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  3. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1098, STARDATE 52011.30 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. But an uncovered log entry from an old Suliban operative revealed some interesting information they can help the team get what they need. Only problem, the information lies in the future. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1098, STARDATE 52011.30 = /\ = 201130.html
  4. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1098, STARDATE 52011.30 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. But an uncovered log entry from an old Suliban operative revealed some interesting information they can help the team get what they need. Only problem, the information lies in the future. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1098, STARDATE 52011.30 = /\ =
  5. SD 1129.2020 Having concluded their diplomatic mission and recovered their away team from their mission to the neutral zone, Excalibur is en route to Starbase 37 Tango for a short layover and "refill" before they are to embark on a patrol of the Agape sector along the neutral zone. Sparsely populated the Agape sector is of strategic importance due to the presence of a secret Federation long-range listening post.
  6. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 11/27/20 = /\ = = /\ = 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 = /\ = TBS is 0 - the time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed at Aegis. Personnel are under quarantine in the medical complex. Engineering is examining the ships. The nebular mists have strangely vanished. Flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. They have done nothing that would endanger anything or anyone. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: CdrBrown: ::in Drankum's finishing up a late lunch:: Chirakis: :::staring out the window over the commerce deck, checking those who are in that area::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: With Robinson :: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, checking on the patients:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With the Goon squad. She has a backpack full of snack bars and juice boxes.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: feeling out of it again :: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha, she also has a backpack full of snacks and drinks as well:: We thought of the same thing. CdrBrown: ::finishes the last bites of his Reuben and wipes the mustard from his mouth:: Alexis McFarland: ::the other two girls nod:: Red-haired girl>. Stick close so you don't get lost. It's easy to get lost under there. Amanda Davis PhD: :::approaches Mimi:: It seems that most of the crew are relaxed and ready to leave, even though I believe it should take another 24 hours just to make sure. Sierra Robinson: Chubby Bolian Kid> I got my lunch...made my Mom. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mm. Best to be prepared. CdrBrown: ::pays his tab, grabs the last sip of root beer, and gets up:: Alexis McFarland: ::glances at Chubs:: Nice. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: Let's go. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: follows trying to fit in :: Annisha: Where ya going Alexis? Alexis McFarland: We're off to see the plant thingie. CdrBrown: ::exits the establishment and heads up the nearest set of stairs to the observation level:: Sierra Robinson: :: enjoying a late lunch at the promenade :: Annisha: Oh yeah. Let's go. Tarisa: Miana> ::Follows, and begins humming.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: watching the action from his station :: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, pondering the scan results:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> So are we going to visit the kid-eating-plants? Alexis McFarland: Red-haired girl, Meg>. ::leads the group around to an empty corridor leading to an access tube:: After you...:gestures inside, once she opens the hatch:: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Yes, hopefully it's not hungry Alexis McFarland: ::enters the access tube:: Annisha: :: Follows her friends :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks down the hatch, before climbing down herself.:: CdrBrown: ::stares out the nearest window, seeing a couple of crumbs still lurking in his beard through his reflection:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her tea with her salad :: Alexis McFarland: Meg> ::closes the hatch and climbs down as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is eating with Sierra Robinson :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs>:: struggles down tube :: Chirakis: ::as she watches those on the commerce deck she is more contemplative than usual::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: eating a sandwich :: I am still feeling out of it. I thought I would be over my experience by now. Sierra Robinson: That ship inspection...all three...same thing. Something I doubt Starfleet has run into before, I had a class mention Breen Dampening weapons in the Dominion war..but those left clues to what happened. CdrBrown: ::completely failing to do anything about the crumbs in his beard, steps away from the window and walks towards the lift:: Sierra Robinson: Oh sorry...I won't talk shop now. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Man..I am so buff...no plant is gonna eat me.. CdrBrown: ::enters the TL:: CnC, please.... Scott Coleridge: ::finishing a post-scan analysis, pondering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Please please kitten, don't mind me. :: Nijil facepalms :: Elements. I think I am still Prani.. Alexis McFarland: Meg>. ::kind of hopes the plant eats him first:: There we are. We need to use this crawlway, might be a tight squeeze for you. Maybe suck in your belly. Alexis McFarland: ::to Chubbs: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles as she starts through the crawlway.:: Alexis McFarland: ::follows after MIana:: Sierra Robinson: Sir. .. :: decides to ask :: Are you seeing a Doctor about this? Nijil tr'Korjata: The dampening is different from that conflict. CdrBrown: ::exits the TL to see Scott with a look of deep thought on his face:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Not yet... Guess I should. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Heh!!! CdrBrown: ::to Scott:: You need a meal relief? Annisha: :: Watching their backs :: Sierra Robinson: If something were to happen where we need you on the level sir....and that well...happens. ... Nijil tr'Korjata: I think it's a memory crossing. Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: No, thanks, I had a light lunch. I need to … it’s not micro wormholes, I don’t think. What about a cloaked ship? Or ships? Some kind of cloaked array? Alexis McFarland: Pretty tight crawlway, I guess this is how you kids got around, eh? Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi warned me, given how long I was in their time. Amanda Davis PhD: :::paging through the information she has gained from the crew and a few other things::: Alexis McFarland: ::Meg nods:: Yeah, takes you pretty anywhere you need to go Sierra Robinson: :: partakes of more of her salad :: I guess I think...I am saying is ..maybe you should take some more time off Sir. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> ::: trying not to fall behind...is actually keeping up :: CdrBrown: ::leans in:: cloaked array? that much power drain would require a sizable piece of equipment. have any of the scans indicated an unexplained mass? Alexis McFarland: ::keeps going as well:: Scott Coleridge: Not causing the drain. The mist does that on its own. But as an explanation for where the power went. Tarisa: Miana> ::Climbs out of the crawlway. Dusts herself off.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, I just need a visit with the doctors. I should be fine. :: pause :: We need to find out who disabled those ships. Alexis McFarland: ::dusts herself off as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's something I would do if I was constructing a base within the nebula. Scott Coleridge: While the advanced sensors might detect cloaked ships under certain circumstances, I'm not sure they could do so at such a distance...and the ships, if they were there, have almost certainly moved on now that the mist has dissipated. Chirakis: :::deep sigh as she pushes away from the window::: Alexis McFarland: Meg> Nice work. We just need to go down this ladder which should take us directly there. Scott Coleridge: But imagine... a cloaked vessel or group of vessels uses the mists to siphon away the power, and then they leave and disperse the mist. We have no way of tracing where that energy went. CdrBrown: It would still require a decently sized battery to store the energy, unless it was serving as a gateway to transmit the energy elsewhere. Sierra Robinson: :: pauses :: To develop a weapon system that leaves no trace of its attack is remarkable. And...a bit beyond my understanding of Energy Transfer Physics. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods to Sierra :: +Mimi+ This is Nijil. Scott Coleridge: True. So for now it’s just a theory. But the sensors didn’t turn up the tell-tale signs of micro-wormholes. I'm open to other ideas. Sierra Robinson: :: quiets :: Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: Unless engineering can find something on the ships to give us ideas. Alexis McFarland: ::starts climbing down the ladder:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks down again.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts climbing.:: CdrBrown: would the sensor turn up micro wormholes if they were hidden and shielded inside of a ship? Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: turns on a flashlight and looks down :: Oh man...Superchild time. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Mimi Pavilion+ I need to schedule an appointment. I have issues with my recovery. Annisha: :: Watching Alexis : CdrBrown: with the interference caused by the gas, plus shielding from the vessel itself.... it would make for a great way to hide things. Probably even allow whoever is doing this to use smaller vessels that are even more difficult to detect. mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Alright, when is a good time for you, I would like Dr. Davis to join us. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Mimi+ I am not swamped with work, so when is a good time for you? Sierra Robinson: :: sips her ice tea trying not to be an intrusive listener :: Scott Coleridge: So, I guess that brings us to the bigger question of... why? Alexis McFarland: Meg> Not much longer... Scott Coleridge: This is *not* possibly an efficient way of stealing power. Anyone who can pull this off can generate enough power. And our ships are not themselves damaged. Pump them full of deuterium and antimatter and they're good to go. Scott Coleridge: So what has been accomplished here, other than to bewilder us? Alexis McFarland: ::climb climb:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: finally makes it down the ladder...and looks triumphant :: Man, that was intense. CdrBrown: Charging a much bigger weapon.... powering a society where power generation is difficult otherwise..... an elaborate prank? Annisha: :: to Alexis :: Hey, what level are we on? Tarisa: Miana> ::Hops off ladder.:: That was a long climb... mimipavilion: +Nijil+ will now work for you Alexis McFarland: ::sighs:: 188? Chirakis: :::slow pace around CnC::: Alexis McFarland: Meg> We're almost there. Annisha: Can't be, they would have force fields in place. Sierra Robinson: :: munches some croutons :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +mimi+ Yes. :: to Robinson :: I will see the doctor now. Thanks Alexis McFarland: Oh, that would make our trip a very short one. mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Understood. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Can you join me in my office? Tarisa: Miana> We should rest and have snacks. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk:: Annisha: If au hit the shield, it will get ya. Annisha: Everyone stop! Alexis McFarland: ::Nods at Miana:: I agree. The shield will get us, or the plant? Alexis McFarland: ::stops:: Annisha: The shield. Sierra Robinson: I hope you have a productive appointment sir. Be well sir. Alexis McFarland: Ah. ::moves closer to the others:: It's the type that shocks you? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Says something in Yith without thinking :: CdrBrown: What if draining power from a few ships, in the middle of literally nowhere is just a test of their capabilities? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: walks off from lunch and arrives moments later at sickbay :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: The Bolian 9 year old is of course willing to break out the snacks :: CdrBrown: would engulfing an entire planet be an efficient transfer of energy? Alexis McFarland: ::sits down on the ground and takes off her backpack:: Annisha: I think this is as close as we can get. Sierra Robinson: :: stands briefly with a face of concern as her superior departs :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Has a seat and pulls out a few snack bars, handing them out. Then gets the juice boxes.:: Scott Coleridge: I mean, settled planets can produce a lot of power, sure. Alexis McFarland: Ah. It was still a fun adventure. Alexis McFarland: Can we at least see it from here? Annisha: I don't think so... I don't have a drone either. Amanda Davis PhD: :::sorting material as her lunch arrives next to her::: Thank you, Ensign. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters sickbay :: Doctor? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I should've thought of that Amanda Davis PhD: Ensign> Anything else you need, ma'am? Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, no. This is fine. CdrBrown: On Earth, in the early to mid 1900s, they tested nukes in the middle of nowhere, where the general population wouldn't notice or be impacted Amanda Davis PhD: :::notes Nijil entering the medical complex::: Sierra Robinson: :: finishes up her meal and heads to Main Engineering for a late shift :: mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: I'm in my office. ::pages Amanda to her office:: Scott Coleridge: They did *what*?? Amanda Davis PhD: :::hears the page and moves toward Mimi's office:::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating some snacks:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sipping on a juice box, she reaches into her backpack again, pulling out a small set of what looks like tools.:: Annisha: Well :: eating a lemon energy bar :: We did what we could. Scott Coleridge: I didn't realize our nuclear lunacy started before the Third World War. CdrBrown: Second World War. It’s what helped usher in an end to the conflict. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Man..are we giving up on seeing the plants? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to Mimi's office :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a granola bar:: Yeah, I think so. I don't really know how to get past the shields. Amanda Davis PhD: Hello, Nijil, :::she waves, meeting him at the door:: mimipavilion: ::sees Nijil approach:: Please take a seat Amanda Davis PhD: ::sits aside to listen::: Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Miana's tools:: What are those? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> I hate shields! mimipavilion: You said you were having issues readjusting CdrBrown: A few starships might just be an inefficient amount of power to transfer. An industrialized moon, Utopia Planitia, Earth herself..... the gas can easily encompass objects of their size, and they would be able to drain/transfer magnitudes of more power than three ships can generate. Tarisa: Miana> ::Opens up the pouch to show engineering tools.:: Always try to be prepared. Chirakis: :::everything is strangely quiet in CnC, which makes her wonder::: Alexis McFarland: Wow, I didn't know ya had those. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh I think her memories are with me. Scott Coleridge: If this mist is a weapon, and it can be deployed against an entire planet, that would be... troubling. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: We keep a set in our suite. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am talking in Yith without thinking. I've called Robinson "Kitten" more than once. A term of endearment. Alexis McFarland: Ooh Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Will these get rid of the shield? Tarisa: Miana> I think so. mimipavilion: ::concerned, then looks at Amanda:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I see fragments of her life.. Prani's. Alexis McFarland: If you know how to use 'em. Amanda Davis PhD: :::listening::: CdrBrown: I think we need to look at it as just that. A weapon.... and who knows what their plan is with it. Try a space station next? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm me. :: smiles :: As she described the process. It's not an exact copy like you'd do with an isolinear rod. Scott Coleridge: Then it is even more paramount that we figure out how this mist works and develop countermeasures. Chirakis: :::will speak with the commander when she has a chance, but now is not the time:::: Alexis McFarland: ::drinking her juice box, and resting her feet:: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Engineering asks for a briefing from the duty officer:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Can't we just see though the shield to look at the plant? mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's interesting. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: we are going to need help to figure this out. I see 3 ships out there and plenty of resources... Alexis McFarland: I hope we can. I mean, it's not like I was planning to go up there and touch it or anything. Amanda Davis PhD: ::thinking::: Nijil, can you explain a bit more so we understand? Scott Coleridge: Good point. I'll talk to Dr. Pavilion about when the crews will clear quarantine. That being said, Starfleet will likely want to retask those ships as soon as possible. We can't have 3 ships and crews sitting around right now. Sierra Robinson: + Commander Coleridge + Engineering to Commander Coleridge. Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Yes, Lieutenant? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ia, e masani ona ou miti ... faatali .. CdrBrown: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry, still teaching the computer Yith. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Sir, I was wondering if another visit to the Mystery Oberth ships was being requested. Alexis McFarland: Meg> It's all good for me either way. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up and stretches after having her snack.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Puts away her snacks and garbage back in her bag:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I get daydreams. If I have an experience like Prani's in my past I get a bit of mine and a bit of hers. Amanda Davis PhD: What if you speak in another language, Nijil? Try that. Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ I'm not aware, but we could do another inspection. Do you have any specific theories you’re trying to test? Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: finishes snack 1 of 4 for the day :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I know four languages, which one? Amanda Davis PhD: Pick one. See if it works. Alexis McFarland: That was nice at least. Amanda Davis PhD: I know you know many languages. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ou te le mautinoa o faia ai se eseesega i mea ou te manatuaina. Amanda Davis PhD: And that means? Nijil tr'Korjata: I guess memories would be linked to language. Nijil tr'Korjata: What? Oh.. it was I'm not sure it makes a difference on what I remember. Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts slowly walking down the corridor.:: CdrBrown: ::heads over to the replicator to get a strong cup of coffee:: Computer, coffee, black, very strong. ::quietly to himself: this is going to be a long day. Alexis McFarland: ::follows Miana:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + The Navigational Deflector Assemblies of the vessels sir....a wild guess. Chirakis: :::Brown::: The same for me, Commander. CdrBrown: Computer, a second cup. repeat settings CdrBrown: ::grabs both mugs and heads to Chirakis:: CdrBrown: ::hands Kirel her mug, handle facing her:: Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Sometimes a wild guess is what we need. Let me take care of some things on my end. I would like to accompany you, likely tomorrow. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + In any case...we got to find something...to help us...and there has to be a clue on those vessels. Chirakis: ::receives it and nods::: Thank you, Commander. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Understood sir. I will see you then. Robinson out. CdrBrown: ::nods:: most welcome. Never a dull moment on here. mimipavilion: Well your situation is more Amanda’s field than it is mine. Nijil tr'Korjata: So do I try to purge the memories or live with them>? mimipavilion: I'm not sure Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you CdrBrown: ::does the paws thing:: Chirakis: Very well done, as usual. Chirakis: Once more... TBS will be ZERO (0) Chirakis: We have many things going on here, so think wisely. Chirakis: Any thoughts from you, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Same as you. Lots of moving parts right now, lots to tease out and explore before answers might appear. Chirakis: Agreed. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 November 2020 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Engineering believes that the USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt were not drained of power by conventional means. Faint traces of particles are everywhere, denoting that the energy was drawn out and dispersed slowly. The crews of USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are recovering from malnutrition and nothing else. There is no sign of radiation. The flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo bay. So far they have done nothing that would endanger anything or anyone. However, the flowers seem to enjoy patting and stroking humanoids.
