LeftEar JoNs

Check out Captain Corizon's log here - http://www.stsf.net/forums/index.php?showtopic=15922 - it's entitled "A Change of Pace", and this log http://www.stsf.net/forums/index.php?showtopic=16005 entitled "A New Day On the Horizon". Both logs outline what the Excal crew is currently doing, which is a three day First Contact mission with a group of people known as the Satarimi. The Satarimi are for lack of a better term a "night elf" type of race - blue skin and white hair, and are quite advanced technology wise. Day One was covered during the 05.18.08 sim: - A landing party beamed down to the Satarimi homeworld, and went on a general tour of the main city. The cities on their world are air based, and a good majority of the planet is ocean covered. Kitty #1, Vampire, Vampires Toy, Kitty #2, and Doctor Wydown went down to the surface (or should I say the air city?) - The second team from Excal was responsible for taking a group of Satarimi on a tour of the ship. Commander Larrell, aka Onion, greeted them and was in charge of the guests and tour. - Both teams found out that the Satarimi have both telekinetic and telekinesis powers, which allows them to bend light to their will as well as manipulate water. - The Satarimi also have information on the Blood Cult of Iyves. The closing ceremonies of Day One were covered during the 05.25.08 sim: - The Excalibur officers (bridge, assistants, and department chiefs) attended a Satarimi dinner held in their honor. The food was, ah, interesting (insectoid anyone?) and bubbled rather strangely. Dessert was very welcome, as it involved "normal" cheescake. In addition, Satarimi sword masters showcased their skills, as did a group of mind experts who mentally manipulated light and offered a visual treat with the mentally-controlled light. General Information: - Day Two will involve more tours and information and cultural exchanges, with the day ending in a event such as dinner with entertainment. Day Three will be a free day for the crew, as the crew has been cleared to enjoy shoreleave on the ocean world by the Satarimi government - Per the logs, while the Satarimi do not know the whereabouts of the Founders or the communicator device that is supposedly able to contact them, they do know of the Blood Cult of Iyves. This cult is responsible for the death of the Excal pilots, and they harvest blood, any blood, for a variety of genetic experiments. We can assume this cult has been active within the quadrant for many generations.

MISSION BRIEF: We're having a going away party for the XO at the "Holy Grail" on Camelot. ExcalChat09_09_06.txt

Excalibur Crew And Players: From my Commander Left Ear JoNs to your characters, may the Excalibur crew continue to adventure together out into the black of space. Lefty has very much enjoyed serving as your XO for these past two years: May the warp engines carry you far May the solar winds be always at your back May the guiding nova shine bright in the distance The stardust fall softly in the wake of your adventures And until we meet again, may you enjoy Godspeed and Good Luck! And from myself to my fellow Players, it was and has been a joy and privilege to work with and play with you for these last few years: May the chat always load quickly May you never hit the backspace and boot thyself out of the chat May no one ever use that wretched pink font color for it hurts us The bytes and coding give play to your adventures And until we meet again, I wish you Godspeed and Good luck! I don't believe in goodbyes. This is not a goodbye, it's an: I will see you later! - Kansas >^..^<

09.06.09 USS Excalibur NCC-2004C “Our Baby” Two hours. She had about two hours to meet a Lieutenant Commander who was to be her lead senior officer for a new star fighter squad that she had been assigned to as the commanding officer, get the preliminary prep work started for her new assignment, and make her own farewell party at the bar and night club known as the Holy Grail located on the main entertainment promenade of the Camelot station. Commander MVess ‘Left Ear’ JoNs was a Caitian. Not Speedy Gonzalez. Eppa Andole. Eppa. Senor. But, anyway, one crisis at a time, as usual, and if you tried to get everything to fall all nice and neat into neat problems and solutions, you’d just end up driving yourself bonkers. And so, the brown furred new fighter squad Commanding Officer and soon to be former Executive Officer of the starship Excalibur was double timing it down to the station hanger bay in order to take care of some business of the red tape/new transfer variety. The big cheese Admiral of the Camelot station had informed her that she’d be spearheading a special star fighter task force whose main purview of concern would be the protection of the station, and any sensitive missions as a result thereof. And, while she got to paw pick a few of her own officers and fighter jocks that would make up the members of the task force, her new Executive Officer was not to be her choice, and like her, had already been assigned to the expeditionary force. This senior officer was who she was heading down to the hanger deck area for an unofficial ‘meet and greet’ right now. This was all moving way too fast…but then again, that was how the ‘Fleet operated, and there was that little matter of a tri-civil war between an ancient sentient scorpion species and their former slave workers and their former hunter slaves to contend with. It was wise for the Camelot station administration officers to plan for any sort of contingency if it were to be needed, and this new recon squad fell under that tactical umbrella. Soon, the panther-like Cait had arrived at her destination, and she felt her blood pressure drop dramatically as her agitation went down a few degrees, because the smells and sights and sounds of the hanger bay command area were a welcome distraction: the old coolant fluid smell on the air. The sound of a drill being used to insert new screws and bolts. The back and forth yelling of the aviation technicians as they ran a star fighter through its diagnostic paces. Left Ear may have been leaving one home that she had come to know very well, but she was going to settle down again in a home (or rather a profession) that was even more familiar to her, and was returning to her training roots: piloting. Her deep green and alert eyes searched the hanger deck for the contact officer that she had been briefed about. Although, it turned out that he the one who found her actually… “Commander JoNs!” A tall and well muscled male human, dark skinned, with a high and tight crew cut that almost matched the severe haircut of her own mane, came jogging up to the feline. Like the felinoid, the Human officer wore the gray shouldered, red mandarin collared undershirt, and black uniform tunic and jacket of the command branch. “The Admiral commed over the station wireless and informed me that you’d be coming down to meet me and get a look at the fighters.” The man offered a strong though welcoming hand with his greeting gesture, “Lieutenant Commander Utu Boondii, I’m pleased to meet you Commander JoNs. I’m looking forward to flying with you.” She clasped the hand firmly in a paw and offered a slight smile. “Nice to meet you as well. And, let’s get this out of the way now -- when your booted feet and my paws hit this hanger bay decking Lieutenant Commander? It’s Left Ear. I work for a living.” He grinned, showcasing brilliant white teeth that contrasted sharply with his deep ebony skin. “That sounds like a plan Commander, and I’m sure eventually I would have figured your call sign out all by myself with that gnarled ear of yours. My sign is Boone, and most everyone pretty much calls me by that in general.” Boone had an easy way about him, and had the typical easy going personality that you wanted in a squad XO so that he could offset her spit and polish personality; Lefty could tell right away that he and her were going to make beautiful music together, so to speak. “You been on station long Boone?” “Two years Left Ear, with the Boudicca Squad.” An ear flipped back. “So…you have a pretty good idea of what jocks we can grab from the rank and file if needed?” A smile -- almost a good natured sneer, really -- lit across the Earth African’s high cheek boned features two seconds before he handed her the second data Padd that he had clipped to his utility belt. “I know you’re also going to pull in some people of your own…but, I took the liberty of drawing up a small roster of likely candidates that we can supplement from the Camelot ranks.” Crisp efficiency. She loved it. “Mister Boondii, I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” By this point, Feline and Human officer had walked over towards and now stood in front of a dark charcoal gray star fighter that sported brilliant orange ‘pinstriping’ along the side hull and top wing sections. The lieutenant commander wasted no time with launching into a description of the fighter craft, and it was obvious he had done his homework on the specifications and such. “Allow me to introduce our baby, the Lancelot Morrigan Class star fighter. Upgraded, and perfect for station based defense, offense and patrol. A bit more juice in the intake and uptake vents, and the engines are more streamlined for dog fighting or sensitive recon missions and the like…” JoNs’s feline eyes had lit up like a Human kid’s would have at Christmas-time on Earth. “Commander Boone, as a younger cousin of mine would say…that bird is b*tchin’.” Boondii’s good natured and deep set laughter roared across the hanger bay. “I couldn’t have said it better myself Ma’am,” he chuckled again, made a notation on his personal data Padd with a stylus pen, and then spoke to her again without taking his attention off the flat data recording device. “Okay Left Ear, so we’ll get you set up for a test run within the next week Commander JoNs, so you can take one of these bad boys out. Sound like a plan Commander?...Commander? The lieutenant commander turned his full attention and gaze back onto his soon to be official squad leader and commanding officer and saw that…Left Ear JoNs was hugging the right wing of the star fighter and purring rather contentedly. Boone Boondii had always appreciated a woman, of any species, who in turn had an appreciation for the finer mechanical things in the life of a flight jock. “Miss JoNs, I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship…”

