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  2. Congratulations to Commander Coleridge, Commander Korjata, and Lieutenant Dran - Gold Medal Recipients for over 7 years of participation. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 6/5/20 = /\ = = /\ = 12 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.164 = /\ = TBS is 26 hours. The time is 10:00 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. It's the second day of relative normalcy on station. Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing. Starfleet Command is in control of the situation. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops, hoping to find out that Nijil will be released today:: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering observing the power grid, near the large 3D hologram of the station :: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working in the CnC :: Ethan Neufeld: :::making his way from the docks to the CnC::: Chirakis: ::::in her office, CnC, working on documents that should not have been passed to her from SFCommand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Also in medical :: May I go home? Amanda Davis PhD: :::approaches Mimi, knocks on her door::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: His voice was wrong, too low. He was too short :: Dacia Sandero: If Mimi says you can, yes. mimipavilion: ::in her office:: Come in. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the science lab:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: mimipavilion: ::sees Amanda:: Hey!! What can I do for you? Annisha: :: Can't tell her friends what really happened... had to make a good story and stick to it ::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters medical:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps diagnostic screens on the LCARS console ahead of her, still taking notes on things :: Tarisa: ::Steps out into the labs from her office.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::smiling, relaxed:: Well, it seems that he is ready to leave. His vital signs are perfect, his brain scans are perfect. Ethan Neufeld: :::exits lift::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Continued to draw a detailed sketch of medical on his PADD :: Tarisa: Miana> What should we do today? Scott Coleridge: ::spots Nijil and Dacia and heads over:: mimipavilion: That's good to hear. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking for a worthwhile article to read in the latest journal:: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my yes. Perhaps you should have a look and verify? Alexis McFarland: ::lies down next to Miana:: Anything's fine with me. Ethan Neufeld: :::approaches check point for CnC::: mimipavilion: ::extends her hand for the PADD:: Tarisa: ::Sees Dran searching.:: Is there anything good? Amanda Davis PhD: ::hands it over:: mimipavilion: ::takes it and looks it over:: Annisha: :: Space Plague, Annisha thought to herself? :: Scott Coleridge: Hi, Nijil. Sorry I didn't come and visit before now, but I guessed you needed time to yourself to... uh... re-acclimate. Ethan Neufeld: :::identifies and explains request to meet with Captain Chirakis to security::: Tae'Lynn Dran: No, not really. Nijil tr'Korjata: Fa afe fea oe o le ta’ ita i? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, sorry Commander. How are au? Chirakis: Security Officer> ::steps in front of Ethan:: Credentials. ::hand out:: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes in the grass:: Tarisa: ::Frowns:: The last two issues have been very disappointing. Ethan Neufeld: :::presents to security officer as requested::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's been a long while since I last saw au. Sierra Robinson: :: zooms into an interface valve adjacent to the port regulator on reactor five noting it has an above normal efficiency rating...:: hmm. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits up.:: Oh! What if we go to the holosuite? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, we can do that. Chirakis: Security Officer> ::scans, nods::: Very well, Lieutenant Neufeld. I will escort you. Alexis McFarland: My parents made an account there, so I can use it anytime. Ethan Neufeld: :::nods in understanding and follows::: Scott Coleridge: I'm not the one who time travelled millions of years! I'm not surprised it's taking you a while to get back into Aegis-mode. And Romulan-mode. And Nijil-mode. Scott Coleridge: On the bright side, now you have a new chapter for your memoirs. Annisha: What program? :: to Miana :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Amanda:: Agreed. He's ready to be released. Sierra Robinson: Good Engineering. :: smiles :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I noticed. I guess working on the frontier most of the university work gets a bit bland. Nijil tr'Korjata: No, only about 1400. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, I dunno. ::looks to Miana:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs:: Something fun! Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Let's go then. Chirakis: Security Officer> ::leads him to the office::: Tarisa: ::Smiles:: Indeed. Nijil tr'Korjata: I should say so.. and I can sketch in great detail. :: turns his PADD to show Coleridge :: Ethan Neufeld: :::glances around the CnC as he is escorted through::: Chirakis: ::hearing the chime::: Enter. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up.:: Yay Nijil tr'Korjata: I was a female Yith for almost 17 months. Tae'Lynn Dran: Have we got anything interesting on scheduling? Chirakis: ::putting her extensive work aside, she stands as the door opens:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was all very eye-opening. I will not be the same. Ethan Neufeld: :::steps inside and waits to see if the escort follows::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Not wearing a dress will be some getting used to again. Tarisa: Sadly no. :;Frowns.:: And our other project is still on hold. Dacia Sandero: ::tidying things up around the med bays:: Chirakis: ::takes a good look, then dismisses the security officer and waits for the door to close::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks at the sketch admiringly:: Chirakis: Good morning, Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: Seventeen months? But it was only days here. Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head:: Wormholes. They are nothing but trouble. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope I did not cause the station a lot of trouble. They are, er were good people. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Shall we go tell him the good news. Ethan Neufeld: Morning, sir. :::strolls in a bit farther and waits::: Amanda Davis PhD: Please, yes let's. Nijil tr'Korjata: Our generator was of our design, and is missed. mimipavilion: ::nods, exiting her office and heading for Nijil's room:: Chirakis: Take a seat. ::motioning to the chairs in front of her desk and sits::: Nijil tr'Korjata: If au have to miss doing so after, it was a good result. Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the holosuite with the others.:: Chirakis: How may I help you, Lieutenant? Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi said she gave me some gifts before I went back. Sierra Robinson: :: slides her chair jotting down some notes on her schedule for the day :: mimipavilion: ::enters Nijil's room:: Alexis McFarland: ::follows Miana, presses her thumb onto a PADD and they are ushered into an empty holosuite:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think this sketching ability was one of them... wait.. she created new memories for me. Amanda Davis PhD: :::behind Mimi, as she is CMED::: Ethan Neufeld: :::walks forward, but doesn't sit, hands clasped::: I need to request a leave of absence. Alexis McFarland: So, what do we want? Chirakis: ::contemplates that a moment, then asks::: For what purpose? Tarisa: Miana> Um...maybe an adventure? Nijil tr'Korjata: Calibration my asini. Alexis McFarland: Computer> Please specify adventure type and setting. Ethan Neufeld: Personal. Family emergency. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think she wanted an easy method for me to recall things I've seen while there. Annisha: :: Thinks :: Snow? Scott Coleridge: That's interesting. Maybe you could even simulate some of them on the holodeck. Chirakis: ::relaxed, hands folded::: And how long would you be gone? mimipavilion: ::waits for Nijil to finish talking to Scott:: Tarisa: Miana> Something with swords....Oh! and Magic! Nijil tr'Korjata: That's a good idea. Alexis McFarland: Set in the snow? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks over a PADD:: Ethan Neufeld: I don't know. Yet. I'll let you know as soon as I can. Nijil tr'Korjata: How is the station Commander? Sierra Robinson: :: notes she needs to spend sometime in the secure holodeck to walk through a core inspection..:: Alexis McFarland: Computer>. Creating program... ::beeps and reveals a medieval, fairy tale type winter setting:: Tarisa: Miana> Sure! Annisha: Magic? Chirakis: Very well. Alexis McFarland: Like wizards and knights? Annisha: Wizards? Nijil tr'Korjata: And I heard I have a new engineer? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, wizards. Those old guys in the pointy hats and magic wands. Chirakis: :::still thinking, wondering:: You do realize, Lieutenant, that as soon as you leave Aegis, you might be apprehended by some who would like to see you dead. Annisha: Is this a human thing? Tarisa: Miana> I saw it in a book. Alexis McFarland: M..mostly? Though other races might have wizards, I dunno. Annisha: Are there any assassins? Tarisa: Miana> Yep Ethan Neufeld: :::eyes narrow in a momentary flash of disbelief, derailed before he can express gratitude::: The thought had crossed my mind. Alexis McFarland: Wanna be a wizard? I might be a knight or something. I guess so... ::to Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil notices the doctor in the background :: Alexis McFarland: Nice setting though. ::Looks around:: Tarisa: Miana> I want to be a sword wizard. Alexis McFarland: oooh Annisha: Oh, a rogue? Alexis McFarland: I'll be a knight on a horse. Mainly cuz I wanna ride one. Sierra Robinson: ( :: offers to be a Paladin :: ) Tarisa: Miana> What was it called... Scott Coleridge: Yes, Ensign Robinson. Human. She's very quick on the ball and eager to learn. Chirakis: :::deep inhale of thought, then relaxes::: Very well. Request granted. Submit the proper work and report to me so I may verify. Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani knows all about her. Alexis McFarland: So what are we doing? Rescuing a princess from an evil dragon? Tarisa: Miana> Oh! I remember, I think it was red mage. They used swords and magic. Alexis McFarland: hmm Ethan Neufeld: Yes, sir. :::pause::: Thank you, sir. Chirakis: ::stands and leads him to the door, but before she opens it, she turns::: Beware, Lieutenant. Be very aware. ::slight pause:: The security officer will escort. Chirakis: ::opens the door and nods to security::: Alexis McFarland: ::changes into a kid-sized knight armour next to a large trusty steed also clad in armour:: Alexis McFarland: Hard to manoeuvre in this. Ethan Neufeld: :::glances at Chirakis and then falls in-step with the security escort::: Annisha: :: Sees an all black outfit :: That's what I'm talking about. Tarisa: Miana> ::Has the computer make her a set of red mage clothes and a rapier.:: Yay! ::She changes, and then puts on a red hat made to accommodate her Mithraan ears.:: Alexis McFarland: Yay Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: So when do you get to leave medical? Amanda Davis PhD: ::smiles at Scott's question::: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: that's why I'm here Commander Coleridge. Nijil tr'Korjata: As soon as the doctor releases me. Sierra Robinson: :: taps a console and checks some flow chart options on further studies and activities for week two :: Scott Coleridge: Ah, kicking him out, I see. Need the beds for actual sick people. Annisha: Oh, two daggers?! Alexis McFarland: oooh Alexis McFarland: ::checks her large broadsword:: Tarisa: Miana> Uh huh. I wonder if you can turn invisible too. Annisha: :: takes something from Miana without her knowing :: mimipavilion: ::smiles:: You could say that. ::turns to Nijil:: You are being released to your quarters Commander tr'Korjata. Annisha: Oh, even that works. Miana, I think this is yours... Alexis McFarland: Maybe? ::clambers up on top of her horse:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good. Can I walk there on my own? Tarisa: Miana> Oh, did I drop it? Alexis McFarland: Maybe, I didn't see. ::holds the reins, since its a holodeck horse it is very easy to control:: Annisha: Surrrre.. Cptn d'Ka: ::aboard Missouri:: {{Relax, Kh’éile. He can hold his own}} Tarisa: Miana> Soooo...I think according to the book, we are supposed to go find quests. Chirakis: :::watching Ethan leave, somewhat disturbed::: {{That I know,Kh’éile, but thank you.}} Annisha: :: Looks up :: Is this a tiny animal or a normal sized one? Alexis McFarland: Ahh, what's our first quest? ::to Annisha:: A normal sized horse, from what I know. mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: I think it would be a good idea to have someone walk with you to your quarters. Medical protocol. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the Doctor :: Scott Coleridge: I'll accompany you if you like, Nijil. Alexis McFarland: Don't you guys need horses too, or are you both gonna walk? Nijil tr'Korjata: That would be good. Tarisa: Miana> Um... Sierra Robinson: Holodeck Peasant> :: gathering medicinal herbs :: Cptn d'Ka: :::deep sigh::: Annisha: :: Tries getting on her horse :: Ethan Neufeld: :::emerges back outside the CnC and finds a place in the commerce sector to finish up and submit the paperwork::: Alexis McFarland: ::watches the peasant:: Do we need herbs? Tarisa: Miana> Oh! ::Points to the Peasant:: Is that a quest person? Alexis McFarland: I dunno. Annisha: :: Gets on the horse, finally :: Sierra Robinson: Peasant> :: minding her own work :: mimipavilion: I'll see that someone walks you to your quarters. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to get up from his bed :: Great. Scott Coleridge: ::stands ready to assist Nijil if he needs help but follows his lead:: Scott Coleridge: Do you... remember where your quarters are? Sierra Robinson: :: hums a soft tune as she looks at the Large Holographic display. She doubts an Excelsior class vessel would of had one of these :: Jylliene: ::runs the usual diagnostics on power supply and routing, given the demand put on systems by the recent events, ensuring all is operating as usual once more:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is wobbly on the floor :: I keep wanting to walk on my toes. mimipavilion: ::turns and exits Nijil's room:: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::elsewhere in the commerce center, has already found a woman willing to hang out with him::: Dabo! Nijil tr'Korjata: I should take a cane, just in case. Chirakis: ::begins her usual pace through CnC::: Sierra Robinson: Holodeck blacksmith>. :: working on a horse shoe :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks out of his room with help from he cane :: Scott Coleridge: ::walks with Nijil:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Checking out the different people.:: Who should we talk to first? mimipavilion: ::asks a nurse to help Nijil to his quarters and the nurse nods:: Cptn d'Ka: @ Commander Lei'ri, you have the con. I will be in my ready room. Cptn d'Ka: @ Lei'ri> Yes, Captain. Alexis McFarland: The peasant? Nijil tr'Korjata: How about a nurse and the Commander? Annisha: :: clip clops along :: Alexis McFarland: Hyaa ::clops after Annisha:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods. She walks over and is already starting to get nervous.:: Hi... ::Pulls her hat down to cover her eyes.:: Jylliene: ::drums fingertips lightly on the console:: mimipavilion: ::hears Nijil:: You also want Commander Coleridge to help you to your quarters? Alexis McFarland: ::not a very far journey, dismounts and ties her horse on a lead post:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Relax,Kh’éile. I cannot concentrate.}} Chirakis: ::looks up as she passes Jylliene::: Then don't! Sierra Robinson: Holodeck> :: an old woman retrieves water from a well :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps his badge :: +Jylliene+ They are releasing me to my quarters my manamea Jylliene: ::blinks:: Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: Ma'am? Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the different people in the town or village:: Nijil tr'Korjata: He said he would Doctor. Chirakis: :::deep sigh:: Yes, Commander? :::Jylliene::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Jylliene: You were saying something? Ethan Neufeld: :::finds a quiet spot and looks over the paperwork -- in reality already finished apart from the necessary signatures::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Heads out of sickbay :: I could jump as high as Prani. Jylliene: +Nijil+ I'll be there as soon as I can. Chirakis: Unfortunately, yes. A word to the wise, if I may? Do not bond with a telepath. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and relays a message to Jylliene that Nijil has been released:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::slight chuckle::: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Alexis McFarland: ::stands next to Miana:: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: That would be something to see. Ethan Neufeld: :::slouches and lets the PADD drop into his lap, rubbing his face::: Jylliene: I'll keep that in mind. Sierra Robinson: :: notes she needs to begin working on station keeping velocities :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I was tall, lean... walked on my toes.. Jylliene: Speaking of bondmates, Nijil has been released. Alexis McFarland: Hmm.. Nijil tr'Korjata: The voice, my voice was... so strange. Sierra Robinson: Holodeck> Old woman notes a..knight approaching and scurries away :: Chirakis: Ah... excellent. Lt Groveson will relieve you. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::walking away from the Dabo table arm-in-arm with his "date" and a bit richer::: So there I was... Nijil tr'Korjata: I was getting used to being her. And I would have been okay doing so if I was trapped on that end. Tarisa: Miana> ::To the 1st peasant:: Um.....We are adventurers looking for quests... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters a lift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: My quarters. Jylliene: Thank you, Captain. I truly appreciate it. Chirakis: ::nod::: My best to your bondmate. Jylliene: ::nods:: Annisha: :: to Miana :: I mean we charge more if someone has to get hurt real good like Ethan Neufeld: :::wishing he had a few more days to weigh this course of action out in his head::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Well, we're all happy to have you back. I'm assuming. I suppose it's possible there's someone on the station who holds a grudge against you and they're not happy. Scott Coleridge: I can make inquiries if you like. Amanda Davis PhD: ::working in her office, finishing her report::: Sierra Robinson: Peasant with Herbs> hmm... Jylliene: ::calls in the relief, then heads to the TL:: Sierra Robinson: Pheasant with Herbs> :: pulls a coin from her pocket :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, there are certainly more people here... oh +Robinson+ Ensign Robinson. This is SubCommander Korjata. Stop by my quarters when au are able so we can meet. Annisha: Latinum? Chirakis: (I hope you mean pheasant, Ens Robinson) Alexis McFarland: Hmm Sierra Robinson: Peasant with Herbs>. Here, this old coin belongs to the Lord of the Castle. Please..take it to him. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> ...the raiders had their guns pointed at us and the warp core was about to go critical... Tarisa: Miana> Oh shiney Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the far away castle:: Hmm, ok. Chirakis: :::stops at the window to watch the commerce deck three decks down::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holds the coin.:: Okay! To the castle! Alexis McFarland: Thanks for the coin. Sierra Robinson: Coin > ::Ancient looking and bejeweled :: Ethan Neufeld: ((Unless it's a talking pheasant...?)) Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops:: Where is the castle? Chirakis: ((Or that)) Nijil tr'Korjata: I would like to get to work as soon as I can Commander Alexis McFarland: ::not wondering at all how a peasant came across a coin like that:: Sierra Robinson: Peasant Gathering Herbs> You’ll find it on the hill...:: suddenly vanishes before their eyes :: Annisha: That's going to be hard to split up. Alexis McFarland: Tha... ohh... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives at his quarters :: Is this it? Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> ...fast as lightning... Scott Coleridge: ::coughs:: Next door. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looked where she pointed. Then looks back.:: Thank Y- Huh? Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at her map:: Looks like it's through the old enchanted forest and past the large river and caves. Alexis McFarland: Yeah I'm glad we brought horses. Jylliene: ::arrives on the level, makes her way to their quarters:: Scott Coleridge: Don't rush back to work too quickly, Nijil. I'm saying that as your friend and your XO: you need time to readjust. Go to the commerce deck. Use the holosuites. Hey, you can even spend time in engineering. But I'm not officially reinstating you until Dr. Davis and you both agree that you're ready. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> ...They didn't see what hit 'em... Alexis McFarland: ::goes back to her horse:: Tarisa: Miana> Yes! ::Hops on her pony.:: Alexis McFarland: Pony! Scott Coleridge: Spend some time with your family. You haven't seen them for over a year. Alexis McFarland: ::clambers up her noble steed:: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> ...And that's how I beat Candy Crush. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah. I have to almost meet my bondmate for the first time again. Tarisa: Miana> ::Once again.:: To the castle! ::Happy tail swish:: Chirakis: :::continues her pace around CnC:::: Alexis McFarland: Yess... ::gallops off to the castle:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office to see Nijil::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Chases after.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shakes the Commander's hand :: Thanks for the effort to get me on this end. Ethan Neufeld: :::decides to ponder a couple more hours before he submits anything::: Annisha: :: follows :: Jylliene: ::arrives at their quarters, seeing Scott and Nijil there:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::and he has already been released, which is a good thing::: Scott Coleridge: You're welcome. I'll... ah, there she is. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> ... But as we all know, to blave means "to bluff..." Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I thought Nijil would enjoy some company on his walk home. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a party... mimipavilion: ::finishing up report on Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::continues to regale with heavy embellished stories::: Jylliene: ::grins:: Thank you. I'm sure he did. Sierra Robinson: Blue Knight> :: sits along the road enjoying some cooked rabbit :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::and flippant humor...::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Thank you to Lt Neufeld for the log. If any of you have not read it, it's an excellent read. Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 1300 (1 pm). Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  3. Today
  4. Eighteen months ago… According to the debriefing conducted via hyper-channel aboard the ibn Majid, the operation on Canopus Major had dead-ended on faulty intel after thirty-six-hour days of monsoons, mud, and little rest. But Ethan barely managed to shower, and crawl into a pair of sweats and bed, let alone think of drifting to sleep before the comms beaconed in the darkness. "Your cousin, Gage Silver, is calling. He says it's an emergency." Sure he did, Ethan thought irritably. Gage had developed a penchant for exaggeration to bypass comms routing and do-not-disturb settings over the last couple of years. In addition to the drinking habit that he had picked up to cope in his crumbling marriage. Ethan felt sympathetic most of the time. At the moment, he stared at the holographic ID projected overhead weighing between skeptical and too drowsy to care. "Would you like to answer?" the AI pressed for a response. "Hmm." The sound didn't entirely make it past his throat. Chirping in acknowledgment, the computer's heuristics selected audio-only based on his eye-rubbing. He listened for a second after the channel opened, nearly dozing off while summoning the energy to speak. Gage blurted as though he thought the line had closed, "Hello?" "Yeah?" he mumbled. "Don't hang up, okay? Okay? She skipped court. They can't find her. She's gone. She ******* took Rebecca." Every joint ached as Ethan sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, endeavoring to stay awake. "You're drunk." "Shut the **** up and listen. You're not listening—" "Where are you?" "At home: where the **** else?! If I knew where she was, I'd ******* be there. But I don't know where she is!" A replicator buzzed in the background, followed by the clink of bottles and a metal cap falling to the floor. He heard Gage swill. "I told you she was going to do this. I ******* told you." "So what's your plan?" Ethan grazed an unshaven face, already suspecting the answer. "Plan? ****," Gage sputtered on his beer. "That's what I called you for." "At three in the morning." "Oh—well, ****, you never tell me where the **** you are." Of course, Gage thought it convenient to ignore why. Ethan checked an urge to attack that solecism behind a deep breath. "What'd the judge say?" "I got custody, and he issued a warrant. But like that means **** after she left the ******* planet." Defeatist but likely accurate: the farther she went, the longer she successfully hid, the harder to find her. Ethan gazed quietly, unwilling to acknowledge Gage's motives and provoke the discussion he didn't want to have right now. "You're going to help me, right?" Gage snapped uncomfortably at the silence. "Do what exactly?" "****, you're a ******* mind-reader, but you always play stupid. You know damn well. I'm gonna resign; get a ship—" "Should let the police handle this, Gage." "You're joking, right?" "It's what they do." "Yeah, at the speed of ******* molasses. I can't wait that long. Remember last year? I had to haul *** home from the other side of the ******* quadrant because the neighbors found my daughter living by herself and called the cops. That ***** left for three ******* weeks! Took a ******* trip to Free Cloud where she and her dumb*** side-**** gambled our entire savings." "Yeah," Ethan exhaled into the hand he brushed across his face. "I remember." "I need you, Ethan…" Gage faltered, likely chafing the back of his head the way he always did when exasperated and restless. "****! Rebecca needs you. You're the only one I know who can do what you do." "I can put in for leave in a few weeks—" "That'll be too ******* late. We're talking about my daughter's life." "Is what it is, Gage," he said more firmly. "Can't go right now—my guys need me." "Son of a *****, Ethan. The judge ruled her unfit. Un-*******-fit. I've got scars—that ***** put me in the ******* hospital, Ethan. How long's it gonna be before she ******* loses it on Rebecca?" "Might not," he shrugged faintly. "I don't know." "Then why aren't you coming with me?" Ethan responded with silence. Even sober, Gage would refuse to accept his position no matter how much he explained. He hated arguing. "I thought blood was thicker than water," his cousin shot through clenched teeth. "Fine. You ******* do you. I'm gonna get my daughter back." The call disconnected. Ethan raked his hands over his head and fell back on the bed, wrestling to empty his brain and sleep right up to the moment the ship's bells chimed at zero-four-thirty. *** In many ways, Gage Deforest Silver and Ethan Neufeld epitomized the cliché of oil and water. The kinship mostly began and ended at cousins who lived under the same roof through Gage's teens. The only son of Ethan's maternal uncle started life with an affectionate nature, a pair of gifted archeologists and geologists for parents, and good prospects. No one doubted they loved Gage for all the doting and extolling of his precociousness. But the passion for deep-space expeditions that rationalized their frequent absence inflicted a wound. Seven years later, Gage had strayed toward attention-seeking and self-absorption. His parents' presumptive death certificates stung like salt. The trip and his attempts to comfort the inconsolable towheaded cousin formed the clearest early memories Ethan had. After the memorial service, Gage remained under the guardianship of their grandfather on his South Dakota ranch. Four-year-old Ethan and his mother returned to his paternal grandparents' home in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany. Who the boys would become and remain into adulthood pivoted on the few holidays and summers they spent together. Gage's