grab a protein bar and an energy drink. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the list, but waits for Swain to be all Captainy and make decisions :: Maryse Dubois: Chicken Salad huh? I think we can manage that. Sit tight. ::Leaves the iso room, closing it behind her. She then goes to get food.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A few of the Enterprise medical staff are grousing that they're being herded around like cattle. Something along the lines of "you try and help..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With everything as settled in engineering as it could be, she rose and strode out of the department, taking the lift down to the shuttle bay to supervise offloading.:: Cptn Swain: Well ::he cleared his throat:: Thank you for taking the initiative. K'hal do you have any suggestions? Cptn Swain: Augustin> I will be so happy to never eat another one of those protein bars again. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I got a tube of caffeine pills if you want 'em, sirs." :: She holds up a small metal tube she'd been keeping at the helm. :: "We swear by 'em on the flight line." Rhan K'hal: :: holds up a finger, hops up and goes to his usual spot at mission ops, digs around in the console a bit, then springs back up :: Catch! :: tosses a precious chocolate-chip granola bar to Augustin :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Perks up:: I owe you one. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles, watching Maryse leave. She lies back down on her isolation bed, made more comfortable by a few extra blankets stuffed under her. :: "She's too good for us." Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::glances to the Caitian expectantly:: Hakran K'hal: While I would normally mirror the Commander's approach, under the circumstances I'm afraid our staff is about half-dead with fatigue. I'd rather do a wholesale push together for a while and then call a break. Perhaps after that, if we've discovered avenues to walk down, we can pair off. Rhan K'hal: Consider it a gift, since I get to lounge up here while you're hauling crates. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Frowns:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in the shuttle bay, the supplies from the Enterprise were arriving and Miranda was handed a data padd as they were offloaded so she could check the manifest.:: Who organized these? ::She swore under her breath.:: Cptn Swain: That is a good point. Most of the crew hasn't had more than a few hours of actual sleep since this all began. So, why don't we do that. ::Looks at his watch:: I am actually needed elsewhere, so why don't you all get started. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I'll keep you apprised, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff :: ... oh I can't answer that question Rhan K'hal: :: settles back in the big chair :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae hiding his annoyance.:: Hakran K'hal: :: taps the lonely comm badge on the table beside him, opening up a one-way audio link to the lab so Issaha can listen in. Hakran K'hal: I'm sorry Commander, I know you went to some effort, and as I said, I would normally copy your approach. But we're running on a sliver of dilithium here, so we'll waste less time this way. Cptn Swain: Thalov>::Shrugs:: Very well. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene tries to open the door to her guest quarters. The computer beeps and complains about a security lockdown. :: "What?" Hakran K'hal: So, whatever ideas or insights your people have would be great to get on the table first. We've been thinking this through inside and out. Twice. Perhaps a fresh set of eyes, and antennae, would jump-start us a bit. Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back to Irene's room with a tray of food.:: You didn't specify what drink, so I got you water. :;Sets the tray by her bed, making sure the door closes again. Then she sits in a chair nearby.:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Thanks. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week." :: She ravenously chows down on the tray of food. Between bites, she tries to keep up the conversation. :: "Keeping an eye on me or keeping me company?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning one of the other staff :: Maryse Dubois: Yes. ::Nibbling on a tuna sandwich.:: Rhan K'hal: :: notes Carillon doing her job with quiet efficiency, and ensign Obee taking his usual spot with youthful enthusiasm and partially torn uniform, and the puniest tactically trained officer on the ship that wouldn't be much use in the shuttlebay looking like it needs a stack of padds to sit on :: Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Sir?" :: She turns around in her seat. :: Rhan K'hal: :: his eyes dart back over to Valerie :: Yes, Lieutenant? Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her own scan :: Seems I'm dehydrated. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::begins rattling off several ideas:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Uh-huh." :: She's making great progress on her salad. :: "You sure do like being alone with me." :: She laughs and sips her water. :: Hakran K'hal: :: makes notes as Thalov goes through them :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I heard you, didn't know if there was something wrong...er than usual." Rhan K'hal: Ah, sorry. :: lopsided fangy grin :: I forget your hearing is almost as good as mine. No, I was just reflecting on the history of this ship... and the future of this ship, and then the future history of this ship... :: shakes head :: Damned time travel. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Walking among the stacks of crates, she scanned each in turn and sent them whizzing off to their destinations. Most went to engineering, but there were several for science and a few for medical.:: Hakran K'hal: :: as Thalov trails off :: Hmm... a slingshotted slingshot. I bet Commander Hawthorne would just love that idea. Maryse Dubois: ::Laughs:: Just a part of the job, I guess. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  19. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/9/19 =/\= 20 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.141 TBS was 24 hours. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The command crew of Aegean has been cleared for LIGHT duty. Reports to Commander Coleridge should be in. Test samples from the star are in the science lab. Those entering the lab must be geared up for radiation. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC, in her office::: Chirakis: ::the door is open::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay, sipping a cup of tea:: mimipavilion: ::in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, Aux OPS::: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is still in his quarters, eating with Annisha :: Chirakis: ::sends a quick message to SF Command:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins assigning samples to various research tasks:: Chirakis: ::blanks the screen, exits her office and goes straight to the coffee::: Annisha: Father, au have been quiet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Ie. Decompressing from a mission can take some time...but the backlog of station issues weighs on me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking into the CnC, coffee in hand :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene::: Great to have everyone back home, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::feels recharged after taking yesterday off and spending the day with Alexis:: Jylliene: ::the scent of coffee begins to fill the CnC:: Jylliene: It is. ::smiles in agreement to Jackson:: Chirakis: :::spots Cayne:: Commander... when you have a moment. ::points her cup toward her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the assigning.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain... :: heads towards her office :: Jylliene: As close to calm normalcy as we get, I think. Tarisa: ::Enters Life Sciences. Walks over to Dran.:: I am glad to see you are doing well. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, still taking it slowly today:: Dacia Sandero: ::had already submitted her reports in :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you. Chirakis: :::settles behind her desk, the door closes behind Cayne and she regards him a bit before asking::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters her office :: Morning. Tarisa: ::Tail swishes as she becomes curious.:: How are your projects? Chirakis: ::nod::: One word, Commander. Drakel'a. Tae'Lynn Dran: Just getting started actually. Tae'Lynn Dran: We managed to expose a number of samples to both the radiation and damping pulse. Jylliene: Annisha definitely seemed more settled last night with her father home. Understandably. Chirakis: Tell me all you know. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Oh? Did you have good results? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinks :: Great, can't say I miss it. Chirakis: ::rocks back, relaxing in her chair::: I'm sure you don't. Tae'Lynn Dran: I would say so. I answered my main question and came up with about 5 or 6 new questions. About as good as it gets for a scientist. Jylliene: ((Yup, that's pretty much how it works.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are we visiting again? Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: I would be worried otherwise. Fletcher Jackson: Can't imagine what that would be like, wondering where your father is. Glad she's relaxing. Chirakis: Somehow, Commander, I don't believe that would be a good move. :::taps her desk and two images of the inhabited area show::: Annisha: :: Eats :: Jylliene: ::nods:: Tarisa: You will be happy to know I did speak to Captain Chirakis about your concerns after you left for the mission. She understood the situation. Chirakis: ::swivels her chair:: On the left is Drakel'a when you left. On the right is the planet as it is now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, perhaps I can arrange a visit today. Annisha: Visit? Tae'Lynn Dran: I do appreciate that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's quite a jump in activity. :: Looks :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: When you are ready, you can present your findings to her, and anything you wish to be locked down. Dacia Sandero: ::trying to take it easy today only doing light work for now, though she does want to assess Alexis and Miana later today and see if they're fully healed from their injuries:: Scott Coleridge: ::doing a light workout, trying to get himself back into the headspace appropriate for managing the station instead of dealing with a crisis:: Chirakis: As you can see, there are new buildings, a large space port, and Starships.... more than one can count. Tae'Lynn Dran: Right now my focus is on how the pulse was eliminated the radiation. This could completely change decon methods. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hold on. +Jy+ Nijil here, is the CnC busy? I was wondering if a little person could get a tour, if nothing so I don't have to keep answering questions. Dacia Sandero: Maybe I'll have to pull them out of school later. ::makes a note to herself:: Chirakis: Do you recognize any of the ships? Fletcher Jackson: ::grins::: (w) Not much going on, ma'am. Jylliene: ::looks around, nods to Jackson:: +Nijil+ Not busy at the moment, no. She may certainly come have a peek. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They look like something I've seen before, but I don't know the owners. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ On our way. Annisha: :: Jumps up and down a bit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up and heads for the door, Annisha in hand :: Tarisa: I see. That could be quite useful. Chirakis: Nor do we. Several operatives are taking a look. Nothing yet, but it seems that they are a major base for the Alien Alliance. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both he and Annisha enter the lift :: CnC deck Chirakis: If something comes up, I will be asking you even more questions, Commander. ::blanks the screen:: If anything comes to mind, let me know. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I can look at some ship records if that will help. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his workout and downs some water before hitting the sonic shower:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lift moves :: Chirakis: Of course. And in the meantime, relax and enjoy the quiet for a while. Tae'Lynn Dran: Control samples are under surveillance. Best to know if there are any adverse effects that might crop up later. Alexis McFarland: ::would be kind of jealous if she were awake:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like that will last.... :: lifts up his cup and turns to the door :: Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Quiet seldom lasts. Tae'Lynn Dran: Then we'll expose set 1 to various levels of additional radiation to see if there's any continued protection. Chirakis: ::exits with Cayne::: mimipavilion: ::sighs at the reports she's going over:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives at the CnC deck with Annisha in hand :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Depending on those results I may alter some of the further testing. Chirakis: ::hoping the doctor has rested as ordered::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Anything you think we should also be looking for? Annisha: :: The door opens, the smallest on the deck Rihan looks all about, taking it all in :: Chirakis: ::she turns to see Annisha and Nijil enter::: Do I see my future captain? Scott Coleridge: ::gets dressed in a fresh uniform and leaves his quarters:: Annisha: Empress... Tarisa: I think you have it well covered. If you need anything further, please let me know. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nudges Annisha :: Chirakis: ::stops::: Oh. It's an empress now? Tae'Lynn Dran: I will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au have been playing Galactic Risk too much. Chirakis: And what would her name be? Empress....? Jylliene: ::grins:: Chirakis: ::surprisingly relaxed::: Annisha: Good followers are hard to find. :: Leading her father on their tour :: Tarisa: I still have to look over what sensor logs exist from the Aegean and Regulus. Tae'Lynn Dran: With the power issues I'm afraid they're not as complete as we'd hoped. I did download all tricorder data. Tarisa: That should help some. Annisha: :: Turns to her father :: Where's engineering? :: Looks :: mimipavilion: ::hates taking a day off, just means several piles of PADDs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Points :: There Jylliene: ::watches them:: Annisha: :: Waves then salutes at her mom :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Stares down the little on :: Chirakis: (important phone call - afk) Scott Coleridge: ((This is our chance! Implement the plan!)) Scott Coleridge: ::er, I mean, taking the TL to the CnC and definitely not fomenting an uprising:: Annisha: :: Goes up to Cayne :: I'm not afraid of au. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks down at her :: I know., Annisha: Au stare at this all day? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not all day, but enough. Annisha: :: Looks at his display :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What do you see? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the timetables:: Alexis McFarland: (numbers!) Annisha: Dead people. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Jylliene: ::glances at Annisha:: Annisha: Na, I see Aegis in the middle of this big thing. :: points :: There's where the ships are fixed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::rather pleased:: This should work nicely. Tarisa: ::Smiles as she starts to head for the exit.:: I will let you get to it. I can not wait to see results. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to the department status board to see what ever projects are underway:: Scott Coleridge: ::enter the CnC:: Annisha: Looks like my game.. the one where my father is losing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stands behind here :: I am not. I still control Earth, Andor and Vulcan. Annisha: Not for long old man. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Cayne :: Au want a little girl? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: puts up his hands :: I will have to decline. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::opens her journal and updates :: Scott Coleridge: ::sees the situation on the CnC and chuckles:: Tarisa: ::Takes a TL.:: Chirakis: ::turns as Scott enters::: Welcome back, Commander. Chirakis: ::watching him carefully::: Chirakis: Yes, we have a budding captain, Empress, and several other things. Annisha: Are au looking for something :: thinks :: Commander? Scott Coleridge: Thank you. Scott Coleridge: ::Annisha:: I live only to serve, Empress. Jylliene: ::Figures it's good to have goals, just tends to wonder about Annisha's sometimes:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC.:: Annisha: :: looks :: There may be hope for au yet. Annisha: Au should have the computer do it for au. I have the replicator do it for me all of the time. Tarisa: ::Notices a visitor.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a station and begins typing reports to the other science departments:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jyl:: Fresh coffee, ma'am? Jylliene: That'd be appreciated, thank you. Scott Coleridge: Yes, but even replicators need people to fix them when they break down. Fletcher Jackson: :::takes his mug in hand::: Yes, ma'am. ::takes her mug as well::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll get right on it. Fletcher Jackson: ::returns with her mug and her favorite donut and sets it next to her console::: Enjoy, ma'am. ::coffee, no donut:: Annisha: :: Goes up to mom, strike that, Commander Kital :: So... :: looks up at her :: Jylliene: Thank you ::grins to Jackson:: Jylliene: Yes? ::to Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she walks over to her station.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::resumes his traffic cop duty::: Annisha: :: to Jy :: How far can this thing talk to people? Jylliene: This far.. ::pulls up a map on the display, indicates the general radius of communications:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Chirakis:: I'm guessing you've already reviewed my report. Scott Coleridge: ::has long theorized Chirakis is actually 3 clones who trade off sleep:: Chirakis: I have, Commander. Very interesting information regarding the star. Chirakis: ::has actually slept this time::: Annisha: Pulsars... ever think of them? mimipavilion: ::to herself:: Finally!! Jylliene: What about them? mimipavilion: ::is glad to be done with the reports:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Lieutenant Dran asked me if I would consider the mission a "success" despite what happened, and I pointed out that we had gathered plenty of data, even if we hadn't intended to do it this way. Alexis McFarland: (quasars!) Annisha: I have been learning about them in science class. Maybe... hmm. Jylliene: ::a bit concerned:: Chirakis: Commander...I would call it a success that you all returned. Chirakis: The data is important, of course. You and your crew are much more important. Scott Coleridge: I agree. Annisha: I could call home, my former home, but with a delay. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/9/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Very relaxing. Another day, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Maybe a bit more than that Scott Coleridge: So it's not 8 am Chirakis: So, a day and a half? Noon? Scott Coleridge: I think that would work Chirakis: Very well. Noon of the next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew or from the crew? Chirakis: seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 9 August 2019 20 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.141 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean and Regulus docked. Those aboard have been cleared for duty. Regulus has returned to Starfleet Security Base. The crew of Aegean have been commanded to rest for at least 24 hours, and more if needed to recuperate. Test samples from Aegean’s science lab are secure in a restricted area of the science lab to guard against radiation poisoning. Those entering the lab must be geared up against radiation. Our gremlin still prefers chocolate.
