Chirakis

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are still on the trail of the illness. They believe that an element in caffeine might be the trigger for extreme fatigue, nightmares, and hallucinations. As a precaution, Captain Chirakis has banned coffee and anything else containing caffeine in CnC. Aboard USS Missouri, personnel are experiencing allergic reactions, source unknown. Admiral Mulligan has informed Captain Chirakis that Ragor Tal, a powerful and merciless leader, is now connected to the Alien Alliance.

Times One Thousand In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. It was like the glitches times one thousand. ~Scott Coleridge Captain Chirakis arrived in CnC well before the change of watch, after her daily bout with Lt Klaxon in the security complex training room. Having been given orders to ignore her rank and fight to kill, the lieutenant had become quite an opponent and had mastered skills that could have easily ended her life. But this morning? His steps were uneven, his movements awkward, and his attacks slow. He was disoriented and often unable to focus. Kirel grabbed his shoulders, but he seemed to be in another world. “Lieutenant?” No response. She gave him a firm shake. “Klaxon! Respond!” His eyes glazed over. A trainer on the adjacent mat took firm hold just before Klaxon fainted. He called for assistance and beamed him to medical. Extreme fatigue had overtaken him, as it had many on Aegis. An hour later, the Officer of the Watch turned to the sound of the command lift. “Good morning, Captain,” he said on approach. “Situation normal.” “No ‘AFU’ this morning?” She asked, referring to SNAFU with a wry grin. Her glance swept the area: a ritual honed from SI-5 days, but still pertinent for any entry as far as she was concerned. “No ‘AFU’ this morning, ma’am. Coffee?” “Coffee?” she said sternly. “Decaffeinated, ma’am. It’s supposed to have everything… uh… all the bad stuff removed, ma’am.” Having just dealt with Klaxon, she didn’t trust anything remotely connected with coffee—at least until science and medical verified its use. “Remove the coffee, Lieutenant,” she said quietly, but firmly. “Remove everything even remotely connected to coffee, caffeine, or otherwise until Dr Pavilion pronounces it harmless. Understood?” “Yes, Captain.” After a curt nod she entered her office. Admiral Mullins of Federation Security would soon appear onscreen. In ordinary times they had reported weekly, but these were not ordinary times. Their weekly reports were now daily, encryption was beyond the norm, and security protocol was engaged in her office. Kirel’s desk viewscreen soon came alive with the image of Admiral Mullins. He seemed weary, as though he’d been awake all night, and a man of his age certainly did not need to. It triggered an alarm, like waiting for the next shoe to drop. “Good morning, Kirel. You’re early.” “As are you, Admiral. Should I ask why, or should I leave well enough alone?” The admiral’s slight grunt turned into a smirk. “Well enough alone is best. Report?” “Yes, Admiral.” She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk and thumb through her tablet. “Regarding glitches on station, those have surprisingly disappeared. However, we are now dealing with ...” She checked her list. “... approximately fifty three crew and some families who have extreme fatigue, strange dreams—they call them ‘nightmares’—and hallucinations. Science and medical are working diligently to diagnose the problem. “USS Missouri’s work on the Alien Alliance stealth ship is progressing. They have broken the ship’s code. Apparently a species similar to our gremlins—small, ignorant, and naive—was convinced to take the ship and breach Aegis’s space, for reasons unknown. No personnel of the Alien Alliance were aboard. “Missouri also reports that their personnel have fallen ill with symptoms similar to, but not the same as ours. So far, their illness presents itself as an allergic reaction. Captain d’Ka will give you more information. That is all I have at the moment, Admiral.” As Kirel relaxed in her chair, Admiral Mullins nodded into a dire expression, staring at the viewscreen. His exhaustion had turned suddenly to grief. His hands folded, he leaned forward and took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Thank you, Kirel.” He paused again, wiping a hand down his face before continuing. “Kirel…. two of our best operatives were taken hostage... and brutally tortured for information. Knowing these men, I doubt that they revealed anything. What was left of their bodies was bagged and sent to Starfleet Command with a note from….” Mullins stopped to stare at her. “... Ragor Tal.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/17/20 = /\ = = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 = /\ = No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. We are still trying to pin down the reason for illness. The illness seems to be selective. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex to discuss the same problem aboard USS Missouri. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering with Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: ::in the medical complex, waiting::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, thinking:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, just finished dealing with Scott:: mimipavilion: ::and explaining going over duty shifts:: Tarisa: ::In sickbay, hoping she can help isolate the situation.:: Jylliene: ::logging out of Ops:: Chirakis: ::as she thumbs through the information from Missouri, she wonders what the difference is::: Scott Coleridge: ::hanging out with Chirakis in sickbay, just changing it up to keep things interesting:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis, trying to help comfort Annisha.:: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Chirakis:: Can I help you Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::responding to questions about the no stimulants policy:: Chirakis: :::hands Scott the PADD::: Commander, this information is interesting. Dacia Sandero: I wonder, it is only caffeinated beverages that is causing people to go through with these symptoms? Jylliene: ::heads toward quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks it over:: That's one word for it. Tarisa: ::Looking to Dacia.:: Have you tried blood testing? Maybe compare it to past medical logs? Chirakis: ::stands::: Dr Pavilion, Captain d'Ka has information regarding the illness that their personnel are experiencing. Dacia Sandero: I know raktajino doesn't use caffeine, as caffeine is a Terran stimulant. We don't have any Klingons reporting to feel these symptoms. I wonder if that is due to their physiology or if raktajino is affected by this virus. Chirakis: And... if you can spare her, Dr Sandero should know. Dacia Sandero: We could try that. Jylliene: ::enters quarters:: Dacia Sandero: I wonder if there's anyone we know who consume it exclusively that's non-Klingon and if they too are experiencing anything abnormal. mimipavilion: ::a bit surprised:: OK ::Dacia:: Can you come here for a bit? Dacia Sandero: ::turns around:: Yeah, sure. ::heads over:: Tarisa: I would recommend testing those that are unaffected too. It could be that we have this as well, we just have not shown symptoms yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Annisha back to their quarters :: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana after Annisha's dad came to pick her up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I hope she feels better... Chirakis: And so we do not disturb those in the complex, perhaps a private area? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: We'll do that. Yes, can I help you? ::to Mimi and the captain:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Let's go to my office. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, I hope so too. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows:: Chirakis: ::enters the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Adjusting his UT as they walk back :: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Dr. Pepper:: thank you so much for coming. That seemed to go well mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk:: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: I think she'll be fine. Maybe she just needs a glass of warm milk, that always seems to help me sleep. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Thanks, Lieutenant. I think that went as well as could be expected. We'll keep you in touch if we find anything of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: translator gave a loud chirp, Annisha jumps :: Sorry.... :: pauses :: Oh, it works now. Tarisa: Miana> Mmm Chirakis: :::settles into a chair:: Doctor, I received this information from Missouri. They are having a problem with illness as well. ::passes the PADD from Scott to Mimi::: Scott Coleridge: ::waiting for the doctors' reactions:: Dacia Sandero: ::reads the PADD over someone's shoulder:: Chirakis: As you can see, their illnesses are slightly different from ours. mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD, reviewing the info::surprised:: That's... odd. Dacia Sandero: Interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::Dr. Pepper:: Send my thanks to your department as well. I'm actually off shift, but I will make sure everyone is checked up on Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Sure, thanks will do. Dacia Sandero: ::noting the difference in symptoms as well:: Alexis McFarland: You feeling hungry or something? Wanna go get something to eat? mimipavilion: I take it the symptoms started about the same time as us. Chirakis: ::nod:: They did. Approximately the same time. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil's office. Tempted to move in his stuff, but decides against it. Besides, it's time for a much needed break:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments or minutes later Annisha and Nijil enter their quarters :: Chirakis: You might not be aware that they are putting together the pieces of the destroyed stealth starship that tried to attack Aegis. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Yes! Nijil tr'Korjata: (watch for traps. Scratch that) Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm, okay. Dacia Sandero: (and water his rhododendrons!) mimipavilion: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Wow… Chirakis: ::Nods:: Unfortunately, the species that navigated that ship was one similar to the Gremlins on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: I imagine they too are working long hours with copious amounts of coffee? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the lift to the commerce area:: Dacia Sandero: Ahh... mimipavilion: Hmmm... Chirakis: :::Dacia:: I doubt that caffeine itself is the cause. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Ideas, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He escorts Annisha to their couch then brings up the UT specs on the big screen :: Scott Coleridge: If our difficulties stem from the ship, then that might explain why we're having trouble understanding them. Dacia Sandero: Probably not, I suppose. Scott Coleridge: Since everything about this ship is inscrutably stealthy Chirakis: ::pondering that point::: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks, but doesn't know enough about Missouri to go far with that:: Dacia Sandero: :::doesn't know about the Missouri to have an opinion either way: Scott Coleridge: I wonder, if Missouri were to... move farther away... would Aegis recover? Scott Coleridge: That is, is this a proximity phenomenon? Alexis McFarland: ::thinks St. Louis is a fine city, as she makes her way to the food court:: Blubby's again, or somewhere else? mimipavilion: I'm wondering if the stealth ship is emitting some type of radiation that is affecting everyone. Has anyone beamed over from the Missouri recently? Chirakis: No, not from Missouri. However, I did go to Missouri at the request of the captain. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up from a seat in Main Engineering. Realizes he had just engaged in microsleep:: Chirakis: It's possible that I brought it back. And I am immune, as is Captain d'Ka. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Annisha, now lying down :: Father, will the dreams stop? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Wouldn't hurt for you to get another to see what we didn't see the first time. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope so. :: Nijil says, looking at the UT logs :: Chirakis: ::checks to see if the doctor's door is secure::: It's interesting that not all species on Aegis are getting the illness. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a deep breath,picks up a PADD and walks around engineering checking on the condition of the engineers:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Blubby's is fine. mimipavilion: ::nods:: True. Chirakis: And.. unfortunately... there is another possibility that we should consider. Dacia Sandero: ::::nods:: Mm, yes mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Which is? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to get Annisha something to calm her. Tea perhaps :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: Chirakis: :::dour expression::: The gremlin-like species that moved to attack Aegis might have been sent there to spread whatever the illness is… Meaning that it could have been done specifically to send out a strain of virus to destroy us on Aegis. Though it is highly unlikely. Dacia Sandero: We could run some tests, I imagine we must have DNA samples from the gremlins on hand? Chirakis: We do. Jylliene: ::arrives at their quarters:: Jylliene: ::enters:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I take the Missouri medical team has done a thorough scan of the pilot. Chirakis: They have... what was left of the pilot. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger with cheese and a jumja juice:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the most of the engineers are doing fine at this time, heading to the upper decks to check on the work orders in progress:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah Jylliene.. I got my translator working. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on some nuggies.:: Mmm... Chirakis: I do believe that it is interesting that not everyone on station is infected. And the engineers have only one infected. Alexis McFarland: At least I'm glad you seem to be sleeping good. Jylliene: ::grins:: Good to hear you and recognize what you're saying. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm speaking some obscure language for reasons I've not looked into yet Jylliene: How's Annisha? Scott Coleridge: It's hard to tell who's "infected" or not. Chirakis: True. Scott Coleridge: Because the symptoms match ordinary fatigue. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Me too. Everyone in my family seems fine. mimipavilion: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: Yes, true. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to where she is on the couch :: Tired from her dreams... I think she is reliving her experience on that planet with the mineral. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Same as with my family. Jylliene: ::frowns:: Chirakis: :::looks to the doctors::: So my question is: how should we proceed? Scott Coleridge: What if we switched to half-shifts for the next few days and enforced extra rest periods? To reduce the number of false positives caused by fatigue. Then we quarantine anyone who shows symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: ::notices a few of the engineers seem to be more affected on the upper decks.... sends them to medical to be checked out:: Scott Coleridge: If this condition is contagious, perhaps that would help us contain it. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical Dacia Sandero: ::Scott:: I think that's a good start. Nijil tr'Korjata: Her bad dreams.. my repeat dreams of seeing the same wo- person over and over. I'm not even me in them. mimipavilion: I agree with Scott Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::nods, then waiting for Mimi to answer the com::: mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Go ahead. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ I have some engineers working on the upper decks who seem to be more affected by the fatigue. I'm sending them to get checked out. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Alright we'll be ready. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Kenyon out Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: I may as well tell... in my dream I am always a...woman. I don't know why and I don't know who I am. Maybe I should see a counselor about this. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jylliene :: How about you? Any dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::sticking around on the upper decks to run some environmental scans:: Chirakis: I understand that Lt Commander Tarisa has been working on the project as well. Perhaps she should be informed. Jylliene: Nothing unusual. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Jylliene: You know, back at the academy to take a class I somehow forgot to take, arriving at the CnC in pajamas, all the usual stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know you will think it's funn- Not unusual? Jylliene: No, I have both of those from time to time. Chirakis: Anything else? :::glance around:: Jylliene: ::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: Not for me.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Being male, or another person? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Not at the moment. Jylliene: No, both as me. Nijil tr'Korjata: I keep on having very similar dreams. I always see the same other woman in the dream and I always wake up lying down. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, both... Jylliene: Well, don't you usually wake up lying down? Jylliene: I usually see you asleep lying down... Scott Coleridge: Nothing else from me Chirakis: Very well. ::reaches for the PADD:: We will continue the observations. Keep us apprised. ::stands to exit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I-I suppose. :: walks around, rubbing Annisha's hair as he passes :: I'm in some kind of lab...nothing I've seen before. Not Federation. not Rihan. Johnson Kenyon: ::not seeing anything different on the scans, continues moving down, deck by deck mimipavilion: ::hands back the PADD:: Chirakis: ::exits the medical complex, then into the lift, holding it for Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Chirakis: :::as they proceed to CnC::: Interesting situation. It actually makes little sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::three engineers walk into Medical:: reporting as ordered. Chirakis: A distraction? Jylliene: Anything you might have seen in the background at some point? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm told to remain calm.. she knows my name. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out back to the main sickbay:: Jylliene: Or on an away mission, but have forgotten? Chirakis: ::the lift stops and the doors open:: mimipavilion: ::exits her office into main medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: On the displays? Not a language I know, although with my speech problem perhaps it's related. Chirakis: :::Scott:: Get some rest, Commander. I will put out the word for half shifts, just to be careful. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: We'll figure this out eventually. Chirakis: ::nod:: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the engineers:: Yes, please head over to the bio beds. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's an iconographic language. Johnson Kenyon: ::3 engineers sit on the bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits at the table :: Chirakis: ::stops by the OIC::: Anything to report? Nijil tr'Korjata: It's keeping my mind off of not being the Chief. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::does detailed scans of each of the engineers:: Chirakis: Officer in Command> No, ma'am. It's unusually quiet. Jylliene: ::sits with him:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Enough about me. How far along are you? Chirakis: I will be in my office. Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> ::an engineer, looks at the nurse:: Do you have any idea what this is? Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to where Tarisa is (if she's still around) to brief her of what's happened:: Jylliene: Not very. I'll let the med team finish with this emergency before I bother them with something that should be fairly mundane. Chirakis: ::enters, and when the door closes, she tosses the PADD on her desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are different species, so there are certain considerations, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I'm not entirely sure at the moment. Rumour has it, this might be some sort of virus. Chirakis: ::then stares out the window::: Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::considers the information she had received:: Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> A virus? I just thought it was the lack of coffee. Jylliene: True. I've looked up a fair bit on different known pairings and the results, but there's not a lot on your species. More on Vulcans, and I've tried to postulate a bit based on those. Jylliene: ::shrug:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continuing to scan deck by deck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to embrace her :: Jylliene: I can go speak to them sooner rather than later, if it would make you feel better. Jylliene: ::smiles, hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: If you are not worried I am not worried Tarisa: :;Standing by a console in sickbay, watching the staff interact with the engineers.:: Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I only heard about it recently. That's what people are saying. ::shrugs:: Jylliene: I'm not going to say I'm not entirely worried, it just pales in comparison to other things happening. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 7 AM. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: More dreams... Chirakis: A good time to write a log ::slight grin:: Scott Coleridge: None from me Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis Medical, Science, and Engineering personnel continue to pin down the reason for illness aboard Aegis. Several ideas are being discussed. Strangely enough, the virus seems to be selective. So far, Tarisa, Miana, Dr Pavilion, Dr Sandero, Lt Kenyon, and most engineers have not succumbed to the infection. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex with information that the USS Missouri’s crew has also experienced random illness. At the moment, the captain’s concern goes beyond the illness, believing that it might be a planned attack by the Alien Alliance. However, if that were the case, all personnel on the station would be infected, and the virus would strike simultaneously without warning.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/10/20 = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Bad dreams and/or hallucinations continue for some. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering is checking environmental systems. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::waiting for Tarisa's team to finish analyzing the replicated coffee:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, looking over the scans of those who are affected:: Chirakis: ::in her office, sorting information, listening to some, ignoring others::: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha probably:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::aboard Missouri:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tarisa: ::Still in Sickbay.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the compiled list of any and all fluctuations in the environmental system log:: Alexis McFarland: ::looking over the medical reports:: Dacia Sandero: ::looking over the medical reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks over at Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Borrowing a Med Lab station to analyze the replicated coffee.