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  3. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |30 October 2020 21 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.173 TBS is 2 hours - the time is 1900 hours (7:00 pm) Aegis Local. Starfleet Runabout Osprey has entered nebula 231 in search of USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt, that has been missing for at least twenty days. Osprey reported its position and has not been heard from since. In an attempt to find them, Aegis has engaged the closest listening beacon 427P. Focusing on the Osprey’s last known position, the search repeats in regular intervals. Science is working on the vines that have taken root on deck 188. In an attempt to track the foliage, a section with dye is being analyzed to trace it to its origin. Since they are close to the cargo section it is possible that the vines originate from there.
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  5. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1093, STARDATE 52010.26 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. Will they find something worth the effort or just lead on a chase? = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1093, STARDATE 52010.26 = /\ = 201026.html
  6. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1093, STARDATE 52010.26 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives which leads to an old derelict space station near the surface of a gas giant. Will they find something worth the effort or just lead on a chase? = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1093, STARDATE 52010.26 = /\ =
  7. An away team is sent to the crater where there was a signal being sent from. Functional equipment is found, but no living humanoids. They conclude that all life on the planet was destroyed when it was hit by the beam. chatlog2020-10-18.txt
  8. MISSION BRIEF: The engineering team continues to work on the shuttle too see if they can determine how to prevent further battery drain; while science and medical head down into the crystal caves. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is poking around the yacht's engineering department, looking to see if anything seems promising:: Irene Mincine: "Here we are, 400 meters below the surface." :: Irene steps out when the elevator stops. :: "About 50 meters this way is the resonance cavern." Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Still reading the trashy romance novel:: William Chocox: ((Do we need to grab a symbol?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( @ for crystal crew. # for Yachty )) Cptn Swain: (( Probably not. )) William Chocox: ((::grabs a # and slaps it on his head like a hat::)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Scanning the yacht with a rapidly declining tricorder seemed a bit stupid, but it was all he had.:: William Chocox: # Anything looking good? I'm not getting a lot of joy here. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Getting ready to visit the resonance again :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Follows Irene, carefully.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> The crystal cavern is much how they left it. The lights scattered throughout the cave made the crystalline structures glimmer as they navigated the path. Every little sound echoed back at them a hundred times over. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::He grumbled.:: Me, either. Looks like the systems are still being drained. Irene Mincine: @ :: She whispers to the rest of the team. :: "Make sure you don't make a lot of noise in here." :: She was, again, awed by the crystal systems... Indaura Ryssan: @ :: coughs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> ::COUGH!COUGH!COUGH!COUGH!COUGH!COUGH!:: William Chocox: # This makes no dang sense...it compels me though. ::starts physically poking around:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: gasps :: (w) sorry.... sorry......... s o r r y.... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> What about physical barriers? You think that might work? Some sort of substance that could literally shield the power systems? William Chocox: # That is probably the best idea. If it's radiation we would need lead. Irene Mincine: @ "Just like that..." :: She pulled out her tricorder. :: "I'm not sure what we're looking for, but we should get as many readings of the area as possible." Maryse Dubois: @ ::Looks at Indaura a moment before she grins. Then she begins scanning.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> Scans of the crystals show an interesting internal matrix that seems to amplify sound, light, and energy. William Chocox: #::does a quick scan with his tricorder to see if it's radiation that's draining the batteries:: Maryse Dubois: @ Hmm Maryse Dubois: @ ::Quietly:: These crystals seem to amplify...well just about anything. Cptn Swain: #ACTION> There does appear to be radiation traces on the ships batteries and the warp core is likewise poisoned with theta radiation Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gestures since making a sound will only make things worse for their hearing :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Valdar is pointing something out on her tricorder to Irene. She returns to Maryse and Indaura. :: "That's what Valdar says, too. Geology and engineering aren't my forte. Maybe we could give some shavings to the engineering team. An energy amplifier could counter an energy drain, right?" William Chocox: # There we go...theta radiation... ::closes his tricorder to save battery:: Now, what blocks theta radiation? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Thinks :: Do we know the structure of these crystals and how far they go? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::He takes a look at Will's readings and scratches his head.:: Maryse Dubois: @ If we take samples, do so carefully. The wrong setting on a phaser or laser drill could be hazardous. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> I mean... Trellium is a good insulator, but I don't see how we could synthesize that here with such limited means. Unless the scientists have something? William Chocox: # That is the best idea I've heard this mission. Irene Mincine: @ Valdar> :: The Bajoran geologist answers. :: "It's a hexagonal matrix that extends... well, with the amplification effect the tricorder can't really tell, but there's a *lot* of crystal. I'd use a hand drill before I tried zapping them with a phaser." Indaura Ryssan: @ Maybe just looking for a loose one would be safer. Irene Mincine: @ Valdar> :: Nods! :: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Let's see if we can find one that we can break off without shooting a high-gain amplifier with a directed-energy beam." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> So we should go to the dig site and see? ::He frowns.:: How are they still operating, though? They've been here a lot longer and the only system they've complained about not working is comms. William Chocox: # That...that is a very good question Reynolds. And I do not have a good answer. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods as she starts feeling around for a loose crystal.:: Cptn Swain: !Rex>. ::opens a chocolate bar and flips to next. chapter:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::He closed up his kit and slung it over his shoulder.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: jiggles a crystal :: (real fake crystals....not this one, not this one, not that one...) William Chocox: #::closes up his own kit as well, before leading Reynolds out of the Yacht:: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> :: Digs around looking for crystals... :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> The team finds several smaller loose crystals that seem disconnected from the main cavern mass and are no longer glowing softly. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: gets a crystal :: Would make a great necklace. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene has a few in her hand after a couple minutes of searching. :: "Maybe once we get off this planet." Maryse Dubois: @ :;Finds a loose crystal, scans it to see if it is usable.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Follows along, moving toward the dig site.:: I never saw their equipment. The others took a tour and I went straight to the comms hut. William Chocox: # I was looking at something, I can't right remember at the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> The loose crystals seem to have the same properties as the others, though don't seem to resonate as much. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Places the crystal in her coat pocket :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene drops a couple crystal pieces into her pack. Valdar has a sample container as well. :: "All right, I think we got what we came for. Let's head back to the surface?" Indaura Ryssan: @ Testing these in controlled conditions would help a lot. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Puts away her stash. Nods in agreement with Irene and Indaura. She starts making her way back.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ I can finally have a duet partner. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "The engineering team should be able to help with that." :: She leads them back to the lift to the surface. :: William Chocox: # Hopefully we're going to be able to get this figured out and get out of here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> Yea, let's hope so. I'd hate to be stuck here forever. ::Points at the largest makeshift building.:: I think their main lab is in there. William Chocox: # Let's go find out. ::heads that way:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
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  10. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 10/23/20 = /\ = = /\ = 21 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.173 = /\ = TBS is zero. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis Local Decks 187 and 188 are still under quarantine. Vines grow along the decking and bulkheads, have a sweet aroma, and mimic humanoid movements. *** Starfleet Command's runabout Osprey entered nebula 231 to search for the USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt. Osprey reported its position and has not been heard from since. In an attempt to find them, the closest listening beacon is 427P, not far from Aegis. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Tarisa: ::In the labs.:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Was watching Annisha study.:: Annisha: :: Writing :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working in main engineering :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking some calculations:: mimipavilion: ::in the middle of typing up her report to Scott and Chirakis:: Sierra Robinson: :: Observing Environmental Systems status in Engineering :: Chirakis: ::on deck 188 watching the vines watch them:::: Alexis McFarland: ::rests her chin on the table, watching Annisha study:: Jylliene: ::CnC, monitoring at Ops:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things around the med bay:: mimipavilion: ::sends the message about Lt. Johnson to the command staff:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's see now. ::digging in her bag:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: What's the latest? Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, this should work. Jylliene: Nothing new. No word from the Osprey. Or any of the other missing ships, for that matter. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles, likes the feeling of the cool desk on her chin:: Chirakis: :::watching carefully:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working on the logs of the listening beacon :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulls out a small vial:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::mists one vine with the liquid from the vial:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::dealing with Lt Johnson who is not sure that he wants to stay on Aegis::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his head between his hands, wondering if he is hearing things :: Chirakis: :::sneeze::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::fiddles with her tricorder:: Sierra Robinson: :: observing efficiency ratings of the Atmospheric scrubbers, looking for any drops......:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +OPS+ Dran to Ops. Jylliene: +Dran+ Ops here. Tae'Lynn Dran: +OPS+ Can you set internal sensors in this section to track the contrast dye pattern I'm sending you. ::fiddles again with her tricorder:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +OPS+ And then relay those results back to my tricorder? Jylliene: +Dran+ Of course. Setting it now. Chirakis: :::slight sneeze again::: (w) Apparently I have an allergy. Scott Coleridge: ::splits his attention between listening to Jylliene and worrying about the missing runabout:: Jylliene: +Dran+And linked back to you. Tae'Lynn Dran: +OPS+Thank you. Jylliene: +Dran+ My pleasure. Alexis McFarland: ::sitting next to Miana:: Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask as he she jots down some notes on a PADD :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Chirakis:: I hope that is the most aggressive the plant decides to get. Chirakis: ::she nods to Dran as a security officer approaches and hands her a mask:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Because, I believe we are going to need to push our way into some of the foliage to get to its root. Tarisa: Miana> ::Staring off into space out of boredom.:: Chirakis: Security Officer> We have a few allergic personnel, Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: The dye I introduced is moving down this corridor. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana being cute:: Chirakis: ::still listening to Dran, she thanks the Lieutenant:: Scott Coleridge: ::notices Cayne is attending to the Osprey situation, so he decides it's more important to focus on what they can actually work on:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: How we doing Robinson? Sierra Robinson: :: notes a continued rise in power consumption from Atmospheric scrubbers on the quarantined decks :: Chirakis: +com+ Commander Tarisa, Captain Chirakis. Unless you are busy will you take my place with Lt Dran. Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office, paperwork in hand::: Sierra Robinson: :: said while looking at screen :: The entire environmental system is being taxed on decks 187 and 188. Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: +Chirakis+ Of course, Captain. What is your location? Chirakis: +com+ Deck 188 with Lieutenant Dran. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks to Alexis and smiles, then plops her head down on the table.:: Sierra Robinson: Probably due to particulate matter, more pollen perhaps without a good look at a filtration scrubber on the deck itself. Tarisa: +Chirakis+ On my way. Does Lt. Dran need anything else from the lab while I am here? Amanda Davis PhD: ::knocks on Mimi's office door:::: mimipavilion: Enter. Tae'Lynn Dran: I think we're good. Chirakis: ::turns:: Lt Dran, do you need something else from the lab? Chirakis: So... you do not require assistance? Amanda Davis PhD: :::enters::: Lt Johnson has decided to move to another station. Whether that will happen or not is for command to decide. :::hands Mimi the PADD::: Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't need anything else from the lab. mimipavilion: ::nods taking the PADD:: Chirakis: Very well. ::slight sneeze::: Chirakis: +com+ Commander Tarisa, apparently Lt Dran has finished his diagnostics. Chirakis: ::turns::: I'll be in CnC. Chirakis: ::nods to the security officer, walks toward the lift and enters:::: CnC. Nijil tr'Korjata: Scrubbers... scrubbers Chirakis: :::one last sneeze::: Jylliene: ::generally monitoring the signal going to Dran as well as the visual representation of the possible locations of the Osprey on the monitor.:: Tarisa: +Chirakis+ Understood. ::Exits the lab, hopping onto a TL.:: Chirakis: (w) How humans can deal with these... things are beyond my ability to cope. Chirakis: :::the lift stops and she exits on CnC with a sigh:: Sierra Robinson: :: thinks :: Someone is probably going to have to check to see if those Plants are not getting into anything else down there. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::confused look:: +Tarisa+ Commander, I don't need anything from the lab but I do still need assistance. Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps we can map them with a radioactive isotope. Scott Coleridge: ::sees the captain enter, recognizes that flavour of sigh:: Tarisa: +Dran+ Do not worry, I am taking a lift down now. Chirakis: :::realizing that Sindarin can not cope with everything::: Commander Coleridge, anything new? Scott Coleridge: Unfortunately not. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Nijil :: I'd do it. We need to know what things look like down there. Scott Coleridge: But sometimes, our people just need time to work the problems. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps near the opening of the corridor. Testing out pushing some of the vines gently out of the way:: mimipavilion: ::goes and looks for Dacia:: Chirakis: :::quirks a brow::: Indeed they do. Sierra Robinson: Until something is done, I'll just continue to watch for system failures on those two decks I suppose. Nijil tr'Korjata: You will have to inject the plant at many points.. every few meters. Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay finishing checking on a patient:: Chirakis: Anything from the Osprey? Chirakis: I assume that they have found the lost ships? mimipavilion: ::finds Dacia:: hey I'll be on the Cnc Jylliene: ::though the question isn't directed to her, shakes her head in response:: Scott Coleridge: Um... you haven't heard then. Scott Coleridge: Well, we haven't heard. From the Osprey. Jylliene: ::attention still fixed on the monitor:: Dacia Sandero: Okay. ::smiles:: mimipavilion: ::smiles back and leaves medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking her tricorder again:: Sierra Robinson: Oh no, sorry Sir... I meant I would do it if I could do it...Since I am not a botanist.. The plant would probably strangle me in self defense. Tarisa: ::Arrives at deck 188 and steps out. Her nose is almost immediately assaulted with an intense sweet smell. Almost too much to bear. Fortunately, she was prepared, and placed her mask on.:: She then looked around, calling out for Dran.:: Lieutenant? Tae'Lynn Dran: Over here. Sierra Robinson: I'd let science handle that... Chirakis: ::slight frown::: :::turns to Cayne::: Commander, contact the Osprey. Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you want my dagger? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC via the tl:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye. :: Opens the comms to the Osprey :: +Osprey+ This is Aegis actual. Come in. Alexis McFarland: ::closes her eyes and starts to nod off:: Sierra Robinson: :: eyes widen a bit :: Uhm...it would be very Sierra of me to lose your dagger down there. I am pretty good with a plasma torch though :: smiles behind her mask :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I've introduced a contrast dye into the plant. Internal sensors are tracking it to its root. I need to get a close scan of it to figure how it is reacting the way it is. Chirakis: ::slight turn to Mimi, nods::: mimipavilion: ::nods, walking towards Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It can be tracked, unless you toss it into space. Tae'Lynn Dran: We'll have to push our way down this corridor. Jylliene: (or unless the plant tosses it into space) Sierra Robinson: Oh what does it look like? Tarisa: ::Ears home in on the location. She walks down the hall, tuning the corner to greet Dran.:: Understood. ::Looking over the vines.:: This grew quite quickly in the time we were dealing with the other plant incident. How were we not able to detect it until now? Chirakis: :::notes Mimi approaching but has other things on her mind::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not sure without seeing the sensor logs. It may simply not been seen as a problem by the computers programmed checklist. Sierra Robinson: I wonder if Security has any sort of holo-imagery down there...that would be useful. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: hailing again :: mimipavilion: ::stands next to Chirakis with a PADD in hand::softly:: there's a personal issue that will need your attention at your earliest convenience. ::hands over the PADD:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins to move down the corridor:: Let me know if the pollen count starts to affect you. The Captain seemed not quite herself after being exposed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to Chirakis :: No response from Osprey Chirakis: :::Cayne:: The best listening beacon is 427P. Engage that in the last direction of the Osprey. Tarisa: ::Points to her mask.:: I came prepared. ::Follows down the hall.:: Chirakis: ::turns to Mimi:: That would be for Commander Coleridge to deal with. mimipavilion: ::nods and heads over to Scott:: Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: What's up? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Instructs the beacon to move towards Osprey's last known position :: mimipavilion: Personal issue. ::hands over the PADD:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They did get some holography, but the growth rate makes it only a snapshot in time. Annisha: :: taps her screen :: History...history Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Tae'Lynn Dran: This is getting pretty thick. The plant has to be pulling material from somewhere to collect this much biomass. Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears perks at the tap.:: Scott Coleridge: ::skims:: Care to give me input on this, Doctor, since you're the one delivering this request instead of the crewmember in question? Chirakis: ::listening carefully::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The search will take a bit of time. It will repeat my message in regular intervals. Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to Cayne::: Listen carefully. Sierra Robinson: :: rubs her forehead briefly :: I guess I am too eager to weed whack the stuff maybe it is because I don't want to end up on a biobed again. Tarisa: ::Curious as she carefully moves through.:: What would be down here that it could use? Replicator matter? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Robinson :: Thanks for being here. After my experience with the Yith I find you keep me grounded in this time frame. Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at Annisha:: Hmm mimipavilion: According to our counselor, the crewmember can't handle deep space missions very well and thus the request for transfer. Tae'Lynn Dran: Unclear. Chirakis: There is a very slight call for support. Annisha: Hmm? Are you reading my Rihan script? Chirakis: Very slight. Scott Coleridge: I see. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at medical reports and findings :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been on many biobeds. Sierra Robinson: Well that is good. I am glad I am good for something on this station aside from giving business to the resident Pizza Maker :: smiles :: Chirakis: :::Cayne::: Is that the best we can get from that beacon? Tae'Lynn Dran: We're rather close to the cargo sections. It may have taken root in something there. Alexis McFarland: Sorta, but I'm not good at reading Rihan. Annisha: It's a bit like Vulcan. Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Thank you, Doctor. I will take that under advisement. Tae'Lynn Dran: A stray seed stowing away in cargo is usually how things like this get around. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: Oh, that makes sense. I can read some Vulcan. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: We will get a clearer answer when the roots are located. Sierra Robinson: Mission injuries? Tarisa: Miana> ::Lifts her head up.:: Hmm? Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, take care. The plant also likes to interact with others. ::swatting away a flowered vine that keeps swaying in her face:: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Yes, Vulcan mimipavilion: ::goes and stands off to the side:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You are a valued member of the team here.. Elements..., that sounded like a sales pitch. Sierra Robinson: Thank you sir...Good to be appreciated...:: checks chrono :: almost pizza time Chirakis: Commander Cayne, send the beacon in that direction and magnify it as much as possible. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: does so :: mimipavilion: ::listens and observes:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Again, well done, considering the circumstances - the strange things that are happening. Chirakis: TBS takes us to 7pm. Chirakis: Comments Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Scott Coleridge: We will find out Lt. Johnson's fate... next week. Alexis McFarland: ooh Chirakis: Excellent. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |23 October 202021 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.173 TBS is 0 hours - the time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. Unlike other plants found in various areas of Aegis, the plants on decks 187 and 188 have grown vines along the decking. They weave their way up the bulkheads to grow flowers that give out a sweet aroma, and seem to be watching humanoid movements. Starfleet Command sent the specially designed runabout Osprey into nebula 231 to search for the USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt that has been missing for over a week. Since Aegis was closer than Starfleet Command, Osprey reported their positions by the book until its reports faded into the nebula. The closest listening beacon was 427P, not far from Aegis.
