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  2. What's in Your Wallet? 12 JUN 2388 (Immediately following the events of "Playing with Fire") As a child, Security Inspector Olan (né Olanrewaju) Adisa Lowell had idolized the legendary career of Captain James Tiberius Kirk. Commanding the Enterprise from the treehouse his father built in their backyard—while dad played all the other roles—forged some of the best memories from his formative years. He admired Kirk's sense of adventure and responsibility—above all, the ownership he exercised for his mistaken biases. He had not anticipated also sharing an allergy to the drugs that treated age-related macular degeneration. The grizzled Londoner with Nigerian roots peered at the screen, rectangle-rimmed prescription eyeglasses perched low on his nose. Like many before him, the adrenaline rush of hunting bad guys had started off Olan's career. He believed he had a calling: the sheepdog protecting the lambs of society. But deep beneath his coarse exterior, he cared about everyone. He wouldn't have persisted in the profession if he didn't. The job was grueling, dreary, repetitive. That bold line between good and evil he perceived readily as a child had blurred into a mess of socioeconomics and psychology, churning out more malcontents than anything. He could scarcely claim he had met more than one or two evil people in all these years while malcontents lived on a merry-go-round. A dime a dozen. Deal with one: know them all. The same busted pattern over and over. You had to be a nutter to expect better results. But he had convinced himself he could make a difference someday in at least one person's life. He hadn't seen it yet, but he kept at it because he cared. He knew he had a softhearted vein under the gruff, salty manner. That didn't mean he wanted to show it off, and he was sorely aware that the eyeglasses sitting on his face smothered his hardened veneer. Whenever he wore them, the piercing gaze he honed over the years became rather unintimidating. He struggled to command the respect of delinquent kids these days. One morning, he complained to his lovely wife that he looked like some softie granddad, and she patted his cheek, saying that she loved seeing the real him. The absurdity. It still made him laugh. "Alright, let's start from the top," he droned, tapping the field he wanted on the report form. "What was the suspect's name?" "Jah Quee," said the fellow male Human seated across the desk. Olan shifted his head to line up the screen through the readers, slowly parroting the name as he typed. Easier than dictating to the computer in his experience. The old girl struggled to get it right sometimes in a galaxy awash with innumerable languages, accents, vocalities, and transliterated spellings. He had argued like a madman with her on a few occasions before he settled into the habit of doing it himself. "J-a-h. Q-u-e-e. Correct?" The man dipped his head affirmatively, so Olan moved to the next fields. "Do you remember what they looked like?" "She's in the Deck of 52." Olan froze for a second, eyes darting between his hands hovering above the virtual keyboard. Officially known as Personality Identification Playing Cards and based on a three-hundred-year tradition, the Deck of 52 constituted the Federation's Most Wanted criminals. He gazed over the terminal and the rim of his eyeglasses, sizing up the reporting party again. The spectacles weren't all bad—made for a nice sophisticated air of disbelief. He could see its effect reflected in the narrowing of the other man's gaze. At first, Olan sensed kinship in the man who introduced himself as Ethan Neufeld. He exhibited self-possession and awareness. The swagger of someone who had a sense of purpose, knew what he had done and could do, and didn't feel the need to tell anyone, much less sign a book deal about it. Olan admired that silent confidence. Everything appeared to match the identity on the screen tagged by the DNA scan. But an attached Starfleet dossier showed Neufeld held the rank of lieutenant senior grade, and he didn't have an active post. That piqued Olan's wariness a bit, questioning what motivated someone not to introduce themselves fully. JAG had also marked the lieutenant as a special witness and person of interest in an ongoing internal case and court dockets linked to his file. But Olan's clearance couldn't get into the contents or much else. Aside from dates coinciding with a general court-martial that recently leaked in the press, Olan couldn't guess the sort of trouble in which the man had become involved or started. He only suspected he wouldn't want to become wrapped up in it. From that point, he felt less eager to trust the lieutenant out of some misplaced professional propinquity. Neufeld was a little over a decade younger than Olan. Northwestern European ancestry from the look of him: short brown hair, blue eyes, light complexion weathered by UV exposure. More than the average spacer got. Despite the paleness he had now, he must have spent a lot of time in the elements until recently. He was slightly taller than Olan, broad-shouldered, lean, and hefty. Possibly a bit vain, given how he filled out the button-down shirt and slacks. Keeping up with fitness routines between the demands of space exploration and defense required time that a lot of fleeters couldn't spare. He didn't have the overbulked stiffness of a bodybuilder wearing one-size-too-small, yet he clearly worked at his fitness more than most. But the lieutenant balanced all of it forward in the balls of his feet, which raised Olan's hackles. He looked fast, sitting there on the edge of the chair. The veteran officer had visualized a dozen scenarios in his head within the first few minutes of meeting Neufeld, deciding what to do if the guy balled up. Olan knew he would be in a world of hurt no matter how it played out. The sort of fight shown in the training holograms of real incidents. Visions of those officers pinned to the ground, just barely holding on until help arrived, must have flashed through his head a dozen times. So far, the lieutenant had behaved courteously with a faint aloofness. But Olan held no delusions about how quickly someone could flip. That didn’t mean he wouldn't call out the other guy's mistake. Beyond pride, it was a warning to a fellow professional not to pursue a bounty that no longer existed. "No, she's not," he retorted. Neufeld's brow furrowed. "She's the five of diamonds." Olan pursed his lips in a drawn hum, giving a headshake. "No. Not anymore." He almost missed the lieutenant's close-mouthed sigh. "Either way, she's here—or someone pretending to be her," Neufeld said flatly. "The woman on the five of diamonds." "Hmm." Olan set aside the readers and pressed a thumb to the lock on the single drawer. He couldn't use a nonexistent wanted poster to fill out his report. "Here, have a look for yourself," he said, tossing a swelling tuck box. It skidded into the middle desktop. "Telling you your suspect's not in there." Neufeld had shown up at the commerce-level office with a story about a Chameloid seducing a Bajoran female to fill a bounty that would likely end in the latter's death. Even for Aegis, it rang oddly to Olan. Most of the time, the most bizarre stories turned out to be nothing more than delusions. But Neufeld related it in such a dry conviction that it was hard to dismiss. He had met Olan's assertion about the suspect's nonexistence in the 52 with pragmatism instead of arguing. So the recovery of the abductee had to mean more to him than trivia. It convinced Olan that the man had witnessed something. But what he had seen was still a foggy question to Olan. Whether Neufeld wanted to debate the existence of Jah Quee or not, Olan thought he needed to know. He wanted to see what the other man would do. Neufeld returned Olan's annoyance with a look he couldn't decipher and unhurriedly picked up the box. Folding back the top flap uncovered the edges of fifty-two cards: oil-stained, crinkled, notched. A subdued realization filled Neufeld’s face—perhaps he had accepted his gaff. "How often do you look at these?" "Every damn day. More on poker nights. I've committed every face in that deck to memory, but" — Olan urged him on — "best you see for yourself." Olan reckoned it wouldn't take the lieutenant long to find the fives, given he had kept the cards in numerical order. He watched Neufeld joggle the deck into his palm and fan it out in a line. Sliding the four-of-a-kind above the rest, he plucked out the diamond. "Errol 'Bad Guy' Flynn,” the lieutenant faintly scoffed at the name before setting it down. Olan let the man scan the rest out of pity. Anyone could get a copy of the deck off the black market. Despite all attempts to prevent it, given those decks often included errors or even endangered innocent people. Or Neufeld could have just heard the rumors from loose lips. The hazy anecdotes: that's where conspiracy theories derived a lot of their staying power. But official decks only got distributed to intelligence and security types, and Olan couldn't shake the feeling Neufeld should have been on that list. Yet the guy was way behind. Olan wanted to know why. Headquarters had issued this deck just one month ago. The second deck since last year in which Jah Quee hadn't appeared after almost a century and a half. Sometimes only a portion of the deck contained faces. It was full for several years before but, this time, they had added a few extra cards. Regardless, it was always informally known as the Deck of 52. The cards had become worn by Olan's relentless work to memorize the new faces. But he vaguely remembered the woman Neufeld mentioned because so many rumors surrounded her. She had taken on mythical proportions. Hardly a reason to believe myths. Starfleet Intelligence only removed targets for conviction, acquittal, or a confirmed death. Once her face showed up in the 52, she couldn't shuffle out for grand monastic vows of pacifism, much less pinky-swearing to "be good and stop killing." Given how long she lasted in the deck, Olan had bets on a death certificate with a DNA match gathering dust somewhere. Chameloids suffered from mortality like everyone else. Not to mention that printing a Chameloid's natural face or name on a card bordered on absurd. Non-shifters could have the same names and look alike. Sure, the holoimage contained a few of the most well-known faces the shapeshifter had worn. But expecting to catch her wearing any of those faces again was madness. Chameloids didn't have the ability to hide as inanimate objects—zero chance of finding her unawares in a bucket of torpid goo like the Founders. But they could look like your friendly neighbor and lie about it for a lifetime. They had but one tell in the unchanging color of the iris, and cosmetics had solved that, too. That didn't invalidate Starfleet's reason for adding a Chaneloid to the deck; it only implied the difficulty and risk in chasing one. Olan reckoned a genius would save their favorite look for private moments and mimic a new face regularly in public. Cover their tracks with the witness accounts of innocent people so they would take the fall. Or at least bog the system in false sightings and ID thefts. They were security nightmares, to be sure. No one knew where they originated or exactly how many Chameloids lived or passed through Federation space at any given time. Olan couldn't begin to guess who had talked to Neufled or why they had impersonated a dead criminal. "Just like I told you," Olan remarked after the other man sat back. Neufeld sighed deeper this time, chafing his jaw. "Yes, yes you did." Curious. Olan didn’t see the anger or disgust of wounded pride he had anticipated. Maybe Neufeld’s expression read closer to anxiety. "Jah Quee is probably dead. Odds are the Chameloid you saw was a copycat," Olan remarked. "Yeah." Olan heard acknowledgment in Neufeld's tone but couldn't pick up much beyond that. "You have to know our chances of finding her aren't good." "Her or the Bajoran," Neufeld said. "Was too preoccupied to see it." "Right. You were focused on getting the information about your kidnapped niece." "Hmm." "Well, let's hope she's good for it. From what I hear about Sovana, be a fair trade for a little girl's life." He said it without a lot of forethought and cringed inwardly. Neufeld didn't appear fazed, and Olan spun back to the terminal, replacing the readers on his nose as he finished musing darkly, "Bring balance back to the universe." Olan snuck a peek from the corner of his eye. The lieutenant still chaffed his face and stared at the cards. Huh. Must not be into pop-culture history. Or the guy just had other things on his mind. Olan resumed typing, filling in a few details about the suspect as Neufeld recalled them: height, weight, and other minute observations about her. It struck Olan that the physical description Neufeld gave didn't match the faces he remembered on her card. That made him uneasy, despite having expected it. Even if this suspect didn't share a name with a known deceased criminal, she must have borrowed it, whoever she was. She couldn't possibly be the real Jah Quee, he thought. "Is the nightclub the first place you saw her?" "Yeah." "You never saw or talked to her before tonight?" "No." Neufeld's head shook, lips pressing a bit. "Not that I know, at any rate." Olan nodded. That was always the eeriest thing about shapeshifters. You could meet one a million times and never know it. Next, they discussed the alleged victim, Sovana. Neufeld related that they had first met at a holo-café after the recent station-wide blackout. The lieutenant didn't know her surname, but Olan could get that from the holo-café—if she hadn't used an assumed name, too. They moved on to the incident at the nightclub, which Neufeld meticulously recounted as he gathered the cards. While Olan typed out notes in the pauses between questions, Neufeld fell back to silence, studying the faces of the Federation's least favorite people. Olan half-thought any semblance of conversation had flatlined before Neufeld asked out of the blue, "What've you heard about Sovana?" Olan blinked. "Oh, just a few complaints. Can't really discuss it—confidentiality and all that," he said, giving a token smile. "Hmm." "Why," Olan pressed on a hunch at Ethan's pensiveness. "Do you have a complaint about Sovana?" "Nah," he answered casually. "Alright," Olan accepted. Mostly accepted as he looked over the paperwork once more. "Well, that's that. I just need your signature here." He spun the monitor around, pointing where Neufeld would sign biometrically. Neufeld stood and pressed his thumb to the screen. The lieutenant's shoulders had dropped slightly, Olan reckoned out of fatigue. "Thanks for your time," Neufeld said. "Of course," Olan nodded. "Rest assured, Mr. Neufeld. We'll do our best." "I know." Neufeld gave a wan smile before he pivoted around for the exit. The doors hissed behind him, leaving Olan alone. He regarded the deck of cards, tucked back inside the box laying on the desk, and wondered what he would have done in the lieutenant's position. Neufeld struck Olan as someone out of place, who should have been hard at work somewhere else but was here without a post or command for mysterious reasons. Though Olan didn't have all of the details, he could imagine quite a bit. Envisioning himself in Neufeld's shoes—an honest cop sidelined in some undisclosed controversy—by the end of an otherwise quiet shift, Olan had concluded that he would have done the same thing.