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  9. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1097, STARDATE 52011.23 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. But an uncovered log entry from an old Suliban operative may reveal some interesting information that can finally break the mystery. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1097, STARDATE 52011.23 = /\ = 201123.html
  10. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1097, STARDATE 52011.23 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. But an uncovered log entry from an old Suliban operative may reveal some interesting information that can finally break the mystery. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1097, STARDATE 52011.23 = /\ =
  11. The origin of the beam is confirmed to be in another galaxy 2.5 million light years away. Arcadia speeds from Eta Omicron to the beam. They try an interference pattern with the phasers, which results in not-wholly physically predictable interference, suggesting that there is some intelligence at work inside the beam. Meanwhile, the beam continues toward its next victim. chatlog2020-11-15.txt
  12. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 11/20/20 = /\ = = /\ = 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 = /\ = TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed at Aegis. Personnel are under quarantine in the medical complex. Engineering is examining the ships. The nebular mists have absorbed the ships’ power and the mist has vanished. Flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. They have done nothing that would endanger anything or anyone. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in main engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sick bay:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::working in Medical and so far everyone seems well, just malnourished. Chirakis: :::perusing the decks:::: mimipavilion: ::in her medical office, mulling over the nebula mist and its connection to Shadow:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, having been absorbed in the logistics of quarantining 3 crews:: Sierra Robinson: :: monitoring atmospheric systems in main engineering :: Chirakis: :::has a bad feeling about something, but she can't put her finger on it::: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC. She moves towards the science console.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working in the CnC :: Jylliene: ((It would be weirder if Chirakis DIDN'T have a bad feeling about something.)) CdrBrown: ::on the CnC:: mimipavilion: (Totally agree Jylliene) Chirakis: ((Indeed it would)) Chirakis: :::leans on the railing above the commerce deck:::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::checking several patients who seem to be doing well::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holding onto a console, feeling woozy :: CdrBrown: ::continues scans looking for traces of the mist:: Tarisa: ::Logs into the console, bringing up the data from her search.:: mimipavilion: ::to herself, softly:: It has to be the only reasonable explanation. Chirakis: :::enters the command lift::: CnC Dacia Sandero: :: checking in on some of the patients :: mimipavilion: ::goes and looks for Dacia:: Sierra Robinson: Commander Korjata ...I have the latest....::notes Nijil holding the console:: Alright sir? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets distracted a little.:: Jylliene: ::scans and all the usual:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::finds her:: Hey Dacia, you have medical. Alexis McFarland: What's up, Miana? Nijil tr'Korjata: Just tired, I think. Dacia Sandero: ::looks up at Mimi:: Okay, got it. mimipavilion: ::nods and goes to the tl, ordering it to the CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> I was thinking about the plants. Chirakis: ::exits into CnC, checks the area, leaving Scott on the com::: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC:: Sierra Robinson: With all the alien plants aboard...I'd recommend a doctor visit if you have more issues.. I sure have had them. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I'm still curious about them too. CdrBrown: ::trying to see if the mist signature matches any other signals detected by the runabout or three ships:: Tarisa: Miana> I wonder if they are friendly. Alexis McFarland: I heard some people say they are... a little *too* friendly? Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: I was going to pass on that the scrubber usage is unchanged in the past 24 hours. mimipavilion: ::looks around for the Captain:: Chirakis: ::in her office, but the door is open:: Tarisa: Miana> I want to see them. CdrBrown: ::sees Mimi:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::allowing a patient to sit up and eat easily digested food::: mimipavilion: ::sees the door to her office and heads over and knocks:: Jylliene: ::continues all the usual reports, though the reports now include plant growth reports. Alexis McFarland: ::giggle:: Yeah, I kinda do too. Maybe Tarisa will invite us to visit? Chirakis: :::looks up::: Enter. mimipavilion: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Chirakis: ::elbows leaning on her desk, hands clasped, thinking::: Alexis McFarland: I wouldn't mind if it got friendly with me. Chirakis: How may I help you, Doctor? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves her off a bit :: I just keep having memory flashes. What is the status of the vines? Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs:: Neemah probably would not let us. Scott Coleridge: ::reading a report on preliminary scans of the 3 ships:: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Mmm mimipavilion: I think I may have a theory about the nebula mist and the drain of energy on the three vessels and the crews not affected by radiation, ma'am. Tarisa: Miana> We should ask the other kids if there is a way down. Dacia Sandero: ::quickly checks all of the patients and their vitals and such:: CdrBrown: ::hears Scott making a sound:: Commander, find something? Chirakis: ::leaning back in her chair::: Continue. Tarisa: ::Perks up, glancing towards Scott.:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I know a few girls who used to live down there. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sierra :: calling her by her first name :: Thanks for your concern. Sierra Robinson: Usage of scrubbers remains constant. no hard seals have been breached. They are contained. Sierra Robinson: Or they are allowing themselves to be contained. Alexis McFarland: That'd be fun, I think. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishing.:: Ooh. Annisha: Even I don't go down there. mimipavilion: I believe the nebula mist is the same non-corporal being or beings as Shadow. The reason they or it may have drained the three ships is to try to communicate, but was unable to. Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: No, and that's what has me perplexed. Alexis McFarland: Neither have I.. looks so easy to get lost in there, Tarisa: Miana> You should call them. Nijil tr'Korjata: We should allow science to get a good look at them if they are indeed contained. CdrBrown: ::Scott: I've been cross referencing the Star Fleet Database for the mist's signature, and anything similar to it. so far, I haven't come up with anything. Scott Coleridge: Three Federation ships. Drained of power, yet otherwise undamaged. In a nebula that is no longer a nebula. Chirakis: :::deep breath in, then a sigh::: Doctor, Shadow is... different. He is pure energy. Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: I talked to them about it, they seemed curious about the plants too. They should be okay with leading us down there, but it's pretty far down. Chirakis: He still has a problem getting used to non-energy beings. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: artificial nebula, perhaps? Scott Coleridge: It's possible. CdrBrown: But then, who could/would create it... and why.... Sierra Robinson: Sooner or later I am concerned those vines are going to need plant food...and it is not going to be Pizza. mimipavilion: True, but everything and everyone has to come from somewhere and evolve. The mist could just be their form of a homeworld. Chirakis: Believe me, if there is a problem he will come to me and let me know. Especially if there is a problem that will injure us in any way. Scott Coleridge: I'm just perplexed that something could drain all the power from those ships without causing at least some residual damage to the EPS grid. Sierra Robinson: And when they get hungry they are going to breakout sir. Chirakis: Shadow has no home world. It is pure energy. CdrBrown: So, we are looking at a different level of technology Tarisa: ::To Scott and Brown.:: I am beginning to believe the same. How or why it was made still escapes me. Scott Coleridge: And although a natural phenomenon is a simpler explanation, I wouldn’t expect a natural phenomenon to be so... precise. Chirakis: We call him Shadow only because we need a name to... Tarisa: Maybe this was simply a test for something larger. Chirakis: Shadow> ::appears between Chirakis and Mimi::: Scott Coleridge: Ok, but here's my question... Chirakis: Shadow> What is home world? Tarisa: Miana> When should we go? Scott Coleridge: ::throws up the latest long range scans on the big screen:: Where did all that energy *go*? ::switches the overlay to a subspace scan:: The mists dissipated. But there was no corresponding increase in the background radiation, in subspace or normal space. Alexis McFarland: I dunno, when did you have in mind? CdrBrown: ::Tarisa:: so, we have a "what"... a test? Chirakis: :::Mimi:: Would you explain, Doctor? CdrBrown: we don't have a "who" but believe it is not naturally occuring. Alexis McFarland: I think she said she'd be open to it anytime. CdrBrown: which makes it more of a "how". Jylliene: ::continues work, absorbing the atmosphere around the CnC:: mimipavilion: ::nods at Chirakis and looks at Shadow:: Home world, Shadow, is where one comes from. I come from Earth, which is my home world. Tarisa: ::Looking at the screen.:: Energy simply does not vanish. It went somewhere. ::Looking to Scott.:: Perhaps this is something the advanced sensors might help with? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good idea. Tarisa: I will inform Engineering of the power use. CdrBrown: ::Tarisa:: somewhere... across space/time or another dimensional plane or universe? Chirakis: Shadow> :::floats in the air, wondering what she is talking about::: Shadow no world. Shadow is.... not person... only energy. Positive energy. Negative energy danger. Negative energy is like nebula mist. Like before and is gone. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure... sure.. :: Sits down :: Chirakis: Shadow> Negative energy bad. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Possible. Could be a micro wormhole. +Engineering+ Science to Engineering. Tarisa: Miana> Maybe soon? Sierra Robinson: :: returns to her station wondering what will next befall the station :: Alexis McFarland: ::nods, calls the girls on her PADD:: They're on their way over. mimipavilion: ::Shadow and Chirakis:: Maybe the nebula mist is a vessel of some sort, if it's not a planet. It absorbs energy and moves on if it doesn't find what it wants. Chirakis: ::considers that::: Alexis McFarland: ::two girls, a redhead and a dark-haired girl wave at them and head over:: That was quick. Tarisa: +Engineering+ We will be activating the advanced sensors., just so you are aware of a power drain. Alexis McFarland: Red head>. Yeah, we were in the area anyway. Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + Robinson here... Tarisa: Miana> ::Waves.:: Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + Understood... keep us advised. CdrBrown: ::monitors power flow to sensors:: Scott, if I find out this is just some weird attempt to communicate time shares or extended warranties on a runabout I don't own, I am not going to be happy... Scott Coleridge: Does that kind of thing happen often to you? Tarisa: ::Looks over to Scott.:: I am ready to activate. Chirakis: Shadow> Join positive energy works. Negative and positive together clash. ::floats to Chirakis:: Make sense? Alexis McFarland: ::the two girls wave back at Miana:: Red-head>. Where was it again? Deck 198? That's pretty far down, gonna take some time to get down that far. Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: 188 Chirakis: In our world it does sometimes. For instance, the energy that makes my body is both negative and positive. Otherwise I would not exist in this universe. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: more often than I'd like. Alexis McFarland: Red head>. Ah, I guess I heard wrong. Yeah, we know how to get there though. Chirakis: :::looks to Mimi::: Alexis McFarland: ::the other girl nods:: mimipavilion: Agreed Sierra Robinson: Chief...appears science is firing up their special long range sensor suite. Expect some additional power consumption. Chirakis: Shadow> Negative and positive explode. :::fades from sight:::: Sierra Robinson: ( Our starships ...are negative oh dear...) CdrBrown: ::watches the lights dim for a split second as the station adjusts to the sensor suite coming online:: Chirakis: (Heh.. not in the sense that Shadow knows. He struggles to understand how we live.) Alexis McFarland: Dark haired girl> But yeah, there's lots of cover and small crawl spaces and stuff. Alexis McFarland: Places adults can't get to. mimipavilion: ::stands there pondering what shadow said:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Tarisa: Beginning sensor scans now. ::activates the suite.:: Chirakis: It's complicated. Perhaps you can talk to engineering. Let them explain. CdrBrown: ::watches the lights dim again for a split second:: Tarisa, that thing draws some power! Amanda Davis PhD: ::moving from one patient to another, making sure that they get what they need::: mimipavilion: True, but I think my head would explode, no pun intended. Dacia Sandero: ::does likewise and continues to monitor their nutritional intake since they've arrived:: Chirakis: :::chuckle::: I understand. But I am not a scientist, nor are you. We are much the same. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: an obese Bolian child speaks up to Miana :: I wouldn't go near that area...I heard those plants eat kids! mimipavilion: ::smiles:: That much is true, I also know how to pick up on people when something is troubling them and something tells me something is troubling you. CdrBrown: ((((you named the obese Bolian "Chubbs"???? now I want to keep him as a pet!)))) Tarisa: ::Nods:: Indeed. This is why we do not use it on a regular basis. Sierra Robinson: ( maybe it is a nickname ) CdrBrown: ((does he play golf?)) Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: Hm, really? ::quite startled by Chubbs' sudden appearance:: Chirakis: Yes, I am troubled, as are many others, In fact, I must speak with Commander Coleridge. So, if you will excuse me. :::stands:: Scott Coleridge: ((Oh no, am I *in* trouble?)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks up :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> But..those plants would not eat me....Dad says my blue blood makes me invincible! CdrBrown: ::Tarisa:: power levels seem to be stable for the array. Alexis McFarland: I don't think I'd. be very appetizing to a plant. I'm just skin and bones ::giggles:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holding Alexis.:: To Chubb>Then you can walk in front of us. Sierra Robinson: :: observes the EPS Grid sending power to the large deep space scan array ...:: Chirakis: :::leads Mimi out of the office and approaches Scott::: Commander, report. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I should check to see how our guests are doing and maybe start releasing them, considering they are only malnourished. Tarisa: Scans are almost complete. mimipavilion: ::goes back to medical to check on the visitors:: Annisha: :: Watching all this go on in silence :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> You girls are serious? Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to noip :: This has a familiar ring to it... Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana, the other two girls shrug:: Scott Coleridge: ::Captain:: We are using the advanced sensors to scan the region where the nebula was formerly located. We’re trying to understand what happened to the power siphoned from the ships. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Hey! I ain't scared of nothing! Make way! :: the short Obese Bolian kid waddles his way ahead of the girls :: Uh....Where are we going again? Chirakis: Progress? Tarisa: Scans are 80% complete. Sierra Robinson: I am curious what they can find out there remotely... Alexis McFarland: Redhead> Careful ya don't get lost. 18-8? Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Wait...it is almost supper time! Alexis McFarland: That's true.. we can do this tomorrow or something? Tarisa: Miana> I will bring snacks. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: I can too. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Never stand in between a man and his food...::waddles off :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well done. Chirakis: TBS will be 0. Alexis McFarland: ooh Chirakis: The time next week will be 3 pm at sim begin next week Chirakis: It will be an unofficial sim because of Thanksgiving. Chirakis: I will be here. Anyone else is welcome to join. Chirakis: Comments, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Happy Thanksgiving to all y'all who think it's reasonable to have two turkey meals only a month apart. I don't know how you do it! Chirakis: Nor do I. Chirakis: And thank you. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: Goodnight! Tarisa: So I think the kids are going to be Goonies now. Chirakis: heh Sierra Robinson: ( hehe ) Jylliene: I was getting that vibe Chirakis: On that note.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Growth of an Empire ~ 4 A pouring rain, howling wind, and mudslides pushed T’jen from his ship toward the entrance of Ragor Tal’s secluded planetoid on the outskirts of their growing empire. Taking hold of the gate’s entrance to the cavern below, T’jen entered his code, waited for affirmation, and then entered. The gateway slammed shut and engaged the security latch. He took a deep breath and shook as much rain and a few splats of mud off his coat, then continued into the cavern, carefully stepping down several levels and avoiding several traps that would have thrown him at least 500 meters down to his death. Well into the planetoid T’jen paused, entered his code again, and opened the door to reveal a base of operations similar to any base of operations in any area of the quadrant. “Glad you made it, T’jen,” sighed Maven without turning. “I was almost getting worried, but knowing you….” “Yeah, yeah,” muttered T’jen, removing his coat and giving it a good thwap toward Maven which, of course, threw a substantial amount of mud over Maven’s clothing and just enough to land across his screen. “HEY,” he shouted, bolting from his chair ready to pummel T’jen… until silence reigned throughout the base and a quiet, slow pace was heard behind them. “Is there a problem?” asked Ragor Tal. “Not for me, sir,” quipped T’jen as he turned to face Maven, who seemed to have lost his voice. “Good,” replied Tal casually, but sternly. “Maven, clean it up. T’Jen, come with me.” Ragor Tal’s office mimicked that of Sky Harbor Aegis, as though he had acquired the entire layout of the station… which he probably had. “Report, ’jen?” he asked, settling into his office chair. “I do,” his second in command replied, passing his superior a tablet. “The Pakleds gave us a lot of Aegis’s layout. Most of the Pakleds were killed by the virus, but some of them were immune. How that happened….” He shrugged. “The Pakleds also passed out some of the flowers, but again,” he sighed, “some of them changed.” Tal paged through the information. His furrowed brow showed more thought than concerned. “So the flowers are not exactly what we asked for?” “Not that I could tell. Some of them made a few sick. But now…? The vines seemed to love being close to the humanoids.” “Love? Being close to the humanoids? Explain.” “The flowers stroke them and seem to be… licking them?” “I see,” said Tal, but he really didn’t. “And the nebular mist?” T’jen grinned. “Perfect. Sucked all the energy from the three ships, then vanished. I’m not sure if the crews survived, but Starfleet sent a runabout to find them.” Ragor Tal returned the tablet and nodded. “We have a few other things in the making, ‘Jen. It shouldn’t take long for us to drive them to insanity. However.” Tal leaned back, contemplative. “We have one situation we might not break through, and that is Captain Je’rit d’Ka.”
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |20 November 2020 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed at Aegis. The ships’ personnel are under quarantine in the medical complex. Engineering is examining the ships. It is possible that the nebular mists have absorbed the ships’ power and then vanished, leaving the humanoid personnel adrift. The flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. So far they have done nothing that would endanger anything or anyone. However, the flowers seem to enjoy patting and stroking humanoids.
  15. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1096, STARDATE 52011.16 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. Now with the power boosted the team can finally collect the station's archvives. But will they find anything useful? = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1096, STARDATE 52011.16 = /\ = 201116.html
  16. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1096, STARDATE 52011.16 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. Now with the power boosted the team can finally collect the station's archvives. But will they find anything useful? = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1096, STARDATE 52011.16 = /\ =
  17. An away team from Arcadia beams down to the planet Eta Omicron, where they find a surviving colony from Zeta Omicron. They exchange dilithium (of which Eta Omicron is in short supply) for information about the destructive beam that destroyed Zeta Omicron. chatlog2020-11-8.txt
  18. MISSION BRIEF: The away team has been rigging a system using crystals on the planet to restart the yachts warp core, while also working repair the science team's communications array. As we pick up, the team is preparing to attempt the restart. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Irene Mincine: :: Irene is at a monitoring station in the engineering room of the yacht. :: "Ready to go here." Indaura Ryssan: Is this one of those events where it works or it goes so spectacularly wrong we won't even know it failed? William Chocox: ::is in the Yacht, ready to try to restart:: That would be telling. Thank you Mincine, you ready Doc? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::On the control center:: Irene Mincine: "It... shouldn't blow up, right?" :: Looking to Will. :: William Chocox: Nothing should, but I do have a reputation. Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! ::activates the restart:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Warp Core fires up properly after a brief delay. William Chocox: ::watches as the restart works:: WHOO! ::composes himself:: I knew it was going to work. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Had covered his ears in preparation, but when it fired up without exploding, he relaxed. Checks his data padd.:: Okay... looks like it is functioning normally... Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Watches from the cockpit as the panels begin lighting back up:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks pretty happy once the warp core gets going. :: "All right! We can get out of here!" Cptn Swain: Rex> Well that's a pleasant surprise. William Chocox: ::wheels around to give Rex a glare:: Were you expecting something else sir? Indaura Ryssan: I will feel better after we are in orbit. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: Cptn Swain: Rex> Agreed. Ensign Mincine, take the helm. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is taken a little aback. :: "You want me flying this thing, sir?" :: She leaves Valdar monitoring the station in engineering and heads off to the bridge section of the yacht. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> You are qualified, yes? Irene Mincine: :: She nods. :: "I have an emergency helm rating, yes, and this is an emergency..." :: She takes her seat at the helm console. :: William Chocox: ::goes back to monitoring the warp core:: We're ready back here. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Reynolds:: Are all repairs to the science team's equipment completed? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Nods.:: Aye, sir. I left their comms functional with a self-sustaining power shield to keep the atmosphere from draining it again. William Chocox: Thank goodness. Cptn Swain: Rex> Good. ::Takes his seat:: Mister Mincine. Begin pre-fight. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> With their limitless supply of crystals, they shouldn't have any issues with shielding their other power systems. Irene Mincine: :: She nods, punching in settings on the console. :: "Internal atmosphere... hydrogen pumps purged... antimatter injectors set... inertial dampeners configured for atmospheric flight..." :: It takes her a little longer than the average helmsman to go through the checklist. :: "And we are ready to get off this planet." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: Take us out. Irene Mincine: "Gladly." :: The yacht begins to lift off, hopefully... :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Yacht does lift off, and is soon headed off into space. William Chocox: ::William settles into a seat in Engineering:: Do we have anymore ration packs? Cptn Swain: Rex> Shouldn't the replicators be up and working soon? Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs in relief once they're finally in space and not going to crash back into the planet or fly into a mountain. :: "We're in orbit, Commander. Finally. Want me to set course for Excalibur?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits and rests a bit :: William Chocox: I like how they taste. Cptn Swain: Rex> Weirdo. ::Shakes his head:: Yes, let's make our exit from the Neutral Zone as quick as possible. Cptn Swain: Rex> Send a message ahead to Excalibur and update them on the situation. William Chocox: On it. ::sends out a quick message so that the Excalibur can expect them to arrive:: Cptn Swain: Rex> Good work everyone. Irene Mincine: "I can't stand those rations. I'd rather eat replicated gagh for breakfast than eat another one of those protein bars." :: She sets their course for Excalibur. :: "Course laid in." Cptn Swain: Rex> Engage. Warp 5. William Chocox: Isn't the point of gagh that you eat it alive? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He tossed one of his own rations to Will.:: You can have my, Commander. I don't eat much on away missions. I'm usually too nervous. Irene Mincine: "Yes, and the replicator has some kind of ethical problem with that." :: She presses the 'go to warp' button on the helm console. :: William Chocox: ::is beaned with the ration:: Oof! Thanks! And did this mission give you any reason to be nervous? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: Well I think you can relax Reynolds. Indaura Ryssan: Is there anything warm to drink in the rations? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Stuck on a planet with our power draining and the very real possibility of being stuck there forever? No... no worries at all. ::sighs.:: Irene Mincine: "They would have sent a rescue party eventually... and we'd have all the rations Will can eat." Cptn Swain: Rex> You engineering boys need to get out more often. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I can play yeoman. ::He unstrapped himself and began digging through the rations to find a drink for Indaura. Comes up with two packets.:: You want caffeine or no caffeine, Doctor? William Chocox: That's what I said to Reynolds! That's why I dragged him along. Irene Mincine: "You better not be giving away my freeze-dried raktajino, Reynolds." Indaura Ryssan: Who do you take me for Reynolds? Caffeine please. William Chocox: There are better coffees Irene. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> No, I think it is some sort of tea. ::Peers at the labels. Pops one of the bags for Indaura and hands it to her. The bag inflates and begins to warm in her hands. In a moment, she has a steaming mug of tea.:: Irene Mincine: "There are *not*. One cup and I'm wired for hours." :: She scoffs. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I much prefer staying in boring engineering, sir. For the record. ::Glances to Rex and Irene.:: Anyone want anything else? William Chocox: That's supposed to convince me? Indaura Ryssan: A good tea is essential Irene Mincine: "If you're working on a genetics experiment at 0300, it's great. I thought engineers would appreciate that." :: She shakes her head in response to Reynolds. :: "I'm fine." Cptn Swain: Rex> I don't know about any of you, but I'll feel alot better once we've left the neutral zone. William Chocox: That's not good for you Mincine. Irene Mincine: "It got me to the helm of a captain's yacht, didn't it?" :: She checks on their current position. :: "Shouldn't be in the neutral zone for too much longer." Cptn Swain: << Two Minute Warning >> William Chocox: I don't know how to respond to that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Uh... how much longer are we in the neutral zone? Anyone feel like we're being watched? ::Sits at his station again to check the sensors.:: Indaura Ryssan: Don't we have permission to be here? Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs. :: "Of course we're being watched, we're in the neutral zone. Doesn't matter if we have permission to be here." William Chocox: Romulans are always watching. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  19. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 11/13/20 = /\ = = /\ = 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 = /\ = TBS is 21 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed on Aegis. The ships’ personnel are under quarantine in the medical complex. Starfleet Command’s runabout Osprey is berthed close by. The nebular mist had a grave impact on the ships. Flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. So far they do not endanger anything or anyone on Aegis. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, checking up on the patients from the ships:: mimipavilion: ::has been carefully reviewing the crews of the Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt medical reports from the night:: Chirakis: :::has been in CnC for some time after talking with Lt Cdr Moore and ordered him to rest. Of course, she does not have to rest. Sierra Robinson: :: looking out a viewport near the three berthed vessels studying their hulls :: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::in her bed, still asleep:: Tarisa: ::Walks up behind Sierra. She looks out the port as well.:: We seem to have quite the mystery. Tarisa: Miana> ::Zzzz:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::walking through the medical complex, checking the personnel of Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt, stopping to talk every now and then::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC and moves to a science station:: Sierra Robinson: :: takes a while to respond :: Yes...sorry...I thought that Oberth there...the Chi Song was going to be the vessel I was supposed to be assigned to. But it is not, they must have slapped the name on that hull awfully quick. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Sits down and starts several inquiry searching in the library computers:: Chirakis: :::steps out of her office, paging through several invoices that will eventually end up in Starfleet Command::: Chirakis: ::Passes by Jyl:: Commander, anything I should know about? ::continuing to work::: Tarisa: ::Nods:: I see. I imagine it would be quite different being on that ship than this station. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne is with his first love at the CnC :: Jylliene: Nothing unusual, ma'am. Jylliene: Engineering is still looking into the status of the returned ships. mimipavilion: ::finds it strange that they weren't affected by radiation or anything related to any type of nebula, they were just malnourished:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Gets the computer working through cargo manifests and transport logs:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Come here my love... :: he moved the mug to his mouth and tipped it, the sweet brown liquid filling his soul :: Sierra Robinson: The Chi Song I was assigned to before it was...well lost...was an Excelsior. Perfect Newbie Engineer ship I suppose. :: gathers her kit :: I suppose I better check with Command to see if the plan is still a go. Tarisa: Have the ships been deemed safe to board yet? Dacia Sandero: ::also finds this strange separately, she continues to check on the crew members' nutrition levels and such:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing next to Robinson :: I get so few opportunities to work on a starship. Chirakis: ::glance her way:: Nothing unusual. Excellent. Inform me when the ships’ status is confirmed worthy of use. Jylliene: Yes ma'am Sierra Robinson: Are we good to take a look at one of those ships to see if it is okay? :: To Nijil :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Now entering security logs requests for specific cargo holds and time stamps:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, presuming they are not some toxic wasteland in there, but we need to know a little more about what happened to them in that nebula. Jylliene: ::sends notice to Nijil asking for updates on the status of the returned science vessels as soon as they know:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Tarisa :: Sounds like that is a no. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiled when he saw the message on his padd :: Dacia Sandero: ::also makes a bit of small talk with some of the crew well enough to speak, noting how they're feeling and if any symptoms, etc:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are to notify command as to the status of the ships. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Nijil :: So they want us to have a look then. Amanda Davis PhD: :::approaches Mimi::: Doctor Pavilion... ::hands her the information she has gleaned from the ships' personnel::: The only thing I can see is that they are malnourished. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, nothing out of the ordinary on short and long range sensors. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::coping the important data points from her searches into her report:: Chirakis: ::turns with a nod:: Excellent. Let's see if we can keep it that way. Nijil tr'Korjata: We should just choose a ship to visit. How about you decide? Annisha: :: Heading to school :: Sierra Robinson: Well I guess it is the Chi Song then. I want to see how fresh the paint is on that hull. Sierra Robinson: Among other things... Chirakis: Oh... and inform engineering that extra personnel are needed aboard the three ships for assistance. mimipavilion: takes the information:: That's the conclusion I came too when reading the reports from the staff last night. Amanda Davis PhD: Very strange, wouldn't you say? mimipavilion: Yes, I expected them to be affected by radiation, but that's not the case. Sierra Robinson: :: Looks to the Mithraan :: Going to have a look as well Tarisa? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::adds a brief conclusion and submits her report:: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes brushing her teeth and getting dressed:: Amanda Davis PhD: And... through the grapevine, I've heard that the ships are intact. They just don't have any power source. mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's what I've heard too. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks briefly over the science status panel:: Tarisa: If you would allow it, I would like to join you as you board the ships. ::Tail whipping back and forth in anticipation of an answer.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's my favorite feline. You know, I should compare notes sometime. :: to Tarisa :: Sierra Robinson: We'd appreciate the company . Shall We? :: heads for the docking tube to the Chi Song :: Alexis McFarland: ::Eating some breakfast:: Annisha: :: Walking to school by herself.. separated from her friends for no reason :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::leans against a chair::: So.... if the ships' personnel are merely malnourished and the ship is intact, what was really going on? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: walks to the airlock of the USS Chi Song :: Alexis McFarland: ::messages Miana to see if she's awake:: Nijil tr'Korjata: ($ for Chi Song, btw) Sierra Robinson: :: arrives at the sealed airlock doors :: Sir, did command authorize an umbilical to get the ship somewhat ready for an inspection? I'm wondering If I need to bundle up... Chirakis: (understood - $ for Chi Song) mimipavilion: That's a very good question. It's almost though the nebula thought the ships were play toys. Tarisa: $ ::Following the engineers.:: Chirakis: :::jyl::: Inform those working on the ships that their codes are needed to board the ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ We should be fine. :: gets out his scanner and scans beyond the airlock :: It is clear. :: Pressed a command to open the door :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Snorts a little as her ears perk up to the sound of her tablet. She slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes.:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to the tablet, responding.:: Just....woke up... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Two engineers and a science officer are entering the Chi Song. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Ops to Nijil. You'll need to use your codes to board. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: You don't wanna miss our last day of school Jylliene: (or did you mean the ship personnel need to give us codes?) Sierra Robinson: $ :: listens :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene+ I am entering them now. Tarisa: Miana> Oh! ::Starts getting ready.