deteriorating behavior often undermined his desire for a buddy. It drew an assertiveness and antipathy from Ethan, astonishing a mother accustomed to parenting a docile, easygoing child. On the occasions that Gage didn't drive his younger cousin to solitude, Ethan possessed a fierceness that more than made up for Gage's age and size. They called a few draws, but Ethan lost only once. One Christmas, Gage had shot a dart in Ethan's knee after he had quit playing Gage's game. Then Gage all but pissed himself in retreat, taking a dart from the same gun in the ***. A combination of pride and fear sealed Gage's lips, and Ethan simply didn't care to talk about their fights. He had done what needed doing. Neither stopped to wonder whether their guardians knew. Gage's redemption came at the outset of his freshman year of high school. The elderly Silver finally admitted he had long since aged beyond the ability to care for his business and meet his grandson's needs. Gage joined the Neufelds in San Jose, California, on the heels of uncle Robert's retirement from Starfleet. Under his aunt's patience and uncle's sternness, Gage sloughed the manipulative and self-serving armor over the next few years. He matured good-humored and selfless as his emotional cup filled. Ethan grew to respect his charisma, enjoy his company, and even tolerated his irreverent sense of humor. A poor academic performance transformed to honors, propelling him straight into a brilliant career as a Starfleet engineer. But his marriage to a charming linguist and daughter's birth—who they named Rebecca after Ethan's mother—became the hallmark of his life. He enjoyed a nice, smooth streak until their grandfather passed away, and Gage's wife appeared to take a volte-face. Eventually, it became clear that she had lived a double-life for some time, preying on Gage and neglecting their daughter until she grew too careless. In the days leading up to their divorce, she gaslighted and spun lies to absolve herself from ending the marriage she no longer wanted. Once the lies snapped under scrutiny, she panicked and ran with the only thing Gage believed he had left. For the first time, Ethan had trouble holding ground against his cousin's highly emotional reasoning. Primary operations on the berthing deck had ceased for the night by the time Ethan arrived. He headed toward the solitary glow spilling from the open hold of a yacht several slips down, half a dozen stacked crates at its outer doors casting long shadows. "My Wicked Bones" by Nick Nolan blared, echoing in the cavern, accompanied by a coarse belting and the racket of moving cargo. In search of a particular crate, the tall, stocky singer waltzed out in a sweat-stained khaki tee, jeans, and scuffed roughout boots. Shaggy dark hair that hinted auburn stuck to his forehead, and his beard needed a trim. The malty-sweet odor of whiskey hung several meters around him. Caught mid-refrain, he pulled up sharply at Ethan's approach. "You. Mother. ******. So you were in Sol." Ethan met Gage’s indignation with a flat expression. "When are you leaving?" "Midnight—why? Thought you weren't comin'. Some bull**** excuse about your job or whatever," he remarked as he flexed a crate to the deck and then returned Ethan's silent gaze in a scowl. "Look, if you're here to feed me more of that ******* moral **** about leaving this up to the police, you can **** off the way you came.” A wry smile tugged at the corner of Ethan's mouth as he shook his head. "Nah, not here to waste your time." "Good," Gage shot back forcefully and then tailed off, looking apprehensive. "Good." Hefting a crate of ready-made rations, he carried it inside the hold while Ethan followed in observation. Gage handled his liquor well enough to walk a reasonably straight line. The inebriation manifested more in the clumsy hands that struggled to secure the bulkhead straps. He swiped down the music's volume at the control panel. Then plucked up a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it out by the neck. Ethan pressed his lips in a headshake. "No, thanks." "You're still a boring ****," Gage ribbed and chugged a mouthful with a dramatic gasp. "You just get back?" "Yeah." Ethan pivoted into a stroll around the edge of the hold. "See your parents yet?" "Not technically here." "Wow," Gage's brow furrowed. "So you came all this way just for me? " "Something like that." "Why?" He sneered, tossing back the bottle again. Ethan exhaled, coming to a stop between Gage and the inner door that led into the ship's cabin. "Can't let you fly like this, Gage." "****!" He choked, amber liquor spraying out around his mouth. Bent over in a throat-seared coughing fit, he wiped the back of his hand across his face, tears in his eyes. He needed a moment before he could pull a deep breath and rasp, "*** ******, that hurts!" "You okay?" Gage hawked phlegm, pointing at Ethan with the bottle still in hand. "You better not be ******* with me right now." "I'm not," Ethan replied flatly. His cousin's countenance darkened considerably. "Get the **** off my ship.". "Listen." Ethan held up a staying hand. "Not saying you can't go. You have to go. Just need to sober up first." He watched his cousin's fists ball up as he spoke, the carotid in his neck visibly pulsing beneath the skin. "Don't do it," he warned at the forward shift in the other man's balance. He ducked the haymaker and shoved. Gage stumbled backward on his haunches. The bottle clattered from his grip, spiraling whiskey across the compartment. He scrambled up for a low charge. Ethan kicked back asprawl over his shoulders. Drove his torso into the deck, knocking the air out of him. He felt Ethan's weight shift. Pushed up but couldn't roll out of his foothold. He jabbed and pried at Ethan's arm. Swatted at his head. Threw glancing elbows. The more he struggled, the tighter chokehold. His vision had grayed and just about tunneled to nothing before he tapped the deck. He stayed down after Ethan let go, too dizzy to stand as he wheezed and barked for air. Ethan came to a knee, catching his breath. "We good?" Gage managed a nod, and Ethan waited for him to recover a bit. "Listen," he leveled again in his typical fashion. "Call port control. I'll help you load the rest of this, and we'll talk for a while. Or you can sleep it off." Gage groaned, feeling tetchy in his surrender. "You're a real ***hole, you know that?" "Yeah, get that a lot," he countered dryly and wore an equally wry expression as he offered Gage a hand. Ethan watched the yacht zip away in the morning from the public observation deck. Minus the crate of whiskey that he had ensured would remain stranded on the berthing deck for some lucky traveler or dock worker to find. He knew the gesture could end up fruitless. The probability favored Gage purchasing more liquor somewhere else or bypassing the replicator's default for synthehol. Still, the yacht's captain departed that day clear-headed, in good-humor, with another embellished story, and a belly full of food. It amounted to all Ethan could do. With any luck, it had impressed on him the value of sobriety while he searched for his daughter. *** 11 JUN 2388 Commerce Sector, Aegis Present-day… Ethan's morning had plummeted to a new low: groped by a nymphomaniac whose manipulation of an antiquated parti pris would make Phryne envious. So-called enlightened culture still conditioned society to assume evolution wired men for unbridled carnality and, therefore, incapable of feeling sexually harassed or anything but flattered. That women and beautiful women above all evolved too fragile for the capacity of predation or victimizing men. Moreover, proper masculinity must bear these kinds of abuses from both sexes while wearing a smile. Anything short of stoicism emasculated and stigmatized. Whereas many victims failed to report cases out of fear of reprisal or shame, the masculine fallacy led more male victims to mischaracterize the experiences as bullying or, at worst, obligatory. Criticism often focused on the victim's power to say no or other forms of shaming at the expense of acknowledging that the offense had occurred regardless. That the definition of harassment relied almost exclusively on the victim's opinion further clouded the issue, given some tolerated significantly more than others. Through his teens and early twenties, the amount of (mostly) female attention Ethan received had blended flattering and bizarre. Most of it came off as polite socializing. Some ventured a bit further than that but nonetheless harmlessly if they respected his space. He castigated the few who got too pushy. Sometimes repeatedly, until he had sharpened the skill to a ruthless art form—of which he never felt all that proud. Rarely had a girl forced him to resort to self-defense. Aside from Tiffany, an average dirty-blonde in his sophomore class, who offered to let him do whatever he pleased to her. She laughed it off when he dryly asked if he could push her from a roof. Not until he shoved her in the face while trying to kiss him did she finally get the message. She may have cried; he hadn't bothered to look back and check. Realistically, a few girls may have cried over the years. By his mid-twenties, he had shifted away from cruelty as he grew desensitized to most of the ogling and risque comments. Even a degree of physical contact. At times, he couldn't help but smirk or laugh at their awkward desperation. The Bajoran had won his aloofness at the holo-café. Today, she crossed a limit that should have provoked more than a verbal flaying. Two factors had tempered his response considerably. He sensed that telling her off would likely do more to encourage than discourage — she had that ravening type of presence. Secondly, his exhaustion had him reluctant to risk her filing a complaint. He didn’t care whether the charges would stick, nor feared the plausible deniability she had created. Another investigation was the last thing he wanted. After months of interrogations and (virtual) appearances in court as one of the prosecution's key witnesses against Admiral Farragut—and more upcoming—he wanted to be left alone. Apparently, everyone had missed that memo. Farragut's daughter had merely iced the cake. Ironic metaphor, equating irritants to desserts. Then again, he lacked a fondness for sweets, and she had struck him as unbearably saccharine the first time they met a few years ago. An ignorant true believer who lived so far up her mother's shadow that she couldn't see daylight. On the other hand, the court of public opinion possessed an insatiable bloodthirstiness, and the situation understandably frightened her. He felt a bit empathetic but mainly let her vent on him out of apathy. In her agitated state, no one could possibly reason her out of a lifetime of false hero-worship within a few passing minutes. That would take days at best if he cared or had the energy to try. The moment she telegraphed an intent to hit him, however, his indifference evaporated. Fortunately for her, Gage saved her wrist from a potential sprain. Ethan blew out a deep breath as Captain Chirakis passed through without much fuss. He couldn't describe the relief he had letting Gage run interference on the last of one too many social calls. The walls had finally stopped closing in for a minute—long enough that he realized his cousin didn’t smell like a distillery. Gage rapidly glanced between the two, sounding confused and equally irritated by his confusion. "What the **** was that?" "When did you get in?" "Dunno," Gage scratched his head in thought, unfazed by the change in subject. "Maybe thirty minutes ago?" "Your ship here?" "Yeah, at the dock? Why?" "Let's check it out," Ethan said, flicking toward and then starting in that direction. "Uh, okay," Gage drawled, eyes darting about and narrowing as he mulled over Ethan's interest. Short of an answer, he surged to catch up in a couple of long strides. "It's still the same ship you saw last time." "I know." Gage's brow furrowed upward, and then his lips pressed in a semblance of comprehension. "Well, all right. Let's go check out my ship then," he relented cheerfully. Before falling into an uncharacteristic silence, he tossed over his shoulder, "Just F-Y-I, customs was a ***** to get through." "Counting on it," he remarked, which elicited a wary look from Gage. Ethan fully intended to test how far he could push the boundaries of his confinement. It disappointed Ethan a bit that he met no resistance at all. The agent wore a friendly smile as she gave him the go-ahead to pass the gate, and no one stopped him as he boarded Gage's yacht. Someone clearer-headed may have interpreted that as a sign of Chirakis's trust and a middle finger to Ethan’s enemies in Starfleet. But elements of Special Operations had pushed him far enough that cynicism became the only filter he wore. He saw a carrot on a stick. The hangman feeding out the rope so that he would tangle himself up for the captain to rescue and gain an insuperable debt. At that moment, he abandoned any of the vague notions he had to escape. He refused to play what reeked of a game. A Qowat Milat nun could offer him a good morning and he would question their motive if not impugn their philosophy. Gage sealed the inner door, sending a dramatic flair at the living space amidship between the cargo hold and the cockpit. "Here it is, mi casa on cohetes mágicos." "Heh." Ethan nodded minimally at the motif of glossy white fiberglass, Padauk inlays, and stainless steel accents. A recess in the port bulkhead housed a set of coffin bunks that butted up to a concealed laundry and the head. Storage lined the starboard beside a niched kitchenette. The only furnishings consisted of an anchored couch, a small round table with chairs, and exercise equipment. The cleanliness of it surprised Ethan. Though far from slobby, Gage had never reached the level of clean-freak, either. Astern, a gray deck hatch marked with red letters led to the engine and Gage's natural domain that spanned the craft's length beneath their feet. "Pick a seat, take a load off, grab a drink… and try smiling," Gage urged, maneuvering for the kitchenette. Ethan made a half-scoffing chuckle. "Doing okay?" "Uh, yeah, I'm doing all right. Sober" — Gage appeared to count — "most of the time." He opened the small cooler and grabbed a cold bottle of old-fashioned Reed's Ginger Ale. "How about yourself?" "Eh," Ethan shrugged and dropped gingerly into a chair at the table. He could feel the tightness now. The Bajoran had wrenched his lower back when she jumped on him. “Wow, calm the **** down, chatterbox, I can’t keep up.” Gage popped the cap off of his drink and gestured with it. “Want one?” “No, thanks.” “All right,” he accepted, taking a long draw and a seat. “Why’d you want to see my ship anyway?” “Being watched—“ A spasm cut him off, drawing a hissed, "Scheisse." "Scheisse? Wait, isn't that German for ****?" "Hmm." "That bad?" Eyeing Ethan’s posture, he added, "****, must be bad if you're cussing." "Think the rapist pulled something." Gage nearly choked. "The what?" "Long story." "I like long stories,” he pressed, wearing a goofy look. Ethan only offered the typical, dismissive, "Hmm.” “Or not,” Gage relented and then quipped at the silence, "I’ll take five hundred for the rapist, Trebek.” In a terrible impression of Darrell Hammond impersonating Sean Connery on Saturday Night Live. Sure, why not? "Who is the chick that grabs ***? Ah, never mind, Trebek. Your mother answered the question." Ethan rubbed at the start of a tension headache, somewhat goaded by his cousin’s irreverent humor. "Any news about Rebecca?" “Yeah, actually. She’s here, in this sector.” “What? Where?” “Dunno exactly, yet. I’ve been trying to call you the last couple of weeks, but they said you were unavailable. Gonna use Aegis as my jumping-off point. I was hoping you could ride shotgun this time. Never thought I’d actually find you in this ****hole. Aren’t you supposed to be off saving the galaxy someplace?” “Not anymore.” The statement came out heavily. “Really?” Gage looked shocked. “Thought that was like your ‘calling’ or some mystical-destiny nonsense. You quit?” “No and I can’t talk about it.” “Oh,” he griped, “more of that bull****.” The tone piqued Ethan like it never had before and he leaned back irritably. Gage knew he couldn’t share confidential information. After more than a decade, he needed to get the **** over it. “Well that explains it, I guess.” “Explains what?” “You. You’re all like… ****, I dunno. ” Gage shrugged, at a loss for words to describe the difference he saw in Ethan’s demeanor. Not so much persistently angry as discomposed and easier to irritate. “Maybe the rapist’s got exactly what you need.” “Shut up.” Given the giant grin on his face at that moment, he found ease with which he could push Ethan’s buttons very amusing. "Well, you should at least see a doctor.” “Already know what they’ll say.” “Yeah, but, they could give you something— Oh, wait, you’ve got that weird thing with painkillers, right? How did you figure that out again?" "The hard way." "That never gets old,” he chuckled. Ethan scoffed unamused. “That must suck, though.” “Mmhmm. Upside is I can’t develop an addiction.” “I dunno. Addiction isn’t all that bad—takes the edge off sometimes. Hey, now that I think about it, I’ve got something that might help.” Springing up from the table, Gage fetched an unopened case of a dozen pint glass bottles filled with a viscous purple liquid. “What is that?” “X’hazi.” “Isn’t that normally pink?” And very high-proof like Everclear. “Yeah…” he floundered a bit. “Guy I bought it from said it’s got flavorings and **** added to it—kind of like, uh, vermouth.” “Hmm.” “Want some?” “Nope.” “Seriously, you’re still one of those… whatever-tea-people—” “Teetotaller.” “That’s what I said,” he feigned sourly. “Well, if all this classified **** you’re dealing with ever changes your mind, you know I’ve got good stuff.” “Hmm.” Ethan rubbed away more of the stress on his face. “How long are you staying?” Gage finished off his current drink in an appreciative gasp and tossed the bottle in the recycler. “Uh, about a day or so? I’m here to meet with the ex’s snitch.” “Mind if I crash here?” “Yeah, sure.” Then it dawned him why Ethan had asked. “**** yeah. Knock yourself out. But” — he held up a finger — “only if you help me out.” The grimace on Ethan’s face betrayed the difficulty of that stipulation. But to Gage’s surprise he heard the words he had only dreamed of before today. “Yeah. I’ll see what I can do.”
  5. Yesterday
  6. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |5 June 2020 12 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.164 TBS is 26 hours. The time is 10:00 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. One thing ends and another begins. First came the technology virus, and soon after that came the issue involving a Yith named Th'Prani'Liloo/Prani who, in the name of scientific research, switched brains with Nijil tr’Korjata. Thankfully, all had been resolved and Aegis personnel had enjoyed a full day of rest. Hopefully, the second day would be as peaceful as the first. Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing.
  8. Last week
  9. = /\ = Manticore Brief Stardate 52006.1 "New Las Vegas" = /\ = TBS is 1 hour | It is still a Dark and Stormy Night Repairs on the USS Manticore continue. Captain McFly is improving. Cdr Kenickie killed under orders of SpecOps. Cdr Jaenke retrieved her black crystal and plugged it in as requested. At sim begin the black crystal should have served its purpose. Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Callista Tyrel: :: is with Annika and Gila :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::Manticore's bridge, pacing:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::tending to the captain::: Erich Jaenke: :: Making his way back to the hotel, but they all look the same :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the thunderstorm still continuing :: Annika Sorenson: ::lying on her bed, relaxing with another drink:: Callista Tyrel: :: sipping a beverage and flicks on the viewer :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the New Las Vegas Late night news is on...:: Erich Jaenke: :: The evening was late and the night was dark, even considering the well-lit nature of this planet :: Callista Tyrel: ( would the local news have a certain CO’s arrest on it? ) Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::stops pacing, watches the screen for a moment, then::: Lieutenant Klaxon, you have the con. I'm going planetside. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Klaxon> Aye, Commander. I have the con. Annika Sorenson: ::watches the viewer:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::gears up, setting her phaser on stun:::: Erich Jaenke: :: Looks around, in a mild panic as the crystal may have alerted someone to his location :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::and a few knives to make sure::: Callista Tyrel: Stormy Smith> Strong ionic storms rolling over the valley right now, I would not recommend leaving the city..the grid is taking a lot of hits at you can see here...:: gestures :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ +Erich+ Commander, coming to your location. ::nods to the transporter officer::: Erich Jaenke: +Farr+ What? Why? Annika Sorenson: Hmm, yeah... it looks bad. How long this storm gonna last? ::sprawls on her bed upside-down with her feet on the pillow:: Cmdr JFarrington: :::takes a good look around before tracking him down::: Callista Tyrel: Stormy Smith Human Weather guy>. I am forecasting clearing skies in the morning..with a high ..of 40 C tomorrow afternoon. Callista Tyrel: :: stretches :: Where do they get these guys...and their names... Annika Sorenson: Ugh Cmdr JFarrington: :::spotting him not far away::: Annika Sorenson: Straight outta central casting Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Annika :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::on approach, she nods::: Commander. Callista Tyrel: Bajoran Female> In other news, a prominent Starfleet officer has been arrested... Annika Sorenson: ::perks up and looks at the screen:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::watching the captain as he sleeps, somewhat peacefully:: Gila Orrak: :: Takes another drink :: Annika Sorenson: ::Sips her drink:: Callista Tyrel: Bajoran Female>. Fleet Admiral Boris Ukov was arrested by metro police in front of the Atom Resort for public intoxication... Cmdr JFarrington: :::Erich seems anxious:: Callista Tyrel: Bajoran Female> Metro Police were called to the scene in the middle of a Down Pour...with the Starfleet Admiral reportedly shouting… “The End is near”. Erich Jaenke: Yes. :: holding a crystal in his hand :: This thing is dangerous. Annika Sorenson: Fleet Admiral? Callista Tyrel: Bajoran Female> A Starfleet official refused to comment on the situation....we will be right back after this. Gila Orrak: :: Hates the waiting, even though she should be accustomed :: Cmdr JFarrington: I understand that. I suggest that you hide it somewhere in your uniform. Callista Tyrel: I thought I would hear about the Commander...Maybe Our Division has censored the story from the broadcasts. Annika Sorenson: Hmm, maybe. ::takes another drink:: Callista Tyrel: These broadcasts leave the planet..odd they would embarrass an Admiral...but a commander on murder charges? Is someone upstairs on the scene controlling things now? Erich Jaenke: If I could only hide it further. :: places it in his shirt :: Cmdr JFarrington: What were you supposed to do with it? Callista Tyrel: :: sips brandy :: It would not surprise me..if this thing is all censored. And those that did write anything were ordered to retract. Annika Sorenson: I dunno.. ::kicks her legs behind her against the headrest:: I wouldn't put it past 'em either. ::sips a glass of wine:: Erich Jaenke: I placed it in the first terminal I could find Erich Jaenke: It appeared to do nothing... integrated itself into the terminal, then went out Callista Tyrel: :: notes Gila :: You okay ? Cmdr JFarrington: :::stare at him, thinking:: Gila Orrak: Oh I am fine my young friend. This is not the reprieve I was expecting. Cmdr JFarrington: I think it might be a good idea to hide in the shadows rather than in bright light. Annika Sorenson: That's good to hear. Yeah, I wasn't expecting this either. Cmdr JFarrington: Do you know what it's supposed to do? Callista Tyrel: Yeah..this has been an interesting leave. For sure :: takes another sip :: Annika Sorenson: Still looking forward to our massage sessions tomorrow. Erich Jaenke: I was not told what it does, only to do what I did. Callista Tyrel: Ricky! Yes! :: giggles :: Annika Sorenson: ::chuckles:: Cmdr JFarrington: I suppose that we wait and see, then. Callista Tyrel: I think I am going to have a hangover tomorrow I fear. Annika Sorenson: There's medication for that in the first aid box. This hotel really does think of everything Callista Tyrel: Oh that is good..because I have had..waaayy to much to drink tonight. :: returns to her brandy :: Annika Sorenson: Yeah. so did I at the bar. ::sips her wine:: Erich Jaenke: Probably contacting someone if I had to guess, but I don't know who. Callista Tyrel: Yeah...glad we made it up here. Thanks Gila for that help. Cmdr JFarrington: So we wait and see. For now, let's get inside. It's getting colder. Erich Jaenke: Yes, the nights are cold here. Annika Sorenson: ::smiles:: Callista Tyrel: ::: fluffs her pillow and lies down again..drink on the small dresser :: Cmdr JFarrington: And the rain will start again soon. Gila Orrak: So, are we going to head to our quarters or sit in this bar? Cmdr JFarrington: ::checks the sky::: Cmdr JFarrington: Show me the way, Commander. Cmdr JFarrington: Actually, I should call you Erich. It's less noticeable. Callista Tyrel: ( oops we are in the room Gila ) Erich Jaenke: :: Nods :: I believe it is this way.. Gila Orrak: Wait, where are we? Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::the captain stirs and moans a little::: Annika Sorenson: ::watches out of the window:: Cmdr JFarrington: ::follows along::: Callista Tyrel: ( brought drinks up ) Annika Sorenson: In our room? Gila Orrak: Really... oh. :: puts her head in a pillow :: Callista Tyrel: I hope.... hope... uh...where am I... :: wonders how much she did have to drink :: Callista Tyrel: :: bursts out laughing :: Gila Orrak: I have not drank anything for a long time... and it shows Gila Orrak: Where is he? That Beta man... was he supposed to dance for us? Cmdr JFarrington: :::hoping the rain doesn't start again until they're inside::: Erich Jaenke: :: Looks up at the buildings :: These all look alike, but I think it's the next one. Annika Sorenson: ::giggles:: Cmdr JFarrington: :::they all look the same to her::: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::the captain seems to be having a nightmare::: Callista Tyrel: Wait..there was a Beta man supposed to dance for us! Frak...I blew it again! Erich Jaenke: :: Enters the hotel :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::enters behind him::: Annika Sorenson: Aww. I hope he'll be back tomorrow... what is a Beta man? Cmdr JFarrington: ::slips her weapons under her jacket::: Callista Tyrel: Gila..who was Beta man? I cannot remember !! :: chuckles :: Gila Orrak: Erich.. his name is Erich. Cmdr JFarrington: ::looking around::: Nice place. Erich Jaenke: :: Goes through the doors :: Callista Tyrel: :: blinks :: Wait...the Chief? Dance? Annika Sorenson: He can dance? Gila Orrak: He's a chief? Callista Tyrel: :: reaches for drink ...spills it..picks up the glass and plunks it on the dresser :: I had no clue!!! Gila Orrak: But he's with that Keb woman...drives the ship. Gila Orrak: Or does she push it? Annika Sorenson: ::nods:: Cmdr JFarrington: :::following Erich::: Erich Jaenke: :: Enters a lift :: Annika Sorenson: only if it gets stuck in the snow. Cmdr JFarrington: ::steps in behind him:: Erich Jaenke: Heading to the three women's quarters. Callista Tyrel: NO she does not PUsh the ship...The chief makes me push the ship! Cmdr JFarrington: :: a little more relaxed::: Callista Tyrel: :: clearly intoxicated :: Cmdr JFarrington: (I noticed) Annika Sorenson: ::stumbles over to Callista:: Somebody's gotta. Callista Tyrel: And you...Annika...:: use those sensors and push things out of our way! :: Erich Jaenke: :: Chimes the door to their quarters :::: Beep beep boop :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the door :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::watching up and down the corridor::: Callista Tyrel: Uh...Enter!!! :: hides under blanket :: Annika Sorenson: Who is it? Annika Sorenson: ::under her blanket as well:: Erich Jaenke: :: Enters their quarters :: It's Erich and Farrington. Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you Cmdr JFarrington: Good job, all. Cmdr JFarrington: Erich, anything for the crew? Erich Jaenke: Nope, though synthohol the next time Cmdr JFarrington: Good idea. Cmdr JFarrington: Questions or comments from the crew? Callista Tyrel: That is a funny sight CO and Chief walked into . Cmdr JFarrington: For sure Annika Sorenson: heh yea Cmdr JFarrington: TBS will be zero for now. Cmdr JFarrington: Anyway, great job. Cmdr JFarrington: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. SD 0524.2020 - No Sim (Memorial Day) SD 0531.2020 Excalibur has been docked at starbase for several days while station engineering assisted in untangling their computer core. After a brief delay and some retraining, the crew was given 24-hours of leave. With the exception of a certain Ensign in science, who may never be allowed to leave the ship again. We pick up with the crew being recalled and a senior staff meeting scheduled to discuss new orders.
