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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.26.19

MISSION BRIEFING: Science has discovered a possible method that could be used to transport Excalibur back to its own time. However, if return isn't an option, Captain Swain has decided that our only course of action will be to scuttle the ship and settle on the unoccupied planet of Sarras in hopes of not altering the historical timeline any further.


Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM


Rhan K'hal: :: with the "Drain Irene of Her Precious Blood" group ::

William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering::

Hunter Matheson: ::working on the helm console, checking a bunch of stuff, working out vectors that might or might not be used::

Hakran K'hal: :: heading to the biology labs, since he figures Irene has seen her fill of sickbay for one mission ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sitting on a big ugly chair in the biology lab, down from her uniform into a gray tank top. :: "...can't say I'm too enthused about this one, folks."

Hakran K'hal: :: walks in just in time to hear that :: I know you aren't, but this further work with the DNA might give us clues into your specific problem, so think positive.

Hunter Matheson: ::idly thinking about what it would be like to stay in this era, maybe begin a family, teach the kids hunting, become his own great great great gramps::

Hakran K'hal: Anyway, it's not like we're pumping it all out and replacing it with cherry syrup.

Irene Mincine: "I can't help it, I'm B Negative." :: Hmph. :: "No, you're pumping it all out, separating out the temporal goop, and shoving it back in, if I understand the procedure."

Irene Mincine: "...well, not *all* of it, but..."

Hakran K'hal: Well, eventually we'll need to up our cycle but for now, small steps. A simple hypo.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed as she scrolled to the bottom of her data padd, not at all happy with their options. She sat it aside and leaned back in her chair on the bridge, eyes turning to the main viewer.:: +Engineering+ Hawthorne to Chocox.

Hakran K'hal: :: hands one to Irene ::

Hunter Matheson: ::stops cold, trying to remember what year they're in anyway, then shrugs and pulls himself out from under helm and fidgets with a few things topside:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene uses her advanced medical knowledge to take a blood sample from her arm with the hypo, then hands it back to Hakran. :: "The centrifuge should be configured for the correct molecular weight."

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here. ::puts a panel back into place::

Hakran K'hal: Excellent. :: removes the sample vial and pops it into the centrifuge :: Away we go. :: pushes the button ::

Hunter Matheson: ::notes that he's dripping from the *minor* injury... or so said the doc:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ The Lysander has finished transfer of all our requested goods -- whatever they had on hand, anyhow. We're still missing a few components. I need you to take stock and send me an updated list of what we're going to have to do without.

Irene Mincine: "The serum levels are low enough from the nanite treatments that I'm not sure how much we'll get from that, exactly, but it'll give us an idea of how much we need to collect." :: Irene watched the centrifuge spin up. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::but he has to replace another chip, so he steps over to the helm locker and is actually careful with it for once::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: arrives in the biolab lugging a huge case ::

Hunter Matheson: ::pulls out the emergency med kit and gives his arm an extra wrap::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma'am. ::starts putting lists together::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the scene ::

Hakran K'hal: Izal, great. Start hooking that stuff up.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: Some of this stuff will look familiar to you, I'm afraid. Precautionary only

Hunter Matheson: ::grabs a packet of quikclot just in case::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her padd for duties to perform ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw a glance at Hunter.:: Did you have medical check that out, Matheson?

Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am.

Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: starts hooking up the chroniton stabilization matrix equipment ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "Oh, come on, I'm stable. I don't think we need to set up the chroniton equipment again..."

Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: Guess I've just been working it a little more than I should.

Rhan K'hal: :: removes the vial from the centrifuge when it spins down and moves it to the molecular separator ::

Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: scrunches her Bajoran nose up, adding extra ridges :: We're not turning it on unless we have to.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How did you injure it in the first place? ::Tapping out a message on her chair's console.::

Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data from the separator, makes some adjustments to the prepared solution and begins removing the extra stuff ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Going up to Matheson :::

Rhan K'hal: Why isn't Semek lugging that around? Did he get pinged in the ass again?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene reclines the ugly dentists' chair she's sitting in. :: "Where did you dig up this chair, anyway? The 19th century?" :: "Better to be prepared, I guess..."

Hunter Matheson: ::gives her his full attention:: Minor cut on the bridge helm locker, ma'am.

Hunter Matheson: Medical onboard were busy so they sent me down to Doc Trajan in MARDET.

Hakran K'hal: Kenet> He's working with your people to store the stuff from the planet, K1. Anyway, this is more my gig than his.

Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: We borrowed it from Shadal. He didn't really need two chairs.

Hakran K'hal: I know he has four arms but he still only has two eyes to cut hair with.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor Ryssan. Glad you could join us on the bridge. I was just sending medical a message that Matheson needed a bit of attention. Could you please see to his arm?

Hunter Matheson: ::Doc Ryssan:: I'm good, ma'am. Just a minor bleed. Got some....

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander? I've got the list for you. Do you want it at your chair or your PADD?

Hunter Matheson: ...or not.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets her scanner out :: Let me take a look

Hakran K'hal: :: irked :: Izal, I'm your BOSS and you still call him K*ONE8???

Hunter Matheson: ::just a little dab of blood is seeping through the bandage from Doc Trajan:::

Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: smirks :: He /was/ here first.

Hakran K'hal: :: muttergrumbles and leans back over his console ::

Indaura Ryssan: Need to stop that bleeding. :: gets a spray from her pack ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Send it to my padd, please. I will be sending you an updated priority list once I review.

Hunter Matheson: I just got a pack of quikclot, ma'am.....:::watching her reach into her kit::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed at the exchange. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: grinning, pushes his chair over to Irene, flips open a medical tric :: So, do you have any allergies? Have you visited any planets where fungal infections are common?

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. Sending it to your PADD now. ::sends the list up to her::

Indaura Ryssan: :; Hypos Matheson first ::

Hunter Matheson: ::wince:::

Irene Mincine: "I'm allergic to Bajoran citrus and excuse you about the fungal infections! We've been on the same planets, jerk."

Hakran K'hal: :: pulls the vial out of the separator with an irritated snap of the wrist, rolls over and puts it into the all-in-one DNA analysis and manipulation device ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Then sprays ::

Indaura Ryssan: This may be a little thick. :: A goop forms on his arm ::

Hunter Matheson: ::mutter:: Damn... that's worse than quikclot.

Rhan K'hal: :: pretends to write on a padd :: Patient exhibiting signs of irritation and definitely doesn't want a Bajoran mimosa.

Indaura Ryssan: Think of it as a big bandage..

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs... :: "Don't you have something important to be doing instead of screwing around with medical equipment?"

Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Yeah... it's big. Does it ever.. you know... get smaller?

Rhan K'hal: Yes, waiting for Hakran to finish fumbling around with the bio equipment and give me something I can put nanites into.

Hakran K'hal: I'm not *fumbling,* I'm being precise.

Indaura Ryssan: It's as large as it needs to be.

Hunter Matheson: So I take that as a no.

Rhan K'hal: You know you could actually let Irene do the bio, since she knows what she's doing.

Rhan K'hal: Plus she hates your taste in furniture.

Irene Mincine: "We only have a couple days to do this and, I mean, this *is* my specialty..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted at the exchange and picked up her data padd to have a look at the information Chocox sent. Her frown returned as she reviewed.::

Hakran K'hal: :: tilts his head back :: Okay. But you're under constant monitoring. If that stuff triggers while you're working on it in close proximity...

Indaura Ryssan: There are enzymes and other things to facilitate healing

Hakran K'hal: :: stands from his rolly-stool and makes an exaggerated "it's all yours" gesture ::

Hunter Matheson: So I should be able to get it off in a day or two?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hops off the chair. :: "Bad things will happen, yeah." :: She gets to work, both faster and more precisely than Hakran with all her genetics and biological skill. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: goes over and gives Hak a shoulder massage :: Part of responsibility is knowing when to delegate it, bro.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well... I suppose that's out of the question. ::Muttering to herself, she swiped something off her list and continued scrolling.::

Indaura Ryssan: It will change color as you get better. :: scans ::

Hunter Matheson: :::watching:::

Irene Mincine: "Should be ready in a couple minutes..." :: Irene mumbles while the molecular separator finishes up. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Excellent.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan, go get the nanites from Dr. Dubois.

Hunter Matheson: ::still holding the helm isolinear chip:::

Rhan K'hal: Your command is my wish. And yes, I know that's backward.

Rhan K'hal: :: starts for the door ::

Hakran K'hal: AND DON'T WASTE TIME FLIRTING WITH HER. Get back down here with it asap.

Irene Mincine: "Here you go." :: Irene backed away from the work area. :: "We got a few micrograms out of it."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sent a prelim list back to Will.:: +Chocox+ Well, we're going to have to scrap some of the internals, but the hull project looks like it's a go. I've sent you a list of the other projects that are going to get bumped.

Rhan K'hal: :: wrinkles his muzzle at his brother :: I can flirt fast. :: disappears out into the hallway ::

Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Is it okay if I get back to work now?

William Chocox: ::looks at the list:: +Hawthorne+ That is not a promising list...I'll get back to work on the hull project though.

Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Go about as you normally would :: pats his arm ::

Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the console :: Nice work. Now relax. In a different chair. :: smiles ::

Indaura Ryssan: Come back this time tomorrow and I'll take a look at it.

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Thanks.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits down in one of the comfy office chairs in the lab. :: "Flirting with your doctor is a dangerous game, you know."

Irene Mincine: "They know *everything* about you."

Hunter Matheson: ::slips the quikclot into a pocket then scoots under the helm console to replace that last chip::

Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: If I tried giving him advice he'd remind me exactly of how many romantic partners I've had and tell me to stuff it.


Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM


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