Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

MISSION BRIEF: Whose the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship, Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships. Questions? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, where she's been almost as long as Irene has. Looking to discharge some patients.:: Hakran K'hal: :: in the science lab, putting his head together with LCdr Thalov (though not close enough for ears to bump antennae) of the Enterprise-C, and presumably Lt Imavulcanforealz on the inverse tachyon beam particulars :: Cptn Swain: ::Swain looked over as Miranda strolled in. She hadn't shot him immediately, which was an improvement:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Totally a very logical Vulcan and not everyone's favorite, fun-loving Romulan." Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is laying on her biobed, staring at the ceiling. :: Blue> "I tried napping. I can't." :: Red Irene is doing pushups locked in her quarters due to the presence of the Ent-C crew. ...and Carillon is passed out in her quarters after the whole tube of pep pills wore off. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Her throat is sore, talking to the technicians felt like teaching one long class. Rhan K'hal: :: bridge, command chair, working on where to stash non-essentials inside the ship for safety when they go through with this stunt :: William Chocox: ::is holding a comical amount of tricorders that he starts putting back to where they're supposed to be:: (m)You'd think these people would have more common sense about stealing things. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seriously thinking about shooting Swain, but she'd save that for later when they weren't lost in time. For now, she just wanted to rest. Pulling a ration bar from her tunic, she collapsed on his sofa with a soft groan.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Finds Indaura, pulling her aside.:: We need to start discharging some patients, so we can relieve our guests of duties. The longer they are here, the greater chance of incident. Cptn Swain: You look like you just spent the last three weeks gluing the ship back together with macrobacterial excrement. Cptn Swain: Oh... right. Indaura Ryssan: :: leans in :: Yes.. and I need to refrain from giving things away myself. I'll start right away Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hakran K'hal: We're within point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-two Hz on the modulation. Unfortunately, that very low number still manages to span a period of thirty seven years. I'd really prefer to avoid meeting my teenage self. Worse, my teenage brother. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted and took a bite out of her bar.:: That basically disintegrated in our last time jump. Progress is slow, but the materials from the Enterprise will help shore things up. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances back over to Thalov and Hakran:: A logical preference. Cptn Swain: Good. Hakran K'hal: :: flicks an ear in amusement :: So, how do we narrow it down. We're dealing with quantum probability at this level so we may need some adjustment on the side of the warp bubble to fine tune. Cptn Swain: So... ::He bit his lip briefly before pushing off from his desk and making his way over to the sofa, settling into the half-wrecked chair nearby:: I assume Hakren filled you in on the plan. Maryse Dubois: ::Releasing some patients with very minor injuries to their quarters for rest.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene stands up, having worked up a pretty good sweat. :: Red> "Computer, who is my contact point on this ship?" :: Meanwhile, Carillon sat up in bed, dead-eyed. She started pacing around the room, clearly still asleep... Maryse Dubois: ::After treatment:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Tips his head thoughtfully:: It might be possible to use a pilot ship, if you will. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see who can be released :: Cptn Swain: << Harkren, Hakren, Hark the Herald Angel ... one day. *O*N*E* day I will get it right. >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. Not terribly crazy about it as it poses risks to both ships, but I don't really see another option except to abandon the ship in *this* time and find a place to settle. My chief concern is the stability of Excalibur. We're barely held together right now. With the hull stresses we will undoubtedly experience in the next jump, we're going to lose part of her. I don't know if we'll be able to repair her again. Hakran K'hal: That's a possibility, but that's a hell of a thing to try to program. And I would say it's rather unlikely a live pilot could be extricated if things go south. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to release three patients :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> Sometimes, risks are required, Lieutenant. William Chocox: ::gets back to work on life support:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::About to prematurely pull one of the life support power nodes that would cripple half the ship. Alerts in engineering go off at Will's station as the panel was removed.:: Hakran K'hal: Oh, I know. I'm living with the result of two bad ideas putting us when we are now. Cptn Swain: Issaha> True, it's unlikely Excalibur could survive a failed time-transit anyway and the loss of a single individual versus the survival of the ship and crew.... ::he trailed off, sounding far colder than Hark had likely ever heard.:: William Chocox: I SWEAR ON ANYTHING THAT IS HOLY MAKE SURE YOU CHECK WITH SOMEONE FROM THIS TIMELINE BEFORE DOING ANYTHING! Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I agree it's risky. It's possible we could get another ship and try like a slingshot or something, but we'd have to further contaminate the timeline. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Issaha :: The needs of the many, Lieutenant? I'm aware of the axiom. William Chocox: ::turns off the alarm and goes to the relevant panel:: Hello. Cptn Swain: ::Sighing, he leaned forward:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching as three patients leave sickbay :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is, logical. Cptn Swain: Thalov> It would be worth modeling the possibility and presenting it to your Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon somehow manages to leave her room while sleepwalking... she's wandering through deck 6. :: Blue Irene knocks on the door to her isolation room. :: Blue> "Hey! Can I leave yet? I gotta pee, and I gotta shower, and I'm way too sober for my own good! Hello?" Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Let's get to work on the former then. William Chocox: Please place that panel back before we cripple half the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer>::He jerked at the alarm and then stared at Will.:: Isn't this the power distribution for section seven? I was told to tweak the converter frequency. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over:: There's one more thing. William Chocox: No, this is for life support. You'd cripple half the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Which we'd rather not do. ::She agreed. Chewing thoughtfully, she threw him a glance.:: Something else? ::His last minute additions were not usually pleasant.:: Rhan K'hal: :: glances down at d'A :: How's the parking brake holding up, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Cleared out enough patients.:: +Rhan+ Good news. We can inform the Enterprise that they can recall their medical team. Cptn Swain: d'A> Not bad. This chair is pretty comfortable. I could almost get used to it. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'll get them the message, Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks an ear at Obee, who contacts the Enterprise :: Cptn Swain: I had already considered Issaha's plan before he brought it up. ::He took another deep breath:: They won't be able to make the calculations to the variance ahead of time. At least not with our computer core in the shape it's in, and I doubt Enterprise's computers are any better. There is, a solution, however. I am guessing they may have already thought of it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods and returns to work:: Rhan K'hal: I think it's too comfortable, our last pilot would occasionally start staring off into space. Rhan K'hal: And Lt Carillon was snacking on energy pills to stay in it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The problem is that there are simply too many variables. We can simulate what the temporal fissure is going to look like, but it's almost impossible to predict. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns:: She was doing what? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon walked into a turbolift and mumbled a destination that didn't make any sense. The computer didn't recognize it. She yawned and took a seat on the floor. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah... sorry about that. Where's the panel for section seven, then? ::He looked at the schematic he'd been given, which he was holding upside down.:: Rhan K'hal: Crap, I forgot you're her boss. :: sigh :: She pulled a double, after probably not having much sleep before. I think she was hitting a pill every hour on the dot. I managed to get through to what sense was left that she needed to go to bed. Which she ended up taking in sickbay because of the headache. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what might that be? ::She waited for him to drop the bombshell.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::continues to frown:: No, I appreciate you telling me. I have a pretty strict rule about using those things. William Chocox: ::takes the schematic and turns it right side up for him:: Right there. ::points:: Cptn Swain: The easiest solution is to have someone fly just ahead of us into the temporal fissure in a shuttle or... my yacht ... and transmit back the variance changes to Enterprise and Excalibur. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts rounding up the Enterprise med team to have them escorted to the transporter room.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> But since she wasn't on.. my flight deck I can't do anything about it. But I will be sure to, remind her, of that when she does come back. ::Forces a smile:: Gently of course. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon mumbled something that the computer interpreted as Deck 1. Since she had access now that she was a relief helm officer, the turbolift beep booped and deposited the... uh... sleepwalking Val on the bridge just in time for this discussion! :: Rhan K'hal: I imagine the punishment her head was giving her was at least up to your strict rule reminders. :: flicks an ear at the door, looks over :: Speak of the devil, what are you doing back up here already? Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Lifts her brows:: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: I have discharged as many as I can. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda:: I am not going to ask anyone else to do it. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Good. I've already sent word to the bridge. The Enterprise will be expecting their crew back soon. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'm-uh, um, you're gonna need..." :: She wasn't making any sense, that's for sure. Her gaze was unfocused, she was clearly... not all there, at the moment. :: "Gonna need clearance..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah, thanks. ::Feeling stupid, he shuffled over to the correct panel where his Excalibur engineering partner had been waiting impatiently.:: Hakran K'hal: Looks like there's going to be a pretty short drop-off between leading and losing us. :: pokes at the console forlornly :: We're going to have to maintain a spatial distance of 200 meters, otherwise any further and the communications will be out of sync temporally. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::glances to Rhan:: William Chocox: Happens to the best of us! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda snorted again.:: You might not ask, but you're going to have volunteers. You're sure as hell not going to be doing it. Cptn Swain: And if I said Captain's prerogative? Maryse Dubois: :;Watches as the E-Med Team is escorted out of sickbay. She gives them a final farewell.:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back to the goldshirt he'd pegged earlier :: This time you ARE going to lead Lt Carillon to sickbay, even if you have to throw her over your shoulder :: frowned at Carillon :: Take the express route, and explain to whatever medical personnel you get hold of what happened. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Frowns:: This mission better be over soon. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: managed to say "aye sir" without his voice breaking, and manages to herd Carillon toward the lift :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> We should plan to use the [name of my yacht]. It still has the computer modifications from our previous, mission. Rhan K'hal: Obee> Enterprise signals their transporter room 2 is ready for transfers, sir. I've sent the word down below. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd mutiny and throw you in the brig. ::Flatly. She took another bite of her bar.:: You haven't seemed to grasp that you're the least expendable person on the ship. Hakran K'hal: Not to mention still has the best computer on board. We'll have to warn Rhan we're going to have to unplug it though, he'll have to find a way to shore up the processing. Maryse Dubois: ((Hey don't look at us, you named it.)) Indaura Ryssan: Glad that is over. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: tugging Carillon by the sleeve of whatever jumpsuit sickbay put her in, gets her into the lift and orders an express ride to sickbay :: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs in relief.:: Well we can at least let our priso...I mean patient out of her isolation room. ::grins.:: Cptn Swain: (( It's like the name of Arthur's horse or something )) Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tries to shove aside the goldshirt, whiffs it, and falls flat on her face, which finally wakes her up! :: "What the... my head..." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Take it easy, s<queak>ir! We're on the way to sickbay. Cptn Swain: I can't ask anyone else to risk their life on another possibly bad idea to get us home Miranda. You have to know that. ::He frowned.:: Besides, they'd still have you. Maryse Dubois: ::Opens the isolation room, looking at Blue Irene.:: Somewhat good news. You can at least get out of this room. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene looks SO RELIEVED. :: "Finally! I'm free! I can go get a drink!" Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: the lift doors open on deck 11, opposite the sickbay doors :: Just a little further, sir. :: tries to gently get Carillon back to her feet :: Maryse Dubois: Ah ah...I said this room. Not sickbay. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: They like you better. I'm the mean one. ::Her fingers drummed on the arm of the sofa.:: You might not ask, but I certainly will. You're a passable pilot at best, Captain. Let a professional handle it. That's why we have them, you know. Maryse Dubois: We still have guests on board. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I just want to go back to my room and sleep... the damn duranium plate in my head feels like it's on fire..." :: She reluctantly follows the goldshirt. :: Cptn Swain: How many of those pilots can do the science though. ::He was beginning to suspect he was going to lose this fight.:: Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: leads Carillon into sickbay, looking around desperately for someone to throw Carillon at :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's relief turned to dejection. :: "My prison cell got a little bigger." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Indeed Hakran K'hal: All right, I think we have enough for me to take this to the Captain. :: Thalov :: If you'd continue working with the Lt I'd appreciate it, sir. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods:: Indaura Ryssan: :: To Irene :: Some prisons have no walls. Cptn Swain: << Getting deep, itc >> Maryse Dubois: I can clear you for light duty, but as I said, you can't leave sickbay yet. Not unless I can get a guarantee that you would be able to get to your quarters undetected. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The ship will be doing the science. All they have to do is be in position to relay the variables. Honestly, a probe could do the job just as well if it wouldn't be crushed. Maryse Dubois: But not with a bunch of grease monkeys on board. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Hello? I have a... er... problem. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene went back to laying on the biobed. :: "At least in here it's quiet..." Hakran K'hal: :: nods and exits the lab, catching a lift :: Cptn Swain: You're not going to let me go, are you? Hakran K'hal: :: pops out onto the bridge :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "They already looked at me in here! It's the damn pills. I want to go back to my quarters." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: since they apparently don't have a hostess in sickbay today, leads Carillon to the nearest biobed himself :: Cptn Swain: << Llamrei is the name of the yacht, if anyone's wondering. >> Hakran K'hal: (( yeah, "The Yacht" )) Maryse Dubois: ::Hands her a padd.:: You should at least get up to speed on what is going on. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan :: Captain busy, bro? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, I'm not. ::Sharply.:: Though you could always be stupid and sneak aboard to take it off on yet another idiotic mission without telling me. I wouldn't recommend it, though. Cptn Swain: I would never. Rhan K'hal: Commander's in with him. She didn't look homicidal. This time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That's what I thought the first time. ::Zing!:: Maryse Dubois: :;Sees someone else come into sickbay.:: What now? ::Approaches Carillon and the goldshirt.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: :: takes his chances with interrupting, goes and chimes the RR :: Cptn Swain: ::He looked over sheepishly before being saved by the chimes:: I see they've figured out what I already did. Cptn Swain: Come. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> She er... apparently sleepwalked onto the bridge, Doctor. She ah... woke up when she fell in the lift. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the ready room :: I apologize for disturbing you, sirs, but we think we have the only way to make this work. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She couldn't help the little smug smile as she finished off the last of her ration, glancing toward the door.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::to Rhan:: Yeah, this mission needs to be over soon Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene takes the PADD. :: "Well, maybe I can help out with the mission from here." :: Carillon looks pretty unhappy to be in sickbay. :: Carillon> "It's the stupid pills, that's all. I'm fine and I don't want to be here." :: She was bleeding from a small cut on her forehead. :: Maryse Dubois: Is that so. ::Points to an empty bed.:: That one there if you please. Rhan K'hal: I feel ya, commander, I feel ya. Irene Mincine: :: She lays on the biobed. :: "When I was here like an hour ago, they said my medical records were missing from the computer, gave me a sedative, and told me to go to bed. I'd like to go back there now." Irene Mincine: :: Meanwhile, Blue Irene's already trying to reprogram the replicator in her isolation room to spit out alcohol. :: Indaura Ryssan: The Irene's are a handful. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The replicator just completely blinks out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured for Hakran to continue.:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, explains the whole pilot ship thing :: Cptn Swain: ::Leans back, deciding not to steal Hakran's thunder:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "...oops..." :: She puts the replicator back together and pretends nothing happened. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Taps on the monitor by the bed.:: You mean these files? ::Scans Carillon:: You are not going anywhere till I purge this excess caffeine from your system... Good lord... How much did you take? Cptn Swain: ::Listens:: I see. Commander Hawthorne and I will consider that as we decide the final course of action. I'll want to talk to Captain Garrett too, about the risks to Enterprise. Cptn Swain: Good work, Mister K'hal. I assume you'll want to use the Llamrei? Hakran K'hal: A fighter would be too under-powered, a shuttle doesn't have the sensors. So yes, the yacht would be the best option, especially considering its increased computational abilities after the ah... last time we had to use her. Irene Mincine: :: Her medical files were there, but there were some strange gaps in them... :: Carillon> "One an hour... 12 pills in a tube... I took at least a tube..." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips out of sickbay now that the Doctor has things under control :: Cptn Swain: When you all saved my butt. ::He said with another sigh:: Very good, start making the modifications. The Commander and I will talk with Captain Garrett, then make our decision. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Heh. ::Another little smug smirk, but she pointedly didn't look Swain's way.:: Cptn Swain: If there was nothing else, then Mister K'hal? Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to facepalm.:: You are only supposed to have no more than one in a four hour span... ::Mixing a couple of vials before setting it in a hypo.:: Hakran K'hal: Aye, sir. There is the matter of who should be on board the Llamrei. Whoever it is, they'll need more than just a passing science background. Or more even than a solid background in another discipline. It's not just about pointing the nose in the right direction, as I'm sure you understand, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tried not to laugh, then realized that made her headache even worse. She looked at Maryse with one bloodshot and one artificial eye. :: "You think any of us pilots follow those instructions?" Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda for a moment, but nodded:: We'll take that under advisement. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted, not wanting to give Swain more ammunition.:: Hakran K'hal: Then I should get back down to the details. Captain, Commander. :: respectful nods in both directions :: Maryse Dubois: Well you are going to if I have anything to do about it. ::Gives her the shot.:: This is a booster to help your liver deal with all the caffeine. I'm not going to give you anything to sleep. You have enough drugs in your system as it is. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips back onto the bridge :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over :: Doctor Dubois? Maryse Dubois: After this is all over, we're going to have a talk about why there are gaps in your medical file. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: looks down to d'A :: You're gonna have to wait in line for that reminder, commander. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon scoffed. :: "It's not like I put 'em there. Thanks for the, uh, booster, Dr. Dubois. Maybe I'll sleep again before the year's out." Cptn Swain: ....and.... Hakran K'hal: :: scrambles back into the lab before the end of the episode :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0818.2019 Who's the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship. Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has received a respite in the form the historic Enterprise-C, though that has provided a few complications of its own. As we pick up, it has a been several hours since the E-C crew began assisting in repairs, medical relief, and a joint science team had started work on getting us home in one piece. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Posing as a Vulcan again, to his considerable annoyance, he was working with one of the Enterprise-C crew members on an idea he had about the planet's rather large chronimetric instability.:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is a virtual prisoner in her isolation room so that the Enterprise-C crew can't see her. She's going pretty stir crazy by this point. Carillon has been manning the helm for 16 hours straight and is looking quite exhausted. :: Cptn Swain: ::In the labs as well, sleeves rolled up. Though he was secretly enjoying himself, he wished it could have been under better circumstances.:: William Chocox: ::is working on some system to keep the ship up and running:: Hakran K'hal: :: working with the Andorian, as well as going roundabout the pair-offs to see how the ideas are coming along :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes into the iso room with a couple of books and a bottle of water.:: I brought you a couple books to help pass some time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had gotten the relief supplies sorted and crews were working to manually deliver them to various areas of the ship. Engineering had crates stacked three high in some places as their supplies had been dumped wherever there had been room. Miranda squeezed through one stack and the next in her quest to find the box that held power converters.:: Twins above, this stuff is ancient. ::She grumbled.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> In engineering, one of the E-C members is working on an ODN relay, but apparently isn't familiar with the tool and accidentally trips a bunch of alarms, indicating that entire engineering section has been decompressed and the inertial dampers turned off, which big if true. Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge in the big chair, scowls down at Carillon :: How long have you... :: interrupted by alarms :: Rhan K'hal: What in sweet hell is going on? William Chocox: ::looks around:: Aw, damnit. ::walks over:: Here, you just need to turn it a quarter turn back this way. ::shows the crew member:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Real books? Where'd you get these?" :: She looks them over, then gladly takes the water bottle.. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Apparently engineering has been decompressed and the inertial dampening system is offline. Maryse Dubois: I keep a few around. Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Throwing her exhaustion aside, she springs into action at her console with the alarms. :: "I'm not reading any movement, though." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Jerks at the alarm and cracks her head on the lid of one of the crates as she straightened too quickly. Swearing under her breath and holding her head, she squeezed her way through to the main bank of engineering consoles and slapped her hand down on the display to cut off the blaring sounds.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::trying to temper his excitement:: Mister K'hal, Thalov? Captain? Rhan K'hal: :: huffs out a sigh :: Check on that, will you? I imagine we'd have notice a massive decompression. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox! William Chocox: Aye sir?! Hakran K'hal: :: swivels his ear, then the rest of him and heads over to Issaha :: Yes? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: checks, via the security feed, and notes that Engineers are moving around and breathing quite well, tyvm :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I said that no relief engineers were to operate without a supervising Excalibur engineer present. Make sure everyone is complying! We can't afford stupid mistakes. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I think we have something. ::Trying extremely hard not to bounce:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> I'd call that a false alarm, sir. William Chocox: I'll double check it sir! Cptn Swain: Relen> ::This was the strangest Vulcan he'd ever met, but he seemed on the up and up:: Rhan K'hal: :: sigh :: Cptn Swain: ::Swivels:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Huh. You've got interesting tastes, Doc... wouldn't expect a woman of science to have this kind of antique around." Rhan K'hal: As I was starting to say, Carillon, how long have you been riding the pony today? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Inexplicably, we paid for the rights for some reason, so everyone on the bridge thinks they hear Genuwine's Pony. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs.:: It doesn't hurt to have a few collections. :;Smiles.:: Rhan K'hal: (( ... )) Cptn Swain: (( I am in a good mood, can you tell? )) Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'm fine, sir." :: She says, through a yawn. :: "I've done 36-hour days on the flight deck." :: She turns around, her real eye red and bloodshot, her implant eye still just as white and gold as ever. She looks up at the ceiling when the music kicks in. :: "I think our computer's having problems again?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I was playing it in my head already. ::snicker:: )) Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::twitches his antennae in the general direction of the weirdo Vulcan:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps over to look over Issaha's shoulder :: You find anything useful, Mr. :: crap, what was his fake name again? just lets it trail off on Mister like an extremely old fashioned officer :: Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Nods, setting the book aside for now. :: "I'll take a look at 'em. How's the Enterprise medical crew? Dark Ages medicine come to life?" Rhan K'hal: :: frowns :: Call in some relief. I don't care if it's a parrot, so long as it can keep its feet on "Park." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::has also forgotten his fake name:, though his player thinks it was his fourth name but isn't going to look it up rn:: We completed the transphasic scans, and we have a working theory on how we might be able to return us and possibly fix the planet as well., Hakran K'hal: Well, we're all ea... :: remembers the Andorian :: sensory organs, share. William Chocox: ::has finished double checking on all the pairs:: Alright, how did you wind up alone hm? ::addressing the engineer that caused the alarm:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: It's not too far off from our own, but they are only allowed to do minor injuries. Just things to help make sickbay clear up a bit. Maryse Dubois: And they seem to be adjusting since Indaura "dumbed down" all of the displays. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> He said he had to get supplies, and I didn't want to wait. ::Surly about it to Chocox.:: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon shook her head. :: "You need an experienced pilot here, sir, not a raw recruit who barely knows where the go button is. There's a reason they dragged me up from the flight deck with half the crew laid up." :: She turned back to her console. :: "I've got half a tube of energy pills left." Cptn Swain: Relan> Well, it's entirely theoretical. But, we could use the Enterprise's deflector dish to create an inverse tachyon beam ... ::pauses:: y'all know what those are right? Cptn Swain: ::Nearly laughs at the idea:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "That's right, they didn't have LCARS back then..." :: She sipped the water bottle. :: "You really thought of everything, didn't you?" Cptn Swain: Thalov> :gives Relan a Look::: William Chocox: No need to get surly, if we don't know how something happened we can't prevent it from happening in the future. The reason you need to have an engineer from our crew with you is because sometimes stuff like that alarm happens. Or you accidentally blow up half the ship, but don't tell anyone I told you that. Rhan K'hal: Depending on what solution they come up with to get us home, we may need a very sharp, experienced pilot to execute the maneuver. We don't need the best to babysit a starship that can't even move at the moment anyway. Go, rest, and be ready to do something very likely approaching idiotic and suicidal later after Science has had their go. Cptn Swain: Relan> Right, anyway... we think that if we pointed the inverse tachyon beam at the planet we could open a temporal fissure. Excalibur could move into it and create a static warp shell collapsing the fissure and sending themselves into the future. Maryse Dubois: Actually that was her idea. It's nice when you are surrounded by the right people. Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Hakran K'hal: :: ponders that a moment :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The challenge would be to modulate the tachyon beam to the correct frequency to return us to the proper time, and not, for example, next Tuesday. Or last Tuesday. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> So I'm just supposed to sit around and do nothing? ::He threw down the tool he'd been using.:: If that's the case, I'll just report back to my own ship and tell them you don't need us here. Hakran K'hal: What are the risks to the Enterprise? Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking to the other doctors and techs, being careful to note when particular things were newly developed ::L Irene Mincine: :: Carillon realized further arguing was pointless and that he was right. :: Carillon> "All right. I guess you have a point there. These pills are giving me a killer headache anyway." :: She pushes back her chair and stands up, promptly grabbing her head. :: William Chocox: No, that's not what I'm saying. You just need to wait for the other engineer to get back. How long has he been gone anyway? Cptn Swain: Thalov> There would be a chance that we could be caught in the temporal backwash and possibly pulled in alongside. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::his antennae were working overtime:: Rhan K'hal: You'll learn after a while I'm rarely wrong. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah, just like in the science department." Hakran K'hal: :: looks to Swain :: Rhan K'hal: And take something to counteract the headache. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> I don't know. Seems like a long time. How do you tell time on this blasted ship? ::He threw up his hands and replaced the panel he'd been working on.:: Whatever. What do you want me to do next? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon returns Rhan's line with a grin. :: "And you'll learn that I'm never wrong." :: She takes a few steps and stumbles. She seems confused. :: "Wait, where was I...?" William Chocox: Usually I just ask the computer what time it is. Cptn Swain: It's better than anything we've came up with so far, though a bit theoretical. How much work would be required to modify the Enterprise's deflector dish to emit a Tachyon pulse? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: The good news is, you'll be able to rejoin them soon enough. At least for light duty, and when the Enterprise crew is gone, of course. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::a little quicker than you'd expect:: Three hours, thirty-seven minutes. Depending on the exact modulation. Cptn Swain: Well. ::does one of those looks:: then Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues :: And we can scan to a resolution of...wait. Good enough. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns, looks around :: You, vaguely anemic-looking goldshirt with the phaser and expression like you're half conscious. Take the Lt. to sickbay. Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Looked very relieved. :: "Finally! I'm so ready to get out of here and back to my job." William Chocox: But let's go over here. William Chocox: ::walks with the Engineer:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> The real question, is your ship capable of creating a sufficient warp shell to close the fissure behind you. Hakran K'hal: The ship: probably not, by itself. With our complement of other ships, the chances are considerably better, if we can coordinate them properly. Cptn Swain: Hakran... that's a good question. Maryse Dubois: I figured you would like that. Once the med team is clear of sickbay, we should at least be able to get you back to your quarters. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon waves off the goldshirt. :: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't need my hand held. I just need a few seconds here." :: She steps into the turbolift, walking slowly and looking down at the floor. :: William Chocox: Life support is always coming down around my ears. How long have you been an Engineer? Irene Mincine: Blue> :: Thinks for a minute. :: "Can't you transport me there directly?" Rhan K'hal: A bridge full of aggressively stubborn people. Won't that be fun. Maryse Dubois: ::Raised eyebrow.:: With the way things are working right now? Cptn Swain: (( I am relatively certain we don't have transporters that are working lol )) Indaura Ryssan: Eng Med person> What's in there? Irene Mincine: "...good point." Irene Mincine: ::Blue>:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::His ancient kit slung over his shoulder, he accompanied Chocox to the next system.:: Three years now. You? Indaura Ryssan: Something I can't speak of.. now over here... Cptn Swain: Issaha> Then there is the issue of getting the modulation right, though we might be able to modulate that on the fly. Hakran K'hal: Assuming we can manage that with our one nacelle and squadron, I would also say we're likely going to have to cram all non-essentials into the central shelter areas to avoid any medical issues with radiation, chroniton or otherwise. Cptn Swain: Relan> ::Looks over at the Vulcan saying "on the fly" and blinks:: William Chocox: About the same actually, though I was always taking machinery apart when I was a kid. Irene Mincine: :: The sickbay door opens. Carillon takes two steps inside. :: "...busy place. Maybe I'll come back later." Cptn Swain: ::Nods::: Very well. Thalov, can you have the enterprise begin making the modulations to your array. Harkan, head down to engineering and see what they think. Have Miranda meet me in my ready room, I want to run this by her first, but no harm in doing the leg work. Everyone else can work on finding the right frequency. ::Glances over:: I'd rather not do it, on the fly, as you say. William Chocox: And sorry about my tone earlier, I've had just about the worst week possible. Hakran K'hal: :: nods at Issaha :: It's hardly going to be a set-it-and-forget-it... enterprise. :: Swain :: Aye, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: rises and exits :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Yea, I can see that. This place is a wreck. I'm surprised it is still flying. Hakran K'hal: :: commandeers a lift, orders it to Main Engineering while his mind whirls at warp thinking of all the issues with this plan :: Cptn Swain: (( Why do I always want to call him Harkan )) Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods and heads out towards the shuttles:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters ME, notes a modern goldshirt near the door :: Hawthorne? Cptn Swain: ::Gives Issaha a long look, wondering if he can be left in charge, but decides there are worse things that could happen. Famous last words, of course. Heads out towards the lifts and the bridge:: William Chocox: We've come to find that our Engineering crew works best when everything is going wrong. This was the hardest thing we've had in my time here though. Hakran K'hal: :: gets directed, heads over to her :: Commander Hawthorne. Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Stops Carillon.:: No no... This way please. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon nods and follows the nurse. Blue Irene lays down on the biobed. :: Blue> "Mind if I take a nap?" Rhan K'hal: Ken, I don't suppose we have any super-intelligent yet annoying teenagers to fly the ship for a while? No? Well transfer helm to your station, then leave it alone. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still digging through crates for those ancient converters, Miranda glanced up at her name, careful of the lid this time. She quirked a brow at the science-y K'hal.:: Here. You'll have to squeeze through. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Go ahead. Have a nice rest. ::Gets up and heads for the exit. Making sure it was clear, she opened the door ans slid out before closing again.:: Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Points to empty bio bed.:: Sit there please. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::having just arrived on the bridge:: I can keep us parked if you want. Cptn Swain: D'A> Will get me out of the hanger bay for a bit. My god that place is a mess. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Uh-huh." :: She parks herself on the biobed, holding her head. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> I'd hope so, though they won't tell us everything that happened to you. Don't suppose you'd like to fill in the blanks? Rhan K'hal: By all means. :: smiles :: Hakran K'hal: I wouldn't be much of a Cait if I couldn't squeeze. :: does so :: We've come up with an idea to kill two chronitons with one tachyon. But we need to generate a strong warp shell to do it. How much can the ship give, and can the remaining working craft supplement, and can we control it all? Cptn Swain: D'A> ::smirks and makes her way over. She looked like she'd been through a war:: Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Finds Indaura.:: Doctor, there is a new patient in bed 5. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon had left the helm area a total mess, like everything she touches. There was a pile of snack wrappers and a half-empty tube of energy pills sitting on the touch surface. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: transfers control back to the helm :: William Chocox: Unfortunately if I told you I'd be breaking about 3 Federation Laws and 15 Starfleet Regulations and I think my XO might kill me as well. Cptn Swain: D'a> I see she left the helm like she leaves her pit. Captain will be thrilled if she continues that. Rhan K'hal: Well, she did pull a double, so it's twice as bad as normal. Maybe we can request a rubbish bin to be attached to the new console when we get back home. Cptn Swain: ::Misses that whole conversation as he slips into the ready room:: Rhan K'hal: Assuming she stays on. Seems like Personnel can't keep us stocked in drivers very long. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon's ears burn. Then she horks into a bedpan provided by a nurse down in sickbay. :: Cptn Swain: D;A> What happened to that Marine fellow anyway? I hope the ceiling tiles didn't kill him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She inhaled sharply and moved to the console again.:: IF we can get the hull shored up with proper materials, which we now have, we wouldn't have to worry about the bulkheads collapsing. She could probably take at least eighty to ninety percent of her normal stress factors if we get the repairs done properly this time. Rhan K'hal: I think the Major decided it was best to keep him with the 153rd from now on. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::Nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We can draw additional power from the working craft on board to help with the power strain, which will also act as a buffer. It might blow their power nodules by the time it is over as we'd be using them as temporary breakers. Rhan K'hal: Well, considering we'll be entering the temporal fissure at the planet, "normal" stress factors are probably going to be out the airlock. Rhan K'hal: Which, before your eyes start firing, the Captain does want to see you and discuss it with you, but he wanted the initial legwork to get started. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Mutters.:: Yea, I figured. The tech here is amazing, though. ::When he thought Will wasn't looking, he slipped an Excalibur tricorder into his bag.:: William Chocox: I'm going to need that back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> What? ::innocent look:: William Chocox: Don't play dumb with me. I'm better at it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Sorry? William Chocox: Do I need to come out and say it or reach in your bag, or are you going to give it up willingly? Indaura Ryssan: :: Walking with the pack :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Opens his bag.:: Oh! I thought that was mine.. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I'll get with Will, see what kind of numbers I can give the science team. We have to be able to do this without risking the Enterprise. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::Passes the tricorder back.:: William Chocox: Easy enough mistake to make. ::takes it back:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her jaw flexed, but she didn't immediately discount the idea. So that was good.:: We'll do what we can. That's about all we can do. As you can see, we have plenty of supplies from the Enterprise, but it is going to take time to get all the necessary repairs done. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our main concern right now is the nacelle. Without it operational, you aren't getting any kind of warp field. Hakran K'hal: Yeah, that's what I was afraid of. Okay. I'll let you get up to the Captain, he's in his ready room. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon falls over onto her side and passes out as the doctor arrives, just in time for the end of the episode. The (empty) bedpan she was holding clatters to the floor. :: Rhan K'hal: (( okay Irene and her bevy of characters, I know Sickbay is nice and all but you don't need to move in)) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0811.2019 Excalibur has received a respite in the form the historic Enterprise-C, though that has provided a few complications of its own. As we pick up, it has a been several hours since the E-C crew began assisting in repairs, medical relief, and a joint science team had started work on getting us home in one piece.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in the year ~2282~ 2338, finds itself once again looking for solutions. Their luck seems to have changed, a bit, as the USS Enterprise C has arrived in Sarras, apparently having detected the unusual chroniton signature of the Excalibur falling out of the slipstream. Commander Hawthorne has been a tyrannical martinet about protocol, while Captain Swain has concluded a meeting with the Enterprise command staff. Supplies from the E-C are starting to arrive, as are repair and relief crews. Science has yet to be allowed to talk to their counter parts, but a meeting has been arranged in the mess hall of relevant science staff from both ships. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, making no noise and pretending he's not there :: Hakran K'hal: :: in the mess hall, emphasis still on mess sadly, waiting for this meeting and trying to remember if any of /his/ relatives served on the Enterprise C (and left before time travel shenanigans on their end). Definitely doesn't want to run into his great uncle :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::for purposes of not confusing anyone aboard the Enterprise-C, he had stayed in the lab running the m'Acgyver'ed transphasic scan of the planet:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher joined the science confab in the mess hall, not only because he was one of the more qualified people on the ship to weigh in, but because Miranda had all but ordered him to make sure none of the science geeks let anything slip that didn't need to. Not that, he considered, she trusted him much more.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is sitting up in her isolation room in sick bay. :: "I'm feeling a lot better now. Can't I go to the science meeting?" Maryse Dubois: ::In Sickbay, checking on Blue Irene, bringing her a change of clothes.:: I come bearing gifts. And no. For more than one reason. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Medical relief teams from the Enterprise have arrived and are waiting for assignments from the Excalibur staff. Maryse Dubois: For the same reason that they would be confused by seeing a Romulan on board. Cptn Swain: ACTION2> Several damage control and repair teams from Enterprise have also arrived in Engineering and await orders as well. Irene Mincine: :: Red is hanging out drinking replicated synthoswill in her guest quarters, and Carillon is at the helm rubbing her yellow eye. :: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: wearing a band-aid over her crinkled Bajoran nose and not wearing her earring, since they're about 30 years from Bajorans bopping about on Starfleet ships because of the occupation, is sitting next to her contemplative boss :: Indaura Ryssan: I'd like to see the reaction, but alas that's not to be. Maryse Dubois: Actually you need to stay in this room, at least till guests leave. Speaking of. ::Hands Indaura a PADD.:: Can you coordinate with the Enterprise med team? And make sure they don't come in this room. Actually...make sure they don't touch much of anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had abandoned the bridge to their resident K'hal on duty so that she could oversee the transfer of supplies to engineering and oversee the repair teams. She'd already briefed her own team to ensure that none of the Enterprise crew were left without an escort. She frowned slightly as they began filing into her domain, but tried her best to revert to something of a neutral expression. It wasn't their fault, after all, and they were engineers, so somewhat better than most people.:: Cptn Swain: Tholav> ::The Andorian chief science officer of the Enterprise was standing quietly near the front of the room, observing their future counter-parts. Assuming their tale was to be believed.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Yes Doctor. I'll lock things down just in case of sticky fingers.... shall I 'downgrade' any displays to not tip our advanced hand? Hakran K'hal: Captain, shall we get started? Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. :: "It's 23... um... well, okay... fine... incongruities definitely need to be kept to a minimum..." Cptn Swain: ::Nods, and clears his throat:: Maryse Dubois: Yes please Cptn Swain: Welcome aboard the Excalibur. This is my chief science officer, Lt. K'Hal. Cptn Swain: ::He motioned to the Caitian:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, his fatigue still pretty evident :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to lock up the valuables and downgrade the displays :: Hakran K'hal: This, :: indicated Kenet :: is lieutenant Kenet, head of the space sciences section in the department. Cptn Swain: And this is Lt. Commander Thalov of the Enterprise. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::tips his head:: Greetings. Irene Mincine: :: Blue hmmed. :: "So do we just lock up half the crew until the Enterprise guys leave?" :: Cptn Swain: I believe you've been briefed on the situation Excalibur finds herself in, yes? Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods:: A most, intriguing situation. Time travel is such a... complex matter. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::His antennae wiggled slightly:: Maryse Dubois: ::Closes the door a moment, to keep things from being overheard.:: You do know the importance of the Enterprise C right? Their intervention, and subsequent destruction was very important in relations between the Klingons and Federation. So yes, we probably should keep you and others at least out of sight. Hakran K'hal: That's an understatement, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves the Enterprise medical staff in :: Come in please.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After briefing the Enterprise crew and passing out assignments, sending the various teams off to do their repairs, she took a seat at one of the main consoles to review their newly gained supplies and determine what they still needed.:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae again, but slightly faster:: Mmm Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. How could she forget that? :: "Of course, of course I know. I'm the result of relations between the Klingons and the Federation! Maybe my brain's still a little scrambled from all that radiation." Cptn Swain: So, our objective is fairly straightforward. Find a way to send Excalibur back to our correct time period without further damaging the timeline. Rhan K'hal: :: one of the rare times he bothers to sit in the center seat when the derelict/useless ship is left in his paws, stares between the main display of the Enterprise and the displays on the aux tactical station below and to his left :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Arrives on the bridge, looking rather tired:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Phillipe :: Managed to get the buddy system all set up, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Well at least we are at an understanding. But I do have some good news. I can actually get you some real food to eat. So what are you hungry for? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks exhausted at the helm. :: "Stationkeeping a ship this big with with a damaged computer..." Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::frowns:: Yes. Hakran K'hal: The problem is, even with some degree of repair we will still be closer to a piece of space junk than a space ship. Indaura Ryssan: :: Guides the Ent Medical staff around :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> Perhaps you should scuttle the Excalibur and we focus on sending your crew back without a ship. Hakran K'hal: :: looks at Swain :: That's an option we obviously would like to keep as last resort, but yes, that has been considered. Irene Mincine: Blue> "Now we're talking!" :: She perked up at the mention of food. :: "What am I hungry for? Heart of targ. What do I trust from our replicators is the real question. Not very much as far as Klingon cuisine." Cptn Swain: Yes. Only if we had no other options. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Sighs:: Very well/ Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yeah Klingon cuisine may be off the table for a while. Cptn Swain: Thalov> I would suggest we break into teams. Cptn Swain: I was going to sugges... Hakran K'hal: :: ears swivel back and forth :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I don't know, whatever it can make with our limited power. Chicken salad?" Cptn Swain: Thalov> Based on the information you've given Captain Garrett on your science teams and their specialties, I took the liberty dividing up the labor already. ::Hands a somewhat older PADD to both K'hal and Swain:: Rhan K'hal: You look like you could use a break, Commander. If you want to stretch out in the break room for a bit, I've got the bridge covered. Cptn Swain: Augustin> As much as I would like to, I'm needed down in the shuttle bay. The antigrav lifters are out so we're having to manhaul supplies for engineering once they come off the Enterprise's shuttles. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip as he looked over the assignments:: Rhan K'hal: Ah, yes. Well at least grab a protein bar and an energy drink. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the list, but waits for Swain to be all Captainy and make decisions :: Maryse Dubois: Chicken Salad huh? I think we can manage that. Sit tight. ::Leaves the iso room, closing it behind her. She then goes to get food.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A few of the Enterprise medical staff are grousing that they're being herded around like cattle. Something along the lines of "you try and help..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With everything as settled in engineering as it could be, she rose and strode out of the department, taking the lift down to the shuttle bay to supervise offloading.:: Cptn Swain: Well ::he cleared his throat:: Thank you for taking the initiative. K'hal do you have any suggestions? Cptn Swain: Augustin> I will be so happy to never eat another one of those protein bars again. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I got a tube of caffeine pills if you want 'em, sirs." :: She holds up a small metal tube she'd been keeping at the helm. :: "We swear by 'em on the flight line." Rhan K'hal: :: holds up a finger, hops up and goes to his usual spot at mission ops, digs around in the console a bit, then springs back up :: Catch! :: tosses a precious chocolate-chip granola bar to Augustin :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Perks up:: I owe you one. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles, watching Maryse leave. She lies back down on her isolation bed, made more comfortable by a few extra blankets stuffed under her. :: "She's too good for us." Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::glances to the Caitian expectantly:: Hakran K'hal: While I would normally mirror the Commander's approach, under the circumstances I'm afraid our staff is about half-dead with fatigue. I'd rather do a wholesale push together for a while and then call a break. Perhaps after that, if we've discovered avenues to walk down, we can pair off. Rhan K'hal: Consider it a gift, since I get to lounge up here while you're hauling crates. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Frowns:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in the shuttle bay, the supplies from the Enterprise were arriving and Miranda was handed a data padd as they were offloaded so she could check the manifest.:: Who organized these? ::She swore under her breath.:: Cptn Swain: That is a good point. Most of the crew hasn't had more than a few hours of actual sleep since this all began. So, why don't we do that. ::Looks at his watch:: I am actually needed elsewhere, so why don't you all get started. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I'll keep you apprised, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff :: ... oh I can't answer that question Rhan K'hal: :: settles back in the big chair :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae hiding his annoyance.:: Hakran K'hal: :: taps the lonely comm badge on the table beside him, opening up a one-way audio link to the lab so Issaha can listen in. Hakran K'hal: I'm sorry Commander, I know you went to some effort, and as I said, I would normally copy your approach. But we're running on a sliver of dilithium here, so we'll waste less time this way. Cptn Swain: Thalov>::Shrugs:: Very well. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene tries to open the door to her guest quarters. The computer beeps and complains about a security lockdown. :: "What?" Hakran K'hal: So, whatever ideas or insights your people have would be great to get on the table first. We've been thinking this through inside and out. Twice. Perhaps a fresh set of eyes, and antennae, would jump-start us a bit. Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back to Irene's room with a tray of food.:: You didn't specify what drink, so I got you water. :;Sets the tray by her bed, making sure the door closes again. Then she sits in a chair nearby.:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Thanks. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week." :: She ravenously chows down on the tray of food. Between bites, she tries to keep up the conversation. :: "Keeping an eye on me or keeping me company?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning one of the other staff :: Maryse Dubois: Yes. ::Nibbling on a tuna sandwich.:: Rhan K'hal: :: notes Carillon doing her job with quiet efficiency, and ensign Obee taking his usual spot with youthful enthusiasm and partially torn uniform, and the puniest tactically trained officer on the ship that wouldn't be much use in the shuttlebay looking like it needs a stack of padds to sit on :: Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Sir?" :: She turns around in her seat. :: Rhan K'hal: :: his eyes dart back over to Valerie :: Yes, Lieutenant? Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her own scan :: Seems I'm dehydrated. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::begins rattling off several ideas:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "Uh-huh." :: She's making great progress on her salad. :: "You sure do like being alone with me." :: She laughs and sips her water. :: Hakran K'hal: :: makes notes as Thalov goes through them :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I heard you, didn't know if there was something wrong...er than usual." Rhan K'hal: Ah, sorry. :: lopsided fangy grin :: I forget your hearing is almost as good as mine. No, I was just reflecting on the history of this ship... and the future of this ship, and then the future history of this ship... :: shakes head :: Damned time travel. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Walking among the stacks of crates, she scanned each in turn and sent them whizzing off to their destinations. Most went to engineering, but there were several for science and a few for medical.:: Hakran K'hal: :: as Thalov trails off :: Hmm... a slingshotted slingshot. I bet Commander Hawthorne would just love that idea. Maryse Dubois: ::Laughs:: Just a part of the job, I guess. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0804.2019 Excalibur, lost in the year ~2282~ 2338, finds itself once again looking for solutions. Their luck seems to have changed, a bit, as the USS Enterprise C has arrived in Sarras, apparently having detected the unusual chroniton signature of the Excalibur falling out of the slipstream. Commander Hawthorne has been a tyrannical martinet about protocol, while Captain Swain has concluded a meeting with the Enterprise command staff. Supplies from the E-C are starting to arrive, as are repair and relief crews. Science has yet to be allowed to talk to their counter parts, but a meeting has been arranged in the mess hall of relevant science staff from both ships.