  11. Arcadia tries a number of ways to pull out of the trap, but is unable. They get pulled through the anomaly into a higher pressure area of space, filled with space coleoids. Listening in to the gravitational waves, they pick up more language. One of the coleoids seems to have been trapped before. They prepare to initiate a conversation. chatlog2020-5-24.txt
  12. Earlier
  13. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/29/20 = /\ = = /\ = 11 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.163 = /\ = The time is 0700 (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Personnel on Aegis are refreshed and ready for duty. Anything related to manufacture of the wormhole is classified, locked and heavily guarded in the security complex. Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical, checking up on Nijil:: Ethan Neufeld: :::commercial sector::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::medical complex, filing a report on Nijil::: Chirakis: :::CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watering some new seedling in the botany lab:: Ethan Neufeld: :::still hanging out in limbo... begins climbing the stairs to the mezzanine::: Sierra Robinson: :: on duty in engineering:: Dacia Sandero: ::n sick bay:: Alexis McFarland: ::curled up in bed asleep:: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC looking noticeably refreshed:: Tarisa: ::Walks into the lab, and over to Dran.:: New project? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly.:: Jylliene: :: in medical, waiting to see whether Nijil is near release:: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::the one from the holo-cafe smiles and starts down the stairs::: mimipavilion: So Nijil how do you feel this morning? Ethan Neufeld: :::ignores the Bajoran::: Chirakis: ::Exits her office, tablet in hand:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Groggy... Everything is different. mimipavilion: The grogginess is understandable. What do you mean everything is different? Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::missteps, catching a high-heel just above the mid-stair landing, and falls directly into Ethan::: Annisha: :: Eating her cereal :: Sierra Robinson: :: glad to see normal indicators on the EPS grid monitor display :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Good morning, Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: Just a sample brought back from a survey. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking into the CnC :: Ethan Neufeld: :::grunts and grips the railing, lower back strained to counter the impact and her weight::: Chirakis: ::half looking up as she holds her tablet and pages through it::: Good morning Number One. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know I may have asked, but how much time has passed? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels his face :: Jylliene: ::staying back out of the way, but near-ish to Nijil:: Tarisa: Oh, I see. Is it doing well? Scott Coleridge: Any updates from medical about Nijil? I wanted to swing by but I didn't know if they were letting him see visitors. Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::clings tightly::: Oh! Thank the prophets you were here to stop my fall. Tae'Lynn Dran: We seem to have matched its natural habitat well. mimipavilion: three days you were in another time and place. but you've been back since yesterday. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene have the baby yet? mimipavilion: No she hasn't. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, three days? Chirakis: ::nod:: I believe the best thing to do is to ask Dr Pavilion. Ethan Neufeld: :::patiently waits for her to get off, keeping his hands to himself::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: tries to sit himself up :: mimipavilion: ::helps sit up:: Take it easy Nijil. You've been through a lot. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Notices he sees differently, or like he used to before the switch :: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Commander... ::hands him her tablet:: give this person limited access to CnC. Tae'Lynn Dran: So as long as it doesn't turn into a flesh eating monster we should get some nice gourd like fruit. Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::sniffs, leans back, and grins at him::: Oh, it’s you... the lieutenant from the holo-cafe. How providential: I must be favored. Chirakis: Limited, meaning he must be escorted. Jylliene: ::listening in:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the tablet:: I'll make the arrangements. Chirakis: Fletcher> ::taking the place of Jylliene::: Nijil tr'Korjata: O loo mafai lava ona ou tautala Yith. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: starts to laugh :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Nijil:: Say what? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes his head :: I can speak Yith. I was hoping I would remember. Ethan Neufeld: :::sighs and untangles her hand from the nape of his neck, then nudges her back out of his space::: Ok, time to move on. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jy must be wondering how I am. Is she near? mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Ok then. Jylliene: ::chuckles from the corner:: mimipavilion: ::looks over to Jylliene: and smiles:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels, gliding her hand across the LCARS display :: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> Oof, that’s not very polite. I only desire to shower you with gratitude for saving my life. :::snaps a holo-scan — one of many that she’s already collected::: Jylliene: Right here. Nijil tr'Korjata: We worked on fixing the generator for months, but we had to take time off. She taught me some things. Chirakis: :::Scott::: I will be on the commerce deck. You have the com. Tarisa: Make sure you warn us if it begins to grow fangs. ::Smirks.:: Ethan Neufeld: :::frowns, reaching for the holo-camera::: Scott Coleridge: Aye, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked over to Jy and started to tear up :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I will. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Do we have any other projects on the horizon? Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::pulls back and wags a finger::: Ah-ah! :::lowers voice::: Should I regale you with the tale of the last blue-eyed boy who tried to take my camera? mimipavilion: ::wonders if the micro wormhole had some type of time difference:: Jylliene: So it was longer for you than for us? Chirakis: ::enters the command lift::: Commerce deck. Ethan Neufeld: :::follows her nod toward a security officer nearby::: Jylliene: ::takes his hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. I was gone 507 days. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: takes her hand :: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::whispers a bit too closely::: You should ask poor Aldruth Vrin who they’ll believe if I scream for help. :::laughs to herself as she prances down the stairs::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was taking a long time to get the materials. Chirakis: Fletcher> Pouring over everything that's been left behind since the commander is with her bond mate::: Ethan Neufeld: :::watches her narrowly until she disappears::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I have a new degree in temporal mechanics. Nijil tr'Korjata: I taught her how to play an instrument. Nijil tr'Korjata: Only three days? Jylliene: ::grins:: Ethan Neufeld: :::looks up Aldruth Vrin on his PADD and frowns at the headline “Convicted of Assault…” ::: mimipavilion: ::goes and grabs an empty PADD and returns to Nijil:: Nijil, I would like you write down everything you know or remember about the species you were with. Nijil tr'Korjata: My hair is short. Jylliene: Yes, much less time here. Sierra Robinson: :: makes a few notes for further study :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I can do that. I was writing it down as I was there. Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::stops suddenly with children in tow::: You. Chirakis: ::exits the lift on the mezzanine and looks over the railing::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I visited their capital. Scott Coleridge: ::moves to his station:: Computer, bring up the station access control profile for Lieutenant Ethan Neufeld. Nijil tr'Korjata: I gave them... well... Ethan Neufeld: ::recognizes her from the few times the admiral invited the teams to her house::: mimipavilion: Good. Here's another empty PADD if you need it. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: takes the padd :: Jylliene: Hopefully we can have some family time first? ::to Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to quickly sketch out a figure on the pads :: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::keeping her voice low, hissing::: How is it that you’re here? Free! A traitor. You should be in my mother’s cell. My mother was a hero! What she did, she did for the Federation. She invested in your career...in you! And you betrayed her. You betrayed Starfleet! Alexis McFarland: ::sprawls out on her bed:: Chirakis: ::leaning against the banister, she spots Ethan and the admiral's daughter::: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::still hissing lowly::: And now my children are afraid. Every day since the trial started, we’ve been bullied. Received death threats. And it’s only gotten worse since :::can’t say it::: We’ve had to leave our home, change our name... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: very fast :: This is unexpected, but this is Muuhi. :: A tall figure appears sketched out on the padd. mimipavilion: ::nods to Jylliene:: I don't see why Annisha can't visit for a bit. If you feel like she is able to. In the meantime I'll be in my office. mimipavilion: ::looks at the PADD:: Interesting. Scott Coleridge: ::amends Ethan's ACL to include escort-level permissions to the CnC, copies security on the change so they're aware of the need to provide an escort, sends a form message to Ethan's inbox so he's aware of the access change:: Jylliene: How long do you think it'll be before release? Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> You’ve ruined our lives. And for what?? :::ire rising, harshening her voice::: Why don’t you say anything? Why won't’ you admit what you did, you...black-hearted... :::raises hand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shows the PADD to Jylliene :: There she is. Chirakis: :::slow, even steps down the stairs and she alerts security, watch only::: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Whoops. :::slips in, taking her slap more of her forearm than her hand across the face and then belatedly...::: Ow. Scott Coleridge: ::can't help but notice that large swathes of Neufeld's service record are classified above his authorization level, which is unusual to say the least:: Scott Coleridge: Chirakis certainly keeps interesting company. Ethan Neufeld: Farragut's Daughter> :::shocked::: Who...?! Nijil tr'Korjata: How could I have... wait, I bet she did something to me in my sleep. Nijil tr'Korjata: I should try to walk around. mimipavilion: I'd like to keep him here for at least a day or two. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::rubbing face ruefully::: You know, I can’t help feeling like we missed an important step somewhere in this relationship. But I’m willing to play. mimipavilion: Nijil you are to stay here in medical. Jylliene: Oh. Then I might as well get back up to the CnC. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh... mimipavilion: You can walk around here. Chirakis: :::moves through the morning crowd toward the admiral's daughter::: Scott Coleridge: ::also notices that all his paperwork has miraculously disappeared while he was gone:: Wow. Nijil tr'Korjata: Someone mentioned I have a new engineer? She met me but I did not meet her. Jylliene: I'll tell Annisha she can come visit. Sierra Robinson: :: ponders the schematic displayed in front of her :: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> You'll get yours... :::apoplectic ushers her children off toward the docks, fearing too much attention::: mimipavilion: I'll see into having her stop by for a brief visit. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders if he violated some Starfleet rule with his travel to the Yith time frame :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> And now you’re just going to walk away like nothing happened. :::cheekily, hands cupped to his face::: But I don’t even know your name, how will I ever find you? Jylliene: ::squeezes Nijil's hand, then leaves:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks forlorn :: mimipavilion: Nijil what did you say this species was called. Jylliene: +Annisha+ Annisha, awake yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yith. Jylliene: ::making her way toward the CnC:: Annisha: +Jy+ I'm eatin my breakfast. mimipavilion: Yith ok then. Do you mind if I take the picture for reference? Chirakis: ::casual walk toward Ethan::: Jylliene: +Annisha+ Doctor Pavilion said that you can visit your father briefly, when you're ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. I can draw more. I guess I'm a sketch artist now. Ethan Neufeld: :::headshakes at Gage's sense of humor::: Chirakis: :::noting that the daughter of Farragut fits the profile of the family:: Annisha: :: flips the cereal bowl, now mostly empty, to the floor :: +Jy+ If it means I can be late to school, sure thing.... :: goes out the door :: Jylliene: ::arrives at CnC:: Chirakis: Fletcher> :::hard at work::: mimipavilion: If you want you can. Just don't leave medical if you get up and walk around ok. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Can you believe that? Just hauled off and slapped me... Think she’ll be open to a second date? Jylliene: +Annisha+ I think you could for this. Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor, can au stand by my bed for a moment, I want to try something. Sierra Robinson: :: glides her hand across the LCARS screen, zooming in one of Aegis’s primary cores :: Annisha: :: Already in the lift :: the medical place mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD down and nods:: Ok Chirakis: :::approaches Ethan:: Good morning, Lieutenant. ::noting Gage::: Chirakis: :::Ethan:: I trust you rested well.l Jylliene: ::approaches Ops, to Fletcher:: Good morning. The doctor's holding on to Nijil for now, so... I suppose I might as well be here. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to sketch again, this time the doctor. Within a few moments her distinct portrait appeared on the PADD, sketched in the same manner as the first :: Ethan Neufeld: :::laconic::: Hmm. Morning, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: smiles :: There au are. Guess it's not just memories. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::seeing Ethan turn inward::: Well, I slept well if it matters. Annisha: :: walks into medical :: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: How's Nijil? mimipavilion: ::a little surprised:: Well then. Annisha: :: looks around the beds, first checking in the room she swore had his name above the door :: Annisha: Father! :: starts to run towards him LL Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves as she approaches :: Jylliene: Awake and fine for now, though he's being kept in medical for another day or so. Chirakis: Morning, Lieutenant. ::slight grin::: ::turns to Gage, extending her hand::: I am Captain Chirakis. And you are? mimipavilion: ::a bit deaf from Annisha's yell/scream:: Sierra Robinson: :: increases further magnification on the the segment of the power core that regulates the distribution to the grid itself :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::jumps and bolts from her office::: Jylliene: ::quieter:: Giving the doctor all he can remember about the race Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeps:: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::shakes her hand::: Trouble. With a T. mimipavilion: Morning to you too Annisha. Annisha: :: Finally at his bed :: There au are. :: She held his hand, but only for a moment before her excitement got the best of her :: Sierra Robinson: Neat. :: smiles :: Chirakis: ::slight chuckle::: I see. And that is your name, I presume. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sorry if I was not myself over the past few days. Chirakis: In any event, welcome to Aegis. I don't believe I have seen you here before. Annisha: Oh I know. Prani told me. Nijil tr'Korjata: She what? When did au know? Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Good. I hope his ordeal wasn't too bad. I'll look in on him later. mimipavilion: Good question. Amanda Davis PhD: :::approaching Mimi, she sighs::: Thank goodness. I thought something dire was happening. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Well, not the one I was born with, I don't think. Sometimes they call me Gage Silver. Usually when I owe money. :::grins::: Oh, yeah, first time. It's... really big. :::gestures widely::: mimipavilion: ::hears Amanda:: Someone was a little excited. Chirakis: Yes. Yes, it is. Annisha: Well, I knew something was up when au braided my hair... but she was really nervous. She's like au, an engineer, not a spy. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> And you're the big kahuna of this 'shroom? Chirakis: If you wish, we can arrange a tour. Chirakis: Big kahuna, as in the commanding officer? Sierra Robinson: :: jots a few notes for future study :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Why did au not tell anyone? Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Uh, yeah, big boss. Annisha: Oh I liked her and au would have too. mimipavilion: ::listens to Annisha:: Annisha: She did not want me to tell anyone and I said I could keep a secret. Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh huh. Chirakis: Interesting. ::congenial smile:: I never considered myself "the boss". Chirakis: ::looks to Ethan::: Anything I can help you with, Lieutenant? Annisha: :: points a finger :: I showed her my Yith instrument and my collection of the transmissions. She found some of her favorite music. Ethan Neufeld: :::just observing, headshakes::: No, sir. mimipavilion: ::eyerolls:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au will be happy to know she taught me how to braid. Annisha: Really? That's great, if not a bit odd. Chirakis: :::nods:: Very well. Carry on and enjoy your day, Lieutenant. ::nods::: Mr. Silver. Nijil tr'Korjata: I was there a long time and missed your mother and au every day. Ethan Neufeld: Yes, sir. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Ma'am. :::claps hands together::: So, uh, how much does this tour cost? Annisha: Oh, au were a girl then? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, a bit like the species here, but different. Chirakis: The tour? Nothing. The station belongs to the Joint Allied Powers. Nijil tr'Korjata: They walk on their toes, like a cat. Annisha: Like Miana! Sierra Robinson: :: returns her console to normal magnification , and resumes her over watch of the station’s power grid:: Nijil tr'Korjata: A bit ie. They are taller, more flexible. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::waves::: Of course, sure. I knew that. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I'm just not flexible. Nijil tr'Korjata: I told her friend Muuhi all about au and your mother. Chirakis: Would you like a tour? Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Uh. :::glances at Ethan::: Raincheck? Annisha: She cooked too, really well. That should have been giveaway to anyone that had dinner at our place. Chirakis: Of course. Annisha: She told me about someone new at your work... Robie... Sears? Something. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ensign Robinson I was told. I've not met her. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::salutes with two fingers::: Thank you, ma'am. Amanda Davis PhD: :::standing by, having moved into psychology mode, listening to Nijil::: mimipavilion: Annisha I believe you should head to school now. Annisha: Au look sad father. Are au going to be okay? Chirakis: Most welcome. :::slight bow/nod::: If you will excuse me. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. The doctor, on their side, told me recovery would take a bit of time. Sierra Robinson: :: could use some coffee :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Sure, sure... :::nods, murmuring as he watches her walk away::: Go and do big boss things... Scott Coleridge: ((I keep having to refresh, sorry if I've missed anyone talking to me)) Nijil tr'Korjata: She said to take advantage of the situation as best I could, even if it meant not being able to return. Here associate...friend Prani would do no io in our time any harm. Nijil tr'Korjata: ((Scott, we have been waiting for you to blow out the candles for 50 minutes...)) Chirakis: :::moves on, notifying under cover security to keep an eye on Farragut's daughter::: Ethan Neufeld: ((It set off the fire suppression system.)) Nijil tr'Korjata: And for a while I was not sure I could return. Ethan Neufeld: :::sighs as though a weight has disappeared::: Nijil tr'Korjata: We taught each other skills and exchanged information, both if I could return, and if I could not. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::hushed::: What the :::curses::: was that? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil teared up again :: Chirakis: :::then continues wandering, stopping to talk occasionally, crouching to talk to the children::: Annisha: :: she gripped her father's hand :: Father... Scott Coleridge: ::making a list of some things he must attend to:: Ethan Neufeld: :::evades the question::: When did you get in? Nijil tr'Korjata: I saw ch'Rihan through their astronomical instruments, in the distant past even from that perspective, but it was... emotional to see it alive. Sierra Robinson: :: taps standard diagnostic program Garnoopy one into the console and executes it ..wondering who named this program in the station diagnostic tool box :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Dunno. :::scratches head::: Maybe 30 minutes ago. mimipavilion: You saw ch'Rihan. Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought I missed your sibling's birth too. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Ie, was it was even before my people ventured there. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have a large multi-telescope array. I did not travel there. mimipavilion: ::jots down the note beneath the picture:: Could you tell how far away it was from the planet you were on. mimipavilion: ::jots that down too:: Sierra Robinson: :: the grid remains green as the diagnostic is completed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: 2390.5 light years Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 10:00 am. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |29 May 2020 11 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.162 TBS is the next day. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Personnel on Aegis are relaxing, especially those who were involved with the micro-wormhole. Its manufacture by engineering and science, assisted by the Yith, is classified. Anything related to it is locked and heavily guarded in the security complex. After walking on his toes, speaking an ancient alien language, and dealing with a completely different species such as the Yith, Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing.