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: The door hisses open, the sound of the magnetic release echoing down the airlock and through the far corridor :: Chirakis: (anyone boarding the Rodman, Chi Song, and/or Agincourt needs to be verified through their codes) Alexis McFarland: You'll have plenty of time to sleep in, starting tomorrow! Jylliene: (Gotcha. Thank you for the clarification!) Sierra Robinson: $ :: inputs her access code into the airlock gateway door :: Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the time, still plenty of time at least:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Hmm, had to enter my code twice. :: Turns to the two women behind him :: Scanners out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes and rushes out of her suits.:: Alexis McFarland: ::waits for Miana outside her door:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: removes her Tricorder from her hip and activates it as she follows Nijil :: Chirakis: :::steps down to the command chair and sends her reports to SFCommand::: Annisha: :: walks and sees Alexis :: There you are, you scamp... I don't even know what that means... :: looks :: She up? Tarisa: $ :;Already had hers out, scanning.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Rushes around the corner, almost slipping. She then almost crashes into Annisha and Alexis.:: Chirakis: :::jyl::: Commander, any word from science regarding the plants? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks his coffee while perusing the scans from the night before. Events were just not allowed to happen while he slept :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::still leaning against the desk, thinking::: Alexis McFarland: ::catches MIana:: Ooh, gotcha Sierra Robinson: $ Very curious what happened to her power systems...:: follows CENG :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Breathing heavy from running.:: Sorry... Annisha: :: to Miana :: You running a race? Dacia Sandero: ::finishes checking the patients and returns to the lounge to write up a report:: Alexis McFarland: ::squeezes Miana:: Ooh, race! Jylliene: Nothing new, ma'am. I did have to transport Tarisa out of the vines previously to get her to the docking level to be ready when the ships arrived, so I know they were doing some deep delving. I'll ask Lieutenant Dran for an update. Sierra Robinson: $ :: arrives at ship entry point :: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Yes, I know the people are off the ship, but this seems extra creepy. :: he scratched his Romulan ears, something about this ship rubbed him the wrong way :: Jylliene: ::sends Dran a message asking for a plant info update as soon as she's able:: Alexis McFarland: ::makes their way to school:: It should be pretty relaxed today at least. Tarisa: $ It certainly was not drained by conventional means. There are very faint traces of particles everywhere. Like the energy was drawn out and dispersed slowly. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ +Jylliene+ Initial impression of the Chi Song is creepiness. Chirakis: ::nods affirmative in Jyllene's direction while she continues working::: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Creepy. Got it. Sierra Robinson: $ :: follows Nijil Inside :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is that his professional analysis? :: Cayne smiled :: Tarisa: $ Has the station begun umbilical power transfer yet? mimipavilion: Makes me wonder if the nebula is some type of sentient being, like Shadow, but couldn't figure out how to communicate. Annisha: :: to Alexis and Miana :: Yeah, wonder if we can learn about vines in class today. Jylliene: Likely so. Sierra Robinson: $ :: notes there appears nothing to be amiss ...aside from the ship being totally dependent at the moment on Station Power :: Chirakis: :::dead stop to Cayne::: Really, Commander? Alexis McFarland: Vines? Sounds interesting. Tarisa: Miana> Ohh... Tarisa: Miana> Maybe we can ask those boys if they know a way we can see them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know what he means by creepy. Something is not what it seems. Sierra Robinson: $ Corridors look intact...no signs of any arcing or anything like that... Alexis McFarland: I also knew some girls that lived down there too. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ We have already transferred the logs to Aegis. :: He scanned the console just outside the airlock :: Alexis McFarland: They're also staying in the VIP suites with us. Sierra Robinson: $ Ship is very small...:: looks around :: Sierra Robinson: $ Shall I head to engineering sir or the bridge? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ As an engineer I say engineering. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Points to the end of the corridor :: A lift.. Sierra Robinson: $ :: follows :: Tarisa: $ Indeed. ::Scans along the wall.:: I am getting the same results. The energy was even drawn from these bulkheads. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands and walks over to Ops with a PADD:: Here's my report. No great revelations yet but rather safe to say at the moment that the vines are not trying to destroy us. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I think this is a short-range vessel. Amanda Davis PhD: ::::continues her rounds, checking nourishment, noting that they are perking up after eating::: Tarisa: Miana> We will have to ask them then. Jylliene: That's something, at least. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Hope it's ok though. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Has a flashback to something him and Muuhi did long ago :: Jylliene: ::transfers the info to Chirakis - vines apparently not trying to destroy us.:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: walks to Engineering ...which is not very far....and takes a peek inside :: Sierra Robinson: $ :: scans Engineering looking for anything ...dangerous...or odd...:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Jyl:: Do you happen to know what this station was used for before it became Aegis? The cargo bays we were searching had never been used according to the station logs. Chirakis: ::looks up to Dran, then to Jyllene:: Jylliene: Huh. Can't say I do. Captain? Alexis McFarland: ::Enters class and takes a seat in her desk, class mood is happy obviously:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits at her desk. Tail swishing happily.:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: walks ahead of Nijil waving her tricorder around....detecting nothing unusual...or anything leading to the cause of the ship's power failure :: Chirakis: :::Dran::: Aegis has always been Aegis. However there are several areas that need to be worked on. Chirakis: On this Aegis - the new station - that is. Sierra Robinson: $ :: looks to Tarisa :: Anything from your angle? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Bah, dang memories. :: He entered the lift :: Tarisa: $ I have yet to see a cause. Just that the energy was drained in a strange way. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, I had read this was a refitted station. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ The Breen had a weapon like that. Sierra Robinson: $ And yet.....whatever happened...did not result in a containment breach.. The antimatter.....did not react to the hull... Annisha: :: At class :: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles as well:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: walks up to the core itself and scans :: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, you have the con. I will be in the medical complex. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Understood. Tarisa: $ ::Nods:: Indeed, but even with the energy displacement weapon from the Breen, the energy was released in a somewhat predictable manner. Chirakis: :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Tarisa: $ This seems like the energy was drawn out from every possible surface. Sierra Robinson: $ And...done...do I dare say safely? Chirakis: :::exits the lift and enters medical, looking for Dr Pavilion::: mimipavilion: ::in her office, contemplating:: Tarisa: $ Considering we are standing on the ship, I would say very safely. Sierra Robinson: $ :: lowers her tricorder :: I think we are going to learn what happened from the crew as opposed to the ship itself... No sign of breach, no sign of containment issues... Nothing wrong. Tarisa: $ ::Nods in agreement.:: Sierra Robinson: $ Nijil...I recommend we can tell the Captain the ship is safe. Tarisa: $ I imagine the other two ships will reveal the same. Sierra Robinson: $ I agree from this vantage point. mimipavilion: ::starts to hear the slight agitation from the crews of the Rodman, Chi Song and Agincourt, that they want to leave, as well as the TL doors:: oh, hello Captain. Chirakis: Hello, Doctor. How are the patients? ::looks around::: They seem to be very healthy. Sierra Robinson: $ One thing I would like to check out for myself is the dedication plaque...I find those interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I am feeling tired, I don't know about you two. Sierra Robinson: $ Sir it seems the ship is safe. Shall I inform the Captain? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: closes her tricorder :: mimipavilion: Indeed, they were just malnourished when they were in the nebula, but are improving. We will start releasing within the next 24 to 48 hours. Maybe a bit sooner than that. Sierra Robinson: $ I presume Starfleet is not going to send any more vessels into that Nebula....They need some bright blinking sign nearby...saying...KEEP OUT. Tarisa: $ ::Glances curiously at Sierra.:: Sierra Robinson: $ :: looks at Tarsia :: Sorry a bit Sierra there. Chirakis: ((Prepare to pause)) Tarisa: $ ::Nods:: I understand. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Let's head back. Sierra Robinson: $ Aye sir. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Interesting. Dacia Sandero: Nice Chirakis: So far we have ships that are not broken, only without power... Chirakis: Personnel are healthy now that they have something to eat. Chirakis: And the nebula mist has vanished. Chirakis: Commander Cayne, comments? Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No comments here Sierra Robinson: None here. Chirakis: Once again, welcome to Aaron Markus, who is considering joining our band of personnel. Tarisa: yay Sierra Robinson: yay Alexis McFarland: yay Aaron Markus: ::nods:: Chirakis: TBS will be 5 hours. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |13 November 2020 23 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 TBS is 21 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed on Aegis. The ships’ personnel are under quarantine in the medical complex. Starfleet Command’s runabout Osprey is berthed close by. The nebular mists seem to have absorbed all power from the Oberth class ships and left the personnel alone, although that has yet to be proven. Flowering vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. So far they have done nothing that would endanger anything or anyone on Aegis.
  21. Out of the Mist Just after midnight Kirel stepped out of the command lift with Lt Cdr Moore, commanding officer of Starfleet Command’s runabout, Osprey. Neither spoke. Instead they wandered slowly along the overhang of the commerce deck, each one trying to make sense of what had happened in the mist of nebula 231. It made no sense. The nebular mist of soft, wispy hues, pale pink intertwined with beige, cream, aquamarine, deep yellow, and vividly glittering gold, that swirled around one side then the other seemed to be ordinary.. The mist seemed to be no more than what other Oberth class science vessels experienced. To USS Rodman’s Commander Trajan, it was “the chance of a lifetime”. and it should have been. “It’s like they ate them up,” mused Moore as he leaned against the mezzanine railings. Lifting a brow, Kirel joined Moore at the railing. “Explain "ate them up”.” “It’s a saying, ma’am. The mist acted like more than a mist. It was like… well… some kind of animal. Or maybe several animals.” He shrugged into a sigh. “Like a gang that wanted all they could get. Or maybe a group of…. A group of nebular snakes? The group got bigger and bigger. Gees… it’s hard to explain.” “The group of…?” “The nebular mist, ma’am. It wrapped around the ships and wouldn't let go." “And the crew?” asked Kirel as she crossed her arms and leaned against the railing. “Dunno, Captain,” he sighed. “Medical has them quarantined until they find out… whatever they have to find out." "...which is the usual procedure, Commander. Walk with me." A slow, even walk down the stairs to the commerce deck drew little attention. Most of the stores were closed, Drankum’s Bar still had few patrons, and Chez Antonio was closed though it was always open to Kirel. Cloistered in a corner of Chez Antonio, they relaxed, put aside their ranks, and enjoyed a drink. Or two. Or three or four. Kirel was more adjusted to drinking than Moore, but he seemed to enjoy it. Discussion of the nebula became off limits, though it did pop up once in a while. They seldom discussed the nebula, though it did appear occasionally. Several hours later, bells chimed 0300 above the commerce deck’s waterfall. Moore almost dropped his drink into the... well, into the drink. “Zero three hundred, Commander,” said Kirel casually as she put aside her Romulan Ale. “Time to enjoy a much-needed rest. And,” she continued when Moore began to object, “that’s an order. I will inform you when the medical complex is open for visitors.”