  3. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1119, STARDATE 52105.10 = /\ = The crew of Manticore had been split apart and thrown into the distant past. Manticore to a time when StarFleet was just beginning to explore the galaxy and a team of four on the shuttle Wyvern sent many millennia further to an alien planet with a medievel society and a bleak future. The Wyvern team have spent over six months on the planet with their hope of rescue waining every day. Some have acclimated to their situation while others turned into scapegoats in a political feud between the reigning King and an ambitious Bishop. Things turned bad when a failed assassination attempt on the Bishop gave him just cause to set his plans in motion. Meanwhile Manticore has been trying to retrieve their team and failed twice at reaching the time coordinates the Wyvern was sent finally settling for "close enough" six months after the shuttle arrived. Now on the planet Erich and Annika stumbled on a mob ready to execute some local heretics only to discover they are Callista and Faldek. On the other side of town Matt aided a guilted Bren who had been the assassin on the Bishop. They meet King Getzlaf fleeing his own Kingdom and offer him help retaking his throne. Now reunited, the team works to develop a plan of action. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1119, STARDATE 52105.10 = /\ = 210510.html
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  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1119, STARDATE 52105.10 = /\ = The crew of Manticore had been split apart and thrown into the distant past. Manticore to a time when StarFleet was just beginning to explore the galaxy and a team of four on the shuttle Wyvern sent many millennia further to an alien planet with a medievel society and a bleak future. The Wyvern team have spent over six months on the planet with their hope of rescue waining every day. Some have acclimated to their situation while others turned into scapegoats in a political fued between the reigning King and an ambitious Bishop. Things turned bad when a failed assassination attempt on the Bishop gave him just cause to set his plans in motion. Meanwhile Manticore has been trying to retrieve their team and failed twice at reaching the time coordinates the Wyvern was sent finally settling for "close enough" six months after the shuttle arrived. Now on the planet Erich and Annika stumbled on a mob ready to execute some local heretics only to discover they are Callista and Faldek. On the other side of town Matt aided a guilted Bren who had been the assassin on the Bishop. They meet King Getzlaf fleeing his own Kingdom and offer him help retaking his throne. Now reunited, the team works to develop a plan of action. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1119, STARDATE 52105.10 = /\ =
  6. MISSION BRIEF: When we last saw our intrepid heroes, Science had detected a series of repeating tetryon emissions from the Optera system. Optera has, like much of this sector, only been mapped passively but at the time had no known inhabited planets. We pick up there. MEE6 BOT 02-May-21 07:09 PM ======== BEGIN SIM ======== ======== BEGIN SIM ======== ======== BEGIN SIM ======== Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:10 PM ACTION> The scene fades into Excalibur dropping out of warp in the Optera system. William Chocox 02-May-21 07:10 PM William is on the bridge at the engineering station as they start looking around the system. "We have successfully transferred to impulse power." Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:11 PM Val> "Course, Cap?" She looks expectantly toward the center of the bridge. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:12 PM Asher bit his lip pensively Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:12 PM Irene> "I've managed to refine the tachyon sensor sweep a little. We should have a better idea what's out there now." Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:13 PM Have we made any progress in localizing where in the system they're coming from? Erich Jaenke, CEng 02-May-21 07:14 PM :: Working in her office :: Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:14 PM Rex> Standing at the tactical station, stiffly. He was known for his levity, but he also had a serious side and whatever was causing high frequency tetryon bursts could be dangerous. Clark> Glances over to Val, then to his own station again. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:15 PM Irene> "From what I can tell, it's localized to the fourth planet, mostly underground. It looks like something's shooting tetryons at the surface and getting responses back. The transmission rate is picking up pretty fast, too." CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:16 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> Has it increased since we arrived in the system? ::Slight head tilt as he turned to review the readings.:: Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:16 PM Shoots a glance over to Jalen, then back to the viewer Bites his lip again Rex, anything on tactical sensors? Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:18 PM ::Checking over work reports in her office. She sipped on a cup of tea as she read.:: Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:18 PM Rex> Nothing on sensors, sir. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:19 PM Irene> "It's been increasing constantly. It's definitely some kind of localized transmissions. I'd guess we're picking up what leaks out, like wide-band transmissions flooding into space." She shakes her head. "Scans aren't picking up any kind of technology on the surface." William Chocox 02-May-21 07:19 PM William looks over at the captain. He hadn't known Swain to be so worried before. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:20 PM Put us into orbit of the fourth planet. Then begin a full sensor sweep. CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:20 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> A natural emission from the planet? ::He speculated.:: Or ancient technology that's survived its makers? Could be an interesting place to explore. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:20 PM Nods Possible. Though strange that it just started. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:21 PM Val> "Entering standard orbit of planet 4." The impulse engines kick back in and the ship heads off. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:24 PM Will Is there any danger to the warp drive from all the tetryon emissions? William Chocox 02-May-21 07:24 PM "All readings are currently at normal, but I'm monitoring it. I have one of my consoles dedicated to it right now." Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:24 PM Irene> "That's better..." As the ship gets closer to the planet. "Readings are getting clearer from the subspace interference. I'm picking up... an energy source, on the equatorial continent. There's another few smaller ones scattered around the surface." "Mostly on the mountain peaks, but the largest reading is in the middle of a large desert." CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:27 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> Run it through the computer to see if it can discern any type of pattern in the transmission. I'd like to know if someone or something is trying to communicate with us. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:27 PM Nods to Jalen, and makes a note of the good thinking for progress report Glances back over to Will Keep us informed. I don't want to get caught flat footed. +Medical+ Bridge to medical Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:29 PM Irene> I'll have the computer start analyzing it for patterns. I'm not so sure if it's a transmission, though. Scanners are showing the planet has a liquid core, generating massive amounts of solanogen through subspace inversions. It could be a natural phenomenon,that stuff shouldn't exist outside subspace." Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:29 PM ::Sets her report down.:: +Bridge+ Medical here. William Chocox 02-May-21 07:30 PM "Aye sir." Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:31 PM +Maryse+ Doctor we're investigating a planet where we've detected a large number of high intensity tetryon bursts. As you know, that stuff isn't exactly fun. Right now we don't believe it should be a problem, but I want you to have radiation measures ready to go in case they pick up in intensity. We also will likely need some inoculations for away teams. Makes his way over to the science console You mentioned a subterranean cavern system... can we get a look at that on the monitors? Clark> to Val just lowly enough for only her to hear He sounds more cautious than usual. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:34 PM Irene> "Bringing it up now." A diagram of a vast network of caverns appears on the viewer. They run all through the planet's crust. There's a blind spot in the mapping as it gets closer to the planet's core. "High levels of tetryon radiation in there. I wouldn't want to be there for too long." Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:35 PM +Swain+ I'm on it. ::Activates her console to search for options.:: Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:35 PM Val> Whispering back. "Maybe they raised his starship insurance premiums too far." Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:36 PM Frowns Blind spot? That's... unusual. Of course a planet that has solanogen in its core isn't exactly usual. Run the database to see if there's any record of similar planets and if they produced similar tetryon emissions. Clark> Smirks and looks back to his console. Or maybe his husband gave him a stern talking to for all the near death experiences? William Chocox 02-May-21 07:37 PM "If I increased power to the sensors would it help with the blind spot?" Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:38 PM Irene> "There's not going to be anything like this in the computer, sir." She checks, just to be sure. Irene> "It might." Shrug. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:38 PM Nods both to him and to Will It might. Rex> Glances to the tactical monitor every few seconds, clearly on edge CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:38 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> It couldn't hurt. ::To Will.:: Though it might be prudent to tweak them to filter out as much of the radiation as possible. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:39 PM Val> Stifles a laugh. "Ah, probably it." William Chocox 02-May-21 07:39 PM "Alright, give me a moment. Need to move some things around." William starts shifting power needs and attempting to tweak the sensors from the computer. Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:40 PM ::Begins preparations for treatments.:: Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:41 PM ACTION> The Universal Translator chimes to notify Irene that although it does not recognize typical language patterns, it does however detect distinct repetition patterns that seem to indicate some sort of communication. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:43 PM Irene> "Oh, computer's analyzed the transmission patterns. It's... definitely communicating. That's about all I can tell you. Whether it's communicating with us, the energy signatures, itself, or what it's saying, no clue." Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:44 PM Makes his way back to the center seat So, we detected emissions in three or four different places? Deep underground caves, mountain tops, near the planet core and a desert? Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:45 PM Irene counts them off one by one. "The planet's core, a lone beacon in the desert, smaller ones on mountaintops, and the cave systems." Erich Jaenke, CEng 02-May-21 07:47 PM :: Pokes into where Dibois was :: What's up? Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:47 PM Looks over to Jalen Prep an away team. Which spot? CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:47 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Frowns.:: Can we tell where the strongest transmission is emanating? Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:48 PM Irene> "The transmissions are emanating from deep in the planet. The surface ones seem to be reflectors, or receiving stations." Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:49 PM ::Looks up.:: I am preparing us for possible radiation treatments. Seems like we may have found something. CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:51 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> We'll start with the desert, then, and work our way through the locations. Rex, pick a few officers and head to TR2. Chocox, Mincine, prep whatever you need to take with you and report to the transporter room. Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:52 PM Rex> Nods Aye, aye. Sends a message down to security for some goldshirts to join them in the TR room and for Macklin to come up to relieve him. CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:52 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Dubois+ Doctor, do you read? Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:53 PM Clark> Looks over to Val and makes a hand gesture to show his relief he didn't pull away team duty Irene Mincine 02-May-21 07:53 PM Irene> "Mm-hmm." She heads off to the turbolift, disappearing to gather her things for an away mission. Val> Whispers back. "Hey, someone's gotta fly the ship." Captain Swain 02-May-21 07:55 PM Rex> Follows along with everyone else into the TL Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 07:56 PM +Jalen+ Yes Commander? Erich Jaenke, CEng 02-May-21 07:59 PM We go from one medical emergency to another CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 07:59 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Maryse+ Doctor, I need you and Dr. Ryssan to gather what you need to inoculate the away team and join us in TR2. The two of you will be monitoring crew health while we explore the planet. Maryse Dubois 02-May-21 08:00 PM +Jalen+ Understood. ::looks to Indaura.:: Shall we? ::Gets up to stock up a couple of kits.:: Erich Jaenke, CEng 02-May-21 08:01 PM (brb) William Chocox 02-May-21 08:01 PM William has headed down to Engineering to get his tools and such. Captain Swain 02-May-21 08:01 PM Rex> Rex arrived at the transporter room where three goldshirts were waiting for him. He was pleased with their efficiency. They brought all the gear they'd need for at least the first phase of the mission, including extra water bottles and sun-screen lotion. Irene Mincine 02-May-21 08:04 PM Irene showed up a few minutes later, with her science backpack. She's wearing sunglasses and her skin was shiny from all the sunscreen. "Ready to go." CdrMirandaHawthorne 02-May-21 08:05 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose, tugging on his uniform tunic.:: We'll keep the comms open. Captain Swain 02-May-21 08:05 PM Nods to Jalen Good luck Commander. I wish I were coming along but... well I know better. William Chocox 02-May-21 08:06 PM William finally shows up, with his engineering kit and other accouterments. Captain Swain 02-May-21 08:07 PM ...and... !PAUSE MEE6 BOT 02-May-21 08:08 PM ======== PAUSE SIM ======== ======== PAUSE SIM ======== ======== PAUSE SIM ========