  21. Unsung Heroes Dr. Pavilion nodded and stepped a bit closer. “You get some rest as well, and that’s not a request.” “Yes, ma’am,” said the captain with a slight grin. ~Aegis chat 2 August 2019 It was a mutual agreement. The doctor was just as worn as she, and yet she ordered the captain to retire to quarters. The captain could have easily ordered the doctor to do the same, but she did not. In essence, each could order the other off duty, hence the smile and, "Yes, ma'am." It is generally understood that the chain of command aboard a ship, on a space station, or on any starbase ends with a captain, an admiral, or any officer who has been given the task of directing a crew. This is not necessarily true. Case in point, although Captain Chirakis is commanding officer of Sky Harbor Aegis, Aegis’s chain of command does not stop with her. One higher than she is often overlooked, and that is the station’s Chief Medical Officer, Dr Pavilion. At any time, with the concurrence of another command rank officer, Dr Pavilion could declare the captain unfit for command and remove her from that position. With that in mind, Kirel often spotted the doctor in stealth mode—worthy of an SI-5 operative. The doctor would enter CnC, step to the side to watch or log onto a free console—similar to hers in the medical complex—and begin to work. Stealth mode. On this particular day, however, Kirel's blank stare at the tactical view screen verified her exhaustion and drew Dr Pavilion’s attention. Aegean and Regulus would arrive sometime within the next 24 hours. At the doctor's orders, she left believing that she would only rest. Instead, she fell into a deep sleep. In full uniform. Only to awake fourteen hours later. * * * * * Having heard that Aegean was about to dock, Captain Chirakis stepped out of the command lift at the quarantine level. A young security officer stepped next to her, SOP in such matters. At his request, Ltjg Yorkowski had just transferred from Starfleet Operations to Aegis. As soon as he was available, Kirel tapped him for her security details. A third degree black belt Karate master did not belong behind a desk. Within the quarantine area, a prominent medical officer wandered among her assistants, checking and rechecking equipment. “How long has Dr Pavilion been here, Lieutenant?” the captain queried as she watched. “She arrived shortly after oh five hundred, Captain.” “Have you any idea why she came early?” “Well, ma’am, she’s been walking through, checking everything, counting suits, checking scanners, verifying codes, examining contamination suits, shifting equipment, checking the radius of the quarantine, readjusting just about everything. She’s pretty damn meticulous, ma’am.” Nodding slowly, she verified, “Indeed she is, Lieutenant. Since five hundred?” “Yes, ma’am.” Half an hour later, the crew of Aegean began to exit via the docking port and wander wearily toward the decontamination area. The injured exited first. Some walked. Aegis’s medical personnel approached others who needed assistance. Some stumbled, exhausted from the battle against what was now known as the rogue star. Some were carried off. Most had radiation contamination, many were disoriented, and a few had a look of disbelief that they had returned alive. Kirel was all too familiar with their facial expressions. What it would have been like to be burned in the gravity well of a star? Would it have been a slow, agonizing death? Would it have been a quick snap? Would the radiation have gotten to them before they even felt the heat? Dr. Sandero paused just outside the ship to page through her tablet, checking and rechecking her patients, making sure that all were accounted for. Her blonde hair, normally twisted into an impeccable bun for duty, was somewhat frazzled. Her face, so often admired by passersby, was pale and worn, and yet she pressed on, constantly watching for the slightest sign of crisis. Though her exhaustion showed, she did not allow it to keep her from her duty. As commanding officer of Aegean, Commander Coleridge exited last. No doubt he had walked through Aegean to assure that no one had been left behind. His exhaustion showed as he approached the senior officers and presented himself as though it were an ordinary day. “File your reports by the end of the day,” he said, “but then I want you taking at least a day off before you go back on duty.” From there, they were transported to the medical complex to be washed and given new uniforms. As soon as Kirel received notice that all were well and accounted for, she relaxed, but only a little. The crew returning was a different crew than the one that had left a few days ago.
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1040, STARDATE 51908.05 = /\ = 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. However, before the festivities begin, Matt, Keb, Gila, Callista and Annika must endure a "get to know you dinner" with Mork at his estate. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1040, STARDATE 51908.05 = /\ = 190805.log
  23. SD 0804.2019 Excalibur, lost in the year ~2282~ 2338, finds itself once again looking for solutions. Their luck seems to have changed, a bit, as the USS Enterprise C has arrived in Sarras, apparently having detected the unusual chroniton signature of the Excalibur falling out of the slipstream. Commander Hawthorne has been a tyrannical martinet about protocol, while Captain Swain has concluded a meeting with the Enterprise command staff. Supplies from the E-C are starting to arrive, as are repair and relief crews. Science has yet to be allowed to talk to their counter parts, but a meeting has been arranged in the mess hall of relevant science staff from both ships.