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He had to leave the CnC for a while, all the noise was too much :: Chirakis: ::her door is open. The Officer of the Watch is pacing for some reason, which is somewhat distracting:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa:: Annisha: :: Annisha looked worn out :: Alexis McFarland: Didn't get a good sleep last night? Jylliene: ::drumming fingers on the console:: Johnson Kenyon: ::waited in the sickbay for about an hour before being recalled back to engineering.... now in Main engineering reading work logs:: Tarisa: Miana> Aw... Annisha: N-na. Alexis McFarland: That's too bad. A lot of people seem to be having problems sleeping. Mostly the engineers I think. Chirakis: :::feeling somewhat better than she did early on, but in the need of coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ::wonders if there's any correlation between the coffee and what's going on, she still reads over the reports as well:: Johnson Kenyon: ::not happy with what he's reading... thinking medical and science had better figure something out soon or he'll lose a few engineers:: mimipavilion: ::starts noticing roughly the same thing among those who are affected... high counts of stimulants, something normally found in caffeinated beverages:: Tarisa: I do not see coffee as the direct cause... ::Thinks:: But perhaps caffeine boosts whatever is affecting some of the crew. Jylliene: ::checks a few things:: mimipavilion: ::goes to stand at the door of her office:: Hey Dacia can I discuss something with you? Dacia Sandero: Excess caffeine? Yes, drinking too much would lead to sleep deprivation and stress... yes, sure Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still down in the commerce level, drinking tea and trying to stay calm :: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::talking to the deck officer as they continue to investigate the black-hulled ship stealth ship::: Annisha: Are au two having nightmares? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: But somehow it is being elevated to extremes. Scott Coleridge: ::walking down the commerce level, notices Nijil and detours towards him:: Alexis McFarland: No, I've had pretty good dreams lately. Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: I slept very well last night. Johnson Kenyon: ::reading reports of environmental checks now:: Annisha: :: frowns :: Really? :: looks at her feet :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking in the park, a place he rarely goes :: Chirakis: :::exits her office, deciding that she's had enough dealing with SF Command::: Dacia Sandero: Hmm, all this extra work does lead to more consumption. Alexis McFarland: Aww, sorry. Alexis McFarland: You're having bad dreams? Chirakis: :::ah, the perks of being so far away from them.. unless they decide to visit::sighs:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Lt Kenyon to Doctor Sandero mimipavilion: ::sits behind her desk:: Noticed the high counts of caffeine, uh. Yep, too much work will do that. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yes, go ahead. Annisha: :: Shakes her head :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Tell me you found something in the coffee, Doctor Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ We're still analyzing it, but it doesn't seem to be like the key contributor at the moment. Chirakis: :::coffee, yes::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: How are you doing? Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm reading engineering reports of environmental system checks and not seeing anything obvious, but I am seeing an increasing spike in injuries and sleepiness Nijil tr'Korjata: Uso pele. Chirakis: ::then proceeds to her usual pace around CnC, stopping by Jylliene::: Commander, you're working overtime today? mimipavilion: ::listens to Dacia talk to Kenyon, pondering the idea of restricting the caffeinated beverages until the computer virus is eliminated:: Jylliene: I was feeling restless. I thought it might help. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: throws up his hands :: O lau tautalaga e le o Roma Jylliene: At least for a bit. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Maybe due to excess consumption of caffeine? It does lead to long term fatigue and crashes.. but it’s a double-edged sword as people need the energy to stay alert with all these extra hours people have been working. Chirakis: Restless, as in.... unable to sleep? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Annisha:: Poor Annisha. Maybe you need some warm milk or some tea? That helps me sleep better. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Sorry, I don't recognize that language. Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Excess caffeine consumption, huh? How can I restrict caffeine intake? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Writes in his padd :: "I'm fine, but I can't speak Rihan or standard." Tae'Lynn Dran: ::shakes head at the lack of results. Sets the padd aside and gets up to take a walk:: Jylliene: No...not nearly as much as Nijil. Jylliene: A little, but nothing unusual for me. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Perhaps we'll have to limit caffeine-based drinks or energy stimulants. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the injury reports to see if caffeine intake is an issue:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes in his padd again :: "Medical does not know what is going on. No suspected brain damage." mimipavilion: ::Dacia, softly:: My thoughts exactly. Tarisa: +Dran+ Did you find anything in the environmentals? Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ It should help, but I don't know if this is the main issue of what's been happening. We've still gotta look into that in more detail. Chirakis: :::slight pause to mull that over::: Understandable. Dacia Sandero: ::nods at Mimi:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ yes, Doctor, but without those stimulants how will we keep our crew alert? We need an alternative. Do I tell them to take naps? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes again :: I am having vivid dreams, Annisha is having nightmares. :: shows Coleridge :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Nothing of quantifiable significance. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Scott Coleridge: ::reads the PADD, mollified to hear that the doctors are aware of his condition:: Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need? Jylliene: I hope you're not suffering their effects? Tarisa: ::Frowns:: +Dran+ I am in medical. I'm thinking of running a test involving caffeine. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ If it helps, yes. We'll have to look into more holistic solutions to boost alertness. Chirakis: :::watching the commander without intruding::: Explain "their effects". Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shows him after he writes :: "Let me know if I become a woman like in my dreams. There's nothing I can think of.." Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Interesting. Do you need help? Tarisa: +Dran+ Yes, if you would like. Annisha: :: has a daydream :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ On my way. Jylliene: All of this sleeplessness. Jylliene: I prefer you alert. You probably do too. Jylliene: ::slight smile:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sends a message calling for an ALL ENGINEERING staff meeting in 15-minute. Exceptions by approval only:: Dacia Sandero: ::to Mimi::: I wonder, what else could boost alertness aside from caffeine? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: notices something on his padd :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm calling an All Hands meeting of my staff. Do you want to send someone to address them? It might go over easier when I take away their stimulants. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the edge of the water :: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm sure we'll figure this out soon. ::trying to sound confident, not sure at all:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Faafetai tele le kapeteni Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yeah. we'll send someone over. I wouldn't blame your staff not taking it well. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'm thinking of restricting access to the caffeinated drinks until the computer issue is resolved. Chirakis: ::putting aside her coffee:: Sleeplessness. Yes, I have had a few sleepless nights... and days, for that matter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shows him the padd again :: "The language I can speak, it's old, more than 1000 years old." :: shrugs :: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: That's a good plan for now. Jylliene: You carry more weight on your shoulders than many of us. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: I ignore most of it. Dacia Sandero: Sure, that sounds like a good idea, I think. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finds Tarisa:: Scott Coleridge: That's fascinating. Chirakis: Especially when it comes to... well, let us not go there. Jylliene: ::grins:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon to OPS Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops here. Scott Coleridge: I wonder how that wo… ::breaks off, knowing that's not what Nijil wants to hear:: Chirakis: ::nods hearing the call:: Carry on, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: raises his brow :: Tarisa: ::Waves Dran over.:: I did an initial test on coffee itself with no conclusive results. But we do believe caffeine might be an enhancer to what is going on. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis in acknowledgement:: mimipavilion: I'm pretty sure that it will be. Might need to look into the schedules of those who are affected, like if their working multiple shifts. Chirakis: :::casual walk toward the commerce deck to watch those below enjoying the afternoon::: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile?}} Annisha: Na na! I did not want to kill him! :: yells out to no one :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, that should help. Alexis McFarland: Kill whom? Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I have been discussing the problem with medical and have decided to take my staff off stimulants; It might be a bumpy ride till they recover Chirakis: :::blink::: {{Yes?}} Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at Annisha yelling.:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Is any of your crew ill?}} Annisha: :: starts to cry :: I just wanted to get away - off the planet! Tae'Lynn Dran: Very possible. I do know such stimulants are not uniform in their effects even within a species. It actually makes me sleepy and it's a common bedtime beverage at home. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ How are they going to deal with lack of sleep if they don't have that to get them through shift? Alexis McFarland: ::frowns, not sure what to do:: Jylliene: ::curious:: Chirakis: {{Not any more ill than usual. Why do you ask?}} Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I'll authorize cat naps where needed, we'll have to suffer through it mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll work with the command staff on figuring out how many multiple shifts of those affected since this issue has begun. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm about to go get checked out in sickbay myself. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Take care. Let me know if you need anything…. I'm serious. Night or day. Call me… er, send me a message. Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: That's good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ either the stimulants are the problem or they are making the problem worse Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves :: Tarisa: Have you experienced bad sleeping behaviors? Jylliene: ::wonders how they're getting the cat naps, either:: +Kenyon+ Acknowledged. What would you like me to do? Cptn d'Ka: @{{A situation on Missouri. Forwarding information to you.}} Dacia Sandero: Me? No, not in particular. Though I tend not to consume too much caffeine; maybe one or two cups of tea a day. Chirakis: {{My office.}} Tae'Lynn Dran: Some disturbing dreams. Dacia Sandero: Yourself? Scott Coleridge: ::heads for sickbay:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Of course, Kh’éile.}} Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ((a lot of tea has caffeine too)) Annisha: :: Crying and holding on to Alexis :: I killed a man Lexi... Annisha: I keep on dreaming of it... Alexis McFarland: ::holds Annisha:: There there.. ::thinks:: I think I remember you telling me this when we first met. I thought you stopped having those dreams. Annisha: I did.. Tarisa: I believe certain species are either immune or slower to respond to what is happening. My race in particular, and Betazeds neither have reported problems. Alexis McFarland: You're having them again? Recently? Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns as she snuggles Annisha and Alexis.:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Please inform the command staff Chirakis: ::casually continues her usual pace around CnC, then enters her office, closing the door behind her::: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana too:: Annisha: Yeah.. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: That's right Tae'Lynn Dran: Might need to do a survey of the major species on board. I believe Human and Romulan are two of the larger populations. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I will. Anything else I can do for you? Dacia Sandero: The Vulcans I.ve spoken too also don't seem to be affected Jylliene: ::preps the message:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: We should consider Medical to begin taking blood samples as well. Scott Coleridge: ::enters sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Fortunately I am not that affected. I was affected, but had sufficient rest and have been sleeping find since Chirakis: :::leaning against her desk, she pages through the information sent by d'Ka:: Dacia Sandero: ::if you're still in Sickbay::: Yeah, we can do that. Chirakis: {{You are certain of this?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Good to hear. mimipavilion: Ok Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Did you talk to anyone about it, your parents or Dr. Davis? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nice of the Captain to visit, but still a bit depressed. Perhaps Annisha was having a better time :: Tae'Lynn Dran: No effect among Vulcans... or they simply won't admit to anything as emotional as a bad dream. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{As certain as we can be given the circumstances.}} Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing engineers pile into Main Engineering for the meeting:: +OPS+ I need to go. Kenyon out. Annisha: Just my father and when I go home I go to bed.. Chirakis: ::still paging through:: {{Are you affected?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I shall send your message right away. Ops out. Dacia Sandero: Could be as well, though I didn't notice anything different with their brain patterns. Could've been hiding it though. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{I am not.}} Jylliene: ::finishes editing the message, then sends it to command staff, notifying them of Kenyon's directive.:: Alexis McFarland: Aw, I see. Sorry you're having them again. Scott Coleridge: ::locates the doctors:: Alexis McFarland: Dr. Davis should help. Didn't she help you the first time? Jylliene: ::((Reminder, directive was all stimulants verboten for Engineering)):: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Scott:::Oh, hello there? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if he explained he needs someone from medical right away:: mimipavilion: ::sees Scott:: Oh hi Jylliene: ((nope, that was not mentioned)) Tarisa: ::Notices Scott entering.:: Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::Arrives in Engineering:: Chirakis: ::pages through one more time before exiting the office::: Scott Coleridge: Hello, doctors. I've come to volunteer myself for experimentation. Johnson Kenyon: ::Main engineering is filled with engineering staff trying to find seats. only standing room left:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'll take care of Scott. Dacia Sandero: Sure thing. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Volunteers, never really happens here. Dacia Sandero: That's incredible timing. Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: :::as she passes by the watch officer::: I will be in medical if I am needed. Scott Coleridge: I know! But I've had some interesting yet intermittent symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: (wait a minute... Dr. Pepper is a stimulant!) Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Hello. Scott Coleridge: So I thought I would add one more data point to your set. Dacia Sandero: (The irony.. lol) Johnson Kenyon: Nice to meet you, Doctor, were you briefed on this discussion? Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: I am curious Commander, have you recently had any sort of caffeine? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Never hurts, but I think there may be a temporary solution until we get the computer issue solved. Annisha: :: only sniffing now :: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the time for the meeting has come:: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Please take a seat. Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Yes, I have chief. Johnson Kenyon: Roger that... I'll start and have you near in case of questions Dacia Sandero: (Caffeine free Dr. Pepper) Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Yes, very well. Johnson Kenyon: (now you tell me) Chirakis: :::the command lift stops and she steps out to enter the medical complex::: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands on a chair:: Settle down everyone. I'll try to make this brief. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::joins the crowd come to poke and prod the Commander:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I had a great deal of caffeine yesterday, because I slept very poorly. Alexis McFarland: ::still hugs Annisha:: Aww. I wish I can do more to help Scott Coleridge: Last night I slept much better, and I haven't had any caffeine today. Johnson Kenyon: As you know, many of the crew are experiencing bad dreams and sleepiness... Tarisa: I see. Dacia Sandero: ::overhears:: Hmm. mimipavilion: That maybe the difference. mimipavilion: ::takes a tricorder and scans Scott:: Annisha: I don't want au to catch what I have. Johnson Kenyon: Medical and science are reviewing the problem and believe our stimulants are not helping the situation and may be contributing to the problem Alexis McFarland: Hmm, but we never killed anyone. Alexis McFarland: I killed a fly once that buzzed around my head, but that's it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still snuggling.:: I feel fine. Chirakis: ::takes a seat and waves off another doctor who approaches, then she rereads the information from Missouri:: Johnson Kenyon: Therefore, I am ordering all engineering staff to refrain from stimulant food and drinks until further notice. Tarisa: ::Perks up as she notices the Captain had entered.:: Annisha: As my father told me once, at the end of the day this is my demon alone. Johnson Kenyon: ::bit of an angry uproar is heard:: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WORK! Scott Coleridge: ::being scanned:: Chirakis: ::notices Tarisa as well, but continues to read::: Scott Coleridge: It was the strangest thing. I would have chalked it up to just a bad night's sleep, but Captain Chirakis and a few others looked very worn today. Scott Coleridge: I wonder if something's going around? mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan and looks at the analysis:: Dacia Sandero: ::goes over::: Oh hello, Captain. Are you also feeling symptoms too? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinking some tea :: Johnson Kenyon: ::raises arms high:: Yes, I know you would have that concern. So, I'm authorizing micro-breaks as needed to maintain alertness... Alexis McFarland: Hm, I hope you can conquer it.. ahh, again. Tarisa: ::Walking over.:: I do not usually frequent Medical, but I do find it odd that the Command Staff would both visit at the same time. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::quietly:: I'd also recommend trying to limit hours as much as you can to allow people to get rest. Chirakis: ::looks up when she realizes that Dacia is speaking to her::: Chirakis: Dr. Sandero. Apologies. I am somewhat absorbed in my work. Dacia Sandero: Of course, I can come back when you're ready. Chirakis: I had symptoms, but they seem to have subsided. Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Doctor:: Furthermore, any non essential duties will be curtailed to allow for additional off duty time Annisha: I heard a rumor from a shopkeeper who heard it from a customer who heard it from a maintenance crew who overheard a nurse who heard it in earshot of a Doctor that the whole station is having bad dreams. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you want to add anything? Chirakis: I'm in good health, Doctor. I can wait. Alexis McFarland: That might explain why so many people seem to be more edgier than usual. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes his eyes, mumbles:: Afai oi ai oe, falia oe lava. Johnson Kenyon: ::from the engineers present:: How's more sleep going to help with my nightmares! I can't sleep without getting them! Dacia Sandero: Dr Pepper> If you're feeling tired, try to take periodic breaks even if it is just to take a walk or something. Chirakis: :::actually waiting for Scott::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: splashes some water on his face, pretty sure the groundskeeper would not approve :: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Well, seems the caffeine consumption that you had yesterday is within limited perimeters. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at the doctor:: Anything for nightmares? Scott Coleridge: That's good to know. I think. Annisha: This seems like something my people would do, or would have done. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::thinks, more people having nightmares:: Maybe we can prescribe you some medication to help you all sleep. mimipavilion: ::notes the Captain at one of the biobeds:: There's something that I could use some help from you and the captain. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::backing away from the delta stealth fighter, he enters the lift and proceeds to the bridge::: Johnson Kenyon: ::addressing engineering:: If you have nightmares, see medical and they may prescribe something to help you sleep; Bottomline is the Stimulants are only hiding the problem Johnson Kenyon: We cannot rely on them anymore Johnson Kenyon: Now, the good Doctor and I will remain and talk to anyone who has questions. The rest of you are dismissed Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Dacia Sandero: ::Checks on their stock of sleep medication:: Annisha: I just want rest.. :: sighs :: Alexis McFarland: Maybe Dacia can give you something to sleep? But I think Medical is going to be busy. Dacia Sandero: We have a good stock. mimipavilion: ::Scott and Chirakis:: Could use some help going through duty shifts of those that have been affected by stimulants, like coffee and such, particularly those who have had multiple shifts. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: We're going to pick up from here, so no TBS Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: good SIM Chirakis: Good crews make good sims. Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Several of the crew continue to have bad dreams and/or hallucinations, both of which could easily be caused by stress. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering personnel are checking environmental systems.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/3/20 = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 23 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are working on viral attacks. Most of us are suffering from stress and lack of sleep. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::Ops, CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Chirakis: :::CnC, after visiting medical for tests::: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping with her Kitty:: Johnson Kenyon: ::leading a meeting in Main Engineering:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping peacefully.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the commerce level in his civilian clothes :: Tarisa: ::Steps into the labs, heading for her office.:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, looking much more alert today:: Chirakis: ::in her office with the door open, not as much alert as she should be::: Annisha: :: Eating her cereal, but there's a disturbance brewing in her mind :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to the Engineering Department:: As of right now, everyone is to have a buddy engineer. You will all work in pairs. Anyone who experiences excessive fatigue or hallucinations. Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles her kitty's furry back:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the life science lab. Rubbing her eyes as she tries to focus on the microscope display:: Johnson Kenyon: ...are to report to Medical immediately. If your buddy fails to go to Medical, you will be held responsible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits down at a popular cafe and orders a light breakfast :: Johnson Kenyon: ...Anyone found without their buddy within direct line of sight, will be disciplined. Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office after a long night::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over his console with a coffee in his hand and a yawn on his face :: Dacia Sandero: ::Drinks a cup of tea:: Johnson Kenyon: ...This is for your own good. If you challenge it, you will be found and you will answer to me. Chirakis: ::putting her work aside, she exits her office for a status check:: Johnson Kenyon: Is that clear? mimipavilion: ::going over the captain's tests:: Tarisa: ::Stops by Dran.:: Are you alright? Scott Coleridge: ::glances up at Chirakis:: Good morning, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Closes his eyes, repeats :: Ua e saogalemu iinei....Ua e saogalemu iinei. Chirakis: ::nod:: Good morning, Commander. Anything new that I should know about? Johnson Kenyon: ...That's all I have. Please see Lieutenant Little for the duty roster assignments. Dismissed. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, yes. Just not getting the results I was expecting and at a loss to why. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she remains dressed in a medical uniform because of the most recent problems that have emerged::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: What does it mean? :: A coffee and small sweet roll is placed on his table. Nijil looks up :: Thanks. Tarisa: I see. ::Watches for a moment.:: Annisha: :: In her mind she was running,,, :: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching as the engineers trickle out of the office and get their assignments:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drink :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulls the sample and places another:: Jylliene: ::scrolling through the evening's reports to catch up:: Chirakis: ::watching Cayne, unsure of his status::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering is still working on security improvements and system repairs. Medical reports an increased number of people having trouble staying focused or getting a full sleep. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the night's scans, not understanding them all, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary :: Chirakis: ::listening carefully::: Annisha: I killed him... Dacia Sandero: ::working on some medical reports :: Tarisa: ::Eyes go from the experiment to Dran herself.:: Did you have a good sleep last night? Amanda Davis PhD: ::she enters the medical lounge, bearing fresh scones and needing coffee::: Annisha: :: Closes her eyes, watches a disruptor discharge towards someone at point blank range :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his hands :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wished he had brought his instrument with him :: Chirakis: ::glance at Cayne:: Jylliene: ::rolls her shoulders a bit, then continues reading:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not the best, honestly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinks :: Annisha: :: drinks :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks :: Dacia Sandero: ::drinks:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I understand that has been an ongoing issue for most lately. Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing at a table, hoping she does not go to sleep::: Annisha: :: Looking depressed. On the verge of sobbing :: Chirakis: Excuse me, Commander. :::to Scott as she steps toward Cayne::: Commander, have you slept lately? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns to Tarisa:: Most? Sounds like a disturbing coincidence. mimipavilion: Hmmm.... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Mutters :: What did she say to me? Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the coffee doesn't seem to be doing any good. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full eight hours Captain, but be damned if I call it restful. Tarisa: Indeed. If you feel you need to go to sickbay, you are free to do so. Jylliene: ::stretches her arms:: Chirakis: ::arms cross, concerned::: Explain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: People are on edge Captain, if you had not noticed. Chirakis: Oh, I have noticed. Scott Coleridge: ::goes back to reading reports:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: grunts :: No deep sleep, and I can sleep anywhere. Dreams I guess. Dacia Sandero: ::uncomfortable feeling, with everyone so edgy lately:: Annisha: :: sobs :: Chirakis: What kind of dreams, if I may ask? mimipavilion: ::takes a look at the other reports of others who came in:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking around, observing engineering:: Annisha: :: In her mind a man disintegrates from the inside out, starting at his chest and slowly expanding outwards, the scream only lasting a second :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think I will be fine. This might be a more solvable mystery than what's under my microscope. Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders why he's not afflicted with drowsiness:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::the coffee isn't helping, so she exits the lounge and spots Dacia::: Tarisa: It certainly is an interesting mystery. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like I'm being watched when I am suppose to be watching others. I can never find them and I am always running. I swear my legs are tired after I get up, as if I ever went down. Johnson Kenyon: ::decides he'd better visit the power generators:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to a server :: Pe mafai ona ou toe maua se isi kofe? Nijil tr'Korjata: Server: Sir? For some reason I don't understand. Chirakis: ::after a moment of thought::: Get some rest, Commander. I'll take TAC. And that is not a suggestion. Jylliene: ::scroll scroll scroll...actually remembers scrolling through a display in her dreams...odd.:: Chirakis: And if need be, report to medical. Tae'Lynn Dran: Given other recent problems we might want to look at the environmental settings. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: laughs :: Alright. Perhaps some medication this time. Deeper sleep. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: logs out of the console and heads to the lift :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::coming up behind her::: Dacia.. anything I can do to help? Tarisa: Miana> ::Still sleeping soundly, having a good dream.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping as well, curled up with kitty:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O le a le Me a ua tupu? Oi leai .. Chirakis: :::watches him leave, then steps to the console to enter her code and begin TAC watch::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Server> I'll get you another coffee sir. Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello. Didn't see you there. Looking over these medical reports. Lots of people suffering from bad sleep and dreams,or hallucinations, but I can't really find a pattern. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Moments later he enters medical :: Doctor or nurse? mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the reports she has seen:: Amanda Davis PhD: I've noticed that, too, Dacia. It's almost beyond strange. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Going for a technical approach is a good start. I might look at the biological, perhaps taking a trip to sickbay. Annisha: :: Puts down her spoon and leaves her quarters :: Tarisa: Though many around me have been having difficulty sleeping, I have not. And to my knowledge none of my family have either. mimipavilion: ::hears Cayne and enters main medical:: How can I help you? Chirakis: :::checking the TAC board, throwing it up on the overhead screens so everyone can take a look::: Annisha: Computer, where is my father? :: And it tells her so and off she goes with a sprint in her step and tears in her eyes :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting. ::makes a not in her journal:: Amanda Davis PhD: Dacia... could this be an illness? It's so very strange, and not everyone has it. Dacia Sandero: Yes, it is. It's happening to too many people to be a coincidence, I think. Yes, it could be. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Perhaps physiology has something to do with it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a victim of restless sleep and negative dreams. Jylliene: ::leans on her console, ponders:: mimipavilion: Ahhh, I see. Take a seat. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::grabs a padd and pulls up the log of the environmental systems:: Annisha: :: People are easy to dodge around since there is a general slowness about those walking the corridors :: Chirakis: ::has a thought:::steps toward Jylliene::: Commander? ::thinking:: Tarisa: I will leave you to your work for the moment. Do not hesitate to call if you need me. Jylliene: Captain? Tae'Lynn Dran: Aye. I will. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was confused, he could speak, but the words were not in a language the UT could translate :: Chirakis: Call Lt Kenyon to the bridge when he has a chance. Tarisa: ::Nods as she leaves the lab, heading for sickbay.:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: ::reading technical manuals:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops to Lieutenant Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon here. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You have that look. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: Do i? Jylliene: +Kenyon+ The captain would like you on CnC as soon as you're able. Tarisa: ::Arrives in sickbay.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: One technical manual title reads: "How to Find a Cloaked Shuttle in a Shuttle Bay" by Nijil Korjata :: Scott Coleridge: Yes. The "I have had a thought" look. Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ On my way Jylliene: ((The entire book is the line: "Walk around until you smack your face into it.")) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I get in line or something? Dacia Sandero: I wonder.. ::hears someone come in:: Hello? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking for variations over the last several weeks in the log:: Chirakis: ::checking the overhead tactical screens as she speaks::: And what would that thought be? Scott Coleridge: I don't know that. I'm not a telepath. Tarisa: ::Walks over to the doctors.:: Hello. Annisha: :: Enters a lift :: The food place... mimipavilion: ::looks around:: There's an empty bed, take a seat, Commander. Scott Coleridge: I think. ::closes his eyes for several seconds, then opens them:: Nope. Not a telepath. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the TL to the CnC, PADD in hand:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to see Tarisa :: Chirakis: ::with a slight grin, she turns to Scott::: Which is a good thing. You would not want to be a telepath. However... Jylliene: ::reads:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello Tarisa. :::nods to Cayne as well:: Dacia Sandero: Can we help you? Annisha: :: Enters the food place seeing many holding cups of warm drinks :: Tarisa: ::Smiles at Dacia as she nods.:: I wish to be scanned. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I got Cayne. Chirakis: I am thinking about something, and that something is that perhaps there is some illness on the station that is making everyone tired. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: Okay. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What's going on Doctor? mimipavilion: I'm not sure Wyatt. But something is up. Dacia Sandero: Very well... are you sleeping well lately? ::gets out her tricorder:: Chirakis: Or something in the air... ::turns at the sound of Kenyon's entry::: Lieutenant, I have a question for you... ::nods to Scott and steps to her console::: Annisha: :: Squints and sees a ragged Rihan sitting by himself at a table outside a small cafe. Annisha starts running :: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Chirakis:: Yes Captain Tarisa: I have noticed that neither myself nor my family and other Mithraan have been affected by the sleep problems others have been having. Tarisa: It...piqued my curiosity. Annisha: :: Reaches him and grabs him from behind :: Father! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Screams like a little girl at being grabbed by a small person from behind :: Ahhh! Dacia Sandero: ::begins to do a detailed scan of Tarisa:: I noticed that as well, I've not been experiencing it myself, nor has Alexis or her family either. Well, that makes two of us. Amanda and I were just looking over medical reports to see if there's any kind of pattern to this, but so far I haven't come across anything significant. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha, aua le faia lena mea. Chirakis: Lieutenant, I am sure that you are aware of the prevalence of lethargy lately. Have your team look into the air... the units, the ducts... everything. That could be the problem. mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder:: Tarisa: Perhaps it is because our sleep patterns are different? Chirakis: It has happened before, though not to this degree. Johnson Kenyon: Captain, you think there is some agent responsible? Annisha: :: She faced him with her sorrowful and wet eyes :: Father? I don't understand. Chirakis: An agent? Chirakis: Explain. Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking on Lt Wright, who seems to be sleeping peacefully::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ou ... o se mea e sese. :: He reached out and hugged her tightly :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::vital signs seem good:: Dacia Sandero: Well, physically, you're absolutely fine. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Perhaps.. the people experiencing these symptoms seem to mostly be the engineering and security staff which have been under alot more stress lately than the rest of us. I'd imagine that's playing a part in this. Johnson Kenyon: Agent.... a generic term for chemical, biological, or physical thing which can affect beings. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::not finding anything obvious in the logs. Puts the data through the computer to find any possible correlations:: Chirakis: Check all possibilities, Mr Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: Aye, Captain. We'll look into it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there something you can prescribe Dr. Pavilion? Coffee is not cutting it. Chirakis: Take as many engineers as you need, especially those who are not falling asleep. Dacia Sandero: Anyone in science also feeling the same symptoms as the others? Annisha: Are au learning a new language? Nijil tr'Korjata: Leai. :: and shakes his head :: mimipavilion: ::begins a scan:: Let me get a scan in and figure out what's going on. Chirakis: ::always checking the tactical monitors::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I have noticed a few, which prompted me to come here since I have not been affected. Annisha: Well, I know what that is. :: she broke the embrace :: What is ie? Johnson Kenyon: ::Chirakis:: I'll give the orders. Tarisa: This all seems more than everyone being overworked. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ioe. Chirakis: Excellent. Carry on. Annisha: Oh, that is almost Rihan. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes an empty console on the CnC and starts relaying orders:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: What are their sleep patterns like? Lot of over time? ::nods:: Yeah, Nijil is particularly adversely affected as well, even speaking to be in some strange language... Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical. Tarisa: ::Tilts her head curiously.:: A strange language? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In an effort of completeness, I had a dream. Is there any reason I would think you are chasing me while I'm on a mission? I look for you and I can't find you. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Don't know what language it is. Though I am no linguistics expert. +Kenyon+ Medical here, go ahead? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps his head :: Atonu o se manuaga o le ulu. Dacia Sandero: Almost sounds Polynesian. Amanda Davis PhD: ::using a tricorder, she examines Jake's synapses, and they seem better than before::: mimipavilion: ::Hears Cayne:: Cayne that's odd. Annisha: :: She shrugs :: I don't know what au said. :: The same server brings over a doughnut to Annisha :: Oh! :: eats :: Tarisa: Polynesian? Dacia Sandero: An Earth language of the Pacific Region. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ The Captain has asked me to investigate if there is something being sent through the station that is affecting nearly everyone. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you are chasing after me there are far easier methods than in my dreams, however it feels sinister. Tarisa: I see. ::Hears Kenyon.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ but, honestly, I haven't been affected and it would be helpful if I could narrow the parameters. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Many of my missions involved isolation. Perhaps that's coming to bite my in the backside. mimipavilion: I wouldn't chase, unless it was an emergency. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ That's an interesting theory. Would explain a lot... yes, we'll help in any way we can. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::seems to be waking up::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Nice to know you would though. Other than old what does your scanner say? Chirakis: ::watching the tactical monitors as she mulls over her dream last night... and Lt Garand's black eye::: Johnson Kenyon: +Dr Sandero+ Do you have any idea what we should look for? Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ I'm not seeming to be affected either, seems to be the people who having been overworking recently such as the case with your department in particular. Annisha: :: Eats :: Au should see a doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: does a 'na, really' gesture :: mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Well, nothing that's hasn't been seen. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I've instituted a buddy policy in engineering to make sure we catch those so affected early. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So it's true... mimipavilion: What is, commander? Amanda Davis PhD: ::Jake:: Good morning, Lieutenant. How are you? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: My old. :: smiles :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe it's the mileage. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::weakly:: Hey Doc. Not too bad. Head still hurts, but other than that, I'm good. mimipavilion: ::a little concerned:: ok Dacia Sandero: ::looks at Tarisa:: +Kenyon+ That, I'm not sure. But I think that's a good start, since their fatigue would make them more susceptible to any theoretical mind controlling properties:: Annisha: :: Also gets a drink :: This better not be coffee... :: drinks :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks around :: Sorry Doc, just watching my back more than usual. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I'll stop by shortly and review any findings you might have. Chirakis: :::moves toward Scott::: (w) Commander... is it possible that there is more than just the air ducts affecting us? mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Don't blame you. Dacia Sandero: +kenyon+ Sure, two heads are better than one. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wipes a tear from Annisha's cheek :: Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the console and heading for the TL at CnC:: Chirakis: ::as she looks at the tactical monitors::: Annisha: :: frowns :: Dreams father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Something being transmitted through the ducts you mean? Chirakis: Yes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know. Say, how are you doing? mimipavilion: Not tired if that's what you're getting at? Annisha: That planet I was on... :: changes her tone :: We need to teach the computer whatever au are saying. Scott Coleridge: If it is, it isn't good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> :::looks past Amanda::: Oh.. there she is. She's come to visit. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Medical Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns:: Oh... how nice of.... ::blinks::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh sure, but I was thinking of...you know. Amanda Davis PhD: Who are you talking about, Lieutenant? mimipavilion: Me being widowed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on Medical deck, walking down to Medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> That gorgeous woman standing by my bead. Don't even know her name. Scott Coleridge: For a naturally-occurring substance to cause such a specific set of symptoms across multiple species? No, if there's something more to this than simple fatigue, I'd lay my latinum on it being designed. Engineered. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering medical, looking for Dr. Sandero:: Annisha: :: places her hand atop his :: We'll figure it out and maybe stop the station from spinning. mimipavilion: I'm fine. Now I have to deal with a station of personnel and civilians who need my attention. Chirakis: ::turns to look at Scott rather than the tac console::: Engineered for a certain group or species? Amanda Davis PhD: Um... ::looking around:: Lieutenant, there is no one there. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: rolls his eyes :: Tatou faÊ»amoemoe i ai. Dacia Sandero: ::still looking at the reports::: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Huh? Yes there is... she's right.... Tarisa: Anything in particular in my system that is helping? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries his version of sign language, indicating he wanted to hear about Annisha's dream :: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Uh.. she's gone. Tarisa: ::Tail starts to swish.:: Scott Coleridge: Yes. Something that affects multiple humanoid species. Some kind of airborne chemical. Or, you know... maybe a virus. An actual biological one this time, not a computer one. Obviously. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::heavy sigh:: Annisha: What? :: studied him for a moment :: Oh. About the man I killed. I dreamed it over and over. Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Tarisa and Dr. Sandero:: Scott Coleridge: But if this is another type of attack, it seems like a very ineffectual one, compared to the chaos created by the systems virus. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked shakened, hoping this trama had left her :: Chirakis: (w) And how exactly would that work besides making certain species ill or acting strangely? Dacia Sandero: ::scans again:: I'll have to perform a more detailed scan to determine, though I guess I could also say that of myself if that is the case. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to Tarisa and Dr. Sandero, listens:: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::relaxes into the bed::: She was... so... beautiful.... ::sleeps::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Okay, but if you ever want to talk. Let me know. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: remains seated on the biobed, resting for a moment :: mimipavilion: ::slight glare:: I'll think about it. Scott Coleridge: Keep in mind this is all outside my area of expertise. You'd be better off consulting science or medical. But we're looking at something that involves neurotransmitter and hormone inhibitors. Dacia Sandero: Hello. We were just trying to see if there was anything in Tarisa, or my biology that's acting as immunity to what 's happening to the others. It's worth a check. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: hops off the bed :: Tarisa: ::Catches a scent, turns to Kenyon.:: Scott Coleridge: It could interfere with melatonin production, stimulate adenosine receptors... basically act like a stimulant. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you drink coffee by any chance? Chirakis: ::considers that:: I will. Tarisa: Are any other telepaths being affected? Scott Coleridge: I don't know how it could cause nightmares, but certain psychotropic drugs can induce those, so it's possible. Dacia Sandero: None of the other Betazoids on the station seem to be affected by this, to my knowledge. Me? No, I tend to drink tea over coffee. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks for the door :: I'll be on my way. :: exits :: Dacia Sandero: Not that I know of ::;to Tarisa:: Annisha: :: munches on he doughnut :: mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: You're free to go. Johnson Kenyon: Is it possible that the problem is affected by those who drink coffee or other stimulants? Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: I will consult Dr Pavilion and whomever else needs to collaborate. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods then leaves :: Dacia Sandero: Possible.. it was a coffee I made that caused the replicators to malfunction. Scott Coleridge: Would you like me to go to medical and have them run tests on me, given my rough sleep the night before? I had a great sleep last night. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Passes others entering medical :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hugs her again, harder this time :: Johnson Kenyon: you think there's a link between the coffee made by the replicators? Annisha: Ugh, I'm fine father. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dacia and the others:: Chirakis: ::nods::: Excellent idea. When they are done, they can examine me for my strange dreams. Dacia Sandero: It's possible. Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks behind him, seeing if he's being followed :: Johnson Kenyon: I think we need to scan the coffee then. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Thank you for our 100% attendance. Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS Chirakis: TBS will be 7 hours, which will bring us to 2 pm. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Wouldn't that be 6 hours, since it's 8 am? Nijil tr'Korjata: To the airlock with you Dacia... Dacia Sandero: lol Chirakis: It's late. Let's make it 7 and 3 pm Dacia Sandero: Ok cool Chirakis: It's been a long, tiring week. Dacia Sandero: Ahh Johnson Kenyon: that will make it 2nd shift Chirakis: You can have your nibbles. Your tea would be at 4 pm Chirakis: Yes, it will, Mr Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: wait... we have 4 shifts... so yes, 2nd shift. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Beyond Reality Uncharted Space - Stardate 2388.152 Drakkor drifted silently while its pilot took scans and gathered data. SI-5 Director Torak had several operatives investigating a questionable area of the Morass Nebula. As one of those operatives, Chirakis Kirel, had cut across uncharted space to investigate a certain debris field. As was noted in the director’s report, the field spread across several parsecs and was dense enough to prohibit passage. Scans within the field registered several starships of varied size and design. All were built of a strange material and were of strange configuration. The computer’s attempt to extrapolate possibilities regarding cause, origins, and various other parameters regarding these ships came up with nothing—not exactly a report that Director Torak would expect. Kirel relaxed against the pilot’s seat and stared into space. She had wrapped up her investigation and report, and yet she felt compelled to stay in the debris field. Watching the field drift through space piqued her curiosity. Surely there were more questions to be answered, especially regarding the ships that could not be identified. So she stayed to drift with the debris—quiet, solemn, and interesting. The soft ping of a proximity alarm drew her attention to an incursion just off her starboard wing. Cutting all power, she watched a shuttle of strange configuration pass beneath Drakkor. Eventually it turned and made another pass approximately two kilometers distant: much too close. Its grid pattern seemed spoke of searching for something. Several hours later the vessel left the area, leaving Kirel adrift and deep in thought. One hour became two as Drakkor continued to drift with the field, eventually coming to a Class-D planetoid that seemed to be inhabited. Finding no vessels in the area, Kirel maneuvered slowly and cautiously to investigate, yet she still knew not what urged her on. The communication system crackled and a distant call, barely audible, came through: “Cuidigh liom, Eru.” Interesting. “Computer, scrub and replay.” Compliance. “Cuidigh liom, Eru.” “Translate.” Translating. “Help me, Eru.” “Language?” Terran Gaelic. Gaelic? An ancient Terran language spoken within a distant nebula that was filled with undamaged drifting vessels that showed no signs of battle and was surrounded by a dense fog? “Computer, point of origin?” Point of origin is Class D planetoid. “Distance?” One parsec. Kirel powered up and took manual control to maneuver through the thick fog that grew more dense as they approached the planetoid. Drakkor did not mind, nor did its master. In fact, the fighter seemed to come alive. It was now entity that merged with her as they maneuvered toward the cry for help. The call for assistance continued, occasionally shifting from from Gaelic to Faroese, then Frisian, and a few others that neither she nor the computer could decipher. Kirel’s thoughts began to spin. She suddenly lost her focus: the reason for landing on the planetoid, her reason for being there, and her place in time. Everything merged with the fog. Nothing seemed rational. Everything was out of place and out of time.... “Computer, current stardate.” Twenty-nine eighty-seven point two one six. A full examination of the console verified the computer’s response. She sighed. “Computer, access local buoys for accurate stardate.” The current stardate is twenty-nine eighty-seven point two one six. The current date on Acetus I is the first day of Oergon in the year 1378. The current date on…. “Stop.” Silence. “Computer, current Federation date, Sky Harbor Aegis relative.” The third day of Augustus in the year twenty-three eighty-seven. Her head began to spin…. “Captain?” A distant voice slowly parted the heavy mist. She began to shake it off. “Captain! Wake up!” Her eyes opened, but would not focus. Her arms reached out for Drakkor’s control panel. A hand firmly grasped her forearm, resulting in a black eye for Lt Garand who was trying to settle her down. A cold, wet compress draped around the back of her neck. Someone saying, “Hold her down. In this condition she could be deadly,” brought her back to reality. She was completely awake, but thoroughly confused. An hour ago Kirel had been reviewing intelligence reports in Aegis’s Security Complex and had fallen asleep. Lt Garand found her leaning on a console and had been calling her name with no response. He then called Sgt Nunez and Corpsman Meier and informed the Medical Complex. “Captain, talk to me,” said Meier, checking her vital signs. “It’s Meier, Captain. Talk to me.” After staring at the surroundings Kirel asked, “What is the current stardate, Lieutenant?” Meier’s expression turned skeptical. “The current stardate is 2388.152, ma’am. Are you alright?” After a deep breath and a slow exhale, she nodded. “I am now, Lieutenant. I am now.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 12/27/19 = /\ = 30 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.151 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Engineering and science work on the virus. Lt Kenyon has replaced Cmdr Korjata until he is fit for duty. Security is examining surveillance footage in engineering. Though the virus seems to be contained, it might not be. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pauses for threat assessment::: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping:: Jylliene: Good morning, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::in CnC, yawning and looking somewhat worse for wear:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting on his non-working clothes to visit sickbay. Looks at this padd, flicks it open :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinking coffee until it becomes a problem :: Chirakis: :::takes a good look around, then moves to the command chair::: Johnson Kenyon: ::reading the report about the injured engineer :: Tarisa: :;Walking through Commerce, on her way to the lift.:: Chirakis: ::as she passes her XO, she notices his condition::: Dacia Sandero: ::checks in on said injured engineer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rubs Annisha's head :: Going to my appointment. Be good. Annisha: :: Eats :: Not a chance... Chirakis: ::steps up next to him, speaking quietly::: Commander, are you not well? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and starts walking to the medical bay :: mimipavilion: ::checking on the night shift reports, especially the injured engineer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to himself ... distracted by a gorgeous woman? Huh?:: Scott Coleridge: ::sits up straight:: What? I mean, er, I'm all right. Scott Coleridge: Just... didn't sleep very well. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow:: Overworking? Alexis McFarland: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Space moments later Nijil arrives at sickbay. Enters... :: Nijil Korjata. I have an appointment. Scott Coleridge: Probably. ::sheepish grin:: Heh, actually I had the weirdest nightmare now that you mention it. Dacia Sandero: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Chirakis: Jake Wright> ::mumbling in his sleep::: Chirakis: ::thinks for a moment::: A nightmare is...? Jylliene: ((Half the crew seems to need melatonin, chamomile tea, and/or shore leave.)) Chirakis: ((agreed)) Dacia Sandero: ::hears the door open:: Okay... have a seat over there, anyone will do. ::gestures to some empty bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a seat in the waiting room :: Chirakis: Engineer Jake Wright> ::mutters something about a gorgeous woman::: Johnson Kenyon: {{do I see Jake Wright?}} Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::walks over to Nijil:: Hello. Appointment? Head over to the medical complex and we can treat you. Chirakis: (He's in medical, trauma unit) Johnson Kenyon: ((gotcha... wanted to make sure it wasn't an epidemic.)) Chirakis: (Let's hope not)) Johnson Kenyon: ((on the other hand... I can think of worse epidemics)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over his status board :: Chirakis: :::watching Scott, who seems to be falling asleep::: Chirakis: Commander? Dacia Sandero: ::checks on Wright’s bio signs:: Talking about that woman again? Does she actually exist? Maybe it was Jolene; her beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes to medical propper :: Scott Coleridge: I'll be fine. I should probably have some coffee. Chirakis: Jake> ::pale::: Scott Coleridge: It was just such a realistic dream. Johnson Kenyon: ::refocusing on the security against the virus:: Scott Coleridge: ::gets up to get himself a cup:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC.:: mimipavilion: ::finishes with the reports and goes and checks on Wright:: Chirakis: ::listening, motions to the yeoman to bring him coffee::: How realistic? Scott Coleridge: Hmm? ::accepts the cup of coffee gratefully:: Oh. Well usually I don't recall my dreams very well. I'll know I was flying, but I won't remember flying, you know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Grunts, drinks his coffee :: Scott Coleridge: This time ... it was like I was there. Tarisa: ::Goes over to the SCI station and logs in.:: Annisha: :: Eats, messes up her own hair :: Chirakis: ::listening::: Scott Coleridge: In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. I'll go check on Mr Nijil. ::goes over to where he is:: Ahh, hello again. How are you doing? Scott Coleridge: It was like the glitches times one thousand. Johnson Kenyon: ::hardened defenses against the virus consist: pulsating power fluxuations, .... sees Coleridge:: Johnson Kenyon: ::approaching Commander Coleridge:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright and turns to Dacia:: How's he doing? Dacia Sandero: He's resting well.. ::Scans Nijil:: ... I noticed he's still muttering about the woman. I'm guessing she's just a figment of Wright's imagination, or Jolene. Chirakis: Jake> ::Damage to his forehead doesn't seem to be going away::: Scott Coleridge: :sips his coffee, seems to perk up:: Nothing I did would work. I couldn't stop systems from going critical. It was awful. Dacia Sandero: ::out of IC, and in the regular medical ward where Nijil was:: Jylliene: ::has had that dream before, back in the academy:: Scott Coleridge: ::shrugs:: I'm glad we got everything under control finally. Kenyon's report on the virus was very useful, by the way. I think we have things under control finally. Chirakis: ::her expression changes::: Strange. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the engineering reports... setting up a meeting of team leaders at 1400:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Fomai Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Notices his UT got something wrong :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Probably. ::softly to Dacia:: I did inform the captain. Dacia Sandero: Is that good? Chirakis: Which is good, of course. At least you don't have to worry about that. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: But otherwise he seems to be doing ok. His vitals have stabilised. Chirakis: Commander, your dream is interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving Main Engineering to head to CnC:: Chirakis: I had one similar, though this is not the place to discuss it. Annisha: :: sings as she eats her space pops :: Scott Coleridge: I'm not surprised, Captain. I'm sure half the station has been having stress dreams. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll do another scan just to be sure. Dacia Sandero: ::Nijil:: How're you getting on? Feeling all right, eating all right? Annisha hasn't worn you out yet? Chirakis: :::nods::: Possible. Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: All right, you can never be too safe. Scott Coleridge: And don't worry about me, please. It was just a rough sleep. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow. And for today, as long as you don't ask me to rewrite any 11-dimensional algorithms, I should be ok. mimipavilion: ::nods and goes to Wright:: Alexis McFarland: ::has a dream, any dream will do:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright's side, grabbing a tricorder and begins the scan:: Chirakis: ::very slight smile::: Very well. Carry on. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His mug is shaking as he brings the rim to his lips :: Chirakis: ::she turns to get coffee and notices Cayne::: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the CnC:: Chirakis: :::watches him as she pours her cup::: Chirakis: ::Looks up when Kenyon enters:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Dacia Sandero: Physically, you seem to be doing okay. ::to Nijil:: How's your energy? mimipavilion: ::sees that Jake's face is pale:: Hmmm... Johnson Kenyon: Good Morning Captain, is there an engineering station here? mimipavilion: ::Scans his head a little more detailed:: Chirakis: :::watching Cayne as she talks to Kenyon::: Indeed there is. Station five. Chirakis: And it seems to be available at the moment. Chirakis: ::Kenyon:: The coffee is fresh, if you wish. Johnson Kenyon: How long has that been unattended... ::looks at the Captain:: No thank you. Not a coffee drinker Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Damned coffee is not helping. :: he mutters :: Tarisa: ::Perks up as Kenyon arrives.:: Scott Coleridge: Me neither, but needs must. ::knocks back the last 700 mL:: Chirakis: Not long. Shift change often frees up a console. ::slowly moves away from the dispenser to step to Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am feeling well.. I think. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to station 5, notices Tarisa and focuses himself:: Jylliene: ::continues with the work, listening to the various exchanges:: Chirakis: ::to Cayne, quietly::: Commander, you seem disturbed. Dacia Sandero: You think, eh? Well, I suppose that's an improvement. You eating okay, moving okay? Annisha hasn't completely worn you out yet? mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the neural scan:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks her tricorder:: Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a seat at station 5 and checks out the console configuration:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O la’u fa’ aliliuga lautele o le ... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stops speaking :: Tarisa: ::Returns her focus back to her console.:: Chirakis: Jake> ::drops into a deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: E mafai ona e malamalama ia te a’u? Dacia Sandero: Is your UT functioning correctly, or have you been taking Hawaiian lessons from Leilani? Johnson Kenyon: ::notes there is no scheduled engineer on CnC, modifies the duty roster to add one:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips out his padd :: Shakes his head no :: mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan and notices the change in Jake:: Lieutenant, can you hear me? Chirakis: Jake> ::out cold… not in danger, just in a very deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Dreams... :: the UT got it that time :: Dacia Sandero: You having dreams too? About red heads? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Anything new to report, Mr. Kenyon? mimipavilion: ::notices that he's in a deep sleep:: Alright sweet dreams. Chirakis: ::Cayne seems occupied with his work, though he looks worn out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, dreams in the same place each time. Very detailed. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head to look at Coleridge:: Sir... No. I was thinking we need more consistent coverage of the CnC. mimipavilion: ::exits the room and goes to update his file:: Scott Coleridge: Coverage? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gasps as she sits up straight. Doesn't remember falling asleep at her computer in the lab but must have:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Honestly, I have never felt I could just pop in and check on the CnC until now... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Puts down his mug, a tear streams down his face :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Does everyone seem out of it? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around the room:: Chirakis: ::was about to move on, however::: (w) Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Well, this *is* only your second day as acting chief engineer. But yes, you are welcome to "check on" us if you need to. Nijil tr'Korjata: No, mine has green hair. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What I mean is that I have the impression the engineering station is not occupied that frequently Nijil tr'Korjata: And I have, in my dream I have gray. Dacia Sandero: The same as experienced as before? ::scans:: Ahh, green hair. Dacia Sandero: Like an old man? Chirakis: Jake> ::suddenly gasps, fully awake, screaming::: NOOO NOOO... Alexis McFarland: ::is awake and brushes her teeth:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's female..:: green faced :: And so am I. mimipavilion: ::hears Jake and runs to him:: Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: No, that's correct. Commander Kital can handle most of our ordinary systems-related needs, and for anything more serious we just call you up. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am never myself in this dream, but I am the same...woman, each time I visit. Chirakis: Jake> ::::stops, looks around, and winces against the pain, then leans back on the bed::: mimipavilion: ::Jake:: What's wrong, Lieutenant? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. I had a recent terrifying nightmare. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: It might be presumptive of me, but I think we need someone here full time to serve as a liaison to Engineering Chirakis: (w) One of which you cannot speak here? Dacia Sandero: Ahh, I see. Sometimes I have dreams like that too. Though, I assume you've already discussed all this in detail with Dr. Davis. Jylliene: ((Chamomile tea, melatonin, AND shore leave, perhaps. And also a plushie.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: An SI Op, so pretty sure it's not cleared. Nijil tr'Korjata: I've not told Jylliene. I can only imagine the ribbing I'd get Chirakis: (w) Use my office if you wish. See if you can rest. Scott Coleridge: You're the acting chief engineer. You're within your prerogative to assign someone if you like. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No, I should remain at my post, and not cry into my coffee. Chirakis: Jake> :::not really all together, he stares at Mimi, as though he doesn't understand her::: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Very well. Dacia Sandero: Well, your secret's safe with me. Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Nijil tr'Korjata: Some ie, but...it feels like I'm crossing a barrier. Nijil tr'Korjata: Like a barrier of this is a holodeck to this is reality. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Thank you sir. I'll send someone up shortly mimipavilion: Lieutenant, look at me, focus on my sound, do you understand me? Nijil tr'Korjata: I feel the hair, the species difference.. Height, gender obviously. Chirakis: Jake> ::blank stare:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Her, err, my vision is better than my own, hearing too. Dacia Sandero: You're a ‘her’ in your dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::stands... notices Tarisa's tail and stops to stare before leaving:: mimipavilion: Alright LT. ::scans him again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, laugh if au must. Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't notice Kenyon staring, too busy thinking about his dream of engineering:: Chirakis: Jake> ::seems to wake up:: Doc... I saw... this woman... :::deep breath:: again. She was... being tortured. Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles to himself and heads to the TL:: mimipavilion: Clarify Chirakis: Jake> Just… bad dream, Doc. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: wipes a tear away :: Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD, loading a couple reports on it and heads for the lift.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the lift at the same time as Tarisa apparently:: Chirakis: Jake> ::panting to get a grip::: Dacia Sandero: That's fine. I never dreamt of being a guy I admit. mimipavilion: ::ponders that for a moment:: I'm going to have our counselor talk with you ok. Chirakis: Jake> ::eyes closed::: Yes, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Gives Kenyon a nice smile as she orders the lift to the lab.: Nijil tr'Korjata: If I could I'd show au, though I don't think Jylliene would approve mimipavilion: ::props up his bed up a bit:: Good. I'll let her know. Chirakis: ::in the command chair, paging through information, but not really focusing on it:: Johnson Kenyon: ::cannot help but smile:: Johnson Kenyon: Engineering ::to Computer:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: I suppose I could always read your thoughts and try to see it in your memories. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Tarisa:: I'm looking forward to our dinner date Nijil tr'Korjata: Could au see my dreams, or my waking moments? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I am as well. mimipavilion: ::Jake:: Do feel a little better sitting up a bit. Chirakis: Jake> No, ma'am. Head hurts big time. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright. ::gives him a hypo to help:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have au perform the procedure anyway, for my own edification. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Strange things are happening. Chirakis: Thank you all for the last year. Next sim will be in the year 2020. Chirakis: TBS will be another day. We will begin at 7 am. Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: nothing here Chirakis: Comments or questions from Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: A Happy New Year to all of you. Stay off the roads if you can. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 December 2019 30 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.151 (Unofficial Sim) TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are still dealing with the virus that caused chaos throughout the station. They aim to harden the station systems against further attacks of that nature. Cdr Korjata has been released from the medical complex, but will not return to duty until he is cleared. A Starfleet Command Engineer is in the medical complex after his toolbox landed on his head. He insists that a “drop dead gorgeous” women distracted him when she kept passing by. However, no woman was in that area. Security is checking surveillance footage to verify his claim.

Welcome Back Aegis Medical Complex 2100 hours Jake blinked against the overhead lighting and squeezed his eyes closed tight. He wanted to puke. Lights. Strange bed. Coffee. Someone standing over him. Why? Need to finish the assignment and get out from under this stupid console ‘cause shift is about to end and the boss will kick ass if I don’t…. "Lieutenant!" Whoa! Man, that voice is loud. "Shuddup. Got a job ta do….” he said, wincing against the sound. "Wake up, Lieutenant. Talk to me." “I am talkin’ to you, Ensign!" he growled, “and this is not the time to be talking. Now get a move on!” Jake was gettin’ hot. Really hot. Ready to bolt from ‘under the console’ and pound some sense into the ensign’s head. "Welcome back, Lieutenant," he heard again, and that was the kicker. He was ready to explode. "Damn," said Jake, finally opening his eyes to ‘roll out from under the console’. But there was no console, just a few sheets. Taking hold of them, he began to pull himself up… ...and the room began to spin. "Easy, Lieutenant," someone said as a strong hand took firm hold of his arm and eased him back onto the pillow. The voice was vaguely familiar, almost like…. "Commander?" Jake struggled to focus. “Take it easy,” said Drexler as he motioned to a nearby nurse. “You got quite a bump on your head. In fact, it’s so big we might have to name it after you.” “Sir?” he responded, puzzled, as he squinted to focus on the commander, then Lt Mike Jersey, corpsman/engineer who stood to the side. “Where am I, sir?” Drexler pulled up a chair and relaxed into it, arms crossed. “Aegis Medical Complex. I’m told that you had quite a sizable toolbox land on your head and knock you out. Do you remember anything about it? Can you tell me how that happened?” Jake’s puzzled expression remained as he struggled to remember… well… anything. “Not really, sir. It’s all fuzzy. But what I do remember is … this woman. Red hair. And drop dead gorgeous, sir. She reminded me of this girl at the academy, sir. She just kept comin’ around, smiling, like she was trying to catch my attention so we could go…well…somewhere alone, sir.” Drexler glanced at Jersey. “So.. red hair, good looking, Starfleet uniform?” “Yes, sir.” “Was the insignia like yours, or the regular Starfleet?” “Don’t remember, sir. That’s… uh… not exactly what I was looking at.” After a moment of thought, Cdr Drexler nodded congenially and pushed himself from the chair patting Jake gently on the arm. “We’ll look into it, Lieutenant. Let us know if you remember anything else, but most of all, take it easy. Rest. Got it?” “Aye, aye, sir.” * * * * * * Upon exiting the medical complex, Cdr Drexler stopped and turned to Mike, who had accompanied Jake to the medical complex. “Nothing makes sense,” Drexler mused rhetorically, gesturing as he spoke . “Supposedly this beautiful woman was wandering through your team’s area, but no one else saw her?” “No one else, sir.” “And this happened when?” “Treatment began at 1534, sir. Released to medical at 1539.” Drexler took a deep breath then nodded on a slow exhale, lips pursed. “Well… as soon as security finishes checking their surveillance footage we’ll know for certain if there was a women down there. Until then, we wait.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief = /\ = = /\ = 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 = /\ = The station is fairly quiet. Most of Alpha shift has left CnC, but some remained to catch up on work. Lt Kenyon is working on the virus. Captain d’Ka has returned to Missouri. Security remains on high alert. Drs Pavilion and Sandero are very busy in the medical complex. Chirakis: /=/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in said medical complex:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: :::CnC, checking various things as she sits in the command chair::: Tarisa: ::Is in her office, checking reports.:: Dacia Sandero: ::treating the injured Engineering ensign:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing with Alexis and Annisha.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office, having heard that there is a severe trauma patient::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing Kenyon's engineering report:: mimipavilion: ::also treating the ensign::Mike:: Do you know how this happened? Chirakis: ::flicking through information that needs to be either ignored or filed::: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Dacia Sandero: ::Scans his head and checks his neural readings:: mimipavilion: ::treating Jake's head as Dacia scans::still waiting for Mike's response:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing the information about how the virus has interacted with the power grid:: Hmm Amanda Davis PhD: :::removed her usual clothes and suits up in case she is needed, then moves toward the trauma unit::: Chirakis: ::hearing the hum, without looking up she mentions::: Something interesting, Commander? ::Scott:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks:: Well, the initial scans do look promising. I’d imagine a concussion, but all of his neural pathways seem to look intact. We’ll have to see once he regains consciousness to be certain. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs:: mimipavilion: ::Nods to Dacia:: That's good to hear. I manage to treat the area. Johnson Kenyon: ::directing Main Engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: unsure where he is :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Oh, just going over updates on the virus. It was more clever than we anticipated. Chirakis: ::glances over, somewhat surprised, then nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::turns to Lopez:: What happened to Ensign Wright? Chirakis: SF Engineer Mike Jersey> No, ma'am, not exactly. He was working on a console, hit his head getting out from underneath it. His tool chest fell on him and all his tools feel as well. Johnson Kenyon: ::setting up protocol layers to isolate, confuse and combat the virus should it return:: Dacia Sandero: Oh dear. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: finds himself in medical, still? How long had he been here :: Alexis McFarland: You guys feeling hungry yet? mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Ok. I take it you did question him prior to him passing out, was there anything that may be helpful, even if it doesn't seem important. Chirakis: Mike> He tried to get something out about a woman who passed him. A female engineer. But ma'am... we don't have any female engineers working with us, and we didn't see anyone like he described. Dacia Sandero: ::tries to think of any female engineers she knew:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'll be in engineering if you need me. Chirakis: ::nod::: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits up :: Dacia Sandero: Working on the Aegis? I know a few. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Alright. I'll check with my command staff to see if there was anyone in the area where you guys were at. If you don't mind me asking what area were you assigned? Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at the mention of food.:: mimipavilion: ::turns to Nijil:: Just a minute, Commander? Chirakis: Mike> ::Dacia:: Yes, ma'am. But we don't have any in our area. He said he saw her pass right by. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks around :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the TL and takes the ride down to the coolest part of the station:: Dacia Sandero: I see. Maybe he was daydreaming? Nijil tr'Korjata: Can I go? This a test? Alexis McFarland: We can go to Blubby's, or somewhere else if you want. mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: Yes you can go, but no duty. Chirakis: Mike> ::finishing his trauma report, he sends it to Dr Pavilion::: Dacia Sandero: I'd go relax in your quarters. I think Annisha is with Alexis and Miana, so it should be nice and quiet for you there. Johnson Kenyon: ::first shift ends; directing 2nd shift:: Chirakis: Mike> :::walks toward Dr Pavilion in case he's needed::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: smiles :: I have all the time in the...station. :: he walked to the exit. It was good to be back here again. :: mimipavilion: ::receives Mike's trauma report:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters engineering:: Tarisa: Miana> Mmm... I will go where you go. Johnson Kenyon: ::moving around Main engineering, directing engineers:: Scott Coleridge: ::spots Kenyon and approaches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: exits and walks out :: Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Commander Coleridge, finishes his conversation and moves to the Commander:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks of names :: Scott Coleridge: Mr. Kenyon, how's everything? Alexis McFarland: Hmm, ok then. Blubby's it is then I guess. ::heads to the commerce section with Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Kenyon is it? How is the department going? Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Somewhat chaotic at the moment. I'm trying to organize everyone. It's a big job Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the Comm badge, decides he must ignore it for now:: Scott Coleridge: Yes it is. ::ah, the memories:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: frowns :: Alright. Dacia Sandero: ::leaves the ensign in peace and writes a medical report:: Scott Coleridge: I was going to ask you some follow-up questions about your report on the virus, but if this isn't a good time I can come back later. Johnson Kenyon: ah... actually, your input would be appreciated, sir Johnson Kenyon: Much of what I put in my report is observation and the other bit is theory Chirakis: ::continues reading through reports in CnC::: mimipavilion: ::looking at the report::Mike:: So to verify from the report, you all were in engineering. Chirakis: Mike> Yes, ma’am. One of the seldom-used areas that has heavy equipment, giving your engineers a break so they can focus on whatever’s messing with the station. Alexis McFarland: ::Arrives at Blubby's and orders a Blubby Burger with Cheese combo:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to the park.. Nijil seemed to frequent the natural surrounds amid the alloys and technology. :: Scott Coleridge: I'm mostly concerned about hardening our systems against further attacks of this nature. Amanda Davis PhD: ::standing by::: Scott Coleridge: Are you satisfied with your current countermeasures you've put in place? Johnson Kenyon: The problem is that we're not positive we know about it. This virus is so alien, it could be a lifeform. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters the park :: Chirakis: Jake> ::groans::: mimipavilion: ::sees Amanda out of the corner of her eye::Amanda:: When the ensign wakes up enough, you can talk to him. mimipavilion: ::Mike:: With me. Johnson Kenyon: I'm not satisfied with anything yet. I'm putting together as many safeguards as possible with contingencies Chirakis: Mike> Yes, ma'am. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::nods to Mimi and approaches Jake's biobed::: Johnson Kenyon: Somehow Science was able to isolate it or at least a piece of it and monitor its movements in the simulator. mimipavilion: ::enters her office and waits for the doors to close behind Mike:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks Jake's vitals from where she was:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::watching his biosigns::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wonders if Nijil's life was taking a downturn :: Scott Coleridge: Yes, I heard about that. Very clever. Amanda Davis PhD: ::and he seems stable, so she sits by his bed, just in case:: mimipavilion: ::Mike:: So you all were in engineering correct. Tarisa: Miana> ::Also orders her food:: Chirakis: Mike> Yes, ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: I suspect they somehow took a self replicating virus code, but I was reading about the species Medusan, you familiar? Chirakis: Mike> One section was designated for us to work on. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits next to the small pond :: Dacia Sandero: ::also pleased with Jake's progress, takes his groaning as a good sign::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Other than who you stated in this report ::holds up the PADD:: there was nobody in the area... male or female? Johnson Kenyon: ::picks up PADD and hastily types a note to Nijil:: Alexis McFarland: ::finds a place to sit:: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::mumbling::: Beautiful... gorgeous red hair... Scott Coleridge: Hmm, I seem to recall a passing story of an Earth myth? But not a species, no. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: Mike> Well, ma'am, there were others in the area, but no women if that's what you mean. Chirakis: Mike> Not even close, ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: Commander, Medusans are these species without bodies. To look on one without protective lenses cause humans to go insane. Johnson Kenyon: However they are very useful navigators and have been serving in some specially designed Star Fleet ships. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright. thank you. That'll be all for now. Johnson Kenyon: That got me thinking. If they can do that, could a non corporal being live in our power systems? Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::apparently dreaming, but incoherent:: Scott Coleridge: Errrr ::scratches his head for a moment:: Chirakis: Mike> Yes, ma'am. :::stands, about face, moves out::: Johnson Kenyon: Whether it is an advanced virus or a being, the defenses are the same. Somehow this thing appears to be learning our systems... experimenting. mimipavilion: ::begins a search perimeter in engineering looking for red haired female engineers:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Does not feel angry, but... disappointment? Delusion? :: mimipavilion: ::and crosses it with who was on duty at the time of the incident:: Johnson Kenyon: sending signals through the power relays. Since they are separate from the data relays, they can send information to any part of the station at any time, but they have to send the correct voltages to get a signal through. Scott Coleridge: We've had experiences with non-corporeal life-forms interacting with our power systems. Johnson Kenyon: we have? Chirakis: Mike> :::walks toward Amanda, but does not approach Jake's bed::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, we've encountered a being designated "Shadow." I believe you have clearance for the logs. Scott Coleridge: So such things exist, to be sure. But I'll remind you of Occam's Razor. Johnson Kenyon: Occam's Razor? mimipavilion: ::But doesn't find any correlation:: Hmm... mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia, mind the store. Dacia Sandero: Yes, very well.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: watching couples and others around the park :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Message to Nijil through data PADD:: Sorry. Tied up with Coleridge visit. Will get back to you later. Scott Coleridge: An ancient Earth expression: Entities should not be multiplied without necessity. Amanda Davis PhD: :::slight turn, then looks up to Mike:: Hello, Lieutenant. ::she stands and offers her hand:: I'm Dr Davis, psychiatrist and neurosurgeon. mimipavilion: ::leaves medical and goes to the CnC via tl:: Chirakis: Mike> ::takes her hand:: Mike Jersey, ma'am. ::nods toward Jake:: How's he doing? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps acknowledge on his pads :: Scott Coleridge: Always start from the simplest possible set of axioms, and build your way from there to an explanation. Adding more layers of complexity… positing sentience, for example… without sufficient evidence may send you down the wrong path. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::deep breath::: He's better, but it will take some time. mimipavilion: ::looks around for a bit and spots the Captain:: mimipavilion: ::goes over to her:: Chirakis: :::hears Mimi enter and swivels her chair::: Doctor. ::stands:: I understand there was an accident. Johnson Kenyon: ::nods:: so you think I'm overthinking this? Scott Coleridge: ::looking over Kenyon's shoulder for a moment, frowns:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Yes there was, but the ensign is stable thanks to a quick acting corpsman/engineer. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: swirls his hand in the water :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks back:: Sorry, thought I saw something. What was that you just said? mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: There's a related matter that brings me up here. Chirakis: A corpsman/engineer. Sounds like one of Commander Drexler's team. I’m glad he was available. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Continue. Johnson Kenyon: ::puts down PADD:: Commander, you're saying I'm over thinking this? Scott Coleridge: I like that you theorize big. ::smiles:: It's a good trait in a senior engineer. But sentience is only one theory of many. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to noip :: This is a nice place. Amanda Davis PhD: What he needs most now is rest. We will keep you informed. Johnson Kenyon: Oh. I agree. It's just a very unique situation. Amanda Davis PhD: Mike> Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: The difference between our job as engineers versus the job of the scientists is that we need to put theories into practice. As much as it might intrigue us on an intellectual level, we need to focus on what we can do and leave it to the scientists to investigate what the virus *is*. Amanda Davis PhD: Mike> ::after taking another look at Jake, he exits the trauma unit and the medical complex to return to work:: Scott Coleridge: So whether or not the virus is sentient, we know it *is* adaptive. Proceeding on that basis, consider the best antivirus you can develop to fight it. Scott Coleridge: Why not turn the virus against itself? mimipavilion: The ensign... Wright mentioned a female engineer. Well, the Command Engineers have no female engineers and I checked with our group of engineers, specifically the females on duty. They were else were. Wright mentioned red hair... none of our red haired female engineers where even on duty. Johnson Kenyon: ::nods:: I'm hoping to create an encoding device for the power relays that prevent their signals from passing to data without a code. Johnson Kenyon: Turn the virus against itself? Scott Coleridge: That's a good idea and improves our security overall. Chirakis: :::ponders that::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks at his Chrono, lays back on the grass :: Scott Coleridge: The virus can only adapt based on the feedback signals it receives. You and Tarisa figured out how to run a copy of the virus in a simulated environment. Johnson Kenyon: I'm also setting up a way to modulate the power to sort of damage the viral code if it is in the power stream. Scott Coleridge: Why not replicate that result on the station-level? Figure out how to ensure the virus receives false feedback so that we control how it adapts. mimipavilion: So that made me think we may have an impostor on board. Scott Coleridge: Then it's just a matter of making sure the only thing it disrupts is itself. Chirakis: An impostor. :::pondering::: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: It's a brilliant idea. I'll see if Tarisa can help simulate it. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wakes up :: What...? The park? Scott Coleridge: Good. Keep me apprised of the work on the power systems. ::looks around:: And good luck minding the store until Commander Korjata is back. Let me know if you need anything. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'm forwarding you a copy of the report now. ::sends it from the PADD in her hand:: Chirakis: I'm going to have Lt Garand forward the security footage from that area. Chirakis: We'll see if there is someone wandering. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks down::: Sort of like an antivirus running in lock step... ::looks up:: I'll let you know what I find out. Chirakis: ::nod::: Thank you, Doctor. Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Alexis McFarland: ::eating her food with Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wonders how he got here :: mimipavilion: ::smiles:: No problem. Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ Kenyon to Tarisa. I need your assistance in modifying another simulation. hirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well done, as always. Chirakis: TBS will be until tomorrow morning at 0700. Chirakis: Comments from you, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: One comment from me... actually two comments... Chirakis: First, thank you for persevering and getting into the room. Chirakis: Secondly, next week is just past Christmas. Is that a problem for anyone? Johnson Kenyon: might be Nijil tr'Korjata: Not for me Scott Coleridge: I will be wearing a festive hat, but you won't be able to tell. Chirakis: Understood. Alexis McFarland: Shouldn't be.. mimipavilion: nope Johnson Kenyon: probably not, but there's always that possibility Chirakis: If you can make it, wonderful. If not, no problem. I'll make the sim unofficial just in case. Chirakis: However.... you never can tell what the end of the year will bring.... Alexis McFarland: hmm Chirakis: It could be very interesting. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |20 December 2019 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 TBS is 8 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. The station is fairly quiet, except for a few minor problems at the bar. Bravo shift is on duty. Most of Alpha shift has left CnC, but some remained to catch up on work. Captain Chirakis never seems to leave. Lt Kenyon is working on countermeasures regarding the virus: how it transports from one area to another and how it can be contained. After honing the skills of the PsiCorps, Captain d’Ka has returned to Missouri. Security remains on high alert. Commander Korjata appears confused. He talks to himself and mutters as he wanders through CnC. Dr Pavilion has returned to duty. She has taken him for a medical and psychological evaluation. Starfleet Command Engineer Jake Wright was transported to the emergency section of the medical complex to be evaluated for brain injury.

Eyes Wide Closed Starfleet Command Engineer Jake Wright slid under the console to check for flaws or areas that could be attacked by the technological virus. Problem was that the console was bigger than most, and a heck of a lot different. Squirming your way under it was a job in itself so Jake left his toolbox on top, planning to slip out, change tools or grab another, then slip in again. But Jake was having a problem focusing lately. In fact, he could hardly control himself. He’d work a little, then his thoughts would shift to a female engineer who passed by occasionally. As a young, single man, you can imagine where his thoughts wandered. He tried to fight them off and focus on his work, but she kept coming back. He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. Damn… she’s... gorgeous. No. She’s more than that. She’s drop dead gorgeous! Tall, lithe, and slender, with immaculate skin. Her uniform pressed tight against her body in the most important places, almost like she wanted to…. No. Not goin’ there. Nope, nope, nope. But damn… here she comes again, walking right past him. Sliding out from under the sturdy, expanded console, Jake completely ignored the console’s frame and smacked his head against it so it almost knocked him out. The sudden movement rattled his toolbox just enough to send it over the side and onto his already bruised head. His shout and the massive thud along with the tools scattering across the decking echoed down the passageway toward SFC Engineer Manny Lopez. Manny looked up from his work and scanned the area. He spotted Jake not exactly in the right position, along with a trickle of red dropping on the deck. "Jake!!” he shouted, running toward him then skidding to a halt. “Gees, man. What the hell were you doing? Heard the thud all the way down the passageway! And you’re bleeding all over the place, man!” Within seconds, two more SFC Engineers jogged in their direction. Mike Jersey, a tactical corpsman before entering engineerhood, grabbed the bulkhead med kit and dropped down next to Jake. “Seeeeit, man,” said Mike, his expression focused as he checked him over, then opened the kit to retrieve the proper gear, noting that Jake's eyes were dilated. “What the hell were you doin’, man?” “Uh… looking at someone?" he replied listlessly. "I think? Or... something? Don’t quite remember.” “Well hold still,” Mike said calmly. “You’re gonna be okay, just gotta stop that bleed so you don’t make a trail all the way to medical. Lopez,” he called without turning. “Get us a transfer to medical, and do it now.” “I’m good, Mike,” Jake insisted, his words slurred. “Seriously. I’m good. I’ll make it to ...” His face paled, and he relaxed against Mike’s leg, trying to catch a breath. “Yeah, right. What the hell were you doin’ anyway, besides checkin’ out the ODN lines?” “Just looking at….” Jake began, wondering what to say. “Uh... just watching this gorgeous… thing. I mean… girl? Woman? Yeah, she was good. As good… might be….” He passed out as the transfer to medical came through. Jake and Mike disappeared. Lopez and SFC Engineer Jim Strickland—aka Strick—stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the somewhat bloody decking for a few minutes, waiting for the cleaning droid. Finally, “We got female engineers?” asked Lopez skeptically. Strick shook his head slowly. “Not with us. But ...” He shrugged. “Maybe the station has some?” “But we’re the only ones working down here, right?” Manny’s brows knit and his eyes swept the area as though he might see ‘this woman’ any minute. “Not down here, man. I mean, if he saw her we should’a seen her.” “Yeah, man. We should’a seen her. But I didn’t. And you didn’t” Another few seconds passed before Strick asked, “He’s not on hooch, right?” “What?” Lopez snorted. “Jake on hooch? He never drinks, except for juices and stuff. You know… vegan.” A long pause, and Lopez shook his head, muttering, “This is gonna be one hellofa report for Commander Drexler.”

Residual Concerns They shared the same concerns: the Stone of Gol, V’Mal’s collaborators, and the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit, to name a few. Hopefully they could formulate at least one plan. ~Cayne & Chirakis, Far From Over - 2018 Several hours after inspecting what was left of the aliens’ delta-wing black stealth-hulled starship—the remains of which spread across an entire landing deck on USS Missouri—and listening to engineering and science personnel regarding their findings, Captain Chirakis returned to the station. Captain d’Ka accompanied her to watch the pending security drill, especially the newly established PsiCorps. Not long ago, the rogue Vulcan, V’Mal had used his psychic abilities to take control of Aegis and retrieve the Stone of Gol. The villain pulled 32 security officers into insanity, resulting in their deaths. Since then, measures had been taken to counteract a similar situation in the future. Captain Chirakis and Commander Cayne, with the permission of Starfleet Command, gathered the most focused psychics on Aegis, trained them, and formed the PsiCorps. Even at this late hour, Chez Antonio was bustling with patrons. Captain d’Ka and Kirel weaved their way through the restaurant, occasionally pausing to greet patrons, and eventually arriving at the captain’s reserved table. Their purpose was not so much enjoyment as it was to give d’Ka the opportunity to scrutinize the clandestine PsiCorps personnel who were assigned to the commerce deck. The proprietor, Antonio, was congenial as always. Their tables were set in a strategic area, not only giving them a full view of the commerce deck, but allowing them a swift exit if necessary. Kirel noticed several undercover security officers at the bars—as usual—and a few perusing the stores or having coffee on the mezzanine. “Enjoying yourself, Kh’éile?” said Kirel with a minimal smile as she relaxed in the armchair. He seemed to be concentrating, focused in a casual way as he scanned the crowd. “I am,” he began quietly. “It’s very interesting. It isn’t often that I get a chance to observe and report.” Snifter in hand, he swirled the brandy carefully and glanced in her direction. “I see a few… soiléir.* They draw attention, though probably not enough for suspicion. And a few… síceaic,” he said, using Sindar to keep the conversation private. “And who might that be?” D’ka leaned forward into an impish smile. “I can send you images.” Setting her brandy aside, she leaned toward him… mirroring his smile while her eyes mirrored caution. “Just don’t fry my brain.” It took a few seconds for the images to form, so he was being careful. “And who are those we should deal with?” “The first few.” Relaxing in her chair, she closed her eyes for a moment and the images reappeared “I see,” she sighed thoughtfully. “I have been watching them as well. I’ll take them aside tomorrow. Would you assist with the Síceaic while I work with the others? That is… unless you need to be elsewhere.” He gave a slight chuckle and relaxed in the armchair. “We will be here for a while. Of course I will assist.” _______________________ Kh’éile - bond mate Soiléir - undercover Síceaic - empaths

Aegis Mission Brief 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis engineering and science work to secure our defenses against the virus. Security's PsiCorps and undercover agents will be training. Otherwise, things are fairly quiet. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC and pauses for assessment::: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: ::working hard on counter measures for how he believes the virus is travelling:: Cptn d'Ka: ::refreshing himself in her quarters before returning to Missouri:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds himself in an unusual place :: Chirakis: ::returns the nod::: Good morning, Commander Kital. Jylliene: Good morning, Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at ops science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at the engineer :: What are you doing SubCommander? mimipavilion: ::getting dressed for work, still sad about what happened; but better than she was two days ago:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: I'm checking systems at the command center. :: He was unsure what to make of Commander Cayne, even after all this time :: Chirakis: :::relieves the duty officer and takes her place in command::: Tarisa: ::Steps off the lift, onto CnC.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil could hear her voice :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: grunts, sips his coffee :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: winces :: What is this? Tarisa: ::Walks over to SCI, seeing Dran.:: Good morning. Chirakis: ::absorbed by information she has just received, so she just nods to Tarisa and Tae'Lynn::: Cptn d'Ka: ::exits her quarters and enters the lift to the security complex::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up again :: I think a new batch of fresh coffee, non-replicated. Even though I fixed the replication systems...people are slow to trust it again. Johnson Kenyon: ::typing up report to Nijil on the theories of the virus transport:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::goes to her desk in her quarters, before leaving:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It is...strong. Tae'Lynn Dran: Good morning. Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping!:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waving a scanner over Cayne's display :: Ie, something from the Korjata family farm... not sure what planet. So many to keep track of... au know that a native feline first eats the coffee beans, th- Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Swiftly puts his hand up :: No no, don't tell me. Tarisa: ::Stands by the console.:: Anything of interest this morning? Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in the sickbay:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Fairly normal scans. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees a woman at the far end of the CnC. She looked vaguely familiar, a whisper in a crowd, but... :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches the engineer walk away for a moment :: Something I said? Alexis McFarland: ::Clutches her pillow and is curled into a ball. Her pet kitten is curled up on her loveseat asleep as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks across the CnC and up to another mid-deck. Peers around a corner :: Johnson Kenyon: ::sends Nijil his theory of virus movement and some suggestions on how to contain it:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: That is good, I suppose. mimipavilion: ::goes to the nearest tl and orders it to the CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Wakes up early, rubbing her eyes as she gets out of bed.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shakes his head :: (m) Who was that? :: he said quietly to himself :: Cptn d'Ka: :::upon entering security, he watches the PsiCorps as they continue honing their skills:: Johnson Kenyon: ::explaining that the virus could be alien, moving through the power relays and testing the capability, or could even be a Medusan relaying orders:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turned around and looked for Jylliene :: Jylliene: ::at Ops, focused for now on the displays and records from the previous shift:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stopped by a notification on his padd, Engineer Kenyon's latest research regarding the nature of the virus they were fighting; still fighting :: Chirakis: :::looks up from her work:: Commander Korjata? Scott Coleridge: ::notices the CnC is getting fairly busy, smiles at the idea that everything is returning to normal on Aegis and nothing could possibly go wrong:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh huh. :: Perks up :: Ie Captain? mimipavilion: ::steps on the CnC and slowly walks around:: Chirakis: ::curious:: Have you a reason for being in CnC? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over at Nijil's confusion, goes back to his reading of sensor logs, a brief history of the last few hours :: Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to face him, noting his expression::: Jylliene: ::overhears, glances over, puzzled by his behavior:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This is part of the station and as an engineer the entire station is my domain. These are some overdue checks and recalibrations. Tarisa: I needed a break from the virus project. Though we have had some breakthroughs...in more areas than one. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks :: Jylliene: ::does not think this response sounds terribly much like him:: Jylliene: ::true though it might be:: Chirakis: :::nods::: Very well. Carry on. ::still watching him as he seems confused::: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's reassuring to hear. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have found out that I am not a morning person, so pardon my...abnormalities. Jylliene: ::getting increasingly weird feelings:: Chirakis: I see. Have you seen Dr. Sandero? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees Jylliene, goes over to her. Smiles :: Commander Kital. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil, in the report:: we might be able to contain such a virus by spiking the power output through the relays.... this might disrupt the virus ability to send messages. Nijil tr'Korjata: How's your station? :: wanting to ask a question :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Something else interesting happened... ::Tail swishes a bit as she thinks about it.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: his padd vibrates :: Jylliene: ...Nijil. ::still really feeling weird, but smiles:: It's fine. All normal. Chirakis: ::he doesn't seem focused at all, moving from one person to another without reason and asking Jylliene how her station was::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to the kitchen, getting a morning snack.:: mimipavilion: ::walks over to the Captain:: Jylliene: ::So very confused. And alarmed.:: Chirakis: ::putting aside her PADD, she rises from the command chair::: Dr. Pavilion. :::welcoming smile:: mimipavilion: Hello Captain. Alexis McFarland: Kitten>. ::jumps on Alexis and meows at her:: Chirakis: How are you doing, Doctor? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and opens her eyes:: Mmm, what do you want? Oh, you're hungry. Okay... Chirakis: ::slight glance at Nijil::: Cptn d'Ka: ::educating his group on the nuances of psychic manipulation::: Nijil tr'Korjata: (w) Those names.. I thought those were the first names of even more engineers coming onboard, but...do those names mean what I think they mean? Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up and heads to the kitchen to replicate kitty some nice Feline Supplement 74, which she puts on the floor with some water for her kitty:: mimipavilion: Ok I guess, but better than I was two days ago. ::looks at Nijil::softly so Chirakis hears:: Wonder what's with Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Scans the ODN connections to her station... all green, thankfully :: Chirakis: I am not sure, Doctor. Alexis McFarland: ::Mr. Moht sets out some breakfast for Alexis - eggs and bacon and OJ:: Jylliene: ::Somewhat relieved now:: Could be. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets a weird vibe from far off in the station, as if some Rihan is up to no good :: Alexis McFarland: That was quick. ::eating her breakfast:: Chirakis: ::and now he seems focused... except for ignoring the engineering officer at his side::: Johnson Kenyon: ::getting caught up on the engineering backlog:: Scott Coleridge: ::notices Mimi and Chirakis talking, Nijil and Jylliene talking:: Johnson Kenyon: ::directing repairs throughout the station:: Jylliene: (w) We can talk about it after shift. ::somewhat relieved smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels a little pale at the possible news :: That's great. :: containing his emotions for the sake of the CnC :: mimipavilion: ::looks back at Chirakis:: Odd, I think as he's up here and acting odd I think I'll observe him. I'll let Dacia know I'm back on duty. Jylliene: ::indicates Kenyon:: Think he had something for you? Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Please do. Nijil tr'Korjata: We have much to talk about... Let me cook for au tonight then. Replication has been off people's minds lately. And your station is clean. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Will do. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders when he can tell Annisha...or how :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a bacon:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing a note to thank the 30 engineers for relieving the station engineering crew:: Chirakis: ::glance to Scott, then to Nijil, wondering if he's fit for duty:: Chirakis: ::casual walk around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, off to my own space. Next time I get a ship or station with fewer levels :: Scott Coleridge: ::reads Chirakis' glance, responds with an eyebrow raise and pursing his lips while shifting them to one side:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: puts his scanner back in the case :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to one of the mission consoles, activating it, relaying a message to Dacia that she's back on duty and she's on the CnC; keeps an eye on Nijil:: Chirakis: ::stops at Ops::: Commander Korjata, a word. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to no one in particular then heads for the lift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. Some engineering issue? Chirakis: My office. ::she leads the way:: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a message and reads it:: that's great.. Welcome back, hope you are feeling better ::she replied back:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters her office :: Tarisa: ::Ears perk up at what was happening at OPS. She refrains from glancing for now.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his kit case in front of him :: Chirakis: ::behind him, allowing the door to close::: Commander, you seem either worried, exhausted, or both. Chirakis: Are you aware that an engineer was waiting beside you? Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been burning plasma at both ends lately and some possible news from Jylliene, but that's too early to confirm just yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, I realized what the news was and was distracted. Chirakis: And "burning plasma" is a way of saying that you have not slept for a while? Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, it's a paraphrase of the earth expression of burning a candle at both ends. Thought it needed a more modern approach. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have slept, just not as well as I would like. Alexis McFarland: ::watches kitty eat her food:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil has had a chance to look at his message:: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment, then says:: I am going to relieve you of duty for now. You are to report to Dr Pavilion for an examination, then to your quarters for rest. Lt Kenyon will relieve you. mimipavilion: ::gets the reply::messages back:: thanks Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain? Cptn d'Ka: ::he directs a few to focus more keenly rather than globally:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Have I done something wrong? Chirakis: No. Nothing wrong. It is obvious that you need rest, so you will rest. And that is not a suggestion, Commander. Chirakis: Forward the message from Lt Kenyon. He will relieve you until you are fit for duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright Captain. :: disappointed and turns to leave :: Chirakis: ::follows him out, she looks for Kenyon::: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering:: Chirakis: ::Notes that Kenyon has left::: Commander, forward Mr Kenyon's information to Commander Coleridge. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Close the messages on his padd, makes his way to the lift :: mimipavilion: ::sees that Nijil is making his way to the lift:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Opens it back up again as the lift doors close :: Dear Doctor. I am to report to au for a medical evaluation :: Chirakis: :::watching Nijil leave, followed by Mimi. She walks slowly to Scott and stands beside him, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts::: mimipavilion: ::goes to the lift and enters:: Let's go. Nijil tr'Korjata: That was fast Doctor. I have not seen au sense... mimipavilion: I just came back to duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. Well, if au wish someone to talk to, err, about it. I appear to have my calendar free. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Subcommander Korjata, Sir, I wanted to talk to you about the report I sent Alexis McFarland: ::finishing up her breakfast, drinking her glass of orange juice::: Chirakis: ::to Scott:: Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::receives a report:: Oooh, a report. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Yes, Captain? mimipavilion: ::the lift comes to stop near medical:: I'll think about it, in the meantime let's get you checked out. Chirakis: Indeed. A report from Mr Kenyon, regarding the virus, is in your box. Scott Coleridge: I see that. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I looked over it briefly, but I have been relived of duty. So let me look over it with a clear mental state and I'll make remarks on it. Scott Coleridge: I will read it using my finest console. ::points:: Also my only console. Chirakis: :::slight grin:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Relieved of duty? ::doesn't know what to say:: Chirakis: +Kenyon+ Lt Kenyon, report to my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks into medical :: Au know. I was thinking of asking to camp out at the park...for a change of scenery that is not a holodeck simulation. Johnson Kenyon: +Chirakis+ Yes Ma'am. On my way Chirakis: ::and miraculously, Kenyon appears at her office door::: Come in, Lieutenant. Johnson Kenyon: ::walks in, salutes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Does everyone know about my dreams Doctor? mimipavilion: ::entering medical:: wouldn't hurt, take a seat. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: mimipavilion: I don't think so. When was the last time you were in medical? Chirakis: :::she closes the door::: At ease, Lieutenant. Commander Korjata has been temporarily relieved of duty until he is well rested. In his absence, you will be chief engineer. Have you a problem with that? Johnson Kenyon: ::standing, looks at the Captain:: No, Captain Nijil tr'Korjata: I have a name now Doctor... Kryndi. Chirakis: Very well. I have forwarded your information to Commander Coleridge. Chirakis: You will report to him if you have more information. Chirakis: Dismissed. mimipavilion: ::confused:: Kryndi? What or who's that? Johnson Kenyon: ::nods head, turns to leave:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought it was someone on the station, but the name is not on any registry here or in this sector. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head:: Thank you, Captain for the trust you have in me mimipavilion: ::nods:: Hmmm ::scans him:: Is there anything else that I should know? Nijil tr'Korjata: If the name is in reference to my dream. Either the woman I see in them is Kryndi, or I am. Johnson Kenyon: ::::walks out of office:: Tarisa: ::Notices Johnson leaving the office.:: Chirakis: ::also exits the office and approaches Tarisa and Dran:: Anything new, Commander? ::Tarisa:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Other than taken off duty I don't know. I got a weird vibe from the CnC staff. I know I don't go up there much, but... I got some possible news I will need to discuss with Jy. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking for Commander Coleridge:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Makes sure he stays awake so he can stay on duty :: Scott Coleridge: ::sees Kenyon looking for him:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sometimes I fit in on the station, sometimes I feel a stranger. Tarisa: We have a breakthrough in the virus safeguards. Engineering is working on it now. mimipavilion: ::nods finishes the scan:: Ok I ordering you to get some rest and make a list of names and related items that are related to your dream. at some point we're going to need to make a sketch of the woman. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Interesting, yes? Dacia Sandero: yes quite. Chirakis: TBS is 8 hours. The time will be 3 PM. Many of you will want to relax for a while. Tarisa: I sense Dr. Davis being busy in the near future. Chirakis: Indeed she will be. I will inform her. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, I'm being told to look at a woman? Chirakis: Problem, Commander? mimipavilion: Uh yeah in a sense. Chirakis: I see... Nijil tr'Korjata: No no no... :: looks at Jy :: Chirakis: If there is nothing else.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |13 December 2019 29 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.150 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are diligently working on locking down the system virus that has been jumping from one area of the station to another. Security will be in the crosshairs of Captains d’Ka and Chirakis as they smooth out the PsiCorps and undercover security personnel. Otherwise, the station has been fairly quiet.

Residual Concerns They shared the same concerns: the Stone of Gol, V’Mal’s collaborators, and the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit, to name a few. Hopefully they could formulate at least one plan. ~Cayne & Chirakis, Far From Over - 2018 Several hours after inspecting what was left of the aliens’ delta-wing black stealth-hulled starship—the remains of which spread across an entire landing deck on USS Missouri—and listening to engineering and science personnel regarding their findings, Captain Chirakis returned to the station. Captain d’Ka accompanied her to watch the pending security drill, especially the newly established PsiCorps. Not long ago, the rogue Vulcan, V’Mal had used his psychic abilities to take control of Aegis and retrieve the Stone of Gol. The villain pulled 32 security officers into insanity, resulting in their deaths. Since then, measures had been taken to counteract a similar situation in the future. Captain Chirakis and Commander Cayne, with the permission of Starfleet Command, gathered the most focused psychics on Aegis, trained them, and formed the PsiCorps. Even at this late hour, Chez Antonio was bustling with patrons. Captain d’Ka and Kirel weaved their way through the restaurant, occasionally pausing to greet patrons, and eventually arriving at the captain’s reserved table. Their purpose was not so much enjoyment as it was to give d’Ka the opportunity to scrutinize the clandestine PsiCorps personnel who were assigned to the commerce deck. The proprietor, Antonio, was congenial as always. Their tables were set in a strategic area, not only giving them a full view of the commerce deck, but allowing them a swift exit if necessary. Kirel noticed several undercover security officers at the bars—as usual—and a few perusing the stores or having coffee on the mezzanine. “Enjoying yourself, Kh’éile?” said Kirel with a minimal smile as she relaxed in the armchair. He seemed to be concentrating, focused in a casual way as he scanned the crowd. “I am,” he began quietly. “It’s very interesting. It isn’t often that I get a chance to observe and report.” Snifter in hand, he swirled the brandy carefully and glanced in her direction. “I see a few… soiléir.* They draw attention, though probably not enough for suspicion. And a few… síceaic,” he said, using Sindar to keep the conversation private. “And who might that be?” D’ka leaned forward into an impish smile. “I can send you images.” Setting her brandy aside, she leaned toward him… mirroring his smile while her eyes mirrored caution. “Just don’t fry my brain.” It took a few seconds for the images to form, so he was being careful. “And who are those we should deal with?” “The first few.” Relaxing in her chair, she closed her eyes for a moment and the images reappeared “I see,” she sighed thoughtfully. “I have been watching them as well. I’ll take them aside tomorrow. Would you assist with the Síceaic while I work with the others? That is… unless you need to be elsewhere.” He gave a slight chuckle and relaxed in the armchair. “We will be here for a while. Of course I will assist.” _______________________ Kh’éile - bond mate Soiléir - undercover Síceaic - empaths

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief = /\ = = /\ =28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis engineering and science work to harden our defenses against the virus. USS Missouri engineers are inspecting the Alien Alliance ship that attacked Aegis space. So far, Missouri has broken their code. Other elements of the alien ship have not been determined. Missouri medical personnel are examining the aliens that manned the ship. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Chirakis: :::slate in hand and reading, the doors to the command lift open and she steps out:: Scott Coleridge: ::eating dinner in his quarters, thinking about everything that has been happening:: Chirakis: :::without looking up:: As you were. ::then looks up to Officer of the Watch, Lt Grayson. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The day went by quickly for Nijil, as if he pressed the same buttons day after day. He had a mild headache. Like many other times at the end of his shift :: Annisha: :: Working on her homework :: Chirakis: Anything that I need to know, Lieutenant? Chirakis: Grayson> No, ma'am. All quiet and secure. Chirakis: Good. ::nods, then spots Cayne::: Commander? Still on duty? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Just catching up on some scans. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He decided to make his way to sickbay for something else he could try. He swore it was late in the evening, or his body said so, but it was not so :: Chirakis: ::continues to read through the information on her slate:: Let me know if there is anything important. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his dinner and leaves his quarters to make some rounds:: Chirakis: ::starts to enter her office, stops, then turns and secures her slate on her hip::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: After some moments, he entered sickbay. He spoke to the attendant describing the symptoms to them. :: Chirakis: ::she stands there thinking, then approaches Cayne:: Commander.... ::still thinking::: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::Nijil:: Interesting. Chirakis: When you were on Drakel'a... did you notice anything unusual besides the inhabitants? Nijil tr'Korjata: ... felt like my whole day went by, and this headache again. Nothing severe, but it was like before Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It seemed like a normal approach, but we know it had not been a normal planet. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We could have missed something or something the sensors did not detect. Chirakis: ::mulls that over::: Johnson Kenyon: ::guess I'm in my quarters reading a book:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::nods:: Let me do something for the headache. Chirakis: Anything similar to An-Ward? Especially the ship? mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::grabs a hypo and applies it to Nijil's neck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels a tingling :: Like drinking a fresh hot tea... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes his eyes :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nacelles were integrated into the ship structure, bit several species do that. Chirakis: Where in the ship structure? ::arms crossed, listening:: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives at the commerce level:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu>Better Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: moves his hands about a half-meter apart :: I'd guess around 4/5ths the way out from the center Chirakis: And you say that several species do that? Nijil tr'Korjata: Kryndi.... Kryndi, Kryndi... :: stops for a moment :: That name. mimipavilion: Cthulhu> Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, the Defiant class does that too. Most place them apart from the main hull structure, but with the 'wing' design, the integrated the warp coil system into the hull. Scott Coleridge: ::finds the merchant who asked to speak with him, begins discussing something about an issue with a work crew:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Does the name Kryndi mean anything? mimipavilion: Cthulhu> ::thinks:: No. Tarisa: ::In her office, looking over something.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmph. Maybe a search later... :: holds up a hand :: Computer, remind me to perform a search on the name or term "Kryndi" Chirakis: I see. So it is not unusual to have a ship of that configuration. ::thinking aloud::: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Carry on. Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps some Klingon meditation techniques are in my future. mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Each race designs their ships from a unique vantage point, but most separate the nacelles due to ease of shielding. Johnson Kenyon: ::gets off bed and puts down book:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Cthulhu :: Are au new here? Perhaps I don't visit sickbay enough recently to notice. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes talking to the merchant, moves on to the next item on his list:: Chirakis: ::she turns to surreptitiously watch Lt Grayson work with the crew as OIC and notes that he works well with the others::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He realized he'd be thinking of starships the rest of the night. Sighed :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I meant to speak to the doctor about her loss, but I was not sure a Rihan was the species she'd want to see. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still feels the tingling in his head :: Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head as he notices some of the children running through the commerce level, so carefree, so unlike so many of them right now:: mimipavilion: Cthulhu> I've been here for quite a while. I think she's just needing space. Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing in the park.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::changes to civilian clothes and heads to a restaurant, book in hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We have a lot of space.... :: gestures :: out there. Chirakis: ::enters her office, leaving the door open, and relaxes at her desk:: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves the commerce level and heads towards one of the training centres:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down to eat by himself:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to the doctor on duty :: Thanks for the injection. Chirakis: ::things are strangely quiet::: mimipavilion: Cthulhu> No problem. Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to enjoy his book, but lost in thought:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Feiloai mulimuli ane :: he said, but the UT did not translate :: Chirakis: ::Pages through the latest information from SFCommand...most of which is nonsense::: Scott Coleridge: ::meets with a crew member to do a performance evaluation:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: he made his way to the eating establishments :: Chirakis: 10:45 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later he saw Mr. Kenyon with a book :: Kenyon? Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts wandering through the commerce level.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up:: Commander, join me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks from an empty cup :: Grr Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Sure. I made a run to sickbay for this headache...mild, but there. Johnson Kenyon: Haven't you been having difficulty sleeping? Something about night mares? Cptn d'Ka: @{{ Kh’éile.}} Chirakis: ::she looks up:: {{Yes?}} mimipavilion: Cthulhu>::shakes his head, makes a note in his file and sends a message to Scott and Chirakis about Nijil mentioning 'Kryndi' and 'Feiloai mulimuli ane':: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a drink :: I'd not call it a nightmare, just very vivid and I'm in a new place. Cptn d'Ka: @ +com+ ::relaxing in his chair on Missouri:: We have made progress. Not much, but some, regarding the alien ship. Nijil tr'Korjata: There's a woman who always talks to me there, but I don't understand her. It's not my mate either. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Chirakis: +D’ka+ And...? Johnson Kenyon: wow... that's strange. You think it's some telepathic communication? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not exactly I dream I wish to share. Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't know. I should research it, if I could just remember it more. Nijil tr'Korjata: If Alexis is playing a trick on me... I would have to watch her more closely than Annisha. Cptn d'Ka: @ +com+ It's interesting. If you are not occupied, come aboard. Johnson Kenyon: I understand. I needed some downtime too. Chirakis: :::nods::: +com+ Of course. Cptn d'Ka: @ In my office. Johnson Kenyon: I just made the biggest fool of myself Nijil tr'Korjata: How so? Chirakis: Certainly. ::she stands and exits her office, securing the door::: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::informs his OIC that she will be coming::: Johnson Kenyon: Get this... I was running a simulation in the Science lab when Tarisa walks in. Chirakis: ::passes Grayson:: Lieutenant, I will be on Missouri if anyone needs me. Chirakis: Lt Grayson> Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: The attractive science officer? I'm married, not dead. :: smirks :: Johnson Kenyon: As I'm trying to tell her what I'm doing, I go all weird and tell her I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world or something... Johnson Kenyon: I'm so embarrassed Chirakis: ::enters the command transporter and orders it to Missouri::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I would rather regret something I did than something I did not. Johnson Kenyon: I agree. Besides I have a dinner date with her next week now.. Nijil tr'Korjata: I nearly did not run into Jylliene... it was a matter of only her table to sit at. Johnson Kenyon: you met your bondmate because you had to sit with her? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right... a full mess. Nijil tr'Korjata: A dinner date? That's great Chirakis: (two minutes) Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles:: We Johnson Kenyon: shall see Johnson Kenyon: it could be worse. She could have turned tail and run. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au have a steep hill in front of au. That's the nerves and embarrassment... once that is behind au, it gets easy. Tarisa: ::Sneezes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Turned tail... She has one. Johnson Kenyon: Yes, I seem to be enjoying the cat puns. Nijil tr'Korjata: I like to think my non-Rihan-ness helps… Nijil tr'Korjata: I have several cat-related puns.. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks down and smiles widely:: I got it bad. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Nijil tr'Korjata: thanks Tarisa: lol mimipavilion: ::freeze frame:: Chirakis: Very well. We are coming up to the end of the year. It seems to have come very quickly. Chirakis: TBS will be 13 hours. The time at sim begin will be 0700, or 7:00 AM the next day. Chirakis: May 29, 2388 Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: Can we assume I've passed my virus theory up the chain of command? Nijil tr'Korjata: As long as it was not the virus being passed up. Chirakis: I can't imagine why not. Commander Coleridge is our highest rated engineer. Is that what you mean? Nijil tr'Korjata: He is most rank Chirakis: Oh... that could be taken many ways. Johnson Kenyon: I got you. I just didn't know if you wanted me to put that in a log or something. Scott Coleridge: Hey, I bathe regularly. Johnson Kenyon: you do? Chirakis: I believe that the next day would be a good time to throw it on the top of his desk - above the rest of the paperwork he has lined up. Chirakis: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing from me Chirakis: Very well.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Contemplation I and my bosom must debate a while, and then I would no other company. ~William Shakespeare ~Henry V, Act IV, Scene 1 Above the saucer section of Sky Harbor Aegis, several pinnacles reach into space to receive or deliver data for the benefit of Aegis security. Inside the station dome, on decks one through five, specialists monitored subspace communication. Specialists on decks six through ten were responsible for sensor monitoring and analysis. Above deck one was a little-known area that was used for tower maintenance. The area above Deck 1 was small, but comfortable and quiet. A viewport circled its rim. Kirel leaned against the viewport and stared into the void, a deep nothingness except for faint points of light: stars, galaxies, and nebulae. They appeared peaceful but were often tainted or destroyed by their inhabitants. Hopefully that would not be the destiny of Aegis nor TKR 117. The present situation concerning the Alien Alliance had taken its toll on Aegis command, especially on its commanding officer. As an SI-5 operative, Chirakis Kirel could deal with one puzzle at a time. As Aegis’s commanding officer she had been forced to deal with an onslaught of information that threatened to drag her into mental chaos. Too many thoughts. Too many incidents that seemed to point in one direction and suddenly pointed to another: the Alien Alliance. The disappearance of the Breen freed millions of slaves. Some were docile, desiring a quiet life in freedom. Others formed gangs, cartels, and syndicates. Now known as the Alien Alliance, they were determined to conquer the galaxy, beginning with Aegis and the Joint Allied Powers. The first major encounter with the Alien Alliance came when the Adriatic was pulled into a transwarp ribbon that threw them to the far edge of Alliance space almost instantly. When Alien Alliance ships caught them warping through their space on their return to Aegis, they gave pursuit but did not enter Joint Allied Powers space. Why not? Why did they not pursue? Two flights of A-85 Crusaders broke into her thoughts when they shot out of Missouri’s flight deck, swerved into formation, shifted into stealth mode, and disappeared. Missouri was on guard, as was the D’deridex class RSE Praetor and several birds of prey. They furnished defenses. Kirel needed answers. Pushing off from the viewport, she began to pace. Her list was expansive, much to consider. Glitches in the station's systems, a star’s EM pulses that almost devoured Argos II and Nei’rrh, the Gremlins and their ignorance, the Crow’s cartel below decks, the formidable Alien Alliance ship manned by ignorant non-humanoid beings attempting to attack Aegis, the planet Drakel’a that quickly shifted from a small way-station for organized crime to a major Alliance hub, the planet An-Ward and its delta-shaped black stealth hull, and Ragor Tal…. “Kh’éile.” D’Ka’s psionic call jerked her out of her thoughts. “What?” she growled at the interruption. “You cannot resolve these situations immediately, nor can you do it alone. Trust yourself. Trust those those around you. The solutions will come.” Bracing herself on the viewport, her anger slowly subsided. Very slowly. Eventually her expression relaxed into a slight smile. “You heard my conversation with Commander Coleridge.” “Of course. As your bondmate, it is my right. Your words to him were wise. I suggest you do the same.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 6 December 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis’ engineering and science continue to work on hardening our defenses against the virus. Though the virus seems to be dormant, it could emerge again as a more powerful entity. USS Missouri engineers continue working on inspecting the massive delta-wing Alien Alliance ship that attacked Aegis space. So far Missouri has broken their code, but the composition of the hull and the configuration of other ship elements have yet to be determined. Medical personnel are examining the aliens that manned the ship. Though the ship was originally manned by humanoids, the aliens who manned the ship were non-humanoid, similar to our Gremlins.

Sky Harbor Aegis Chat Log 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Science and engineering are working on virus prevention. It is possible that the Alien Alliance is testing the waters. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Still working that coffee, even after several warmups :: Johnson Kenyon: ::lost in thought:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at CnC science station:: mimipavilion: ::still in her quarters:: Chirakis: ::closes the session with Solokov and Raza, makes a few notes, and puts them aside::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Giving Miana and Alexis the Rihan eye. Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Jylliene: ::double-checking the supplies:: Chirakis: ::flips her stylus a few times, then stands to stretch and stare out the window::: Chirakis: ::a few deep breaths and she exits her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was already thinking of lunch. There were thousands of sandwiches, thousands of soups... :: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives back on CnC from a meeting:: Chirakis: ::notes the XO entering and nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::having updates all the ongoing life science experiments she lazily watched the blips and beeps of the sensor inputs:: Alexis McFarland: Mmmm?? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if there is some way to test his theory....:: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: The SIMULATION! Jylliene: ::switches to another list, adds a few entries, subtracts a few others, then returns her attention to the requisition submissions:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in front of a replicator, sighs :: Computer, one...one... split pea soup at 89 degrees. Johnson Kenyon: ::working his way back to the science lab where he was shown the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering and science seem to have the current situation well in hand. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil quickly grabbed the soup and placed it on the table. He then stuck a probe to get its temperature :: Chirakis: Excellent. ::to Scott:: They have contained the virus? Scott Coleridge: Looks like. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: then tastes the soup :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mmm. Temperatures are alright. Chirakis: ::takes a deep breath, considers that, and slowly exhales:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in the science lab... evidently alone. Picking up programming PADD and modifying the simulation:: Chirakis: :::still somewhat skeptical about the virus being contained::: Chirakis: ::too many "whys" and many more "whens" seem... menacing::: Scott Coleridge: I'm hoping our new security measures prevent future issues, but I recommend we keep security on high alert for a few more days at least. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He went to the replicator again :: Computer, one Rihan disruptor, early this century. Authorization gamma 2 3 9 0. Jylliene: ::sends the modified list off to Nijil:: Chirakis: Agreed. And security is on high alert, especially given the situation on.... ::she stops, realizing that they are in an open area and some things should not be discussed here::: Johnson Kenyon: ::programming the simulation with specific power output checks:: Jylliene: ::sends a few queries out to discover the need for some of the requests:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods, understanding:: Chirakis: ::Scott::: Commander, a moment in my office if you will. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reaches in for the disruptor :: Well, this works. Scott Coleridge: ::raises eyebrows:: All right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Primes the weapon, then turns it off :: Chirakis: :::turns to enter her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places it back on the replicator platform. :: Computer, recycle rihan weapon. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns on the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::follows:: Chirakis: :::secures and door and initiates privacy::: Please. Have a seat. :::waves in that direction as she takes her chair::: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha still:: Chirakis: To begin with, there is a reason why Missouri is in high orbit... Chirakis: ...and they will not approach Aegis for a while. Tarisa: ::Enters the science lab.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is with Alexis and Annisha.:: Chirakis: :::proceeds reading him in on the alien ship, the massive delta-winged ship that ran itself toward Aegis and how it is being handled on Missouri::: Johnson Kenyon: ::I'm in the science lab:: Scott Coleridge: This is an Alien Alliance vessel? Jylliene: ::settles back in with normal requests, and considers whether there are any additions she'd want to make to Annisha's room:: Chirakis: It was. Scott Coleridge: I have to say I'm not comfortable that some members of the alliance have access to technology so sophisticated. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> When do au think we'll get back to a planet? Jylliene: ((Never. Stuff always happens.)) Chirakis: It was the same ship we encountered at An-Ward, but manned by unknown aliens, not humanoids. Why we do not know. Commander, I don't believe it's a matter of having access, but having the knowledge to create it and use it at will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Looks around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the simulation alter:: Alexis McFarland: Which planet? I think we could if we wanted. I could ask my grampa to book us a flight on one of his ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He had ran many tests on the replication systems without issue :: Alexis McFarland: I hope it'll go down better than our last trip to a planet, though. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Oh the planet was fine. Getting home wasn't. :: frowns :: Tarisa: ::Spots Johnson, walking over to him.:; More simulations? Alexis McFarland: Yes, that's true. ::clutches Miana:: Scott Coleridge: So Starfleet sent us 30 more engineers... any other sign of reinforcements? Alexis McFarland: Though next time let's go somewhere where the bugs aren't as big. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing Tarisa:: Oh Commander! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone brought PADDs to his desk to review. He nodded as he took them and started to read :: Tarisa: Miana> Will they lets us go so soon after our incident? Alexis McFarland: I hope so. Chirakis: Yes, there is. There is reinforcement around the station. Reinforcement that we cannot see, furnished by the RSE. ::slight smile:: Friends in high places. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Hello. Johnson Kenyon: I was thinking about how the virus moves around on the station.... seemingly randomly... so I ran a simulation and traced its movements to the power couplings. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Shrugs :: Don't know. We may have to escape. Perhaps a field trip for school. Johnson Kenyon: I'm... ::shakes his head:: I'm... Alexis McFarland: Maybe, but it'd probably be to one of the nearby planets if its a field trip. ::thinks:: That'd be fine though, I never been to the planets around here other than the one your grandparents are in Jylliene: ((::ears itch, as if somewhere, a child is plotting::)) Tarisa: This is quite the peculiar virus. Johnson Kenyon: ::slaps his head before continuing:: Sorry... losing focus... Johnson Kenyon: assuming the virus is of alien origin, it would not have to follow the typical programming. Tarisa: ::Tilts head slightly at him.:: Do you need to rest? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > They could be anywhere. Their home is really a collection of containers. Guess they could live in space. Johnson Kenyon: typically StarFleet programming.... ::thinking don't distract me:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Farmers in space... Alexis McFarland: Space farmers. Oooh. But we already live in space. mimipavilion: ::going through messages:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil starts to daydream, falls asleep for a few moments :: Johnson Kenyon: typically programming... as I was saying... uses power in some minor amounts to transmit signals through the equipment. Alexis McFarland: ::lays down on the grass:: Chirakis: ::notes his silence::: Johnson Kenyon: ... the circuitry.... but what if they use the power couplings to transfer those signals and not just that minor amount of information Scott Coleridge: That's comforting, to an extent. Johnson Kenyon: ::stops and stares at Tarisa as if in a daze:: Scott Coleridge: But what about assets that don't make the shooty-shooty bang-bang? Chirakis: Explain, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: ::shakes his head and tries to refocus:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Mmm. I see. Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if she's really listening:: Scott Coleridge: More intelligence assets... more scientists... if these species have all this technology, shouldn't we be actively trying to figure them out, instead of waiting for them to show up here and show off how impressive they are? Tarisa: Miana> ::Lays down by Alexis.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up :: Johnson Kenyon: in short, if the virus were using the power relays instead of the data command relay, it could bypass our security Alexis McFarland: I have family that are farmers on Earth and on Betazed. Tarisa: We've managed to isolate the virus, but do you have an idea on how to safeguard the system from future attacks? Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around, mumbles :: We got the time wrong. Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks::: Johnson Kenyon: ::holds his hands over his eyes and shuts them hard:: Chirakis: We are figuring them out as best we can, Commander. Hopefully Missouri's personnel will be able to decipher their codes, identify the composition of the hull, analyze the method of travel, et cetera. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around at the padds, picks one up :: Johnson Kenyon: if it is using the power grid to transmit it's signals, that would also explain why the malfunctions Tarisa: ::Watching him.:: Do you need something to drink? The replicators are up again. I could get you something. Chirakis: There are many questions that need to be answered. For now, we do the best we can and rely on the expertise of many. Scott Coleridge: I suppose. Maybe I'm just wishing I could do more. Johnson Kenyon: the power levels have to be precisely attuned to send and interpret the command path Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to find a mirror :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Tarisa:: Has anyone told you how beautiful you are? Chirakis: It is... a feeling of helplessness. But do not allow it to consume you. Johnson Kenyon: ::continues along same thought as before as if that last bit was in his head:: If you want to stop the path of the signal, you put a firewall in it... here we have to stop the power transmissions which... Johnson Kenyon: ironically have multiple backup systems.... making it very difficult to prevent Scott Coleridge: I'll do my best. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds a reflective surface :: Hmm. I look overworked. :: spies the soup :: Oh. :: slurps some into his mouth :: Mmm. Wonder what this is... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up, tail kind of stops. Cheeks turn a little red.:: Chirakis: Focus on the present, Commander. What we know, what we learn. And always remember that there are others backing us up, especially because Aegis is not the only target. The Joint Allied Powers are in this as well. I have no doubt that you will do your best. Johnson Kenyon: To stop it, we need to put turn off as many backup systems as possible. Tarisa: Uh...yes...that makes sense. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes off the soup :: Alexis McFarland: (lol) Johnson Kenyon: ::eyes budge, mouthing:: Did I say that out loud? Chirakis: Trust yourself, Commander. Trust those around you. They are not perfect, but none of us is. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of Nijil's mate :: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks about which planet they might want to travel to next:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Earth? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Seems rather safe.. it has avoided many a disaster. Tarisa: Miana> Ooo...I have never been there. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Sure! I can take you to New York City, that'd be fun. Tarisa: ::Quietly nods.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Can't we visit York City first? Scott Coleridge: What's our next move, then? Tarisa: ::Trying not to blush harder than she already has.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pokes his head out his office door :: Alexis McFarland: If we go with Dacia, she can show us around London. Old York? I think that's in England too. Dacia told me that once. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa and stares... stunned:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over at Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? Chirakis: Our next move? That is in the future until we understand the present. Johnson Kenyon: I think it's your tail... when I see it, I get mesmerized. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks out to the engineering room, nods as people pass him by :: Chirakis: ::a light blinks on her console, she leans toward it and receives a message from Missouri::: And Missouri is making progress. Johnson Kenyon: I wanted to mention it to you before, but thought it inappropriate with you being so highly ranked and all.... Jylliene: Hm? Yes, fine - just a lot of mundane reports. Thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Try being undercover for months on a cold planet... Tarisa: I... ::Tail slowly moves, so she grabs it, holding it to her side.:: Jylliene: No thank you. ::chuckles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's not a profession for everyone...or many at all. Johnson Kenyon: I think you are probably the most beautiful and brilliant person I've ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the room :: Jylliene: It's certainly not for me, though I'm certainly glad there are those who can do it if needed. Scott Coleridge: What have they found? Chirakis: :::contemplates his classification::: They have deciphered their code. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Just people watched for some moments :: Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa, is there someone in your department that might be able to help design a way to capture the virus in the power supply? Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Now, Commander.... relax and get some lunch. That is not a suggestion. Tarisa: ::Is clearly flustered as she holds her tail, face getting a little more red.:: I...::Coughs slightly.:: D..drink? Water? Tea? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you ever need someone undercover, give me a call Commander. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Jylliene: I will. ::grins:: Chirakis: ::exits with him::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Someone told me Vulcan, but they don't sound fun at all. Tarisa: ::Clears head a seconds.:: I...can have Computer Sciences do it. Scott Coleridge: Are you also having lunch? Alexis McFarland: I've lived on Vulcan on several years... it's okay. Scott Coleridge: ::trying to remember if Chirakis eats or just absorbs energy through sheer willpower:: Johnson Kenyon: ::goes to the food replicator and has it make some tea:: Chirakis: :::changes her expression to relaxed:: An excellent idea. Your choice. ::as they pass::: Commander Cayne, you have the con. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > A lot of desert looking things. Johnson Kenyon: ::and water:: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Alexis McFarland: If we go to Earth, I know lots of nice places to eat in NYC. ::hugs Miana:: ::to Annisha:: That too, though they have a big lake there too. Johnson Kenyon: ::brings Tarisa some Earl Grey tea and cup of water Chirakis: :::motions toward the turbolift::: Chirakis: (two minutes) Chirakis: (sheer willpower, of course) Tarisa: ::Takes the tea.:: Thank you. ::Looks as he is handing the water as well.:: Did you not want something? Alexis McFarland: Summer is coming up, we'll be out of school for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks about holding this together for an hour... no disasters.. :: Scott Coleridge: ::heads to the turbolift:: Chirakis: :::steps in::: Commerce Level. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa in the eyes:: I think I have had plenty... I didn't know the type of tea you wanted so I got both tea and water Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the replication system, looks like his corrections worked :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as always. TBS will be until 5:00 PM - 1700. Johnson Kenyon: ::paused:: Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: curiosity only Nijil tr'Korjata: Was fun Chirakis: Next week is Thanksgiving in the US. We will have an unofficial sim. Dacia Sandero: Yes very fun. Chirakis: Therefore, if you have family obligations, you will not be docked any pay. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 22 November 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. For the moment, Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Hopefully it will stay that way for a while. Science and engineering are working on systems that will prevent a virus from suddenly attacking more crucial areas of the station. Captain Chirakis is consulting with Admiral Solokov and Captain Raza of SI-6 regarding the Alien Alliance and the possibility that they are testing the waters.

Puzzle Pieces Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant [the virus] on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. ~Commander Scott Coleridge Aside from a thoughtful sigh, the captain's office was silent as she, Admiral Solokov, and Captain Raza considered possible containment strategies. The likelihood of an attack on Aegis space or the station itself seemed to be growing bit by bit, piece by piece, a few things here, a few things there, distractions that could suddenly lead to a serious threat. Like the raptors of ancient earth, the Alien Alliance seemed to be distracting from the front, gaining their attention, and then attacking from both sides. Thank Kahless for Jorahl's exceptional defense grid, thought Kirel as she studied Raza and Solokov’s expressions, onscreen from Rendezvous October. "What incidents do we have so far, Captain?" The admiral's question broke the silence. After a deep breath, Kirel flipped open her slate. “So far we have several, Admiral. Our most recent is fairly minor: the discovery of building materials left in the unfinished area of the station. Security pinned down a man called Crow, the radical leader of a cartel. How he intended to use these materials is still unknown, but they have been confiscated.” “Ah… and the small, apparently smelly alien species that assisted has been given asylum, correct?” “Yes, Admiral. We have no way to return them safely to their home world.” Kirel glanced questioningly to SI-6 Director Raza, who waved her on. “Next, I believe that you are familiar with the latest alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis?” “Yes. Captain d’Ka informed us. Quite a ship, as I understand. Delta-wing, black stealth hull. Interesting configuration. Apparently it will take quite a while for them to decipher the codes, identify the composition of the hull, and analyze their method of travel, not to mention why they sent an inexperienced crew directly into an attack zone.” “Expendable, Admiral.” Kirel paused as Solokov sighed and hung his head. “Missouri’s physicians have yet to determine the species. I tend to believe that they are similar to the gremlins: naive, innocent, and believing everything they were told.” “Humanoid species?” “No, Admiral... which leads to another mystery. When the ship docked at An-Ward, the species that unceremoniously kicked the presumed drunkard, Commander Cayne, out the door and into the sand was definitely humanoid, similar to terrans.” Raza’s hand went up as he leaned forward, his lips pursed in thought. “Kirel, wasn’t that ship able to beam through cloaks?” “It was, and it is probably still able to do so. However,” Kirel continued, holding up a hand to the inevitable question, and knowing that she would have to choose her words carefully. “Captain d’Ka is aware and has… ways of preventing such things… as well as other things that might pose a danger to his ship, his crew, Aegis, or anyone else in the area.” “And that is why they took the alien ship aboard Missouri and why they are in high orbit?” “Indeed.” “Very well, Captain. Continue.” The slate scrolled down to the very first incident. “Significant glitches in several areas of Aegis. They hit random areas of the station and came to a screeching halt, as some call it. The first was a red alert klaxon that locked all doors, essentially holding the entire station hostage. “Then the replicators decided to play chef,” She looked up. “Not my wording, but appropriate. After 38 hours of chasing shadows —again not my words—Starfleet Command sent Commander Eli Drexler with 30 plus engineers to assist. His words were, Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game. “Eventually, engineering and science collaborated to disarm the virus. Taking that into account, I am inclined to agree with Commander Coleridge, that we conquered the virus too easily and that there is more to this than meets the eye.” Solokov leaned back, stroking his chin for a moment before asking, “Testing the waters?” “Anything is possible, Admiral. Eventually we will find out.”

Aegis Mission Brief 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and engineering work on preventing a recurrence of the virus. USS Missouri is examining pieces of the destroyed delta-wing alien ship. They have not been able to determine the hull's composition or decipher the alien technology. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering, going over reports:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking files:: Chirakis: :::in her office, pondering many things, especially the alien ship::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::CnC Science station doing paperwork:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way on the station today took everything he got, taking a break from all his worries... just would not happen today ":: Chirakis: :::she puts the thoughts aside and exits her office to relax into a new day... at least she hopes it will be a relaxing day::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He exited the lift onto the engineering deck. In reality, there were several engineering hubs throughout the station. :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and sees more engineers coming into engineering:: Chirakis: ::: wandering through CnC, stopping for idle chat or to answer questions, noting that there are a few personnel who are fairly new::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The dream again occurred last night. Each one of them not a nightmare :: Jylliene: ::checking a few lists:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On the CnC scanning the sector :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mister Kenyon, what's our status? Chirakis: ::: she stops next to Cayne and checks the tactical screen::: Anything we should be concerned about, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in engineering looking around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and stands at Nijil's presence:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters engineering:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Points to a part of the sector, then sighs :: Not yet. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Sir, I have been passing out engineering assignments. it's fairly quiet and mostly back to normal. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I would think standing in my presence help one's career) Chirakis: :::somewhat relaxed, speaking quietly:: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: Normal is welcome and scary. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: How did you want to carry out Commander Coleridge's directive to harden our defenses against the virus? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages Jylliene: Chicken or fish? :: Chirakis: ::continues to watch the tactical screen in a relaxed manner:: Commander, you remember our discussion regarding the alien ship on An-Ward? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: I've installed the latest updates and have increased the system scanning. If the optimizations are in place we should not notice any responsiveness degradation. Jylliene: ::messages Nijil - 'neither really sounds good right now. Something vegetable?':: Scott Coleridge: ::inadvertently sneaks up behind Kenyon as he was saying that:: Excellent question. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes, the wide-wing vessel. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy: Space cabbage? :: Chirakis: ::she nods:: And you recall that it mysteriously disappeared from the nebulae ::rhetorical question::: Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Messages to Doctor Sandero: had the dream again, not unpleasant :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I was thinking we should install some hardware firewalls that prevent rapidly acting commands to move through quickly Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The records show that yes. Chirakis: What the records will never show is that the remnants are in the third level of Missouri's hangar bay. Missouri's engineers are piecing it back together. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We may need to sandbox some aspects of the system, prevent them from spreading. I've also implemented an experiment to run the station's systems in a simulator to anticipate problems. Chirakis: At least they are trying to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Do we want any of our own people on it? Dacia Sandero: ::hears a ping:: That's interesting. Want me to schedule another appointment with Dr. Davis? At least it wasn't bad or anything. ::sends message:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: the only problem with those hardware options is that they have to slow down the system Jylliene: ::Nijil - 'Cabbage would be too strong. Something milder.':: Nijil tr'Korjata: +msg to Sandero+ They are never bad dreams, but I'll hold off for a bit. Scones are too tempting as well. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: ::noticing he seemed distracted:: You having another conversation, Chief? Dacia Sandero: +Msg+ All right, let me know if they persist and stuff Chirakis: No, Commander. It is all classified. None of the ship is identifiable. The construction is completely alien and difficult to determine its composition. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: msg to Jy: root vegetables then. Scott Coleridge: ::listens to Kenyon and Nijil's conversation, but isn't really there to talk about the new security measures:: Scott Coleridge: ::waits patiently for Nijil to finish up what he's currently doing so he can have a word:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: I think anything we implement result in some slowdown. Jylliene: ::Nijil:: - 'Yes.':: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head around and notices Commander Coleridge:: Sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: At the very least the system should alert us sooner. I'll also dedicate willing engineers to watch only the data flows. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Once we figure out the systems and how they work together it will no longer be alien to us. Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probably a fair bit easier than assimilating into a culture to gather intel. Chirakis: *If* we ever figure out the systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. My daughter running the station yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at a strange message from him to him. Does not remember writing it :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What can I do for you, sir? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: I'm here to speak to Commander Korjata, but while I'm waiting, how have the new engineers been settling in? Johnson Kenyon: The 30 or so from Star Fleet? Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: I haven't seen them much, but I have reviewed their reports. They are doing well. Chirakis: ::decides to leave out the part about the non-humanoid aliens who must have been forced into a kamikaze attack on Aegis.... which did not succeed::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Guess I won't be infiltrating that ship then. Scott Coleridge: Good. I know that a sudden influx of personnel can sometimes be more disruptive than helpful. Chirakis: I would venture to say that no one will... unless the aliens have another similar ship "in the barn" as the terrans say. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Well, they did change some things that would have caused us problems.... I think we were just so tired their changes were welcomed Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks to Coleridge :: Au wished to have a word with me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's a piece of information we don't have...their numbers. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Indeed. I just wanted to check in with you about the new engineers. Anything I need to know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: As you know, I infiltrated Cardassian ranks back in the day, but I'd not blend in well in theirs Nijil tr'Korjata: They seem very run of the mill, as the saying goes. The background checks were fine, They are competent, take orders, polite.. Chirakis: Indeed. And yet you make a very good drunkard ::tosses him a slight smile::: Johnson Kenyon: ::steps away to allow the Commanders to talk:: Chirakis: In any event, I have informed our superiors of the situation and they are following it. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have been in teams of their own, not mixing with ours just yet. Do au have concerns I should observe? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: One thing I was thinking about the other night is how easy it may be for them to infiltrate us. Scott Coleridge: Not as such. I just want to make sure they're more help than hindrance at this critical juncture. Scott Coleridge: Do you need any other resources right now to help with preventing more glitches? Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineering is tricky. Too little and things get out of control...too many and things get out of control. Nijil tr'Korjata: The new protocols will take some time to learn our system, so I'm limiting the processing for a bit. Let me know if au need more. Chirakis: That is always a threat, Commander. Lt Garand is aware. Security is doubled. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: Between you and me…. Chirakis: :::watching Jylliene overwork herself at OPS with so many ships coming and going, she moves on::: Scott Coleridge: I'm emphasizing the new security push because I think that we beat this virus a little too easily. Jylliene: ::more lists:: Chirakis: :::stops next to her, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought::: Johnson Kenyon: ::at a new station, checking through the work load:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We got a cold when we could have gotten a flu Scott Coleridge: Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant it on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? ::shakes his head:: There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: If we continue with the metaphor. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes and I am watching each of them. No doubt the civilians have noticed. Not that they thought the replicators were out to get them. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last report:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Looking over next series of tests and finds they are running low on samples to test:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I plan to change the shift rotations as well, so since we have more people we don't need so long a shift. Rest is important. Chirakis: Should I call in assistance, Commander Kital? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making a note to rummage around the shops for anything interesting the locals have found:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at Kital :: Jylliene: ::Shakes head:: Not necessary at the moment, ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thought that Nijil fellow was a lucky man :: Jylliene: But I'll keep you informed. Nijil tr'Korjata: On that note, is your replicator functioning? Chirakis: ::nods::: Very well. Scott Coleridge: Keep me apprised of those changes. Jylliene: Thank you, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: It still doesn't make a proper Andorian split omelette, but that's normal, so I suppose I have to call it functioning. Chirakis: :::not wanting to return to her office and possibly be accosted by Starfleet Command, she takes her place on the command chair and pulls up the information from there:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Notices Chirakis sitting in the chair, the least used cushion on all the station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I will put our top people on that Captain. Chirakis: :::but she can't shake the idea that the aliens must have forced others to make a kamikaze charge on Aegis and lost their lives because of it::: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: ((Was that directed to me, Nijil?)) Chirakis: (You have been promoted, Scott. Take my place and I can relax.) Nijil tr'Korjata: (ie) Dacia Sandero: (yay) Scott Coleridge: ((Now I'm the one having nightmares.)) Chirakis: ((And I am not ::grin:: )) Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil, dryly:: Appreciate it. You have no idea how much I'm craving a good Andorian split omelette. There's a restaurant that almost gets it right, but they add too much mucus. Scott Coleridge: I'll let you get back to work now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. :: recoils a bit :: Chirakis: ::paging through information, finding the command chair somewhat relaxing, and better than her sequestered office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nijil forgets things) Jylliene: ::glances up at the big screen, then back down to her console, updates a few more items:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continues reading through reports:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: ::leaves engineering:: mimipavilion: ::trying to get things organized and such:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing responses to reports and giving further direction:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours. Chirakis: Comments from you, Commander Coleridge - other than you don't want to be captain. Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.