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  1. SD 0809.2020 The Away Team is approaching the planet and preparing to land. Once they land, Chief Rex has ordered them to split into two teams to search for the missing science group.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: A team from Excalibur has been selected to head up a check in/rescue mission of an archaeological team that has missed two check ins. As we pick up, the crew, aboard the Captain's yacht are about to cross the neutral zone, because there's always something isn't there. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::William sits at the pilot console.:: Coming up on the Neutral Zone. Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting towards the back, reading a PADD.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's at one of the side consoles doing her best to scan for traces of cloaked ships with the yacht's sensors. :: "Here we go..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Sitting at one the consoles aboard the Hengeron -- since apparently people complained Llamrei was too hard to spell -- as hears Will.:: What a pleasant phrase. Indaura Ryssan: This is exciting Indaura Ryssan: I have never been to the Neutral Zone William Chocox: Is it? I try to avoid neutral zones usually. Too much trouble comes from being near them. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Looking positively miserable at the engineering console, paying entirely too much attention to the sensor readings as though the force of his gaze alone could penetrate any cloaked ships.:: Irene Mincine: "Nothing good comes from the Neutral Zone. Especially if you have permission to be there..." Indaura Ryssan: We get to meet new people... Cptn Swain: Rex> See something sensible from Lt. Trouble and Ensign Maker. Must be a full-moon. William Chocox: I am always sensible. Just ask Reynolds. Cptn Swain: Rex> I looked over the information on this planet we're headed too -- does the ship often find itself sent to such lovely locals? Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking at some console display while sitting at her seat :: Irene Mincine: "I'm always serious when we're on mission, okay?" :: She's watching the sensor readings. :: "It's when we get time off that things go sour." William Chocox: Now, whether or not other people around me act sensibly as I'm going through life. That's a totally different story. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Irene:: Where you being serious or not when you sold the Captain's silverwear. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up from her read.:: I've seen better...but I've also seen much worse. Cptn Swain: Rex> ...Just for my records Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Should I close my ears or something? I feel like some of this I shouldn't be hearing. Cptn Swain: Rex>::Snorts at Reynolds:: William Chocox: I trust you to have the discretion to know what parts of our conversations to share with our superiors Reynolds. Irene Mincine: :: Ahem. :: "I don't know what you're talking about." :: She looks at Ensign Reynolds. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Was expecting more fanfare as they cross the Zone :: Cptn Swain: Rex> So... Tyran III. Cold, wet, "not particularly green." Irene Mincine: "Not a swamp this time?" Maryse Dubois: Yes, make sure you dress warmly. Cptn Swain: Rex> Heck of a place to vacation. "The main digsite is located near the planet's vast oceans along a sandy beach ---" OH a beach. William Chocox: And wear a coat. Cptn Swain: Rex>. "The strong upswells from the ocean currents cause a dense. cold fog to blanket the coast. Further in land is primarily desert.: Cptn Swain: Rex> Seriously. William Chocox: Sound like home. Irene Mincine: "Could be worse. I read over the mission report before we left but didn't have time to check out everything about the planet - we kinda left in a hurry. I'll grab some extra thermal blankets from the extreme-weather kit." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Any reasons why the sensors won't work to pick up lifesigns? We should be able to pick up their communications from orbit, as well. William Chocox: The fog could cause issues. Cptn Swain: Rex> Because there's always something, Ensign. Apparently the planet's atmosphere scatters Starfleet sensors. This of course includes transporters. Irene Mincine: "Romulan sensors, I'm sure, are unaffected, because that's how things work in the Neutral Zone. Yeah, sensors can't see much of anything on the surface." Cptn Swain: Rex> The last rescue mission I was on -- we had to wear those extra insulated EVA's because it was a Tholian transport ship. Indaura Ryssan: :: Listens to those around her :: Cptn Swain: Rex> So I guess this is an improvement. At least it appears the atmosphere is breathable. William Chocox: Tholian's huh? That sounds interesting. Irene Mincine: "I haven't worn one of those since zero-G training." Indaura Ryssan: I've not met a Tholian before. Cptn Swain: Rex> They're... different. Cptn Swain: Rex> Punctual though. Indaura Ryssan: Very hot from what I have read. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Will:: How long till we reach the Tyran system? William Chocox: Should be in (insert appropriate time here) sir. Irene Mincine: "So what's our plan when we get there?" Cptn Swain: Rex> We'll set down a little bit out from their basecamp and divide into two teams. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I get to be on whatever team has the most phasers. ::Muttering.:: William Chocox: I think everyone but the doctors will be armed Reynolds. Cptn Swain: Rex> Micine, Reynolds. Rysann and a Security detail will head to the main dig site. The rest of us will check out their basecamp. Hopefully it's just a borked transmitter. Maryse Dubois: Oh no. I'm definitely carrying a phaser. Indaura Ryssan: I won't be armed? William Chocox: I thought there was some kind of oath or something. Cptn Swain: Rex> If you want to be, Doctor. Cptn Swain: Rex> That's only in the old holovids, I think. Besides, a stun doesn't leave a mark. Irene Mincine: :: Looking to Chocox. "We're dealing with Romulans, sir. I'd carry a phaser rifle if they'd let me." Maryse Dubois: The oath doesn't mean we can't defend ourselves. Cptn Swain: ::Irene:: Don't be so hasty Ensign. We don't know if the Romulans are even involved. Cptn Swain: Rex>* Indaura Ryssan: Is stun harm? William Chocox: ::shrugs:: My parents were professors. Irene Mincine: "Of course. We don't know anything yet." :: She wasn't really getting worked up, it's just her natural disposition when Romulans are involved. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> No, we don't know anything yet. But still... that'd be my first guess. ::Huffs.:: Nothing on sensors, but that doesn't mean much. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smiles:: Well, then, I want everyone geared up by the time we arrive. Go ahead and get your lunch in -- and Ensign Mincine -- if you can put me together the cliff notes version of the science stuff, I'd appreciate it. I got as a far as "ancient civilization" and started feeling my eyelids get heavy. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Stands up:: I'll be in the back briefing my goldshirts. Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "I'll condense 10,000 years of history into something even they can understand." Cptn Swain: Rex> Much obliged. Cptn Swain: ::Heads back into the "hold" of the yacht, where the Security goons had camped out.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to get ready.:: William Chocox: ::grabs something from the replicator before sitting back down at the controls:: Don't want to depend on MRE's too much. Cptn Swain: ((Next away mission will be a survival training sim, where all you get is old ration chocolate from the first Cardassian War )) Irene Mincine: :: Whips out a PADD and starts writing up an Ancient Civilizations for Pakleds paper for the rest of the team. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Considers eating, but still feels a bit sick and would probably hurl all over everyone.:: Cptn Swain: ((That will be an improvement from the Talon survival training sim where our new. XO was hunting us like the Predator and also the Flood showed up.)) Cptn Swain: (( Do either of you remember that )) Indaura Ryssan: ((Not I, before my time perhaps?)) Irene Mincine: (( lol )) William Chocox: ((Never did time on Talon. I was Excal then disappeared, came back for Firefly!Qob, and then when that ended I came back here. Different character though.)) Maryse Dubois: ((I never made it to Talon...but I heard stories.)) Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning )) William Chocox: ((::goes into hurry up offense::)) William Chocox: So, what's the skinny on this site? Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: "Starfleet dig site, ancient civilizations, you know..." :: She's got two or three PADDs going now, furiously typing away. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0802.2020 A team from Excalibur has been selected to head up a check on/rescue mission of an archaeological team that has missed two check ins. As we pick up, the crew, aboard the Captain's yacht, are about to cross the neutral zone, because there's always something isn't there.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is in orbit of Tolen IV where they have been hosting a diplomatic reception ahead of further diplomatic talks on the planet between the government and separatists -- however, William, Maryse, Irene Rex, and Indura have been pulled out of the reception suddenly for a briefing. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::walks into the anteroom, wondering why they've been secreted out of the reception:: (m)I hope it wasn't about the canapés. Irene Mincine: :: Irene finds her way into the anteroom. :: "I didn't drink anything but water and mint tea, okay?" Cptn Swain: Rex>. ::Frowns:: What now Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the room, thinking if it's not one thing it's another :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the room as well.:: Boring party anyways. William Chocox: ::aside to Irene:: I only had synthetic alcohol. Cptn Swain: ::Asher entered, frowning deeply: William Chocox: Captain on deck? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Jalen followed the crew out of the reception as soon as he could break free, trailing after Swain. Like the Captain, his expression was pensive.:: Maryse Dubois: Are you questioning that he is the captain? Irene Mincine: :: Irene sees their expressions and starts to look unhappy herself. :: "Did we offend our guests?" William Chocox: More, questioning how formal this situation is. The dress whites are making it a bit incongruous. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks:: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles slightly:: Sorry to pull you all away from the party. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I'm sure you were all enjoying yourselves immensely. ::Dryly:: William Chocox: What's going on sir? Neither you nor Commander Stanton look like this is a good thing. Cptn Swain: A little over an hour ago we received a coded transmission from Starfleet. William Chocox: And whatever it was that hologram of Commander Admiran started it. William Chocox: Oh. Indaura Ryssan: :: Listens :: Cptn Swain: Earlier this week a Starfleet Science team missed their check in. It's now been. 72 hours. Irene Mincine: :: Oh. Irene seems relieved that it wasn't her fault. :: "About what, sir?" Cptn Swain: Starfleet is concerned that something has happened to them. Maryse Dubois: And I imagine you are telling us this is because we are the closest ship? Indaura Ryssan: What kind of science were the performing? Cptn Swain: Correct, but we can't leave with the diplomatic situation so delicate -- it was an archeological dig -- in the Neutral Zone. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked intrigued. :: "Why were we... I suppose you can't tell us why they were there?" William Chocox: ::blinks:: Come again? Cptn Swain: My understand was we had permission from the Romulan government -- despite recent tensiions. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> But I'm sure we all know how fickle certain... agreements can be. ::He sighed.:: Indaura Ryssan: Any information on what they were digging up would be helpful. Maryse Dubois: I see. Do we have much information? Like was this a joint operation, or was just Startfleet present? Irene Mincine: "Do we have permission from them to go after our team?" Cptn Swain: ::Sips from a glass of synthale:: Just Starfleet. The Romulan government has offered to send a search team themselves, but ... Starfleet wants us to look into it. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at Jalen:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded slightly.:: The Romulans know that we're going to be there, though we do not yet know if they will send anyone to join us. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Starfleet believes we should handle it ourselves, though there is something to be said for how a joint effort would look to the rest of the universe. Maryse Dubois: Oh someone will be there. Whether they reveal themselves will be the question. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He pointed at Maryse.:: Exactly. In either case, we'll be watched. William Chocox: ::raises hand:: Are we going to have to take the Miranda-Class again? Maryse Dubois: ::Grimaces:: Cptn Swain: ::Snorts:: No. You'll be taking a shuttle, Irene Mincine: "How far of a trip is it?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> The Captain's yacht is nicely outfitted, I hear. ::Slight smirk in Swain's direction.:: Indaura Ryssan: How many of us are going>? Cptn Swain: It hasn't been taken on a proper shakedown, I suppose. Cptn Swain: Rex> Guess everyone but the Captain and... Commander? William Chocox: I imagine the... ::does a quick count of non-command staff:: five of us? Indaura Ryssan: Sounds like we need to arm up for this one. Irene Mincine: "Kind of an odd away team, isn't it?" :: She looks around the room. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> You'll be leading the team. ::With a nod to Rex.:: The Captain and I are needed here for the delegation meetings. ::He sighed.:: Chocox, take another engineer with you. If their ship and communications were damaged, you're going to need the additional help. William Chocox: I'll let Reynolds know. Cptn Swain: Rex> I'll make sure Talbot is up to speed on the planetary security protocols. When do we leave? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> As soon as you're all prepared. I want you gone within the hour. You'll need to take at least a couple more security officers with you, as well. With luck, you won't need them, but better to be safe. William Chocox: How big is this shuttle? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: And can we get any more information on what the team was doing ::looks to Irene:: Cptn Swain: The Yacht is more of a runabout isn't it. ::Grins:: William Chocox: (m)Still hot bunking. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "Can't have an away team without a scientist." Cptn Swain: Commander Stanton will have everything we have transferred to the runabout. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Not much of one, anyhow. ::Giving Irene a long look that clearly said 'stay out of trouble'.:: Cptn Swain: Well, if you'll excuse me. I don't want to keep our guests waiting. Good luck. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks a little guilty. :: "I'll be down there right away." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Gives Swain another nod as he exits and turns to peer at the group.:: We don't know what you'll be facing out there, so prepare for the worst. Get what you need and get to the shuttle as soon as possible. William Chocox: Aye sir. Irene Mincine: "Yessir." :: She looked to the rest of the group. :: "Shall we?" William Chocox: Yes we shall. Anyone seen Reynolds around? Cptn Swain: Rex> So much for the diplomatic junket. Can we take some of the buffet with us in to go boxes? William Chocox: Isn't that a bit...gauche? Irene Mincine: "The replicators can make canapés, sir." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Considers a joke:: Indaura Ryssan: Wish I knew the mental expectations of this mission. William Chocox: Don't die. Cptn Swain: Well -- everyone you've got an hour. Then I expect everyone to be in the launch bay. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, leaving to go get ready.:: Irene Mincine: ::Changing out of our dress whites and grabbing our phasers.:: Maryse Dubois: ((I need to take off. Early morning awaits. night night)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Night, Doc.)) William Chocox: ::walks out and heads for his quarters to get changed before going to Engineering to get his stuff:: +Reynolds+ Ensign Reynolds, this is Lieutenant Chocox, I need you ready for an away mission in one hour. Cptn Swain: << 3 minute warning >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Turns an unhealthy shade of white at the message.:: +Chocox+ S-sir? W-hat? I've got diagnostics running... Indaura Ryssan: This will be great. I love living close to others. William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Those things run themselves. Have another ensign take over, we're going on an adventure! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Chocox loves to snuggle )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Nooooooooo.... Cptn Swain: << Is that an artifact from Irene being in his brain for a while >> Cptn Swain: << Ithene* >> Irene Mincine: (( ! )) William Chocox: ((What a time.)) William Chocox: +Reynolds+ One hour Reynolds. Cptn Swain: << Maybe that's why Tandaris liked him so much... *cackles* >> Irene Mincine: :: Irene disappears off to her quarters to change back into a regular uniform. :: "Adventure time, adventure tiiiiiiime..." Cptn Swain: ...AND... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::His life was over, surely. The universe hated him. He put his head on his desk, mumbling into his comm.:: +Chocox+ Aye, sir. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0705.2020 - No Sim (Independence Day) SD 0712.2020 - No Sim SD 0719.2020 - No Sim --- SD 0726.2020 Excalibur is in orbit of Tolen IV where they have been hosting a diplomatic reception ahead of further diplomatic talks on the planet between the government and separatists -- however, William, Maryse, Irene, Rex, and Indura have been pulled out of the reception suddenly for a briefing.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has arrived in orbit of Tolen IV where they are to help mediate a settlement between the government and a group of individuals who wish to take the planet in a more independent direction. To engender ourselves to them and show we can be neutral, we have arranged for a diplomatic reception to be held aboard. As we left off, the dignitaries we were beginning to arrive. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois: ::Wandering around the reception.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's in her finest dress whites at the reception. Surprisingly, she's behaving herself so far. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The music has shifted slightly to one of the Goldberg variations., and they've lowered the sound a little as more people have arrived -- mostly crew. However, the first round of delegates from the Government faction have arrived, including the Parak and his cadre of advisors. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::As security seemed to be well in hand, he was doing his best to relax while they waited for their guests.:: William Chocox: ::is looking snazzy in his own dress whites, still in conversation with Dr. Ryssan.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Pressing down the front of her dress :: Irene Mincine: "Our guests are starting to arrive." :: She gestures to the door. She's standing with Chocox and Indaura. :: Cptn Swain: Joffies> ::Quiet and unassuming, the leader of the Toren government still managed to cast an impressive figure. He had greying hair that he kept pulled back in braid. Beside him were among his most senior aides, including Avard Chevis, and Senator Phregs -- head of the planetary defense council.:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Stanton:: (w) Shall we? William Chocox: Oh good. They seem...severe. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Chocox :: I have been reading non-stop about the crew. I'd rather have read a Vulcan multi-volume tome. William Chocox: ::to Ryssan:: Why's that? Indaura Ryssan: I need to learn about the issues I may face, the issues you have faced. William Chocox: I'm fine. Irene Mincine: "Severe? We haven't even met them yet." :: Shrug. :: Cptn Swain: ::Does the Picard Uniform Straighten -- they teach it Command School -- and heads towards the delegation:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Gives Swain a nod as he sees Parak Joffies arrive.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Slips a champagne off a passing tray.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh sure, sure. Everyone is. William Chocox: Was that a hint of sarcasm doctor? Irene Mincine: "Can we talk about something else?" :: Irene's not looking very comfortable in this conversation. :: Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat:: Parak Joffies, Welcome to the USS Excalibur. I hope you enjoy your evening, we've prepared a selection of Toren and Federation delicacies, my staff and crew are excited to meet you. This is my first officer Commander Jalen Stanton. Indaura Ryssan: :: Presses her finger tips to her chest :: Me? Sarcasm? William Chocox: I said that the seemed severe based on how our visiting dignitary holds himself. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Senator Phregs> ::The Senator was a large Tolen male with a fiery gaze as he studied Excalibur's makeshift reception hall and those gathered there. He offered Swain & Stanton a nod at the introduction.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Nods to the delegation.:: Thank you for the honor of allowing us to play host for the beginning of your conference. Irene Mincine: :: Sips a cup of water she picked up from a table. :: "I see what you mean..." Cptn Swain: Joffies> ::Nods, tipping his head respectfully.:: Captain, Commander -- may I introduce my senior advisory group. This is Senator Phregs, head of the planetary security council as well as my chief of staff, Avard Chevis. Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::Taller than the Parak, but smaller than Phregs, Chevis was a young Tolen male with bright yellow eyes and soft purple hair twisted in a bun.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods politely:: Cptn Swain: Joffies> Captain I would like to ask you a few questions about the security arrangements for the council -- perhaps we can speak alone? Cptn Swain: ::Does a sidelong glance to Stanton:: Of course Parak, Commander Stanton, why don't you introduce the Parak's staff to the rest of the senior staff? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::slides in from a side door, looking rather tired already and join the cadre of officers:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Gladly. ::He gestures with a sweeping motion to the hall:: If you'd like to come with me, I can show you our refreshments, as well as introduce you to some of our crew. They are eager to meet with you. Irene Mincine: "At least we just have to stand around and look important, not actually do... diplomatic stuff." Cptn Swain: ::Swain and Joffies headed off in another direction, the look on Swain's face growing more sober as they did.:: William Chocox: ::sips at whatever alcohol substitute that they have available:: What's wrong with diplomatic stuff? And pretty much anything we do here is going to be diplomatic. Just like how everything is politics. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Chocox :: You know I have to see you sometime. Why not get it over with? Mental well-being for the crew is essential. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking up behind Irene.:: Careful what you day. I overheard Swain telling Stanton to introduce the entourage to us. Maryse Dubois: *say Irene Mincine: "I just remember my mom complaining endlessly about protocol and idiot-- oh, uh, ahem." :: She straightens up. :: "Thanks for the tip, doctor." Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles, sipping from her glass.:: William Chocox: ::to Ryssan:: I'm too busy with a job I'm barely qualified for. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Senator Phregs> ::Follows Stanton to the refreshment tables and selects a glass of some pale violet beverage for himself.:: Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::His eyes darted across the room, taking it in. He didn't see any Separatists yet which was a welcome relief. He also took a glass of pale violent beverage and followed along.:: William Chocox: ((Violent beverages already?)) Cptn Swain: (( lol mirrra ) Cptn Swain: Rex> ::to the officer group:: Those are government officials. The separatists haven't arrived yet. There's also some Ferengi on the guest list. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Straightens as Stanton approaches with them:: Irene Mincine: :: Quietly... :: "Ferengi?" :: She stands up straighter and adjusts her uniform when the dignitaries approach. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Spotting the knot of crewmen desperately trying to avoid notice, he gestured for them to join him.:: Senator, Avard, let me introduce you to some of our more senior staff members. Here is our Chief of Medical, Doctor Dubois, our Chief of Engineering, Lieutenant Chocox, and our Chief of Security, Lt. Commander Rex. Also in attendance is our ship's counselor, Doctor Ryssan and one of our science officers, Ensign Mincine. William Chocox: Pleasure to meet you Senator. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods in greeting.:: Senator. Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::Tips his head towards them respectfully:: How pleasant to meet you -- and Commander Rex -- I assume you will be handling security at the conference center? Indaura Ryssan: Greetings Irene Mincine: "Pleased to meet you, Senator." :: She knows how to present herself diplomatically, at least. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: Pleased to meet you both. Yes, sir, I am in charge of the security arrangements. Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::A sharp edge to his voice that came seemingly from nowhere:: Good. I'd like to talk later if that's possible. ::Takes a drink of the violet liquid:: This is very good Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Senator Phregs> ::Nodded to the officers, squinting slightly.:: And what do you all think of this conference? ::Blunt as ever.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Hides his surprise behind a canapé::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at Rex. She buys some time by sipping her water... :: Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::Smirks, slightly:: Maryse Dubois: Well... :;Speaks up since no one seems to want to.:: If it helps both sides understand each other more, and prevents any unwanted confrontation, isn't that worth something? William Chocox: And I think it's an excellent opportunity for everyone to feel heard. Cptn Swain: Chevis> ::Tips his head thoughtfully. Even the Federation's junior officers were practiced, apparently at the art of diplomatic response.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Senator Phregs> ::Eyes Maryse.:: Is it? I sometimes wonder. ::He snorted.:: So what is your opinion on the decision placed before us? Do you believe a native world should be autonomous? Or a part of a bigger group? ::Yes, it was a trap.:: Cptn Swain: << 5 minute warning >> Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked quite relieved she didn't fall into that one. :: Maryse Dubois: They could be both. Remain true to yourself, while sharing your culture with others. You aren't the first planet to face this dilemma. William Chocox: Indeed. Each world should look at their situation and determine for themselves what the best course of action is. Cptn Swain: Chevis> Certainly -- though perhaps without the added stress of three neighboring hostile powers with greater military strength than ourselves. Indaura Ryssan: Many find the sum is greater than the parts. Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::A bit puckered by the senator's question, though he did relax as the crew offered their insightful (and relatively neutral) suggestions. He made a mental note to reward them in some fashion.:: William Chocox: Like I said Senator, each world should look at their situation. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 0628.2020 Excalibur has arrived in orbit of Tolen IV where they are to help mediate a settlement between the government and a group of individuals who wish to take the planet in a more independent direction. To engender ourselves to them and show we can be neutral, we have arranged for a diplomatic reception to be held aboard. As we left off, the dignitaries we were beginning to arrive.
  8. SD 0621.2020 Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Tolen IV, where we'll get our first good look at the planet. A reception has been planned for later this evening, with heightened security measures.
  9. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Tolen IV, where we'll get our first good look at the planet. A reception has been planned for later this evening, with heightened security measures. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting in her office reading about Tolen society :: Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters, prepping for the dinner:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's down in the reception hall, finishing up preparations... :: Maryse Dubois: ::In her quarters getting ready.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Dying slowly as he goes over all the security precautions that were being put in place. All of this for some finger foods and wine.:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Waves over Mincine:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene puts down a fancy-looking folding chair and heads on over. :: "What's up?" William Chocox: ((Excal Senior staff meeting people in the reception area or when they arrive on the ship?)) Cptn Swain: ((Reception area )) Indaura Ryssan: :: Heading down to the reception hall :: William Chocox: ::William walks into the reception area, looking sharp for once in his dress whites. He'd also managed to get his hands fully clean.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Arrives :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking for the food :: Cptn Swain: Rex> Thank you Ensign. I know you may not have had much of a choice in helping out but its appreciated. My people are pretty spread out. Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes getting ready, then heads for the reception.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ships band shows up to start tuning. William Chocox: ((Or whatever the appropriately formal Starfleet uniform we have in this era of Starfleet is.)) Irene Mincine: :: She smiles in response. :: "Yeah, it wasn't quite as bad as I thought. Don't tell the commander, though. At least I'll get to eat all that cheese soon..." :: Her smile disappears when the band arrives. :: "They're really going all-out, aren't they?" Cptn Swain: (( Still the dress whites from the Movies )) Cptn Swain: Rex> ::smirks:: The Captain wants to make a good impression. Anyway, you should run along and get changed. Unless they have you on serving duty too? Indaura Ryssan: Hmmm. Hmmm. Oh... Mmmm. Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "You think they trust me to smile for 3 hours straight?" :: She heads off to the door. :: William Chocox: ::William looks around at the reception area, speaking loudly enough for Irene to hear:: Wow, the people that worked on this space did a really good job! Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Snorts, notices Will:: Oh good. You're here. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Waves Will over:: William Chocox: ::walks over, eyeing Rex with suspicion:: Irene Mincine: "Shaddap." :: She heads past Will and continues to her quarters. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders what these people are like :: Maryse Dubois: :;Eventually arrives, looking around the room. She was rather impressed.:: William Chocox: Yes commander? Cptn Swain: (( screen froze lol )) William Chocox: ((Same here.)) Cptn Swain: Rex> ::after tactfully dismissing a junior, turns to Will:: Glad you're here. ::Hands him a PADD:: For the conference on the planet, we're going to need several transport inhibitors set up. Don't ask me why, but the Tolen have insisted. My people are stretched thin enough with all the extra security we're being required to do -- and well, I wondered if you'd mind helping us out. William Chocox: ::takes the PADD and looks over it:: This is certainly something that we can do for you...but wouldn't this make it dangerous for those of us on the surface? I feel like if it gets too violent we may want to get out of dodge fast. Irene Mincine: :: Irene reappears in her dress whites. Like most people, she looks ridiculous in them. :: "Ready to make a good impression for once." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Gives a tired nod:: I expressed the same concerns, but the Tolen government was insistent. They're worried that someone might try to beam an explosive into the compound or something. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at the various crew coming in :: William Chocox: ::Hums with a nod:: I mean, it makes sense. If I was going to attack a peace conference that's how I'd do it. Less likely for someone to mess it up. Maybe we can keep some shuttles handy. Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters futzing with his collar. He was only mildly concerned about being in a situation where at least half of the people involved are vocally opposed to Federation involvement with their world.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes back to Rex. :: "Your science division representative has arrived. Don't ask me what Lt. K'hal is doing. What are we blowing up now? Isn't this a peace conference?" William Chocox: How are you holding up sir? You look like you're being run ragged. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The strings group begins playing a selection from Vivaldi's Four Seasons:: Cptn Swain: Rex> I've been better for sure, but nothing a long sonic tonight when this is all over won't fix. William Chocox: Alright, and don't be afraid to come to me to ask for more things from Engineering on this excursion. ::cocks ear:: Is this played at every swanky event? It's even used in holovids. Irene Mincine: "Tradition." :: Shrug. :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: Probably. Cptn Swain: Rex> You know what they say. If it isn't Boroque... William Chocox: It's probably Romantic. ::turns to Mincine:: We're not blowing anything up, we're preventing that from happening. Irene Mincine: "Eh. I prefer Klingon opera either way." :: Irene folds her arms. :: "Are we expecting problems?" William Chocox: Well, you should probably ask the Captain about my nickname amongst the senior staff. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The galley staff, which has conscripted other enlisted officers into their ranks for the night, begin bringing out the food. One officer nearly trips and almost spills an entire plate of what appear to be some sort crab-like-finger food.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches the disaster nearly unfold. :: "I am so glad I'm not doing that tonight..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Chuckles and starts to say something as his badge pings:: Oh good. The advance staff for the Parek just transported up. I should go check in with them. ::Straightens his dress whites:: See you all later, and thanks Will in advance. William Chocox: You're welcome Commander. ::turns back to Mincine:: Not a fan of canapes? Cptn Swain: ACTION> The musical group changes to an upbeat concerto by Bach in G Major. William Chocox: Also...I don't think we've ever had the chance to actually introduce ourselves outside of a staff meeting. William Chocox, Engineer. ::extends hand:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::disappears into the background:: Irene Mincine: "See ya, commander." :: She chuckles. :: "Not when they're all over the floor. Oh, uh, Irene Mincine, life sciences." :: She returns the handshake. :: William Chocox: Pleasure to formally meet you. I almost went into Life Sciences back at the academy. Cptn Swain: (( Is chemistry a life science now?)) Irene Mincine: "But you went into engineering instead?" :: Hmm. :: "I went to college for genetics and xenobiology before I went to the academy, so it wouldn't have made much sense for me to do anything else." Irene Mincine: (( o-chem! )) William Chocox: Yep. Decided I liked taking things apart and putting them back together again. Cptn Swain: << two minute warning >> Irene Mincine: "Should've went into medicine. You can do that *and* life sciences." :: She grabs a cup of water from a spread on a table. :: William Chocox: Too much blood makes me squeamish. Indaura Ryssan: :: Went to stand near William and Irene :: William Chocox: Dr. Ryssan I presume. Indaura Ryssan: :: Extends her hand :: Yes, the ships counselor. William Chocox: ((I can't remember if Indaura and William have formally met in a medical or non staff meeting context. :P )) Indaura Ryssan: (( not sure_ Irene Mincine: "Ah. I understand the blood thing. It never bothered me, but it bothered some of my Academy friends." :: She gets a bit hesitant with Indaura there. :: "Doctor..." William Chocox: ::takes it:: Ah...I think there was a message regarding the ship's counselor in my inbox one time. William Chocox, Engineer. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. 06.07.20 - No Sim ----- 06.14.20 MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has been dispatched to Tolen IV where they are to negotiate a settlement between the government and dissident forces who wish to take a more independent path for their mineral rich planet. TBS is 4 days and we're still en route. Though preparations are beginning for reception to be held once we arrive. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::William has decided that he'll take the Engineering bridge station today as a slight change of pace while they continue on towards Telon IV:: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Had been put in charge of security for the upcoming reception in addition to security for the eventual negotiations on the planet.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Seated on the bridge, he scrolled through Rex's security plans for the reception they'd be hosting, reviewing all of the requested needs and wants from the two main delegations.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was at Science II as usual, and Val was at the helm. Irene was going over sensor data. :: Indaura Ryssan: (chat not working) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (refresh?) William Chocox: (m)The view really is a lot different around here. ::William keeps looking over diagnostics and maintenance requests. Dispatching teams as needed:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, he glanced over to will then to Irene:: I thought you were supposed to be helping the galley crew setup the reception. William Chocox: ::William looks up:: I was not made aware of that sir. Cptn Swain: (( that was to Irene )) William Chocox: ((I figured, but I thought it would be funny to respond.)) Cptn Swain: ::Lifts brow:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He couldn't help but chuckle, imagining what an engineer would do with catering services.:: Not you, Chocox. They don't need any gadgets that fling food across the room. William Chocox: Hm? William Chocox: Ooh, there's an idea. William Chocox: ::William starts jotting down some preliminary plans:: Cptn Swain: Don't get any ideas. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up. :: "The chief of protocol claimed not to need the help of someone with no experience in the field of receptions, sir." Irene Mincine: "I'm taking... a little break. Then I'll head back down there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I'm sure they're going to need you for the cleanup, Mincini. ::A foretelling? Or a promise?:: William Chocox: (m) I'm never allowed to have any fun. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow and shakes his head:: Why does every diplomatic mission always start with some godawful reception anyway. William Chocox: To justify the dress whites? Cptn Swain: I do look good in those. William Chocox: Doesn't everyone? Assuming they're properly pressed and such. Irene Mincine: "You're the only one in the fleet who does, then, sir." :: Irene sighs. :: "Cleaning up. Aye, commander. I'll head back down and check on how they're doing." :: She departs for the turbolift. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> They're supposed to help break the ice, sir. A pity they're always so stiff and awkward. William Chocox: Probably stiff because of the aforementioned dress whites sir. Cptn Swain: They aren't always. Once, when I was an ell-tee on the Pei Xui, we met an alien species called the Mobak. Cptn Swain: We hosted them for a negotiation during their Third Moon Festival. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: It was... well.. something. Indaura Ryssan: :: In her office, wondering if anything works :: William Chocox: I'm not going to look it up sir. Irene Mincine: Val> "I am so lucky pilots didn't have to go to any of those things on the Dunkirk..." Indaura Ryssan: :: walks into sickbay to see what's going on :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ( You are so lucky you got out of your chair, Indaura. It was about to malfunction. ) Irene Mincine: :: Irene showed back up down at the ship's main reception hall. :: "I've been banished down here again. Anything I can help with?" Cptn Swain: Rex> ::glances over to Irene:: Oh, why don't you help us setup these extra scanners. Cptn Swain: Rex> More exciting that setting up tables. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Was there a copious amount of alcohol involved? ::Glancing at Swain.:: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks, impishly:: Yes. And something they called moon sugar. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Picks up one of the hefty scanner units that's sitting in the corner and looks around for a good place to set it up. :: "All right. What are we scanning for? Cptn Swain: Rex> They're supposed to look the decor but scan for weapons and contraband. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::shrugs:: New model. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed, then lugged the thing over to near one of the doors. :: "Decor? It looks like a cross between an air purifier and a giant battery." Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading the latest medical issues of the ship :: Cptn Swain: Rex> Right? Cptn Swain: Rex> But I guess non-Federation folks wouldn't know that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Will *definitely* be looking up that reference later.:: Oh, I can imagine. Irene Mincine: "I guess." :: Irene was satisfied with this one, so she grabbed another scanner unit and placed it by the other door. :: "Well, maybe we can hide them behind a potted plant... or something..." William Chocox: Just how hung over did you get sir? Cptn Swain: That's a state secret. ::Smirks:: Cptn Swain: So, did you have a look at the spread the galley is putting on Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I reviewed the menu, but have yet to sample the fare. It seemed decent. No telling what our friends are going to enjoy, however. Catering researched native delicacies and are trying to recreate some of them with a Federation flare. Irene Mincine: Val> "They're going to burn them and serve root beer?" Cptn Swain: :snorts:: Just make sure they have those little croquette things. The ones from Betazed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He snorted at Val.:: Let's hope not. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I'll send them a note, sir. Any other requests? ::He glanced to the others on the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene lugs another scanner around the reception hall. :: "That's all the scanner units..." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Irene:: So how is the punishment detail coming? William Chocox: I'm good with the menu as it stands Commander. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "I should have stuck with celebrating my ascension with holographic Klingons and synthohol." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Snorts:: Probably not a bad idea. I heard they had you scrubbing the holodeck. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah. Tomorrow I'm going to have to holystone the poop deck." Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning )) Cptn Swain: Rex> You know, ancient earth maritime tradition was to keelhaul people. Indaura Ryssan: :: Is hungry :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, like, murderers and stuff, right?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Sends a final note to the caterer's with Swain's special request, which was (unknowingly) met with grumbles and eye rolls.:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0607.2020 - No Sim SD 0614.2020 Excalibur has been dispatched to Tolen IV where they are to negotiate a settlement between the government and dissident forces who wish to take a more independent path for their mineral rich planet.
  12. USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.24.20 - No Sim (Memorial day) ------- USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.31.20 MISSION BRIEF: 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. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in the meeting room drinking a very large cup of tea with bags under his eyes:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the meeting room, taking a seat. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's in the back looking even more sheepish than usual. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits down at the meeting table. Sees all of these poor souls navigating to their seats and in need of counseling :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Standing in the conference room, Jalen nodded to those joining the meeting, though his gaze lingered for a verrrrrrrrry long moment on Irene.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries her best to look away... :: Cptn Swain: ::Enters carrying a PADD and a mug of tea:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Watches Irene, perhaps the most interesting crewmember she knows relatively little about :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Sitting as far away from Irene "jonas" Micine as he possibly could.:: Cptn Swain: ::Slides into his seat at the head of the table:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura felt a bit lost without her padd, but determined to pay attention to this meeting :: Cptn Swain: I hope everyone enjoyed their time on the station. Cptn Swain: No rest for the weary I am afraid though. We have new orders. Engineering, I want us ready to get underway by 1830 hours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He took his seat after the Captain sat down, leaning back comfortably in his chair. Unlike his predecessor, the man looked perpetually relaxed.:: William Chocox: ::drinks more of his tea, unfortunately most of his time on the station was attempting to get his files back:: Aye sir. Cptn Swain: We're being sent to the Toren. The Toren are a Federation protectorate and their government has asked the Federation Council to mediate a conflict between two factions, one supported by the current government that wishes to explorer further partnership -- possibly even membership -- with the Federation, while the other faction is pushing for non-alignment. William Chocox: ::William raises a hand:: Cptn Swain: Commander Stanton has more on the ::pauses:: Yes, Mister Chocox? William Chocox: Sorry, my question can wait, didn't realize there was more to the briefing. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is taking notes on behalf of Science. She's trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip of tea and smirks:: Yes, so Commander Stanton has more on Toren III and the Toren themselves. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded.:: As this is going to be a very delicate mission of diplomacy, you'll all receive memos on the area and the people. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> The basics are that Toren III is an extremely rich planet, which always draws attention from multiple races. Indaura Ryssan: :: Raises her hand :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, Counselor? Indaura Ryssan: Rich how exactly? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Mineral deposits. Dilithium, tritanium, trellium-D -- all of which are used in ship building and in high demand. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up from her padd. :: "Do we know who else is interested in those resources in this case?" Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> As it so happens, yes. Their planet is located between Romulan and Tamaran space. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> In addition, the Federation has had a trade agreement with them for some time. We've always been on good standing with them, which is why they've contacted us for help. With rumors of turmoil in both of the adjacent empires, their government wishes to apply for our protection. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> However, that doesn't sit well with all of its citizens. They are a fiercely independent people, and have been labeled as stubborn, which is causing unrest in certain population centers. Security is going to be an important factor in this mission, as well. Irene Mincine: "Figures..." :: Irene takes some notes. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He gestured to the crew.:: Any other questions so far? William Chocox: ::raises his hand again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, Lieutenant? William Chocox: What's Starfleet's preferred outcome? Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat:: Cptn Swain: We're officially neutral. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smirks. :: "Unofficially, then?: William Chocox: ::sips his tea:: (m) And I didn't spend my leave attempting to recover various computer programs. Cptn Swain: Obviously, the Federation values our partnership with the Toren, but we do not have any official position. We're simply here to arbitrate a dispute. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded in agreement.:: Additionally, our directives are to provide security during negotiations between both sides. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up again. :: "Are we expecting any problems in that regard?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Possibly. There have been certain... incidents. William Chocox: Incidents how? Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowns:: Lovely. Well, security will be ready. Cptn Swain: Just the usual. They had a large march on their capitol complex last month. Nothing violent, yet. But the protests have been intensifying. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> To that end, we will be hosting one of the preliminary meetings with both sides aboard the Excalibur so that we can both provide ample security and prove that the Federation can be impartial during these proceedings. Irene Mincine: "Doesn't sound like much for Science division to do, unless we're doing biological studies in the background." William Chocox: Are they afraid that the protests are going to turn into riots? Cptn Swain: Its possible. Cptn Swain: Tensions are running high. Cptn Swain: Science will help in prepping for the diplomatic talks. Department heads will receive their assignments once we're underway. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "Understood." :: At least Irene had all her mother had taught her about diplomacy to fall back on. :: Cptn Swain: Anything else? Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at her padd. :: "No, sir." Cptn Swain: Very well then. Cptn Swain: We leave at 1830. Cptn Swain: Dismissed. William Chocox: ::gets up and walks out, heading to Engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Studies the crew, but doesn't stand.:: Except you, Mincine. You stay right where you are. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Counselor, if you don't mind, I'd like you to remain, as well. Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts standing up. Her stomach drops and she sits back down. :: "Yes, sir." Maryse Dubois: ::Quietly exits.:: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip of tea, excuses himself:: Cptn Swain: ::With stifled chuckle:: Indaura Ryssan: :: heads out :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ( ::yanks Indaura back into the room:: ) Indaura Ryssan: :: Turns around :: Sir? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Waits until everyone has vacated except Irene and Indaura before staring down Mincine.:: Enough is enough, Ensign. You have a heap of punishment headed your way for your last stunt, but more than that, it is time to acknowledge that you have deeper issues than Klingon carousing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He inclined his head to Indaura.:: Counselor, Mincine is your next patient. I expect bi-weekly visits and regular progress reports on her mental health. This isn't optional, Mincine. Irene Mincine: "I... well..." :: She was trying to figure out what to say to defuse the situation, but couldn't really come up with anything. :: "Mandatory counseling?" :: She ran her fingers through her ponytail nervously. :: "Okay, yeah, I... yeah." Indaura Ryssan: I will have to clear some patients, but sure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> If I see another unfavorable report come across my desk with your name on it, you won't enjoy our next meeting. ::He warned darkly.:: Counselor Ryssan, I think you and Ensign Mincine have a lot to discuss, don't you? Please send me her schedule when you've slotted her in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Do either of you have any questions? Indaura Ryssan: Keep in mind I can't divulge our session contents Commander. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, understanding and deferential. She wasn't about to make things even worse. :: "You mentioned a heap of punishment, Commander..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I'm certainly not asking you to, Counselor, but I will be asking for your opinion on how you think Mincine is progressing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::His eyes cut back to Irene.:: I did, and we'll be getting to that a bit later. For now, you have your primary task. ::He gestured to Indaura.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> If there's nothing else, you're both dismissed. ::He rose from the table, padd in hand.:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: She said with her head lowered, then looked at Indaura. :: "I'll be waiting for your schedule, Doctor..." Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. 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.
  14. 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
  15. 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.