  7. Medical stabilizes the patient who was in the broken pod. Arizhel reaches the shuttle, but couldn't take off because the nacelles cracked. She brings the shuttle back on the ground. Dana and Arizhel surmise that the ground is causing equipment to become brittle. They call for additional medical and engineering teams, but those teams' shuttles can't land, otherwise they might also be affected by the dust. The medical shuttle arrives and its AT starts disembarking while the shuttle hovers. chatlog-2021-05-02.txt
  8. 21.07.05 Aegis Chat Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |07 May 2021 4 August 2388 - Stardate 2388.218 TBS is 7 days - the time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. It has been 19 days since Aegis came out of subspace. Except for a few, supply and salvage ships, engineers, and maintenance personnel are finished. Border Patrol ships continue to scan the area for the Alien Alliance. Security personnel monitor civilians who enter the station. Most businesses on the commerce deck are open, drawing the children to Blubbies. Crew quarters are checked thoroughly and some are refurbished. Almost everything has come back to normal. Supply and salvage ships, engineers, and maintenance are leaving. Chirakis (Mod):=/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis (Mod):=/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: :::in medical as well:: Chirakis (Mod) : :::walking through the station with security guards::: Alexis McFarland: :::with Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::preparing, if possible, to take the girls out on that promised commerce-deck outing:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Hello? Alexis McFarland: ::excited:: CdrBrown: ::in CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::also on the CnC, pleased that the rhythm of station life is slowly easing back towards normal:: Jylliene: ::arriving at the arranged meeting point:: Chirakis (Mod): :::checking several things in different areas:::: Dacia Sandero: ::looking over medical inventory that just came in with the med techs:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana's hand as they head to the meeting point, happy most of the stores have now reopened:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finally has put the pieces into place in the medical area::: Tarisa:Miana> Yay Jylliene: ::sees Miana and Alexis, grins:: Tarisa: ::Entering CnC, she heads towards the SCI console. She was pleased that things were starting to return to normal.:: Jylliene: Good morning! ::to them:: CdrBrown: ::to Scott:: Salvage ships expect to depart at 1500. Chirakis (Mod): :::scrutinizing every important area, including security:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::walking the corridors, calibrating internal sensor nodes:: Tarisa:Miana> ::Tail waves.:: Hi Annisha's Mother. Alexis McFarland: Helloo Jylliene: ::grins:: Ready for our day? Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yes! ::smiles:: Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Good. Jylliene: Hungry? I don't know if you've had breakfast yet. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I didn't have breakfast yet. Tarisa:Miana> ::Tummy rumbles.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::turning toward Dacia fairly excited to have new equipment::: Dacia! What did they bring? Mimipavilion: ::coordinating and calibrating an equipment check section by section, specifically the biobeds to her office making sure things are in order:: Jylliene: Well then, let's get that settled first. Do you have a favorite place for breakfast? Dacia Sandero: ::looks over to Amanda:: It looks like they've brought most of what we've requested, though we still haven't gone through everything yet. Annisha: :: With the group :: Tarisa:Miana> You mean besides Blubby's? Amanda Davis PhD: Wonderful! Scott Coleridge: ::makes some notes on areas where repairs are ahead or have stalled, checks reasons why to see if there's anything he can smooth out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on the comm system from main engineering. Checking everything :: Alexis McFarland: ::rubs chin:: Hmm. Sometimes I get some Onigiris from the Japanese place, otherwise Blubby's Amanda Davis PhD: Do you need any help? Jylliene: Then if you don't mind, let's do the Onigiris for breakfast, and we can do Blubby's for lunch? Tarisa:Miana> Um...My neemah likes that place. ::Points to the pastry shop that Tarisa frequents in the mornings.:: Dacia Sandero: Well, if you're able that'd be nice. But, I think the techs and nurses are doing well enough cataloging. Jylliene: Ohh, or that. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, pastries and Onigiri sound good to me. Jylliene: Or both. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: Annisha: Sweets! Tarisa: Miana> Mmhm Alexis McFarland: Yess Jylliene: Onigiri, then the pastries? Scott Coleridge: ::notes they have several businesses applying for re-opening permits:: Hmm Jylliene: ::starting to head in that direction:: Tarisa:Miana> ::Nods:: Jylliene: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Was saddened that Robinson had to go, but that's the transient nature of Starfleet, or any military organization. :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working up in CnC :: Mimipavilion: ::sighs with relief:: finally all that is dealt with. hopefully no more hiccups. Chirakis (Mod): ::finally satisfied she enters the command lift and enters CnC::: Dacia Sandero: I hope so as well. It was a rough couple of weeks. Alexis McFarland: Yay Chirakis (Mod): :::straight to the coffee::: Mimipavilion: ::goes and sees what all the excitement is out in the facility:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Commander, do you have some personnel to lend me right now? Alexis McFarland: ::following along:: Jylliene: ::approaching the Japanese shop:: You can each place your orders. Tarisa: ::Perks up>:: Sir? Mimipavilion: ::goes to Amanda and Dacia:: What's all the excitement going on out here. Tarisa:Miana> Oooohh... ::Having trouble deciding.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::peeks around the corner:: An amazing amount of equipment, Doctor. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Several more businesses are applying for re-opening permits and need environment and health/safety inspections. With the engineering teams overworked as it is, I'd like to assign some science officers to the job. Mimipavilion: ::goes and looks:: Oooohhh... that makes this CMO very happy. Alexis McFarland: Yay ::orders some salmon and tuna Origins:: Tarisa: Oh yes, of course. ::Pulls up a roster. After a glance, she selects a few, then hands Scott that PADD:: These officers should be qualified. Tarisa: ::Perks up>:: Sir? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the next node. Sets a test sample down and observes the sensor results:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Excellent, thank you. Soon we'll have more restaurants and shops open again. Tarisa:Miana> ::Does the same, but adds a shrimp and squid.:: Alexis McFarland: ::also gets some Ranmune as well:: No file chosen. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::makes some minor adjustments then moves to the next section:: Scott Coleridge: ::arranges for ops to contact the personnel on the list and assign them to do the inspections:: Tarisa:Miana> ::Tries to be cool and orders a boba tea.:: Chirakis (Mod): :::satisfied as she watches those around her working beyond belief... well mostly::: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, it's nice getting new stuff. It's everything we've requested I think as well. CdrBrown: ::tracking fleet patrol movements:: Jylliene: ::selects a boba tea for herself:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking everything out::: Mimipavilion: ::also checking everything out:: Nijil tr'Korjata::: Still working :: Alexis McFarland: ::sits at a table and eats her Onigiri:: Tarisa:Miana> ::Eats as well.: Tries not to squeal with joy.:: Mmm Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my. I don't believe we've had this much equipment in years! Mimipavilion: ::to Amanda:: That is so true. Annisha::: Drinking and eating at Onigirl's :: Jylliene: Nice to be back to normal? Dacia Sandero: Yeah I know right. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking the next node. Records variations due to inconsistent energy flow. Tags it for engineering inspection:: Dacia Sandero: Feels like Christmas Chirakis (Mod): :::slow step to check CnC and listen to personnel:::: Tarisa:Miana> ::Nods, popping the squid Onigiri in her mouth.:: Mmhm. CdrBrown: ::drinks his coffee, and sets the mug back down on the console:: Alexis McFarland: Yes it is! ::wipes some rice pieces off her mouth, then eats them:: Jylliene:::nods:: Annisha: ::Eats:: Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Don't spill that. We just repaired that console. Amanda Davis PhD: ::finalizes her area of the equipment and furnishes a report::: Annisha: Hey Mom, when will things turn to normal around here? Jylliene: Think we're nearly there. Alexis McFarland: Ooh that's nice Jylliene: Nearly. CdrBrown: ::to Scott:: in all the years you've known me, have I ever spilled my coffee, even during battle? Tarisa:Miana> Yay Jylliene:((Famous last words)) Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Now you've done it! Scott Coleridge: ::backs away slowly from Brown:: Tarisa: ::Gives a curious look.:: Jylliene: ::seeing them about done:: ready to go to the pastry shop? Chirakis (Mod): :::slight grin and chuckle::: Are you the master of the Coffee Order, Commander Brown? Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her Onigiri:: Yes. Annisha: Oh yeah! Jylliene: ::unsure where they put all the food, but remembers her mom said she was similar at that age:: Tarisa:Miana> Yes! ::Tail does happy swish.:: CdrBrown: I am the Coffee Commander, Captain Amanda Davis PhD: ::passing the list of equipment and settling them in where they should be::: Jylliene: ::Proceeds toward the pastry shop with the girls:: Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: That name's not going away now. Annisha: This place is so quiet still. Chirakis (Mod): :::raises a brow::: Are you certain of that? ::puts her coffee aside::: Tarisa:Miana> I want to try the claw of the bear. That is what Neemah says she gets. Chirakis (Mod): :::Scott::: It is more of a challenge. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, claw of the bear. My Neemah usually gets that... or a cruller of the honey CdrBrown: This Andorian no-spill mug has been with me since my academy days Jylliene: It is a little quiet, but that'll change as things get more settled. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pinging various endpoints along the communications system :: Dacia Sandero: :::helping put away and organize the new equipment:: Chirakis (Mod): Has it? Then if you have used it for.... 30 terran years.... you must need a new one. Alexis McFarland: It's kinda nice, when it's not so crowded though. More space to walk around. Chirakis (Mod): ::hand behind her back against the coffee::: Jylliene: It is ::agreeing with Alexis:: Annisha: People are skittish.. CdrBrown: I just replace the battery every so often. The secret is the force field when it detects a sudden movement and spillage potential. Jylliene: Some of the shops are still in the process of reopening. Tarisa:Miana> ::Curious, cause her ears twitch.:: I hear people. Jylliene: Some of the citizens are still settling in Alexis McFarland: Ah. That must be what you are hearing Miana. Chirakis (Mod): :::arms crossed::: It does? Interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks he heard something :: Hello? CdrBrown: I heard it was developed originally to keep Andorian Wine from spilling. invented by an engineer who was tired of spilling her wine Chirakis (Mod): I see. CdrBrown: ::sees the looks on several faces:: I think I know what I am getting everyone for Christmas this year. Alexis McFarland: ::following along with everyone else:: Chirakis (Mod): And was your Andorian given a bit of her own medicine? Annisha: My hearing is good too, but not as good as Miana's CdrBrown: I hope she made a profit! CdrBrown: ::realized that by saying that word, somewhere, somehow, Drankum's lobes twitched:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns and hears nothing, nor sees it :: Chirakis (Mod):=/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis (Mod):=/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis (Mod): Thank you Chirakis (Mod):Interesting sim. CdrBrown:its all Scott's fault Alexis McFarland:lol Chirakis (Mod): Careful, Commander. Chirakis (Mod):Next week we should have finished everything needed for Aegis. Civilians pile in... Chirakis (Mod): ...and something might happen. Chirakis (Mod): What doth thou think of that Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Something always seems to be happening. Chirakis (Mod):Indeed it does. Chirakis (Mod):Commander Brown? CdrBrown: Is it something wicked?? Chirakis (Mod):Perhaps. CdrBrown: Then I am ready for it! Chirakis (Mod): Excellent. Chirakis (Mod): Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis (Mod): Seeing none.... Chirakis (Mod): Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |07 May 2021 4 August 2388 - Stardate 2388.218 TBS is 7 days - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. It has been 19 days since Aegis came out of subspace. Except for a few, supply and salvage ships, engineers, and maintenance personnel are finished. Border Patrol ships continue to scan the area for the Alien Alliance. Security personnel monitor civilians who enter the station. Most businesses on the commerce deck are open, drawing the children to Blubbies. Crew quarters are checked thoroughly and some are refurbished. Almost everything has come back to normal.
