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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 12.15.19

MISSION BRIEF: Things have quieted down for the moment. Engineering along with command staff are inspecting the unusual device found aboard one of the Elasian vessels.


Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

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William Chocox: ::has finished the cut and is pulling out the guts of the device::

Cptn Swain: ::Entering engineering, looking refreshed.::

Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, naturally ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is taking a science shift on the bridge. Val arrives to relieve the goldshirt at the helm, as well. ::

William Chocox: Captain on deck.

Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in Engineering, uninvited - because EMPs are fun! ::

Cptn Swain: As you were.

William Chocox: Thank you Captain. Welcome to Engineering Lieutenant K'hal.

Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Chief. Hope no one minds me crashing the party, but I'm intrigued.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Accompanying Swain to engineering to have a look at the EMP and Engineering's progress.::

Rhan K'hal: Back from lunch so soon, Carillon? Did you take time to chew?

Cptn Swain: ::nods:: So, what are we dealing with?

Maryse Dubois: ((hiya))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Uh... ::A bit in awe of the command staff. He tried to look busy.::

Irene Mincine: :: Val hmphs at Rhan. :: "You learn to eat pretty fast on the flight deck. Some people could take it as an example."

William Chocox: We're just getting everything out of the device. We found what we think is the memory device. Ensign Reynolds was the one that spotted the memory first. ::holds up the memory portion::

Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, putting things back in order.::

Rhan K'hal: Wow, they keep the flight deck clean enough to eat off of?

Rhan K'hal: I'll have to prod the shuttle bay crews harder.

Hakran K'hal: :: nods ::

Irene Mincine: :: Val's mismatched eyes narrow at Rhan. :: "We ran things tight down there."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting in her office looking at the personnel files ::

William Chocox: I was just about to attempt to access it and see who made it.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene meanwhile, is monitoring the passive sensors for any signs of EMP discharge given the recent events. Don't want to get caught off guard. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: grins, full fangs:: I was---AM, friends with Commander d'Aubigne, Val. I know just how tight she ran it.

Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Go ahead.

Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: That's not Elasian technology for sure.

Cptn Swain: But they have, over the years, used a number of suppliers for parts.

William Chocox: Alright. ::gets it set up on a console that's not connected to the rest of the ship's network:: Let's see what secrets you hold... ::starts typing away::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods in agreement.:: Doesn't look like it. I'm curious to see if there's anything there that might give us some clue... ::He moved to have a look at the rest of the device.::

Hakran K'hal: :: crosses arms, watches ::

William Chocox: Be my guest Commander.

Irene Mincine: :: Val smiles in response to Rhan. :: "I like it that way, don't you?"

Rhan K'hal: Depends on what "it" is. Somethings in 'Fleet have a rod inserted too far up the warp core shaft to my way of thinking. But operationally, certainly.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He doesn't touch the device, but he does inspect it.:: If these ships are bound for Cardassia, I'd almost expect something Bajoran, but this doesn't look like their work, either.

Irene Mincine: :: Val glances at her console, then looks up at the view of the planet through the main viewer. :: "Yeah, I tend to agree... sometimes. You have to run it that way in times of war."

William Chocox: That's because it's Sheliak in origin...at least at the base level.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Agreed. ::Asher looked closer:: I am not sure its anything I am familiar with either.

William Chocox: Software wise...the memory storage doesn't really have anything useful.

Rhan K'hal: :: inclines head in acknowledgement of that sad fact ::

Cptn Swain: Sheliak?

Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Frowns.:: They're a bit reclusive, aren't they?

Irene Mincine: Val> "Otherwise... well, you might end up like me here." :: Waves her prosthetic arm at Rhan. ::

Hakran K'hal: ::grumbles:: So reclusive I don't even know who they are.

William Chocox: Yeah. ::points at various things:: The translator is presenting it to me in English, but I have it tell me the original language. But there's nothing else beyond the base code here. EMP must've wiped it clean.

Rhan K'hal: :: grim smile :: I bet you can punch better now.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced at Hakran.:: Why don't you start digging into that and see what you can find out about them?

Cptn Swain: ::Strokes his chin::

William Chocox: If you have trouble falling asleep you can read the treaty between the Federation and their government.