  12. Into the Mist “USS Rodman, this is Starfleet Command Runabout Osprey, respond.” Lt Cdr Morre called, paused, then repeated, “USS Rodman, Osprey, I say again, respond.” Another pause. “USS Chi Song, this is Osprey. Respond,” he continued, then, “USS Agincourt, this is Osprey. Respond.” He sighed, clasping his hands behind his head to give his arms a good stretch as he leaned back from the console to stare at the ceiling and give his neck a good crack. “Anything, Lieutenant?” “Not so far, sir,” Lt Ling responded, checking her screen. “The only nebular chatter I get is… wait. I think we have something, sir,” she said, her fingers sweeping the console to pass the information to Moore. “Got it,” he said in a casual vein, not expecting anything new, but checking it out. "USS Rodman, this is runabout Osprey. I say again, respond,” he continued, then switched frequencies. "USS Chi Song, this is runabout Osprey. Respond." Nothing. "Give me a full frequency scan, Lieutenant. 180 degree sweep. Mason. Fire up and give me everything you can see, hear, smell… whatever you can get. Ensign Gleason, mark our coordinates and send them to command. We're moving in. Lt Cdr Moore rested his forearms on the console to focus his energy while he waited for a response. After sweeping through a grid for several days, he hoped there would be at least one sector that would point them toward Rodman, Chi Song, or Agincourt. Lieutenant Ling sat next to him, continuing to sweep the sector grid. “You’d think they would issue several runabouts to scan this quadrant,” quipped Moore. “Case? t’Jana? Anything?” he asked, turning to the lieutenants behind him. “Nothing yet, sir,” t’Jana responded, “but there is a very different signal coming from the nebular ring in sector 503. And a cluster of different colors. Sending it to your screen, sir.” A jaw-dropping mist several parsecs away seemed to dance through that area, not at all like the nebulae they had seen before. “Lieutenant Case? Got any ideas?” “Yes, sir. There’s something out there. My sensors aren’t picking it up, but if it’s changed to audio we might get something.” “Send it over.” On a whim, Moore reduced the frequencies 1.75 times to make areas of the nebula audible—not to humanoid ears, but to his console where he could remove the ordinary sound of a comet, of stars being born or dying, and quasars in the heart of a galaxy… and a few more. But he’d never heard this. “It sounds like…dancing? Or an orchestra. Listen.” Moore attached his gear to the main system just enough to be heard without blaring into their ears. “Whoa…. What does that mean, sir?” asked Case. “Not sure, but let’s mark the area and move in that direction.” A series of "aye, sir" moved them farther into the nebula towards the last coordinates of Rodman, Chi Song, and Agincourt, until strange crackles came through the wire. “We're heading toward a nebular mist Commander," said Case. "Coordinates?. "Two seven zero mark one three five," sir. Moore thought a moment, dropped a buoy into their area of the grid and sent their present coordinates to the closest beacon, Aegis’s 427P. “Move us out, Lieutenant Ling. Slowly. If they’re caught in a nebula, we might be, too.” “Moving out, sir. Heading coordinates niner niner seven mark five two zero.” "Engage."
  13. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1092, STARDATE 52010.19 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives and Manticore has set a course leaving their away team behind. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1092, STARDATE 52010.19 = /\ = NOTE: The chat log is in an HTML format this week as we are testing a new chat program. Enjoy! 201019.html
  14. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1092, STARDATE 52010.19 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Jaffee has uncovered a set of coordinates from old archives and Manticore has set a course leaving their away team behind. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1092, STARDATE 52010.19 = /\ =
  15. SD 1018.2020 The engineering team continues to work on the shuttle too see if they can determine how to prevent further battery drain; while science and medical head down into the crystal caves.
  16. Arcadia investigates a system that they thought was the source of the destructive light beam, but find that the system itself was destroyed. They find that there may be some survivors on one planet underground and set up an away team to find them. chatlog2020-9-13.txt
  17. MISSION BRIEF: After a fun night around the campfire, the Excalibur team has awakened to a lovely, damp, cold day on what is rapidly becoming a 2 hour tour of an away mission. They now must focus on trying to find a solution to the power drain on the yacht and other electronics, as they have no way of knowing if their message for additional assistance made it out or not. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::wakes up:: I had a horrible, horrible dream last night. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::crawling out of his tent wearing an Official Cold Weather Hoodie:: William Chocox: ::looks around:: Damn, it wasn't a dream. ::puts on some cold weather gear and climbs out of his tent.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking for coffee:: Maryse Dubois: ::Already sitting by the fire, bundled up.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Climbs out of her tent, also wearing a fancy Starfleet cold-weather jacket. :: "Did the temperature drop 15 degrees or is it just me?" Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Snorts:: 18 Cptn Swain: Rex> So... ::cracking open a breakfast ration:: first thing's first. Will, I want you and Reynolds to go take a look at the yacht and see how the batteries are -- Irene, you and the doctors are going to take a look at those crystal caves again. Maybe they're related to issue somehow. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Shivering by the fire with a hot drink in one hand and a hot ration pack in the other.:: William Chocox: ::snarfs down a breakfast ration:: Aye, sir. Cptn Swain: Rex> Obviously take some of the ::thumbs towards the science camp:: with you Maryse Dubois: ::Stands up, walking over to Irene.:: Sounds like a fun trip. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets out of her sleeping arrangement :: William Chocox: ::to Reynolds:: We'll go once you've finished eating. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's unwrapping a protein bar from a ration pack. :: "Gotcha, commander." :: She calls a few eggheads over from the science team, then answers Maryse. :: "As long as the elevator still works, it will be." Cptn Swain: (( are you giving me ideas )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Raises his mug in salute then hunkers down to finish his meal and drink.:: Maryse Dubois: Take good care of me. This is my first time there. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts in on a lemon bar :: Irene Mincine: (( she was concerned about it before! )) William Chocox: Eat first, you can drink on the way back. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::drinking fake coffee:: Irene Mincine: :: Nods, then sips from a metal thermos. :: "No problem, doc. We'll check in with the planetside science team and let them know we're going down. I can't wait for you to see those crystals." Cptn Swain: (( I didn't realize we'd gone to Sedona, )) Cptn Swain: (( That is a joke exactly one of you will get )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( LoLz )) Indaura Ryssan: It's a way down. Cptn Swain: (( WELCOME TO THE CRYSTAL VORTEX )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Finished with his ration pack, he threw the remnants into the fire and nodded to Will.:: Ready when you are, sir. William Chocox: ((I'm literally watching the Penn and Teller: B*llsh*t episode on new age medicine right now.)) Cptn Swain: (( lol Sedona is like the woo woo crystal healing capital of the universe )) William Chocox: Alright, let's grab our gear and head out. ::grabs his stuff and starts walking towards the yacht:: Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes up her breakfast, and goes to grab her pack.:: Irene Mincine: "All right..." :: She pops into her tent and emerges again wearing her silver-colored pack. :: "Shall we?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Shoulders his kit and follows along, both hands shoved into his pockets against the cold, breath pluming in the air in front of him.:: Ugh. I hate the cold. I'd rather be on some tropical beach. William Chocox: Well, we don't always get what we hope for. I'm sure we could arrange some extra holodeck time for you once we get back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> That would be fantastic. The beach without the nasty sunburn. Love it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Carrying her pack and with the group :: Cptn Swain: (( I considered a tropical beach planet, but i dice rolled on that and well -- it was also the home to large, venomous lizards and carnivorous plants. )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Maryse Dubois: ::Rejoins Irene and Indaura.:: Ready. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor. William Chocox: I'll arrange it myself once we get back. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Once the teams had headed out, Rex pulled out one of Captain's romance novels and made himself comfortable:: Irene Mincine: "Let's head out." :: Irene leads the doctors and a few eggheads on a hike back to the planetside science team's camp at the entrance to the crystal caverns. Despite the cold, she's enjoying being on the ground and doing some exploration. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Hiking back to the yacht, he checked his tricorder as they went and found the battery almost nearly drained.:: No luck with a dampening field, sir? All of our small equipment is badly drained. William Chocox: I thought the shield would have worked, but apparently not. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her devices :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Sighs, seeing Indaura. :: "We're gonna need hand cranks on our tricorders at the rate the power's going down. How are you looking, Dr. Ryssan?" Indaura Ryssan: Not too good. Perhaps I need to take pen and paper notes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Maybe if we get a look at the yacht's systems, we can loop one of the batteries into some sort of modified shielding. Hmm... it would help if we could figure out what's causing the drain in the first place. I've never heard of it being so bad. William Chocox: Same here, but if we knew what it was, we'd be receiving all sorts of attention from the Daystrom Institute. Irene Mincine: "Fun times." :: They make it to the science outpost. Irene immediately looks for the one in charge again to inform her that they're going down to the caves. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishing off her lemon bar :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking around.:: Nice setup. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::As they arrive at the yacht, he headed for the engineering compartment.:: You ever feel creeped out when in a shuttle without a few crew? It seems strange. Indaura Ryssan: Wish it was not so far down. William Chocox: I try not to think about it in such terms, but I guess you're right. Irene Mincine: "What, you don't like being under a hundred meters of rock?" :: Irene leads them to the cave and elevator, checking the power reserves before they go down. :: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Maryse Dubois: When you say it like that, it doesn't sound very ideal. Indaura Ryssan: I mean as a Denobulan I enjoy close quarters, but not exactly like this. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::drinking coffee and eating a second breakfast ration while reading the book:: Irene Mincine: "The crystal cavern is worth it, though." :: Satisfied that the elevator isn't going to strand them, she turns it on and they descend... :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  18. Aegis Mission Brief 10/16/20 21 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.173 TBS is 22 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Decks 187 and 188 are still under quarantine. The flowers seem docile. They reach out to touch personnel and often bow. In nebula 231, the Starfleet Command runabout USS Aprise sent to retrieve the USS Rodman, USS Ci Song, and USS Agincourt has also disappeared into the nebula. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::in her office, finalizing reports::: CdrBrown: ::at his station on CnC, looking up at the main viewer, showing 8 hours, 45 mins, 13 seconds since last report from runabout in nebula:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: on the main engineering level, dreaming of things near and far, in both time and space :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::as she is a psychiatrist, she sits in her office with a crewman to discuss certain things:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post in the CnC :: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere:: Annisha: :: In study hall :: Chirakis: ::sends the report via subspace to Starfleet Command, sighs, then exists the office::: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha study away, since she finished all her exams and tests:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking in on one of the long term experiments:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taking a break from plants to look at the nebula report :: Chirakis: :::she is abnormally quiet as she watches the screens around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Are the new plants contained on levels 188 and 189 Robinson? CdrBrown: ::continues his routine scans:: Tarisa: ::Steps into the lab:: Any new developments with the tests? Tae'Lynn Dran: Ransom data but nothing groundbreaking just yet. Dacia Sandero: ::works on some projects in the med lab:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Watching as well. Whispers to Alexis.:: What are we studying? Sierra Robinson: :: taps consoles :: For the moment sir. Unless they somehow are able to breach the bulkheads, and the sealed Jefferies tubes.. mimipavilion: :: exits her office and heads over to the med lab Dacia is in:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander Cayne, you have the con. I will be in science. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right, thought you said you would be in silence. Alexis McFarland: (w). I don't know. ::checks a PADD with her school schedule:: I finished my last test a few days ago, I don't have any assignments due either. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I heard there was another plant outbreak. However, rumor is this may be different. Chirakis: Silence? Since when have I ever been silent. :::slight grin:: mimipavilion: ::stands at the door of the med lab:: how are things Chirakis: :::enters the command lift::: Science. Tae'Lynn Dran: I heard about that. Samples should be coming up here soon. Dacia Sandero: :sees Mimi:: Things are good. checking some of the DNA samples. I still haven't gotten very far in finding any new information yetttt. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I have nothing as well. ::Looks to Annisha.:: Did you miss an assignment? Chirakis: ::then exits and moves toward Lieutenant Dran waiting for her to finish with another:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sweeps the front of his shop :: Tae'Lynn Dran: If we could figure out these plants homeworld I think I could make some progress on their development. mimipavilion: Hmmm... Tarisa: ::Nods, then turns to the door.:: Another visit so soon, Captain? Tae'Lynn Dran: Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: Plants... Dacia Sandero: Yes, it's unlike anything I've ever encountered before and I know next to nothing about botany. mimipavilion: That makes two of us Chirakis: Well.... a few things to consider. I don't want to disturb your work :::looks to both::: Sierra Robinson: I doubt I will be walking around the Park anytime once things get settled down. I think I have had my fill of green. Amanda Davis PhD: ::taking a very long time with this one, who is obviously struggling with life so far away from his home world::: Tarisa: These results will take a while to finish. Feel free to ask. Chirakis: Very well. May I borrow Lt Dran for an hour or so? Dacia Sandero: It'll take awhile to find anything definitive, I think. Well, I hope Commander Tarisa and the others in Science are having better results than we are. Chirakis: He seems to be knowledgeable regarding the plants. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Of course. mimipavilion: I hope so. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::somewhat worried what she just got volunteered for:: Chirakis: ::nods and turns to Dran::: Have you a few hours to take a look at our latest plants? Alexis McFarland: We're here to keep Annisha company, then ::Smiles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I believe I can do that. Tarisa: ::To Dran.:: I will be here if you need anything. Chirakis: Excellent. :::Tarisa::: We will be on deck 188. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathers her bag and slings it over a shoulder:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I pine for the ocean. Muuhi and I spent a good deal of time there. It had been so long since I hear ocean waves crashing on the sand. Tarisa: :;Nods.:: Sierra Robinson: The beach sounds so good right now! Chirakis: :::exits science and enters the lift::: Deck 188. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::follows along:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: It's nice things have quieted down after the Pakled pandemic. We could use the break. Tarisa: Miana> Ok. :;Smiles.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps some commands on the main display :: My first trip I was extremely self-conscious, a very odd sensation. mimipavilion: Agreed Chirakis: ::as the lift moves, she reveals the situation::: There are very different plants on deck 181. I believe you would be very interested. Sierra Robinson: Yeah that odd...changing from a guy to a girl thing. Alexis McFarland: Though I thought Annisha's grades were the highest in our class. Not sure why she needs to study more. Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: glad they did not make you...dress the role too much Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, tall, mostly feline...whiskers. Chirakis: ::in her uniform, not geared up, which is very unusual::: Tarisa: Miana> Yeah... ::Frowns.:: Maybe it is something special? Alexis McFarland: ::Shrugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You mean a dress? :: looks at Robinson :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Any specific features I should be observing? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking at holographic pictures of the plants :: CdrBrown: ::goes and grabs a coffee from the replicator, noting the peace and quiet the CnC has to offer this watch:: Alexis McFarland: ::takes out a bag full of snacks she bought, gives some to Miana and places some by Annisha as well:: Annisha: :: Writing and writing, grabs the snack and eats :: Chirakis: ::thinks a moment:: Simple ones. Something you would find on a planet rather than a wall. :::the lift stops and the door opens::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Quietly:: Yay. ::Eats a snack.:: Sierra Robinson: Well I hope they thought of you...:: points to her head :: instead of your physical appearance... Nijil tr'Korjata: Dresses, or formal wear? Alexis McFarland: ::quietly eats a snack as well:: Chirakis: I would like you to examine them.... carefully, of course. Chirakis: If you feel more comfortable, gear up. Tae'Lynn Dran: Of course. Sierra Robinson: You did not have to dress in formal wear on Yith did you? Nijil tr'Korjata: I wore dresses on several occasions, or what I would consider a dress. I had to meet with their science and engineers. Alexis McFarland: ::does feel nice to be off her feet for awhile, after walking around so much:: Nijil tr'Korjata: As humans would say "when in Rome" Tae'Lynn Dran: Unless it's eaten someone already, I believe my tricorder will be enough gear. Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she eats another snack.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sends a new engineering team to replace an air circulator :: Chirakis: I believe you will be astonished with these plants. Dacia Sandero: ::notes her findings in the file, before heading out to the main sickbay:: Well, that'll do for today. Tarisa: Miana> ::Fluffy white tail swishes as she is happy.:: Chirakis: (the children will gain so much weight that you might have to monitor them, Dr. Pavilion) Nijil tr'Korjata: Wish I had her nose right now. Perhaps I could sense the scents. Sierra Robinson: :: blinks :: I think of togas when I think of Rome mimipavilion: (true) Annisha: (replicated, so bland and nutritious) Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins baseline scans:: Chirakis: :::they round a corner to see vines that cling to the wall:::: CdrBrown: ::walks back towards his console, noting its been well over 9 hours since last report from the runabout:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I favored the black and green ones. Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits her office and looks for Mimi::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading his mail, the botanists on the station were having a field day :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, wide coverage. Alexis McFarland: ::sits next to Miana, peers over at Annisha's work. Her brain spins looking at it:: Chirakis: Indeed. And quite docile. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am thankful I picked up the language rather quickly, though I probably sounded with a lack of education. Annisha: :: smirks :: Not into comparative history Lexi? Sierra Robinson: Hmmm...Well maybe you can show me the Yith beaches someday when you master the means of getting back. Hmm...I wonder if extra Sunblock would be needed. :: hand on chin briefly :: Chirakis: May I give you an example? Alexis McFarland: ::giggle;: Can't say that it's my forte, no. Tae'Lynn Dran: So far normal readings. Leaf pattern quite similar to known species. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks to the Captain:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::hunts for Mimi:::: Annisha: For extra credit I have to extrapolate where I think the history is going... not that they can say I'm right or wrong. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tilts her head curiously.:: History of what? mimipavilion: ::heads back to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks around, oh yeah, where did she disappear to?:: Chirakis: :::steps a bit close to one of the flowers hand hang from the vines:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It is very class M Alexis McFarland: Ahh.. extra credit... Alexis McFarland: ::sucks on a jumja stick:: Chirakis: :::within a few seconds, one flower "looks" up and seems to stare at her:: Annisha: The Federation is very complicated, only made more complicated by the plight of my own people. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::she holds our her hand, fingers splayed open:::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scans:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps some more panels :: Lots of sun I bet...hmm Maybe a Cabana would be in order. mimipavilion: ::enters her office:: Annisha: I'm comparing Federation and Rihan history, then predicting where they are each heading. Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh. Alexis McFarland: Sounds interesting. Chirakis: :::the flower presses against her hand, then moves away and nods:::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::knocks on Mimi's door::: Tarisa: Miana> Then that would not be history anymore? It has not happened yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yith are not attracted to the ocean like I am, or was. mimipavilion: ::sees Amanda:: Enter Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's see. ::focusing the scan:: Sierra Robinson: Oh...were there other races visiting the planet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Suppose I could create a program to replicate the experience. Dacia Sandero: ::tends to some of the patients in Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They had two neighboring species, but it was just a lot of Yith. Chirakis: :::a sweet aroma fills the corridor::: Sierra Robinson: ah..:: checks scrubber power consumption levels :: They were...in peace with each other? Tae'Lynn Dran: These cellular clusters could be a form of thermal detectors. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, which makes their lack of contact more a mystery. Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters::: I have been working with a Lieutenant jg who says he is unable to stand being so far away from home. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope they contact me again; it would be a shame if they don't. Chirakis: Explain. mimipavilion: Really? Tae'Lynn Dran: Motion is achieved by changing internal pressure of certain chambers in the vines. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. Really. He's been struggling since he came aboard only a month ago. mimipavilion: Who is the Lt. jg? Amanda Davis PhD: Lieutenant Johnson. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::walking around the vines:: No standard nervous system. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat and looks up Lt. Johnson's file:: Tae'Lynn Dran: We do have some chemicals that could work as response relays. Nijil tr'Korjata: I had to do many things I would never have done as...me. CdrBrown: ::sees his console ping:: Mr. Cayne, a moment... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::focused on her tricorder:: Do we know where the roots are? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walks over to Commander Brown :: You have something? Sierra Robinson: :: stops her work :: Hopefully nothing against your beliefs. Amanda Davis PhD: I can't say that it's never happened before, but I think that it's a good idea to give him another command, maybe closer to earth. Nijil tr'Korjata: Beliefs? I had never thought of that, but no. Chirakis: Not that I am aware. They seemed to just appear. mimipavilion: Hmmm... well it's not too unexpected considering that this is his first deep space mission. ::pauses for a bit:: True. CdrBrown: I do.... picking up some audio coming from outside the system. Nijil tr'Korjata: A bit of makeup is not against my beliefs, but they were not into it in a large sense. Muuhi worried about it far more than I ever would. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Brown :: Outside? Amanda Davis PhD: He's very young. Sierra Robinson: Well I did not catch you wearing Makeup while she was in...you. :: smiles under mask :: CdrBrown: from the nebula... 231. It’s echoing. Chirakis: Perhaps the seeds that the children were given had something to do with it. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh I heard she treated me well, but... :: rolls up his sleeve :: She left me this tattoo. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scanning and walking beside the wall:: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and reads a holo-comic:: CdrBrown: ::to Cayne:: let me see if I can triangulate the signal using the listening posts, and then try to clean it up Sierra Robinson: What.....??? :: walks over to see :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Roughly, it's their logo.. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glancing as the leaves and flowers seem to be following her movements:: Sierra Robinson: Uhm...interesting. :: looks :: Like a Starfleet Insignia? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, more like their side profile and the planets of their home system. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll let command know that he's having personal issues with his first deep space mission and a change of location is recommended. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns to the Captain:: Did you say something about seeds? Chirakis: Would it be prudent to take a sample? Chirakis: I did. CdrBrown: ::looks over the data and throws it up on the main viewer:: CdrBrown: ::outloud:: the computer is trying to clean up the audio, or interpret it, but its definitely coming from inside Nebula 231.... deep inside.... Nijil tr'Korjata: That's alright though, I gave her one of a bird holding two worlds in its Talons. Muuhi pushed me into doing it. She knew Prani well. It hurt getting it. Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't think I want to induce a response quite yet so I will limit my samples to already discarded leaves. Sierra Robinson: You guys get these done on station? Chirakis: :::arms cross, she nods:::: Very well. Tae'Lynn Dran: And if we have any of these seeds that could be useful. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The nebula would distort certain kinds of transmissions. Annisha: :: Wonders if she should have pictures :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathers a sample container from her bag and begins collecting leaves from the ground:: Amanda Davis PhD: I'll go back to my office and keep him calm for a while, maybe ask where he would rather be. CdrBrown: It would. and its definitely echoing, as the identical signals become weaker with each instance as it bounces around the nebula Nijil tr'Korjata: I had it done on the planet, she must have had it done here. Alexis McFarland: ::likes pictures. makes things more pretty:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Hope we are not bonded.... Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't know if I can handle two wives... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks up at a flower that is somehow "looking" back at her:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: good idea. try to get some info Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts drawing on her tablet.:: Sierra Robinson: Uh I think one husband would be enough for me. :: heads back to her station :: Amanda Davis PhD: I will. :::exits Mimi's office:::: CdrBrown: ::Cayne:: if we connect the dots, going by strength of signal at each instance, we may be able to bounce a signal back Tae'Lynn Dran: Very odd. mimipavilion: ::starts typing up the message to Scott and Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: And contact the runabout? CdrBrown: or the fleet, or whoever is generating the noise CdrBrown: listening beacon 427P is closest, probably need about 5 minutes or so to realign to transmit a pulse. Nijil tr'Korjata: Bolians and Denobulans have multi-bondings.. :: shrugs :: Chirakis: Odd, but enticing. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We need to get a specialized relay nearby. Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Sierra Robinson: The galaxy has many interesting cultures so the academy professor began.... Nijil tr'Korjata: Oddly enough, she would be a wife I may never meet. CdrBrown: for more extensive comms yes, but 427P can at least let us know if someone is out there in the meantime. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, ::stows the samples in her bag::: Flower blooms are typically for reproductive use so enticing is part of the process. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Any information is helpful. Nijil tr'Korjata: At any rate, perhaps we could go clothes shopping. :: laughs :: Chirakis: May I suggest that you keep the bag open, in case they need air. Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well done. Chirakis: We will go on from there. Interesting things are starting to happen. Chirakis: Commander Cayne, comments for the crew? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Everyone was doing something, which is always good. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: Anything else from you, Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing else from me, though space vines holding the ships in the nebula would not surprise me. Chirakis: Interesting. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? CdrBrown: definitely do not have evil space vines on my 2020 bingo card. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge should be back next week. Hopefully Commander Kital as well. Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  19. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |16 October 2020 21 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.173 TBS is 22 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Unlike the other three types of flowers that began to grow on Aegis, Vines with a sweet aroma and beautiful flowers have begun to grow on the walls of decks 187 and 188. When personnel are approached, the flowers reach out to touch them gently, and often bow toward them. Decks 187 and 188 are still under quarantine. The Starfleet Command runabout sent to retrieve the USS Rodman, USS Ci Song, and USS Agincourt has also disappeared into nebula 231.
  20. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1091, STARDATE 52010.12 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Now McFly needs to have a talk with the top brass about what they really know. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1091, STARDATE 52010.12 = /\ = Note: The chat log is in an HTML format this week as we are testing using a different chat program. Enjoy. 201012.html
  21. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1091, STARDATE 52010.12 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. Now McFly needs to have a talk with the top brass about what they really know. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1091, STARDATE 52010.12 = /\ =
  22. SD 1011.2020 After a fun night around the campfire, the Excalibur team has awaken to a lovely, damp, cold day on what is rapidly becoming a 2 hour tour of an away mission. They now must focus on trying to find a solution to the power drain on the yacht an other electronics, as they have no way of knowing if their message for additional assistance made it out or not.
  23. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 10/9/20 = /\ = = /\ = 20 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.172 = /\ = TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Two Pakleds have survived eating the plants. A new strain of plants, vines, are growing on the walls of decks 187 and 188. The vines' aroma is sweet and does not seem to be dangerous. Those decks are quarantined for further investigation. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt remain in nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout has entered the nebula to search for them. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne is down with the vines :: Nobody think of eating these... :: scans the area :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::finishing her report in medical::: Chirakis: ::having just finished lunch, she enters the command lift::: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, thinking:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the darkness so they don't grow too fast, but it just makes it hard to see :: CdrBrown: ::exits his quarters, heading to the TL, having just showered after his workout:: Chirakis: ::the lift stops and she steps out, stops, then steps down::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Can't I just have a station with normal technical issues? :: he said to no one in particular :: CdrBrown: ::enters the TL and heads to the CnC:: Sierra Robinson: That would be my desire as well sir...:: working at a console near the 3D hologram of AEGIS :: Chirakis: :::notes that everyone seems to be working on something::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::flips over the PADD and exits her office moving toward Mimi::: CdrBrown: ::exits on to the CnC, heads for his console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Brings up a vector line only view of the levels with the vines :: mimipavilion: ::in her office contemplating things:: Chirakis: :::staring at the main console, watching outgoing and incoming:::Everything is quiet... almost too quiet::: CdrBrown: ::gets up to speed on vessel movement reports:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::knocks on Mimi's door::: mimipavilion: ::comes to when she hears the knocking:: Enter Chirakis: ::without looking at him:: Commander Brown, all seems well. CdrBrown: ::still looking through the reports:: yes ma'am, all is well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Getting a grasp of the extent of the expansion of the vines :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::filing a bunch of reports on the latest experiments:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::enters::: A long and sorrowful report, Dr Pavilion. ::sighs:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He thought of his own expansion and wondered if it was from the lattes each morning :: mimipavilion: ::takes the report:: Sierra Robinson: Sir, should we take a look at the vine infestation on deck 188 to determine if it is threatening anything? CdrBrown: ::grabs his padd with the area ops report and takes it to Chirakis:: Runabout reports entering the nebula, 5 minutes ago. Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson, I forgot to ask. Has there been any news of the lost ships? Jylliene: ::puts the runabout's trajectory on screen:: mimipavilion: ::looks it over:: Chirakis: :::receives it and looks up at the screen:: Any word other than that? Annisha: :: Wonders where her friends are :: CdrBrown: None yet. we expect some interference, listening platforms were already re-positioned to improve comms as best we can. Sierra Robinson: Uhm...:: transitions her thoughts :: I have not heard anything sir. Frankly I am not certain if I should ask about it. I thought maybe it would suggest, I want to leave the station. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thought of the Yith shuttle he few in the distant past for a moment :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up at the screen at the runabout's trajectory:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I do not believe showing concern would indicate that. I don't know anyone on those ships and it troubles me. Chirakis: ::as she flips through the log::: Difficult when it comes to a nebula. However... :::Hands it back::: Starfleet Command insists on handling it. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Chirakis: But we do have enough to handle on our own. Sierra Robinson: I kind of would like to look for her....The Chi Song, to find out what happened. Chirakis: :::steps toward Scott, then stops and looks around, sniffing the air::: CdrBrown: ::nods:: that we do. however, other than that, no change in the status on board since the earlier update Scott Coleridge: Something the matter, Captain? Nijil tr'Korjata: This station can feel like a target in this sector. The largest facility that I know of... though I have not explored it all. Jylliene: ::watching the monitor:: Sierra Robinson: Given the current situation of plants gone wild on Aegis, I do not think I would be able to contribute to the search. Chirakis: I am not sure... :::sniffs the air:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Securing areas he did not want the vines to enter :: CdrBrown: ::back at his console:: Jylliene: ::pondering the idea of a second monitor. Something that could be raised or lowered from the rear of the console:: Jylliene: ::wonders if that's how it started with Jorahl.:: Chirakis: :::Scott::: Has there been a cleaning recently, one that has the scent of a beautiful flower? Scott Coleridge: Not that I know of... ::sniffs:: I don’t… huh, maybe it smells differently. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: Scott Coleridge: I can check the environmental systems again. Chirakis: Please do. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: This is... not good at all. Amanda Davis PhD: :::finally able to speak::: I need a stiff drink, Mimi. And I mean a really stiff drink. mimipavilion: ::looks at Amanda:: I know the feeling. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checks his mask so the smell of the vines is not...intoxicating? He could not exactly place the word, but he sure was not going to be ended by some sprawling plant :: Chirakis: It reminds me of the flowers on Ginera IV, Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking over forms of gas or radiation that could alter the vine. He thought of the human word 'wine' and wish he had a glass :: Amanda Davis PhD: I don't suppose they would mind if we took a break at Drankum's. Sierra Robinson: Scrubbers are running high again sir. Thank goodness my mask prevents me from smelling that stink again. mimipavilion: ::smirks:: I think they would be displeased that the CMO and Head Counselor are drunk on duty. Chirakis: ::Scott:: Who is below decks, working on the vines? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah. This would have wreaked me when I was a Yith. :: turns to her :: I could smell fear.... lying... it was really mind-bending. mimipavilion: ::sniffs the air:: Do you smell that? Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my yes. Very potent. Amanda Davis PhD: But... alluring? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: We have two engineering teams down there, I believe. Sierra Robinson: The smell of fear...interesting. Chirakis: :::flips out her tablet to check a few things::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::requesting fresh samples as she preps the lab for another round of experiments:: Sierra Robinson: :: decides to add a graphic on wear the scrubbers are being taxed the most, this time on 188 it shows :: mimipavilion: ::pulls up the environmental controls and sees that the scrubbers are working over time then pulls up a scan of what is in the air:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Despite his protective gear, the molecules that made up the smell from the vine still entered his nose. The aroma contained hints of licorice, cinnamon? :: Chirakis: Commander, take the con. I'm going down to have a look. Scott Coleridge: Aye, sir. Jylliene: ::pleasenotmoreplants:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil now regretted getting Jy a new plant for their home :: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Apparently there is an unknown substance that is in the air. Amanda Davis PhD: Almost like someone spilled a perfume bottle? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: As his mind wandered and wondered of the scents expelled from the vines, Cayne felt something soft brush across his face :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled>:: Begins working on his Marigolds which do not smell as nice :: mimipavilion: Something like that. CdrBrown: ::goes to grab a black coffee from the replicator:: Chirakis: :::enters the lift:: Deck 188. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Ahh! :: swipes with the back of his hand :: Bugs now? Chirakis: ::to lift::: Negate that last. Deck 187. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He became alert and noticed he had drifted toward the vines....right? :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh yeah. I only experienced a few times...dozen at most. Nijil tr'Korjata: Our systems are being taxed so much... ugh. Chirakis: ::::steps off, gears up, and steps onto the deck to see the vines and flowers::: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the scrubber spike in 187-8 area :: Sir...is this a bad reading? Should I check the sensors down there? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I feel surrounded... Ugh CdrBrown: ::drinks his coffee and runs sensor scans:: Chirakis: :::comes up behind Cayne:: Commander. Amanda Davis PhD: Let's just go for a drink, shall we? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I thought I would take up gardening Captain, then gardening took up me. Amanda Davis PhD: I mean... not necessarily liquor, but something that will perk us up? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: If you wish to go down sure, but we could lower a bulkhead to seal off that section. mimipavilion: Ok ::tells one of the other doctors on duty that they are in charge for a bit:: Sierra Robinson: I suppose if they need us they would COMM us. Chirakis: ::Cayne::: What exactly is... it... doing... ::one flower sweeps along her face::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The rate of growth is somewhat slow if you are staring at it, but turn your back for a few moments and you...doing? Chirakis: Hm.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I had one brush up against me. I hope this is not how the plant propagates. Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits with Mimi::: CdrBrown: ((Cdr Cayne... Plant-person)) Sierra Robinson: Bulkhead....:: taps a button and zooms a 3 D map of the ....presumed...infested area :: Never thought of that...would this plant die without air? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: ((Bird Person taken)) Chirakis: I don't believe so.... :::she steps closer and watches this particular bloom::: Nijil tr'Korjata: You mean starve it? I suppose so... frankly you could also explore the decks to the vacuum of space and the cold. Guess freezing it is an option. Chirakis: :::the bloom nods and does not sweep::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scheduling workplace sensitivity training for the plants, focusing on personal space and touching:: Sierra Robinson: oh yes...that too...options.. Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps out of the lift::: Drankum's? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The aromas are all over the place... cinnamon here, citrus there. Sierra Robinson: ( Hope that is not the Invid Flower of Life... ) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's making sure you can always smell it. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Let's try the little bar and grill right there. Chirakis: :::watching the bloom::: There must be a reason. Has it done anything dangerous? mimipavilion: They might have something other than alcohol Jylliene: :: if she did a second monitor that way, perhaps a third could be beside it:: Amanda Davis PhD: I would hope so. How about Irish coffee? mimipavilion: Okay Chirakis: :::reaches her hand toward the flower, fingers splayed, standing still:::: Chirakis: :::all the flowers stop, and one reaches out to touch her hand, placing it precisely onto hers::: Chirakis: :: Cayne::: Interesting. CdrBrown: ::turns to Scott:: Runabout position report came in. Signal consistency is 72%, still no sight of the Agincourt and company. Chirakis: What do you suppose this means? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: thinks :: Rudimentary intelligence? Amanda Davis PhD: :::finds her favorite table and asks for an Irish coffee::: Chirakis: Possible. Scott Coleridge: ::Brown:: Thank you. I wonder what they're going to find in there. CdrBrown: ::Scott:: hopefully 3 ships with everyone ok, just in need of a tow out... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at the flower :: I'm security and not a science officer. So are there intelligent plants? mimipavilion: ::takes a seat and orders the same:: Chirakis: I do not see why there could not be. Chirakis: ::drops her hand, the flower bows slightly, and enhances the bloom:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: waves at children nearby who scurry away in a hurry :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll have to ask someone like Tarisa. Chirakis: Commander, the vines have not attacked, nor have they grown into a jungle of sorts. Chirakis: That in itself is interesting. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is it exploring? Chirakis: I agree. Have Commander Tarisa take a look. Chirakis: Possibly. Amanda Davis PhD: :::relaxing with a smooth Irish coffee in her hand::: I hope we'll be past this situation soon. mimipavilion: Me too. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very interesting. Chirakis: TBS will be noon the next day. In the meantime, we will be wondering what these plants are doing and how they work. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  24. ((Reminder: Sim begin is 9pm ET, 8pm CT, 7pm MT, and 6PM PT)) Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |9 October 2020 20 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.172 TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. We wonder why two Pakleds who ate flowers from the commerce deck are alive and well while the others died. Vines similar to the deadly plants that killed the Pakleds have begun to grow on the walls of decks 187 and 188 and are beginning to bloom. They have a sweet aroma and, although it seems strange, they might be sentient. Personnel have quarantined those decks to investigate. We still have not heard from USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt in nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout has entered the nebula to search for them.
  25. = /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1090, STARDATE 52010.05 = /\ = Manticore is sent to Pallus IV to aide an expedition team who have contracted a mysterious illness that they can't seem to shake off. The medical team has arrived on a repurposed Oberth class ship to find the entire crew sick. The crew is now starting to understand how dangerous this illness is and it appears it may not have developed naturally. = /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1090, STARDATE 52010.05 = /\ =
  26. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's away team has continued to work to find the reason behind the energy drain to batteries, which seems to have also affected the yacht's power systems. They did, however, find a cache of secret supplies stored aboard, likely, by the Captain. As evening has enveloped the planet, Commander Rex suggested an old fashioned campfire with the science team, as it looks like all of us could be here a while. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: A bit cold...or cool :: William Chocox: ::is wondering if anyone brought a guitar for campfire songs:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene wandered up to the group, too. :: "Who... found the captain's stash, again?" Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Did not, but also was thinking about that. The night was rather cool, and he'd donned a Starfleet hoodie, also from the Swain Collection.:: William Chocox: Don't know what you're talking about. Cptn Swain: Rex> I no idea what you're talking about. ::Getting out of a packet of marshmallows:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Maryse:: Do you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking her water :: William Chocox: We need an instrument. Acappella depends on really good voices. Irene Mincine: :: She shook her head. :: "Forget I asked. Valdar wanted to know, but I think she'll forgive me if I don't have an answer for her." Maryse Dubois: There was a stash? ::Shrugs as she drinks stale ration tea.::: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Hands Will a stick with a marshmallow on it:: You ever done this? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks at Irene:: See, you pick up fast Ensign. William Chocox: ::takes it:: Camped? Yeah...is this fire old enough for roasting marshmallows? I don't like them after they've been on fire. Cptn Swain: Rex> It should be Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Still a bit irritated that the drain was still happening to their equipment, he hunkered down around the primitive fire and pulled a blanket about his shoulders.:: William Chocox: ::puts the mallow down towards the coals of the fire, slowly rotating it:: How you doing Reynolds? Cptn Swain: Rex> See now folks ::passing more of the sticks with marshmallows around:: watch Chocox's technique here. William Chocox: Oh, now you're putting pressure on me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Takes a stick and looks at it like it might bite him. He wrinkled his nose at Will.:: I don't like outdoor activities, sir. They've made this place habitable with the basic comforts, but not some place I want to stay forever. Cptn Swain: Rex> Just think about baseball. Indaura Ryssan: Baseball? A human thing? Irene Mincine: "Hm? I learned how to do this on field expeditions. You engineering types need to get out more." :: She begins to perfectly roasts a marshmallow in the fire. William Chocox: Reynolds, I think this is going to be a great growing experience for you. The stick is inanimate, it's not going to hurt you. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she sips her drink.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Indaura:: It's uh well it’s something uh human men... you know never mind. Anyway. Indaura Ryssan: Men? Hmm. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs into her canteen when Rex brings that up. :: "I'm sure Valdar would love to be here roasting marshmallows, but she's a bit out of commission at the moment..." William Chocox: ((Why am I talking like William isn't in his mid 20s? :P )) Cptn Swain: Rex> I do hope you didn't break anything. How were the caves? Indaura Ryssan: :: Spins her sugar pillow around :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds it near the flames, trying to copy Irene, but in a matter of minutes his marshmallow was on fire. He waved it about frantically, which fanned the flames even more, and by the time he had the thing completely extinguished, his marshmallow was a charred gooey mess that dripped off his stick into the fire.:: William Chocox: Everything ok Mincine? Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head. :: "Broken? Noooo. Not on an away mission. Bruised, yes, broken, no." :: She then busted out laughing at Reynolds' attempt to cook the marshmallow. :: William Chocox: ::looks over at Reynolds:: The trick is to use the coals, not the flames. ::checks his marshmallow and sees it's golden brown:: Hey Commander, do we have stuff for s'mores or is it just roasted marshmallows tonight? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::shrugs:: Check the uh... box Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Scowls and stares at the end of the stick where the goop still clung to it.:: How is this supposed to be fun? Irene Mincine: "Because we're not traipsing through caves or fixing power units. We're bonding! Or something." William Chocox: ::walks over and rummages through:: It appears not unfortunately. And it's fun because it satisfies our primordial need to play with fire. ::eats his marshmallow straight off the stick:: (mm) It's a throwback to a simpler time. ::comes back to the fire and sits back down:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::eating his perfectly done marshmallow and getting another ready to roast:: And the double bonus is there aren't any bugs on this planet. Irene Mincine: "There's those really cool crystals we found though! I wish I could show you our holorecording of the sound and light show they made but preservation of power is our top priority at the moment..." Cptn Swain: Rex> What do you mean? William Chocox: I'll be keen to see it by the time we get everything going again. Irene Mincine: :: To Rex. :: "About the crystals or the power?" Cptn Swain: Rex> The crystals. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Grumbling to himself, he shoves another marshmallow onto his stick to try again, keeping it away from the flames this time.:: Yea, what kind of crystals? Indaura Ryssan: :: smiles while she eats her treat :: William Chocox: ::starts roasting another marshmallow himself:: Almost wish I was there instead of here. Irene Mincine: "Oh! The lead scientist on the planetside team, Dr. Harris, took us a few hundred feet underground to show us where they found microbe samples. It ended up being this big cave system, with a chamber containing all these hyper-resonant crystals. It was really pretty there with our flashlights, but she showed off their real power when she had me hit one with a metal tool. They made this long, reflecting, beautiful sound." William Chocox: Sounds amazing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Un-underground? ::Shivers.:: Glad I was busy. I wouldn't mind seeing the recording, but I don't like going underground... Maryse Dubois: It does seem interesting. Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING William Chocox: Claustrophobic Reynolds? Cptn Swain: Rex> Sounds cool. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Or enclosed spaces, or deep water, or fast water, or high places... ::Could go on and on and on.:: Irene Mincine: :: She smiled gently at Reynolds. :: "It was pretty far down but the caves were big and wide." :: She hrmed when he continued, though. :: "You don't like enclosed places or heights but you serve on a starship?" William Chocox: ::blinks:: Come to think of it, have I seen you in a Jeffries Tube? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Wrinkles his nose at Will.:: Not when I can help it. ::Shrugs at Irene.:: I don't have to look out of the windows, so... William Chocox: Never thought about it. There's worse phobias to have. Irene Mincine: "I don't like spiders... but you don't have those on a starship much." Cptn Swain: Rex> I knew a guy... he was security officer, afraid of spiders. ::Eating his marshmallow:: Had to crawl through a tangled mess of crap during the war that was infested by Talarian hook spiders. William Chocox: That would be weird. William Chocox: That's unfortunate. Cptn Swain: (( The former CSCI had a pet spider in the science labs. )) Irene Mincine: :: Oof. :: "Oh, that... sucks." Cptn Swain: (( Citrus, the tarantula. )) Cptn Swain: ..and... Maryse Dubois: ((haha I forgot about Citrus)) Maryse Dubois: ((She also talked to a rock.)) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  27. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 10/2/20 = /\ = = /\ = 20 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.172 = /\ = TBS is 20 hours - the time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Two Pakleds have survived eating the plant, reason unknown. Medical is investigating. Science is examining plant seeds that were given to the children. Clandestine operators work throughout the station. Flowered plants have been found on decks 187 and 188. That area has been quarantined for investigation. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical figuring out why two Pakleds are still alive:: Dacia Sandero: ::pouring over some of the Pakleds' medical readings:: Chirakis: ::in her office::: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::CnC, doing all the usual stuff & things. Though the usual includes a more close monitoring of, well, everything than it used to.:: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering awaiting the Chief to review the data patch she created for implementation :: Jylliene: ::Almost kinda wishing for Jorahl's wall o' monitors:: CdrBrown: ::CnC, drinking his coffee, checking sensors:: Chirakis: ::her door is open. she can be seen going through information regarding the Pakleds and other things, especially the latest on the plants:: Scott Coleridge: ::stops into medical:: Tarisa: ::In the lab, checking on sensor data from the lower levels.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing over the main engineering console, looking over reports :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Wandering Commerce with Alexis and Annisha. They just had breakfast.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::cleaning up her area while Dacia tends to the two Pakleds who seem to be getting better::: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Cmdr. Korjata :: Good Morning sir. Dacia Sandero: ::checking their bio signs:: Alexis McFarland: ::wandering around the shops:: CdrBrown: ::everything looks normal on sensors:: mimipavilion: ::her brain is wracked and has a feeling that the list of classified names is the key, but she hopes she is wrong:: Tarisa: Miana> So many pretty things. Alexis McFarland: Mmn, yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oa mai le ataeao Scott Coleridge: ::approaches Mimi:: Dr. Pavilion? Chirakis: :::wearily exist her office to make a few more tracks in the carpeting as she thinks things over::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, ie, Good morning. mimipavilion: ::looks up:: Oh, Commander Coleridge, please come in. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over the sector sensor readings :: Tarisa: ::Begins cross-referencing and updating the data.:: CdrBrown: ::looks over and sees Kirel exit her office:: Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles behind her mask :: I have that plant molecular compound data file ready for your review. It is on my workstation. Jylliene: ::glances up and nods to Chirakis:: mimipavilion: What can I do for you, sir? Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: I came because I heard you have two Pakleds who survived eating the plant. Alexis McFarland: Many shiny things Annisha: Shiny mimipavilion: Yes, we do have two Pakleds still alive. Alexis McFarland: Shiny Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to stop speaking Yithian. Chirakis: :::nod to Jylliene and looks around::: Do they still make the heaviest coffee in the universe? Tarisa: Miana> ::Loves the shiny things.:: Jylliene: Think so. Jylliene: ::grins:: CdrBrown: ::walks over, hands Chirakis a PADD:: Hourly report, OPS Normal..... Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. ::flipping through:: Normal seems strange after what we have been through. ::nods and hands it back:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His console chimes for an incoming message and Cayne reads :: Sierra Robinson: I keep telling myself my Sierran is overdone. Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Any ideas yet on how they survived? Chirakis: :::pouring herself the stiffest coffee she can find and downs most of it:::: Tarisa: ::Finishes:: +Engineering+ Science to Engineering. Alexis McFarland: ::continues to walk along, curious about everything in the vendor's stalls:: CdrBrown: ::whispers to Chirakis:: you look like you've burned out the candle at both ends.... when's the last break you took? Tarisa: Miana> ::Hums as she walks.:: Chirakis: ::slight turn::: Break? Ah, yes… the Terran word for resting. I have no idea, Commander. Amanda Davis PhD: :::in her office working on transcripts of the latest medical problem she has faced::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Noip :: A message just came from the alpha security team. They are reporting an unknown plant on decks 187 and 188. Sierra Robinson: Sir, comm from science. mimipavilion: Nothing obvious. I did run a scan of the samples of those known geneticists to see if there was one. My results end up with nothing or classified. Chirakis: :::turns to Cayne::: Say again, Commander. Sierra Robinson: + Science + Engineering here go ahead. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A vine-like and long-winding plant that is quite spread out. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Images on the main viewer now. :: throws images of the vine structure to the main viewer in the CnC :: CdrBrown: ::mutters:: here we go again.... ::heads over to his station:: Chirakis: A vine-like long-winding plant? One similar to…. Scott Coleridge: Hmm. I know it could just be a random mutation. But I wonder if it’s related to anything else the Pakleds did or ate. Are they conscious? Tarisa: +Engineering+ I have a new update for the plant sensor data. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Science+ Engineering here. Chirakis: ::whispers:: Kahless! mimipavilion: Yes they are awake and... hungry as usual. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting a mirror report. Reads and sighs :: Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Cutting it requires a setting above stun.... that's not normal. Tarisa: +Engineering+ I am uploading it to you now. ::Sends files.:: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: How could it possibly be that strong? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Commander Kital. Are you able to cut lighting to decks 187 and 188? Jylliene: Yes sir. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles as she window shops, taking in the variety of stuff for sale:: Chirakis: ::turns to Jyl::: Remember that personnel live below decks, in that area. Jylliene: Are you asking if I can, or are you asking me to? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Chirakis :: I'm a security officer, not a botanist... but... could be some kind of carbon nanotube structure. Sierra Robinson: Ooh...updates! :: sips coffee :: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Kital :: Both. Scott Coleridge: ::ponders:: I'll have security interview them and then cross-reference. Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh... ::Eyes a shiny that was in a window.:: Sierra Robinson: :: happy to get more data for the sensors :: Jylliene: Very well. ::cuts lighting on decks 187 and 188:: CdrBrown: ::Cayne:: like its evolved, or like its a new species of plant? Sierra Robinson: :: hears Cayne's request :: Jylliene: (I'd assume there's some emergency pathway lighting kinda like in airplanes.) Alexis McFarland: Ooh, what's that? ::looks at the shiny thing:: mimipavilion: ::nods, then pulls up her list of geneticists, downloading it to a PADD and hands it to Scott:: Here's the list of those who specialize in botany and biological DNA splicing that showed up as classified on my search. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Could be another plant. Scott Coleridge: Interesting that they’re classified even for you… your clearance is ordinarily high enough. I’ll take a look and run them by the captain, see if we can get access to any more information. ::takes the PADD:: CdrBrown: ::begins to rethink getting a cactus for the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: To Robinson :: Another plant... Things were simpler with Muuhi. mimipavilion: I know that's what confused me as well, even for just basic info, but hey, it's Starfleet Intel. They may have their reasons. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks at the display of boxes and barrels full of assorted shiny rocks.:: I do not know but they sell them by the bag full. ::Notes the sign by the display.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They report a sweet smelling aroma in the vicinity of the vines. Sierra Robinson: Another? :: frowns behind mask :: Should I hold off on any sensor configurations sir? CdrBrown: ::Cayne:: so likely a high sugar content in any flowering stems Chirakis: :::nods::: Like the plants are morphing into another type, hopefully not as dangerous. Alexis McFarland: That's a lot of shiny stuff. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I hope that's all it is. I once accidentally ate a plant leaf on an op and it was... Chirakis: :::Cayne::: thinking aloud::: There are children living on deck 188. Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Thank you, Doctor. I'll keep you updated. Chirakis: ::Hand-toss::: And their parents, of course. mimipavilion: Thanks. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Annisha: Why so much stuff? Scott Coleridge: ::turns to leave:: CdrBrown: ::Chirakis:: sounding an alarm could tip off whoever established the vines.... cause undue panic.... and anyone coming off the deck could be contaminated and further spread to other sections Tarisa: Miana> I do not know...but I want some... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We need to move them, but we need to know more about these plants. Chirakis: :::muse::: .... and the plants have a sweet smell... Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sweeps the front of his store singing a Pakled Nursery Rhyme :: Chirakis: ::nods to Brown:: There are security personnel taking care of that, Commander. Alexis McFarland: Let's get some, then. ::buys three bags of the shiny things for herself, Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears flick as she hears someone singing in the distance.:: CdrBrown: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Security Team Alpha + Use a tricorder to take a time-lapse of the tip of the plant. How fast is it growing? Alexis McFarland: ::hands a bag over to Miana and Annisha:: Hear something? Nijil tr'Korjata: I think you could configure the sensors. The plants could be related. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles as she gets her bag, then nods.:: Someone is singing. Annisha: Uhh.. what should I be hearing? Sierra Robinson: I'll get on it. :: walks over to workstation and uploads science files to the sensor array database :: Scott Coleridge: ::heads for the CnC:: Sierra Robinson: :: watches the bar slowly move from left to right on her workstation :: Alexis McFarland: Singing? ::follows Miana:: Chirakis: ::thinking of different kinds of the same plant....or similar plant... some dangerous and some not so dangerous:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do you think this is the same plant genus? Tarisa: Miana> Yeah. It is sort of weird, but nice. ::walks with them until they come around a corner. Then she stops and points.:: From that store. Chirakis: :::straightens up::: Could they possibly be sentient beings? Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the store:: The plant store? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: hums and straightens his Pakled Pop Up Store :: Tarisa: ::Closes the console after the upload. She then does her rounds in the lab.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have not encountered sentient plants. CdrBrown: ::raises an eyebrow:: Sentient? Alexis McFarland: ::walks closer to the store:: Scott Coleridge: ::hears "sentient plants" and wonders what he has walked into:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's deck 187 and 188. Tarisa: Miana> I have never been in there. Chirakis: +Tarisa+ Commander, is it possible that these varied plants are sentient? Alexis McFarland: Me too. Chirakis: +com+ Or have an inkling of sentience? CdrBrown: ::looks at Scott walking on to CnC:: Chirakis: :::nods to Scott, waiting for the reply::: mimipavilion: ::rubs her temples from the slight headache she's getting:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::goes for more coffee::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::desperately needing a scone::: Tarisa: ::Stops what she was doing to think on that.:: +Chirakis+ It is always entirely possible, but we have yet to see communication. Only rampant growth. CdrBrown: (if a sadistic dentist shows up, I'm going to the bar....) Sierra Robinson: Ah Upload complete. I hope it helps . Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Perhaps very sophisticated. Perhaps the more they grow the more they can sense from their environment. Chirakis: +com+ Thank you, Commander. Chirakis: ::nod to Cayne::: Possibly. Tarisa: Miana> ::Enters the store with Alexis and Annisha.:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Nijil :: All done sir...of course there may be more updates from science. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Thank you, Commander. We should receive more information... hopefully soon. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: dusts his cases of Self Sealing Stem Bolts and more :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am weary of cleaning things up. Alexis McFarland: ::looks around:: ooh, smells nice. CdrBrown: ::heads back to his console, runs another sensor sweep:: Sierra Robinson: I think all the environmental systems share your sentiment sir. :: sips coffee :: Chirakis: ::D’Ka>:: {{ Relax Kh’éile. There is more to this than meets the eye.}} Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Chirakis: :::blinks, almost dousing herself with hot coffee::: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You know, lag from being with the Yith, then here. Chirakis: ::to d’Ka:: {{What exactly do you mean?}} Sierra Robinson: Give yourself time sir....What you experienced cannot be whisked away overnight. Nijil tr'Korjata: No, it is not. Chirakis: ::D'Ka>:: {{Something more normal for plants}} CdrBrown: ::to Noip:: long and short range sensors clear except for expected merchant traffic and fleet vessels. Ops Normal, approaching 1000 local time. Sierra Robinson: hopefully we will have the time...and not be consumed by plants. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Growth rate being computed... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Well, now... we've moved into the realm of stranger than strange. Chirakis: TBS will be 4 hours. Chirakis: It will give us something to think about. Chirakis: Anything from you, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments for the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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  29. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |2 October 2020 20 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.172 TBS is 20 hours - the time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Of all the Pakleds who ate the plant and died, two have survived. Medical is investigating the interaction between the Pakleds’ DNA and the plants. Security has received additional resources to keep the Pakleds quarantined. Science is examining seeds that were given to the children by a Pakled. Starfleet Command has sent several clandestine* operators to Aegis. They blend with everyone on the station and report incidents to Captain Chirakis and Commander Coleridge. Undercover security agents who live Below Decks have found plants in decks 188 and 187. Security has quarantined the area and will begin to search for the source.
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