  10. Earlier
  11. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1118, STARDATE 52105.03 = /\ = The crew of Manticore had been split apart and thrown into the distant past. Manticore to a time when StarFleet was just beginning to explore the galaxy and a team of four on the shuttle Wyvern sent many millennia further to an alien planet with a medievel society and a bleak future. The Wyvern team have spent over six months on the planet with their hope of rescue waining every day. Some have acclimated to their situation while others turned into scapegoats in a political fued between the reigning King and an ambitious Bishop. Things turned bad when a failed assassination attempt on the Bishop gave him just cause to set his plans in motion. Meanwhile Manticore has been trying to retrieve their team and failed twice at reaching the time coordinates the Wyvern was sent finally settling for "close enough" six months after the shuttle arrived. Now on the planet Erich and Annika stumbled on a mob ready to execute some local heretics only to discover they are Callista and Faldek. On the other side of town Matt aided a guilted Bren who had been the assassin on the Bishop. They meet King Getzlaf fleeing his own Kingdom and offer him help retaking his throne. Now both teams are finally reuinted with a clear mission. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1118, STARDATE 52105.03 = /\ = 210503.html
  12. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1118, STARDATE 52105.03 = /\ = The crew of Manticore had been split apart and thrown into the distant past. Manticore to a time when StarFleet was just beginning to explore the galaxy and a team of four on the shuttle Wyvern sent many millennia further to an alien planet with a medievel society and a bleak future. The Wyvern team have spent over six months on the planet with their hope of rescue waining every day. Some have acclimated to their situation while others turned into scapegoats in a political fued between the reigning King and an ambitious Bishop. Things turned bad when a failed assassination attempt on the Bishop gave him just cause to set his plans in motion. Meanwhile Manticore has been trying to retrieve their team and failed twice at reaching the time coordinates the Wyvern was sent finally settling for "close enough" six months after the shuttle arrived. Now on the planet Erich and Annika stumbled on a mob ready to execute some local heretics only to discover they are Callista and Faldek. On the other side of town Matt aided a guilted Bren who had been the assassin on the Bishop. They meet King Getzlaf fleeing his own Kingdom and offer him help retaking his throne. Now both teams are finally reuinted with a clear mission. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1118, STARDATE 52105.03 = /\ =
  13. SD 0425.2021 - No Sim SD 0502.2021 When we last saw our intrepid heroes, Science had detected a series of repeating tetryon emissions from the Optera system. Optera has, like much of this sector, only been mapped passively, but at the time had no known inhabited planets. We pick up there.
  14. The away team gets to the engine room and finds pods connected to the engines. One of the pods breaks, causing its occupant medical distress. Arizhel rushes back to the surface to get help from Arcadia, while Joy tries to help. chatlog-2021-04-25.txt
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |30 April 2021 28 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.211 TBS is 7 days - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. It has been 12 days since Aegis reappeared from subspace. Captain Chirakis has resumed her duties as the commanding officer. Supply ships, Romulan engineers and maintenance personnel, as well as salvage ships surround the area. Border Patrol ships spread out, watching for the Alien Alliance to reappear. Security personnel monitor civilians as they enter the station. Several businesses are almost ready to open. Crew quarters are refurbished. Personnel will come back in stages.
  16. Today marks the 23rd year the USS Manticore has been in service. Under new leadership she's as dysfunctional as ever. Exactly as her first Captain intended. :D
  17. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1117, STARDATE 52104.26 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. The four crew members inside the shuttle Wyvern are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. The team has now been on the planet for over six months with no indication of rescue. They've been separated, Callista and Kansas acclimating to the culture while Bren and Faldek have fled the town after being falsely accused of collusion. Taking matters into their own hands, Bren and Faldek attempted an assassination of the Bishop who caused their exile. However the attempt failed and instead allowed the already prudent Bishop to have a reason to detain the Lady Callista, whom he feels has been getting too close to the King. The Bishop seems to have been planning to remove the King and took advantage of his opportunity. Now the King is fleeing his own Kingdom. Meanwhile, Manticore found themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they previously witnessed destroyed. Manticore followed the shuttle's trajectory back to Pallus IV only to learn they weren't thrown as far back as Wyvern. Two attempts later and a badly battered Manticore has finally found her crew, but to collect them will be its own task. McFly, Erich and Annika found Bren on the outskirts of the town in a state of disbelief and regret. McFly stayed behind while Erich and Annika went to find the rest of the crew. Instead they found a spectacle... And it seems, Kansas. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1117, STARDATE 52104.26 = /\ = 210426.html
  18. Playing with Fire 12 JUN 2388 (Just before the Pakled Plant-Eaters Convention and the Great Blip of Aegis.) Ethan leaned on the table, the lung-battering pulse of EDM chiseling at his brain. Heads undulated like a rough sea on the dance floor below. The engineering that went into isolating the compartment, preventing the bass from bleeding across the station's frame, must have cost a penny or two. He could barely hear himself talk, much less think. Lifting his tumbler for a sip, he scanned the nearby faces. At the very least, the other patrons were too deafened or engrossed to eavesdrop. "Who is this snitch?" "I told you: private investigator," Gage answered irritably, hunched over and looking uptight as hell. The more he tried to avoid notice, the more people noticed him. Telling the guy to relax was about as helpful as pissing on a supernova. Gage could barely muster more than a vague “play it cool" before dragging Ethan to the club. Mercifully, Ethan's natural personality lent a bit of a my-angry-buddy-is-in-a-rough-patch vibe. It warded off most patrons, who only cared to rubberneck. He smiled casually, lifting his drink at yet another pair of curious passersby. "Yeah, no. What's his name?" "Jackie." "Just Jackie?" "Yeah. Not everyone has a last-name, you know," Gage retorted, only to crumble under Ethan's subtle frown. "Ok, so I didn't ask. ******* sue me." Ethan grunted scoffingly, cringing as he swallowed another mouthful of synthehol. He disliked it as much as alcohol. But when in Rome, you compromise a bit. "We're meeting him here: why?" "Her" — Gage hesitated — "sounded like a girl, I think. And this is where she said she’d be. She ‘likes the ‘atmosphere’ or some ****.” Ethan heard implications in that story. "What're we looking for?" Gage shrugged. "Beats me. She said she'd find us." "You didn't hire her," he fished. It was that, or he had just craigslisted the whole thing. "No. Your parents did." That surprised him, raising his brow a bit. Ethan knew they had paid a few investigators over the last year and a half to look for Rebecca. But this one's peculiar behavior would have provoked second thoughts about hiring. Maybe they didn't know. He glanced from the crowd to his watch. The time for their meeting had come and gone unmet. Plenty of theories why but little to ground or narrow them down. He mused whether she was a paranoiac, given the lack of information she volunteered. Maybe she wanted to observe from afar before she decided to approach. He glanced at Gage, puzzling over which of them would intimidate her more. “You have a way to track her down if she's a no-show?" Gage hesitated, a cringe betraying that he hadn't considered it. "Nope." Ethan hummed short of commenting on his cousin's haphazard way of doing things. Always charging like a blind linebacker. No changing it mid-play. Tossing back the last swig, Ethan spotted her in the crowd over the rim of the glass. She wiggled her fingers in a wave at him. He just about choked. “Hey, look. It’s your favorite rapist," Gage quipped. "Oh, and she has a friend.” The so-called friend had just lip-locked a ring of five guests before wrapping an unearthly arm around the Bajoran. Freely sharing saliva was unremarkable these days. Evolve enough humanoid species in an ever-expanding universe, and eventually, someone's culture would hello or goodbye you on the mouth without hesitation. A bit like the French and their old-world cheek-kissing. Or that resort-planet, Risa: because hedonism loves company — or just a lot of bodies. But the intimate way the Bajoran's companion held her as they bussed and whispered in each other's ears definitely went beyond a new-age Faire la bise. Abruptly, the pair aimed at them, wearing giant smiles. Gage's expression fell, echoing his dread. “****, that can’t be good," Gage said. "You're gonna have to tell them off." Ethan blinked. "What?" "After I told Jackie you were coming, she said she'd back out if anyone else showed up." He remarked dryly, "Should tell me these things before they happen." "I just did," Gage snarked incredulously. "Doesn't count." "Come on, cuz! Don't hang me out." "I'm not. You tell them off." He clapped Gage's shoulder. "I've got your back." "I can't. People like me. But look at you: you're cold as ******* ice right now. Born-*******-natural at being unfriendly. And I don't want to ruin my chances later." Gage mumbled the last part, but Ethan heard it. He couldn't help the flat stare that drove Gage to shift uncomfortably. "What? I can shop the market. I'm divorced." More accurately, devour all the sample trays at the grocer. Now it made sense: why it took him all this time to track his daughter and her mother of a kidnapper. That was the unkind thought Ethan had to shove down, at any rate. He focused on the pair of approaching women instead. Or possibly a man and a woman. "Is that a dude?" Gage blurted. So he saw it, too, the way the companion's facial structure seemed to morph between masculine and feminine beneath the assorted lighting. The hips swayed exaggeratedly as s/he walked. Otherwise, s/he presented a curveless, spindly figure in a skintight black gown and towered like someone who had matured under a fraction of Earth's gravity. The big gray and pink irises, achromic complexion, and cropped hair — not just hair: feathers or scales — popped in the blacklights. Contrasted by pitch-dark sclera and body tattoos etched in the blackest ink that gave the illusion nothing held the bright parts together. "Oh, that's creepy as ****," Gage drawled a bit too close to earshot for comfort. The Brobdingnagian pulled up at their table across from Ethan and took stock of the men, vacant chairs, and surroundings. "I assume this is where you want us to sit? With our backs to the door?" Cynicism shaded the question, despite the attempt at maintaining a practiced urbanity. She spoke Standard, accented by a native tongue with fewer phonemes, in a high-pitched and delicate timbre by human standards. Or he or however they wanted to identify. But Ethan understood why Gage had thought it sounded effeminate. It was easier for him to follow in his head that way, at any rate. "Yes." It took a second for Gage to glare at him the inevitable: what the **** are you doing?! "I suppose it can't be helped. Hello, Gage." She flummoxed him with a pat on his cheek and took a seat next to him. "Well, it seems that one of you is smart, and one of you is — mmm — passably handsome." Ethan paid little to the remark, glancing narrowly at the Bajoran as she slipped into the remaining chair between him and her companion. He had tensed for a moment, expecting to fend off another round of molesting. But the woman who accosted him yesterday just sat there. Uncharacteristically quiet, almost demure, and content to drape from her companion's taller shoulder. As much for closeness as balance, given her unsteadiness and the smell of fruity cocktails. While he appreciated the lack of attention—aside from her leering—it felt off. Ethan slouched back, hanging his left arm over the back of the chair. The gears in Gage's brain clicked. "Wait. You're Jackie?" "Yes. I am," Jackie confirmed and looked at Ethan. "Before we get to business, why don't you tell me how you made me?" "Why the **** does that mat—" Jackie held her palm to Gage's face. "Quid pro quo. From one professional to another. Please, regale me." The seconds ticked by as they stared at each other. Gage twitched. He never had the patience to sit out these silent spells. "Dude, tell her so we can ******* get on with this ****." Ethan's gaze dropped to the neon drink in her hand. He tipped his empty tumbler on the tabletop in her direction. "Don't smell like alcohol." Bit of irony in the history of synthehol. Invented by Ferengi, who used it to dupe clientele drink-for-drink into making deals while drunk. One day, corporate spies busted the secret, and an entire galaxy of potential business victims fell in love with it, opening an unintended and far more lucrative market. Ferengi got over that injury pretty fast. Until Bajoran synthale entered the scene, which lit off a bit of a rivalry. He remembered one who considered it near-unholy for religious people to invent non-alcoholic drinks solely for