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Sky Harbor Aegis | 1 November 2019

Mission Brief - 1 November 2019
27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 

TBS is 14 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local.
Engineers from Starfleet Command are working beside Aegis engineers.
They are searching for the origin of the glitches.
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops::
Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical::
Johnson Kenyon: ::rushing out of his quarters::
Scott Coleridge: ::has just arrived on CnC, looking more rested::
Chirakis: ::in her office, reading the latest dispatch:::
Jylliene: ::nods to Coleridge::
Scott Coleridge: ::nods back:: Good morning.
Scott Coleridge: It *is* morning, right?
Chirakis: ::her mood turns somber:::
Jylliene: It is.
Alexis McFarland: ::in their new quarters in the diplomatic suites, watching the yeomen and Mr. Moht carry their stuff into their quarters::
Scott Coleridge: How have the systems fared over the night?
Johnson Kenyon: ::getting into the TL::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::reviewing experiment status in life science lab::
Chirakis: ::she moves to a secure drawer, opens it, and retrieves two items:::
Jylliene: All seems well. Reports from the last shift are that things went smoothly.
Tarisa: ::Is feeling refreshed after a nice long sleep::
Chirakis: +Jylliene+ Commander Coleridge to my office.
Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at Main Engineering
Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Acknowledged.
Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: I'm assuming you heard that.
Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around for the chief::
Chirakis: ::she puts the two items on her desk and waits for Scott::
Scott Coleridge: ::raises eyebrows:: Either very good or very bad when that happens at the start of the shift.
Jylliene: Hoping for good.
Alexis McFarland: Alexis' mom>. We have a little surprise for you, Alexis. ::she takes a small crate from the top of the luggage cart and sets it down and opens the door, a little golden cat with black spots emerges out of the crate, strongly resembling a Terran Ocelot::
Scott Coleridge: See you later... ::moves towards Chirakis' office::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Running out of her suite, she rushes over to the next door. She hits the chime in excitement.::
Jylliene: ::nods::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: You wanted to see me?
Alexis McFarland: Oooh kitty... ::hears the chime and picks up kitty, and heads to the door:: Mom> Her name is Dariah. I wonder who that is?
Chirakis: ::standing in front of her desk, her expression still somber, she picks up a dispatch message and hands it to Scott::: Yes, Commander.
Alexis McFarland: ::opens the door::
Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Hugs Alexis::
Scott Coleridge: ::bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as he takes the PADD, for it takes a lot to put that expression on Chirakis' face::
Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and hugs Miana:: Miana! We are neighbours.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around engineering, wobbling back and forth as he read the latest reports ::
Scott Coleridge: ::as he reads the PADD, his eyes jump back and forth, like he's not sure he's reading it correctly:: Wait… surely… oh my.
Johnson Kenyon: ::seeing Nijil:: Good morning, chief.
Alexis McFarland: Alexis' mom> ::still unpacking:: Nice to meet you Miana. Heard so much about you. ::smiles::
Chirakis: It is true, Commander.
Chirakis: Unfortunately.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinking a cup of steaming coffee, non-replicated ::
Alexis McFarland: Mm, Miana. ::snuggles:: You must've heard us come in.
Scott Coleridge: ::he hands the PADD back to her, his expression fluctuating as he tries to process the news::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Steps behind Alexis, quietly giving a shy wave.::
Dacia Sandero: ::feeling much better after a nice rest::
Scott Coleridge: I didn't think... the last time we... I don't.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Mr. Kenyon... How are we?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks to Alexis, nodding.:: Mmm
Chirakis: ::receives the padd and returns it to her desk:: I believe you are aware of the procedure.
Scott Coleridge: ::breathes deeply for a moment::
Johnson Kenyon: I'm in good spirits, Sir
Scott Coleridge: Indeed.
Tarisa: ::Arrives in CnC, going to her station.::
Johnson Kenyon: now, how do we fix this problem?
Chirakis: +Jylliene+ Call Dr Pavilion to my office.
Johnson Kenyon: I have an idea
Alexis McFarland: I hope we didn't wake you up. Those are my parents, our family's valet, and our new kitty Dariah. ::looks at the cat, who is rubbing her head on Miana's leg as cats do::
Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Yes Ma'am.
Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops to Doctor Pavilion
mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Go ahead
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Why don't we program a similar sort of program to interface with system with a kill switch....
Chirakis: ::stands by the door, waiting for the doctor:::
Johnson Kenyon: Maybe we can lure in the virus and trap it
Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in Sickbay::
Jylliene: +Mimi+ Captain Chirakis would like to see you in her office.
mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ On my way
Scott Coleridge: ::stands next to Chirakis, still trying to process while outwardly appearing calm::
Tarisa: Miana> Kitty... ::Pets.:: The security man told us that we were getting neighbors and that it was you.
Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: One should never have the honor, Commander. Never.
Scott Coleridge: ::that was basically what he was thinking::
Jylliene: +Chirakis+ She's on her way, ma'am.
mimipavilion: ::exits her office, nods to Dacia, and heads to the captains via the CnC::
Chirakis: +com+ Thank you, Commander.
mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC goes to the captain's office and rings the chime::
Chirakis: :::standing at the door to her office, she opens it for her and nods::: Commander Pavilion. Please enter and take a seat.
Johnson Kenyon: ::heads over to a terminal and starts programming::
mimipavilion: ::nods and takes a seat::
Nijil tr'Korjata: The virus would not be in one spot, it propagates anywhere it can.
Chirakis: :::secures the door and takes a seat opposite Mimi::: Commander....
mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis::
Scott Coleridge: ::stands behind and to the side, ready to assist::
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil:: Doesn't that mean it is in the command code... or is electric?
Johnson Kenyon: by command code, I mean, a higher function than in some systems
Johnson Kenyon: wait... you could do that with a program.... it would be complex
Chirakis: It is with much regret that I inform you that your bondmate, tr'Jeth Dabi, was killed in battle.
Alexis McFarland: Ah, I see. I'm happy we're neighbours. ::takes Miana to her new room, which was already furnished and rivalled most decent sized toy stores with all the stuffed animals, dolls and other toys strewn around the room, with a comfy love seat, desk and terminal and a large white four-post bed with pink blankets was on a pedestal by the large windows:: Ahh, the same bed as in my other diplomatic suites. I wonder if yours is the same?
mimipavilion: ::shocked:: What?
Chirakis: His ship was attacked by the Alien Alliance. He is one of the fallen.
Chirakis: ::allowing her time to absorb the message:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I have had little sleep, as au can imagine
mimipavilion: ::hearing the words "Alien Alliance," tries to hold back the tears, but her eyes well up::
Alexis McFarland: ::looks around her room:: Ooh, my own ensuite nice. ::opens a door and finds another bathroom:: Did you have breakfast yet, Miana?
Johnson Kenyon: :::looks at Nijil:: didn't you go to sleep?
Dacia Sandero: ::tends to some left over patients::
Tarisa: Miana> Oooo...
Chirakis: His was an honorable death, Commander. I have with me a citation from the Romulan Star Empire, if you will allow me.
Tarisa: Miana> Mine is the same size, but not decorated like yours.
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at mention of food.:: No.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, but I did not sleep well, I had that dream again that plagues me every so often. So vivid... so vivid.
Chirakis: ::she stands and moves to her desk to pick up the citation:::
Johnson Kenyon: Do I need to consult with the other engineers before writing a program?
Chirakis: :::standing straight in ceremony:::
Chirakis: On the 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147, while on patrol along the perimeter of the Joint Allied Powers, The Romulan Star Empire D’deridex Ship RSE Dividices came in contact with a ship of the Alien Alliance. The alien ship was attempting to cross the line into Joint Allied Powers space, specifically that of the Romulan Star Empire.
Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking programming was not his forte::
Chirakis: With little or no warning, the alien vessel attacked the RSE Dividices and succeeded in boarding her. During the siege, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi directed his unit to stand fast and protect the bridge.
Chirakis: When the overwhelming alien force breached the bridge and pressed toward the captain, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi stepped between them, using his body as a shield while the captain directed the attack on the alien ship.
Alexis McFarland: Ah, my grandfather gave me a bunch of new toys it seems. ::smiles:: Great. My mom says Mr. Moht is making some uttaberry pie to celebrate our arrival. They're fresh from Betazed, Mr. Moht (same species as Lwaxana's butler Mr. Homn) appears with some tea and sandwiches and some scones::
Chirakis: For his lack of hesitation, his determination to protect Riov tr’Sashan and his crew, and for giving his life for the sake of the Romulan Star Empire, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi has been awarded great honors.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, but I need to hunt down how this rogue program got on the station.
Chirakis: :::she turns to Scott and nods:::
Chirakis: The Romulan Star Empire Medal of Honor
Johnson Kenyon: Subcommander, don't you think we need to counter it, rather than track its origin?
Scott Coleridge: ::picks up a case from the captain's desk and opens it, displaying the medal, and then moves to give it to Mimi::
Chirakis: :::steps aside for Scott:::
mimipavilion: ::accepts the award::
Chirakis: The Starfleet Medal of Valor
Dacia Sandero: ::sips a cup of tea once she finishes treating the patient::
Scott Coleridge: ::picks up a second case and repeats the procedure::
mimipavilion: ::accepts the second award::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Our systems could not counter it as each countermeasure resulted in a greater problem each time. I am heading the forensics side of things.
Tarisa: ::Gets an idea.:: +Engineering+ Tarisa to Chief tr'Korjata. Do you have a moment?
Chirakis: ::somber::: Our deepest condolences, Commander.
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Tarisa+ Ie, I don't hear from au that often. :: nods to Kenyon :: On my way.
mimipavilion: Thank you.
Chirakis: Take as many days as you need to mourn.
Alexis McFarland: We're still unpacking, so it's still kinda messy. ::Mr. Moht sets down the tea and sandwiches on a table in her play area, with some child-sized chairs::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Tarisa+ Wait, do au want me there or... is over comms alright?
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: So, do you want us to focus on tracking it or countering it?
Chirakis: Allow me to escort you to the lift, if you will.
Tarisa: +Nijil+ If you like, you and Mr. Kenyon can meet me in the Computer Lab.
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Tarisa: ::Leaves CnC for the lab.::
Alexis McFarland: Thanks... ::Mr Moht nods and leaves silently::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We are doing both... too many engineers spoil the...the.. something.
mimipavilion: ::walks to the lift::
Chirakis: ::escorts her::
Tarisa: Miana> Thank you Mr. Tall Man. ::Sits.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks at Kenyon :: Let's go. +Tarisa+ On our way.
Scott Coleridge: ::exits the office as well::
Chirakis: I will inform Dr Sandero to take your place in medical.
mimipavilion: ::nods:: Thanks.
Johnson Kenyon: ::following Nijil::
Chirakis: ::stands by the lift until the door closes:::
mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to her deck::
Alexis McFarland: ::sits as well:: I wonder if Annisha's still sleeping? Probably is.
Tarisa: ::Arrives at the lab and sets up::
Chirakis: ::Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbles on a sandwich.:: Mmmmm
mimipavilion: ::arrives at her deck and goes to her quarters::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks to the lab ::
Alexis McFarland: Very yummy... I missed Mr Moht's cooking.
Chirakis: ::turns to Scott and nods, then returns to her office:::
Scott Coleridge: ::exhales slowly, turns to survey the whole CnC, thinking about what just happened::
Tarisa: ::Perks up as they enter:: Welcome.
Scott Coleridge: ::understands why they have these rituals, but that doesn't make the rituals themselves easier::
Chirakis: ::takes a minute or two before exiting to press on:::
mimipavilion: ::enters her quarters, Loxil sees Mimi upset::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the lab :: Tarisa?
mimipavilion: Loxil> What is wrong?
Johnson Kenyon: ::taps Nijil and points:: there she is
mimipavilion: ::to Loxil:: Our husband is dead. ::ugly cries::
Tarisa: ::Standing in front of a small black box like device that is behind a security field.:: I wished to show something that may help.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I am not familiar with this box.
Chirakis: ::approaches Jylliene::: Commander, anything to report?
Johnson Kenyon: ::perky::
Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, tries to focus on the duty shift summaries::
Jylliene: Nothing, ma'am.
Chirakis: No glitches?
Jylliene: None.
Chirakis: Interesting...
Chirakis: Shipping is moving on smoothly?
Tarisa: It is a complete replica of the station. ::Looks to Johnson.:: A while back we were invaded by probes. We made a complete simulation of the station and let it go about it's programming to study its nature.
Tarisa: I think we might be able to do the same with the virus.
Jylliene: Yes ma'am.
Jylliene: Reports from overnight were similar. All smooth.
Johnson Kenyon: sounds very complex...
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It is, and has to be in order to be secure.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks more of his coffee, but winces when the hot liquid reaches the back of his throat before his good sense did ::
Johnson Kenyon: have you already programmed a sort of simulation?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Study the virus on a larger level?
Tarisa: I propose we introduce the virus and determine what it's endgame is.
Chirakis: ::slight chuckle::: Then Commander Drexler either had little to work with or he scared the glitches away.
Jylliene: Either way, I'm thankful.
Chirakis: Or perhaps the virus died?
Jylliene: Reached the end of its programming. Or found out what it needed, if you wish to consider darker possibilities.
mimipavilion: ::goes to her room to get some rest::
Johnson Kenyon: introduce the virus into your box simulation and find out what it does?
Scott Coleridge: Calm before the storm
Johnson Kenyon: is it going to be accurate enough since we are not working against it?
Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: You are not going to jinx our situation, are you?
Tarisa: Since it is a complete replica of the station in computer form, we can alter the simulation as if an engineering team were working against it.
Chirakis: I believe that is the correct terran word.
Scott Coleridge: You're getting better at that.
Johnson Kenyon: We should... then... somehow speed it up.
Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Perhaps a bit. But it is interesting that Commander Drexler's team had such problems until shift change, and now there is nothing happening.
Scott Coleridge: I'm happy we haven't had any more glitches. But I've served too long with you, Captain, and your suspicious streak is rubbing off on me. This kind of problem doesn't just go away on its own.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Make the virus think it's the actual station.
Tarisa: ::Nods.::
Jylliene: Still think Starfleet just wanted us to welcome the 30 some engineers and planted it themselves so we'd be happy to see them. ::mostly joking::
Johnson Kenyon: It's brilliant.
Chirakis: ::nods with a grin to Jylliene:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking... brilliant if it works::
Tarisa: And time shouldn't be a factor.
Tarisa: You are both welcome to the lab. I actually encourage it.
Chirakis: I do have one duty to perform, Commander. Call Dr Sandero to my office, if you will.
Nijil tr'Korjata: The simulation will need to be sped up of course
Johnson Kenyon: yes, how fast can you speed it up?
Jylliene: ::nods:: +Sandero+ Ops to Doctor Sandero.
Dacia Sandero: ::hears the comm:: +Jylliene+ Yes, Sandero here.
Johnson Kenyon: and, of course, we need to ensure it doesn't somehow escape... is there a kill switch for the simulation?
Jylliene: +Sandero+ Captain Chirakis would like to see you in her office, please.
Dacia Sandero: +Jyliene+ Very well, on my way
Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: She's on her way.
Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of the sickbay and to the lift::
Chirakis: Thank you, Commander.
Tarisa: ::Nods:: Of course. ::Steps over to the console and begins set up.:: As fast as the computer can process. Time is not relative to a machine.
Chirakis: ::stands by her door as it opens, waiting for Dacia:::
Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana as they enjoy their tea and sandwiches::
Dacia Sandero: ::exits the lift and heads into the CT::
Tarisa: The simulation is completely self contained. There is no risk of escape.
Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs::
Johnson Kenyon: If it is a program, it will keep up. If a lifeform, it will fail
Chirakis: :::standing by the door:::
Chirakis: ::Motions for her to enter:::
Dacia Sandero: ::sees Chirakis by the door and heads over, nods::
Dacia Sandero: ::enters::
Chirakis: :::allows the door to close behind them:::: Please. Sit.
Dacia Sandero: Yes, sure. ::takes a seat::
Tarisa: I am ready to proceed if you are.
Nijil tr'Korjata: The monitoring padd will have to be severed from the rest of the station. :: Goes to manually remove the wireless module ::
Chirakis: Doctor, we received word this morning of the death of Dr Pavilion's bondmate, SubCommander tr'Jeth Dabi. She is in mourning and will be for several days. Therefore, you will be in command of the medical complex until she returns.
Alexis McFarland: I should invite Annisha up before the pie is ready. ::the smell of the pie fills the air::
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil:: I'm ready
Dacia Sandero: ::frowns::: I'm very sorry to hear that. I hope she'll be okay. Yes, of course captain.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Run it
Chirakis: Also, I suggest that you give her room to grieve. Leave her alone unless she calls for you.
Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I agree. I'll do that.
Tarisa: Miana> :;Perks up at the smell.::
Tarisa: ::Introduces the virus to the simulation.:: Program activated.
Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. And please, keep this private. She will be the one to make it known.
Alexis McFarland: ::writes a message to Annisha's PADD to invite her up, not sure if she was still sleeping or not::
Johnson Kenyon: ::watches the simulation:;
Dacia Sandero: Please convey my condolences to her if you get the chance though.
Dacia Sandero: yes, of course. I will.
Chirakis: I will.
Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. If you have no questions, that is all.
Dacia Sandero: No, I do not. Thank you for informing me.
Chirakis: ::stands to escort her to the door and enter CnC:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Annisha is eating her Space Oatmeal. In smaller letters it read "Direct from Starbase K7" ::
Dacia Sandero: ::Heads out and back onto the turbolift::
Chirakis: :::reenters CnC to make her rounds as usual:::
mimipavilion: ::after crying for a while, falls asleep::
Chirakis: :::and it seems to be exceedingly quiet, which gives her suspicions:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::very curious about the simulation::
Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Wanna come up and visit in my new quarters? Miana's already here.
Jylliene: ::enjoying the quiet for as long as it lasts::
Chirakis: :::stops next to Scott::: (w) Does it seem odd to you that everything has gone silent?
Dacia Sandero: ::returns to the sickbay, feeling bad about Mimi::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha: +Alexis+ What? Au moving away?
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Yes.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
Chirakis: TBS will be a few hours.
Chirakis: Until 1:00 PM
Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander?
Scott Coleridge: Nope
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Johnson Kenyon: very innovative solution
Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa
Dacia Sandero: I remember the probe incident
Tarisa: I just happened to remember it.
Chirakis: I look forward to reading the sim log.
Chirakis: Keep on thinking of things. It enriches our play.
Johnson Kenyon: I look forward to seeing what the simulation does
Chirakis: As do I.
Chirakis: It is 4 past the hour, so I will dismiss the crew for now...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.


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