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  1. Yesterday
  2. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/18/20 = /\ = = /\ = 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 = /\ = TBS is 19.5 hours - the time is 0730 hours (7:30 am) Aegis Local. Aegis might be under attack from within. Security personnel are on watch for green plants. Not all plants are dangerous. Plant-altered DNA killed Pakleds. All still alive are quarantined. Annisha, Miana, and Alexa might know something. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping for the moment.:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Sierra Robinson: :: grabbing a quick cup of coffee at Liquids before her shift :: Alexis McFarland: ::also sleeping as well:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well:: Scott Coleridge: ((Why do I feel like there's a syllogism lurking there? "Some plants are green." "Some green plants are dangerous." "Some plants are dangerous.")) Chirakis: ::::in her office with a "do not disturb" sign::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Tarisa: ::Had stopped at her favorite breakfast stop to get a claw of the bear and a tea.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opening store front...:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finishing up her report regarding the Pakleds who have died and those who are now quarantined::: Sierra Robinson: :: exits Liquids and heads to engineering with a coffee to go :: Chirakis: :::the light above her office door turns green::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Tarisa: +Dran+ Lt. I have stopped at the pastry shop for breakfast. Would you like me to bring you something? Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ No, but thanks. Scott Coleridge: ::taking his station, checking on reports from last night:: Jylliene: ::Notes the green light, wonders idly whether Chirakis sleeps in her own quarters, ever, or if she perhaps catnaps standing in her office.:: Dacia Sandero: ::drinking tea:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finishes with a sigh, exits her office and places it on Mimi's desk::: Sierra Robinson: :: enters engineering and begins to get up to speed on the night's events :: Jylliene: ::returns her attention to her console:: Tarisa: +Dran+ Very well. I will be there soon. ::Makes her order, though she really didn't need to say much. She practically orders the same thing every morning.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to work, but very tired :: Chirakis: :::stands at the office door, then steps out to ware down the carpet::: Jylliene: ::pulls up the records to see when last any replacement carpet had been ordered:: Scott Coleridge: ::approves request from security for additional resources to help keep the Pakleds quarantined:: Sierra Robinson: :: checks atmospherics , noting the CnC may want an update :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He missed his morning juice...the coffee was was not the same :: Chirakis: ::stops at the window that overhangs the commerce deck:::: mimipavilion: ::signing off on the death certificates and sees the PADD that Amanda put on her desk:: Sad day Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the engineering deck :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: waters his marigolds in front of his store :: Chirakis: ::as she stands there, she scrutinizes everyone who passes on the commerce deck::: Tarisa: ::Takes her little bag and her tea and starts her usual walk through Commerce towards the TL.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::sighs, worn out::: Yes, Mimi. Very sad day. Tarisa: ::Gets a slight chill down her back and tail.:: Annisha: :: Tired off all these mornings.. :: Sierra Robinson: Good Morning sir. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns as she starts to wake up.:: Dacia Sandero: ::cleaning things up in Sickbay now that most of the Pakleds are gone:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stands at the main status console :: Amanda Davis PhD: There are two left who are still alive. :::sits::: And that makes me wonder how they can stay alive and the others can’t. Alexis McFarland: ::tosses to her side and opens her eyes, rubbing them:: mimipavilion: Good question. Chirakis: :::she pushes off from the window and continues her walk on the carpet, stopping next to Scott::: (w) Commander, when you have a moment, come to my office. Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to the labs.:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Nijil with her cup of coffee and a PADD :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the padd aside and starts some stretching exercises.:: Amanda Davis PhD: I've given them several tests, and they look the same as the ones who died. Scott Coleridge: ::nods:: I'll be right there. ::finishes up his current task:: mimipavilion: Hmmm... Chirakis: :::stops next to Jyl:: (w) Let me know if you have any information from the children. Jylliene: (w) Yes ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::yawns and crawls out of bed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Morning. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up, and starts getting ready for the day.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I could only have coffee :: tips his cup :: mimipavilion: We should look closer at their DNA. There has to be something there that we aren't seeing. Amanda Davis PhD: ::closes Mimi's door:: I can't find anything that is different from the others.... but I already said that. Hm… their DNA..... possibly. Tarisa: ::Arrives in the lab. Starts sipping at her tea.:: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles behind her mask :: Here is the report on Station PPM, and scrubbers. Sierra Robinson: :: Hands PADD to Nijil :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright... :: takes a look at the report :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: It was their DNA and the plant DNA that got us where we are. Chirakis: ::enters her office, leaving the door open::: Alexis McFarland: ::emerges from her bathroom and changes into something comfy:: mimipavilion: I know I didn't look deep enough, but I'm sure there's something there. Scott Coleridge: ::get up from his station and heads to Chirakis' office:: Jylliene, you have the conn. Chirakis: ::relaxing on the couch, she pages through information from October, from security, and from a few others:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::still stretching, picks up the padd to add another note:: Jylliene: Yes sir. Sierra Robinson: Better, but until all those plants are gone. :: leaves the rest unsaid :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: You wanted to see me, Captain? Annisha: :: Bummed she does not get to play with the seeds :: Tarisa: Morning exercise? ::Sets her cup down as she gets into her bag for her pastry.:: Chirakis: ::looks up::: Yes, Commander. Close the door and have a seat. Scott Coleridge: ::follows instructions, taking a seat in a chair across from the couch:: Jylliene: ::sends Chirakis a quick message:: Chirakis: :::puts aside her tablet and presses the security button. Green light turns to blue::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Just trying to stretch. I was up late with so many experiments going. Plants, soil samples, now some seeds. A lot going on. Tae'Lynn Dran: I need a swim. Chirakis: Commander...... ::::long pause to think::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, I was so distracted. Good job on the plantworks. Sierra Robinson: With your permission I would like to contact Science and try to get some sort of compound the internal scanners can lock onto to facilitate transporting. Tarisa: That sounds nice. ::Starts eating.:: I heard that we had picked up some seeds now. Sierra Robinson: Family okay sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure, my daughter had seeds given to her by a Pakled, so they may be able to find something there. Chirakis: It is very possible that we are being held hostage by Ragor Tal. ... Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. Going through normal scans and cataloging of them now. Sierra Robinson: Gosh she did not eat any did she? Scott Coleridge: ::listens to the theory:: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes up her breakfast:: Sierra Robinson: :: a quick adjustment of her mask and she finishes her coffee :: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she was going to look at them close up, maybe grow one in a chamber Chirakis: Something will happen, it will be fixed, then something else will happen, and on it goes. His marks are all over it. However... he will never emerge. He leaves his personnel to do the dirty work. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He had yet to shake his Yith accent. If anyone found it strange they kept silent :: Chirakis: ...and most of what is happening is inside the station. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Any theories? Annisha: :: Gets dressed and starts to head out for the day :: Scott Coleridge: Even for Tal this seems, I don’t know, convoluted. And using Pakleds? Sierra Robinson: Anything else I can help you with at the moment sir? Chirakis: :::slight smirk::: Pakleds are useful because it throws us off the trail and because of their ignorance. Amanda Davis PhD: Not really, Mimi. Amanda Davis PhD: I wish I knew more... or had more. Chirakis: Or, at least, it would seem that the Pakleds are ignorant of everything, when they might not be. Nijil tr'Korjata: Unless you can do time and space travel, no. This empty feeling will need to pass. Chirakis: I have spoken to Admiral Solokov. He believes the same, as does SI-5 Director Torak. Tarisa: Anything unusual so far? ::Washing her pastry down with her tea.:: mimipavilion: I know the feeling. After I get these death certificates dealt with I'll take a closer look at the remaining Pakleds DNA, hopefully I can find something useful. Sierra Robinson: I don't have that power yet sir...maybe in the future. :: another unseen smile :: Chirakis: You are always vigilant, Commander. Keep it that way. Chirakis: Thoughts? Sierra Robinson: Okay Lemme get to work on contacting science. Nijil tr'Korjata: Or the past. I.. showed them how transporters worked. So I suppose they could transport me or them. Scott Coleridge: I’ll do my best. Security has the quarantine well in hand. Medical is still investigating the interaction between the Pakleds’ DNA and the plants. Scott Coleridge: I guess I think we should consider what the next move would be. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes breakfast, sipping on some juice:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing yet. Normally I'd just plant one and see what grew but given recent events I believe I will run a hypothetical growth simulation first, once all the scans are completed. Dacia Sandero: ::in the medical lab, doing over some Pakleds DNA samples:: Sierra Robinson: That would be an interesting field trip for myself. Amanda Davis PhD: :::nods::: I'll keep watch on the Pakleds that are still alive and don't seem to have a problem with their DNA. Nijil tr'Korjata: ::: looks at the display :: This cleanup will take some time. Chirakis: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Better to be safe. Tae'Lynn Dran: Simulated plagues are much easier to clean up anyways. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Smiles:: Indeed. Sierra Robinson: Indeed....:: walks over to communications bay :: Scott Coleridge: I don't have any bright ideas on that front yet. Sierra Robinson: + Science + Engineering to Science Chirakis: Nor do I... Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: +Engineering+ Go ahead. Chirakis: However, there are clandestine personnel on the station. They keep close watches. Either you or I will receive a message. You will not know from whence it came, but there will be a code attached. Only you and I will have that information. Sierra Robinson: + Science + Lt jg Robinson speaking, have we been able to isolate any molecular compound unique to the invasive plant brought aboard the station? Alexis McFarland: ::on her bed, readings a PADD:: Chirakis: They will look and act like ordinary people throughout the station. Sierra Robinson: + Science + We are looking for something the internal sensor array can use to target the offensive plants for transport. Scott Coleridge: I thought that merchant was looking at me funny the other day. Chirakis: That merchant? Tarisa: +Sierra+ I will send you the specs I used when we first began targeting them. Amanda Davis PhD: :::checks the patients who seem to be healing::: Scott Coleridge: Yeah, a merchant on the commerce level. Gave me a funny look as I walked by. Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + Thank you. I'll contact you for questions. Tarisa: +Sierra+ Understood. :;Walks over to a console, and begins sends the data to Engineering.:: Alexis McFarland: ::wonders what Miana is up to:: Chirakis: If you saw him again, would you recognize him? Sierra Robinson: :: Hopes she can get the internal sensor arrays something to lock on unique to the plant to beam the blasted things into space :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Had just finished breakfast and was ready to run around.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: looks on at what looks to be another no business day while in his store :: Alexis McFarland: ::heads out of her room and over to Miana's:: mimipavilion: ::finishes the death certificates and takes a closer, in-depth look at the DNA samples of the Pakleds:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Almost crashes into Alexis as she was doing the same.:: Yay! Alexis McFarland: Oof. Miana ::smiles, hugs:: Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.: Alexis McFarland: Hey, full of energy again. Sierra Robinson: :: begins PADDworm work reading science data :: Scott Coleridge: Oh, probably not. Chirakis: ::nod::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well.... Chirakis: TBS will be noon - 1200 or 12:00 Chirakis: Commander, any thoughts? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Besides exhaustion. Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  3. Last week
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |18 September 2020 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 TBS is 19.5 hours - the time is 0730 hours (7:30 am) Aegis Local. Security personnel are on watch for deadly green plants. As soon as the Pakleds ate the plants, it altered their DNA and killed them. All Pakleds, whether or not they ate the plants, are quarantined. Annisha, Miana, and Alexa might know something about the plants. Some plants are dangerous; others are not. It is possible that Aegis is under attack from within.