MISSION BRIEF: the USS Union is one half hour out from the Camelot station; it is business and shifts as usual as we limp home from our latest encounter with the bad guys. The Scorp salvage ship and secret weapon has been lost, but we retain the data recorded as well as our collective hides. Score. ExcalChatLog09_08_23.txt

08.23.09 Excalibur Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 6 of 7 Layover Days - The crew has returned to the Camelot station; we’ve started the process of transferring personnel and supplies from the USS Union back to the USS Excalibur. - Captain Corizon briefs Lieutenant Victria on the situation that envelopes her people: the Al Ucard and Eratian rebels are encountering stiff opposition from their former masters the Scorpiads. The Al Ucard forces have managed to knock out a focal system for the star killer weapons system(s) that the big bugs seem to employ. The Federation still makes no acknowledgement of the breakaway rebels and their government, and civilian humanitarian group puts pressure for a medical convoy to be sent to the Al Ucard home world. - The Bridge crew, Ens. Fae, Lt. Khal and later Cmdr. Teykier (after she was done tryng to chase down streakin’ nekkid spotted arse Trill. See saga below, yes, simming is wonderful but the mental images are forever) handles the docking procedures for the old Excelsior class ship to dock at Camelot. - It was business as usual in the sickbay as the medical staff (Wydown, Dubois, Counselor Demitri) went about their duties, at least until Commander Admiran woke up…and he is not doing well or recovering very well after his exposure to the Scorpiad derelict ship. The Trill CENG ran screaming from Medical, losing his hospital gown in the process. He ends (Ha! Pun Intended) up in main engineering where Engineers Marius and Asyle manage to gently corral him. - Commander Lefty receives unwelcome transfer orders, the Cat’s walkin’.

MISSION BRIEF: The USS Union has been transfered to the Bajoran Armed Services, along with it's crew. The Union has hooked up with a group of bajoran ships including three tugs and experimental cloaking field-generator ship that was loaned tot he Bajorans. Twelve hours have passed since our last meeting. Commander Admiran is in medical where he is stable but far from out of the woods after a run in with tendrils of the Scorpiad ships' doing. For anyone who missed it, we're wearing Bajoran uniforms for this episode and the forseeable future. As we pick up, the tugs are about ready to grab the Scorpiad ship and the lot of us head towards the wormhole. ExcalChat09_08_16.txt

08.16.09 USS Excalibur/USS Union Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 6 Days, with an arrival back at the Camelot Station - The USS Union, the Bajoran militia ships and the Bajoran tugs, all escort the Scorpiad derelict ship. - CENG Commander Tandaris Admiran remains unconscious and critical from his encounter with the Scorp salvage ship. - Resistance is encountered by the escort party: a Scorpiad warship appears from the spooky mists so to speak. - A ship to ship firefight ensues. One Bajoran escort ship is taken out, the Union takes damage, as does the Scorpiad interception ships. The losses are noted and the Union continues her run for Camelot. **Out of Character: as mentioned in chat, Engineer Lt. Commander Marius Tr’Lorin returns from his Leave of Absence. Now all we need to do is get him to stand in front of an exploding console so we can have Crispy Rihan again. Exec Officer Commander Left Ear JoNs (and her Player) will also be leaving the Excalibur within the next month. It’s been fun guys! Keep on bouncing along with the Excal!

08.09.09 Excalibur Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 12 Hours - The USS Union crew continues the process of salvaging the derelict Scorpiad ship. - Things were going relatively well, and then the mission went straight out the porthole. - The Nanites had some power flow going on within the systems; there was some sort of surge, CENG Tandaris Admiran collapsed, and the ship went into hibernate mode. - And, let's not forget this plot twist: apparently, the USS Excalibur/Union crew is now under the direct enlistment purview of the Bajoran Military. Dude, where's my earring? And does this Bajor Militia uniform make me look fat? Mm?

MISSION BRIEF: Sec, Engineering, Sci and Medical personnel have been dispatched over to the Scorp ship. The Fighter Wing continues to Patrol the sector. Medical and Enginering are planning to introduce Nanites into the Scorps systems. All other personnel who remain on the ship and functioning as bridge crew, remain at alert. ExcalChat09_08_02.txt

08.02.09 Excalibur Mission Update: Time Between Sim: 15 Minutes - Sec, Medical, Engineering teams continue to work within and patrol the organic Scorpiad ship. The Bridge Team continues to monitor the remote officers and their progress with the alien ship systems. The Fighter Wing maintains a constant patrol pattern within the sector. All other department personnel remain on alert and standby readiness. - The so called doomsday weapon remains sleeping on the lower decks, not yet fully woken up by the ministrations of the away teams. - Engineering and Medical released the Nanite "mechanics" into the systems of the Scorpiad salvage ship. - Some minor power and secondary systems were "woken up" on the organic ship as a result of the Nanite intrusion. - Then, some (not all) of the low level access programs and systems appeared to be rejecting the Nanite protocols.

MISSION BRIEF: The repair efforts continue with our prize. Victria don't like it, no not one little tiny bit. Can't think why. chatlog2009_07_26.txt

07.26.09 USS Excalibur/USS Union Mission Update: TBS: One Half Hour - Chief Engineer Admiran has launched a new plan of attack to access the systems of the Scorpiad ship: Nanites. He and his Engineers plan to employ the little digital things to invade the Scorp access systems and try and get some power going. - Chief Medical Officer Wydown was called to head over to the ship and help Admiran spearhead the Nanite factor plan. - Security teams patrol the vessel. CSEC Garrison, XO JoNs, and ASCI Laural are one section of the away teams who are stationed on the bridge attempting to access the consoles there. ASEC Victria patrols the ship.

Captain, quit poking me. Sir ... stop. Now. Captain Corizon, dammit.... quit the dang poking. ::insert scene of unimaginable violence here::

Heads up folks: links are to be checked out at your own risk, especially with the you tubing. ;-) ... Corizon Sir, quit poking me. ::scene of unimaginable violence::

MISSION BRIEF: The Away Team is still investigating the Scorpiad ship; they "hotwired" it last week, and several core systems snapped on. The thing did not turn and fire on Excal/USS Union crew. w00t. On board the USS Union, the Bridge crew officers as well as most departments are monitoring the incoming data as well as our Away Team. Medical and SEC, in particular, remain on standby in case of any surprises. Tonight, we continue where last weeks sim left off: Away Team is still away, and the rest of us are on monitoring standby. chatlog2009_07_19.txt

07.19.09 Excalibur Mission Updates: TBS: One Hour - The Away Team (Representatives from Engineering, Sciences, Secuirty) continues investigating the abandoned and adrift Scorpiad ship. - A powerful, military grade weapon has been discovered in a previously hidden cocoon type of area on the Scorpiad ship; examinations and results are pending. - A transporter technician found a method to transport/beam through the dermal layer of the Scorp ship using some detected weaknesses in the organic hull skin of the ship. Ops/Sciences continues to work out this issue. - The Medical Department remains on standby in case of injuries. Our new Counselor becomes acquainted with the Medical Coven. - The Fighter Wing is on constant patrol within the sector. - The XO as well as backup Security Teams were given the go ahead to head over and patrol the Scorpiad ship.