  24. MISSION BRIEF: As If the GM had watched a certain episode of TNG recently, the USS Enterprise-C under Captain Rachel Garrett has arrived at Sarras and has offered assistance. Meanwhile, dire straits for Team Mincine as their version of the science officer is in rough shape in medical. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, waiting for Miranda to arrive. He expected she would be rather cross with him for just inviting their new buddies over for tea.:: William Chocox: ::Is working on keeping the ship together:: Rhan K'hal: :: still at his station, compiling shopping lists and then trimming off anything the Enterprise wouldn't have for another 40 years :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is still in rough shape down in the isolation room in sick bay. There's a cool fade to Red Irene laying in the same position on a bed in some guest quarters nearby. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::' Cptn Swain: Issaha> So, let's get to work on simulation that transphasic scan. If my hunch is right, maybe oue next lunch won't be these awful starfleet rations. Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on Blue Irene after her intense treatment.:: Hakran K'hal: :: rings the chime to Red Irene's guest room :: Hakran K'hal: Issaha's New Pets> :: get to work after rolling their eyes at one another :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue: The radiation was successfully purged. Now what's left to address is the lingering effect from all that radiation, which presumably would be Very Bad for her. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge searching for Swain, rather cross at him for inviting yet another group of Starfleet officers over for tea. He obviously had no respect for the preservation of their timeline.:: Rhan K'hal: :: reaches out and hands Miranda a cup of her usual as she walks by :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Commander. Maryse Dubois: ::Goes into the room, tapping something on Irene's bio bed, unsure if she is awake or not.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red pops up from the bed and answers the door. She tries to suppress her initial shock at seeing Hakran there, more or less successfully. :: "Oh, um, lieutenant. What brings you?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Mutters :: two Irenes... Irene Mincine: :: Blue's awake but quite listless. :: "Yeah?" :: She says weakly, barely opening her eyes. :: Hakran K'hal: Thought I'd see how you were faring., other than going stir crazy, if you're anything like the Irene I'm used to. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Gives Rhan a nod of thanks, feeling a bit drained. She sighed as she took her usual seat.:: Captain. Who are we expecting this time? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Wonders if Miranda will finally deck Swain. He wouldn't blame her.:: Cptn Swain: No one I am tangentially related to! Cptn Swain: ::Pauses biting his lip:: As far as I know anyway. Irene Mincine: Red> "Oh. I'm doing okay... I guess..." :: Red looks down at the floor. :: "I'm happy to be out of that sick bay. And it's nice to see you again... well, one of you..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, that's something at least. ::She grumbled as she took a sip of her drink.:: Maryse Dubois: Hey Irene. I would ask how you are feeling...but I can pretty much picture it. ::Still playing with the bed.:: The good news is I can fix it. I'm going to be setting up an IV for you to get your some much needed nutrients. Then a bit of a hypo treatment, followed up by some regeneration if need be. Cptn Swain: Rhan can you bring up our visitors on the view screen? Hakran K'hal: That's the multiverse for you. Never know when the dead are going to rise in a different colored shirt. :: pauses a beat :: Am I in a different colored shirt, or am I a nerd in any universe? Rhan K'hal: One second, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to fix the over rotation of the exterior visible spectrum sensors, and POP goes the Enterprise :: Irene Mincine: :: Red grins at that one. :: "No, we were both command. You were at tactical and I was at the helm." Cptn Swain: ::Motions:: I give you, our new best friends. Irene Mincine: :: Blue looks nonplussed. :: "I hate IVs... it's better than the alternative, I guess." :: She stares up at the ceiling. :: "I was sure I was going to ride that barge all the way to Gre'thor." Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Rhan is going to laugh his ass off at the thought of me shooting torpedoes. I'm going to for that matter. Though I suppose you probably feel the same way about being a biologist in this universe. Cptn Swain: ::Runs his hand through his hair, wearing a different hairstyle this week, despite it happening right after last week.:: Irene Mincine: "I actually don't know anything about the me in this universe. The way they were talking about her, it seemed like she was going to drop dead right then and there." :: She got some of her favorite Aldebaran whiskey from the replicator. :: "Yuck. I had a whole bottle in my quarters back home." Maryse Dubois: Someday you will. ::Setting up the IV tower into the biobed.:: But today isn't that day. ::Gently takes Irene's arm, then sticks the IV line into her. Once set, she activates it.:: You may get a bit of a chilling sensation at first, but it will pass. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her nostrils flared and she squinted.:: That's the Enterprise. Hakran K'hal: She's a fighter, and stubborn as hell. So is the doctor. I'm rather counting on her getting well enough so you can meet yourselves. William Chocox: ::looks over the latest reports:: I feel like every step forward I take we take two steps back. Rhan K'hal: And no shooting Romulans. Yet. Gotta remember to not mention that. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I was glad I showered before they showed up. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::feels a disturbance in the force:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise-C? ::Her hand curled into a fist.:: You invited Captain Rachel Garrett over for tea?! Rhan K'hal: :: holds back a snicker with great force of will :: Cptn Swain: I mean, I suppose we could do coffee, But you know I prefer tea. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::makes a face to try and hide his amusement:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue laughed, figuring that not everyone knows the difference between the two Klingon afterlives. :: "Yeah, you're right about that. Someday I will go straight to Klingon Hell, for screwing up this badly." :: She grimaced when Maryse put the IV in. :: "I hate that part." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She balked.:: What in the hell were you thinking? ::Her hand covered half her face as she groaned, taking stock.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red nodded. :: "If she's anything like me, she'll be fighting to get out of sick bay even if all her limbs fall off and she turns into a pineapple." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm escorting her personally and no one is to speak with her... about anything. Cptn Swain: ::Under normal circumstances he may have issued a mildly corrective for openly questioning him in front of the bridge staff, but he supposed that given their history and the situation she deserved some slack.:: It's not as if we exactly had many options. Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Sounds about right. :: leans against the arm of the couch :: So, if you don't mind me asking, how did I die? Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow, maybe a little too much slack:: Commander, I think we should continue this in my ready room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, that's probably best. ::She rose stiffly, forcing herself to relax.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red nearly choked on her third glass of vile replicated booze. :: "You really want to know that? That's not the kind of thing people ask!" Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she sits next to Irene for a while.:: Now now. I'll not have an honorable person like yourself talking about going to Hell. It's nothing but Sto'Vo'Kor for you. Got it? I'll come yell at the ferry man myself if I have to. ::Checks vitals as the IV does it's work.:: Cptn Swain: ::Motions for her to lead the way:: Hakran K'hal: I'm a scientist in this universe. I like to know things. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::glances wide-eyed towards Rhan:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks in on Blue Irene :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as Indaura pokes her head in.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stalked into his ready room, pacing the floor as she waited for the door to close behind him.:: Cptn Swain: ::He made his way in, girding himself:: Irene Mincine: "Do you know how it feels to have a machine powered by your own blood end up destroying half the ship, stranding you in the past, and nearly killing everyone in Engineering?" :: Blue was very agitated now. The IV was improving her vitals but her emotional state might not be helping. :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back at Augustin, smirks :: He must've had a helluva vacation before we started this mission, he's been really chill, all things considered. And she'll need a helluva vacation after this, where-slash-whenever we are. Cptn Swain: (( I mean who hasn't done that at least once. )) Indaura Ryssan: I can't say that I know that feeling. William Chocox: ((I would say me, but I did blow up half the ship.