MISSION BRIEF: As If the GM had watched a certain episode of TNG recently, the USS Enterprise-C under Captain Rachel Garrett has arrived at Sarras and has offered assistance. Meanwhile, dire straits for Team Mincine as their version of the science officer is in rough shape in medical. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, waiting for Miranda to arrive. He expected she would be rather cross with him for just inviting their new buddies over for tea.:: William Chocox: ::Is working on keeping the ship together:: Rhan K'hal: :: still at his station, compiling shopping lists and then trimming off anything the Enterprise wouldn't have for another 40 years :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is still in rough shape down in the isolation room in sick bay. There's a cool fade to Red Irene laying in the same position on a bed in some guest quarters nearby. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::' Cptn Swain: Issaha> So, let's get to work on simulation that transphasic scan. If my hunch is right, maybe oue next lunch won't be these awful starfleet rations. Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on Blue Irene after her intense treatment.:: Hakran K'hal: :: rings the chime to Red Irene's guest room :: Hakran K'hal: Issaha's New Pets> :: get to work after rolling their eyes at one another :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue: The radiation was successfully purged. Now what's left to address is the lingering effect from all that radiation, which presumably would be Very Bad for her. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge searching for Swain, rather cross at him for inviting yet another group of Starfleet officers over for tea. He obviously had no respect for the preservation of their timeline.:: Rhan K'hal: :: reaches out and hands Miranda a cup of her usual as she walks by :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Commander. Maryse Dubois: ::Goes into the room, tapping something on Irene's bio bed, unsure if she is awake or not.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red pops up from the bed and answers the door. She tries to suppress her initial shock at seeing Hakran there, more or less successfully. :: "Oh, um, lieutenant. What brings you?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Mutters :: two Irenes... Irene Mincine: :: Blue's awake but quite listless. :: "Yeah?" :: She says weakly, barely opening her eyes. :: Hakran K'hal: Thought I'd see how you were faring., other than going stir crazy, if you're anything like the Irene I'm used to. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Gives Rhan a nod of thanks, feeling a bit drained. She sighed as she took her usual seat.:: Captain. Who are we expecting this time? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Wonders if Miranda will finally deck Swain. He wouldn't blame her.:: Cptn Swain: No one I am tangentially related to! Cptn Swain: ::Pauses biting his lip:: As far as I know anyway. Irene Mincine: Red> "Oh. I'm doing okay... I guess..." :: Red looks down at the floor. :: "I'm happy to be out of that sick bay. And it's nice to see you again... well, one of you..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, that's something at least. ::She grumbled as she took a sip of her drink.:: Maryse Dubois: Hey Irene. I would ask how you are feeling...but I can pretty much picture it. ::Still playing with the bed.:: The good news is I can fix it. I'm going to be setting up an IV for you to get your some much needed nutrients. Then a bit of a hypo treatment, followed up by some regeneration if need be. Cptn Swain: Rhan can you bring up our visitors on the view screen? Hakran K'hal: That's the multiverse for you. Never know when the dead are going to rise in a different colored shirt. :: pauses a beat :: Am I in a different colored shirt, or am I a nerd in any universe? Rhan K'hal: One second, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to fix the over rotation of the exterior visible spectrum sensors, and POP goes the Enterprise :: Irene Mincine: :: Red grins at that one. :: "No, we were both command. You were at tactical and I was at the helm." Cptn Swain: ::Motions:: I give you, our new best friends. Irene Mincine: :: Blue looks nonplussed. :: "I hate IVs... it's better than the alternative, I guess." :: She stares up at the ceiling. :: "I was sure I was going to ride that barge all the way to Gre'thor." Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Rhan is going to laugh his ass off at the thought of me shooting torpedoes. I'm going to for that matter. Though I suppose you probably feel the same way about being a biologist in this universe. Cptn Swain: ::Runs his hand through his hair, wearing a different hairstyle this week, despite it happening right after last week.:: Irene Mincine: "I actually don't know anything about the me in this universe. The way they were talking about her, it seemed like she was going to drop dead right then and there." :: She got some of her favorite Aldebaran whiskey from the replicator. :: "Yuck. I had a whole bottle in my quarters back home." Maryse Dubois: Someday you will. ::Setting up the IV tower into the biobed.:: But today isn't that day. ::Gently takes Irene's arm, then sticks the IV line into her. Once set, she activates it.:: You may get a bit of a chilling sensation at first, but it will pass. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her nostrils flared and she squinted.:: That's the Enterprise. Hakran K'hal: She's a fighter, and stubborn as hell. So is the doctor. I'm rather counting on her getting well enough so you can meet yourselves. William Chocox: ::looks over the latest reports:: I feel like every step forward I take we take two steps back. Rhan K'hal: And no shooting Romulans. Yet. Gotta remember to not mention that. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I was glad I showered before they showed up. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::feels a disturbance in the force:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise-C? ::Her hand curled into a fist.:: You invited Captain Rachel Garrett over for tea?! Rhan K'hal: :: holds back a snicker with great force of will :: Cptn Swain: I mean, I suppose we could do coffee, But you know I prefer tea. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::makes a face to try and hide his amusement:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue laughed, figuring that not everyone knows the difference between the two Klingon afterlives. :: "Yeah, you're right about that. Someday I will go straight to Klingon Hell, for screwing up this badly." :: She grimaced when Maryse put the IV in. :: "I hate that part." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She balked.:: What in the hell were you thinking? ::Her hand covered half her face as she groaned, taking stock.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red nodded. :: "If she's anything like me, she'll be fighting to get out of sick bay even if all her limbs fall off and she turns into a pineapple." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm escorting her personally and no one is to speak with her... about anything. Cptn Swain: ::Under normal circumstances he may have issued a mildly corrective for openly questioning him in front of the bridge staff, but he supposed that given their history and the situation she deserved some slack.:: It's not as if we exactly had many options. Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Sounds about right. :: leans against the arm of the couch :: So, if you don't mind me asking, how did I die? Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow, maybe a little too much slack:: Commander, I think we should continue this in my ready room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, that's probably best. ::She rose stiffly, forcing herself to relax.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red nearly choked on her third glass of vile replicated booze. :: "You really want to know that? That's not the kind of thing people ask!" Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she sits next to Irene for a while.:: Now now. I'll not have an honorable person like yourself talking about going to Hell. It's nothing but Sto'Vo'Kor for you. Got it? I'll come yell at the ferry man myself if I have to. ::Checks vitals as the IV does it's work.:: Cptn Swain: ::Motions for her to lead the way:: Hakran K'hal: I'm a scientist in this universe. I like to know things. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::glances wide-eyed towards Rhan:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks in on Blue Irene :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as Indaura pokes her head in.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stalked into his ready room, pacing the floor as she waited for the door to close behind him.:: Cptn Swain: ::He made his way in, girding himself:: Irene Mincine: "Do you know how it feels to have a machine powered by your own blood end up destroying half the ship, stranding you in the past, and nearly killing everyone in Engineering?" :: Blue was very agitated now. The IV was improving her vitals but her emotional state might not be helping. :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back at Augustin, smirks :: He must've had a helluva vacation before we started this mission, he's been really chill, all things considered. And she'll need a helluva vacation after this, where-slash-whenever we are. Cptn Swain: (( I mean who hasn't done that at least once. )) Indaura Ryssan: I can't say that I know that feeling. William Chocox: ((I would say me, but I did blow up half the ship.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Didn't Tandy do that, too?)) Cptn Swain: Augustin> Don't we all. Cptn Swain: ::The doors slid shut behind him:: Rhan K'hal: :: gets the compiled list, such as it is, put together :: Well hell, now what do I do with it? I can't give her a 2370s padd. Irene Mincine: :: Red sighed. :: "We were attacked on a diplomatic mission... they beamed marines onto the bridge before we got the shields up..." :: She trailed off, turning beet red and starting to uncharacteristically tear up. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You're walking a very thin line, Captain. ::She wasn't yelling, which was a good thing, but she was obviously extremely agitated.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could replicate some paper. Maryse Dubois: ((Well he did have an entire ship in his head.)) Cptn Swain: ::He tipped his head:: True, but it's my line to walk. Cptn Swain: (( Tandy once got several us kidnapped by a Scorpiad fighter he bought as an egg at some planet's market, too. )) Rhan K'hal: She'd need to bring an AT to carry it, it'd be like printing the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition in 10 cm tall letters. William Chocox: ((I miss Tandy.)) Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could replicate some old iso chips. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't think you're giving enough weight to the decisions you're making. This woman... you know who she is and what happens to her. You KNOW how important she is to the timeline! Rhan K'hal: :: runs a paw through his mane :: That'd probably be the best option, they haven't changed that much. Cptn Swain: I don't have any intention of telling her about the future. Hakran K'hal: Well, good to know I died unexpectedly while on a mission of peace. Cptn Swain: But I didn't exactly have many options, now did I? It's not like I could just make up some yarn about us being some freighter or something and just uh leave us alone and we'll figure it out? Maryse Dubois: ::Administers a dose of medication into the IV when the time came.:: You know the success rate was not 100% so stop placing blame on yourself. I need you to relax. Rhan K'hal: :: starts tapping at his console :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Writing things in her padd :: Cptn Swain: And besides, we've already altered the timeline. There may be a way to fix that, but certainly not without help. Cptn Swain: At this rate, without help, I don't think we could even think about just getting back to our own timeline. Rhan K'hal: :: heads over to the replicator, waits while the ailing computer restarts it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You might not have any intention of telling her, but someone else might let something slip. She's a legend. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what if she asks about her own future? What will you tell her? Cptn Swain: That she knows I can't tell her that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: But it probably won't stop her from asking. Irene Mincine: :: Red blurted out, :: "You saved my life. That was always you. Selfless. And it cost you..." Rhan K'hal: :: finally the replicator spools up and spits out an oozing pool of what should be an isolinear chip :: CRAP. Cptn Swain: ::He lifted a brow:: And you don't trust me not tell her? Hakran K'hal: You'd do the same for me. In either universe. Rhan K'hal: :: tries again :: Cptn Swain: ::He headed over to the small bar. It was completely a mess, but he managed to find two glasses and an undamaged bottle of something purple and viscous:: Perellian Cordial. ::He said making his way back to her:: Corizon's apparently. Irene Mincine: :: Blue certainly wasn't calming down. :: "It was such a ridiculous plan! I could have killed everyone. I.. I should be dead... I..." :: Well, maybe the medication was making her calm down. :: Rhan K'hal: :: gets the same result, uses a rather inventive stream of insults aimed at the replicator unit :: Rhan K'hal: I swear if we make it back to our timeline I'm asking for a new bridge module. If not a whole new ship, the way things are going. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the drink with a dubious look, quirking a brow.:: I trust you not to tell her, but I don't trust her not to press. Not you, of course, but if she's given access to the crew... Cptn Swain: Augustin> You could ask her to bring you one. Irene Mincine: :: Red smiles faintly, through her tears. :: "I'd do it for you in a second." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or our databanks! Cptn Swain: I trust the crew. ::He said taking a sip. It was a little sweet for him, but it had a solid finish:: Cptn Swain: But if makes you feel better. I can tell her our transporters are down and that I'll come over by shuttle. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to Engineering, need a quick favor. I need 10, mid-2300 isolinear chips replicated and the ones up here are... not fit for recreating fertilizer for a Tellarite potato farm. Cptn Swain: ::He smirked:: Probably not far from the truth. Indaura Ryssan: :: Thinking they both, Blue and Red, just need a good rest :: Maryse Dubois: Do you want to know something? :;Sighs.:: I ran the numbers for the slingshot jump. ::Paused::: It wasn't going to work. And I mean at all. We wouldn't even be having this talk. Yes your idea didn't quite get us home, but we're still alive to try again. Thanks to you. William Chocox: +Rhan+ I...I'll see what I can do sir. We've maybe got one that's functioning properly. I'll get them up there as soon as possible. Hakran K'hal: Well, I didn't mean to make you sad. You've already got enough to deal with. I know the Commander wants you stuffed out of the way, and we're not exactly in great shape, but if you need anything, let me know. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Thank buddy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It would make me feel better to meet on her ship where there's less chance of an... incident, but I'd have to protest you going over there yourself. Rhan K'hal: (( thanks even - though if you want to thank some NPC named buddy, you can do that too )) Cptn Swain: We can shuttle the supplies back and forth. Would give the fighter pilots something to do anyway. I am sure they're getting antsy. Rhan K'hal: (( I pity any children Miranda may have - they're going to be locked in a dungeon as soon as they're capable of walking )) Irene Mincine: :: The combination of Maryse's reassurances and the medication was calming Blue down. :: "Yeah, I'm sure you're right... we'll find a way to get us home. I just..." :: Irene gurgled. :: "...urgh. Your medicine's making me sick. It feels so weird going into me like that!" Irene Mincine: :: Red nodded. :: "Thank you. I know I don't belong here, but... you made me feel welcome." Cptn Swain: Augustin> Should we check to see if she's killed him yet? Rhan K'hal: :: throws the now solidified failures into a pile of other debris that hasn't been cleaned up yet :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Sorry. It's safer this way. Rhan K'hal: Nah. She's too busy fixing the ship to want to take command. She'll kill him later. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Supplies, fine, but not you. I'll go speak with her. I'm the most qualified to lay out the physical needs of the ship. Irene Mincine: "Seems kinda... archaic." :: Blue looked at the big-ass needle and tube sticking out of her arm. :: Hakran K'hal: :: gives Red Irene's shoulder a squeeze :: Okay, I have a blue-uniformed Irene to check on. It's hard enough keeping up with one of you. :: smirks and heads for the door :: Cptn Swain: ::He tensed:: And the least qualified to explain how we got here. Let alone what we'll need to do to get back. ::He paused:: Why don't we both go. Irene Mincine: :: Red smiles faintly and walks him to the door. :: "It was great to see you again." Maryse Dubois: Maybe it'll help by not looking at it. Hakran K'hal: We are trying to figure out how to get everyone, including you, where and when they belong. So just hang in there. :: exits Red's room and heads for the lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stared at him flatly.:: Leaving the ship without a Captain or Commander? ::She threw up her hands.:: Why not? No one is going to protest, will they? Irene Mincine: "I can feel it! That doesn't help!" :: Blue frowns! :: "Better than Gre'thor, I guess." Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a lift, heads to sickbay once again :: Cptn Swain: I am trying to... I am trying to work with you Miranda. Irene Mincine: :: Red sighs and returns to her fake booze. Even if it tasted terrible, it was at least a taste of home. :: Maryse Dubois: Well maybe reading will help take your mind off things. ::Hands her a PADD.:: Cptn Swain: Look, I know things haven't been easy between us lately. And that's not your fault, but we can't go on like this. Not while the ship is in crisis. Hakran K'hal: :: walks into sickbay and heads over to Irene's room, gives the door jamb a rap with a knuckle :: Cptn Swain: The way I see it, our primary concern is getting this crew home. I am not unaware of my responsibilities as a Starfleet captain. Hell I almost marooned us in the last time period on those concerns. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks, waving Hakran in.:: And look at that. More visitors. Hakran K'hal: :: comes in, looks Blue over :: You look like hell, but at least you're not in it. Cptn Swain: The crew needs to know we're on the same page. We can't let ::he motioned to them:: our troubles make them think there's a crises in the ready room too. Indaura Ryssan: :: Turns her head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed and downed the entirety of the drink he'd given her, wincing at the burn. The glass thunked against his desk as she sat it down firmly.:: No, we can't. I'm trying hard to learn to trust you again. After what you did... it's been difficult for me to do that. Cptn Swain: :He nodded:: And I am trying to be respectful of that, because lord knows I don't really deserve a second chance from you. Irene Mincine: "I suppose." :: She glances at the padd, then puts it down on her chest when Hak comes over. :: "Sir! Please excuse my, uh, state of dress." :: Since this was a decontamination room, she was covered by two tiny pieces of fabric that barely covered her groin and chest. At least we know this was Blue and not Red because of her big bat'leth scar and array of tattoos. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I know you have the crew's best interest in mind, but you haven't had the best track record lately. So when I see you taking unnecessary risks... ::She shook her head.:: Hakran K'hal: Oh for crying out loud, Irene, you're in sickbay getting yourself put back together. I can hardly blame you for being a bit skimpy. Just don't show up in the science labs like that, you'd make even Semek's Vulcan head turn. Cptn Swain: And I appreciate your perspective, you know that. But we can't have a repeart of what happened on the bridge. Cptn Swain: You know how gossipy the bridge staff is -- by this evening we'll have reportedly had fisticuffs or a Vulcan wrestling match on the bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Then maybe you should start including me in your risky decisions. How about that for compromise? Irene Mincine: :: Irene calmed down. :: "Well, you startled me, that's all. It's different when doctors see me half-naked than superior officers." Cptn Swain: I didn't exactly have time to ask you when the Enterprise hailed us, but fair enough. Cptn Swain: I will do a better job of including you in my decisions. So, here's your first one. We almost certainly can't get back to our time period without the help of the Enterprise. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in agreement.:: Agreed. Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Cptn Swain: Our engineering teams are swamped, and medical hasn't stopped since we got lost in this infernal paradox. William Chocox: ::goes to the replicator:: +Rhan+ I think I've got what you need sir. Hakran K'hal: I do the department's paperwork, Irene, it's not like I'm a Fleet Admiral. Anyway, I hope you haven't been beating yourself up, figuratively since you're not up to doing it physically yet, about what happened. I pushed to use you as hard as you pushed to keep up. Cptn Swain: To say nothing of the science teams and operations folks. Cptn Swain: The repairs might go faster with some help from her crew, but obviously there's some risks there. Cptn Swain: And our science people will need to work with hers closely. Cptn Swain: And we're going to have to share some of our, specifications. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "I've felt terrible about it. Dr. Dubois's been talking me through it, though." Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Great. I can have someone swing by, I have people all over the place. Unless you need to take a leisurely walk while contemplating your next repair. I wouldn't want to deny you thinking time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned, but begrudgingly agreed.:: All that is fine, but we still need to take precautions. Briefings for the crew and such. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No overt access to our systems. This isn't going to be just a supply transfer. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles over at Maryse :: She's the best. Of course she's had plenty of practice doing in the insane and experimental, being on this ship for so long. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: William Chocox: +Rhan+ I...uh...I should...Commander Hawthorne would probably want me to wander up there. Irene Mincine: "She's put me back together so many times..." :: By now the medication had given her a glassy and totally out of it look, like she just drank a whole bottle of Benadryl. :: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Of course. :: the smirk quite audible :: Cptn Swain: ::he nodded:: Agreed. Why don't you start on protocols, I'll head over and tell her only what she needs to know. Cptn Swain: I don't get the sense she entirely trusts us. Hakran K'hal: :: looks back to Irene :: Good, you have a nice nap now, and I'll try to science our way out of this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I wouldn't ether, frankly. ::She turned for the door.:: Remember what I said about risks... Irene Mincine: "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm..." :: She conked right out. :: Cptn Swain: Can we agree to that? William Chocox: ::starts to wander up to the Bridge:: Cptn Swain: (( sorry to run late but want to wrap this section up)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sir. ::She nodded.:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps out of Irene's room to let her sleep :: Doctors, I'm grateful for your efforts. Cptn Swain: ::he sighed at the sir, but he understood:: Very well. I'll tell Rhan to inform Enterprise of the change in travel plans. Maryse Dubois: ::To Hakran.:: She's been through the worst of it. It's just a matter of getting her body back up to strength. Cptn Swain: And when we get home, you can feel free to deck me again if you still want to. Deal? Hakran K'hal: Don't be afraid to sit on her if she tries to come back to work before she's ready. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She laughed.:: If I still want to? Sure. Deal. Cptn Swain: ..and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0728.2019 As If the GM had watched a certain episode of TNG recently, the USS Enterprise-C under Captain Rachel Garrett has arrived at Sarras and has offered assistance. Meanwhile, dire straits for Team Mincine as their version of the science officer is in rough shape in medical.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in the year 2338, continues to attempt to both make sense of their attempt to return to their correct time period failed and also make repairs. Tensions are running high as they have detected an incoming warp signature that should be entering into visual range soon. It has been two hours since we last saw our valiant heroes, will Rhan have gotten a sandwich, will Irene still be blue and red, will Will have blown something up? FIND OUT! Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::Is in Engineering, somehow managing to avoid blowing something up:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene is annoyed but following her orders to stay in sickbay. Blue Irene is passed out in isolation. :: Maryse Dubois: :;In sickbay, keeping an eye on the 2 Irene's Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking some cold water to calm her nerves :: Rhan K'hal: ::has not had a sandwich, but is munching on a protein bar from his seat at ops:: Cptn Swain: ::Having managed to showered, and changed uniforms, Swain was looking rather handsome, imo:: Hakran K'hal: :: haven taken his Dr (of Engineering) ordered nap, returns to the lab to see if they discovered the cure for temporal displacement yet :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mincinie... ::She said, approaching the red-shirted Irene.:: We need to talk. Follow me. ::She gestured her to one of the unused offices.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::had not napped, but Rihans had superior stamina to Lloann'an or their fur allies:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Still working on several computations:: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon is still at the helm, trying to keep them from hitting anything. She hasn't eaten or showered. :: Irene Mincine: Red> "Hmm?" :: Red Irene hops off of the biobed. :: Red> "Sure. What's up?" :: She heads for the unused office. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Looking swarthy, but managing:: Captain. Indaura Ryssan: I need to relax... hmm Cptn Swain: Status report? Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to the isolation room Blue Irene is using. She checks the readings.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda took a seat once they were inside and gestured for Irene to do the same.:: You're situation is somewhat... unique, Mincine. What do you know so far about what happened? Hakran K'hal: How goes it? Rhan K'hal: I'd call status slightly better than FUBAR. And that's only because I can recognize how FU we are. If that incoming ship wants to shoot, our best hope is that it hits one of the holes. Cptn Swain: How long before they're in range. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is steadily getting worse. She probably doesn't have too much longer without intervention. Red sits across from Miranda. :: "Well, captain, you should know more about it than I do. We were running an experiment on quantum entanglement in engineering. It went pear-shaped and I went from sitting at tactical to waking up in engineering somehow. Then I came here, sir." Cptn Swain: ::Taking his seat, and trying not to think about wanting tea:: Rhan K'hal: Approximately three minutes, Cap. Cptn Swain: Maybe someone's bringing us a fruit basket. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon spoke up from helm. :: Val> "We can barely maneuver anyway, so if they do start shooting there's not much I can do." Cptn Swain: Or a sandwich delivery service. Rhan K'hal: We could use it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well... if you want my professional opinion.. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I'd say that we're lucky to even have survived. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Quantum entanglement... ::She sighed.::: Yes, that would do it. Well, first of all, you're not on the ship you left. You're on the Excalibur, but not the Excalibur from your... ah... dimension. Whatever experiment your ship was running tangled with ours and you got pulled out of your reality. William Chocox: ::looks over the list of things that still need to be fixed:: William Chocox: (m)There's still so much to do. Cptn Swain: Is the viewer at least working? Hakran K'hal: Yeah, I imagine we are. I'm pretty much guessing there's crap we can do about getting back to when we came from... originally, without outside intervention or a long time in a spacedock? Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns, taking notes on her PADD.:: Rhan K'hal: :: pushes the button to turn it on :: Rhan K'hal: :: tilts head :: Well, it's working, just sideways at about 62 degrees. Maryse Dubois: :;Quietly goes through her options.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene took a second after Miranda spoke. Sweat started dripping from her forehead. :: Red> "I... what are you saying, sir? I'm on a different Excalibur? Look, I told her that I don't have a concussion, so you can stop with whatever you're trying to do." Irene Mincine: Red> "Sir." Cptn Swain: Issaha> If this were a Galae vessel, perhaps we could. ::He tipped his head:: Though if it were a Galae vessel we wouldn't be having this conversation because Irene's little experiment would have likely caused the AQS unit to lose containment and we'd have created quantum sinkhole instead of just ruined a planet. Hakran K'hal: Silver linings Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Put our guest on screen. Maryse Dubois: ::Goes her lab to prepare a treatment.:: Rhan K'hal: :: pushes some more buttons, the view swirls around a bit before (crookedly) displaying a rather holographically pixilated starship :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned.:: No, our medical staff checked you over and you appear none the worse for wear. I'm sorry to have to break the news to you this way, but what I said is true. You're in a different reality. I'm not sure how else to put it. ::She gestured to the ship outside.:: Think about it... the little differences you've seen so far that didn't really register. ::One finger tapped at her own uniform pips that clearly indicated her rank as Commander, not Captain.:: Rhan K'hal: :: mutters something about replicating a television and hanging it up :: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks up at the screen, then back down at her sensor readings. :: Val> "That's... not very helpful up there." Cptn Swain: ACTION> On screen, the visage of a starship appears. It's... the Enterprise. Hakran K'hal: Well, keep at it. :: looks at his Starfleet staff :: I know under normal circumstances Issaha isn't in the chain of command but he's got experience seniority on this kind of science so when I'm not down here, you follow his lead. William Chocox: ((Which Enterprise?)) Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's attitude changed suddenly. She leaned over the table, putting her head down. :: "I... yeah, that's one of the possibilities if the experiment screwed up, the science chief said, isn't it?" Rhan K'hal: E... N... I... no that 's a T... E... R... I... Ssssss! Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Well. I always wanted to run into the Enterprise. I guess I should not have specified the Enterprise-C. Irene Mincine: :: Val's cybernetic hand swept over her console, trying to get a clear enough sensor reading to see if it really was what it seemed. :: Val> "Oh, my god..." Cptn Swain: ACTION> Incoming Hail Cptn Swain: ACTION> Deffo using some good sound track music for this. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over the Irene's records :: Maryse Dubois: ::Has the computer prepare a mixture, as she is programming something on her PADD.:: Rhan K'hal: They're hailing, sir. Cptn Swain: ::Checks his uniform:: Put them through. Irene Mincine: :: The records say Blue Irene's, uh, totally screwed unless something gets done pretty quick. :: Rhan K'hal: :: answers the hail and hopes the interior feed isn't as crooked as the exterior :: On hoooo-screen sir. Cptn Swain: Garrett> This is Captain Rachel Garrett of the Federation starship Enterprise to unidentified vessel. Cptn Swain: ::Spends just a few moments with that, considering his options:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Quantum entanglement is a tricky thing and can go wrong in so many different ways. I need your help with this, Ensign. If you can give me as much information as possible on your Excalibur's experiment, we might be able to factor it into our own issues and figure out what happened. And maybe even get you back home. Maryse Dubois: ::The computer beeps, prompting her to grab the vial from the container. Placing it in a hypo, she takes the PADD and a couple other devices with her back to the isolation room. Entering the room, she places everything in a tray before examining Blue Irene one more time.:: I found something that will help. ::Pretty much talking to herself.:: But I have a way to "flush" your system of the radiation. Cptn Swain: +Garrett+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur. It's good to see a friendly face. It's been a complicated last few uh weeks. Maryse Dubois: ::She starts with the hypo, injecting it into Irene. She then places a device over the chest, and then a neural stimulator on her forehead.: Cptn Swain: ::Miranda was going to kill him:: Maryse Dubois: ::Lastly, she grabs the PADD, and begins inputting commands that begin to activate the dormant nanites within Irene.:: William Chocox: Alright, so this, that, and then finally that. ::grabs his engineering kit and starts getting back to work:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's definitely out of it, there. With her uniform disposed of, she's sitting there with nothing covering her but a thin blanket. Her heart rate increases when Maryse begins her treatment... :: Cptn Swain: Garrett> ::lifting a brow:: Captain... Swain? Your ship doesn't match any scans of any Federation starship. Maryse Dubois: ::The device on her chest is an external pacemaker of sorts that will help regulate her heart.:: Ok little guys. Get to work. Irene Mincine: Red> "I'm the tactical officer, cap--" :: She notes Miranda's collar again. :: "--mander. I don't know all the details of the experiment. I just know what I needed to know." Hakran K'hal: :: enters the bridge, looks at the screen, and seriously considers just turning right back around :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's breathing gets more steady. With Maryse's treatment, her vital signs slowly begin to improve. :: Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip:: It's a long story, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: thinks: "even if we were in our own time it probably wouldn't match any scans of any Federation starship" :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks up to Dr. Dubois :: Cptn Swain: Garrett> ::Shifts in her seat:: It would seem so. Our sensor scans show you have heavy damage and some casualties. Can we be of assistance? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: There's a lot you can tell me without knowing all the details of the experiment itself. Things like what sort of orders were issued, what area of space you were in, why you were running that type of experiment in the first place. ::She offered Irene a padd.:: Can you do that for me? Anything you can think of about your ship and what was happening could be important to us. Hakran K'hal: :: eventually does put it back in gear and heads to the science station :: Maryse Dubois: Good...We're clearing the first hurdles. ::Once ready, she initiates phase 2.:: Rhan K'hal: :: wants to quip "a story a hundred years in the making!" but has better impulse control than the ship currently has :: Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: That would be most welcome. Once you get here you and I can discuss our... story. Irene Mincine: Red> "Of... of course. I'll help any way I can." :: She begins punching things into the padd. They were in the same system as our Excalibur investigating a quantum anomaly... someone from science had come up with the experiment to get more detail on the inside of it... as much of a timeline as she could remember... :: Cptn Swain: Garrett> ::Smiles:: It must be a helluva story. We'll be in transport range soon. If you can start preparing a list of what you'll need from us. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Will do. Rhan K'hal: I'll start compiling, sir. Again. Rhan K'hal: :: zips messages off to the departments asking for a list of urgent supplies :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gasps for air as Phase 2 begins and that one medical alarm you all know goes off! :: Hakran K'hal: :: replies back to Rhan "the usual" :: Maryse Dubois: ::Adjusts the device on her chest.:: Easy now. William Chocox: ::hears the ping and sends back the list of all the stuff they need in Engineering...it's somewhat long:: Irene Mincine: :: The alarm stops and Blue's vitals go back to steady improvement. She even moves one of her fingers! :: Maryse Dubois: ((Is a new warp nacelle on the list?)) Cptn Swain: ::Straightens his uniform:: Well, at least this time its not some distant relation of mine. William Chocox: ((Always)) Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Swain to Miranda Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, I'll leave you to it. When you're done, give that to Dr. Dubois. +Swain+ Yes, Captain? Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ How do you feel about famous company? Maryse Dubois: ::Pleased with the progress of the nanites.:: Rhan K'hal: :: reads the Engineering list, mutters :: Ambassador classes aren't THAT big. Irene Mincine: Red> "Will do. Um... what about guest quarters? Do I have to stay here in sick bay?" :: She stops when Miranda's badge gets beeped. :: Blue> "Mm... gre'thor... won't... I'm..." :: Blue, meanwhile, is mumbling deliriously now. :: Cptn Swain: ::Overhears Rhan and giggles:: Maryse Dubois: Well at least she is becoming talkative. ::Makes another adjustment before beginning the final phase.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Depends on the company. ::She sighed.:: I'm on my way up. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Hearing Rhan clearly :: "Starships have gotten a lot bigger in the last century, haven't they?" Rhan K'hal: :: having a good idea of what Maryse always needs, begins a medical list until someone can get to it :: Indaura Ryssan: Nanites.... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Looking back to Red Irene, she nodded.:: Yes, I'll have quarters assigned to you, but close. The doctor might need you to save *our* version of Irene. Rhan K'hal: Last time I spoke with family back in San Fran, rumors are in the works for a 1000m ship for production at the turn of the century. I'd hate to miss it. Irene Mincine: :: The final phase begins and Blue goes from delirious to obvious pain. :: Red> "Your... I hadn't even thought of that..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: She's in a very bad way right now... Rhan K'hal: Captain, I hope you plan on using your ready room because we still haven't gotten the conference table glued back together, and it might be in even more pieces by now come to think of it. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Of course. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watches the progress :: Maryse Dubois: It's alright Irene. We're almost done. You can endure it. ::Makes another adjustment, then activates the stimulator.:: Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Rhan K'hal: :: sighs gratefully :: Irene Mincine: Val> "I'd hate to be on that thing if the turbolifts go down, though. One kilometer long?" :: She scoffed. :: Red> "Is it... I mean, is it safe to meet her? I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure two people meeting from different realities is somewhere between 'not recommended' and 'every atom in the universe exploding at the speed of light'? But I don't want to watch myself dying..." :: Red was looking pretty lost. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances to one of his adopted minions:: Erole... can we run a transphasic scan of the planet? Irene Mincine: Blue> :: The stimulator makes Blue take a sharp breath in and nearly fly out of the bed like she just got zapped by the world's biggest defibrillator. :: "Ah...!" :: Hakran K'hal: Izal> :: answers for him :: Sure, get out your spacesuit and I'll dig up the portable unit. I'll give you a big push. Maryse Dubois: ::Puts a steady hand on Irene's shoulder.:: Easy now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If you'd rather not, then stay out of sickbay as much as possible. I'll send a crewman up to escort you to your quarters. I have no idea what it might do to the fabric of space and time. I've never really had to worry about it until now. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: Is there a way we can simulate something similar to one? Irene Mincine: :: A tear rolls down Blue's face. :: Blue> "Please... stop..." :: Red> "I'll have to think about it. If I know it's safe... and she's not about to die... I..." :: She was deep in thought. :: Hakran K'hal: Erole> The way the wires to all the sensors are half rigged at this point I might be able to cross-wire something that'll do the job. I'll need to check with engineering first. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have an idea. Maryse Dubois: It's alright. We're finished. ::Having been caught up in her work, she notices Indaura.:: Have someone bring her a set of clothes. Hakran K'hal: Izal> At least you're not rubbing your chin looking maniacal when you say that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am not my brother. Irene Mincine: :: Blue's forehead was covered in sweat. Her eyes were barely open and she was breathing heavily. :: "This... I'm out of Gre'thor...?" Cptn Swain: ...and... Maryse Dubois: You are most certainly not dead. Hakran K'hal: Brasunch> I hope not, we've already got two Irenes, we don't need two N'Daks. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It could be worse. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: Izal> Don't say that, it usually does when someone says that. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

07/07/19 - No Sim (July 4th) 07/14/19 - No Sim SD 0721.2019 Excalibur, lost in the year 2338 continues to attempt to both make sense of their attempt to return to their correct time period failed and also make repairs. Tensions are running high as they have detected an incoming warp signature that should be entering into visual range soon. It has been two hours since we last saw our valiant heroes, will Rhan have gotten a sandwich, will Irene still be blue and red, will Will have blown something up? FIND OUT!

