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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.19.20

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has received new orders to begin a mapping mission of the Sellaris Expanse, a relatively unexplored area of space on the edge of Federation space. We're currently en route to the Edrin Asteroid field where they will be stopping at an independent trading outpost.


Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM


Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking coffee in her office ::

Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives on the bridge to take over helm for the approach. She's wearing a black eyepatch instead of her usual yellow artificial eye. ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's at science, looking for anything cool or interesting in the asteroid field. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::main security, checking out the team::

William Chocox: ::Is down in engineering, totally not working on a stol-reappropriated Sheliak device::

Maryse Dubois: ::Wandering around the ship, since she doesn't often get the chance to do so.::

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, drinking tea as the stars stream by on the viewer. He shifted his weight in his chair. It still felt different from the old Command chair, but he'd get used to it.::

Hunter Matheson: ::finishing questions, he moves out:::

Hunter Matheson: ::into lift:: Bridge.

Cptn Swain: How long until we reach the asteroid field?

Rhan K'hal: :: using a stand-lean stool that he'd personally bolted into place at operations for this mission, still trying to suss out information on this station ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::In his usual spot on the bridge, reviewing the manifest list for the outpost. He muttered.:: Anyone notice that 'independent traders' automatically mean 'expensive'?

Hunter Matheson: ::doesn't take long, door opens, he steps out, gives formal recognition to the skipper and takes TAC::

Cptn Swain: ::Smirks over to Stanton:: Apparently a new consortium just took over management.

Irene Mincine: :: Val glances at her panel. :: "We'll be arriving shortly, Cap." :: She fidgets with her eyepatch, looking perturbed. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: grumbles, not overtly hostile anymore but still testy about supplies ::

Indaura Ryssan: This crew... :: looking over her patients ::

Cptn Swain: Drop us to impulse once we reach the outer beacons.

Hunter Matheson: ::pulling up tac info to check the area:::

Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, beacon Alpha approaching." :: She drops the ship to impulse. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (brb)

Cptn Swain: The last time I was on here... one of the security officers met this alien from the Xlatris sector. He thought they were being friendly. Turns out it planted its young in her ear.

Hunter Matheson: ::complete sweep and not much going past normal::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene perks up, hearing about the strange lifecycle of... something. :: Irene> "That's... I don't know whether that's gross or fascinating."

Rhan K'hal: :: mumbles something about replicating a helmet if he has to leave the ship ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> On the viewer a large asteroid field spreads out in front of them, a distant dwarf star providing some glimmer of light. In the distance a very not Federation outpost looms, several freighters circling it. Further off, the blue-green clouds of the Sellaris Expanse cost us a small mint in CGI.

Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives on the bridge.::

William Chocox: ::looks over at his personal outside viewer:: Ooh, pretty.

Rhan K'hal: :: squints not at the viewscreen but his display :: Excellent, one of the freighters is the Icove, I managed to divert it here with some supplies. We'll have to pay the station a fee, but they were too cagey about whether they had some of these things and I wasn't going on without them.

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps up to the railing.:: Ooo...

Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes flick toward helm, somewhat skeptical, then continues monitoring as he holds back a smirk at the doc's expression:::

Irene Mincine: :: Val adjusts her eyepatch, looking up at the viewscreen. She looks like she's seen things like this many times before. :: "Approaching beacon Delta, sir. Traffic control will want to hear from us soon."

Irene Mincine: :: Irene, meanwhile, is entranced. :: "Whoa..."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading ::

Rhan K'hal: They know we're here. They don't get shiny spaceships here often.

Rhan K'hal: :: smiles over at Maryse ::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip of coffee:: Request permission to dock.

Rhan K'hal: :: pushes a button :: Request away.

Maryse Dubois: Not to mention brand new ships straight out of the package.

Hakran K'hal: :: down in astrometrics with lieutenants Brasunch and Kenet ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Swain.:: So do you *know* who has taken over management of this place?

Cptn Swain: ::Wrinkles his nose:: Some new corporation. Othan Holdings or something?

Irene Mincine: Val glances over to Maryse, finally noticing her presence. :: "Hell of a time for my eye to need recalibration, huh? Was hoping they'd finish in the cybernetics lab before we arrived..."

Rhan K'hal: I've collated everything I could find on them, which isn't much. If they aren't Ferengi they've been taking lessons on layering assets.

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Hope nobody takes umbrage at a show of Federation... power? Shininess? Out here."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets out of her office, padd in hand ::

Cptn Swain: Something to keep in mind if you're on a boarding party. This isn't a Federation outpost.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Huh. Never heard of them.

Hunter Matheson: :::quick sweep of every ship in the area and no problem:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The dock controllers, a very ubiquitous looking alien, informs Excalibur they are to dock on pylon 2, port 3.

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps down towards helm.:: If it is causing discomfort, let me know. We can get it adjusted with a quick trip to sickbay.

Cptn Swain: Me either.

Rhan K'hal: :: shoots the info to Val since she's in a conversation ::

Irene Mincine: Val> :: Typing away on the console, she acknowledges Rhan's info and maneuvers to the correct docking port. :: "The cybernetics guys wanted to hold onto it for a while..." :: She points to her eyepatch. :: "Something about nervous irritation, I think."

Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: Standard away teams. This should be a good base of operations for us to conduct our survey mission. So let’s try not to make a mess first thing, hmm?

Maryse Dubois: Alright, but don't wait if something happens. Tell me as soon as possible. ::Heads back up to the upper area to lean on her rail again.::

Cptn Swain: Oh, and keep an eye out on Will, someone. I don't want him buying a cloaking device or something else shady.

Cptn Swain: Yet.

Cptn Swain: The warranty on this ship is still good.

William Chocox: ::starts compiling a shopping list with "Black Market Cloaking Device" on the top::

Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah, will do." :: She didn't seem too worried about it. She spoke up after that. :: "Approaching the docking port. I'll try not to scratch the fresh paint."

Hunter Matheson: ::glance to skipper, then Will, slight smirk thinking this is gonna be one hell of a mission:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I already have that part covered. ::Slyly.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: enters the mess hall ::

William Chocox: ::shudders as he feels a disturbance in the force::

Rhan K'hal: :: starts marshaling the transporter room and cargo bay staffs ::

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Looks to the command area. :: "Sir, I'd like to set up the sensor array to get as much info on that dwarf star as I can. Not every day they grab asteroid fields like this."

Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Officers thinking.

Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the lift onto the bridge just in time to hear that ::

Hakran K'hal: My, Irene, you're beginning to think outside the cell, I'm delighted.

Rhan K'hal: :: smirks ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets another coffee ::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea and stands:: Commander, you have the bridge.

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Xenobiology's more than just looking at fungi under a microscope." :: She smiled at Hakran and reconfigured the sensor array. ::

Rhan K'hal: We've received a canned welcome message from the station. Preceded by two minutes of ads.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The stations computer has a *curious* accent, but not something anyone can immediately place.

Hunter Matheson: ::spitting info to his superior, keeping him informed::

Rhan K'hal: So if anyone is looking for the most durable clothing in Denshala style, whatever the heck that is, there's a shop for that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods.:: Aye, Captain.

Cptn Swain: ::Swain heads off to his ready room::

Cptn Swain: ::Pauses just at the threshold:: Den'shala?

Rhan K'hal: Yes.

Irene Mincine: Val> :: Huh. :: "I thought they were on the run from the Cardassians for skinning endangered raptora minks. Or is that -Dar-shala?"

Cptn Swain: ::Makes a face:: Probably nothing.

William Chocox: ::gets the notification about away teams:: Whoo! Time to go explore a space station?

Hakran K'hal: :: steps up behind Irene :: What do we have?

Cptn Swain: ::Disappears into his ready room::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "Asteroids are full of ferromagnetic deposits that are scrambling the sensors, but I can compensate for it. Probably why the outpost is out here in the first place. One old star, though, with a typical composition for its age, as far as I can tell."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> It isn't a Federation station, I heard. ::To Chocox.:: Doesn't that make it a bit dangerous?