  15. The Pain of Life O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2 The lieutenant’s glare spoke of anger, though he struggled to hold it back. His cynical, pessimistic, and weary expression said I don’t want to be here, but she knew that. She pressed through his candor to gauge his limits, to see how far he would go beyond addressing her as Chirakis rather than Captain. He grappled to hide his emotions, but it wasn’t working. At least not yet. Lieutenant Neufeld, exemplary Starfleet officer, team leader, and 15 year veteran of innumerable covert and clandestine operations, had been tossed aside, as though one would toss rotting gagh into a fermenting garbage bin instead of a recycler. She had worked beside him several times, especially during the V’Mal attack with the Stone of Gol. And now, after being a Tier I Starfleet operative, he was close to psychological collapse. Well into nightfall, Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 operative well versed in Special Operations, sat in her office paging through information regarding Admiral Vera Farragut. Her unit had come so close to destruction that the Alien Alliance could have used them for fodder or handed them over to Ragor Tal. Instead, Admiral Farragut had been court martialed. Had she been put into the hands of Kirel, Admiral Farragut would have vanished. Mysteriously. Without a trace. Third watch had begun. As usual, Kirel left her office door open. Yeoman Drexler entered soundlessly, set a tray on the captain’s coffee table and asked if she needed anything else. “Thank you, Yeoman. That will be all,” Kirel replied with a forced congenial nod, then continued to page through the information. According to the records, Starfleet Command disbanded Lieutenant Neufeld’s team because Farragut had weaved her web so expertly that whatever she did was beyond remission. Though Neufeld was not to blame, as the team leader he bore the brunt of the situation and was now paying the price. That Kirel’s ire approached the boiling point was an understatement. Lighting in the office dimmed abruptly, the office door closed and locked, and silence prevailed. Forcing a deep breath to contain her emotions, Kirel swiveled her chair to face the main screen as the image of Admiral Solokov, Commanding Officer of Rendezvous October, appeared. The captain stood respectfully in greeting, then leaned against her desk, arms crossed. “Good evening, Kirel,” the admiral sighed, running his hands through thin, graying hair before clasping them to lean forward on his desk, half asleep and half awake. “If it is evening. I’ve lost track of time, unfortunately, but such is the situation these days.” His eyes narrowed now noticing Kirel’s clenched jaw. “From your expression, I would say that what we need to discuss is important.” “The Farragut Affair, Admiral.” she replied flatly. "Hmm…" Another sigh and he leaned back. “She’s been in the foreground lately, but not exactly the foreground anyone would want.” A glass of water appeared on his desk. He nodded off stage and downed the glass before setting it aside. “Admiral Farragut has apparently dug such a deep hole for herself and her constituents that they will never again see the light of day. But what does that have to do with Aegis?” “Lieutenant Ethan Neufeld.” Solokov frowned, his lips pursed somewhat thoughtfully as he stroked the stubble on his chin. “One of their best operatives, if not the best. I take it that he is aboard Aegis with his team, which is a bonus for us.” “Unfortunately no, Admiral. He is here. On Aegis. Alone. His team has been disbanded, possibly scattered throughout the system.” Solokov was now wide awake. “Disbanded?” he whispered intensely, his eyelids narrowing as his face flushed to the point that Kirel reflexively leaned back. “How... in Thor’s Gates... did that happen?” “In short,” Kirel continued, struggling to maintain her demeanor, “Admiral Farragut created so much damage that Starfleet Command could not disentangle the spider’s web." "The black widow," he scoffed into a snort worthy of a targ. "She's been called that behind her back for many, many years, Kirel, and now the truth has come out." A few moments of deep thought as he drummed his fingers on the desk still did not cover his anger. "What do you want from me, Kirel? October?" “That… would not be wise, Admiral,” Kirel offered as she rounded her desk to settle in, contemplating the outcome of going too far too fast. “At least not yet. He is definitely capable, but it will take time for him to overcome what he has experienced. Eventually, if we can locate his team and they are willing, October is a possibility, but not until they are ready.” “Then what exactly can we help you with, Kirel?” At that point, Captain Raza, commanding officer of SI-6, appeared onscreen. “Find his team if possible Admiral. Assure their safety. Nothing beyond that.”
  16. = /\ = Manticore Brief Stardate 52005.25 "New Las Vegas" = /\ = TBS is 1 hour. It is a Dark and Stormy Night Repairs on the USS Manticore continue. Captain McFly is slowly but constantly improving. Cdr Kenickie has been arrested on 5 counts of murder. Commander Farrington is now OIC on Manticore. Thinking Manticore is a tugboat, other ships in orbit try to bump her off. Note: Pakleds don't know how to do that 'cause they're... Pakleds. Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Erich Jaenke: :: In their suite :: Annika Sorenson: ::in their hotel room, lying on Callista's bed looking at a PADD:: Kansas Kenickie: ::in her cell with shackles On::: perfect Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::bridge, watching out for Packleds::: Erich Jaenke: :: Reading and more reading :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the Storm outside from the window :: Gila Orrak: :: Looking into a mirror :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::checking the captain's vital signs, and he is progressing::: Annika Sorenson: I always liked the sound of rain against a window. It's so relaxing... Annika Sorenson: I'm also glad we made it inside before it started to pour. It really did come out of nowhere, didn't it? Kansas Kenickie: :::Pulls the pull off her boot, then a pip:: matures Callista Tyrel: Just like a monsoon storm in Arizona.. Gila Orrak: Their weather modification forecast said it would last into the night. Kansas Kenickie: ::slips the tab through the pip hole and squeezes it together:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::checking with the corpsman because she has been watching the captain closely::: Annika Sorenson: ::nods:: You wanna book an appointment for a masseuse. tomorrow? They have a list of the staff on hand you can book with. Callista Tyrel: :: sits down on a chair, one of two in that typical hotel room coffee table setup :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::looks up:: Lieutenant Leander, watch the ship at your starboard. Callista Tyrel: That sounds great Annika. Kansas Kenickie: ::She slowly slides the tab to the keyhole and spins the pip around until it interrupts the magnetic field- and the first cuff comes off:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> Aye, ma'am. It's been moving in slowly, but getting pretty dam... er.. .darn close. Gila Orrak: So, what do Starfleet girls do for fun? Drinking it seems... Annika Sorenson: ::giggles:: Drinking is one thing, yes... so is going for massages, and shopping if it's available. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::to the Corpsman:: Megan, talk to him as much as you can. Pretend that he's awake. Annika Sorenson: Oh, and maybe a nice mani-pedi afterwards. Erich Jaenke: :: Gets up and goes to the counter of the police station :: Am I able to see my client? Callista Tyrel: Well it is a learning experience Gila. This is my first long leave since I Joined the ship Amanda Davis PhD: @ Megan> ::smiles:: I understand that often stimulates the brain. Annika Sorenson: Same for me too. Gila Orrak: :: Shakes her head, still looking at herself :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ Yes, it does. And it might even wake him up. Annika Sorenson: My first long shore leave since graduating the Academy. Kansas Kenickie: ::Gets to work on the next one:: Gila Orrak: I'm not even Starfleet. Callista Tyrel: :: puts her feet up on the coffee table :: Callista Tyrel: Still, I cannot get Kansas out of my mind.. Annika Sorenson: ::Sits next to Cal and does likewise, still looking at her PADD:: It's a very nice looking spa. ::sighs:: I know. I wish there was more we could do. Erich Jaenke: :: Goes to see his client :: Callista Tyrel: Gila what would you like to do? Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::fairly calmly:: Leander, ten degrees to port, four degrees up angle.... NOW! Erich Jaenke: :: Arrives at the Commander's cell :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> Aye, ma'am. Ten degrees to port... four up... Kansas Kenickie: Adm Roy> :::Very excited to have caught his killer:: Annika Sorenson: ::watches the storm from out of the large window, overlooking the mountains:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::sigh of relief::: I think most of those ships are drunk most of the time. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> Agreed, ma'am. I'll keep an eye out. Kansas Kenickie: Hello Erich ::looking pleased with herself as she drops the cuffs on the floor of her cell:: Erich Jaenke: It looks like I'm the closest thing to a legal representative you have on the ship. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Press the green, blue, and red button simultaneously. The ship will move by itself. Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::stands and points them out::: All together, Lieutenant. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> :::takes a deep breath and presses::: Callista Tyrel: :: rubs her forehead:: question is it wrong to have fun when your commander is in jail for murder? Kansas Kenickie: ACTION> All the papers are splashed with KK pic, with terrible stories about people she is accused of killing~~ Kansas Kenickie: have you done this before? Erich Jaenke: You have made the media outlets here. Kansas Kenickie: ::sour face:: just lovely Erich Jaenke: Represented someone in a criminal case accused of multiple murders? Oh sure, you know those wacky engineers. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::Making her rounds:::: Kansas Kenickie: ::walks up to the FF:: since we are alone here... you are going to have a slight problem at court Annika Sorenson: We are on vacation, and as much as I would like to help, I don't really know what to do to assist. She already has Erich helping and the Manticore is now aware of the situation. Erich Jaenke: I have no real experience, and for the first time you have to rely on me. Erich Jaenke: Oh do tell Kansas...' Annika Sorenson: But of course, if there is anything we can do... that'd be great Kansas Kenickie: I did it Callista Tyrel: This has been giving me a headache.. not the Kanar :: Kansas Kenickie: all of them, and a lot more that are not filed Erich Jaenke: It, meaning all of them? Callista Tyrel: :: sighs :: Gila Orrak: He has a fascinating mind, the chief. Annika Sorenson: I know... Kansas Kenickie: I killed those people, but I was on an Op to do it. Annika Sorenson: ::slinks lower in the couch:: Callista Tyrel: How so Gila? Kansas Kenickie: I was sent to..... ::tries to think of a nice term:: get rid of those people Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::having sat for so long, she gets up to stretch and get some coffee::: Erich Jaenke: Let me guess, an op just a hair below Section 31? Tell me you work for them, it would answer so many questions.' Callista Tyrel: Annika sorry :: puts her hand on her shoulder briefly:: I don’t mean to be a downer.. Kansas Kenickie: this is above 31 Gila Orrak: His mental abilities are off the scale, at least in my experience. Erich Jaenke: So I need to call in a favor? Cause I'm all outta favors. Kansas Kenickie: the downgrade to 31 was a kick in the teeth ::Sighs:: but I volunteered for A9 duty. Annika Sorenson: ::Pats Cal's hand:: It's okay, it's only natural to feel this way. Being so helpless.. Callista Tyrel: I thought Betazeds were empaths only.. Annika Sorenson: They're telepathic as well. Annika Sorenson: I was friends with a couple of Betazeds in the Academy. Gila Orrak: Oh he is. At the bar, while I was daydreaming he made me take a sip of his drink. I winced and it broke his connection. He laughed. Kansas Kenickie: You are going to have to do it... I can’t get in touch with my people from in here. Gila Orrak: I think that Aquatic did something to him Annika Sorenson: It's possible. ::drinks a glass of water:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::stops, then steps back to another corpsman:: James, check his vitals, and make sure that they're not dropping. Erich Jaenke: Who am I gonna call? Kenickiebusters? Callista Tyrel: I got the impression that I was becoming bad for his health at times. Amanda Davis PhD: @ James> Yes, ma'am. Kansas Kenickie: lie? Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles:: I don't think so. Gila Orrak: Only if he lets it go too long, but on the chance he can't get any medication he will have to learn to control it, Erich Jaenke: Lie to the court? Kansas Kenickie: how many counts are they charging me with? Annika Sorenson: Huh. Erich Jaenke: Seven. Callista Tyrel: Every time I expressed concerns for his health, he suggested my anxiety was out of control. Kansas Kenickie: ::Small smiles:: wow, they suck at investigating. Annika Sorenson: Interesting. Gila Orrak: He can read a lot. I had to hide my darkest secrets...I mean if I had any I'd have to hide them pretty deep. Callista Tyrel: But, maybe the aquatic made him say that. Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::walks around the bridge casually, remembering all the times she was here, where she was posted, where she sat, where Atragon sat::: Erich Jaenke: I know that look... I'm also not medicated. Kansas Kenickie: ADm Roy> ::walks around all proud of himself:: Gila Orrak: I have to admit I have lessened his medication dose to see the effect.. plot it on a chart kind of thing. Annika Sorenson: I didn't know she was capable of doing that. I could only check on her physically. Kansas Kenickie: oh::steps back:: you don’t want to see what is going on in here. Callista Tyrel: She probably did not mean it. Erich Jaenke: Kansas, do you think this is a run of the mill set of charges, or is someone high up wanted to have you take the fall? Callista Tyrel: He’d be a great spy Gila? Gila Orrak: Well, not a Cardassian spy, unless he was infiltrating the Federation. Kansas Kenickie: my orders come from the top, if they wanted me gone they would just kill me. Gila Orrak: I could ask some of my people if they need someone like him. Gila Orrak: Probably only pay him in Kanar though.. Kansas Kenickie: well, atomize me. Erich Jaenke: That sounds messy, and this sounds more legit, from their perspective. Annika Sorenson: ::relaxes, crosses one foot over the other:: Hmm.. Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::stops to check the command chair's console::: Callista Tyrel: I wonder who tipped the locals off to the commander:: Kansas Kenickie: they are going to have this trial and I am not going to be able to answer anything ... they have no clearance. Erich Jaenke: If you have someone I can contact I should be able to get a message to them while disguising the source. Callista Tyrel: :: notes a loud boom of thunder :: Kansas Kenickie: this won't end well. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::finishing her rounds::: Annika Sorenson: ::Looks up and sees a flash of lightning:: I'm glad we decided to call it a night at the bar. Callista Tyrel: :: stands and walks over to the window to observe the storm :: Kansas Kenickie: I need you to go in my quarters and under the right side of the bed is a box... take ONLY the black data crystal and plug it into something on the planet's systems. Amanda Davis PhD: @ James> ::approaching Amanda:: Vitals are stable, Doctor. Callista Tyrel: Wonder what that Fire Man is doing ... Annika Sorenson: ::walks up to the window to look at the storm as well:: Still not used to seeing storms like these. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::relaxing::: Thank you James. Take a break. Kansas Kenickie: once it uploads it will shatter, so don’t stand to close. Amanda Davis PhD: @ James> ::nods::: Annika Sorenson: ::smirks:: Maybe taking a long hot shower after the end of his shift? Erich Jaenke: Ah, getting into your quarters is easy as I've done it before and I'll have to get a terminal I can get away from . Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::just standing there.. looking out the forward viewscreen::: Kansas Kenickie: I hope they come... they gave me their word. Callista Tyrel: Maybe he had to work in the storm... Annika Sorenson: Maybe... could be rescuing a damsel in distress right now for all we know. Kansas Kenickie: ::Shooos Erich:: go now..... hurry Callista Tyrel: Lucky her.. Annika Sorenson: ::Nods:: I wouldn't mind being in her shoes. Callista Tyrel: Hehe.. Erich Jaenke: :: Leaves the cell and heads to the lobby :: I have to get some materials from my ship. Gila Orrak: :: Still thinking of Erich :: Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles, watches the rain falls off the windows:: Callista Tyrel: Well until we are recalled might as well have another activity day..Gila did you need to pick up something at the store? Gila Orrak: Nothing much for a woman of my taste here. Annika Sorenson: I'm sure there must be something you'd like. Erich Jaenke: +Manticore+ This is Jaenke. One to beam up. Annika Sorenson: We can go after our massage session. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Jiggs> +Jaenke+ Beaming now. Erich Jaenke: @ :: Appears on the transporter padd :: Erich Jaenke: @ What a difference in temperature. Callista Tyrel: C’mon Gila.. your mister right may indeed be down here. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Jiggs> Yes, sir. A little chilly down there I hear. Callista Tyrel: Can we book a reservation at this hour? Takes a seat next to Annika to view the PADD. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, we can. You can book upto 2 hours in advance. Gila Orrak: Alright. Cmdr JFarrington: ACTION> It's New Las Vegas. Nothing stops in Vegas. Erich Jaenke: :: Walks to Kansas's quarters :: Callista Tyrel: :: looks :: any time is fine for me. Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::settles back into the well-worn command chair::: Erich Jaenke: @ Computer, open the doors to the quarters of Commander Kenickie. Annika Sorenson: Any preference on the masseuse. You can choose from the list of staff. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Computer> Compliance. Callista Tyrel: Pictures? Cmdr JFarrington: @ Computer> Voice authentication confirmed. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, they have pics. Just click on "STAFF". Cmdr JFarrington: @ Computer> ::the door opens:: Erich Jaenke: @ :: Goes right to her bed to get the dark crystal :: Gila Orrak: I will take someone that is rough. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::sits down for tea:: Annika Sorenson: I went with a young Nuvian girl. I prefer a softer touch. Callista Tyrel: Oh Ricky looks nice .. Annika Sorenson: I think I might have said that already, but yeah. Annika Sorenson: Ooh, yeah he does. Nice muscles. Callista Tyrel: :: selects Ricky upon reading credentials:: Callista Tyrel: Gila? Gila Orrak: Anyone is fine. Callista Tyrel: :: mentions to Annika:: same time. Gila Orrak: Riky? A human? Annika Sorenson: Nice. ::smiles:: Annika Sorenson: They have other species as well... Erich Jaenke: @ :: Finds the box, but finds some unexpected things inside :: Callista Tyrel: Yes. :: smiles :: Callista Tyrel: Cardassian? Gila Orrak: I've never really thought about it, whoever has the hands. Cmdr JFarrington: (prepare to pause) Annika Sorenson: Hmm... Callista Tyrel: Uhm Annika, let Gila have the PADD.. Erich Jaenke: @ :: Out of curiosity he checked out many things from that box, some he did not know the purpose :: Annika Sorenson: ::slides the PADD over to Gila:: Gila Orrak: Is all they do are massages? Callista Tyrel: Take a peek! :: awaits :: Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you Cmdr JFarrington: Well done, all.. Cmdr JFarrington: We'll make it another hour so Erich can finish pulling stuff out of KK's box. Cmdr JFarrington: Sound good? Cmdr JFarrington: Questions or comments from the crew? Cmdr JFarrington: seeing none... Cmdr JFarrington: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  17. MISSION BRIEFING: Having returned to starbase 46, Excalibur is undergoing repairs to its computer core. Initial leave for commissioned officers has been put on hold as command staff has ordered them to complete mandatory re-training on either first contact procedures (medical, science, security) or protocols for working with alien technology (operations and engineering.) However, Swain and Stanton were called to an early morning meeting aboard the station and rumors are circulating we will once again be shipped off to who knows where. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in Engineering, clearly dragging and sipping what appears to be a rare cup of coffee:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Very glad to be done with the stupid training that made him feel like an even bigger idiot.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene had finished her first contact classes the day they were assigned and was off-duty on the station. Well, she *was* off-duty on the station... at some point... she just woke up in a station holding cell, her head pounding. :: "Wha..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Had once again been conned into an early morning shift as OOD and was sitting in the big chair, fiddling with a PADD containing the results of his department's training.:: William Chocox: How are you doing Reynolds? Cptn Swain: @::Making his way back to the ship with Stanton in tow, frowning:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well... that could have gone worse. ::Trying to look on the bright side.:: Cptn Swain: @::Asher came to a stop near a porthole where the blue-gas giant Starbase 46 circled filled the window, turning to Stanton:: True I only made a small jack ass out of myself. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Sighs.:: Fine, sir. Glad it's over. Irene Mincine: :: Rex gets a message from station security. :: Station> "Commander McBride to Excalibur. We've got a wayward ensign down here in the holding cells. You might want to pick her up." William Chocox: Same. I'm exhausted. Two of those classes back to back? Way too long. Cptn Swain: Rex> +McBride+ Lovely. I'll send someone to pick them up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::After being a general pain in the department over the last day, they'd managed to isolate the encrypted parts of the alien file within the ship's computer and were nearly done extracting it.:: Irene Mincine: McBride> +Rex+ "Thanks. McBride out." Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene sits up. She finally realizes where she is, and decides to lay back down. :: "Oh, not again..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowning he just hoped it wasn't any of his people. He tabbed over on his PADD to see who hadn't checked back in.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well, I gathered that the Admiral basically expected that. ::Slight smile.:: He didn't seem too put out. William Chocox: (m)I'll be happier once the station monkeys are out of my hair. Cptn Swain: @ We go back a long ways. The Academy actually. Irene Mincine: :: Val, meanwhile, arrived in sickbay. :: "Dr. Dubois available? I've got a prescription for her." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Nods in agreement.:: I mean, they've been helpful, but... there's too many of them. Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: I broke three of his ribs once in a Parisses game. The Tolak Move -- and yes I know it's illegal. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Chuckles.:: No wonder he wants a rematch. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up :: She should be close by Cptn Swain: @ I almost want to give it to him, too. But I think Arden would murder me if he found out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene had checked in as finishing her first contact training, then as off-duty, then as departing for the station around midnight. She never checked back in. :: William Chocox: There's always too many of them. Cptn Swain: @ The last time I played I fractured my clavicle in four places. Arden made me swear I'd give up the mallet. ::Sighing:: Anyway I am sure the crew will appreciate a day or so in the rec facility before we head off to Toren III. Cptn Swain: @ Will also give Rhan time to find us some new silverware for a reception, eh? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking through the manifest, it came to absolutely no surprise to see Ensign Micine on the list.:: Girl has a deathwish ::he muttered:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly exasperated look.:: Yes, among other things. Miranda warned me how how much trouble your crew typically got into, but I thought she was exaggerating. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Taps a missive to one of his security goons to go collect Mincine and notes it in the OOD log:: Cptn Swain: @ ::Chuckles:: This was pretty tame to be fair. No one got mutated, we stayed in the same time period, and we didn't need major refitting or cause an intergalactic incident. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Approached Chocox.:: Well, I think we're just about done if you want to have a look. ::He gestured to the main viewscreen that had been borrowed for their purposes.:: The alien data packets are in red. We've washed all of the subroutines and extracted everything we could find. Cptn Swain: Yellan> ::Gets the message, looks at it:: Again? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I suppose I should be counting my blessings. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene tried to remember what she did to end up here. The previous night was a blank, wasn't it? And her head... :: William Chocox: ::walks up and looks over:: Looks good from here. Thank you for your help. Cptn Swain: Yellan> ::to his fellow goldshirt:: Man, it must be nice to be in science. If any of us found our way in to trouble so often, we'd be shot out an airlock. Cptn Swain: @ Thought we'd ease you into the position. Irene Mincine: Val> "Thanks. Maybe I can give it to you instead?" :: She hands a padd over to Indaura. :: "I just need this prescription logged in the system." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Frowns.:: That's not everything, you know. There could be some hidden subroutines in your computer somewhere. To find them all, we'd need to keep you here for a few weeks to scour all systems several times over. Indaura Ryssan: That I can do...Val is it? :: Processes the prescription :: Cptn Swain: Gheri> Right? Well you going to go pick her up from the station's drunk tank? Indaura Ryssan: So how are you feeling Val? William Chocox: Alright, you can go to the Admiral in charge of this station then. William Chocox: ::sips his coffee:: Cptn Swain: Yallen> I guess so. But next one is yours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> Go to the admiral for what? ::Stares at Will.:: Cptn Swain: Gheri> ::Opening a PADD and leaning back in his chair:: Sure sure. Irene Mincine: Val> "Valerie Carillon, yeah. I'm all right... Just need a neural stabilizer to make my prosthetics work right again." :: She waved her fake arm and hand. :: William Chocox: To keep us here for weeks on end to do the complete scouring you want to do. Cptn Swain: Yallen> ::Grumbles and heads through airlock, grabbing an @:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks wide-eyed :: That is a little...off. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears a beep beep :: Oh, it's done. Let me get that for you. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Nods. :: "The station cybernetics expert says that'll get me going again, yeah." Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets the medicine :: Indaura Ryssan: How long have you had prosthetics? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> I don't have the time for that! I was just saying, to get it all, that's what we'd have to do. ::Scowls.:: We've got our own business to be about and can't be spending weeks on one ship. So you're on your own. I suggest you start looking for any leftover packets yourself in your own down time. And that's going to be my official recommendation to your Captain. Irene Mincine: @ :: Commander McBride turns up the lights in the holding cell. :: McBride> "Hey, someone's on the way to pick you up. Wake up." :: Irene grumbles. :: Cptn Swain: @::Runnning a hand through his hair, he turned back to face Stanton:: I'll let you give the good news about leave, and to tell Rhan he gets to go shopping. Schedule a staff meeting for Thursday afternoon. We should be done with the repairs and restocking by then. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Sighs. :: "Ten years. Dominion War." :: William Chocox: Pleasure working with you too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well, I'm sure I'll look back on this time in appreciation one day. ::Smirks. He nodded at their new orders.:: At least we'll be able to give the crew the full scope of this mission. I don't like leaving them in the dark. Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: I was in school then. Heard about it every day. Denobula was spared thankfully. Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Makes his way to the station's security holding pen, where he reluctantly signed for the wayward Ensign's release:: Indaura Ryssan: :: hands Val the medicine :: Do you know how to administer this? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Gives Will a parting scowl before turning to issue his crew orders. They began to disconnect their equipment and pack up their things.:: Cptn Swain: @ Agreed. As I am sure Miranda told you, we used to have to do that way more often than I liked. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, and I gathered that she wasn't fond of it, either. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene stood up and left the cell. McBride hmphed. :: McBride> "We had a Klingon patrol ship here last night. She told the Klingons it was her Day of Ascension. From my understanding there's painful rituals and then lots of drinking. They skipped straight to the drinking. A few Cardassian traders took offense to the noise, and then it was like the Dominion War never ended. The Cardassians agreed not to press charges and the Klingons returned to their ship, but someone's going to have to pay the 20 bars of latinum damages to the bar." Cptn Swain: @ Though I get the idea that the Federation's preferred outcome is the only one they'll view as a success. ::Frowns:: But that's my problem, not yours. Indaura Ryssan: :: Cybernetics was something she'd not encountered a great deal in her studies :: Cptn Swain: @Yellan> ::Blinks:: Cptn Swain: @Yallen> Well that's certainly above my pay grade. Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah. I've done it before. In school, huh? Lucky you." :: She took the hypospray and administered it to herself. :: "Much better..." Cptn Swain: @ Anyway, I just wanted to also let you know I think things are working out well with you and the crew and I am pleased with your performance so far. Irene Mincine: @ McBride> :: Laughs. :: "I figured as much .I don't have a reason to hold her here, so you can take her." :: Irene was still grumbling. :: Cptn Swain: @Yallen> I'll be sure to let people with more pips know. ::Glances to Irene:: Come along Ensign. Indaura Ryssan: If you feel the need to talk about your experiences, my door is always open. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slight eyebrow quirk.:: I'm... glad to hear that. I know it isn't easy breaking in a new XO, but... I was glad of the assignment. I don't think the crew knows what to make of me quite yet. I'm not the tyrant they expected, I think. ::Smiles.:: Irene Mincine: @ McBride> "Thanks." :: Irene follows along with Yallen. :: Irene> "We going home? Yeah. Let's go home." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Watching the station crew pack up and leave, he relaxed somewhat.:: Well... that's one relief, I guess. Cptn Swain: @ Rex came to see me yesterday afternoon. Irene Mincine: Val> "I think I've talked about it enough already. But thanks for the offer." William Chocox: The only one I have right now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He couldn't help but laugh.:: I think I know why. He mentioned a bit of personal history... Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Shakes his head:: Have you always been this much trouble, or were you recently cursed by some sort of alien witch? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> And seemed to think you might be punishing him for it. Cptn Swain: @ ::An oh did he look: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Shoulda seen me in the Academy." :: She started giggling like a little girl. :: "You think I'm bad now?" Indaura Ryssan: Follow up with the doctor if there are any changes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Which of course is ridiculous. Though I couldn't help but feed into his fears a bit, especially after the spot of trouble he'd caused us. Cptn Swain: @ ::smirks:: As I told him, if anything it's a point in his favor. Arden has always had better taste in men than me -- with the notable exception of Arden. Cptn Swain: @ The crew is good, though I think maybe I've gotten a little lax with them. So, this mission will be a good test for a lot of them. Irene Mincine: Val> :: She lets out a arre smile. :: "I will. Thank you, Doctor." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> After our last station stop, I planning to put them through their paces. Irene Mincine: Val> *rare Indaura Ryssan: :: Val reminded her of one of her kids :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> And if it is all the same to you, sir, I'm not going to tell them about their leave until tomorrow. It won't hurt them to wait another day and think about what they've done. Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: Works for me. And, if you don't mind me offering, I'd let that Ensign Mincine know that the more a Captain knows about a junior officers antics is directly correlated with how long before they either washout or end up in some godforsaken helll-hole. And I say that with some experience. Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Shakes his head as they go through the check point:: If I were you I'd lay low for a bit. Given that the Captain just gave everyone cadet training, I can't imagine he or the ex-oh will be too pleased to hear you racked up a 20 latnium bar tab. Which, if I were you, I'd take care of before I have to put it in the report. Cptn Swain: @::pauses:: Unless Excalibur is already her punishment. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "20... bars... oh... just throw me out an airlock..." :: Irene shakes her head. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's Academy scores for planetary sciences and aptitude were top notch, but her disciplinary record was an atrocity. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He snorted.:: You think she pulled this with her last commanding officer and was pawned off on us as punishment? Possibly. William Chocox: Alright Reynolds, we need to make sure that they didn't mess up too many of our settings. ::downs the rest of his coffee:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::Departs Excalibur in slightly better condition that it was, but won't swear to it.:: Cptn Swain: @ ::Shrugs:: It wouldn't be the first time. During the war, on the Idrisi, I once got this... this incredibly talented engineer named Froohm. He was, and I say this with as much respect as I can muster, the worst officer in the history of starfleet. Cptn Swain: @ But you'd never know it from his file. Before or after Idrisi. ::grins:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Will finds that all of Excalibur's systems have been reset to the 'default' settings, losing anything he's done to upgrade them since the ship left Utopia Planetia. Cptn Swain: ACTION> That also includes all of the holodeck programs and replicator files. Indaura Ryssan: ((Please select your region...)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> And maybe next time he'll be nicer to the people trying to help him fix his own stupidity. Cptn Swain: (( Hope no one had any *special* holodeck files )) William Chocox: [Expletive deleted]! This is why I don't like station monkeys messing with my stuff! Reynolds, do you have any secret backups?! Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... no? Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  18. Engineering completes modifying the tractor beam to emit gravitational waves to try to communicate with the space coleoids. Arc comes up with a plan to coordinate with the coleoids in pulling against the anomaly to get out. It looks like it's working but the anomaly compensates and continues to pull Arcadia and the space coleoids inwards. chatlog2020-5-17.txt
  19. 10 JUN 2388 Chez Antonio, Commerce Sector, Aegis “Relax, Lieutenant. Your tension is palpable.” He felt irritated that she casually pointed it out, much less that he struggled to hold it back in her presence. He heard the scoff-like chuckle that came from him before he could stop it, sensed dissonance in his curious look even as he tasted bitterness. He had written her off months ago, daring to hope on the flight to Aegis that he had more time to prepare for this conversation and more that it would never happen. “Lieutenant, do you know why you were sent here?” “Guessing you're about to tell me,” he countered, sounding more cynical than he had intended. “I would, but unfortunately I cannot. However, what you believe and the reality of it is... complicated. But I suppose you suspected that.” “Hmm,” he hummed wearily. “Apparently you were not wanted… for whatever reason. So I asked for you, and it was granted.” She reversed predictably from his perspective. “Though few know that, and it would be best to leave it that way. Does that disturb you?” He shook his head, unable to hide the flash of incredulity on his face as he verged ironically. “No. Surprises.” “I know your history, Lieutenant.” “Hmm.” He sounded almost dismissive. “What are you up to, Chirakis?” “Explain what you are asking. I am unfamiliar with ‘what are you up to’.” Irritation drew up a wry smirk. She knew exactly what he asked and exactly what she wanted, and he hated this dance. “Why did you ask for me?” “Ah... well, there are many who would like to see you hang - which is ridiculous. Then there are others who understand your abilities. You are a valuable operative, a leader among other things. This station.... is in need of quality officers, especially those who have 15 years of impeccable service as an operative. Some said that putting you here was a waste. I know otherwise. But you have a choice.” She looked relaxed, yet he felt her relentless focus on him as she turned the server away. “Hmm. You're not remotely concerned about how this might end?” After all, he mused, he had just contributed to the downfall of a once distinguished admiral and her entire organization. “How this might end? No one knows how things might end. You don't have to make a decision now, Lieutenant. Consider it more of an offer.” He sighed at her persistence and philosophizing around the question, nodding noncommittally as he still waxed ironic. “I'll think about it.” “Take as much time as you need.” He stared at her for a long time, picking at his order before the disillusionment and buried anger finally won over his laconicism. “It's been a while. Picked up an interesting package last time I was here. Everything still copacetic? “I am not Terran, Lieutenant. Explain ‘copacetic.’” He scoffed out of annoyance. “You know, it's not a disgrace to use a translator.” “I understand. I prefer to ask the question.” “Hmm,” he indulged despite feeling piqued. “Copacetic: Uh, is everything ‘in good order?’” “I see... as good as it can be.” “What about you? ‘As good as it can be?’” Ethan couldn’t help the hollowness in his gaze. It had almost slipped it into his tone. Everyone works an angle. Anyone who says otherwise is a Romulan selling state secrets. A mutual wariness had defined the so-called relationship between Ethan and Chiraks from the beginning. Or friendship, for lack of a better word. For all the long-standing success of her operations, Ethan had turned down posts under her command before, steering clear of direct involvement in her methods and connections. Until, laughably, her resources became the only force capable of deposing an admiral guilty of orchestrating extensive war crimes. The possibility that the captain would exploit the situation had crossed his mind over a year ago. Admiral Farragut and her project had critics, including Chirakis who played so close to the chest that he had never figured out why. At the time, he had hoped they shared the same justification for seeking Farragut’s dismissal as much as he worried that she coveted the power vacuum. In the months following the admiral’s indictment, while his unit fell from leaderless to suspended and finally disbanded, Chirakis had said nothing. Not even a call just to talk. She had ghosted him. Abandoned him while she reaped the advantage, masterfully backing him into an isolated corner. He felt like a fool to have gambled against this scenario, knowing that it fit her modus operandi. Her voice seemed to echo down a long chamber as he stared. “There is always something happening on this starbase. One never knows what might happen the next minute. So... things are well, as good as can be.” “Hmm.” A look of wry amusement pulled taut through his jawline as he nodded behind Chirakis, eyes on the short, babyfaced brunette who paid a tab for the beer she had just finished. “The kid at the bar—she one of your Geheime Staatspolizei, too?” Having almost inhaled a quantity of ale, she coughed a few times, then stopped to glance at Sierra, then back to Ethan. “Geheime Staatspolizei?” “Turn on your translator and listen,” he said levelly, leaning on crossed arms at the edge of the table. “Won’t play your games with my back to the wall.” “Qo’!” she replied casually, watching him seethe. “And it is not a game, unless you allow it to be.” He scoffed, settling against the seat to study the girl while he absently rubbed the side of his face and then sighed. “She’s not one of your spies,” he remarked dryly, more observation than a question. “Qo’ - she is not. She is an engineer, and a very good one at that.” Lips pressed in another exhale, he nodded as he found some other distant object at which to glower. “What do you want from me?” “That depends on what you want. Do you want to continue as an operative, or would you rather remain a civilian? It is your choice.” His head lowered in a shake, blue eyes briefly closed as he muttered, “Scheisse, wir reden im Kreis.” Rising to fix her gaze, he pointed between them. “This an official meeting?” “I suppose you could call it that. Perhaps more of a discussion that could lead to an official meeting,” she continued, her expression becoming more serious and her words sincere. “My question to you is, are you interested in joining our operation against the Alien Alliance?” She paused, leaning forward to rest her arms on the table for confidentiality. “Lieutenant, we are in great danger here, more than most realize. In fact, more than many in Starfleet realize. However, for me to continue this discussion I must know if you actually want to work with us.” A short, cynical chuckle spilled out as an excruciating sense of deja vu filled his brain. He could hear Admiral Farragut’s voice mingled below the captain’s like a bad overdubbing. The flatness of his tone couldn’t mask all of the profound disaffection he felt. “Permission to be dismissed, sir.” Relaxing into her chair, she nodded. “Permission granted.” “Thank you, sir,” he said, promptly standing. Then as he passed unhurried toward the bar to pay his bill, added neutrally, “Enjoy your lunch, sir.” Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.
  20. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/22/20 = /\ = = /\ = 10 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.162 = /\ = TBS is 1 day. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Personnel involved in the Nijil/Prani transmission are relaxing. Commanders Kital and Korjata are in medical with Dr Pavilion. Station maintenance continues. Wormhole equipment is *top secret compartmentalized*, guarded in Security. Everyone is relaxing unless paperwork is involved. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Down in sickbay, Nijil was resting from his restoration. He began to stir in his bed :: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::medical complex with Mimi::: Alexis McFarland: ::With Annisha and Miana:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going to check on Nijil:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Trying to get to yesterday's paper work today :: Chirakis: ::Chez Antonio with Lt Neufeld::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still a little tense since the blackout.:: Tarisa: ::In her office, looking at results.:: Ethan Neufeld: :: Chez Antonio...sitting across from the Captain :: Annisha: :: Looks at Miana :: What's got your hair on end? mimipavilion: ::enters the room where Nijil is staying in:: Tarisa: Miana> That was scary Scott Coleridge: ::having finally taken some time off, Scott has opted to relax in a spa of all places:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns:: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Aww, but we haven't had any problems since then Chirakis: :::the server comes with the menu and whatever drink was ordered, then leaves while we study the menu::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil begins to wake up and mutters :: O fea o oÊ»u i ai? Sierra Robinson: :: Enjoying a Beer at Antonio's :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: Annisha: Probably something father did, but they won't tell me anything. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries to relax.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi? :: he mutters :: mimipavilion: ::turns to Amanda and shrugs:: Alexis McFarland: Of course they won't. We're always the last to know. mimipavilion: ::checks Nijil's vitals:: Scott Coleridge: ::reclining in an AG field with a face mask and some relaxing Bolian music:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, frowning.:: Ethan Neufeld: :: makes a decision and sips water, waiting :: Sierra Robinson: :: looks at a holo image of her younger sister, Myra in her cadet uniform and smiles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil slowly opened his eyes. The room was a blur, but it looked wrong, or the view was too narrow. Perhaps he was suffering from a bout of tunnel vision :: Chirakis: :::does the same:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over several padds regarding the power 'issues' from yesterday :: Amanda Davis PhD: I do believe that he learned another language, Doctor. Chirakis: ::the server enters:: Your choice, Lieutenant? mimipavilion: Agreed Amanda. ::steps in Nijil's view:: How are you feeling, Commander? Sierra Robinson: A waiter...a menu please..thank you. :: sits at the small bar at Antonio's ...for the few that want to ..sit at a bar. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Command..er? O fea o oÊ u i ai? Aegis? Ethan Neufeld: :: orders something small and lighter, having had lunch around 11 :: Amanda Davis PhD: I think we need a translation. mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Nijil do you know who I am? Chirakis: ::nods to the server::: My usual. Dacia Sandero: ::observes Nijil:: mimipavilion: ::nods and activates the translator on the panel above Nijil's bed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Fomai... :: he moves his hand from under the blanket and waves it, wanting something from the doctor :: P A D D.... ? Chirakis: ::when the server leaves::: Relax, Lieutenant. ::casually:: Your tension is palpable. mimipavilion: ::hands him a nearby empty PADD:: This? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Tarisa: Miana> Want to go to the commerce level and get food? Amanda Davis PhD: ::watching his vital signs, especially his brain::: mimipavilion: ::hands it to him:: Annisha: Sounds good. Alexis McFarland: Yes, where did you have in mind? Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Co and another officer nearby...and decides to just stay at the bar...introductions can be another day.. :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs:: Chirakis: ::sips her Romulan ale::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts tapping commands, albeit slowly :: Sierra Robinson: :: server arrives with Menu :: Thanks! Ethan Neufeld: :: makes a scoff-like laugh and leans back from the table to gaze at her curiously :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ae a le now? Tarisa: Miana> We can decide when we get there. Chirakis: ::serious, but still fairly casual::: Lieutenant, do you know why you were sent here? Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Ok, sounds good to me. Nijil tr'Korjata: There. Ugh. Can you understand me now? mimipavilion: Yes definitely. Dacia Sandero: Ah, that's better. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> Special is the Nuvian pasta with salad. Let me know when you are ready. Amanda Davis PhD: ::slight thankful sigh:: Chirakis: ::watching him for his answer::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm back.. I guess Prani was able to help on this end. How long have I been gone? Ethan Neufeld: ::inhales deeply, gaze narrowed:: Guessing you're about to tell me. Chirakis: ::Puts down her ale::: I would, but unfortunately I cannot. Annisha: :: Goes with the girls :: Sierra Robinson: :: nods and continues reading the latest communique from her sister :: mimipavilion: ::looks at the others then back at Nijil:: About 3 days Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to sit up, but feels like his muscles aren't working right :: What? Three days? Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at Commerce with the others.:: Chirakis: However, what you believe and the reality of it is... complicated. But I suppose you suspected that. mimipavilion: Take it easy Nijil Tarisa: Miana> ::Sniffs.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He felt his chest :: Well... that's gone. Ethan Neufeld: ::chuckles a tad on the disillusioned side:: Hmm. Nijil tr'Korjata: They missed the mark. Alexis McFarland: ::walks around the commerce section:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her beer...not bad actually, a microbrew? :: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was a lot longer for me... mimipavilion: So Prani told us. ::holding back her laughter:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You mean that I was a woman, back in the past? mimipavilion: Yes Chirakis: Apparently you were not wanted... for whatever reason. So... I asked for you, and it was granted. Though few know that, and it would be best to leave it that way. Tarisa: Miana> What about that place? :;Points at Antonio's:: I have never been there before. Nijil tr'Korjata: It was an unexpected experience. Annisha: Sounds fancy.. let's go Alexis McFarland: Looks fancy. mimipavilion: I'm sure it was. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> It smells yummy. Amanda Davis PhD: ::listening and watching::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sixteen months passed for us. Alexis McFarland: It does. I think Dacia said she likes going here. Chirakis: Does that disturb you? Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought I missed the birth of my child Annisha: Can we even sit at the tables? Scott Coleridge: ::slips out of the AG field:: Computer, pause playback. Switch to Andorian ritual chants, Mazho'tak region. Sunbringer ceremony. Dacia Sandero: No... Alexis McFarland: I hope so. mimipavilion: No not yet. Alexis McFarland: I also hope they serve kids. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, that's something. Tarisa: Miana> ::Walks up to the door.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: starts to laugh :: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the latest headlines are on a display screen at the bar...something about a new resort opening up on Earth...:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh no, I'm short again Ethan Neufeld: ::a flash of incredulity and then a head shake:: No. Chirakis: :::relaxing, sipping her ale::: Ethan Neufeld: Surprises. mimipavilion: Nijil, I'm going to ask you questions in regards to what happened. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flexes his hand in front of him :: Chirakis: :::waits until the waiter serves, then leaves::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Power this...power that :: mimipavilion: What do you remember after you ended up in Prani's body? Tarisa: Miana> ::Walks into Antonio's, looking around.:: Wow. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> Hello Ensign, ready to order? Alexis McFarland: Ooh, fancy. ::Looks around as they're ushered to a table:: Scott Coleridge: ::sips from some kind of tea that is supposed to be healthy for you:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au mean did I remember everything from before I was transported through the wormhole? Sierra Robinson: Slice of the Hawaiian....side salad please.. Simple French. Thanks. Chirakis: :::slow nod, still sipping her ale:: I know your history, Lieutenant. mimipavilion: Yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: If so, I remember everything. It was like cold water flowing over me. Time stopped... then I woke up in a bed in a dimly lit room. Another Yith was there, Muuhi. She was the woman from my dreams by the way. Ethan Neufeld: Hmm. What are you up to, Chirakis? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, yes. Tarisa: Miana> ::Glancing at the menu.:: Chirakis: ::looks up, thinking, then puts her ale aside::: Chirakis: Explain what you are asking. I am unfamiliar with "what are you up to". Tarisa: Miana> What is Ale? It is under specialty drinks. Nijil tr'Korjata: I remember everything, but I gained a lot of memories while in Prani's body. She said it was a gift for all the trouble. :: excitedly :: There's more in my mind. Will just take time to unlock. Alexis McFarland: It makes you act all funny mimipavilion: ::nods:: Ethan Neufeld: ::wry smirk:: Why did you ask for me? Nijil tr'Korjata: I think Muuhi really liked Prani... they worked together for more than a decade.. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tilts her head slightly.:: Funny how? Annisha: :: Sitting :: mimipavilion: ok Alexis McFarland: You say and do things you normally wouldn't. But daddy let me smell a bottle of it, and I didn't like it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I liked her too.. I can see why now. She's a doctor as well. Chirakis: Ah... well, there are many who would like to see you hang - which is ridiculous. Then there are others who understand your abilities. You are a valuable operative, a leader among other things. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grimaces:: I will pass then. ::Keeps looking at the menu.:: Annisha: I sipped it once while on that planet.. something green... was not nice Sierra Robinson: :: sips beer and notes children on station...hmm nice to see...returns to her PADD she is reading :: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes tea and then gets ready for a massage:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Annisha: I was really thirsty... Alexis McFarland: I guess it's better than being thirsty. ::looks at the menu as well:: Oh, this looks nice ::pointing at the lasagne:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: This station.... is in need of quality officers, especially those who have 15 years of impeccable service as an operative. Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi explained at length the process for her technology. Chirakis: Some said that putting you here was a waste. I know otherwise. mimipavilion: Really?! Nijil tr'Korjata: We knew you and Prani would try it from your end. We were trying to manufacture a broken part. Was just taking time. Tarisa: Miana> ::Eyes brighten.:: Ooo...grilled fish with pasta. Dacia Sandero: Ooh Chirakis: :::relaxes, nonchalant, as she eats::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll try to write a report on it when I feel better. Chirakis: But you have a choice. Chirakis: :::watching him carefully as she enjoys her dinner:: mimipavilion: That would be beneficial. What other things did you experience? Alexis McFarland: ::also orders a glass of cola:: Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to the server, and he turns away::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I had to learn their language. I learned about the Yith culture. I had long hair... Ethan Neufeld: ::sits stonily quietly through the end of her remarks, food untouched:: Hmm. You're not remotely concerned about how this might end? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets an Andorian Blueberry Fizz to drink.:: mimipavilion: Hmmm... Nijil tr'Korjata: She had to teach me somethings at a more basic level.. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> :: deliver's Sierra's meal :: Anything else? Chirakis: How this might end? No one knows how things might end. Sierra Robinson: Refill on the beer..thanks. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know a lot more about being female than I ever wanted to know. Dacia Sandero: ::smirks:: mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Chirakis: You don't have to make a decision now, Lieutenant. Consider it more of an offer. Nijil tr'Korjata: I visited their capital.. marvelous city.. tall spires... Chirakis: :::returns to her dinner::: Dacia Sandero: Oooh. Scott Coleridge: ::didn't realize the toll the past few weeks have taken on him:: I need to relax more. Nijil tr'Korjata: I had to fend off a few advances from males at the night club. Muuhi thought I needed to loosen up a bit. She was just getting me drunk. Dacia Sandero: Sounds familiar... Ethan Neufeld: ::sighs, nodding:: I'll think about it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I had to learn how to dress, bathe... au name it and I had to do it. Chirakis: ::nods::: Take as much time as you need. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> :: delivers beer and goes away :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I worked long nights diagnosing the problem mimipavilion: ::nods taking notes:: Annisha: Hmm.. au know combined we are old enough. Alexis McFarland: Another waiter> ::Delivers Alexis' lasagne and cola:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::watching Nijil's brain patterns, which are very interesting considering what his brain has experienced::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She taught me how to braid hair, said I'd need it for Annisha. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Yes, that's true Nijil tr'Korjata: I crafted a stringed instrument to pass the time, take my mind off the problems. Ethan Neufeld: ::sits quietly for a bit, beginning to weigh things out, and then begins eating:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes another blurb about A Ferengi Stock acquisition on the News :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets her food and begins eating.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have performed for Muuhi songs that won't be around for a millennia. Alexis McFarland: ::Starts eating as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I was hard not to stray... :: his demeanor turned sad :: mimipavilion: Was there anything else that may be beneficial to tell? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sips her fizz.:: Mmm Alexis McFarland: ::takes a sip of her cola with ice:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope Prani was able to discover what may happen to her people., Chirakis: ::relaxed for the first time in days, especially enjoying her dinner::: Annisha: :: drinks :: mimipavilion: That I could not tell you. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the nice Neon element spelling "Antonio's" Behind the bar :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani would not tell... au may not allow her to pass on that knowledge. Annisha: Whatever this is, this is good. Nijil tr'Korjata: Did Prani behave herself while here? Alexis McFarland: That's good. I don't know what that is either. Ethan Neufeld: ::sits back in a relaxed manner, finishing his water... but feels like a cat petted in the wrong direction:: Chirakis: :::receives a message, checks, then turns it off without responding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She did not do anything to my body? mimipavilion: Meaning... I don't think she looked to see. I believed she did behave herself. Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi thought she would. It looks like our technologies were roughly compatible. Chirakis: ::continues to relax, enjoying her dinner, and being away from CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: They are nice people from what I saw. Would have made a welcome member of the Federation. Amanda Davis PhD: :::brain waves are settling down::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, now I know another language... that no one else speaks. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the taste of the beer...light...but flavorful..:: Waiter is this a micro brew? Reminds me of a one I had in San Francisco. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Well that's all I have for now. Why don't you rest some more. Dacia Sandero: ::glad Nijil seems to be doing well:: Ethan Neufeld: ::thinks, observes, thinks some more and then sighs:: It's been a while. Picked up an interesting package last time I was here. Everything still copacetic? Sierra Robinson: Bartender> We serve Starfleet obviously so, we did a little homework. That is all I can disclose. :: grins hand hands the check :: Chirakis: ::leans back, slight smile::: I am not Terran, Lieutenant. Explain "copacetic". Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoying her meal.:: mimipavilion: ::leaves Nijil's room so he can rest:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, I have a lot of memories to ponder.... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lays back down :: Alexis McFarland: ::enjoying her meal as well, wiping her hands and mouth:: Ethan Neufeld: ::scoffs:: You know, it's not a disgrace to use a translator. Chirakis: ::nod:: I understand. I prefer to ask the question. Annisha: Glad my father makes a lot of credits...right? Right? Ethan Neufeld: Hmm. Copacetic: Uh, is everything "in good order." Alexis McFarland: Yep. Or in my case, my grandpa. mimipavilion: ::walks over to her office:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Chirakis: I see... as good as it can be. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (two minutes) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: As he lays down, he sings a song of the Yith, in their native tongue :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::intrigued::: Ethan Neufeld: ::nods:: What about you? "As good as it can be?" mimipavilion: ::starts writing her report about Nijil:: Chirakis: ::slight nod::: There is always something happening on this starbase. One never knows what might happen the next minute. So... things are well, as good as can be. Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Ethan Neufeld: ::looks thoroughly amused by that answer:: Alexis McFarland: Now, what about dessert? ::looks at the dessert menu:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done. I hope everyone doesn't overeat. Chirakis: Relaxation, though, is best. Chirakis: TBS will be until the next day at 0700. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  21. 10 JUN 2388 Commercial Sector, Aegis Engineering had restored power to most of the station by late Thursday evening, a number of faults popping up that required more work than expected. The next morning, Security reported an uptick in domestic disputes, neighbors shared an awkward laugh over coffee, and things settled back into a familiar routine. More or less. Well, for most people, at any rate. After he threw the proverbial brakes a few months ago, everything had slammed to a fiery halt. Ethan couldn’t remember sitting this still in all seventeen years of his career, not even during shore rotations. Stripped of his team and routine. The entire unit disbanded. Requests to use the substantial leave he had banked denied. The right to travel restricted on an (unfounded) flight risk. The handful of brass who knew of his involvement, praising his actions in alignment with public opinion, feared and slandered him in private. His operational anonymity remained intact, yet no self-respecting command in his specialty had the balls to offer him a post. Someone had isolated him on Aegis for an indefinite standby-to-standby on the hope the untouchable would solve itself. Looked like they’d become the butt of this joke: he would never quit by choice. He focused on staying too busy or distracted to feed the restlessness skulking in his brain. Hanging on tenterhooks, waiting for that proverbial hammer or shoe — or whatever — to drop at any moment. After the defendant broke confidentiality to the press in desperation, networks unwittingly sermonized the superficial breadcrumbs that Starfleet PR released to sharpen public outrage. The rabbit he chased had dug the hole significantly deeper than he ever imagined, and virtually no one on this station had any ******* clue about the people buried in it. Starting roughly at noon following lunch, he soloed a two-person table in the “open-air” section of a café on the mezzanine. He sat in services-gold with sleeves rolled three-quarters, and a shined boot or two propped on the empty chair to dispirit wishful conversationalists. Idly twisting a yunomi cup beside a teapot on the tabletop while he pored over a copy of Tom Mueller’s Crisis of Conscience: Whistleblowing in an Age of Fraud. Occasionally, he paused to people-watch and skim the captions of news broadcasts on the large wall display. Sipping fresh tea at a quarter ‘til, “Admiral Vera Farragut found guilty,” snagged him from the crawler during a segment on the acclimation of Romulan refugees. Messages swamped his PADD within seconds, the last of which yelled in all-caps: CALL NOW! He paid the tab and set off to find a booth or isolated place where he could talk in private, ending up in a stairwell. Ringing his squadmate, he almost cursed aloud and ripped out the earbud at the whoop that assaulted him the moment Don Hill answered. The shorter older bearded-ginger bounced wildly on the screen. “Did you see it? Did you ******* see it?! The **** IS DEAD!” He laughed at the Wizard of Oz reference from his belly. “We ******* won!” “Yeah, I saw,” Ethan cringed, rubbing around his ear. “Oh my ******* ***! It’s finally over.” Don sank to his knees, hands lifted dramatically to the sky. “Hmm.” Don frowned. “What do you mean ‘hmm?’ All that **** we went through to nail that ***** to the ******* wall. ****! Thought you were ******* crazy at first. But it finally paid the **** off. It’s over!” “For her,” he agreed soberly. “They added two more to the docket this morning.” “Two...? What? Who?” “Erős.” Ethan shook his head. “Haven’t heard about the other.” Don weaved a string of obscenities at the implication. Given how things had developed this far, Command would leave the undisclosed witnesses in limbo until the end of the final court-martial. Ethan felt a pang of regret that he had dragged his team into this mess. Panic choked Don’s curses as a tiny brunette in a sunflower dress toddled into view, who he scooped into his arms. “Oof. You didn’t hear that,” he said, briefly covering her ears and Ethan smirked. “Snuck up on me there, kiddo. Hey, don’t tell mommy daddy’s saying bad words again, ok?” “Ok,” came the soft reply. “I want ice cream.” Pushing off the wall, Ethan rotated to sit on the bottom steps and wait. “Ice cream?” Don had a wily look. “Uh-huh,” she nodded vigorously. “Ok,” her father pondered. “Well, if you don’t tell mommy what daddy said, daddy will buy you ice cream for life. How about that? Deal?” “Mmhmm.” she hummed through a smile. “Deal. Cross my heart.” “All right, my partner in crime,” Don cheered, exchanging a high-five. “Hey, do you remember Ethan?” The girl put a finger to her lips. “Mmm...I donno. Is that your best, best, best friend?” “Yup, the boss-man. Say ‘hi.’” Don pointed at the camera. “Hey, Lilly,” Ethan waved and smiled. Her head jerked at the sound of her name, and she returned the gesture with enthusiasm. “Hi, Eytan! Guess what, ’m three now.” “Hmm, bigger than the last time I saw you. How are you?” “Mmm… Good. Daddy gets to play lots now ‘cause he doesn’t haff to go to work.” “Good. Taking good care of dad?” “Mmhmm! Mommy doesn’t like it when daddy says bad words, so-so” — she took a breath — “I haff to tell him not to say bad words.” “Yeah, nice of you to remind him. He’s got a bad habit.” “Uh-huh!” “Hey, hey,” Don protested. “Didn’t call you ‘cause I was looking for a sister-wife.” Ethan scoffed. “But I gotta go. Kirsten’s gonna be home soon and it’s my turn to cook. Just wanted to celebrate for a sec—which you completely buzz-killed, by the way. Thanks.” “It’s what I do.” “Sure, sure. Hey, talk later. Watch your six, Brother.” “Yeah. You, too.” “Bye.” Don ended the call. Ethan tucked the PADD away and slouched across the knees, jaw tensed as he raked hands through short dark hair to clasp over his neck. “We do have chairs on the station, lieutenant,” said a voice behind him congenially. “And beds, if needed.” He calmly glanced over his shoulder at the tall sinewy Starfleet officer who leaned against the railing behind him. Black uniform and boots the left of which bore the muted outline of a dagger. A Starfleet captain’s insignia on her right, overhead glinting off the familiar insignia of SI-5 on the left. A faint scoff-like noise escaped him. He knew her. She may have considered him a colleague, if not a friend once. Before recent events had all but painted him persona non grata. He also knew that because he blocked the narrow end of the staircase, she had leaned against the handrail to wait out his call. “Already got one, thanks,” he said dryly as he got to his feet. “Allow me to introduce myself.” She stepped toward him, extending her hand congenially. “Chirakis Kirel, Captain and Commanding Officer of Sky Harbor Aegis.” He gave her hand a firm grasp. “Lieutenant Ethan Neufeld. But you already know that.” He played along despite not knowing the motive for pretending they required any acquainting. “Pleasure, Captain. Sooner than expected. Thought it’d be a couple weeks.” “A couple of weeks is much too long, Lieutenant Neufeld, but we have been busy lately. Now that it has passed and we can relax, I am free to roam the station and to have a decent meal. If you are not busy, you are welcome to join me at Chez Antonio. If you are busy, then you may carry on. It is your choice, Lieutenant,” she said congenially, as though she was not the captain. Lips pressed, his head tipped slightly, considering the offer as he quelled a bit of cynicism. “Nah, I’m not busy.” “And is Chez Antonio sufficient for you, or are you a…” She struggled for the word. “...pizza eater, or similar? As this is your first assignment aboard Aegis, it is your choice.” Bemusement narrowed his gaze at her characterization of his presence on Aegis as something more than a vocational purgatory. Or crucifixion. “What assignment?” After taking a moment to consider his question, she continued, “Walk with me, Lieutenant. These things are better discussed in private. Therefore, we will dine at Chez Antonio, in my private booth.” He made a skeptical nod and wordlessly fell in step. (Written jointly by Chirakis Kirel and Ethan Neufeld)
  22. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |22 May 2020 10 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.161 TBS is 1 day. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Personnel involved in the Nijil/Prani transmission are slowly settling down. Commander Kital is in the medical center with her bond mate, Commander Korjata. He will remain there until he receives release by Dr Pavilion. Station maintenance continues. Equipment that was used in construction of the micro-wormhole has been designated top secret compartmentalized. It has been secured and guarded in the security complex. Everyone else is relaxing unless paperwork is involved.
  23. No Worms in the Wormhole Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 The lights went out on the commerce deck, leaving everyone in the dark long enough for screams and a lot of grabbing hold of one another and hoping it’s the right person and not the neighbor’s husband. Or wife, but it’s usually pretty easy to tell which is which. Within seconds, emergency lighting flicked on, the screams and grabs settled down, and after a gasp with everyone looking up and around, a cacophony of questions in various languages—some not the best words to translate—echoed from the commerce deck into CnC. Pushing away from the CnC overlook, Captain Chirakis turned slowly towards the OPS console as she pinched the bridge of her nose and winced to quell a growing headache. “Lieutenant Hargraves, contact engineering and ask them if they were successful,” she ordered, her words close to a whisper. “And get security to the commerce deck to calm... those... people... down.” She heard his “yes ma’am” but nothing else as she slowly settled into the command chair. “They’re a little busy down there, ma’am,” Hargraves reported. “The transport was successful but the wormhole destabilized and overloaded the buffers. Main power is shut down to prevent a total system overload.” Something was missing. “And…?” “And… uh.…” Hargraves dug in to scan reports. “The medical complex is on emergency backup, and… emergency lighting is on throughout the station, but… you know… it’s not really good lighting, at least it’s not like we have here, or in the med complex, or in....” He skidded to a halt as the captain’s hand flew up. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Just keep me apprised,” she sighed as her eyes closed knowing that it would make it more difficult to stay awake. “And… unless it is an emergency, if anyone calls, I’m not available.” The last three days, or 72 hours, had been grueling to the point of exhaustion. Engineers and science personnel had worked through the nights while medical personnel stood ready for any situation, everyone hoping that as soon as the micro-wormhole engaged, thoughts would transfer from Prani to Nijil and vice versa. The stress of working and/or waiting had pressed their endurance beyond the limit. But now, with the aid of the micro-wormhole supplied by the Yith, Aegis’s duty was done. Except for the power outage, of course. Engineering minions could take care of that. As soon as possible, the captain released engineering and science from duty, ordering them to rest and recuperate. She would do the same, but only after the mechanism that created the micro-wormhole—at least what was left of it—would be locked and guarded in the security complex. If it fell into the hands of the Alien Alliance, not only Aegis, but the entirety of the Joint Allied Powers would be in jeopardy. Thankfully, the Yith technology was secure. After briefing the next watch, Kirel climbed to the station’s pinnacle where she could be alone, stare into space, and forget most of what could easily have happened.
  24. NAME (last, first middle): Neufeld, Ethan DATE OF BIRTH: 20 OCT 2352 (36) SPECIES: Human SEX: Male HAIR: Brown EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 191cm (6ft 3in) WEIGHT: 99.7kg (220lbs) ETHNICITY: Dutch, Irish, Scottish, English, German BLOOD TYPE: O+ KNOWN ALLERGIES: None IMMUNIZATIONS: Current MEDICAL CONDITIONS: None PSYCHIATRIC CONDITIONS: None ALCOHOL/TOBACCO/DRUG USE: No CONTRAINDICATIONS: Local anesthesia, sedation (general anesthesia recommended) REMARKS: Poor or no response to most analgesics PLACE OF BIRTH: San Diego, CA (USA), Earth FEDERATION CITIZEN: Yes LANGUAGES: English, Spanish, German, [...] MARITAL STATUS: Single FATHER: MCPO Robert Neufeld (retired) MOTHER: NOTABLE RELATIVES: Silver, Gage Deforest (cousin) HIGHEST EDUCATION LEVEL OBTAINED: Bachelor of Arts (University of California, San Diego, CA, Earth) ENLISTMENT DATE: 21 AUG 2372 PLACE OF ENTRY: Starfleet Technical Services Academy, Mars COMMISSION DATE: XX XXX 2383 (Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, CA, Earth) REMARKS:
  25. 9 JUN 2388 Commercial Sector, Aegis Ethan waited in the darkness for klaxons or the call to general quarters, replicated water puddling at his feet. A second ago, he stood on a twelve-meter cliff overlooking a vast human-made reservoir — mercifully all forced perspective via holographics, none of the actuality. Meanwhile, elsewhere a host of scientists and engineers had toiled anxiously over a micro-wormhole to correct a mix-up à la Soulminder or The Identity Matrix. Then blackout! He figured the build must have overloaded the grid. The dim emergency lighting kicked on, and he mused dryly at the stark latticework. He philosophized on the history of electricity, its socioeconomic impact, and the crippling effect of its loss in the proverbial tin space-can. But mostly whether he should return to quarters over thirty decks up or venture to the park less than twenty decks down. He had the self-assurance and fitness to push a five- to fifteen-minute climb up, traffic permitting. But climbing down tempted him after expending the morning and his energy in more or less a self-initiated aquathlon. Given the right circumstances, he could race to the park in a couple of minutes before engineering restored power. Or he could stay here and conserve most of an entire room of oxygen to himself for a day or two — one emptily morbid thought among dozens of contingencies that streaked through his brain. Contrary to his inclination for solitude, he preferred dying usefully to bored and alone. Though he believed the situation unlikely to go that far, they faced only the danger of inconvenience at the moment, given the lack of … anything. Fortunately, he had brought an oversized, quick-drying towel that he used to rub his hair and wring his boardshorts. Mopping up the floor as much as possible, he spread out the rest of the water for quicker drying. A force of habit — he knew the system self-cleaned under power. He pulled on a gray tank, slid bare feet into a pair of sneakers, and rolled the saturated towel over his shoulders. Before tucking his PADD into a hidden pocket, he paused over the first passages of chapter fourteen, African Samurai: The True Story of Yasuke, a Legendary Black Warrior in Japan. He appreciated the full hour he had for a swim, at any rate. On the other hand, he hardly felt a loss for a knockoff in lieu of the real leave they continually promised and never delivered. A mild premonition somewhere between an imminent static shock and face-plant typically kept him out of holosuites, apart from the practical stuff or a wild hair. Falling just felt downright weird. Opening a panel beside the double-door, he cranked the emergency release lever, disengaging the catch. A gap popped in the doors, and he pushed one aside into its pocket. The murmur of upset crowds floated in the storefront from the massive commercial commons outside. He imagined the station's emergency services would have a hell of a time fielding all of the calls from the nosey to the trapped or paranoid. "Oh! You got out. I was just coming to open the doors." The cheerful voice belonged to the anorexic college-aged clerk who looked thrilled as she bounced toward him sooner than he hoped. The brown-eyed girl had wrapped her blonde mane in a giant bun. An understated helix and forehead suggested Romulan-Human. She wore a small bright-pink tee, black leggings, neon sneakers, and a bedazzled name tag that said N'alae in a stylized Federation font. Maybe someone somewhere else thought her a cute, sweet, even fun girl. The smiles and curiosity about his plans from the moment he requested a rental had touched more on the creepy side of flattering. Enough that he had intended to escape out the side exit after his time expired. He smiled flatly in response. "Sorry that the power went out. Did you get to enjoy your swim in Norfolk Lake, Arr-Kanzas, at least?" She giggled awkwardly at his damp state. Eyeing the curved row of doors, he wondered how long she had stared at that monitor to memorize the name of a place unknown to her an hour ago and feel cheeky about it. "Yeah," he offered nonchalantly, tossing a gesture over his shoulder. "Anyone still stuck?" "Um," she drawled in thought. "Yes, all of them except you, of course. The people in five and two" — she pointed — "they left a little bit before the power went out. And there's no one in four, which is out-of-service for maintenance." He glanced at the numbered placard of the suite he had rented — the last suite — and back to the front desk beyond the first suite. Then nodding, he stepped past the clerk, lips pressed in an accompanying, "Hmm." "So, um, will you be coming back any time soon?" She fell in behind him, mimicking reflexively as he stopped at the next suite to trace the seam of a panel. "I have some coupons I can send—" "You have the key?" he cut her off, palm up and extended. "What? Oh! Yeah, here," she stammered before she slipped in next to him, prompting him to back off. The magnetic lock clicked as she placed a flat, mushroom-shaped object against the wall and then pressed the panel open. As a design variance from Starfleet specs intended to protect consumer privacy, it created an inconvenience. Though a significant amount of pressure held the doors closed, she effortlessly pulled the lever, thanks to old-fashioned hydraulics. Ethan reached toward the opening, and someone behind it shrieked, "No! Balik! Don't come in — I'm still dressing!" A female from the sound of it but debatable between species, among other things. "Eww," the clerk groused, disgust wrinkling her face. "That's something I did not want to think about." He paid the context little thought and turned his back to the door; eyes focused down the hallway. "We'll be here for a bit if you need anything." "Okay, thank you! I'll be out in a minute," came the shouted reply, underscored by several hops, a hiccup, and grumbling. Scoffing faintly in amusement, Ethan arrived at the next suite by the time the doors released from the inside. A Human male of average size strolled out with a petite, voluptuous Orion female scampering behind him. They made an unexpected pairing dressed in elaborate nineteenth-century, decidedly British costumes and modern clothing draped in the crook of their arms. "So it is a power outage," the man observed after glancing around. The woman said nothing, her attention lowered at the deck as she clung to her partner's bicep. "Yeah," Ethan answered, his right eye narrowing briefly, pondering how to interpret the couple. Either she had abjured the Syndicate, or he had fallen in thrall to her wiles. Feeling the clerk brush up beside him, he lifted his arm away to find her glowering at the other woman. "I'm sorry, but we're closed now," she announced tersely. "Please make your way to the exit." Ethan saw the ire flex from the other man's jaw to his temples. His Orion companion — who had shown little interest in, much less made eye contact with anyone else — rested a hand on his shoulder. "We can come back tomorrow, Uta," she purred a mid-Atlantic-like flavor in his ear. "I don't like her tone," he gnashed. "Don't stress yourself over it, darling." She stroked the side of his head. "It's been hours since my last dosage. Maybe I've given her a headache — you know how it is." "No, that's no excuse," he retorted, shooting daggers at the clerk. "Wherever we go, they treat you like a freak show." "Please," the woman cut Ethan off at the verge of speaking and cast apprehension at him. "Let's just go home. I'm tired, and these shoes are hurting my feet." "Okay, okay," her mate gesticulated wildly for a ceasefire. "We'll go, but I'll be calling your manager." "Shh, how about we relax tonight and talk it over first," she cooed. Ethan could only gaze curiously as she gently persuaded him toward the exit. The man sighed heavily, petting her hand. "Fine, I'll do my best to let it go — for you." "Thank you, Uta," She raised on her toes to peck at his cheek. "I don't understand how you can be so forgiving." "But that's why it's so easy to love you," she chuckled lightheartedly. "I love you, too. Did you at least have fun?" She droned in affirmation, and the rest of their conversation blended into the clamor outside. A fascinating history had to exist for those two; nothing else could suffice. "Don't worry, Lieutenant. I'll snap you out of it," the clerk said abruptly, pivoting to face him. He deflected the hand she meant to stick in his face. "Snap out of what?" he asked coolly, nonetheless aware of her meaning. The girl looked baffled. "Um, the Orion spell? Pheromones…?" Her eyes flicked to the side as she faltered. "Or are you Vulcan" — then whispering — "Or maybe you slept with a Vulcan?" "What?" The clerk balked at the hint of irritation in his voice while he swiveled toward a woman's cackle. From suite nine approached a dusky Bajoran, slender and nearly his height, dressed in bright layered robes and affixing glossy waist-length brunette twists to her head. "Really! Prophets forbid we pretermit inoculation... Whatever moron convinced you that one xeno-pheromone, virtually new to every other species' evolution, can subjugate all male-kind? The whole idea simply belies the fact that there are some 420 billion possible variations in your genome." She paused at the clerk. "Make that upwards of 570 billion. You may have been affected, and I think you were" — she leered — "by something." This provoked an embarrassed eye-roll from the half-Romulan, which she matched in a triumphant smirk. "But," the Bajoran continued, sliding sideways in Ethan's direction. "Any number of mutations or rare genes would contribute to tolerance or even immunity." She stopped to appraise. "He could have a rare…metabolism. Just as for example, between two people, the sense of smell varies…" She faded to sniff at his opposite shoulder and