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has found herself lost in time, again. And now with two Irene's which seems problematic. At least we got a little closer to home, but we may have also changed that future by accidentally ruining the planet we had formerly been based on. Oopsies. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: ::in the science lab, hitting yet another stimulant while he tries to figure out wtf, wtf and wtf:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene is lounging on one of the biobeds in sick bay, nagging orderlies every few minutes asking if she can leave yet. Blue Irene is off in the decontamination chamber getting de-radiationed. Neither one's having much fun at the moment. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Blue :: How are you doing in there? William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering and it appears that he's trying to rub a hole through his temples with his fingers:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene mumbles something to the effect of :: "Alive, I guess." Rhan K'hal: ::returns to the bridge, scowling:: Rhan K'hal: ::looks to see who's in the comfy chair:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Shrugs :: Sounds good. Let us know if it gets too much for you :": Maryse Dubois: ::Still checking on Red Irene.:: Hakran K'hal: ::lets out a string of profanity that would do his younger brother proud:: This might make sense if we had any sensor data. AT. ALL. I'm about ready to blame it on magic and call it a day. Or better yet, night, as I've been awake the last 4 of those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had finally pulled herself out of the depths of despair and jumped into repair mode. Her fingers flew over the console, flinging orders about as issue after issue continued to pop up.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's readings are normal. A pass through the decontamination shower and a change of uniform was good enough to get her cleaned up and she's not injured, anyway. Scanning shows her quantum flux to be the exact opposite of Blue Irene. Red is getting pretty antsy. :: Red> "I've been here for 45 minutes and I'm fine, okay?" William Chocox: Ok, just focus on the task at hand. Peg A into Hole B and so on and so forth. Little things add up to big things. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smirks:: Maryse Dubois: Captain said to rest, and that's what you are going to do. Rhan K'hal: ::steps up to his console, crosses his fingers, and engages the cross-link between the ship's computer and the captain's yacht, as it was still set up for that and the Excal's computer is in even worse shape than it was before:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge at the science stations, looking through sensor readings:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned.:: You're giving *me* a pep talk? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or are you trying to talk yourself into not having a nervous breakdown? Irene Mincine: Red> "Can you at least release me to my quarters? Why do I need to rest here?" :: She pouted. Meanwhile, an orderly came up and explained what was going on with Blue Irene: She was doing okay for now and decontamination was proceeding, but the extreme radiation exposure had screwed up her blood production, so she was going to get worse from here without treatment. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to the orderly, then turn to Red.:: You were told not to leave sickbay, that's why. Stay put. :;Goes to check on Blue.:: Hakran K'hal: ::gets up and paces, chugging down a bottle of water as the stims are as bad as straight caffeine as a antidiuretic:: William Chocox: ::turns to Commander Hawthorne:: Was that my out loud voice? Hakran K'hal: Okay. ::tosses the bottle away unceremoniously:: What DO we know? ::turns to Issaha:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene went back to pouting when Maryse left. Blue Irene was looking in pretty rough shape but she was awake, at least. :: Blue> (weakly) "Hey, Doc. Did we make it home?" Indaura Ryssan: :: up to Red :: Perhaps a book to read? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks over Blue.:: Honestly? I don't know. :;Scanning.:: But we're figuring out what happened. How do you feel? Rhan K'hal: ::reviews the status of the uplink, and then initiates the slow process of transferring over processing duties that require faster and more reliable computations while leaving the dumb programs on the Excal side:: Irene Mincine: Red> "Not unless it's about great escape attempts..." :: Blue Irene dramatically coughed. :: Blue> "Like I did something really dumb that I'm going to be paying for for a while." :: She feigned a smile. The scan results showed that she was slowly getting worse. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted.:: Yes, Chocox. ::Sighing as her console shorted out, she gave it a whack.:: Whatever it is they were playing with in there, it's wreaking havoc on our systems. William Chocox: Indeed. I've almost come to the conclusion that we need an entirely new starship. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Not much. Maryse Dubois: ::Hiding her frown. She then gives Blue a hypo.:: I have an idea for a more permanent fix, but this will help for now. Hakran K'hal: Kenet Izal> That pretty much sums it up, Chief. Maryse Dubois: I'll be in my office, looking up the solution. Indaura will keep you company, so ask her for anything, ok? Cptn Swain: Issaha> From what I can make of the sensor readings, it appears that there was a much higher degree of gamma radiation than we anticipated. The hull glue we patched the ship up with seems to have reacted even more strong to it that in our simulations. Irene Mincine: Blue> "Thanks." :: She closed her eyes. :: "My instincts took over. I had to stay at the console, even if it killed me." :: Her breathing got steadier with the hypo and her vitals improved. :: "Gotcha." Hakran K'hal: :: LTJG Dansh Brasunch, the stout Tellarite female that usually doesn't leave astrometrics without a phaser pointed at her head but was persuaded to join the lab conference, nods in agreement :: Irene Mincine: :: Also, the bridge turbolift door opened and Valerie Carillon quietly took the helm chair... in the background of one of the bridge scenes. :: Hakran K'hal: Great. So besides temporally melting a planet and halting our progress to 2388 halfway, it also melted our glue:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Now what produced all that extra gamma radiation is what I absolutely don't understand. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she goes into her office, sealing the door. She then take a seat at her desk.:: +Miranda+ Dubois to Hawthorne. Commander, I don't suppose you have time to come up to sickbay? Hakran K'hal: The only thing I can think of, and we'll need to interview our 2nd Irene for this, is if they were also trying to do what we were doing and both ships' radiation combined... ::shrugs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't say that. I mean... don't say that out loud. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Blue :: I hope we cannot keep you two here for long, but this is a bit of uncharted territory, medically speaking Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Leaning back in her chair, she tapped her comm.:: +Maryse+ Of course, Doctor. I'll be right there. Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ Good. Please come to my office when you get here, and I'll explain things. Rhan K'hal: ::gets the computer situation juggled to some degree of satisfaction, sighs and grunts:: Cptn Swain: It's possible. Cptn Swain: Issaha>* Irene Mincine: :: Red> Looks up at Indaura. :: Red> "Hmm? You got another patient here? Then *why am I here*?" Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls up a couple files on her desk computer, looking at possible remedies to gamma radiation exposure.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: gives her a look :: Because it is necessary. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing back from her desk, she rose with a groan and stretched. Her joints ached from sitting in one position for too long.:: I'll be back soon, Chocox. I'd tell you not to blow up the ship in my absence, but at this point, that might be an improvement. Hakran K'hal: I suppose I'd better do that, because I can't keep staring at the same damn data for another 10 hours. Irene Mincine: Red> :: Sighs. :: "I'm not getting anywhere with you two. You're too good at your jobs." Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am going to put a probe together to get a better scan of the planet, with your permission of course William Chocox: At this rate blowing up the EPS system might be our best option. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Right. I'll talk to the Captain about that. ::She smirked and headed for the lift, taking it up to medical.:: Hakran K'hal: Permission granted. ::huffs out a breath:: See if you guys can scrape anything else out, and I'll be in sickbay trying to figure out why we have two biology section heads, and if it has anything to do with what happened. Indaura Ryssan: Training... plus, if something happened to either of you think of our reputation as doctors... Hakran K'hal: ::grabs another bottle of water and stalks out of the lab:: William Chocox: ::keeps working:: Irene Mincine: Red> "It's not Issaha, is it?" :: She blushes. :: "'Cause, if it is, I won't mind staying here a while longer." Cptn Swain: ::Asher frowned:: When we get back to our own time. The first thing I am doing is taking a long, hot bath. Rhan K'hal: ::looks over to the Captain:: I'm going to one up you, I'm going to have a giant roast beef sandwich AND a long, hot bath. Rhan K'hal: And yes, at the same time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Stepping off the lift, she strode down the hall and into medical, searching for Maryse.:: Cptn Swain: That's fair. Maryse Dubois: ::Tapping at her desk as she looks at a promising option.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning Red :: Hakran K'hal: ::enters a lift, orders it to sickbay, and slumps head first into the wall, taking the moment of solitude to acknowledge every molecule being exhausted:: Cptn Swain: I suppose if we end up stuck in this time period, we could all have hot bathes. Cptn Swain: Separately of course. Rhan K'hal: ::thinks that depends very much on many factors, but for once isn't going to be the vocal pessimist:: Irene Mincine: :: Red was flushing, slightly increased heart rate, etc, when she mentioned Issaha. She spotted the door opening. :: Red> "Captain Hawthorne! Come to visit your favorite prisoner? :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks out the window, seeing Miranda. Waves her towards the office.:: Hakran K'hal: ::straightens as the lift stops and disgorges him on deck 11:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She paused in front of the other Irene, brow arching. Captain?:: Prisoner? You just keep doing what they tell you to, Mincine. Hakran K'hal: ::enters sickbay:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Striding on through, she joined Maryse in her office.:: You have updates for me? Hakran K'hal: ::notes Miranda going into Maryse's office, so looks for Indaura:: Irene Mincine: :: Red sighed, then watched the door open again. She blinked a few times. :: "OK. Scan me with that thing again, because I *know* he's dead." Hakran K'hal: ::heard that, looks over, flips an ear:: Indaura Ryssan: :: shrugs :: Sure thing. :: scans again :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: As you may have seen we have a Tactical Officer Mincine that seems to be a bit time displaced. A time where apparently you are Captain. Cptn Swain: ::Feels disturbance in the force:: Maryse Dubois: ::Motions for Hakran to join them.:: Hakran K'hal: :: catches Maryse's motion out of the corner of his eye, heads over and enters her office, comments dryly:: Glad to know somewhere I'm as dead as I feel. Hakran K'hal: ::looks horrible, to the trained eye:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's scans are totally normal, quantum flux backwards from Blue Irene, same as before. :: Red> "Do I have a concussion? Brain damage? Transporter psychosis? Because... he's dead, that's why I'm tactical officer and not him." Maryse Dubois: ::Tilts her head curiously at the comment.:: Ah something our new Irene mentioned I take it? Indaura Ryssan: He's alive Hakran K'hal: Yes, apparently I'm dead wherever she comes from. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She crossed her arms, glancing through the window at the other Irene.:: Yes, I caught that. ::She smirked.:: And like the sound of it. Have you been able to find out where she's from, exactly? Irene Mincine: Red> "I..." :: She laid back down on the bio-bed. :: Hakran K'hal: ::doesn't wait to be invited and slumps into a chair:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glances at K'hal and follows suit, though doesn't look quite so haggard.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Leans on her desk.:: Honestly I don't know what to do with her. She's perfectly healthy, and raring to go. ::Pauses:: Other than the stardate that she gave me, no. Hakran K'hal: And on our end, we have diddly. I came down here hoping 2nd Irene would be helpful in figuring out our situation as a whole. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So maybe we should ask her. Hakran K'hal: Although I may have to have someone else do the interview. Ghosts make terrible interrogators. Irene Mincine: :: Red was looking very confused. :: Maryse Dubois: She also doesn't know about the time displacement. I wasn't sure how to tell her....And since she thinks Miranda is the Captain... ::Looks to her.:: Rhan K'hal: ::steps lightly down to the helm:: How's our drift, el-tee? Maryse Dubois: But here is our other problem. It's our Irene... :;Sighs:: She took a lot of gamma radiation. I do mean A LOT. I've been looking into options for treatment. Hakran K'hal: Gamma radiation's been making its way around. It's apparently what caused all hell to break lose, with the time lube, and the pooglue. Irene Mincine: :: Val spins around the helm chair and replies to Rhan. :: Carillon> "I'm trying to keep us steady. It's not easy, that's for sure. Drift is manageable but God knows for how long." :: She looks pretty creepy with her mismatched eye color. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Do what you can for her, Doctor. Let me know how her situation progresses. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We can't depend on our Irene to get us out of this jam. Mr. K'hal, I suggest you talk to the Captain about other alternatives in the meanwhile. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: It probably will be nothing short of a full transfusion at this point. But the silver lining is that I do have options. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll handle the other Irene and find out what she knows and if there's anything that can help us. Rhan K'hal: ::has seen odder things than heterochromia:: I have a little more computer for the navigation system to use now, so take it if you need it. Hakran K'hal: ::nods wearily:: Maybe we can hijack a passing Miranda class. Irene Mincine: :: Val smirks. :: Val> "Stationkeeping calculations are easy. It's the thrusters more than the computer." Rhan K'hal: That I can't help you with. Let's hope our engineers are miracle workers, or at least major achievement in all that's beingly possible. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The best class. ::Slight smirk.:: And get some rest, at least a couple of hours. That's an order, Mr. K'hal. Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders where/when they are :: Hakran K'hal: Aye. "Captain." Maryse Dubois: I second that one. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect an incoming warp signature, but they're not up to identifying make, model, or license plate. Hakran K'hal: ::Maryse:: Let me know what's going on. After my court-ordered and much needed nap. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: of course. Rhan K'hal: ::walks over to tactical, sense most of security has been dragooned into heavy lifting:: Incoming warp signature, Captain. Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye." :: She swings back around when the computer beeps at her. :: "Warp signature of some kind. Couldn't tell you what it belongs to, though. Long-range sensors are pretty much kaput." Rhan K'hal: Yeah, it could be a flying potato for all I can tell. Cptn Swain: ...AND.... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0630.2019 Excalibur has found herself lost in time, again. And now with two Irene's, which seems problematic. At least we got a little closer to home, but we may have also changed that future by accidentally ruining the planet we had formerly been based on. Oopsies.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur attempted to trip the light fantastic and slip gently through time and space back to 2388. Things, however, did not go as planned and they now find themselves sometime unknown, BUT AT LEAST IN THE RIGHT STAR SYSTEM 50% of mission goals ain't bad!! Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: That's not exactly how we drew it up. ::·massages his neck::· William Chocox: ::Is covered in suppressant. Irene Mincine: :: In Engineering, there's a slight issue: There's our familiar blue-shirted Irene down and out next to the (covered in fire suppressant) tachyon beam gun, and a red-shirted Irene groaning across the room? :: Hakran K'hal: ::·is waiting to hear about the Irene situation, as well as long-range sensors::· William Chocox: Commander? That doesn't seem right. ::points at the two Irenes:: Rhan K'hal: (( such a master of understatement, Will )) William Chocox: ((He's secretly British.)) Maryse Dubois: ::On her way to Engineering.:: Cptn Swain: ::Looking over:: I'd hope that's not how you drew it up. Hakran K'hal: To be fair, it was still a smoother ride than the slingshot would've been. Though the planet would've been like... that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She programmed the cleaning system to dissolve the suppressant, leaving the occupants and the room itself fire free and relatively clean. Frowning at the duplicate Irenes, she crouched next to the blue-shirt, checking for her pulse.:: No, it doesn't seem right, at all. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our attempt to slip-stream with her DNA must have duplicated her somehow. Rhan K'hal: Okay, re-booting the sensor arrays. Let's hope they don't blow up! Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Indaura Ryssan: :: helping those that arrive in sickbay. So far not overwhelming the staff :: Hakran K'hal: ::·looks over to Issaha::· You're frowning. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie. Rhan K'hal: Looks like they're only at 46% capacity, but they didn't blow up. One silver lining to a temporally charged black cloud. Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in Main Engineering just after the cleaning system kicked in. She glances around, going over to Miranda and checks on Irene.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: You're reverting to Rihan, Issaha. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie. William Chocox: Yeah...that's um...should we inform the bridge? Irene Mincine: : The eggheads are freaking out. Blue-shirt Irene has a very faint pulse that disappears after Maryse arrives!. Her exposed skin is all nasty and red from radiation burns, too. Red-shirt Irene seems to be doing much better, banging her fist on the floor. One of the eggheads, bleeding from a cut on his brow, updates Maryse :: "The radiation alarms were going crazy. She told us to get away while she kept the ship in one piece, so we did. We'd all be dead without her." Irene Mincine: Egghead> "The radiation levels were easily enough to kill a human. I don't know about a Klingon, or a hybrid..." :: He trailed off. :: Hakran K'hal: ::·flattens ears::· Out with it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It would appear the failure of our temporal slip-stream resulted in catastrophic effects on the planet. It may have caused some... unintended effects. Hakran K'hal: Such as? Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Blue Irene a dose of something from a hypo.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and moved to the red shirt Irene.:: In addition to radiation, it seems Ensign Mincinie was somehow duplicated, or split in two, or perhaps one of these belongs to whatever time we're currently in. William Chocox: ::rubs his temples:: I'm going to figure out exactly how messed up the ship is. Unless you have something else I should be doing Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, Chocox. That's exactly what you should be doing. I want to know what else we're going to have to rebuild. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well, in 2388 this planet was colonized by the Tamarn Empire and fought over by themselves and the Kaedwani. William Chocox: On it ma'am. ::walks over to his console to figure out how bad the ship is:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Categorizing injuries as they arrive. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It seems exceedingly likely that turning it into a temporal wasteland will have had unintended consequences to the timeline. Hakran K'hal: Ohhh crap. Irene Mincine: :: With the hypo, Blue Irene's pulse returns, at least. Red Irene crawls to lean up against a wall. She's wearing the 2388 uniform, just red instead of blue. The egghead stands over Maryse and Blue Irene. :: Egghead> "Is she going to make it, doctor?" Rhan K'hal: Such a master of understatement, bro. Cptn Swain: ::Joins the frowning:: Lovely. Cptn Swain: But on the bright side maybe they're good friends now and go out for ice cream on the weekends. Cptn Swain: Maybe have play dates. Maryse Dubois: I don't know yet. ::Looks to her team that came with her.:: Get her to sickbay now. Radiation decontamination protocols. Hakran K'hal: Okay, the computer is starting to return data using the astrometric data. Let's see when we are... Maryse Dubois: ::Turns her attention to Red. She goes over to her, checking her over.:: Cptn Swain: So, that's one advantage the sling shot would have had on us. Hakran K'hal: ::·tap tappity tap tap::· Cptn Swain: ACTION> The date is *DRUM ROLL* 2338 Hakran K'hal: [REDACTED] Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This one, too? Best to keep her in containment, Doctor. ::She crouched near red-shirt Irene.:: Do you know where you are, Ensign? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Cptn Swain: Yes? Hakran K'hal: We only made it halfway. We're in twenty-three THIRTY-eight. William Chocox: ::looks at his console that has a distressing amount of red, especially at the places where they had jury rigged the hull:: Cptn Swain: What's fifty-years between friends. Maryse Dubois: :;Scanning Red.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Med Team takes Blue to sickbay.:: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets transported to sickbay. Oddly, Red Irene only got a slight radiation hit. It looks like the worst of it was when she got thrown across the room, cracking a couple ribs when she hit, but other than that she's fine. She's panting, laying against the wall. :: "Yeah, the Excalibur's main engineering, doc. What the hell happened?" William Chocox: This is the worst I've seen the ship ever...including that time I blew up the EPS system. Maryse Dubois: Her radiation levels are surprisingly fine. Can't say the same for her ribs. Hakran K'hal: ::·clears throat::· Hakran K'hal: Ah. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Blue Irene :: Cptn Swain: Alright. First order of business is to find out how badly we're damaged. We can figure out what went wrong later. ::Frowns:: But the chances of us going unnoticed in this time period for very long are a lot slimmer. Starfleet was doing fairly regular exploration of this zone. Theoretically there should be Tamarn vessels as well. Maryse Dubois: Med Assistant> ::To Indaura:: Dr. Dubois says her radiation levels are extremely high and needs decontamination. Hakran K'hal: We, ah, did make quite a temporal and spatial ruckus considering the... difficulties. I would be very surprised if we don't have company sooner rather than later. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to the view screen:: I'd prefer to not make our contamination of the timeline any worse. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yeah. I am assuming someone noticed that. Cptn Swain: Hopefully its one of ours first, at least, Indaura Ryssan: Let's get her in there... :: walks her into a room :: Get in there and strip down... put your clothes in the container in the corner. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene shakes her head dismissively. :: "I'll be fine, Doctor. Don't worry about me. I'm more concerned about the ship after we had to dump the..." :: She looks at the big glowing warp core in the center of Engineering. :: "...core?" Hakran K'hal: Issaha, is there any way we can use the temporal properties on the planet to um... cross the finish line? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should get her to medbay and have her checked over. I don't want either of them on duty, Doctor, until we find out what went wrong. ::Seriously to Maryse.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's possible. But I'd need to run some more scans of the planet and also figure out exactly why our last attempt failed. Maryse Dubois: I wasn't planning on them going anywhere as it were. Come on Ensign. ::Helping Red.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we'll need to make some repairs. I doubt we're in any condition to attempt to traverse time. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is undressed by the assistants. The radiation burns are pretty gross. She's being stabilized by the medical crew, at least, if still critical. :: Hakran K'hal: Well, let's do our part, anyway. ::·rises::· Hopefully the labs are in one piece. Indaura Ryssan: Get her in there and we can start the decontamination. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene gets helped to her feet. :: "You repaint the walls while I was out? Or maybe I've got a concussion..." Maryse Dubois: I feel we have much to discuss... ::Taking Red to sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal: Speaking to the status of the ship, we might need some glue. Lots of glue. How about a new ship, actually? Would Starfleet mind if we ruined a planet, lost an Akira class and showed back up in a borrowed early 24th Century freighter? William Chocox: ((Depends, is our Captain James T. Kirk, Jean-Luc Picard, Benjamin Sisko, or Kathryn Janeway? Then yes.)) Cptn Swain: I am sure there's a Miranda class we could borrow. Cptn Swain: You all liked it so much last time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She returned to main engineering, sinking into one of the undamaged chairs with a sigh.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain. Rhan K'hal: Sadist. Sir. Cptn Swain: Maybe that exact one even. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets taken into the decontamination room as Red Irene arrives in sickbay. :: Red> "I don't think our quantum experiment worked out like we expected, did it? :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods and follows along: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the assistants with Blue Irene :: Rhan K'hal: ::·lets Swain get to the talking with the Miranda class XO while he tries to draw in more information from the rest of the wreck::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Miranda class vessels are the prettiest. )) Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead Hakran K'hal: ::·takes a rather slow lift ride down to deck 4::· Maryse Dubois: I'm not privy to the details, but I would guess not. ::Helps her to a bed.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Ensign Mincine appears to be alive, sir, though we now have a duplicate on board. They are both being taken to sickbay for their injuries. Hakran K'hal: Whatever happens, if I'm still in a Starfleet uniform by the time this is over, I'd be surprised. Hakran K'hal: Though we're doing a good job of keeping you away from all the politics back home, eh? Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Oh dear. I am not sure the universe is ready for that. But I am glad to hear... she... they... Ensign Micine is okay. What's the status of the ship? Indaura Ryssan: :: Lets the machine do its work :: Rhan K'hal: ::·head pops up at hearing of a duplicate::· Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's still in rough shape, but at least her radiation levels are dropping. Red Irene very gingerly lays down in one of the biobeds. :: Red> "Captain Hawthorne's going to be pissed about this." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Though who knows, perhaps this planet was also key to some part of my or my people's future and we return to a different Romulus? William Chocox: Commander, this ship is...shall we say...absolutely FUBAR? Hakran K'hal: A friendly, non-expansionist Romulan Star Republic? Cptn Swain: Issaha> There hasn't been an Emperor in many years so its mostly a technical distinction. Maryse Dubois: Captain...hmm. I'm sure she will be understanding. ::Does a more thorough scan of Red. Then gives her something to relax a little.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned at Chocox's answer.:: +Swain+ Not good, sir. We're still assessing the damage. Our warp core appears to be intact, but we've lost the damaged nacelle again and several portions of our hull have collapsed. William Chocox: ::William slides the readouts over to where she is:: Hakran K'hal: ::·shrug-nods at that as the lift doors finally open on deck 4, lets out a big sigh::· Okay, let's go save our bacon. And the rest of the pig if we can manage. ... Damn, now I want a ham sandwich. ::·shakes head, is very fatigued and will probably just nod off in the lab after an hour::· Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. Keep me posted. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I doubt the replicators are working. Maryse Dubois: ::Places a couple devices on Red's rib cage to help the fractures.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Rations again. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's DNA is identical to existing records. She has scarring from shoulder surgery and one kidney... it's definitely Irene. :: Red> "Commander Swain's the one *I* have to answer to, though. That's going to be fun." Hakran K'hal: Such a beacon of light and joy you are. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I like them. Rhan K'hal: Sir, I've done a scan of the immediate area. Any of the bits of the ship we lost are somewhere in that temporal vortex. our maneuvering thrusters are operable so we can very slowly limp around. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Ensign, just to verify a couple things, can you tell me your name? Then Tell me where you are, and what time it is. Indaura Ryssan: Irene, err, blue Irene. :: into the comm :: How are you feeling? Rhan K'hal: As for any incoming vessels, at our current long-range sensor capability we'll only get about a 3 light year warning. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She leaned forward, forearms resting on the console, head slightly bowed as she read through the list Will had so far. Her usual frown was gone, replaced by something more akin to despair.:: Maryse Dubois: I'm simply making sure there was no brain trauma. You hit pretty hard. :;Scanning her head.:: William Chocox: Not going to lie Commander. Kinda feeling the same way. Hakran K'hal: ::·enters the lab, which besides being lit by emergency lighting is otherwise intact::· Hakran K'hal: Let's hope the sensors recorded something helpful before they took a dump. Hakran K'hal: ::·grabs his favorite wheelie chair and slides over to a console and powers it up::· Irene Mincine: Red Irene> :: Breathes easier once her rib fractures are healed up. She rattles off the important facts. :: "Ensign Irene Mincine, daughter of P'Lor. I'm in the Excalibur sickbay. Stardate 49123.4." :: Her brain is fine. Must be that thick Klingon skull of hers. Blue Irene makes some unintelligible sounds in response to Indaura. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to the burns on Blue Irene, making her look more red that blue :: Cptn Swain: Assuming that all the radiation doesn't obscure their approach. Cptn Swain: Or that they're not cloaked. Rhan K'hal: ::·gets the MSD to light up at the rear of the bridge-unsurprisingly it's mostly red, or black::· Cptn Swain: Issaha> :settles in nearby"" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed and glanced up at Will, shaking her head.:: I enjoy keeping the ship running, but this... this is just ridiculous. We don't have the materials needed for even a fraction of these repairs. We exhausted most of our supply already. Rhan K'hal: ::·Swain::· My usual pessimism seems to be rubbing off on your sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Had recorded what Red Irene said. She then forwards it to Swain, Miranda and Hakran.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the attempt at using cobbled materials didn't hold up under the stresses needed to make the jump. Maryse Dubois: Thank you Ensign. Everything appears fine, but you must rest now. Hakran K'hal: ::·looks at the message::· Hakran K'hal: What, 2 Irenes? One from Stardate 49123.4? William Chocox: I know. It's not pretty...but I'll try to figure out what I can do to patch it together. Irene Mincine: Red> "If I'm fine, I need to get back to the bridge. They can't be without a tactical officer." :: She tries to get off of the biobed. Blue Irene's vitals are improving, but still critical. :: Hakran K'hal: ::·pulls at his mane, which just helps to repair the spiky style::· How... Maryse Dubois: No no...::Putting a hand on her shoulder.:: The...Captain insisted you remain here and rest. Hakran K'hal: Okay, I guess we're gonna have to add that to the data pile. 49123.4... Irene Mincine: "Of course she did..." :: Irene's face hardens into the scowl of someone not getting her way. :: "Fine, doctor. But I don't want to stay here a second longer than I have to." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Good. Now lay back and relax, please. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should know the drill by now. Priority lists. ::She flicked one of the screens away dismissively, then another, searching for the internal sensor readings that showed damaged to engineering.:: Cptn Swain: ...and,,, William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene sighs and lays back down. Blue Irene's pulse disappears again just in time for the cliffhanger. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0623.2019 Excalibur attempted to trip the light fantastic and slip gently through time and space back to 2388. Things, however, did not go as planned and they now find themselves sometime unknown, BUT AT LEAST IN THE RIGHT STAR SYSTEM 50% of mission goals ain't bad!!