William Chocox: That's where the fun is! You can get all sorts of things here that you wouldn't be able to get at a Federation station.

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::getting the security teams ready to go to the station, sends a note upto to Hunter that he'd be joining one of them:

Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, looks up, responding aye, sir:::

Hakran K'hal: Then it has a magnetic personality.

Irene Mincine: :: Val, meanwhile, kept messing with her eyepatch. She looked a bit uncomfortable. ::

Rhan K'hal: Don't make me throw things across the bridge Hak.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene stopped what she was doing and gave a deadpan stare at Hakran. :: "If you're expecting a Klingon belly laugh, you're sadly mistaken."

Maryse Dubois: ::Walking over to Rhan.:: You caught the Captain's attention with that bit of info.

Rhan K'hal: :: looks at Maryse, nods :: Guess what I'll be looking up. :: starts doing so now ::

Hakran K'hal: :: looks as sheepish as a Cait can :: Sorry.

Hunter Matheson: :::security is on standby, he passes the commander with a respectful nod, then enters the lift::: Security.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hopefully no surprises from the past this time.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Federation Google only has a few references to it, and they all appear to be pointing towards a Romulan origin, but it could also be their word for potato salad.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene rests her elbow on the console, propping her head up with a hand on her ridges. :: "I'm more interested in the formation of this asteroid field at the moment."

Rhan K'hal: :: ear splits ::

Hunter Matheson: ::into security:: approaches Rex::: Master GSgt Matheson reporting as ordered, sir.

Irene Mincine: :: Val notices Rhan's ears... :: "What's up?"

Cptn Swain: Rex>> ::nods:: Since this isn't a Federation station, XO wants two security officers for every away team.

Hunter Matheson: ::remembering what the skipper said upstairs:::

Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Armed?

Rhan K'hal: Not the information I expected on that Den'shala. Only a few mentions, all looking to be Romulan. Though it could just be potato salad.

Rhan K'hal: We really need to improve our general information network.

Irene Mincine: :: Val hrmed. :: "Romulan info's pretty hard to come by. I've never heard of it, but I was on the other end of the quadrant during the war and aftermath."

Maryse Dubois: I couldn't agree more.

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Any signs of it being a capture rather than a natural?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Rhan.:: Romulan? I don't like the sound of that. Any references to the Othan Holdings?

Hunter Matheson: ::mentally picks the officers::considering the number of teams:::

Rhan K'hal: No. As I said, I collated everything I had found on Othan. You can check the files.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "The orbit's pretty eccentric. It could be from a large impact... maybe sending this data to astrophysics would get us more info."

William Chocox: You want to join me on the station Reynolds?

Hakran K'hal: Chiefe Erole would love to see it.

Hunter Matheson: ::already gearing up, ready to roll::: And how many teams are we talking about, sir?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded and shunted the sensor info down to astrophysics. :: "I'll get them on it."

Hunter Matheson: :::communication check:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... I guess? I mean... maybe it could be fun.

Hakran K'hal: Feel free to keep looking into it, unless you'd like to be our representative on the away team.

William Chocox: I'll show you how to have a good time on a non-Federation as an Engineer. It's a tradition passed down to me from my last Chief Engineer.

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hrmed. :: "I'm not going to be much help in astrophysics. Away team sounds fun."

Hunter Matheson: ::assuming the response::: Aye, sir. ::turns::: XO wants two for (x) away teams, head out.

William Chocox: Though, I imagine we're going to have babysitters so we'll have to lose them.

Hakran K'hal: Don't get into any trouble.

Hunter Matheson: And stick to them like Genezian glue! Got it?

Irene Mincine: Irene> "You know me better than thaaaaat."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes the last of her coffee ::

Hunter Matheson: Lose anyone and I have a lot of work for ya... and I mean a hell of a lot... and it won't be above deck.

Hakran K'hal: You're right. I should have said it twice. :: grins ::

Hunter Matheson: So paint 'em. Got it? :::rapid response:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins and departs the bridge. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I heard he was really good at getting into trouble. ::slightly concerned.::


Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM


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