Note: This one shot log is inspired by the “Mister Adventure” scene from Star Trek 3: The Search for Spock, quite possibly the best example of an excitable and hard charging junior officer excerpt ever filmed throughout the Trek franchise. “Good Boy. Now get in the closet…” 07.14.09 USS Excalibur/USS Union “Mister Adventure” Commander MVess ‘Left Ear’ JoNs had stayed on the bridge of the USS Union for most of the first shift, checking in with the various lead officers or departmental representatives that were on joint duty to monitor the Union away team that had been dispatched over to the abandoned Scorpiad vessel. There was also the matter of the flight wing out on patrol, and as a former stick jock, Left Ear enjoyed listening in on the pilot to pilot wireless through the ear bud that she had procured from the communications officer on duty. So far, things were going well as plans were set in motion to figure out the reasoning as to why the Scorpiad ship had been left adrift. From what JoNs had been able to gather from the various incoming reports and updates coming across the ship to ship wireless from the remote exploration team, the away team had managed to access a few of the core operating systems of the Scorp boat. Therefore the salvage mission was going according to plan, relatively speaking, and perhaps the temporary crew of the USS Union would find some answers as to why such a valuable piece of military equipment had been set adrift in the first place. JoNs made note of the fact that a junior commissioned officer had arrived on the bridge, and was now proceeding to make his way over towards one of the manned auxiliary operations console. His intense gaze glanced frantically about the bridge as he tried to take the whole scenario all in one shot. He was a lighter skinned Human, blondish hair, average height and just this side of lanky, but held an athletic build on him. He wore the typical black Fleet uniform with the dark charcoal gray fabric across upper chest and shoulders area, and sported the golden mock turtleneck under tunic that showed he was with the operations department. First official trip to a command bridge module, definitely, Left Ear thought to herself with a mild amused smirk playing about her muzzle as she observed the young man’s excitable body language. The brown furred panther Cait merely nodded when the light haired officer made eye contact with her. He had obviously been sent here as a ‘delivery boy’ by a shift lead, probably to familiarize himself with the ship in the process; the junior on shift courier exchanged report PADDs with the seasoned enlisted officer working at one of the secondary bridge console OPS posts. Sending a PADD courier (usually a newbie junior officer or a Yeoman assistant) from the below decks departments up to a particular bridge station, was still employed at times during the shifts when there were multiple data streams or monitoring programs being performed across the departments and the updates were flying back and forth at warp speed. As was the current case with the remote away team dispatched from the Union. The brown furred ships Exec was only paying half attention to the exchange, but as she was standing nearby the auxiliary operations console where said information exchange had just taken place, the newly arrived officer chose to engage the ships Exec in conversation. “Excuse me, Commander JoNs, Sir, but when will I be on the away team duty roster?” A feline ear flipped back, and she regarded the younger officer with a mild curiosity. “Anxious Ensign? And it’s either Commander or Sir. I answer to either, but not both.” “Yes sir! I’d like to check out that ship that the Union was sent to investigate; the rumors are all over the lower decks. But I was a little disappointed about being this assignment being assigned to the Union, and really wanted to get a look at your regular ship, the Excalibur.” Oh dear. The gods save her from the hard chargers. “You’ll be on the rotation soon enough per any clearance from your department chief, and the Excalibur will no doubt be waiting for us when we re-dock back at the station after we complete the current mission. And, keep in mind that not everyone is tapped for planetary or away team duty all the time; the final decision always falls to your department head or chief.” “I mean, that’s fine for you Commander, just hanging out on the bridge. You’re a command officer, you’ve done your time and you’re older and your career is winding down, and you need to put in the administrative down time.” Must. Not. Cuff. The Youngling. Left Ear disguised the knee jerk desire to cuff the Man-Kitten by redirecting her paw (which had shot up) to nonchalantly comb through her high and tight cut mane as if to smooth the very short fur down. Humans did not react well to being swatted by a feline, and there was the danger of blacking out and such when they were cuffed hard enough by a larger version of the felinoid species such as JoNs.* Even Jumper Honor-Scar had never been this green. Her distant cousin was always an insubordinate handful sure, but she had never had the warp factor hard charger predilection. JoNs’s tail had started to swish, and a female officer manning another one of the bridge consoles was forced to gently bat the appendage out of the way. JoNs did a quick mental recall on the Humans profile, since he was starting to annoy her: Harriman, Micah. Fleet Operations, and that had been his concentration major as well. Currently held a junior ensign rank, and was finishing out his final training cruise on board the Union, and had come on board with the other replacement and transfer officers and crew during the layover at the Camelot station. His grades were all top notch, but that couldn’t account for common sense apparently. He was early twenties, definitely hadn’t hit twenty five yet. “So … my thirty four years old is downright elderly according to you Ensign? And our current salvage operation is not appealing to your sense of adventure?” Left Ear kept her tone and expression neutral with some effort. “Well, uh, not really Sir, but that’s just the way things are. You’re the XO and Corizon is the CO, and any ships command staff is expected to stay out of the way and be protected. Officers such as myself however are in their prime and should be part of the front line action.” “That’s Captain Corizon to you, and yes, you are a prime target all right Ensign … Harriman, correct? Not all of our missions here on the Union or on the Excalibur call for guns blazing, onward to glory and fame. There’s also something to be said for a minor mission to map gaseous anomalies.” The Union bridge, while spacious for the decade in which the Excelsior class ship had been commissioned, was small when compared to the modern USS Excalibur command bridge that the senior bridge crew had gotten accustomed to. Up until this point, it had been easy to keep the conversation between the senior command officer and junior ensign relatively contained and away from prying ears on duty about the smaller bridge confines … but Left Ear heard her own vocalizations becoming more direct as her level of ‘command tone’ began to spike. It was time to remove the situation from the bridge, so to speak. The Excal Ex Oh was mainly concerned about Lieutenant ‘Radar Ears’ Khal and another new operations ensign, Waters, a female Human who had sonar and acoustical type talents way above the average Terran according to her biographical profile, picking up on the tone of the conversation if the two hadn’t already. Harriman frowned then at what the Ex Oh had just said, but his first reaction was to be honest. “Mapping sectors is for Science and Research vessels Commander, or a cadet trainee crew on their first assignment, or maybe even those flea bitten border patrol crews. A line ship and crew such as us is beneath that sort of grunt work.” Perhaps a little too honest. A big brown paw darted out to clamp around the young man’s bicep. “Oh, so we’re royalty now, are we? Walk with me Ensign.” JoNs gently but firmly marched the kid over to the turbo lift; the outer sensors of the elevator conveyance obediently whooshed the doorway open for entry as the approaching movement was detected. She paused just inside the ‘Lift entry, and maintained her grip on the slightly taller officer’s arm while turning him to face her. Her bright green eyes flashed, she spoke in a low tone, and only just managed to keep a hiss out of her vocalizations. “You listen to me Mister Adventure: you’ve got the goods, otherwise you’d never have passed the Academy curriculum let alone the ‘Maru test. But let me tell you something -- there’s a big difference between doing your job as a Starfleet officer and actively looking for trouble. We are not out here to get a fancy medal pinned on our uniform, we go where our orders take us and do whatever is required no matter how boring the mission, and the command bridge is not a social club...” “Uh …” “I’m not done yet Ensign. Remember that, do your job, don’t get yourself killed with delusions of grandeur, and maybe I won’t have to kick your rear clear into the next galaxy.” Stunned silence; Harriman looked like a Tibarthian deer caught in the shuttle lights. “Speak now. Words. A yes sir is always acceptable and encouraged.” “Yes sir!” “Good boy. Dismissed and carry on with your duties. Try not to hard charge yourself into a bulkhead.” * Trivia Note: TOS Novel Uhuru’s Song, by Janet Kagan (1984). A non-Caitian feline race is prominently featured in this book, and Captain Kirk gets cuffed by a clan matriarch, which is hysterical.