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is readying for an attempt to return to their own time using a rather unorthodox method: space lube, crafted from molecules of Irene's blood and reproduced by proto-horta microbes found on the planet they have been orbiting for several days as they made repairs. The USS Lysander is staying just in range, should anything go wrong that leaves us in this time period, but has moved to a safe distance. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for the word:: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, still, tapping a coded message.:: Rhan, send the following coded message to command Lysander. William Chocox: ::in Engineering monitoring everything:: Irene Mincine: :: In main engineering, at the big bad radiation laser, waiting for the signal to begin. :: Rhan K'hal: Sending. ::·a few beats::· Message away, with receipt signal. Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, with her staff, making sure things are secured.:: Hakran K'hal: ::·steps onto the bridge to handle the sensor work::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in her chair on the bridge, fingers absently drumming on her armrest as she burned off some of the nervous energy. She checked the data padd in her hand for the tenth time, scrutinizing the hull readings. Of course, nothing had changed. They had a good chance of survival, but the small percentage of risk always remained.:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda briefly:: +Engineering+ Bridge to engineering. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Lieutenant Chocox here. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ K'hal to Mincine. Engaging open line. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Are we go to begin attempt. William Chocox: ::looks over to the eggheads:: Well? Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Dubois :: We are ready. Cptn Swain: (( Everyone, please give me two numbers 1-20, and 1-10 )) Indaura Ryssan: You know, if this goes bad we likely won't have much time to worry about it. William Chocox: ((16, and 8)) Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Acknowledged. Coming through loud and clear. Tachyon radiation collector is active. Ready for bombardment of sample." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Sensors are ready. ::·glances over to his brother::· We have as much computer power for this venture as we can get. Indaura Ryssan: (11, 7) Irene Mincine: ((6, 9)) William Chocox: +Bridge+ We are ready sir. Hakran K'hal: ((2, 19) Hunter Matheson: Helm ready. Maryse Dubois: ((13, 4)) Rhan K'hal: ((14, 4)) Cptn Swain: (( 9, 5 )) Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Good. All we can do now is wait. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 12, 8 )) Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Keep an eye on the quantum flux. I'll need to know immediately if it starts drifting so I can make corrections." Hakran K'hal: +I+ You'll have it. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Understood. Cptn Swain: Yellow alert. Indaura Ryssan: Here we go... Cptn Swain: ::Glances to science:: Begin when ready. Rhan K'hal: ::·presses the big yellow button::· Hunter Matheson: ::rigs for yellow:: Rhan K'hal: Lights>::·flash yellow with a nice chime::· Hakran K'hal: +I+ Ready, Irene? Indaura Ryssan: Should I stand or sit? Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes and whispers something to herself. She was uncharacteristically nervous. :: +Hakran+ "Ready to begin firing sequence." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Punch it. Well, knowing you I shouldn't say that. ::·grins::· Light 'er up. William Chocox: ::looks at the lights:: Fun, fun, fun. Maryse Dubois: Well, let's try sitting for now. Irene Mincine: :: She presses the big red button on the tachyon bombardment device. A blue particle beam shoots out of its tip, making the sample container glow bright white. :: +Hakran+ "Sequence initiated. Radiation output is stable." Maryse Dubois: :;Takes a seat Cptn Swain: ACTION> This is deffo using up a good deal of our CGI budget, which is good since the fiscal year is up soon. The blue beam shooting out from the Excalibur begins to form temporal anomaly. Hunter Matheson: Helm connected. Sequence verified. Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum flux is nominal. Readings indicate the beginnings of a temporal anomaly. William Chocox: ::looks over the readouts on his console:: Rhan K'hal: ::·over at mission ops, is on 'Oh sh!t' duty, ready to try to get whoever whatever when whatever goes sideways::· Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda gripped her armrests, preparing for the worst.:: Hakran K'hal: Stage one bombardment in progress, all readings within parameters. Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the anomaly begins to expand, Excalibur encounters buffeting. Hunter Matheson: Captain, helm suggests all strap in. Hakran K'hal: ::·bounces gently in his seat::· Irene Mincine: :: Irene wasn't ready to let her breath out yet. :: +Hakran+ "Tachyon output stable, temporal readings slightly off but well within tolerance. Correcting from here. Might get a little bumpy." Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum probability matrix skewing slightly, should correct with your refinements. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Stage one completes and a large, wormhole looking temporal anomaly opens in front of the Excalibur, increasing buffeting and chroniton radiation. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::standing at the tactical console, frowning:: Indaura Ryssan: (I read that as a buffet) Hakran K'hal: +I+ Stage one complete, temporal vortex formed. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::at the second science console, monitoring sensors:: Chronition radiation increasing. Still within limits. Hakran K'hal: +I+ QPI back within parameters, begin stage 2. Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda:: What's the status of the hull? Irene Mincine: :: Irene showsd a small smile when stage 1 completed. :: +Hakran+ "We've formed the Federation's first quantum-temporal anomaly, folks." :: She tapped some controls on the laser device. :: +Hakran+ "Beginning Stage 2." :: The blue particle beam shifted colors toward green. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her eyes were glued to those readings, so there was no hesitation in her answer.:: Hull is holding for the moment. Some stresses, but within normal limits. If the disturbance gets worse, however... Hunter Matheson: Helm holding steady. Velocity steady as she goes. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeling a bit nauseous :: Cptn Swain: Can we transfer additional power to SIF? Hakran K'hal: Helm, when this starts the vortex is going to do most of the work. Just keep the ship's attitude in line with the center line of the temporal slipstream. Rhan K'hal: Power, yes. I'll have to manually make the adjustments, the computer is a wee bit busy at the moment. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hakran K'hal: +I+ Probability matrix is running high. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Computer is in control of stage 2. Readings are nominal, progressing normally." Cptn Swain: ::He was nervous about their, improvised, hull glue.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Verified, keep ship attitude in line with center line of the temporal slipstream. ::his eyes continue to sweep the console, making sure that all set parameters continue::: Rhan K'hal: ::·using his felinoid expertise at balance, makes minor adjustments to the SIF as stage 2 progresses::· Indaura Ryssan: I don't think i like this method of travel... I don't have the time for it. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Compensating." :: She tapped some controls. :: "OK... we should be doing better." Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Steady as she goes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, take whatever power isn't needed for the transfer and shove it into our shields. I want them shored up now. Our stress points are spiking. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal vortex begins maturing. It has now almost completely engulfed the Excalibur. Sensor readings outside the vortex begin to become highly erratic. Maryse Dubois: ::Eye rolls at the pun.:: You want to stay here in hostile Romulan space then? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma'am. Transferring everything we have. ::transfers the power around:: Indaura Ryssan: They make interesting patients. Hakran K'hal: +I+ ::·looks over the data::· Confirmed. Temporal vortex is stabilizing around us. Which is about all I can tell you. As soon as the vortex is greater than 98% you are go for stage 3 and transit. Indaura Ryssan: Met one at a conference once. She asked me so many questions regarding Denobulans. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Chroniton radiation above anticipated levels. Gamma radiation also higher than anticipated, but within tolerance. Rhan K'hal: ::·eyes closed, looking almost like he's in a trance as he continues to make manual adjustments to the SIF::· Hunter Matheson: ::without looking away from the console:: Tork, if 3 goes red, DO NOT TOUCH. Just let me know immediately. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was hyper-focused on keeping everything stable on her end. :: +Hakran+ "Confirmed, bridge. Vortex stability reading 98%... beginning stage 3. Prepare for temporal transit." Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, we are getting radiation warnings, nothing fatal yet, but I'd get out my 1000 SPF sunscreen. Hakran K'hal: Nothing we can do about it now, we passed no go already. Hakran K'hal: ::·bridge::· Hold on to your butts or other long-term-stationary-position-body parts. Maryse Dubois: You probably would let her dissect you if she asked. ::Looks at the monitor.:: It looks like mostly Chroniton. Indaura Ryssan: Oh I'm not *that* friendly. Hakran K'hal: Vortex is molding to the outer hull as expected. Transit beginning... now. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ride is, bumpy and a number of alarms begin going off in various systems. Quantum flux is much higher than anticipated. Hakran K'hal: +I+ So much for simulation numbers, we are way off on the quantum flux. Indaura Ryssan: I better not suddenly grow into an old woman... Cptn Swain: Issaha> Radiation readings climbing. Maryse Dubois: Don't jinx us now. Cptn Swain: ::Gripping his chair:: How much longer. William Chocox: Whoa! Hang in there baby! ::scrambles around his console:: Rhan K'hal: Cutting power from non-essentials, increasing shield strength in effected radiation frequencies. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sounded pretty exasperated down there. :: +Hakran+ "Shaddap and let me focus on adjusting the output..." :: She didn't look well, maybe it was all those chronitons... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching the readings :: Back in my day we had to get out and push to go to warp/ Hakran K'hal: ::·doesn't have the time to talk about the time as he also works to make adjustments based off of Irene's::· Rhan K'hal: SIF isn't as bad as it feels, I can't spare the computer power or the power power for the IDF. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Down in engineering, Chocox is reading increased stress levels on the hull -- mainly the areas shored up by makeshift means. Several sections begin to fail and the ship shudders violently as it loses compression on several decks. Cptn Swain: Report! Hakran K'hal: 34 seconds to vortex collapse. Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay, stress levels on the staff are rising with each passing moment :: Rhan K'hal: Decks 2A and 3A have hull breaches. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Um...about two thirds of the sections that we shored up are failing at the moment! Cptn Swain: ACTION> The decompression begins moving the Excalibur out of alignment with the center of the vortex, and the bumpy ride only gets worse. As does various radiation spikes. Rhan K'hal: Reading several internal collap... Ah, frag it that's the least of our worries. Maryse Dubois: I think something is happening. This is getting a little too violent. Indaura Ryssan: :: Is lifted off her feet for a moment, then dropped unceremoniously to the carpeting :: Hakran K'hal: Get us back on line, unless you want to shake hands with a dinosaur, Mr. Matheson. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Bridge, radiation levels spiking down here in engineering! I'm trying to keep us stabilized... it's... just a little more..." :: She was frantic at the controls! :: Indaura Ryssan: My ankle.... :: curses :: I'll be alright. Hunter Matheson: ::struggles to keep the ship aligned::: Hakran> Ship is out of alignment with vortex center. Hunter Matheson: Attempting to compensate. Hakran K'hal: 10 seconds to vortex collapse! Maryse Dubois: Try not to move much till we stop...if we stop... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal "lubrication" begins stripping off rapidly and the shuddering becomes extremely violent as the vortex suddenly collapses. Rhan K'hal: ::·doesn't have enough paws to keep everything going, concentrates on the SIF just to hold the ship together along enough for them to be vomited out of the vortex::· Indaura Ryssan: :: Now is slid across sickbay :: Whoa! Hakran K'hal: Vor-vor-t-t-t-t-tex col-lap-lap-ssssssed. Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Attempting to compensate.... Hunter Matheson: Prepare.... for.. impact. Hakran K'hal: ::·:Issaha::· Starfield check. When and where are we? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur "settles" as the temporal vortex dissipates. Virtually all of the parts of the hull that had been glued together by the proto-horta excrement have disintegrated, including any internal parts that were used. Radiation is still high. William Chocox: ::looks up at the big board and sees a variety of alarms:: Oh [expletive deleted] Cptn Swain: Issaha> Sensors still offline. Give me a second. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip:: Irene Mincine: :: A scream came over the com link to engineering. The sample container had burst, too. :: Hakran K'hal: [bleep] +I+ IRENE?! Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, this is not looking good... Cptn Swain: ::He glances over to the science console, then Miranda:: Get a damage report together. William Chocox: ::blinks before looking to see where the comm came from:: Who was that? Rhan K'hal: ::·tilts head, looking at what internal sensors can show::· You might be faster to get a non-damaged report, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda jumped out of her chair as soon as they'd settled.:: I'll be in engineering. ::She rushed for the lift, muttering curses under her breath.:: Indaura Ryssan: Radiation protocols are in affect/// William Chocox: ::looks around Engineering:: Anyone else hear that scream?! Maryse Dubois: ::Exhales. She slowly gets up, looking around.:: Let's get everyone put back together shall we? :;Calling out to the staff.:: I'm sure we'll be getting calls. I want all teams out. :;Goes to help Indaura.:: Irene Mincine: :: Nothing from Irene's link but static! The tachyon blaster was in flames, too, that might be a problem. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Short range sensors are online. We appear to be still in the Saras system. At least. Hunter Matheson: :::helm is out of control, unresponsive, no matter what he does is spells disaster::: Hakran K'hal: That's good, hitting the spatial coordinates was as important as the temporal ones. William Chocox: ((Who's hearing Irene's link?)) Irene Mincine: (( Science on the bridge )) Hakran K'hal: +Computer+ Locate Ensign Irene Mincine. Indaura Ryssan: :: Grabs onto Dubois :: Thank you. We may need to traverse the ship. Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs in relief as she examines Indaura's leg.:: Fortunately it's not a break, but it's a bad sprain. No pressure on it for a while, ok? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Though at our current rate of drift we need to consider the star's gravity field. Maryse Dubois: Help coordinate the medical teams. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: Also, I believe our uh... temporal vortex might have had an unexpected effect on the planet. Irene Mincine: Computer> "Two combadges are registered to Ensign Irene Mincine. Both of them are located in engineering. Damage to internal sensors does not allow for a more accurate reading." Hakran K'hal: Mr. Matheson, perhaps you could let the autopilot correct for our current ship attitude eccentricities. Hakran K'hal: Two? Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Aye, sir. If the autopilot works. Hakran K'hal: ::·Issaha::· What is it? Hunter Matheson: Helm is not happy at the moment.... hold on. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::before he could brow lift to the two Irene's:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The planet is no longer M-class. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's upper atmosphere seems to be in a state of temporal and quantum flux. Hakran K'hal: Err... then what is it? Hakran K'hal: Oh dear. William Chocox: Why is my department on fire?! Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: ::·sigh::· +Security+ K'hal to security, report to engineering and attempt to locate Ensign Mincine(s) and her commbadge(s). Cptn Swain: ::Hearing that, he made his way over:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda rushed out of the lift and into engineering.:: WHAT'S ON FIRE?! Hunter Matheson: ::he continues to scan the console and finally gets auto going::: Autopilot engaged. William Chocox: I think it's that thing the eggheads brought down here! Hakran K'hal: ::·somehow managed to indicate the parenthesed S's::· Hunter Matheson: But it's.... one more time... Cptn Swain: Temporal and quantum flux? Indaura Ryssan: :: Speaking to the medical teams in the background :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Cptn Swain: Seven hells. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: :: The tachyon blaster is on fire near the warp core, the sample container is blown wide open. And... there's two Irenes on the ground next to it! They both have severe radiation burns. :: Rhan K'hal: ::·hops down to join the throng at science::· Only 7? William Chocox: Oh [expletive deleted again]! ::grabs a fire extinguisher and attempts to at least get the fire under control if he can't put it out.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda slammed her hand down on the emergency protocols to blast the entire area with suppressant material.:: +Medical+ Get down to engineering, NOW! Cptn Swain: We'll worry about what went wrong later and how we added a ruined planet to the butcher's bill. Let's figure out when we are. Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ We're on the way. ::Grabs a kit.:: Rhan K'hal: All external comms are down, so I can't get any clues that way. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The ambient radiation and uh, over worked computer core is making star identification difficult, but it should hopefully begin to subside soon. Cptn Swain: Remind me, when we get back to our original time period, that time travel is to be strictly verboten, Rhan. Cptn Swain: ...and........ Indaura Ryssan: I'll go! Rhan K'hal: Aye sir, though technically it was already supposed to be. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Chocox gets buried in flame retardant. Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a couple of assistants and heads for the exit. Turns to Indaura.:: Sickbay is yours, Doctor. You can't move with that ankle. William Chocox: ::blinks:: Yep, should've done that. Indaura Ryssan: Or not. Understood. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0616.2019 Excalibur is readying for an attempt to return to their own time using a rather unorthodox method: space lube, crafted from molecules of Irene's blood and reproduced by proto-horta microbes found on the planet they have been orbiting for several days as they made repairs. The USS Lysander is staying just in range, should anything go wrong that leaves us in this time period, but has moved to a safe distance.

