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  1. Yesterday
  2. Hi all, my name's Maddy and I'm new here. I've known about this forum for a while but I just recently gathered the courage to sign up. How active is this website, and how do things work around here?
  3. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1104, STARDATE 52101.18 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. Manticore finds themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they witnessed destroyed. And four crew members are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. The away team was attacked by something resembling a dragon from days of yore but were rescued by knights in shining armor. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1104, STARDATE 52101.18 = /\ =
  4. MISSION BRIEFING: Excalibur is beginning its patrol of the Agape sector where things have been relatively quiet as of late. Science has made a wish list of systems for us to check out while we're here and we're headed to the second one on the list as we pick up. A lovely class III gas moon in orbit of an unpopulated M-class world. The gas giant has been identified as a possible source of tavana gas. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::On the bridge, looking over the systems.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is at Science on the bridge, taking some initial scans of the planet as they approach. :: "Don't see gas moons of M-class planets too often. Long-range sensors even confused it for a gas giant." Cptn Swain: ::Steps onto the bridge, drinking tea -- a new supplement that one of the night shift ensigns had suggested. It wasn't bad, but if the intent was to get a promotion, they'd need to do better.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Is in sickbay, not seeing the doctor anywhere, so she continued to work :: Cptn Swain: ::to Val:: What's our ETA to the Codan system? Irene Mincine: :: Val answers without looking up from her console. :: "Twenty minutes at warp 6." Cptn Swain: ::Nods and takes his seat:: Good Cptn Swain: Rex> ::wandering around the lounge, a little bored of his personnel reviews:: William Chocox: ::takes a sip of his tea:: 20 minutes? I'll let Engineering know. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::In his usual seat, he leaned against the armrest as he reviewed the latest ship reports.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Standard orbit of the moon once we arrive, Cap?" Cptn Swain: ::Nods, taking his seat:: Cptn Swain: Clark> ::The new OPS officer glanced over to Val, and spoke quietly:: Is he always soo... imperious? William Chocox: ((I honestly have no clue what our layout is, so I don't know who I'm sitting next to.)) Indaura Ryssan: (Room not updating for me, ugh) Cptn Swain: (( https://www.deviantart.com/dantrekfan48/art/STOvTOR-U-S-S-Helena-Bridge-367903703 )) Irene Mincine: :: Val looks across to the ops station, her golden-colored eye reflecting the light. She responds quietly as well. :: "The captain? Nah. Commander Stanton's who you gotta watch out for." Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up, padd in hand, and heads to the bridge :: Cptn Swain: Clark> ::His own deep blue eyes sort of flickered with horror for a second before nodding.:: William Chocox: ((Huh...Clark and I are mutually exclusive it seems.)) Cptn Swain: (( Just replace OPS with Navigation )) Irene Mincine: :: Val smirks and goes back to monitoring the ship's course. :: William Chocox: You're doing fine Clark. Cptn Swain: Clark> ::smiles back to Will:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the bridge off the rear turbolift :: Cptn Swain: ::Pretending not to hear/notice any of the chatter below him, glances over to Stanton while taking a drink of tea:: I am anxious to try out the new sensor palettes on this thing. We have the same capability as a Galaxy class cruiser. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Thinking the same thing as the captain, who she didn't hear. :: "We're getting into multispectral scanner range, sir." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I'm sure you'll soon be getting detailed sensor scans to your heart's content, sir. ::Dryly.:: I'm more interested in our weapons capability. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching the people :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Hopefully we don't have to test those anytime soon. I think I've had enough being shot at for one lifetime, thank you. Cptn Swain: Clark> ::Frowns as his console lights up:: Sir. ::He said turning around:: Incoming transmission from Starbase 37 Tango, Priority 1 William Chocox: ::To Stanton:: 6 Phaser arrays, and 3 torpedo launchers. All at the latest Starfleet specifications. William Chocox: Sir. Irene Mincine: Val> "The Dominion War made me the woman I am today." :: She knocks on her fake arm with her other arm's knuckles, then cuts it out when the priority 1 transmission comes in. :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Stanton first:: It's always something. Put it on screen Mister.... Clark is it? Cptn Swain: Clark> ::flushes, then does so:: Cptn Swain: Clark> (w) He knew my name. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Cocks his head over at Will.:: Thank you, Lieutenant. They are impressive. William Chocox: You're welcome sir. Irene Mincine: :: Irene, meanwhile, frowns when the transmission comes in - looks like they might not get to check out the gas moon. :: Cptn Swain: Tersan> ::The admiral appeared after a short delay, she looked very serious,:: Captain, I am sorry to cut your patrol short. I am redirecting the Excalibur to Dourup IV, where there has been an outbreak of D'kar fever and you're the only ship in the sector with the medical capacity to handle this sort of thing. We're sending you a subspace packet with all the information you'll need on the colony as well as the antiviral treatment for the fever. William Chocox: (m)There's always something... Cptn Swain: ::Asher sighed but nodded. It was, always something. But at least this wasn't "oh go on some secret black ops mission" this time he supposed.:: Of course Admiral. Thank you, we'll get underway immediately. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits at an unoccupied station :: Cptn Swain: Tersan> ::Nods:: You should already have received the mission packet on secure subspace. Godspeed Captain. Tersan out. Cptn Swain: Clark> Subspace packet received sir. Cptn Swain: ::Leans back:: Forward it to Commander Stanton and myself. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I've never heard of D'kar fever." Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea:: And medical... William Chocox: It's an alien disease, at least to me, so it's probably very deadly to humans. Cptn Swain: ::Shrugs, looking over the mission info sent to him:: Sounds like its something Tellerite. The colony is almost exclusively made up of them. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I was really looking forward to getting a good look at the gas moon, too..." Cptn Swain: ::Looking over the information:: Helm pull up the star chart for the Dourup system on the tactical viewer. Indaura Ryssan: I have. William Chocox: If I may sir, maybe we should make a mark here on our star chart to come back once we've cured an epidemic? Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye. Bringing it up now." :: One of those cool views of the system that the FX team spent way too much money on appears on the viewer. :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks at Will:: I like your thinking. Indaura Ryssan: It's nasty and very contagious. William Chocox: I try to have a good idea once every two weeks or so. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over, hearing Indaura:: Ah, Doctor Ryssan. William Chocox: ::turns to Doctor Ryssan:: Does it cross species? Cptn Swain: ACTION> The cool FX scene shows that Dourup system is located closer to the Neutral Zone than we are currently and the projected course looks like it will also take us fairly close to the Neutral Zone. Indaura Ryssan: It can. It's primarily a Tellarite disease, but it can cross over to anyone with an iron-based blood system. No documented cases for copper or other based types. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Lovely. Make sure everyone is up on their quarantine protocals Commander. William Chocox: So...Vulcans are fine, it's the humans that have to watch out? ::turns to Mincine:: What's Klingon blood based on? Irene Mincine: :: Val makes an ugly face at the suggested route on the screen. :: "Five days at high warp, most of which is too close to the neutral zone for my comfort." Cptn Swain: ::Glances back to the tactical display:: We don't have many options. Lay in a course and engage. Indaura Ryssan: I guess it's time to put my other specialty into play. Irene Mincine: Irene> "My blood's iron-based, same as human blood." William Chocox: You have a specialty in infectious diseases? Indaura Ryssan: Yeah... William Chocox: Impressive. Cptn Swain: ::Indaura:: Thankfully it sounds like we can replicate the anti-viral. ::Looking through the mission packet:: Report to medical and start working with Doctor DuBois to begin synthesizing it. ::Will:: Make sure they have all the resources they need, this is top priority. Indaura Ryssan: I need all the information they have on this strain. Highly unlikely we can use just any old anti-viral. William Chocox: ::to Swain:: Of course sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Sends a memo to all department heads about the disease and suggested safety protocols.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Understood... course laid in for the Dourup system, warp 8." :: The warp drive kicks in. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks something up on her padd :: Last count there were 24 strains of this virus. William Chocox: That sounds like a lot, but I don't know enough about viruses to make an actual comment. Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Indaura:: The full mission packet likely contains that information, but we can also likely reach out the colony itself. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Captain, I'd like to assist the medical teams in synthesizing the antiviral - my specialty is genetics, after all." Cptn Swain: ::Stands up:: Commander I want a full staff briefing in ::looks at chrono on the wall:: Four hours. I assume we'll have to help with distribution as well any triage assistance they need. Looks like a pretty small colony. 18,000 people is the biggest settlement. I doubt they have much in the way of a medical facility. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods.:: Of course, sir. I'll check in with medical before the meeting to make sure they have everything they need. Cptn Swain: ::Nods again:: I'll be in my ready room. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Thank you, sir. Permission to head down to the science labs and get started." Indaura Ryssan: :: Sighs, closing out her padd and heading for the lift :: William Chocox: ::sends a message down to Reynolds telling them to prioritize Medical for computer time.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Catches message and sighs, closing down his super secret project so he could check the other systems.:: Indaura Ryssan: (Yeah! Holodeck time...whoops) Cptn Swain: >> 2 minute warning >> William Chocox: ::feels a disturbance in the force...like a protege, that didn't know how to hide his work properly:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Do NOT go looking for Reynolds super secret projects. )) William Chocox: ((You know what? Now I'm just going to look harder. :P )) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. Arcadia recovers from getting hit by the object, which is no longer present. Everyone onboard feels a bit weird, but no damage detected. The away team senses that something is odd back on Arc and continues searching for the former mayor of New SF, who is somewhere in the New Marin Highlands, outside the city. The highlands are made of a material that makes tracking difficult. Alexandria Khan's husband is beamed aboard Arc. He was clearly affected. He informs them of where she probably is, but can't really help them find her. chatlog2021-01-10.txt
  6. Last week
  7. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/15/21 = /\ = /\= 26 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.179 \ = TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Two weeks have passed and Aegis has settled down to normalcy. All areas of the base are monitored. USS Missouri keeps watch under cloak. USS Iowa's fleet floats casually through the area. Security monitors all areas of the station. Under cover security mix with the locals, listening for intel. Captain Chirakis receives a devastating message from SFCommand. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, doing the rounds:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on CnC working at science station:: mimipavilion: ::still on CnC at a mission configured console:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Sierra Robinson: :: enjoying a late lunch at the commerce level :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::running through a supply list:: Chirakis: :::CnC holding back her sorrow:::: Calestorm: ::plainclothes on Promenade, patrol and watching:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC, she heads over to science and Dran.:: Good afternoon. Tae'Lynn Dran: Hello. Tarisa: Miana> ::Running around, giggling.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: making a sale of Stem Bolts to a Bajoran who seems to think they are important :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::writing reports in her office in the medical complex::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: After two weeks, Nijil has come to terms with the remnants left over from his experience. Along with the vivid memories of his time as Prani, an engineer from another time and place, he sometimes hears Muuhi in his head. In the end he is the only one that can unravel exactly to what extent they are both a part of him :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking current stocks with possible supply requests:: Tarisa: Miana> Hey, can we go to Commerce? I want to look around. ::Twinkles in her eyes as her tail swishes.:: Plus we can get yummies. Alexis McFarland: Mm, yes let's go. I like yummies. Calestorm: ::adjusts ballcap promoting Klingon golf team as she window shops:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks round, treating some patients:: Tarisa: ::Goes to the Aux Sci console.:: Is everything in order? Jylliene: ::continues to monitor station reports - shipments, arrivals, departures, and passive internal sensors:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Was 2 pm local a bad time for coffee? Not according to Commander Cayne. As long as he heard can take it another mug of warmth it is :: mimipavilion: ::looks up and looks around CnC, seeing that something is a bit off with the Captain, decides not to push the issue:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. Rather quiet at the moment. Sierra Robinson: :: looks over Drakum's noting the establishment now has customers...a sign of an attempt at normalcy ...but the soup and salad is the only normal for her :: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and heads to the commerce section:: Chirakis: ::pacing CnC, she turns to see Mimi::: Doctor. :::polite nod:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to work on the console:: mimipavilion: ::looks up and nods:: Captain. Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Humans seem to think quiet is a bad thing. Sierra Robinson: Bajoran> These are multipurpose tools?? Peter> Yes! For many things! Peter's does not disappoint! Tae'Lynn Dran: I've noticed this. Chirakis: :::continues her pace::: Annisha: :: Snips and snails and puppy dog tails... are not what little mischievous Annisha is made of this afternoon. Always plotting. Always looking for an angle, and always with her friends :: Chirakis: ::then she notices Jylliene:::: Annisha: :: to Alexis :: Are we going to try a new place this time? Tarisa: Though with sensitive hearing, quiet does not usually come to my species. Tae'Lynn Dran: Perhaps the universe was actually made for them. It seems to send them as much noise as they can handle on a surprisingly regular basis. Tarisa: Miana> ::Skipping along.:: Tarisa: ::Smirks.:: Indeed. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, maybe. There was this new French pastry shop I wanted to try. Mommy said it was good. Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh. ::Arrives on Commerce.:: Sierra Robinson: Drakum's host> Tea refill? Me> Yes...last one...duty calls... Calestorm: ::takes a break, leans against a strut/bulkhead:: Tae'Lynn Dran: One of the things I miss most from home is silence except for the sound of the wind and waves. Annisha: Let me scout the level. :: She gets out her boomerang and flings it. The tiny spinner flies away, arching around the far junction. Tarisa: That sounds appealing. Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha:: Oooh Calestorm: ::withdraws a data slate from plain green flight jacket, makes appearance of checking::: Annisha: :: flips out her eduPADD :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Watching the boomerang fly, resisting the urge to try and catch it. Though her tail does poof out a little.:: Jylliene: ::continues monitoring:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: The 8 Year old Obese Bolian Child walks up to Calestrom :: Hey!!! Cool Hat!!!!! I want one like that!!!! Calestorm: (Wait, what? A boomerang?) Annisha: Any moment now. :: she puts up her hand and catches the returning boomerang with no effort :: mimipavilion: (Kids these days) Tarisa: Miana> Wow! Alexis McFarland: Nice catch. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Klingon stuff kicks arse!!!! Cya!!! :: wanders off to the other kids :: Annisha: Now to see where the people are, or were. We can see the lines of people at each place. Calestorm: ::eyeballs the Bolian kid as he waddles off:: uh....thank you? Alexis McFarland: Hopefully the pastry shop isn't too busy Tarisa: Miana> Chubbs! ::Waves.:: Chirakis: :::watching Jyllene closely::: (W) Commander Kital you seem... weary. If you need to relax, take a break. Lt Cunningham will take your place. Alexis McFarland: ::waves:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::continues working on the supply list:: Think we may ever get a science mission off station? Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Someone calls my name...I am ...in demand...:: waddles over to Miana at his own pace :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::signs the report, puts aside for another one::: Calestorm: ::and withdraws a data padd from plain green flight jacket:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at a lot of maps and charts. Begins to wonder if stellar cartography was a missed calling for him over security and other need-to-know assignments :: Scott Coleridge: ::walking the commerce level:: Tarisa: With the tensions lately? It does not seem likely. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you. I appreciate that. Annisha: Ah, no line at two places, a line at Blubby's... bah. Only a few at There be Fish. Sierra Robinson: :: sips her tea and checks her Chrono :: Urhh....never enough time.. Alexis McFarland: ::eventually, they see the pastry shop with its displays filled with an assortment of French pastries and such:: Jylliene: Perhaps a brief break. Annisha: :: glances up at Chubbs :: Alexis McFarland: There be Fish? I like their fish sticks. Annisha: They have fish in all shapes. Tarisa: Miana> ::Is now torn between fish and French sweets.:: Chirakis: ::nods, turns and snaps a finger::: Lt Cunningham, take Ops. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh well. Think I may schedule some holodeck time for a field survey simulation. Sierra Robinson: :: stands and leaves her payment making a brief stretch and says under her breath :: The EPS calls.... Calestorm: ::winces as a camera drone buzzes overhead/flies by and downloads Info to padd via SEC wifi:: Alexis McFarland: ::why not both? She buys a few croissants and some other pastries, gives Miana an eclair:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: finally gets to the other kids :: Hey what is happening! Am I too late? Tarisa: ::Nods:: It will at least change things in your routine. Alexis McFarland: We're getting snacks. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders what Jylliene is doing. Nijil liked to walk the station while reviewing repairs, hoping that he was in the right place when something arose that needed his personal touch :: Jylliene: ::steps away to take a brief respite:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Relax... :: he heard in his head :: Annisha: Fish tacos? Alexis McFarland: ::bites into a croissant:: Sure! Sounds good to me! Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Take as long as you need to, Commander. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gleeful squeal as she eats the eclair.:: Annisha: Au are not late, we are going to...fish... French. Jylliene: Thank you ma'am. Perhaps a cup of tea. I'll be back shortly. Calestorm: ::mutters:: dang...<words>...drone. :: checks feed incoming on data slate, tapping at screen keys:: Sierra Robinson: :: Exits the establishment and heads to Engineering...taking note of kids scrambling around....she smiles briefly but the reality is things are really dangerous right now...or that is what she has been told.:: Chirakis: Of course. Jylliene: ::to the TL:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Hey! I want some!!! Tae'Lynn Dran: ::saves her progress on the supply list and brings up simulation environments :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Does something he really should not do, but sees where Jy is on his SystemPADD :: Alexis McFarland: ::hands him a pastry:: I don't know what it is, but here. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh :: he says seeing she's leaving CnC :: Calestorm: (The kids are on the promenade?) Alexis McFarland: (yes) Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: inspects pastry and takes a bite :: Yummy..what is this? Chirakis: :::turns away as Cunningham takes her place::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips over to see where Annisha is... Commerce level :: Tarisa: ((yep aka Commerce)) Chirakis: (no telling... they could be anywhere) Alexis McFarland: It’s... it's French. Sierra Robinson: :: enters lift and designates her destination :: Engineering. Calestorm: (Ahhhhh! Thanks to both) Annisha: A whole lotta sugar. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Jylliene: ::to the commerce level for tea:: Chirakis: :::steps aside:: (w) +com+ Commander Coleridge, my office. Now. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Sweetness. :: Finishes it :: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm sugar... ::Tail twitches a bit.:: Alexis McFarland: Let's get fish tacos. Tae'Lynn Dran: Now let's see frozen tundra or rainforest? M-Class or something more toxic. ::scrolling through the list:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay fish! Alexis McFarland: ...and maybe a drink. I'm getting thirsty. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: is close to the commerce level overview platform, a good place to see everything without being in the middle of everything :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Yeah I can use a shake right now...that sweet made me thirsty. Tarisa: ::Smiles as she goes through some files, listening to Dran pick her adventure.:: Annisha: Would that be a French Vanilla shake? :: laughs :: Jylliene: ::visits a coffee/tea shop to have some tea:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ On my way. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> That sounds good. If only I could find one...! Alexis McFarland: ::giggle:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters a TL:: CnC. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down upon his subjects....using the station's power and other utilities :: Tarisa: Miana> ::joke passes over her head.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::takes a deep sigh as she finishes her reports, exits her office, and prepares for more blisters, brushes, cuts, and tumbling over something that just happened to be in the way::: Chirakis: :::waiting in her office:::: Sierra Robinson: Bajoran> What are these? Peter Pakled> PADD weights. To keep your PADDs from flying away. WIth Peter Pakled name brand ...very collectable! Alexis McFarland: ::looking around the commerce section:: Chirakis: :::the door open::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Spies his e'lev :: +Jylliene+ Hey, look up at the upper platform. ::Nijil waves frantically, hoping she can see him :: Annisha: Are we still getting fish? Jylliene: ::glances up, smiles:: Scott Coleridge: ::exits TL onto the CnC and heads into Chirakis' office, closing the door behind him:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters Main Engineering and proceeds to her work station, checking for a quick SITREP...:: Alexis McFarland: Yes, I think so. Fish and shakes, what a combo. Tarisa: Miana> Mmm Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> I'll go for the Shake....I'm game! Jylliene: ::waves to Nijil:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Changes to a holographic view of the sector, hoping to see something of interest. An invasion perhaps, armada of ships from the Alliance waiting to pounce on the station :: Chirakis: :::waits a minute or two::: Commander.... ::slight sigh::: we have lost two excellent covert operators. Scott Coleridge: Oh? Calestorm: ::orders caffeinated beverage via data padd, glances up:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Are you alright? This is an out of time break for you right? Alexis McFarland: ::looking at the menu of the fish place:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Just a little tired. Annisha: Ah tacos, the crunchy sandwich. Calestorm: ::slips padd inside jacket, looks about:: Chirakis: :::turns toward the window:::: Yes. Kran Magkor, Ragor Tal's primary assassin.... and a master of torture. Alexis McFarland: ...and fish sticks. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Oh oh, anything I can help with? Some special meal when we get home? Tarisa: Miana> ::Orders fish tacos and a mango/strawberry smoothie.:: Alexis McFarland: ::orders a crunchy fish sandwich and a French vanilla shake:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: Orders the French Vanilla Shake :: Jylliene: +nijil+ Sure. Calestorm: (That's a combination!) Chirakis: They were..... tortured..... horribly. Annisha: The secret to these tacos is the sauce, and the fish....and the tortilla. Tae'Lynn Dran: I should probably randomize the environmental settings. If it's to be a true training exercise I might as well be as surprised as whoever I bring along. Speaking of which ::now pulling up the life sciences roster and seeing who hasn't had enough field time:: Alexis McFarland: Nice, the sandwich too, and the bread. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Let me come down. This seems silly over the comms. Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil disappears from view, heading back to the lift to take him down to the commerce level proper :: Tarisa: Miana> Yummy! Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan> :: enters Peter Pakled Store and starts shopping :: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Yes. Calestorm: ::moves off, checking to the right again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijl reaches the commerce level and walks towards his mate :: Calestorm: ::walks in direction of the Pakled store:: Chirakis: Their bodies were sent to Starfleet Command. :::turns to Scott::: A horrible death. ::turning her pain into anger:: Sierra Robinson: :: monitors the EPS grid checking for any degradation of Efficiency which could be the result of illicit power usage :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating her sandwich, as she people watches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Jolan tru me e'lev. Jylliene: Jolan tru! Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Anything more? < Bajoran> No I think I purchased enough gifts. May the Prophets be with you. :: departs :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Embraces Jy, albeit gently :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ua fulufulua lou fulufulu Chirakis: :::turns to stare into space, devastated::: Jylliene: ::peers at Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Pardon, a Yith expression. Your fur seems ruffled. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Hey.. are we eating here? Annisha: Yes, let's sit just outside. :: She says, two tacos and a citrus shake in both hands :: Alexis McFarland: Unless you wanna eat somewhere else? Jylliene: ...fur? Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan > :: looking at Stem Bolts among other things in the odd selection of useless items Peter Pakled's Store contains :: Calestorm: ::as she turns her head, smashes nose first into a wall of synthetic leather and cloth:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We, I mean they have fur. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sipping on her smoothie, Looking to Chubbs, then follows Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: Sure, let's go. ::puts her fish taco in a to go bag:: Calestorm: ::splutters:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I had fur all that time. It was... well, an experience. Nijil tr'Korjata: Baths are way more involved if anything. :: looks at her tea :: Something to calm your nerves perhaps? Jylliene: Ah. That would be. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: waddles along with the kids all the while slurping his shake :: Alexis McFarland: ::sips her shake as well:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking beyond the Aegis sector :: Calestorm: 2nd Nausicaan> ::Cale:: ::growls at her:: watch where you go! Scott Coleridge: ::not really good at the whole "consoling" thing:: Chirakis: :::slow turn::: You and I are the only ones who will know. If you wish, you may return to duty, but this must remain confidential. Chirakis: Understood? Sierra Robinson: :: Checks ODN transmission rates looking for any slowdowns that could suggest someone illegally using the network :: Calestorm: ::gets bearings:: oh. Damn. You're tall. Um, Hello. Nijil tr'Korjata: (Someone stealing HBO again Sierra?) Sierra Robinson: ( Being Vigilant!!! Yes!!! hehe ) Calestorm: ::backs away, raises hands:: yessir, I meant no harm. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Understood. Jylliene: Yes - need it. Alexis McFarland: ::takes a bite of her sandwich:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> May I help you....::said to the Nausicaan in his store:: Tarisa: Miana> ::starts eating.:: Mmm Amanda Davis PhD: :::making her rounds in the Medical Complex:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks the the Omicron Persei system :: Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan> What is this? :: holds PADD weight :: <Peter Pakled>Meant to keep your PADDs from falling! Jylliene: Soup would sound good tonight. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> I defeated many Klingons in the holosuite...they could not stand up to my feet! Nijil tr'Korjata: How about a massage when you get home after dinner? I learned more than engineering with the Yith. Alexis McFarland: Nice. Calestorm: Nausicaan> ::squints:: ::agitated, swings shopping bag about:: if we must watch our step, you shall also!! Annisha: :: happily eating her taco :: Jylliene: That would be good. ::Smiles:: Calestorm: ::continues backing up:: Absotootly! Just passing by, won't happen again. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her sandwich, and begins eating her fish taco:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe I can regale you in a tale of Yith. Well, maybe not. I must talk about it too much. Chirakis: :::looking out the window, holding down her emotions:::: Dismissed, Commander. Sierra Robinson: Crewman> Lieutenant, here is the latest environmental report....The upgrades are performing very well. <me> Yes....until those plants change their DNA again.... it appears we’re good.. But we must keep watch...good work... Tarisa: Miana> We fight dragons! You should come and play with us sometime. Calestorm: Entitled Nausicaan> ::huffs:: are you mocking me? Annisha: I'm a witch on that program. Chirakis: Lt Cunningham has taken Commander Kital's station for a few hours. Annisha: I can even float on water... Alexis McFarland: I'm a knight. I don't float. Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan> Good Gifts for my wife? <Peter Pakled> Of Course.... Scott Coleridge: ::turns and leaves Chirakis' office, visibly unsettled:: Calestorm: ::to Entitled:: would *never* mock a man holding a lingerie bag! Tarisa: Miana> I am a Red Mage. I use magic and a sword! I can sometimes float. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Hey I want to play! I can be ...I can Be....I can be....what can I be? Annisha: I cast spells and make poisons, err, I mean potions. Calestorm: ::oops:: ::I said that outloud:: Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan Shopper> :: makes purchase after demanding money back guarantee :: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nausicaan lingerie shoppe incoming...) Tarisa: Miana> There are a bunch of things you can be. Calestorm: (Boggles the mind, eh?) mimipavilion: ::doesn't like reports but they have to be done and sometimes in a different setting:: Annisha: Monk... oh oh, cleric. Annisha: You can be a tiefling. You get to wear horns. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, you'd be good as either. Calestorm: Entitled Nausicaan> ::growls:: Sierra Robinson: Computer Run Program Sierra Diagnostic Alpha One... Calestorm: Whoa, easy Big Guy! I meant...I mean...::will handle this exactly like....a predecessor!:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a drink of his own. Did not matter what it was, just happy to see Jylliene :: Sierra Robinson: Shopper Nausicaan> :: Approaches Entitled Nausicaan :: What is going on? Calestorm: ::looks at Nausicaan1 and then 2:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Glances to see Coleridge coming out of the office, looking a bit...off :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Anything going on with command Sierra Robinson: Shopper Nausicaan> :: a hair shorter than Entitled Nausicaan..which is Seven Feet something :: Calestorm: Nope!! ::turns and books:: Nijil tr'Korjata: The workboard is getting shorter and shorter in engineering. I'm glad Robinson joined our team. Chirakis: :::slow exit from her office and walks slowly toward Cayne::: Report, Commander? Sierra Robinson: Shopper Nausicaan> :: chortles and then mentions to Entitled Nausicaan :: Got my wife Something. Alexis McFarland: ::eats her taco:: Annisha: :: Sips her citrus drink :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Woah those guys are huge....:: Sees Nausicaans from a distance :: Annisha: Au just have to know how to handle them. Alexis McFarland: ::peers over at what Chubbs is looking at:: Ahh, Nausicans. ::sips her shake:: Calestorm: ::running like a gazelle, speaking into hidden Comm/wrist:: +SEC+ ...I need two grunts on Prom deck, Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her food, and sips on her smoothie. Looks up, seeing the 2 giants.:: Eep! Amanda Davis PhD: :::Patching up a few who should not have been fighting outside the arena::: Sierra Robinson: Nausicaan> I'm off to the local watering hole....:: walks over to Liquids :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees a beep from the commerce level :: What now... Calestorm: ::am.too.old.for.this:: Chirakis: ::once more to Cayne::: Commander? Report. Calestorm: ::finds a closed kiosk and leans against:: Sierra Robinson: :: watches as the bar slowly progresses on her screen she looks at the 3D Display :: Chirakis: Send security to the commerce deck. Chirakis: Then I need a report. Chirakis: :::*not* in a good mood:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh :: to Jy :: I need to send my log to the doctor. :: Sends his personal log of his 'mental experiences' over to Mimi :: mimipavilion: ::watches what's going on:: Jylliene: Very well. Sierra Robinson: Shopper Nausicaan> :: takes a seat at Liquids :: Ale!!! :: then sets his gift bag on the bar counter :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sector is clear Captain. Checking outer sectors now. Calestorm: +Sec+ all is well ::pants:: just have the boys finish this patrol cycle.... Chirakis: Check them all. Calestorm: ::glances at the chubby kid from earlier:: Sierra Robinson: Bajoran > :: smiles at the Nausicaan encounter and goes about his business :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is the storm far away or are we in its center? I can't be certain. Aye. I'll do a multi-threaded report mimipavilion: ::receives a message ping and side nods and reads the report from Nijil:: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her taco:: Calestorm: ::cocks head, pulls off cap:: Here you go kid. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> Kick Arse!!!! Thanks!!! Annisha: :: finishes hers as well Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Chirakis: TBS will be until 6 pm. You all can relax... unless you're Chirakis, who seldom relaxes. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Calestorm: (Thank you for letting me Sim, command Staff!) Calestorm: (And everyone) Chirakis: I was about to say we're glad to see you here. Calestorm: w0ot! Chirakis: Heh... Anyone else? Chirakis: very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |15 January 2021 10 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.192 TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Two weeks have passed and Aegis had settled down to normalcy. All areas of the base are monitored—interior and exterior. USS Missouri keeps watch under cloak. USS Iowa’s fleet floats casually through the area in a congenial manner, especially when they were allowed shore leave. Internal areas of Aegis are monitored by Security. Under cover security personnel mixed casually with the locals, listening for intel, especially at Drankum’s Bar. Security passed information to Kirel, who passed it on to Rendezvous October and Admiral Solokov’s Covert Operators. Eventually it came full circle, and the information Kirel received via encrypted message from Rendezvous October was nothing less than devastating.
  9. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1103, STARDATE 52101.11 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. Manticore finds themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they witnessed destroyed. And four crew members are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1103, STARDATE 52101.11 = /\ = 210111.html
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  11. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1103, STARDATE 52101.11 = /\ = The crew of Manticore is stuck in the past and split apart. Manticore finds themselves hiding from a Suliban space station they witnessed destroyed. And four crew members are stranded on a distant planet with no technology and no idea where they are. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1103, STARDATE 52101.11 = /\ =
  12. SD 1227.2020 - No SIM (Christmas) SD 0103.2021 - No SIM (New Year's) SD 0110.2021 Excalibur is beginning it's patrol of the Agape sector where things have been relatively quiet as of late. Science has made a wish list of systems for us to check out while we're here, and we're headed to the second one on the list as we pick up -- a lovely class III gas moon in orbit of an unpopulated M-class world. The moon has been identified as a possible source of tavana gas.
  13. 12.13.20 - No SIM --- MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is underway for a routine patrol of the Agape sector along the neutral zone, where there have been few reports of anything of remotely interesting value for nearly a year. Science has been tasked with coming up with a list of interstellar phenomena in the sector to study, while everyone else is getting time to put away all the crap we got at starbase. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Walking down a random corridor :: Irene Mincine: :: The turbolift door opens. Irene comes out, heading to the science station carrying a stack of padds. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::In the center seat for his turn at bridge duty:: William Chocox: ::is drinking tea while sitting at the engineering station:: Need help Ensign Mincine? Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: :: She sits at the science station, starting to go through the padds. :: "Know anything about L-class radiotronic pulsars?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters a lift :: Bridge William Chocox: Meant more about carrying that stack of PADDS, but unfortunately I must've been sick that day at the academy. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looks over:: Class L dwarfs get their designation because they are cooler than M stars and L is the remaining letter alphabetically closest to M. Some of these objects have masses large enough to support hydrogen fusion and are therefore stars, but most are of substellar mass and are therefore brown dwarfs. They are a very dark red in color and brightest in infrared. Their atmosphere is cool enough to allow metal hydrides and alkali metals to be prominent in their spectra. William Chocox: What he said. Irene Mincine: "I'm finalizing our exploration plans in--" :: She slowly turns her chair around as Rex goes on and on and on. :: "You should audition to be the new computer voice, Commander." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: I don't think Captain Swain would appreciate hearing my dulcet tones every morning. William Chocox: I could come up with a new alarm tone for the Captain. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she takes a seat, overlooking the bridge crew.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits onto the bridge :: William Chocox: Hello Doctors. Maryse Dubois: ::Waves to Will.:: Hello Cptn Swain: Rex> Is there a medical emergency? Irene Mincine: "He probably wouldn't." :: She laughs at Rex's comment, then waves to the two doctors. :: "Or is it just a house call?" Maryse Dubois: I would hope not. William Chocox: Some people might say that extended exposure to an environment I'm in is a medical emergency. Maryse Dubois: Just paying a friendly visit. William Chocox: Mostly those that stood too close to an EPS conduit that one time. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::chuckles:: Well, I did hear there was a scuffle down in the mess hall last night. Cptn Swain: Rex> I was impressed that Mincine wasn't even in the room. Indaura Ryssan: It's a party, it seems. I am here to observe. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Steps out of the conference room, a half-smile pulling at his lips as he scanned his data padd. Pauses, glancing up with a raised brow.:: William Chocox: Hello Commander. Cptn Swain: Rex> Commander. Irene Mincine: "I was working on these PADDs." :: She waves one of the five or six of them she's got with her. :: "Commander Stanton wants these today so I grabbed dinner from the Cordon Replicateur last night." :: She acknowledges the commander, as well. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Staff meeting that no one told me about? ::Glances at his senior staff.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Writing in her padd :: William Chocox: ((his? ::raised eyebrow::)) Cptn Swain: Rex> We were just discussing a Class L star nearby. Cptn Swain: Swain> :feels disturbance in the force:: William Chocox: Is it a star? I thought you just said most Class-Ls aren't. Cptn Swain: Rex> Well, not technically. I mean they are giant balls of extremely hot gas. William Chocox: A Starfleet admiral? All the way out here? Maryse Dubois: ::Snickers:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting a feel for the bridge :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "Nevermind. I've got a search pattern plan for us for the sector, Commander. I don't think we'll find any admirals out here, though. Maybe a Romulan one." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Clears throat.:: Let's not speak of those that shall not be named, lest they hear us. William Chocox: ::looks around:: Anyone here have a secret they want to tell us? Cptn Swain: Rex> I heard a rumor we're getting new uniforms soon. Friend back at HQ said they started rolling them out. William Chocox: ((Which ones are we wearing now?)) Cptn Swain: ((We're still wearing the grey's from DS9/Movies, but I think we should get the flashback ones from Picard, because they look cool. )) Cptn Swain: ((Not because I am blowing up Romulus tho.)) William Chocox: Pity, I really like these ones. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: But you know it is. Someone at HQ gets a bee up their rear and *waves hands* Irene Mincine: "I always liked the old red-and-white turtlenecks in the museum in San Francisco. They look warm." Indaura Ryssan: :: Writing more things down :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Moves to his usual seat, but doesn't boot Rex out of the big chair. He liked his chair better. It was already broken in. and fit his tush.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> The bell bottoms though. Irene Mincine: "I mean they're not *perfect* but..." :: She picks one of the six PADDs she's got and brings it to Stanton. :: "Ahem. Commander, here's my survey plan for the Agape sector. It's a normal spiral pattern that hits all the highlights - pulsars, quasars, systems that may have M-class planets." William Chocox: Loads better than those jumpsuits from just before the turtlenecks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up and takes Mincine's padd with a nod.:: Thank you, Ensign. Do you have a proposed route mapped that would satisfy our biggest Science nerd? Irene Mincine: :: She points to the other five PADDs she has on her console. :: "I have proposed routes all over the floor. That one's my recommendation." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Good. I'll pass it along. ::Glanced up at her.:: How did you enjoy your visit to the Starbase? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits in the back of the bridge, observing :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Glances to the status monitor:: Irene Mincine: :: Hmph. :: "I stopped by the Klingon consulate and got a boring letter from my mother about Great House politics. I got some new earrings in the shopping area. I drank only water at the bar." William Chocox: Great House politics huh? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I was pleased to not get any frantic reports of brawls or damaged property. ::He passes the padd back over after sending himself the route she suggested.:: Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "She's a member of the House of Morvath, which means I'm a member of the House of Morvath. We haven't had a seat on the council in decades, though." :: She takes back the padd. :: "I *can* behave myself, sir." William Chocox: Sometimes I wish I'd get a report about Reynolds doing something. I'm still surprised that the man joined Starfleet and got himself posted here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I figured you could, but I just needed to see it for myself. Irene Mincine: "Hmph. I do plan on making Lieutenant before the age of 50, after all." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Trying out different variations of replicated water because the usual one tasted odd. For fun.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: Well Ensign, I made Lieutenant Commander and look at me. Cptn Swain: (( two minute warning )) William Chocox: Even if you blow up the entire EPS conduit system of the starship you're on you can become a Chief Engineer. William Chocox: Not that I would have personal experience about that. Irene Mincine: "Fortunately, I'm not in charge of explosive plasma. Well, I'm... usually not..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods solemnly:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  14. The away team goes to the New SF Colony and finds no violence. They are met by a man, Graham Budd, and his crew who claim he is in charge. A different name, Alexandria Khan, was in the library computer and was the voice of the distress signal. They try to ask around to find her, but, so far are unable. Arcadia is diverted from orbit and forced to raise shields by a small attacking probe. They unsuccessfully try evasive maneuvers, but, as it impacts the shields, it has an effect on the crew. chatlog2021-1-3.txt
  15. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/8/21 = /\ = = /\= 26 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.179 =/\= TBS is 14 days - the time is 0900 hours (09:00 am) Aegis Local. Two weeks have passed, and nothing more has emerged. Commanding officers monitor all areas of the base - interior and exterior. USS Missouri keeps watch under cloak. USS Iowa’s fleet floats casually through the area. Security monitors all areas of Aegis. Cdr Coleridge has been informed of Ragor Tal and his assassin. Everyone else goes about their business. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In medical, medicating his back :: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops, monitors up showing internal and external sensor readings as well as locations of (uncloaked) vessels:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station entering reports:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::also in medical working on reports of pricked fingers, falling down the stairs and the like:::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well, checking on stuff:: Chirakis: :::working on reports.... again:::: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Main Engineering for another shift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? mimipavilion: ::hears Nijil and walks over:: Yes? Nijil tr'Korjata: My back. I did something to my back. I'm not a digitigrade walker any more. mimipavilion: Ok let's take a look. Sierra Robinson: :: gets debriefed on the overnight engineering developments and takes the duty station near the 3D holo map of the station :: Jylliene: ::patches occasional reports through to the various departments:: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: walking around the commerce level trying to look important :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: A little hunched over :: Chirakis: ::exits her office, wondering if there is a rift in the universe::: Jylliene: (somewhere, I'm sure) mimipavilion: ::scans Nijil's back:: Chirakis: (agreed) Alexis McFarland: ::cuddles Miana:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinking his coffee that definitely does not have any flavoring :: Chirakis: :::Cayne::: Commander, anything new that we can delve into? Nijil tr'Korjata: That experience really changed me. :: sighs :: mimipavilion: Nijil, have you been sitting or sleeping in any weird positions? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Scans of the sector show all is normal. Scan logs from surrounding sectors of space are also...normal. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sweeps his storefront....business seems to be returning to normal....minus many Pakleds :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::in the midst of fixing a broken knee, she wonders if jumping into an empty tank points to stupidity::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I, well. I tried going back to sleeping on my back, but as Prani I had to sleep on my side. New old habits die hard I guess. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Thought about offering latinum to get logs of sectors out of our reach. Chirakis: :::slow nod as she thinks::: The latest reports on from Missouri and Iowa? mimipavilion: Hmm, does your back feel sore or anything? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: copies them to her padd :: They are on you padd, but if there is something there they will have to be revealed through computer analysis. Amanda Davis PhD: :::seriously wants to put the officer in a brace for a while so he can hobble around when he works:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, like I pulled it, but more like I just was on my toes too long. Nijil tr'Korjata: Err, feet too long. Annisha: :: Twirls her flying ring with her fingers :: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne::: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha:: Upgraded your boomerang? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Have you heard anything Captain? You do have higher official channels than I. Annisha: Ohhh yeaaaah Alexis McFarland: Oooh! Sierra Robinson: Crewman> All modifications seem to have worked in handling the increased pollen activity Lieutenant. (me) Well two weeks of quiet were put to use well. :: smiles :: Annisha: :: taps the side of her head :: I control it though here. I can change its shape as it flies. Chirakis: ::very slight grin:: Classified Confidential. Alexis McFarland: That's cool. I should get me one too. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I agree you did pull rhomboid muscle. I'm going to give you something to help with the pain and to relax it. And when you go to bed try sleeping on your stomach. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well my intelligence is for Commanders and below. :: takes a drink :: mimipavilion: ::applies a pain reliever and muscle relaxant:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh.... Nijil tr'Korjata: Stomach? Nijil tr'Korjata: That's something I've not been able to do, no matter what body I'm in. Nijil tr'Korjata: Could have been all these years sleeping in odd places around the station. Chirakis: Below works. Classified Confidential is just a bit above yours. Nijil tr'Korjata: Nice stuff, whatever you gave me. mimipavilion: ::nods:: well give it a try, if it doesn't work, maybe sleep in a recliner. ::glares at him:: Looks like it has caught up with you Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I wish I knew where to look for...something Amanda Davis PhD: ::finished, she observes the lieutenant:: I don't want to see you coming back, Lieutenant. Walk slowly and do not get into the tank. If anything, ask engineering to assist. Nijil tr'Korjata: An engineer's work is never done, but what is done is felt on their backs. mimipavilion: True, now take it easy. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: waddles over to the holosuite area :: Chirakis: Ummm.... we seem to be dead in the water. ::turns to face him:: Is that the correct wording for Terrans? Sierra Robinson: :: taps consoles executing Garnnoopy Diagnnostic Sierra one to survey EPS conduit efficiency :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Dead in the water? Well, if we were moving, then we weren't. Chirakis: :::nods::: True. Coffee? Nijil tr'Korjata: Off to find Robinson. Thanks doc. mimipavilion: Not a problem. Chirakis: Other than what you are guzzling at the moment? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Always coffee. mimipavilion: ::goes to update Nijil's med file:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Leaves medical and over the commercial break enters engineering :: mimipavilion: ::finishes and goes to find Dacia:: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the bar slowly going across the her LCARS screen while taking a sip of coffee :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson? I am back, and so is my...back. mimipavilion: ::finds Dacia:: Hey I'm going to CnC for a while. Sierra Robinson: Oh Hi Chief. All is quiet on the Engineering front sir. :: smiles behind her mask :: Nijil tr'Korjata: That's good. My not being a fit female Yith caught up with me. :: points to his back :: Chirakis: :::steps down toward the officers' area, noticing different types of coffee now, pours two cups, hand the coffee to Cayne, then turns to watch Jylliene::: Jylliene: ::feels eyes:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Mighty nice of you. :: takes coffee :: Annisha: Maybe I can get au one Alexis. Sierra Robinson: Well could be worse...You could have walked in with a Bikini. Nonetheless glad to see you are feeling better sir. Annisha: It's hard to control,, and would have to be tuned to your weird brain. Chirakis: ::nods as she steps toward Jylliene::: Commander, anything I can do for you? Jylliene: Not that I can think of at the moment, Captain, but thank you. Jylliene: ::smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah. Went to a beach once on their planet. Eye opening for sure. Alexis McFarland: Yay, I'm sure that'll be fine! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: standing in front of the status display :: mimipavilion: ::concerned a bit:: Dacia, you ok? Dacia Sandero: I'm ok. Sierra Robinson: Everything is running well at the moment. Those two weeks of quiet have helped us adapt our systems to handle our new horticulture loads. Nijil tr'Korjata: Between my 'away' mission, and Jylliene's pregnancy... just a lot to think about. Nijil tr'Korjata: I heard they are contained. Good for study. Chirakis: :::settles into the empty chair next to her::: (w) How long now, Commander? Dacia Sandero: I can hold the fort down here. Maybe I just need some rest after. Amanda Davis PhD: :::assisting with minor injuries:: mimipavilion: ::smiles a bit:: Ok. See ya in a while. Dacia Sandero: Yep, see ya. mimipavilion: ::exits medical via the tl and arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Jylliene: (w) Not entirely sure. I'm due to check back with medical in about a week. It's hard to say whether things will lean Romulan or Trill, but I'd presume Trill as far as gestation. Sierra Robinson: :: pivots chair :: Also , sir I have something to show you ...:: offers PADD :: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Trihan) Jylliene: (Romill) mimipavilion: ::steps off to the side staying out of the way:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks :: Sierra Robinson: Given what was discussed in Conference two weeks ago, I have created a new diagnostic program to constantly run to look for unusual activities we might detect by our department. It would seem Sabotage is going to be a serious threat, so this is a new system awareness program I have been working on. Annisha: It's new, the ring, and I saw it on a holovid. Dacia Sandero: ::pours herself a cup of coffee:: Must be tired. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, I didn't see it yet. How does it work? Chirakis: (w) May I ask a very personal question? Nijil tr'Korjata: Well as long as it does not adversely affect system response., Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Just when you think you plugged all the holes, you run out of fingers. Sierra Robinson: This in no means can beat something security can do by catching them before they strike. But what can we do...??? Nijil tr'Korjata: Constant vigilance. And a computer that can recognize patterns we cannot. Nijil tr'Korjata: It was a bit of Prani's failing.. and I left her logs telling her as much. Sierra Robinson: :: sips coffee :: Except invest in a bit more system monitoring. Yes it is a background program there will be some processing capacity usage, but unlike my sister...I am not in security..so...:: shrugs :: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a very odd experience watching me talk to...me. Chirakis: (w) ::considering her question before asking::: This child.... Will it have the knowledge and interest of the parents? Nijil tr'Korjata: For good security, we need people from all departments. Nijil tr'Korjata: (just the father's dashing good looks...) Jylliene: ::ponders that:: Hard to say. Just like any child, I suppose, there are those who definitely take after a parent and those who are decidedly distinct. Jylliene: ::shrugs:: Chirakis: (and not just a little attitude) Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha manoeuvre the ring around probably:: Annisha: Let me fly it once. :: flicks :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::beginning to write reports::: Alexis McFarland: Ooh yes Annisha: :: The ring flies in a loop and back into her hand, making each through look professional :: Sierra Robinson: Something tells me ....given how easy it was to get our alien plants onboard this station...the enemy is already onboard as our meeting suggested...Just how many? I hope to hell that they don't have a skilled engineer on their side already here... Alexis McFarland: Wooow ::sparkly eyes::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a big place. A small town really. Chirakis: :::leaning back, she pulls up a few documents to browse through::: Nijil tr'Korjata: That gives me an idea. :: writes something down :: Sierra Robinson: :: sips coffee :: Sorry guess it is just anxiety over thinking, you know you are about to get hit....just you don't know where and when. Chirakis: :::sudden stop to listen:::: Annisha: It's just the default. Makes me look cool. mimipavilion: ::decides to go over to one of the mission configurable consoles and connects to her computer in her office:: Chirakis: Excuse me Commander. :::pushes from her chair and approaches Cayne::: Alexis McFarland: Well, it worked. I hope I can be able to fly mine that well. Annisha: I'll talk to my guy in shipping. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: lifts his mug to take another drink and sees the Captain approaching :: Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: Enters the holosuite after his program loads :: Alright Klingons prepare to meet the mighty Chubbs and your doom!!!! Chirakis: Commander, check every area of Aegis for anything unusual. Nijil tr'Korjata: Or by what. Jylliene: ::watches Chirakis approach Cayne, then returns her attention to the displays:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have a holosuite program idea. Chirakis: Something that you have not seen before. mimipavilion: ::watches Chirakis for a bit then returns to her work:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh? Alexis McFarland: Yay! Chirakis: ::sternly:: Do it. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: looks down at the Holosimulated Klingons that for some reason are the size of little kids army men :: Die!!!! Starts stepping on the tiny Klingons.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye. :: activate an all encompassing mode for scans :: Chirakis: :::stands next to Cayne, she listens to someone or something out of the ordinary::: Chirakis: ::mutters:: Kahless. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: TBS will be.... 2:00 PM Chirakis: Thoughts, Commander Korjata? Nijil tr'Korjata: Get a good night's sleep Chirakis: Agreed. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew. Chirakis: Very well. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |8 January 2021 10 July 2388 - Stardate 2388.192 TBS is 14 days - the time is 0900 hours (09:00 am) Aegis Local. Two weeks have passed, and nothing abnormal has emerged. All areas of the base are monitored—interior and exterior. USS Missouri keeps watch under cloak. USS Iowa’s fleet floats casually through the area. Internal areas of Aegis are monitored by Security, especially areas where the Gremlins fiddled with electronic equipment in unfinished areas of the station. Pakleds thought they were buying areas of Aegis. Various types of plants grew—some dangerous and some gentle. Captain Chirakis has informed Commander Coleridge of Ragor Tal and his conspirators, especially Kran Magkor, Tal’s primary assassin and a master of torture. Security is continually on alert while others casually go about their business.
  17. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1102, STARDATE 52101.4 = /\ = Manticore attempted to rescue Baalin from an attack by the "Future Guy" but his station was destroyed and he subsequently died. Now the crew is split up. Manticore finds themselves attacked by the same station they were saving, now fully intact and operational. Four other crew members aboard the shuttlecraft Wyvern have been thrown across some distance at an uncontrolled warp and have crash landed on an unknown planet. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1102, STARDATE 52101.4 = /\ = 210104.html
  18. New San Francisco Colony, near the edge of Federation space, reports that violence has broken out. They are not responding to hails. Arcadia goes to investigate. chatlog2020-12-27.txt
  19. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/1/21 = /\ = = /\ = 26 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.179 =/\= TBS is 2 days - the time is 0900 hours (09:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Coleridge boards the Oberth ships to check them out. The ships’ personnel have been released from medical. Only one from Chi Chong has died. Captain Chirakis seems suspicious as she walks the decks. The command crew is gathering in the conference room to report. Questions? Scott Coleridge: ? Sierra Robinson: ? Chirakis: Scott Scott Coleridge: Is it that Chirakis seems to have suspicion of something, or do others see Chirakis as suspicious? Chirakis: Both Chirakis: Lt Robinson Sierra Robinson: So exploration of the Oberths is complete? Chirakis: After two days, I would hope so. Sierra Robinson: okay thanks! Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, do you need more time to investigate all the ships? Scott Coleridge: No, I think we are good. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::arriving on the CnC to go to the meeting in the conference room:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, writing up the last of her reports:: Chirakis: :::in her office, ready to move into the conference room. Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::she takes a deep breath and enters:: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Chirakis: ::turns back:: Commander Cayne, you have the conn. Scott Coleridge: ::about to enter the conference room:: Chirakis: ::enters the conference room and plunks her tablet on the table:::: Sierra Robinson: :: enters C n C and spots Commander Coleridge :: Sir....Commander Coleridge.... Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Yes? Sierra Robinson: :: walks up to the Commander and offers her PADD :: Sir...here is my report on our expedition. I felt it could be of use for your meeting. Alexis McFarland: ::at Blubby's, eating a Blubby Breakfast Wrap:: Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Much obliged. Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: Thanks for letting me have a crack at the mystery. I will report back to engineering if you need anything. Scott Coleridge: ::nods and then goes into the conference room:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to the meeting :: Sierra Robinson: :: heads to the Lift :: Scott Coleridge: ::turns before he enters:: Lieutenant Robinson… Sierra Robinson: :: stops :: Yes Sir? Amanda Davis PhD: :::in the medical complex, attending to business::: Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Would you prefer to deliver these thoughts yourself? ::gestures into the conference room:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees Robinson ahead :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters the conference room himself, a mug in his hand :: Sierra Robinson: Uh....sure... Why not...I suppose one is needed to translate Sierrian... Scott Coleridge: ::enters the conference room with Robinson:: Chirakis: ::assuming that Cayne had given the con to someone else, she nods::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes inside to get a seat :: Annisha: Blub> Any good Alexis? Chirakis: Are we missing anyone? Sierra Robinson: :: enters conference room smiling at Nijil...the lieutenant takes a seat at conference room and has the PADD with her :: Dacia Sandero: ::looks around the relatively empty sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: Yes, very good ::snuggles Miana:: Sierra Robinson: :: takes seat :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to her as he takes his seat. Days had passed since the med bay visit, but nothing for him had changed :: Chirakis: ::leans forward and opens her padd::: Chirakis: ::as the door closes::: We have much to attend to. I would like to begin with Dr Pavilion. Doctor? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the doctor :: Chirakis: ::hoping that everyone from the ships are now well::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears a voice in his head calling his name...ignores it :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: The personnel of all three ships have been released, with the exception of one who died from difficulty of breathing due to an unknown allergy. They were all malnourished. Amanda Davis PhD: ::making her rounds in the medical complex... a child with a splinter in her finger to begin with::: Chirakis: An unknown allergy. You are testing the contents? Chirakis: ::elbows leaning on the desk, ready to make notes if needed::: mimipavilion: Yes analysis is still ongoing, it looks like it was something he ate. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: Chirakis: Something he ate while in the complex or something he ate while in the nebula? mimipavilion: That's the ultimate question we're looking into. Chirakis: ::nods:: Send the information to me when you do. Annisha: Blub> :: eats and drinks :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: will do. Sierra Robinson: :: certainly respects allergies given what happened to her earlier with the Alien Plants :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listens :: Alexis McFarland: ::eats as well:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander Coleridge? ::turns to listen::: Scott Coleridge: We inspected the Chi Song. Scott Coleridge: Most of our investigation is inconclusive, but we found a few interesting correlations. For example, we think that whatever phenomenon drained the power from the ships left a residual static charge on the hulls of the ships. Amanda Davis PhD: ::after removing the splinter, she hands the girl a lollipop and sends her on her way:: Scott Coleridge: I've asked Lieutenant Robinson to provide her summary of our findings. ::nods at Sierra:: Chirakis: :::now very interested, she turns to Sierra::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking at his padd :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Pie for dessert:: Annisha: Blub> They have pies? Sierra Robinson: We explored all known areas of the ships regarding power generation, transfer and usage. We could not find any trace of the phenomenon that drained these vessels aside from a residual static charge trance on exteriors inside the ship. Alexis McFarland: It's new I think. Though I don't know what fruit the filling is. Sierra Robinson: One item of interest to point out. While all ship's systems linked to the main power grid were affected by the unknown phenomenon, individual shuttles powered down on the Oberth vessels were not affected by the phenomenon. Sierra Robinson: It is as if, whatever went through these ships passed over the shuttlecraft as if they were rocks in a stream ...letting them be. Chirakis: Clarify, Lieutenant. Sierra Robinson: The Chi Song had four science craft aboard. Small shuttles for observational purposes these Type IV craft were powered down when we found them. We investigated their internal power systems and found them completely operational. Scott Coleridge: In other words, the power-draining phenomenon only drained power from systems on the ship that were active. Independently-powered systems were unaffected as long as they were grounded from the ship’s hull. Sierra Robinson: Lt Tarisa postulated that perhaps the phenomenon gained entry to the ship's systems via the bussard ramscoops, and, perhaps I would like to add, exited through the warp coils themselves. Further analysis will be needed to verify this. Scott Coleridge: This gives us some interesting directions for R&D to pursue in terms of defences, should this phenomenon... re-occur. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens :: Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Commander Coleridge with a nod as to say that is all she has :: Chirakis: Indeed. Let us hope that it does not reoccur. Chirakis: :::slight pause before she continues::: I'm curious about.... Chirakis: ...about the nebulae supposedly sucking energy from the ship but not from the ship's interior. Chirakis: :::looks around::: Did any of the ship’s personnel attempt to use the internal craft? Scott Coleridge: No, according to the logs they weren’t accessed while the ships were in the nebula. Chirakis: :::rocks back, thinking::: Sierra Robinson: :: wonders if that was brought up in the interviews of the survivors :: Chirakis: And from what I understand, the nebular waves disappeared as soon as the ships were dead in space. Is that correct? Scott Coleridge: Correct. Chirakis: Very well. ::turns to Nijil:: Any words from you, Commander Korjata? Chirakis: :::glance to Cayne::: Chirakis: Anything from anyone else? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Chirakis: Very well. Considering something that must not go beyond this office..... Chirakis: Several high level personnel have found that Aegis is not only being compromised from outside. It is also being compromised from the interior. We must be very cautious. Watch and report to myself or Commander Coleridge if need be. Chirakis: Questions? Sierra Robinson: Is this in regards to the plants Captain? Chirakis: Somewhat. Sierra Robinson: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hope it is not me. Chirakis: However, it goes beyond just one thing or one area. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Nijil wondering what he meant by that....:: Chirakis: Security is informed. mimipavilion: Is there any one person or group of people to look for? Chirakis: Anyone else... besides myself and the Commander... is classified. Chirakis: Watch, Doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: There are ordinary people for the most part on Aegis. The few others are.... compromising. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Dismissed. :::she stands as they do:::: Sierra Robinson: :: stands and exits :: mimipavilion: ::stands and walks to the door, making sure she doesn't bump into other people or they bump into her:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: TBS will be one week. Chirakis: A longer time to allow personnel to settle down, relax, and think. Sierra Robinson: ? Chirakis: Question, Lt Robinson? Sierra Robinson: Will the Oberths be still moored at Aegis in a week or will they be removed to [email protected]? Chirakis: High level personnel will tend to that one. We hand them over and they make a decision. Sierra Robinson: okay thanks! Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Nijil tr'Korjata: Should do a log over the week Chirakis: Any more questions from the crew? Chirakis: I thank you all for coming tonight. Happy New Year to all. Sierra Robinson: Happy New Year! Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  20. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |1 January 2021 26 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.179 TBS is 2 days - the time is 0900 hours (09:00 am) Aegis Local. The USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are berthed on Aegis. Clad in hazmat suits, Commander Coleridge and his team have been aboard the three Oberth class ships hunting for anything that might point them in the direction of a ship’s failure. The ships’ personnel have been nourished and released from medical care. Only one has died. Meanwhile, Captain Chirakis has been intensely focused on anything that seems suspicious as she walks from one deck to another whiles security checks and reports all areas of the station. After two days of gathering information, the crew will gather in the conference room to report their findings.
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1101, STARDATE 52012.28 = /\ = Manticore was sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. After a long pit stop at an old Suliban space station the crew was able to acquire the RNA sequencing of the virus and make a cure. Fortunately and unfortunately they were able to save some of the expedition team but not everyone, including some of Manticore's medical team. But then immediately had to respond to a distress call back at the Suliban station. The station and its occupant were destroyed by a surge through the stations temporal comm relay showering the crew in temporal energy and sending Manticore and the Wyvern somewhen else. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1101, STARDATE 52012.28 = /\ = 201228.html
  22. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1101, STARDATE 52012.28 = /\ = Manticore was sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. After a long pitstop at an old Suliban space station the crew was able to acquire the RNA sequencing of the virus and make a cure. Fortunately and unfortunately they were able to save some of the expedition team but not everyone, including some of Manticore's medical team. But then immediately had to respond to a distress call back at the Suliban station. The station and its occupant were destroyed by a surge through the stations temporal comm relay showering the crew in temporal energy and sending Manticore and the Wyvern somewhen else. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1101, STARDATE 52012.28 = /\ =
  23. Arcadia prepares a shuttle that will use a magnetic field to steer the doomsday beam away from inhabited star systems, then feed it with energy from a star in an uninhabited system, which will keep the beam aliens alive. They then send the beam toward the galactic core, where the beam aliens will have enough energy to survive. They warn the next systems of the close encounters with the beam. chatlog2020-12-20.txt
  24. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1100, STARDATE 52012.21 = /\ = Manticore was sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. After a long pitstop at an old Suliban space station the crew was able to acquire the RNA sequencing of the virus and make a cure. Fortunately and unfortunately they were able to save some of the expedition team but not everyone, including some of Manticore's medical team. As Jaenke and McFly work towards getting as many people inoculated as possible, the ship receives a distress call from that old Suiban space station. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1100, STARDATE 52012.21 = /\ = 201221.html
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1100, STARDATE 52012.21 = /\ = Manticore was sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. After a long pitstop at an old Suliban space station the crew was able to acquire the RNA sequencing of the virus and make a cure. Fortunately and unfortunately they were able to save some of the expedition team but not everyone, including some of Manticore's medical team. As Jaenke and McFly work towards getting as many people inoculated as possible, the ship receives a distress call from that old Suiban space station. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1100, STARDATE 52012.21 = /\ =
  26. SD 1220.2020 Excalibur is underway for a routine patrol of the Agape sector along the neutral zone, where there have been few reports of anything of remotely interesting value for nearly a year. Science has been tasked with coming up with a list of interstellar phenomena in the sector to study, while everyone else is getting time to put away all the crap we got at starbase.
  27. Arc's engineering and science teams find that if they use a shuttlecraft with a small magnetic field, they can potentially steer the doomsday beam away from planets. They decide that the best place to send it is to the center of the galaxy, where the beings inside would have enough stars from which to draw energy. They must decide whether to allow the beam aliens to steer. chatlog2020-12-13.txt
  28. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 12/18/20 = /\ = = /\ = 24 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.175 = /\ = TBS is 0 hours - the time is 1100 hours (11:00 am) Aegis Local. Most personnel from the Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt have been released from the Medical Complex. Engineering studies to determine why and how the ships were unable to move. The ships might have drained and dispersed power slowly, leaving personnel aboard to drift aimlessly through the nebula to their doom. The flowers on Aegis have some unusual characteristics, but are mostly harmless. The plants will be trimmed back to limit their growth and learn about them. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::on the CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::Medical, finalizing reports::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay as well, going over medical files:: Tarisa: @ ::On the Chi Song with Scott and Sierra:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: on Oberth Class vessel looking for something ...anything ....that could help figure out what happened :: Chirakis: ::CnC, staring at the coming and going of personnel that are following anyone who looks strange::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Riding her bird towards the new tower with Alexis and Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: ::in their holosuite program, while no time passed in game, a few hours past in their program and they are nearing the tower they were heading to:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holding onto her feathered hat, so it doesn't blow off.:: Scott Coleridge: @::in deflector control:: Let's see what we can find here mimipavilion: ::observing what's going on:: Annisha: :: Riding :: This is weird... Sierra Robinson: @ In theory one can put out the most power from a Starship through the Navigational deflector...so I thought...well maybe something might be helpful here. :: waves tricorder around :: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana:: We're almost there now. What's weird? Amanda Davis PhD: :::files another released officer::: Annisha: Riding these birds. Alexis McFarland: Ahh, that's why I just chose a horse. At least I'm used to it. Sierra Robinson: Chubbs> :: facing the corner in the family quarters ...grounded for some reason...:: Scott Coleridge: @ We may not find anything if the charge on the deflector has dissipated by now, unfortunately Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles:: Alexis McFarland: ::slows her horse down and looks up at the tower:: We should look out for guards and stuff. Scott Coleridge: @ Any indications that the deflector dish's components have been damaged or affected in some way? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the medical bay :: Doctor, should I leave now? What else is there to do for me? Chirakis: :::focused on something, but what that is no one can say::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, as she slows.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working at tactical :: Chirakis: ::without turning:: Commander Cayne, is there anything in the area that is suspicious? Sierra Robinson: @ :: approaches deflector control station and produces a small device.....:: This is a small power cell that I can ...hook up to the station here...and see if I can glean anything from the station here. With your permission sir, I'd like to try to access this control station ... Annisha: HD> No technology here. Chirakis: Or that *seems* suspicious. Tarisa: @ ::Shakes head:: From my perspective, they look undamaged like the rest of the ship. But a more technical eye might spot something. Scott Coleridge: @::Sierra:: Do it. mimipavilion: Bishop>::Nijil:: Yes you can leave. I'm sure Dr. Pavilion will notify you if there's anything odd with the tests. Dacia Sandero: ::watches Nijil for a second before going back to her reports:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: places her kit on the workstation and takes a moment to access a panel behind the console...:: I will not have much time...maybe a couple of hours charge sir..:: begins working :: But If Tarisa could look at the Science data... maybe there might be something... Alexis McFarland: ::Gets out her bow and arrow:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: maneuvers herself behind the console..in the bulky hazmat suit it is not easy :: Okay.....Ready here we go.....:: a beep is heard then a click :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Makes me wonder if Muuhi placed a backup in me. It's a Romulan thing to do. mimipavilion: Bishop>::slight side nod:: Tarisa: @ ::Ear flicks at the beep.:: Alexis McFarland: ::spots a guard and takes a shot with her arrow, taking him out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: curses :: I bet that is why the Yith language is easier for me. :: facepalms :: Sierra Robinson: @:: stands up with difficulty and looks to see if anything happened......:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I am ready to leave the med bay. What is our status? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking down to see if the comms system is malfunctioning :: Scott Coleridge: @::not seeing any change to the readout on the console:: Scott Coleridge: @ Systems still show as nominal... Annisha: HD> Hey, do I throw spells? Tarisa: Miana> ::Readies her rapier/magic focus. She zaps a guard with Verthunder.:: Alexis McFarland: Mix your spell ingredients into a bottle, then chuck it. Chirakis: ::Slow turn in Caine's direction:: Commander, is there a problem? Annisha: HD> What am I, a Vulcan? Do I at least get a dagger? Tarisa: @ ::Nods:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: notes the system powered up :: Well...can you access the science station menu, I was just curious if any abnormal particle charge events were recorded. Amanda Davis PhD: ::tired of filing, she decides to make rounds::: Sierra Robinson: @ :: notes her COMM Badge :: Oh..... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's fine now. Maybe a system-wide refresh. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, you have a broadsword and a small dagger as default. But you can buy more weapons at the blacksmith. Sierra Robinson: @ +Nijil+ Robinson here.... Uh we are grasping for straws on finding anything on the power drain on the Oberths sir...on the Chi Song at the moment. Tarisa: @ ::Manages to boot up the science console.:: Chirakis: ::contemplates, then nods:: Inform Engineering if any problem arises. Sierra Robinson: @ I concur with Tarisa's plan on visiting the warp nacelles next... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Dacia :: Fa afetai lava foma. Dacia Sandero: Uhh, yes? Lava is hot. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry, sorry. I am getting my languages mixed up. Alexis McFarland: ::shoots another arrow at another guard:: That's the last of the outside guards. I think. Nijil tr'Korjata: I called Robinson a kitten, speaking to you in Yith... Dacia Sandero: No worries. Uhh, what were you trying to say? Dacia Sandero: Ahh.. Interesting. Scott Coleridge: @::smiles:: We're getting quite a nice tour of the ship. Scott Coleridge: @ Let's go. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just thank you. If I grow whiskers we have a problem. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hops off her bird once they get to the entrance.:: We should look for traps. Annisha: HD> I have good eyes. mimipavilion: ::notes that Chirakis is a bit off her game, but she might not be, and just leaves it at that:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets off the bed to leave :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::hearing Nijil's remark and tries not to laugh::: Tarisa: @ ::Nods as she follows Scott.:: Scott Coleridge: @::only has to double-back twice this time:: Sierra Robinson: @ ::: hopes Tarisa has better luck finding something :: Dacia Sandero: You should probably try to get some rest. Goodbye. Alexis McFarland: ::hops off her horse and stows her bows and arrows, nods at Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm going to go read in my office. :: waves :: Sierra Robinson: @ Sir, :: to Coleridge :: Being an engineer...have you've encountered strange things that baffled you ... and get frustrated a bit....not being able to come up with something? Annisha: HD> :: looking for traps, hits a rope that wraps around her leg and hangs her upside down via a tree :: Ahh. Dacia Sandero: OK. ::nods as he leaves before returning to her duties round sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: @::Sierra:: Well let's see. I've been through wormholes... manipulated by powerful non-corporeal aliens on... ::counts on his gloves:: at least 5 occasions. Visited by extragalactic aliens who gave us sensors I don’t understand... Tarisa: Miana> :.Watches as Annisha hands upside down. Tries not to giggle.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rounds the corner and enters the lift :: Alexis McFarland: Waah.. ::watches Annisha, also holds in a giggle:: Sierra Robinson: @ So this is something to expect as an engineer on Aegis more often than not... I see. Alexis McFarland: ::Moves over to the tree carefully, then clambers up the side of the tree:: Tarisa: Miana> I can cast a spell to catch her if you cut the rope. Annisha: HD> :: Swings back and forth :: I found a trap. Chirakis: d'Ka> {{ships standing watch in the outer limits}} Scott Coleridge: @ I think it's part of being an engineer in Starfleet in general. Unless you want to spend your life refitting plasma conduits on some mining facility. Alexis McFarland: Good for you ::smiles:: Try the spell first, Miana. Hopefully it works. Nijil tr'Korjata: ( We control the horizontal, the vertical....) Scott Coleridge: @::reaches the Jeffries tube:: This will take us to the warp nacelle control room. Sierra Robinson: @ Ah good point. Sometimes I do think about making the perfect pizza oven though.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exit the lift and heads to engineering :: Tarisa: Miana> Ready ::Casts Varadero to catch Annisha when the rope is cut.:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: begins climbing the Jefferies tube...a tight fit with the old Oberth design and the Hazmat suits :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches:: Go for it, I guess. Tarisa: @ ::Follows in.:: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat at one of the mission configurable consoles and access her medical computer and does some work on the CnC:: Annisha: HD> :: falls and is levitated just before hitting the ground :: Scott Coleridge: @::climbs the tube to the nacelle control room:: Alexis McFarland: ::claps:: Good job Miana. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Commander, ask for a report from Commander Coleridge... if they have found anything. Sierra Robinson: @ :: chuckles :: There may not be enough room for all of us.... Alexis McFarland: ::walks next to Miana:: Let's tread a bit more carefully I guess Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods :: +Coleridge+ Sir, a request for an update is being asked for, report. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Yeah. ::Casts a detect spell to see if she can spot any magic wards.:: Scott Coleridge: @::squeezes into the control room:: +Cayne+ We've investigated the shuttles, deflector control, and now we are examining the warp nacelles. Interesting result on the shuttlecraft, negative result in deflector control. Chirakis: :::Cayne::: Only if he is available. If not, I can wait. Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Arrives at his situation table. For some reason, things look different :: Alexis McFarland: ::walks closely behind Miana:: Tarisa: @ ::Enters warp control.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::files another report::: Scott Coleridge: @ Hmm… the verterium cortenide in the nacelles is conductive. Amanda Davis PhD: :::suddenly turns, hearing a gasp and choking sound::: Sierra Robinson: @ So ...between the coils and, as Tarisa you pointed out....the Ramscoops there might be two ways for some...anomalous charge propagation to take place up here. Dacia Sandero: ::also hears the weird sound and heads towards it:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Swears he sees equations in front of him where the status display is :: Scott Coleridge: @ Exactly. If the Bussard collectors picked up some of the nebula mist, and it passed along the coils… Amanda Davis PhD: ::moving quickly in his direction::: Doctor Graylock, Lt Karien is choking. Tarisa: @ ::Nods:: It could shed some small light on what has happened. Sierra Robinson: @ :: opens her kit to produce another small APU :: Shall we try to glean something from this console? Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns with the doctor::: Dacia? :::looking around:: Room three A. Now! Annisha: HD> :: dusts herself off :: Dacia Sandero: Room 3A. Right. ::heads over there and readies it:: Dacia Sandero: Ok, good to go here. What's going on? Have you tried the Heimlich maneuver yet? Scott Coleridge: @::Sierra:: It's your show, Lieutenant. Amanda Davis PhD: Dr Graylock> ::working on the Lieutenant:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: opens the console hatch...this time she has to lie down and sort of work underneath the console....:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks around and heads to the tower:: How do we get in? Sierra Robinson: @ :: inspects data chips and EPS connections to the console...and then places the small APU in place :: Okay, I am going to...power it up ....now.... :: beep ... click :: Tarisa: Miana> One moment. ::Spots the ward she was looking for. With a small pulse she activates it, which opens the door.:: Dacia Sandero: ::helping out as well, checking the Lt's bio signs:: Sierra Robinson: @ I can't see the console from down here...I hope it did something... Tarisa: @ It is coming online now. Alexis McFarland: Nice. ::Peeks inside:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::assisting Dr Graylock, but it doesn't seem to be helping::: Dacia Sandero: ::scans the Lieutenant's airways to find what's blocking:: Sierra Robinson: @ :: decides to scan the console itself for any anomalies that may be present :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: breathes deeply :: Amanda Davis PhD: Graylock> ::checks everything he can, but nothing helps and the Lt fades away::: Sierra Robinson: @ :: begins to wiggle her way out from underneath the console :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::standing over the Lt, he makes the call::: Set the time at 1109 hours, Aegis local. :::looks to the assistants:: He's gone. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done. Next week is Christmas Day. There will be no sim that day. The week after is New Year's Day. If anyone is interested, I will be there. Chirakis: TBS will be two days, at what time, the crew will gather in the conference room to report findings. Chirakis: Questions? Sierra Robinson: none tonight Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, Comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah to everyone. Tarisa: night night Dacia Sandero: Goodnight, Merry Christmas Happy holidays Chirakis: Enjoy yourselves.... mimipavilion: night all see ya next week Scott Coleridge: No, Mimi mimipavilion: or next year Chirakis: Heh. Scott Coleridge: That's better :P mimipavilion: ::head slaps Scott:: Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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