  5. Growth of an Empire II “Green man say eat plant. Taste good. Get information.” The security complex had been active throughout the night, hunting down anyone who might, even remotely, look for the Pakleds’ “green man”. At 0630, Lt Jeremy Garand entered the security squad room to pass the latest information from night patrol to alpha patrol at 0700. Captain Chirakis slipped in behind him, hoping that she would not disturb the lieutenant’s report. It didn’t work. Within seconds, every security guard in the room almost overturned a chair and stood to full attention. Garand nodded with a glance at Kirel. Kirel crossed her arms, walked slowly to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. “As you were. Proceed, Lieutenant.” A screeee of chairs moved across the decking as the guards settled down. “Very well, Captain,” Garand replied as he plunked his PADD on the podium and began with, “Listen up.” “I’m sure you’re aware of the Pakleds who have been quarantined. Unfortunately, most of them have died. Just before one died, he said that a green man had given them the green plants that you probably have seen in several areas of the station. The green man encouraged them to eat the plants and gather information. Now….” Garand leaned against the podium for their full attention. “If you see one of those plants, do… not… touch it. Do not allow anyone else to touch it. If you see even a piece of that plant, leave it alone. Cordon it off and report it immediately. Understood?” “YES, SIR.” “As for the dealer… the one who gave the Pakleds the plant?” Garand threw up his hands. “The dealer could have been an impostor. He could be a she or could have been masked with green paint. We don’t know. What we do know is to be vigilant. If you see anyone even brushing against a plant, take them immediately to medical. Carry your medkits and gloves at all times. Do not attempt to provide medical care. Leave that to the corpsmen. “Questions?” “Yes, sir,” a tall focused woman stood. “I understand that decks 98 and plants found growing in the arboretum have been neutralized. Are there other areas we should patrol?” “If you find any plants that have not been neutralized, standard procedure, Lieutenant. Cordon them off, report, wait for medical, and then investigate. Anyone else…? “Very well, the rest of your patrol information is on your PADD or tablet—whichever you use. If nothing else, move out.” As soon as the teams moved out, Kirel walked to the security office in step with Garand. “I’m sending a report to October, Lieutenant,” she said as soon as the door closed. “I believe that there is more to this than Pakleds and plants.”
  6. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1087, STARDATE 52009.14 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. While not taken seriously by the crew the Commander ends up falling unconscious. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1087, STARDATE 52009.14 = /\ = 2009014.log
  7. Secret Agent Callista (Note: The following occurs recently but is independent of our current plot) The throne room was dimly lit with torches mounted on what appeared to be golden floor lamps. Tall black marble columns supported the ceiling which appeared to have latinum bars embedded into it. The floor was also of black polished marble with a prominent row of gold tiles leading up to the throne itself. On that throne, was an opulently dressed Ferengi with two well dressed Bolian henchmen, one on each side. Callista looked forward, her wrists handcuffed behind her. She was secured to a stone pillory that looked out of place in such an opulent room. Her black tactical suit almost blended in with the floor in its color, but it apparently was not dark enough not to remain unseen. A sinister laugh came from the familiar Ferengi before. It was Mork the Sentient Cooker. “So Ms. Starflleet did you think you could just enter my lair on your wits alone to plunder my treasures? Well not this time! I have not forgotten your Federation’s raid on my exquisite culinary storerooms. I tripled security at all my properties including here at my Latinum Nest. So, what WERE you after this time? “ Mork asked. “You stole something capable of imploding the galaxy you idiot!” Callista answered. “Why else would I be here? That little rock on your ring is not a jewel. It has a very technical term. Would you like me to enlighten you? She said bluntly as she could. Callista was taking advantage of Mork’s longwindedness while using a tool agent K provided her to unlock the handcuffs securing her to the pillory. Just a few more seconds were required. Wait..did he just call me Ms. Starfleet? “I know what this is, Ms. Starfleet.” Mork proudly displayed his ring. “ And I did not steal the Uberlithium crystal, I bought it! Mork replied with a snivel and began laughing. “And now I have something else, a tasty new morsel to shish kabob over a grill. You!!! Guards take her to my seasoning room!!” Before the two latinum threaded Bolian thugs could lay a hand on her, Callista had already freed herself. She quickly sprinted for the nearest floor lamp and lifted it knocking over the torch and began to spin it over her head. “Get her you Morons!!!!” Mork commanded as he rose. The Bolians charged with golden stun batons. Callista almost superhumanly attacked the first Bolian with a well placed swat to the head knocking him to the floor unconscious. The second Bolian did not have a chance to respond as the black clad Starfleet engineer swung her improvised weapon behind his knees causing him to fall backwards. The finishing blow came to the second Bolian’s head via the lampstand’s base. Somehow after that combination, “ Ms. Starfleet '' finished with a superhero landing. “Well never let employees finish an employer’s job!.” Mork exclaimed while revealing what appeared to be a disrupter made of latinum. He aimed the weapon at Callista with a big smile on his face. “ I would have preferred to roast you over a fire pit Ms. Starfleet. Maybe with some soy sauce and sprinkled with.... Before Mork could finish his diabolical recipe, Callista reached for her tactical knife in her black boot and threw it with all she could. The blade flew straight into Mork’s forehead, sending the Ferengi stumbling back into his jewel encrusted throne. “Gordon Ramsey was going to..” Mork was unable to finish the sentence before he breathed his last. Callista approached the throne to quickly retrieve her objective, the Uberlithium crystal mounted on Mork’s ring. After a few gentle tugs she removed the ring and checked the crystal’s authenticity. The unique purple pulsing of the crystal in response to localized graviton imbalances indicated Mork was not wearing a fake. It was mesmerizing, in size and beauty but extremely dangerous in the hands of one who wanted to weaponize it. She quickly secured the ring a mission designed pocket on her suit. It was time to go.. Suddenly a loud klaxon sounded in the throne room and an audible countdown began. Callista ran as fast as she could to the exit. Oddly it seemed as if she was running in place while the alarm became louder and louder. Lieutenant Tyrel finally woke up and deactivated the familiar chrono which displayed 0700 . Callista caught her breath and let her heartrate return to normal before resting her head on her pillow for a moment. The ceiling was not made of gold pressed latinum in her quarters, just that Starfleet standard beige paint. Reality had returned. “Ms. Starfleet..yeah right.” Callista sighed and followed with a smile.. It was only a dream but a good one. ( RIP Diana Rigg )
  8. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1087, STARDATE 52009.14 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. While not taken seriously by the crew the Commander ends up falling unconscious. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1087, STARDATE 52009.14 = /\ =
  9. SD 0913.2020 So, things are not going exactly according to plan, but you know when has an Excalibur mission actually gone according to plan? 2006? Anyway, Rex is returning for the possibly crippled shuttle to see what's next while Team Irene continues their adventure. Also Maryse has continued to be the Good Doctor and has been treating one of the science expedition members who broke their leg digging a latrine. Questions?