MISSION BRIEF: The Union crews are starting to try and find out what's up with our new Scorpiad ship, while everyone else hopes it doesn't decide to attack us. ExcalChatLog09_07_12.txt

07.12.09 Excalibur Mission Update: TBS: Short (5-10 minutes) - The Away Team (Admiran, Teykier, Victria, Asyle, Redshirt Griffin) managed to access the correct sub routine system on board the organic Scorpiad ship that "woke up" the ships systems as a whole. - The Bridge Officers (JoNs, Khal, Fae, Garrison, Matsumura) monitored the incoming data from the team as well as the ship itself. - The Flight Wing under Lt. Commander Ramson was deployed to maintain a patrol pattern. - The CMO had a one on one talk with a new Medico who seems a bit off putting. Captain Corizon made a visit to Medical to check in on the officers before coming to the bridge and checking on the progress of the away team.

Note: attachment function hates me today. Full chat posted. = = = = MISSION BRIEF: The Union has pulled along side the adrift Scorpiad warship, which hasn't shot us yet. A small away team is in the TR getting ready to beam over, questiones? Asyle -> We're in EV suits because of what the sensor show, or don't show? Cptn Corizon -> Yes, you're in EVA. Mark Garrison -> (I'm pretty sure we confirmed no air or heat over there.) Laarell -> I hate EV suits. I lose my sex appeal. Victria -> Too easy. Fae -> Without em, you'll lose your sex appeal anyway. Laarell -> When everyone looks like a marshmallow, it's kind of too even a playing field. Mark Garrison -> S'mores... Cptn Corizon -> If you want to beam over to a possible vacuum, be our guest. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> If you want to beam over to a possible vacuum, be our guest. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Mreh K'hal -> Griffin> :: in the TR, all suited up and ready to be the sacrificial redshirt, even if the department color changed decades ago :: Mreh K'hal -> :: on the bridge at ops, waiting for Fae to get back from the powder room :: Fae -> :: At ops, verifying the TR has good coordinates :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::doublechecking the seal on his suit:: Tandaris Admiran -> Everyone ready? Demitri Mashschenko -> ::with the doctors, he supposes:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, running through Scorpiad data.:: Fae -> (( She would have timed being back well before pulling alongside )) Mark Garrison -> ::At Tactical, doing what he does best, spinning the console in circles:: Laarell -> I suppose so. Asyle -> ::in the TR, securing her WASP kit along with her engineering tool kit. Checks phaser settings, and shifts it to 'heavy stun' setting:: Mark Garrison -> ::though, there were data feeds to look at, so...not entirely goofing off:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::on the bridge, seated at an auxilliary console, dialled into the SEC controls, with channels open to the tac teams:: Mreh K'hal -> :: with Fae apparently back from sprucing up, moves over to an auxiliary console and brings up all sorts of mission specific data to overlook :: Asyle -> ::Tandaris Admiran:: Ready, sir. Cptn Corizon -> ::In his chair, looking over the intial scans of the Scorpiad warship:: Fae -> <Mreh> How are we splitting responsibilities, sir? Demitri Mashschenko -> ::from over Maryse's shoulder:: Ugly things, aren't they? Rue Wydown -> ::in medical setting up the last of the potiental trauma stations:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs:: This data is so incomplete... Victria -> ::Suited up already and checking her weaponry for readiness. She turned to Griffin and checked his suit to make certain it was operating properly.:: Mreh K'hal -> :: looks over at Fae :: I want you to work with Lt. Garrison, coordinate monitoring external threats and the Scorpiad ship itself. I'll monitor the away team communications and life signs. Mark Garrison -> ::rotates to face Corizon:: Captain, if I may make a tactical suggestion? Fae -> Understood. Tandaris Admiran -> I'll assume silence means "yes." Tandaris Admiran -> Or that you've already suffocated in the vacuum. Tandaris Admiran -> ::steps onto the transporter pad:: Laarell -> ::glances over to Victria, wondering if the little vampire actually needs to breathe, steps onto the pad:: Asyle -> ::steps behind Tandaris Admiran onto the pad:: Mreh K'hal -> Griffin> Thank you, Liuetenant. :: ain't the buddy system grand? it's not every day you get felt up by vamp with no fear of blood loss :: Victria -> ::Silently, she stepped up onto the transporter pad and waited.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns in Rue's direction.:: Doctor do you suppose there would be a medical database on that ship? Fae -> :: Gets the computer to locate Lt. Garrison so she know who he is.... Ah.... Tac... Makes sense. :: Mreh K'hal -> Griffin> :: steps up as well :: Fae -> :: Turns to the guy spinning his console... :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::taps a few commands into the console, doing a little on-the-fly programming for the interface:: Fae -> Umm.... Mark Garrison -> ::stopped spinning, as it's hard to hold a serious conversation with your captain that way:: Rue Wydown -> Possibly. But I would not set ye're heart on it until we know what the away team find over there. Mreh K'hal -> +Sickbay+ K'hal to sickbay. Maryse Dubois -> Do you think you could ask them to check? I would like as much data on the various venoms as possible. For my research. Cptn Corizon -> ::Lifts a brow:: Yes, Mister Garrison? Rue Wydown -> +K'hal+ This is sickbay, go ahead. Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods to the transporter operator:: Energize. Fae -> :: confirms her program searching for any local comm but specifically Scorpiad style comm is running :: Fae -> :: masks it so it doesn't show chatter from the away team. :: Cptn Corizon -> << AT, give me a number 1-10 >> Fae -> :: Looks specifically for anything that looks like systems power up on board the scorpiad ship. :: Laarell -> (10) Mreh K'hal -> +Rue+ Doctor, once the away team beams over I'll be monitoring their life signs from the bridge. I'm still going to send the feed down to sickbay so you can monitor from there as well, call up if you see something you don't like. Mreh K'hal -> Griffin> (2) Mark Garrison -> (did you put a new bridge layout out?) Victria -> (( 5 )) Asyle -> <2>::takes out tricorder and releases her WASPS:: Asyle -> <4> Cptn Corizon -> << There is a new bridge layout for Excalibur when we get back, we're on Union, which has a regular Excelsior bridge >> Tandaris Admiran -> <<5>> Mreh K'hal -> (( there's a new one up for the Excalibur, yes; I think we're using the ST:VI bridge layout for the Union rather than the Ent-B? )) Mark Garrison -> (oh, I just looked and was like...yeah) Rue Wydown -> +K'hal+ Thanks. Appreciate it. ::going to one of the main computer consoles to set up the link:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks up as Demitri hovers over her shoulder, slightly annoyed.:: Counselor...If you would like a copy of my data, I would be happy to send it to you. Mark Garrison -> ::Uses the bridges fancy holographics to lay out a display of the system in the middle of the bridge. He gestured to a small planetoid not far from their current postition:: I'd recomend moving the Union here. Given the out lying area....::the 3d... Mreh K'hal -> :: continues to set up the various monitoring windows on his console, fits his wireless earpiece into his ear and uses a standard soundcheck program to get the volume right :: Laarell -> ::waits for the shimmer/swirl effect:: Mark Garrison -> ...display moved out showing the whole system:: I'd say it's unlikely that anyone would warp in from that dirrection. It'll give us some breathing room to beam the away team out should anything...come up. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The Away team beams smack into the middle of what is apparently the ships literal waste system. Oh, living ships are fun aren't they? Fae -> :: Pays attention to the console for a bit :: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::offers a knowing smirk to Maryse:: Oh no, this is fine. Fae -> (( It looked like the bridge to me. )) Mreh K'hal -> Griffin> :: looks around, thinks "Thank goodness for the suit." :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::materializes standing in a waist-high pond of viscous brown-green fluid:: Hmm. Mark Garrison -> ::pauses:: It'll also keep the disabled warship between us and whoever, though I'm sure you know as well as I do how well the Union could hold up against one of the Scorpaids phased graviton beams. Laarell -> ::absolutely hates her life, but hey -- at least she wasn't the only one who ended up in the waste plant:: Tandaris Admiran -> @ Score one for the EV suits. Laarell -> @ ^ Laarell -> @ Yes. Tandaris Admiran -> Lt. Lane> ::in main engineering, about to hang up the "_ days since accident" sign they brought over from Excalibur:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: adjusts his suit's headlights :: Tandaris Admiran -> Lt. Lane> ::pauses, considering Admiran and Asyle on the away team, then shakes her head and decides to leave the sign down:: Asyle -> ::smiles, like she's been here before:: Nice landing. WASPs are away, searching for EM signals. Laarell -> @ ::dryly:: At least the walls aren't compacting. Cptn Corizon -> ::Considers:: Keep us with in transporter ranger, and put the feed up from the AT on the viewer in split screen. Maryse Dubois -> ::Brings up a seperate window to monitor the AT as she continues to go through her data.