Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

SD 0512.2019 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.

SD 0505.2019 The Excalibur is making some repairs with assistance from the USS Lysander, as well as working on calculations to hopefully return us to the correct time period.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is making some repairs with assistance from the USS Lysander, as well as working on calculations to hopefully return us to the correct time period. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::sorting gear to repair the helm console and other things in the area that were damaged::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is restrained in her biobed, but at least she's not violent anymore! She comes to. :: "The hell is this?" :: She struggles but makes no progress toward getting out. :: Rhan K'hal: ::swings back into sickbay to present the (hopefully) final round of nanite programming so Irene doesn't split various parts of her anatomy into separate times when they attempt to go Back to the Future:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Placing her plant and soil samples for catalogization :: Hakran K'hal: :: down in the physical science section, remotely working with the Lysander on the calculations with the rest of the spacetime scientists :: Hunter Matheson: ::digging into the boxes, looking for compatible equipment and having a hard time:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Truth be told, the idea of somehow going in time again and not getting smooshed in the process scared her :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checks in on Irene.:: How are you feeling? Hunter Matheson: ::stops to think::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks like a cross between disoriented and hungover. :: "How much did I drink last night? Whose holding cell is this? Starfleet? Earth? The Ferengi embassy?" Hunter Matheson: ::kneels by the console, flips open the panel and checks the data crystals::: Maryse Dubois: I hope that's a joke, and not you being time displaced again. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears Dr. Dubois speak :: Hakran K'hal: :: holding his head in his paws as the calculations have to go back eight steps again due to the latest round of additional mass brought aboard :: William Chocox: These engines are a right mess. The next time I'm at a spacedock I'm going to have a word with those guys. Rhan K'hal: :: stops outside the door to Irene's room (for a change) :: I come bearing gifts of code. Is everyone decent? Hunter Matheson: ::only three compromised, which is pretty good considering the flip and flop it took to get where we are now::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked confused. :: "What? I had a hell of an 18th birthday party, I think. I don't remember aaaaanything. Is that what you mean?" Maryse Dubois: Sure... ::Smiles as Rhan enters.:: Cptn Swain: ::In the ready room working with Sati:: Rhan K'hal: :: steps in :: Sounds like the sooner we get this over with, the better. Hunter Matheson: ::scoots out, strolling toward the helm equipment locker, jerks it open and reaches in, only to scrape his arm along the damaged locker door::: Damn.... Indaura Ryssan: :: nods for some reason then goes back to her work :: Hunter Matheson: ::grabs the chips and the med kit, kicks the door closed, data crystals on the console, opens the med kit and starts working::: Irene Mincine: "I am never drinking again." :: she said probably for the thousandth time. :: "We were supposed to just go out to the Klingon bar... and then I was gonna get a tat... and then... ugh..." :: Irene looked sick. :: Rhan K'hal: :: takes his usual seat and loads up the programming on the console :: Hunter Matheson: ::wrap wrap wrap after antibiotic, replaces the chips, secures the console, and there's a drip...drip...drip on the floor::: Maryse Dubois: ::Preps the hypo.:: Last one. Hunter Matheson: ::tightens the gauze, slaps on another pad, and finally uses the tourniquet:: Rhan K'hal: Crossable digits crossed. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters a lot of words no one should hear::: Hunter Matheson: (TL in working order?) Irene Mincine: "Hangover cure?" William Chocox: ::replaces his current panel and goes to the next one in line:: Maryse Dubois: Yes...A hangover cure. ::gives her the hypo.:: Rhan K'hal: Yep, it'll be like turning the clock forward and it'll be a distant memory. Indaura Ryssan: :: Shakes her head thinking about that Irene is going through :: Hunter Matheson: :::steps into the lift:: Med bay. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to be a smartass and correct at the same time :: Hunter Matheson: ::exits on the medical level and walks in, wondering if he has to take a number::: Irene Mincine: "Shoot me up, docs! I feel like I'm gonna hork all over the place, so make it quick." Cptn Swain: ::to Sati:: The numbers still don't work. Maryse Dubois: ::Stands back to let the nanites do their magic.:: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the "line of fire" between Irene's position and his console :: Didn't realize I was going to need a tarp. And they're off! Hunter Matheson: ::looking around for a doc or nurse, or at least a corpsman:: Cptn Swain: Sati> ::rubs the bridge of her nose:: We could find another star to use for the slngshot. Hunter Matheson: ::rings the little bell that's near the entrance::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: arrives in a somewhat timely manner and takes up a position at the time bubble controller :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. Looks like this one's going smoother than the others, at least. :: "Oh, man..." :: She's pretty tightly restrained, so at least this time she can't jump up and punch everyone? Hunter Matheson: ::bur everyone's busy::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Apologies for my tardiness, I got caught behind another lift. Rhan K'hal: Hopefully we won't need you except to hit the "OFF" button, ensign. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Doctor Dubois :: How is Mincine? Hunter Matheson: ::date, time, on the tourniquet, just in case::: Maryse Dubois: Hopefully this is her last treatment. Rhan K'hal: :: starts getting first round telemetry from the nanite supervisors :: So far, so good. She might start to experience a little strange blood chemistry in a moment. You might want to have one of the all-in-ones ready, Maryse. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's skin takes on a grayish tone as the blood chemistry begins to change. Are those veins turning... green? :: "Maryse! Rhan!" :: Looks like she's back to the right time, at least. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes hypo out of her pocket.:: All set. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns both at Irene's physical appearance and the bevy of alarms going off on his console :: That wasn't in the game plan. Rhan K'hal: :: attempts to adjust on the fly, but has quite a bit of lag with the computer system being what it is :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Experiencing fluctuations in her temporal alignment. I cannot compensate with the time bubble however, as the fluctuations are at different levels in different parts of her body. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting in the med entrance::: Irene Mincine: "Do something before I turn inside-out!" :: Irene looked in rough shape. :: Cptn Swain: Not really an option. The longer we're around this time period the more risk of contamination. Hakran K'hal: Semek> More likely parts of your body will begin to disappear as they... Rhan K'hal: Not the best time for honesty, Mr. Semek. Hunter Matheson: ::tries another way: Alors, peut-être je devrait demander à quelqu'un ...::: Rhan K'hal: :: the nanites begin a reversion of changes up until the instabilities occurred :: Hunter Matheson: ::stands up to wander toward the docs::: Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Irene the hypo to help stabilize her.:: What was that? Irene Mincine: "What? Rhan!" :: She gradually went from gray back to her normal naturally copper-ish skin. :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Temporal alignment instabilities decreasing. Rhan K'hal: DNA stabilizing. It appears your sleeper DNA has a fail-safe hostile takeover defense mechanism. Indaura Ryssan: :: Making sure she is recording all of this :: Irene Mincine: "I'm going to kill whoever did this to me!" :: Irene struggled in her restraints. :: "Let me out of these things, it's me and I'm back at my normal time!" Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Is it me or is this well beyond the kind of genetic engineering we're used to seeing among the major powers? When even these nanites are coming up in second place. Hunter Matheson: ::figures he can get a corpsman in MARDET and leaves::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> That does indeed sound like the current Ms. Mincine. Indaura Ryssan: Matheson? Something I can help you with? Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Oh. Hi doc. Yeah, I cut my arm pretty deep when I reached into the helm locker. Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: We're not dealing with someone typical here. Indaura Ryssan: How on Denobula? :: sit over here :: Hunter Matheson: Got a tourniquet on it about 30 minutes ago. ::points to the info on the tourn.cuf::: Rhan K'hal: That's what I was afraid of. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Rhan K'hal: Mr. Semek. How is her time stability? Can we let her out of this bubble yet? Hunter Matheson: You're busy, so I thought I'd go to MARDET for a corpsman. They're pretty good at this kind of thing. Irene Mincine: "I'm very typical." :: Hmph. Her stability was much better than before, though. :: Indaura Ryssan: And leaving scars. :: scans the wound :: William Chocox: ::whistles tunelessly as he works:: Maryse Dubois: With all of my knowledge, I don't think we're dealing with someone from the Alpha or Beta quadrants...at least not in our timeline... Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: reviews the data :: Her temporal stability is well within the parameters Dr. Dubois set up early on in the process. It is my professional opinion the time bubble can be deactivates so long as no more treatments are in progress. Cptn Swain: ((TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Indaura Ryssan: Tell you what, how about I escort you down there? Hunter Matheson: Uh.. sure. Hunter Matheson: You think I need it? I mean... it doesn't seem to be that bad. Irene Mincine: "Thank Kahless!" :: She was more interested in getting out than anything else. :: "Nobody from the Delta quadrant hates us enough to do... whatever it is they did to me." Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Semek, then looks at Maryse :: It's your call. I'm sure you'd be happy for some peace and quiet, and I'm sure my brother would be happy to have her back in the saddle. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: I can agree to that. Maryse Dubois: ::Undoes the restraints.:: Indaura Ryssan: I wish to take a break from sickbay. :: Sprays something on the wound to stabilize it. :: Rhan K'hal: Hit the big red button, Mr. Semek. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma' Hunter Matheson: Ma'am Hakran K'hal: Semek> The off button is cyan, Lieutenant. And its size does... Rhan K'hal: Oh good grief, how fresh from Vulcan are you. Just turn the damn thing off. Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: blink :: Yes, sir. :: turns off the time bubble :: Hunter Matheson: ::following the doc toward the lift::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Rhan K'hal: They can take your DNA, but they cannae take your freedom. Irene Mincine: :: With the restraints removed, she sits up on the biobed. :: "I'm free!" :: She hops out of the bed and promptly collapses to her knees. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having returned to the bridge while Irene gets her genome mapped and is probably napping through it, frowns at his console and mutters to no one in particular :: Why does it feel like all I do is coordinate shopping lists? William Chocox: ::is double checking Engineering's list:: Maryse Dubois: ::Had followed Rhan to the bridge, her staff keeping watch on Irene.:: oh but you're so good at it. Rhan K'hal: My everlasting curse. Hakran K'hal: @ :: heading over to the shuttle area, needing yet another ride back to the ship, also muttering to no one in particular :: Want to know what supplies I need? How about a working transporter? Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent, taking inventory:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: snags one of the teeny tiny shuttles and its bored driver, sits in the #2 seat with his arms crossed over his chest while the pilot does the pre-flight :: Maryse Dubois: Well at least you don't have to worry about me. Medical supplies are still fine. We just need foodstuffs. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Still on the planet (?), Indi continues her medical reclamation :: William Chocox: So, does this list seem like it's enough? Rhan K'hal: Which might be one of the harder things for them to part with unless they head back for a resupply themselves. Those Mirandas aren't exactly stuffed to the brim with tuna sandwiches. Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms away from the base camp again as the shuttle zooms up to Excalibur's orbit :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::categorizing, setting up, checking emergency med sets, gloves, you name it:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives on the bridge:: Maryse Dubois: Probably...::Thinking about starfleet history.:: But don't they have food synthesizers? Would material from those work with our replicators? Rhan K'hal: :: swivels an ear at the door swish, identifies the sound of the footprints :: Finally emerge from hibernation, Issaha? Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: That's something I'll have to check. Assuming the data is available. :: pokes at his console :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking over Will's work, she nodded.:: For a start. I don't know if they'll have even half of these, but it can't hurt to ask. Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope we have a way to quickly get this on the ship if we need. William Chocox: We won't know if we don't ask. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha as she sits by Rhan.:: Hakran K'hal: :: arrives back on board the ship, makes his way to the nearest lift as the shuttle heads promptly back planetside :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward her::: Same here, Doc. Hunter Matheson: @ ::::shows her his padd:: Looks like we have everything major except extra hypospray modules. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her station, taking the data padd with her.:: Keep on with the repairs. I'll let you know if anything comes of our requests. I'm off to the bridge. Hunter Matheson: @ But given what there is on planet, we might not need too many. At least I hope not. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances over to Rhan:: I am told we have saviors? Hunter Matheson: @ ::sends the inventory it to her padd::: William Chocox: Have fun meeting people from the past. William Chocox: ::goes back to the repairs:: Rhan K'hal: Looks like the material is compatible, but the individual supply cubes come wrapped in packs of 25. We'll have to have them processed through the replicators to separate them back into storage. Rhan K'hal: :: Issaha :: I don't know if I'd qualify them as saviors, yet. We don't even know how much they can do for us. Maryse Dubois: Well it's better than eating protein bars. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: I have some ideas. Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the bridge turbolift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the lift up to the bridge in search of the Captain.:: Hakran K'hal: :: comes up behind Issaha Going to let your boss in on those? Maryse Dubois: :;Sees others arrive on the bridge.:: Looks like we're having a party. Rhan K'hal: An actually staffed bridge! :: melodramatically feigns fainting :: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: sighs and sits :: Hunter Matheson: @ You okay, ma'am? Hunter Matheson: @ ::visual check doesn't look that good::: Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: So what's this about getting supply lists in? You realize I've got people crawling around the planet getting those supplies. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::hands him a PADD:: These were the calculations the Captain has been working on. There are, well, a lot of variables. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: looks :: I'm just tired, hoping we are working on a way to get back... Maryse Dubois: ::Points at the brightly colored ship on the viewscreen.:: A new shopping center arrived. Hakran K'hal: :: takes, looks it over, blinks a few times :: Master of understatement. :: hands it back to Issaha :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced about the bridge as she stepped out, heading for Swain's ready room.:: Hakran K'hal: :: glances at the viewscreen :: Ugh, I hate Mirandas. Hunter Matheson: @ Same here, Doc. How about a drink? Packets available on the rack. Hakran K'hal: :: sees THE Miranda walk out of the lift just in time to hear that :: The starships, I should specify. Maryse Dubois: I prefer them in that form, as opposed to the flying deathtrap we were recently in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving Hakran an amused stare.:: I would hope so. Hunter Matheson: @ Your choice. Indaura Ryssan: @ How about a coffee? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tries to hide a smirk:: Rhan K'hal: Ah, the sweet memories. :: glances over at Miranda :: Commander. Cap is still closeted away with the Lysander's command team. Hunter Matheson: @ Well, ma'am. Since it's the med tent, all we have is decaf if that'll work. Unless you have a stash somewhere. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: So what's your idea to turn that into something useful? Other than having everyone on the ship do math homework for 6 months. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I am so aware. ::Ringing the chimes to Swain's ready room.:: Cptn Swain: Come. Indaura Ryssan: $ :: Reaching in her gown :: I keep something on my person all times. Cptn Swain: Issaha> They have a much more powerful computer. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Hand a packet to Matheson :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::crooked grin, takes the packet:: Heat it up? Rhan K'hal: :: scowls :: Only because ours got turned into Swiss cheese. :: defends his baby :: Hakran K'hal: For the moment, yes. I imagine the Captain has already considered that the main priority when it comes to any help the Lysander can provide. Indaura Ryssan: @ And some water Hunter Matheson: @ Or does it heat as soon as you open it? We had some of those aboard the Nimitz. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Water coming up. Hunter Matheson: @ :::opening the locker to snag a fresh bottle, then hands it to her::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the ready room with Swain and his guests, giving them a nod.:: Captain. Hunter Matheson: @ ::standing next to her, keeping one eye on the few remaining patients, he opens his coffee packet::: Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope coffee is considered in supply runs. Cptn Swain: Welcome Miranda. This is Captain Cormoran and his XO, Commander Jaypal. Hunter Matheson: @ ::and it heats to proper temp:: Um... maybe not in this era? Guess we'll find out. William Chocox: ::taps out some more commands and orders before going back to working on the engines:: Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Augustin really needs to double-check what his team is sending into the supply requests. Or he has a sweet tooth himself. Apparently "chocolate covered cranberries" is a high priority. Indaura Ryssan: @ Coffee has been around for millennia. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks that line out :: Maryse Dubois: Those sound really good about now. Hunter Matheson: @ Since.... Ethiopia of earth, right? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Captain, Commander. Welcome aboard the Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> ::Nods:: Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I'll buy you a bag the next time we're near the proper era of civilization. Cptn Swain: Svati> ::smiles:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Has the Captain sufficiently explained our situation? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Nods, preparing her coffee :: Hakran K'hal: :: gets a comm from Semek, who is down planetside - walks over next to the powered down replicator to take it :: Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> I believe so. A rather... interesting journey it sounds like. Hakran K'hal: :: walks back over to Rhan and Maryse :: Good news, our first shuttle shipment of the carbon-rich lettuce is due to take off in 15. That will reclamate nicely into the replicator system. Maryse Dubois: Good news indeed. Rhan K'hal: :: stretches :: I hope so, because I'm not planning on going vegetarian any time soon. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Aye. And we are in need of certain supplies that we're unable to fabricate ourselves. ::She moved to Swain's desk to give him the report from engineering.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Ah Cptn Swain: Svati> ::nods:: We should be able to help with that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We were hoping as much. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0428.2019 MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur remains stranded in time, but a new hope has arisen as the USS Lysander has entered the system and made contact. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: @ ::planetside:: William Chocox: +Bridge+ What's the latest on the sensor blip? Irene Mincine: :: Irene's down in her medbay room, waiting patiently for the next dose of nanites that will get her out of there. :: "We're so close!" Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: is given a busy signal :: Cptn Swain: Inform the planet they can stand down. Hakran K'hal: @ :: in the command shelter, waiting for the all clear or the get ready to shoot things :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. William Chocox: Well then, I guess it's not important. Rhan K'hal: +Base Camp+ Stand down, auth delta 8-9-4 tau. Hakran K'hal: @ +Excal+ Acknowledged. Cptn Swain: +Lysander+ Have you gotten our coded transmission. Hakran K'hal: @ +Planetary Comm Network+ All crew stand down from shelter in place, resume normal operations. Rhan K'hal: :: forwards said transmission to Swain :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks to the doc:: False alarm? ::shrugs:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks :: Seems so. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ K'hal to Chocox, sorry about that. Ah, our blip is a friendly, that's about all I can say at the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge, the usual frown on her face. She paused heading Swain's comm.:: So it's true, then? A Federation ship? William Chocox: +Rhan+ Alright, understood. Rhan K'hal: +Lysander+ :: sends a text ack of message receipt :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::stands, brushing dirt from his uniform::: Indaura Ryssan: @ I don't know if we should stay put or travel to another planet. Cptn Swain: Helm bring us back into orbit. Hunter Matheson: @ Another planet. Sounds interesting. Irene Mincine: "Doc, any news on what's going on topside?" :: Irene yelled in the direction of Maryse's office. Hunter Matheson: @ What planet? Any ideas? Indaura Ryssan: @ Oh I'm not in those sessions. Maryse Dubois: ::Seeing Irene get frustrated. She walks over.:: Only that we are in contact with another ship. Cptn Swain: Not just a Federation ship. Hunter Matheson: @ Sessions? ::confused::: You okay, Doc? Indaura Ryssan: @ I'm fine, the sessions that decides where the crew will go next. I don't think they decided a next place. Rhan K'hal: :: Swain :: Permission to stand down from yellow alert? Cptn Swain: Arden's great-uncles ship. That son of... ::frowns:: Yes Cptn Swain: Stand down yellow alert. Rhan K'hal: Aye. Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ :: yellow alert lights go off :: Hunter Matheson: @ Oh. Right. Hell, I'm glad I don't make those decisions. They say go, I go. ::shrug:: Irene Mincine: "Another ship? At least they haven't started shooting at us yet, so that's--" :: Irene spaces out for a moment. The bubble generator in the corner beeps. :: "--what was I talking about?" William Chocox: ::looks up at the regular lights:: Welp, back to the structural supports. Hakran K'hal: @ :: steps out of the base tent to look around :: Indaura Ryssan: @ And I keep people healed up enough to do that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her frown deepened.:: And our previous discussion about not interfering with the past? Maryse Dubois: Don't worry. The word is it's a Federation ship. Hunter Matheson: @ ::still picking off the dirt, stops, looks at the doc::: Yeah. Thankless job? You patch, they leave? William Chocox: ::goes back to the new material:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: steps into Irene's room and straight to the time bubble controls :: Cptn Swain: We don't have the computer power to calculate the trip home. ::He said honestly:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: shrugs :: I get to see people, often in great need. Cptn Swain: Besides they'd detected us. Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: makes a minor adjustment, nods at Irene sending her Bajoran earring tinkling, before leaving without a peep :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods after a long think:: Tell you what - I sure do appreciate you doing that. You and Doc DuBois. Don't know what we'd do without you. Irene Mincine: "What are you talking about, Prell? I thought you went home." :: Irene leaped out of her bed when the lieutenant arrived. :: "Hey! Get out of my hotel room!" :: She stepped aggressively toward him, then stopped just as abruptly when the adjustment was made. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Do we have any history on them? Know their history? Cptn Swain: ::Waves a book:: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs: I can't wait till this is fixed. I can't get used to seeing it. Indaura Ryssan: @ Thanks. It's nice to hear now and then. :: Looks up at the sky :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks at Matheson :: So, what is our next move? Cptn Swain: This is their Captain's logs. Cptn Swain: Arden left it in my quarters before we left for this mission,. Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: unphased, she still leaves without a peep, or even much interest in the shouting Irene :: Rhan K'hal: :: works on the next round of programming from his spot on the bridge with his ears pointed over toward the command discussion :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::scans the area::: No idea. Stand by for orders? Defend the place that doesn't have anything hostile to defend against? Not sure about that, but so far it's pretty docile. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She blinked.:: Well... I suppose nothing better than inside information. Are they beaming over? Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda:: Hunter Matheson: @ I was checking out the planet before all hell broke loose. Hunter Matheson: @ First the storm, then the alert. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Their CO and XO will be coming over within the hour. Irene Mincine: "Ugh..." :: Irene stumbled and leaned on a rolling tray, which promptly rolled out from under her. She fell flat on her butt and medical instruments flew across the room. :: "Shifted again, huh." Hakran K'hal: @ :: walks over to the area with Hunter and Indaura :: Did the all clear not make it to your comm badges or do you just like hunkering down together over here? I'd suggest a bigger rock if you want to do anything intimate, the whole camp can see you. Hunter Matheson: @ Sir? Maryse Dubois: Yep. ::Helps her up.:: Hakran K'hal: @ Which part are you "sir?"ing? Hunter Matheson: @ All of it, sir. Hakran K'hal: @ Doctor, I'd suggest giving the marine an hearing checkup. Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that..." :: She stands up with Maryse's help. She shakes it off and starts collecting instruments, putting them back on the tray. :: "The bubble device has a limited lifespan, I expect." Hunter Matheson: @ Due respect, I don't exactly appreciate anyone talking that way. Maryse Dubois: It'll last long enough. It won't be long before your last treatment. Hunter Matheson: @ ...and especially to the lady. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: turns to Matheson :: I've never known Matheson to have feelings for me, but thanks for letting me know about his feelings. :: smirks :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene gathers the last of the medical devices. :: "Good. Good. I don't care if I start turning different colors if the last genetic treatment gets me out of here." Hunter Matheson: @ ::blink:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: tilts an ear down :: I don't recall you asking, or receiving, permission to speak freely, Mr. Matheson. And nobody is a gendered anything while on duty, which you should be. I'd suggest you get on with your job description. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what will you be proposing to them? How much will you tell them? Hakran K'hal: @ Doctor, you're needed at the medical tent. Mostly minors, but the stand down order took a few people who were perched precariously by surprised, they're on their way in. Cptn Swain: Only what they need to know. That we need their assistance in getting back. Cptn Swain: Unless you object. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: to K'hal :: You need to settle down. :: Turns to Matheson :: Duty calls. Hunter Matheson: @ ::Doc:: Yes, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes to the test to assess the injuries :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, I would agree... as little as possible. They can't know too much about the future, lest it alter their own. Hunter Matheson: @ ::wondering what the hell that came from - the atmosphere? the lost-in-space thing?::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: returns to the command tent :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::returns to his duties::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: decides not to write any of that up, giving the benefit of the doubt considering the lost in time situation :: Cptn Swain: Good. Cptn Swain: Rhan, I need you to start compiling all the information we have on the star and on the time shift we went through. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Working on the minor wounds :: Rhan K'hal: It mostly is compiled because I haven't dared let the damaged system try to do it. Cptn Swain: Their systems are a bit older but I am sure you can manage. Rhan K'hal: I'll have Ensign Obee finish the rest up. I need to return to sickbay and try to finish getting our biologist's DNA slap-chopped. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: While we're requesting their assistance, I'd like to see what sort of materials they have on board that might help us patch up the ship. I'm sure some of the components could be modified to work for us. Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters the shuttle to complete his equip log::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Rhan K'hal: :: fills in Ken on a few details before heading off the bridge and taking a lift back down to deck 11 :: William Chocox: ::works and works and whistles a tuneless whistle:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, then I'll be in engineering figuring out what we need and what they might have that might work. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: takes back operations and resumes the general work with getting their data compiled :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits back down on the biobed. :: "Hopefully Rhan gets back down here soon." Rhan K'hal: :: walks into Irene's room :: You called? Rhan K'hal: :: slips back into the "nanite station" and pulls up the programming :: I'm almost there, got interrupted by Cdr Cormoran's great-uncle. Irene Mincine: "Great, I... wait, the commander's great-uncle?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Heading for the lift, Miranda took it back down to engineering.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::medical supplies complete::: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: Why do I feel this is going to be a headache before it's all over? Rhan K'hal: :: smirks :: You may want to bring a concussion kit with you when we get back to our timeline, I have a feeling the Captain is going to be whacking his hubby over the head with the Lysander's log book. Rhan K'hal: Unless the Cdr is start and finds something to do while we're docking. Rhan K'hal: Anyway, here we go. Have more nanites for me, Doc? William Chocox: ::looks up as the lift opens:: Ah, hello Commander. Irene Mincine: "Yeah! More nanites!" :: She was as excited as a little girl at this finally to be over. :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: writes a personal log entry while hoping someone will explain what was going on in the vacuum :: Indaura Ryssan: @ +Matheson+ We should talk later. Ryssan out. Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks up::: +Doc+ Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox. ::Nods.:: We've got about an hour to come up with an interesting list. William Chocox: How interesting? Hunter Matheson: @ ::still pretty livid, wondering if he knows it falls under defamation of character re the doc::: Hunter Matheson: @ ::continues his inventory:: Rhan K'hal: :: Irene :: Even being on the non-medical end of this round I should warn you this may be the most... intense round so far, Irene. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, getting Rhan the last batch.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes from excited to nervous in a snap. :: "Intense? What can I expect?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sat down with a sigh.:: We need to research the tech they had in this era and see if we can integrate any of it into our tech and make it work for us. Maryse Dubois: We can't really say for sure. William Chocox: ::blinks:: Come again? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Treats the wounded :: Maryse Dubois: Just...be ready for anything. Rhan K'hal: :: transfers the programs to the nanites, then hands them over to Maryse :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The blip on our sensors was... is... a Federation ship. We're going to be meeting with their command in a bit to ask for their help in getting back to our own timeline. Maryse Dubois: ::Loads up the hypo.:: Are you ready? William Chocox: Fun William Chocox: I guess I'll break out the history books. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods... :: "I'm ready as I'll ever be..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: They might have components and materials in storage that could work for us. Maryse Dubois: ::Gives her the hypo.:: William Chocox: That would be much appreciated. Especially for the hull... Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves on to emergency gear::: Rhan K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: appears as if by magic over at the magic bubble controls since Issaha is occupied playing with his balls :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, especially the hull. ::She accessed the latest repair logs to refresh their list of needed supplies.:: Rhan K'hal: :: is considerably more serious than usual as he monitors the nanite controllers progress as the nanites course through Irene's system :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts breathing heavily... her vitals are soon all over the place. :: "The hell is... ugh..." :: She doubles over on the biobed, sweat pouring. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lysander signals they're ready to transport two over to Excalibur's ready room. Hunter Matheson: @ :::insufficient equipment per regs, but there's nothing they can do about it in this era::: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Lysander is signaling, Captain. They're ready to transport over into your ready room. Maryse Dubois: ::Would help Irene up, but can't at the moment. She monitors vitals.:: It's alright. It will pass. Rhan K'hal: That will be the work on the sympathetic nervous system. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Kenet :: Izal, how's the bubble? Hunter Matheson: @ ::finished the inventory, secures the hatch and wanders toward medical::: Hunter Matheson: @ ::entering the medical tent::: Rhan K'hal: LtJG Kenet> Stable, but we're pushing the limits of the system to keep up with the changes. There may be lags. Cptn Swain: ::Heads to the RR:: Very well Hunter Matheson: @ ::approaches the doc, waiting for her attention::: Irene Mincine: "I told you to get out of my room!" :: She soon passed into mania, jumping up out of the biobed. :: "You drugged me and I'm going to rip your head off!" :: She leaped at Maryse, trying to knock her over and away from the console she's monitoring. Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Maryse, this might start getting hairy, they're about to star... Indaura Ryssan: @ :: turns :: Ah hello Matheson. Rhan K'hal: Speak of the devil. Hunter Matheson: @ Ma'am. ::nods:: Anything I can do to help in here, ma'am? I'm certified Tactical Combat Casualty Care (TCCC) William Chocox: I've gotten the material to the point where we can use it by the way. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gets out her scanner :: So... under any stressful situations lately? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Matheson :: Hunter Matheson: @ Nothing I can't handle, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Excellent. ::She transferred her list to a data padd and began cross referencing.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ Oh, thought you could use a drink, cause I sure know I could. But there's nothing down here. Cptn Swain: ANS Hunter Matheson: @ I hear ya, ma'am. And it does sound good. But alcohol and patients don't exactly mix. Hunter Matheson: @ I'm here to help if you need any. Indaura Ryssan: @ Was thinking something at the downtime. Hunter Matheson: @ Oh. Sure enough. Rhan K'hal: :: doesn't have the luxury of leaving his own console, and neither can Kenet, has to hope Maryse can take care of herself :: Indaura Ryssan: @ Well, how are the medical supplies coming along? Maryse Dubois: ::Steps to the side, then uncharacteristically, gives Irene a stern slap on the cheek.:: Snap out of it. Rhan K'hal: :: that'll do :: Hunter Matheson: @ Med supplies on the shuttle are inventoried. I can inventory what you have if you want. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0421.2019 The Excalibur remains stranded in time, but a new hope has arisen as the USS Lysander has entered the system and made contact.

SD 0414.2019 Still lost in space, Excalibur has continued to make repairs and settle a bit in orbit of Sarras.

MISSION BRIEF: Still lost in space, Excalibur has continued to make repairs and settle a bit in orbit of Sarras. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: wanders into Irene's room :: Round 2 is programmed! I'm almost 100% positive there shall be no newting. Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, reading the diary his husband had left.:: William Chocox: ::keeps working on ways to use the new material:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: back on planet, being leadery :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::checking the status of the Cassiopeia after the storm, muttering about stupid storms messing with things:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene almost jumped out of her bed, which she was laying in, when Rhan arrived. :: "Can't you knock first? I was taking a nap." :: She sat up in the biobed. :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: walking around :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> One of the fighters detects a blip on the sensors and alerts Excalibur. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps in behind Rhan.:: I also made improvements to my cocktail too. Rhan K'hal: Nope. :: sits down at the console :: Hunter Matheson: ::finished up, he wipes his hands on his uniform then kicks himself for messing it up cause it might be the last one for a few decades::: Hunter Matheson: ^@ again...duh Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Captain, we've got some sort of "blip" being reported by one of the fighters. Cptn Swain: :Puts his book down:: Define blip? Rhan K'hal: :: hands Maryse the programmed nanites :: Irene Mincine: "I'm excited for this one to go better than the first one." :: She said as sternly as the victim of medical science could. :: "Well, ready when you are, folks." Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the nanites from Rhan, and preps the 2 hypos once more.:: Sorry Irene. This is sensitive work, we have a small window to work with. Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward the tents::: Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Flying CAP. :: "Orders, Excal?" Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> That's what I'm wondering, sir. Let me prod the TIC for more information. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, administering the 1st hypo, then the nanites.:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: contacts TIC for more info :: Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to flight operations:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That is such a weird feeling..." Cptn Swain: ACTION> TIC confirms that it’s a possible boogey, but the asteroid belt is obscuring sensors. William Chocox: We really need a bit more strength for this to work on the hull. Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: cranes neck up to Swain :: Sir. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Possible bogey, Captain. Asteroid belt is obscuring things though. Cptn Swain: Yellow alert. Reel everyone in. Cptn Swain: Do we have any work crews outside? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: pushes the YELLOW ALERT button :: A few, I'll recall them. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at the lights.:: This is not the time. Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: forwards commands to d'A in the TIC :: William Chocox: ::looks up:: Oh boy. +Bridge+ How bad should I be expecting this? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gathering more samples :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene perked up at the alert noises. :: "How can you have a yellow alert a hundred years in the past?" Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Will+ Being cautious about a "blip," sir. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Think you Ensign. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: calls all the outsiders to be insiders :: Cptn Swain: Alert the surface to ground operations and shelter in place. We don't have time to evacuate them. Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Zooms back toward Excalibur with the rest of the fighters! :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Planet Base+ Excalibur to base camp, yellow alert. Shelter in place. Hunter Matheson: @ ::sloshing through the mud, comes across Ryssan:: Hey, Doc. Need some help? Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to tactical panel:: Hakran K'hal: @+Excal+ Acknowledged. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors show what appears to be some sort of vessel entering the asteroid belt. Maryse Dubois: ::Lets her team deal with sickbay. She scans Irene.:: Hakran K'hal: @ +Planetary Personnel+ Yellow alert in progress shipside. Orders are to shelter in place. Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... time to go, Doc. Rhan K'hal: :: monitoring the nanite controllers :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nods :: To the shelter :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::helping her with her collection::: With you. Rhan K'hal: So far so good. I've got the bioscans monitoring your phasing to automatically adjust the time bubble, so hopefully you won't thin out. Too much. Cptn Swain: I guess it was too much to ask for someone not to find us. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Vitals are stable. How do you feel, Irene? Cptn Swain: Is everyone aboard? Cptn Swain: ::He mentally corrected himself, not liking leaving part of his crew on the planet but there wasn't much they could do about that.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked up at the ceiling. :: "I can't believe I made it through the academy. Graduation day. Isn't it great? I thought I'd be kicked out about fifty times by now..." :: She was going on and on and on. :: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Space never seems to be big enough when you need it to be, sir. :: checks :: Last crews waiting for an airlock cycle, Captain. 45 seconds. Hunter Matheson: @ ::entering the shelter:: Don't suppose we have a cloak on this thing... Maryse Dubois: ::Looking to Rhan.:: Cptn Swain: As soon as they're clear, helm put us inside the gas giant's rings as close as you can get us to the atmosphere on between Sarras and the planet. Cptn Swain: That should obscure us. Hakran K'hal: @ :: enters the base building :: +Planetary Personnel+ Initiate radio silence except for tight-beam transmissions. Hunter Matheson: @ ::flicks off his comm badge:: Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Clear. :: nods to helm :: Rhan K'hal: :: holds a furry finger up :: Rhan K'hal: Aaaaaaaand there we go, nanite controllers indicate this round is complete. Indaura Ryssan: @ They are not designed with a low profile Irene Mincine: "They told me I'm gonna get posted to the worst dump in the fleet with all the other misfits. I think they were just being mean though. But the admiral said I..." :: Irene blinked and seemed to snap out of it. :: "The hell was that?" Cptn Swain: Riordan> ::nods and begins moving the Excalibur into position:: Rhan K'hal: That round was poking around the ol' neurons a bit more. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "If I forget how to do my job, I'm kicking your ass." Maryse Dubois: Seems like a side effect. Cptn Swain: (( I mean, maybe you'll get some new useful skill )) Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the bubble data :: Looks like there was a bit of lag in adjusting the time bubble. Lucky it was doing it automatically, if I had to try to do it manually you'd probably have been going "googoo gaagaa" and sucking your thumb. Cptn Swain: (( Think of it as re-rolling your stats sheet! )) Cptn Swain: How long before the bogey is through the asteroid field? Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Based on the data we got from the fighter, best guess is another 5-8 minutes. It slowed way down before entering. William Chocox: ::keeps an eye on the systems readout:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks up :: I wonder how long we wait :: Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Though if it's an ore scraper or miner craft, it could be a lot longer. Cptn Swain: We should be so lucky. Irene Mincine: "You could have warned me about that _before_ you started!" :: Irene didn't look very happy. Then she glanced at a padd. "How am I going to figure out what this DNA does if I'm a carrot?" Hunter Matheson: @ :::sitting, waiting for the all clear::: Rhan K'hal: I can't warn you about something that, as far as I know, has never happened before, and this is certainly a treatment that's never been done like this before. :: grins :: Besides, you're the time jumper, warn yourself. Irene Mincine: "Okay, you're right, you're right. And if I *could* control my time jumping, I'd jump back to wherever this started and kick *their* ass instead." Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: staring at the tactical overlay on the flops screen, waiting :: Rhan K'hal: Again, I'd hold your coat. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The bogey clears the outer reaches of the inner asteroid belt. And it is.... *suspenseful cut* Maryse Dubois: ::Scanning Irene again.:: Well the good news is the treatments are definitely working. Hunter Matheson: @ ((anyone else planetside besides myself and the doc?)) Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked much happier knowing it was working, at least. :: "Good. Great. I can't wait to get out of here and go work out some of this aggression on holograms instead of a console." Rhan K'hal: :: turns back to his monitor :: Next program should be easier, we've got a lot less material. Though it'll take longer for the next treatment to go through, since the nanites will have to get out their tiny little spyglasses to look for bad guys on the horizon. Cptn Swain: (( let's make this fun. if you have .a guess dm me. anyone who gets it right gets a "get our peril card" )) Irene Mincine: "Say. You think my Romulan nightmares and that yellow alert are... connected?" :: Irene hrmed. :: "As long as they don't get too many good guys. And what happened to sedation?" Hunter Matheson: @ ((test)) Maryse Dubois: ((Hakran and a bunch of NPCs are there too.)) Rhan K'hal: I imagine if it was Romulan it would be a tad redder. :: looks at Maryse :: And yeah, what happened to sedation? Not that I mind the entertainment. Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: You didn't ask. Hakran K'hal: @ :: in the base command shelter :: Cptn Swain: (( anyone else with a guess, get it in now )) Maryse Dubois: And that was to help you sleep, not get through the treatments. Maryse Dubois: That's what my cocktail was for. Irene Mincine: "Well, I do feel very warm and fuzzy..." Cptn Swain: ACTION> A Miranda-class vessel emerges from the asteroid belt and begins scanning the system. Rhan K'hal: Okay, while the bioscan goes through and does another full genetic workup I'm gonna go see what's what. Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> The vessel has emerged from the asteroid belt. It's... it's a Starfleet ship, Miranda class. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> They're actively scanning, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Good idea. I'll sit here and keep bothering the good doctor." Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Can we get an ID on it? Rhan K'hal: :: exits Irene's room and sickbay altogether, grabs a lift :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Hungry? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> They seem to be flying pretty quiet themselves. This was... is not exactly Starfleet's stomping ground. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ship turns and heads towards the gas giant/Saras Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: manning science :: I'll see if can get an eyeball on the hull. Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Coming our way. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Stand by to power down everything but lifesupport. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: fowards order to Engineering :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::doc:: You get the feeling that we're alone? Hunter Matheson: @ Tell you what... if there's a problem planetside, I found a pretty good place we can hide. Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: squints at her screen :: Lycanthropy? No that can't be right. William Chocox: ::waits for what happens next:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: tap tap tap to try to get it focused :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: smirks :: Not the romantic getaway I had planned. Irene Mincine: "Very hungry, doctor." :: Irene looks at some discarded protein bar wrappers on the table near her bed. :: "I've been living on these for days." Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> I think it's the Lysander, sir. Not that it means much to me. Cptn Swain: Lysander? Hunter Matheson: @ ::snort:: Specially not here. Maryse Dubois: I could always get you another sandwich. Cptn Swain: Are you sure about that? ::Moving towards his chair:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: the Bajoran itched her ridged nose :: Best I can make out, the sun is in the wrong spot to get it lit properly. Rhan K'hal: :: enters bridge :: 'sup? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: explains to his boss what's going on :: Irene Mincine: "Think I can keep this one down?" :: Irene picked up the padd with the DNA info on it. :: "Wait... isn't this..." :: She furiously begins typing on the padd. :: Maryse Dubois: Hmm? ::Watching Irene.:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: pulls up the still blurry image of the Miranda class ship on her monitor for Swain to see :: Looking at the writing on the hull here, the computer assist is what's giving me Lysander. Cptn Swain: ::Flipping through the book:: You're sure, it’s the Lysander? Cptn Swain: That son of a... Irene Mincine: "I know what this is." :: She looked up at Maryse. :: "I mean, I'm not sure how, but I do. It's an encrypted trinary code." Cptn Swain: Comm> +all+ Unidentified vessel, this is Captain Jesselyin Cormoran of the USS Lyasander, we're here to offer assistance. Rhan K'hal: :: settles in at Ops, double-checks the work :: I'd concur with Izal. Maryse Dubois: An encrypted code? Rhan K'hal: And with Captain Cormoran. Cptn Swain: I am going to kill him. Cptn Swain: I am about to commit a direct violation of the temporal prime directive. Does any one have objections? Rhan K'hal: Great grandma-in-law, sir? Cptn Swain: Great Uncle in law. Irene Mincine: "Yes! The problem is..." :: Irene tossed the padd down onto the table. :: "It would take a computer the size of a planet a thousand years to decode it without the encryption key." Rhan K'hal: Close enough. No objections on my end, sir. Indaura Ryssan: @ How in the, what do humans say, devil do we get back to our own time, not to mention disrupt the timeline Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: looks uncomfortable, but says nothing :: Hunter Matheson: @ Guess we just wait and see. Cptn Swain: if anyone does, please note it in your logs. Cptn Swain: Rhan, open a channel. Rhan K'hal: :: taptap :: Channel open, sir. Indaura Ryssan: @ Waiting will not get us back to our own time. Indaura Ryssan: @ High energy particles will likely do that. Cptn Swain: +Comm+ Captain Cormoran, this is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur... I'd like to suggest we have a private conversation. Hunter Matheson: @ No ma'am. But with the ship in the present condition, it's not going to happen very soon. Cptn Swain: << TWO MINUTE WARNING >> Hunter Matheson: @ Maybe a few years, maybe decades, maybe never. Hakran K'hal: @ :: monitoring comms closely :: Cormoran? :: shakes head :: Coincidence is hooey. Indaura Ryssan: @ Great... I should visit my great grandmother, think that would be an issue? Hunter Matheson: @ Prolly not. Cptn Swain: ...AND... Hunter Matheson: @ I doubt I'd even come close to seeing any of my family. They're all in the US Indaura Ryssan: @ US, you mean Earth? Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: Lost in space and time, the crew of Excalibur is currently exploring the planet of Sarras in an attempt to source materials that might be used to repair the ship and feed the crew. Engineering is busy with repairs, Science is working on options to return us to our own time, and Medical & Ops are currently dealing with the curious case of Irene Mincine. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: Want me to start on those models first? Irene Mincine: "I'm a Borg now." :: Said Irene after Maryse shot her full of medical nanites. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded.:: Yes, we need something to test. Do the scale tests and have the computer extrapolate. Rhan K'hal: :: now that Irene has had her first injection, swings a leg over a chair and starts poking at a console :: Let's see, I should be hearing back from the controller nanites soon. Maryse Dubois: Well, if you want to be technical, I didn't start this. ::Scans Irene.:: William Chocox: On it ma'am. ::sets the materials down at his work station and starts drawing out plans:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Irene, Maryse, & Rhan -- give me a number from 1 - 10 )) Rhan K'hal: (( 3 )) Irene Mincine: (( 8 )) Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward the shuttle to check a few things:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Working :: Hakran K'hal: :: back on the ship once again, getting his frequent shuttler miles in, is checking in on Issaha and the time lords to see what they've come up with so far :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: bumps into Mathson :: Oh, pardon me. Hunter Matheson: @ ::turns:: Yes, ma'am? Indaura Ryssan: @ Sorry, I have been wandering....enjoying the air./ Hunter Matheson: @ ::slight grin:: No problem, ma'am. It's pretty nice down here. Might as well enjoy it. Rhan K'hal: (( :: whistles the Jeopardy theme :: )) Maryse Dubois: ((7 sorry stepped away a minute.)) William Chocox: ::mutters to himself:: Triangles, triangles, and more triangles. Everyone's favorite structural shape. Indaura Ryssan: @ It is more open than I am used to.. Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods:: More open than we've seen in a while, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the data coming in from the supervisor nanites :: Hunter Matheson: @ There's.. uh.. lots of fields, a few... interesting animals, clean water - at least it registers clean. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits there, being... nanited... :: "Anything?" Hunter Matheson: @ Few nice hills to climb. ::scratching some leftover blood from his arm:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The nanites begin communicating with Rhan and the results look promising. Though it wouldn't be a total fix, the nanites did seem to be targeting the foreign DNA to eradicate it. However, side effects include a slight phase shift in Irene's physical form. She began looking rather... transparent. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: It's proceeding a little um... unexpectedly. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: looks :: How is the arm? Irene Mincine: "I don't feel well..." :: Irene puts her head in her hands, which she notices are looking pretty invisible... :: "Uh... uh... Maryse? Rhan?" :: She was freaking out! :: William Chocox: ::finishes drawing a standard build strength model:: Been a while since I've done one of these. Let's see how it does. ::starts actually building the model:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back at the console, and back at Irene :: Try putting THAT side effect on the label. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::While Will worked on testing the new hull material, Miranda sat down to coordinate the other repair efforts, assigning additional teams as needed.:: Hunter Matheson: @ My arm, ma'am? It's fine. Just got a little blood left on 'em, but it'll wash off ::his sleeve cuffs are rolled up::: Hunter Matheson: @ How are you doing, ma'am? Coping with the change we've had? Maryse Dubois: Very unexpectedly... ::Scanning.:: Try adjusting her bubble a little. Rhan K'hal: Stay calm, I think your de-DNA-ing is going to uh... interfere with the time bubble. Let me try to figure this out. Indaura Ryssan: @ Well, being in the past can be problematic for a Denobulan. Families are large...really large. I'll be okay if I don't come into contact with any of my own people. Rhan K'hal: :: fingers fly across the console as he does some calculations :: Okay, decreasing chroniton stabilization by 2.8% over 180 seconds. William Chocox: ::click, click, click, click as he keeps putting pieces together:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::quizzical look:: Not all that familiar with your species, ma'am. Mind telling me about how they might be a problem? Irene Mincine: "I need a... oh..." :: Irene crumples off the biobed to the floor. That sandwich she ate last episode comes back up, all over the floor in front of her. :: Indaura Ryssan: @ I think humans call it the grandfather paradox. You go back in time, kill or cause to be killed your own grandfather, you cease to exist. Indaura Ryssan: @ For me there are more branches that could result in my demise. Rhan K'hal: :: watches the numbers as Irene crumples and her proverbial cookies are tossed :: Almost there. Hunter Matheson: @ ::blank stare for a few minutes:: Uh... never quite thought about that ma'am. So.. I guess we better stay under cover for as long as we can. At least until we find a way back to our time. Indaura Ryssan: @ I've read the temporal causality logs... getting out of this will be fraught with issues. Hunter Matheson: @ ::stows his knife::: Rhan K'hal: Bubble realignment complete. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Irene's condition normalizes after a few moments of reprogramming and the phase shift eventually stops. Maryse Dubois: ::Still scanning.:: I think that should do it. Give it a minute, you should start feeling better. Indaura Ryssan: @ Our time... right. We have already jumped out of our time into another. There's a good likelihood we will jump back into something that is not our own. Rhan K'hal: I recommend before the next dose: no dinner and a sedative. Hunter Matheson: @ Tell you what, ma'am. I'm thinking that the best thing for us in this situation is to not think about the problems we *might* have. Just enjoy the life we have now. Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes back to her normal tan self. She's still curled up on the floor, breathing heavily, carefully away from the mess she made. :: "I am going... to kill... whoever did this... to me..." William Chocox: How are the other teams doing ma'am? ::puts his structure in the pressure machine to test its strength:: Hunter Matheson: @ Hell, we never know what's going to happen from one minute to the next anyway. Indaura Ryssan: @ There is a limit, but my duty is to keep people alive...as long as engineering is keeping the ship alive. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: @ You do not need to call me ma'am...sir. Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods:: Will do. Rhan K'hal: I'll hold your coat. Maryse Dubois: ::Calls for an orderly to clean up.:: At least we can somewhat expect that for the next dose. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nudges him :: Would have been funnier if you said " Will do, ma'am." Anyhow, have you heard when we are to leave? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: Overworked, I'm afraid, but that's the way it has to be at the moment. We're making good progress with what we have. Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that..." :: She slowly climbed back onto the biobed, redoing her hair tie after it all had flopped everywhere. :: "At least I'm... a little better than before, right?" Hunter Matheson: @ :::crooked smile:: I suppose so. NCO to officer, it's giving the officer due respect. But I'll ditch the "ma'am" if that's your preference. And no, ma'.... uh... no, I haven't heard anything about leaving. Mostly about surviving. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She made a few notations and swiped to the next report.:: It's the gaps that worry me. The materials we don't have. I don't like having to rely on untested substitutions. Rhan K'hal: According to the nanite controllers and the Doc's scans, we've made progress. Not going to be a magic pill though, this is going to take some time. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nods :: I'm not much on rank myself. If that arm gives you trouble look us up. William Chocox: Well, hopefully we'll have a tested substitution soon. Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods:: Will do. It's sheep blood. Snagged it over the hill a ways. Irene Mincine: "I still keep having nightmares about Romulans thanks to these time shifts, you know. I hope *that* stops soon..." William Chocox: ::jumps as the scale model snaps from the pressure:: See! Tested! Rhan K'hal: The less out of time you are the better that should get. I think. That's not my specialty. William Chocox: ::looks over the data and starts extrapolating with the computer:: Maryse Dubois: ::nods.:: William Chocox: So uh...I have good news and bad news. Irene Mincine: "It gets worse when I'm asleep, for some reason." :: Irene's finally settled on the biobed. :: Indaura Ryssan: @ Space sheep William Chocox: Which would you like first? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned slightly toward Chocox, resting her elbow on the console with a sigh.:: Get it over with. Bad first. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Once the full genetic resurvey is complete I'll start programming round two. I'll leave it up to you to decide on the when. Hunter Matheson: @ Eh... not quite. ::rubs his hair::: more like a sheep/goat mix. We'll see how it tastes if the mess fixes it. Maryse Dubois: With your DNA changing back to acceptable levels, I can confidently give you a mild sedative if you want. Hunter Matheson: @ You ever had sheep.. or lamb? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I estimate another hour. William Chocox: This stuff is not suitable for the hull. Not without modifications to it first. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ACTION> Those planetside suddenly get a severe storm warning alert. The eastern horizon was boiling with dark, purplish clouds that were rolling in quickly. The wind began to pick up, as well. Irene Mincine: "Oh, thank god." :: As soon as Maryse said that. :: "Might as well get this over with as soon as we can. But yeah, sedate me for the next one. Or I'll throw up on our engineer lieutenant." :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::looking up:: Whoa... that's not good. ::takes her arm::: Quick...get to the shuttle. Indaura Ryssan: @ Me? It's been a long time for having meat at all. At least not replicated. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: @ Quick.. it's coming fast. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned.:: Okay. And the good news? William Chocox: We can use it for the structure. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs.:: It won't be much longer. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks all around while heading to the shuttle :: Rhan K'hal: At least I have a template to go off now, though I think I'll have to make a few modifications to slow down the temporal decoupling. Or at least I think that's what the blue-collars called it. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: stowes her PADD :: What now? Irene Mincine: "Don't look at me, you saw my Academy records when I came on board. Genetics yes, temporal mechanics not really." Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters the code and the hatch opens::: We duck and cover! Hunter Matheson: @ ::pulls her in:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well... that's something, at least. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> On the bridge, long range sensors blip as they pick up an incoming warp signature. Rhan K'hal: I'm a computer programmer and I'm simultaneously trying to deal with that, genetic, AND temporal mechanics. I get the job pity, you can keep the condition pity. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( And... )) Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Ducks :: Anyone out there ? William Chocox: Definitely something. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs. :: "Understood." Hunter Matheson: @ :::secures the hatch as soon as they are in::: Sit tight. We might rock with the storm. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

SD 0407.2019 Lost in space and time, the crew of Excalibur is currently exploring the planet of Sarras in an attempt to source materials that might be used to repair the ship and feed the crew. Engineering is busy with repairs, Science is working on options to return us to our own time, and Medical & Ops are currently dealing with the curious case of Irene Mincine.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur continues make repairs in orbit of Sarras. Most of the crew has been given freedom to explore the planet. Science teams continue their survey efforts while a few other teams continue working on efforts to return us to our correct time. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Irene Mincine: :: Irene is working at her genetics research setup in her sickbay room, still puzzled over the purpose of the foreign DNA inside her. :: "Hmm..." Rhan K'hal: ::having unceremoniously borrowed Maryse's office to start programming the nanites, is still in there - at least the occasional shouted obscenity would seem to indicate so:: Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters listening to Vivaldi while working on the calculations for a sling-shot, not finding them very encouraging.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: planetside, is at the science hut going over the latest findings from the various science teams :: Irene Mincine: "You all right in there?" :: Irene looks up from her console and shouts out the opened door. :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Examining the nearby plant life :: Cptn Swain: @Ryu> ::Planetside making sure none of his marines got themselves into too much trouble. They were, at the moment, largely camped out near lake playing in the cool waters.:: Rhan K'hal: [redacted] little [redacted] can go [redacted] and then [redacted] with a [redacted]! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda wiped her hands as she looked at the latest repair status in engineering.:: Well... things are progressing. Still have a ways to go, but good work on that nacelle, Chocox. Replication is going to take several days, but we shored up what we could. Hunter Matheson: # ::hiking outside the wire with Tork, full rucks, knives and homemade spears, hoping to find something to eat besides grass::: William Chocox: Thank you ma'am. ::wipes his forehead:: And hopefully those planetside can find us food. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( ::reading the unredacted transcript with raised eyebrows.:: )) Indaura Ryssan: @ :: to herself :: This is either a good medicine for irritation, or minty tea. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs at Rhan's misfortune. :: "Not going well? I'm not making much progress in deciphering the function of it, either." Hakran K'hal: @ Biology's determined that the eels are edible, good. We'll have to set up a sushi station, we already know the seaweed is like any other seaweed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not just that.... they've reported finding some materials that might work for repairing the ship. I thought we could go have a look and start running some tests. Cptn Swain: ::He frowned and picked back up the book Arden had left him:: William Chocox: That sounds like a plan. Rhan K'hal: :: storms out of Maryse's office into Irene's room, stops and stands with his paws on his hips :: Every simulation I've ran either kills you or turns you into some sort of newt. Hunter Matheson: # ::tries to get Tork to shut up while they hike:: Cptn Swain: @Ryu> ::He leaned back, letting the sun wash over his torso. For as somewhat daunting of a situation as they were in, at least they'd found a nice spot to sit down in.:: Hunter Matheson: # ::gets a whiff of something and clamps a hand over Tork's mouth to listen::: Irene Mincine: :: She sighs, looking disappointed. :: "I can't imagine that my hybrid biology makes things any easier for you." Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::taking a break from the labs, he'd shuttled down to the planet and was headed for the science hut:: Cptn Swain: (( No One Out Sciences the Hut )) Hunter Matheson: # ::releases Tork's mouth and signals quiet::: Maryse Dubois: ((hiya)) Rhan K'hal: No. It's not like you mix cream and coffee and come out with a nice solution, it's more like adding chunks of potatoes to a stew, it just gets chunkier. The nanites always want to go for the wrong bits. Hunter Matheson: ((grief, Cap. That was just... weird.)) Cptn Swain: (( Mira )) William Chocox: So, to the science labs? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If they've brought up the samples. Let's find out. +Hakran+ Hawthorne to K'hal. Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks out the flap and sees the "Vulcan" approaching :: Hakran K'hal: @ +Hawthorne+ K'hal here. Hunter Matheson: # ::rounds a berm to check the area::: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::enters the lab. after his conversation with the other Romulan, he wondered if he could just give up the ruse:: Irene Mincine: "Right. I've never worked with nannies but... yeah." :: Irene tosses Rhan a padd with her findings on her foreign DNA. :: "And as far as I can tell, the DNA doesn't *do* anything. It's just creating inert proteins." Hunter Matheson: # :::creep...creep.... creep... creep::: Hakran K'hal: @ Finally decided to get some fresh air, Issaha? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: taking some samples :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hakran+ Do we have mineral samples on board? Engineering is ready to start running tests for possible hull components. Rhan K'hal: ::catches, reviews:: Yeesh. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::lifts a brow. He'd mostly not been paying attention to any of the other work going on aboard the ship or planetside, so this was somewhat news to him.:: Irene Mincine: "At least, inert in my biology. I don't know about anyone else's, because the computer archives are damaged. Not that it matters too much." Hakran K'hal: @+Miranda+ Yes, we have some growing in bio lab 2, they've worked up a relatively decent method of laying down a base mineral layer and then a layer of the Hortalites, which they've taken to calling them. Maryse Dubois: ::Walks into sickbay, with a tray. She stops by her office so Rhan and Irene can see.:: I managed to get a hold of some sandwiches. I hope PB & J works? Hunter Matheson: # :::::stops breathing to stop the smell coming from what looks like a squirrel/skunk combo::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hakran+ Thank you. We'll have a look. ::She gestured for Chocox to join her as she headed for the lift.:: Rhan K'hal: :: Irene :: Let's hope so. :: Maryse :: I'd eat Ensign Obee at this point, but then I'd have to start taking bridge shifts again. Hunter Matheson: # ::motions to go the other way::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: Issaha :: That's a good sign if they're ready to poke about the experimentals. So, how goes it? Hunter Matheson: # ::moving on::: Maryse Dubois: ::Sets a sandwich on the desk, away from the work.:: Well it's better than protein bars. ::Goes back and gives one to Irene.:: William Chocox: ::follows her into the lift:: Seems like it's a big science project. Irene Mincine: "The only thing I can think of is that it's a common method of sending covert messages in both the Klingon and Romulan empires." :: She takes the offered sandwich. :: "Thank you, Doc. Way better than protein bars." Hunter Matheson: # ::spots tracks... something big... not going there::: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> Only marginal. I still haven't been able to develop a plausible explanation for what caused the initial temporal disturbance, though I am leaning towards something of a paradox on that front. Perhaps created by our deflector trick to spread out the chronitons. Rhan K'hal: :: is in with Irene atm, so saves Maryse a little walk and chows the sandwich down :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Scanning the area :: Hakran K'hal: @ ::huffs out a sigh:: Damned Heisenberg. Hunter Matheson: # ::following a shallow stream::: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::sighs:: Though I am not sure how much that helps us in the long run. Also our Romulan friend has uh, well, he noticed my accent. So with your permission, I'd like my brow ridges back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If it happens to work. ::Sends the lift zooming to science.:: If it doesn't, it's just a failed experiment and we'll be grasping for something new. One of the reasons I never cared for Science. Swain would be elbows deep in it, if he could. I'd much happier with tangible things that I can fix immediately. Hakran K'hal: @ ::smirks:: Get caught talking to yourself again? It's fine with me, but it'd be the Captain's final call. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::smirks:: I tried to convince him that I learned it at the science academy but uh, my native accent isn't very widespread. Maryse Dubois: ::Nibbles on her own sandwich.:: Sadly, no milk. You'll just have to make due with water. William Chocox: True, but both departments need each other. We need them for new things to work with, and they need us to make sure that everything can actually work. Rhan K'hal: :: to both :: The nanite programming isn't going well. I think I'm going to have to go in small batches to do small trimming sessions, otherwise they start clipping the parts that need to stay there as well as the interlopers. Hunter Matheson: # :::hears bleating and stops to listen::: Irene Mincine: "I think he said something about turning me into a salamander." :: With a mouth full of sandwich. :: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> I'll run it past the Captain when I am shipboard again then. Hakran K'hal: @ :: shrugs :: We had to at least try, especially when we were where we should be, temporally. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I see. It would probably be safer that way. Cptn Swain: (( *jostles dice* that can be arranged, Irene )) Rhan K'hal: Newt. Maryse Dubois: ((haha)) Irene Mincine: (( nooooo )) Hakran K'hal: @ In any case, the teams are pretty much devouring the land area, we can at least make a decent home here until we can try shoving off. Indaura Ryssan: @ I could live here if we were not so out of time. Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "Uh, definitely do that way. The safer way. There's no undo button on gene therapy." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I guess that's the fun of it. ::She stepped out as the lift came to a halt and headed into the science lab, searching for their experimental minerals.:: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::frowns:: Has anyone talked to the Captain about that. Hakran K'hal: @ :: picks up an eel wrapped in sushi with some local grain :: Sushi? William Chocox: ::walks with her:: Always is. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::frowns:: No thank you. I had a ration bar before I came down. Hakran K'hal: BioLab2> :: every available surface is covered in glistening mineral and the dull ombre matte of the hortalites :: Hunter Matheson: # :::the spring cascades over a hill, the bleating gets louder, Kal crawls to the edge of the hill, prevailing wind is in his direction and he decides to take a shot::: Hakran K'hal: BioLab2> :: except for the biologists :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: offers to Indaura :: Hakran K'hal: @ I haven't, but I've been a tad bit busy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hortalite? That name is going to stick, isn't it? ::She grunted as she started her exploration with her tricorder.:: Hunter Matheson: # ::phaser stuns one on the edge of the herd, the others scatter, and Kal moves in to dispatch a fairly small sheep/goat/whatever::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks back at her genetics console. :: "As far as we can tell, I picked up the nanites on Risa. They must have shot me up with them when I was in that cell, but I have no idea why. That's... about all I know." William Chocox: The first one usually sticks. ::starts scanning as well:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Okay, I'll go see if I can get the nanites to disassemble the correct DNA sequences. :: stops, grins at Irene :: I may be able to avoid newting you, but you should think about a backup species. :: slips out :: Hunter Matheson: # ::after a while, the thing is gutted, knife is washed, and they hike back to base::: Maryse Dubois: You know, actually...Let me check some of my father's research files. There might be something in there we might be able to use to simplify things. Hunter Matheson: # ::entering the compound they move to the chow tent::: Hakran K'hal: @ I don't like our chances of a slingshot maneuver, to be honest. Since you're taking the time to think about time, you might want to consider some other options. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::Nods:: Perhaps I'll bring it up with him when I ask him about getting my brow ridges back. Irene Mincine: "Hey, whatever will increase my chances of *not* being a newt." :: Irene watches Rhan leave. Hunter Matheson: @ ::then decides to hunt up a doc or science officer to check it out::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured to one of the biologists and then to the growing samples.:: We're going to need to begin stress testing your largest samples. Heat, cold, tensile strength, you name it. Hakran K'hal: @ Oh, and no more bouncing balls on intraship calls. :: slips an ear sideways :: Irene's already grumpy as it is. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::sheepishly:: It was an experiment! Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> Boss said to have some ready. :: heads over to a large crate, taps it :: Various thicknesses and application techniques. Padds inside with all the info. William Chocox: It'll be a great science experiment. Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> We're still working on a few more, we'll send it down to your lab as soon as we have something new. Hakran K'hal: @ :: smirks :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: inhales :: William Chocox: Thank you. Rhan K'hal: :: settles back in Maryse's office :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters the science tent with his gutted animal::: Hey.. .anyone here? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes back to the tent of medical :: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::looks over as Hunter enters with a dead animal:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: turns to the flap, the Marine, and the dead animal :: Mr. Matheson? Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks:: Good things the majority of my family are geneticists. ::Goes to a secluded are, sitting at a computer terminal. She begins her search.:: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::smirks at Khal:: I am going to catch the next shuttle back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Excellent. ::Takes the data padd while Chocox gets the crate.:: Send one of your biologists down, as well. I want them to be able to view the tests we run in real time. Hunter Matheson: @ ::Holds it up:: Anyone available to tell me if this is edible? Hakran K'hal: @ I should call Dr. Dubois and have her give you crooked ridges. William Chocox: ::hefts the crate:: Whoa, this is a decent sized sample. Cptn Swain: ::Standing in the window of his quarters, looking out towards the looming gas giant. Contemplatively.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: Hunter :: In the absence of a biologist, I'd suggest trying medical. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, sir. ::nods and exits to medical::: Irene Mincine: "First one of those in my family." :: Irene goes back to her console. :: "What the hell is the puzzle here... there has to be *some* reason that they did it..." Hunter Matheson: @ :::trounces over to the med tent and enters with his catch... looks around::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shakes head :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::the sheep/goat/whatever animal is the size of a medium sized dog::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced sidelong at Will.:: You need the cart? Or can your engineering muscles handle it? Cptn Swain: ::to himself:: I suppose there are worse places we could be stranded. Hakran K'hal: @ I guess the marines shoot first, scan later. William Chocox: I've been hitting the hologym. I think I can handle it. Hunter Matheson: @ Well, sir... it's hard to scan when it's about to run. Hunter Matheson: @ Unless you got a long range scanner. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grinned to herself and headed out with the data padd in hand, walking back to the lift.:: Cptn Swain: Not exactly the order I thought I'd end up giving. Rhan K'hal: NOT THAT ONE YOU [redacted]! William Chocox: ::walks with her:: Rhan K'hal: :: in the back of his mind, makes a mental note to order Maryse a sound-proofed office if they get back to home time :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: sighs, goes back to his reports :: Rhan K'hal: AHA! :: a moment or two of much quieter mumbling follow :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmms after hearing Rhan's latest outbursts. :: "Breakthrough?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Enters the lift with Chocox and fast forwards them to the engineering lab.:: So, I suppose, first off is... how strong is this material? I want to know if we can use it as a structural element. Cptn Swain: ::He sighed again, still talking to himself:: We could head to Earth. This is 2282. They'd understand the temporal prime directive. The crew shouldn't have to spend the rest of their lives here, should they? Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent::: Hello...? Maryse Dubois: :;Just grins as Rhan shouts. She finds a couple of files, bookmarking them as she continues searching.:: Cptn Swain: But what kind of life would that be? They'd have to be separated. Their careers would be over. Rhan K'hal: :: bursts out of Maryse's office and back into Irene's room :: Here's your first round. You do realize that all the computer time I'm needing for this means someone down in the cargo bay is using an abacus. William Chocox: Also, whether or not it can sustain the heat. Hunter Matheson: @ ::shrugs, goes back to the chow tent to let the cooks figure it out::: Cptn Swain: Maybe it'd be better this way. At least here we'd all be together. Hunter Matheson: @ ::leaves it with them::: Irene Mincine: "If I turn into any kind of amphibian, I'm going to bite the hell out of your ankles..." :: Irene looked expectantly at Maryse. :: "Doc?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, the stresses of space, as well. I want you to work on getting some of this onto a probe so we can test it in the actual environment. Rhan K'hal: Fair enough. William Chocox: Got it. Cptn Swain: I shouldn't give up. They're a brilliant crew. We'll figure something out. Hakran K'hal: @Cook> :: pulls out a tricorder, scans it, looks over the results, and plots what kind of seasoning to put on it :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes to put one of her samples under the spectrometer :: Maryse Dubois: ::Walks over to Irene's room.:: Oh have a batch ready? Cptn Swain: ::He was apparently recording a log:: You know, I never took the Kobayashi Maru test. I never planned on being in command. I just wanted to stay in the lab. Why did I ever let them talk me into the center seat? Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Once I was able to focus them onto something more simple it was a lot easier. I ran 300 simulations, she only turned into a newt in one. Rhan K'hal: :: ears perked up in humor :: Cptn Swain: (( Left unsaid was what she turned into in the other 300 )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "And the other 299?" Irene Mincine: (( aw, beaten) Rhan K'hal: (( I leave that to the dice )) Indaura Ryssan: @ Hmm, tasty Rhan K'hal: I think #146 you turned into Issaha. Not sure how the hell that happened, but I suppose anything's possible. Cptn Swain: The unwinnable scenario. ::He shook his head and sat back down at his desk:: I always thought that was a strange test, but I see now why they make cadets take it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "Whatever. I'll take the risk." Maryse Dubois: ::Scans the nanite tube.:: These should work. ::Looks to Irene.:: Are you ready for this? Irene Mincine: :: Nods to Maryse. :: "Yeah." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We also need to see what it would do in structural scenarios. Ideas on that one? Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING ))) William Chocox: Build scale models? Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> :: starts a new batch down in the biolab, this time playing Mozart for a new group of hortalites as they're embedded into their ore sheet :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::back at his tent, he sorts out his ruck::: Cptn Swain: No, we're not dead yet. Maryse Dubois: ::Takes an empty hypo and affixes the nanite tube to it. She then takes out a 2nd hypo full of a mixture of hers. Looking to Irene once more, she injects the mixture first and then the nanites.:: This will take some time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes, that would be good for a start. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, sitting there stone-faced while Maryse injects her. :: "All right." Cptn Swain: ...and... William Chocox: Start with basic triangles and such. Put progressively heavier things on them. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Assuming she doesn't start slithering around the floor trying to bite my ankles, I'll need a fully updated genetic scan before I can program round two. This is turning out to be tricky, her DNA profile is like gumbo, you never know what bits you'll get with each spoonful. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0331.2019 Excalibur continues make repairs in orbit of Sarras. Most of the crew has been given freedom to explore the planet. Science teams continue their survey efforts while a few other teams continue working on efforts to return us to our correct time.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is still in orbit of Sarras where repairs to key systems continue. Science has uncovered an unusual mineral that may be of some assistance in that. The planet is lush, verdant and providing people a much needed respite. So far, we remain alone. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: walks into Irene's conclave :: Brought you a present. Maryse Dubois: ::In Sickbay, looking over a data scan.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: On the planet surface :L:L Hakran K'hal: :: plops down a padd with all the data on the stone creatures, as well as a sealed container with a sample of them and their ore dindin :: Irene Mincine: "Oh?" :: Irene's hunched over a table in her sickbay room. A centrifuge full of test tubes is spinning away. :: William Chocox: ::is suiting up for a space walk with Commander Hawthorne:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking his gear:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks around :: They let you have more stuff. Rhan K'hal: @ :: sitting with his feet up on a crate inside the now completed HQ shelter, which is one tiny room with a bunch of portable equipment, but still :: Cptn Swain: @::At the base camp, drinking tea.:: Irene Mincine: "It's a full genetics lab now." :: The room is full of fancy high-tech equipment. It wouldn't look out of place in the science labs. :: "Since we need to identify what the hell is up with my DNA..." :: She looks over the padd. :: "What's this? Something you found on the planet?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::There was a soft hiss as her helmet engaged and Miranda looked down to check the status of her suit. With all readings green, she moved to the control panel and closed the bulkhead door.:: Ready, Chocox? William Chocox: ::double checks his own suit status:: Yes ma'am. Hakran K'hal: Mmhmm. Rock munchers. They ah... defecate a very hard mineral we're working on trying to use as a repair material. We still need to figure out the best way to seed the little fellows to do that though, and you're our most out-of-the-box thinking biologist. Indaura Ryssan: @ Is the medical facility up to your standards? :: to Rhan :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::stows it and wanders toward the Cassiopeia to check its status and adjust a few things:: Rhan K'hal: @ If you can triage, yes. I'm not expecting Starfleet Medical v2. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking behind Hakran.:: Lovely... ::Looking to Irene, holding a PADD.:: I found something. Hakran K'hal: :: inclines head to Maryse :: We're going to need to knock out a wall in here at this rate, Doctor. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs.:: I've been wanting to redecorate anyways. Irene Mincine: "Oh, you want me to figure out how to make them poop starship hull?" :: Irene hrmed when Maryse came in as well. :: "Oh? I'm only one biologist, you all know." Hunter Matheson: @ ::checking the exterior for damage::: Cptn Swain: @ ::Part of him wondered if this what Kyraneth had looked like when it was first settled. Perhaps he could find a nice wooded area to build home in.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright. Hold tight. +Bridge+ Hawthorne to bridge. Decompressing junction three for EVA. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: We know how they poop the mineral, we just need to figure out how to get them to do it evenly and not in large, Semek-buttock-impaling chunks. Maryse Dubois: Well I at least know what changed your DNA, or at least what started it. William Chocox: ::holds on tight:: Hakran K'hal: :: ears perk up :: I'd be interested in hearing that, Doctor, if it's not limited by physician-patient confidentiality. Irene Mincine: "I'll see what I can do, lieutenant." :: Irene was very interested in what Maryse had to say now. :: "Well, go on!" Hunter Matheson: @ ::only some scoring - not bad - nothing out of the ordinary::: Rhan K'hal: @ But from what I can tell, Doc, you've done the best you can with the materials and help available. At least once the Marines came down they proved better at installing level floors. Maryse Dubois: It was nanites. A small batch for one specific job I wager. I found remains when I took a tissue sample. Seems they had one job, and self destructed after. Cptn Swain: @ ::Of course that was something he wasn't going to say openly. The crew needed to see a projection of confidence that they could get back to their proper timeline. But he wasn't sure. The particular star they were orbiting had a complicated gravity field. It wouldn't be a problem unless you were trying to make extremely precise calculations for a slingshot maneuver to hurl you 100 years into the future, and that you were doing so with a busted ship and computer. If you were, well that was a problem then. He took another drink of tea.:: Maryse Dubois: Why someone would do that, I still don't know. William Chocox: I love this part of my duties. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She typed in her command and the chamber slowly decompressed, leaving them weightless. The outer door slid open, leaving nothing between them and the view of the planet below. Miranda pushed off the wall and flew gracefully to the portal, grabbed the bar and used the momentum to swing herself about. A touch engaged her mag boots, sticking her upright to the hull.:: Yea... I think this makes up for all the squeezing into small spaces. Hakran K'hal: #Semek> :: his buttocks whole, tyvm, is in eva gear in the land of shooting mineral poo taking samples and recording data for everyone and their brother - literally in this case as both K'hals had expressed interest :: Maryse Dubois: But...I'm in the process of theorizing a way to try and correct it. Irene Mincine: "What?" :: That's certainly not what she expected to hear. :: "How did you figure that out if they self-destructed? And who would do that to me!" Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Checking more supplies :: Hakran K'hal: :: ears twist in confusion , though Irene's outburst pre-empted his own nearly identical exclamation and questions :: Maryse Dubois: I've seen nanite tampering before. In person, and in medical files. I've just never seen it to this extreme. Hunter Matheson: @ ::mental calculations on how long the shuttle will last without major repairs and he figures that with the proper management it could last a while... but what's a while?:::: William Chocox: ::touches down next to her on the hull:: Few people get a view like this. Maryse Dubois: And I have no idea who would do this. I can't see that picture clearly. Doesn't really make much sense. Irene Mincine: "I want to know who's responsible so I can rip their head off!" :: Irene tried to calm herself down, without much success. She tapped her com badge. :: "Irene to Issaha. Come to my sickbay room." Maryse Dubois: ::Hands the PADD to Hakran.:: My idea is to use our own nanites to fix the damage. Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters to check interior::: Maryse Dubois: I'll need our best programmer for this job. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ I am in the middle of something, what's up. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. :: looks it over :: You'll want Rhan, then. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tethered her repair kit to her suit, leaving it floating behind her as she turned. Her eyes slid past the brilliance of the planet's surface to the blackness of space and the multitude of stars between them and this era's version of Earth.:: You ever get spacesick, Chocox? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the science lab, playing with a ball -- but he wasn't going to tell her that. She sounded mad.:: Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Maryse Dubois: ((Is it one of Hakran's?)) William Chocox: I try not to. It has happened a couple times though. Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "Nanites! That's what's up. Someone shot me up with nanites, that's what caused this." :: Irene scowled... which could be heard over the com system. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Beginning her walk toward the damaged nacelle, she took another glance at the planet.:: William Chocox: ::follows her:: Hunter Matheson: @ :::checking the power source, mentally calculating its life::: Hakran K'hal: I suppose it's time to swap Caits. I'll have him up here asap. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Concentrate on your work, Irene. You can't solve a mystery without clues, so you might as well keep yourself busy. Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Ah. Well, as unethical as that sounds I am not sure that particularly helps us. ::continues tossing the ball while the computer slowly churned in the background.:: You know, my commanding officer on my first ship had a run in with some nanites once. They gave her a laser eye. Hakran K'hal: :: gives the irate biologist a pat on the shoulder and the Doctor a nod before exiting stage right :: Maryse Dubois: Bring me back a souvenir...just not a poop rock... Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ Or was it the nanites that fixed the laser eye and gave her her hand back. ::Tossing the ball:; It must have been that. Hunter Matheson: @ ::emergency kits, suits, the whole nine yards::: Hakran K'hal: :: calls his brother, explains the basics :: Rhan K'hal: +Hunter+ Rhan to Matheson, I need a lift. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ They charged a mint for that. I suppose your nanites did cause you to unstick from time. Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "I'd prefer a laser eye to whatever's going on with me!" :: Hak's words weren't able to penetrate her current emotional state. :: +Issaha+ "Dr. Dubois has an idea of fixing it at least." Hakran K'hal: :: heads to the shuttle bay to wait :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tossing the ball:: +Irene+ Anyway, as fascinating as this all sounds I am not sure what I can do for you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::As they reached one of the damaged sections of the hull, she pulled out her tricorder to scan.:: Looks like we've got damage to the structural components, not just the exterior. That's going to take some work. Hunter Matheson: @ +Rhan+ Yes, sir. Shuttle is ready. Your position? Rhan K'hal: @ :: exits the HQ shelter and meanders over to Swain's little outdoor retreat :: Captain, sorry to bother you but I'm needed shipside. You want me to toss the command ball down here to Augustin? Cptn Swain: @::Finishing his tea:: I should be able to handle things for a bit. Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "You telling me that your expertise doesn't extend to nanotechnology?" :: An alarm went off somewhere in the room showing that her blood pressure was well above normal. :: "Doctor, I didn't know yours did, either." William Chocox: ::crouches down:: Well, then it's a good thing that we have the best and third best engineers in Starfleet here to fix it. Rhan K'hal: @ :: nods :: Okeydokey! Rhan K'hal: @ +Hunter + HQ, I'll be at the shuttle landing area by the time you get here. Cptn Swain: @ Issaha's running a simulation on something so the computer's more or less occupied for what I need to do and if look at space-time equations much longer I might go mad. Hunter Matheson: @ :::secures the hatch, slips into the pilot seat and powers up, setting it at minimal power::: +Copy that+ Cptn Swain: @ ::straightens his uniform and heads towards the HQ:: Rhan K'hal: @ :: parts way with Swain and heads for the landing area :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::slow liftoff, careful to watch power consumption, easy turn toward shuttle landing area::: Hakran K'hal: :: reads through the padd in more detail while he waits for Rhan to arrive :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::notes that the atmospheric pull is a little less than earth as he literally floats toward the landing::: Rhan K'hal: @ :: arrives, looks skyward as Hunter descends :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ I mean I know a little, but I am going to be honest with you -- I am fairly certain getting us back to our normal time period might be more important than figuring out your uh... nanoissues. Hunter Matheson: @ :::slow descent... easy landing... pops the hatch::: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to her office. She steps up to a small panel, inputting a code. A small section of the wall opens to reveal a secure vault.:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: eases her way out of the lab before there's even louder shouting :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ Though if we can't, then absolutely will see what I can do with your uh... nanothings. Hunter Matheson: @ ::cuts the power::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tossing the ball:: Rhan K'hal: @ :: hops in :: Quick ship run, Gunny. I'm going up, Hak's coming down. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled in her suit.:: Yea, something like that. ::Deactivating her boots, she pushed off and sailed across a gap to another section of the hull, engaging her boots to touch down and secure herself.:: I'm thinking we may be able to salvage most of this, though, and use it to fabric new parts. Maryse Dubois: ::She opens the vault, grabs a small case. She pulls a small vial from the case, and puts it back in the vault. After closing everything up, she leaves her office with the vial.:: Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "Yes. Yes, you're right. That's more important." :: Her blood pressure lowered, slowly. :: +Issaha+ "But if this happened to me when we got sent *back* here, what happens when we go *forward* again? Am I going to become my own grandma?" :: She notices Maryse disappear into her office. :: "What's that?" Hunter Matheson: @ ::meets him at the hatch:: Need help with anything, sir? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Working on the surface :: Rhan K'hal: @ :: hops in :: Quick ship run, Gunny. I'm going up, Hak's coming down. :: slithers around Hunter to the 2nd seat :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::corrects to:: To Excalibur aye. ::secures the hatch::: Maryse Dubois: ::Holds up the vial, which appears to just be a clear solution.:: Medical nanites. I can't have these things in our basic storage room. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tossing the ball:: Hakran K'hal: #Semek> :: gets pummeled in another hydrothermal venting, which thanks to the eva suit doesn't put any holes in him, but does crack his faceshield - exhales a small puff of air in the Vulcan equivalent to a temper tantrum :: William Chocox: I do believe that is the first bit of good news that we've had so far. Indaura Ryssan: (bah, chatroom malfunction) Hunter Matheson: @ How quick do you need it, sir? :::slips into the pilot seat::: Trying to conserve power but I'll get you there. Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "I can hear that, you know." :: She looks over the vial... :: "I... those can't be standard issue." Rhan K'hal: @ It's not an emergency, so use the planet to your advantage. Hak's probably reading while he's waiting anyway. Maryse Dubois: Well technically they are just blanks at the moment. They need input. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Irene+ ::Holds onto the ball:: I am running an important experiment. Hunter Matheson: @ Aye, sir. :::powers up to a slow liftoff and turn, using the planet's gravity to advantage::: Irene Mincine: +Issaha+ "Then get back to it, hmm?" :: She stopped the centrifuge on the table in front of her. :: "What kind of input?" Hunter Matheson: @ Strap in, Sir. Clouds on the horizon.... Hakran K'hal: #Semek> :: returns with his samples to his buddy-system security and pilot who were waiting well out of the line of fire :: Let us return to the camp. Cptn Swain: @ ::Asher settled into the HQ infostation and began looking over reports from the various teams exploring the planet, as well as from the fighter patrols.:: Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Shuttle Cassiopeia on approach in five. Rhan K'hal: @ :: straps in as requested :: Indaura Ryssan: @ Now I just wait for something I hope does not come. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::he glances to the ball.:: I hope this isn't Hakran's. ::now wondering if he needed to wash his hands.::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So, looks like we're going to need to get some logistics going on the equipment needed to cut away and harvest what we can, shore up what just needs a little TLC, and how much is going to need to be replaced entirely. ::She pursed her lips.:: Let's start getting detailed scans of this area. Rhan K'hal: Ramirez> +Hunter+ FlOps confirms, steer clear of the damaged nacelle, they're space walking. Maryse Dubois: Well they need to be told what to do, so I'm waiting on Rhan to get here to help program them. Rhan K'hal: (( I finally gave up and made a spreadsheet to keep track of my NPCs )) Hunter Matheson: @ ::moving up easily:: +Flight Ops+ Steer clear of the damaged nacelle, aye. William Chocox: Yeah, I'll get started on that. ::pulls out a tricorder and starts scanning:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Some CGI shots of the shuttle on approach, with details of people in EVA suits doing repairs. Hunter Matheson: @ ::exits the gravity well then enters the upper atmo toward Excal::: Hakran K'hal: :: makes some notations from his own expertise :: Irene Mincine: "And you'll program them to... remove the foreign DNA?" :: Irene hrms. :: "Do we even know what that DNA is for, yet?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stopped scanning to have a look at the planet again and incoming shuttle.:: Chocox, have a look. Don't get to see this too often... Hunter Matheson: @ Oh, man... sure wouldn't like that job. ::scoots carefully around them and enters the landing corridor::: +Flight OPS+ Inbound. Landing in two. Rhan K'hal: Ramirez> +Hunter+ Acknowledged, Cassiopeia. Cptn Swain: ACTION> We even got a special score for this episode that will appear on the compilation album. Rhan K'hal: @ I copy that, Gunny. William Chocox: ::looks up:: Oh wow. Rhan K'hal: @ Don't bother powering down, you won't be down long enough for the field strobe to stop flashing. Maryse Dubois: Do you want to wait to find out, or would you like to get out of that bubble? Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods to Rhan:: Aye, sir +flight OPS, Cassiopeia+ On final approach. Hakran K'hal: :: notes the shuttle approaching through the view into space, tucks the padd under his arm and waits over in the quick-load area :: Irene Mincine: "I want out of the bubble!" Cptn Swain: (( Maryse doing her best Ursula impersonation: "Life's full of tough choices, iddn't it?" )) Hunter Matheson: :::settles down in the bay::: Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Going to idle, sir. ::pops the hatch:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With the shuttle tucked into the ship, Miranda turned to continue scanning, testing specific areas of the hull as she moved.:: Rhan K'hal: Nice flight, Gunny. Catch you later. :: unbuckles, pops the hatch and pops out, taking the padd from Hunter as they swap :: Maryse Dubois: ((hehe)) Hakran K'hal: :: closes the hatch :: Back down to the planet base camp, Mr. Matheson. :: sits behind :: Cptn Swain: @ ::Lifts a brow at one of the reports from a science team about finding fruits with 'interesting' properties, and makes a note to have the science K'hal keep an eye on them.:: William Chocox: ::goes back to scanning:: I love my job. Rhan K'hal: :: reads through the padd as he grabs a lift up to the medical deck :: Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: You got it, sir. Strap in. Storms on the horizon at the landing zone. ::powers up::: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, does so absent-mindedly :: Hunter Matheson: +Flight Ops+ Cassiopeia departing to planetside. Hunter Matheson: ::figures there's no other shuttle in the corridor::: Rhan K'hal: Ramirez> +Cassiopeia+ Safe travels, you're clear. Hunter Matheson: :::slow liftoff, floats out::: +FOPs+ Copy that. Rhan K'hal: :: pops out of the lift and jogs into sickbay, makes his way to Casa Irene :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::glances over at the computer readout:: Lloann'an et'rehs are always broken. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: There he is. Irene Mincine: "Oh, good, you're here." :: as Rhan arrives! :: "We've got... uh... well, we think we can get me out of this bubble." Hunter Matheson: @ :::floats her down to the well and allows the planet to take over much of the pull::: Maryse Dubois: ::Holding the vial.:: I take it your brother briefed you? Hunter Matheson: @ ::Hakran:: Shuttle landing area, sir? Hunter Matheson: @ ::tap...tap.. shift, taking control away from the planet::: Rhan K'hal: :: flaps the padd in front of him :: Family shorthand comes in handy. Though I'd like to verify your plan of attack before I start pecking away at the programming. Hakran K'hal: @ Yes. I need to check in with all my teams. Cptn Swain: tr'Ehrik> ::in Romulan:: You speak pretty good Rihannsu, for a yy'a io. Maryse Dubois: ::Hand him her own PADD.:: Here's the finer details of the routines they will need. Hakran K'hal: @ You don't realize how much you take transporters for granted until you can't use them. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns, he hadn't heard the *other* Romulan walk in.:: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Maryse Dubois: Basically we need the little bugs to reset her DNA. Rhan K'hal: :: takes, examines closely :: Oh, is that all. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::In Romulan:: I found it valuable to learn, during the war. Hunter Matheson: @ Aye, sir. ::turns toward the LZ::: You got that right, sir. ::checks the area for anyone or anything that might be on planet and get smooshed::: Irene Mincine: "Is that *all*... like you're flipping some switches in Engineering..." Hunter Matheson: @ Coming in... :::slow descent, allowing the shuttle to float down::: Rhan K'hal: Let's say for a computer expert I have some... learned expertise in genetic engineering. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal FOPs+ Shuttle Cassiopeia, wheels down on planet. Rhan K'hal: :: thinking back to his experience on that bloody Scorpiad ship "factory" Cptn Swain: ACTION> Planetside, several of the ARGO shuttles are touching down near the main LZ as Hunter approaches. Rhan K'hal: Ramirez> +Hunter+ Acknowledged. Cptn Swain: (( LOL was that also the time we were rescued by the Al-Ucard and they shaved you? )) Hunter Matheson: @ ::pops the hatch:: There you go, sir. Thank you for flying Cassiopeia Shuttle Lines. Have a great day. Rhan K'hal: (( yes )) Maryse Dubois: ((haha)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (test) Hakran K'hal: @ Looks like the teams are all popping home for lunch. Maryse Dubois: ((And Hunter was gooed)) Hunter Matheson: (yeah) Hakran K'hal: @ I hope someone has the traffic lights hooked up. Cptn Swain: (( I had forgot about them shaving the cat )) Rhan K'hal: Okay, this isn't going to be fast. They may be tiny but they're a bitch because of that. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "How long, do you think?" Cptn Swain: ..and... Rhan K'hal: When it's done. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: But you're still the fastest at it. Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: You're damn right. Anyone else and we'd need the extra 100 years we have. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: @ :::checking power consumption::: Cptn Swain: (( We could dice roll for that! )) Hunter Matheson: @ :::mental calculation:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0324.2019 Excalibur is still in orbit of Sarras where repairs to key systems continue. Science has uncovered an unusual mineral that may be of some assistance in that. The planet is lush, verdant and providing people a much needed respite. So far, we remain alone.

SD 0317.2019 The Excalibur remains, so far, undetected in unclaimed space orbiting the planet Sarras in the year 2282. Extensive repairs are underway to the damaged systems, while science teams explore the planet. A base camp is under construction to allow crew to lessen the load on the ships systems and extend rations.

SD 0310.2019 When we last left off our lost in time crew, they had arrived in orbit of out of way planet in unclaimed space that had been named Sarras -- one of the possible resting places of the holy grail -- to make repairs, get some rest, and hopefully restore supplies while a long term plan for our return to the proper time is hatched out. A team from Excalibur has landed on an M-class moon in orbit of a gas giant and has started to explore.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur remains, so far, undetected in unclaimed space orbiting the planet Sarras in the year 2282. Extensive repairs are underway to the damaged systems, while science teams explore the planet. A base camp is under construction to allow crew to lessen the load on the ships systems and extend rations. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: $ :: today's science field trip is checking out mineral resources in one of the few mountainous areas of the planet :: Rhan K'hal: @ :: at the under construction base camp, overseeing :: Hunter Matheson: $ ::doing his thing, following orders::: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::still babysitting the science officers:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on Excalibur in her usual medbay room, sending points of interest to the field teams. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::On his way to see Irene:: Hakran K'hal: $ Let's see if we can find a spot big enough for the shuttle to set down and that won't require mad mountain climbing skills. I'm felinoid, not a goat. William Chocox: ::keeps repairing the ship:: Hunter Matheson: $ ::visual area check:: Cptn Swain: ::In the science lab, looking at the solar data, hmming:: Hakran K'hal: $ :: scrolls through the orbital data :: Set heading 245° and proceed for 1.2 km, Mr. Matheson. Maryse Dubois: ((hiya)) Rhan K'hal: (( glad you made it! )) Hunter Matheson: $ Well, sir... there's an area a few clicks up that looks like rocks. That work? Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Doc!) Hakran K'hal: $ That is generally where I'm directing you, Mr. Matheson. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Sending topographic scan data." :: Irene's focused on her task, surrounded by computer consoles. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay :: Hunter Matheson: $ Copy that. ::checks gauges:: Going to give it a sweep and you tell me the best place to land, sir. William Chocox: +Bridge+ How is everything up there guys? Rhan K'hal: @ HEY! Does that pole have a C on it? No it doesn't, it has an F on it. Unless you want to sleep underneath a broken shelter, I'd suggest you pay more attention to what you're grabbing and where you're putting it. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, total distraction here, K'hal. Missed the coords) Rhan K'hal: Ens. Sherman> +Will+ I don't believe anything else has broken, sir. Hunter Matheson: $ Setting heading to 245, proceeding now .54 km. Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping into sickbay, finding Indaura.:: William Chocox: +Ens. Sherman+ That's not a given. Thanks guys. Indaura Ryssan: :: smiles :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: looks over the topo data from Irene while giving the area his eyeballs :: Hunter Matheson: $ And... hovering over designated area. Looking good sir? Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over records :: Hakran K'hal: $ This looks like a good spot, though a tad bit uneven. This model does have the extendable auto-level legs, so shouldn't be too bad. Take us down gently. Maryse Dubois: So we need someone to help with setting up a medical tent for the surface basecamp. Since you and I are the most qualified, it falls to one of us. Hunter Matheson: $ Taking us down gently, aye. :::slow decent::: Rhan K'hal: @ :: speed reading through padds, moving them from one pile to the other in the high-tech lean-to he's using as an office :: Maryse Dubois: Want to volunteer, or do we flip coins for it? Hunter Matheson: $ :::one side sets, the other side compensates::: Indaura Ryssan: I will go if you need me Doctor, unless you want some fresh air. Irene Mincine: :: Irene yells out of her room. :: "I'll go!" Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the medbay room:: Hakran K'hal: $ Excellent. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ensign I don't think it would be advisable for you to leave the confines of your force field. Hakran K'hal: $ :: hops up and pops the hatch, extends the ramp :: Hunter Matheson: $ We're stable. Cutting power. Hunter Matheson: $ Setting to hot standby. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks back at Irene.:: Not unless you can magically stop time shifting. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::double checking her phaser rifle charge:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grumbles. :: "None of you are any fun. What's up, Issaha?" Hakran K'hal: $ Okay group, we're looking for metals and minerals on the shopping lists. If you find it, take a small sample so we can check for purity. Also, if the rock giants start throwing boulders, remember to duck. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts a brow:: I came to check in on you. Maryse Dubois: ::Notes Issaha's arrival, then turns to Indaura.:: I'll leave the decision to you if you want to go. Indaura Ryssan: I'll go. Hunter Matheson: $ Copy that, sir. ::slight grin:: Rhan K'hal: @ :: looks up, groans, stomps out and over to the group of security officers trying to set up the medical shelter :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, handing her a PADD.:: Gear is already on the way. Those are the coordinates. Rhan is waiting for you down there. Rhan K'hal: @ OY! Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::flips open tricorder:: Hunter Matheson: $ ::grabs his gear, adjust, checking all exits::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets her things together and heads out :: I'll get you a souvenir. Irene Mincine: "Oh, I'm doing fine. Have you figured out how to turn that thing into a backpack yet?" :: Irene gestures to the time stabilizer in the corner. Tricorder readings are about the same as they've been for the past few days. :: Rhan K'hal: @ If you get a boo-boo would you like the floor to be tilted on a :: tilts head :: nearly 7° angle while you try not to slide off a cot while the Doctor grabs the stubble on top of your head for balance? LEVEL IT BEFORE YOU SECURE IT! Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am afraid we don't have the budget for that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smiles:: Or the manpower. William Chocox: ::swaps out a variety of nodes, switches, and cabling:: Hakran K'hal: $ :: hops nimbly down the ramp, does a 360° scan with his tricorder :: Semek, Gilmarn. :: points one way :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::continues to scan her:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the transporter room :: Here are my coordinates. Hakran K'hal: $ Thurman, d'Yau :: points another way :: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns having preferred to be the first one out of the shuttle:: Hakran K'hal: $ Security, pick your groups. Hunter Matheson: $ All ashore that's going ashore? ::checks the area, closes the hatch::: Hakran K'hal: $ Mr. Matheson, with me. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns... :: "I figured. So what's that thing telling you?" Hunter Matheson: $ With you, Aye. Hakran K'hal: $ :: shoves a sample collection bag at Hunter :: Hunter Matheson: $ ::grab:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> That you are in fact half-Klingon. Hakran K'hal: $ :: bounds off toward a rocky incline - his goat comment not withstanding is having no trouble with the uneven terrain :: Hunter Matheson: $ ::Mutters:: Huh... looks like the grab and go bags from the mess. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks at the sass.:: Rhan K'hal: @ :: stomps back to the tent :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Beams down to the planet :: Indaura Ryssan: @ Someone order a medical tent? Rhan K'hal: @ :: sees a shimmer out of the corner of his eye, sees Indaura :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Now that's interesting. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::walks over and gets a medical tricorder:: Rhan K'hal: @ It's... in progress. :: points to the uneven base that the security people are trying to level :: Hunter Matheson: $ :::shouldering his phaser rifle, he begins a slow rock sweep::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs. :: "What's interesting, that I'm half-Klingon? I'm not a medical study diagram. Unless I'm about to drop dead, put that tricorder away." Rhan K'hal: @ But it's nice to have someone who can treat concussions on hand in case I have to start whacking people over the head with my PADD. Indaura Ryssan: @ First off, are there any medical issues I need to tend? Hunter Matheson: $ ::behind the boss, that is::: Indaura Ryssan: @ Would that not damage the PADD? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arches his eye brow higher:: Rhan K'hal: @ An off-the-shelf model, yes. But not my baby, it's reinforced. :: strokes it lovingly :: There are some scrapes and bruises here and there. We don't exactly have the A-Team down here for doing construction. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::continuing to wonder how she got this assignment. She still felt strange on this planet.:: William Chocox: ::waves a random ensign over:: I need these parts distributed in groups of three down this entire road. Irene Mincine: "What?" :: Irene wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or nervous. :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: stops at an outcrop with a particularly unfortunate shade of green rock :: Maryse Dubois: ::Watching Issaha with interest now.:: Hakran K'hal: $ :: scans :: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks puzzled :: Just how long are we expecting to remain? Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots a twinkling something just above their area and climbs up to it::: Rhan K'hal: @ As long as it takes to fix the ship, restock, and prepare for a slingshot maneuver. And if that fails... 100 years. Hakran K'hal: $ :: takes a sample, turns to hand it to Hunter, has no one behind him :: Matheson! Bag! Hunter Matheson: $ :::turns:: Sir! ::grabs it, makes note, bags it::: Hakran K'hal: $ :: moves on :: Hunter Matheson: $ :::tags with coordinates, including altitude and puts it with his sample the same way::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I've been cross referencing your DNA from previous transport records to compare changes between from before we moved through time and from after. Hakran K'hal: $ :: goes through, takes more samples :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Also trying to see why you became "unstuck" in time and the ship did not. Hunter Matheson: $ :::tags and bags:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Maryse/Irene:: May I take a tissue sample? Indaura Ryssan: (bah, all things stopped) Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::On a Romulan ship, he would have already done that. Actually, on the Talon, t'Ksa may have already dissected Irene.:: Irene Mincine: :: As much as she didn't like Issaha, she had to admit he *was* an expert in this field and she wasn't. She shrugged approval. :: "Uh... go ahead. You're starting to worry me now." Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> :: finds a nice outcrop of ore that, once refined, can be used in conjunction with other materials to make duranium alloy :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: hears a rumbling that would be subsonic to humans, stops and puts a paw up :: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::goes on further alert, raises her phase riffle:: Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots a whole lot of twinkly things one level above::: Sir... a couple meters up is a strata loaded with twinkles. Not sure what they... :::stops::: Hakran K'hal: $ +Excal Science+ Hyrdrothermic data for my location? Cptn Swain: ::wheels over and taps the comm:: +K'hal+ Raised pressure, looks like there's some movement below you in one of the hydrothermal vents. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Starts setting up a remote medical station :: \ Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::activates the tissue sampler magic thing because this is the 24th century, not the dark ages:: Hunter Matheson: $ ::listening::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha.:: If you can do it safely Hunter Matheson: $ ::checks the area on reflex::: Hakran K'hal: $ +Swain+ That's what I was :: interrupted by the sound of a hundred fire hoses being turned on in unison, as the sparkly things that so interested Hunter shoot out at about 160 km/h, followed by powerful streams of water :: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Stand by." :: Irene began a detailed hydrothermal scan of the area while Issaha did his thing. :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: oh, and it's steaming, boiling hot :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: sensibly ducks and covers :: Hunter Matheson: $ Damn... :::drop and cover::: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gets out her tricorder and begins to scan Rhan :: Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> :: gets one of the sparklies in the ass off a rebound :: Hunter Matheson: $ ::rolls down the slope, away from the steam:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and activates a drop down view screen so both Irene and Maryse can see:: As you see, here is Ensign Mincine's DNA... this is from her last transport on the planet with no real water. Whatever it was called. Rhan K'hal: @ :: quirks an ear :: You'll find my blood pressure elevated, I know that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Brings up another scan:: Here is it now. They look alike, right? At least to most scans. Hakran K'hal: $ :: as quickly as the geyser starts it drops off to a trickle, and some sort of moss or algae around the holes starts rapidly growing to cover them :: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns:: Hunter Matheson: $ ::pounded by a few sparklies himself:: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Transmitting scan results. Let me know if I can be of assistance." :: She looks back to Issaha's screen with a geneticist's eye. :: "What am I looking at in particular?" Hakran K'hal: $ +$ci+ Report in. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::mumbles some jumble as he manipulates the images:: I wanted to see what your condition was doing to your DNA. If anything. Indaura Ryssan: @ You seem fine, just making sure this is working correctly. William Chocox: ::starts moving down the line as the Ensign puts them out:: Hunter Matheson: $ ::lets out a breath and looks up just in time to see the algae growing::: Indaura Ryssan: @ Given that, are you feeling alright? Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: Hmm. :: "Actually, I don't know what I see, but I don't think it's good." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Again, it's curious that you became unstuck in time and the rest of the ship didn't. So ::more manipulating:: I noticed that your half-Klingon DNA remained completely unchanged. Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> +Hak+ Semek here. I seem to have some sort of organic mineral embedded in my posterior. :: said with typical Vulcan detachment, then looks around :: No other serious injuries in this group that I can visually assess. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::more extremely expensive CGI:: The parts of your DNA that come from your human line though... that's a different story. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's almost undetectable. Hunter Matheson: $:::and the minor burns on his arm 'cause the uniform just doesn't come in firehose quality::: Irene Mincine: :: Reaction shot to save budget. Irene looks astonished. :: "I see what you mean now." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::more expensive CGI, we totally could have afforded a back pack:: Here, here and here. See these changes? Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over the readings.:: He's right. Rhan K'hal: @ Oh, I'm dandy. Fresh air, some water with a nice mineral taste, a bunch of useless lumps banging sticks together trying to build things. Indaura Ryssan: @ So a day at the office? Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, looking pretty worried now... :: "Definitely not good for the ol' genome." Hakran K'hal: $ +$ci+ Back to the shuttle, while this area will need more study, I think coming back with body armor would be wise. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I wondered if maybe it was something to do with your hybrid genetic structure. BUt we have other hybrids aboard and they didn't experience anything. Rhan K'hal: @ Absofrigginlutely, Doc. Irene Mincine: "Right... so why is this affecting me and not the other humans on board?" Cptn Swain: Issaha> There was a chance it was something about your specific hybridization that caused it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> But.... Hunter Matheson: $ :::slowly comes to a stand, checking the rest of his body and the bag, turns toward the shuttle::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brings up two more DNA scans:: Here is the one I mentioned earlier. Indaura Ryssan: @ The mineral water taste is concerning.. I need to get a sample. Cptn Swain: Issaha> And here is one from before your trip to Risa. Cptn Swain: Issaha> There is a small, almost imperceptible, alteration on those same three DNA changes from the pre-Risa scan, to your most recent. Hunter Matheson: $ :::drops the hatch, stashes the rocks, does the gear thing, and slips behind the controls to power up::: Rhan K'hal: @ Hak scanned it when they did the survey, all perfectly safe. We could filter it out completely along with the other less desirable things, but the consensus was to leave it. Tastes more "natural" than shipboard water. Cptn Swain: Issaha> As if someone had cross-grafted something into your DNA. Rhan K'hal: @ But yes, we are filtering out the less desirable things. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked pretty puzzled now. She's completely ignoring the console and ground mission. :: "What? How would that have even happened?" Hunter Matheson: $ (dang.. brb) Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nods :: I need some tea though. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shrugs:: Hakran K'hal: $ +Swain+ We've had a bit of an incident, Captain. We appear to be intact, with some... additions. :: climbs into the shuttle :: We'll be returning to base for treatment. I'm sending my scan and holo-log of the incident. Hakran K'hal: $ :: sends it up :: Cptn Swain: +K'hal+ Understood. Cptn Swain: Issaha> But whatever those changes were, I believe they interacted with the chroniton radiation and caused your predicament. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Still doesn't explain where the chroniton radiation came from in the first place. Rhan K'hal: @ One of the biology teams have found some sort of leaf that they think will make a good tea, but they're doing an in-depth study back on the ship. If they deem it safe, as soon as they get a batch ready I'll have them fast-track some to you. Hunter Matheson: $ Powered up. Ready to go at your command, El Tee. Hunter Matheson: $ ::flip switches:: Hakran K'hal: $2&3> :: arrive at the shuttle and settle in, except for Semek who is preferring to stand :: Hakran K'hal: $ :: closes up the hatch :: Take us to base, Mr. Matheson. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::also on the shuttle. Still really disliking this planet:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene went from worried to a determined scowl. "I want to know what's in my DNA, first of all, and I want it gone, if that will put me back in one timeframe." Hunter Matheson: $ RTB, Aye. :::liftoff, aimed toward Excal orbit::: Hakran K'hal: $ Ensign Paypal, can you give Mr. Semek's buttock's a look. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shrugs:: Irene Mincine: (( it'll cost you 3% unless you do it as a gift )) Maryse Dubois: We'll have to find a solution that will free you from your time displacement. But first we need to pinpoint your DNA change. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns:: I suppose he's lucky I took field medic training. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods... :: "Let me guess - you're going to need a hell of a lot of blood to figure that one out" Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::puts down her phaser and grabs a medkit from the shuttle's storage area:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well, I need to get back to figuring out what caused the chroniton radiation to be there. Have fun with all of that. Hunter Matheson: $ +Excal+ shuttle Cassiopeia requesting docking bay 1. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads out:: Hakran K'hal: $ Planet base, Mr. Matheson. Hunter Matheson: $ ::turns:: Planet base, sir? We have a planet base? Hunter Matheson: $ ::confused:: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns:: Someone get a specimen kit. Hunter Matheson: $ First landing area, sir? Hakran K'hal: $ We didn't set up a water filtration system on a stable flat plain to hold barn dance, Mr. Matheson. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads back to his lab:: Hakran K'hal: $Thurman> :: hands one to Jaypal :: Hunter Matheson: $ Aye, sir. :::totally missed that one::: +Excal+ Scratch that. Irene Mincine: "Uh..." :: Irene watches Issaha's sudden departure. :: "That guy has the social skills of a targ." :: She looks back to Maryse. :: "We'd better get going on figuring this out. :: Hunter Matheson: $ RTB, planetary ::turns around:: Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> No hold still Semek. ::takes some samples from his butt:: Cptn Swain: (( We could have a barn dance. )) Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Cptn Swain: (( A real, excalibur ho down )) Hakran K'hal: $ Also signal them that we're incoming with wounded. They should have a minimal medical facility in place by now. William Chocox: ((Oh boy.)) Hakran K'hal: $Semek> :: standing far stiller than the rocks that shot at him :: Cptn Swain: (( *cues VOyager banjo music* )) William Chocox: ((::repairs faster::)) Indaura Ryssan: @ I may want replicated for a bit Hunter Matheson: $ ::tap...tap::: +Base+ Shuttle Cassiopeia incoming wounded arriving in 2 mike. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::hands the cup over:: There are some unusual bacteria here. I am not a scientist, but I'd guess they're from the geyser. Irene Mincine: "It must have come from Risa. But I don't remember anything like that happening to me while I was down there." Rhan K'hal: @ +Cass+ :: frowns :: Understood, Gunny. And remember, we're still regular fleet down here, save the Marine jargon for when you're with the unit. If it was anyone else down here you'd confuse the hell out of them. Hunter Matheson: $ :::eyeballs the base::: All aboard, prepare for landing. +base+ Cassiopeia Incoming. Indaura Ryssan: @ Already? Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> I am going to give you a broad spectrum anti-antibiotic. ::hypos him:: but I suspect docs will want to take a look. Hakran K'hal: $Semek> Naturally. Maryse Dubois: It could have been something implanted and affected you later. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> And this is something for the pain. The steam more or less cauterized it. Maryse Dubois: Like a nanite. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> They can do a better job with a dermal than me anyway. Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots that area, sets down slowly and easily, makes contact::: +base+ Cassiopeia wheels down. Hakran K'hal: $ :: Jaypal :: What's your assessment on whether full combat gear would be sufficient protection from the... conditions. Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I don't think they had that kind of tech down there. It was all stolen Orion crap." Rhan K'hal: @ +Cass+ Acknowledged. Rhan K'hal: @ :: indaura :: Looks like we'll keep you busy. Hunter Matheson: $ :::holds her steady, powers down, jumps to pop the hatch::: Rhan K'hal: @ :: looks over at the ongoing medical shelter construction :: And they've leveled the floor, we can put the cots out. Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::Stands back up:: If you're going to go back into that geyser area, I'd suggest EVA suits. Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods :: Noted. Okay, anyone that got dinged up head for the medical area, everyone who didn't, probably go too and make sure we didn't get anything airborne from the spray. Indaura Ryssan: @ Make sure we can take this up quickly if we need. Hunter Matheson: $ ::standing by the hatch to assist::: Rhan K'hal: @ We have a shuttle on standby for return-to-ship. Hakran K'hal: @Semek> :: rather stiffly exits the shuttle :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::standing by in case he's needed::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off our lost in time crew, they had arrived in orbit of out of way planet in unclaimed space that had been named Sarras -- one of the possible resting places of the holy grail -- to make repairs, get some rest, and hopefully restore supplies while a long term plan for our return to the proper time is hatched out. A team from Excalibur has landed on an M-class moon in orbit of a gas giant and has started to explore. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @ :: having started poking around, sends a constant feed of the data up to the ship for Irene (plus the rest of the department) to peruse :: Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, making sure Hak's feed doesn't blow up the wheezy computers :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::geared up and ready to explore, maybe find edibles or even clean water:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::figures it'll be like SERE training, but a little more fun than that::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is hunched over and viewing the data stream, sending coordinates of various points of interest back down to the away team. :: "If you can get a core sample of the ground there... and bring back that lichen-covered rock..." Maryse Dubois: ::Also on the bridge, by Rhan. She's keeping an eye on the Away Team.:: Hakran K'hal: @ So far so good, pretty much what you'd expect for a planet at this stage of its bioevolution. :: smirks at Irene's reverse flow on his tricorder :: Yes ma'am, right away ma'am. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The planet is verdant and rather pleasant, if a bit green. In the green house sense. Still its rather lovely. Betcha thought I was going to make you guys land on some hell hole didn't you. Hunter Matheson: (::snort::) William Chocox: ((NGL, it did cross my mind.)) Hakran K'hal: @ Humid as hell, but I suppose that's to be expected with the aquathermal activity. :m: My fur is going to be frizzy as hell. William Chocox: ::is working on the nacelle with various ensigns and lieutenants:: Hunter Matheson: ::bringing up the rear to make sure the shuttle is secure:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::grabs a @:: Hakran K'hal: @ Okay, as I'm not detecting any giant predators I think we can spread out a bit. Let's get that water sample to make sure it's potable, and someone fetch Irene's rock. Cptn Swain: ::on the bridge:: You know I almost remember what it was like to regularly be surveying new worlds and meeting new civilizations. Hakran K'hal: @ Medical, what's the word on the aeromicrobiology? Rhan K'hal: Must be nice. Irene Mincine: "Thank you, sir. Telling you where to go is the next best thing to being down there." :: Irene stretched out her aching back. :: Hakran K'hal: @Planetary Scientist> :: getting Irene's rock :: Indaura Ryssan: (i'm on the ship?) Hakran K'hal: ((other than Hunter and I the team is all NPCs, so feel free to grab one and play with it)) Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay :: There better be something we can use for medical purposes on this planet. Cptn Swain: It was. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to do it again. Rhan K'hal: That's what you get for taking on a command, sir. You know the regs. You could always get yourself demoted if you really wanna. Hakran K'hal: @ :: gets to a small quickly flowing, and nicely burbling stream, squats down and takes samples :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene eyes a reading from Hakran's tricorder. :: "How's that smell? I'm picking up high concentrations of cyanobacteria from that water source. Nothing a sanitizer won't take care of, but, um..." Hunter Matheson: @ ::checking out the area, canopy, flora and fauna, edibles and non-edibles::: Hm... there's a lot to eat down here. There aren't any overt poisonous things, but you never know. Hunter Matheson: @ ::Hakran:: Take samples, sir? Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ It's lovely. Hunter Matheson: @ ::reaches for his tric::: Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::wondering how she keeps getting the short straw for playing babysitter for science missions, keeping a watch out as the nerds look for stuff.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Keeping an eye on some of the items already scanned.:: The good news is a lot of what they are finding is suitable as replicator matter. William Chocox: ::bangs more nacelle parts into place:: +Bridge+ Bridge, can you tell me what the computer's saying about our progress here? Hunter Matheson: @ ::scanscanscan::: Hakran K'hal: @ That's why we're down here, Mr. Matheson. The sightseeing portion comes /after/ the exploration. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, sir. ::flips out his padd and begins documentation::: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ It's saying "bang that bit harder, Cho." :: wry look over at Maryse :: I mean it, it's still loose. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ As for the computer, you're... making progress. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: I threatened to do that Rhan, and Commander Hawthorne threatened to retaliate. Rhan K'hal: :: grins over at Swain :: Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ I do hope the subspace signal is strong enough for the sarcasm to come over fully. Indaura Ryssan: I'd like a good soup Hunter Matheson: @ Hm.... ::continues to scan, categorize, note::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins, which naturally the others can't see. :: +Hakran+ "Don't worry, a haloxane treatment will purify the water. If you can find the source of that stream, we should be able to top off our water tanks. The scanner resolution that we've gotten back to is not good enough to find it from here." Hakran K'hal: @ :: bags the water samples, gets back upright :: William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank you Lieutenant K'hal. ::goes back to putting things in place:: Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::At least that Klingon science officer or the Romulan one hadn't tagged along. They would have doubtlessly found some way to get into trouble. Probably eaten by a plant. Or fallen ins oem kind of quicksand. Or gods knew what else.:: Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ You know, once you're back in one timeline you should apply for my job, you're good at it. Hunter Matheson: @ You know... a lot of this is similar to earth. Only a few things vary. Hakran K'hal: @ :: waves his portion of the team along to follow the course upstream :: Indaura Ryssan: brb Hakran K'hal: @ Certain things take certain forms because the universe has the same laws, Mr. Matheson. Convergent evolution, to use the high-brow words. Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::loosening her uniform jacket, it was humid as hell:: Hunter Matheson: @ Pretty nice of the universe to do that. ::checking everything they pass::: Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks over the security grunts, points to Jaypal :: You're not shooting anything, take the drill from Semek, he needs his hands. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "What, and be in charge of a team of scientists? I'd last about 30 seconds." :: Irene pokes at her scanner readout. :: "You're getting closer to the source." Hakran K'hal: @Semek> :: it is hard to do science when your hands are full :: Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ So, 15 seconds shorter than trouble usually finds you? Hunter Matheson: @ ::Semek:: Need some help? Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::Lifts a brow:: Hakran K'hal: @Semek> I do not /need/ help. However, if I am to use a tricorder I either need another arm with a fully functioning hand or to free the ones I already have. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "It keeps things, interesting, doesn't it?" :: Tap tap tap. :: "200 meters or so." Hakran K'hal: @Semek> :: raises an eyebrow to let the marine figure out which would be more expedient :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::reaches into his pack and pulls out a thin but sturdy bag and shakes it open:: Here you go. And I can carry quite a bit if you need that. Hakran K'hal: @Semek> This is a highly precision, and rather delicate instrument, master gunnery sergeant. Indaura Ryssan: Hope we get to go down. Could use the fresh air. Hakran K'hal: @ :: narrows eyes down the course of the stream :: Looks like a vent. Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::keeping her eyes on the perimeter. She was less than thrilled with spreading them out, but so far that hadn't been a problem.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Understand that, sir. But just in case you need help, I'm here. Hakran K'hal: @ Not a spurty one from the looks of it, but definitely high flow. Hunter Matheson: @ :::tucks the bag back into the ruck:: Rhan K'hal: What did she threaten you with, sir? Or is that better not on the bridge log? :: grin brightens :: Irene Mincine: :: Tap tap tap, beep boop. :: +Hakran+ "All right. I've tagged the location - an engineering team can set up a pump and filter and we can tank it up. Thanks, lieutenant." Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ I concur, and happy to do your bidding, ensign. :: smirks :: Hakran K'hal: @ +Bridge+ Hakran to Excalibur. Cptn Swain: ::Starts to respond before hearing the other K'hal:: Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Go ahead, bro. Hakran K'hal: @ +Bridge+ We've found a high-flow water source. It will need filtering, but we should be able to tap in without overly affecting the overall flow of the stream. So we're good on potable water. Irene Mincine: :: Irene forwards the location and scan results to the bridge science station. :: Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to the science console, carrying a metal water container:: Good. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Quartermaster should be able to take care of that so we don't have to pull any engineers off ship repairs. I'll let them know. Indaura Ryssan: This entire in the past thing has my nervous. Hakran K'hal: @+Bridge+ Good. Going to head back to the shuttle to move to the next survey point for replicator material. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Understood. :: looks to Swain to see if he wants to add anything else :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::wondering what this moon looks like 100 years from now::: Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head:: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Transmitting coordinates of the next survey zone." :: Tap tap tap. :: "Somehow I don't think Commander Hawthorne is going to put me in charge of anyone or anything for a while." Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Bridge out. Cptn Swain: I'd like to begin setting up a base camp down there as soon as possible. Cptn Swain: While I don't think any of us want to stay in the time period forever, until we have made some serious repairs to the ship that's not going to be possible. Rhan K'hal: Based on the data from the first area, I think it would work nicely after we get the water taken care of. Hakran K'hal: @+I+ Said the pot to the kettle. Hunter Matheson: @ ::has this weird thought about establishing a colony here and not being able to return to the future, they have to stay. then 100 years from now someone comes around for a first contact of a new civilization on a distant moon::: Cptn Swain: Have Fighter Command get the CAP out as soon as they feel they're ready. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Will do, sir. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Now what's that supposed to mean, sir?" :: Irene checked the sensors. :: "Sensors show dilithium deposits at the next survey area. If you take some core samples we can confirm the purity." Hakran K'hal: @ Mr. Matheson, if you'd like to go warm up the shuttle, we're going to take one deep sample with the laser drill while we're here and then we're off to the shuttle to move to the next location. Hunter Matheson: @ ::holsters the tric:: Aye, sir. She's on hot standby so she'll be ready in about two. Hakran K'hal: @+I+ You two are so alike I'm surprised Dr. Dubois isn't studying both of your DNA. Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods at Hunter :: Rhan K'hal: :: forwards the orders to the fighters :: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I... well, I am surprised that she hasn't ripped my head off and sent me back to Earth in a torpedo casing by now." Cptn Swain: @Jaypal> ::Was happy to hear that. Something about this place kept her on edge and she couldn't place it.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::jogs back through wherever they are and toward the shuttle:: Hakran K'hal: @Semek> :: sets up the drill and gets it running :: Cptn Swain: You know it is funny we're stuck in this time period though. Rhan K'hal: Oh? Ha ha ha. Hunter Matheson: @ ::keys in the code and the hatch opens::: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of water as he settled into the science console, and toyed with the sensors:: Arden left a book in my quarters that I've been reading ::motions towards his chair:: Cptn Swain: It's a bound copy of diary and log stuff from his great uncle that was a Captain of a starship during this period. Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves forward, hanging his ruck in position and moves from hot standby to full::: Cptn Swain: It's sort of boring, really. But it's the only thing in my quarters I haven't read and with the computer system being as it is... Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: It would be rather hard to match the diary and logs you'd have if you'd been allowed to record any of the damn fool things we've had to do lately. Cptn Swain: True. Hakran K'hal: @Semek> Sample is collected, sir. :: begins re-packing the drill :: Hunter Matheson: @ :::flight check sequence, then..::: +Hakran+ We're ready for liftoff, sir. Hakran K'hal: @ Very good, ensign. Hakran K'hal: @+Hunter+ How do you feel about picking us up in a hover-landing? Hunter Matheson: @ +Hakran+ If you're up to it, sir, I can do. Cptn Swain: I don't know why Arden was reading it, to be honest. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Oh yeah, I'm going to need some biology equipment set up in my sickbay prison now that we have some samples to look at." Cptn Swain: The note from his uncle or whatever seems like he got it a long time ago. Rhan K'hal: Connection to family, I suppose. I've read some dreck my great-grandfather wrote. Hunter Matheson: @ :::checks their position:: +Hakran+ Roping up, or hover low? Hakran K'hal: @ +Hunter+ Let's do it, the more energy we can save for the team the better, and I know you're good for running about fetching the shuttle. Keep it low. Cptn Swain: (( 5 Minute Warning )) Hakran K'hal: @+I+ I really doubt the doctors will want you to be examining items inside there, and the time bubble would create an unacceptable variable in any sample data. It goes to the biology lab, where the rest of the sub-department can do what it's trained to do. Hunter Matheson: @ ::slow liftoff, checking as the shuttle builds::: +Hakran+ Copy that. On the way. I can give you a safe hover at one meter. Hunter Matheson: @ ::slow motion toward their position, above the bushes and whatever is there:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::making sure the gauges aren't objecting::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, disappointed. :: +Hakran+ "I'm a biologist and you found a strange new world. I can't just *sit* in my room and do nothing while the rest of the department does all the science!" Cptn Swain: (( Maybe you should think long and hard about what you did, Irene. >> Hunter Matheson: @ ::settles down in their area, one meter above ground, opens the hatch::: Hakran K'hal: @ +I+ You're hardly doing "nothing," Irene. Hakran K'hal: @ :: waves the team onto the shuttle, slightly amused as they clamber up the meter to get into the hatch :: Cptn Swain: ::Considers teeing up a probe for launch to study the star, but thinks better of it.:: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "OK, yeah, I told you what to do..." Irene Mincine: (( *pouts, sits in the corner with the lights off* )) Cptn Swain: Add to our list of things I want to do when we get a chance, but in no super high priority... Mister K'hal. Hunter Matheson: @ ::waiting for the okay to move off:: Cptn Swain: A class IV probe to do some solar scans. Cptn Swain: If we're going to be here any amount of time, I'd like to get a better analysis of it. Hakran K'hal: @+I+ And you're processing the data and doing what I'd normally be doing for you. So now you know my joy. Cptn Swain: ::And to give himself something to do.:: Cptn Swain: We also might want to know more about its gravity wells for possibly using it for a time jump. Rhan K'hal: Might it not be better to use one of the stealthier, and capable of running away, fighters, sir? We are trying to maintain lowest profile. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "True. I'll keep that in mind if I'm offered a hollow pip for my collar." Rhan K'hal: We can always fit one with the probe sensors. Hunter Matheson: @ :::hover.. hover..hover. hover::: Cptn Swain: I suppose. ::Frowns:: Very well. Cptn Swain: ...AND... Hakran K'hal: @ :: finally hops on, nimbly :: Hakran K'hal: @ Take us out, Mr. Matheson. Hakran K'hal: @ :: closes the hatch :: Hunter Matheson: @ Aye, sir. :::liftoff::: Hunter Matheson: @ And coordinates would be nice. ::smirk:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: eyerolls, sends it from his tricorder to the shuttle :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: Still lost in time, we have located a relatively out of the way system we're calling Sarras. Having cleared the asteroid belt that should keep people from seeing too much on a passive scan, we head now for an M-class moon where we hope to be able to reprovision and make repairs, while determining the next course of action. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, watching their trajectory for orbit entry:: Hunter Matheson: +com+ Engineering, helm. How much pressure can our exterior structure take without peeling off and leaving us naked? Irene Mincine: :: Irene's watching the sensor readings for the planet from her medbay room-turned-makeshift planetary science room. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Massages her temples :: William Chocox: ::in Engineering with a fresh uniform and refreshed from a nap:: +Matheson+ The hull can withstand [insert proper amount and unit here] Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Notes the ship slowing and slides over to have a look at the exterior sensors.:: +Helm+ If our hull integrity is enough to stand up to warp, it'll be completely fine for normal orbiting maneuvers. William Chocox: ((Whoops, scratch mine)) Cptn Swain: ::Exits into the bridge, pulling back his hair as he goes, It was still rather short by his preferred standards, but long enough it would have doubtlessly annoyed his husband.:: Hunter Matheson: +Eng+ Copy that. Shout if something weird starts happening. Taking a 17 degree angle into the atmosphere in about 5. William Chocox: Shout if something weird starts happening? Has he not been on this ship long? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking around sickbay, making a supply list.:: Hunter Matheson: ::bridge:: Dropping from warp in three. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grinned at Chocox.:: Apparently not. Have a restful sleep? You don't look half dead, any more. Hunter Matheson: ::intense focus 'cause, you know, he's on camera and it's gotta look good::: Indaura Ryssan: Are you alright Doctor? William Chocox: As restful as one can have when one's worried about their ship. How was the ship while I was out? Hunter Matheson: Dropping from warp. Hunter Matheson: ::slowly, that is:: Irene Mincine: "Hey, if you're picking up supplies, can you get me some Aldebaran whiskey?" :: She yells to Maryse through the open door, the blue glowing haze of the temporal stabilizer between them. :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes the command chair:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks the area, takes a deep breath:: Entering the atmosphere. Hunter Matheson: Captain, high altitude or low altitude orbit? Hunter Matheson: Or.. medium. ::shrugs:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Yeah. Just making a list of appropriate supplies to collect. Cptn Swain: Standard orbit will be fine. Let's have it on screen. Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, aye. Onscreen. Hakran K'hal: :: at sci1 on the bridge, preparing to do sciency things once they get "parked." :: Maryse Dubois: And no. :;Calling back to Irene.:: No alcohol for you. Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: How's our radiation? Rhan K'hal: At this point in the orbit, acceptable. With the 96 hour orbital period, we'll hit the belt in 36 hours, with a 6 hour transit. Cptn Swain: ::Looking on:: Well it already looks more habitable than the last planet we visited. Maryse Dubois: I'll return shortly. ::Looks to Indaura.:: Keep an eye on Irene. ::Leaves for the TL.:: Hunter Matheson: Copy that. William Chocox: What do you want me to work on right now? Cptn Swain: ::Clicks tongue:: Unless all that water is heavy. Irene Mincine: "Come on, I've been stuck in here for days..." :: Irene frowns watching Maryse leave. :: Irene Mincine: :: She goes back to watching the sensors. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives on the bridge, walking over by Rhan.:: Hakran K'hal: :: tightens the sensor scans of the planet to a standard first pass arc :: Hunter Matheson: ::allowing the planetary field to bring them in::: Hunter Matheson: And.. orbit achieved. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over, smiles at Maryse :: Doc. Hunter Matheson: ::checking status, making sure they're not being pulled in any farther::: Cptn Swain: Once you've secured that the planet has breathable atmosphere and isn't any known danger, get an away team together. We need to start gathering supplies and see about maybe finding a. uh, vacation site if we have to stay here for any period of time. Maryse Dubois: Hey. ::Smiles, Setting her PADD down.:: A list of things we should be able to use to replenish the replicator stock. Hakran K'hal: :: allows Issaha to look over the geology and resources, Irene the biology of course, and himself looking for anomalies or other wtf things :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The ship seems to be fine. ::She rose from her station.:: Our power levels are steady. Once we're in orbit and running in low power, we can get that nacelle fixed. ::Moving to the status board, she took a long look.:: That nacelle is going to be our priority. We need to get it up and running. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You ready for that space walk we talked about? Rhan K'hal: :: taptaps to transfer contents to the main :: Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ We've entered orbit Commander. She's all yours. Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts intensive scans for lifeforms and biological diversity now that they're in orbit, opening the communication channel to the bridge science station again. :: "OK, bridge. Let's see what's going on down on this planet." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Thank you, Captain. We're going to put all systems on minimal power until we get the grid back to normal. Hakran K'hal: Standard oxygen-nitrogen-carbon dioxide mix, with a healthy helping of methane, so there's definitely something digesting down there. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Irene :: Perhaps they will bring back a souvenir. William Chocox: Alright, nacelle it is. ::grabs his toolkit:: Maryse Dubois: ::Hearing Irene talk.:: So that's who she's been talking to. I was beginning to think she was shifting again. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Concentrations indicative of a heavy flora concentration, maybe a smattering of animal life considering the methane. Rhan K'hal: :: checks for any signs of the presence of technology :: Rhan K'hal: It's a bit odd to have her voice coming out of the secondary science console on and off. It's like she's part of the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grabbed hers, as well, and headed for the lift along with Will.:: Irene Mincine: "It looks like the planet's in a much earlier stage of ecological evolution, yes. Lots of plants, some aquatic creatures, maybe small land animals that just left the ocean. Hard to tell from here." :: "We can only hope it's intoxicating..." :: Irene replied to Indaura, muting the microphone to the bridge. :: William Chocox: This is going to take a while isn't it? Cptn Swain: ::Standing, he took in the view again:: I suppose we'll need to use shuttles. They should have the bay cleaned up now. Rhan K'hal: Shuttles would be wise, I'm not exactly sure we could put Humpty Dumpty back together, let alone any crew. Hunter Matheson: ::still at helm, though powered down, he's taking a good look at the moon/planet, and it's almost too good lookin to be true::: Maryse Dubois: I can imagine. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed as the lift closed behind them and sent them on the way.:: Yes, unfortunately. Longer than I would like. Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records she was working on :: William Chocox: And we still have to figure out how to travel a couple hundred years into the future. Hakran K'hal: Issaha, if I'm reading this right instead of volcanic activity we're getting huge geysers? The core must be water based. The crust seems to be just thick enough to maintain a habitable surface in between splashing wide areas with steaming hot water. Rhan K'hal: :: dryly :: I guess we get boiled dinners. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And getting the ship in perfect shape that'll survive such a journey. If it is even possible. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You have family missing you in the future, Chocox? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Fascinating. Hakran K'hal: Captain, I'm not seeing anything dangerous other than the ample scattering of San Francisco-sized Old Faithfuls. Irene Mincine: "That's amazing. I'd love to get a sample of the geyser water - I bet there's some really cool extremophiles in there." :: Irene's completely forgotten her woes in medbay - she's totally engrossed in this planet. :: Maryse Dubois: Maybe there are some nice hot springs we could relax at. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the bridge chatter::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Then start your engines Mister Khal. Rhan K'hal: I still don't trust hot springs after the last ones. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk, kind of enjoyed those hot springs::: Cptn Swain: Once everything seems in the clear, we can start letting the crew down since engineering is running on low power. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Somehow I doubt there will be addictive drugs in these. Hakran K'hal: Issaha, Mr. Matheson, with me. Doctor, if you could pick someone to join the team. Rhan, please get in touch with LCdr Augustin, have a small security detail join us in the shuttle bay. Hunter Matheson: :::logs out:: Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: Relaying the request. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns, knowing she doesn't get to join in the fun. :: "What shall I do from here, sir?" William Chocox: My parents are on...they may have actually made it back to Sacramento on Earth. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I'll leave you in charge as much as you're able of continuing the orbital survey. Rhan will forward the shopping list for biologicals. Hunter Matheson: ::grabs his gear and follows Hakran:: William Chocox: They had been on Andoria studying some ruins. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: You speak with them regularly? Hakran K'hal: :: stands, heads for the lift :: Captain, I'll check in when we land. Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: She sounded disappointed. :: "I'll keep scanning from here. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ Other K'hal here, Irene. I'll be your liaison to the bridge, let me know if you need something you can't manage from the PADDs and portable console. William Chocox: As regularly as our misadventures allow. They mentioned that they had just about wrapped everything up there last time. Hakran K'hal: :: Hunter :: I have a few potential landing spots, I'll steer you down once I get more of a sense of them on our way down. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking Irene's vitals :: Irene Mincine: "Gotcha, sir. And please, sneak me some booze while Dr. Dubois is gone. If she's still there, pretend I didn't say anything." :: Irene's vitals are pretty normal inside the blue bubble. :: Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in the shuttle bay :: Hunter Matheson: ::::hands the bay chief their itinerary::: Hunter Matheson: :::follows along:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped out of the lift, heading for the EVA suits.:: I hope we can get you back to them... Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ :: side-eyes Maryse :: I'll have someone send you new shoes right away, we wouldn't want your feet to be cold. William Chocox: And I hope we can get you back to whoever is going to be missing you. ::starts to get suited up:: Hakran K'hal: :: picks a shuttle with some extra cargo room so they can bring samples back if necessary, climbs in and checks the equipment :: Maryse Dubois: ::Snickers.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hops in, stows his gear, and begins pre-flight check::: Irene Mincine: "Thank you. Sir." :: Irene starts checking out landing sites for scientific interest, relaying the information to the bridge. :: "What do you think about this spot on the northern continent? It's pretty close to some big geysers." Hakran K'hal: :: also takes inventory of the no-name NPCs that are joining them :: Hunter Matheson: (we have names for these shuttles - like cool names?) Rhan K'hal: (( don't ask Swain, he'll come up with some obscure reference that even he can't remember the next week )) Indaura Ryssan: :: gives Irene a look :: Irene Mincine: ( The Crash-a-Lot, the Redshirt Express, ) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda thought on it as she suited up, wondering if there was anyone that would miss her. Her parents, of course, but they were involved in their own lives, their own ship, and they only exchanged messages every few years. Ithene? She hadn't heard from the woman since she departed Excalibur.:: Hunter Matheson: (Cassiopea it is) Irene Mincine: "What's up?" :: She looks quizzically at Indaura. :: Indaura Ryssan: You and spirits... Indaura Ryssan: How about some tea? Hunter Matheson: :::turns to Hakran:: We ready to go, sir? Cptn Swain: (( Hey now, they're almost always something Arthurian)) Irene Mincine: "I like spirits!" :: Hmph. ::"I like tea, but can't stand the replicated stuff. It just all tastes so... bleh." Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ I think this first landing we'll want somewhere not so... spewy. We need to assess stability to make sure we can settle in some of the crew there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pulling on her suit except her helmet, she began her pre-walk suit checks.:: All green here. How are your suit readings? Indaura Ryssan: I have some non-replicated. Hakran K'hal: :: settles into the #2 seat :: Take us out, Mr. Matheson. Cptn Swain: ::He settled back into the command chair, with a book:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get some :: William Chocox: Green as a well-manicured lawn ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. +bay chief+ Shuttle Cassiopeia ready to depart. Hunter Matheson: Powering up... Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a seat next to Rhan.:: It'll be nice once we can use the replicators again. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's eyes light up! :: "I'd love a cup, then. Thank you!" :: She went back to tapping on her portable console. :: "OK. How about... here. It's half a klick from the shore, in the middle of a flat plain." Rhan K'hal: Flight> You're clear for launch, Cassie. Hunter Matheson: +Flight+ Copy that. Indaura Ryssan: :: Prepares the tea :: It should help you relax... it does me. :: Passes it through the field :: Hunter Matheson: ::lifts off, slow turn, then exits::: Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ That looks much better on the surface. I'll update the shuttle on the updated scan data. Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ Though with what Hak said about the thin crust, make sure it's better under the surface too. Cptn Swain: (( 4 minute warning )) Indaura Ryssan: It's got honey, lemon.. and something special in it. Hunter Matheson: :::descent is a lot smoother than he thought it would be::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, let's go. ::She started for the engineering access port.:: Hakran K'hal: :: receives the data dump from Excal :: That was my choice as well. :: feeds the coords to Hunter :: William Chocox: ::follows her:: We'll get you back ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Coords received. Irene Mincine: +Rhan+ "It looks pretty stable. I'm reading a rocky deposit under the soil that will easily support the shuttle's weight." :: Irene took the tea through the field. :: "Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm hard on you, it's just so stressful..." Hakran K'hal: Nice flat plain, if you run into something you'll never live it down. Hunter Matheson: We will be down in three... Hakran K'hal: @ :: dons his @ at thwaps one on Hunter's head :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::OW::: Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ Ten-Fo'. Hunter Matheson: @ Whoa... nice place. :::pulls up to land::: Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: How about swimming as a crew activity? Assuming any water fauna aren't chompy. Hunter Matheson: @ ::slow, careful landing 'cause nothing is ever perfect::: Hunter Matheson: @ We're down, sir. Hunter Matheson: @ Going to hot standby. ::just in case::: Hakran K'hal: @ Very good. Let's go get a breath of fresh air. Hunter Matheson: @ ::remembering they might be on the low end of the food chain::: Cptn Swain: ..AND... Hakran K'hal: @ :: rises, heads to the hatch and opens up :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I could go for that. Hunter Matheson: @ ::as the air pours in:: Whoa... nice. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hopes that she doesn't get a few sudden promotions out of this landing... :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: processes the smells with his predator's nose :: Hakran K'hal: @ I hope the crew likes seaweed wrapped sushi. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0303.2019 Still lost in time, we have located a relatively out of the way system we're calling Sarras. Having cleared the asteroid belt that should keep people from seeing too much on a passive scan, we head now for an M-class moon where we hope to be able to provision and make repairs, while determining the next course of action.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::@ helm, keeping an eye out:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing paperwork, without paper :: Rhan K'hal: :: having set up Irene with one of his console-on-the-go padds, is now on the bridge next to his brother, looking at the ever-increasing resolution sensor data of Sarras :: William Chocox: ::is still working on the EPS system:: Maryse Dubois: :;In her office, looking over supply reports.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes one more nibble of the energy bar and stashes the last bit in his uniform pocket, then leans against the helm chair to crack his back::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's pacing in sickbay reading the padd. The stabilizer bubble has been enhanced to an area the size of the room so she can at least get out of bed, now. :: Cptn Swain: ::Is in his quarters, getting a nap in:: Hakran K'hal: :: at Sci 1, constantly tapping here and tapping there to work the sensors :: Rhan K'hal: Computer, engage conference with sickbay LTC room alpha. :: with a delayed beep, a console in Irene's room pops up with the image of the bridge Caitians, with enough room for Issaha if he joins the science party :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda tossed her spanner into the kit as she passed and paused to pour herself a mug of hot tea. Some blessed soul had been considerate enough to make an entire pot. She sank down into a chair near Chocox, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand as she waited for her drink to cool.:: How's the progress, Chocox? Rhan K'hal: :: does not have a visual on Irene though, because even in the 24th Century those patient gowns can flap where they should flop :: William Chocox: Slower than any of us would like, but faster than we hoped. Hunter Matheson: ::then he checks out the area they are approaching, looking for a place to hide if it's needed, then checking his designated exit vector, then remembering that Excal is probably not capable of an emergency exit, so he throws that out the window::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ How's your feed down there? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork is taking a cat nap next to him so he gives him a poke::: Irene Mincine: "Looking fine to me. How's the bridge?" :: Irene is thankful she can't be seen, since she hasn't showered in a few days stuck in that bed... :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Gettin' close. Need you awake. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork rubs the sand out of his eyes and straightens up, still only half awake::: Hakran K'hal: I feel like I'm in an NX class simulator with the quality of these feeds. Not to mention it still smells like various electro-fried substances up here. :: nose-wrinkle :: William Chocox: How's it going with your work? Rhan K'hal: :: pats Hak on the shoulder :: Spend enough time up here even you'll get used to it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors and weapons are operational, though in need of power. How do you think the EPS will hold up under extreme stress? If we have to amp up the warp drive, we're going to have to handle the surge. Irene Mincine: "Smells like sanitizers and antibiotics down here. Come give me a visit, maybe you can convert your time stabilizer into a backpack for me." :: Irene gestures to the console in the corner emitting a blue glow, then remembers the bridge can't see her. :: William Chocox: Extreme stress? It's not going to last long. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to fill medicine supplies :: Hakran K'hal: Maybe I can get Rhan to look at the setup once we get set up. He's the expert at miniaturizing. Rhan K'hal: :: looks toward "Irene" aka a portable holorecorder :: I can do that. In the meanwhile though, you should have just as much control to do what you'd do if you were up here. I have your :: finger quotes :: console repeating on Sci 2 so we can look over your shoulder, so to speak. Just remember to speak up if there's something you want us to look at. Unless you can point really loudly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: So... we need a way to counteract that. Backups on our backups. Safety nodes to keep the main ones from getting fried. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sarras comes into visual sensor range. There is a gorgeous blue star at the heart of the system, which deffo is using our CGI budget for the week, as well as some soaring sci fi score coming in behind as we get to see several planets, and then a close up to a gas giant with a thin ring, and then lush, Europa sized M-class moon. Still a bit out for detailed scans, but things are looking good. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at the initial readings with a big grin on her face, setting up for biological scanning. :: "Oooooooooh. Looks like plenty to study down there while we're here..." William Chocox: Indeed. Is that tea? Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Dubois, hands her a padd :: This is the schedule for the week. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, made the old school way. Have a stash of the real thing and thought I'd break it out so we can save the replicator rations. ::She gestured to the pot.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, taking the PADD.:: Thanks. Hakran K'hal: Pretty typical setup for this type of star. Not going to find any M classes without a gas-giant magnetic field to divert the radiation and solar wind from an A1IV Indaura Ryssan: How is Irene? Hakran K'hal: Planet doesn't look tidally locked though, may be a relatively recent planetary capture, astronomically speaking. That'll bode well for life diversity. Maryse Dubois: She appears to be fine, though suffering from a little cabin fever. Rhan K'hal: Getting just enough resolution now to see some of the mineral resources available in the system. I think the engineers will be pleased. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the images:: Indaura Ryssan: I am suffering that, and I'm a Denobulan. Irene Mincine: :: Irene reads all the results! :: "Right. The conditions look good for advanced carbon-based life. Ooooh, I want to get down there! Mineralogical survey shows deposits of deuterium, dilithium, rare earth metals... we could build a whole new starship here if we needed to." Rhan K'hal: Don't tell Commander Hawthorne that please, I'd like to get back to the future without actually turning 100. William Chocox: ::pours himself some:: Thank you. And the replicators can't really make tea properly. Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves. It'll take a more intensive survey to find details, though, given how bad our sensors are doing." Maryse Dubois: If we are lucky, they may clear some of us to go to the planet's surface for supplies. Hakran K'hal: :: quirks an ear :: You may get a chance to pilot a probe down there, Irene, but I doubt the doctor would let you off-ship even if we can get your time-stabilization mobile. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the convo, thinking it's almost too good and goes skeptical::: Rhan K'hal: :: has a scan going on all known communication frequencies to make sure we aren't dropping in on someone's civilization :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd have to agree with you, there. I've toyed with the programming, but to no avail. ::She sat her mug on the console and leaned forward to run yet another diagnostic.:: Looks like the temporary routes are holding so far. Some damage still yet to be repaired, but power to all decks and essential systems is a good sign. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, knowing he's probably right. :: "I'm more interested in possible lifeforms than minerals, anyway." William Chocox: Good. Do you want me to move onto something else or continue shoring it up? Rhan K'hal: If you find any that'd be good roasted over an open plasma conduit let me know. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: Indaura Ryssan: A chance to collect some specimens. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You tell me. Anything you've seen that needs our immediate attention? Hunter Matheson: ::snorts at Rhan's comment:: Rhan K'hal: We can make some spears out of the wreckage and put the Marines in loincloths, to make it fair. Irene Mincine: "Can we make him do the mineral survey?" Maryse Dubois: I was looking at supply numbers. We have plenty of water as long as the recyclers remain functional. It's food that we are in need of the most. Hakran K'hal: :: "I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head. I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head." he chants silently to himself :: Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Question on loincl... ::sighs:: I mean maneuverability. How much stress can we put on the system? We're gonna need it for orbit vector. Indaura Ryssan: We could use some new items for the hydroponics. Rhan K'hal: Okay, there's the radiation belt. Not as zippy as the Jovian one but still, best to stay out of it until we're sure we won't fry someone's eyeballs that's looking out at the view. :: forwards the hazardous zone coordinates to helm :: Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Hazardous zone coords appreciated, sir. Hakran K'hal: High concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere. Things looking coniferous to you, Irene? Rhan K'hal: :: tail loop in response to Hunter :: Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves." :: Irene blinked and shook her head, having shifted backwards for a second that time. :: "Sorry. What's that, sir?" Hakran K'hal: High O2, Irene. We looking at a coniferous biome, I hope? I hate wading around in single-celled organisms. Irene Mincine: "Oh. Right." :: Irene gazed over the survey results. :: "Looks like we should have plenty of temperate forest to wade through. No more muck or slime. Not sure about animal life but definitely large amounts of vegetation." :: For budgetary reasons, all planets are just Vancouver, but we don't know that. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If you do collect any flora for hydroponics, make sure you examine it completely before bringing it on board. I don't want anything that starts yelling "Feed me." Hunter Matheson: ::plots several courses re: haz zone coords::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda cocked her head.:: +Matheson+ I'd say about half as much as usual. We still have some exterior structural issues and our power systems aren't yet up to speed. Rhan K'hal: :: slides over to mission ops, tidies up the data a bit, then forwards the initial survey results down to Engineering :: Hunter Matheson: +Eng+ Copy that, ma'am. William Chocox: I can continue on the power supply issues. Indaura Ryssan: Feed me? :: thinks :: I'll look up the reference later. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I don't know whether that's good or bad. Obviously high carbon content is good for the replicator stores, but planets in that stage of planetary evolution are usually pretty low on high-complexity lifeforms and high on flappy things with exoskeletons. Especially at this O2 concentration. :: is a bit phobic of large insects :: Rhan K'hal: :: rolls his chair back over, makes a buzzing sound as he passes Hak :: Hakran K'hal: :: hunches :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, get me a status report when you think they're stable enough to test. I'd like to do that before we actually need those systems. Irene Mincine: "We could get lucky. Maybe it's the planet the dinosaurs came from." Rhan K'hal: Mmm, grilled sauropod. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hakran K'hal: Would you stop thinking with your stomach? Hunter Matheson: (w) Mmm bottom of the food chain. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Rhan K'hal: Sure, when I can stop eating these damned protein bars and water bottled when Mom was still a toddler. Hakran K'hal: :: emits a particularly Caitian sound of annoyance that seems to rumble up from the floor :: Irene Mincine: "Look, at least you're not stuck on the Dr. Dubois diet up there on the bridge. Protein bars are at least technically food!" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked at the board, thinking the list was growing rather than shrinking, and groaned.:: Though first... I've got a special task for you, Chocox. Rhan K'hal: Oh, is Maryse being strict? I'll smuggle down one of the :: finger quotes again :: "chocolate chip" bars when I come down to look at your setup. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes again, concentrates on the new data coming in :: Irene Mincine: "Smuggle me in a hip flask full of Saurian brandy and now we're talking." :: Irene looks over the survey data. :: "Don't make me set up my own still down here." Hakran K'hal: Okay, we should be able to start resolving things down to 100m, and shrinking. Cptn Swain: (( 3 Minute Warning )) Rhan K'hal: :: pats the nearby separator panel between console groups :: Good girl, I knew you could make it. Rhan K'hal: What's our ETA to orbit, Gunny? William Chocox: Special task? Should I be worried ma'am? Hunter Matheson: ::checks it out::: Depends on the orbit, but I'd say ten. Hunter Matheson: Could be as much as 20, depending on the angle I need to use. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, about falling over on your face from exhaustion. Get some rest. At least a few hours sleep. That's an order. Rhan K'hal: Relay that to the XO, see how she wants us parked. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. William Chocox: Ah, I see. Aye ma'am. Hunter Matheson: +XO+ Engineering, helm. ETA to orbit depends on angle I need to use when we get there. Variable is 10 to 20 minutes. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0224.2019 The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, displaced roughly 100 years in the past, has gotten under way at low warp towards an uninhabited system nicknamed Sarras in open space along the borders of the emerging Tamarian and Kaedwani empires, the Romulans, and the Federation. So far we have not encountered anyone from the time-period and are hoping to make safe haven in Sarras while we make repairs and aim to find a way to our proper time. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: looking rather droopy after getting the most minimum of naps, is back in the science lab trying to figure out how they ended up back here :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the science lab as well, eating a ration bar and drinking out of ration bag:: Hunter Matheson: :::keeping us on and even keel as the ship weaves its way toward their destination at a whopping warp 2::: Hakran K'hal: :: has an exobiologist and a physicist down helping to monitor Irene and the little time bubble they set up to stabilize her :: Hunter Matheson: :::to self:: So far so good. William Chocox: ::wipes his face and only succeeds in smudging the soot all over it:: Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::In her office for the moment.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's been asleep in sickbay for a loooong time. Turns out bouncing through time is very tiring. She's stabilized now, at least... :: William Chocox: ::is in engineering working:: Hakran K'hal: :: snarls at his display :: That makes NO sense. Hunter Matheson: ::so focused he forgets to blink:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sips another drink of something the Lloann'na were calling "orange juice":: Ie? Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, tinkering with the science console because what else does a Captain have to do when you're tooling along at warp 2 stuck 100 years in the past:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How are you always getting carbonized material all over yourself, Chocox? Are you rubbing your face all over the blown power nodes again? ::Miranda straightened from her console, stretching out her back. She groaned.:: William Chocox: Honestly ma'am, I haven't got the foggiest idea. Hakran K'hal: There just aren't enough chronitons for something of this magnitude. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes. She's surrounded by a shimmering blue field that's stabilizing her for the moment. :: "Ugh... I had the worst nightmare... :: Rhan K'hal: :: enters the bridge, looking uncharacteristically dour :: William Chocox: It just appears out of nowhere. Hunter Matheson: ::catches Rhan's reflection in the console::: Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: presses a button :: +Doctors,+ Ms. Mincine is coming around. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Rolls the juice ration a bit to get more out of it, nods:: Ie. Even strange still how little resonate particles were left when we were unceremoniously dropped off in this time period. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from her desk and goes out to Irene's room.:: Morning sleepy head. Indaura Ryssan: :: Visiting Irene :: Hakran K'hal: Exactly. :: tears off a piece of protein bar with his teeth, looking for all the world like he wished it was someone's head :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork offers an energy bar and Kal slips it into his pocket for later since they're rationed::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to the central control consoles.:: I'd believe anything at this point. ::She sighed at the updated repair board.:: Alright, so... we've got most of the critical repairs out of the way, but that nacelle is going to suck up most of our resources. The power distribution network is still iffy, as well. Give me some good news, Chocox. Hakran K'hal: All I can figure :: chew chew chew :: is that the chronitons must still be in the anomaly. Whenever it is. Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we're certainly in no condition to try and meddle with time travel on our own. William Chocox: Um...we're still alive? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Dubois is already there :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking Irene's chart :: William Chocox: And I may have gotten us even better sensors as well. Hakran K'hal: :: sigh :: Rhan K'hal: :: stops by Swain :: Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::minor course adjustment:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked surprised to see Maryse. :: "I feel like I was asleep for a hundred years." Cptn Swain: :::Looks up from the science console:: Mister K'hal? Maryse Dubois: Well I don't know about that, but I would say you had an interesting time. Rhan K'hal: Bad news, sir. Four of our full-size crates with emergency supplies turned out to be mislabeled. So unless some of the crew want to volunteer to eat marine compression undergarments, we're going to have to tighten the rationing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, I guess that's on the 'pro' list. Con -- we're stranded in the past. With one nacelle, limited warp, and crippled weapons. Hunter Matheson: ::marine compression undergarments::: Indaura Ryssan: Ha :: laughs :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Lovely. Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: under his breath :: Understatement, thy name is Chief Medical Officer. William Chocox: Well when you put it that way, you make it seem like we're in a tight spot. Cptn Swain: Hopefully Sarras will have plenty of edible fauna that we can restock on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Slightly. ::She sighed again.:: I'm already getting tired of rations. Rhan K'hal: It seems that Engineering has improved our sensor resolution a bit so we'll have a better idea what we'll be dealing with there. We're still limping on the computer though, I've done what I can but it's a structural problem that we just don't have the ability to deal with even if the rest of the ship was sparkling and fresh. William Chocox: The trick is to imagine that they taste like something else. Irene Mincine: "Don't say *that* word, Doc." :: Irene put her hand to her head. She looked around her private room, slightly worried. :: "Am I right in guessing my time shifting has stopped?" :: Something was off about her attitude. She was... calm. :: Hunter Matheson: ::is pretty used to rations::: Hunter Matheson: ::idly listening to the chatter::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I am hesitant to send out to send fighters out on a CAP or even an advanced scout. I am concerned that too many warp fields might draw, unwanted attention. Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> We've managed to narrow the window, Irene. You, or parts of you, may still shift but no more than about 15 minutes. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Ours is so janky it fits in with the time period at least. I'm sure if someone detected the high-efficiency, subspace safe warp field of our modern tech they'd be in a hurry to investigate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... next on the list. I've got a team getting that nacelle up to par. ::She threw Chocox a glance.:: What are you finishing up? Hunter Matheson: ::nods agreement to himself::: William Chocox: I just finished up with the sensors. Where do you need me? Cptn Swain: And any Romulans would be undercloak, which means passive sensors only. Cptn Swain: Let's hope we don't run into any of them. Hakran K'hal: :: starts running every encounter with the anomaly back at one femtosecond per frame, which means he's going to be there for a while :: Hunter Matheson: :::big stretch and a neck crack to get his blood flowing::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded. :: "Let's just say that the shifting has stopped but there's still a... pretty major offset you need to take care of." Maryse Dubois: Yeah for the moment. Hakran and Issaha managed to get a bubble around you to keep you grounded. Maryse Dubois: You kept thinking we were Romulans, but the actual Romulan was a Deltan. ::Snickers.:: Indaura Ryssan: I might be Romulan, but I think Denobulan. Hunter Matheson: ::hands helm to Tork for just a few minutes so he can stand and walk around a little:: Irene Mincine: "I can see you all for who you are *now*, thankfully. No Deltans here." Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have ran across some very strange things, but this is near the top of the list. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The nacelle is under control, teams are replacing the blown nodes. ::She crossed her arms, fingers rapping on her upper arm.:: Next pressing matter is shielding. Right now we're playing musical chairs with our power systems. We need a more direct route to shielding and weapons that will give us better... and faster... control. William Chocox: Well, I am handy with the EPS systems. Maryse Dubois: Well that's somewhat reassuring. Hakran K'hal: I'm sure all the machinations that brought you aboard the Excalibur were just hoping we'd show you something you could write a career-boosting report on. That it could be filed as "Temporal Physics, Exobiology, and History" is just a bonus. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Bites his lip:: There weren't any real machinations. If you want to know the truth. I suppose it won't matter since there's not exactly a good chance of us getting back to the correct time period anyway. Rhan K'hal: Speaking of which, I've locked down our communications as tightly as possible. I think eventually our guest might reach a tipping point of deciding the risk of dating his grandmother is worth not having to play Survivor with us. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am more or less here on, uh, what is the lloann'na phrase -- witness protection, ie? Indaura Ryssan: It was interesting to hear you go on and on Irene. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. See what you can do getting it a bit more stable. Hakran K'hal: I figured it must be something along those lines, your people are no slouches at science so this "exchange" business seemed a bit rich. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Or exile if you prefer. Hunter Matheson: ::retakes helm:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The Captain was kind enough to let me hang out here until things cool down at home. William Chocox: On it. ::grabs his tools to start working it:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Rhan:: I should meet with them. Rhan K'hal: The Tamaran & Kaedwani are still in sickbay. The Romulan is... :: checks padd :: in the main lounge. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "I hope I didn't do anything *too* embarrassing when I was shifting. All I remember is some kind of Romulan dungeon." Indaura Ryssan: Dungeon? Maryse Dubois: Oh don't worry. We have it all recorded. ::smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good. I'll start with him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sank into her chair.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain. Hakran K'hal: :: looks away from his monitor to study Issaha :: Politics, eh? I know your people have a cutthroat reputation for that. I suppose that means there have to be those that get caught in the tides. Irene Mincine: "I'm guessing you got the gist of it. Somehow, I got picked up by 23rd century Romulans that wanted to know about the 24th century." :: Irene shrugged lightly. :: "It was a horrible nightmare." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Something like that. Irene Mincine: "Never, ever, release that recording." :: Irene eyed Maryse. :: Hakran K'hal: Anyway, you're a good scientist and I'm glad to have you here. Even if we occasionally have to dress you up like a Vulcan. Cptn Swain: (( And here we were planning on showing it tonight with popcorn )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smirks:: Thank you. Indaura Ryssan: Aww, I was hoping to hear more. How much of it do you remember? Irene Mincine: "More than I want to. At least in reality I still have all my fingernails. Let's leave it at that." Cptn Swain: ::Logs off the science console, straightens his jacket:: Very well. You have the bridge, Mister K'hal. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. Rhan K'hal: You know what that means, Gunny. You can let your hair down now. :: Marine buzzcut humor :: Indaura Ryssan: I remember my temporal mechanics classes... most of it was to pray it never happened. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead commander. Cptn Swain: ::Entering the lift:: Hakran K'hal: Keene & Boone> :: give each other "Eek!" looks @ the fingernails bit :: Hunter Matheson: ::bouncing slightly in his chair, humming a tune::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Just checking -- how far out are we from Sarras? We're doing what we can, but to get to most of the power systems, we're going to have to take them completely down and cycle. Indaura Ryssan: But just how are we going to get out of this... I wonder. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Still a day or so out from Sarras. I haven Cptn Swain: 't been wanting to press the engines too hard. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Do you think that can wait until we're in the system? Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> The Boss and Issaha are working on how we got into it, hoping there will be a way out in the answer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Yes, it can wait. We can juggle for another day. Better to take it slow than to blow our good remaining nacelle. I just wanted a reasonable update so we can shift our timeline. Irene Mincine: "Look, I'm sorry if I said anything... hurtful. While I was out of my head." Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> And Biology has you under a microscope, literally, trying to see if the temporal interactions with you can shed any light on anything. Hunter Matheson: (w) Oh.. oh..oh..oh stayin' alive, stayin alive.. ::bouncing to the tune:: Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. K'hal also informed me that apparently a number of our ration shipments we brought aboard before leaving starbase last time were mislabeled so we're going to have to cut rations a bit until we get to Sarras. Hopefully, there will be plenty of edible flora and fauna there. Rhan K'hal: Okay Gunny, don't go crazy (er). Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ I am on my way down to talk to our uh, guests. I am sure this extended stay wasn't something they'd planned on. Hunter Matheson: ::stops, turns:: Just trying to make the trip a little more... you know... enjoyable. Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Just keep the tune in your head, I've never been a fan of 20th Century music. Now early 22nd hardcore-rebirth... Hunter Matheson: ::then back to the console readout::: Waiting for those sweet stewardess to pass by with the cart. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiled to the assistants. :: "It would be nice to be able to get back to our own century. I'll help any way I can, but you all know that." Hunter Matheson: ::hums the tune instead:: Not exactly wacky, sir. It's a way of staying sane in all this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ No, and they probably all have special needs and requirements, I bet. Have fun with that, sir. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ That's why they pay me the big bucks. Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> We know, Irene. We're here for you too. We'll get through this. Somehow. Hunter Matheson: tune in my head, aye. ::smirk:: Cptn Swain: << 2 Minute Warning >> Indaura Ryssan: The key is not leaping into another universe on the quantum level. Hakran K'hal: :: bangs head on console :: This is what I get for wanting to settle down in the lab with data. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: I would advise against that, sir. Irene Mincine: "I failed quantum physics and even I know that." Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> :: nods at Indaura :: Doctor is super right about that. Though if you could control it that would be an amazing superpower. Hakran K'hal: :: stops, looks out of the corner of his eye :: Are you sure they didn't inject Vulcan DNA into you? Your eyebrow has been on a tear since we smoothed down your ridges. Irene Mincine: "Maybe all this shifting turned me into a Q. Let's go back home." :: She snaps her fingers, then frowns. :: "Guess not." Cptn Swain: Issaha> You'd have to consult with the Doctor. ::bursts into a giggle:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips the energy bar out of his pocket, takes one bite, then puts the rest away for later::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0217.2019 Excalibur, displaced roughly 100 years in the past, has gotten under way at low warp towards an uninhabited system nicknamed Sarras in open space along the borders of the emerging Tamarian and Kaedwani empires, the Romulans, and the Federation. So far we have not encountered anyone from the time-period and are hoping to make safe haven in Sarras while we make repairs and aim to find a way to our proper time.