Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is assisting two other Federation vessels aiding the recovery of Alpha Veras II, which has suffered a catastrophic failure of its power network. Engineering has been tasked with investigating the original failure of the power grid and is playing host to a rogue Catiain named Dazim, who we’ve discovered is the black sheep... er cat... of the Khal family. (Though they’ve recently pawned him off on Medical in the lab.) In main sickbay, our medical team is still helping with triage overflow from the planet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: :::enters his quarters to change out of the fun suit::: Tandaris Admiran: ::in the medical lab with Maryse and Dazim:: Indaura Ryssan: :: medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::In the Med lab. looking at the new data with Tandy and Dazim.:: Rhan K'hal: Dazim> :: after enjoyably shouting his way through secretaries, had managed to get the production control samples ordered, but that will take a while to get collected and brought to the ship :: So, we have evidence of a bunch of gel turning into a giant mind, and then said smart gel coming down with a degenerative neural disorder. Fun times. :: pauses a beat, glances with an eyeroll at Tandaris :: A pity about the casualties, of course. Hunter Matheson: :::strip, toss, gear up for duty, enters the lift::: Bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the bridge, Miranda checked the security rotation for their special guest and then reviewed the flight roster for supplies. The secondary crew was ferrying back and forth, primary crew on rest, and backups ready for any issues.:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the medical lab to investigate this Dazim character, as well as the scientific situation :: Hunter Matheson: ::steps out onto the bridge and turns to ack the XO::: William Chocox: ::gets off the comms with the Tennessee Valley:: +Tandaris+ Tennessee Valley has acknowledged that they will not activate the power grid’s control system. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiled as another familiar face entered the lab.:: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Thank you. Carry on with your analysis. Let me know if you uncover anything else interesting. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looked up :: Hakran K'hal: :: flicks a glance around at the assembled :: I hear we have interesting scientific oddities apaw. Hunter Matheson: ::and moves on to relieve Tork::: William Chocox: +Tandaris+ Aye sir, ::gets to work.:: Maryse Dubois: You could say that. Rhan K'hal: Aren't you still supposed to be getting some rest, Gunny? William Chocox: ((::gets to work::)) Hunter Matheson: ::looks up from the console:: Uh... not that I'm aware, sir. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: makes a very sour face at the new Caitian... what is this ship, the Cat Express? :: Hunter Matheson: Medical cleared me for duty. Rhan K'hal: Primary flight crews are on mandated rest, Gunny. Though I suppose you can count your time in the decontam goo to part of it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She eyed Hunter.:: You're on rest from piloting. You want to spend your rest period on the bridge? By all means. Nothing interesting happening up here. Hunter Matheson: ::puzzled look at Hawthorne::: Maryse Dubois: ::Think Dazim should have been around when Corizon was here too.:: Hakran K'hal: So, what do we have? :: moves over to the display screen to see what they've uncovered so far :: William Chocox: This is interesting... Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Do we really need any more fingers in this pie? Hunter Matheson: ::then back to K'hal::: I guess so, sir. And I'd just as soon be here than in my quarters, since I'd get the raz from my bunkmate anyway. Hakran K'hal: Yes, everyone loves pie. Maryse Dubois: ::Stiffling a snicker.:: Yes, Mr. K'hal is welcome here. It doesn't hurt to have more minds on this. Rhan K'hal: Well, no flying then, Gunny. You could probably stand some cross-training on basic operations. Might as well make you indispensable like me. Hunter Matheson: ::tentative glance around, and he goes back to work, trying to ignore Tork's smirk:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: snarls, turns back to his own console and hunches over it :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Incoming Excalibur shuttles from planet request clearance to land for reload. Hakran K'hal: So, Doctor, Commander. How did we get here? Hunter Matheson: ::thorough check of helm settings::: Rhan K'hal: :: re-routes the incomings to Hunter's console :: Hakran K'hal: :: taps chin thoughtfully over the data :: Maryse Dubois: Well we first discovered that the syndrome was what cause the degradation of the gel. It was Tandaris and his group that found the gel packs we becoming...over developed. Hunter Matheson: :::eyes K'hal, then looks to Hawthorne:: Commander, incoming shuttles requesting clearance to land. I suggest caution and examination for the shuttles and crews. Hunter Matheson: Suggest secure area for them to pull in an get a checkout. Hunter Matheson: ::gives the shuttles a stand by::: Hakran K'hal: Nice catch, Commander. I suppose the next time my brother gets a knock in the head I can send him to you as the resident neurologist. William Chocox: ::squints at the data:: This is so weird...computer, being up a series of different neurological patterns. I want to check them against this one. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded at Hunter.:: Send the information to the bay crews and direct the shuttles where they need to go. Hunter Matheson: Aye, Commander... Tandaris Admiran: I don’t actually know that much about neurology ... Tandaris Admiran: But it wasn’t hard to spot the patterns. Hunter Matheson: +Shuttles+ Stand by for landing instructions. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors show momentary power fluctuations on the Mary Seacole. Hunter Matheson: +FOps+ Flight Ops, Ship Ops - be advised incoming shuttles need a secure area for landing and contamination protocol. Rhan K'hal: FOps> +Hunter+ Acknowledged. Will set up, probably need a hold of 15 to 30 to get it set up. William Chocox: Computer> *Beep boop* ::brings them up:: William Chocox: ::starts comparing:: Hunter Matheson: :::receives ack:: Flight Ops taking control, Commander. Rhan K'hal: Tac> Commander, the Mary Seacole just had noticeable power fluctuations. Hakran K'hal: :: hmms some more :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced at the TAC station.:: Are they in distress or was it just a hiccup? Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping some patients :: Hakran K'hal: So how does bioneural gel get that much of a boost that it could start thinking? I thought its long-range potential was low due to the chemical component in the synapse reactions? William Chocox: ::keeps comparing:: Rhan K'hal: Tac> It was just a real quick blip, Commander. But with master sergeant Matheson's cautions it made me wonder. Maryse Dubois: It's possible that it is a manufacturing mistake. Maryse Dubois: But it could be something much more. Hunter Matheson: ::looks to K'hal, then Hawthorne::: Agreed, ma'am. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to the pale blonde kitty :: How often is the gel replaced in the system down there? Hunter Matheson: Pretty weird stuff going on down there, and on Tenn Valley shuttles. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Incoming shuttles land on Excalibur in the 'quarantine' zone and the shuttles and crew all go through decon. One of the bay hands unloads a crate of blown gel packs to sets them to the side to be delivered to the medical lab. Hunter Matheson: (why does that sound bad?) Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: sneers :: How often do you replace it up here? As needed. And no, I don't know off the top of my head where each node would get its supply. I suppose I'll volunteer to ask before you start nagging. :: turns back to his console, makes another communication down to the planet :: Indaura Ryssan: We need to find out the root cause William Chocox: ::discards some of the higher level patterns and goes lower:: Hakran K'hal: :: ear shift :: How generous of you. :: grins at Maryse :: Rhan K'hal: :: walks over to Hunter :: I'd say "see, this isn't so bad, is it?" But the Commander's back there so we need to moan and groan over the stress so she won't catch on. :: rakish grin :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors indicate more power fluctuations on the Mary Seacole. Several decks now seem to be without power. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs at Hakran. She would make a snarky comment, but that infamous Caitian hearing prevents her from saying it.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: starts hissing, literally, his way through bureaus so he can ask - the one enjoyable thing he's doing :: Rhan K'hal: Tac> Commander, more power fluctuations on the Seacole. :: looks over the scan data :: They're down on power through multiple decks. Hunter Matheson: ::eyes divert to see if he's serious, catches the grin, and nods, then goes about his business:: Hakran K'hal: :: after a quick motion to the security guards, motions to Tandy and Maryse to join him out in the corridor :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, stepping outside for a moment.:: Hunter Matheson: ::slow look toward tac:: Hunter Matheson: ::Tac:: Did any of those Excal shuttles bring stuff from the planet up here? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Contact them and see if they need any assistance. ::To TAC. She frowned at the main viewer.:: William Chocox: Huh... William Chocox: Interesting... Hunter Matheson: ::then his console blinks::: Commander, shuttle bay has a box of gel packs for medical examination. ::alarmed, big time::: Rhan K'hal: Tac> Aye, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Ensign picks up the crate of gel packs from the shuttle bay and loads it up for transport with supplies going to the lab. Takes the service lift. Rhan K'hal: Tac> +M. Seacole+ Excalibur to Mary Seacole, we're seeing your power issues, do you require assistance? Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears tell of a new kind of patient coming to sickbay :: Tandaris Admiran: ::joins Hakran in the corridor:: Tandaris Admiran: What's up? Hakran K'hal: While he's busy yelling at people, I suppose I should tell you what Rhan has learned. Our Dazim is actually a K'hal. Distantly related, Cait branch of the family tree. More importantly though, he's persona non grata in the Caitian scientific community. He was caught doing unethical experiments on nu-Khaja and other higher level proto-Caits. Taking bits of their brains out... and leaving them alive so he could dip in the till again later. Etc. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked again at Hunter.:: The last report I have shows that we have some of those on board already. They're testing them down in the medical lab. Hakran K'hal: I imagine he's PNG in the family too, which would explain why he isn't offering Rhan or I and hugs. Hunter Matheson: Commander, permission to inform medical to... to space the junk. ::then hearing her, he slumps back in the chair::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engineering presumably brought them up with our special guest. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::turns back to OPS::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hakran:: Isn’t there some kind of Khal exclusion principle? How many of you can be in the same place at one time? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mary Seacole> +Excalibur+ We do... think so... shows some minor fluc... in pow... grid. Enginee... ...orking on i... ...eak.... Hakran K'hal: :: lopsided grin :: You're lucky the hospital ship was the Mary Seacole and not the Hippocrates, otherwise I'm sure we'd have had Mreh over for dinner. Rhan K'hal: They've asked for more samples, both corrupted and not, for further examination. So long as they're being handled properly, Gunny. And I would presume that even the greenest engineer wouldn't confuse on of them for a fresh gelpack. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Mary Seacole's comms go offline and Excalibur gets nothing but static. Rhan K'hal: :: hears that telltale click and swish, joins the tactical officer :: We've lost them, Commander. Sounds like their commnet lost power. William Chocox: ((Uh oh.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning. )) Maryse Dubois: ::Seems quite irritated with the news.:: And how is he walking around freely and not in a jail cell somewhere? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: That can't be good. ::She waved a hand in the air.:: Let's get a team over there in case they need assistance. Send word to engineering to send some people. Hakran K'hal: That I don't know, but I imagine he got out of Dodge fast. The timing fits for when the Tamarn say he arrived here. Hunter Matheson: On it, Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Miranda :: I'm starting to get an itch that Gunny might just be the right amount of paranoid today, Commander. Hunter Matheson: :::sending a message to engineering to get a team over to Marie Cole::: Maryse Dubois: Well now that we know, he isn't going anywhere on this ship without security. Hunter Matheson: ::actually gives them the situation::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She lifted an eyebrow at Rhan.:: You think there's something in the gel packs we should be worried about? William Chocox: ::acknowledges Hunter and sets up a team:: Rhan K'hal: Well, we have bad gel and a power network going down on the planet. We have bad gel and craft from the Tenn having issues. We have bad gel and the Mary Seacole having power issues. Three dots is enough to start drawing a straight line. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

MISSION BRIEF: Picking up from where we left off, we have a guest aboard who is a bit of cranky cat, literally. He will be helping us track down the source of the power grids failure, in theory. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::works in Engineering:: Maryse Dubois: ::Reluctantly in the medical lab.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: engrossed enough in his work in the medical lab that he hasn't called Maryse "hey you," or "girl" in at least 15 minutes :: Hunter Matheson: # ::Tennessee Valley, with the other guys waiting for the cargo shuttles to finish their decon thing:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> How familiar are you with Irumodic Syndrome? Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay :: Hunter Matheson: # [Nasty stuff, K'hal] Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, having a hushed back and forth subspace conversation with Commander El Tahir at Starbase 39 Tango :: Maryse Dubois: ::Examining the sample of goo in front of her. She pauses a moment to look over at her guest.:: I'm familiar with it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still holding down the bridge while Swain immerses himself in boring Science-y stuff, Miranda was staring at the back of Rhan's furry head, listening to him have a hushed conversation with someone.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Getting around the fact that this looks like someone stuck it in a plasma oven and baked it for a casserole, the more intact traces I've tested are showing a similar end result of what I remember from my studies of that particular disease. There are a number of others that can cause synaptic degradation, but the... completeness I'm seeing here is reminiscent. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: pushes back from where he was hunched over looking at results, waves a paw at the console inviting Dr. Dubois to examine the results herself :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Several additional patients are brought into sickbay. These appear to be more complex cases with several alien species not widely represented on the planet. Rhan K'hal: :: quietly thanks Cdr El Tahir and closes out the channel - sits and frowns at his console for a minute :: Maryse Dubois: ::Rolls her chair over, taking a look at the data.:: Yeah I see it here. :;Frowns:: The problem though, if it is similar to Irumodic Syndrome, there is no cure. Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay :: Well, let me see what is wrong with you today :: to a young man sitting on a biobed :: Hunter Matheson: # ::word comes down from above that the shuttles are ready and they file out, picking up the manifests on the way, passing them to the loadmasters to check out, and taking PADDs for preflight::: William Chocox: Hm... ::examines some more of the data:: Could have something here. Rhan K'hal: Commander, I have that search data you originally requested a few days ago. :: voice is oddly stilted and subdued for him :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> True, but if memory serves it's something that usually results from a structural defect in the brain. How does a pack of gel manage to come down with something like this, and as we've determined it's not pathogenic, how the hell would it spread? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Raises an eyebrow at Rhan.:: Yes? And? William Chocox: ::continues looking at his data:: Hunter Matheson: # ::checking the ship's exterior, marking sure it's space worthy::: Indaura Ryssan: I'm going need to ask your species... Tandaris Admiran: ::enters engineering after a busy time doing busy things, which are none of your business:: Maryse Dubois: Hmm...Chemical contaminant is starting to seem unlikely now. Perhaps it was manufactured with the defect. William Chocox: Commander? ::looks around:: Rhan K'hal: Yeah, uh... The gel expert /was/ a researcher on Cait at Sahrimet Biotech University until he was booted for unethical research practices. Rhan K'hal: Last known Federation data on him was information that his visa request to Alpha Veras II was approved and he moved there just over 3 years ago. His name is Dazim... Rhan K'hal: K'hal. Hunter Matheson: # ::he comes to a sudden stop, eyes hull damage, then calls the shuttle captain over, along with the bay chief::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Any breakthroughs? Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning injuries :: William Chocox: I might have something. ::points at what he’s been working on:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Guess we're going to have to demand samples from the production facilities. They're supposed to keep some aside from every production run. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowns.:: Another K'hal? What's he to you? An evil cousin or something? The black sheep... er... cat of the family? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Are there any Ciats that *aren't* Khals? Hunter Matheson: # ::they have a long, involved conversation that ends in checking out the other shuttles::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: An unused sample might be very useful. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Because, at this point, I'm beginning to wonder. Tandaris Admiran: ::turns to look at it:: Huh. Tandaris Admiran: That’s a fairly involved data analysis. Walk me through it. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns :: The Excalibur's experience to the contrary, K'hal isn't a common Caitian surname. Which means he's likely related somehow, but I've never heard of him. Hakran may know more. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What sort of unethical behavior got him booted? Cptn Swain: ::Feels a disturbance in the force as he puts his tea in the fresher, as if a thousand mice cried out at once and were suddenly silenced by a pack of rabid Caitians:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I suppose that's my job, playing gofer between you delta-wearing types and the bureaucrats down below. Lucky me. Got a comm signal I can use without getting arrested? Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks concerned :: I think this will require minor surgery. Rhan K'hal: Um. Apparently he was taking brain samples off still living higher-order proto-Caits like the nu'Khaja... without bothering much to care what happened to them afterward. :: looks rather ill at the thought :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to a terminal nearby, activating a comm channel.:: Here you go. ::Sends a text to Rhan, filling him in.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: goes over to the terminal and starts going through the governmental channels that were set up for him for this thankless task :: Hunter Matheson: # :::end result is something caustic enough to pit exterior shuttle hulls has just grounded most of the shuttles::: William Chocox: What do you think? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her eyebrows creep upward.:: Sentient, intelligent creatures? Self-aware? Tandaris Admiran: Well, I *think* you’ve discovered a disturbing fractal-based pattern of information flow just prior to the timing of the grid failure. Tandaris Admiran: I’ve seen this before. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees someone with an obvious injury, but not an obvious species :: Tandaris Admiran: Where have I seen this before ... Rhan K'hal: Yes. To put it in Terran terms, potentially akin to homo habilis or homo erectus. Hunter Matheson: ::he returns to Excal, HAZMAT gear and all::: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back at his console at the beep :: Speak of the devil, Dr. Dubois just cleared him for a communication back down to the AVII government, apparently they need to get control samples from the gel factories for comparative study. Tandaris Admiran: ::begins typing furiously as he accesses the library database:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I see. ::She scowled.:: Well, security is watching him and all comms are monitored. If he so much puts a single claw out of line, you let me know. William Chocox: Why am I worried that you’ve seen this before? Hakran K'hal: Dazim> This is going to take a while. If you want to check in with his Spotted Superior and see if they've done anything useful other than temporize. Hunter Matheson: ::enters the lift and steps out at sick bay - does not pass go, does not collect 200 credits::: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: In the meanwhile I'll talk to Hakran and see if he remembers any family scuttlebutt. He's been around longer than I have. Tandaris Admiran: ::brings up what appears to be a 3D connectome showing neuronal firing in a human brain:: Look. William Chocox: ::looks:: Looks like a brain. Hunter Matheson: ::when he enters, he holds up his hands to stop anyone from touching him,then asks::: Doc Dubois around? Tandaris Admiran: Yes, but if you isolate and slow down the neuronal firing patterns *between* the various lobes and cortices ... ::adjusts the model:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: mutters something about not being a researcher and not a damned secretary as he waits to get transferred on his call :: William Chocox: Ok? Tandaris Admiran: Look, same fractal pattern. Smaller synapses firing, connecting, setting off larger groups of them, building and building upon each other into a brilliant orchestra of ... thought. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps away from the terminal, going towards the back of the lab. +Tandaris+ Dubois to Tandaris, any luck on your end. William Chocox: Huh Tandaris Admiran: Look, a single gel-pak is just a primitive neural network. It can process information, but it has no capacity for thought... Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ K'hal calling K'hal. :: has trained the computer on what to do when he does that :: Maryse Dubois: Nurse> :;Stops to look at Hunter.:: She is out at the moment, but Dr. Ryssan is in. William Chocox: But a lot of them? Tandaris Admiran: But ... +Maryse+ Lieutenant Chocox has been analyzing the grid as a whole, and we’ve made a disturbing discovery. Maryse Dubois: Nurse> ::Points to Indaura.:: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ :: looks up from the journal he was reading :: Go ahead. Tandaris Admiran: A lot of them, together, should still just be a primitive neural network. Hunter Matheson: That works. Tandaris Admiran: They shouldn’t be doing ... that. William Chocox: Huh... William Chocox: That’s weird. Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ Um... you don't happen to recall someone in the family named Dazim? Got booted from the scientific community on Cait for carving up live nu'Khaja? Tandaris Admiran: That looks like thought: complex, ordered, distributed processing via specialized nodes. ::points at the data analysis:: Vision, language, emotion: well, not necessarily those things. But you get the idea. Maryse Dubois: +Tandaria+ Well we found a "what," working on a "why" at the moment. Have you heard of Irumodic Syndrome? William Chocox: It’s alive? Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Hmm... Dazim? You mean the Dazim that's our government contact here? Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ Yes, the degenerative neurological disorder? Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ Yes, that one. Pale as sand, just as course. Hunter Matheson: ::standing still, waving folks off, making sure they don't touch him, he turns to Indaura::: Doc? Think we need to talk. Tandaris Admiran: It was *thinking*. Or at least, attempting to do something roughly analogous to that. Maryse Dubois: +Tandaris+ Yep. That's the one. The gel packs have it. We just don't know why. William Chocox: Ah damn. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ Hang on, I’m sending you a copy of our analysis for a second opinion. ::transmits the data analysis to Maryse to see what conclusions she draws:: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Rings a bell... lemme think. :: sits back, rubs his pointy beard :: Yeah, I think Dad mentioned it a few years back. And I remember a pale teenage Cait with a bad attitude from a family trip to Cait. You were still pouncing on balls of yarn at the time. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ If I’m right, that might lead to the "why" Hunter Matheson: ::waiting::: Hunter Matheson: ::looks lost::: Doc Ryssan? Hello? Indaura Ryssan: So many new cases... Maryse Dubois: ::Loads it on the console in front of her. Frowns:: +Tandaris+ I know you may not like it, but I think you need to come up to the lab. Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ :: scowls :: I didn't pounce on balls of yarn, I pounced on Mren. Okay, so he is family then... no wonder he growled at me. Tandaris Admiran: +Maryse+ Understood. Hunter Matheson: ::hears her talking to herself:: Doc? Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: has a loud but short conversation with a number of cutting insults and words that don't make it onto the Tamarn Family Network's programming, but manages to make his point and get to his intended contact :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Get in contact with the Tennessee Valley and tell them that whatever they do, they can’t reinitialize the grid’s automatic control system. Everything will have to stay on manual control for the time being. Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ Thanks, bro. Rhan out. Rhan K'hal: :: swivels back to Miranda :: Did you catch any of that, Commander? William Chocox: Aye sir. ::gets on the comms with the Tennessee Valley:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glancing up from her report, she nodded.:: Yes, I did. And I don't like what I'm hearing, but he's serving a purpose at the moment. Rhan K'hal: What about our team? Dr. Dubois and the rest working with him. Are we going to cue them in? Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: MGS Matheson, ma'am. Just got back from Tennessee Valley and they got some weird stuff going on with their shuttles, not to mention the crews that were on planet. Think you better check me out. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: orders some samples from the production run controls and orders them for delivery :: Tandaris Admiran: ::makes his way to the medical lab, talking to himself along the way:: So how? Spontaneous? Induced? Cognitive scaffolding? Was the Irumodic syndrome a symptom or a cause? Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: leans back, looks around for Maryse :: Hey you! They're going to gather the samples and send them to one of your Starfleet sites for transport. Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the medical lab:: Tell me I’m wrong, Dr. Dubois. Tell me I’ve made a mistake, and there’s a simpler explanation. Maryse Dubois: ::Ignores how she was addressed for now.:: Good. Maybe we can get some answers. ::relieved to see Tandy.:: I wish there was. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks over, sneers at Admiran :: Explanation for what? Hunter Matheson: :::still waiting::: Indaura Ryssan: Sorry...Matheson is it? Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: What can I do for you? Hunter Matheson: Just got back from Tennessee Valley and they got some weird stuff going on with their shuttles, not to mention the crews that were on planet. Think you better check me out. Hunter Matheson: We went through decon, but now shuttles are grounded from something that's pitting the hulls. Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Let's place you in the scanning bed...hop on. Tandaris Admiran: ::Dazim:: The gel-paks, the Irumodic syndrome. The grid failure. Hunter Matheson: ::hops up, still in HAZMAT D gear::: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: flattens his ears :: Really? And here I thought you were talking about today's brunch. Get on with it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts up the scanning system :: It can even scan through that...by design. Tandaris Admiran: They were thinking. The gel-paks that controlled the power grid somehow *specialized* enough that the grid, as a whole, started having *thoughts*. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching as the scans work on Matheson :: Oh my... Indaura Ryssan: :: Taps some more :: Maryse Dubois: Which they obviously are not supposed to do. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanner still working :: I wish you had come to me sooner.. Hunter Matheson: Just got back to Excal, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: I'm afraid to have to tell you... Indaura Ryssan: :: stops the machine :: That you are... Indaura Ryssan: fine Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: ears rotate forward to perked :: Really? We're obviously going to have to figure that one out, it could be useful. :: pauses a moment :: Dangerous, uncontained of course. :: sounds mildly annoyed by that problem :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Hunter Matheson: Clear for duty, then? Tandaris Admiran: ::Maryse:: Are you sure this one hasn’t had a Scorpiad ship implanted in his brain? 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MISSION BRIEF: Engineering has returned with their guest in tow to continue working on discovering a cause to the power grid failure. Elsewhere Hunter has, yet again, found himself in need of decontamination. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::working in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::TV, checking out the gear before departing:: Cptn Swain: ::In science, looking over some data.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Heading back to sickbay after her trip to the bridge.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: eager to get away from the self-righteous spotted one, grabs a sample of the goo that was bioneural gel at one point and stomps out of the engineering lab and baps the wall panel :: Show me where the medical lab is. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: ignores the droning voice of the computer and follows the guide lights to the nearest lift, waits for it to pop open :: William Chocox: He seems cheerful. Hunter Matheson: ::upon exiting the decon unit, he spots decon specs swarming like busy little bees all over Alkaid:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to others in sickbay, cleaning up, checking on the nurses and other doctors there :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: enters the lift :: Medical laboratory, and don't make any damned side trips. Hunter Matheson: ::the bay chief meets him half way, explains the situation, and tells him to wait::: Maryse Dubois: :;Enters sickbay, seeing Indaura handling things.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Hmm. Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ Admiran to sickbay. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor :: to Dubois :: Hunter Matheson: ::he sighs and stands there, wondering how long it will take:: +Hawthorne+ Hawthorne, Matheson. How copy? Maryse Dubois: ::Curious look.:: +Admiran+ Dubois here. What can I do for you Chief? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still on the bridge, she initiated her comm.:: +Matheson+ Hawthorne here. Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: the lift, thankfully, listened to him and he exited the lift and followed the guide lights once again :: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Remember how you asked me if there was a specific pathogen or substance, ma'am? Well.... Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ We brought a visitor back to Excalibur with us. He's even less of a team player than I am. He's taken off to the medical lab to examine some questionable bio-neural gel-paks that might shed light on what happened to the power grid. Tandaris Admiran: +Dubois+ If you have someone to spare, you could send them to the lab. To help. And, um, keep an eye on him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Yes? Did they identify one? Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Apparently there's some kind of goo coming out of the (forget the name) they use for communication and such. William Chocox: He’s a right crotchety old man. Maryse Dubois: ::Even more of a curious look, sine no one said her lab would be used.:: +Admiran+ Understood. Thank you for the heads up. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: arrives at the medical lab and, because there is /some/ security on the ship, the doors don't just open when he arrives :: Dammit. :: lays on the chime :: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ They're using level D hazmat and deconing the shuttle at the moment. They say it's not major, but the bay chief isn't sure exactly what it is. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Might want to check with Tenn Valley's medical, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ The shuttle's communication relay was compromised? Do they know what sort of substance invaded the system? Is it biological? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura, a not thrilled look on her face.:: Looks like I need to deal with a guest. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Unsure, ma'am. Info comes from the bay chief. Cptn Swain: N'Dak> ::taking the bridge shift at science, he had mostly made himself busy since they'd left starbase and had avoided being on the bridge, but hid drawn something of a metaphorical short straw today.:: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ I saw an engineer down here. He might know what it is. Indaura Ryssan: Guest? Will they be staying at our fine hotel? Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Strange name. Something like Daz... Indaura Ryssan: Something I can help you with Doctor? Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: doesn't get an answer, because no one is using it - uses a very interesting combination of Standard, Caitian and Tamarn swear words in no particular order :: Maryse Dubois: If things don't go well they might. Hold down the fort. Send transfers lists to OPS if you need to make more room. ::Leaving sickbay:: +Rhan+ Dubois to K'hal. Sorry to bother you, but did anyone approve use of the medical lab and not tell me? William Chocox: Where is he now? Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Not that I'm aware of, but I do know the engineers brought someone with them. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ As for com compromised, that's negative, ma'am. It's more like a goop that they found on one of the other shuttles. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: baps the panel :: Who's in charge of this damned lab? Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Well I just got word that the guest might be trying to use the lab. ::Hearing loud cursing, then the question. Leaves her comm open.:: That would be me. Can I help you? Maryse Dubois: ::To Dazim:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks down his pale muzzle at Maryse :: That spotted upstart said we could cross-link the engineering and medical labs together to work on this. Except I can't get into the damned lab to start. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: waves his sample of the post-gel goo around recklessly in agitation :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I think he wandered off to the med lab. I just sicced a doctor on him Maryse Dubois: That's because it need my approval, which no one asked for. And I assume you are referring to our Chief Engineer. ::Looks at the goo sample. She sighs and activates the lab panel, opening it up.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Have someone on the Tennessee Valley send us a report as soon as the substance is analyzed. We will decon the shuttles returning to Excalibur as a precaution. Also, I've ordered a rest period for all pilots currently on duty. That includes you, as well. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Your damned engineer was too busy sticking his nose in the air while playing Morality Judge to do it, apparently. :: walks in, and starts flicking on equipment without a by-your-leave :: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Yes, ma'am. I'll get someone from TV to send a report. As for the rest period, rest here or on Excal? Cptn Swain: NDak> ::looks up at the conversations he's overhearing on the bridge, but continues working on passive scans of the planet.:: William Chocox: Poor DuBois. Maryse Dubois: I see. :;Lets the door close behind as she stays outside for the moment.:: +Rhan+ Still there? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hawthorne+ That is entirely up to you. I'm sure the Tennessee Valley could accommodate you, if you are so inclined. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Always. Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Yes, ma'am. Since I'm geared up, I'll just stay here a while. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Think you can send someone down to keep an eye on us? One of us may get hurt. Pretty sure it isn't going to be me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her gaze slid to Rhan.:: Who is Doctor Dubois talking about? Rhan K'hal: +Rhan+ One mo', Doc. Rhan K'hal: :: swivels back to Hawthorne :: While I haven't verified the identity with Commander Admiran, I would assume it is the expert that the AVII lent us access to. And unless the transporter sensors are short-sighted today, it appears to be a Cait. Indaura Ryssan: :: Wondering what the Doctor is working on... :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: setting up various scans on the goo in individual devices, content to be working alone in blessed silence again for a while :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: his brow furrowed in concentration as his mind works over the problem and how to handle it :: Hunter Matheson: ::he catches the bay chief to get a copy of the report, the chief sends him to the corpsman on duty, and he *finally* gets someone to send a copy of the med report whenever it is available::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her nostrils flared with irritation and she uttered those two words that carried so much danger.:: I see. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ Hawthorne to my current, but easily replaceable Chief Engineer. William Chocox: So, what are you working on? William Chocox: Uh oh. Tandaris Admiran: +Hawthorne+ Yes, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Hoping she gets an answer soon, because she does not want to leave Dazim alone in her lab.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ Who did you bring on my ship without authorization, and why is he currently wandering about without a security escort? Rhan K'hal: :: knows that look, swivels back :: +Maryse+ I'll come down myself. It's getting awfully hot up here. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Thank you. I'll see you soon. Cptn Swain: ::Blissfully unaware of whatever tensions were mounting, he got another cup of tea from replicator and began looking over the most recent issue of a journal for stellar cartography.:: Tandaris Admiran: +Hawthorne+ Is this one Caitian? Rhan K'hal: :: calls for his relief, which pops out of the ready access lounge in a few seconds - explains the situation quickly and scurries into the lift :: Medical lab. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ THIS one?! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::That was definitely not the right answer.:: Tandaris Admiran: +Hawthorne+ I mean, yes, definitely a Caitian. Rude? Dazim. He's here to help, despite his protestations. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: running a few control copies after breaking open an access hatch and grabbing a spare normal gelpack :: Hunter Matheson: # ::kicks back in the flight lounge while they do their thing with the Alkaid::: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: since they're the same model used on AVII, except for the language on the info stamps, it was good enough for him and a lot faster than trying to requisition one through these Starfleet hacks :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ He’s churlish, not necessarily dangerous. Rhan K'hal: :: pops out of the lift and trots down to the medical lab doors :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the lab, looking at what he was doing.:: I am Dr. Dubois. Chief Medical Officer. Sorry, but I didn't get your name. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I didn't give it to you. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks back as Rhan enters. Very relieved look.:: Well I think you should, since I'm nice enough to let you use my equipment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ That still doesn't explain why he's wandering about the ship without a security escort. Or any escort, for that matter. You brought him aboard, he is your responsibility. If anything happens while he's here, it is coming out of your spotted hide. Hunter Matheson: # ::waves the other guys from Excal to take a load off per orders Excal XO:: Tandaris Admiran: +Hawthorne+ Yes, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Admiran+ And your 'special project' budget! ::Which would probably hurt him even more.:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Dazim. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: sniffs, looks over as the door opens and sees Rhan - peels his lip back and growls deep in his throat :: Maryse Dubois: Well Mr. Dazim... ::Backs off a little at the growl.:: What exactly is your project that you are working on? Rhan K'hal: :: adjusts his ears into WTF mode - hasn't been growled at since a dispute over a girl in high school - and that was because her dog was jealous :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: snaps out of it, squints at Maryse :: Just Dazim. And I'm trying to figure out why bioneural gel turned into THIS. ::dramatically lets some of the goo drip from one container to another :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowling, she sank back into her chair and informed security of their guest, herself, with orders to keep track of him.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at the goo.:: Viral or bacterial infection? Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I haven't been able to find out yet between waiting outside the bloody door and now having to play social hour. :: shuts the door on one of the machines smartly and presses the big green button :: Cptn Swain: Security> ::a random goldfish was on duty and got the message, lifting an eyebrow but passes the not along to one of the officers on duty to report to the med lab and keep watch.:: Rhan K'hal: :: doesn't bother trying to keep his voice down, knowing the Caitian ears as well as he does :: I see what you meant, Doc. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Did she seem upset? Hunter Matheson: # +Hawthorne+ Hawthorne, Matheson. Doc Trajan has a report on the goo. Sending it your way. How copy? Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to clench her first.:: May I have a sample? I'll make some sub-molecular scans. William Chocox: ::blinks:: Did she seem upset? William Chocox: Just a smidge. Hunter Matheson: # ::goes for more coffee:: Cptn Swain: ::Leaning back in his chair, he noticed the time.:: +Miranda+ Swain to Miranda Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: gestures at the goo in the universal "help yourself" way, except his manages to convey contempt at the same time :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Thank you. Will review as soon as I get it. ::Sighs.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Yes, Captain? Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: per Rhan's request, updates 39 Tango to narrow their search results on Dazim to Caitians - maybe they'll finally get a result :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a sample, shooting a look at Rhan as she turns her back from Dazim. She then sets her sample into the middle of a device, flipping it on.:: Rhan K'hal: :: stands by, and doesn't have to try too hard to look intimidating, as even he towered over the short and skinny grumpy Cait :: William Chocox: I think she was serious about our fun budget. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks over results as his machine beeps :: Not pathogenic. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Just checking in. It's been quite. I assume everything is going well? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at the scans.:: Whatever did this, completely changed the structure. You can't even call this bio-neural anymore. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: pulls out the sample, shoves it neatly into the used biohazard container - whatever else you can say about him,. he knows his way around a lab :: Still trying to figure out if this is a result of the power grid breakdown or a cause. Or a combination. That narrows down some things though. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ I was thinking about having tea sandwiches for lunch. Did you know the computer has something like a thousand different varieties? I have to admit, I did not know, for example, that Vulcans could grow cucumbers. Seems awfully dry on Vulcan for them. Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishing up on her patients :: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: helps himself to Maryse's data :: Maryse Dubois: Maybe it was exposed to another chemical compound. Something harder to detect/ Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda snorted.:: +Swain+ That's so interesting. Everything is well in hand, Captain. Business as usual. Incidentally, I may be skinning our Chief Engineer soon. But that's normal, right? Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Just make sure you fill out all the correct paper work, Commander. Let me know if anything comes up. Hakran K'hal: Dazim> That's why we're running the tests and not sitting back with a holonovel and alcohol. Maryse Dubois: ::Would talk under her breath but knows he would hear. Instead she simply wishes she had some alcohol.:: Rhan K'hal: :: as the goldshirt comes in :: Okay Doc, I should head back to the bridge. See if I can rustle up some more data my own way. Rhan K'hal: :: wants to know about this Dazim a lot more now :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up.:: Thank you Rhan. Rhan K'hal: :: nods, heads out and trots faster than he came back to the lift :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's engineering crew continues to investigate the failure of the power grid, now with some reluctant assistance from a "local." Security is assisting planet side with distribution of aide supplies, while medical has continued to serve as a triage overflow for the Mary Seacole. Flight and Operations have been busy assisting the Tennessee Valley with logistics. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grumpily shimmers back into existence wherever Will's ground zero coordinates were :: William Chocox: @ ::Is there:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::finalizing the last shipment from Tennessee Valley and preparing to depart:: Tandaris Admiran: @::materializes near Chocox:: William Chocox: @ Hello sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::It's nasty down here, so he's in a protective flight suit (non HAZMAT) just so he doesn't spoil his nice clean uniform that's not very nice and clean anymore::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowls with all the might that a short, scrawny, scraggly platinum blonde Caitian can muster :: So where the hell are we then? Tandaris Admiran: @ Chocox, this is Dazim, the disembodied voice who was abusing us earlier. Tandaris Admiran: @ I invited him along so he can abuse us more in person. Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the bridge TL doors as he hears them open. shoots Maryse a smile as he languidly pokes at his console :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Back on the bridge, Miranda was monitoring their various team locations and reviewing the reports from the other starfleet vessels.:: William Chocox: @ You always did know how to have a great time. William Chocox: @ And to answer your question, you are right here. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> If I wanted a smart-ass remark to my question I would've answered it myself. :: huffs, checks the map on his watch :: Cptn Swain: ::Still in astrometrics, letting his crew do their thing.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she walks over to Rhan, setting a PADD by him.:: Transfer list for those that can return to the Mary Seacole. I would have simply sent it to you, but I needed to get out of sickbay. William Chocox: @ You know the area better than I. Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, letting Swain do his thing while he works on crew evaluations :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::he's not that far from the convo with Daz, and it's hard to ignore, but he forces himself to at least try 'cause he really doesn't want to anything more atm::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Major node 3, Vrr'reait province, 42 clicks outside the capital. Whoopee. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: So what makes you think this is ground zero? William Chocox: @ The wave of power loss starts from here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, how many are you transferring off the Excalibur? Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I imagine you did. :: tapps the PADD and uploads the list to his console, makes a few annotations and sends it down to the TR :: There we go, sickbay will get less crowded in a few minutes. Maryse Dubois: As many as we can. We'll still hold the ones not medically fit to return. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Nothing particularly special about this site. There are 143 more just like it. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles to Rhan.:: Thanks. William Chocox: @ Correct, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't the point of failure. Rhan K'hal: Easy-peasy. Hunter Matheson: @ ::he enters the shuttle for a visual of the cargo, to make sure it's clear for launch:: Tandaris Admiran: @ OK, let’s take a look. I’ll pull the command-processing unit. You take a look at the hub, see if there was a mechanical failure. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::starts poking around:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to see a message from Rhan about something, marks it as read. He assumed if it were important he would have been interrupted.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And most of the injuries were manageable? Any fatalities? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: glances around, finds a suitable container to sit on and does so smartly :: I'll be right here. :: starts poking at his watch some more :: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head. No thankfully. Hunter Matheson: @ ::signs off, passes the PADD to the engineer in charge, then readies for launch::: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::enters the bridge from the side lift, still wearing her flight suit.:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: keeps an ear pointed toward both of them - not because he wants to be ready to answer a question however :: Tandaris Admiran: @::moves to the command processors, removes the access hatch:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::straps in, gets an all clear and tells TV wheels-up, en route, ETA and all that jazz:: Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the doors again, gives Constance a little wave/salute :: Tandaris Admiran: @::frowns at the smell emanating:: What the? ::pulls out a rack of gel-paks and finds them leaking a sickly goo:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Raises a hand in greeting to the fighter commander.:: d'Aubigne, how goes the effort? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: looks up and over, grunts :: William Chocox: @::looks over:: That is sub optimal. Tandaris Admiran: @ It smells worse than that time we couldn’t remember if we were making moonshine or organic solvent for explosives. Tandaris Admiran: @ That was ... not a good day. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Smiles:: Not bad. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: rolls eyes, reluctantly hauls himself up and clomps over to Tandaris, sniffs :: Cptn Swain: d'A> My pilots are ready for a rest, though. Tandaris Admiran: @::scanning the gel-paks now:: Should have brought a medical tricorder. William Chocox: @ Well, we have what we have. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Slight whiff of heating from the power surge that went through here, but even if you boiled it, electrocuted it, battered it and fried it, shouldn't come out like that. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Hands her a PADD:: We've moved quite abit of cargo the last few hours, as you can see. Tandaris Admiran: @ This appears to be a byproduct of advanced dendritic decay. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: hauls a Tamarn military issue scanner out of his backpack and scans it himself :: Tandaris Admiran: @ The question is ... did the power failure cause this, or is this the cause of the failure? Hunter Matheson: # ::smooth landing on TV, and he's ready for another round::: William Chocox: @ Could be both. Hunter Matheson: # ::except that the bay chief nixes the idea and calls over HAZMAT to have a good look:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Gel-pak failure leads to power failure leads to a feedback surge that destroys the neural structure? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> I've worked with the gel for almost a quarter of a century and I've never seen it like that. Tandaris Admiran: @ If so, we might not be able to find enough evidence for what caused the original failure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the PADD to have a look, scrolling through the list.:: Yes, quite a few requests. If things have slowed down, feel free to give them a few hours of respite. Send the relief crews in slower rotations. Most of the remaining supplies aren't critical. William Chocox: @ Which is unfortunate. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::nods:: They'll appreciate the rest, I am sure. Hunter Matheson: # ::so he, the shuttle, and the crew are given a good look::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: shrugs :: If my lab was in one piece I could analyze this more closely. However, as Spotty can attest, that is not an option. Tandaris Admiran: @ What kind of equipment would you need? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'hal, send word to our pilots that those currently on duty are to take a mandatory break for rest, no less than half a shift, as soon as they return to the Excalibur. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> A full medical lab, cross-bred with a biology lab, and then in a fit of kink, also mated with an engineering lab. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. William Chocox: @ Well, what if they're in separate locations but networked together? Rhan K'hal: +Pilots+ Excalibur to Excalibur flight crews. Orders from on high, as soon as you return to Excalibur, you are to take at least one-half shift off. Hunter Matheson: # ::they're all dragged off for class D decon, and the shuttle itself is hosed down::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Annoying, but probably the best we can expect. William Chocox: @ We have all of those in orbit don't we Commander? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Unless you'd like to rebuild my lab for me. Tandaris Admiran: @ We do. Hunter Matheson: # ::as he's dragged off:: +COM+ Matheson to Excal Medical Cptn Swain: d'A> ::smiles:: If you'll excuse me then, I am going to head to down and get something to eat. Tandaris Admiran: @ Maybe after we've completed our present mission. ::stacking the gel-pak racks for transport:: William Chocox: @ Alright. Rhan K'hal: :: gets a bloop on his console, checks it :: Commander, you had some sort of search query out to 39 Tango? They've flashed you a file. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Do we need anything else from here? William Chocox: @ Not that I'm aware of. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Should get a sample of the backup gel as well, see if that was compromised as well. We want to be thorough, don't we? Hunter Matheson: # +Dubois+ Tenn Valley medical got us in for class D decon (minimal), so you might want to prepare for it. It's nasty down there, ma'am. William Chocox: @ Of course. Tandaris Admiran: @ Agreed. ::Chocox:: And once we're back on board, contact each of the engineering teams from the Tennessee Valley. Request that they deliver a representative sampling of gel-paks from each of the control nodes. I want to know how extensive this problem is. Hunter Matheson: # ::pulled in, stripped, clipped, hosed, and not feeling too great about it:: Tandaris Admiran: @::pulls several of the backups:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: makes an unpleasant face :: This is just not my week. Lab blows up, get harassed by a Trill, and now I have to go on a Starfleet ship. Tandaris Admiran: @::stops:: Tandaris Admiran: @::turns:: Seriously? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Did you forget your trespassing already? Tandaris Admiran: @::waves arm:: Have you looked around lately? Not *your* week? Try not this *planet's* week. Do you know how many people were injured or died when the grid failed? Do you know how many people right now are just struggling to get by? And you're worried about your *lab equipment*? William Chocox: @ He's like, the most important guy Commander. Cptn Swain: (( oooooo )) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> You've just noticing now that I'm a self-obsessed ****? Usually people pick up on that sooner when I have the misfortune of having to deal with them. Tandaris Admiran: @ So excuse me if I'm cramping your "irate recluse" style, but I'm not here to be nice to you. You're going to help us, or you can go back to your burnt out little hovel and sulk all on your lonesome while we do our job. Tandaris Admiran: @::turns back around:: +Excalibur+ Admiran to Excalibur. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grunts :: I owe the government here enough to put up with you for a while longer I suppose. William Chocox: @ Mind your step if you go into engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Overhearing the comm from Hunter, she shot one back.:: +Hunter+ Matheson, what is your current position? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: curls lip at Will :: Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ Go ahead, Commander. Tandaris Admiran: @+K'hal+ Three people and some equipment to beam directly to engineering lab alpha, please. William Chocox: @ There's some things in there that you should be careful about touching. Some of us have reputations. Hunter Matheson: # ::the sound echoes:: +Hawthorne+ Decon chamber, Tennessee Valley, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ :: gets a lock, tweaks an ear seeing one of them is a Caitian :: Locked on, Commander. Energizing. :: presses the big sorta pink button :: Hunter Matheson: # ::he shivers as he exits the chamber and they hand them fresh suits, this time for level D HAZMAT:: William Chocox: ::shimmers:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: beams into the engineering lab, looks around with a critical eye :: Tandaris Admiran: ::a bit more curt than before:: OK, let's get to work. William Chocox: ::goes to a console:: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Hunter Matheson: (Level A is not cool. Level D is "um... you might get sick, but not likely") Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I'd do better with the medical lab equipment. Not to mention we'd see less of each other for a while. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hunter+ Did they clock a specific pathogen or substance, or just taking precautionary measures? William Chocox: ::shrugs:: Hunter Matheson: # +Hawthorne+ No idea, ma'am. They just hosed us off, treated for level D, then gave us new suits. With level D, I'm going to guess it's not really bad, but it might be. You'd have to ask medical over here about that one. Rhan K'hal: :: notes everything and everyone is up properly, turns his attention back to babysitting a mostly automated process at this point :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1008.2017 Excalibur's engineering crew continues to investigate the failure of the power grid, now with some reluctant assistance from a "local." Security is assisting planet side with distribution of aide supplies, while medical has continued to serve as a triage overflow for the Mary Seacole. Flight and Operations have been busy assisting the Tennessee Valley with logistics.

MISSION BRIEF: Engineering has decamped to the planet to begin investigating the cause of the planet-wide power failure. Medical is continuing to assist with triage overflow. Operations and flight are working to assist in delivery of supplies. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowling at the spotted interloper :: William Chocox: @::continues working at his console on the surface:: Tandaris Admiran: @::finishes sniffing (inspecting) the burnt-out gel pack, and rests it atop a precarious pile of equipment:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> When I agreed with the planetary government to assist you Starfleet types, because anyone else that has any familiarity with the system is either dead and indisposed or alive and indisposed. It didn't include you trespassing. Now get out, and maybe in an hour if you ask nicely to come see me I might say yes. And I may not have you arrested. Maybe. Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, finishing up a patient. Her teams had finally finished up the worst of the situation and were beginning to wind down.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::In the briefing room for security/marines:: Rhan K'hal: :: makes his way onto the bridge :: Indaura Ryssan: :: helping in medical.. bunch of boo boos :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda popped into sickbay to have a look around, having not had a chance to touch base with the medical staff during the crisis.:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Sure, yeah. ::begins milling about as if this was what he had been invited to do:: The Federation flirted with bio-neural gel pack technology about a decade ago but scaled it back once we encountered serious maintenance overhead. And on a planet this size... tell me, how did you solve the synaptic signal degradation over such distances? Atos Ch'kivar: :: seated in the briefing room, talking about the current state of affairs among his fellow security personnel before the briefing begins :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves at Miranda while she fixes someone's knee :: Rhan K'hal: :: not seeing the Commander on the bridge, settles in at a console - the info he was bringing wasn't marked urgent :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances to Apostrophe:: According to planetary security things have been going okay, but they have asked for us to assist to allow them to rotate their people out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She offered Indaura a wave and began a brief inspection of their current patient load.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to see Miranda.:: Hello Commander. ::Playing with a PADD.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor. How are things here? I see the chaos has mostly subsided. Indaura Ryssan: Getting down to the more minor injuries... things a regenerator can fix. Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods thoughtfully to Augustin :: "According to" and what is actually going on can greatly vary, I have found. I'm sure we'll be able keep things running smoothly regardless though, sir. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::nods:: Exactly, so everyone should be on their toes. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: All of the serious injuries have been treated. Triage also reports things have slowed. The Mary Seacole can have some of them back now if they want. ::Smirks.:: William Chocox: @::finds a section of the grid that looks interesting:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> *I* didn't. The Tamarns and the indigenous Verans did about a half century ago. Apparently they stumbled over something accidentally and ran with it. *squints at the spotted one* They increased the node size at determined intervals to re-process the data being passed and then send it along newly amplified. It does create a minute delay, but nothing that bothers a system of this nature. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Hands out PADDS:: Here are your assignments. We will mostly be deployed in the three larger metro areas where Tennessee Valley and the Mary Seacole have established bases of operations already. Their people are handling base security, while we we will be involved in general policing and assisting at supply distribution points. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> It's also how small variations in the power flow are adjusted, because the gel nodes are fed the new data and recalculate when they re-process. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Looks down and scans through the information on his newly received PADD, then looks up to Augustin:: When do we head out? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Though all patients that are no longer critical can be transferred planetside to the triage areas there. Most can be taken by family to convalesce. Contact OPs and have them transported as soon as you like. Cptn Swain: Augustin> As soon as possible. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: gives up on trying to tidy up for now and shoves what detritus he was carrying into a bin with a bang :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> We'll be taking shuttles down since the transporters are largely being reserved for other usages. Report to the flight deck with your supplies. Tandaris Admiran: @ Hmm. I could see that working in this context. ::picks up something that looks vaguely dangerous:: So if there were a cascade failure in one section of the grid.... Atos Ch'kivar: ::Nods curtly to Augustin:: Yes, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: with most of the regular staff off working elsewhere, the bridge is whisper quiet - half wants to grab a tricorder and make sure the relief workers are actually alive :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Thank you. It'll be nice to have open spaces again. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Exits the briefing room and heads out to gather his assigned supplies:: Maryse Dubois: ::Begins compiling lists of transfers.:: Anything else you would like to discuss, Commander? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Successive nodes should recalculate and stop the cascade, shunting power into specific overflow diverters to safely exhaust anything over system specs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Have either of you ran an analysis on our guests? I'm curious to know how their genetic makeup differs from our own. Is it true that their blood is blue? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Why it didn't in this case... that's what you're on planet for. How you expect to find that out by barging in here is beyond me. But then Starfleet does have a tendency to make perfectly decent people into morons. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Enters turbolift after attaining the appropriate supplies and takes it down to the shuttle bay:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Watches as his crew shuffles out, and heads for the shuttle bay, his own goods already preped:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Oh, no, I did that all on myself, I assure you. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: It is actually, but that isn't much of a problem. After all we have Bolians and Andorians in our crew. Their internal structure is a little different from standard humanoids, but with modern medical technology we managed just fine. Tandaris Admiran: @ ::sets the dangerous thing on top of the same pile as the burnt-out gel pack:: So what, exactly, is your role here, if they had everything set up hundreds of years ago? Indaura Ryssan: :: nods with Maryse :: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Strides across the shuttle bay, through the busied chaos of things, and enters his assigned shuttle behind a few fellow security personnel:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: See if you can get a genetic workup done for me. Our database has very little on these people. They're not within the Federation, so we don't really have access to them. This is our chance to glean as much information on them as possible. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> The Tamarn have a good business going here, being the foremost supplier of bioneural and biomemetic gel to the Federation and more besides. I am a researcher with the gel and ways to make it do more things, which would be even better for their business. They let me research and provide me with gel, I present them with my findings and they engage in commerce with the delight of a Ferengi getting oo-mox. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, we should get one male and one female onto a biobed with the body scanner. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Gets in the shuttle behind Atos:: William Chocox: @::looks closer at the spot he was inspecting:: +Admiran+ Commander? I may have a lead to ground zero. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Takes a seat in the shuttle and buckles in:: Tandaris Admiran: @ What kind of research? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Makes his way to the front of the shuttle and speaks briefly to the pilot before returning to the cabin and settling in across from Atos:: Ensign. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> There, your minion is calling. Now you can run along and do what you're supposed to be doing instead of bothering me. You may COMM me if you have a SPECIFIC question. Transport in unannounced again and I guarantee you won't find the prison conditions on this planet pleasant, especially without power. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Nods back to his superior officer with a slight smile:: Sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Go ahead and begin scans. We already have plenty of blood samples. Cptn Swain: Augustin> It's a shame we won't have the chance, but I hear the skiing in region we're going to is supposed to be excellent. Tandaris Admiran: @ You seem to have a very low opinion of me. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::buckles in as the transport shuttle lifts off the deck heading towards open space:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: lopsided ears :: I have a low opinion of most people, which is why I research goo for a living. While I appreciate rudeness, as I'm rather good at it myself, doesn't mean that it endears me to people who practice it on me. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Cocks his head to the side:: Who knows? Perhaps the situation will be resolved with recreational time to spare. Indaura Ryssan: :: Calls to the group :: May I have a volunteer, one male, the other female for a more intensive medical evaluation. It is important for us to have a complete baseline for which to better help you now and in the future. Tandaris Admiran: @ But what do you rate my chances of being able to get to the bottom of all this? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Snorts:: An optimist! I see you haven't been with this boat long. Cptn Swain: Augustin> But let's hope so. I would be nice for a change. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Absolutely zero if you don't start working on it. Otherwise I don' know whether you can find your ass in a room full of mirrors, so how in Errakht should I know? Atos Ch'kivar: ::Chuckles back at Augustin:: Every ship needs one, sir...or so I'm told. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::nods:: Fair enough. Tandaris Admiran: @ So why don't you come with me to investigate ground zero? Otherwise, if I fail, you're right back to where you started. Or worse, if this happens again. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The patients look at Indaura with surprise. Cptn Swain: Patient> ::quietly:: Uh we are not... ::blushes:: we are not gendered in such a binary fashion. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Settles back into his seat as the shuttle enters the planet's atmosphere:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Bah. If finding out the cause of this gets you out of my fur faster, then so be it. You're like a nu'Khaja with a carcass. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda arched an eyebrow at the patient's response and smiled.:: Well, now that is interesting... Indaura Ryssan: Oh, well then. How about just any old volunteer Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Not entirely surprising. Andorians have four genders. Tandaris Admiran: @::clasps his hands together:: Excellent. I don't know what that is, but it sounds delightful. Tandaris Admiran: @+Chocox+ Sorry for the delay. I was... nu'Khaja-ing. Send me the coordinates of this ground zero and we'll meet you there. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grunts, shakes head :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does as well as the shuttle enters the upper atmosphere:: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) William Chocox: @+Admiran+ Aye sir. And I'll just not ask what the hell you just said. ::sends coordinates:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grabs a backpack and slings it over his slender shoulder :: Tandaris Admiran: @::sends the coordinates to Excalibur and has them prepare to transport Dazim and himself to the coordinates:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the shuttle enters the lower atmosphere, the pilot gives the viewers and the security grunt a good look at the planet's northern climes: a stunning vista indeed. Tall, towering snow capped mountains. Rhan K'hal: TR> +Admiran+ Transporter ready, Commander. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Stares with wonder at the expansive view:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is assisting two other Federation vessels aiding the recovery of Alpha Veras II, which has suffered a catastrophic failure of its power network. Excalibur's medical team continues to serve as over-flow triage, while operations and flight crew help ferry supplies from the Tennessee Valley and the Excalibur to the surface. Engineering has been tasked with investigating the original failure of the power grid. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: doing the organizing of the things :: William Chocox: ::is on the surface with Tandaris:: Cptn Swain: ((If you're on the surface, Grab an @ __)) Tandaris Admiran: @::just materialized on the planet at the primary control centre for the planetary power grid:: William Chocox: ((::grabs an @ and appends it to his statement::)) Tandaris Admiran: @::to someone who is rushing by, clearly stressed:: Excu... oh. Tandaris Admiran: @::reaches out to grab another passer-by:: Hello, we're.. ah. William Chocox: @::whistles:: Can you help us please? Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping those in need, and their needs were many. Hunter Matheson: @ ::just outside cargo shuttle Alkaid, checking inventory as it rolls off::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sickbay gets another round of patients with various burns, nothing too serious though Tamran physiology can be a bit tricky. They appear to be genetically augmented and have a difficult to synthesize blood that bonds with copper, similar to Romulans. Tandaris Admiran: @ Ah, whistling. If only I hadn't traded away that ability on Serionis Prime to a genie in exchange for a very, very good... ::suddenly realizes where they are:: Yes, well. William Chocox: @ Genies are real? Tandaris Admiran: @::gives Chocox that look he uses when Chocox says something strange:: Everything is real. Tandaris Admiran: @::hefts his toolkit and helps himself to a console, interfacing his tricorder:: William Chocox: @ Alrighty then. ::walks up to the console:: Tandaris Admiran: @::begins interfering:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> +Admiran+ :: voice only comes out of the console Admiran just interfaced with, sounding strangely like Sean Connery except with more of a hiss than a lisp :: Sso, you're the Sstarfleet officcersss? Hakran K'hal: @^ Indaura Ryssan: :: Uses her mix of charm and good looks to help the overflow triage...mostly her charm... :: Tandaris Admiran: @ Oh, hello, Computer. ::pets the console affectionately:: Yes, I am Commander Tandaris Admiran, and this is Lieutenant William Chocox, from the USS Excalibur. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox, aside:: The voice synthesizer module could use an upgrade, if we have time. William Chocox: @ Scotland not doing it for you? Hunter Matheson: @ ::signs off, hops aboard, contacts Tennessee FOps, and lifts off for another round::: Hakran K'hal: (( for the sake of ease, I'm going to stop over S'ing, you'll just have to hiss it yourself )) Tandaris Admiran: ((Understood!)) Tandaris Admiran: ((Basically like the real Sean Connery and any accent ever)) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +Admiran+ I don't care if you're the entire Federation council, if you don't stop doing that to the console it will explode. Power grid failure, consoles. Surely you Starfleeters have learned your lesson in that by now. Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ Of course! I was just trying to get someone's attention. ::stops messing with the console:: Can you give me a report on your system status? Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: They really got burned on an aftermarket AI personality, didn't they? William Chocox: @ Yes they did. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +Admiran+ My :: finger quotes implied :: "system status" is rather cranky and tired of eating the crap they're handing out at the relief shelters. But I was asked to help you, so here I am, or at least all of me that you're going to get while you're thousands of clicks away. Tandaris Admiran: @::penny drops:: Oh, sorry. Voice coming from a console, naturally assumed you were... synthetic. Wait, are you synthetic? You did mention eating … but then again … Tandaris Admiran: @ ::waves his hand:: Anyway, synthetic, organic. We are here to help get to the bottom of your grid failure. William Chocox: @ Occam's Razor sir. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Good point. Probably organic then. Synthetics usually aren't this... ornery sounding. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ Yes, we wouldn't want any repeats, would we. :: almost sounds amused :: Well, what are you waiting for? Start detecting. If you have any questions about gel or how it's integrated in the system, ask. If it's a purely mechanical engineering matter, I assume you know your ass from a shuttlepod already. William Chocox: @ I have a little bit of experience with overloaded power systems. Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ And how may we address you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning someone's knee :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ Dazim. Just Dazim. Didn't your own people tell you? This is why I hate dealing with Starfleet and their mumblemumble :: out of distance of the comm unit grumbling continues :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::departs Tennessee with materiel going to the primary grid control center::: William Chocox: @ How were we supposed to know that? Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ My own people tell me lots of things. I mostly don't bother to listen. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: See if you can start accessing whatever passes for system logs around here and find us the logs leading up to the incident time. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::gets working:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ :: doesn't bother to mute his mic, and various clanks, clunks, bangs and the occasional curse continue to filter through the console Admiran chose :: Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: In particular, I want to know if there was a specific location the failure began, or if it was simultaneous across the entire grid. Hunter Matheson: @ ::on approach, notices the mess they have to negotiate to land and hovers for a while as they sort things out with the loadmaster chief:: William Chocox: @ On it. William Chocox: @ ::works on getting through the logs:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sealing a cut :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::sets down in an area that actually has room to offload:: Tandaris Admiran: @::knows very little about bioneural tech, but having been a doctor with a specialty in neurology in a past life, he thinks he can wing it:: Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ So, Dazim, prior to the failure, was there anything weird happening with the bioneural circuitry? Any warning signs? Some sickness? Tandaris Admiran: @::taps on his combadge, then on his tricorder a few times, while he waits for a response:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ :: grumbles his way back into mic range :: I know about as much as you do, although overhearing the other various and sundry academics around these parts that there had been an alert of some sort at the nearby gel production plant before this part of the grid fried. William Chocox: @ Thank you! ::focuses his attention there:: Tandaris Admiran: @::tap tap:: Ah-hah! Got you. Tandaris Admiran: @::turns to Chocox:: Carry on. I'll be back. ::thinks:: Maybe. Tandaris Admiran: @::taps combadge again:: Energize. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::is immune to Tandy's weirdness at this point:: Rhan K'hal: :: meanwhile, aboard the ship, gets a response from 39 Tango about the request that Hawthorne had tagged - shoots it off to her and Swain before heading off to lunch :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::waiting for them to offload, he wanders the area, checking it out::: Tandaris Admiran: @::dematerializes and then rematerializes in Dazim's workshop(?), having traced the comm signal:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: hears a transporter beam, looks over at the materializing Trill with his arms full of various fried lab equipment :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::and just happens to find Cho busy at the console, doing the boss's work::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Make yourself at home, why don't you? :: a very pale blonde, almost white-furred Cait, with flyaway hair and a short scrawny build scowls over at Tandy :: William Chocox: @ Greetings Mr. Matheson. Tandaris Admiran: @::looks around the crowded room, coughs slightly:: It's so messy! Tandaris Admiran: @::flashes a grin at Dazim:: I love it already! Hunter Matheson: @ Hey, Sir. You alone down here? William Chocox: @ Commander Admiran is around somewhere. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Oh, you'd love it if your lab exploded and you'd have to clean up, piece together your research and start over, would you? :: tosses a crispy gelpack at him :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> If you enjoy it so much, YOU clean it up. Hunter Matheson: @ ::he nods, looking around:: nasty mess here. Think it's even fixable? Cptn Swain: (( two minute warning )) Tandaris Admiran: @::catches the gelpack and begins sniffing it:: I don't know if I'd say I *love* it, but I've gotten used to it at this point. Indaura Ryssan: :: more healing :: William Chocox: @ Few things are unfixable. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Now that you've invaded my privacy, without my approval I will add, either make your intent known or I'll shoot you. It's legal here, you know. Tandaris Admiran: @ I made the mistake, you see, of teaching my assistant how to blow things up. ::shakes his head:: Of my regrets in this lifetime, that is but one. Hunter Matheson: @ Guess that's why you're the engineer and I just drive. William Chocox: @ I can teach you, at least the basics. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: looks around, wondering where that disruptor got to in the mess :: Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... ::holding up a hand:: that's okay, sir. I'm good with flying. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole. Medical is serving as overflow triage for the Seacole, while operations assist with the transfer of heavy equipment to both the Tennessee Valley and the surface. Commander Adarius Stewart has beamed over from the Tennessee Valley to brief Engineering on the situation on the surface. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping more of the low priority patients :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::showing signs of having slept very little over the last several days, the tall, blonde-haired commander made his way towards engineering:: William Chocox: ::is in engineering:: Tandaris Admiran: ::in engineering, has replicated some refreshments:: Rhan K'hal: :: up on Deck A, borrowing the TIC because there's too many things going to too many places to keep track of on the bridge :: William Chocox: Hors d'oeurves? Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::enters engineering, an assistant in tow, and carrying several PADDs:: Hunter Matheson: ::monitoring the offloading, checking the manifest::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I figure they've probably had a tough few days, could use some welcoming. Hakran K'hal: :: with his eyes doing much better now, taking advantage of the time to read up on the various biological gels AVII produces to understand how it works a bit better :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was waiting in engineering, as well, wanting to hear what Stewart had to say on the situation. Trying to stay out of Tandy's affairs was difficult. She kept spotting 'special projects' of his or Will's that she wanted to confiscate or disassemble.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Rounds the corner into main engineering, smiles haggardly towards the Excalibur staff:: William Chocox: Hello. Tandaris Admiran: ::lays down the last tray of food on top of a quiescent "special project", one of several he had deliberately left out for Miranda to see so that she wouldn't suspect what he was really up to:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Morning... or is it afternoon? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> More incoming wounded were beamed to medical and secondary triage. William Chocox: Time is relative. Lunch time doubly so. Tandaris Admiran: Hello, Commander Stewart. I'm Commander Admiran. This is Commander Hawthorne, Lieutenant Chocox. Indaura Ryssan: This is a lot of people... :: examines a new person :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Nods:: This is my assistant Petty Officer Collie. Hunter Matheson: @ ::deep in discussion with the bay chief and CENG regarding supplies::: William Chocox: Greetings. Cptn Swain: Stewart> I've been put in charge of getting something resembling a working power grid up and running. ::Sighs:: It's been going about as well as you might imagine. Rhan K'hal: :: discusses the potential in-seat time for the pilots with LCdr d'Aubigne, and whether or not to start shorting their time now so they can be back in rotation faster than working them up to limits - no way the transfers will continue on without any hitches :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> My people are working double time on that. ::Shakes his head:: Whole thing is about as messy as Kovian spider-rat nest. Tandaris Admiran: What are your current priorities and where best can we send personnel to help you out? Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning someone's leg :: Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out of her office, she returns to main sickbay.:: I understand more wounded are beaming over. ::Begins assisting a patient.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Nods:: My people know how to rebuild a power network, but what we could use and what Captain Charen has asked me to request your assistance with is looking into what caused the explosion in the first place. Cptn Swain: Stewart> We've got some ideas... based on the kind of damage that was done ... but we've barely had time to even consider them. Cptn Swain: Stewart> Normally we'd have the locals take the lead on this, but they're in over their head. Some of their best people were severely injured or killed in the initial explosions. William Chocox: Some might say that we're good at explosions. Cptn Swain: Collie> ::lifts a brow:: Maryse Dubois: ((Considering you cause most of them.)) Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Glances to Miranda and Admiran:: I can tell you what we know so far, if that helps. William Chocox: ((You blow up one EPS system.)) Maryse Dubois: ((And make a bomb)) Cptn Swain: (( You came very, very close to us having a new ship! )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((Let's not get tangled up with who blew up whom.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, it would. Something like this doesn't just... happen... unless there's faulty equipment or faulty people. Hunter Matheson: @ ::taking a good look at the planetary situation::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating a burn :: Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes with her patient and then moves to a computer terminal. She brings up a status report for the Triage units.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::decides on coords, then hops aboard the Alkaid, powers up, and engages the com:: +Excal+ Matheson aboard Alkaid to Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Takes a PADD from Collie:: Yeah. As I said we haven't been able to spend a lot of time working out the details but we do have a rough timeline of events. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Hunter+ Go ahead, Alkaid. William Chocox: Alright. Cptn Swain: Stewart> The planet utilizes a somewhat complex network of M/AM, hyrdo, and geothermal energy stations networked across the planet with three different EPS subsystems. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Alkaid has been directed to coordinates 25.2744 S by 133.7751 E for a supply drop. It's dicey on planet. I will report on arrival. How copy? Cptn Swain: Stewart> They had been in the process of replacing one of the older subsystems with a newer one supplied by the Federation, but work had largely been stalled as the weather in the region it was located had been rather, monsoon-like. Hunter Matheson: @ :::discussing the situation with an engineer while they power up::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Nearest we can tell, the overload began in the "middle aged" of the three systems, which is some kind of indigenous design that utilizes their bio-neural technology. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Hunter+ Acknowledged. Contact subspace frequency 3145.87 for planetary arrivals. Your departure and destination is logged in system. Safe flight. Cptn Swain: Stewart> The reaction quickly spread across all three systems and well, there you have it. Tandaris Admiran: How different is their bio-neural tech from ours? Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+Subspace frequency 3145, aye. Copy Excal. Departing Tennessee. Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks the engineering crew, and receiving a thumbs up, Alkaid departs re FOps::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> :scrunches his face:: In some ways very little, and some ways very much. They've been using bio-neural technology a lot longer than we have. Some of these sections are three, four decades old. Hunter Matheson: @ ::smooth liftoff and they're out of the bay::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Four decades of bio-neutral power networks? ::Miranda blinked in surprise.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Since we can't be sure exactly what triggered the overload, we've been essentially bypassing their distribution systems. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::nods:: They also have a somewhat... cavalier attitude towards... testing of systems, near as we can tell. Cptn Swain: Stewart> They have far fewer regulations than you'd expect if this were a Federation colony. The running pool among my people is that what ever it was that caused the overload was caused by that. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::shrugs:: Tandaris Admiran: ::perks up at the mention of "cavalier attitude towards testing of systems":: Hunter Matheson: @ ::as they enter the lower atmosphere, the planet looks pretty normal::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> The local authorities also suggested we work with some Federation scientist that's been working on the planet for sometime now. Dazim something or other. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What's his specialty? Cptn Swain: Stewart> I haven't had time to connect with him, but Collie will forward you his information. Cptn Swain: Collie> Bio-neural networks, I think. They weren't very forthcoming on that front -- and I haven't had time to cross-check his references with Starfleet yet. Cptn Swain: Collie> ::Hands Miranda a PADD with a communications frequency:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::but it's way beyond normal as they approach the clearing::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Well, I think that's about it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances at the padd and uses it to send a query to Excalibur OPs to see what they could find on Dazim.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> I appreciate your help on this, as I said my people are working overtime just get power back up -- but if you need anything let us know. Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: sees the request, acknowledges it but has to put it aside for the moment while coordinating transports from the Mary S. :: William Chocox: Will do. Tandaris Admiran: Thank you for everything. Cptn Swain: Stewart> Collie will be your contact, I'll be in a remote area for the next day or so working on installing a new generator for one of the settlements. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Alkaid to Excalibur, request you paint us in case we get lost. It's a pretty bad mess down here, so touchdown will not be designated coordinates. I say again, touchdown will not be designated coordinates. How copy? Tandaris Admiran: We'll be in touch as we investigate. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::nods to the Excal folks, as does Collie before heading off:: William Chocox: So, fun times it seems. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles up in the TIC :: +Hunter+ You're being tracked by all 3 Starfleet ships, not to mention the planet's civil and military sats, Gunny. You won't get lost. Tandaris Admiran: Time to do some reading up on bioneural technology William Chocox: Even more fun. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Copy, Excal. Just being safe. Losing a transport shuttle doesn't look good on the resume. Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: in a momentary lull, sends off a search request back to 39 Tango to look for this Dazim in Starfleet records for a first check :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping more patients :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hawthorne:: We're going to want to go on-site and start running some tests. William Chocox: ::pulls up his "light" reading:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to d'A :: It must amuse you to no end to borrow such a cautious pilot to go along the rest of your acrobats. Hunter Matheson: @ +COM+ Excalibur OPS, Alkaid wheels down 10 clicks south of the original position. Sending coordinates. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::nods with a cheshire grin:: Rhan K'hal: FOps> +Hunter+ :: pings back :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nods and pushed off from her lean.: Take a team, don't go anywhere alone. Remember that this area isn't policed by the Federation. They have their own rules and customs. Hunter Matheson: @ ::SOP, the reason he's in the Corps and not a squid::: Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: gets a return from the 39 Tango computer that there are no matches in current or former Starfleet personnel with the name Dazim; re-works the search terms to expand to a full Federation-wide search, cross-referenced with bio-neural gel :: I hope the Commander didn't want an answer today, that's going to take a while. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: :: treats a head wound :: That's a nasty bump.. Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Ens Jones to Cdr Hawthorne. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Ops+ Hawthorne. Go ahead. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Whoever this Dazim is, wasn't in Starfleet. I've tasked a search back at 39 Tango but with nothing more to go on than that for a full Federation search... unless he's made major headlines I wouldn't expect anything back for a while. Hunter Matheson: @ :::checks stability and access points before powering down to hot standby::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Ops+ Understood. Tell them to keep a query running. If something pops, I want to know. Cptn Swain: ...AND.... Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Aye, Commander. Hunter Matheson: @ ::and the engineers take over the heavy lifting, trying to find an area that's mostly stable to offload::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1001.2017 Engineering has decamped to the planet to begin investigating the cause of the planet-wide power failure. Medical is continuing to assist with triage overflow. Operations and flight are working to assist in delivery of supplies.

SD 0924.2017 Excalibur is assisting two other Federation vessels aiding the recovery of Alpha Veras II, which has suffered a catastrophic failure of its power network. Excalibur's medical team continues to serve as over-flow triage, while operations and flight crew help ferry supplies from the Tennessee Valley and the Excalibur to the surface. Engineering has been tasked with investigating the original failure of the power grid.

SD 0917.2017 The Excalibur is in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole. Medical is serving as overflow triage for the Seacole, while operations assist with the transfer of heavy equipment to both the Tennessee Valley and the surface. Commander Adarius Stewart has beamed over from the Tennessee Valley to brief Engineering on the situation on the surface.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole in relief efforts following a catastrophic systems failure in the planetary power grid. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm:: William Chocox: ::engineering:: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters engineering, looks around:: Hunter Matheson: Coming into orbit, Captain. ::tap:: Geosync? William Chocox: Hello Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge at mission ops, ready for the craziness of cargo transfers :: Hunter Matheson: ::will be surprised if they have coms:: Cptn Swain: Put us into standard orbit. Coordinate with the Tennessee and the Seacole. ::sipping at tea:: Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, aye. Contacting Tennessee and Seacole for coordination. Cptn Swain: ::He was less than thrilled about a resupply mission, hoping instead for something a little more, well, science-y. Though he was sure after their last science mission, most of the crew was perfectly happy with a mundane task like dropping off some power generators and water tanks.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Do you have your shopping list ready? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking around sickbay, checking a couple things.:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters sickbay :: William Chocox: I sent it off when were on shore leave. Rhan K'hal: :: gets in on the conference call with the other two ships :: William Chocox: Or is this a separate shopping list? Hunter Matheson: ::as he continues to work:: They request an orbit between them, sir. Verification? Cptn Swain: ::Waves a hand idly:: Tandaris Admiran: ::gives Chocox a look:: So eager to build explosives, yet so much still left to learn. Tandaris Admiran: Mr. Chocox, Alpha Veras II is not in Federation space. Maryse Dubois: ::Hears the door swoosh open. She turns to see one of the K'hal brothers.:: Hakran. Need something? William Chocox: Oh...? Ooooh. Hunter Matheson: Establishing orbit, synchronous with Tennessee and Seacole, Tennessee takes the lead, sir. Hunter Matheson: Standard spacing. Tandaris Admiran: Exactly. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I think I need an eye fix, getting some headaches and doubled vision. :: sighs :: I never would've imagined being a department head would require this much reading of entirely mundane material. Cptn Swain: (( and not just normal explosives. i suggest going to mem alpha for "biomemetic gel" lol )) Rhan K'hal: :: having a quick-fire conversation with the operations managers on the Tenn. and Mary S. :: Tandaris Admiran: You don’t think I’ve helped get us out of so many tight scrapes using entirely legitimate materiel, do you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in her usual seat, data padd in hand as she reviewed the supplies they had on hand, their regular inventory had been distributed. They had plenty of emergency supplies to get rid of, however.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::practically rubbing his hands together:: Black market havens like these are a valuable resource. William Chocox: I would be even more impressed if you were able to do what you do solely with legal equipment. Indaura Ryssan: :: Medical, where else? :: Cptn Swain: ::Sipping tea and looking over his latest entry in his official log, wondering if he was being too obvious about preferring Excalibur not be sent on milk runs:: Hunter Matheson: Orbit established. Rhan K'hal: :: begins downloading the detailed sitrep, along with charts, diagrams and maps :: Hunter Matheson: Stationkeeping. Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing paperwork, or screen work :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles, patting a seat next to a device sitting on a small table.:: Have a seat. I'll be right back. Hakran K'hal: :: nods again, and sits :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the manifest sent over from the Tenn. about what needs to go where and when - forwards the initial prep orders to the cargo bays and shuttlebay :: Maryse Dubois: ::Walks off to a side room. She grabs a couple more instruments and returns to Hakran, sitting opposite him.:: Lean forward and place your chin on the pad. ::Indicating to the device on the table.:: William Chocox: I'll make sure I have my list ready. Rhan K'hal: :: takes a second to do a full feliniod stretch :: This is almost like being on shore leave, having someone else doing all the hard work for a change. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks over his PADD at Rhan:: I assumed you'd enjoy that part. Hakran K'hal: :: leans in, takes an extra moment to get his chin comfortable thanks to his slightly pointed chin beard :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Incoming message from the Mary Seacole requesting Excalibur medical to take some of their less critical overflow patients. Rhan K'hal: :: leans forward at the comm :: The Mary Seacole wants to transfer some patients. Tandaris Admiran: Good. Once the recovery efforts are well underway, we should have some time to acquire some goods. Maryse Dubois: ::Activates the device, which takes imaging scans of both eyes. She leans in, looking at the images.:: Have you been drinking a lot of caffeine? Indaura Ryssan: :: Acknowledges the request and gives the go ahead :: William Chocox: And how do we get them back here? Hakran K'hal: No, Rhan is the champion at sucking down coffee. I usually stick to water. Indaura Ryssan: Incoming patients everyone :: to the others :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Tennessee Valley signals to Excalibur they need some of the heavy equipment transferred via shuttle due to their transporters being overwhelmed. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: There are always ways. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods with a slight smile.:: He does love his coffee. Have you been having trouble sleeping? ::Takes a small handheld device, holding it over one eye for a few seconds and then repeats for the other.:: William Chocox: I'll leave it in your capable hands. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Nods to Rhan.:: Contact the Mary Seacole know that we are available for incoming patients. Coordinate with medical to set up a secondary triage area. Hunter Matheson: ::conferring with Tork::: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. :: acks the Mary S. :: Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ I'm patching you through directly with the Mary Seacole so you can organize the transfers. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to arrange for more patients :: Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to Engineering. The Tennessee needs some of the big boys transferred via shuttle. I'll get the mules started, but thought you'd want a heads up in case you want to oversee. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank K'hal. Hakran K'hal: Only if I've been reading too late, then I have to wait for the standard analgesic to kick in. Rhan K'hal: :: contacts said mules and fills them in :: Rhan K'hal: :: finishes the full download from the Tenn. :: Captain, Commander - transferring the latest sitrep and info to you. :: does so with a flourish :: Maryse Dubois: Well it looks like you had some irritation. Maybe you were exposed to something on station that gave you a reaction. Hold still and try not to blink. ::Uses a small device similar to a hypo and sprays a fine mist into both eyes.:: Give that a couple minutes and things should start to clear up. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda:: I am going to head down to astrometrics and look over some things. Maybe get a sandwich. Cptn Swain: ::Makes a motion to the viewscreen:: All yours. Hakran K'hal: :: slight smile :: Not blinking is my species specialty. Thank you, Doctor. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced up from her padd and nodded.:: Of course, Captain. I'll inform you of any important developments. Rhan K'hal: :: transfers his interface to his oversized padd and starts prowling the bridge while he continues to track things; smiles at how deftly Swain just handed over the drudgery to Hawthorne :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Preparing :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Let sickbay know when we will be receiving new guests. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mary Seacole CMO> +Indaura+ We've got thirty patients that need tending. Most have minor plasma burns from a string of overloaded power conduits. Do you need time to set up triage or can we transfer them now? Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: All done then. Let me know if you start to have trouble again. Cptn Swain: ::Nods as he disappears into the lift and heads to astrometrics:: Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Doctor. I'll get out from under your feet, it sounds like you'll be busy shortly. Hunter Matheson: ::finalizing a few reports, especially flight log::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Indeed. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up at "overloaded power conduits"::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Once the Tennessee Valley has the rest of our equipment aboard, I want you coordinating the repair teams we're lending to the effort. William Chocox: Aye sir. Rhan K'hal: :: figures the direct comm transfer to sickbay answers Indaura's question nicely, so continues to read through the info himself while nothing else is beeping at him :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ You can start sending them now. Cptn Swain: D'Aubugine> +Hunter+ Flight deck to Matheson. Hunter Matheson: +COM+ Matheson here. Go ahead. Cptn Swain: D'A> +Hunter+ We're a little short handed on the flight crew on people certified for these cargo shuttles, we were still waiting for some new hands when we shipped out. Care to come down and give us a hand? Hunter Matheson: ::his head ticks toward aux helm, Tork, and Tork nods::: Rhan K'hal: :: gives the Mary S. the transporter coordinates and delay spread for a 30 patient transfer :: Hunter Matheson: +D'A+ On my way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Mary Seacole transports the first batch of patients directly to sickbay. Hunter Matheson: ::passes helm to Tork, nods to Hawthorne, then exits, taking the lift to shuttle bay::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees them appear :: Come this way, each take a biobed please. Hakran K'hal: :: heads to astrometrics after getting word that the Captain has invaded :: William Chocox: ((Brb, gotta power cycle the internet.)) Hunter Matheson: ::stepping out of the lift, he meets the bay chief, reviews a few things, grabs his gear, and heads toward the Alkaid::: Rhan K'hal: :: Miranda :: The Tennessee has good people, but they're seriously spread thin on personnel already. I have a feeling Ensign Winter's goldfish may be in charge of engineering up here by the time we pitch ours in. Hakran K'hal: :: enters astrometrics :: William Chocox: ((And I think I'm back.)) Hunter Matheson: ;;protective gear in place, he takes the manifest from the cargo chief, reviews it, and checks status to be sure they are securely attached to the rods:: Tandaris Admiran: ((Welcome back)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Watches Matheson go and makes a mental note to have a word with D'Aubugine about appropriating her bridge crew without consulting with her first. Glancing to Rhan, she quirked a brow.:: Probably. But that's why we have auxiliary staff. The ship can run with a skeleton crew for a bit, if needed. William Chocox: ((I'd very much like to stop misclicking. :P )) Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to assist with the new arrivals.:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Of course. Just thinking about making a little gold uniform for a goldfish makes me smile. Cptn Swain: ::Having decamped to astrometrics with a fresh cup of tea, looking over some new data:: Hunter Matheson: ::signs off on the manifest and it's transferred to his PADD, then he signs in with his second and begins preflight powerup::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted, thinking about Rhan getting hungry while on duty and snacking on the little goldfish in the tiny gold uniform.:: Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Shuttle Alkaid ready to depart. ::secures the hatch::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just keep yourself healthy, Mister K'hal. You may have an unlimited supply of brothers, but none of them could do what you do so well. Rhan K'hal: On a more serious note, reading between the lines, it looks like the Tennessee people haven't much of a clue as to what happened yet. They're more interested in fixing than diagnosing, admittedly. Rhan K'hal: Well, brothers not so unlimited, but cousins... yeah I lost count of those a long time ago. Hakran K'hal: :: walks up to Swain :: Anything we can do for you, Captain? Or are you involved in a very time-consuming enterprise that will keep you here indefinitely? Hunter Matheson: FOPS> Cleared for departure, corridor zero two five. Rhan K'hal: (( oops, sorry Hunter, missed that one )) Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Just looking over some old research I haven't had much time to work on. Don't mind me. Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Copy, Flight Ops, Corridor zero two five. Departing now. Hunter Matheson: ::slow liftoff, slight pivot as he checks shuttle load balance, then departs::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Patients> ::As previously said, they were mostly burn victims, though a few had minor bone fractures and concussions.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::headed to Alpha Verus II::: Cptn Swain: (( Two Minute Warning )) Hakran K'hal: :: slight smile :: Understood, sir. :: glances at the semi-permanent astrometrics officer, jerks head to the door :: Hakran K'hal: :: after evacuating astrometrics with the other officer, gestures down the hallway :: Now's as good a time as any for you to get some cross-department training in. Talk to Commander Augustin. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping victims of burns and such :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads back to his own office to do some more reading, this time on the mission - hopefully headache free thanks to the doc :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::as they descend, he chats with the loadmaster for the best area to set down, given the status of their grid and the possibilities of damage on planet::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0910.2017 The Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole in relief efforts following a catastrophic systems failure in the planetary power grid.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's crew has unexpectedly had their leave aboard Starbase 39 Tango cut short and everyone has been recalled to the ship. Select staff members (that's all of you) have been ordered to attend a briefing in the bridge-level conference room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::walks into the conference room:: Hunter Matheson: ::spit and polish uniform, he enters the conference room::: Rhan K'hal: :: enters the conference room looking rather grumpy - not so much from the leave cancellation, but the likelihood that all his hard work with the special request procurements will probably be for nothing :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood by one of the windows in the conference room, waiting on everyone to enter. Swain's seat was empty.:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows his brother in :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the room, quietly taking a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::standing by a chair until the commander sits::: Rhan K'hal: :: plops into his usual seat :: Hakran K'hal: :: also sits, feeling slightly uncomfortable because he's still not used to being a department head :: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the conference room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seeing most everyone was in attendance, she took Swain's chair.:: Our Captain is currently in conference with Starfleet and has asked me to do this briefing. As you know, shoreleave has been cut short. Excalibur has been assigned to the Paimpont sector, which borders Romulan, Breen, and Xindi space. Hunter Matheson: ::sits:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: While we intended to start our tour there after a short rest and restock here, an emergency situation has come up that needs our attention. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls up his mental map, and when he locates their destination on it, looks a bit grumpier :: William Chocox: Are we still getting a resupply? Tandaris Admiran: ::frowns, wondering what sort of emergency was serious enough to have them sent on such short notice:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Roughly a week ago, Alpha Veras II, an independent world located within the Paimpont sector experienced a catastrophic failure of its power grid. While they are not a Federation world, our trade with them is very important. They're the primary source of the Federation's bioneural and biomemetic gel. William Chocox: Hm. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Chocox.:: Yes, I'll address that shortly. Hunter Matheson: ::red flag goes up at the bioneural and biomemetic gel source::: Maryse Dubois: :;Takes out a PADD from her coat pocket and begins tapping on it as she listens.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The USS Tennessee Valley, an engineering corps vessel, and the USS Mary Seacole, a medical ship, have both been dispatched there. We will be bringing in other relief items and supplies that they have requested. William Chocox: Ok. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Questions thus far? Rhan K'hal: Any signs of life from the Xindi or Breen? Both would probably love to pounce on a weakness like this. Hunter Matheson: ::waits for her to answer K'hal::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No activity, as of yet, but they have previously shown interest in this sector. Hunter Matheson: Did the grid fail suddenly, and do we have any idea how or why the power grid went down? Rhan K'hal: :: pulls out his PADD and mutters something about scrounging up extra torpedoes :: William Chocox: So...essentially we're going into what may become a hotspot? Hunter Matheson: ::thinks that's pretty much a given:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We do not yet have that information, Gunny. The investigation is ongoing, and I'm sure we will be asked to aid in that, as well. Hunter Matheson: ::mentally files that info::: Tandaris Admiran: Sounds like a very relaxing mission compared to some of our latest. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Chocox.:: Besides the Breen and the Xindi, the Romulans have a trade agreement in place with one of the major factions and have set up a military presence within their controlled space. Rhan K'hal: The Kaedwan. :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I mean, it isn't a planet that is trying to kill you with acid rain, but the people certainly might. ::To Tandaris.:: Hunter Matheson: Factions, ma'am? How many factions are we dealing with? Hakran K'hal: :: sits, silently absorbing everything :: Maryse Dubois: The Breen typically stay to themselves and are very territorial. As long as they weren't provoked, they shouldn't pose a problem. We have been diplomatically cordial with at least most of the Xindi races. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Romulan trade with the Kaedwan Confederation. The Federation deals with the Tamarn Empire. There are others, but those are the two most powerful. Alpha Veras II is under Tamarn control. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We hope that remains true, Doctor. William Chocox: The Breen typically stay to themselves, until someone offers them something better. Rhan K'hal: So how much time do I have to try to stuff the cargo bays to the gills before we have to leave? Maryse Dubois: ((Are the Tamarn a new race, or do you mean Tamarians? And if so do we have to speak in metaphors? )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We will be departing within the hour, but the station has already been ordered to double-time our own orders along with supplies for the mission. They have been doing as much while the crew was on shoreleave. You have been recalled because they are almost done. William Chocox: ((Shaka, when the walls fell.)) Rhan K'hal: I'm sure Commader El Tahir loved that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( They are not Tamarians, though I'm sure Swain would love learning metaphors.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((And making up his own.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked around the room.:: Any other questions? Concerns? Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Hunter Matheson: No, ma'am. :::ready to kick butt::: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes her head no.:: Rhan K'hal: Concerns? Oh let me count the ways. But nothing that hasn't already gone through your own mind, Commander. Hakran K'hal: :: shakes head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Indeed. ::Nodding in agreement.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If there is nothing further, then you are dismissed to make your preparations for departure. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Hunter Matheson: ::stands:: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: nods, rises with his nose already immersed in his padd, tapping away energetically at it as he walks out of the conference room on autopilot :: Maryse Dubois: ::Stands and straighten her lab coat. She follows Rhan out.:: I guess we'll have to settle for dinner in the mess hall sometime. Rhan K'hal: Yeah. Our dinner plans never seem to materialize before something blows up, figuratively or literally. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to the engineers :: My department will likely be split between assisting you and medical on this one. Let me know what you need. William Chocox: Will do. Hunter Matheson: ::already at helm, checking for quality of repair, any upgrades, anything changed::: Hunter Matheson: :::slips below, checking the chip configuration, the quality of replacements, etc::: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: It's kind of expected now a days. Hunter Matheson: ::satisfied, he begins full diagnostics, requesting a record of any and all changes and/or upgrades::: Rhan K'hal: Maybe we'll have a miracle and this mission will go perfectly normal. And maybe the Pakled will sprout wings and fly. William Chocox: ::heads out of the conference room towards Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: :: heads off to the bridge and parks himself at the science station :: Hunter Matheson: ::forwards the information to Bravo and Charlie shifts::: Tandaris Admiran: ::catches up with Chocox:: Make sure you start on your list right away. William Chocox: Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After collecting her things, she followed the others out of the conference room and took the Captain's chair on the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: :: slips into the seat at Mission Ops, transfers his padd work over to it and continues without a hitch :: Maryse Dubois: I already knew it was going to be bad when Romulan, Breen, and Xindi were put into the same sentence. Hakran K'hal: Since Rhan is busy checking the luggage, I'll get in touch with the Tennessee Valley and try to get a link going with them for up-to-the-minute information on the grid. Hunter Matheson: ::then he begins to page through reports, making sure his baby was not mistreated in any way::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: rolls eyes at his brother's statement, but happily leaves him to it :: Having that many in the same sentence does put everyone on their best behavior. A 4-way war wouldn't even make Klingons happy. Hunter Matheson: ::stops, takes a good look at the console, then mutters something not very nice and begins reconfiguration to original::: Rhan K'hal: :: glance over Hunter's way, chuckles :: I really need to replicate a "Do Not Disturb" sign for him to hang off the helm when we dock somewhere. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::stows the padd, checks replacement gear, then begins preflight check::: Hakran K'hal: Doctor Dubois. My biologists aren't going to have anything else to do on a mission like this, so when you need them for grunt work, just whistle. Maryse Dubois: ::Giggles.:: But that would take the fun out of it. ::Gives Rhan a gentle pat on the shoulder.:: I better get down below. Talk to you later. Hunter Matheson: ::remarkably able to hear Rhan's comment:: Well, sir. You treat her like a lady and she'll act like one. ::winks in his direction:: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Happy unpacking all the med supplies. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: and... Rhan K'hal: :: grins at Hunter :: I'm not calling her Ms. Excalibur. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

SD 0903.2017 Excalibur's crew has unexpectedly had their leave aboard Starbase 39 Tango cut short and everyone has been recalled to the ship. Select staff members (that's all of you) have been ordered to attend a briefing in the bridge-level conference room.

SD 0827.2017 While the Excalibur continues with repairs and loading provisions at Starbase 39 Tango, the crew enjoys shoreleave aboard the station.

MISSION BRIEF: While the Excalibur continues with repairs and loading provisions at Starbase 39 Tango, the crew enjoys shoreleave aboard the station. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::flaked out on a bunk somewhere onstation::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: wandering around the Starbase, exploring the different areas and taking in the different sights and personnel :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checking out a few shops in the shopping district,:: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a poke:: Go away. Cptn Swain: ::In one of the open air cafes, enjoying tea:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: comes to a large bay window that looks out on Excalibur undergoing its repairs and stops to take in the vessel before him :: Hunter Matheson: ::doused with ice water, he bolts from the rack and decks the perp::: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinking and watching the crowds :: Hunter Matheson: ::and when he's fully awake, he's staring down his former CO:: Sir! ::snaps up::: Maryse Dubois: ::Browsing one of the perfume stalls.:: Hunter Matheson: Globodczk> ::hearty laugh, enjoying his embarrassment:: Hunter Matheson: Globodczk> Hey, Gunny. Guess you're awake now. ::is helped to his feet::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: after a moment of viewing, shakes his head with admiring disbelief and heads off to the various shops aboard the base :: Cptn Swain: ::After a long moment of simply watching, Asher stood and headed off:: +Khal+ Swain to Hakaran. Indaura Ryssan: :: Catching up on messages from home :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Photos, text... :: Atos Ch'kivar: :: browses in individual shops, taking note of unfamiliar items to research later :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The Romulans cloaked and (presumably) headed back to the neutral zone, Excalibur retrieved its missing crew, and recalled its fighters, moving on from the planetary survey and leaving it to more capable (and forewarned) hands. After a couple days travel to Starbase 39 Tango, they're now within communication range of the station. The plan is to resupply, recover from their recent ordeal, and give the grew a bit of rest and relaxation before the next mission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, finishing off the last of the preliminary reports from his sub-section chiefs :: Cptn Swain: (Sorry for being late, GOT ran long and had to reboot) Indaura Ryssan: brb Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, comments to whoever happens to have the chair :: Coming into communication range of 39 Tango. Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, doing his thing, turns to whoever has the conn:: Entering 39T space. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking around Sickbay with a PADD in hand.:: Hunter Matheson: Dropping from warp ::leaving out the "before we crash into it because that doesn't look good on the resume"::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her normal chair, she nodded.:: Hail them with request to dock. Atos Ch'kivar: :: on the bridge, seated at the auxiliary tactical station, running checks and making sure systems are operating smoothly :: William Chocox: ::leaning against his console in Engineering:: Have we ever had a normal mission? Hunter Matheson: Requesting docking instructions. Hunter Matheson: Entering approach corridor Charlie. Indaura Ryssan: :: in Medical :: Hunter Matheson: ::slips in line for docking::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Starbase 39 Tango is in visual range. Unlike our old haunt, Camelot, it is Spacedock style station, but of the larger variety. We'll get to do the cool inside docking scene. Hunter Matheson: ::and notices how big this baby is next to the other ships and gives just a hint of a smirk::: Hakran K'hal: :: rubs a paw over the bridge of his muzzle, comments to himself with a wince :: I'm going to have to replicate a pair of readers. Indaura Ryssan: I can't wait to leave the artificial air of Excalibur for the artificial air of the station. Atos Ch'kivar: :: lets out a low whistle as he takes in the station, fingers still keying in commands :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lift onto his bridge:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: We could all use rest. Hunter Matheson: Request for docking gets us berth... 27 Delta Echo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mister K'hal, send request to all departments for supply orders. Rhan K'hal: :: supports Hunter in making sure all of the docking systems are go with light taps on his oversized padd as he leans against the edge of the helm console :: Mooring tractors are nominal and on standby. Umbilicals flow-checked and on standby. Cptn Swain: ::Drinking tea, as per usual:: Hunter Matheson: ::replies with confirmation, drops out of the corridor at designated area and drops to 1/4 impulse, headed toward the slip::: Rhan K'hal: :: glances back at Miranda :: Aye, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: I just hope there are a lot of people... we thrive on crowds. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure there will be plenty. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Station control tower gives us the okay to begin docking. The big blue doors begin opening, along with some cool music because apparently we still have a lot of money in the budget for this season, somehow. Hunter Matheson: :;takes aim, cuts to thrusters and lets her float in:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: having finished checking tactical systems, takes a moment to take in the dance of the ship moving in to dock :: William Chocox: ((Surprised we have the money given the CGI for the Romulan incident.)) Indaura Ryssan: Do you hear music, because I do? Atos Ch'kivar: (( Why do you think it was "cloaked" so much? )) Rhan K'hal: =Dept Heads= :: brings up his department head contact template, sends via text :: "Send all supply requests to Operations within a reasonable time frame, i.e. before the First Officer starts glaring." Hunter Matheson: ::sits back and lets the docking slip do its thing:: William Chocox: ::takes the opportunity to add some "innocuous" items to the Engineering list:: Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois... may I make a request? Hakran K'hal: :: hears the blip of an incoming intraship message, reads his brother's supply request missive with a bemused head shake :: Hunter Matheson: Cutting power at tower request. Maryse Dubois: Not really, but that wouldn't surprise me any. The captain loves theatrics. ::Smirks at the request on her PADD. Then turns to Indaura.:: Sure. Hunter Matheson: ::lets 'em take it from here::: Hunter Matheson: (w) Gees... this place is impressive. Almost as impressive as our baby. Indaura Ryssan: Coffee... :: hands her a padd :: These kind if you can muster them. Rhan K'hal: Can confirm ship propulsion under station control, interface is nominal. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Long pretty shots of the Excalibur and kids of various races peering through windows, also some shots of various people in lounges at uniforms watching us move towards our docking slip. Hunter Matheson: ::um...shoulda polished her up before we came in::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: hums along with music as the ship docks :: Hunter Matheson: ::hears RK:: Thank you, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: considering the amount of supplies that were lost or left on that hell planet, is going to rack up quite the bill on the requisitions :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Speaks to those on the bridge.:: If any of you would like a free drink, the Captain keeps a open tab running at the Two to Tango on the upper concourse. Indaura Ryssan: Supposedly the last coffee brew on the list is better than Klingon offerings. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: How did you know about that. Hunter Matheson: ::grins at the exchange:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: briefly raises an eyebrow back at the captain :: Rhan K'hal: :: ear twist back to the multi-pipped conversation :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Cptn Swain: I hope you all have a good time, on me. Hakran K'hal: :: transfers Science's wish-list to Operations - though their next mission is probably not going to be a dedicated science mission so probably won't get more than a third of it :: Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: I am having dinner with Arden, if you'd like to join us? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks it over.:: I was actually about to go give a supply list anyways. I'm sure this can be added. Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to head for the door.:: Go ahead and take the rest of the shift off, and get ready for leave. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Grins.:: I know all. And yes, that would be lovely. Just tell me when and where. Atos Ch'kivar: :: turns back to his console to fill out the minor details for the tactical supply requisition :: Indaura Ryssan: Thanks Doctor.. Hunter Matheson: ::he pulls out his PADD and begins his after action report::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods and smiles as she leaves Sickbay, grabbing a TL.:: Rhan K'hal: :: glaces at the sequence :: Docking sequence initiating in ten seconds. Rhan K'hal: Docking in progress. Mooring beacons activated. Umbilical extending. Hunter Matheson: :::checks the console:: Confirmed. ::RK:: Hunter Matheson: ::yeah, we need to go here more often:: Rhan K'hal: Mooring established. Umbilical attached, switching to station utilities. Hunter Matheson: ::RK:: Helm is secure. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: The Dervish at 1800 Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge, noticing the ship had docked.:: Rhan K'hal: :: runs his finger down the green lights :: We are under station power. Docking ramp now in position... We have hard dock with the station. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering, hard-dock confirmed. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Thank you bridge. Switch to Station utilities confirmed. Cptn Swain: Very well, as you have no standing orders from me, besides try not to have too many of your juniors need hauled out of station's brig I have a meeting with the station commander and Mister N'Dak, I'll see you tonight Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: pats Hunter on the shoulder :: Well done Gunny. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slight nod.:: See you two there. Atos Ch'kivar: :: taps away at his console, muttering to himself all the while :: (w) A couple more of those torpedoes could come in handy... Rhan K'hal: :: smiles back at Maryse :: Heya, Doc. Come bearing shopping lists? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles holding up two PADDs.:: I do actually. Rhan K'hal: You've come to the right place. Cptn Swain: ::Heads off to the lift:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Crosses paths with the Captain:: Maryse Dubois: One is my medical supplies, and the other is for coffee. ::Hands him the PADDs.:: Hunter Matheson: ::finishes his report:: Thank you, sir. ::RK:: Hakran K'hal: :: contacts his staff and releases the hounds... and humanoids :: William Chocox: ::heads for the exit:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Apostrophe. ::He smiled over to Atos:: Rhan K'hal: :: twists an ear :: A whole padd for coffee? Someone on your staff in residency? Hunter Matheson: ::and now for requisitions::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: finishes the last bits of the requisition and sends it off to his department head :: There, done. Rhan K'hal: :: takes the padds and looks at said coffee order :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I hear most of the junior barnacles are headed over to some dive bar on the station. But you can feel free to join me and a few others at Two to Tango. Maryse Dubois: It's for Doctor Ryssan. I personally prefer tea, myself. Rhan K'hal: Ah. Hmm, this one's going to be tricky. 39 Tango may be a big station but it's a bit off the beaten path for specialties. Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods to Augustin :: Thank you very much for the offer, Sir. I may just take you up on it. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Hands a PADD over to RK:: Here's the first round, I'll have a few more requests later on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Relief crew arrives on the bridge to take over for those wishing to go the station. Hunter Matheson: ::finalizes the requisition, color coded and all, swivels to a stand and passes it to RK::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get her pack :: Rhan K'hal: Thanks, Commander. I'll keep an eye out for it. Atos Ch'kivar: :: leaves his station, heads to the turbo lift :: Rhan K'hal: :: accepts that, then turns to take Hunter's :: I think you missed a comma, Gunny. :: deadpan :: Hunter Matheson: :;turns back::: Sir? Maryse Dubois: Well if anyone can find it, you can. Hunter Matheson: ::takes the PADD, checking it out, then frowns::: Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: I was joking, Marine. We're docked, you can painfully crack a smile now without all hell breaking loose. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Sir, the requisition form doesn't have any commas. Hunter Matheson: ::smiling was not exactly what he proposed, but a smile vs a court martial offence, well, he smiles:: Hunter Matheson: ::force smile:: Yes, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: When it freezes over, more like. ::Commenting ton Rhan's remark.:: Matheson, stop scaring the children. Hunter Matheson: ::snaps around:: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Hunter Matheson: I'll remember the candy next time. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: I'll have to put my head together with the Station Ops, they'll have a better idea of what's coming and going. I'll do my best to get it on board before we leave. Indaura might have to put some extra on the table though. Hunter Matheson: ::snort, quiet comment:: Two headed OPS. Should be interesting. Rhan K'hal: I heard that! Hunter Matheson: ::gathering the things he had at helm in prep, turns:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: ::sincerely innocent look::: Rhan K'hal: :: deftly transfers the orders on the padds via proximity comms to his own, looks over the top of it at Gunny like a peeved librarian :: I'll have you wisecracking at a higher decibel level yet, young apprentice. Now shoo, go get snockered on the Captain's dime. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Wonders if Hunter has extra insurance against whatever revenge Khal will think up, glances over to see that Apostrophe already headed out:: Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a grin:: Yes, sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure she wouldn't mind. ::Starts to head off, before turning.:: Dinner sometime while we're here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Arrives at the station :: Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Absolutely. You know I I can put down my work any time. :: waggles his padd :: William Chocox: ::hopefully runs into someone on their way onto the station:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::checks in with the security detail working the three airlocks where crew could depart before heading off to the lift himself:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she gets back on the TL.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stuffs things from helm into a small satchel and exits the bridge to the lift:: Mardet. Rhan K'hal: :: peeks through all the various supply orders for the "extras" that he'll need to turn his personal attention to :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Leaving command to one of the senior juniors, Miranda left the bridge, heading for her quarters to change before heading to the station. She was going to enjoy herself this time, dangit.:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: bumps into Will on his way to the station :: Whoops, didn't see you there, my apologies! Hunter Matheson: ::reconnoiters with his buds and decides to take the skipper up on the invite::: Cptn Swain: ::Meeting N'Dak at the airlock, they took a TL via hardpoint directly to the stations command deck:: Cptn Swain: NDak> I never did get a chance to properly thank you, sir. William Chocox: ::shifts with it, his time under Admiran teaching him how to roll with bumps:: It's fine. You ok? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: For? Cptn Swain: NDak> Accepting me as part of your crew, via the exchange. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters to self :: What on earth does Admiran want a... you know, I don't even /want/ to know. :: makes a note on the padd to check the legality first :: William Chocox: ((::looks innocent::)) Atos Ch'kivar: :: Nods back with an apologetic smile :: I believe so. Funny how you don't realize how much of a rush you can be to get some R&R sometimes. Cptn Swain: I'd be lying if I said it was entirely my decision, but for what it's worth -- you're welcome. Just next time let's try not to get you in even more trouble with your people? It's nice having you and all, but I assume you want to go home at some point, eh? Cptn Swain: NDak> ::blushes light green:: Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Less trouble. Hakran K'hal: :: finally gets the reports done, lays his head down on his desk after ordering the lights down to 5% :: Owwww. William Chocox: Oh trust me, on this ship? You learn to cherish it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits at a bar :: Give me a glass of you best... whatever... Hunter Matheson: ::a group of Marines head for the lift after a cautionary message re: stuff Master Chief usually dishes out, followed by a "get otta here and have fun"::: Rhan K'hal: :: comes across a few more items that would raise his eyebrows if he had any, but keeping things discreet is part of his personal guarantee, so merely filters those out to the 'quiet' list, before complaining the everyday requisitions on to the station :: Hunter Matheson: ::and before the lift stops, they straighten up to something they really aren't, just to appease the Fleeters who will definitely watch them::: Atos Ch'kivar: I would expect as much on any ship, but the Excalibur seems to be in a league of its own I've found. Shall we continue on to the station? :: gestures to the corridor ahead :: William Chocox: Yes, thank you. ::walks that way:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods to the senior of the relief crew :: Everything under control, Lieutenant? Then she's all yours. :: heads for the lift :: Hunter Matheson: ::they assume the Marine stereotype and march out of the lift, but return to mostly normal when they turn the corner::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: walks alongside Will :: How long have you served aboard her? Hunter Matheson: ::and they all end up on the skipper's tab at the Two to Tango::: William Chocox: ((Oh crap, how long has Will served on Excal?)) Hunter Matheson: (Probably too long?) Cptn Swain: (( There was the time we had a nice, quiet milk run. I mean it may or may have not ended up with us fighting zombies and Corizon getting harpooned by the zombie queen )) Cptn Swain: (( In game time? Uh -- it's prolly been two-ish years )) Rhan K'hal: :: heads to the most convenient of the station's walkways, flicks a friendly tail at the security personnel on duty and then makes his way onto the station :: Atos Ch'kivar: :: eyes Will curiously as he seems to space out :: Cptn Swain: (( Maybe three, was Wiill aboard before Swain took command? )) William Chocox: ((I don't think so, I think Swain was in command when Will made the switch from the Qob game.)) Cptn Swain: (( Then two-ish. )) William Chocox: ::comes back:: Roughly two years. Hakran K'hal: :: finally is able to drag himself up, and orders the strongest over-the-replicator headache med that he can get without going to sickbay and downs it with a full glass of water :: Cptn Swain: ..and... Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods along, glad the man hadn't gone catatonic :: You'll have to tell me all about it at the station lounge. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: William Chocox: Believe half of what you may have heard about me. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0820.2017 The Romulans cloaked and (presumably) headed back to the neutral zone, Excalibur retrieved its missing crew, and recalled its fighters, moving on from the planetary survey and leaving it to more capable (and forewarned) hands. After a couple days travel to Starbase 39 Tango, they're now within communication range of the station. The plan is to resupply, recover from their recent ordeal, and give the grew a bit of rest and relaxation before the next mission.

SD 0813.2017 Our standoff with the Romulans reaches a fevered conclusion.

SD 0806.2017 In what could also have come out of a loony toons skit, both the Excalibur and the Romulan vessel have deployed secret weapons, with the Excalibur disabling the Romulan vessel’s shields at the same moment the Romulans disabled all of Excalibur’s sensors. We must now race against time to repair our sensors before they escape or attack, and hopefully rescue our crew.

SD 0730.2017 The Romulan cruise has unlocked ahead of us, and now we find ourselves at an impasse.

SD 0723.2017 Excalibur remains in orbit of Irassa IV. We believe a Romulan ship is nearby in orbit and we also believe that our missing crew members are aboard. Engineering has rigged a makeshift tachyon pulse to try and reveal them. Aboard the ship, Harper and Issaha are trying to effect an escape.

MISSION BRIEF: Our standoff with the Romulans reaches a fevered conclusion. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is still working to get the sensors working:: Cptn Swain: ::Making his way towards the center railing:: Stand by torpedoes. Open a channel, Mister K'Hal. Rhan K'hal: :: taps :: Channel open. Cptn Swain: @NDak> ::Nods to Harper to open the hatch to what he really, really hoped was a shuttle bay:: Atos Ch'kivar: ((Wasn't the sensor torpedo fired?)) Hunter Matheson: ::keeping an eye on whatever he can at helm, mentally calculating the Romulan's course and speed::: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Seated at tactical, in comms with fighters:: Hakran K'hal: :: doing whatever his cardboard self was doing at the end of last week, with an ear following the goings on :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Yes, sensor torpedo was fired. 2 of 'em. )) Atos Ch'kivar: (( Roger that )) Cptn Swain: (( So assume he means firing any more )) Indaura Ryssan: :: in sickbay, expecting the worse, hoping the coffeemaker makes it through :: Cptn Swain: (( Sorry about that, was clear enough )) Cptn Swain: +Romulans+ Commander, now would be a good time for you to surrender. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Romulan Commander> +Excalibur+ Would it? I was thinking the same of you. Cptn Swain: +Commander+ Neither of us want this to end in bloodshed, and I am sure your superiors certainly don't want it to end as such. Return my crew members and you will be free to return to the Neutral Zone. Charlie Harper: @ ::opens the hatch, pretty certain NDak is faking all of this:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Romulan Commander> +Excalibur+ We would gladly return your crew to you if they'd stop trying to escape. As it stands now, however, we will likely have to kill them just to keep them from shooting our officers. Cptn Swain: +Romulan+ If they die, Commander, you will be held accountable for their deaths. Under the terms of the treaty signed between our people, you have committed multiple acts of war, do you want that sort of blood on your hands? Cptn Swain: +Romulan+ Surrender, and allow me to talk to my people and we can end this now, before it goes too far. I'll give you 5 minutes to make a decision. ::Motions to cut the comm:: Cptn Swain: @ Oh good, It is a shuttle bay. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned back in her chair, looking sideways at Swain.:: You think that will really work? Charlie Harper: @ You actually have no idea what you're doing, do you? Rhan K'hal: :: taps :: Comm ended. Cptn Swain: @ ::Looks at him:: Why do you think I would? Cptn Swain: No. But it should give us time to get our sensors back online. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> +Shipwide Comm+ Officers of the Federation Starfleet -- listen and heed my words. Your Captain wishes your return. If you continue to fight, we will be forced to kill you. Surrender now and you will be returned to your ship. Cptn Swain: @NDak> ::Looks to Harper:: Cptn Swain: So, status of the sensors? Cptn Swain: ::Looks to the K'hals:: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Checks tactical sensors:: Charlie Harper: @ romulan ship, romulan officer.... seriously, you graduated your academy? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Fighters> ::Send word that the Romulan ship has halted, but isn't showing signs of aggression. Yet.:: Hakran K'hal: Starting to see some improvement, but the systems aren't going to respond like the lights flipping on, Captain. This radiation surge they caused is very much an analog event. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Calls over shoulder:: Fighters report that the Romulan ship has come to a stop, no other activity. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nods at Atos.:: +Engineering+ Chocox, how are you doing on those special torpedo modifications? Do we have some at the ready? Hunter Matheson: ::prepares to take another eyeball reading if they get another torpedo going::: William Chocox: Yes we do! Cptn Swain: @NDak> ::Blinks:: I told you, this is a Tal'shiar, and an older design at that. I don't excactly have the layout of every ship in our fleet down. Besides, I am a science officer -- as you keep saying about yourself! William Chocox: +Bridge+* Charlie Harper: @Yeah, but I can find a shuttlebay on a starship! Cptn Swain: @ ::Points:: So did I! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Romulan Commander> +Shipwide, N'Dak, Harper+ We are tracking your current location and have officers ready to intercept. Surrender now and you will be returned. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::Looks at Harper after the comm:: Charlie Harper: @ ::looks back:: I suppose if I asked whether that was likely to be a trap, you wouldn't have an opinion? William Chocox: ((Wouldn't those usually be on the edge somewhere?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> ::Sighs.:: This obviously isn't working. Cloaking status? ::Turns and frowns.:: Very well, keep me informed. William Chocox: (( :P )) Cptn Swain: @Issaha> I mean, I do. I don't trust him, but do you have a better idea? Indaura Ryssan: :: Moving around sickbay getting things ready :: Grrr Charlie Harper: @ ::resists the urge to facepalm:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> +Swain+ Your officers have yet to show themselves. Would you care to speak with them directly? Frankly, I just want them off my ship as quickly as possible. Cptn Swain: ::Looks up:: Cptn Swain: Wait... really? Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slight eyebrow arch.:: Cptn Swain: +Romulan+ Put me through to them. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It can't hurt. Unless they use you to draw them out to trap them again. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I don't see any better options, do you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> +Shipwide, N'Dak, Harper+ Your Ennarain wishes to speak with you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Excalibur comms are patched through to blast through the interior of the Romulan ship. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::returns to the bridge after finishing locking up all the stuff from the away mission, makes his way over to tactical to check in with Ch'kivar:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain, confirming he's connected :: Cptn Swain: +All+ ::Bites his lip for a moment:: Excalibur crew, this is Captain Swain. Surrender yourselves peacefully and you will be returned, unharmed to us. Both of you. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::lowly to Atos:: Been keeping up from down in security. Good work. Charlie Harper: @ ::hesitates:: Well.... if the captain thinks they're on the up and up... Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::Nods:: I doubt they'd have his voice print on file. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Nods to Augustin as he notices him:: Thank you, sir. Our fighters are still in position, nothing really coming in on sensors yet. Rhan K'hal: :: waits :: Charlie Harper: @ Well, thank you for that little burst of paranoia. ::peers carefully around a doorway:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> :nods:: I'll take aux tac. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> I am a Romulan, remember. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> Though they could have perhaps captured it during any communications. ::Considers:: but unless we want to take a chance fighting our way out of this... Charlie Harper: @::mutters to self:: All evidence to the contrary. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan ship> ::As previously noted, there were officers waiting on the fringes of the shuttle bay, waiting for them to surrender.:: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Quirks head at Augustin curiously:: Yes, sir. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::drops his ie'yakk:: I'll go first. Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::In Romulan:: We surrender. Return us to our ship:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda, then to K'hal:: Anything? Charlie Harper: @ ::carefully sets the stolen disruptor down, watching the Romulans:: Rhan K'hal: Nothing yet, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @::Turn their weapons on the escaped officers and close in.:: Hakran K'hal: We should get a shuttle ready. If I can't find them with sensors, we can't very well use transporters. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter, head down to the shuttle bay. Hunter Matheson: ::stands:: Yes, sir. ::sprints out:: Hunter Matheson: ::TL:: Shuttle bay. Hunter Matheson: ::exits on bay level and reports to the bay chief::: Cptn Swain: +Romulan+ We're prepping a shuttle to come get our people. I trust you will let them leave, unmolested? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> ::Sweeps in and smiles, seeing the officers back under guard.:: +Swain+ Mostly. I mean, we do have our injured officers to consider. Hunter Matheson: ::pointed in the direction of a shuttle, he climbs aboard, logs in, and pulls up his previous information from helm, just in case::: Hunter Matheson: :::preflight check commences::: Rhan K'hal: :: connects whatever shuttle Hunter has picked to their space braille navigation system :: Hakran K'hal: :: frowns, flattens ears at that comment from the Romulan Commander :: Hunter Matheson: ::catches the braille navsys, blinks::: Hunter Matheson: ::braille?::: Cptn Swain: +Romulan+ Commander, they wouldn't be injured if you hadn't taken my people hostage in the first place. I am willing to let you leave the system, I have additional reinforcements less than half an hour away. Consider the welfare of the rest of your crew. Hunter Matheson: +K'hal+ Confirming reception of NavSys, wondering about the braille, sir. Clarification requested. ::he continues his preflight::: Rhan K'hal: :: assumes that the doctors have been listening in, but officially informs them of potentially injured incomings in the shuttle bay... hopefully :: Cptn Swain: @ ::Glances to the Commander:: Jolan tru. Cptn Swain: +Hunter+ What's the hold up, Mister Matheson? Rhan K'hal: +Hunter+ It's just a bit of sarcastic nomenclature, Gunny. You should know that about me by now. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::glances over to Atos:: Hunter Matheson: +Swain+ Ready to deploy, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a deep breath, wondering about this crew::: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Continues communicating with fighters on updated positioning and testing tactical sensors:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> ::Snorts. Gives Issaha a flat look.:: Au are quite lucky that we are so far from the Empire. Else, this would have quite differently. Hunter Matheson: +Flight OPS+ Requesting departure coordinates confirmation. Ready to depart. Rhan K'hal: :: aside to his brother :: I'd swear he was Vulcan. Rhan K'hal: FOps> +Hunter+ Cleared for departure. Rhan K'hal: FOps> :: sends the coords :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> ::Gestures to one of the shuttles and speaks in Romulan to one of her officers.:: Take them to their ship. They are sending a shuttle to meet au. I want them off immediately. Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Copy. Departing to (coordinates). Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Officers> ::Gives N'Dak and Harper a shove to the nearest shuttle craft, weapons still trained on them.:: Hunter Matheson: ::shoots out of the bay, watching for fighters, then realizes he can use the fighters for navigation::: Rhan K'hal: (( That's what the "space braille" is, Hunter. xD )) Charlie Harper: @ I'd still like to know why we were treated to this 'hospitality' in the first place. ::marching to the shuttle, face stormy:: Hunter Matheson: (sorry.. didn't compute) Hunter Matheson: ::he swings the shuttle toward the Romulan ship, taking aim on their shuttle bay::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Officer> Because you are meddling lloann'na. ::Gets them on board and launches the shuttle.:: Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::Glances towards the Commander and decides to not make rather snide remark about his obvious low birth, turns to Harper:: Rhan K'hal: Fighter Alpha 3> :: reports Romulan shuttle bay opening, then reports Romulan shuttle exiting the ship :: Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Romulan shuttle outbound. Hunter Matheson: (Or Alpha squadron does) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> A Romulan shuttle craft departs the ship and moves out to meet Hunter. As soon as they were within transporter range, Hunter hears the shimmer of transport behind him and N'Dak and Harper have suddenly joined him. Cptn Swain: ::Turns to Atos:: Update the cavalry on the situation. I'd rather not the fly blind into this. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shimmers onto the shuttle:: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Looks over to Swain:: Got it. Hunter Matheson: ::blink, turn:: Sir. Ma'am. Strap in. It's going to be a fast ride. Need medical assistance? Cptn Swain: Do we have our people? Rhan K'hal: Right, it'd be bad form for them to come in shooting after we get this settled without screaming and death. Hopefully. :: still waiting on word from Hunter :: Hunter Matheson: +TAC+ Package acquired. RTB Atos Ch'kivar: +Alpha+ Our shuttle is retrieving our missing crew, keep an eye out for them. Charlie Harper: ::still looks annoyed, but takes a seat:: Hunter Matheson: ::swings the shuttle around and beelines it to Excalibur::: Rhan K'hal: A3> :: reports the rendezvous up and down the line :: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Calls out:: We've got them, they're heading back. Cptn Swain: +Romulans+ You may return to the neutral zone. We will be remaining in orbit for some time, do not attempt to return. Excalibur out. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @Romulan Commander> +Excalibur+ I would thank you for your hospitality, but it is severely lacking. We were here to do a simple scientific survey, after all. In any case, it has been such a pleasure dealing with you and your crew. ::The sarcasm was strong with this one.:: Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Shuttle (name) coming in hot. Cptn Swain: ::Rolls his eyes:: One of these days, Rhan K'hal: :: cuts the comm with a bit more of a high-pitched squeal at the end than he usually would (which is never) after that comment :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Fighters report the Romulan ship suddenly cloaking, which they've apparently managed to repair. Hunter Matheson: ::settles the shuttle in the bay and powers down as he turns to his package:: Hunter Matheson: Does anyone need medical assistance? Hakran K'hal: I'm going to go see my people... well, my person and my loan. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Swivels around:: Captain, the Romulan ship has cloaked. Hakran K'hal: :: heads to the lift :: Cptn Swain: Well. I for one am glad this little science project is over. Don't know about the rest of you. Indaura Ryssan: :: Listens :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods to K'hal:: Cptn Swain: Have them report to medical, even if they don't want to. Rhan K'hal: I seriously think this ship has a problem if we can't even conduct a survey without histrionics. Hakran K'hal: Was already planning on that, Captain. :: lift doors close :: Rhan K'hal: And that problem is named "Bad Luck." Cptn Swain: Oh come now K'hal. Cptn Swain: It's not like a black cat crossed our paths. Cptn Swain: Or did you break a mirror? Hunter Matheson: (Sorry.. I need to move out.) Cptn Swain: ( No worries, just going to do a little wrap up )) Rhan K'hal: :: tweaks an ear :: Who says it was my fault? It's been this way since my brother Rhan was on board. Atos Ch'kivar: ::To Swain:: Shall I recall our fighters? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Swivels back around and comms in for fighters to return to ship:: Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: I don't know about you, but I think I am ready to head to ... what's the nearest starbase? Hakran K'hal: :: exits into the shuttle bay, makes a beeline for N'Dak and Harper :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: Yes, wherever that is. We need a bit of recovery time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not to mention repairs. Rhan K'hal: Bonus, as soon as we leave we'll be able to see where we're going. Probably good not to run over anything. Cptn Swain: Very good. As soon as our fighters are recalled and the reinforcements have arrived, let them know we're heading out. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Leans back in his chair with an easy sigh:: Fighters on return...and everyone's almost home. Hakran K'hal: :: to Harper and Issaha :: You two are going to have an interesting debrief... after you've been looked at down in sickbay. Cptn Swain: ::Motions to the planet:: This is someone else’s circus now. We'll transmit everything to Starfleet and let them send a proper science vessel to study the system and whatever the Romulans did to it. Cptn Swain: I suspect the big IQ boys back home will be especially interested in that. Cptn Swain: Commander, you have the bridge. Good work everyone. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: In what could also have come out of a loony toons skit, both the Excalibur and the Romulan vessel have deployed secret weapons, with the Excalibur disabling the Romulan vessel’s shields at the same moment the Romulans disabled all of Excalibur’s sensors. We must now race against time to repair our sensors before they escape or attack, and hopefully rescue our crew. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting nervously in sickbay :: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Why is the computer shouting at me? Atos Ch'kivar: :: Swivels away from tactical station :: I've lost all sensors! Hunter Matheson: ::stares at the helm console:: Hakran K'hal: You're not the only one. Damn them! Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Dr. Dubois preparing :: Hakran K'hal: :: plays back the last sensor data to see what the heck just happened :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Cptn Swain: Report. Tandaris Admiran: It wasn't us! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ The Romulans deployed some weapon at the same time that we fired ours and disabled all of our sensors. Hakran K'hal: Looks like they used some sort of beam to aggravate the chaos the star puts out. We're blind. But they should be too. Though, having planned on it, they're probably moving off using their last sensor snapshot. Rhan K'hal: That would be the smart thing to do. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Tapping rapidly at her station. She rose abruptly from her seat and moved one of the aux stations, sitting and letting her fingers fly.:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I'll see what I can do from down here. William Chocox: ::starts working feverishly at his console. Tandaris Admiran: Anti-protons? No, not enough time. Nadions? No, too risky. Positrons? Hmm ... no, too slow. Hakran K'hal: Now the majority of what they did looks like it's in the EM bands, but is also effecting subspace and to a lesser extent our gravimetric array. But it's inhibited enough that I can't track anything but the star and the planet. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Think old school. ::to Tandaris.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: People flew in space before they had fancy sensors and visuals. Atos Ch'kivar: :: Turns back to station :: Do we still have comms? Our fighters have eyes as well. Maryse Dubois: ((Sorry I'm late)) Hunter Matheson: ::as he checks through helm, he realizes that the only problem is sensors, except that he'll have to wing it if he has to fly, so that's out::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ch'kivar, contact them. See if they have a visual. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Pray we still have external comms. Rhan K'hal: They were likely affected in the same way. They didn't target US, they targeted the stuff around us. Cptn Swain: ::He made his way over to the science console where the blue shirt K'hal was working:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: Jabs at a few keys :: Tactical to all fighters. Come in, over. Maryse Dubois: ::Was on the bridge, manning the bio-sensors before all hell broke loose.:: This is a fine mess. Hunter Matheson: ::to anyone:: Any way we can rig up some medical gear to make a rudimentary sensor we can use through the conference room windows? Hunter Matheson: At least we'd be able to maneuver. I think. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We also have previous sensor sweeps in our database, so we'll at least not crash into anything. Except a Romulan ship. Tandaris Admiran: Their shields are down Indaura Ryssan: :: Perhaps she was tired, but she thought she saw Dubois, but not :: Tandaris Admiran: Romulan hulls have a markedly different composition of metals than Federation vessels. Hakran K'hal: :: has a screen full of tiny windows, as he's literally throwing everything he can think of at a simulation of the problem :: Cptn Swain: Pull up the last sensor reading, just before the energy burst. Tandaris Admiran: We could reprogram the spectroscopic suite on the torpedoes to home in on Romulan hulls. Maryse Dubois: ;;Turns to Hunter as she was about to get on the lift.:: Sorry, my equipment may be good, but it's not that good. Hakran K'hal: :: enlarges one of the windows, keys in the proper time sequence :: Hunter Matheson: ::glance over:: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: They'll be pretty much blind too until something like 100 meters, and even then it'd be like looking through soup, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink of water from the replicator :: Rhan K'hal: But, it's still better than what we have. Cptn Swain: d'Aubugine> +Excalibur+ Alpha leader here. Maryse Dubois: ::Hops on the lift, taking it down to sickbay.:: William Chocox: Hrm...that probably won't work. Atos Ch'kivar: :: Looks to Swain :: We've got comms with the fighters. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She lifted a brow at Tandaris.:: Now you're thinking. That gives us tactical, but not much else. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Something, though. Cptn Swain: ::Looks over from the science console, nods:: Maryse Dubois: ::Enters sickbay, seeing Indaura with everything in order.:: Well at least somethings still work... Indaura Ryssan: Separate systems... Hakran K'hal: I may have something like 8 nanoseconds worth of active sensor data here before their pulse fried the solar wind, Captain. But resolution is going to be awful. Cptn Swain: ::K'hal:: Cross-reference time index... 7.28 by 3.1 with our solar probe. Tandaris Admiran: If we don't want to attack, we could lower the yield on the torpedoes so all they do is give off a pretty flare. We could spot that visually. Cptn Swain: ::Admiran:; Mostly I just want my crew back safely. Hakran K'hal: Aye. :: pulls up the solar probe data, does the cross-reference and puts it in center screen :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ch'kivar, have them get us a visual on the Romulan ship. The cloak should be disabled. Indaura Ryssan: What is our situation doctor? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Like sounding charges. ::To Tandaris.:: Yes... I like it. Get them modified and sent a couple off to give our fighters a better visual. Atos Ch'kivar: ::nods:: +d'Aubugine+ Do you have a visual on the Romulan vessel? We need continually updated positioning. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ch'kivar, warn them that we'll be firing torpedoes that should specifically target the Romulan hull. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::dodges another disruptor shot:: This is fun. Maryse Dubois: Apparently both us and the Romulan ship used some crazy devices, and now we are completely blind. Charlie Harper: #You have a strange idea of fun. Cptn Swain: d'A> +Atos+ We have visual only. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> They've locked down the transporters, but we might be able to get to the shuttle bay. Tandaris Admiran: ::begins modifying the torpedoes:: Atos Ch'kivar: +d'A+ Roger that. Exaclibur will be firing off torpedoes will hopefully target the Romulan ship. Cptn Swain: ::Khal:: Look at this... ::points:: Hunter Matheson: :::just... sitting, wishing he could help:: Hunter Matheson: ::nothing like feeling helpless, and he hates that feeling:::: Hunter Matheson: ::his mind begins to wander, but he fights off the dark places in favor of checking helm again:: Tandaris Admiran: Torpedo yield adjusted to minimum and guidance arrays updated. Indaura Ryssan: Blind...great Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Yeah Hunter Matheson: ::mutters::: So...we're blind, but blind people use... Cptn Swain: #Issaha> Give me cover... Hunter Matheson: :::grin:: Sonar. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Incoming data from fighters, giving best guess of Romulan positioning based on triangulation and like math and stuff. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Captain, Commander? Charlie Harper: # ::leans around the bulkhead to lay down a burst of disruptor fire:: Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::makes his ways over to a console:: The shuttle bay is a deck down. Think we can make it? Hunter Matheson: ::shrug::: Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Frowns:: I am trying to access external sensors... what in the world:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances up from the science console:: Yes? Charlie Harper: #Let me guess, a deck down and directly through the people firing at us? Hunter Matheson: Well, sir....When in doubt, do the simplest thing, the least complicated. Sonar? Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes her water :: Ice next time Atos Ch'kivar: ::Calls over his shoulder:: I've got estimated positioning on the Romulans from our fighters. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Admiran, send Chocox down the specs so that he can have more ready, if needed. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> :Sheepish grin:: Hunter Matheson: Or... not. ::goes back to doing his stuff::: Tandaris Admiran: ::sends the specs to Chocox:: William Chocox: +Admiran+ You want me working on these? Cptn Swain: ::Having had less than a few seconds to respond to Hunter's idea before he apparently gave up on it, he looked back to K'hal:: What do you make of this? Indaura Ryssan: I hate the waiting... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. Ch'kivar, send that information to helm. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Fires back at the people shooting at him:: There should be an access hatch just infront of us on the left. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Taps a few keys and sends positioning data to helm:: Done. Hunter Matheson: ::messing around, thinking of things that might work, just in case::: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Unless you have a better idea, in which case, follow your gut Hunter Matheson: ::he uses the coordinates for the last few programmed exit strategies, but he's not sure if they have drifted or would still work::: Hunter Matheson: ::ping::: Hunter Matheson: ::blink, pulls up the data::: Hunter Matheson: ::pages through, judging the odds:: William Chocox: +Admiran+ Nope, your plan is good. Atos Ch'kivar: I'll continue to update helm with positioning data as I receive it. ::Does that:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Admiran, as soon as your torpedoes are ready, send their locations to TAC to fire on your mark. Hunter Matheson: ::plugs it in, matches it with what he had before::: Looks like they haven't moved much. Let me know, sirs, and I'll do it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans herself :: William Chocox: ::starts working:: Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Harper:: Cover me, we should be able to take the access tube directly to the shuttle bay. Hunter Matheson: ::Swain, Hawthorne::: Coordinates laid in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catches Swain's look.:: Captain? Maryse Dubois: ((I have to go early. Something came up. See everyone next week.)) Hunter Matheson: ::idly wonders what it would be like to ram a Romulan ship:: Cptn Swain: (( See you next week! )) Charlie Harper: # I distrust any plan with the word 'should'. ::leans out to lay down fire anyway:: Hunter Matheson: ::probably not good::: Atos Ch'kivar: ((Have a good night!)) Hunter Matheson: (Later) Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Fires a few rounds before heading to the access entrance, under fire:: I mean it could also take us to the garbage compacter. Cptn Swain: Try not to blow them up. Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ How long? William Chocox: +Admiran+ I have a batch of them ready in 30. Cptn Swain: ::Continues working with K'hal's kitten cut-out to determine what exactly the Romulans did:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We won't. Probably. ::Throws Admiran a glance.:: We're not going to blow them up, right? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, work up a map of our location and our fighters relative to the Romulan vessel. I want it on screen. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Opens the hatch, motions Harper over:: Tandaris Admiran: :::Hawthorne:: The torpedoes won't do them any damage. Tandaris Admiran: They are ready when tactical is. Hunter Matheson: On it, Commander Hunter Matheson: ::tappity tap..tap::: Onscreen. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Dips head to Admiran:: Ready whenever you are. Charlie Harper: #::dives across the corridor:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nods in relief and gives Ch'kivar a nod.:: Only a couple, Ch'kivar. We're just getting location, not doing damage. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Looks to Hawthorne:: On your mark. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Follows him through the access hatch, firing off a few rounds before sealing it shut behind them:: Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the return ping::one ping only::: Cptn Swain: ::Working with K'kal, he was keeping an ear on the action unfolding:: William Chocox: ::keeps making batches of torpedoes:: Hunter Matheson: :::rigged to calculate given the composition of surrounding space that he had from before::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Nods.:: Fire. Cptn Swain: #Issaha> ::Points:: Down one, then first access panel on your right. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Taps at his console:: ...two torpedoes away. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feels something is happening.. she can feel it in her bones... or perhaps the deckplating :: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Waits silently, holding his breath:: Tandaris Admiran: ACTION> The torpedoes light up, indicating a Romulan ship only 1000 km to port. It appears to be on an escape course. Hunter Matheson: ::smirks, muttering::: Good try.. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Lets out breath and glances over to Hunter:: Hunter Matheson: ::plugs in their vector::: Cptn Swain: ::Glances up:: Open a channel. Hunter Matheson: ::and does a few rough calculations::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::looks up to Atos::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM