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  1. SD 0524.2020 - No Sim (Memorial Day) SD 0531.2020 Excalibur has been docked at starbase for several days while station engineering assisted in untangling their computer core. After a brief delay and some retraining, the crew was given 24-hours of leave. With the exception of a certain Ensign in science, who may never be allowed to leave the ship again. We pick up with the crew being recalled and a senior staff meeting scheduled to discuss new orders.
  2. MISSION BRIEFING: Having returned to starbase 46, Excalibur is undergoing repairs to its computer core. Initial leave for commissioned officers has been put on hold as command staff has ordered them to complete mandatory re-training on either first contact procedures (medical, science, security) or protocols for working with alien technology (operations and engineering.) However, Swain and Stanton were called to an early morning meeting aboard the station and rumors are circulating we will once again be shipped off to who knows where. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in Engineering, clearly dragging and sipping what appears to be a rare cup of coffee:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Very glad to be done with the stupid training that made him feel like an even bigger idiot.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene had finished her first contact classes the day they were assigned and was off-duty on the station. Well, she *was* off-duty on the station... at some point... she just woke up in a station holding cell, her head pounding. :: "Wha..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Had once again been conned into an early morning shift as OOD and was sitting in the big chair, fiddling with a PADD containing the results of his department's training.:: William Chocox: How are you doing Reynolds? Cptn Swain: @::Making his way back to the ship with Stanton in tow, frowning:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well... that could have gone worse. ::Trying to look on the bright side.:: Cptn Swain: @::Asher came to a stop near a porthole where the blue-gas giant Starbase 46 circled filled the window, turning to Stanton:: True I only made a small jack ass out of myself. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Sighs.:: Fine, sir. Glad it's over. Irene Mincine: :: Rex gets a message from station security. :: Station> "Commander McBride to Excalibur. We've got a wayward ensign down here in the holding cells. You might want to pick her up." William Chocox: Same. I'm exhausted. Two of those classes back to back? Way too long. Cptn Swain: Rex> +McBride+ Lovely. I'll send someone to pick them up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::After being a general pain in the department over the last day, they'd managed to isolate the encrypted parts of the alien file within the ship's computer and were nearly done extracting it.:: Irene Mincine: McBride> +Rex+ "Thanks. McBride out." Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene sits up. She finally realizes where she is, and decides to lay back down. :: "Oh, not again..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowning he just hoped it wasn't any of his people. He tabbed over on his PADD to see who hadn't checked back in.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well, I gathered that the Admiral basically expected that. ::Slight smile.:: He didn't seem too put out. William Chocox: (m)I'll be happier once the station monkeys are out of my hair. Cptn Swain: @ We go back a long ways. The Academy actually. Irene Mincine: :: Val, meanwhile, arrived in sickbay. :: "Dr. Dubois available? I've got a prescription for her." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Nods in agreement.:: I mean, they've been helpful, but... there's too many of them. Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: I broke three of his ribs once in a Parisses game. The Tolak Move -- and yes I know it's illegal. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Chuckles.:: No wonder he wants a rematch. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up :: She should be close by Cptn Swain: @ I almost want to give it to him, too. But I think Arden would murder me if he found out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene had checked in as finishing her first contact training, then as off-duty, then as departing for the station around midnight. She never checked back in. :: William Chocox: There's always too many of them. Cptn Swain: @ The last time I played I fractured my clavicle in four places. Arden made me swear I'd give up the mallet. ::Sighing:: Anyway I am sure the crew will appreciate a day or so in the rec facility before we head off to Toren III. Cptn Swain: @ Will also give Rhan time to find us some new silverware for a reception, eh? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking through the manifest, it came to absolutely no surprise to see Ensign Micine on the list.:: Girl has a deathwish ::he muttered:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly exasperated look.:: Yes, among other things. Miranda warned me how how much trouble your crew typically got into, but I thought she was exaggerating. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Taps a missive to one of his security goons to go collect Mincine and notes it in the OOD log:: Cptn Swain: @ ::Chuckles:: This was pretty tame to be fair. No one got mutated, we stayed in the same time period, and we didn't need major refitting or cause an intergalactic incident. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Approached Chocox.:: Well, I think we're just about done if you want to have a look. ::He gestured to the main viewscreen that had been borrowed for their purposes.:: The alien data packets are in red. We've washed all of the subroutines and extracted everything we could find. Cptn Swain: Yellan> ::Gets the message, looks at it:: Again? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I suppose I should be counting my blessings. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene tried to remember what she did to end up here. The previous night was a blank, wasn't it? And her head... :: William Chocox: ::walks up and looks over:: Looks good from here. Thank you for your help. Cptn Swain: Yellan> ::to his fellow goldshirt:: Man, it must be nice to be in science. If any of us found our way in to trouble so often, we'd be shot out an airlock. Cptn Swain: @ Thought we'd ease you into the position. Irene Mincine: Val> "Thanks. Maybe I can give it to you instead?" :: She hands a padd over to Indaura. :: "I just need this prescription logged in the system." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Frowns.:: That's not everything, you know. There could be some hidden subroutines in your computer somewhere. To find them all, we'd need to keep you here for a few weeks to scour all systems several times over. Indaura Ryssan: That I can do...Val is it? :: Processes the prescription :: Cptn Swain: Gheri> Right? Well you going to go pick her up from the station's drunk tank? Indaura Ryssan: So how are you feeling Val? William Chocox: Alright, you can go to the Admiral in charge of this station then. William Chocox: ::sips his coffee:: Cptn Swain: Yallen> I guess so. But next one is yours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> Go to the admiral for what? ::Stares at Will.:: Cptn Swain: Gheri> ::Opening a PADD and leaning back in his chair:: Sure sure. Irene Mincine: Val> "Valerie Carillon, yeah. I'm all right... Just need a neural stabilizer to make my prosthetics work right again." :: She waved her fake arm and hand. :: William Chocox: To keep us here for weeks on end to do the complete scouring you want to do. Cptn Swain: Yallen> ::Grumbles and heads through airlock, grabbing an @:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks wide-eyed :: That is a little...off. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears a beep beep :: Oh, it's done. Let me get that for you. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Nods. :: "The station cybernetics expert says that'll get me going again, yeah." Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets the medicine :: Indaura Ryssan: How long have you had prosthetics? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> I don't have the time for that! I was just saying, to get it all, that's what we'd have to do. ::Scowls.:: We've got our own business to be about and can't be spending weeks on one ship. So you're on your own. I suggest you start looking for any leftover packets yourself in your own down time. And that's going to be my official recommendation to your Captain. Irene Mincine: @ :: Commander McBride turns up the lights in the holding cell. :: McBride> "Hey, someone's on the way to pick you up. Wake up." :: Irene grumbles. :: Cptn Swain: @::Runnning a hand through his hair, he turned back to face Stanton:: I'll let you give the good news about leave, and to tell Rhan he gets to go shopping. Schedule a staff meeting for Thursday afternoon. We should be done with the repairs and restocking by then. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Sighs. :: "Ten years. Dominion War." :: William Chocox: Pleasure working with you too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Well, I'm sure I'll look back on this time in appreciation one day. ::Smirks. He nodded at their new orders.:: At least we'll be able to give the crew the full scope of this mission. I don't like leaving them in the dark. Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: I was in school then. Heard about it every day. Denobula was spared thankfully. Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Makes his way to the station's security holding pen, where he reluctantly signed for the wayward Ensign's release:: Indaura Ryssan: :: hands Val the medicine :: Do you know how to administer this? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Gives Will a parting scowl before turning to issue his crew orders. They began to disconnect their equipment and pack up their things.:: Cptn Swain: @ Agreed. As I am sure Miranda told you, we used to have to do that way more often than I liked. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, and I gathered that she wasn't fond of it, either. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene stood up and left the cell. McBride hmphed. :: McBride> "We had a Klingon patrol ship here last night. She told the Klingons it was her Day of Ascension. From my understanding there's painful rituals and then lots of drinking. They skipped straight to the drinking. A few Cardassian traders took offense to the noise, and then it was like the Dominion War never ended. The Cardassians agreed not to press charges and the Klingons returned to their ship, but someone's going to have to pay the 20 bars of latinum damages to the bar." Cptn Swain: @ Though I get the idea that the Federation's preferred outcome is the only one they'll view as a success. ::Frowns:: But that's my problem, not yours. Indaura Ryssan: :: Cybernetics was something she'd not encountered a great deal in her studies :: Cptn Swain: @Yellan> ::Blinks:: Cptn Swain: @Yallen> Well that's certainly above my pay grade. Irene Mincine: Val> "Yeah. I've done it before. In school, huh? Lucky you." :: She took the hypospray and administered it to herself. :: "Much better..." Cptn Swain: @ Anyway, I just wanted to also let you know I think things are working out well with you and the crew and I am pleased with your performance so far. Irene Mincine: @ McBride> :: Laughs. :: "I figured as much .I don't have a reason to hold her here, so you can take her." :: Irene was still grumbling. :: Cptn Swain: @Yallen> I'll be sure to let people with more pips know. ::Glances to Irene:: Come along Ensign. Indaura Ryssan: If you feel the need to talk about your experiences, my door is always open. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slight eyebrow quirk.:: I'm... glad to hear that. I know it isn't easy breaking in a new XO, but... I was glad of the assignment. I don't think the crew knows what to make of me quite yet. I'm not the tyrant they expected, I think. ::Smiles.:: Irene Mincine: @ McBride> "Thanks." :: Irene follows along with Yallen. :: Irene> "We going home? Yeah. Let's go home." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Watching the station crew pack up and leave, he relaxed somewhat.:: Well... that's one relief, I guess. Cptn Swain: @ Rex came to see me yesterday afternoon. Irene Mincine: Val> "I think I've talked about it enough already. But thanks for the offer." William Chocox: The only one I have right now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He couldn't help but laugh.:: I think I know why. He mentioned a bit of personal history... Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Shakes his head:: Have you always been this much trouble, or were you recently cursed by some sort of alien witch? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> And seemed to think you might be punishing him for it. Cptn Swain: @ ::An oh did he look: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Shoulda seen me in the Academy." :: She started giggling like a little girl. :: "You think I'm bad now?" Indaura Ryssan: Follow up with the doctor if there are any changes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> Which of course is ridiculous. Though I couldn't help but feed into his fears a bit, especially after the spot of trouble he'd caused us. Cptn Swain: @ ::smirks:: As I told him, if anything it's a point in his favor. Arden has always had better taste in men than me -- with the notable exception of Arden. Cptn Swain: @ The crew is good, though I think maybe I've gotten a little lax with them. So, this mission will be a good test for a lot of them. Irene Mincine: Val> :: She lets out a arre smile. :: "I will. Thank you, Doctor." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> After our last station stop, I planning to put them through their paces. Irene Mincine: Val> *rare Indaura Ryssan: :: Val reminded her of one of her kids :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> And if it is all the same to you, sir, I'm not going to tell them about their leave until tomorrow. It won't hurt them to wait another day and think about what they've done. Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: Works for me. And, if you don't mind me offering, I'd let that Ensign Mincine know that the more a Captain knows about a junior officers antics is directly correlated with how long before they either washout or end up in some godforsaken helll-hole. And I say that with some experience. Cptn Swain: @Yallen> ::Shakes his head as they go through the check point:: If I were you I'd lay low for a bit. Given that the Captain just gave everyone cadet training, I can't imagine he or the ex-oh will be too pleased to hear you racked up a 20 latnium bar tab. Which, if I were you, I'd take care of before I have to put it in the report. Cptn Swain: @::pauses:: Unless Excalibur is already her punishment. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "20... bars... oh... just throw me out an airlock..." :: Irene shakes her head. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's Academy scores for planetary sciences and aptitude were top notch, but her disciplinary record was an atrocity. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He snorted.:: You think she pulled this with her last commanding officer and was pawned off on us as punishment? Possibly. William Chocox: Alright Reynolds, we need to make sure that they didn't mess up too many of our settings. ::downs the rest of his coffee:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::Departs Excalibur in slightly better condition that it was, but won't swear to it.:: Cptn Swain: @ ::Shrugs:: It wouldn't be the first time. During the war, on the Idrisi, I once got this... this incredibly talented engineer named Froohm. He was, and I say this with as much respect as I can muster, the worst officer in the history of starfleet. Cptn Swain: @ But you'd never know it from his file. Before or after Idrisi. ::grins:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Will finds that all of Excalibur's systems have been reset to the 'default' settings, losing anything he's done to upgrade them since the ship left Utopia Planetia. Cptn Swain: ACTION> That also includes all of the holodeck programs and replicator files. Indaura Ryssan: ((Please select your region...)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> And maybe next time he'll be nicer to the people trying to help him fix his own stupidity. Cptn Swain: (( Hope no one had any *special* holodeck files )) William Chocox: [Expletive deleted]! This is why I don't like station monkeys messing with my stuff! Reynolds, do you have any secret backups?! Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah... no? Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0517.2020 Having returned to Starbase 46, Excalibur is undergoing repairs to its computer core. Initial leave for commissioned officers has been put on hold as command staff has ordered them to complete mandatory re-training on either first contact procedures (medical, science, security) or protocols for working with alien technology (operations and engineering). However, Swain and Stanton were called to an early morning meeting aboard the station, and rumors are circulating we will once again be shipped off to who knows where.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is nearing Starbase 46 to begin untangling their computer core. Science has been working on a secret project for Swain, while Medical has been dealing with everyone being on knife edge after the last week or so. There's even reports we might get shoreleave, but at the rate this crew goes well, I wouldn't book a ticket to Risa. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is down in Engineering waiting for them to dock at the Starbase:: Cptn Swain: ::In the Captain's Mess, making a sandwich, to the annoyance of the galley staff who was making lunch for the Alpha shift:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, walking around:: Hakran K'hal: :: in his office with the data they don't have :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Amazed that he has any hair left:: Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives on the bridge for the final approach to the starbase, taking over from the ensign at helm. She looks pretty out of it or something like that. :: Rhan K'hal: :: enters sickbay - well rested and in no imminent danger of snoring :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in Hakran's office with the data they don't have. :: "We've been at it for a week. We have everything we can get out of this?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at the main viewer as the Starbase comes into view.:: Request a docking berth as soon as we're in range. And make certain their engineering department is standing by for repairs. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Had somehow got conned into a bridge shift as OOD, and is standing at the tactical station:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sees Rhan enter.:: Feeling better? Hakran K'hal: Yeah. I think we have everything we can get. Cptn Swain: ::He was still reading his betazoid romance novel, well the second book in the series, and he took it and his sandwich to the window to watch as the starbase came into view:: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Everything but my pride. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Taps a few buttons to alert his team to be on standby for docking:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: contacts the base for clearance :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Stanton:: I heard a rumor, Commander. Irene Mincine: Val> "Request a berth, and an on-call engineering department..." :: She hits some buttons on the console, which beeps unhappily. She starts over. :: "Sorry, Boss. Something's been up with my arm the past few days. Request acknowledged by the starbase." Hakran K'hal: With the cross-reference data, it definitely seems Romulan. But not official fleet or government traffic. But we just didn't have enough space to get a good triangulation on it. :: flat ears :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Taps her non-Federation padd. :: "We're not going to have more until we end up back there, which from what I hear isn't gonna be for a while." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances over at Rex, one brow lifting.:: What sort of rumor? Hakran K'hal: Maybe they have an old Miranda class to dump us onto. Maryse Dubois: Well that's a good start, anyways. Rhan K'hal: But I could use another blocker before a new headache kicks in, today's already been three kinds of hell. Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to a station, preparing a hypo.:: That bad, huh? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::smirks:: Well I heard that Starbase 46 has one of the better rec centers in this Sector and that we might get to actually see it. Cptn Swain: Rex> And more importantly, use it. Rhan K'hal: Doesn't help that in order to work on the computer core directly I have to keep going through engineering, and they're all following their Chief's lead on giving me laser eyes and cold shoulder. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's brow furrows. :: "I wasn't expecting Romulan data, that's for sure. Unofficial traffic? Tal'Shiar?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He snorted.:: After what happened at the last station? Don't count your chickens. William Chocox: ::looks over at Reynolds:: You doing ok Ensign? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Oh, we did fine. It's whoever screwed up the computer core I think's gonna end up on a Miranda." Irene Mincine: (sorry, chat froze) Hakran K'hal: :: shrugs :: Nothing like I've seen, and even asking Rhan to open a back channel for me to use for the cross-referencing, I wasn't able to match any known methodology. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Very innocently:: I don't know what you're talking about, Commander. It's not like we pawned the Captain's Book Collection or anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Excalibur is giving a berth and docks cleanly. A station engineering team requests entry. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Station engineering crew is at the hatch, requesting permission to board sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Yea, just... this is a mess. They're going to transfer us, aren't they? They have to... right? And demote us? I'm going to be scrubbing floors... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Permission granted. ::To Obee.:: Alert engineering they're on the way. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, Commander. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: grants the permission :: Maryse Dubois: Really? That doesn't seem like Will. ::Gives Rhan the injection.:: Irene Mincine: :: Val brings the engine to a stop. :: Val> "Mooring fields have engaged, external power connected." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Swivels to stare at Rex.:: No, not his books. Though, enough. You'll be lucky if he doesn't have those involved on scut duty for a while. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Station repair crew is on route. Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks into medical, padds in hand :: William Chocox: I'll give you Commander Hawthorne's contact information. She'll pull some strings for you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "You think whoever's gonna receive this data has a clue?" William Chocox: +Obee+ Thank you for letting me know Ensign. We'll be waiting for them. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Looks dubious.:: I thought she was even worse... Cptn Swain: Rex> I think he already hates me. Not sure why. Barely said two words to me before that whole incident. ::Considers:: I did date his husband once. But that was, years ago. Rhan K'hal: He's blaming me for doing what his Holy Hologram suggested on the piece of illegal equipment he asked me to broker the purchase of. :: shrugs :: Engineers, they work better with parts than people. Hakran K'hal: They must have been expecting something to send us out there to snoop in the first place. William Chocox: She'll protect you because I'll ask for it. And this would be, I think, the first favor I asked of her in my career. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns to join the conversation now that the ship's docked. :: "Before he was married to the captain or after?" Irene Mincine: Irene> "I wonder who knew there'd be something out there in the first place, though. I hate not knowing everything about our missions." Rhan K'hal: :: loosens shoulders :: Thanks, that feels better already. Cptn Swain: Rex> Before! They were broke up at the time, though, I knew as soon as I heard about him Arden was still heads over heels in love with him. I broke it off soon after. ::Considers:: Maybe he blames me for that. Cptn Swain: Rex> But then why take me on transfer? Rhan K'hal: So, assuming I'm not flattened by a Starfleet Steamroller once we're at station, do you want to see what 46 has available in recreation? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> To secretly torture you, of course. ::Smirks.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: No problem. Hopefully this will all blow over soon. How soon till we get back to the station? Irene Mincine: Val> "I think I came in on the same transfer. I hope he wasn't torturing me, too." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Captain, we've docked. Engineering teams have come aboard to help sort out our core. Maryse Dubois: And yeah, I would definitely love to get out of here for a while. Hakran K'hal: Me either. I never had to worry about this on the Copernicus. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I hope it doesn't come to that. ::Still looking miserably at the screen.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> Fair. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He swiveled to peer at Val.:: Why, did you date the Captain's husband, as well? Indaura Ryssan: Open spaces Doctor Dubois? William Chocox: Well, we'll see what happens. Rhan K'hal: :: checks his padd :: We've docked, but they haven't released any personnel leave orders. Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Understood. I think, given our last leave was only a few weeks ago the crew can manage. I want some readiness drills and training. All senior and junior officers are to complete Starfleet First Contact Protocols, and Engineering and Operations are to complete Starfleet Basic Trainings on Alien Technology. Maryse Dubois: Ah. I didn't realize we were so close. ::Looks to Indaura.:: Just need some fresh air, so to speak. Irene Mincine: Val> "What, when pilots like me had a life expectancy of 6 weeks during the war?" :: Hmphs. :: "I nailed everything that moved. Emotions just get in the way." Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Enlisted personnel may have limited leave at the discretion of their department NCO's. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: reels his jaw back in :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Well, now you're King of Science. And I guess I'm the 9 of Hearts of Science. Ah, maybe we'll get a little leave. My Day of Ascension's coming up, it'd be nice to spend it on a starbase instead of limping around the galaxy." Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ I trust you can see to the arrangements, Commander? Hakran K'hal: Interesting analogy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Of course, Captain. Stanton out. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Groans:: Rhan K'hal: I'm starting to realize how much I miss being on a planet. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I had to think on the spot, you know." Maryse Dubois: With as much as I've traveled, I don't know if I could get stuck on one planet for an extended amount of time. William Chocox: Where are those engineers? William Chocox: ::looks around:: Hakran K'hal: :: sits back :: Well, I suppose we might as well wrap this and send it to the Captain, we're not getting anything more done with it. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, let's get out of this office. I want to get off this ship for a few hours." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances at Rex with a grin.:: I told you. Spread the word. No leave for officers. And begin those drills. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Glumly:: Yes, sir. But you get to be the one to tell engineering and ::thumbs:: K'hal about their training. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Unhappily, to Stanton. :: "Oh, come on... I need the starbase's facilities to look at my screwed up arm." Hakran K'hal: Having absorbed some of Rhan's pessimism, I'm not so sure we'll get much of any time off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose from his seat to fetch himself a drink, throwing Val a glance as he passed.:: If you need medical leave, get permission from Dr. Dubois before visiting station medical. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::begins putting together the notice to department heads about the impending training and drills, sure that it will spread like wildfire:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: sends a note to Rhan about it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineering> ::Arrives with a buttload of equipment and a scowl.:: Who is in charge down here? Rhan K'hal: :: padd beeps :: What now? William Chocox: ::raises his hand:: over here. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls it out, reads the note from Ken :: Irene Mincine: :: Val nods. :: "Permission to seek permission to seek medical leave, sir." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> So... you can tell us what's going on? We heard something happened to your core. I thought this ship was brand new. Rhan K'hal: [REDACTED] William Chocox: We had an incident and there's an encrypted file on our core that we can't get rid of. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods to Val.:: Of course. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Stands up out of her roller chair and stretches out her back. :: "I'm sure we'll get *something*. They're understanding. Let's get this to whoever needs it." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Makes himself a cup of strong coffee and returns to his seat to begin crafting a missive to those that need proper training.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Thanks, Boss." :: She makes for the turbolift. :: Hakran K'hal: :: transfers the file just as the message from Rex beeps in :: Hakran K'hal: What have we here? Maryse Dubois: ::Glances at Rhan.:: That bad huh? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> What sort of encrypted file? Who put it there? ::He gestures for his crew to start setting up their equipment, and they soon take over the department.:: Hakran K'hal: All senior and junior officers to complete first contact protocols. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Incredulous. :: "You gotta be kidding. You mean I'm going to spend my Day of Ascension in a classroom going over _protocol_?" William Chocox: A big sort of encrypted file. It got put there as the result of a science experiment gone wrong. Rhan K'hal: They're gonna make all officers do first contact protocols, except for operations and engineering. We get to do basic training on alien technology. So I'm going to be sitting around on my butt being bored. Cptn Swain: Yudrin> ::Looks at Irene:: Maybe if you hadn't sold the Captain's bandana collection. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I didn't touch his bandanas!" :: She accentuates this point by banging her fist on a plastic panel, which collapses for a second and then pops back out like a car door. :: Hakran K'hal: :: tuts :: Maryse Dubois: Oh lovely... Hakran K'hal: :: Yudrin :: You get extra training for walking into my office without knocking first. Irene Mincine: :: Val arrives in sickbay, going up to the nearest orderly. :: "Dr. Dubois available?" Maryse Dubois: ::Notices Val and waves her over.:: Cptn Swain: Yudrin> ::smirks:: That's fine. ::hands him a PADD::: I thought you'd want to see this though. Looks like Captain Swain was also looking into the data and left some crumbs behind. Rhan K'hal: :: ear swivel :: You're going to be occupied in a moment, so I'll skedaddle. I guess let's at least try to catch dinner. I'll have to go sort out the rest of Operations. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> That is supremely unhelpful. You don't know the exact source? ::Plugging in a billion types of diagnostic devices.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Try to get along with Engineering. Irene Mincine: "Sir?" :: Looking to Hakran. :: "What's in there?" Rhan K'hal: The only one I have a grudge against has spots and is inside my computer. William Chocox: The less you know about the source the less trouble you'll get in. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the padd and looks through it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Smirking to himself, he read over his missive as he sent a cup of coffee before sending it on its way.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> All senior and junior officers receive a task to complete Starfleet First Contact Protocols by the end of the day. Additionally, Engineering and Operations are to complete Starfleet Basic Trainings on Alien Technology. Also by the end of the day. Rhan K'hal: :: waves at Val as he passes on his way out of sickbay :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Returns Rhan's wave and approaches Maryse. :: "Ah, good. I just need clearance for some medical leave. My synthetic arm has been acting up, imprecise movements, tremors, stuff like that. I wanted to get the station to take a look at it. They have specialist cyberneticists there." William Chocox: ::looks at his PADD:: Aren't these mutually exclusive? They're both 8 hour classes. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at her padd and sighs. :: "Well, that's official..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Throws Will a shocked look, but mutters to himself and settles down at one of the stations to start getting a look at the encryption.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, picking up her PADD. She begins inputting orders.:: At least someone will be able to get off this ship. ::Makes a couple more taps.:: All done. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Disappeared almost the moment that station engineering arrived to take over.:: Hakran K'hal: :: also gets that message :: Son of a Venelian swamp monkey. I guess we'll get to the new data after we get done with our homework. William Chocox: ::looks over at the Engineer:: Do you have something you want to say? Indaura Ryssan: : Looks at her padd :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Station engineer> ::Hotly at Will, though he didn't glance up from the console.:: Several things, in fact, but best not to say them where recording devices might be present. Irene Mincine: :: Val pulls her padd out of the pocket of her uniform pants and promptly drops it on the floor. :: "Yeah, see what I mean?" :: She picks it up with her other, human arm. :: "Saved by the permission slip. Thanks, doctor." Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Rhan K'hal: :: calls up the Trill Chief Petty Officer Yedraun Dirraan to relieve Obee on the bridge so the Ensign can do his assignment :: Maryse Dubois: No problem. Don't come back too early, or they might make you take the classes as well. Irene Mincine: Irene> "At least they're distance learning classes. I can do it in the science library." William Chocox: Well good day to you too. I'll make sure to not stop by when my transfer orders come through. Reynolds, we have homework to do. Go get yours done. ::goes into his office:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Oh, you know how doctors make you wait and wait..." :: With a smirk. :: Cptn Swain: << They have zoom, but don't tempt me to make everyone go to an in person holo lecture >> Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles:: Hurry up and get out of here. Irene Mincine: :: Val hurries out of sickbay and logs herself as on medical leave before she can get dragged to a class. She rushes onto the station through a docking port. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Slinks around the corner to join Will in the engineering lab.:: We should make that hologram take the class, too. ::Grumbling.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0510.2020 Excalibur is nearing Starbase 46(?) to begin untangling their computer core. Science has been working on a secret project for Swain, while Medical has been dealing with everyone being on knife edge after the last week or so. There's even reports we might get shoreleave, but at the rate this crew goes well, I wouldn't book a ticket to Risa.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Having managed to regain control of the ships system's by putting the alien device into a diagnostics mode, the Excalibur has ended its survey of the Sellaris Expanse prematurely and is now headed back to Federation space and the nearest starbase. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on deck 12 inside the main computer core access room, studying their digital stowaway in person - very, very carefully :: William Chocox: ::stands in Engineering, having been carefully avoiding Captain Swain for the past day:: Irene Mincine: :: Val's at her usual spot at helm. She's been in a pretty bad mood since the computer went haywire the other day. :: Hakran K'hal: :: on the bridge, having been carefully avoiding their astrocartographer for the past day :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's at the second science station. She surreptitiously slips Hakran a padd. :: "I've got an idea on how to solve... the, uh, ticking time bomb." Hakran K'hal: :: accepts the padd, comments grimly :: We have so many of them right now, figuratively and literally, we're going to have to start a catalog. Cptn Swain: ::Enters the bridge, looking rather sour:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I found the requisition number for--" :: She clears her throat once Swain enters the bridge. :: "Uh, yeah, that's a star all right..." Hakran K'hal: :: gives the padd a quick read, nods :: Maryse Dubois: ::Out in main sickbay for the time being.:: Cptn Swain: Mister K'hal, a word please? Hakran K'hal: Sir? Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip of tea:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Sorry, guys. I'm not feeling that great and need to go lie down. I'll see you all next week. )) Rhan K'hal: (( get some rest, feel better )) William Chocox: ((Night! Stay safe!)) Irene Mincine: (( later! )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene keeps herself occupied at the science station while totally not listening to whatever's going on. :: William Chocox: ::William prods various levels on the warp core, making sure everything is still up and safe:: Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::Comes up behind William:: Sir. William Chocox: ::jumps:: Ah! ::takes a deep breath:: Yes? Hakran K'hal: :: swivels in his chair, trying to figure if Swain wants him to join him or just needs his attention :: Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::Mildly delighted but hiding it:: We've found a plasma leak in one of the secondary intercooler junctions on deck 6. It's nothing major, but we thought you might want to come take a look. We're not sure where it came from. Cptn Swain: ::Takes another sip, before making a motion for K'Hal to join him on the opposite side of the bridge:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises, trots over :: What can I do for you, sir? Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides over to Science I in the meantime. :: Cptn Swain: ::Lowly:: I understand you picked up some, unusual feedback from the probes? Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Cptn Swain: Interesting. ::Takes a sip of tea:: Compile all the data and send it on secure channel to Starfleet HQ. ::Hands him a padd:: To these individuals. William Chocox: Sounds like a good idea. Let me get my toolkit and we'll go. ::grabs the kit from beside the console and walks with Turkon:: Cptn Swain: ::Pauses:: Then make a copy for us and delete it from the records. Hakran K'hal: :: accepts the padd and nods :: Mostly already done sir, I anticipated something along these lines. Cptn Swain: Good. I want you to start doing an analysis on the data. I want you see if you can find where it was being directed. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Is a bit frustrated that she can't hear what's going on, other than that she's keeping an eye on the sensors. :: Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::nods and follows along:: Things have been a bit crazy lately haven't they sir? Indaura Ryssan: :: Makes her way down to the mess for a bite to eat :: William Chocox: That's a bit of an understatement. Where on deck 6 is the issue? Hakran K'hal: Understood. I imagine you want to keep this pretty tight, but is it all right to keep Ensign Mincine with me on this? Cptn Swain: Turkon> Section 32, sir, Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Just tell her not to sell my silverware again. She's lucky it wasn't my good, good silverware. William Chocox: Alright. How bad is the leak? Hakran K'hal: :: gamely keeps a smile off of his face :: Of course, Captain. Cptn Swain: Turkon> It was relatively small. We got it sealed it off, but it's just a strange place for a leak sir. William Chocox: You have a good point there, let's see if we can't find out where it's coming from. Cptn Swain: Now, I have some work to do. ::Gives him a head bob:: Indaura Ryssan: :: As she sat, she wondered if a secluded corner of the mess would make a good counseling session location :: Hakran K'hal: :: returns head bob, heads back over to science :: Hakran K'hal: We've got work. :: contemplative pause :: Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way to his ready room and disappears:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides back to Science II. :: "Oh?" Hakran K'hal: +Tiran+ Ensign Tiran, report to the bridge for the remainder of the duty shift. Hakran K'hal: Izal deserves a break and it's time to break your fellow biologist out of his lab again. Hakran K'hal: We'll work in my office again. William Chocox: ::walks up to the offending location with Turkon:: Let's see what our problem is. Rhan K'hal: :: pops up in sickbay :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I think I get the picture." :: She picked up a couple things from her seat and stood up. :: "Let's go." Hakran K'hal: :: heads to the lift :: Maryse Dubois: ::Glances over at the doors.:: Hey. Rhan K'hal: :: looks miserable, tail swishy and twitchy :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from her seat, putting her PADD down.:: Are you alright? ::Notices the tail.:: Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::points:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows Hakran to the lift. :: "All right..." Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks her coffee, eats her finger sandwiches :: Hakran K'hal: :: waits for the doors to swish closed :: So we're going to play with the probe data, that we officially aren't going to have. Rhan K'hal: I pushed too hard. :: takes the first available biobed and sits on it :: I've been up... 38 hours now, most of it deep-diving into computer code. Irene Mincine: Irene> "The fun kind of probe data. Any idea what we're looking for?" William Chocox: ::looks at it:: Yeah, that's a bog standard plasma leak in a non-bog standard location. Let's open it up and see what the problem is. Rhan K'hal: My head is a M/ARA in the process of breaching. Hakran K'hal: A place. We're to find out where those signals were going to. Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: That's definitely pushing it. ::Grabs a tricorder.:: Sounds simply like exhaustion, but let me check. ::Scans.:: Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::Nods:: Yes sir. That's why we wanted you to take look. Hakran K'hal: :: exits lift on deck 9 :: Irene Mincine: :: Follows Hakran out. :: Irene> "Now that's going to be a fun puzzle. I hope we got enough data to do that..." Hakran K'hal: We'll find out. So if you have any project you haven't already dumped on someone else, dump it. Officially I'm giving you subsection leadership training. Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes her sandwich off and drinks the last of her coffee. She exits the mess and heads back to her office :: William Chocox: Thank you. ::starts pulling out panels to look at the problem:: Maryse Dubois: Yeah it's as I predicted. ::Closes the tricorder.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Nods. :: "Subsection... leadership training? OK... I can dump a few things on K and Valdar." Cptn Swain: Turkon> Oh? Maryse Dubois: So will you be sleeping here, or would you refer your own bed? Maryse Dubois: *prefer Cptn Swain: ::Reading the trashy betazoid romance novel again:: Rhan K'hal: :: ZZZzzz :: William Chocox: For making me feel useful. It's been rough recently. Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay, making her way to the office, glances at Rhan :: Rhan K'hal: :: fell asleep sitting up :: Hakran K'hal: :: codes into his office :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Here it is then. ::She , gently lays him down, then fetches a blanket, putting in on him.:: Maryse Dubois: ::She then dims the lights on that side of the room.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Dubois, whispering :: Is he alright? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Staying awake for over 38 hours will get you eventually. Hakran K'hal: Computer, compile project Eta 332. Transmit over secure channel to the following: :: lists the people on the padd :: Indaura Ryssan: Ugh, would make for a good study, if it had not been done to death over the centuries. Hakran K'hal: :: searches through his desk, comes up with one of those non-Federation tablets that Rhan seems to will into existence :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows him inside and takes a seat. She reacts at some of the names he lists off, too. :: "Those are some important people interested in our analysis." Rhan K'hal: :: sleep mutters something about crazy holospots :: Indaura Ryssan: :: writes something in her padd :: A session after rest perhaps. Cptn Swain: Turkon> ::smiles:: Of course sir. William Chocox: ::starts inspecting the issue:: This is a good and proper leak. What did we do to this thing? Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning )) Hakran K'hal: I imagine they are. I bet Rhan could probably give me a bio off the top of his head, but I'm clueless. Hakran K'hal: :: manually transfers the project onto the unpadd :: Hakran K'hal: :: verifies the integrity of the file transfer, then transfers the data onto a non-federation data crystal :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah. I only know them by name, but..." :: She watches the data transfer go through. :: "Got another one of those things? What is that, Ferengi?" Hakran K'hal: There. :: pulls out a little stand, puts the crystal in it and activates the stand, which lights the crystal up all pretty :: Hakran K'hal: :: sets it on the corner of his desk :: Hiding in plain sight. Hakran K'hal: :: shrugs :: I have no idea where Rhan gets this stuff and I don't ask. Irene Mincine: Irene> "A good policy. So, what's first...?" Cptn Swain: Turkon> Ensign Le'Salle thinks that it was poorly fabricated. Possibly a surge in the EPS unit when everything came back on line. Hakran K'hal: Computer, delete and overwrite project Eta 332. Authorization K'hal Tau Sentry 44. Hakran K'hal: :: gets the confirmation on that :: Cptn Swain: ..and... Irene Mincine: Irene> "...covering our tracks." William Chocox: I'm more inclined to agree with the latter consideration. Hakran K'hal: From now on, everything we put back in for analysis gets dumped back out when we're done and securely deleted. Hakran K'hal: Isn't this fun already? Rhan K'hal: :: starts snoring :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Grins. Her first secret Starfleet op thingy. :: "I think I like this project." Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 0503.2020 Having managed to regain control of the ships system's by putting the alien device into a diagnostics mode, the Excalibur has ended it's survey of the Sellaris Expanse prematurely and is now headed back to Federation space and the nearest starbase.
  8. MISSION BRIEF: When we last left our intrepid crew, they had managed to apparently disarm the device that was taking control of our ship and not a moment too soon as we were headed for Sheliak space. The device has gone into "diagnostic" mode for now and main power and computer control are returning to normal. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: Alright, so step one is to unplug that thing if we can. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Is quite relieved that the ship isn't flying itself into hostile territory. :: "The computer's coming back but I don't think we're going anywhere, Boss. Helm's still locked down tight. You'll be happy to know we're on our side of the border, at least." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I can't disable the connection it has to the power nodes, but I can... ah... sour them? Physically damage so that they can no longer be used? Hakran K'hal: :: the power comes on and the door flies open before he and Irene exert any effort, and cardboard Maryse is grateful and goes back quietly to her desk and making no noise :: William Chocox: As long as you don't break the rest of the ship that sounds like a good idea. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Oh, power's back..." :: When the door opens before she strains herself opening it manually. :: "They should be fine here in sick bay, I guess. Should we get going again?" Rhan K'hal: And I am going to have a peek at my computer to see what it's done to that. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Our heroic efforts have paid off, I suppose. Back to the bridge to see what in blazes is going on. Rhan K'hal: :: commandeers a console that has a chair :: Cptn Swain: ::Enters engineering flanked by the crew that opened his doors:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh finally... :: goes to check her systems :: William Chocox: ::looks over:: Captain on deck! Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Most of the computer functions seem to be back to normal but... Hunter Matheson: ::snap to:: Cptn Swain: ::Gives Will a look:: Save the formality. What, and I say this with every ounce of reserve I can muster, the hell happened down here? Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns right around to the exit. :: "Four more decks to climb." William Chocox: ((Hunter. Rhan, Reynolds, Swain, and I are down in Engineering)) Hunter Matheson: (scratch that...wrong place) Hakran K'hal: Let's try the lifts first, my legs are sore. William Chocox: So...uh...do you want the long version or the short version? Hunter Matheson: (copy) Cptn Swain: ::Takes a very deep breath:: Rhan K'hal: :: turns Tandygram back on, but its frozen :: Cptn Swain: :Closes his eyes to recenter himself, but opens his eyes ot see the hologram of Tandaris:: Cptn Swain: W-w-hat is that? Irene Mincine: Irene> "You really want to take the lifts up when the power *just* came back on?" William Chocox: That is an Emergency Engineering Hologram that I think the Lieutenant is attempting to blame for all of our recent troubles. Rhan K'hal: It's a Trojan Trill who gives very bad advice. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Throws the Captain a worried glance, but doesn't stop what he's doing. As a precaution, he began to disable the power nodes nearby so that it couldn't reconnect.:: Rhan K'hal: And I was going to let it try to explain things itself but the shutdown seems to have frozen its program. William Chocox: His advice was sound. It was your commands to the device that were the interceding cause that caused to power and control issues. Cptn Swain: I should have stayed in bed. William Chocox: (caused the* not caused to) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Where did we end up? Do we have sensors back online? Is there anyone out there? ::Still pacing the bridge, he stopped to stare at the main viewer.:: Rhan K'hal: It was an algorithm I took right out of the holo-Trill's matrix William Chocox: You still inputted it. Cptn Swain: You know. I am not sure if more information is going to hurt or help the collective group of your careers so, let's just skip to what exactly happened. The short version. Rhan K'hal: You're the one that spent 120 bars of latinum on that device. Cptn Swain: 120 bars of... William Chocox: Because it was related to the other devices we've been finding! Cptn Swain: ::Sucks air through his teeth:: Cptn Swain: Alright, save the recriminations for your after-actions report. Is the situation stable? Hakran K'hal: Yes. William Chocox: Yes, Reynolds is currently making it so that it no longer has power. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Answering Stanton. :: "It's coming back online, Boss. We're just on our side of the Sheliak border. Sensors aren't picking up anything. We have maneuvering jets and that's about it, so I hope nothing shows up." Hakran K'hal: I need to spend more time in the gym. William Chocox: Anyway, the short version is that we attempted to figure out how this thing worked, and then a sandbox that *someone* made failed which caused the device to take over the ship, which caused us to wind up, and this is just an assumption mind you, right next to the Sheliak border. Cptn Swain: Wait, so the device was taking control of our systems and redirecting us towards Sheliak space. How... similar is it to the device you found on the Elasian vessel? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, you do." :: Heads off for the turbolifts. "You want a copy of my calisthenics program? I got it from a friend in the Empire before we took off in this thing." Rhan K'hal: Nearly identical, but it also has a transponder. Hakran K'hal: I need more time in the gym, not the morgue. Hunter Matheson: ::checking the status of tactical systems:: William Chocox: And we were able to scan it, unlike the one on the Elasian ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Matheson, do we have weapons and shields back online? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Well *you* don't need to turn the safeties off..." Hunter Matheson: ::Stanton:: Aye, sir. Double checking now. Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: Why would anyone want to hijack a bunch of Elasian warships. Rhan K'hal: To keep them from the Cardassians for a start. Cptn Swain: Alright, get this mess cleaned up. Do not, hook that stupid thing up again, and when this is all over, I think we'll have a senior officer in-service on not playing with alien devices. I am going to the bridge. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the lift :: Cptn Swain: ::Heads towards the exit:: And turn that hologram off. Rhan K'hal: Can I delete it? Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows Hakran inside. :: "Bridge." Cptn Swain: ::Doesn't respond:: Rhan K'hal: :: hrmphs, turns it off :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Enters the bridge:: Hakran K'hal: :: the lift operates, albeit more slowly than usual :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Turns and gives Rex a nod.:: Chief. I see the doors are operating again. Hunter Matheson: ::and he finally shows up after everything is fixed::: Cptn Swain: Rex> Lucky us., huh? Hakran K'hal: :: the lift spits the scientists out onto the bridge :: William Chocox: Reynolds, is that thing disconnected now? Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: notices her boss :: [m] Thank the Prophets. Cptn Swain: Rex> :: Glances over to Matheson, smirks:: Hunter Matheson: ::ignores::: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I'm surprised it worked, really..." :: She rushes out of the turbolift before it decides to eat them and takes her spot at the second science station. :: "OK..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Having ducked to keep from being accused of anything, he slowly reemerged.:: Ah, yes sir. It can't get at the ship's power. That isn't saying that it still can't power up. We'd have to disassemble it for that. Hakran K'hal: Okay, what in the name of the Captain's hocked silverware is going on, Izal? Cptn Swain: ::Walks onto the bridge from the other lift in time to hear that line:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Facepalms with a sigh.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene elbows Hakran and points to the other turbolift. :: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: looking straight off into nowhere :: Nothing much is working, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: rather ominously :: I don't think it matters whether it's hooked up or not. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Sorry Captain. Next time I'll invent a deity. William Chocox: Then we need to check it. Cptn Swain: You know... I am not sure I am ready to learn what that joke is about. After what I just learned in engineering, so I am going to drive past that and just ask for a status report. Rhan K'hal: That's not what I meant. :: taps on the large display over his console :: It's made itself a nice nest inside my computers. Yes plural, it's backed itself up nicely in the aux core too. Irene Mincine: :: Irene, unlike her usual self, looks quite nervous. :: "Well, we just got to the bridge from the astrometrics lab... we got a signal from the probe we sent out just before main power went out..." William Chocox: That's unfortunate. Any idea on how to get rid of it? Rhan K'hal: Beam the cores out and install replacements would be ideal. Since that is unlikely I'm going to have to work on it. Rhan K'hal: :: disgruntled :: First I find the old ChEng uploaded himself into my system and now an alien technology has taken it over. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He finally took his seat, throwing Swain a glance.:: We've regained control of the computers.. for now. It seems as though our systems are rebooting and coming back online. Sensors don't show anything in the area. William Chocox: Technically it's a holographic facsimile of the old CENG, and at the moment we are in control. Rhan K'hal: It's the "at this moment" that worries me. I'm going into the core room to do some direct access. Do let me know if this day gets any worse. Rhan K'hal: :: stomps off, calling Ken with an update :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: does a lot of mmm-hmming for a moment :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: clears throat, looks over to the command area :: Sirs? William Chocox: (m) Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Cptn Swain: ::Obee: Yes? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Mr. K'hal reports that the device has uploaded a considerable amount of some sort of data into both computer cores and it is walled off with very elaborate encryption. Hakran K'hal: :: blinks, mouths "device?" at Irene :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "First I've heard..." William Chocox: ((Do y'all need to be airing my dirty laundry out to everyone on the ship? :P )) Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to where Kenet was but the Bajoran scientist had scarpered quickly after handing over the station :: Cptn Swain: ::Tips his head:: Interesting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Tries desperately hard not to crush his data padd.:: Cptn Swain: Where exactly are we now? Hunter Matheson: ::checking long-range sensors::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Relaxes somewhat after Rhan left engineering.:: Sir? Should we try to rip it apart? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Checks her console. :: "Grid 326 of sector 532, Cap. 35,000 kilometers from the Sheliak border. Navigational ability is negative." William Chocox: As long as we don't trigger a defensive response, yes. Hakran K'hal: :: swivels to his console, notes the science sensor data looking wonky, runs a diagnostic :: Hunter Matheson: ::not much there::: Cptn Swain: As soon as we have navigation back online, move us well away from their border. Cptn Swain: Hopefully no one's been paying attention over there. Hakran K'hal: Sounds like we were delivered to the Sheliak's front door. Did anything ring the bell? Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, I'll press the button once the warp drive's online again. Should I return us to our original position in the T Tauri system?" Hunter Matheson: ::Swain:: Long ranger sensors show negative, Captain. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> I'm unable to determine if ship's communications were used during the computer disturbance, Lieutenant. William Chocox: Though we should probably focus on making sure the ship can move before we continue with extracurriculars. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hrms. :: "Engineering could look at the transceiver system... if it was used, there'd be residual charge in the transmitter array." Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: No. Once we're back up and operating, set course for the nearest Federation starbase. I don't like the idea of a bunch of data hanging out in our warp core and I have some thoughts about that device. Cptn Swain: ::Stanton:: I finally, after like 5 years, get an actual science mission and this is what happens. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Aye sir. I'll check the status of the warp engines. ::Moves to do so.:: Hakran K'hal: I have a feeling they're otherwise occupied, considering. Irene Mincine: Val> "I totally agree, Cap. Setting course for Starbase 46 for once navigation is online again. The computer won't even *list* an ETA with our current top speed." Hakran K'hal: Ken, can you have someone look into that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances sidelong at Swain.:: I thought this was par for the course on Excalibur. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Of course, sir. Cptn Swain: It is. William Chocox: Thank you. ::leans against his console, wondering if he can get the same apartment in San Francisco again when Starfleet busts him down the ladder:: Hakran K'hal: But good idea. Again. Hakran K'hal: Maybe I should sleep deprive you on a regular basis. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Frowns. :: "Isn't that against some convention against cruel and unusual punishment?" Hakran K'hal: ::amused grunt :: Go get some rest. Again. Hopefully I won't have to pull you out once your head hits the pillow twice in one day. Cptn Swain: <annd >>> Hakran K'hal: This sensors diagnostic is going to take forever anyway. Irene Mincine: Irene> "We can only hope..." :: Shuffles off toward the turbolift. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. SD 0426.2020 When we last left our intrepid crew, they had managed to apparently disarm the device that was taking control of our ship and not a moment to soon as we were headed for Sheliak space. The device has gone into "diagnostic" mode for now and main power and computer control are returning to normal.
  10. 04.12.20 - No Sim ---- MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur continues to study a T-Tauri Star near Sheliak space, but a small alteration to the probes at Captain Swain's orders has started to reveal some unusual readings; meanwhile in Engineering Commander Tandaris "Clippy" Admiran in hologram form has returned to assist with a rather pesky device that resembles those we found aboard the Elasian ships. Also medical is exploring a mystery related to some uh, organic packing material. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: in Engineering, calmly adjusts his ears as the alarms start going off, taps a few commands on his padd :: This is why we make things called sandboxes before we let strange devices play with our systems. :: slams the doors on the kiddies and their faux computer jungle gym - whether Spots' program is on the inside is up to the fates :: William Chocox: ::turns to Rhan:: What did you do to my ship?! Hunter Matheson: :::bridge, tac, watching the trash go by::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping out in medical :: Hunter Matheson: :::checking the console, watching for unusual readings that someone mentioned:: Rhan K'hal: Keep your toolbelt fastened, the device is working on a simulated overlay to the real systems. Think of it as a skin-tight hologram. Irene Mincine: :: Val hrmed, smacking the side of her console. :: "The helm's a bit sluggish to respond to my commands, sir." Cptn Swain: << Give me a number 1-20 >> Rhan K'hal: :: jerks a thumb at Spots :: He isn't the only one that can use the holoemitters. Rhan K'hal: (( 2 )) William Chocox: (( 16 )) Hunter Matheson: 17 Irene Mincine: (( 5 )) Indaura Ryssan: (4) William Chocox: Hmph. Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Rhan monitors the sandbox, actual alarms start tripping as the device begins to interface with command and control systems. The warp engines begin powering up and navigation begins plotting a course into Sheliak space. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Standing in the bridge, drink in hand, waiting for clarification on some of the sensor readings.:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa.... William Chocox: ::turns back to his consoles:: REYNOLDS! We need to get this taken care of now! ::glares at Rhan before getting back to work:: Rhan K'hal: :: frowns :: I hate it when it does that. Rhan K'hal: :: taps more commands in an attempt at regaining control of HIS computer :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> What?! ::Freaking out.:: What do we do? Tandaris Admiran: ((Sorry, chat froze on me)) Irene Mincine: :: Val immediately reacts at helm, trying everything she can to get the ship to stop. :: "Commander! We're going to warp and flying straight for the border! Helm's ignoring my commands!" Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Computer locks out Rhan's inputs. In fact, the entire core is starting to encrypt. Hunter Matheson: :::Stanton:: Sir... We're changing course, full power, Sheliak space. Tandaris Admiran: It seems to be hijacking the ship, how exciting. Rhan K'hal: I'd suggest getting the other unit out and reenacting your incident with the EMP Cptn Swain: ::Blissfully unaware what's happening to *his* ship:: Rhan K'hal: Because my computer is not my computer anymore. That's the last time I buy something for you, by the way. William Chocox: ((Is it physically connected to the ship's computer?)) William Chocox: Things were going fine until your attempts at talking to it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> What? ::Strides to helm.:: Shut it down... can you override? Irene Mincine: :: Irene, in the science lab, watches the readings change as the ship starts acting on its own. :: "Um... lieutenant...?" Hakran K'hal: Looks like we're going for a ride. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Captain, we have a situation. You're needed on the bridge immediately. Hunter Matheson: :::forcing tactical to respond to his commands::: Tactical station does not respond. Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office, oblivious to what is happening elsewhere.:: Cptn Swain: +Jalen+ What now? ::Frowns and puts his book down:: Irene Mincine: :: Val shakes her head. She looks frustrated and angry. :: "Been trying since it started, commander. The computer's... locked up, or something. It's not answering any requests. I don't think anything short of pulling the plug to the warp core would stop us." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Engineering+ What's going on down there? We're locked out of helm. Report! Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> I'm afraid the lieutenant is correct, Commander. The computer is being encrypted right under my fingertips. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Unexpected results from a science experiment Commander. We're working on getting it under control. Irene Mincine: :: Irene leans against the science console impotently. :: "I knew I should have stayed in my quarters... Is there anything we can do from here to help?" Hakran K'hal: :: transfers their data to his padd and shuts it off before he loses ability to access it :: Tandaris Admiran: Maybe this is a good time to shut down the core and engage manual overrides? Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading an article entitled: "Feet of the Federation" :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ We've lost control of our systems. Helm, engines... ::Glances at Obee.:: Apparently our computer is locking us out. William Chocox: Yes, yes it is Commander. Shutting everything down. ::slaps the big red button:: Cptn Swain: +Jalen+ W-what. ::Goes to leave his quarters, but the doors are locked.:: Rhan K'hal: :: Tandyholo :: It certainly does seem their data streams are multiplexed. Rhan K'hal: It liked it when ours were too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Trying to regain some control of *something*... *anything*...:: Irene Mincine: :: Val looks up from her console. :: "We're heading straight into Sheliak territory, commander. We're violating about a thousand treaties." Hakran K'hal: I'm having trouble even pulling up more of our sensors. I'm not sure there's anything we can do. Maryse Dubois: ::Notices her computer flicker. It doesn't respond when she tries to adjust it.:: Hmm... Cptn Swain: ACTION> IN response to the commands to sh*tdown, the warp core does not in fact power down. However, Excalibur comes to a stop, just outside of Sheliak space. Irene Mincine: Irene> "We get a ping from the probe, now we're flying to its source?" Cptn Swain: +Jalen+ And I am locked in my quarters now. Indaura Ryssan: (lol) Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: looks at the map :: Well, that was close. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up and, so finds she is stuck in her office when the doors do not open.:: +Indaura+ I uh...may need some help. My office door is stuck. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ I suggest you get it under control faster. Cptn Swain: << Well, thats a typo >> Maryse Dubois: ((haha)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Was it, tho? )) Hunter Matheson: :::close focus on weapons control, shields, long range sensors:::: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Lets out a sigh of relief when the ship stops. :: "Or not. We're holding position 50,000 kilometers from the border beacon. I still have no helm control, though. It did that on its own." Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the data on screen at the console nearest to him :: We did stop. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Weapons, shields, transporter control, navigation, and long range communications are all encrypted. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Dr. Dubois' door :: I am just outside it. Can you hear me? Rhan K'hal: Looks like we didn't quite make it into Sheliak space. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ And get someone to the Captain's quarters ASAP to override his door! Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: William Chocox: Thank you Lieutenant J.G. Obvious. +Stanton+ Aye sir. Hakran K'hal: Let's try getting to the bridge. Hunter Matheson: Commander Stanton, sir. Tactical is not responding to anything. Indaura Ryssan: :: Tries the manual override :: William Chocox: ::starts working on trying to get control back:: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ The manual override is not working. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ I've got engineering coming to you, sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The device itself begins blinking, ominously. Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Keep me updated, what the heck happened? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Good idea." :: She tries the door to the science lab, which doesn't open. :: "...or not. Where's the manual override?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Swings the panel away to release the magnetic clamps :: Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ Alright. I'll make a call. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Swain+ Engineering reports an out of control experiment. Details are still unclear, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Yells :: Father said I should have been an engineer. Hakran K'hal: :: kneels down next to the door and opens the panel, flips the switch :: Cptn Swain: +Stanton+ Oh good lord. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ What is happening? I'm stuck in my office. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Poo. Fan. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Main power flickers and back ups kick in. But it's now ominously dark with red flashing lights because isn't that what always happens? Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Great Irene Mincine: :: Irene pulls open the science lab door with her astonishing Klingon strength. :: "We're free. Let's get to deck 1." Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at the dark red lights.:: Hakran K'hal: Hold up. :: grabs an emergency kit to haul along, plus two phasers :: William Chocox: Reynolds! Where's that one we technically do not have?! Hunter Matheson: :::attempting to reroute tactical console, muttering:: Not good. Hakran K'hal: :: holds out one of the phasers to Irene :: Now we can go. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Strides over to the lift to call it to the bridge and finds it locked down. Moves to the Captain's ready room, but finds the door locked, as well.:: Anybody got anything? Anybody? ::Looking to the others on the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up :: Great Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ The door is still locked Rhan K'hal: :: mostly watching the computer do its own thing, occasionally presses something to get more information rather than trying to change anything :: Hunter Matheson: ::and where the hell is his superior officer that might even be able to lend a hand::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> It misfiled it in the aux storage. ::Runs to go get it.:: Maryse Dubois: Well it's nice to know my office can serve as a brig cell in a pinch... William Chocox: We may have EMP our way out of this. Knowing our luck though, it'll be impervious to the EMP. Hunter Matheson: ::Stanton:: None here, sir. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Shakes her head. :: "Main power's out, so we don't have to worry about going anywhere. Helm's nada. I... I think I felt another burst of energy from whatever they're doing in engineering through my implants, like I did before." Cptn Swain: Rex> +Bridge+ Security to the bridge. What the heck is going on up here. We're all locked in down here in security. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Chocox to Stanton. Rhan K'hal: I did recommend that BEFORE we were parked at the border of Sheliak space you know. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Mm-hmm." :: She takes the phaser and heads off with Hakran. :: "Just in case the Sheliak pay us a visit..." Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to the sickbay door and...it won't open :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Comes back lugging their purloined EMP device.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Go ahead. Tandaris Admiran: ::looks at the device:: What's this? Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ I am locked in sickbay. Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ Matheson here sir. Everything's locked down. Working on it now. Rhan K'hal: That's the one that EMP'd. It was "lost" on its way to transfer to Starfleet Security. Cptn Swain: +Hunter+ Lovely. We're trying to get the doors open, but the manual overrides aren't working. Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ I don't suppose there is anyone around that is strong enough to free us from sickbay? We're all a little stuck. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Drops it on the workspace.:: Sir? Do you think it wise to active this thing? William Chocox: It's another Sheliak device. It's the one that caused the EMP on the ship the Elasians were selling to the Cardassians. +Stanton+ Commander, we're preparing to trigger an EMP to try to regain control of the ship. ::covers his comm badge:: No, but when I've run out of good ideas I turn to the bad ones. Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Glad I was not under a biobed scanner. Hunter Matheson: +Rex+ Copy that, sir. Nothing's working, sir. Trying. Hakran K'hal: Looks like we'll be climbing. :: opens a jefferies tube hatch :: Hunter Matheson: (Just don't get stuck in the tube) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ An EMP?! You think that's going to work? Cptn Swain: (( Once more with feeling, everyone give me a number 1-10 )) Irene Mincine: Irene> "I needed a good workout. Shame the air conditioning isn't on backup power..." Irene Mincine: (( 7 )) Rhan K'hal: ((3)) Maryse Dubois: ((8)) Hakran K'hal: ((1)) Hunter Matheson: (7.02) William Chocox: (( 8 )) Indaura Ryssan: ((1)) Cptn Swain: (( 5 )) Irene Mincine: Val> :: Looked a bit worried hearing Stanton yelling about an EMP. :: William Chocox: +Stanton+ I ran out of good ideas so I'm turning to the bad ideas. Rhan K'hal: ::Will:: Oh, by the way. I have a feeling the transponder on that has been going off. Just in case you needed to be more worried. Hakran K'hal: :: climbing, climbing, climbing :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> ::Val:: Lieutenant... do you need to ah... turn off your eye before they try that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Maryse+ We're working on it, Doctor. Hang tight. Engineering is doing what they can. William Chocox: ::wheels around and points at K'hal:: I do not need comments from the peanut gallery right now. Irene Mincine: Val> "I'd have to go to sickbay to do that." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Oh... nuts. Rhan K'hal: :: shrugs, turns to Tandygram :: Was he this grumpy as a #2? William Chocox: ::turns back to Reynolds:: I've tried telling it to turn off, I've tried ejecting the core, I've tried breaking back into the computer and nothing's worked so far. Do you have a better idea than setting off an EMP? Because my next bad idea is shooting it with a phaser. Tandaris Admiran: ::K'hal:: We can deal with interpersonal conflict later. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Shakes his head.:: Uh... no, sir. I think the phaser thing would be a very bad idea. Rhan K'hal: That's easy for you to say, if the EMP works we'll be waking you up in a few hours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I've already tried severing the power and it is clinging to the nodes like a mechanical leech. Maryse Dubois: ::Leans on her desk as she waits.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: A device this sophisticated would be shielded against EMPs, no? Tandaris Admiran: We might just make it angry. William Chocox: ::looks over at Tandygram:: Then I need an idea. Irene Mincine: Irene> "What deck are we on, anyway?" :: Climbing... ::: Hakran K'hal: :: stops at a 4 way exchange :: Deck 5. Sickbay is just off of here. Should we check in or keep on keepin' on? Tandaris Admiran: Why don't we view this as an opportunity instead of a crisis? William Chocox: ::gives Tandygram a look:: Because it is a crisis. Tandaris Admiran: The device is clearly working, which means we were on the right track to communicating with it. Tandaris Admiran: ::walks around the perimeter, stroking his chin:: We just need to keep it talking. Irene Mincine: Irene> "We might as well see if we can get more info from there." Rhan K'hal: :: tilts head, looks at Tandygram :: How would you like a holobuddy? Tandaris Admiran: Hmm? Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Beats climbing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Do we have sensors? Even passive sensors? Can we see what's going on out there? ::Pacing.:: Rhan K'hal: Well, we're talking to a computer right now, technically. Why not... invite our new overlord to join us? Hakran K'hal: :: climbs off and starts crawling toward the sickbay hatch :: Hunter Matheson: :::and meanwhile, on MARDEK, some are stuck in the showers, toilets don't work, instructors try to pry open the doors, and all kinds of other stuff::: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Shakes her head. :: "I've got nothing on navigation. We could be flying into a star and I wouldn't know." Tandaris Admiran: I'm not sure the computer can handle the overhead of translating Sheliak command protocols into an optronic interface and also generate some form of personality template. But you might be on to something Tandaris Admiran: A device like this must have diagnostic protocols. Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Do we know what happened? Tandaris Admiran: If we could send it some kind of error signal, perhaps we could trick it into thinking it needs to shut down and run a diagnostic cycle. Hakran K'hal: :: pops out next to the sickbay doors :: Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ Not at the moment. Tandaris Admiran: If we channel the multiplexed signals through the holographic emitters, that might garble them enough to confuse the device. In a good way. Rhan K'hal: I'm in, but he :: thumb point to Will :: has to buy what you're selling. Irene Mincine: :: Irene pulls the manual override on the sickbay doors. :: "Anything?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Looks at Chocox.:: What if the hologram has been taken over by that thing? It could be giving us bad advice. ::Scowling at the Tandy Holo, that he still did not trust.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Normally you know I'm all for blowing things up, but this is one time we need to finesse it. Hakran K'hal: :: opens the emergency kit and grabs the magnetic clamps :: Let's try these. William Chocox: It's the best idea I've heard that doesn't involve weapons. Hakran K'hal: :: whaps one on each door, takes the left side :: Tandaris Admiran: The device is clearly reacting out of self-defense. It's trying to seize control of Excalibur. If we can overwhelm it into a diagnostic mode, we buy ourselves time to regain control. Irene Mincine: :: Irene takes the right side. :: "OK, let's go!" :: Struggles mightily to open the door. :: Hakran K'hal: :: heaves :: Tandaris Admiran: You'll have to take my program offline for a minute while you emit the erroneous signals through the holo-emitters. Rhan K'hal: I promise not to delete you. Yet. William Chocox: That's fine. Let's get to work. Tandaris Admiran: :::K'hal:: And I promise not to reprogram the alien device to epilate you hair by hair. Am I getting the hang of this "banter" thing? Irene Mincine: Irene> "I think it's... going..." Rhan K'hal: Apparently. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Well? What's going on down there? Any progress? Tandaris Admiran: It's not in my programming, but I think I might be a fas...”::disappears as he's deactivated:: Cptn Swain: (( lol )) Rhan K'hal: :: taptaptap - turns off Tandygram :: Cptn Swain: 3 MINUTE WARNING Hakran K'hal: :: between the two of them they manage to slide the double doors open enough for most fit crewmembers to fit through :: Irene Mincine: "Why are these doors... not fail-safe, anyway...?" :: Irene lets go of the magnetic clamp, exhausted. :: William Chocox: +Stanton+ We're not going with the EMP, we're instead going to attempt to force the device into a diagnostic cycle. Hakran K'hal: Thats :: wheeze :: a good :: wheeze :: question. :: wheeze :: Cptn Swain: ::Meanwhile an engineering team has finally opened his door, but have informed him of the turbolifts being down, and he decided to go with them back to engineering:: Hakran K'hal: :: sticks head through doorway into sickbay :: Anybody home? Indaura Ryssan: I am here. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Everyone okay in there?" Rhan K'hal: :: inputs a few final programmatic notes :: Ready on my end. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the mag clamps off and squeezes inside :: Maryse Dubois: ::Thought she heard a couple more voices. Stands up from her desk corner.:: Indaura Ryssan: Can you get the doctor, the other doctor, out of her office? Hakran K'hal: Oh, more breaking and entering. Yay. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sweaty, but still going. :: "Ready for round 2?" Hakran K'hal: Let's do it. :: sees the releases have already been thrown open so slaps the clamps on the door at staggered heights :: Hakran K'hal: I'll go low, I have more lower leg power. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ If you think that will work, then get it done. We're sitting ducks out here. Hakran K'hal: :: crouches down, digs his boots in :: William Chocox: On three Reynolds. One...two...three... ::activates what they need to:: Rhan K'hal: All right. Here goes everything. :: pushes the button :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The device blinks a few more times, before beeping at a high enough pitch that only Rhan or other hearing enhanced species could hear, and then finally shutting down. Computer lock outs are overriden, and main power comes back online, but there's also now a giant encrypted data file in the computer core. Hakran K'hal: :: pullllllllls :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes higher, shoving the door open, hopefully... :: "You... need my workout program." Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0412.2020 - No Sim SD 0419.2020 Excalibur continues to study a T-Tauri Star near Sheliak space, but a small alteration to the probes at Captain Swain's orders has started to reveal some unusual readings; meanwhile in Engineering Commander Tandaris "Clippy" Admiran in hologram form has returned to assist with a rather pesky device that resembles those we found aboard the Elasian ships. Also medical is exploring a mystery related to some uh, organic packing material.
  12. MISSION BRIEFING: Excalibur continues to study the T-Tauri star on the edge of Sheliak space, while engineering is making progress in determining what exactly the device they have placed in a "spa" does. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: drinking coffee for her troubled soul :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's in her bunk, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the star they're studying. She made a discovery! Yay. :: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the area at tactical:: Cptn Swain: Colmack> ::The sandy blond medical lab technician entered medical with a deeply furrowed brow, looking for someone above her paygrade.:: William Chocox: ::is standing in Engineering:: But we do know that it can actually be talked to rather than exploding in lights and radiation every time we so much as look at it. Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, studying data quietly after having sent the report with Irene's idea off :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Squinting at the readings scrolling on his screen. He prodded a few of the spikes and flicked them off into his chart parameters.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::still in engineering, reading everything in the database about the Sheliak...it isn't much:: William Chocox: ::looks at what Reynolds is doing:: Anything interesting there? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking through sickbay, notices Colmack.:: Ms. Colmack? Do you need something? Rhan K'hal: :: leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the engineers for the moment :: Cptn Swain: Colmack> ::Smiles, pleased to have found someone important to foist this back off on:: Yes, Ma'am. I finished my analysis of the samples your staff took from the engineering staff exposed to the contaminated shipping container. Irene Mincine: :: Irene wrote up a report on the Sheliak recently, didn't she? She hops out of her bunk and digs through her things. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Spies Colmack. She continues to drink from the mug in her hand. She needed more practice listening. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After reviewing yet another report and signing off on a dozen more, Jalen rose from his seat on the bridge to stretch with a loud, jaw popping, neck crunching groan. He grunted as he compressed again and sighed.:: Anything new on sensors? ::Asking anyone who was still awake on bridge duty.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "Nada." :: Came the response from helm. :: Maryse Dubois: Oh? What did you find? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Ah, looks like a cyclical spike in energy readings. I'm charting it now. Seems to be a pattern here. William Chocox: Alright Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Everything is quiet on the communications front. :: halfway to the replicator :: Hunter Matheson: Nothing on tactical, Commander. One bunch of garbage that floated past. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: gets a bottle of water :: Get anyone anything? Tandaris Admiran: Limbs Hunter Matheson: And here I thought that we only did that on earth a long time back. ::cynical:: William Chocox: I've got four of them Commander Admiran. Tandaris Admiran: Chocox, quick, how ma...oh, good. Anticipated me. Tandaris Admiran: ::looks down:: So do I. ::looks around:: Most of us do. Tandaris Admiran: But the Sheliak ... the Sheliak aren't humanoid. Rhan K'hal: Oh for heaven sake, stop calling him by his rank, he's a hologram. And I can give you six more if you want. William Chocox: Argument could be made that Lieutenant K'hal has 5 limbs, but I'm not sure how his tail is classified anatomically speaking. And it's just polite. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Waves a hand at Obee.:: Black coffee. The strong stuff, but not Klingon. ::Shudders.:: Cptn Swain: Colmack> ::frowns, and hands her a PADD:: I've never seen anything like this before. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Of course, Commander. :: orders one up, delivers the steaming cup to Stanton :: Maryse Dubois: Well that doesn't sound reassuring. ::Takes the PADD, looking it over.:: Tandaris Admiran: We don't actually know what the Sheliak look like. We just get vague images when we communicate. But they almost certainly have more than 2 primary limbs. William Chocox: And? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Appreciated. ::He took a careful sip before he started to pace, working circulation back into his limbs.:: So... space garbage, huh? Composition? William Chocox: Are you thinking that if we had multiple limbs we'd be able to get it to work? Irene Mincine: Val> "Commander..." :: She didn't seem enthused about the prospects of tracking down space garbage.; :: Cptn Swain: Colmack> It appears to be some sort of proto-fungal growth. I ran it through the computer and the closest we could match it is to... ::frowns:: Breen reproductive byproduct. Tandaris Admiran: We don't need multiple limbs. But we do need to think like users who have more than 2 limbs. Maryse Dubois: Oh my... Rhan K'hal: Why, do we need to scratch our buts at the same time we press buttons on the opposite sides of the unit? Cptn Swain: Colmack> But that seems ... well.. unlikely given where we're at and that the cells were still alive far above temperatures the Breen can survive. Anyway... you can read my full report. Unless there was something else. William Chocox: That's easier said than done Commander. Tandaris Admiran: ::whirls on Rhan:: Look, you can make slights on my photonic nature all you like, I don't care. I am, after all, as you say, "just a hologram." But if you don't actually care about discovering what this device does or helping us out here, then you can go back to the Bridge or whichever other part of this ship best suits your ... ::wrinkles his nose:: sourpuss humour. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes.:: I think that will be all, thank you. Rhan K'hal: What I would like is for you to get to the point. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Waves off Val's concern.:: I'm just asking if the sensors happened to pick anything up. Tandaris Admiran: I just did. We need to consider that the device is keyed to input from users with multiple limbs. Tandaris Admiran: It would make sense that their data streams would be multiplexed as well. Why would a multi-limbed species necessarily use binary coding? Cptn Swain: Colmack> ::nods and vanishes, never to be seen again, but perhaps mentioned in random dialog over the next few seasons.:: Irene Mincine: :: Val sighs. :: "There was a minor energy flux reading on one navigational scanner. It could be out of alignment. :: William Chocox: That's a good point. Cptn Swain: ::Getting engrossed in his novel.:: Hunter Matheson: :::sensors picking things up...hm...::: Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes narrow, now wondering where the garbage came from and why it's there, floating around... unless it's not garbage::: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks over at Indaura.:: Why would they use a proto-fungus as a packing material? Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: at bridge science :: All readings from the T-Tauri are within expected parameters. And whatever it was was non-organic, that would've set off an alert, considering our location. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Run a diagnostic. Let's be certain. ::Taking a bit of a stroll around the bridge, he paused at the auxiliary tactical station since the man tactical station was being handled by Matheson, poking a bit at the various sensor readings.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Frowning at his chart.:: Well... definitely a power cycle here. It seems to be ramping up. Warming up for something? Irene Mincine: "Aye." :: Val sounded extremely bored. She tapped the controls and initiated a diagnostic cycle on the navigational sensors and auto-deflector. :: Hunter Matheson: :::also poking around, looking for that piece of junk that he should have followed for a while::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene, meanwhile, had found a flask among her Klingon ritual goods. She unscrewed the top and sniffed the contents. She retched and threw the entire flask in the replicator's garbage receptacle. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: arrives back at ops with his bottle of water, sips as he checks over the console :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Thinks :: Perhaps it prevented some other contagion from spreading. William Chocox: ::walks over to look at Reynolds charts:: What's happening? Indaura Ryssan: Do we know which of the four types this proto-fungus is? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Points at the spiky bits.:: The cycles are growing closer, like the device is revving or increasing speed. No noticeable changes elsewhere, but it is definitely active. Rhan K'hal: :: on his XL sized padd, working on something, his ears swiveling to catch the chatter when needed :: William Chocox: Hm...interesting. We don't happen to have something like this for the previous times it activated? Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Indaura the PADD that she was given.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Nothing we could detect. Then again, before we were being a bit too intrusive, I guess. Indaura Ryssan: :: Reads :: William Chocox: Good point. Does it look like anything is about to happen aside from the power cycles? Indaura Ryssan: We will have to see how this fungus reproduces... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The science team gets a notification from one of the probes, and it does not appear to be on a bandwidth normally scanned by science probes, but on one Swain had instructed the science teams to adjust the probes to monitor. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I mean... not that I can see. I'm monitoring all other outputs, but don't see anything else terribly strange. Hakran K'hal: :: gets an alert, checks on it :: Hakran K'hal: :: ears perk :: William Chocox: Hm...I almost want to scan it deeper to see what's happening, but I'm scared that that would set it off. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ K'hal to Ensign Mincine, report to my office. Irene Mincine: :: Irene gets the transmission as she's about to break open a bottle of bloodwine. She closes her eyes, burying her Klingon grumpiness, then answers as calm as a model officer. :: "Mincine here. On my way." :: She packs it up and heads off to the science office. :: Maryse Dubois: Small scale of course. We don't want that getting out of control. Hakran K'hal: :: to himself :: So much for the computer just filing these away. Tandaris Admiran: We could try modifying the protocols we're using. Tandaris Admiran: See what kind of response that provokes William Chocox: That sounds like a good plan. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Provokes? I don't like the sound of that... Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrives at Hakran's office. :: "You just sent me off duty..." William Chocox: As in "What happens after we do that." not "How aggressive will it be." Tandaris Admiran: Sure. Tandaris Admiran: Sure. Hakran K'hal: :: looks up at Irene :: I know, but I have a feeling you'd be more annoyed if I hadn't called you. We got a notification from the probe. And it most certainly isn't about a micro-wormhole. Though to be honest I'm not entirely sure what it is for. Indaura Ryssan: I will get right on it Doctor. Irene Mincine: :: Irene perks up. Now she's happy again. :: "Oh? We got something? What direction's it coming from? Wish we knew what we were *looking* for, but..." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Alright Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to set up the experiment :: Hakran K'hal: Let's see exactly what we have. Hakran K'hal: :: opens the full information packet from the probe :: Irene Mincine: "Sounds good." :: Irene sets to analyzing the readings, pinpointing the source, strength, etc... :: Rhan K'hal: You want a multi-limbed approach, well then, here's a set that a Tholian on its head couldn't juggle. :: updates the "conversation" :: William Chocox: ::watches:: Hakran K'hal: I'm a bit surprised that it so openly waved the flag. Apparently this isn't meant to be hands off, whatever it is. Though it wouldn't surprise me if the Captain came flying through the doors in ten seconds. Irene Mincine: "He can't hide it from us, we're the ones who are supposed to be looking for the flag." :: Irene crunches away at the probe's results. :: Rhan K'hal: :: tucks his padd under his arm again, waits to see what their little device thinks of it :: Hakran K'hal: I was hoping it would just encrypt it and send it off to the nearest Starfleet comm relay and leave us alone. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Guess that's the captain's job, not ours." Tandaris Admiran: ACTION> The device's conversation with the computer picks up the pace. The device accesses critical command pathways, setting off a lot of alarms. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 0405.2020 Excalibur continues to study the T-Tauri star on the edge of Sheliak space, while engineering is making progress in determining what exactly the device they have placed in a "spa" does.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off, Engineering had acquired the services of a a hologram Tandaris, who apparently had managed to stick a "Clippy" program, but for "unconventionally engineering" in the Excalibur computer core. He suggested they "take the device to the spa." Whilst science came up with a novel theory to explain our grumpy T-Tauri star. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: with Reynolds having pushed the button, waits to see if Tandaris' Massage Parlor helps :: William Chocox: ::watches with K'hal:: Cptn Swain: << Give me a number engineering folks 1-10 >> Hunter Matheson: :::Tactical:::: Rhan K'hal: (( 9 )) William Chocox: (( 8 )) Irene Mincine: Irene> "Writing, writing, writing..." :: Irene's writing up a report about their theories about the star's formation. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ( 4 ) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The device seems to calm down, considerably. "Clippy" nods approvingly, but apparently there's a short in the holographic imagers and for the moment, the holotandy vanishes. Hakran K'hal: :: in astrometrics with Irene, working on the math section of the report :: Rhan K'hal: :: watches HoloTandy disappear :: He must've forgot to program himself for success. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking through sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks at the data :: William Chocox: Apparently. So it's calmed down, but we still need to know what it actually does. Hunter Matheson: :::sweeping the area, focus on anything that shouldn't be there, which is a whole lot 'cause he's never been here before:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::sighs with relief.:: Maybe it'll let us scan it now to find out. William Chocox: You could try. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is happily writing away. :: Irene> "This is what I like doing, not getting shot at..." Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: It's far superior to writing personnel reviews, too. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Ensign Mincine, rating 100%. Discovered a new, funkier T Tauri star variation. There." Hakran K'hal: Since we've changed ships though, the clock got reset on that so there's still another 113 days before the next round is due. Hakran K'hal: I'll jot that down as a possible lead statement though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Okay, but don't blame me if it starts getting irritated again. ::He engaged their scans and set the computer to start prodding the device in a gentler fashion, like a deep tissue massage.:: Rhan K'hal: :: crosses arms, observes :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "All right." William Chocox: ::watches and waits for data:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up at Dr. Dubois :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Hello Cptn Swain: ::Still in his quarters, drinking tea and reading the Betazoid novel:: Hakran K'hal: There, I think that'll about do it for the math. :: does one of those jaw-splitting felinoid yawns that make you glad your head isn't anywhere near that gaping mouth :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Betazoid *romance* novel )) Hunter Matheson: :::Crenshaw sends him the list of bogus serial numbers::: Irene Mincine: "You look like you need a raktajino, or a nice long nap..." :: The contagious yawn spreads to Irene, who isn't quite able to unhinge her jaw like that... :: William Chocox: Well, it still hasn't blown up yet. Cptn Swain: (( Romance was a period, not a genre )) Hakran K'hal: Too sedentary in too dark of a room is all. I'll just need a good walk after we're done. Rhan K'hal: Give it time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> To blow up?! ::Throws Rhan a look.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::his hologram reappears facing a bulkhead again:: Well that was—oh, come on! ::turns around:: That was inconvenient. Everyone still alive? William Chocox: Yes sir. Rhan K'hal: If you expect the worst, you can't be disappointed. Rhan K'hal: Welcome back Spotty. So far, so good. Hunter Matheson: :::mutter::: Crap.... +com+ LtCdr Rex, Matheson. Sending you the list of bogus serial numbers, sir. Not many, but worked over. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Jumps at the hologram's reappearance.:: Oh, good. That thing is back. William Chocox: Without Commander Admiran you wouldn't have the Engineering Chief you have today. Tandaris Admiran: ::approaches the device, careful not to get too close:: Good, good. So now we can begin the real work. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "Yeah, sounds good to me, too. I like the dark astrometrics room, but I prefer a bright genetics lab." Cptn Swain: Rex> +Matheson+ I see. Well, glad we caught them. Good work. Hakran K'hal: :: sends his portion over to Irene :: Wrap it up. I'd say put a bow on it too, but then you'd have to hand-deliver it. Indaura Ryssan: Hello Doctor. I hear they have found or discovered... something, a new hologram Rhan K'hal: And what, pray tell, is the "real work?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Isn't this... already real work? ::Blinking.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Feels pretty real... and dangerous... to me. Hunter Matheson: :::continues to scan the area for something other than stars, asteroids, space dust, and other junk::: Rhan K'hal: And no, you can't turn it into a cloaking device. William Chocox: Unless the possible outcome is immediate death it typically isn't real enough for Commander Admiran. Tandaris Admiran: Figuring out how to interact and control with the device, of course. William Chocox: That's also a good point. Tandaris Admiran: Unless you like remaining ignorant and at the mercy of possibly hostile alien tech. Irene Mincine: "Gotcha." :: Irene collects the report parts together and prepares it for sending off. :: "We should be good now to send this off to... wait, you're the science officer..." Rhan K'hal: Oh, I never would've thought of that without your assistance. Woe is my tiny little mind. Hunter Matheson: ::blink::: Huh..... ::zooms in, talking to himself::: Looks like someone left their garbage. Hakran K'hal: :: gets up, heads over to Irene's console and sends the report to Swain with a CC to Stanton :: Hakran K'hal: There. Maryse Dubois: Oh? What kind of hologram? Indaura Ryssan: Not an EMH or even an ECH... for engineering. Hakran K'hal: Done. You're officially off duty until your shift starts tomorrow. Irene Mincine: Irene> "There we go." :: She stretches out her back after all that work. "Break tiiiiime!" William Chocox: ((Who told?!)) Tandaris Admiran: So, ideas? Hunter Matheson: ::and yeah...it's garbage::: Rhan K'hal: How about a little acupuncture to go with your massage? Send a single data packet in various frequencies to see just how this thing likes to talk. William Chocox: This is the farthest we've gotten so I haven't the foggiest. William Chocox: Though that's a good idea. Tandaris Admiran: Agreed. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::in his office, looking over the information on the serial numbers. It was a bit concerning. He forwarded along the information to both command and operations. Procurement issues were decidedly "not his problem.":: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks quite happy to be off duty. She's been on duty for 16 hours straight. :: "Yes... all right. I'll keep an ear out for calls about the report." Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Now let's escape from this dreary dungeon. And not tell Dasnh I said that. Rhan K'hal: :: snags the console and programs in a series of data pings :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I won't tell Valdar if you don't." :: She heads for the big double doors at the end of the room. :: Maryse Dubois: Hmm...That's interesting. I wonder who it resembles. Hakran K'hal: :: follows :: Rhan K'hal: There, I've programmed to do it relatively slowly. Wouldn't want it to think we're probing it. Just, whispering sweet nothings. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::More than happy to let someone else poke the thing for a bit.:: Rhan K'hal: Activating... now. :: pulls the lever :: Indaura Ryssan: I have no idea. Hakran K'hal: Good work Irene, enjoy your rest. Irene Mincine: "Thank you." :: Irene heads off to her quarters from astrometrics. :: Tandaris Admiran: ACTION> The device definitely reacts to the data packets. Power levels spike, but not in the threatening way like before. Readings are more complex and ordered. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: gets Rex's forward, but is already working on it thanks to his prior eavesdropping :: William Chocox: That's new. Rhan K'hal: Looks like it's multilingual, in a sense. It's reacting to a number of different frequencies. That's not generally how you design something unless you don't know whether you can get through with a "preferred" channel. Rhan K'hal: Unless its designed to be a set of very efficient ears. Something I'd know a thing or two about. William Chocox: I mean, it wouldn't surprise me. Hakran K'hal: :: takes a power walk through the corridors :: Rhan K'hal: Let's see. :: cross-references the "active" received channels with known device frequencies in the database :: Tandaris Admiran: Well, what do we know about the Sheliak? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Suddenly inundated with reports, he sighed and stood, heading for the replicator.:: Rhan K'hal: They're not too fond of anyone not Sheliak, for a start. Tandaris Admiran: True, hence the defensive protocols. Tandaris Admiran: Anything perhaps more pertinent to communication, command & control? William Chocox: That they're confusing as hell? Rhan K'hal: They also have a remarkable consideration for the tiniest of details. Indaura Ryssan: I don't think I can counsel a hologram, can I? Maryse Dubois: You could always try Tandaris Admiran: Detail-oriented, good. Hakran K'hal: :: emerges onto the bridge feeling a bit peppier after his walk :: Indaura Ryssan: +Captain+ The grapevine is that there's a new hologram on the ship? Rhan K'hal: And if memory serves, even if they didn't want to talk to us they still learned a few of our languages anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Val is in her usual spot at helm up on the bridge. :: Tandaris Admiran: So they're good with languages. Maybe their device has a rich language interface as a result? The frequency modulations could give us a clue about how to map the command pathways. Rhan K'hal: Hmm. I guess I'll just have to have a sit-down conversation with the little guy then. Rhan K'hal: :: creates a new routine, this time with language packets instead of random data :: Rhan K'hal: Okay, let's try this one on for size. :: begins his "conversation" :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Chocox and Reynolds :: Aren't you glad I insinuated myself into this? William Chocox: Yes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Leans back a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.:: From massages to conversation? This thing is... very odd. ::Throws Rhan a glance.:: Better you than me, sir. William Chocox: They're metaphors Reynolds. Rhan K'hal: :: glance at Spotty :: The next time I see you, well the real you, I'll have to congratulate you on a hologram well programmed. Hopefully you're retired so I can also punch you in the face for invading my computer, but one thing at a time. William Chocox: Punching? Really? Must we resort to violence? Rhan K'hal: Have you forgotten Commander Hawthorne already? Sad. Tandaris Admiran: ACTION> The device reacts favourably to the "conversation," although it doesn't seem to make much headway. The computer maps a rigid structure of command pathways, but there is no way to understand which commands trigger which features of the device - a map without a key. Tandaris Admiran: ::K'hal:: Thank you, I guess? William Chocox: But would she resort to punching Commander Admiran? Rhan K'hal: :: grunts at the data :: Well, progress. It's definitely not up for a tea party and gossip. William Chocox: Unfortunate. Rhan K'hal: :: glances at Will :: The real question isn't whether she WOULD, but if she'd WANT to. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Three minute warning )) Tandaris Admiran: We've at least learned the device is complex. It's not just a bomb with a detonator. Irene Mincine: :: Irene, meanwhile, has crashed hard on her bunk. :: Tandaris Admiran: It looks like it has a large vocabulary, if you will. It can be calibrated and programmed to a great level of specificity. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: So we really know nothing more other than it's going to be hard to find out anything more. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 0329.2020 When we last left off, Engineering had acquired the services of a a hologram Tandaris, who apparently had managed to stick a "Clippy" program, but for "unconventionally engineering" in the Excalibur computer core. He suggested they "take the device to the spa." Whilst science came up with a novel theory to explain our grumpy T-Tauri star.