MISSION BRIEF: Final checks have been completed and work is proceeding to prepare for the slingshot, though Science has made a breakthrough and may be ready to present their space lube plan. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for go or no go:: Maryse Dubois: ::In the Medlab, ready to make a small sample test.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was back to normal, more or less, and was in the genetics lab working on finalizing the space lube plan that they had so far, waiting for the dreaded call from the bridge on when their time was up. :: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, having been brooding.:: William Chocox: ::down in Engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After running and completing the necessary stress tests on the hull, and not at all thrilled with the results, Miranda left Chocox in charge and returned to the bridge to report to Swain.:: Cptn Swain: ::Bitting his lip:: +science+ Bridge to science William Chocox: ::tries not to let the power go to his head:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed when the call came, putting down a PADD. :: "Genetics lab, Ensign Mincine, sir." Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, are we prepared for the slingshot, is that the term? Hunter Matheson: ::patting the console, singing her a soft tune::: Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Status report? Hunter Matheson: (afksas) William Chocox: ((Hello Hunter Matheson's player's cat.)) Irene Mincine: ::Irene went over a report on her console. :: +Swain+ "We've been able to produce some amount of temporal lubricant using the proto-Horta. Dr. Dubois is working on increasing production. I'm not sure if how much we have is enough, sir." Maryse Dubois: Are we ready? I don't think anyone is ready, but they are going to try anyways. ::Programs the replicator to make a small batch of goo.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She entered the bridge, striding to her normal sport, wearing the normal scowl. Hearing Swain's comm, she didn't interrupt.:: Cptn Swain: ::Biting his lip:: +Irene+ Do we have enough to attempt? Indaura Ryssan: I think I might get a drink Maryse Dubois: You might want something strong. Cptn Swain: ::He looked over to see Miranda:: Maryse Dubois: :;Checks the results, frowning a bit. She disposes of the container, makes adjustments and tries again.:: Hunter Matheson: ::pushes the cat off the helm console::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tap tap tapped on her console. This was a very important decision, and she had to make it with confidence. Despite her Klingon exterior, inside she was in knots. :: +Swain+ "From my calculations of radiation output and mass of the ship, I believe we have enough at this time for an attempt, sir." William Chocox: ::calls over a random ensign:: Hey, see if you can get the EPS network to be a bit more efficient before we attempt anything crazy please. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took her seat, one leg crossed over the other, brow arched in query.:: William Chocox: Random Ensign 42> Aye sir. Hunter Matheson: ::perks up at the word "attempt"::: Maryse Dubois: ::Got closer with the results, but she was still not satisfied. Makes a 3rd attempt after adjusting.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The hull will hold... mostly. There are a few bulkheads that are suspect at this point, but it's the best we can given what we have. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: Hunter Matheson: ::Listening and mentally calculating:: Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Then begin making the preparations. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to the replicator :: Denobulan Fizz, two shots. Cptn Swain: +Irene+ How long do you need? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorn::: Ma'am... any idea of max tolerance on the hull? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Attention swiveling to Hunter, she nodded.:: We have run the calculations, yes. Query to engineering to have them sent to your station. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am.... Irene Mincine: :: Well, no going back now, Irene. :: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. Um... the procedure that we've come up with is to bombard a mass of the substance with tachyon radiation at a specific frequency. We've prepared all the equipment already, it needs to be transported to engineering. Only the warp core produces enough tachyon radiation." Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Matheson requesting you forward your calculations. Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the 3rd batch, and is very pleased. She saves the data, loads the goo into a sealed container and exits her lab.:: +Hakran+ Dubois to K'hal. I'm heading to you with a promising sample. Cptn Swain: ::He lifted a brow:: +Irene+ See to it. Let me know it's ready. William Chocox: +Matheson+ Would you like those sent to your console or your PADD? Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Console. William Chocox: +Matheson+ Coming right at you. ::sends them up:: Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Received. Irene Mincine: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. We'll get it set up as soon as possible." :: Irene began wrangling other science staff to collect all the equipment and begin moving their setup toward engineering. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in the genetic lab with her container of goo. Sees Irene.:: I need a second opinion before I have the replicator mass produce this stuff. Hunter Matheson: ::scanning through the information, calculating, his eyes scan the console, then he's back to the information::: Irene Mincine: "Damn, I'm important today!" :: She handed a sealed container to an anonymous ensign, who scurried off with it, then waved Maryse over to a console and some test equipment. :: "Sure, set it here and I'll verify its properties against the control." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, prepare to be invaded by science. They need to borrow tachyons from the warp core for their time travel experiment. Maryse Dubois: ::Places the container.:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Thank you for the heads up. I'll make sure to put out the red carpet. Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinks :: Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments to his original configuration stats and says to Tork as he continues to work the console::: Okay. I'm going to need you big time, and I need you to focus. And I mean serious focus. Irene Mincine: :: Irene takes a sample from the container and puts it into some equipment on the console. :: "OK. Mass... composition... genetic component..." :: Science personnel began showing up in engineering and setting up their radiation bombardment equipment in an open space near the warp core. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::perks up, nodding::: Hunter Matheson: Settings are one through five, beginning here. ::points::: Keep your hands *down* until I tell you to press one, and when I tell you the number, you press it immediately. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Got it. Hunter Matheson: So what are these buttons? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Settings one through five. Cptn Swain: ::Miranda, lowly:: Do you think I am doing the right thing? Hunter Matheson: And what are you going to do? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Keep my hands down until you give me a number and I press it immediately. Hunter Matheson: ::he eyes Tork a moment, then nods and goes back to work::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded, throwing him a look.:: It is a risk, either way. I would have made the same decision. Irene Mincine: "Critical measurements are within 0.005% of the original stuff." :: She hrmed. :: "It can be improved but what's there should be good enough..." :: She shrugged. :: "Of course we don't know what the hell we're doing." Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I hope its the right decision. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Message from the Lysander indicating they're going to move further out in prep for us. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Helm is ready for deploy, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gave Matheson a nod.:: Very well. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: We can give the green light on mass production then. I'll send the spec to Engineering. +Chocox+ Dubois to Engineering. Mr. Chocox, I'm sending you the specs for the...time goop. We'll need the industrial replicators to begin production ASAP. Maryse Dubois: ::Sends William the specs.:: Irene Mincine: "OK. Sounds good, I need to get to engineering to make sure everything down there's set up." :: Irene said to Maryse while running out of the room carrying another sealed container. :: William Chocox: ::receives the specs and starts programming:: +Dubois+ Received and started. Indaura Ryssan: :: Blinks :: Maryse Dubois: Good luck. ::Leaves the lab herself, heading back towards sickbay.:: +Chocox+ Thank you. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting people ready in case the experience is rough :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She touched Swain's arm.:: Stop worrying. It won't do any good. It'll work, or it won't. Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrived in Engineering and consulted with all her science geeks, bypassing Chocox. :: +Swain+ "Ensign Mincine to Bridge. The science guys say that the equipment's set up for our... well, our large-scale experiment. The substance has arrived with me." Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Understood. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes in the helm chair, staring at her hull:::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: You can do this, girl. We can do it. Piece o' cake. Irene Mincine: :: Irene set the canister down in the target area and slid over to the control panel on what looked like a big-ass laser gun on a tripod. :: +Swain+ "On your command, sir." Hunter Matheson: ;;:prepares:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0609.2019 Final checks have been completed and work is proceeding to prepare for the slingshot, though Science has made a break through and may be ready to present their space lube plan.

MISSION BRIEF: Science and medical have been poking and prodding Ensign Mincine in hopes that foreign DNA in her blood might be the key to slipping back to our own time. Meanwhile, Engineering has almost completed the most significant repairs needed, mainly to the hull and structural elements. Now all that remains is for their theories and repairs to be tested. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: /me a short while later Hakran K'hal: (( nice way to start )) Hakran K'hal: ::·steps back from the console and stretches his back::· William Chocox: ::is in Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: They can excrete it properly! Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical :: Hunter Matheson: ::weird feeling on his arm from the doc as he puts the finishing touches on helm and leans back, only to find Tork beside him::: Hakran K'hal: ::·has never been so happy about poop since... he can't think of a time he has been happy about poop::· Hunter Matheson: Hm.... :::checking Tork out::: Hunter Matheson: Tork> What? Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge:: Irene Mincine: "And all it took was..." :: Irene was laying down on a biobed someone brought in. She was looking pretty sick and slurring her words. :: "Processing a whole liter..." Hunter Matheson: Where were you when we needed you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if a complete blood transfusion would help :: Hakran K'hal: ::·turns to Irene::· I know. That's not going to get this off the ground unless we can make do with a lot less. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Uh... MARDET, training. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at this tea:: Rhan K'hal: ::·stops off by the Captain::· Refill, sir? Rhan K'hal: Or do you need something stronger in it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still on the bridge, Miranda pushed off the engineering station and moved around to her chair.:: The worst of the repairs are done, but we need to test the hull strength. Cptn Swain: I am good. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Get stuff straightened out on your end and we'll see if this is gonna work. Rhan K'hal: ::·gives a jaunty finger wave and returns to pacing around the upper perimeter of the bridge, using his PADD-XXL to work on::· Irene Mincine: "Well I got... four more of 'em, Hakkan...Can't ya just pump me full of regg-a-lur blood?" :: She tried to sit up but flopped back onto the bed. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: ::·pounces over to Irene's bedside::· Stay put, Dr. Dubois threatened painful things if you got hurt -- worse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Any word from Science on their working theory and when it might be ready? Hunter Matheson: :::as he puts the finishing touches on the helm console:: Lt Glasco? Cptn Swain: ::He still hadn't decided if they were going to take it.:: Irene Mincine: "I'm fine! I'm fine! Just a little tired." :: She carefully sipped some orange juice. :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::blink:: Something wrong with the el tee? Hakran K'hal: I'm hoping that sample of your bone marrow she took will reap some dividends - if we can produce what we need outside of you that would be a lot better. Cptn Swain: Perhaps we should check, Cptn Swain: +Hark+ Bridge to K'hal Hakran K'hal: Aaand couldn't he have waited like, 1 hour? ::·sigh::· Irene Mincine: :: Irene glanced at the bandage on her leg. :: "I'm never gonna forgive her fer that. Don't you know how much marrow donation hurts!" Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal here, Captain. Hunter Matheson: :::sighs again:: Were you training with Lt Glasco? Cptn Swain: +Hak+ ::Takes a sip of tea:: I am afraid the time has come. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Oh. No. Scazarian. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ It is about dinner time, isn't it? Hakran K'hal: ::·stall stall stall::· Cptn Swain: +Khal+ No, I need to know if you can make your plan work. Rhan K'hal: ::·looks up from his padd::· He's so bad at stalling. Hunter Matheson: ::leans back in the squeaky main helm chair to give Tork a good look-over:: Irene Mincine: "Izzat the captain? Cap'n! It's goin' great! They fed 'em my blood, and they pooped time!" :: Irene had a doofy grin on her face. William Chocox: ::monitors his console:: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Tell you what. When the time comes, the only job you'll have is staying outta the way. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Got it. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ We have confirmed that the ProtoHorta can excrete the particulars... as Ensign Mincine so adroitly stated. I was about to test the temporal trigger. We are having some issues with the ah... production side. Hunter Matheson: ::goes back to work cleaning the innards, checking, and rechecking::: Indaura Ryssan: (back, I think) Hakran K'hal: ((you're there, I think)) Maryse Dubois: ::In the medlab, working on the sample that she took.:: Cptn Swain: +Khal+ I see. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip:: Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ I'm awaiting word from medical to see if they can produce the DNA much-much faster than Irene. Because if that doesn't happen we'll have to wait so long to get the material the 100 years will be gone anyway. Irene Mincine: "Doc Du-Boy stole one-a my bones and I think she's gonna figure out that prod... pro-duk-shun problem." :: Irene ate a cookie that an orderly left behind. :: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. That." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Despite the situation, she couldn't help but smirk.:: Well, if they aren't ready to test their time theory, we could at least begin running tests on hull integrity. Cptn Swain: +Khal+ For now cancel the operation. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: We're going to try the slingshot instead. Indaura Ryssan: :: Going over Irene's records :: Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Captain, we've spent the last few hours putting Irene through hell. Don't make us waste that. You *know* what my report stated on the probability of the slingshot maneuver. Irene Mincine: :: *beep boop* Irene Mincine, age 29... half-Klingon, half-human... recent shoulder reconstruction... old abdominal injury... :: "If she took my bones for nothin', I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I dunno." Hakran K'hal: ::·pats Irene on the head::· Cptn Swain: +Khal+ I've made my decision. We'll attempt the slingshot once engineering has cleared their hull integrity tests. ::He paused:: That should take a few hours. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ ::·gets the subtext::· Understood. Cptn Swain: ::Turns to Miranda:: Let me know once the hull integrity tests are done. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dr. Dubois. Cptn Swain: Rhan, begin recollecting everyone back to the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. Cptn Swain: And inform the Lysander we'll be heading to our own time in a few hours. Maryse Dubois: ::Looking up from her monitor.:: +Khal+ Go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Very well. I'll be in engineering. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ The captain has "made his decision." Either we come up with a miracle while Engineering is testing the hull integrity or we're doing the slingshot. And if we do that... Well, we need that miracle. Cptn Swain: ((think of it this way, technically this would qualify you for ndak induced peril card usage )) William Chocox: ((I'm not sure what I have in that regard.)) Cptn Swain: (( I can dig out everyone's spread sheets)) Maryse Dubois: +Hakran+ I've made some process. I just need to isolate a few more genomes, but that takes time. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ Okay, I'll stop bothering you and finish the testing on my end, and there's no point in me continuing to vampire Irene, she's loopy as a lemur already. Hakran out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene tried to sit up again and failed. :: "Gimme some human blood 'n set me up in the genetic lab. No way I can run equipment all honked up for the next 8 hours..." William Chocox: ((I have *an* host induced peril card.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda headed for the lift and sent it down to engineering, arriving a few moments later. She stepped out in search of Will.:: William Chocox: ::is looking at his data on his console:: Hakran K'hal: ::·looks down at Irene::· That's medical's decision. Unless you can click your boots together three times while wishing "they're no place like 100 years from now" and open a time portal for us, what you need is a nap. Indaura Ryssan: :: Is working on medical, but is drawn to her temporal mechanics classes :: Rhan K'hal: First round of shuttles in on their way up, Captain. Will only take a few trips, we've been tidying up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox. We've been given a few hours to begin testing the hull integrity. We need to get started. Cptn Swain: ::He took a drink of his tea:: I'll be in my ready room. Irene Mincine: "Yeah, yeah. I'm so tired..." :: Irene frowned. :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, sir. William Chocox: Got it...so we're doing the slingshot? William Chocox: ::starts setting up what they need to test the hull:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, the Captain wishes to attempt it because Science is having issues producing enough matter for their theory to work. If that changes, we might alter our plans, but for now those are our orders. Maryse Dubois: ::Continues her work.:: William Chocox: Yes ma'am. Hakran K'hal: ::·returns to his console::· Now, let's see if I can use my subordinate's DNA, pooped out of a small siliconoid life form, prodded by a very-very-very specific frequency of out-of-the-way radiation to create a temporal vortex, will work. Hakran K'hal: ::·sighs::· Really depressing when I say that out loud. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Irene :: Irene Mincine: "We're gonna make it work!" :: Irene flopped over on her biobed seeing Indaura coming. :: "Yeah?" Hakran K'hal: ::·sets up the sample of time mesh into a testing box, engages the force field::· Hunter Matheson: ::leans back in the chair for a final look and notices that the arm goo has disappeared::: Huh... Hakran K'hal: Powering up radiation emitter. Indaura Ryssan: I am just here to be...here. I know if I was sick I' Hakran K'hal: ::·impressive flashy lights with a sign "EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS" glowing brightly over the door::· Indaura Ryssan: I'd like someone around. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... how hard can we push these things. I'm having the computer calculate the estimated shear factors to see what our minimum integrity readings should be. I want you to run through every possible scenario we might encounter. Hakran K'hal: ::·dials in the radiation frequency to an accuracy within 47 decimal places::· Hakran K'hal: Firing in 3...2...1...::·pewpewpew::· Indaura Ryssan: Well, Denobulans are always around others. Cptn Swain: ::he exited into the bridge:: Irene Mincine: "I'm always around others on this ship, yeah. And I'm drained a blood and Maryse took bone marrow... so I'm in bed while he does all the work." Hakran K'hal: Now, if this works, it should re-appear in 3...2...1... ::·holds breath::· Indaura Ryssan: I had thought a transfusion would be an option, but I don't really know if that would help you. Irene Mincine: "It'd contaminate the supply of time goop, I guess. They won't gimme one." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 2 minute warning )) William Chocox: Of course ma'am. I'll also see if there's anything we can do when it actually happens to keep us alive. Cptn Swain: (( Give me a number rhan 1-100 )) Rhan K'hal: (( 88 )) Maryse Dubois: ::Is slowly making progress with the mapping and isolating of genomes.:: Cptn Swain: (( ::frowns:: )) Cptn Swain: ACTION> It, worked! Hakran K'hal: ::·zooms in on the sample::· WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cptn Swain: ..and... Irene Mincine: "Yeah!" Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0602.2019 Science and medical have been poking and prodding Ensign Mincine in hopes that foreign DNA in her blood might be the key to slipping back to our own time. Meanwhile, Engineering has almost completed the most significant repairs needed, mainly to the hull and structural elements. Now all that remains is for their theories and repairs to be tested.

MISSION BRIEFING: Science has discovered a possible method that could be used to transport Excalibur back to its own time. However, if return isn't an option, Captain Swain has decided that our only course of action will be to scuttle the ship and settle on the unoccupied planet of Sarras in hopes of not altering the historical timeline any further. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: with the "Drain Irene of Her Precious Blood" group :: William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::working on the helm console, checking a bunch of stuff, working out vectors that might or might not be used:: Hakran K'hal: :: heading to the biology labs, since he figures Irene has seen her fill of sickbay for one mission :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sitting on a big ugly chair in the biology lab, down from her uniform into a gray tank top. :: "...can't say I'm too enthused about this one, folks." Hakran K'hal: :: walks in just in time to hear that :: I know you aren't, but this further work with the DNA might give us clues into your specific problem, so think positive. Hunter Matheson: ::idly thinking about what it would be like to stay in this era, maybe begin a family, teach the kids hunting, become his own great great great gramps:: Hakran K'hal: Anyway, it's not like we're pumping it all out and replacing it with cherry syrup. Irene Mincine: "I can't help it, I'm B Negative." :: Hmph. :: "No, you're pumping it all out, separating out the temporal goop, and shoving it back in, if I understand the procedure." Irene Mincine: "...well, not *all* of it, but..." Hakran K'hal: Well, eventually we'll need to up our cycle but for now, small steps. A simple hypo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed as she scrolled to the bottom of her data padd, not at all happy with their options. She sat it aside and leaned back in her chair on the bridge, eyes turning to the main viewer.:: +Engineering+ Hawthorne to Chocox. Hakran K'hal: :: hands one to Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::stops cold, trying to remember what year they're in anyway, then shrugs and pulls himself out from under helm and fidgets with a few things topside::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene uses her advanced medical knowledge to take a blood sample from her arm with the hypo, then hands it back to Hakran. :: "The centrifuge should be configured for the correct molecular weight." William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here. ::puts a panel back into place:: Hakran K'hal: Excellent. :: removes the sample vial and pops it into the centrifuge :: Away we go. :: pushes the button :: Hunter Matheson: ::notes that he's dripping from the *minor* injury... or so said the doc::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ The Lysander has finished transfer of all our requested goods -- whatever they had on hand, anyhow. We're still missing a few components. I need you to take stock and send me an updated list of what we're going to have to do without. Irene Mincine: "The serum levels are low enough from the nanite treatments that I'm not sure how much we'll get from that, exactly, but it'll give us an idea of how much we need to collect." :: Irene watched the centrifuge spin up. :: Hunter Matheson: ::but he has to replace another chip, so he steps over to the helm locker and is actually careful with it for once:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: arrives in the biolab lugging a huge case :: Hunter Matheson: ::pulls out the emergency med kit and gives his arm an extra wrap:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma'am. ::starts putting lists together:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the scene :: Hakran K'hal: Izal, great. Start hooking that stuff up. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: Some of this stuff will look familiar to you, I'm afraid. Precautionary only Hunter Matheson: ::grabs a packet of quikclot just in case:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her padd for duties to perform :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw a glance at Hunter.:: Did you have medical check that out, Matheson? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: starts hooking up the chroniton stabilization matrix equipment :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "Oh, come on, I'm stable. I don't think we need to set up the chroniton equipment again..." Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: Guess I've just been working it a little more than I should. Rhan K'hal: :: removes the vial from the centrifuge when it spins down and moves it to the molecular separator :: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: scrunches her Bajoran nose up, adding extra ridges :: We're not turning it on unless we have to. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How did you injure it in the first place? ::Tapping out a message on her chair's console.:: Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data from the separator, makes some adjustments to the prepared solution and begins removing the extra stuff :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Going up to Matheson ::: Rhan K'hal: Why isn't Semek lugging that around? Did he get pinged in the ass again? Irene Mincine: :: Irene reclines the ugly dentists' chair she's sitting in. :: "Where did you dig up this chair, anyway? The 19th century?" :: "Better to be prepared, I guess..." Hunter Matheson: ::gives her his full attention:: Minor cut on the bridge helm locker, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Medical onboard were busy so they sent me down to Doc Trajan in MARDET. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> He's working with your people to store the stuff from the planet, K1. Anyway, this is more my gig than his. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: We borrowed it from Shadal. He didn't really need two chairs. Hakran K'hal: I know he has four arms but he still only has two eyes to cut hair with. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor Ryssan. Glad you could join us on the bridge. I was just sending medical a message that Matheson needed a bit of attention. Could you please see to his arm? Hunter Matheson: ::Doc Ryssan:: I'm good, ma'am. Just a minor bleed. Got some.... William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander? I've got the list for you. Do you want it at your chair or your PADD? Hunter Matheson: ...or not. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets her scanner out :: Let me take a look Hakran K'hal: :: irked :: Izal, I'm your BOSS and you still call him K*ONE8??? Hunter Matheson: ::just a little dab of blood is seeping through the bandage from Doc Trajan::: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: smirks :: He /was/ here first. Hakran K'hal: :: muttergrumbles and leans back over his console :: Indaura Ryssan: Need to stop that bleeding. :: gets a spray from her pack :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Send it to my padd, please. I will be sending you an updated priority list once I review. Hunter Matheson: I just got a pack of quikclot, ma'am.....:::watching her reach into her kit:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed at the exchange. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grinning, pushes his chair over to Irene, flips open a medical tric :: So, do you have any allergies? Have you visited any planets where fungal infections are common? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. Sending it to your PADD now. ::sends the list up to her:: Indaura Ryssan: :; Hypos Matheson first :: Hunter Matheson: ::wince::: Irene Mincine: "I'm allergic to Bajoran citrus and excuse you about the fungal infections! We've been on the same planets, jerk." Hakran K'hal: :: pulls the vial out of the separator with an irritated snap of the wrist, rolls over and puts it into the all-in-one DNA analysis and manipulation device :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Then sprays :: Indaura Ryssan: This may be a little thick. :: A goop forms on his arm :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutter:: Damn... that's worse than quikclot. Rhan K'hal: :: pretends to write on a padd :: Patient exhibiting signs of irritation and definitely doesn't want a Bajoran mimosa. Indaura Ryssan: Think of it as a big bandage.. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs... :: "Don't you have something important to be doing instead of screwing around with medical equipment?" Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Yeah... it's big. Does it ever.. you know... get smaller? Rhan K'hal: Yes, waiting for Hakran to finish fumbling around with the bio equipment and give me something I can put nanites into. Hakran K'hal: I'm not *fumbling,* I'm being precise. Indaura Ryssan: It's as large as it needs to be. Hunter Matheson: So I take that as a no. Rhan K'hal: You know you could actually let Irene do the bio, since she knows what she's doing. Rhan K'hal: Plus she hates your taste in furniture. Irene Mincine: "We only have a couple days to do this and, I mean, this *is* my specialty..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted at the exchange and picked up her data padd to have a look at the information Chocox sent. Her frown returned as she reviewed.:: Hakran K'hal: :: tilts his head back :: Okay. But you're under constant monitoring. If that stuff triggers while you're working on it in close proximity... Indaura Ryssan: There are enzymes and other things to facilitate healing Hakran K'hal: :: stands from his rolly-stool and makes an exaggerated "it's all yours" gesture :: Hunter Matheson: So I should be able to get it off in a day or two? Irene Mincine: :: Irene hops off the chair. :: "Bad things will happen, yeah." :: She gets to work, both faster and more precisely than Hakran with all her genetics and biological skill. :: Rhan K'hal: :: goes over and gives Hak a shoulder massage :: Part of responsibility is knowing when to delegate it, bro. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well... I suppose that's out of the question. ::Muttering to herself, she swiped something off her list and continued scrolling.:: Indaura Ryssan: It will change color as you get better. :: scans :: Hunter Matheson: :::watching::: Irene Mincine: "Should be ready in a couple minutes..." :: Irene mumbles while the molecular separator finishes up. :: Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Excellent. Hakran K'hal: Rhan, go get the nanites from Dr. Dubois. Hunter Matheson: ::still holding the helm isolinear chip::: Rhan K'hal: Your command is my wish. And yes, I know that's backward. Rhan K'hal: :: starts for the door :: Hakran K'hal: AND DON'T WASTE TIME FLIRTING WITH HER. Get back down here with it asap. Irene Mincine: "Here you go." :: Irene backed away from the work area. :: "We got a few micrograms out of it." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sent a prelim list back to Will.:: +Chocox+ Well, we're going to have to scrap some of the internals, but the hull project looks like it's a go. I've sent you a list of the other projects that are going to get bumped. Rhan K'hal: :: wrinkles his muzzle at his brother :: I can flirt fast. :: disappears out into the hallway :: Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Is it okay if I get back to work now? William Chocox: ::looks at the list:: +Hawthorne+ That is not a promising list...I'll get back to work on the hull project though. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Go about as you normally would :: pats his arm :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the console :: Nice work. Now relax. In a different chair. :: smiles :: Indaura Ryssan: Come back this time tomorrow and I'll take a look at it. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Thanks. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits down in one of the comfy office chairs in the lab. :: "Flirting with your doctor is a dangerous game, you know." Irene Mincine: "They know *everything* about you." Hunter Matheson: ::slips the quikclot into a pocket then scoots under the helm console to replace that last chip:: Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: If I tried giving him advice he'd remind me exactly of how many romantic partners I've had and tell me to stuff it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

SD 0526.2019 Science has discovered a possible method that could be used to transport Excalibur back to its own time. However, if return isn't an option, Captain Swain has decided that our only course of action will be to scuttle the ship and settle on the unoccupied planet of Sarras in hopes of not altering the historical timeline any further.