  10. MISSION BRIEF: On the planet, we have a new. situation. -- the shuttle's power supply is seemingly having the same problem as the science team's battery. Meanwhile, Irene and Indura are going on an adventure. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: @Rex>. ::On the shuttle, frowning:: Not great. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene catches up to the group of scientists going to the excavation. She's got a survival pack slung across her back, just in case. :: "Ready to go." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Banging away at the comms unit, very glad he had something to occupy him. Going into the caverns wasn't his idea of fun.:: William Chocox: @+Rex+ Were you able to get a message out? Indaura Ryssan: # Let's go then. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ Won't be able to tell, I've powered down most of the systems and put everything on standby. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> ::Waiting at the mouth of the cavern for the scientists, in a discussion with two others from her team. She glanced up as they arrived, eyebrows lifting.:: Ah, I see you come prepared. ::She tipped her head toward the mouth of the cavern.:: I hope you're both alright with being underground. William Chocox: @+Rex+ Understood. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ Anything else I should do? William Chocox: @+Rex+ Not that I can think of at the moment. This makes no sense to me. Irene Mincine: # "Underground's fine with me." :: She bounces the survival pack. :: "I don't want to get caught without water or survival rations underground, after all." :: Irene looks excited to see whatever it is the science team's gonna show them. :: Cptn Swain: @Rex>+Will+ Alright. I am heading back. Indaura Ryssan: # There's a lot of that on Denobula. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Walking around the camp.:: William Chocox: @+Rex+ We'll be looking for you. Cptn Swain: << afk a. second >> William Chocox: @::turns to Maryse:: This is not good, if the shuttle's down, we're not getting off this rock any time soon. I knew this was too easy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> ::Leads the way into the cavern. It was spacious, with a huge domed ceiling arching above and a smattering of stalagmites and stalactites. Lighted markers flanked the path that led deeper into the system and sloped slightly downward. She glanced back as they walked.:: This initial cavern was discovered several years ago, but no one explored the inner system until recently. Cptn Swain: << Hey gang, I am not feeling great. Going to bow out. Have a good week! >> Indaura Ryssan: (My chat is not refreshing) William Chocox: ((You too! And yeah, I've had to refresh mine a bunch.)) Irene Mincine: # "I should have brought along a geologist." :: She follows Dr. Harris into the cave system and along the lighted path. :: "This is a pretty big antechamber. How deep does the inner system go?" :: She's shining the light around to get a good look at the rock formations, even if it's not her specialty. :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Scanning and scanning :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> Oh, the entire system isn't yet mapped, but what we explored so far has gone several hundred kilos down. We're going to one of the lowest levels today. ::At the rear of the cavern, they'd installed a lift that was little more than a platform and railing. Harris waved them on.:: Keep your limbs inside of the lift at all times. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Makes sure her hands are to her sides :: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene stands near the center of the lift. :: "Does this go all the way down?" :: She was just thinking about how it's a long way up if this rickety thing breaks down. :: Indaura Ryssan: # This would take a long time to descend. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> ::Activates the lift and they travel down, down, down.:: Yes, but the trip only takes a few minutes up or down. ::As the lift began to move, they were treated to views of other levels, other caverns and tunnels. Some were lit, others darkness, but it was clear that the system was vast.:: The first explorers had to descend with crude climbing equipment, then with anti-gravs. Thankfully, we've upgraded. Indaura Ryssan: # Have the teams found anything down here yet? Irene Mincine: # :: She watches the various caves go by... :: "Oh, yeah, definitely glad you've upgraded. What's the composition of the rock? Anything active or that screws up equipment down this far?" :: She's carefully maintaining her balance away from the edges of the lift. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> Yes, we've several geological samples and the microbes. ::She held her hands before her as they descended.:: Nothing from the surface can penetrate the lower levels. Whatever interference exists there doesn't have any impact on our equipment. Irene Mincine: # "That's good to hear." :: Irene loosens up a bit and looks up at the now quite far away cave ceiling. :: "I hope everything's going all right with the other team. I'd hate to go off on an expedition if we're in a critical situation they haven't told us about." William Chocox: @::while waiting for Rex, William continues fiddling with the battery stuff:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> Our planetary comms are working, so they'll be able to reach the ground team if they need. The comms work down here, as well. ::She gestured as the lift came to a halt. The cavern system beyond was nothing like those above. It was a crystalline structure with huge formations jutting out from the walls, ceiling, and floor. Most of the crystals were pale blue and purple.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Frustrated with his task, he muttered under his breath and leaned back, trying his comms.:: +Chocox+ Reynolds to Chocox. Any luck, Chief? Irene Mincine: # :: The abrupt change from rock to crystal definitely caught her attention and she whipped out her tricorder as soon as the lift stopped. :: "What the hell is all this? It's beautiful, but what _is_ it?" William Chocox: @+Reynolds+ I've got a shield emitter up to try to keep the radiation at bay. It should be cleared up soon over here. Hopefully that helps with the energy draining problems. How's it going on your end? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> +Chocox+ Not good, sir. I've got an emitter going, as well, but the comms unit is completely dead. We need some way to recharge or replace it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Dr. Noel Harris> ::She smiled smugly.:: Yes, it is quite striking, isn't it? We don't know how these were formed. We believe there was once an underground ocean here. This is where we found the microbes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning. )) Irene Mincine: # :: Irene hrmed at Dr. Harris, looking over her tricorder readings. :: "Well, they could excrete minerals that form crystal lattices such as these given enough time, but on a microscopic scale, not systems like these..." :: Her head was going a million miles a second working out the problem, now. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( And... )) Indaura Ryssan: # :: Remaining rather silent as they continued on :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  11. New plot! A massively destructive energy pulse is headed to an inhabited system. It looks like it is coming (at the speed of light) from another system, but, when Arcadia gets there, that system is also wiped of life. chatlog2020-8-30.txt
  12. Earlier
  13. Chirakis: Attention to orders! Chirakis: Commander Pavilion, front and center. mimipavilion: ::steps forward:: Chirakis: Commander Pavilion, there is only one way that I can say this... Chirakis: You have been aboard Aegis for a few years, as we all know. 650 sims to be exact. And you have reached the pinnacle of all those aboard... Chirakis: In your 650 sims, you have lost only one day, and that to me is amazing beyond words. Chirakis: You have earned several oak leaves.... the present one being gold. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, if you will do the honor.... Scott Coleridge: ::opens the box to display the gleaming, lustrous brilliance of the Gold Oak Leaf:: Scott Coleridge: ::carefully removes the leaf from the box and gently pins it to Mimi's uniform:: Chirakis: It has been our honor to have you aboard, Doctor. May you be here for many more years. :::shakes her hand::: mimipavilion: ::shakes Chirakis' hand:: = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/11/20 = /\ = = /\ = 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 = /\ = TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Security stands double watch in areas off limits. A dying Pakled said, "Green man say eat plant, get information." All Pakleds have been tested and quarantined. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. SF Command has brought clandestine operators aboard. At sim begin, we will enter the conference room. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::enters conference room:: Chirakis: ::exits her office with Captain Kelley and brings him into the conference room::: Sierra Robinson: :: watching engineering :: mimipavilion: :: enters the conference room:: Tarisa: ::Takes a seat in the CR.:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still running around in the park.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil could simply not shake this feeling of isolation, even after being back to his only body. The conference with all of his colleagues surrounding him might just help...might :: Chirakis: (Let's make this everyone tonight) Alexis McFarland: ::running around with Miana:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::stands by a chair::: Dacia Sandero: ::magic edits herself into a seat in the conference room:: Chirakis: (except for the children) Alexis McFarland: (aww) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne sat in the back of the conference room, just realizing he was holding a mug of coffee in his hand. His constant intake of the brown liquid was far more than second nature :: Sierra Robinson: :: magic edits herself to sit next to Nijil with a PADD ready to assist. She still has a mask on to safeguard her allergic issues with the plants :: Annisha: :: Around with her friends :: Hey, let's sit at a table. Chirakis: ::enters the conference room::: If you have not met him, Captain Kelley of USS Iowa will be with us this afternoon. Captain Kelley directs Task Force Beta, now docked at Aegis. :::waves him into the chair next to her::: Scott Coleridge: ::in the conference room, interested to hear updates and bring different ideas together:: Alexis McFarland: ::stops and looks at Annisha:: At Blubby's? I am getting a bit hungry running around. Annisha: Sounds good. Amanda Davis PhD: ::sitting in the background::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops at the mention of food.:: Yay! Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes his seat. It reminded him of a speech he had to make as someone else, on a subject he scarcely knew :: Dacia Sandero: ::watches the screen quietly:: Chirakis: ::glances around, resting her arms on the desk::: We have much to talk about and deal with this afternoon. Several things have happened and will probably continue to happen. However, we will do our best to take control. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: inside his store..everything quiet :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Glances at his PADD. It displayed all manner of repair issues :: Annisha: :: Heading to The Blub :: Jylliene: ::sitting and listening:: Alexis McFarland: ::follows Annisha and Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens, looking at Jylliene across the way :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Hums as she walks.:: Annisha: :: Blubby's :: Table for three please. Chirakis: We are going to discuss the latest situation on station beginning with Dr Pavilion. Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::still somewhat sad about the Pakleds who passed::: Dacia Sandero: ::feels sad about them as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward:: Chirakis: Kelley> ::relaxes in his chair, listening::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: It looks like the plants that were brought on by the Pakleds were engineered to kill. Once the plants were consumed by the Pakleds, it started altering their DNA, basically killing them from within. I conferred this with Lt. Cmdr. Duella. It looks like a possible foothold situation. Annisha: :: Sits at a table at Blubby's :: Alexis McFarland: ::sits as well, orders a Bacon Blubby Burger with cheese, rings and a drink:: Chirakis: Explain "foothold situation" please, Doctor. Sierra Robinson: :: jots notes on her PADD :: Scott Coleridge: ::shocking news:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits at the table after ordering.:: mimipavilion: A foothold situation is where an aggressor has control of the enemy's base or installation of some kind. Amanda Davis PhD: ::taking notes::: Chirakis: I see. :::looks to Tarisa::: Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listening to the foothold explanation :: Chirakis: Kelley> :::stunned at what he is hearing::: Alexis McFarland: ::gets her food and takes a bite:: Tarisa: ::Ear twitches.:: Yes, it is highly possible that another force used the Pakleds for an unknown agenda. Whether it was to spread the plants themselves, or another unknown target. But we believe that the plants were used as a means to dispose of the Pakleds once their task was done. Given the Pakleds' nature, it is very likely they did not even know what the goal was. Jylliene: ::figures this means the Pakleds were an innocent carrier:: Sierra Robinson: :: thinks Biological warfare :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens quietly and surmises the same thing:: mimipavilion: ::raises hand:: Chirakis: Yes, Doctor? Annisha: :: Eats :: So... Tarisa: Fortunately most of the plants have been removed, thanks to Lt. Dran's discovery. But there is still a chance more are undiscovered. Alexis McFarland: ::glances over at Annisha:: Tarisa: ::pauses:: mimipavilion: It would explain why one of the deceased Pakleds said "Green man say eat plant, get information”. Tarisa: Miana> ::Also gets her food and digs in.:: Chirakis: Green man.... Alexis McFarland: What's up Amanda Davis PhD: As in Orion, I believe, Captain. mimipavilion: Yes, 'Green man.' Dacia Sandero: ::thinks of a few races that fit the bill:: That was my thought too. Amanda Davis PhD: The only species I know of that is completely green. Chirakis: ::::looks to Scott::: Did your team have anything like that on deck 98? Scott Coleridge: There were no Pakleds on Deck 98, just plant infestation. It's unclear how the plants got there. Sierra Robinson: Whoever tipped us off to what was on Deck 98 might know. Chirakis: :::a moment of thought, she nods at Sierra before asking::: Does anyone have an idea how this might have happened? How the plants might have... Tarisa: I believe it was someone who talked to the children. Chirakis: :::Tarisa::: Talked to the children? Dacia Sandero: ::chimes in:: Yes, that's right. One of the Pakleds told this to Alexis in the turbolifts. Dacia Sandero: That's how we found out about the stash of plants in Deck 98. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Miana only mentioned a big scary man, but she fears most strangers. Annisha: So, I was thinking of learning about botany. I have these magic beans here. :: shakes her sealed container :: Alexis McFarland: Botany? I never figured you as the botanist type. Tarisa: Miana> Oooo Alexis McFarland: Will they grow into a giant beanstalk? Annisha: Something I can do on the side. Annisha: Only if you water it enough. Chirakis: ::leans back, then looks to Cayne::: Commander, has security noticed anything like that? Chirakis: :::lockdown is in her thoughts::: Sierra Robinson: :: takes notes :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There are many people on the station, some would consider scary, including me. If these children saw someone they could narrow down the likeness. Dacia Sandero: I mean Alexis projected what he looked like to me, but he looked like any other Pakled to be honest. Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene::: Commander Kital, has Annisha mentioned anything like that? Tarisa: Miana might be able to tell by scent. Even the same species carries different variances. Chirakis: ::nod to Tarisa::: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I'm sure Alexis could tell who it was if she saw him again. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Alexis, you mean the girls? Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: Sounds interesting. Tarisa: Miana> ::Small Sneeze. She pauses for a moment, then continues eating.:: Chirakis: :::holds up a hand to the others::: Alexis McFarland: Bless you. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Happy nod.:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: She's mentioned the Pakleds in general, but nothing much more. She had seen them giving away trinkets. Chirakis: ::a thought, then a suggestion::: Those of you who have children.... find a way to get information from them. See if there is anything that might be related to this particular person or persons. Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at the captain:: Chirakis: Dr. Sandero? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Interrogate them and don't skip any detail. Chirakis: :::turns::: Definitely not, Commander Cayne. That will get us nowhere. Chirakis: The children must be handled lightly. Not interrogated. Sierra Robinson: :: is relieved :: Dacia Sandero: I agree. I'll see if I can speak with Alexis later today. Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: :::sighs, leaning forward::: Security is on double duty. All Pakleds are in quarantine... and let us hope that no more of them die. Chirakis: ::looks around the table::: Anything else we should approach? Annisha: :: Eats :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating as well:: Yummy Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Raises his hand :: Chirakis: Very well... I have a few things you should know about that do not go outside this conference room. ::turns::: Commander Korjata? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: in an accent :: Engineering related. The station sensors and environmental are working overtime, but we can't account for every plant particulate at this time. Please be aware. Dacia Sandero: ::nods and looks over at Nijil:: Sierra Robinson: :: takes notes :: Chirakis: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Even he knew he sounds different, turned a bit greener :: mimipavilion: ::sees Nijil turn a bit greener::softly:: You ok Nijil? Chirakis: As for my comment, there are two ways to conquer the Joint Allied Powers. The first is obvious, and that is to go to war. The second is more subtle.... to approach from the inside. I believe that is happening now. Chirakis: Any other questions or comments? Scott Coleridge: How long can we keep the Pakleds in quarantine? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: soft :: It's Yith doctor. I'm still speaking Yith. Sierra Robinson: Sir? :: leans forward concerned about her superior :: Chirakis: Until medical decides otherwise. Chirakis: Anyone else? mimipavilion: ::Nods to Nijil:: Chirakis: Remember that nothing goes outside this room. Chirakis: What is said here stays here. Chirakis: If needed, you may approach me in my office. Chirakis: Otherwise, dismissed. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: :: stands and approaches Nijil :: Feeling Yith Chief? Chirakis: ::stands, as does Kelley::: Chirakis: :::waiting for them to exit::: mimipavilion: ::stands and leaves:: Tarisa: ::Leaves the room.:: Jylliene: ::glances back at Nijil, leaves, but waits outside the conference room door:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be next day at 7:30 am Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Sierra Robinson: None tonight.. Chirakis: Comments from the XO? Chirakis: One comment from me... Chirakis: Thank you for the log, Mimi, and for your duty aboard Aegis for 650 consecutive sims, or 13 years. Chirakis: Very well done. Scott Coleridge: No comments from me. But yes, Mimi is an icon. Alexis McFarland: Yay mimipavilion: thanks and no problem. Chirakis: Then we must give her some problems. Must keep her busy. Chirakis: ::grin::: Chirakis: Very well, if nothing else.... Nijil tr'Korjata: Night all Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |11 September 2020 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Security is keeping a close watch on anyone going to or from secured areas of the station. Pakleds were trying to sell very important areas of the station, though they had no idea what they were selling. For security reasons, only Chirakis, Coleridge, and Garand know. Several Pakleds have died. One told Dr Davis, “Green man... Say okay. Eat...plant. Get... infor….” before he died. The rest have been tested and quarantined. Some of the deadly plants on station seem to have been engineered to change the DNA of the Pakleds. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. Clandestine operators will be on station to keep a close watch and report to Captain Chirakis.
  15. The Growth of an Empire On the first day of the year 2387 a new universe emerged. Determined to conquer the universe, the Breen fashioned what they believed to be a perfect subspace corridor—one that would allow them to disappear into subspace, suddenly appear and take over Aegis, then move on to take over the Joint Allied Powers. They would control the universe. In their mind, it was the perfect ploy. However, entering subspace was one thing. Exiting subspace was another. Locked in subspace, the Breen vanished, never to be heard from again. Word soon spread throughout the Joint Allied Powers. They could now breathe a sigh of relief. There would no longer be a problem with the Breen… except for the problem of freed Breen slaves. No longer slaves, some returned to their homes to enjoy a relaxed, simple life. Others formed groups of marauders, bandits, looters, and the like. Unfortunately, there were more of the latter, led by an exceptionally clandestine operator by the name of Ragor Tal. On the 22nd day of October in the year 2387, a new Sky Harbor Aegis was moved into the neutral zone between the Joint Allied Powers and former Breen space. Border Patrol ships USS Missouri, USS Iowa, USS Calgary, and USS Toronto along with their substantial Task Forces secured that area of space as much as possible. Security on station grew exponentially, but that did not deter Ragor Tal. First came the Argesil Conspiracy: the Joint Allied Powers’ Watergate. Then came the disappearance of the USS Vladivostok, an Oberth class science vessel that explored areas of high radiation, stellar prominences, and emission nebulae. Then USS Byron, a stealth destroyer was destroyed, Nei’rrh and Argos II were rescued from a nebular burst, Aegis experienced a technological virus—reason unknown, the Pakleds came on station to look for a place to live, and deadly plants began to emerge on station…. Kirel's office door secured and her hands pressed together, she sighed into a relaxed position and closed her eyes to consider the past, the present, and the possible future. “Captain Chirakis, Captain Kelley is here to see you, ma’am,” interrupted her thoughts. A glance at the security screen and she sighed. “Send him in,” she replied, pushing herself slowly away from the desk toward the liquor cabinet. Kelley always enjoyed a good ale. He stepped in, the door closed, and he crept slowly toward the cabinet. “Hey. Kir. You okay?” “I look that bad?” She forced a grin. “Well, you don’t look that bad. But you’ve looked better.” “Ale, Terran beer, cognac,... enl’licdh’a?” “Ale works,” he replied, walking toward the window to stare at the Iowa. “Had a few bad days, I hear.” Kirel handed him the ale and leaned against the window with her enl’licdh’a. “A few problems. Nothing we cannot handle.” “A few….?” “A few,” she responded, downing her drink “We have a command conference in... five minutes. Care to join us?” “Sure,” he responded on a shrug. “Gonna be interesting?” “Very.”
  16. Memo: Possible Foothold To: Captain Chirakis Kirel and Commander Scott Coleridge From: Commander Mimi Pavilion, M.D. After analysing the combined dna structure between the Pakleds and the unknown plants and comparing them to the original structure, the plants seem to be engineered to rewrite the Pakled dna to kill. To what full effect is currently unknown. I have conferred this possibility with Lt. Cmdr. Tarisa Duella.
  17. Memo: Possible Foothold To: Captain Chirakis Kirel and Commander Scott Coleridge From: Commander Mimi Pavilion, M.D. After analysing the combined dna structure between the Pakleds and the unknown plants and comparing them to the original structure, the plants seem to be engineered to rewrite the Pakled dna to kill. To what full effect is currently unknown. I have conferred this possibility with Lt. Cmdr. Tarisa Duella.
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  19. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1086, STARDATE 52009.07 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team is waiting to be sent to an Oberth class research ship where Commander Meryl's crew is awaiting. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1086, STARDATE 52009.07 = /\ = 200907.log
  20. SD 0906.2020 On the planet, we have a new situation. -- the shuttle's power supply is seemingly having the same problem as the science team's battery. Meanwhile, Irene and Indura are going on an adventure.
  21. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The "rescue" team has found the science team remarkably intact, but they do need some help! Will, Maryse and Rex are working at the man camp to help with a battery problem. Indura and Irene are working with the science team on samples while Reynolds makes repairs to their transmitter. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: @Alright, Dr. Dubois, I would advise you to stand back a bit. I'm about to do percussive maintenance. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is examining the samples in the lab. :: "Do you have these reagents? I want to see how they react to this..." Cptn Swain: @Rex>. ::Making his way back to the shuttle:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Tinkering in the comms shed, trying to calibrate one of the power units to emit a modified signal.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working with Irene :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((::slaps them with a # ::)) William Chocox: @::starts banging on the emitter with a spanner:: Alright, let's see if this works again. ::attempts to turn it on, hoping to hear a hum:: Irene Mincine: # :: Receives a #. :: Cptn Swain: @Collan> ::Pops into the area where will is working:: Can I get you anything? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Standing back.:: William Chocox: @::hears a hum:: Nothing right now, I do believe the percussive maintenance worked this time. Cptn Swain: @Collan> ::Smirks:: tried that. William Chocox: @Hm? Cptn Swain: @Collan> I tried that. Oh... Doctor Ferris Collan, I am the team's engineer as such. Indaura Ryssan: (test) William Chocox: @ Lieutenant William Chocox, Chief Engineer of the Excalibur. I was more ecstatic about getting this emitter working. Hopefully it'll protect the batteries. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::Pops back into the lab to check on Irene and Indaura.:: So, have you found our specimens interesting? ::She brought a canister with her and inserted it into the containment field.:: Cptn Swain: @Collan> ::Nods:: Let me know if you need something. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene looks to the lab entrance when Dr. Harris enters. She looks like she's having a lot of fun. :: "Oh, yeah, I love these things. What's in the can?" Maryse Dubois: @ ::Checking on the patient.:: Cptn Swain: @Collan> I am not really an engineer. ::Smirks:: William Chocox: @Do you guys solely rely on batteries like this? And everyone's an engineer, it's just a question as to what they're an engineer of. Dr. Dubois is an engineer of the human body. And you've been doing a good job. Cptn Swain: @Collan> Well we'd planned on using solar but there's not enough getting through the atmosphere. William Chocox: @Hm...if we were able to get them bigger maybe... William Chocox: @Or more of them. William Chocox: @Wait, how windy is this area normally? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> Another sample, it seems. They believe this one is a bit older than the others. ::She pressed the load sequence and the canister was sucked into the containment unit to be extracted. A moment later, another group of microbes appears on the screen, highly magnified to show an interesting spiky structure.:: Cptn Swain: @Collan> Pretty windy, what are you thinking? William Chocox: @Wind turbines. William Chocox: @We'd need to send a supply ship with them and people to put them together, but wind turbines would be great here. Indaura Ryssan: # :: listens :: Cptn Swain: @Collan> ::tips his head:: Not a bad thought. Irene Mincine: # "Now that's something..." :: She looks at the results on the screen. :: "Older than the rest? It's got a different anatomical form, certainly. I'm not sure how we get from these old ones to the new ones, though..." William Chocox: @Assuming there isn't something weird here that would affect it. Indaura Ryssan: # what brought you to this planet in the first place? Cptn Swain: @Collan> Worth looking into. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Walking back over to Will.:: The lead blanket on the patient seems to help with the setting bone. But the emitter would be even better. Any luck? William Chocox: @::points to where it's humming:: I'm fairly certain I got it to work. Maryse Dubois: @ Good. Any idea how long it will take to clear out the radiation from the area? William Chocox: @Uh...If you give me a moment. ::starts doing math frantically in his head:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> There has to be a linkage we haven't discovered yet. ::She wrinkled her nose as she set the scanners to extrapolate the data before throwing Indaura a glance.:: A good question! Thermal scans of the planet indicated buried structures, but they turned out to be geological formations. Our samples of the planet soil showed these interesting results, however. Irene Mincine: # "Do we know how old the formations are compared to the various samples?" :: She watches the scanners work. :: "That might help us figure out a linkage." :: Irene leans against a table, in thought. She loved this part of her job. :: William Chocox: @I honestly have no clue off the top of my head. Indaura Ryssan: # :: shakes her head, not understanding why they are even here :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Smirks.:: I suppose soon enough. Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Arriving at the shuttle, he started to open the comms but the shuttle power supply seemed to be running out:: Oh... lovely. William Chocox: @I try, but there's a reason I'm an engineer not a scientist. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ Rex to Chocox Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> The formations are much younger than the microbes, so we think they are unrelated. We're still in the process of investigating, however. ::She glanced at the two scientists.:: Would you like a tour of the cave systems or do you need to be returning to your group? William Chocox: @+Rex+ Chocox here. Indaura Ryssan: # that could be fruitful Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ I think we have a problem. William Chocox: @+Rex+ I don't like problems. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene looks very excited. :: "I'd love to see the cave systems. We better tell Reynolds where we're going, though." Cptn Swain: @Rex>+Will+ Same, but it looks like the power systems for the shuttle are being effected by whatever is messing with the batteries. William Chocox: @::swears:: +Rex+ That is very bad. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> Very well. Just come down to the dig site when you're ready. Take the blue lit path and you'll find me. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ I am putting everything into stand by to conserve as much power as we can, but this shouldn't be happening. We have a M/AM unit. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene smiles wide. :: "Understood. Dr. Ryssan, go with Dr. Harris. I'll catch up." :: She bounces off to find Ensign Reynolds. :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Listening.:: What if he used the ship's shields? Indaura Ryssan: # :: looks :: delightful, let's go Maryse Dubois: @ In the same manner that we are using the emitters to block the radiation. Cptn Swain: ...and... William Chocox: @+Rex+ I'm aware...We need to contact Starfleet as soon as possible, or they'll be sending someone else out here to find us...or write us off as lost. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Will+ I am sending a message before powering down the array. Indaura Ryssan: # :: with doctor harris :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  22. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/4/20 = /\ = = /\ = 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.1170 = /\ = TBS is 13 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Pakleds were trying to sell very important areas of the station. For security, only Chirakis, Coleridge, and Garand know. That and the deadly plants on station point to the Alien Alliance. Clandestine operators will be on station to keep a close watch. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, checking on Pakleds:: Chirakis: :::CnC, checking information::: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering getting a morning update... :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::watching another Pakled as it drifts into unconsciousness::: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the reports on the Pakleds:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating her breakfast:: CdrBrown: ::at CnC, drinking his coffee, looking at sensors:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her coffee reading the morning night shift logs and walks over. to atmospheric systems updates, all the while adjusting her mask :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC, somewhat rested after a long day yesterday:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::deep sigh:: +com+ Dr Pavilion, we've lost another one. ::turns to Dacia, not very happy::: Tarisa: ::Working in the labs.:: Chirakis: :::exits her office::: Commander Coleridge..my office. Tarisa: Miana> :;Had already eaten breakfast and was now running around.:: mimipavilion: ::sighs when she hears Amanda's com:: +Amanda+ Understood. Do you need a bag or is there one available? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opens the Pakled Pop Up Store's doors but not expecting business :: Amanda Davis PhD: There are several bags ready - which makes me feel even worse. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes the last bit of her breakfast and is sipping her uttaberry juice and reading her PADD:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns::: Dacia, please call the coroner. Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels and checks things out :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to main engineering, feeling rather odd even considering he had been back home for some time now. Nijil was still getting his station legs, and his own legs, back :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering :: Chirakis: :::moving to her desk, she hands a PADD to Scott::: Privileged information. :::the door closes, the lights turn blue:: Scott Coleridge: Oooh Sierra Robinson: :: notes the PPM levels have gone down, that is good :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At another station looking at internal security :: CdrBrown: ::sees nothing unusual on the sensors, all looks well:: Scott Coleridge: ::begins reading through the PADD:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: places his Marigold plants in front of his store :: Chirakis: :::leans on the edge of her desk::: As you can see.... we are in danger. Sierra Robinson: :: Sees Commander Korjata :: Good Morning sir. Chirakis: Top Secret, Compartmentalized. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks past several engineers as he went to his desk :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Leaves her quarters and starts running down the hall.:: Scott Coleridge: :::frowns as he reads:: Wait, you're saying…the *Pakleds*? Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her juice:: Scott Coleridge: Like, Pakled Pakleds? Chirakis: Most probably without their knowledge. Scott Coleridge: Ah. Yeah, I can believe smuggling, but this suggests someone with a... longer view. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: The perfect ones to do something they have no idea what they are doing.... if that makes sense. Scott Coleridge: How exactly did they think they could sell parts of the station like this though? That seems nonsensical. Chirakis: Indeed it does. But consider their IQ. Scott Coleridge: We aren't exactly going to let people walk away with an entire phaser ring. I certainly don't think we have gift wrap on the entire station. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Commander has something on his mind and lets him be :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets something from the replicator.,.. some nectar tea perhaps :: Scott Coleridge: So what's their sponsor's actual goal? Chirakis: Take over the station. Dacia Sandero: ::works on checking the last of the Pakleds:: Scott Coleridge: This seems like a convoluted approach. Scott Coleridge: Do you think they were responsible for the plants too? Chirakis: Very possible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Comes to a realization and is a bit upset, gets up and walks outside to the main room :: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes brushing her hair:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::helping Dacia::: Sierra Robinson: :: walk over to a crewman looking to have an officer sign off on something and assists :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::Dacia:: Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly when we are finished, and take a new gown. mimipavilion: ::compares the DNA of the plants and the Pakleds:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Will do for sure. I'll go through the full quarantine process, which should be fairly soon. Delta shift did good work in treating most of the remaining Pakleds. Scott Coleridge: How do you want to proceed regarding the Pakleds already on the station? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wipes his eyes and gets a look at the work board :: Chirakis: +Brown+ Commander, anything new in the system? Anything that should not be there? CdrBrown: ::continues about his routine, checking over cargo ship arrival schedules:: Annisha: :: Gets dressed, after sleeping in for too long :: Chirakis: We have only one way to proceed. Keep them quarantined. Dacia Sandero: I could've said the same thing to you as well. CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ checking now, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Alexis McFarland: ::Still in her PJs though:: Chirakis: +Brown+ Keep a close watch. CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ Always. Amanda Davis PhD: ::slight sigh:: I know, Dacia. I just.... just want to be sure that none of us gets the virus. Sierra Robinson: Yeah I suppose I should check this out... Most of the filters on the station are going to need swapping out. Prioritizing which ones will be a challenge, but I think the essential system first, aka life support. Dacia Sandero: No, that's fine. You can never be too safe with that sort of thing. Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps back for the coroner who checks the bag, then wheels it off to be cleaned thoroughly::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still running, probably in circles. She stops at Alexis' door and chimes.:: Scott Coleridge: Keeping them quarantined shouldn't be too hard. Sierra Robinson: Thank you. :: observes the crewman head out and sighs rubbing her forehead :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears chime, and opens the door:: Chirakis: Inform security that all Pakleds will be screened and quarantined. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Seems wired.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: "I knew this," he told himself. Alexis McFarland: Morning Miana ::hugs:: You seem energetic today. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Sierra Robinson: :: sets PADD down and takes another sip of coffee :: Chirakis: Leave the PADD here. I will secure it. Dacia Sandero: ::helps with catalouging the deceased Pakleds:: CdrBrown: ::sees the ETA for one of the cargo ships slip back by 4 hours:: Chirakis: Any questions, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::puts the PADD back on Chirakis' desk:: Not at the moment. I'm unsettled by this. Tarisa: Miana> I had lots of sugar! It was a new cereal. Lots of marshmallows! My mommy said she regretted it. ::Grins, then spins in a circle.:: Chirakis: As am I. CdrBrown: ::makes a note to follow up with the Caribbean Raider regarding their slip in ETA:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: uses a duster in his store to dust of his merchandise of nick nacks and other things :: Chirakis: Commander Brown is keeping a close watch on shipping. Sierra Robinson: :: To herself :: Relish the good news. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: If there's nothing else, I'll get security on it. mimipavilion: ::pulls up a sample of one of the Pakleds, separates the two to see if there any comparisons and differences:: Chirakis: Very well. Contact Lt Garand for assistance. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: I see! You're lucky, my mommy never gives me too much. Just a bowl of Kling-O's Chirakis: ::unlocks the door to her office so he can leave::: Tarisa: Miana> Ooooo.... Chirakis: :::steps out behind Scott and secures her office door::: Alexis McFarland: Mmm Sierra Robinson: + Commander Coleridge + Robinson to Commander Coleridge.. Tarisa: Miana> We should run through Commerce! Amanda Davis PhD: :::scrubbing off, changing gowns, wondering how many others will die::: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Isn't that area still closed? Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Coleridge here. ::makes his way to his station:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Shrugs:: Chirakis: :::approaches Brown::: Commander, report. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Hmm, maybe we can run through the park? CdrBrown: ::looks over at Chirakis, throwing up the shipping display on the main viewer:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail Swish.:: Ok! Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + I'd thought I'd let you know according to our instruments we have had a 40% decrease in Atmospheric Particulate matter since yesterday's clean up..sir. Alexis McFarland: ::quickly changes into a blouse and dress:: Mm, let's go. ::holds Miana's hand as they head to the lift:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Goes with Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: ::slips on a pair of flip flops as they go:: CdrBrown: ::to Chirakis:: Ops Normal. USS Iowa Task Force Bravo is just entering the area, codes check out. The Caribbean Raider's ETA has slipped about 4 hours. Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Excellent. Continue with your cleanup efforts. Let me know if you need more resources. mimipavilion: ::then pulls up the original DNA sequence of both the plant and the Pakled and compares it to the separate bonded sequence:: Chirakis: ::checking the main viewer::: This cargo ship in slip D-5? What is it here for? Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Hopefully we will get some more tips on where the buggers are....and we will get things better...Robinson out. Alexis McFarland: ::takes the lift down to the park area:: Sierra Robinson: :: attempts to brainstorm on coffee :: mimipavilion: ::leans back in her chair:: hmmm CdrBrown: ::pulls up the manifest:: They offloaded spare parts for engineering two days ago, originally planned to depart last night, had a maintenance issue with their plasma ejectors that their engineer is working on. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: begins watering his Marigolds in front of the his store :: Dacia Sandero: ::finishes her sonic shower and changes into some new clothes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of the club, the beach, it was all weird to think about with the station issues. The dream became the desired :: CdrBrown: Its an older Coral Class freighter, built about 40 years ago. Chirakis: :::long moment of thought::: You have a copy of the manifest? Tarisa: Miana> ::As soon as the lift stops, she starts running.:: Alexis McFarland: ::runs after Miana:: Alexis McFarland: I never knew you were so fast. CdrBrown: ::pulls up the cargo manifest and transfers to a PADD:: This is the reported manifest, let me verify with engineering that they received what's on the list. CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station:: Chirakis: ::receiving the manifest and takes a good look::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts doing laps around a tree.:: Mithraans are natural runners. Alexis McFarland: Hm, I can see. ::smiles, watches her run around the tree:: mimipavilion: ::to self:: This is interesting. Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + Engineering....Robinson here.. Sierra Robinson: :: unfamiliar with a Cdr Brown, but she has not been on the station very long :: Chirakis: +com+ Lt Garand, send security to cargo ship in D-5 to verify their manifest. CdrBrown: +Robinson+ The other day, the Minnow's Revenge delivered some spare parts you all ordered. When you get a minute, please send the list of items received Chirakis: Garand> Aye, Captain. Moving in now. Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + I'll access the LCARS database, stand by Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::Feels nice to be back in the park though:: mimipavilion: Computer location of Lt. Cmdr. Tarisa. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks up to Robinson :: Tarisa: Miana> Wee! ::Runs around.:: CdrBrown: +Robinson+ much appreciated. send it my way when completed, Brown out. Alexis McFarland: ::saw some civilians around and a few Starfleet officers on their breaks, but looked otherwise pretty quiet... takes off her flip flops and runs after Miana a bit:: Scott Coleridge: ::contacts security and instructs them to begin quarantining all Pakleds, regardless of medical status:: Sierra Robinson: :: pulls up parts and technical support section :: Sir...A good I have a Commander Brown requesting a list of Items we received for upgrades and maintenance from a ship called the Minnow's Revenge. Amanda Davis PhD: :::clean and semi-refreshed, she reenters the secure area to check the rest of the Pakleds::: Tarisa: Computer> Lt. Cmdr Tarisa is located in the Science Lab 1. Sierra Robinson: :: finds file :: mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia you have medical, I'll be in science. Sierra Robinson: Interesting name for a Ship....Did you want to speak with the Commander sir? Dacia Sandero: Okay Sierra Robinson: :: displays requisitions from the Minnow's Revenge for the CENG :: mimipavilion: ::exits medical to go to Science lab 1 via TL:: Amanda Davis PhD: Pakled> ::turns to face Amanda:: Green man. Say okay. Eat plant. Get... infor... :::dead:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: mimipavilion: ::arrives in Science and goes to lab 1:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Holding back her tears::: mimipavilion: ::enters the lab:: Tarisa: ::Looks up from her terminal as Mimi enters.:: Doctor? What brings you here? Sierra Robinson: I'll send it out now sir... Sierra Robinson: + CdrBrown + On your way sir.. Sierra Robinson: :: sends :: CdrBrown: +Robinson+. Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson. Sierra Robinson: Yes sir? CdrBrown: ::looks at Engineering’s list of received items and compares to manifest:: Amanda Davis PhD: +com+ Dr Davis to Captain Chirakis. All the Pakleds are dying. Only a few are left. One gave me a message. CdrBrown: ::send the cross reference to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm sorry. I have not been myself since I got back. This job is harder now until I get back 'into' it. Sierra Robinson: :: wonders...Minnow's Revenge sure is not Starfleet...perhaps some of those Ferengi Parts ? :: Chirakis: +Davis+ Send the message to my office. mimipavilion: Well, I was looking at the current DNA sequence of the Pakleds and compared them before they ate the plants as well as the plants original DNA sequence, if that's what it is. But is it possible the plants are somehow altering the Pakleds DNA? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles as they run around the park:: Amanda Davis PhD: +Chirakis+ Yes, ma'am. Sierra Robinson: Well I think we will get through our calamities...we are not down for the count yet. :: smiles behind her mask :: mimipavilion: I mean to kill them. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just had a realization a bit ago...does not help things. I am observing the work loads. Sierra Robinson: work loads sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: This would have wrecked me as Prani... the Yith have great senses of smell. Nijil tr'Korjata: On the work board, what we send our teams to fix, if the computer can't fix it. Sierra Robinson: Right... Sierra Robinson: :: looks :: Chirakis: :::the tablet at her side sends a message::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think other than the big plant issue, we are doing well. Chirakis: :::she reads and turns it off:: Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: If it was engineered to do so? Yes. ::Brings up a couple of holo images on the table she was working at.:: It is possible that the Pakleds have achieved an unknown goal. So the best course of action would be to wipe out the witnesses. Sierra Robinson: Nice to see sir.. Tarisa: Sorry if I made this grim. Alexis McFarland: ::catches and snuggles Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I've heard inklings of what's going on with the Pakleds... mimipavilion: ::thinks:: ok ::looks at Tarisa:: It's not a problem. Dacia Sandero: ::checking in on some the live Pakleds:: Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: mimipavilion: I'll let Chirakis know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: TBS is 5 hours to bring us to 2 pm. Chirakis: At that point we will have a conference to understand what is happening. Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Chirakis: Comments from Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope. Chirakis: Very well. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  23. Who Watches the Watchers Captain Chirakis paged through the latest information from several areas on station as well as communications from the Joint Allied Powers and secure messages from Rendezvous October. Admiral Solokov seldom took time to rest. He had often been found sleeping on his office couch—without a wrinkle in his uniform. How he managed that was anyone’s guess. Kirel faced the screen as soon as, “Good morning, Kirel. Or is it evening?” came from Admiral Solokov with a sigh as he massaged the back of his neck and called for coffee. “Good evening, Admiral,” she replied, putting her PADD aside. “And it is indeed evening. How you manage to keep yourself going for so long is startling to say the least.” “Eh… Kirel. You do the same.” Leaning back, Solokov called for coffee, and nearly drained the mug before proceeding. “I understand that you have a request for personnel,” he continued now more relaxed and thumbing through the PADD next to him. His brows furrowed as he continued to read, considering the several angles that he and Kirel had been discussing over the last few days. As commanding officer of Rendezvous October the admiral's usual conversations were somewhat clipped decisions that allowed him to move quickly from one question to another or one operation to another. Working with and for Chirakis Kirel was another matter. "I am considering your request, and the present situation in Aegis—plants, I believe?” “Apparently several variants of the same plant that seem to have taken hold of several areas of the ship.” “And you haven’t pinned down the culprit that began this situation yet?” “Admiral,” Kirel began, leaning toward the screen, “The plant seems to multiply exponentially, and in varied types. Engineering, Science, Medical, and Security personnel are working together to rectify the situation… so no, sir. There might be one ‘culprit’ or there may be many.” Solokov’s lips pursed as he put his PADD aside and relaxed in his chair, obviously considering several components of the situation before asking, “And the work of your security personnel is extensive, I am sure,” he mused. “How many covert operatives have you trained so far?” "Approaching 200 on rotation, shifting assignments at random." “And have they drained Drankum’s bar yet?” He chuckled, calling for another mug of coffee. “I imagine that they enjoy their ‘work’.” “Indeed they do, Admiral,” she said with a grin. “You should visit sometime. They’ll give you their Tier 1 tour, which includes… of course… a ‘dip’ in the training pool.” “...with my arms and legs tied, of course. Perhaps another time, Kirel, but thank you for your invitation. Now…” He flipped over his PADD. “Clandestine operators. Have you any aboard the station?” “We have a few, Admiral.” “And how many do you need?” “As many as you can spare.” Solokov nodded. “Given our situation with the Alien Alliance and knowing that Aegis is at the pinnacle of danger, your request is valid and is granted. Our best operatives will be briefed immediately. Be aware, Kirel. You will garner information via a secure code, but you will not know who sent it, nor will you know who they are.” “Thank you, Admiral.” “Good hunting, Kirel.”
  24. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |4 September 2020 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 TBS is 13 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. The Pakleds who came aboard Aegis wanted to sell sections of the station, especially decks one through 142: subspace communications, power core, phaser ring, monitoring and analysis, torpedo launchers, phasers, and other classified areas. Lt Garand and Captain Chirakis are aware and Commander Coleridge will be apprised, but no one else on station will know of the danger. We suspect the Alien Alliance duped the Pakleds to attain their goal. The presence of deadly plants on the station also point to the Alien Alliance. Therefore, in addition to Aegis covert operators, Admiral Solokov will send clandestine operators to keep a close watch throughout the station. At the moment, Cdr Coleridge is leading an engineering team to remove dangerous plants on deck 98. The plants are a forest of high carbon scrubbing vegetation that not only stinks, it compromises the structural integrity of the bulkheads by weakening the duranium alloy. They have finished clearing the environmental subsystem hub and there is no serious damage to report.
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1085, STARDATE 52008.31 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1085, STARDATE 52008.31 = /\ = 200831.log
  26. Overwatch Commander Jami Farrington, Starfleet Academy School of Medicine Temporarily Assigned to USS Manticore After a long and somewhat dangerous visit to New Las Vegas and a well earned rest on an isolated asteroid hidden within the asteroid belt, Jami Farrington relaxed in the command chair. Captain McFly seemed to be recovering well—so well in fact that he had been called to his ready room for a private conversation. LtCdr Faldek had returned from his previous post and was again the Operations Officer. Lt Lackey, new to Manticore but well versed in the ship’s handling, had taken Helm until LtCdr Mizu returned. All was running smoothly… so far…meaning that after serving 15 years aboard Manticore, Jami knew that ship had a mind of her own. As soon as the crew relaxed, the other shoe would drop. “Commander Farrington,” came through her com. She sighed. “Farrington here. Go ahead.” “Secure communication from Starfleet Command, ma’am. Where should I send it?” Taking a deep breath, she pushed off from the command chair and pointed to LtCdr Faldek to take over. “Send it to the bridge conference room,” she replied, hoping this would not take long. Since their departure it seemed that Faldek was bouncing from one place to the other, but he didn’t seem to mind. Stepping into the conference room, she secured the door, entered her code, and found herself eye to eye with Admiral Gren Dejariov, Commanding Officer of Starfleet Academy’s School of Medicine. “Jami?” he began with a questioning look as he put his PADD aside. “Hello, Admiral.” She forced a smile. “Hey. It’s me, Jami. Forget the ‘Admiral’ and tell me what’s going on. You were supposed to be back by now.” “Well, Sir… I mean Gren. It’s a long story, and nothing we expected. But it is Manticore.” “And Manticore has a mind of her own. Of course. I should have known.” After a long pause, he relaxed in his chair. “Let me guess. You haven’t even begun your observations.” “No, Gren. I haven’t.” “Okay.” Dejariov said, looking at the ceiling for a moment of thought. “Where are they sending you?” Blink. “Sir?” “Where… are they sending… the Manticore…and why?” “No idea, Sir.” Dejariov slapped a hand on his desk, almost overturning it. “Damn, I bet I know. And I’ll bet it’s Jaffee. Commander, if you find out, let me know and I...will...tan...her...hide.”
  27. SD 0830.2020 The "rescue" team has found the science team remarkably intact, but they do need some help! Will, Maryse and Rex are working at the man camp to help with a battery problem. Indaura and Irene are working with the science team on samples while Reynolds makes repairs to their transmitter.
  28. MISSION BRIEF: To everyone's surprise, because y'all don't trust me apparently, the Excalibur AT has found the science team in alive and well. Science nerds are helping out, while Medical tends to a wounded science team member and engineering attempts to help with some battery and latrine issues. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ((Why do you think it is that we don't trust you?)) Cptn Swain: (( I am extremely innocent. )) Maryse Dubois: @ ::Returns to the camp with her escort.:: We're back with the shield emitter and an extra power pack. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's currently interested in the organisms that the science team has found. :: "That's some real interesting stuff there." Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Drinking some of the coffee that the science nerds made him:: Maryse Dubois: @ Once we get this set up, we can shield the camp against the radiation. Cptn Swain: (( afk for a second )) Indaura Ryssan: (what group am I in again?) Irene Mincine: (( science nerds )) William Chocox: @::has popped out the battery to take a look at it and also take a look at the leads:: There has to be something easy to do. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ens Reynolds> ::Having found his way into the comm shed, he started searching for the issues.:: +Chocox+ Reynolds to Chocox. Do you read? William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Chocox here. Indaura Ryssan: # Exactly what kind of organisms? :: turning on her infectious diseases hat :: William Chocox: ((::slaps an @ onto his last message::)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::Gestures for Irene and Indaura to join her in the mobile lab they'd erected on site. It was a temporary structure, but climate controlled.:: We have everything catalogued here, starting with our first find to the latest. We've already dated the first three samples. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene follows, entering into the lab structure. :: "Great work, doc. I've missed doing field work like this." :: She looked over the catalog information, taking notes. :: Indaura Ryssan: # How old are these samples? Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Walks back out into main camp area.:: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Places the shield emitter and power pack next to Chocox.:: This should make things easier. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> +Chocox+ Sir, we're at the dig site and everyone seems to be alive and well. Their comms are down here, however. I'm reading some high levels of atmospheric radiation that's causing an issue with the feed. Are they having the same issue at your site? Cptn Swain: @Rwx> ::Finds Maryse and Chocox:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> Rough dating puts them at several million years old. We're not exactly certain what they are just yet. Microbes, of course, though we're uncertain of their function. Perhaps they were part of a larger ecosystem, but we haven't found any evidence of that just yet. ::She gestured to the terminal.:: Have a look if you want to see a close up view. None are showing signs of life, but we intend to put them through a battery of environmental tests to see how they react. We think they might simply be dormant. Cptn Swain: @Rex>. :siips his coffee:: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ I'm experiencing the same radiation, but it's interfering with power sources over here. William Chocox: ((Why are there two i's?!)) Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looks :: Let's hope they remain dormant. Cptn Swain: << 0:)>> Irene Mincine: # :: Irene looks at the terminal display. :: "Mmm. Looks like they metabolize compounds that haven't been present in the soil for a while, at least at this layer." :: She was fully engrossed in the scientific stuff, but looked to Indaura. :: "There's not usually any danger from samples like this, but I'd still want to be outside a containment field when you test them." Indaura Ryssan: # :: thinks :: Does anyone outside of this group know what you have found? I still don't know why we were called here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::She smiled thinly.:: We're keeping *them* in containment for now. We aren't so foolish as to expose ourselves to bacterium from an alien planet where life hasn't existed for millions of years. For all we know, there may have been other life upon this planet that couldn't survive these microbes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Groans:: +Chocox+ Acknowledged. I thought they'd have some type of shielding, but their comms unit is almost completely unshielded. Do you think we have anything aboard the shuttle that we could configure? Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looks again, wondering if she's ever seen something like this before :: Irene Mincine: # :: Irene goes back to looking at the terminal's results. :: "I guess there was something wrong with the communications system at base camp. Everything seems fine here." William Chocox: @+Reynolds+ I'm not sure. I asked about wrapping the battery packs in lead but they don't have enough. I'm also not sure we have enough on the shuttle. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::She eyed Indaura.:: I don't know why you're here, either. We make our reports on time. I had no idea they weren't getting through. Perhaps you might be able to courier them for us. We're in need of supplies. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Coughs as she Inches the emitter a tad closer to Chocox.:: Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::drinks more coffee:: How's the patient Maryse? William Chocox: @::looks over:: Oh, thank you Dr. Dubois. +Reynolds+ Dr. Dubois has provided a shield emitter and a power pack for it, I'll see how that works over here. ::gets started setting it up:: Indaura Ryssan: # We will need to investigate this. Can you keep me in the loop on your findings of the microbes? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Looks to Rex.:: Doing well. The bone is set and they are resting with a lead blanket on them for now. But if we get this emitter running, we shouldn't have to worry. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene shrugs. :: "If you transmitted your reports from here, then they'd be at the base camp subspace transmitter. That's probably where the problem is, and I'm sure they're working on fixing it." Maryse Dubois: @ ::To Chocox.:: I've already scanned the radiation and have figured out a frequency. ::Hands him her tricorder with the numbers.:: Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Nods::: Will, is the radiation enough to interfere with a transmission from the shuttle to Excalibur? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::She shrugged.:: I don't know anything about communications. I just process the reports. If they'll go through, then good. If not, we need someone to get the message out to let them know what we need here. This weather has been wreaking havoc on our gear. William Chocox: @::takes it and looks at the numbers:: Oh, that is much appreciated. ::inputs the numbers:: Alright, let's see if this works. ::turns to Rex first:: It's possible sir. We're using similar communications, just Starfleet issue. Now, shall I? ::gestures to the emitter:: Irene Mincine: # "Yeah, we'll make sure the requests get out." :: Irene taps her combadge. :: +Base Camp+ "Mincine to base camp team." Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Takes another drink of coffee:: Good. Doctor you're in command here. I am going to head back to the shuttle and check in. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Irene+ Go ahead. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Still looking at the sample :: William Chocox: @::nods and presses the "On" button:: Irene Mincine: # +Rex+ "Can you check if you've got the science team's reports in your subspace relay? They're running low on supplies over here. If we can get their requests out for them they'd really appreciate it." Indaura Ryssan: # :: Getting a bad feeling :: Cptn Swain: @Rex>:: Making his way out of towards the main camp area:: +Irene+ I am headed to the shuttle to check in with Excalibur, I'll see what we can do. Assuming we can. get a message out ourselves. Irene Mincine: # +Rex+ "All right, thanks. Other than that, everything's fine here. How's things at base camp?" Indaura Ryssan: # I need to get a genome sequence of this microbe... :: gets out her tricorder :: Cptn Swain: @Rex>. +Irene+ The radiation is draining their batteries and the latrine is broken, Chocox is working to fix it. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Irene+ But everything else is fine. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Checks back in with her patient as Chocox works on the emitter.:: If we can get the shield up, you won't need the lead blanket anymore. Irene Mincine: # +Rex+ "Well, uh, you have fun with that. We'll stay here with the science team. Sound good?" William Chocox: @Hm... ::presses the on button again while squeezing the power pack at the same time:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::She glanced at Indaura and her tricorder.:: Well, they're all in containment, so I'm not sure what sort of readings you're going to be getting with that. You can see the scans we took of it, however. ::She moved to one of the larger displays and pulled up one of the files.:: We haven't sequenced it yet, but the raw data is there if you want to feed it into your system. Cptn Swain: @Rex> +Irene+ ::Smirks:: Very well. Keep in touch. Irene Mincine: # +Rex+ "Will do. Mincine out." :: She goes back to Indaura and Dr. Harris. :: "Well, they're working on the communications system, so we'll keep you company here for a while." William Chocox: @Power shouldn't have drained that fast. ::checks on the status of the power pack:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> I don't mind, so long as you don't get in the way. I've got to get back out to the team and supervise. If you stay here, don't alter any of our settings. The samples are secure, but you can review the data if you like. Indaura Ryssan: # Sounds good. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Walks over.:: I just brought a fresh pack. William Chocox: @I'm not doubting you. ::checks the connection between the pack and the emitter, jiggling the wires a bit while pushing in:: I'm just going through the troubleshooting process. ::tries to turn it on again:: Irene Mincine: # "Wouldn't dream of messing with your equipment. Thanks for the info, Dr. Harris." :: Irene goes back to gawking at the samples. :: Indaura Ryssan: # Are you making anything of this Mincine? Irene Mincine: # "Well... it's ancient, but other than that I wouldn't know until they start running environmental scans. It looks like they have more important things to worry about at the moment though, like being short on reagents and other supplies." Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Dr. Noel Harris> ::Leaving them to their investigations, she walked back outside to the dig site where her people were still working to uncover more of the strange microorganisms.:: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Nods :: Yes. Something about this is off, but I'm no investigator. William Chocox: @This is the weirdest thing. It should not be happening like this. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene ponders for a moment. :: "Well, xenobiology and genetics is my field, but the equipment here is a bit limited until they get a supply shipment. What seems off about it to you?" Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: # Nothing about the microbes yet, but the fact their comms are not getting through. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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