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1095, STARDATE 52011.09 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1095, STARDATE 52011.09 = /\ =
  23. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1095, STARDATE 52011.09 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. The station is all but abandoned except for one lone drunk Suliban. Seems he's been derelict at the station for well over a century, and seems to know nothing about a virus. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1095, STARDATE 52011.09 = /\ = 201109.html
  24. SD 1108.2020 The away team has been rigging a system using crystals on the planet to restart the yachts warp core while also working repair the science team's communications array. As we pick up, the team is preparing to attempt the restart.
  25. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's "rescue team" -- now in need of rescue of their own -- have devised a plan to use crystals from the planet's cave system to re-energize their yachts systems. Will it work, or will they become residents of the cold, foggy planet? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is totally not very far away from where the experiment has been set up:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene and Valdar are at a hotwired monitoring station across the room. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::drinking coffee:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Will:: I heard you have a colorful nickname among the senior staff. William Chocox: ::Rex:: Remind me to sue the Captain for Slander and Libel when we get back to civilization. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He threw Rex a glance and then a look at Will, but wisely kept his trap shut.:: Irene Mincine: "Let's wait to argue until we get this experiment going so we know if we *will* get back." :: Irene, on the other hand, is no stranger to opening her mouth. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> He wasn't the one who told me. ::smirks:: Cptn Swain: Rex> I still can't believe he let me on his ship. William Chocox: Very well then. ::Loudly:: Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! ::activates whatever it is he put together with technobabble:: Cptn Swain: << Everyone give me a number 1-20 >> William Chocox: ((8)) Irene Mincine: (( 5 )) Indaura Ryssan: (17) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (18) Maryse Dubois: ((6)) Maryse Dubois: :;Watching from a distance.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> It works! It doesn't blow up! William Chocox: ::raises hands in triumph:: WHOO! ::quickly composes himself:: Knew it would work. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Silently hands Irene a strip of latinum:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene and Valdar converse for a second, then announce with a smile. :: "Crystals are stable. Decay is as expected." :: Irene slips the latinum into her jacket pocket with a smirk. :: William Chocox: ::William doesn't notice, too elated at his experiment working:: Told you it would work Reynolds! Indaura Ryssan: How is the crystal work going? William Chocox: It worked! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Never had any doubts at all, sir. ::Total lie.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> So, how long will it take you get this setup for the ship? Irene Mincine: "Collecting more crystals won't be a problem. How about setting it up on the yacht?" :: Irene looks to Will. William Chocox: ::stares at Reynolds before turning to Rex:: Shouldn't be too long, anywhere between a couple hours, and a few days. Indaura Ryssan: Are loose crystals fine? Cptn Swain: Rex> Good. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't want to be a resident of this planet. William Chocox: They appear to be so. At least, I think that's what we used here. Irene Mincine: "Yeah, that's what we used in the experiment. Those crystal chunks we scavenged from the cave. I can't wait to get out of here. I've had enough of emergency rations." William Chocox: I'm always willing to take any you don't want. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He began to collect his tools and the equipment they'd brought with them, tilting his head at Will.:: Do we use these to put up shielding around their comms, or pass the information on to the next sucke... ah... team to visit? William Chocox: I think we can do both. William Chocox: ::turns to Rex:: Unless you have an opinion Commander. Irene Mincine: "Depends how much we hate the next team to visit, I would think." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: Sounds good to me, but prioritize the yacht. William Chocox: Aye sir. William Chocox: ::William grabs his tools to start working on the yacht:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looks over to Maryse:: Why don't you and doctor Ryssan make sure the science team has everything they need. Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Irene Mincine: "I think we'll need another batch of crystals, mostly..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> You want to tackle the yacht and I can do the comms, sir? Or do you need me on the ship? William Chocox: I should be able to handle the yacht. Be prepared for me to call you in if I need you though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Aye, sir. ::He nodded and headed off to the comms hut to start making preparations.:: Indaura Ryssan: I'd rather not have to jostle the crystals from their housing Cptn Swain: Rex> ::will:: Let me know if I can be of any help. William Chocox: Aye sir. ::starts to make his way to the yacht:: Irene Mincine: "Valdar and I calculated that we'll only need 350 grams of crystal to provide enough power to get us off the planet. There should be enough loose crystals that we don't need to go around breaking intact ones off." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Orders the security team to begin getting the camp taken down:: Indaura Ryssan: Sounds simple enough, though we should get some extra, just in case. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "Agreed. 450 grams should give us a good margin for error." William Chocox: ::makes it to the yacht and starts tinkering:: Hope the captain doesn't want this back the way we found it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Hey! Can I get some grams or something of that good stuff? ::Yelling back at the scientists.:: I need it for the comms! ::Disappears into the hut.:: Indaura Ryssan: Down to the bottom again Irene? Irene Mincine: :: Sigh. :: "...550 grams. Yeah, let's get going, Doctor." Irene Mincine: :: Irene leads the science team and doctors back off to the crystal shaft. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  26. Arcadia diverts from Zeta Omicron, which looks like it was destroyed like the other systems, to Eta Omicron, where they think there might have been survivors from Zeta Omicron. They find a small colony of survivors, who lack dilithium, but, other than that, seem to be ok. An away team prepares to beam down. chatlog2020-11-1.txt
  27. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 11/6/20 = /\ = = /\ = 221 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 = /\ = TBS is 14.5 hours - the time is 0930 hours (9:30 am) Aegis Local. Starfleet Runabout Osprey found USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt. They have called Aegis to assist in towing the ships. On Aegis, the vines on deck 188 have taken root near the cargo deck. The flowering vines seem to enjoy the feeling of Mithraan fur. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: :::CnC::: Commander Cayne? ::turns around, looking for him::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in the sickbay lobby for her scheduled appointment. A bit early:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::working in medical complex::: Alexis McFarland: ;:with Miana and Annisha, she also likes the feeling of Mithraan fur, or hair:: Annisha: So Lexi, the rumor is there is a plant problem still on the station. Jylliene: ::looking up info:: +Osprey+ Aegis Operations. Sending a tow out now. Tarisa: ::On Deck 188, trying not to get tangled in the vines.:: Alexis McFarland: Plants? Where's the arborist when you need them? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: mimipavilion: ::gets an alert that Lt. Robinson is in medical... 30 minutes early:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs:: Are they bad plants? Dacia Sandero: ::checking up on Robinson's bio signs:: Annisha: I saved one of those seeds and planted it in a sealed environment. Nothing can get out. Don't think it's the same plant.. but I can't get down there to see what kind of thing is attacking us now. Tarisa: ::Reins in her tail to not attract anymore vines that have already taken notice.:: Alexis McFarland: Oooh, interesting. Did your dad see it? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am here Captain. A little trouble down on the commerce level. Jylliene: ::enters commands, plots vectors on the display along with the current locations of the Osprey and the found vessels:: Chirakis: ::spots him entering:: Commander Cayne, send your officers to assist Osprey and the three ships that will soon arrive. mimipavilion: ::goes to Lt. Robinson:: Tarisa: Miana> I wish we could see them. Annisha: :: to Miana :: Well, I'd not make a salad from them. Alexis McFarland: That'd be interesting, but I heard that area is off-limits. Sierra Robinson: :: wonders if she showed up a bit too early. and grabs a Reading PADD and looks at the topic.... Starfleet Personnel Today... There is a picture of a proud Bolian Admiral looking at a newly christened Starship :: Alexis McFarland: Hehe Annisha: I think he's at his work. mimipavilion: ::sees Sierra:: Ah... Lt. Robinson you're 30 minutes early Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll send two teams Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::checking up on a few things in the background:: Chirakis: At least, Commander. Three disabled Oberth class ships will be berthing. Annisha: :: to them both :: Unless au can get around it. But I want to be a good noodle. ::bats her eyes:: Sierra Robinson: Oh...Doctor Pavilion. :: stands :: Something my parents taught me was to show up early for Medical Appointments. Plus, no doubt we will be busy in engineering today..so I guess any edge I was trying to get ahead of schedule. Sierra Robinson: :: still holding reading PADD :: Tarisa: ::Following the roots.:: Chirakis: ::takes a seat in the command chair::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are there medical issues as well Captain? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his console, gathering his troops ::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's good advice. Sierra Robinson: :: still wearing a mask as directed :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes on a chair:: mimipavilion: Then shall we get your physical over and done with. Tarisa: Miana> Oh! :;Perks up.:: Remember when we were in the park with the bad guys? We found that passageway.. Chirakis: Probably. Consider that there are, and many. Three Oberth ships being towed. Quite a few. Alexis McFarland: I think I remember that Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: We met those boys. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah. Good times. Sierra Robinson: Alright...:: sets PADD Down, the Bolian Admiral's face doesn't seem to change with the ...upgrated Akira Starship behind him :: Chirakis: :::watching closely:: Commander Kital, Rodman requests berthing. Make it as close to medical as possible. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll get two teams for each ship. Tarisa: Miana> I wonder if they know anything, or if they know how to get down there. Jylliene: ::sends Rodman the vector:: mimipavilion: ::escorts Sierra to a biobed:: Jylliene: +Med+ Ops to medical. Sierra Robinson: :: follows :: Jylliene: ::sends out the other arrival vectors and docking assignments as well, as the ships come into range:: mimipavilion: +OPS+ Pavilion go ahead. Tarisa: ::Slowly making her way towards what could be the cargo hold, and the source of the vines.:: Chirakis: ::nods::: Commander Cayne, inform medical to receive at least 35. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees the order for ships docking :: Jylliene: +Med+ Be ready for incoming. mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye +Medical+ The number of incoming wounded is around 35. More details unknown. mimipavilion: +Cayne+ Understood Sierra Robinson: :: listens and does not even take a seat on the biobed :: Reschedule? mimipavilion: ::Sierra:: Probably the best. I'll send your message to your quarters about the rescheduled date, if that's alright. Amanda Davis PhD: ::comes out of her office::: Thank the stars that they found them. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ This is Korjata. Do we know the damage to the ships, if any? Do they need a forensic evaluation? Alexis McFarland: Hm yeah, I wonder. They probably know those underground paths like the back of their hands. Sierra Robinson: Of course...35 wounded? .. Something bad must have happened...Hope it wasn't the plants! :: unaware of what is transpiring :: Chirakis: ::nods affirmative to Kital:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::moves through medical, making ready:::: Tarisa: ::Entering the cargo hold, finding it harder to move without coming into contact with the vines.:: Sierra Robinson: I best report to my station. Jylliene: +eng+ Unsure of the nature of the damage, but affirmative to the evaluation. mimipavilion: Ok, I'll let you know. ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: :: nods and quickly exits sickbay wondering what could have happened :: mimipavilion: ::goes and helps get medical get ready:: Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + Robinson here...reporting back to engineering..I just heard sickbay is readying for casualties.. what did I miss..something leak on station? Dacia Sandero: ::helps Mimi as well:: Sierra Robinson: :: heads to lift and designates Engineering :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I wish there was a leak. That we could fix. Chirakis: ::forwarding information to Starfleet Command::: Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + I will be there shortly Robinson out. Amanda Davis PhD: :::assuming that there are no children to deal with, she checks that area quickly and moves on::: Jylliene: ::keeps an eye on the arriving and docking:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches people go by:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Plops her head down on Alexis' lap.:: A lot of people... Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Engineering a short time later and looks at the Station 3D display which is not showing anything unusual aside from the Vines on deck 188 :: Annisha: :: Her little PADD beeped :: Oh, some kind of ships are docking.. Alexis McFarland: ::pats Miana's head:: Yes. they are. ::still curious about the plants and stuff:: What kind of a ship? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His teams were in position as the ships were arriving ::: Tarisa: +OPS+ Tarisa here. We have made it to what appears to be the root system of the plants. Jylliene: +Tarisa+ Acknowledged. What's the status? mimipavilion: ::knowing her team managed to get the place ready for the incoming injured, she smiles:: +CnC+ Medical is ready. Tarisa: +OPS+ The vines seem docile for the moment, if not a little curious. Amanda Davis PhD: :::pulls out everything they could possibly need::: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Jylliene: +med+ Acknowledged, doctor. Jylliene: ::chirakis:: Medical is ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: We need to send investigation teams to determine what happened to these ships. Dacia Sandero: ::prepares for the influx:: Sierra Robinson: Ships? :: walks over to Nijil :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Security teams are standing by. Sierra Robinson: What Ships? Jylliene: +Tarisa+ Intriguing. I do have a lock on you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, three if these numbers are correct. Chirakis: ::nods to Jylliene::: Send Cdr Tarisa to assist with incoming. Nijil tr'Korjata: The Rodman, Agincourt, and Chi Song. Sierra Robinson: The Chi Song!! My Shi....:: stops :: Sorry.. ETA? Chirakis: Commander Kital, send all extra personnel to assist where needed. Jylliene: +Tarisa+How quickly do you think you can work your way back out? We have incoming ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: Some minutes. :: He wondered if she would be leaving after the ship is fixed up :: Yeah... :: he looked saddened :: Jylliene: +Tarisa+ The missing science vessels. Chirakis: :::continuing to inform SF Command::: Chirakis: :::Jyllene:: Allow me to assist wherever you are needed, Commander. ::steps close to OPS::: Jylliene: :: ** sends out an all-available-hands message ** :: Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: +Jylliene+ I would not be able to return efficiently with the vines. I would suggest transport to where you need me. Jylliene: +Tarisa+ Prepare for transport. Jylliene: ::beam-beam-shimmer-shimmer to docking area:: Tarisa: ::Readies.:: +Jylliene+ Ready. Jylliene: ::NOW transports:: Tarisa: ::Arrives in the docking area.:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over and retrieves her multipurpose Engineering kit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: May I go with you Sierra? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not sure why he used her first name :: Sierra Robinson: What are our orders sir? Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt are docked. +com to medical+ Prepare for incoming. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Security teams+ Move in to secure the vessels. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ We're ready. Jylliene: ::chirakis:: confirmed. Hard dock established. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the 3 D diagram update...to show three federation emblems in docking ports...:: Chirakis: +Mimi+ Understood. Beaming to medical now. Tarisa: ::Sees the ships docking.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches ships dock through an app on her PADD:: mimipavilion: ::sees the injured being beamed in:: Alright everyone, let's take care of our friends. Dacia Sandero: Let's do it. mimipavilion: ::walks over to a patient and starts scanning:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts working on the injured patients as well:: Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: We have a link established to the ships. Shall we download their sensor logs from their disappearance? Sierra Robinson: :: remains in engineering awaiting orders :: Chirakis: Yes, Commander. Forward them to Starfleet Command. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: ::begins download and transmission:: mimipavilion: ::notices that she is malnourished and gives a hypo to help easy the body back into normal rhythm and moves to the next patient, who is also malnourished:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::her team in medical is focusing on breathing and malnutrition::: Dacia Sandero: ::does the same for patients she sees as malnourished, wondering how long they'd been lost:: Chirakis: :::catches a report from Osprey that is being forwarded to SF Command::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::rounds the bed to see...::: Commander Trajan. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: With Robinson, brandishing his own kit :: Amanda Davis PhD: Trajan> :::slow nod::: Water. Sierra Robinson: So they are docked.... it appears...I guess we wait. Amanda Davis PhD: It's coming through your veins now, Commander. Try to relax. Sierra Robinson: :: is puzzled why they haven't been called to safety check the arriving vessels, does the CNC know something about the arriving ships that is ....classified? :: Dacia Sandero: ::moving from patient to patient, working on their injuries:: mimipavilion: ::continues treating the patients in medical, noting their all malnourished:: Chirakis: +COM+ Lt Robinson, join security to check the ships for anything unusual. Amanda Davis PhD: Trajan> My team? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah, Mr. Cayne's team. Amanda Davis PhD: Nothing dangerous, sir. Osprey got there on time, along with several other ships who came to your assistance. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Understood. :: gathers her stuff ....:: Something I should know about the commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: He's a gruffy human. Chirakis: :::wondering why the Osprey was not affected and the larger ships were:::: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles under her mask :: Oh gruffy....Well hopefully he speaks Sierran! I will keep you posted! Sierra Robinson: :: departs for Cdr Cayne's location :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finds no viruses or other problems that might affect the crews and Aegis::: Sierra Robinson: :: :: walks to the security team's location..presumably where cdr Cayne is :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, now. There was a lot going on. I'd like to clarify... Chirakis: The Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt were not attacked. Chirakis: We don't know why they lost their ships' power. Chirakis: We also don't know why the ships' power ended and the nebular mist that swirled around them suddenly vanished. Chirakis: So... many questions to be answered.... Chirakis: TBS will be the morning of the next day. Chirakis: If you would like to log, do so. Suppositions are invited because none of us really knows why this happened. Chirakis: So... Comments Commander Cayne? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: ? Chirakis: Lt Robinson? Sierra Robinson: So the ships will be docked but we are awaiting the go ahead to inspect them during the TBS? Chirakis: Yes. The crews will be in medical until they are released by Dr Pavilion. The ships will be docked and searched to see why and/or how this happened. Chirakis: If you want to write a log like that, send it to me first. Chirakis: Security is going through the ship inch by inch. Chirakis: Otherwise, Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  28. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |6 November 2020 22 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.174 TBS is 14.5 hours - the time is 0930 hours (9:30 am) Aegis Local. Focused on its last position, Starfleet Runabout Osprey searched nebula 231 to find the USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt. The ships were found floating through the nebula without power. The Osprey has located the ships. Aegis’s closest listening beacon is 427P. SFC Osprey is in contact with Aegis to assist. Science is working on the vines that have taken root on deck 188, possibly originating from the cargo deck. The flowering vines seem to enjoy caressing Mithraan fur.
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