SD 0519.2019 A senior staff (y'all) meeting has been called to discuss the situation and options.

MISSION BRIEF: A senior staff (y'all) meeting has been called to discuss the situation and options. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::in the meeting I guess:: Irene Mincine: :: Seated at the conference table. Not shifting, not screaming, nothing. Just sitting. :: Indaura Ryssan: none Rhan K'hal: :: leaning against the wall near his usual spot, since his chair did not survive the boom :: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the room like the image of your usual bumbling scientist, juggling padds and generally seeming like he needed an extra hour to prepare :: Cptn Swain: ::Enters, frowning:: Hunter Matheson: :::cracks his neck, then gives his body a good stretch after working on the helm console so Excal will actually fly::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides out a chair for Hakran since he has his hands full... :: Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: lets the padds clatter onto the table then spends a moment putting them in order :: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning against the bulkhead::: Cptn Swain: Good evening. Cptn Swain: Commander Hawthorne is working on some repairs. Irene Mincine: "Not going well?" :: Irene whispered to Hak. She had one padd in front of her, which was a report on the temporal lubricant. :: Cptn Swain: I want to first say how proud I am of all of you. Hakran K'hal: :: gives Irene a slump-shouldered shrug :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned slightly and went back to listening to the captain. :: Cptn Swain: I know this hasn't been particularly easy, Cptn Swain: And it seems, we can hardly ever catch a break. Hunter Matheson: ::half listening to the captain and half thinking about living out the rest of his life in this universe, if he'll get married, have kids, they have kids, and on down the line until he is born in another era... which is kind of cool but not so cool::: Maryse Dubois: :;Sitting in the meeting, listening.:: Rhan K'hal: :: folds an ear halfway, thinking "no kidding" :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes his seat:: So status report. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Will, because the rest doesn't matter if the ship can't do anything :: Hunter Matheson: ::then his eyes wander toward the doc for a moment before he hears the magic words, and then he straightens up:: Indaura Ryssan: :: At the table :: William Chocox: Well, it's better than before. Hunter Matheson: ::since he didn't say sitrep to a particular person, he chimes in::: Helm is ready to go, Captain, pending engineering's side of it. William Chocox: But we're still worried about the stress on the hull that a gravitational slingshot will entail. Maryse Dubois: Well, as you can see, Ms. Mincine is back within our timeline. Thanks to Rhan, and some of the science staff. Medical supplies are also still holding. And we can actually eat things not in bar form anymore. Rhan K'hal: The computer is running is good as it's going to get. It would be able to handle the dirty work. Barely. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: A slingshot is not possible in this solar system. Considering our current issues, I doubt we could manage it around Sol on a good day. Hakran K'hal: However, we have found some other temporal voodoo. Irene? Cptn Swain: ::Tips his head slightly:: William Chocox: Ooh, I like VooDoo. Cptn Swain: Go on Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns red as she has to make a sudden presentation in front of the whole senior staff! :: "I'm, yeah, back in our timeline, thanks to Dr. Dubois and Lt. K'hal. I've been in the genetics lab ever since. I've..." :: She slides her padd toward the captain. :: "...discovered that the reason I was shifting through time was this temporal lubricant, for lack of a better phrase, produced by the weird DNA." Cptn Swain: ::Stops himself from naming it:: Temporal lubricant. I see And so you think we could use that to uh, slip back to the right time period? Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: We'd need to open a temporal fissure. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Well, there are a couple of problems with that. The first problem is that the only known source of it is... well, my blood. And I believe we'd need a whole lot of it to slip an entire starship through time." Irene Mincine: "We're talking, like, 'person in a torpedo casing' with how much I've been able to isolate so far." Hakran K'hal: However the biological mechanism may be replicable with our existing nanotechnology. Hakran K'hal: Then it is a matter of "dialing in" the right time period by adjusting the frequency of radiation it's exposed to. Cptn Swain: And how long would that take. Cptn Swain: ::He frowned: Indaura Ryssan: :: Listening :: Hakran K'hal: The "ProtoHorta" may be able to take over the construction on that end, Captain, once we've de-Irened it. Cptn Swain: That sounds like a lot of ifs. Cptn Swain: Which seems to be the name of the game, Hakran K'hal: It is, sir. But unless someone else has a temporal wormhole in their pocket I don't know what other options we have other than to settle on Sarras. Hunter Matheson: ::head spins with calculations regarding helm, how it would work, how it wouldn't work, how he could circumvent problems, re-calibrate helm for that kind of thing:: his lips purse in thought::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "About the only thing that's not an 'if' at the moment is that it's our best option so far, in my opinion. Also that I'm going to be a blood bank for a while to support the nanotechnology research, if approved." Cptn Swain: We do have that option.. Sarras. Hunter Matheson: ::then he considers the physical condition of the ship itself and thinks it might be better to just settle in here and live....Sarras?:::: Rhan K'hal: Yoohoo. If I could perhaps make a suggestion? Cptn Swain: ""He frowned:: So we can try the slingshot with, less than great odds. We can try this temporal lube option that....::pauses:: Rhan K'hal: We're not going anywhere right now as it is, so why don't we have engineering continue what they're doing, science do what they need to do try this out, and the rest of us chill planetside unless we're needed? There's no reason to hurry a decision about trying to slingshot until the ship's fixed anyway. William Chocox: If I might throw my opinion into the ring, I really do want to get back home. Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath into an exhale and he leans back against the bulkhead again, checking expressions just for the hell of it::: Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip:: Because the longer we're here with a floating starship the better chance someone runs across us. Cptn Swain: The Lysander already found us. The Romulans are active in this area as well. To say nothing of the other species of the region. Hunter Matheson: ::pipes up:: Aye, sir. And won't that cut into the timeline... ::sighs:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was looking determined. :: "I know that I've only been in Starfleet for about 9 months and my opinion doesn't mean much. But I believe the temporal lubricant option will give us the best chance of what I've been able to see so far, sir." Irene Mincine: "Assuming we can overcome the issues with it, of course." Rhan K'hal: So we should take an extreme risk to avoid a moderate risk? I'm not sure that's how I'd use probability in Vegas, sir. Cptn Swain: ::He frowned:: Or we take no risk. Cptn Swain: We scuttle the Excalibur and setup shop on Sarras. William Chocox: Assuming of course that no one finds the wreckage. Cptn Swain: I think we can make relatively certain that happens. ::He glanced towards the star:: Indaura Ryssan: (had to restart, no text) William Chocox: And the evidence that we were on Sarras? Hakran K'hal: Three days, Captain. Give us that long to test viability and gauge the time scale. Cptn Swain: ::He took a deep breath:: Very well. I will take these options into consideration. For now, everyone try to get some rest. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, firmly on Hak's side here. :: Maryse Dubois: What if...We manage to get the warp working in good condition, then we get to a safer star system. One we know will not be potentially hostile in the future. Then we can scuttle the ship. William Chocox: (m) Fat chance. Cptn Swain: If someone comes across us, we'll just say we crashed on a freighter. But lot less chance someone will come looking for us if there's no starship in orbit. Maryse Dubois: I'm not keen on living in a region that will be contested. Cptn Swain: I am not keen on living here at all, but it's the safest option to avoid any further contamination of the timeline. Hunter Matheson: ::steps forward::: Captain? Cptn Swain: Yes? Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, messes up his spiky mane even more than it already has been after no personal maintenance since their arrival at Sarras :: Hunter Matheson: The timeline has been contaminated, certainly. What would make it more contaminated would be to stay here, sir. If we really want to do the right thing, it's best to try to get back to our time. If we don't make it, then we're lost in space, but at least there's no more damage done. Cptn Swain: Thank you mister Matheson for your opinion. Cptn Swain: As I said, I will take this all under advisement. Indaura Ryssan: Can we look up our own history? Cptn Swain: Mr. Khal, you have two days to get me something better than "it could work." Cptn Swain: Dismissed. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Looks like sleep can wait a while longer. Let's turn you into a blood bank. Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: We could use your help, Doctor. Hunter Matheson: ::pushes off from the bulkhead and waits for the ladies and officers to leave before leaving::: William Chocox: ::walks out, muttering under his breath about impossible deadlines and people making decisions on behalf of others:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as she stands.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, relieved. She stands up from the table. :: "Yes, sir. I swear my BAC is below the legal limit." Hunter Matheson: :::standing by the door he does a double-take at Doc Dubois, then wonders why he did that::: Rhan K'hal: You'll need me too. Let's go build us a bio-temporal skinsuit for a starship out of Irene! Hunter Matheson: ::and then he wonders if the timeline has already been compromised:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: I wish I knew more about temporal mechanics Hakran K'hal: :: pushes himself out of his chair, wobbles bit before catching his balance :: Maryse Dubois: That...sounds disturbing... :;Follows them out.:: Irene Mincine: "If I ever find whoever did this to me, I'm going to rip them limb from limb with my bare hands." :: Follows everyone else out. :: Rhan K'hal: What, it was accurate? Hunter Matheson: ::picking up the rear:: Cptn Swain: ::Alone with his thoughts, and some stirring music:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows last out of the experimental group, looking determined but exhausted :: Hunter Matheson: ::rest, he said... hm...;::: William Chocox: ::winds up in Engineering where he gets back to work:: Rhan K'hal: What makes you think the protohorta would be useful? Hakran K'hal: They excrete the mineral at a microscopic level, which is, after making the adjustments at the atomic layer all we'd need to actually build. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels the helm chair and sits, thinking::: Irene Mincine: "I'm so glad the project got approval. Not so glad about being a sickbay prisoner again." Rhan K'hal: So, we want time-mineral-poo instead of strong-mineral-poo? Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Something like that." Hakran K'hal: Assuming this works and we get back, you are NOT writing the report, Rhan. Hakran K'hal: Time-mineral-poo. Honestly. Hunter Matheson: ::still wondering why he feels like he's been here before::: Cptn Swain: ..and... Rhan K'hal: Spoilsport. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "I'll write the report and get the promotion." Hunter Matheson: ::waves it off and gets back to work:: Hunter Matheson: ::and the first thing is to oil the helm chair so it doesn't squeak:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues to work with the crew of the Lysander to make repairs and calculations for an attempt to return home to our correct time period. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, nudging the computer ever so gently to try to improve performance :: Hunter Matheson: :::MARDET under repair::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene steps out of the holodeck, wearing a gray short-sleeved exercise outfit. She leans up against the bulkhead, panting and sweating. :: "I love being out of sickbay..." Hakran K'hal: :: to those working with him on the slingshot calculations:: 0.045% success rate. I hardly need say "not good enough" here people. We either start making progress or we're going to have to do something else. Cptn Swain: ::Walks onto the bridge looking like he hadn't slept :: Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> Where did you say this happened? ::as he works:: Hunter Matheson: Helm locker door jumped out at me. Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::eyes him::: Right. Hunter Matheson: Think I'll live? Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Rhan K'hal: :: double-take as he glances at Swain :: Er... howdy, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Irene calls up Hakran on her com badge. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. I'm in one timeline again and feeling great. Anything I can help with? I'm not sure if I'm officially cleared for duty but I can't just sit here." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her seat on the bridge, Miranda looked over the lists of items that the Lysander was able to spare them, assigning them to various departments that were handling the repairs.:: Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::snort:: Tell you what, Gunny. Don't know why you used the tourniquet 'cause it wasn't needed. But better safe than sorry. Now get your butt up there and finish the job. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. ::hops down and wanders toward the lift::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps in::: Bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up as Swain approaches and nods.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes a deep breath before exiting onto the bridge::: Cptn Swain: Status report? Hunter Matheson: ::lets it out and stops, hearing status report::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ If you're not officially on duty I can't tell you officially what to do. I can officially tell you that you don't want to be anywhere near the physics labs. You might as well take the opportunity to look into your... situation. Rhan K'hal: Repairs are continuing, Miranda hasn't put the whip down yet today. Otherwise we're getting our supplies tucked away. Hunter Matheson: ::then picks up the data crystals and isolinear chips that need replacing, then goes to work::: Rhan K'hal: There are some very grumpy scientists though. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Understood, unofficially." :: She headed off toward the genetics labs. :: +Hakran+ "I can give you a brief of what we've figured out so far, if you have the time. Unless Lt. K'h-- er, Rhan filled you in." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Lysander has given us much of what we need to repair the hull. They didn't have everything, but we can make do. Hakran K'hal: :: heads into his office :: Hunter Matheson: ::sits cross-legged under the helm console and replaces those that need it, tossed the fried ones, and secures the panel::: Cptn Swain: Good. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I've been up to my mane in tiny numbers and constants symbols for 3 days. I haven't even seen Rhan since the work with the Lysander started, though Maryse sent me a brief memo that I might have seen one out of every 10 letters of. All I know is your unusual situation is even more unusual. Hunter Matheson: ::scoots back and slips onto the helm chair::: Irene Mincine: :: There's a long pause on the other end. :: +Hakran+ "...that's probably the best summary. I'll leave you to your work, sir." Hunter Matheson: ::checking the panel as it comes alive::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good luck. Hunter Matheson: ::and lets out the breath he's been holding for a few days... or at least it feels like it::: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a hypo out of his desks, dials in a combo stim & analgesic to keep him going and kill his headache - then heads back to the physics lab to continue work :: Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward command::: Helm shows green. We won't know if it's fully operational until we try it. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a deep breath:: I want a full report from science by the end of the day. Cptn Swain: We need to make some choices. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed and arrived in the genetics lab. She had made little progress, no leads, nothing so far other than that there's no way the genetic self-preservation program came from this timeline. She idly spun a small self-refrigerating vial of her blood. :: "You're full of mysteries..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we do. ::Grimly.:: Hunter Matheson: ::puts helm through complete diagnostics::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to a few patients :: Rhan K'hal: I'll drop Hak the message. Hopefully he'll be too busy to respond, but if I suddenly hide under my desk you'll know why. :: starts inputting the message, adds in a quieter aside :: I should turn the volume down though, just in case. Cptn Swain: I'll be in my ready room going over the calculations again. Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments and runs another series of diagnostics:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll likely be in engineering, trying to patch together the rest of the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. I'll be here. Hunter Matheson: ::and while it's running, he checks out the equipment locker that attacked him, cleaning it up and taking and inventory::: Hakran K'hal: :: receives the message, growls :: By the end of the day, I hardly see the point in waiting that long. :: sigh :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well. Hakran K'hal: All right, you lot keep at it and let me know if a miracle happens. I'm going to go start the report for the Captain. I'm going to need time to put it together if he wants something more than word vomit or raw data. Hakran K'hal: :: heads back into his office :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Feels better that medical is in good condition, for the most part :: Irene Mincine: "Computer..." :: Irene shoved the vial into an analysis device and rattled off some temporal scanning orders. The bridge might notice a spike in power consumption by the science wing. :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: raises an eyebrow at "word vomit" and files that one away :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to read up on any time traveling medical concerns :: Hunter Matheson: ::and he's back at helm, verifying diagnostics and checking the status of his previous settings, realizing that they won't work where they are now::: Rhan K'hal: :: as the extra power consumption isn't over an alarm threshold, doesn't even notice as he continues tinkering with a pair of subroutines to get the various working shards of the computer cores to work more cohesively :: Cptn Swain: ::heads to his ready room:: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::emerges onto the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the console, thinking:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks up :: Hello Commander. Irene Mincine: :: A damaged power relay blows under the stress, which scares the hell out of Irene and kills the scan in progress. Irene jumps out of her seat! :: "What the hell? That shouldn't have happened." :: She looks over the scan results that she *did* get. :: "Reacts with... fermionic radiation... temporal de-stabilization..." Hunter Matheson: :::turns hearing K'hal and acknowledges with::: Sir. Hunter Matheson: ((that was to Augustine)) Rhan K'hal: :: does get an alarm about that, as does Engineering :: Bio lab? They did let Irene out, didn't they. :: shrugs :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> This has been a fun little cruise. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Yes, sir, it has. Rhan K'hal: Oh, a bucketful of joy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Tapping rapidly on her data padd, she sent yet another set of instructions to her engineering teams with their new supplies in mind. She was still worried about their hull stress.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene furiously scribbles on a padd, putting 2 and 2 together. She calls up Hakran again. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. Don't hang up, you're gonna want to hear what I've figured out." Hakran K'hal: :: stops as the words start blurring :: To hell with it, if he wants a... :: interrupted by Irene :: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Go ahead. Cptn Swain: Augustin> It could have been worse. Rhan K'hal: I've served on this ship long enough to know that's true. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I've got access to my lab equipment again, which let me confirm some things and... find some unexpected effects. It seems that the inert protein that the DNA was producing is some kind of... temporal lubricant, I guess. I stuck it in this scanner and..." :: She went on and on with technobabble that added up to 'makes things slide through time like a knife through butter'. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Assuming we survive of course. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ :: looks at the word salad of his first draft of his report :: I'm on my way. I need to get off my ass anyway before my tail falls off. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Or get back to our time and not some other time. Or like some other universe. Like imagine a universe where Klingons wear pink velour and the Excalibur is a pirate ship. You think Swain has a eye patch and a peg leg in that universe? Rhan K'hal: :: swivels to look at Augustin :: Are you feeling all right? Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office and meanders his way to the biolab :: Hunter Matheson: ::blink::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::smirks:: It could happen. Rhan K'hal: "Could" doesn't mean "should." There are some things even the multiverse should be ashamed of. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in the biolab to the lovely aroma of blown power relay :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and gave Augustin a dry look as she passed.:: Don't jinx us, please. ::Heading for the turbolift.:: Hunter Matheson: :::concentrating on cleaning up the area::: Irene Mincine: "Sir, you've got to see this." :: She practically shoves a padd in Hakran's hands. :: "See when the sample was bombarded at that wavelength?" :: A panel was blown open in the wall and the desktop scanner, still with the refrigerated blood vial inside, had its top blown off. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::grins taking his station:: Cptn Swain: AND Hakran K'hal: By plank's constant woman, can you not work for 2 hours without blowing something up? :: takes PADD :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM