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Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019

=/\= Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019 =/\=
 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148

TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local.
Science and engineering are collaborating to trap the virus that caused glitches throughout the station.
USS Missouri is en route to replace USS Calgary as a visible presence.
Otherwise, everything has been quiet.
Perhaps too quiet.
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, mourning::
Chirakis: ::in her office, CnC, catching up on work and trying to evade a certain admiral who has decided that she is the ruler of the universe:::
Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay::
Jylliene: ::Ops::
Alexis McFarland: ::in her swanky new room with Miana and probably Annisha::
Scott Coleridge: ::finishing up a report::
Chirakis: ::then a dispatch catches her attention and instead of breezing through it, she reads it thoroughly:::
Chirakis: ::considers that a moment, then exits her office:::
Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Anything new, Commander?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station on the CnC ::
Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne:::
Jylliene: No. It's creepily quiet.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking over the network logs ::
Chirakis: Creepily? Explain, Commander. I am ignorant of that Terran word.
Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis with suspicion :: Why do au get a place like this?
Tarisa: ::Looks over at Nijil.:: According to the simulation, these will be next likely targeted systems.
Alexis McFarland: Hmm? My parents are diplomats... like Miana's ::Smiles::
Tarisa: All minor subsystems...
Nijil tr'Korjata: If it is what is called a virus, then it should spread to whatever systems it can. The big issue is it goes dormant in places we are not aware
Jylliene: Eerily? It's quiet. It would be very nice in general, except that it's so unusual that it just leaves one waiting for whatever they feel must be coming.
Nijil tr'Korjata: A system as large as ours has to set priorities of what to scan for anomalies. It's a balance of resources and time.
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This seems to me to be a decoy of sorts, keeping us distracted enough from another target.
Chirakis: Ah. Agreed. Very quiet. However, I prefer not to "jinx" the situation.
Jylliene: Oh, I don't wish to either.
Jylliene: ::sees incoming::
Jylliene: Missouri inbound, ma'am.
Chirakis: :::turns to Cayne::: Anything important, Commander?
Alexis McFarland: Mr. Moht>. ::brings in an uttaberry pie, cut in six pieces with some ice cream and fresh uttaberries on top. Sets it on her table and nods and leaves::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is relatively nothing on short or long range sensors, which I worry about.
Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene:: Thank you, Commander.
Jylliene: ::nods::
Dacia Sandero: ::tends to things in Sickbay, hoping Mimi is doing okay::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at the pie.:: Oooo. Thank you Mr. Tall Man.
Jylliene: ::sends approach vector to Missouri for their requested high orbit::
Chirakis: ::tension seems to be higher than usual:::
Jylliene: ::and then displays the vector and projected orbit on the big screen::
Chirakis: ::catches Missouri's orbit onscreen::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a bit on edge, and it's not the coffee... :: drinks his coffee ::
Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Yay. It's fresh, from Betazed and not replicated.
Chirakis: ::moves on to Commander Coleridge::: Commander Coleridge, anything of note... besides reports?
Annisha: Well my parents are.... Hmm
Tarisa: Miana> How did it stay warm all the way from betazed?
Chirakis: ::glance to Cayne, becoming concerned about the situational responses:::
Alexis McFarland: Not the pie ::giggles:: the pie was just made now. I meant the berries.
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not so far. I was about to go check on how engineering and science are doing.
Alexis McFarland: They work on the station like Dacia does
Chirakis: Excellent. Before you leave, however, I received an interesting report. ::Hands him her slate:::
Tarisa: Miana> Oooo
Chirakis: Interesting that they would suddenly disappear.
Alexis McFarland: Yeah, ooh.
Chirakis: A changing tide, perhaps?
Alexis McFarland: ::takes a bite of her slice of pie:: Mmm, yummy.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns :: I have not slept well
Scott Coleridge: Hmm
Scott Coleridge: Perhaps.
Chirakis: Let us hope so.
mimipavilion: ::trying to keep herself distracted by going over non-condolences messages::
Scott Coleridge: ::hands back the PADD:: I'll see what the brains are up to
Nijil tr'Korjata: How long will the simulation run Tarisa?
Jylliene: ::sees Missouri has now settled into the orbit::
Chirakis: ::takes the slate and nods:::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: Science.
Jylliene: Captain, Calgary is ready to disembark.
Nijil tr'Korjata: A heck of a time for dreams :: thinks out loud idly ::
Tarisa: The simulation has ran about 150 times now.  At a rate of around 30 per hour.
Chirakis: Noted, Commander.
Jylliene: ::sends the departure vector and the okay to disembark::
Chirakis: Clear the corridor for their exit.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me know of any changes. I need to head to medical/
Jylliene: Yes ma'am
Chirakis: 10:30
Jylliene: ::double-checks the corridor::
Chirakis: ::begins her normal pace around CnC:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I am heading to medical. I need to get my sleep aligned.
Tarisa: ::Nods::
Dacia Sandero: ::Helping with some patients::
Jylliene: +Nijil+ Good idea.
Scott Coleridge: ::enters science::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and heads to sickbay ::
Annisha: I should ask the Captain if a suite is available...
Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Maybe you can be our neighbour too
Scott Coleridge: ::passes Nijil, looks over at Tarisa:: Just missed him. Any updates?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the lift :: Main sickbay
Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: If you would like to see the results. ::Points to the console.:: 150...make that 151 simulations have went by. This "virus" has only managed to target subsystems to distract the simulated engineering teams.
Scott Coleridge: ::joins her at the console:: So you think there's something else going on?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets off the lift and heads to sickbay ::
Dacia Sandero: ::hears someone come in:: Yes, hello?
Tarisa: It has never spread to critical systems, which has us stumped. As Chief Korjata has mentioned, viruses are supposed to spread regardless of system.
Dacia Sandero: Ahh hello. ::sees Nijil:: How you doing? Can I help you?
Tarisa: But the virus is methodical in its targets.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah ie, I have had sleeping issues since this incident with the replication system
Nijil tr'Korjata: Plus the dreams are back. :: sits on a bio bed ::
Dacia Sandero: Ahh... that doesn't surprise me. Have a seat ::gestures to a bio bed::
Scott Coleridge: Well, a virus can be tailored for specific goals.
Scott Coleridge: If this virus is discriminatory, then perhaps its purpose is distraction.
Scott Coleridge: But what would it be distracting us from? Surely its creators would expect us to discover it in short order.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Jylliene :: What ships are scheduled to dock today Commander?
Chirakis: :::continues her pace:::
Dacia Sandero: You're having dreams again, eh? The same ones as before? ::waves a tricorder around him::
Tarisa: That I agree with. How we go from here, I'm afraid I do not have an idea.
Dacia Sandero: ::thoroughly checks him over as well as brain waves and such::
Chirakis: :::stops next to Cayne::
Scott Coleridge: The new engineers have everything well in hand, and our existing complement should be rested now.
Scott Coleridge: Perhaps we should turn our attention to prevention instead of cure, try to harden our systems against further intrusion.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. I'm in that civilization again, some species I don't recognize...and I'm one of them and... :: face flushed ::
Jylliene: We have one freighter coming in, the Valryn. ::to Cayne::
Jylliene: The changeover between the Calgary and the Missouri is complete, and the Missouri is in their requested orbit.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, Valryn... sounds familiar, but as I get older everything sounds familiar...and distant
Annisha: Maybe, but I have grown to like my place. :: To Alexis ::
Dacia Sandero: I see. Just milling around, or doing anything? Hm, I'll see if I can book you an appointment with Dr. Davis about those dreams. She's much more qualified in that than I am.
Tarisa: ::Nods.::
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: It is a nice place.. I like to visit your place. Plus, you can always come up and visit whenever. My parents won't mind.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe. It's a bit embarrassing, perhaps I can get a meaning from Davis
Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's attention::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain.
Dacia Sandero: Yes, she'd be able to decipher them more than I could. But, it looks like a lot of these issues seem to be down to the stress and anxiety from everything that happened... I might even suggest PTSD. I can give you some medication to help you sleep more soundly.
Chirakis: (w) Commander, do you recall the large delta-wing ship that landed on An-Ward?
Scott Coleridge: Let's come up with some ideas for hardening these non-essential systems the virus seems to be targeting.
Dacia Sandero: Physically though, you seem to be fine other than fatigue.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Vaguely. Let me pull the records up.
Dacia Sandero: I'd recommend you try to take it easy for awhile, especially since things are pretty quiet now.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at it :: I remember it. New intel?
Chirakis: (w) You went aboard, pretending to be drunk. ::slight grin:: Perhaps new intel. It has mysteriously disappeared.
Nijil tr'Korjata: With the dreams... is there anything to enhance them or remember them better? I always feel I'm just this far :: gestures with finger and thumb :: away from knowing more.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, the same ship I presume. It remained easy to track for so long.
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will have my team work on it.
mimipavilion: ::stops and takes a break::
Chirakis: (w) Indeed. It transported through cloaks, among other things. I doubt that it has entirely disappeared, but Command believes it has.
Chirakis: (w) Keep an eye out for anything that resembles it.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Great. Bet they have adaptations we don't know about.
Chirakis: I would not be surprised.
Dacia Sandero: Yes, there are ways to that yes. You can try to get a lucid dream where you're in control.. try to reason out the dream and imagine you;re free from your body. If you can be self aware that you're dreaming, you might be able to control what's going on.
Dacia Sandero: I kind of only had mixed success myself in that though, but I think if you keep at it, it may work?
Nijil tr'Korjata: The dream is often just that like I am another person.
Dacia Sandero: Not doing anything in particular? Just in someone's body?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Not really, mostly in the same place.. a lab or someone's home.
Chirakis: :::moves off and takes the command chair::
Dacia Sandero: Just living out their lives? Like some of reality holo-vision show? ::jots down some notes in her PADD to share with Dr. Davis::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Tries to grab any logs regarding the disappearance of the ship ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Just one, err, person
Dacia Sandero: The same person?
Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good, send me some ideas when you have them. I'm going to look in on engineering next.
Scott Coleridge: Great idea with those simulations, by the way.
Chirakis: ::contemplating many things:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie.. a... a woman. It should not be embarrassing, but it is for some reason.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: hides his face for a moment, mostly from feeling out of time, but a bit from the revelation ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sighs ::
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
Chirakis: Things are strangely quiet, are they not? Interesting things happening.
Chirakis: TBS will be to the next morning, 0700 ( 7 am )
Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, Comments?
Scott Coleridge: Hmm
Scott Coleridge: Sometimes when things are quiet, it means people are re-evaluating
Scott Coleridge: Which makes them less predictable
Chirakis: Indeed
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Chirakis: Very well...
Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing here
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

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