sighed, "Mmm, hickory and a trace of...smokiness? Madam, please grant me this model next time.'" Depositing a hand on his chest, she dragged over his collar and darted out of reach, shrewd enough not to linger. Ethan scoffed, lips pressed in a flat smile blending wry and blasé. A loud gasp escaped the clerk. It took a few seconds for the younger woman to recover and snap, "You can't create holographs of living people without their permission." "Not if he consents," the other retorted in a sing-song, sashaying away. "Hah! Like he would." Her sniggering died in his aloofness; she had expected confirmation. "An-and if he doesn't, that's illegal!" The other woman wagged a finger in the air. "Only if you report me." "Nouhha, are you suggesting…? You are disgusting! Aren't you supposed to be celibate?!" "That's Deltans, chit," the Bajoran spat. "I know that. I was talking about your orange robes, you stupid monk!" "Bless your ignorance, child! You mistake me for a Buddhist," she spun, guffawing at the clerk's expense. "And besides, why worry yourself over the feelings of holograms? They aren't alive, remember?" "That's not the point!" she spluttered. "You had better not come back here, or I will report you!" The Bajoran sent up a rude, parting gesture, composed herself, and merged into the crowd. Best guess, the Bajoran either didn't visit often, or the clerk hadn't cared to memorize the name of a frequent customer that she just insulted. Ethan leaned toward the latter. "Dir haben sie wohl etwas in den Kaffee getan," he muttered in German, interpreted more or less as: you’ve got to be joking. That he had let the entire thing play out at all testified mainly to his overall apathy and confidence in any lack of peril. The real mystery remained in why so few of the holo-patrons had yet to self-extricate. Blind optimism or some form of helplessness weighed the most likely. Starting for the next suite, he abandoned the clerk to puff indignantly in a circle. "Can you believe her? She's sick! Shameless! How could you even stand her touching you?" She shuddered in a gag. Then it dawned on her, and she rushed him. "She touched you. Nouhha, that's … that's sexual harassment! I'm going to report that crone! She is not going to get away with this." "Hmm," he droned, barely listening. "Done?" He nearly winced at the coldness of his voice. "What?" "Unlock the door or give me the key," he said flatly. The clerk hesitated and then dumped the object in his outstretched hand. "Aren't you the least bit concerned about what she did to you? What she's going to do to you?" "Not at the moment, no." The lever snapped into place, and the doors parted. A stooping Cardassian male in a mullet and baggy clothes blinked just on the other side. His mouth hung open, head lowered in a way that he stared from the uppermost of his eyes at them. The clerk visibly shivered. "Damn! Does this mean the power isn't coming back?" "Dunno," Ethan shook his head. "Sure they're working on it." His brow rose at the use of an obscene native phrase he hadn't heard since the Dominion War over a decade ago. "Finally, got through all those freaking trash-mob zombies from last week, and I was this freaking close to kicking that petaQ's ***." The gaming addict weaved in and out of Klingon and English epithets like a pilot on amphetamines. He had the look of a dialysis patient. Trudging out, he slapped the door frame and boxed the air. "Ugh! I'm gonna be royally pissed if this thing didn't save my freaking progress!" "Ookay," the clerk drawled, lowering her voice until the Cardassian had left earshot. "So explain to me why you aren't remotely bothered by the rapist?" He gave a clipped chuckle at the nickname. "Not my problem." "But—" The squeal of a Ferengi from suite six drowned her out the very second Ethan had breached the door. He defied description save that he reminded Ethan of all the Ferengi he had met. Hobbling out into the hallway, every single step elicited an ugly ear-piercing wail. But his body language betrayed a bold bit of poor acting that had the clerk flinching as much as duped. She reached to help him reluctantly. "Nouhha, are you okay?" "My ankle! Your safety protocols failed!" He air-jabbed at the clerk. "Wait here, I'll go call medical." The Ferengi blocked her launch toward the desk, dazing her in a torrent. "Don't bother! The business bureau will hear of this! Everyone will hear of this! I'm going to sue this establishment for every slip of latinum." "What happened?" "Weren't you listening?!" He growled at Ethan. "I was walking down the stairs when the power went out. And your safety protocols let me fall! I know for a fact that my ankle is now broken and will require costly surgery to fix—" Finally, he noticed. "Wait, why am I talking to you? You don't even work here. But you" — he pointed at the clerk again — "you must answer for this-this…outrage!" "Looks fine to me," Ethan flatly rejoined. "Oh, and you fancy yourself some kind of expert, do you?" He faltered as Ethan swooped in at his eye-level and inches from his face, the air around him boding heavily. "Should I carry you out?" The Ferengi swallowed, licking his lips and backpedaling. "Don't you dare touch me. Don't. You. Dare. I can find my own way out, thank you very much." He bared his teeth at Ethan, then whirled on his heel. "Some customer service, humph!" The clerk stood speechless through the Ferengi's protest march that derailed in the throng of mostly taller people. Her confusion evolved to incredulity and she shook her head. "How is it not your problem?" "Choose not to make it mine." He would count it a bonus if those holodeck fantasies kept that Bajoran too busy to even consider thrusting into his life. "But it is your problem. She's talking about turning you, I mean, your likeness into a" — her tongue smacked in distaste — "plaything." "I heard." "And you're seriously okay with that?" Shifting around the lever at suite three that refused to budge, he exhaled a growing weariness. "Real people look alike by chance. There's no rule in the system against that. All she needs is a decent memory and some skill in coding." "Wow." She glared at him with arms folded. A hard kick broke the release free, allowing him to push open the exit. He had no idea where he would have found an old-fashioned actuator in this place, much less a crowbar. "You talk like this has happened before." "Eh," he admitted in a drawn-out way. "Suspicions." "Not to rudely interrupt," said the Andorian man who had quietly emerged. "I would just like to say thank you and goodbye before I leave — according to your customs." "You're welcome." The blue, antennaed man looked pleased. "Ah, I believe a handshake is also warranted, is it not?" "Sure," Ethan smiled politely and initiated the gesture, bearing more of a resemblance to the Klingon custom, the Andorian grasping him near the elbow. "Goodbye," he nodded to the clerk. She returned it in kind, adding a wave. She waited for yet another of her customers to leave, rocking impatiently on her feet. "If I were you, I'd have sent all of them to jail," she continued tautly. "Civil." "Huh?" "It's civil," he repeated, clarifying, "as in lawsuits — no jail time. Only criminal offenses are for exploitation or rape." A hand lifted to quash what she would say. "Of real people." "Nouhha, I hate people," she said sourly and mulled over him for a bit. "How do you know all this anyway?" Ethan shrugged, disinclined to talk shop with anyone who lacked membership. Seeing no clue pry what she wanted out of him, the clerk blessedly hushed for a while, and they cracked open the final suite. Here they encountered a voracious creature in its natural habitat, immortalized by the records of ancient civilizations as the Karen. "Well, it's about bloody time," the zaftig redhead grated in throaty Strine. "Do you even know how long I've been stuck in here while you two bludgers were out there mucking around?" Ethan made a perfunctory lift of his watch. "Uh, less than ten minutes," he countered flippantly despite himself. "Oh, you're a real riot — more like a real tosser. My son wet himself because of you." "Oh, geez," the clerk groaned behind him. "Your son?" For some reason, the sniffling only registered at that moment. Ethan peeked around the doorjamb for the source. "Yes, my son," she retorted, implying they should have known despite that she stood — and occupied the entire doorway — by herself. "What's more, we came here to celebrate his birthday, but you don't see any of that happening, now do ya? Didn't even get a bite of fairy bread because of you... "Where are you going?" she asked sharply as Ethan squeezed past her to the right. He found the small towheaded five- or six-year-old boy bowed, lightly banging his crown in the corner and wiping a stream of tears off his chafed face. At his arm's length, Ethan lowered to a knee. "Hey, buddy, how's it going? You okay?" The boy's head incidentally thudded against the wall as he shook his head. His mother cut in without missing a beat. "Don't talk to him: he's in time-out." "Scared?" A nod. "That's okay. Some days I feel scared, too." He gave him a moment. Then testing the residual dampness of the towel around his neck, he unfurled and transferred it to the boy's shoulders. "Don't put that on him!" He watched the child tense at first, gradually relaxing under the warmth and (figurative) cloaking powers of microfiber. "Are you even listening?!" the Karen shouted. Her son whimpered. "Maybe if you weren't such a *****, he wouldn't be crying," the clerk took a bite. The customer's face burned a deep red. "What did you say?! off, you ****. No one tells me how to parent my kids. I know your manager!" The clerk had scarcely parted her lips before Ethan pushed back to his feet. She swore the shadow that filled his wake had a threatening presence. It made more sense to her than attributing that darkness to the man who seemed downright phlegmatic. She almost missed the slight tension at his jaw that betrayed a seething. "I am the manager," he said evenly. The Karen gaped apoplectic, air squeaking from her in a struggle to form words. Her eyes ran him from head to toe and back. "I-I don't believe you." "Couldn't care less what you believe." One: he reserved most of his diplomacy for the job, as opposed to the personal time transpiring right now. Two: the drawn-out events leading up to his arrival on Aegis and in this mess had left him nearly empty of patience. Checked again. Nope, all out of ***** to give. "I-I don't have to put up with this…bullying," she said, pulling together somewhat. "I demand a refund, and I want her fired for being rude to me." "Nah, don't feel like it," he shook his head, transitioning smoothly. "But I know a counselor and a couple security officers who'll take your complaint." Mind stumbling in a confused rage, her mouth worked overtime like a fish out of water, and then the color drained from her face. "Come here, you," she squawked, trembling as she bundled the boy up in her arms and huffed in a beeline through the door. The clerk followed her out and slumped against the wall, watching the woman shuffle faster than she had looked. "Does that mean you're going to report her to social services?" "Yeah," Ethan exhaled deeply. "Someone'll stop by for her info after power's restored." "I'm technically not supposed to give it to you without a warrant, but it's for a good cause, right?" She winked and then cleared her throat, having steadily grown more aware and conscientious of where her eyes wandered in the last quarter-hour. "Hmm," he sounded, feeling no desire to engage with her to that degree. "Here." He held out the magnetic key, which she dropped it into a pocket and smiled. "Thanks for your help today." He nodded noncommittally. "Anytime." "Anytime?" The way she echoed and stared absently at him stalled his egress. "You got things from here?" Belatedly: "Ye-yeah, I'll just be locking up. I'll be fine, thanks." "Okay." "Wait. Can I ask you just one more thing?" "Hmm." Nearly out of the holo-café already, he backed a few steps. "I feel kind of awkward asking this now after the whole thing with the rapist. But, um" — she bit her lip — "would you be interested in dinner?" Catching his gaze narrowing, she quickly amended, "Or maybe just a drink…sometime?" "Heh, yeah, awkward doesn't do it justice," he scoffed mildly. Rubbing his face and slipping the other hand into a pocket, he sighed skeptically. "I'm old enough to be your dad." A smidge of an exaggeration. He estimated her birth had happened sometime during his junior or senior year in high school. "It only sounds bad when you put it that way. All that matters is that I'm old enough to drink." She counted on her fingers. "Me plus you, multiplied by a lot of good drinks, equals a great time. I don't see a problem with that math." He grimaced in a head-shake at the self-gratifying laughter that folded in the corners of her eyes. She might as well have divided by zero. "The problem is: I'm not interested." "Oh." A beat and then, signing with her fingers, "Not even—" "Nope," he said, an equally emphatic shake underlining his tone. "Go home, kid. Relax. Have a good night. Sleep for a better tomorrow." He channeled all the officer-in-charge aloofness he possessed, staving off the questions or bargaining by offering no sympathy. Iacta alea est: non-negotiable. Once decided, he loathed saying it twice, more than he disliked — or occasionally enjoyed — turning down those who handled rejection the worst. She deflated at the lack of appetence in his voice, pursing her lips. "Eh, yup. You, too." Weaving his way across the commerce deck, he sucked a breath of relief. He stopped a moment, listening as security organized the civilians to vacate the commercial sector to their homes. Then began a long, easygoing return to the one place he had authorized access and guaranteed solitude. Until the other junior officer's watch ended in a couple of hours, at any rate.
  26. = /\ = Manticore Brief Stardate 52005.18 "New Las Vegas" = /\ = TBS was 13.6 minutes... go figure. Repairs on the USS Manticore continue. Captain McFly is slowly but constantly improving. Commander Kenickie decided to take a break on planet. She ended up in the hoosgow, arrested on 5 counts of murder. Commander Farrington is now OIC on Manticore. Hopefully the tide will turn for the better. Those ABOARD SHIP will take an @ Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: @::bridge, watching the ships in orbit::: Callista Tyrel: :: still at the ..spa- bar :: :: looks to Annika and Gila :: We need to report in. Annika Sorenson: ::down in the bar, drinking a strong drink:: Amanda Davis PhD: @:::she rechecks her equipment, then scans the captain to measure his progress::: Annika Sorenson: I suppose so? Callista Tyrel: :: pulls out a comm unit from her clutch :: + Manticore + Lt Tyrel to Manticore. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::putting down her PADD:: +COM+ This is Manticore. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::turns to Lt Leander::: Watch that ship to starboard. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> He's getting really close, ma'am. Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + Lt Tyrel reporting I am with Lt Sorenson....and Gila . Commander Jaenke left with Police and Kansas. We are requesting instruction...if you want us to return to the ship...I suppose. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Watch it closely and give it a spray if needed. Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + Or if we could be of some use on the surface. Annika Sorenson: ::Not sure what we can do on ship:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::considers that a moment:: +com+ Commander Jaenke is with Commander Kenickie? Annika Sorenson: ::stands next to Callista, listening to the comm:: Erich Jaenke: :: Arrives at a police station and told to sit down :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::she shifts to take another look at his cranial damage:::: Callista Tyrel: +Manticore + That is correct. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Leander> Ma'am, she's closing in. Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Stand by. ::cuts the come:: Arm phasers, do not engage. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Annika :: I think they are busy up there. Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Do any of you feel threatened? If not, you can judge if you would like to return to the ship. Annika Sorenson: I guess they are busy with repairs and what not. Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + No we are fine down there. We are...just reporting in after the event down here. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::reports to SF Command via encrypted subspace, informing them of the situation::: Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Be specific on the "event". What exactly is happening down there? Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + Sorry Sir. We are at the bar where Commander Kennickie was arrested.. Everything has settled down here. Security has left...no questions for us. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::gives a sigh of satisfaction that he is recovering::: Annika Sorenson: ::looks over at Callista, drinking a whisky straight:: Gila Orrak: :: With the others, but staying silent :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Then it is your choice. You may stay or come aboard. Your choice. Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + Commander Jaenke left with Commander Kennickie and the arresting officers. :: looks to Annika :: I think we will stay here for now. Perhaps we might be useful down here if anything else develops. We will keep you apprised. Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Understood, Lt Tyrel. Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ Commander Jaenke is capable of taking care of the situation. Erich Jaenke: :: Is talking to the officers, but getting nowhere :: Callista Tyrel: + Manticore + Understood. Tyrel out. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Annika and Gila :: okay, given we are not in any jeopardy and Commander Jaenke is with Kansas...we are free to continue our...leave. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Leander> Ma'am, they're coming closer. Callista Tyrel: :: straightens her dress and takes a seat next to Annika :: An odd leave it has been. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::sighs, hoping to be able to rectify the situation::: Annika Sorenson: Makes sense, I suppose. I hope Erich knows what he's doing. Annika Sorenson: Sure has been. Erich Jaenke: :: Thinks of how this place operates.. checks his pads for currency. Wait, he does not have any :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ Give them a spray, Lieutenant. Starboard bow. Callista Tyrel: Yeah.....I think he has a better grasp at the legal stuff than I do. Gila Need a drink? Annika Sorenson: Yeah, I'm no lawyer. Though I didn't know Cdr Jaenke had a legal background. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> Yes, ma'am. Spray across the starboard bow... because...? Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::leans toward him:: They will not be able to maneuver in our direction. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Gila :: Have a seat if you'd like. :: flags waiter and asks for another drink.:: . Saurian Brandy please.. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> ::swallows hard:: Yes, ma'am. Gila Orrak: :: To Annika :: There is no record of legal anything in his background :: Annika Sorenson: Ah, well. He's a better option than me. Cmdr JFarrington: @ +com+ All bridge personnel on duty, report to the bridge. Annika Sorenson: ::sips her whisky:: Callista Tyrel: I doubt I am in good graces with the arresting officer for sure. Gila Orrak: His mental ability is something in his favor, unless his emotions get the best of him. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::sitting next to Matthew, taking notes, and a corpsman brings her tea:: Thank you James. Amanda Davis PhD: @ James> Any time, ma'am. How's he doing? Annika Sorenson: It's natural to react like that, I think. Wait, what did they call her again? Christine Donovan? Is that her actual name? Amanda Davis PhD: @ Progressing, though slowly. Erich Jaenke: :: All Erich could feel now is the Commander's anger...and sorrow :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ James> Well, if you need anything, just press the button. I'm on watch until 0200. Amanda Davis PhD: @ Thank you, James. Callista Tyrel: I have no clue. I mean....Manticore is not a normal ship..maybe alternative identities are...common. But no way did she Kill five people. Annika Sorenson: With this ship, I don't know... Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::turns to Leander:: SITREP? Callista Tyrel: :: notes her drink has arrived and takes a sip :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ Leander> She's moving away, ma'am. Callista Tyrel: I feel terrible for the Commander.. It is like she cannot catch a break. What happened at that Mork place.....insane. She deserved a vacation too. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::nods:: Let's keep it that way. Callista Tyrel: :: Looks to Gila :: Sure you do not want anything? Annika Sorenson: I agree, I feel bad for her too. ::sighs:: Cmdr JFarrington: @+Annika+ Has Commander Jaenke reported any progress? Callista Tyrel: :: gives Annika a shoulder bump :: Hey we will find something to cheer us up. Annika Sorenson: +Farrington+. No, we didn't hear back from him yet. Callista Tyrel: :: quiets :: Annika Sorenson: ::smiles at Callista:: Yeah, that's all we can do at this point. Cmdr JFarrington: +Annika+ As soon as he appears, contact me in a private area. Annika Sorenson: +Farrington+ Acknowledged, will do. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::orders from Starfleet Command are stand to:::: Gila Orrak: In Cardassian legal, she would already be convicted. Just a question of sentencing. Annika Sorenson: What'd you have in mind? ::Callista:: Callista Tyrel: I'd like to hit that spa....just relax.. Annika Sorenson: ::nods to Gila:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::replies affirmative to SFC::: Annika Sorenson: Yes, I could do with a good massage about now. Callista Tyrel: Gila..does that sound good? Or do you have something else perhaps in mind? Annika Sorenson: ::slightly tipsy, but still sober enough to walk on her own two feet:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::forwards a list of ships in the area to SFC::: Gila Orrak: Might as well I don't believe we are in a position to help at the moment. Callista Tyrel: :: Giggles briefly noting Annika :: No I don't think we are...I think we probably ...are going to call it a night. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, though I 'll probably go for that massage. Callista Tyrel: :: finishes her Saurian Brandy taking care to keep an eye on Annika :: Tomorrow . You cool with that Gila? Erich Jaenke: :: He went to reference this planet's legal system :: Annika Sorenson: ::at least they were in the same room:: Sounds fun. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::Pushes off from the command chair to take a look at several things::: Callista Tyrel: :: stands and gathers a small reverse image PADD from her clutch taking a brief look then returning quickly and does a mini Picard Maneuver :: Gila Orrak: Perhaps I'll do a holographic massage. Annika Sorenson: I'll get a real one. Maybe from one of the Nuvian girls.. and yes, I recognize the irony of that. Callista Tyrel: Oh boy...I did not think of that. Gila..what if a Cardassian were to give you your massage? Annika Sorenson: Ask the computer to generate another masseuse? Callista Tyrel: :: a bit slow herself :: Wait..this place only has holographic Masseuses? Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::keys in on the ship that was sprayed, listens, then shakes her head::: Annika Sorenson: That wasn't in the holo-catalogue. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Leander> Something wrong, ma'am? Annika Sorenson: ::checks: the catalogue:: No, they offer both. Gila Orrak: I bet they have both. What, you wish a buff male? Or a female.... Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::turns to Leander, trying not to laugh:: It's a Pakled ship. Callista Tyrel: I wish ...I had Hot Fire man return and give me a massage.... Annika Sorenson: I'd like a Nuvian female. I prefer a softer touch. Cmdr JFarrington: @ My guess is that they don't have a clue about getting that mess off their bridge. Annika Sorenson: ::giggles:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Leander> ::stifles a grin::: Gila Orrak: Fire man? Callista Tyrel: Okay...I did not have much Kanar...but probably ought to call it a night. :: turns to Gila :: The Fireman that returned my ....PADD...what was left of it. Annika Sorenson: The guy who rescued Callista's charred PADD. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Leander> ::checking their status::: Those the guys who said, "Our ship is broken. Can you make it go”? Callista Tyrel: He was....well very hot... Annika Sorenson: He was, I won't argue that. Callista Tyrel: And a great smile... Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::broad grin, crossing her arms, relaxing::: The very same. Callista Tyrel: Still I wish I found the jerk who took my PADD to begin with...I would of administered some Engineering on him Callista Tyrel: Erhm...sorry Gila..that was my assassin alter ego again peaking out. Gila Orrak: Hmm, perhaps turning in is the best course of action. Poor Erich is probably all emotionally torn. Annika Sorenson: I'd imagine he'd be easy for the police to find, what with the burning tram of his. Annika Sorenson: I suppose so. It is kinda late too (I guess). Gila Orrak: He both respects her as his Commander, but rather dislikes her on a personal level. Annika Sorenson: Mmm. Callista Tyrel: :: notes Gila is right :: He does..did not know that....Okay...right time to call it a night. Annika Sorenson: Goodnight. Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::looks up as the rest of the bridge personnel appear and take their stations::: Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Annika :: Nah...I am not leaving you alone Cmdr JFarrington: 10:55 PM Annika Sorenson: ::giggles:: It's a good thing we're in the same room then. Callista Tyrel: Yes......shall we? Annika Sorenson: ::wobbles a bit:: Mmm. Gila Orrak: Aren't we all in the same room...to save the Federation credits? Annika Sorenson: Yeah, that's what we booked. Annika Sorenson: Nice view though. Callista Tyrel: :: grabs Annika's elbow :: Yes Gila..That is it..and Annika is sweet enough to spot me... Callista Tyrel: :: begins to slowly exit the bar which is thankfully not far from their room :: Annika Sorenson: No problem. Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Mazelle> :::as he settles into his station::: Fleet orders, Commander? Cmdr JFarrington: @ Stand to, Lieutenant. Do not fire unless fired upon. Callista Tyrel: Gila..can you cover us...err lead the way? Cmdr JFarrington: @ Lt Mazelle> Aye, ma'am. Standing to. Gila Orrak: Let's go before I change my mind. Annika Sorenson: ::holds onto Callista and follows along:: Callista Tyrel: Thanks..:: follows Gila with Annika next to her :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::takes a break, allowing corpsman James to watch for a while::: Callista Tyrel: One thing I noticed....all those cops, scared the guys away.. :: follows Gila :: Gila Orrak: +Jaenke+ We are turning in. We are at the hotel. Annika Sorenson: ::Looks up at the large moon-lit night:: A nice night though. They were pretty big cops Cmdr JFarrington: (prepare to pause) Erich Jaenke: +Orrak+ Understood. I am... ugh, reading. Annika Sorenson: I'm kinda glad they're still around. Callista Tyrel: They were big but not cute....like fire guy. :: follows Gila to turn it in for the night :: Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you Cmdr JFarrington: Well done, all. Cmdr JFarrington: Questions or comments? Callista Tyrel: enjoyed it thanks! Annika Sorenson: It was fun. Cmdr JFarrington: Glad you enjoyed it. Cmdr JFarrington: TBS will be 1 hour, just to get us going. Cmdr JFarrington: Sound good? Cmdr JFarrington: If nothing else.... Cmdr JFarrington: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Callista Tyrel: goodnight! Cmdr JFarrington: And anyone who knows what "don't forget your towel" means gets an extra drink on me. Annika Sorenson: Yess Amanda Davis PhD: Good night everyone. Cmdr JFarrington: Annika, do you know what it came from? Annika Sorenson: From Hitch Hikers Cmdr JFarrington: And.... Cmdr JFarrington: What's with the towel? Annika Sorenson: Needed to get a ride in an alien spaceship. Cmdr JFarrington: Not exactly. Annika Sorenson: I have the book somewhere. Cmdr JFarrington: Work on it for next week. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, you need to wave it or something lol Annika Sorenson: Night! Cmdr JFarrington: Good night everyone. See you next time.
  27. Return to Reality Commander Jami Farrington, Starfleet Academy School of Medicine Temporarily Assigned to USS Manticore Commander Farrington stood outside Captain McFly’s ICU, a stark reminder of her presence aboard USS Manticore for over a decade. The light beep of electronics, punctuated occasionally by quiet conversation and the soft squeak of composite soles on the deck, brought her thoughts from one era to another. From fond memories to painful ones that she wished had never happened. She had come full circle. After fifteen years of covert operations aboard Manticore, Commander Farrington had accepted a position at Starfleet Academy’s School of Medicine. Five years later, Starfleet’s Surgeon General, Admiral Gren DeJariov, gave her orders for temporary duty aboard USS Manticore to instruct their medical personnel in the most recent equipment and procedures. But Manticore had a mind of her own. The ship could never be trusted. Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst, was Covert Operations Hooyah, and it held its course in this last deployment. Manticore’s present commanding officer, Captain Matt McFly, was in ICU, recovering from being tortured while in captivity aboard a Cardassian ship. Then, while Manticore was in orbit of New Las Vegas for shore leave, Executive Officer Commander Kenickie joined them and was soon incarcerated, charged with five counts of murder. With the majority of Manticore’s crew on planet, Commander Farrington was OIC: not exactly what she expected, but it happened. Manticore was like that. Things just... happened. Jami stood just outside Captain McFly’s ICU as Dr Davis monitored his condition. The doctor’s last report was that the captain was improving more quickly than expected. It was encouragement for all medical personnel, especially Dr Davis. A few minutes later, Jami was called to the bridge regarding information from the planet. The grape vine was going full swing, and the crew of Manticore, as well as the ship itself, could be in danger. Most ships in orbit were passenger ships for those who had a penchant for relaxation, gambling, and downing as much liquor as they could hold and then some. A few were cargo ships. The rest were not exactly the kind you’d want to get close to, and elbowing ships that were orbiting New Las Vegas was a given. There wasn’t much room to maneuver, which made it easy enough to ‘accidentally’ bump a ship out of orbit or try to fence it in and take it over—in this case, it would be Manticore, a Starfleet vessel, and would they just love to take down a ‘Fleeter. In reality, the other ships would be in more danger than they imagined. Manticore was classified as a tugboat, so the ships in orbit considered it a tugboat. Manticore was actually built for covert operations, and wouldn’t that be a surprise. Having experienced similar situations in hostile territory, Cdr Farrington called for yellow alert and informed Starfleet Command of the situation via encrypted subspace. “Power up tactical, Commander?” Lt Iris asked with a glance at Jami. “Tactical is always on standby, Lieutenant,” she replied as she settled into the command chair. “Call the tactical officer to the bridge. Going beyond that could cause a disaster.” “A disaster, ma’am?” asked the lieutenant, swallowing hard. “A disaster for them, Lieutenant. Not for us.”
  28. SD 0517.2020 Having returned to Starbase 46, Excalibur is undergoing repairs to its computer core. Initial leave for commissioned officers has been put on hold as command staff has ordered them to complete mandatory re-training on either first contact procedures (medical, science, security) or protocols for working with alien technology (operations and engineering). However, Swain and Stanton were called to an early morning meeting aboard the station, and rumors are circulating we will once again be shipped off to who knows where.
  29. Background Information for Senior Staff General Information on Toren III : Third planet in the Toren system. Located on the edge of the Pampiont region of space, near the Tamaran Empire and the Romulan Neutral Zone. Class-M, the planet is on the arid side with few large bodies of water and sparse vegetation. Rich in minerals, Toren III has a thriving mineral extraction business. Leading exports include raw dilithium, tritanium and trellium-D. The Toren have also established small outposts on several moons of the system’s gas giants, in addition to a trade depot orbiting Toren III’s second moon. Species Profile: The natives of Toren III are humanoid in appearance, with the exception of pronounced cartilaginous ridges on their cheeks and nictitating membranes. The Toren are a proud and free people, having forged a unified civilization despite their fierce independence. They are known for their tenacity and will, overcoming any trial that is set in their path and holding true to their views through most hardships. However, this also means that Torens are a stubborn and wilful people, difficult to lead and unwilling to accept views that differ with their own points of view without extensive debate and persuasion. Technological Profile: The Toren achieved warp technology in 2237. Technologically advanced, the Toren are roughly on par with other similarly situated species, including their neighbors the Tamarians and the Kaedwani, but lack the industrial base or population to support a large military. Toren Politics and History: The Federation have maintained trade relations with Toren III for many years; they are one of the oldest trading partners in the region. The consolidation of power within the Kaedwani Confederation and the continued rise of the Tamaran Empire forced the notoriously independent Toren to seek protectorate status in 2368. Since then, a small but growing seperatist movement has called for a reversal of such policies. A government proposal to apply for full-membership has caused these bubbling tensions to reach boiling point. The past six months have witnessed a series of large demonstrations and occasional violence, particularly in the planetary capital of Trehjet and the provinces of Jhen and Mauret. Toren III’s planetary government is divided into a senate and a single head of state, called a Parak. The Parak is the spokesman for the planetary government, and heads up all diplomatic affairs in the name of his people. When spoken to he is referred to simply as Parak (name); for example, Parak Joffies is the current head of state on Toren III.
  30. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is nearing Starbase 46 to begin untangling their computer core. Science has been working on a secret project for Swain, while Medical has been dealing with everyone being on knife edge after the last week or so. There's even reports we might get shoreleave, but at the rate this crew goes well, I wouldn't book a ticket to Risa. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is down in Engineering waiting for them to dock at the Starbase:: Cptn Swain: ::In the Captain's Mess, making a sandwich, to the annoyance of the galley staff who was making lunch for the Alpha shift:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, walking around:: Hakran K'hal: :: in his office with the data they don't have :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Amazed that he has any hair left:: Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives on the bridge for the final approach to the starbase, taking over from the ensign at helm. She looks pretty out of it or something like that. :: Rhan K'hal: :: enters sickbay - well rested and in no imminent danger of snoring :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in Hakran's office with the data they don't have. :: "We've been at it for a week. We have everything we can get out of this?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at the main viewer as the Starbase comes into view.:: Request a docking berth as soon as we're in range. And make certain their engineering department is standing by for repairs. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Had somehow got conned into a bridge shift as OOD, and is standing at the tactical station:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sees Rhan enter.:: Feeling better? Hakran K'hal: Yeah. I think we have everything we can get. Cptn Swain: ::He was still reading his betazoid romance novel, well the second book in the series, and he took it and his sandwich to the window to watch as the starbase came into view:: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Everything but my pride. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Taps a few buttons to alert his team to be on standby for docking:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: contacts the base for clearance :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Stanton:: I heard a rumor, Commander. Irene Mincine: Val> "Request a berth, and an on-call engineering department..." :: She hits some buttons on the console, which beeps unhappily. She starts over. :: "Sorry, Boss. Something's been up with my arm the past few days. Request acknowledged by the starbase." Hakran K'hal: With the cross-reference data, it definitely seems Romulan. But not official fleet or government traffic. But we just didn't have enough space to get a good triangulation on it. :: flat ears :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Taps her non-Federation padd. :: "We're not going to have more until we end up back there, which from what I hear isn't gonna be for a while." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances over at Rex, one brow lifting.:: What sort of rumor? Hakran K'hal: Maybe they have an old Miranda class to dump us onto. Maryse Dubois: Well that's a good start, anyways. Rhan K'hal: But I could use another blocker before a new headache kicks in, today's already been three kinds of hell. Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to a station, preparing a hypo.:: That bad, huh? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::smirks:: Well I heard that Starbase 46 has one of the better rec centers in this Sector and that we might get to actually see it. Cptn Swain: Rex> And more importantly, use it. Rhan K'hal: Doesn't help that in order to work on the computer core directly I have to keep going through engineering, and they're all following their Chief's lead on giving me laser eyes and cold shoulder. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's brow furrows. :: "I wasn't expecting Romulan data, that's for sure. Unofficial traffic? Tal'Shiar?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He snorted.:: After what happened at the last station? Don't count your chickens. William Chocox: ::looks over at Reynolds:: You doing ok Ensign? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Oh, we did fine. It's whoever screwed up the computer core I think's gonna end up on a Miranda." Irene Mincine: (sorry, chat froze) Hakran K'hal: :: shrugs :: Nothing like I've seen, and even asking Rhan to open a back channel for me to use for the cross-referencing, I wasn't able to match any known methodology. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Very innocently:: I don't know what you're talking about, Commander. It's not like we pawned the Captain's Book Collection or anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Excalibur is giving a berth and docks cleanly. A station engineering team requests entry. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Station engineering crew is at the hatch, requesting permission to board sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Yea, just... this is a mess. They're going to transfer us, aren't they? They have to... right? And demote us? I'm going to be scrubbing floors... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Permission granted. ::To Obee.:: Alert engineering they're on the way. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, Commander. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: grants the permission :: Maryse Dubois: Really? That doesn't seem like Will. ::Gives Rhan the injection.:: Irene Mincine: :: Val brings the engine to a stop. :: Val> "Mooring fields have engaged, external power connected." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Swivels to stare at Rex.:: No, not his books. Though, enough. You'll be lucky if he doesn't have those involved on scut duty for a while. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Station repair crew is on route. Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks into medical, padds in hand :: William Chocox: I'll give you Commander Hawthorne's contact information. She'll pull some strings for you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "You think whoever's gonna receive this data has a clue?" William Chocox: +Obee+ Thank you for letting me know Ensign. We'll be waiting for them. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Looks dubious.:: I thought she was even worse... Cptn Swain: Rex> I think he already hates me. Not sure why. Barely said two words to me before that whole incident. ::Considers:: I did date his husband once. But that was, years ago. Rhan K'hal: He's blaming me for doing what his Holy Hologram suggested on the piece of illegal equipment he asked me to broker the purchase of. :: shrugs :: Engineers, they work better with parts than people. Hakran K'hal: They must have been expecting something to send us out there to snoop in the first place. William Chocox: She'll protect you because I'll ask for it. And this would be, I think, the first favor I asked of her in my career. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns to join the conversation now that the ship's docked. :: "Before he was married to the captain or after?" Irene Mincine: Irene> "I wonder who knew there'd be something out there in the first place, though. I hate not knowing everything about our missions." Rhan K'hal: :: loosens shoulders :: Thanks, that feels better already. Cptn Swain: Rex> Before! They were broke up at the time, though, I knew as soon as I heard about him Arden was still heads over heels in love with him. I broke it off soon after. ::Considers:: Maybe he blames me for that. Cptn Swain: Rex> But then why take me on transfer? Rhan K'hal: So, assuming I'm not flattened by a Starfleet Steamroller once we're at station, do you want to see what 46 has available in recreation? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> To secretly torture you, of course. ::Smirks.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: No problem. Hopefully this will all blow over soon. How soon till we get back to the station? Irene Mincine: Val> "I think I came in on the same transfer. I hope he wasn't torturing me, too." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Captain, we've docked. Engineering teams have come aboard to help sort out our core. Maryse Dubois: And yeah, I would definitely love to get out of here for a while. Hakran K'hal: Me either. I never had to worry about this on the Copernicus. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I hope it doesn't come to that. ::Still looking miserably at the screen.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> Fair. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He swiveled to peer at Val.:: Why, did you date the Captain's husband, as well? Indaura Ryssan: Open spaces Doctor Dubois? William Chocox: Well, we'll see what happens. Rhan K'hal: :: checks his padd :: We've docked, but they haven't released any personnel leave orders. Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Understood. I think, given our last leave was only a few weeks ago the crew can manage. I want some readiness drills and training. All senior and junior officers are to complete Starfleet First Contact Protocols, and Engineering and Operations are to complete Starfleet Basic Trainings on Alien Technology. Maryse Dubois: Ah. I didn't realize we were so close. ::Looks to Indaura.:: Just need some fresh air, so to speak. Irene Mincine: Val> "What, when pilots like me had a life expectancy of 6 weeks during the war?" :: Hmphs. :: "I nailed everything that moved. Emotions just get in the way." Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Enlisted personnel may have limited leave at the discretion of their department NCO's. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: reels his jaw back in :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Well, now you're King of Science. And I guess I'm the 9 of Hearts of Science. Ah, maybe we'll get a little leave. My Day of Ascension's coming up, it'd be nice to spend it on a starbase instead of limping around the galaxy." Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ I trust you can see to the arrangements, Commander? Hakran K'hal: Interesting analogy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Of course, Captain. Stanton out. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Groans:: Rhan K'hal: I'm starting to realize how much I miss being on a planet. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I had to think on the spot, you know." Maryse Dubois: With as much as I've traveled, I don't know if I could get stuck on one planet for an extended amount of time. William Chocox: Where are those engineers? William Chocox: ::looks around:: Hakran K'hal: :: sits back :: Well, I suppose we might as well wrap this and send it to the Captain, we're not getting anything more done with it. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, let's get out of this office. I want to get off this ship for a few hours." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Rex with a grin.:: I told you. Spread the word. No leave for officers. And begin those drills. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Glumly:: Yes, sir. But you get to be the one to tell engineering and ::thumbs:: K'hal about their training. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Unhappily, to Stanton. :: "Oh, come on... I need the starbase's facilities to look at my screwed up arm." Hakran K'hal: Having absorbed some of Rhan's pessimism, I'm not so sure we'll get much of any time off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose from his seat to fetch himself a drink, throwing Val a glance as he passed.:: If you need medical leave, get permission from Dr. Dubois before visiting station medical. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::begins putting together the notice to department heads about the impending training and drills, sure that it will spread like wildfire:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: sends a note to Rhan about it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::Arrives with a buttload of equipment and a scowl.:: Who is in charge down here? Rhan K'hal: :: padd beeps :: What now? William Chocox: ::raises his hand:: over here. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls it out, reads the note from Ken :: Irene Mincine: :: Val nods. :: "Permission to seek permission to seek medical leave, sir." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> So... you can tell us what's going on? We heard something happened to your core. I thought this ship was brand new. Rhan K'hal: [REDACTED] William Chocox: We had an incident and there's an encrypted file on our core that we can't get rid of. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods to Val.:: Of course. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Stands up out of her roller chair and stretches out her back. :: "I'm sure we'll get *something*. They're understanding. Let's get this to whoever needs it." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Makes himself a cup of strong coffee and returns to his seat to begin crafting a missive to those that need proper training.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Thanks, Boss." :: She makes for the turbolift. :: Hakran K'hal: :: transfers the file just as the message from Rex beeps in :: Hakran K'hal: What have we here? Maryse Dubois: ::Glances at Rhan.:: That bad huh? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> What sort of encrypted file? Who put it there? ::He gestures for his crew to start setting up their equipment, and they soon take over the department.:: Hakran K'hal: All senior and junior officers to complete first contact protocols. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Incredulous. :: "You gotta be kidding. You mean I'm going to spend my Day of Ascension in a classroom going over _protocol_?" William Chocox: A big sort of encrypted file. It got put there as the result of a science experiment gone wrong. Rhan K'hal: They're gonna make all officers do first contact protocols, except for operations and engineering. We get to do basic training on alien technology. So I'm going to be sitting around on my butt being bored. Cptn Swain: Yudrin> ::Looks at Irene:: Maybe if you hadn't sold the Captain's bandana collection. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I didn't touch his bandanas!" :: She accentuates this point by banging her fist on a plastic panel, which collapses for a second and then pops back out like a car door. :: Hakran K'hal: :: tuts :: Maryse Dubois: Oh lovely... Hakran K'hal: :: Yudrin :: You get extra training for walking into my office without knocking first. Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives in sickbay, going up to the nearest orderly. :: "Dr. Dubois available?" Maryse Dubois: ::Notices Val and waves her over.:: Cptn Swain: Yudrin> ::smirks:: That's fine. ::hands him a PADD::: I thought you'd want to see this though. Looks like Captain Swain was also looking into the data and left some crumbs behind. Rhan K'hal: :: ear swivel :: You're going to be occupied in a moment, so I'll skedaddle. I guess let's at least try to catch dinner. I'll have to go sort out the rest of Operations. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> That is supremely unhelpful. You don't know the exact source? ::Plugging in a billion types of diagnostic devices.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Try to get along with Engineering. Irene Mincine: "Sir?" :: Looking to Hakran. :: "What's in there?" Rhan K'hal: The only one I have a grudge against has spots and is inside my computer. William Chocox: The less you know about the source the less trouble you'll get in. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the padd and looks through it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Smirking to himself, he read over his missive as he sent a cup of coffee before sending it on its way.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> All senior and junior officers receive a task to complete Starfleet First Contact Protocols by the end of the day. Additionally, Engineering and Operations are to complete Starfleet Basic Trainings on Alien Technology. Also by the end of the day. Rhan K'hal: :: waves at Val as he passes on his way out of sickbay :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Returns Rhan's wave and approaches Maryse. :: "Ah, good. I just need clearance for some medical leave. My synthetic arm has been acting up, imprecise movements, tremors, stuff like that. I wanted to get the station to take a look at it. They have specialist cyberneticists there." William Chocox: ::looks at his PADD:: Aren't these mutually exclusive? They're both 8 hour classes. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at her padd and sighs. :: "Well, that's official..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Throws Will a shocked look, but mutters to himself and settles down at one of the stations to start getting a look at the encryption.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, picking up her PADD. She begins inputting orders.:: At least someone will be able to get off this ship. ::Makes a couple more taps.:: All done. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Disappeared almost the moment that station engineering arrived to take over.:: Hakran K'hal: :: also gets that message :: Son of a Venelian swamp monkey. I guess we'll get to the new data after we get done with our homework. William Chocox: ::looks over at the Engineer:: Do you have something you want to say? Indaura Ryssan: : Looks at her padd :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Hotly at Will, though he didn't glance up from the console.:: Several things, in fact, but best not to say them where recording devices might be present. Irene Mincine: :: Val pulls her padd out of the pocket of her uniform pants and promptly drops it on the floor. :: "Yeah, see what I mean?" :: She picks it up with her other, human arm. :: "Saved by the permission slip. Thanks, doctor." Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Rhan K'hal: :: calls up the Trill Chief Petty Officer Yedraun Dirraan to relieve Obee on the bridge so the Ensign can do his assignment :: Maryse Dubois: No problem. Don't come back too early, or they might make you take the classes as well. Irene Mincine: Irene> "At least they're distance learning classes. I can do it in the science library." William Chocox: Well good day to you too. I'll make sure to not stop by when my transfer orders come through. Reynolds, we have homework to do. Go get yours done. ::goes into his office:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Oh, you know how doctors make you wait and wait..." :: With a smirk. :: Cptn Swain: << They have zoom, but don't tempt me to make everyone go to an in person holo lecture >> Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles:: Hurry up and get out of here. Irene Mincine: :: Val hurries out of sickbay and logs herself as on medical leave before she can get dragged to a class. She rushes onto the station through a docking port. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Slinks around the corner to join Will in the engineering lab.:: We should make that hologram take the class, too. ::Grumbling.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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