Hakran K'hal: Gotta start somewhere. Something to drag Rhan into.

Irene Mincine: :: Val thinks for a moment, then smiles back. :: "Yeah. It's certainly come in handy a few times. Though the gnarly old burn scars all over usually take care of things too."

Rhan K'hal: Wimps. It gives you character.

William Chocox: Legend has it it took almost four hundred legal experts to draft the treaty.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Looks back to Will.:: Do you know anything about their technology?

Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah." :: She looks at her console. :: "I got plenty of that, huh."

Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: Continue to find out what we can. I better inform command.

Rhan K'hal: Don't you start moping unless you want to be Dr. Ryssan's guinea pig.

William Chocox: Not really, but given how little interaction we've had with them I'd be hard pressed to find someone who does know anything.

William Chocox: I'll learn what I can, though.

Irene Mincine: :: Val shook her head. :: "Moping? Never. I had enough of those damn counselors while I was recovering."

Rhan K'hal: :: nods ::

Hakran K'hal: I guess I'll go get to poking around. I'll let you know if I come across anything useful, Chief.

Irene Mincine: :: Val shrugs lightly. :: "Counselors, doctors, cyberneticists for my eye and arm. I still don't know what the hell half of the specialists were there for. But I'm not a doctor or an engineer."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Do a complete breakdown and scan of the device. I want a report on everything there is to know about it. If any of the other components look like they were sourced elsewhere, I want to know that, as well.

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns and heads out of engineering::

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Hakran to Mincine. Call someone up with need of bridge time. Get Rhan and join us in the science conference room.

William Chocox: Aye sir. I'll get started right now.

Hakran K'hal: :: follows Swain ::

William Chocox: ::to Stanton:: How classified is this if I may ask sir?

Hakran K'hal: Curiouser and curiouser, Captain.

Rhan K'hal: :: no need to be notified thanks to his ears ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nearly jumps out of her seat when her combadge chirps. :: "Aye, sir." :: She gestures to Rhan. :: "Sir, Lt. K'h-- the other-- Hakran wants us to head to the science meeting room."

Rhan K'hal: No, you're not a doctor or an engineer, Val. You're one helluva pilot.

Rhan K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: So I heard.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Right now? Very. Keep the files encrypted. This is definitely a 'need to know' project.

Irene Mincine: Val> "Damn right." :: She grins and adjusts their orbital parameters just a bit on her console.

Hakran K'hal: :: pulls up the basics on the Sheliak and gives it a speed read :: Well, well, well.

Rhan K'hal: :: passes off operations to Ken ::

William Chocox: Aye sir. Wanted to know before I reached out to see if someone did know anything about Sheliak tech.

Cptn Swain: ::Enters into a lift and heads for his quarters::

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Remind me to get info by printout when you're around." :: She departs for the science conference room and calls Tiran, the portly complainer from the jungle mission, up to the bridge to replace her. He does need some bridge time... ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> If you have contacts that might help, just pick their brains without disclosing what you have. I'm certain you can think of something to justify the research.

Hakran K'hal: :: stops off on deck 7 and stops by his office before heading next door into the meeting room ::

Rhan K'hal: :: with Irene :: I can still hack that.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Was thinking of making the computer choose someone at random rather than waiting for the next disaster to leave emotional scars on the crew ::

William Chocox: Got it. Thank you sir.

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Arriving at the meeting room. :: "Ops people are very, very dangerous to get on the bad side of, huh?"

Hakran K'hal: :: leaning back in one of the chairs in the round-tabled meeting room, reviewing info on a padd ::

Rhan K'hal: Definitely. A security officer might punch you, or even shoot you. We can ruin your entire life.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks up :: Is he being scary Rhan again?

Rhan K'hal: :: full-fanged grin ::

Rhan K'hal: Obee> :: with Rex presumably in charge, tries to catch up with the goings on, but stops and blinks repeatedly at the pale moonboy in blue that just arrived on the bridge ::

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yes." :: She takes a seat. :: "Nothing I can't handle, though. I may not have hacked a computer network since high school but the holodeck? That's mine."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Alright. I'll leave you to it, then. ::Nods and turns, heading for the lift.::

Rhan K'hal: Obee> :: or is it green? teal? turquoise? shakes head ::

Hakran K'hal: :: swivels ears half back :: So long as you keep remembering to lock the door.