promoting sobriety. Sacrilegious in the face of profits, maybe. All synthetic ethanol benefited from the taste, smell, and feel of the real thing without the inebriating effect. Most humanoids could overindulge and never reach a buzz. The appeal baffled Ethan. Some thought it milder than ethanol, but he found the stuff just as unpleasant. Overwhelmingly bitter and often accompanied by a burn that flooded the nose like chlorinated water after a bad dive. Friends would ask if he could taste the spice in this or the sweetness in that. It all fell flat behind the alcoholic or vomitus sapor. Over the years, he had come to appreciate that inability to "savor the bouquet." It likely saved him from developing an alcoholic habit common to his profession. More than he could say for the Bajoran at the table. He wondered whether she knew what her situation suggested — what Jackie had in store for her. Gage boldly sniffed Jackie's glass. "Smells like it to me." "Her breath." "Whatever," Gage tossed back, eyes rolling and folding his arms. A few humanoids in any species, people blessed with those uncommon receptors, could tell synthehol and alcohol apart. But it didn't take an evolutionary superpower. While both left a temporary scent in the mouth, synthetics and ethanol metabolized divergently. Drinking the real stuff faster than the body could process it allowed some unmetabolized excess to enter the blood. Ethanol circulating to the lungs meant most humanoids exhaled it, producing that distinct, mildly sweet breath no mint could hide. Jackie's smelled untainted. Maybe a bit onion-like. Assuming she didn't have some rare gene, either the glass contained something synthetic, or she had a motive to nurse that drink fiercely. He had a fifty-fifty chance at guessing that part correctly, but the crux rested in her desire to stay sober. It also took one to know one, and both could spot a poser. Sorry — rookie. She tended to paint her target with body language and gaze, among other things. But something about her made him reluctant to give her pointers. Their mutual scrutiny had grown severe the longer they stared. For only tenths of a second, the skin of Jackie's face rippled upward into a few hundred feather-like scales, revealing depthless black underneath, and smoothed back to seamlessness. Probably the most patent microexpression he had ever seen. It reminded Ethan of a startled bird. "What the ****?" Gage breathed in recoil, drawing glances from both. Ethan glimpsed the server trolling the seated area in his periphery as he stopped and surveyed the tables. Then, with the rapidity of a shark that smelled blood, the server stood next to him. "Need a refill?" "Uh, yeah. Water, thanks." After the others shook their heads, the server smiled and withdrew with the tumbler. Jackie revealed a mouthful of perfect teeth as she gushed velvety laughter. "It seems we think alike: you and I." He smirked wryly. Gage slapped the table. "Ok, spy hard convention's over. Where's my daughter?" "That's not the first order of business," she replied smoothly. "First, we will discuss my fee—" "The **** we will. You were already paid." "I'm afraid your case has cost me more than I anticipated. I need passage off Aegis." "Passage is free," Ethan interjected. "For citizens." She glared at him, a yellow sheen in her eyes. "And those who don't care about leaving a record." Ethan scoffed under a half-smirk. “How much?” “One bar of latinum.” "The ****?!" Gage’s fist slammed the tabletop, the vein throbbing in his forehead. “We’re talking about my kid!” "You're not the only client who wants results," she shot back. "The people who took your daughter are very difficult and dangerous to track down. Some of us can't operate off charity." Distain curled the corner of her lips. "You *****—" Gage lept to his feet, toppling the chair behind him. The impact of Ethan's shoulder to Gage's mouth muffled whatever else came next. "Hey!" Ethan barked, pressing backward from the table. "Cool it." The upturned chair nearly tripped Gage. He wrestled against the grip Ethan had on his shirt. Struggled to regain his footing and counter. Gage's half-drunken state made it easier to manhandle him. Ethan had pushed him several tables away before Gage could dig in enough to break free. Patrons looked on with wide eyes, but none attempted to intervene. "******* stop!" Gage dabbed his lower lip, a film of blood on the end of his finger, thumping Ethan's. "What the ***, Ethan?" "Not going to work this way, Gage," he cautioned, sidestepping to block Gage from going back with opened hands in the air. "******* rich," Gage laughed as he spun in agitation, jabbing toward Jackie. "That ***** is holding Rebecca hostage for more ******* money, and I'm starting to get the impression you still don't give a ****." "Wouldn't be here if I didn't care," Ethan said flatly, cutting any chance to air old grudges about the last time Gage asked for help. "Listen, fighting with her isn't going to get you answers. You can't save Rebecca from jail." His cousin deflated, tension giving way to anxiety. He chafed at his face and head. "Where am I going to get a ******* bar of latinum? I don't have a hundred thousand ******* credits. Emptied my bank just to fuel up. I'm ******* broke!" "I know. I'll take care of it. Just do me a favor and go get your ship ready." He flashed a small but confident smile. "No, I'm her dad," Gage stabbed a finger at his own chest, hissing through his teeth as his eyes glistened. "I should be the one—" "You will be. You will be," Ethan assured, squeezing his shoulder. "This is just the pregame. Get the ship ready. We need to leave sooner rather than later." Gage mulled it over for a second before heaving a sigh. "What are you gonna do?" "Whatever I have to," he promised. "But that's going to be a lot harder with you here." "****," Gage spat, cuffing the crown of his head. "Don't worry." He squeezed again. "I've got your back." After tossed a grudging, "******* better," Gage left without causing more of a scene. In his wake, Ethan took a moment to breathe and collect his thoughts. Someone had uprighted the chair, and the Bajoran had disappeared by the time he returned to his seat. "What happened to your friend?" "Her name is Sovana," Jackie stressed, "and she went to the toilet." The straw from her drink swayed near the corner of her mouth. She held it pinched between her fingers like a cigarette while she assessed him with an amused expression. "Quite the feat you performed over there. The server brought your drink while you were gone. I told them you had everything under control. I see I wasn't wrong." Ethan glanced at the glass and decided he felt unthirsty. "He's lucky you're here to temper him. He's a very angry man," she said of Gage. It struck Ethan as off-hand and unwelcome. "I suppose that's reasonable in his situation. But no one in my profession wants to work with him after the last contact." She caught the rise in Ethan's brow, adding: "Ah, so he didn't tell you. Well, let's just say that one of my colleagues is a coward—" "You accept credits?" He held up a PADD, and her countenance flattened like he had dropped a bomb. She fished out hers—who knew from where in that fitted gown—and swiped upward with the straw still in hand. A request for mobile payment blipped on his screen. "Send it there." "Five grand," he said flatly. "The rest after we verify your intel." "That's fair." Not as desperate as she claimed. She agreed to it too quickly. That she could keep clients or earn decent reviews with extortion sounded improbable. He wondered what had inspired her to shakedown a grieving father and felt her stare boring a hole in his head while he typed. "You know what they say about Jack?" she asked. "No, who's Jack?" "All work and no play?" Her simpering soured at his indifference. "The Shining?" "What's that?" "You do watch Human movies, don't you?" He preferred reading and didn't feel like discussing his hobbies. "No." Her device chimed at the completed transfer, and she scrolled as she mused aloud. "I watched a lot of your movies when I was learning Standard. I particularly enjoyed psychological horror." She paused to grin at him. Good to know, he mused ironically. "There," she said, "I've sent you a copy of everything I have on Rebecca." He stuffed the PADD in his pocket. "Thanks. Check it later." His plan to leave then derailed as he caught sight of the Bajoran, plodding a (mostly) straight route to the table. He inclined his head, drawing Jackie's gaze over her shoulder. "What's Sovana on?" "On? Ah. She said that she wanted to have an extra good time when we make love tonight. So I let her try some of my stash before we came here. Q, what I would give for one of my smokes right now!" A shiver ruffled her scales, and she blew dramatically out of the corner of her mouth. "But, of course, your Federation doesn't allow smoking in public spaces." Ethan stared blankly, and Jackie pointed at him with an underscoring chuckle. "I saw how she abused you yesterday. You should thank me for taking her off you. I like her." She added with a shrug, "It's a shame that she has a bounty." "Bounty?" She frowned. "Allegedly, she slept with some alien matriarch's fifth husband and failed to appear for the trial. His story starts a bit like yours, actually. But, as they say, 'innocent before guilty.'" She smiled to herself. "Who knows, this could be the beginning of a charming relationship." Ethan said nothing, resting a hand over his mouth and jaw. She spoke so openly that he began to doubt his suspicions, but that quiet feeling persisted. Bounty hunting skipped bails was legal in the Federation, he reasoned. Sovana, the Bajoran, managed to reach the table on her feet and nuzzled Jackie. "Let's leave now, Quee." "Yes, ja'ahkayah." She patted Sovana's hand with a faint grin and looked at Ethan. "We're done here, right?" Ethan briefly lifted the hand from his face in agreement. He couldn't say he felt sad to see them leave. Sovana had other ideas and pitched across the table, sending the tumbler of water in a slide he barely stopped. "You can come, too, Lieutenant," she purred, caressing his chest. Fortunately, her condition had her too awkward to do much else. "Sovana, you promised it would be just the two of us tonight." Jackie pried her up, looping an arm around her. Stronger than she looked, given how easily she supported the more buxom Bajoran. "Ok," Sovana bobbed sloppily. "But I want him to come tomorrow." Jackie pressed her lips to suppress the laugh that puffed her cheeks. "I'm sure he'd love to," she said, the patronizing tone lost on the drunk. She winked at Ethan as if to say: Look, I saved you again. It irritated him. She steered the pair for the exit, twisting a few steps into it and contorting in a swipe at her PADD. "Here. Something extra for your trouble. From one professional to another." Then she carried on, moving quickly despite the deadweight hanging off her side. He watched them merge down the short staircase into the crowd on the dance floor. His skin crawled at what had unfolded. The product of a hundred and fifty planets and a half-million diverse cultures in the most hedonistic and sexually liberal century to date. Trillions of law-abiding citizens freely living their lives how they wanted. Not the first time he had run into someone with values that didn't mirror his. He defended basic freedom. He didn't have to like everything they did with it. The PADD in his pocket shuddered a second time, finally rousing him to fish it out. The last message Jackie sent contained a single black playing card. Ethan recognized the metallic logo of a syndicate called the Band of Blackout Brothers. Nearly impossible to track, almost fabled, and most certainly at odds with the Federation. He felt a chill. No one could get ahold of these cards without trading blood for their trust. That she possessed one painted Jackie in a dubious light at best. He flipped it over. Aces. Highest priority and risk: biggest payout. Several million credits worth that devalued with time to up the ante. He blinked, but his face was still there, staring back in holographic definition. Bold white letters flashed his name across the bottom, underscored by a warning in red: Former Special Forces. Wanted: dead. Ethan's jaw flexed, the temperature dropping around him further as he read the timestamp near the countdown. Just hours after he requested leave. It hit him all at once. Not Jackie. A misquote of Jah Quee. That elusive Chameloid from the Deck of 52. She weighed a five among the most wanted when they added her in 2244. Never climbed or dropped in the reshuffle. Higher targets got all the task forces, and lesser ones practically stumbled into cuffs daily. Everyone joked she was so average that she couldn't even get out of the deck after she had likely died of old age. They couldn't have gone far. Ethan half-vaulted the table, gave the crowd a hasty scan before he sprinted onto the dance floor. He forced his way through a dozen patrons. Ignored the shouts and brushed off the few who got pushy. He hadn't thought to ask from where Sovana had skipped bond. But the Blackouts operated in places far outside the Federation, and he could think of one staunchly matriarchal society that would want her head shipped on ice. They would mount her on a stake as an example. No fair trial awaited, not even the sham of one. Say by some anomaly the male half of the affair had consented: he didn't possess the rights to defend her. No doubt, given her behavior, she had brought it on herself through hubris or folly. But Ethan couldn't let someone just abduct and murder her. The idea went against everything he believed, the fundamental right he had fought and sacrificed harder than ever to preserve in the last year. He rushed through the lobby into the passageway, threading between clusters of people to the nearest junction. Then he backtracked to the opposite side. "Scheiße," he gritted, panting as he propped a hand against the joint of the bulkheads. He lost them.
  19. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1117, STARDATE 52104.26 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. The four crew members inside the shuttle Wyvern are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. The team has now been on the planet for over six months with no indication of rescue. They've been separated, Callista and Kansas acclimating to the culture while Bren and Faldek have fled the town after being falsely accused of collusion. Taking matters into their own hands, Bren and Faldek attempted an assassination of the Bishop who caused their exile. However the attempt failed and instead allowed the already prudent Bishop to have a reason to detain the Lady Callista, whom he feels has been getting too close to the King. The Bishop seems to have been planning to remove the King and took advantage of his opportunity. Now the King is fleeing his own Kingdom. Meanwhile, Manticore found themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they previously witnessed destroyed. Manticore followed the shuttle's trajectory back to Pallus IV only to learn they weren't thrown as far back as Wyvern. Two attempts later and a badly battered Manticore has finally found her crew, but to collect them will be its own task. McFly, Erich and Annika found Bren on the outskirts of the town in a state of disbelief and regret. McFly stayed behind while Erich and Annika went to find the rest of the crew. Instead they found a spectacle... And it seems, Kansas. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1117, STARDATE 52104.26 = /\ =
  20. The away team investigates the crashed ship. They find personal effects in cargo holds and a set of pods connected to the engines in the rear. The lifesigns emanate from the pods. chatlog-2021-04-18.txt
  21. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/23/21 = /\ = 21 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.204 TBS is 5 (120 hours) days - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Coleridge remains in Command. Engineering, Science, Security, and Medical personnel have been working hard. Border Patrol is down to DEFCON 4 (low alert). Three supply ships have arrived. Romulans have arrived with engineers and maintenance personnel. Salvage ships from Starfleet are at work. Civilians have been allowed to come back to their homes. Captain Chirakis received an interesting piece of information from Cdr Jorahl. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office paging through information:: Jylliene: ::back in their quarters, feeling better to be back:: Dacia Sandero: ::back in Aegis' medical bay, getting settled in:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: CdrBrown: ::at his station, coordinating the salvage ops of the debris field:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping in her own bed in her room:: Alexis McFarland: ::Glad her room survived relatively unscathed:: CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering Amanda Davis PhD: ::in medical, putting things in the right places:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checking out the quarters for anything strange. Gingerly placing the strange stringed instrument in a corner :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on CnC, monitoring the update of the science computers:: CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering, please send your morning status update ASAP. Chirakis: :::steps out of her office, feeling better::: CdrBrown: ::looks up and sees Chirakis emerge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ I am just leaving my quarters. Wanted to make sure nothing was out of place :: CdrBrown: +Nijil+ Understood. Everything look ok? Annisha: :: Eating breakfast at the table :: Jylliene: ::to Nijil:: Have a good day. Alexis McFarland: ::woken up and is also eating some breakfast:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ Well, if my experience with the Yith is anything, the answer is...maybe. Chirakis: :::checking a few things on approach to Cdr Brown:: Jylliene: ::snickers hearing that:: Dacia Sandero: ::going over some reports and cataloging inventory:: CdrBrown: +Nijil+ maybe is pretty good these days. Let me know how the Romulan maintenance team is fitting in and what your needs are when you get in. Brown out. CdrBrown: ::walks over to Chirakis:: Captain, how are you feeling this morning? Chirakis: ::looks up::: Much better, Commander. A few notes for you from Starfleet Command. :::hands it to him::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: listens to the channel close :: A brown out? What sections of the stati- wait. English, that's his name and the brown out is a phrase. I need more sleep. Nijil tr'Korjata: You know JyJy, I should set up an office here in my quarters. :: looks for a spot :: Well, hmm. CdrBrown: ::takes the PADD and glances very quickly at it:: Glad to hear. hopefully we will have you back to full sooner than later... although, I hear Risa is lovely this time of year... Jylliene: Don't know that we have the space for it. mimipavilion: ::dealing with Starfleet Medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::Finishes her breakfast and goes back to her room to play with her PADD:: Jylliene: We already live where we work; do we really need to work where we live where we work? CdrBrown: Salvage ships have about 3 days left here actually collecting the debris. Another 10 days to process the materials for us to use in repairs Alexis McFarland: (I've been doing that for the past year lol) Chirakis: :::slight grin:: Risa. Not exactly my best place to relax. CdrBrown: I forget, you don't relax relax..... the pits of Kolar on Andoria might be more your speed ::grins:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, looking as refreshed as possible considering the long hours they've all been putting in:: Chirakis: ::to Brown::: Excellent. Commander Coleridge should be here soon. He has been elsewhere for a while. Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander ::nods::: CdrBrown: ::sees Scott arrive, looking fresh:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Seems not. Scott Coleridge: Good morning, everyone. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'd consider a planet to settle on, but that makes us too far from work. Alexis McFarland: ::stretches out on her bed and picks up her cat:: mimipavilion: ::to Admiral DeJariov:: I'll see what I can do, Admiral. But you know as well as I do how stubborn Captain Chirakis can be at times. Have a good day sir. Pavilion out. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am going to check in from here though. :: Gets his large padd out and logs into the engineering network :: Jylliene: There are at least the gardens and parks here. It may not be the same as planetside, but it's not being on a ship, either. CdrBrown: :to Scott:: our plan to keep some extra hands in the area is underway. Salvage ships will be here another 13 days. might be able to squeeze a couple more out of it if we get extra picky... Amanda Davis PhD: :::checking beds, quarantines, different materials used for surgeries, etc::: Dacia Sandero: ::brews up some tea:: mimipavilion: ::turns her chair to face the panel behind her desk, sighs and rests her head against the back of her chair:: Admirals. Why is it always admirals? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking up the details of the latest work duties around the station. Looks up at Annisha :: No I don't know when Blubby's will reopen. Chirakis: :::stands back, listening:::: Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Well done. Amanda Davis PhD: :::taking notes on what more is needed::: Jylliene: I promised the girls I'd take them on an outing once things open back up. Annisha: :: grimaces :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I reviewed more of the details that Jorahl sent over. He is ambitious. CdrBrown: ::to Scott and Chirakis:: fleet is at Defense Condition 4... so I don't expect the big guns to be hanging around much longer. Jylliene: ((Jorahl? Ambitious? Never.)) Annisha: Really, where are we going, the commerce level? Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles her kitty, as she reads her social media accounts:: Jylliene: The shops and restaurants. Jylliene: ::nods to Annisha:: Alexis McFarland: You are getting big and heavy ::puts down her cat:: Alexis McFarland: But not fat. Annisha: :: Types something to Miana and Alexis :: Chirakis: :::listening:: Alexis McFarland: ::reads Annisha's message:: Scott Coleridge: I guess we can just hope the threat has passed for now Scott Coleridge: And focus on rebuilding. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ I have reviewed the big station issues and am sending them to you now. mimipavilion: ::exits her office to check on things in main medical:: Alexis McFarland: I hope Blubby's can reopen soon. CdrBrown: +Nijil+ Thank you. Much appreciated. mimipavilion: ::finds Dacia:: So how are things here in medical? Chirakis: :::she hopes that Mimi will release her soon::: CdrBrown: ::reviews the PADD with the data from Nijil:: Looks like our Romulan friends are settling in perfectly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Jy :: You think I would want to be around my Rihan friends... Nijil tr'Korjata: I still don't know what happened, but I surely need to know. Dacia Sandero: Going well. Amanda and I are cataloging inventory and such. We didn't lose much and everything's mostly in one piece. Annisha: You want help with that pops? Nijil tr'Korjata: Pops? Reading old Earth tomes again? Scott Coleridge: That's good to hear. Jylliene: ::grins:: Chirakis: ::to Scott:: Anything more that is needed? I understand that paperwork is your favorite thing. Scott Coleridge: Hopefully as we get more raw materials from the supply ships, we can start making those structural repairs. mimipavilion: Good good. Continue cataloging, I'm going to go to CnC. Dacia Sandero: OK' Scott Coleridge: ::wry smile:: Yes, I enjoy paperwork so much. CdrBrown: ::chuckles:: mimipavilion: ::nods and to the tl , ordering it to CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::moves into the children's area::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: We're going to need to draft a gradual schedule for repairing, reopening crew quarters and then welcoming crew back in stages. Chirakis: ::Scott:: Excellent. ::Hands him a PADD:: From Starfleet Command. mimipavilion: ::exits the tl and enters CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How is our newest edition fairing back home? Chirakis: :::Scott:: Agreed. Chirakis: ::notes Mimi entering::: Jylliene: Well, I don't know that it bothered him much at all, but I feel much better being home, and that makes dealing with everything easier. Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the children's ward needs work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: He'd sleep through a Borg assimilation. Jylliene: True. mimipavilion: ::keeps back so not to interrupt the on going conversation:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Dr Pavilion. ::nods greeting::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the children's ward:: Looks like I spoke too soon. Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns::: Dacia, I certainly could use a little help here. Everything is in the wrong place and the equipment needs to be checked. Dacia Sandero: Sure, I can lend a hand. I'm glad there were no kids in here during the attack. ::helps out checking the equipment and medical supplies:: Scott Coleridge: Doctor, what brings you to us? Just a social call? Amanda Davis PhD: And let's hope that no one else goes into labor for a while. Scott Coleridge: ::really hoping it isn't more paperwork:: Dacia Sandero: Hm yes., CdrBrown: ::nods:: morning Doctor. mimipavilion: ::sighs:: Well, to check on the Captain after getting hounded by various Admirals, especially the Surgeon General, Admiral DeJariov. Scott Coleridge: Ah Alexis McFarland: A Chirakis: Admiral DeJariov? Interesting. Scott Coleridge: So far she hasn't shown any sign of being a clone, a mirror universe duplicate, or a suborned operative loyal to the Alien Alliance. Chirakis: ::blinkblink::: mimipavilion: Yeah. ::Chirakis:: Tell me about it. Do you have a minute? ::Scott:: That's good to hear. Chirakis: ::to Mimi:: I do. In my office? mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: That'll work. Chirakis: :::Leads the way, waits for Mimi to enter, then closes the door:::: How may I help you? Dacia Sandero: Let's see. ::writing down the list of stuff they need:: I hope they'll include it in the next supply run. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, I agree. Our supplies are very limited, especially for the children. mimipavilion: ::goes to Chirakis' office:: I'd like to give you a quick scan to determine if you are fit for duty. Basically, the reason I was hounded by the various Admirals. Though they didn't quite like my explanation as to why I kept you off duty for the last few days. CdrBrown: ::turns to Scott:: Defense grid has been repositioned and is online. the shipyard is going to begin manufacturing new, upgraded units, and provide more to give us more adequate defense Chirakis: Very well. Please do scan. I need to get back to work. mimipavilion: ::nods and starts scanning:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yeah, totally. Most of them are stuck in their quarters. Hopefully, we can stretch things out till then. Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Excellent. I'm glad the crew is adjusting so well. We're going to be up and running even sooner thanks to their hard work. mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan:: I'd say you can return to full duty immediately. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: Agreed. If it weren't for the Romulans, we'd be up a proverbial creek without a paddle. Amanda Davis PhD: The list is getting longer and longer. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course, Captain. Dacia Sandero: It always seems to be the way of life... Chirakis: ::opens the door for her to exit::: mimipavilion: ::turns and leaves:: Amanda Davis PhD: And after this, the emergency ward. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::approaches Scott::: Commander, a moment? CdrBrown: ::sees Chirakis approach:: Scott, I'll leave you two alone. ::turns and heads back to his console:: Chirakis: :::steps aside to speak::: I may return to duty now. However, I would like you to continue as we were until we can straighten everything out. Captain or Commander means nothing more to me than helping both of us. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: What do you mean by "straighten everything out"? Chirakis: Continue to work on what you were working on, and I will do the same. Unless you would rather not. Scott Coleridge: I suppose. For now. Scott Coleridge: Just don't let me get too comfortable. Chirakis: Oh, I don't let you get too comfortable. There is always something else to do. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by. Chirakis: Okay... Chirakis: We will have another week of work - 7 days that is..... Chirakis: We'll see where we go from there. Chirakis: Questions? Chirakis: Comments?Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  22. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/23/21 = /\ = 21 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.204 TBS is 5 (120 hours) days - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Coleridge remains in Command. Engineering, Science, Security, and Medical personnel have been working hard. Border Patrol is down to DEFCON 4 (low alert). Three supply ships have arrived. Romulans have arrived with engineers and maintenance personnel. Salvage ships from Starfleet are at work. Civilians have been allowed to come back to their homes. Captain Chirakis received an interesting piece of information from Cdr Jorahl. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office paging through information:: Jylliene: ::back in their quarters, feeling better to be back:: Dacia Sandero: ::back in Aegis' medical bay, getting settled in:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: CdrBrown: ::at his station, coordinating the salvage ops of the debris field:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping in her own bed in her room:: Alexis McFarland: ::Glad her room survived relatively unscathed:: CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering Amanda Davis PhD: ::in medical, putting things in the right places:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checking out the quarters for anything strange. Gingerly placing the strange stringed instrument in a corner :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on CnC, monitoring the update of the science computers:: CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering, please send your morning status update ASAP. Chirakis: :::steps out of her office, feeling better::: CdrBrown: ::looks up and sees Chirakis emerge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ I am just leaving my quarters. Wanted to make sure nothing was out of place :: CdrBrown: +Nijil+ Understood. Everything look ok? Annisha: :: Eating breakfast at the table :: Jylliene: ::to Nijil:: Have a good day. Alexis McFarland: ::woken up and is also eating some breakfast:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ Well, if my experience with the Yith is anything, the answer is...maybe. Chirakis: :::checking a few things on approach to Cdr Brown:: Jylliene: ::snickers hearing that:: Dacia Sandero: ::going over some reports and cataloging inventory:: CdrBrown: +Nijil+ maybe is pretty good these days. Let me know how the Romulan maintenance team is fitting in and what your needs are when you get in. Brown out. CdrBrown: ::walks over to Chirakis:: Captain, how are you feeling this morning? Chirakis: ::looks up::: Much better, Commander. A few notes for you from Starfleet Command. :::hands it to him::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: listens to the channel close :: A brown out? What sections of the stati- wait. English, that's his name and the brown out is a phrase. I need more sleep. Nijil tr'Korjata: You know JyJy, I should set up an office here in my quarters. :: looks for a spot :: Well, hmm. CdrBrown: ::takes the PADD and glances very quickly at it:: Glad to hear. hopefully we will have you back to full sooner than later... although, I hear Risa is lovely this time of year... Jylliene: Don't know that we have the space for it. mimipavilion: ::dealing with Starfleet Medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::Finishes her breakfast and goes back to her room to play with her PADD:: Jylliene: We already live where we work; do we really need to work where we live where we work? CdrBrown: Salvage ships have about 3 days left here actually collecting the debris. Another 10 days to process the materials for us to use in repairs Alexis McFarland: (I've been doing that for the past year lol) Chirakis: :::slight grin:: Risa. Not exactly my best place to relax. CdrBrown: I forget, you don't relax relax..... the pits of Kolar on Andoria might be more your speed ::grins:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, looking as refreshed as possible considering the long hours they've all been putting in:: Chirakis: ::to Brown::: Excellent. Commander Coleridge should be here soon. He has been elsewhere for a while. Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander ::nods::: CdrBrown: ::sees Scott arrive, looking fresh:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Seems not. Scott Coleridge: Good morning, everyone. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'd consider a planet to settle on, but that makes us too far from work. Alexis McFarland: ::stretches out on her bed and picks up her cat:: mimipavilion: ::to Admiral DeJariov:: I'll see what I can do, Admiral. But you know as well as I do how stubborn Captain Chirakis can be at times. Have a good day sir. Pavilion out. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am going to check in from here though. :: Gets his large padd out and logs into the engineering network :: Jylliene: There are at least the gardens and parks here. It may not be the same as planetside, but it's not being on a ship, either. CdrBrown: :to Scott:: our plan to keep some extra hands in the area is underway. Salvage ships will be here another 13 days. might be able to squeeze a couple more out of it if we get extra picky... Amanda Davis PhD: :::checking beds, quarantines, different materials used for surgeries, etc::: Dacia Sandero: ::brews up some tea:: mimipavilion: ::turns her chair to face the panel behind her desk, sighs and rests her head against the back of her chair:: Admirals. Why is it always admirals? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking up the details of the latest work duties around the station. Looks up at Annisha :: No I don't know when Blubby's will reopen. Chirakis: :::stands back, listening:::: Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Well done. Amanda Davis PhD: :::taking notes on what more is needed::: Jylliene: I promised the girls I'd take them on an outing once things open back up. Annisha: :: grimaces :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I reviewed more of the details that Jorahl sent over. He is ambitious. CdrBrown: ::to Scott and Chirakis:: fleet is at Defense Condition 4... so I don't expect the big guns to be hanging around much longer. Jylliene: ((Jorahl? Ambitious? Never.)) Annisha: Really, where are we going, the commerce level? Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles her kitty, as she reads her social media accounts:: Jylliene: The shops and restaurants. Jylliene: ::nods to Annisha:: Alexis McFarland: You are getting big and heavy ::puts down her cat:: Alexis McFarland: But not fat. Annisha: :: Types something to Miana and Alexis :: Chirakis: :::listening:: Alexis McFarland: ::reads Annisha's message:: Scott Coleridge: I guess we can just hope the threat has passed for now Scott Coleridge: And focus on rebuilding. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Brown+ I have reviewed the big station issues and am sending them to you now. mimipavilion: ::exits her office to check on things in main medical:: Alexis McFarland: I hope Blubby's can reopen soon. CdrBrown: +Nijil+ Thank you. Much appreciated. mimipavilion: ::finds Dacia:: So how are things here in medical? Chirakis: :::she hopes that Mimi will release her soon::: CdrBrown: ::reviews the PADD with the data from Nijil:: Looks like our Romulan friends are settling in perfectly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Jy :: You think I would want to be around my Rihan friends... Nijil tr'Korjata: I still don't know what happened, but I surely need to know. Dacia Sandero: Going well. Amanda and I are cataloging inventory and such. We didn't lose much and everything's mostly in one piece. Annisha: You want help with that pops? Nijil tr'Korjata: Pops? Reading old Earth tomes again? Scott Coleridge: That's good to hear. Jylliene: ::grins:: Chirakis: ::to Scott:: Anything more that is needed? I understand that paperwork is your favorite thing. Scott Coleridge: Hopefully as we get more raw materials from the supply ships, we can start making those structural repairs. mimipavilion: Good good. Continue cataloging, I'm going to go to CnC. Dacia Sandero: OK' Scott Coleridge: ::wry smile:: Yes, I enjoy paperwork so much. CdrBrown: ::chuckles:: mimipavilion: ::nods and to the tl , ordering it to CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::moves into the children's area::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: We're going to need to draft a gradual schedule for repairing, reopening crew quarters and then welcoming crew back in stages. Chirakis: ::Scott:: Excellent. ::Hands him a PADD:: From Starfleet Command. mimipavilion: ::exits the tl and enters CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How is our newest edition fairing back home? Chirakis: :::Scott:: Agreed. Chirakis: ::notes Mimi entering::: Jylliene: Well, I don't know that it bothered him much at all, but I feel much better being home, and that makes dealing with everything easier. Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the children's ward needs work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: He'd sleep through a Borg assimilation. Jylliene: True. mimipavilion: ::keeps back so not to interrupt the on going conversation:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Dr Pavilion. ::nods greeting::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the children's ward:: Looks like I spoke too soon. Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns::: Dacia, I certainly could use a little help here. Everything is in the wrong place and the equipment needs to be checked. Dacia Sandero: Sure, I can lend a hand. I'm glad there were no kids in here during the attack. ::helps out checking the equipment and medical supplies:: Scott Coleridge: Doctor, what brings you to us? Just a social call? Amanda Davis PhD: And let's hope that no one else goes into labor for a while. Scott Coleridge: ::really hoping it isn't more paperwork:: Dacia Sandero: Hm yes., CdrBrown: ::nods:: morning Doctor. mimipavilion: ::sighs:: Well, to check on the Captain after getting hounded by various Admirals, especially the Surgeon General, Admiral DeJariov. Scott Coleridge: Ah Alexis McFarland: A Chirakis: Admiral DeJariov? Interesting. Scott Coleridge: So far she hasn't shown any sign of being a clone, a mirror universe duplicate, or a suborned operative loyal to the Alien Alliance. Chirakis: ::blinkblink::: mimipavilion: Yeah. ::Chirakis:: Tell me about it. Do you have a minute? ::Scott:: That's good to hear. Chirakis: ::to Mimi:: I do. In my office? mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: That'll work. Chirakis: :::Leads the way, waits for Mimi to enter, then closes the door:::: How may I help you? Dacia Sandero: Let's see. ::writing down the list of stuff they need:: I hope they'll include it in the next supply run. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, I agree. Our supplies are very limited, especially for the children. mimipavilion: ::goes to Chirakis' office:: I'd like to give you a quick scan to determine if you are fit for duty. Basically, the reason I was hounded by the various Admirals. Though they didn't quite like my explanation as to why I kept you off duty for the last few days. CdrBrown: ::turns to Scott:: Defense grid has been repositioned and is online. the shipyard is going to begin manufacturing new, upgraded units, and provide more to give us more adequate defense Chirakis: Very well. Please do scan. I need to get back to work. mimipavilion: ::nods and starts scanning:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yeah, totally. Most of them are stuck in their quarters. Hopefully, we can stretch things out till then. Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Excellent. I'm glad the crew is adjusting so well. We're going to be up and running even sooner thanks to their hard work. mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan:: I'd say you can return to full duty immediately. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: Agreed. If it weren't for the Romulans, we'd be up a proverbial creek without a paddle. Amanda Davis PhD: The list is getting longer and longer. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course, Captain. Dacia Sandero: It always seems to be the way of life... Chirakis: ::opens the door for her to exit::: mimipavilion: ::turns and leaves:: Amanda Davis PhD: And after this, the emergency ward. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::approaches Scott::: Commander, a moment? CdrBrown: ::sees Chirakis approach:: Scott, I'll leave you two alone. ::turns and heads back to his console:: Chirakis: :::steps aside to speak::: I may return to duty now. However, I would like you to continue as we were until we can straighten everything out. Captain or Commander means nothing more to me than helping both of us. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: What do you mean by "straighten everything out"? Chirakis: Continue to work on what you were working on, and I will do the same. Unless you would rather not. Scott Coleridge: I suppose. For now. Scott Coleridge: Just don't let me get too comfortable. Chirakis: Oh, I don't let you get too comfortable. There is always something else to do. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by. Chirakis: Okay... Chirakis: We will have another week of work - 7 days that is..... Chirakis: We'll see where we go from there. Chirakis: Questions? Chirakis: Comments?Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  23. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |23 April 2021 21 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.204 TBS is 5 (120 hours) days - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Coleridge remains in Command. Engineering, Science, Security, and Medical personnel have been working day and night to refurbish the station. Border Patrol is down to DEFCON 4 (low alert). Three supply ships have arrived with equipment and personnel. Romulans have arrived with engineers and maintenance personnel. Salvage ships from Starfleet are at work. Civilians have been allowed to come back to their homes. Captain Chirakis received an interesting piece of information from Cdr Jorahl.
  24. The Sound and The Fury Ragor Tal & Company T’jen eased his way through the sequestered planetoid’s cavern until the entrance closed and locked and the sound of wind and rain subsided. He was exhausted. Overwhelmingly exhausted. He sat in the Corsair for a while to rest and allow the mud, slush, and rain drip off before he flipped open the hatch and stepped out, forgetting that the cavern wasn’t more than a deep mud puddle this time of year. “Aw crap,” he muttered trying to pull his boots out of the mud without losing them. Holding tight to a pylon, he wormed his way toward the entrance, entered the code, and fell in as the door opened and closed behind him. The door’s clunk jolted the engineer Maven to a stand. “Hey, man,” he shouted on approach, “you okay?” His only answer sounded like, “Yep,” then a moan. “Johnson,” shouted Maven across the room. “Throw me a blanket and grab the chief ASAP. We got a problem!” “I’m good, Mav,” T’jen mumbled, rolling over then rocking forward to a kneel. “Just nasty dirty. And tired.” Powerful muscular arms caught him from behind and pulled T’jen to a stand just as he was about to fall. “Lean on me,” Ragor Tal whispered. “Easy. Relax. Take a deep breath and let your mind and body settle before you try to stand. Got it?” “Got it... Chief.” An hour later, T’jen had relaxed enough to take a shower, slip on clean clothes, and relax in Ragor Tal’s office. “Feel better?” asked Tal, his hands folded as he relaxed in his office chair. “Yeah, I do Chief. Thanks.” “Could have died?” ‘Jen gave a sheepish snort. “Yeah, I had that thought once or twice.” “Ready to talk?” asked Tal, then waited patiently while his second officer thought through a few things. “You want the short story or the long one?” “Whatever you prefer,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Romulan ale for T’Jen. “Okay…” he began with a weary sigh. “Short story is the Alien Alliance attacked Aegis. Aegis’ ships counteracted with Border Patrol, mainly Missouri and Iowa. Alien Alliance pushed through toward Aegis. Aegis personnel evacuated leaving Chirakis alone...." He took a good swig of the ale, then put it aside. T'jen's expression changed suddenly as he sipped the ale and leaned forward to listen. "And…?" "Then she blew it up.” "She what?" asked Tal, not exactly understanding what T’jen meant, but fairly certain he understood. “Who blew what up?” “Chirakis blew up the station.” Tal’s eyes narrowed in incredulity. “She... blew up... the station,” he muttered, pushing away from his desk. “Was there anything left of the station?” “No, sir. Nothing. It exploded, but….” “But what?” “There was absolutely nothing left, not even a piece. It just… vanished.” “It vanished,” Tal muttered, thinking as he paced around his office. “Did the Alliance leave?” “Yes, sir.” “But you stayed for a while?” “I did. To see what the Allied Powers would do. Border Patrol stayed in the area, and I believe that the only one who was killed was their captain.” He shrugged. “Maybe a few Starfleet personnel were injured or killed. I stayed to watch for three hours, then left.” Ragor Tal found himself deep in thought, not noticing that T’Jen was beginning to fall asleep. He thought of his nemesis, Chirakis Kirel, vanishing into oblivion along with Sky Harbor Aegis, leaving the Alien Alliance without a station of operations. It was time for a joint meeting.
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1116, STARDATE 52104.19 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. The four crew members inside the shuttle Wyvern are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. The team has now been on the planet for over six months with no indication of rescue. They've been separated, Callista and Kansas acclimating to the culture while Bren and Faldek have fled the town after being falsely accused of collusion. Taking matters into their own hands, Bren and Faldek attempted an assassination of the Bishop who caused their exile. However the attempt failed and instead allowed the already prudent Bishop to have a reason to detain the Lady Callista, whom he feels has been getting too close to the King. The Bishop too, seems to be plotting something that would change the dynamics of the kingdom. Meanwhile, Manticore found themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they previously witnessed destroyed. Manticore followed the shuttle's trajectory back to Pallus IV only to learn they weren't thrown as far back as Wyvern. Two attempts later and a badly battered Manticore has finally found her crew, but to collect them will be its own task. McFly, Erich and Annika found Bren on the ouskirts of the town but his already regretted actions may prove getting everyone else out difficult. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1116, STARDATE 52104.19 = /\ = 210419.html
  26. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1116, STARDATE 52104.19 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. The four crew members inside the shuttle Wyvern are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. The team has now been on the planet for over six months with no indication of rescue. They've been separated, Callista and Kansas acclimating to the culture while Bren and Faldek have fled the town after being falsely accused of collusion. Taking matters into their own hands, Bren and Faldek attempted an assassination of the Bishop who caused their exile. However the attempt failed and instead allowed the already prudent Bishop to have a reason to detain the Lady Callista, whom he feels has been getting too close to the King. The Bishop too, seems to be plotting something that would change the dynamics of the kingdom. Meanwhile, Manticore found themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they previously witnessed destroyed. Manticore followed the shuttle's trajectory back to Pallus IV only to learn they weren't thrown as far back as Wyvern. Two attempts later and a badly battered Manticore has finally found her crew, but to collect them will be its own task. McFly, Erich and Annika found Bren on the ouskirts of the town but his already regretted actions may prove getting everyone else out difficult. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1116, STARDATE 52104.19 = /\ =
  27. MISSION BRIEF: After several days of leave while repairs were made to the ship, Excalibur has disembarked from Starbase 37 Tango to begin a patrol of the Kallen sector on the border of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. The sector was only recently charted just before the Dominion War and had largely gone unexplored since. With renewed tensions between the Federation and Romulan Empire, Starfleet has dispatched us to patrol and chart the sector more completely. We will be tasked with establishing a long range sensor network in the sector, along with the standard science-y stuff. MEE6 BOT 18-Apr-21 07:12 PM ======== BEGIN SIM ======== ======== BEGIN SIM ======== ======== BEGIN SIM ======== William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:12 PM William was on the Bridge at the Engineering station, monitoring the systems. Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:14 PM Clark> On the bridge, monitoring power usage. He was glad that they would get some quiet time on the way to whatever dumb place they'd been shipped off to next, though he did not particularly like the idea of setting up a whole sensor network. What if the engineering rats tried to turn them into explosives or something. Brooding in his ready room with tea and a book. Maryse Dubois 18-Apr-21 07:14 PM ::Decides to pay a visit to the bridge.:: Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:14 PM Irene's at her station on the bridge. She seems happy that she might actually get to do some science without everything exploding, maybe. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:14 PM William feels a pang, like someone said that it was going to be a quiet shift. He feels the urge to fling a heavy object at whoever had that thought. Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:16 PM Rex> Meanwhile, he was busy counting phaser riffles. They had replaced a number of units during their stop over and he wanted to make sure they had gotten working units, this time. Clark> Turns to Will I assume you will be working with the blue shirts on the sensor grid deployment? It sounded like my job will be just coordinating the supplies around. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:17 PM "Yes, that's the plan." CdrMirandaHawthorne 18-Apr-21 07:20 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Drums fingers on his armrest, reviewing the last sensor readings of their designated sector.:: Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:20 PM Clark> Nods I am clearing out cargo bay 3 for you guys to use as a staging area for the sensor units. Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:20 PM Val, meanwhile, was at helm and going over their course for the eighth time. "This navigational chart is 15 years out of date. I don't want a repeat of our last mission..." William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:21 PM "Thank you Clark." Maryse Dubois 18-Apr-21 07:22 PM ::Quietly observing the bridge crew as they went about their business.:: CdrMirandaHawthorne 18-Apr-21 07:23 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> I don't think we could repeat our last mission, even if we wanted to. ::Snort.:: But better safe than sorry, I suppose. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:23 PM "No, instead we're probably going to get into some other form of trouble." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:23 PM Asher> Over tea Captains log -- The ship is proceeding through a little-explored sector of space, according to our orders. This region was mapped and surveyed about 15 years ago at long range, but that mission gathered only the most general data on the nearby systems and planets. And, in any case, a lot can change in almost two decades. I had hoped to return to our previous patrol route, but Command wanted to send someone "more seasoned" with "deep space exploration" on this mission. I suppose I should be flattered, even if it feels like a long time since I had that sort of mission profile. Nevertheless, ship and crew have functioned well. I was pleased with the efficiency of the engineering crew in working with starbase crew to make repairs. Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:26 PM Val> "We're not hitting any quantum filaments, or wormholes, or anything if I have anything to say about it." William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:27 PM "Thank you." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:28 PM I have also put in commendations for the medical staff on their top work in getting the vaccine together under trying circumstances. I considered doing the same for engineering, but... he bit his lip Commander Rex's report absolved them of any fault in causing the accident, but I am concerned that safety mechanisms were disabled. I have to wonder if Miranda had still been here if she would have kept them in line. Not that I find Commander Stanton lacking in quality. He's fine first officer, but Engineering was Miranda's baby and ... he trailed off and drank tea Computer, delete that last sentence. Restart after disabled. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:28 PM William shudders, like someone walked over his grave. "Computer, what's the status of life support on the Bridge?" Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:29 PM Computer> Life support is functioning normally within established parameters. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:29 PM "Hm." Maryse Dubois 18-Apr-21 07:30 PM ::Steps over to Will.:: Problem, Chief? William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:30 PM "Felt like I had a sudden chill." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:30 PM Clark> Looks over to Val with a a look William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:31 PM "I'm sure it's nothing." Maryse Dubois 18-Apr-21 07:31 PM Well you are welcome to sickbay if you change your mind. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:32 PM "I will if I need it. Thank you Doc." Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:32 PM Val notices Clark out of the corner of her eye. Val> "What?" Indaura Ryssan 18-Apr-21 07:32 PM :: Working around the medical bay :: Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:33 PM Clark> Makes a gesture to Will and makes a mildly problematic hand gesture to question his sanity William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:33 PM "I'm right here Clark." William has a clear line of sight at Clark from the Engineering station. Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:33 PM Clark> Grins Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:34 PM Val rolls her eyes and goes back to navigating. Indaura Ryssan 18-Apr-21 07:39 PM :: Looking over her schedule :: Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:40 PM ACTION> An alert rings out from long range sensors: bursts of tetryon radiation have been detected along our general course. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:40 PM "Oh boy." CdrMirandaHawthorne 18-Apr-21 07:41 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up at the alert, head cocked.:: Company or anomaly? Indaura Ryssan 18-Apr-21 07:44 PM :: Wonders where Doctor Dubois is, but goes about her business :: Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:44 PM Irene shakes her head from the science station. "They're impossible to trace under the best of circumstances. It could be subspace interference, a black hole, or any number of things." Maryse Dubois 18-Apr-21 07:45 PM ::Is still people watching on the bridge. She listens to Irene's report.:: Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:47 PM "I might be able to get some idea of the source with an adaptive sweep..." Irene types a new sensor program into her console. Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:49 PM << Give me a number 1-20 >> Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:49 PM (( 15 )) Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:52 PM ACTION> Irene's modification to the sensors reveal the tetryons are generally originating in the Optera system, a small, out of the way system that is uninhabited. Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:54 PM Irene> "Got it." She looks up, proudly, from the science console. "They're coming from the... Optera system. I can't tell any more than that from here. Charts say nobody lives there." William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:54 PM "That's interesting." Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:54 PM Val chimes in. Val> "The 15-year-old charts." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:55 PM Clark> I doubt an alien civilization went from primitive tool users to tetryon radiation emitters in the time since you were at the academy. Clark> Or from primates or whatever. Maybe lizards, whatever. Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 07:56 PM Val> A bit exasperated. "I mean someone else might have taken up residence since the war." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 07:57 PM Clark> Hides a giggle, having accomplished his mission CdrMirandaHawthorne 18-Apr-21 07:57 PM Cdr Jalen Stanton> Or it could be something completely natural that wasn't detected here during the last survey. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 07:58 PM "Clark, I'm fairly certain the helmswoman has a rocket fist at the end of her arm. I wouldn't make her mad if I were you." Indaura Ryssan 18-Apr-21 07:58 PM :: Feels something is going on. Looks up as if she can see to the bridge :: Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 08:01 PM << 2 minute warning >> Clark> Tetryon radiation isn't very dangerous though, is it? Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 08:02 PM Irene> "It depends. It's usually a sign that there's something outputting a lot of subspace energy. That's the part you gotta worry about." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 08:02 PM Clark> Frowns So much for the quiet patrol. William Chocox 18-Apr-21 08:03 PM Throws whatever is handy at Clark "Never say anything like that! Go onto the turbolift, spin three times, curse, then spit." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 08:03 PM Clark> dodges the tricorder Hmph! Irene Mincine 18-Apr-21 08:04 PM Val> "Before my rocket fist takes its revenge." Captain Swain 18-Apr-21 08:04 PM ...and... William Chocox 18-Apr-21 08:04 PM "I'm serious about spinning three times, cursing and spitting. Get going!" MEE6 BOT 18-Apr-21 08:04 PM ======== PAUSE SIM ======== ======== PAUSE SIM ======== ======== PAUSE SIM ========
  28. SD 0418.2021 After several days of leave while repairs were made to the ship, Excalibur has disembarked from Starbase 37 Tango to begin a patrol of the Kallen sector on the border of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. The sector was only recently charted just before the Dominion War and had largely gone unexplored since. With renewed tensions between the Federation and Romulan Empire, Starfleet has dispatched us to patrol and chart the sector more completely. We will be tasked with establishing a long range sensor network in the sector, along with the standard science-y stuff.
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