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Laarell:: Don't push it. Mreh K'hal -> :: begins monitoring the away team's chatter :: Cptn Corizon -> << AT, give me a number, each 1-8 >> Tandaris Admiran -> @::takes out his tricorder:: Looks like the bridge--at least I think it's the bridge:: is two decks up from here. Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> Apparently the bowels on these ships aren't always in the same place, I thought we were aiming for the bridge. Laarell -> @ ::smiles:: All right. First person to get us out of here gets a cookie when we get back. Where's the exit hatch? Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> ((5)) Tandaris Admiran -> <<7>> Victria -> @ ::Checks the unit on her arm for any power readings now that they were within the ship itself. She pushed through the fluid, in search of an exit.:: Rue Wydown -> ::watches her two newest crew members out of the corner of her eye, curious to see what'll happen between the two of them:: Victria -> (( 2 )0 Laarell -> 1 Asyle -> <<7 Aren't there 12 possibilities on two dice?>> Asyle -> <<8>> Mark Garrison -> ::Cori:: Aye sir. ::forwards the coordinates to M'reh:: Laarell -> (Assuming you're using two six-sided dice, darling) Mreh K'hal -> :: receives the coordinates and adjusts the viewscreen to Corizon's requested specifications :: Asyle -> << The DD stuff is put away for now>> Laarell -> @ ::is so glad she has an EVA suit right now, starts her attempt through the muck:: Mreh K'hal -> Halloway> :: adjusts the Union's position to match :: Tandaris Admiran -> @+Excalibur+ Away team to Excalibur. Thanks a lot for beaming us into what appears to be some sort of waste tank. Or at least, I hope that's what this stuff is. I hope this isn't want the Scorpiads ate ... I could understand their aggression in that case Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> There does not appear to be an 'exit' per sey in the cavity they're in. Luckily, it seems this is still a living shp and the walls seems spongy, and moving slightly, like internal organs. Tandaris Admiran -> @+Excalibur+ Anyway, I digress. We've made it aboard and will proceed to the bridge. Laarell -> @ ::cringes:: I'm going to be ill. Mreh K'hal -> :: looks over to Fae :: I thought you selected the bridge? Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirks:: Laarell -> @ ::Admiran:: Tandy, dear, could they retransport us? Please? Fae -> So did I. I passed my best guess to the TR to verify and refine. Looks like they accepted my original recommendation. Fae -> Does this style of hull muck up sensors? Cptn Corizon -> More than likely. Tandaris Admiran -> @::blinks twice at Laarell's endearment, then resumes surveying the tank:: Doesn't look like they built this with an easy access hatch.... Cptn Corizon -> I am surprised we were able to beam through it. Mreh K'hal -> +Tandy+ Acknowledged, Commander. Sorry for the... location error. Demitri Mashschenko -> ::continues to hover for a while longer, before coming to a decision:: We don't need data. Mark Garrison -> ::glances back to Corizon, and cant help but smirk as well:: Uh, I've got their lifesigns on sensors, though there's no real way to place them anywhere on the ship with out some sort of deck plan. Fae -> Is out any easier or harder than in? Laarell -> @ ::huffs:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> As Tandaris gets close to the wall of the room, a 'door' opens. Asyle -> ::starts scooting unseen items away from her feet while looking at her tricorder:: I think the WASPs found a magnetic lock on a pannel over there ::Points to the far wall:: Asyle -> ...and looks like they opened it for us. Good WASPs!! Cptn Corizon -> << Wait, you brought the WASPs over there? >> Mark Garrison -> ::Cori:: Or at least, phasing in and out...I'll try to track them by the transport tags. Victria -> @ ::Glancing around at the others, she eyed Tandaris' door and waded over.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::looks at door suspiciously, peering beyond it:: Asyle -> <<Sure. Takes a bug to something with a bug, right?>> Cptn Corizon -> < eeeeeexxxxxxelllllleeeeennnnntttttt >> Laarell -> @ ::sighs:: Laarell -> (... that's the most fricking terrifying thing I've ever read in a chatroom) Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: wades through the muck, covering the rear of the team; though at this point more concerned with the acid content of the muck than Scorpiads :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::noting that the teams are still at the ready, tapping into the SEC log, checking on reports for the regular rounds as well:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<We are. So Screwed.>> Fae -> :: Doesn't dwell much on the AT's situation. Watches the ship for any signs of systems powering up. :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::shrugs and goes through the door:: Asyle -> @::starts following her tricorder indications, as well as the signals from the WASPs:: Looks safe outside, so far Rue Wydown -> ::looking through the data streaming over to the station:: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::self-assured, Maryse:: We've got what we need. Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: follows the rest of the team out of the ship's literal bowels, slopping waste all over and back in the process :: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The Door opens in to a cooridor that looks newly formed. Victria -> @ ::Her gaze darted around as they exited the waste disposal, irritated that her senses were dulled even futher by the EVA suit.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::glances down at his tricorder:: This corridor wasn't here a moment ago. ::Victria:: Do Scorpiad ships do this sort of thing often? Maryse Dubois -> How can you say that? This is incomplete at best. If we had full data we would be able to more easily create antivenoms. Laarell -> @ This is far too easy. Are you sure this isn't another side of its digestive tract -- with horrible acids and enzymes? Mark Garrison -> ::takes a break in his scanning for bad guys to glance at Charlotte:: Any problems from the defense teams? Mreh K'hal -> :: notes the usual stress reactions on their lifesigns, what he can get through the interference, anyway :: Demitri Mashschenko -> They've listed the symptoms of intoxication, haven't they? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances to Garrison:: None at the moment. They are still on alert, and the regular patrols are reporting nothing out of the ordinary. Maryse Dubois -> simply listing symtoms is not enough. Asyle -> @::WASP indicate small life forms approaching:: Tandaris Admiran> Sir, looks like small bugs are approaching us. Too many to count, and too small to register clearly! Tandaris Admiran -> @::Laarell:: Do you see any alternative path? Victria -> @ Not when the Scorpiad are aboard, no. But this is a type of living organism. It is possible that it has some sort of programming to react to the needs of any living being aboard. ::She glanced at Tandaris.:: Or to protect itself. Mreh K'hal -> :: looks over to Fae, Mark :: How are we doing on getting ship layout on sensors? Be nice to forward something over to them. Laarell -> @ Not really, no. Laarell -> @ But I take no responsibility if we die a slow death, being digested over a thousand years. ::smiles sweetly:: Victria -> @ ::She walked near one of the walls of the corridor, searching for any other openings off the main hallway.:: Demitri Mashschenko -> Yeah, but we can treat the symptoms. Fae -> I'll work it. It clearly doesn't match the class standard. Mark Garrison -> ::Matsumura:: Good. ::turns back to M'reh:: Well...they are taking scans as they go...we could build the ship around them. Tandaris Admiran -> @::nods at Laarell and Victria:: OK, no one wander off. We don't want the ship reconfiguring a wall between people. ::Asyle:: The word "bugs" is becoming dangerously ambiguous in this quadrant. Please elaborate. Laarell -> @ ::snerk:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> A small swarm of tiny creatures pass through the hallway, as if the AT wasn't there. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Oh, you mean bugs. Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: aiming at the little things, whatevery they may be :: Fae -> :: starts to work a new map of the "deck plan" from scrach. Tries to see how it matches or doesn't match other 'ships' of the 'class'. :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over:: Well if I remember right from my time aboard the fighter that captured me, the things can change their configuration fairly easily. Tandaris Admiran -> @ It makes sense that an organic ship would have organic maintenance components. Mreh K'hal -> Well, it wouldn't be the first time or doubtless won't be the last we've sent a team over blind. Victria -> @ Is anyone reading any signs of atmosphere? ::Checking her scanner.:: Mark Garrison -> ::pulls up the ship on the main screen and switches to a cut away, he then laid in the position of the waste containers, and the hall they were currently in:: We'll have to do it the hard way, unless we have an Scropiad ship designers handy? Laarell -> @ Negative. Not so far, anyway. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Treat this like neutral ground. Unless it attacks you first, don't attack it ... we don't want to provoke anything. Asyle -> @::looks down at her dirty EVA suit:: They look like, what do you humans call them, ants? They are picking up the trash adhearing to our EVA suits and carrying it off. Nice trick!! Demitri Mashschenko -> Inflamation, pain, allergic response...I expect we can keep them stable. Maryse Dubois -> Without knowing the dirrect cause of the symtoms you would only be making a guess. You could easily mis-diagnose. You could cause more harm than good. Tandaris Admiran -> @::realizes that Asyle can't see his spots through his faceplate but glances dubiously at the Orion and the Al-Ucard:: Laarell -> @ ::looks at Asyle for a moment, wondering why she's suddenly been demoted to human status:: Rue Wydown -> Sometimes, that's all ye get, Doctor. Mreh K'hal -> :: considers, using his medical expertise :: We might want to try using more of our life-science sensor pallets here, even down to using the biobed scan subroutines. It may give us a clearer look. Laarell -> ::is still a lovely shade of avocado, tyvm:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: looks like a giant marshmallow to him :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::shakes tricorder:: Well according to the new order of things, the bridge is now only one deck above us. We need to find an access shaft or lift or whatever it is they use to move around. Mark Garrison -> ::Mreh, Fae:: I don't suppose anyone went over with a medical tricorder? Charlotte Matsumura -> ((What an incredible smell you've discovered...? )) Maryse Dubois -> I won't deny that Doctor. But if you are able to get all the facts, the better. Cptn Corizon -> ::Leans over and hits the comm button on his chair:: +AT+ So... what's the innards of that thing like? Laarell -> @ ::is going to be in the sonic-shower for simply hours:: Fae -> I didn't ask. Victria -> @ ::Unbothered, she continued to search the corridor.:: Unless the ship has been reconfigured, there should be a shaft to the upper level over here. ::She waved a hand toward the end.:: Mreh K'hal -> Probably not. :: frowns :: We can't even just transport one over because we don't know where it would end up. Laarell -> @ ::But hey, if she got a pet Scorpiad ship out of it, it'd still be worth it.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::motions subtly for everyone to follow Victria:: +Corizon+ It's like a maze, only with goo and dramatic lighting. Mark Garrison -> ::Mreh:: Well, we put emergency transport tags on their suits...considering the patchy sensor ability to scan in there... Tandaris Admiran -> @+Excalibur+ It's actually a fascinating look at the potential for the practical application of organic shipbuilding vis a vis the limitations of traditional mechanics. Laarell -> @ ::mutter:: And imaginably a stench. Mark Garrison -> ::sighs:: I can't believing im suggesting this... Asyle -> @::sees Victria indicate a direction, and sends the WASPs in that general direction:: I'll get some eyes down that way in just a second everyone. Rue Wydown -> Sorry luv, sometimes we don't have to time to research every detail of a person's sympotomology before we can treat them. Sometimes it's enough just to make sure they're still breathin. Fae -> :: As long as they don't have dramatic sound effects... like an orchestra playing scary music. :: Mark Garrison -> But...couldn't we have them act like transport enhancers, for a beam in point? Mreh K'hal -> Let me talk to the transport chief, see what she says about it. :: calls on down to Lisanna :: Victria -> @ ::Nearly snatched one of those WASPs out of the air as it buzzed past her head, but checked her reactions as she realized it was Asyle's machinery.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Laarell:: This ship was made for arachnids ... maybe we should have brought along Citrus. Laarell -> @ ::grins:: She'd have been pouncing as soon as those things came flying. Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: continues bringing up the rear, not needing dramatic sound effects to know things could get ugly quick here :: Laarell -> @ But hey, if we get more time and an atmosphere, maybe the girl could do some exploring. ::mutter:: ... and find things to eat on her own, for once. Maryse Dubois -> <<That sounds like a cue for the dice.>> Demitri Mashschenko -> You find answers. I'll find a sandwich. Cptn Corizon -> << it is >> Tandaris Admiran -> <<I move that people NOT on the away team can't propose to put the team in mortal peril merely on a whim....>> Mreh K'hal -> :: finishes his conversation with Lisanna :: She says it would make transporting easier, having a more definite target to use for a location lock, but the ship's organic hull will still be problematic. She says she may hit it on the dime, or transport... Tandaris Admiran -> <<Excepting our dear captain, of course.>> Mreh K'hal -> the tric into somone's stomach. Asyle -> @::reviewing the WASP video being sent to her control PADD:: Looks like we've found something here ::shows pictures to Tandaris:: Maryse Dubois -> <<hehe>> Fae -> << Deer? Not dog? :: Confused :: >> Mark Garrison -> ((What about the guy with the button for the torpedo launcher?)) Mreh K'hal -> I don't have the pips to make that call, especially since we don't know how much it will really help. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Trics begin detecting Atmosphere forming. The temp rises to around 79 degrees F, and the humidity begins to accumulate to around 88%. Laarell -> @ ::cringes at the readings:: It's like a fracking swamp in here. Laarell -> @ I hate swamps. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Whoa. Looks like we're finally getting environmental systems. Mark Garrison -> ::Mreh:: Yes... and a scanner in the stomach wont help anything... Demitri Mashschenko -> Unless...::glances to Wydown::...is Triage duty imminent? Mark Garrison -> Captain? Tandaris Admiran -> @ It's possible the ship isn't as badly damaged as we thought, or if it was, it's been repairing itself steadily. Maybe it was just conserving power until it detected life-forms.... Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over:: Yes, Mister Garrison? Laarell -> @ ::gets that vague feeling of being the cute chick of the bunch whose purpose was to provide eye candy and complain until she died in a terribly scream-inducing fashion:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: grunts :: Can't say I really like the idea of being on a ship with a mind of its own. Victria -> @ ::Making headway down the hallway, taking point, behind Asyle's WASPs.:: That is a possibility, but I would still not trust the atmosphere. If it forms suddenly, it can disappear just as suddenly. Maryse Dubois -> ::Decides she's losing the war of words for the time being and resumes looking over the AT data feed.:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Condensation forms on the visors of the EVA helmets. Tandaris Admiran -> +Excalibur+ Our presence may or may not have triggered activation of a number of the ship's systems. There does seem to be a gradual increase in activity. Tandaris Admiran -> @::activates his wipers:: Rue Wydown -> No, you can hit the chow line if you like. Or the racks. Take the break while we have it. Mark Garrison -> Mreh and I believe sending a medical tricorder over to the AT might help their scans along, given the organic components of the ship. However...we can't guarantee that I'll get where we want it to go...trails off, assuming the Captain heard that quip... Fae -> I have not been picking up activating systems on sensors, captain. Assume sensors are being masked. Mark Garrison -> about tricorders in the stomach:: Mreh K'hal -> +Tandy+ Understood, Commander. We're contemplating some options to help you out a bit, the organic hull is still causing a bit of a problem with sensors. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Garrison:: Go to Yello Alert, but keep shields and weapons down. I don't want to alarm the thing. Helm, put some distance between us. Mreh K'hal -> Halloway> Aye, Captain. :: moves to the edge of transporter range :: Demitri Mashschenko -> Care to come along? ::asks Wydown, but looks to Maryse as well, extending the offer:: Fae -> (( We went to yellow last week )) Tandaris Admiran -> @::Asyle, Victria:: Find anything yet? Lift? Ramp? Incredibly impractical chase scooters? Mark Garrison -> ::hits the yellow button:: Aye sir, yellow alert. Cptn Corizon -> << I assume we stood down when it didn't shoot at us >> Rue Wydown -> No, thanks for the offer. But you can bring me back some chips. ::toothy smile:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<I thought we changed it so the yellow alert button is chartreuse and the red alert button is taupe?>> Laarell -> @ ::wiping at the visor with a gloved hand, getting the nasty feeling they'd have to open the visors sooner than later:: Cptn Corizon -> << AT, each give me a number 1-20 >> Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: wipes the condensation off the helmet visor once again, wishing Starfleet would install wipers on them :: Laarell -> (19) Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> ((15)) Mark Garrison -> ::Charlotte:: Tell the defense teams to keep the same report in times, but I want them battle ready as soon as we move to Red Alert. Tandaris Admiran -> <<4>> Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes her head as she continues to look at the monitor.:: I am not hungry. Mark Garrison -> Or if... Victria -> @ ::Adjusts her suit's internal controls to match the outside temperature and negate the condensation.:: Asyle -> <<18>> Victria -> (( 20 )) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Aye, sir. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::comms the teams, relaying the CSEC's message...gets their reports back:: Mreh K'hal -> :: calls back down to Lisanna to have her ready a medical tric in case the captain gives the go ahead for the attempt :: Mark Garrison -> ::has the feeling Mark Garrison -> :: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The WASPs are suddenly caught in web-like white energy fields, as tendrils spike up from the floor and down from the ceiling and grab the AT members, with the notable exception of the vampire by the arms and legs:: Demitri Mashschenko -> A lonely dinner then. Pity. Laarell -> @ ::shrieks:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::struggles instinctually against his bonds:: Huh. Rue Wydown -> ::glancing at Dubois, shakes her head, then picks up her tricorder and meanders towards the door with the counselor::: Laarell -> @ What the hell... Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: snared :: Well, that's certainly one way to do an intruder alert. Tandaris Admiran -> @ So this doesn't look good. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::to Garrison:: Sir, teams are reporting ready and waiting. Demitri Mashschenko -> ::offers a quick wave on his way out:: Asyle -> @::looks at the WASP video on their control PADD:: oh boy, this isn't good... Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The harder you stuggle, the tighter they get, and with a nice shock to go along with it. Mreh K'hal -> :: listening to the comms :: Something's up. Cptn Corizon -> ::Lifts a brow towards the screen:: Cptn Corizon -> Lovely. Tandaris Admiran -> @::grunts as he's shocked through the non-conductive material of his suit...:: Laarell -> @ ::shakes arm one more time in frustration, cursing colorfully:: Well, this is just lovely, isn't it. Mreh K'hal -> :: looks over at the helmet feed :: Ah, that'll do it. Fae -> :: Decides it would be a bad time to state the obvious :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::notices Victria remains unimpeded:: Little help here? Asyle -> @::commands the WASPs to shut down, hoping they don't short out in the energy field:: Laarell -> @ ::glaring daggers at Victria:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The WASPs are unresponsive. Victria -> @ ::Narrowing her gaze, she approached one of the tendrils holding Tandaris and took hold of it, seeing if it reacted to her touch.:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: hanging limply, knows a variation on devil's snare when he sees it :: Laarell -> @ ::Because if anyone had to not get caught, it would be Victria. Fracking karma.:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The tendril releases. Tandaris Admiran -> @::can now move his left arm:: A slight improvement. Asyle -> @::her WASP pad fries, smoke wisping out from it:: Damn.... Tandaris Admiran -> @::uses his free arm to tug on the tendril wrapped around his right arm:: Mark Garrison -> ::pulls up the helmet feed as well:: An immune response to foreign objects...? Mark Garrison -> ::to the bridge in general:: Cptn Corizon -> Possibly. The Al-Ucard use similar bondings. Mreh K'hal -> Whatever it is, I'm sure you'd take it as an intruder alert response. Fae -> :: Doen't attempt to focus on the AT situation. Maintains focus on the externals :: Victria -> @ It must be programmed that Al-Ucardian lifesigns are not intrusive. ::She did the same with the other tendrils holding Tandaris.:: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::heads off in the direction (he thinks) of the mess:: Laarell -> @ ::inward groan:: Mark Garrison -> ::Cori:: It didn't grab Victria...they may be set to guard against alien lifeforms. Rue Wydown -> ::heads back in to her office to get a bit of break before all heck breaking loose:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::freed now, and gives a nod of thanks to Victria:: Makes sense. Mreh K'hal -> Ensign Waters, in the meantime, why don't you try applying the biobed scan subroutines to the secondary life-science sensors, take it for a test drive. Cptn Corizon -> Likely. Though odd that they wouldn't have programed it to defend against the Al-Ucard, given the situation. Victria -> @ ::She moved to the others to free them, starting with Griffin.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @+Excalibur+ We've hit a minor snag in our progress, but it looks like we'll be ... free of it soon. Mreh K'hal -> :: hearing Corizon: : Maybe this ship's been in the fold since before the strife? Tandaris Admiran -> @::stoops and picks up his dropped tricorder:: Asyle -> @::gathers up her WASPs, and all are off-line having been stunned or shorted out:: Fae -> :: Raises an eyebrow :: Rodger. Lieutenant Garrison, you have externals. Cptn Corizon -> A possability. Fae -> :: Starts trying the biobed routines, though it really isn't in her area of knowledge :: Victria -> @ ::Then frees Asyle.:: Mreh K'hal -> +Tandy+ Acknolwedged, we're getting your feed. Laarell -> @ ::Laarell yanked on a tendril in impatience, hissing a bit when it shocked her.:: Mark Garrison -> ::nods acknowledgement to Fae, then turns back to Cori:: Well, there are still Al-Ucard loyalists to the Scorpiad, aren Mark Garrison -> 't there? Mark Garrison -> ::punches his keyboard:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Tips his head:: A few, yes. Victria -> @ ::Then finally Laarell.:: Mreh K'hal -> :: watches Laarell's lifesigns spike again as she's shocked yet again :: Laarell -> @ Thank you, Lieutenant. ::saccharine and sweet:: Asyle -> @::Victria:: thanks. But why didn't they grab you? Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> Now what's to keep that from repeating every ten meters? Mark Garrison -> Though...I don't know much on their social structure. Are the ship manned entirely by Scorpiad, or do their client races serve as well? Laarell -> @ ::snerk:: Because it thought she was its fwend. Fae -> :: Tries to use the bio routines to get a better scan through the hull than she has had in the past :: Cptn Corizon -> We don't honestly know, to tell you the truth. Fae -> :: Assumes there is a difference between idle state and current more active state, and tries to find a sensor mode that can tell. :: Victria -> @ Nothing. ::To Griffin.