Hakran K'hal: Anyway.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene clears her throat to change the subject... :: "So what's up?"

Hakran K'hal: We're on a classified info gathering mission here. You report to me, or if I fall out of an airlock, go to Stanton.

Hakran K'hal: The device that caused the EMP is of Sheliak origin, but the device's memory had no other info as it was apparently wiped with the EMP.

William Chocox: Ooh boy. Reynolds! I'm going to need your help on this.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a brief ride in the lift, he stepped into medical to check on the transferred patients.::

Hakran K'hal: After refreshing my memory on the Sheliak, we have a very good reason to wonder why the hell one of the quadrants most accomplished hermits would suddenly either interfere with this ship transfer or be connected enough with someone that is involved.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene whips out a padd and starts taking notes. :: "It sounds like you need a computer expert--" :: Gesturing to Rhan. :: "--more than a geneticist..." :: With a frown. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: whistles, which is not a Caitian specialty thanks to the mouth architecture, but as usual he likes to show off ::

Hakran K'hal: No, but I also need someone with an analytic mind and with the clearance to do this. Which is you and you, Irene.

Cptn Swain: :In his quarters delivering the information to command::

Irene Mincine: :: She smiles at the praise. :: "Well, you've got that right." :: Her moods had really improved since their last mission, hadn't they?

Indaura Ryssan: :: to herself :: Who is the most disturbed on this ship? :: taps her screen :::

Hakran K'hal: So, what's your level of familiarity with the Sheliak? :: looks at both ::

Rhan K'hal: Beyond the Tau Cygna V incident and the general background, nothing specific.

Cptn Swain: ACTION: The Entire crew comes up on Indura's list, except Stanton.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrms. :: "Just what my mother's told me about them from her work as a diplomat. They really, really don't like outsiders. She'd rather get jabbed with a painstick than try to even reach one of their negotiators."

William Chocox: ((I want to take offense, but I feel like I can't.))

Rhan K'hal: (( hey, I'm weird as heck but well adjusted! ))

Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Better than I did, I couldn't even remember them when their name came up, had to look them up.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( LoL ))

Cptn Swain: << If you've been aboard this ship for any amount of time, you have a psych profile lmfao >>

Indaura Ryssan: :: Frowns :: Oh.. Maybe alphabetical.

William Chocox: ::starts scanning::

Irene Mincine: Irene> "So we're starting from nothing, basically?"

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: +Stanton+ Swain to Stanton

Hakran K'hal: Basically, but so long as we're discrete we can pull up whatever we need - if we hit any roadblocks, I'm assuming Stanton will unblock them.

Rhan K'hal: :: blows a raspberry :: Please, like I...

Hakran K'hal: No hacking.

Rhan K'hal: Awwwwww

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Go ahead, Captain.

Rhan K'hal: Party pooper.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks to the ceiling, and presumably beyond, for patience ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrms. :: "Well, nothing is where you start in my discipline pretty often." :: She chuckles at their exchange. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Decides to send a message to... Mr. William Chocox for a mental checkup and cleaning ::

Rhan K'hal: At least until they start pooing, then you have plenty.

Hakran K'hal: :: puts his face in his paws ::

Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Meet me in the transporter room in ::looks:: an hour.

Rhan K'hal: What, tell me it's not accurate.

William Chocox: ::looks at the ping:: Really? ::types back:: I'm kinda busy at the moment.

Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Apparently we aren't the only ones to find one of these things.

Irene Mincine: Iren> "If I have to see what comes out of a Sheliak on this mission, I'll throw myself into the warp core."

Irene Mincine: :: Irene> ::

Rhan K'hal: :: busts out laughing ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly surprised.:: +Swain+ Of course, sir. I'll meet you there.

Hakran K'hal: Before this conversation devolves further, let's get to work, shall we?

Cptn Swain: ...AND...

Rhan K'hal: Did Hawthorne lend you her whip before she left?


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