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Didn't Tandy do that, too?)) Cptn Swain: Augustin> Don't we all. Cptn Swain: ::The doors slid shut behind him:: Rhan K'hal: :: gets the compiled list, such as it is, put together :: Well hell, now what do I do with it? I can't give her a 2370s padd. Irene Mincine: :: Red sighed. :: "We were attacked on a diplomatic mission... they beamed marines onto the bridge before we got the shields up..." :: She trailed off, turning beet red and starting to uncharacteristically tear up. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You're walking a very thin line, Captain. ::She wasn't yelling, which was a good thing, but she was obviously extremely agitated.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could replicate some paper. Maryse Dubois: ((Well he did have an entire ship in his head.)) Cptn Swain: ::He tipped his head:: True, but it's my line to walk. Cptn Swain: (( Tandy once got several us kidnapped by a Scorpiad fighter he bought as an egg at some planet's market, too. )) Rhan K'hal: She'd need to bring an AT to carry it, it'd be like printing the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition in 10 cm tall letters. William Chocox: ((I miss Tandy.)) Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could replicate some old iso chips. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't think you're giving enough weight to the decisions you're making. This woman... you know who she is and what happens to her. You KNOW how important she is to the timeline! Rhan K'hal: :: runs a paw through his mane :: That'd probably be the best option, they haven't changed that much. Cptn Swain: I don't have any intention of telling her about the future. Hakran K'hal: Well, good to know I died unexpectedly while on a mission of peace. Cptn Swain: But I didn't exactly have many options, now did I? It's not like I could just make up some yarn about us being some freighter or something and just uh leave us alone and we'll figure it out? Maryse Dubois: ::Administers a dose of medication into the IV when the time came.:: You know the success rate was not 100% so stop placing blame on yourself. I need you to relax. Rhan K'hal: :: starts tapping at his console :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Writing things in her padd :: Cptn Swain: And besides, we've already altered the timeline. There may be a way to fix that, but certainly not without help. Cptn Swain: At this rate, without help, I don't think we could even think about just getting back to our own timeline. Rhan K'hal: :: heads over to the replicator, waits while the ailing computer restarts it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You might not have any intention of telling her, but someone else might let something slip. She's a legend. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what if she asks about her own future? What will you tell her? Cptn Swain: That she knows I can't tell her that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: But it probably won't stop her from asking. Irene Mincine: :: Red blurted out, :: "You saved my life. That was always you. Selfless. And it cost you..." Rhan K'hal: :: finally the replicator spools up and spits out an oozing pool of what should be an isolinear chip :: CRAP. Cptn Swain: ::He lifted a brow:: And you don't trust me not tell her? Hakran K'hal: You'd do the same for me. In either universe. Rhan K'hal: :: tries again :: Cptn Swain: ::He headed over to the small bar. It was completely a mess, but he managed to find two glasses and an undamaged bottle of something purple and viscous:: Perellian Cordial. ::He said making his way back to her:: Corizon's apparently. Irene Mincine: :: Blue certainly wasn't calming down. :: "It was such a ridiculous plan! I could have killed everyone. I.. I should be dead... I..." :: Well, maybe the medication was making her calm down. :: Rhan K'hal: :: gets the same result, uses a rather inventive stream of insults aimed at the replicator unit :: Rhan K'hal: I swear if we make it back to our timeline I'm asking for a new bridge module. If not a whole new ship, the way things are going. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the drink with a dubious look, quirking a brow.:: I trust you not to tell her, but I don't trust her not to press. Not you, of course, but if she's given access to the crew... Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could ask her to bring you one. Irene Mincine: :: Red smiles faintly, through her tears. :: "I'd do it for you in a second." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or our databanks! Cptn Swain: I trust the crew. ::He said taking a sip. It was a little sweet for him, but it had a solid finish:: Cptn Swain: But if makes you feel better. I can tell her our transporters are down and that I'll come over by shuttle. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to Engineering, need a quick favor. I need 10, mid-2300 isolinear chips replicated and the ones up here are... not fit for recreating fertilizer for a Tellarite potato farm. Cptn Swain: ::He smirked:: Probably not far from the truth. Indaura Ryssan: :: Thinking they both, Blue and Red, just need a good rest :: Maryse Dubois: Do you want to know something? :;Sighs.:: I ran the numbers for the slingshot jump. ::Paused::: It wasn't going to work. And I mean at all. We wouldn't even be having this talk. Yes your idea didn't quite get us home, but we're still alive to try again. Thanks to you. William Chocox: +Rhan+ I...I'll see what I can do sir. We've maybe got one that's functioning properly. I'll get them up there as soon as possible. Hakran K'hal: Well, I didn't mean to make you sad. You've already got enough to deal with. I know the Commander wants you stuffed out of the way, and we're not exactly in great shape, but if you need anything, let me know. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Thank buddy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It would make me feel better to meet on her ship where there's less chance of an... incident, but I'd have to protest you going over there yourself. Rhan K'hal: (( thanks even - though if you want to thank some NPC named buddy, you can do that too )) Cptn Swain: We can shuttle the supplies back and forth. Would give the fighter pilots something to do anyway. I am sure they're getting antsy. Rhan K'hal: (( I pity any children Miranda may have - they're going to be locked in a dungeon as soon as they're capable of walking )) Irene Mincine: :: The combination of Maryse's reassurances and the medication was calming Blue down. :: "Yeah, I'm sure you're right... we'll find a way to get us home. I just..." :: Irene gurgled. :: "...urgh. Your medicine's making me sick. It feels so weird going into me like that!" Irene Mincine: :: Red nodded. :: "Thank you. I know I don't belong here, but... you made me feel welcome." Cptn Swain: Augustin> Should we check to see if she's killed him yet? Rhan K'hal: :: throws the now solidified failures into a pile of other debris that hasn't been cleaned up yet :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Sorry. It's safer this way. Rhan K'hal: Nah. She's too busy fixing the ship to want to take command. She'll kill him later. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Supplies, fine, but not you. I'll go speak with her. I'm the most qualified to lay out the physical needs of the ship. Irene Mincine: "Seems kinda... archaic." :: Blue looked at the big-ass needle and tube sticking out of her arm. :: Hakran K'hal: :: gives Red Irene's shoulder a squeeze :: Okay, I have a blue-uniformed Irene to check on. It's hard enough keeping up with one of you. :: smirks and heads for the door :: Cptn Swain: ::He tensed:: And the least qualified to explain how we got here. Let alone what we'll need to do to get back. ::He paused:: Why don't we both go. Irene Mincine: :: Red smiles faintly and walks him to the door. :: "It was great to see you again." Maryse Dubois: Maybe it'll help by not looking at it. Hakran K'hal: We are trying to figure out how to get everyone, including you, where and when they belong. So just hang in there. :: exits Red's room and heads for the lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stared at him flatly.:: Leaving the ship without a Captain or Commander? ::She threw up her hands.:: Why not? No one is going to protest, will they? Irene Mincine: "I can feel it! That doesn't help!" :: Blue frowns! :: "Better than Gre'thor, I guess." Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a lift, heads to sickbay once again :: Cptn Swain: I am trying to... I am trying to work with you Miranda. Irene Mincine: :: Red sighs and returns to her fake booze. Even if it tasted terrible, it was at least a taste of home. :: Maryse Dubois: Well maybe reading will help take your mind off things. ::Hands her a PADD.:: Cptn Swain: Look, I know things haven't been easy between us lately. And that's not your fault, but we can't go on like this. Not while the ship is in crisis. Hakran K'hal: :: walks into sickbay and heads over to Irene's room, gives the door jamb a rap with a knuckle :: Cptn Swain: The way I see it, our primary concern is getting this crew home. I am not unaware of my responsibilities as a Starfleet captain. Hell I almost marooned us in the last time period on those concerns. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks, waving Hakran in.:: And look at that. More visitors. Hakran K'hal: :: comes in, looks Blue over :: You look like hell, but at least you're not in it. Cptn Swain: The crew needs to know we're on the same page. We can't let ::he motioned to them:: our troubles make them think there's a crises in the ready room too. Indaura Ryssan: :: Turns her head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed and downed the entirety of the drink he'd given her, wincing at the burn. The glass thunked against his desk as she sat it down firmly.:: No, we can't. I'm trying hard to learn to trust you again. After what you did... it's been difficult for me to do that. Cptn Swain: :He nodded:: And I am trying to be respectful of that, because lord knows I don't really deserve a second chance from you. Irene Mincine: "I suppose." :: She glances at the padd, then puts it down on her chest when Hak comes over. :: "Sir! Please excuse my, uh, state of dress." :: Since this was a decontamination room, she was covered by two tiny pieces of fabric that barely covered her groin and chest. At least we know this was Blue and not Red because of her big bat'leth scar and array of tattoos. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I know you have the crew's best interest in mind, but you haven't had the best track record lately. So when I see you taking unnecessary risks... ::She shook her head.:: Hakran K'hal: Oh for crying out loud, Irene, you're in sickbay getting yourself put back together. I can hardly blame you for being a bit skimpy. Just don't show up in the science labs like that, you'd make even Semek's Vulcan head turn. Cptn Swain: And I appreciate your perspective, you know that. But we can't have a repeart of what happened on the bridge. Cptn Swain: You know how gossipy the bridge staff is -- by this evening we'll have reportedly had fisticuffs or a Vulcan wrestling match on the bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Then maybe you should start including me in your risky decisions. How about that for compromise? Irene Mincine: :: Irene calmed down. :: "Well, you startled me, that's all. It's different when doctors see me half-naked than superior officers." Cptn Swain: I didn't exactly have time to ask you when the Enterprise hailed us, but fair enough. Cptn Swain: I will do a better job of including you in my decisions. So, here's your first one. We almost certainly can't get back to our time period without the help of the Enterprise. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in agreement.:: Agreed. Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Cptn Swain: Our engineering teams are swamped, and medical hasn't stopped since we got lost in this infernal paradox. William Chocox: ::goes to the replicator:: +Rhan+ I think I've got what you need sir. Hakran K'hal: I do the department's paperwork, Irene, it's not like I'm a Fleet Admiral. Anyway, I hope you haven't been beating yourself up, figuratively since you're not up to doing it physically yet, about what happened. I pushed to use you as hard as you pushed to keep up. Cptn Swain: To say nothing of the science teams and operations folks. Cptn Swain: The repairs might go faster with some help from her crew, but obviously there's some risks there. Cptn Swain: And our science people will need to work with hers closely. Cptn Swain: And we're going to have to share some of our, specifications. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "I've felt terrible about it. Dr. Dubois's been talking me through it, though." Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Great. I can have someone swing by, I have people all over the place. Unless you need to take a leisurely walk while contemplating your next repair. I wouldn't want to deny you thinking time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned, but begrudgingly agreed.:: All that is fine, but we still need to take precautions. Briefings for the crew and such. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No overt access to our systems. This isn't going to be just a supply transfer. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles over at Maryse :: She's the best. Of course she's had plenty of practice doing in the insane and experimental, being on this ship for so long. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: William Chocox: +Rhan+ I...uh...I should...Commander Hawthorne would probably want me to wander up there. Irene Mincine: "She's put me back together so many times..." :: By now the medication had given her a glassy and totally out of it look, like she just drank a whole bottle of Benadryl. :: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Of course. :: the smirk quite audible :: Cptn Swain: ::he nodded:: Agreed. Why don't you start on protocols, I'll head over and tell her only what she needs to know. Cptn Swain: I don't get the sense she entirely trusts us. Hakran K'hal: :: looks back to Irene :: Good, you have a nice nap now, and I'll try to science our way out of this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I wouldn't ether, frankly. ::She turned for the door.:: Remember what I said about risks... Irene Mincine: "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm..." :: She conked right out. :: Cptn Swain: Can we agree to that? William Chocox: ::starts to wander up to the Bridge:: Cptn Swain: (( sorry to run late but want to wrap this section up)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sir. ::She nodded.:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps out of Irene's room to let her sleep :: Doctors, I'm grateful for your efforts. Cptn Swain: ::he sighed at the sir, but he understood:: Very well. I'll tell Rhan to inform Enterprise of the change in travel plans. Maryse Dubois: ::To Hakran.:: She's been through the worst of it. It's just a matter of getting her body back up to strength. Cptn Swain: And when we get home, you can feel free to deck me again if you still want to. Deal? Hakran K'hal: Don't be afraid to sit on her if she tries to come back to work before she's ready. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She laughed.:: If I still want to? Sure. Deal. Cptn Swain: ..and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1040, STARDATE 51908.05 = /\ = 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. However, before the festivities begin, Matt, Keb, Gila, Callista and Annika must endure a "get to know you dinner" with Mork at his estate. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1040, STARDATE 51908.05 = /\ =
  26. Happy anniversary STSF! We may not be as large as we once were but we're still moving. Here's hoping we'll continue to live long and prosper.
  27. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/2/19 - 10:06 PM=/\= 19 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.140 TBS was 2 days. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean and Regulus are about to dock. Their docking bays are off limits. The crews are under quarantine until released by Dr Pavilion. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. ==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops, early, because she knew the AT was due back:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::In Aegean science lab, securing test samples for transport to Aegis:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the Aegean, tidying up sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Aux OPS::: Jylliene: ::has sent docking permissions, etc:: mimipavilion: ::in medical ready for the Aegean and Regulus and in her suit:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Aegean and Regulus are about to dock, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: @::Aegean bridge, letting the crew handle docking:: Chirakis: % LtCdr Dayson> ::Regulus, preparing to dock after Aegean:: Chirakis: +Jyl+ Thank you, Commander. :::stands to exit her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::scanning the tracking tag of the last crate:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::exits the lab:: Chirakis: :::CnC, standing close to OPS, waiting for confirmation of their docking::: Alexis McFarland: ::is in her bed, fast asleep:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::enters the bridge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Still down in main engineering, accessing the damage :: mimipavilion: ::waiting for confirmation of docking for both ships:: Jylliene: ::waits for same:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Chirakis: ::Jyl:: I suppose I should remain here until they are cleared for duty :::more of a thought than a question::: Annisha: :: Yawns :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::hovering near the Ops station, watching docking procedures.:: Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Commander, Aegean is preparing to dock. Annisha: Mom? :: Does not realize she is gone :: Computer, what time is it?..,.. <Computer> The time is 0715 hours Dacia Sandero: ::Feels the ship slow and prepare to dock.. is glad to at least be back on the station:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::glances over towards Coleridge:: Do you think the Captain will be upset that we had to be rescued? Annisha: :: Grumbles in his chair :: Tarisa: ::Walks over to her station, greetings along the way. Turns.:: Yes Captain, I was informed by the Gamma shift science officer they were nearing port. Tarisa: Is there anything in particular you would like me to do? Jylliene: ::pulls up exterior views, watches the ships:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: I assume that there will be a great deal of information to work on as soon as Aegean's crew is cleared for duty. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: No. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Rubs his headache-ridden head :: Ugh... Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will look into their sensor logs once it is cleared. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Captain Chirakis doesn't often get "upset." If she gets upset, make sure you're already on shore leave. Chirakis: :::nods to Tarisa, then sighs:: Commander Kital, you have the con. I will be at the docking bay. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Noted, sir. Dacia Sandero: @ ::heads to the small office and takes a seat, after pouring herself a cup of tea:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::exits into the command lift:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Korjata here. I have the damage report and repair schedule at your convenience. Jylliene: ::monitors:: Fletcher Jackson: :::doing his thing::: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Thank you, Commander. Forward them to my inbox on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: @ ::looking over the medical reports on the patients that were treated before they were to be sent to sickbay on Aegis:: Tarisa: ::Looking to Jylliene:: Have they made contact at all? Is everyone alright? mimipavilion: ::gets bored and slightly annoyed, but leaves for the docking bay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Your full one or the overflow? Jylliene: Reports are that there have been no major casualties. mimipavilion: ::taking a tl to the docking bay:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Then you have a little one that should be excited. Dacia Sandero: ::also sending it to Coleridge's inbox as well:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Would you classify our mission as a success? Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ I'm... I'm getting to the full one. I've been away. Chirakis: ::exits and stands outside the quarantine radius:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Would be a shame if a core glitch deleted it sir. Korjata out. Jylliene: Once she's able to see him. I hear that they'll be in quarantine. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: We learned more about the star, and we came home alive. I don't think anyone expected it to happen this way, but that's sometimes how it goes when dealing with the unknown. mimipavilion: ::arrives at the docking bay and puts on her helmet and makes sure she has her tricorder as well:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I see. That will make some more anxious. ::Logs into her console.:: Please let me know when I will be able to access Aegean's sensor logs. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gathers his computer and small padd, gets ready to head to the station :: Chirakis: ::standing near the lift, arms crossed, waiting and very concerned about possible radiation poisoning:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Wonders what station time is. Relativistic travel always plays with ones sync :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Jylliene+ Jy, are au there? This is...is Nijil. Jylliene: +Nijil+I'm here. Welcome home. Alexis McFarland: ::Still sleeping but can now sense Dacia's presence, and feels better about that:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ From a science perceptive I am very happy with our findings. I think we have at least 3 papers worth of material with the first data sets alone. Scott Coleridge: @ Papers... I remember writing papers. Chirakis: ACTION> As the crew exits, Dr Pavilion scans them for radiation, then transports them to the medical complex to be washed and given new uniforms. Annisha: :: Gets dressed to the music of "Put on your Sunday Clothes" Scott Coleridge: ::drops his @ in the sterilizer:: mimipavilion: ::sees the crew starting to pile out and scans them:: Tarisa: ((One of my favorite musicals.)) Jylliene: ::exhales in relief with the confirmation of docking and disembarking:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::follows the others out of the ship:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Wals to the dock :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moving through the cleaning processes.:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows everyone out:: Chirakis: ::she watches as they exit::: Scott Coleridge: ::leaving the ship:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::having a dream about piloting a ship:: Tarisa: ::Getting a couple good scans of the Aegean and Regulus' exteriors.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think my first paper will be on the possible use of the pulse wave as a new radiation decon procedure. Chirakis: ACTION> Anything gathered that is not electronic is also checked for radiation. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: As he walks his @ flops off and clanks onto the floor :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I will just need to de-weaponize the tech. mimipavilion: ::besides the people, she scans so much stuff for radiation:: Scott Coleridge: ::shuffles through the line:: Dacia Sandero: ::Shuffles through as well:: Chirakis: ::keeping her distance, watching medical personnel work::: Scott Coleridge: ::spots Mimi:: Hello, Doctor. I hope we haven't made too much work for you. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Thanks. I am sleep-deprived and dehydrated. Jylliene: +Nijil+ So about normal, then. Jylliene: ::grins slightly:: Chirakis: ::even the security guards are in radiation gear::: mimipavilion: ::sees and hears Scott and just death glares him:: I should be lucky I'm not filling out death certificates. Dacia Sandero: ::overhears:: Well, that makes two of us. mimipavilion: ::smirks at Dacia's comment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ A fair observation. Chirakis: :::steps to the security officer of the watch:: I will be in CnC. Inform Dr Pavilion that I am available if needed. :::the Lt nods with a yes, ma'am::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking around to see if private spaces are set up to remove old uniforms or if this will be a more communal disrobing:: Dacia Sandero: ::heads to a privacy stall to change into a fresh new uniform:: Chirakis: ::exits the command lift at CnC::: Jylliene: ::looks over, nods to Chirakis:: Ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::been down this road before::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Where am I to go exactly? :: wandering around :: Chirakis: ::nods::: Commander Kital. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets her personal effects on a table for decon and then moves to change clothes:: Scott Coleridge: ::gets changed:: Fletcher Jackson: ::keeping ships well away from Aegean::: mimipavilion: ::points Nijil in the direction he needs to go:: Dacia Sandero: ::but not before she takes a sonic shower to remove any traces of radiation on her person:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Chirakis: ::a little more relaxed, but not completely::: Dacia Sandero: ::scans herself and once she is radiation free, changes into a new uniform:: Annisha: :: Now singing to a song from old old earth :: Jylliene: All is ... as well as is typical? Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waits in a line :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::adjusting her new uniform:: Scott Coleridge: ::waiting to be cleared:: mimipavilion: ::scanning, scanning, scanning:: Dacia Sandero: ::stands at the end of the decon area,also waiting to be cleared:: Chirakis: All is.... typical, I suppose Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: It seems that danger is the new norm. Alexis McFarland: ::Stretches in bed and yawns:: Chirakis: But then, I believe it always has been. Annisha: :: Picks up her tiny guitar :: mimipavilion: ::moves over to Dacia and scans her for any remnants of radiation:: Jylliene: It is good to acknowledge it. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking she gets back all her personal items:: Chirakis: ::wan smile::: Indeed. Aegis always seems to draw the short straw, as Terrans say. Annisha: :: Has her clothes on, heads out the door to her quarters to see her father :: mimipavilion: ::smiles at Dacia:: No radiation is left. You are clear. Annisha: :: Singing :: You're my satellite... Alexis McFarland: ::Grabs her chrono to check the time, and stays in bed:: Dacia Sandero: Great, thanks. ::smiles:: mimipavilion: ::moves to Scott and scans:: Jylliene: Might as well. We're used to it. Alexis McFarland: ::she then opens her messages to check her inbox:: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: You're cleared. Dacia Sandero: I'll send over my medical reports once I have some time to do so. Scott Coleridge: Thank you. mimipavilion: ::responds to Dacia:: Alright. Chirakis: ::steps to her console only to find that everyone in the galaxy wants a report:::: Annisha: :: Arrives just outside where the Aegean people are being probed :: mimipavilion: ::moves to Nijil:: Chirakis: ::blanks the console, deciding that is premature, as are most of command's demands::: Jylliene: There is an old story I hear tell of an oceanic life form that would jump out of a cooking vessel were it dropped into hot water, but would remain if the water were slowly brought up to cooking temperature. Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor... mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: You're cleared. Jylliene: Let's hope we're not sitting in gradually-increasing danger and not noticing. Alexis McFarland: ::She did get a message from her parents, saying that they should arrive in a little more than a week. Their furniture and other possessions should be arriving in a few days before them. Wonders where their new room will be. Hopefully near Miana's:: mimipavilion: ::moves to Tae'Lynn:: Chirakis: ::looks to Jyl::: Yes, let us hope. Nijil tr'Korjata: Thanks. Chirakis: :::knowing that there is an increasing danger, given the presence of Task forces visiting so often::: mimipavilion: ::Tae'Lynn:: You're cleared. Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you, doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Spies a young Rihan outside the examination area :: Scott Coleridge: ::the senior staff as they're being scanned:: File your reports by the end of the day, but then I want you taking at least a day off before you go back on duty. Dacia Sandero: ::to Scott:: Sure, that's fine with me. Tae'Lynn Dran: Understood, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Passes the threshold :: Annisha: Father! :: runs :: Alexis McFarland: ::Doesn't need to be at the Sickbay to reunite with Dacia. Being Betazoid has its perks:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the corridor outside:: mimipavilion: ::to the rest of the crew:: You are cleared. Chirakis: Rest of the Crew> ::sigh of relief::: mimipavilion: ::removes her helmet and breathes fresh air:: Chirakis: :::Jylliene::: Remind me to send Dr Pavilion a quantity of her favorite pastries. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches Annisha as she leaps into his arms, with some effort on his part. Kisses her on the forehead :: What are au doing here? Jylliene: ::makes a note:: Yes ma'am. mimipavilion: ::removes the rest of the suit and notifies the security team that they can remove theirs:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coleridge to Chirakis. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of the quarantine area, catching up with Alexis. Glad her parents are ahead of schedule. And inwardly, it'll be nice to have her quarters to herself again. It did feel a bit too cozy with the two of them all these months:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I need to make sure the samples make it to the lab or I'll never get any rest. Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Welcome back, Commander. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Thank you. The crew has cleared radiation protocols. I've ordered them to take at least a day off. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves away to intercept and escort the cargo::: mimipavilion: ::lets the sanitation team deal with the suits, just as a precaution:: Annisha: To see au silly. I worried au had gone and killed everyone. Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Well done, Commander. Yes, at least a day. And that applies to you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: hugs :: Thanks…. I am hungry, let’s get something to eat. mimipavilion: ::takes a tl to the CnC:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Agreed. I sent you a preliminary report as we docked. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC moments later:: Chirakis: +Coleridge+ I look forward to it. Chirakis: ::turns::: Dr. Pavilion. Jylliene: ::nods to Mimi as she enters:: Doctor. mimipavilion: Captain ::nods to Jylliene:: The crew is cleared of radiation. mimipavilion: Hazmat Sanitation team is cleaning up the area as we speak. Chirakis: Excellent. Thank you, Doctor. And you need some time off. I will notify your medical personnel that you will not be available until tomorrow. mimipavilion: ::nods, steps a bit closer:: you get some rest as well, and that's not a request. Chirakis: Yes, ma’am ::gives a slight grin:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/2/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very well... TBS will be 24 hours again. It will be 0700 the next day. Chirakis: Commander, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  28. Constance d'Aubigné glanced over to the co-pilot seat of the shuttlecraft Arion. Asher Swain fiddled pensively with the box of datachips Rhan had given to him before he left. Though she’d been on the Excalibur for almost two years, she’d had very little direct interaction with the man. Which was, she thought, rather strange given his reported attitude. Not that she entirely minded the absence of a personal relationship. In truth, she preferred a bit of distance between herself and those who reported to her. It just seemed cleaner. “On approach to the Enterprise,” she said, moving her hands over the console. “Clearance from flight ops to land.” “I’ve seen Ambassador-classes before,” he replied, looking out the window. “But I don’t think I ever thought I’d see this Ambassador-class.” “Alphy -- my brother -- served on the Mandela. I visited him a few times. They don’t make them like her anymore.” Asher nodded. The Arion continued her approach before touching down with near pinpoint accuracy. Constance smirked as Asher reminded her again of the protocols that Commander Hawthrone had insisted they followed. She was to stay on the shuttle and avoid unnecessary contact with the Enterprise crew until Asher was ready to return to Excalibur. Under no circumstances was she to allow them aboard her shuttle. “So you want me to space them or?” Asher frowned, but she gave him an apologetic reply and his mood lightened. He checked his uniform one last time before disembarking. Captain Rachael Garrett was waiting for him, attended on either side by her own executive officer Samir al-Halak and their chief science officer Tholav. Garrett wasn’t as tall as Asher had expected. She welcomed him aboard, and after the perfunctory introductions, suggested they adjourn to a nearby lounge. Tholav would join them, later, she said. al-Halak excused himself to return to the bridge to coordinate gathering the list of supplies from the Excalibur. The lounge was little bigger than Asher’s ready room, but it was well appointed and comfortable enough. Tea service was waiting. “Unless you’d prefer coffee,” she said, pouring hot water into a cup. “But I’ve never been much of a fan.” Grinning widely, he nodded. “Same actually.” “Well then, this is an Andorian blend. Thalov introduced me to it when we first met back on the Ghandi. It’s got a bit of a kick.” While they waited for their tea to steep, Asher settled in across from Garrett. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a sense of school-boy excitement to be aboard the Enterprise-C. Still, he also couldn’t help but to feel a profound sense of guilt knowing what fate would befall the woman making him tea in a few years when on sleepy Sunday afternoon, her ship responded to a distress call from the Klingon outpost on Narendra III. He forced a smile as she offered him milk. “So, I am guessing it is a rather interesting story about how your ship got here?” “Well, I am not sure my crew would call it that, but I suppose.” She smirked. “How are they are?” “We’ve been through a lot in the last few weeks, they’re tired but they’re good. I think every Captain thinks that, but they are.” Nodding she took a sip of tea, and motioned for him to continue. He explained that they’d been returning to starbase following a diplomatic mission in the sector and had received a distress call. The irony of their somewhat intertwined fates loomed ever present in his mind, but he continued. “That’s where things got weird.” “You said it was from a Kaedwani freighter?” He nodded. “Yeah, on the edge of Tamaran space. They said they were under attack, well as near as we could make out. It was pretty garbled. When we arrived, we were the first ones there -- at least from our perspective.” Rachel lifted a brow, but took a drink of tea instead of asking another question as Asher continued to unwind the events of the last few weeks. “We managed to calm them down,” he said of the Kaedwani and Tamaran captains, “and we agreed to launch a joint investigation led by the Romulans and us. “By then we’d started to notice malfunctions and unusual biological effects.” “Unusual biological effects?” “It was strange, crew remembers were reporting old wounds healing or in some cases reopening. Our science and medical team suspected the high levels of chroniton radiation were at fault, but we couldn’t confirm it until we brought the wreckage aboard.” Rachel was listening intently and had largely forgotten her tea. “We discovered,” he continued, “that the molecular structures of the freighter’s hull were starting to regress to earlier temporal states but before we could hypothesize further, the Kaedwani cruiser started to lose containment. They ejected their core and well... what happened next is pretty conjectural.” Remembering that Rachel wasn’t a science junkie, like himself, he considered how to explain what happened. Even for an astrophysicist, he found it all a bit strange. “We think when the core exploded, that it caused a temporal inversion -- a rip in space-time -- that caused the destruction of the freighter. The result was a sort of, temporal eruption. We got caught in its wake and somehow ended up in the past.” Taking that all in Rachel leaned back in her chair, drumming her fingers. “Well, I guess that would explain what’s going on with the moon...” Sheepishly, Asher sighed. “Well not uh... not exactly.”
  29. This takes place the next day after the end of the last sim. Mimi entered the holding area where the gremlin was at, with chocolate energy bars and a PADD. As she approached the cell where the ‘visitor’ was at, it just looked at her. She pulled one of the energy bars off the stack she had and it seemed to get excited at the treat. Mimi looked at her PADD, laying the chocolate energy bar down; and tried to communicate with gremlin via sign language alphabet. She signed “Do you like these bars,” to the creature. It signed back to her “Yes.” Mimi smiled and finally had a way to communicate with him. She placed the bar in-between the two as a sign that he will get it when they’re finished. She signed to the gremlin, “Are you alone on this station?” He replied “No.” “Do you know how many there are,” Mimi signed. The gremlin signed, “enough.” Mimi stopped the conversation after the smell started to pick up. She asked the security officer to lower the force field long enough for her hand the gremlin the energy bar. Then she left security to go change and file a report on her findings.
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