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Laarell:: I believe the colloqiualism "frenemy" may be pertinent. Laarell -> @ ::of course, no one could blame the Scorpiad vessel for not knowing that Victria didn't have fwends.:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> Well, glad to have you along Lieutenant. Victria -> @ Unless we reach the bridge and can reprogram the ship. Laarell -> @ ::nods, snorting:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Leans over and hits the comm:: +AT+ Well the longer you guys stand there, the better chance it will try it again. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Going to the bridge? Now why didn't I think of that?! Mark Garrison -> ::shakes his head:: Starfleet Intelligence, I tell you. Mark Garrison -> ::snorts, to hold back a laugh at what Cori just said:: Laarell -> @ ::starts at the sudden comm:: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::enters the mess, heading straight for the grub line:: Victria -> @ ::She strode down the corridor as best she could inside the EVA suit, searching for the shaft that led to the brige.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::passes a sidelong glance at Garrison's comment, but otherwise shows no outward reaction:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::furrows her brow slightly, reviewing her screen:: Laarell -> @ ::wouldn't call it "striding", would call it "marshmallow waddling", but since she wasn't faring much more elegantly, can't really make very snarky comments:: Tandaris Admiran -> @ All right, people. Everyone stick with the tour. ::moves ahead:: And we're walking, we're walking.... Rue Wydown -> :;mumbling to herself:: I cannae believe that....::mutter grumble:: ....bloody booky...::mutter mutter:: ...going to be rubbish in....::mutter:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: snickers inside his helmet at Tandy :: Charlotte Matsumura -> (( I have to go. Night, folks! )) Mark Garrison -> ::bridge in general again:: Are we sure that the ship wont react with more...hostility should the away team attempt to access a sensitive area like the bridge or engineering? Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> An access shaft opens in the side of the hallway. Mark Garrison -> Assuming again, that they have an engineering. Cptn Corizon -> Frankly, we don't know what the ship is going to do. Laarell -> @ Ooo. A door, it opens. Tandaris Admiran -> @::glare at Laarell for stating the obvious:: Why don't you be so kind as to venture forth first then? Fae -> <Mreh> Some improvement with the bio scan method. Laarell -> @ ::smirks:: Laarell -> @ Ladies first, hmm? Laarell -> @ ::arranges herself into the access tube, expecting fully to be beheaded by some ghastly device of unseemly origin:: Mreh K'hal -> :: looks over at Fae :: Good, maybe it'll help at least give us some warning of increased activity. :: accesses the new feed and transfers it along the comms to the AT to augment their in-person scans :: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::orders a BLT, and makes quick work of it - leaving few crumbs on the plate:: Asyle -> @::to Tandaris, Laarell, & Victria:: I have an idea, and it's based on communication between various types of bugs. Fae -> Umm..... Will do, sir, but the resolution is very vague. I suspect they'd best depend on the Mark I eyeball. Laarell -> @ ::looks up, seeing if the access tube leads to the Bridge:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Asyle:: Does it involve dancing? Victria -> @ ::Looks to Asyle.:: Fae -> :: Sends over the scan information none the less :: Mreh K'hal -> Not the right sort of equipment to use this properly, I suppose, but something's better than nothing. I'll send this along to science and medical to see if they can think of any way to refine it. :: does so :: Rue Wydown -> ;:flops down into her chair, keys into the AT vitals on her desk computer, sets a few alarm criteria before sitting back and trying to relax as she waits;; Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The tube is big enough for a Scorpiad, silly. The Orion finds herself neatly deposited on the 'bridge' with is a large round room with a center dias in the middle and large moat like pit around it. The room seems to have harder 'rib' like strucures supporting it. Laarell -> @ Oooh. This is cool. Tandaris Admiran -> @+Laarell+ Are you still alive? Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: continues to cover in the hallway :: Laarell -> @ ::Tandy:: Of course I am, Mister Admiran. You shouldn't imply such nasty things; they might come true! Fae -> They are entering an interesting area. Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: with the absence of ear-splitting screams over the suit comm unit, assumes Laarell kept her limbs inside :: Asyle -> @::looks at tricorder:: Funny you should mention it. Like the dance bees do to communicate direction to fields with lots of pollen in it, I think the ship 'smells' instead of senses with scanners. How else would it have known to send out the ants, or to Asyle -> leave Victria alone? Tandaris Admiran -> @::pauses, pondering:: +Laarell+ We'll resume that train of thought later.... Tandaris Admiran -> @::motions for the away team to follow Laarell's footsteps as he himself enters the access shaft:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> :: though of course as the unheard of security grun on the mission is more likely to lose limbs than anyone else :: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::stomach full - takes a moment to look around at the other crewmen:: Laarell -> @ ::looking around the Bridge, in a bit of awe:: Laarell -> @ This is actually almost beautiful... Mreh K'hal -> :: looks at the helmet feed, their most useful look at what the AT is experiencing :: Hmm, looks like they hit paydirt. Victria -> @ Griffin... ::Motions to him.:: I will take rear guard. Follow Admiran. Mark Garrison -> ::releaved he wasn't right about the Scorpiads putting extra protection on the bridge:: Mreh K'hal -> @Griffin> Acknowledged. :: follows Tandy :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Asyle:: How would the ship be able to distinguish among members of the away team when we're in hermetically sealed suits? Tandaris Admiran -> @::arrives on the bridge:: Ritzy. Asyle -> @::enters the bridge behind Tandaris Admiran and Laarell:: We touched them on the outside, didn't we? It could leave enough of a trace to identify us... Victria -> @ I am certain it has the ability to decipher our lifesign readings. ::To Asyle.:: Mreh K'hal -> :: as much as he misses the Excalibur, wouldn't even trade the Union bridge in for what he's seeing on the viewer :: Demitri Mashschenko -> ::takes special note of the ones he suspects will be visiting his office:: Mreh K'hal -> Now how do they know which button, node, blobbule to push over there? Cptn Corizon -> Hell if I know. Asyle -> @::Victria:: I'm just wondering what technology basis they are using. EM, or chemical, and my bet is it's chemical. Cptn Corizon -> I am sure Victria will have more of a general idea. Rue Wydown -> ::nodding off a bit, keeping an ear for the alarm:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::Asyle:: Interesting point. You may want to bring that up with Commander Teykier when it's a convenient time. Cptn Corizon -> ...and...because I can't play three characters in two rooms at once... Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM

07.05.09 Excalibur Mission Update: TBS: 10 Minutes - The away team (consisting of officers from Sciences, Engineering, and that one Red Shirt guy who is expendable) beamed over to the Scorpiad ship to investigate the organic vessel. - A web-like booby trap was encountered, with Lt. Victria being the only one immune to the trappings due to her Al-Ucard physiology. - All shipboard dept personnel remain on alert and standby.

When the Queen Scorp went all annoyed boo yah on the little attache bug, showing her fangs? Must. Not. Get. Creeped Out. By the Big Flipping Bugs Plot Log. It's. Not. Working. A choice between the Clickity-Clicks and the Vampires? Ex Oh Kitty would rather be temporarily stranded on a planet with Al-Ucard Hunters tracking her for whatever reason, or something. Nice Log Captain!

06.28.09 Excalibur Mission Update: TBS: Short - The USS Union has arrived in neutral/unclaimed space, and the derelict Scorpiad ship has been located. - An Away Team prepares to beam over to the derelict to handle the first stage of the investigation, while advanced tactical teams from Security mobilize in case they are needed. All departments are on alert.

MISSION BRIEF: The Union has entered into unclaimed space and is headed towards the area where the Scorpiad ship has been spotted a drift. chatlog2009_06_28.txt