Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

SD 1227.2015 - No Sim (Christmas) SD 0103.2016 While en route to Camelot, Excalibur intercepted a distress call from the Federation's flagship in the quadrant, the command and control, Aventine-class USS Vatican, under the command of Irae Varen. They were under attack from Jem'Hadar forces, but also being co-defended by them. Excalibur managed to even the numbers. The attacking Dominion forces retreated as Semil -- of the Hundred -- arrived with several additional vessels. Now we look to find out what we walked into, and to tend to our damage and wounded.

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is en route to Camelot Station once more. Everyone is a bit disappointed to be returning, including the Captain, who's been gruffer than usual. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal -> :: rather droopy of tail as he sits at his station :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::still familiarizing himself with the names of crew members in the department:: Cptn Swain -> ::Exits onto the bridge, looking sour:: Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm, tending to business:: William Chocox -> ::is on his third cup of coffee:: Rhan K'hal -> :: head nod toward Swain :: Cptn Swain -> Status report. ::Coldly:: William Chocox -> Back to the Gamma Quadrant again? Hunter Matheson -> ::standard report:: On course, Captain. Smooth ride. Maryse Dubois -> ::In the bridge, sitting in an open seat.:: Rhan K'hal -> Quite a bit of encrypted traffic going both ways. Still a lot of civilian traffic toward the wormhole, 2nd wave of the evac. All ship's systems humming right along, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda didn't really seem to notice the Captain's mood. She was busy with reports and requests and ignoring the whiners that wanted to know why *they* had to return when everyone else was tucking tail and running for Terra.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Grabs a cup of tea from the repilcator and heads for his seat.:: William Chocox -> ::looks around for Commander Admiran:: William Chocox -> (w)Maybe I'm talking to myself again. Hunter Matheson -> ::not particularly concerned about returning, just figuring it's part of the job he signed up for and actually not that familiar with Camelot Station except for the crowded conditions and mess they left behind, and that trip was his first. He hopes he won't wish it was his last:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the captain, hoping he was going to take her up on her recommendation.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::comes into view, nearly bumps into Chocox:: Huh--whoops. Sorry. Hunter Matheson -> ::and he's thinking that maybe, just maybe, it's not as bad as everyone is making it out to be::: Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Enters the bridge in a flight suit; her long-red hair up in a tight braid.:: William Chocox -> Are we seriously going back to the Gamma Quadrant again? Why? Hunter Matheson -> ::as he keeps a close watch on navigation sensors, he's wondering if someone coming from the other direction might take the wrong vector and they could end up using the same corridor but in...:::doubletake at the vacuum jock::: Tandaris Admiran -> Orders. Cptn Swain -> ::Looks at the monitor:: Helm. Alter course to mark 123.5. I'd rather avoid the edges of that expanse. Rhan K'hal -> :: head swivels at the new arrival, ears perk a little seeing d'A; little paw wave :: Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Nods to Rhan and heads for Miranda.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath to get his brain back on track:: William Chocox -> Just orders? Hunter Matheson -> ::and he's also taking to heart his little chat with FTO Glasco:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda glanced up as the squad chief approached.:: Lieutenant Commander d'Aubigne. Something I can do for you? Rhan K'hal -> :: waits for Hunter to acknowledge and enact the Captain's course change order, looks over at the Gunny :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::shrugs:: I really don't care what the higher-ups are thinking these days. Hunter Matheson -> Going to 123.5, aye. Tandaris Admiran -> If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that half of them want us to leave altogether, and the other half want to send half the fleet there. Hunter Matheson -> Course engaged, maintain speed, Captain? William Chocox -> So they compromised and sent just us? Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Miranda, lowly:: Commander, permission to make some changes in the rotations to our CAP? Captain has us on constant alert and it's starting to wear on some of the younger kids. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes. Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes sweep the sensors, making sure navigation is clear as he waits for the answer:: Maintaining warp (enter # here), aye. Rhan K'hal -> :: satisfied, returns his attention to his own board; sometimes he worries the marine is deeper into subspace than the ship :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nodded, glancing briefly at Swain and back again to the pilot.:: You already have suggested changes in mind? ::Giving the data padd in her hand a little wave.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::thinks Rhan's pretty much on point with that one:: Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::nods, hands her a pad:: Cptn Swain -> ::Takes a drink of his tea, leans back in his chair, pensively:: Hunter Matheson -> ::and while he's at it, he aims the navigation sensors toward the expanse::: Rhan K'hal -> :: with nothing bleeping, flashing, or buzzing at the moment, rises and does one of those deep, back-arching feline stretches on his way to the replicator :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Tucks hers in the chair and takes the chief's to have a look, scrolling through the list to study the changes. When she reached the bottom, she offered the padd back.:: I don't see any issue with any of it. It should still provide ample coverage for what we need at the moment. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: We aren't the only ship left, but we will probably be the most active. I think there are a few ships hanging around Camelot, mostly couriers and the like. William Chocox -> Hm. Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::nods:: Thanks. Hunter Matheson -> ::and yeah, he's going to agree with the skipper on that one, so he realigns them for standard sweep:: Rhan K'hal -> :: grabs himself something cold, bubbly and caffeinated; downs the whole thing in one long, steady drink and then pops the container back in to be recycled :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: On the bright side, we're not stuck trying to find those refugees a home. Tandaris Admiran -> We could have continued escorting that convoy for months. Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::excuses herself:: Rhan K'hal -> :: returns to his station and settles back in, immediately makes room for the new rotation information that d'A will copy him with as soon as she gets back to her office :: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets an urgent beep, checks it out :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Picks up her data padd, but instead of giving it another look over, she tapped it against her leg as she turned toward Swain.:: Rhan K'hal -> Captain, incoming distress call from the USS Vatican. All I can make out is that they're under attack. Beacon location is in the Expanse. Maryse Dubois -> ::Notices everyone seems to be in their own world. There isn't the usual bridge chatter when she visits.:: Rhan K'hal -> Damn sensor interference, I can't lock it down more specifically at this range. Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at a readout of the latest engine diagnostics:: Not sure about this latest refit. Hunter Matheson -> ::attentive to K'hal, listening carefully for any orders coming his way::: Cptn Swain -> ::Lifts a brow:: The Vatican? That's Irae Varen's ship. What's he doing out... ::frowns:: Tandaris Admiran -> But assuming we don't have to duck into any regions with unusually high gaseous content, we should be fine. Maryse Dubois -> ::Sends a message to sickbay to have them prepped for emergency.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::shifts the navigation sensors once more, but they're not configured to pick up beacons, so he hangs tight:: Cptn Swain -> Helm... set an intercept course. Maximum Speed. Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Red Alert. Rhan K'hal -> :: sends Hunter as much information as he can on it, sets it up to auto-update :: Cptn Swain -> ::Casts a somewhat worried glance to Miranda:: Hunter Matheson -> Intercept course set, Captain. Going to maximum warp 9.998 now. William Chocox -> High gaseous content? So no nebulas? Rhan K'hal -> :: RED ALERT activates :: Red alert, aye. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Klaxons sound! Hunter Matheson -> ::and he receives the coordinates from tactical, automatically sent to helm when they come in:: William Chocox -> ::looks around:: William Chocox -> Son of a gun. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Slight pursing of her lips and tightening around her eyes as she settled into her seat, turning her attention to the main viewer.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Nebulae, "expanses," you know. The usual. Cptn Swain -> Let me know as soon as we have the Vatican on sensors. William Chocox -> I just got my work stuff organized too. Tandaris Admiran -> It looks like the latest improvements did wonders for our efficiency but made the Bussard collectors a little unsteady. Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances around:: A little early for that, hmm? Rhan K'hal -> :: until Ithene gets up to the bridge, takes control of the science bits so he can try to narrow down the sensors a bit to get a better reading of what's going on :: Hunter Matheson -> ::marks time of course change:: Rhan K'hal -> Hmm. That can't be right. :: fiddles some more :: Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda, lowly:: I hadn't heard any reports of the Vatican being on assignment. Varen's been cooped up at Camelot. Hunter Matheson -> ::make that warp 9.89, claiming lysdexia on that one:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to the console she was at, getting a real time update of sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: ears and tail start doing gymnastics :: Rhan K'hal -> Vatican appears to be under attack by the Jem'Hadar... but also seem to be getting assistance from the Jem'Hadar. Cptn Swain -> Hells bells. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Make sure our weapons and shields are prepared. Cptn Swain -> Put it on screen. How long until we're in range. Hunter Matheson -> ::half hearing K'hal, his mind stays on track for once:: Rhan K'hal -> On screen, aye. :: puts it up on the front holoview :: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The sleek, Aventine-class command and control cruiser Vatican was taking heavy fire from a wing of Jem'Hadar attack ships while several others were keeping a larger cruiser busy. Rhan K'hal -> :: fiddles with the sensors some more :: Seems to be some wreckage... can't get a 100% read but I'd lean Klingon. Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the viewscreen, frowning.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::checking Vatican's position, the angle of attack, and the number of attackers at this point, he sets helm for the safest, most efficient entrance and exit vectors:: Cptn Swain -> Escorts. ::Frowns, not liking the look of this at all.:: Helm. Once we're in range, try and draw the fire of those attack cruisers.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::checks the sensors to see what they're up against:: Oh. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> The hundred? ::She threw Swain another look before sending a quick report to the department heads with an update so they'd know what to expect.:: Hunter Matheson -> Aye, Captain. Vector set in. I'll come up on their port side. Rhan K'hal -> :: frowns over the tactical view :: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: That would be my guess. Rhan K'hal -> Coming into weapons range in 90 seconds. Hunter Matheson -> Tactical, can I get a readout of hostile and friendly? Hunter Matheson -> Dropping to attack speed. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur enters range, dropping from warp into the middle of the pitched fire-fight. Rhan K'hal -> Random Tactical Officer> :: reads off what Hunter wants to know :: Hunter Matheson -> In ten... nine... eight... seven... six... etc... now! Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: You know how you were talking about never being in a fight against Jem'Hadar before? Hunter Matheson -> ::sweeps through in an attempt to separate the hostile vessels from the Vatican and their supporting craft:: William Chocox -> Yeah? Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur takes some strafing shots as they sail through the combat area. Tandaris Admiran -> That's not going to be your story anymore. Cptn Swain -> Launch fighters. Rhan K'hal -> :: pops up and zooms over to the aux tactical station so he can work better in the combat situation :: Launch, aye. :: pushes the button d'A would've been waiting for down below :: Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls up and around, stressing the IDS just a tad, getting the fighters in the optimal deploy position:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Vatican takes a heavy hit from the larger cruiser, knocking out their main power. William Chocox -> I uh...am not that up to date on my hand to hand combat. Hunter Matheson -> Launch position ready. Rhan K'hal -> Vatican has lost main power, they're getting pounded over there. Cptn Swain -> Target that cruiser. Fighter wings form up on Vatican and give them cover. Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls up the BFT on his console so he can follow their positions:: William Chocox -> ::checks his console:: Hunter Matheson -> ::sets the computer to alert him of changes:: William Chocox -> Weapons and shields are good right now. Maryse Dubois -> Sickbay is ready to take in wounded if there is an opportunity to receive. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I want a lifesign reading from the Vatican immediately. Prepare transporters in case we need to stage an emergency beam out. Cptn Swain -> ::Letting Miranda handle that while he handled the fighting part:: Tactical the lead ship, full spread of photon torpedoes and phasers. Helm, attack pattern Alpha Seven. Nothing too fancy. Hunter Matheson -> ::coming around for optimal attack position, which just happens to be center mass of the fight::: Hunter Matheson -> Attack pattern Alpha Seven, aye. Hunter Matheson -> Steady as she goes, captain. Rhan K'hal -> Transporters already online and ready. Life signs... well, typical Starfleet cornucopia. They've had losses, but still within 95% of expected compliment. Maryse Dubois -> What about the Klingon escorts? Rhan K'hal -> :: flicks an ear toward Maryse :: There are some Klingon lifesigns on board the Vatican, nothing in the wreckage. Looks like everything that could have been done was. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur fires a salvo into the Jem'Hadar heavy cruiser, score some hits. But they also respond back with some hits of their own, causing the Excalibur to shudder. Hunter Matheson -> ::keeping her as steady as he can;: Maryse Dubois -> ::Grips the console for support.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: manages to avoid putting any holes in the upholstery :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Holds onto her chair, swearing under her breath.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::engages the seat belt system for helm, just in case:: Cptn Swain -> ::Grumbles:: Bring us about. Hunter Matheson -> Coming about. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Vatican is continuing to take fire, but the fighters are helping screen for them. Hunter Matheson -> Ready for another assault run, Captain. Cptn Swain -> Make another pass that cruiser. Zeta Nine. Tactical, target their weapons and engines. Quantum torpedoes. William Chocox -> Damnit. William Chocox -> ::starts looking over his console:: Hunter Matheson -> Aye, Captain. Pattern zeta nine engaged. Attack speed. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Two Jem'Hadar fighters have broken off their assault on the Vatican and have turned their attention to us. Rhan K'hal -> :: optimizes the power requests for the attack pattern, notes the new gnats :: We're getting their attention. Cptn Swain -> Lovely. Fire when ready, tactical. Hunter Matheson -> Rigged for maximum affect, Captain. Hunter Matheson -> *effect Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The attack pattern takes the Excalibur within proverbial spitting range of the cruiser. The Quantum torps slice through the already damaged Jem'Hadar shields, doing heavy damage, but it also exposes the ventral hull to a round of near point-blank shots from their heavy polaron canons. We also have some "friends" on our tail. Tandaris Admiran -> Reroute power to ventral shields! William Chocox -> Aye sir! William Chocox -> ::starts routing shield power:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Engineering re-routes power to stave off some of the blows, but a couple of shots soak through, doing some more than superficial damage. Hunter Matheson -> ::holding her as steady as possible::: Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes dart over the tactical view and the Excalibur's status icons; emits a quick blip from the aft tractor beam at some of the Klingon debris to send it toward the fighters :: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Sensors detect incoming warp signatures. Jem'Hadar. Hunter Matheson -> ::snorts, wondering if they hit the waste management systems and got a face full:: William Chocox -> Damnit. Rhan K'hal -> Incoming Jem'Hadar warp signatures. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Very, very glad that they'd gotten all of their refugees unloaded in the Alpha Quadrant. It was bad enough having to worry about an entire ship full without adding screaming, fearful civilians to that number.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::checking incoming vector:: Cptn Swain -> Get us clear of the cruiser, let's deal with our friends. Cptn Swain -> ::R'Han:: Send a single in the clear to Camelot. Rhan K'hal -> :: ear tilt toward Swain :: Hunter Matheson -> Coming clear, Captain. Moving to intercept on our six. Cptn Swain -> Tell them we're under attack and require assistance. ::Frowns:: Not that they can get here in time. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. :: sends unencrypted message :: Rhan K'hal -> Message away. Hunter Matheson -> ::pretty amazed that she's still handling well::: Hunter Matheson -> Ready to engage incoming, Captain. On approach. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Cruiser and attendant fighters suddenly break off their attacks and jump to warp as the second group of ships enters the combat zone. Rhan K'hal -> :: blink blinkety blink :: Rhan K'hal -> The attacking group has gone to warp, sir. Hunter Matheson -> Steady as she goes, Captain. William Chocox -> ::looks around:: Did we stop shaking? Hunter Matheson -> ::aware of the change, but until he's given orders otherwise, he continues on course::: Cptn Swain -> Semil> +Vatican/Excalibur+ Looks like we missed all the shooting. Cptn Swain -> ...and.... Maryse Dubois -> That seems convenient. Hunter Matheson -> ::blink:: Rhan K'hal -> :: muttergrumbles about the Dominion and Hundred needing to paint their damned ships differently :: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1220.2015 Excalibur is en route to Camelot Station once more. Everyone is a bit disappointed to be returning, including the Captain, who's been gruffer than usual.

MISSION BRIEF: The cattle call has been issued and the crew have received notice to return to their stations. No official word has came out from command, but scuttle is our orders have been cut. Outside the station, another group of Federation ships has recently arrived, and our former chargers -- the refugee transports -- are in the process of moving out of DS9 orbit for a temporary stay on one of Bajor's many moons. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal -> :: back on the bridge, checking to see if the limited quantities of replacement supplies that DS9 could offer are aboard and checked in :: William Chocox -> ::walks into Engineering:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::just finishing up a 20 miler, full kit, makes for the showers:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Rhan finds, in addition to what he request, a large number of additional supplies have been checked in. Hunter Matheson -> ::dropping his gear by the lockers and stripping on the way:: Rhan K'hal -> :: ears ###### in opposite directions, seeing the extra supplies :: Did that fat man with the reindeer come through the Bajoran system when I wasn't looking? Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, totally not looking hungover:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::that's a lie:: Rhan K'hal -> :: isn't going to look a gift horse, or any other creature, in the mouth; merely adds them to the available supply list since there were no "do not open" flags on them :: William Chocox -> Fun night sir? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Entering the bridge, looking very refreshed, having gotten an opportunity to try out one of spa holoprograms offered at Quarks:: Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Was taking one last walk through the Promenade before heading to the outer docking ring.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glances over, gives Ithene a distracted wave :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::smiles, cheerfully:: I meant to tell you Rhan, your fur is coming back in quite nicely! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Yes, please tell us all about your fun night. ::Miranda had stepped up quietly behind William, data padd in one hand. She eyed Tandaris with pursed lips.:: Rhan K'hal -> Small favors. I'd rather still be half bald if it meant we got to stay in the AQ, but I don't think we'll be that lucky. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Pursing her lips.:: No, I doubt we will. William Chocox -> Ah! William Chocox -> ::jumps:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> "Good luck" and this ship don't seem to be on good terms. Rhan K'hal -> In any case, you'll be happy to know all the supplies you used creating the temporary Excalizoo have been replaced. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Considers, perhaps a bit seriously.:: Perhaps we should do Za'nthinal ritual to cleanse the ship of any bad ethei it has gathered? Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls up on another section of his screen the crew tracker so he can keep an eye on who's back :: Hunter Matheson -> :::the shower cleared his mind of demons that returned on station. By the miracle of scene shifts, he is now in his quarters, slipping on a fresh uniform:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Arrives at the docking ring and steps onto Excalibur. After a trip to her quarters to drop off a few items and change into a uniform, she checks in at Sickbay.:: William Chocox -> Commander, how can I be of assistance? Rhan K'hal -> :: looks back at over at Ithene :: I have no idea what you just said around those sneezes. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Oh it's a lovely ceremony practiced on my homeworld. A ritual cleansing of sorts. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter receives a message to contact to the XO before reporting for duty. Tandaris Admiran -> I'd forgotten how much drinking with Klingons is an endurance sport. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I think you'd look lovely in the go'lara costuming. Hunter Matheson -> ::after exchanging what little news that transpired in the last 24, the message comes on his personal PADD:: Huh... XO. ::shrug:: Later, mate. Rhan K'hal -> :: ears ###### back the other way :: I think you'd have to get the Cap's permission before you start chanting over the warp drives, but if you think it'd help, go for it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Not particularly, Ensign Chocox. I was just taking stock of the ship and seeing that things were well in hand. And that certain engineers had returned. ::She threw Tandy a glance.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, well. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Considers:: Well... I don't know how he'll feel about the whole... well... ::pauses:: naked oil bathes. Rhan K'hal -> Can't be any sillier than whacking the hull with a bottle of champagne. Hunter Matheson -> ::sooo... since she's a few pay grades above him, he makes immediately for her location, taking time to check his hair before exiting the lift wherever she is:: Tandaris Admiran -> Now that I no longer have the memories of a Scorpiad ship in me, suddenly neither SI nor Trill are interested in dissecting me. Tandaris Admiran -> It's nice not to be wanted anymore. Rhan K'hal -> :: tail loop-de-loop :: Maybe you should try looking up similar ceremonies from other cultures with less oil and more clothes. Hunter Matheson -> ::he approaches her office/station/perch and waits for her attention:: William Chocox -> What if I want you to be here? Tandaris Admiran -> ::smiles:: That's sweet. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> You should learn to enjoy yourself. Besides... you'd be clothed. ::Curls her lips:: I wouldn't dream of dropping a cat into a vat of oil. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Slight smile.:: Very good. Glad to have you on the ship. I wasn't looking forward to pulling double duty again. Well, that's all. Carry on. ::Turning, she caught sight of Hunter and quirked an eyebrow.:: Oh, yes... I'd forgotten I'd sent that message. Walk with me, Matheson. ::She gestured for the lift.:: Hunter Matheson -> Gunnery Sergeant Hunter Matheson reporting as ordered, Commander. ::as stiff attention as Fleet requires in these circumstances:: Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> ::falls in step with her as ordered:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps out onto the bridge after a small stop at Sickbay.:: Rhan K'hal -> I do know how to enjoy myself, thank you very much. As such, presenting activities to the Captain where there is naked oil bathing isn't on the list. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox, after Miranda leaves:: I'm pleased to see that our ill-fated adventure where you ended up swapping bodies hasn't left me in too low a regard. Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes click over to Mayrse :: And ohhh, what a statement to enter on, Doc. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Snickers:: On the other hand, I'd pay good latnium to see you propose it. Maryse Dubois -> Ahh....yeah. Do I really want to know? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I mean... he'd expect it from me. But from the ship's grumpy cat? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Entering the lift, she called for the deck of her office and then leaned against the wall, facing Hunter.:: I recently received a report from our counselor regarding you. Hunter Matheson -> ::listening:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: I mean he doesn't need to know about the oil wrestling right away. Rhan K'hal -> Probably not, Doc. And I'm not always grumpy, Ithene, only when Starfleet forgets what my job description is when it cooks up its orders. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks as she leans on a railing.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> She stated in her report that you weren't exactly cooperative and had trouble opening up. ::She stepped out of the lift and headed for her office, entering and moving to her desk.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out with her, still listening:: Rhan K'hal -> :: paws up :: It's your world's ritual. If I suggest anything it'd probably be hitting the self-destruct and getting a ship with a new letter. Start fresh. William Chocox -> Well, you're at least able to get me back where I needed to be. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Pouts:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Gestures to a seat a she takes her own, folding her hands and leaning on her desk, looking at him expectantly.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Sighs, exaggeratedly, and heads for her console:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he takes the proffered seat, remains attentive, but says nothing, wondering what she's getting at:: Rhan K'hal -> Now that we're done discussing THAT. :: looks back over to Maryse :: You'll be happy to know you've received far more supplies than I'd expected. Maryse Dubois -> That's great news. Who did you have to bribe? Tandaris Admiran -> I still think you were cute as a girl. Rhan K'hal -> No one... which is what worries me. Probably means we're going to need them and that we're getting sent into the fire again. Tandaris Admiran -> ::knits brow:: Or was it that Ithene was cute as a boy? William Chocox -> Her memories kept pushing themselves through. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You do know that the counselor could keep you from duty, correct? Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Maryse Dubois -> Of course. ::Ponders a moment.:: Makes complete sense. Cptn Swain -> ::Enters onto the bridge, looking not nearly as refreshed as Ithene. In fact he looked more tired than usual.:: Rhan K'hal -> So, typical good news, bad news situation. Anyway, it's all logged in, so feel free to stock sickbay back up. Tandaris Admiran -> ::humphs:: I know how that is. Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands up straight when Swain enters, notices the tired look.:: Get much sleep, Captain? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> So why were you being uncooperative and close-mouthed? Is it that you were not comforable speaking with her or not comfortable speaking at all? Tandaris Admiran -> One moment you're trying to do a multi-dimensional tensor equation, and then you remember an awkward moment when you used to have breasts. Cptn Swain -> Not really. It's been a busy couple of days. A lot of debriefing. ::sighs:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs:: Embodiment is weird. I almost miss remembering being a ship. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks up and decides not to bother Swain... for now.:: Maryse Dubois -> ((lol Tandy)) Cptn Swain -> ((That can be arranged, you know )) Rhan K'hal -> :: looks at the less than perky Captain, nods respectfully at him but decides not to do an info drop on him right now :: Cptn Swain -> ::Rhan:: How are we doing on the recall? William Chocox -> Yeah, well, let's say that Ithene's sexual proclivities are something that should be left with her. Maryse Dubois -> Well don't forget to get some sleep, or should I actually prescribe it to you? ::Smirks.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glance at the screen :: 84% have checked in. Hunter Matheson -> Actually, ma'am, I didn't think I was being uncooperative. Oh, I'm comfortable telling a stranger what I've experienced, ma'am. Just don't think they'd come out of it too well. Cptn Swain -> ::Grins sheepishly at Maryse:: I'll try. Cptn Swain -> ::Glances to Rhan:: Give them another poke. I'd like to get underway as soon as possible. Tandaris Admiran -> Something tells me that she might be the first to disagree. Hunter Matheson -> Counselor or not, there are certain things that shouldn't be talked about anywhere. Things that happen in the field, things that only your teammate will understand. Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns, glancing to the view screen:: The sooner, the better. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Will do, sir. Tandaris Admiran -> But I'm _so_ over promiscuous science officers. ::in a teenage high school voice:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::feels a disturbance in the force:: William Chocox -> That was a scarily accurate impression. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> The report that I have from the last away mission was that you nearly died. And none of your other teammates have informed me of any chats with you about it. That's a problem. Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls up the list of crew that are away and sends a transmission to their comm badges; one of those "be here five minutes ago" speeches; also pokes DS9 ops and asks for a PA announcement reminding Excalibur officers to return :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You can't go through something like that and keep it inside, locked away, all to yourself. It's the reason we have debriefings and post-debriefing counseling sessions. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods to Rhan:: Thanks. As soon as we're at 100% begin preflight checks. Hunter Matheson -> Due respect, Commander, I've almost died several times. I wasn't aware that she wanted me to recount this latest episode. Rhan K'hal -> Announcement away. Any bets on how many I'll have to TP out directly and will land on the transporter pad naked? Rhan K'hal -> Aye, Cap'n. Hunter Matheson -> Tell the truth, this latest episode was minor. Didn't believe it was anything to mess with. Hunter Matheson -> And teammates, ma'am? Not exactly talking about Excalibur. Cptn Swain -> ::Maryse:: Good to see you out of sick bay, as always, doctor. Cptn Swain -> ::Smiles and heads towards his ready room.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Pauses:: And... if you hadn't figured it out... we're going back to the Gamma Quadrant. Don't every one jump for joy at once. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> See, I can't tell if you're putting on some manly bravado because you feel the need to, or if you're actually this nonchalant about such experiences. Cptn Swain -> ::Disappears into his ready room.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: I try, as long as you keep people out of there. Hunter Matheson -> ::his jaw clenches at that, definitely taking offense:: Rhan K'hal -> :: tail swoosh, waits for the ready room doors to close :: Anyone think of something we can bribe Tandaris with to break the warp core? Maryse Dubois -> I don't think you would have to bribe. One of his experiments would do it anyways. William Chocox -> So...any idea as to what's going on? Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks up from his schematic for warp core improvements:: Hmm? William Chocox -> What our next orders are? Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, no. I assume we're going to be sent off to our deaths again. Rhan K'hal -> He's probably too hungover to do that right now though... last time I saw him he looked more like a Troll than a Trill. William Chocox -> Damn, that's always awkward. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::More serious than usual:: Not much we can about it. Make sure you don't let the juniors hear you talk that way Rhan. They're scared enough about everything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::One eyebrow lifted.:: I see I've hit a nerve. Good. At least you're capable of being angry, even if you don't really show it. Tandaris Admiran -> Even more awkward when you actually die. Hunter Matheson -> ::not. appreciating. her. sarcasm. at. all.::: Rhan K'hal -> Which is why I maintain that a pessimistic attitude is the way to go. You can only go up from there. Hunter Matheson -> You want me to tell you why I don't talk about it, Commander? Tandaris Admiran -> I joke, of course. But that isn't actually the worst part of this mission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Not the least bit sarcastic.:: Yes, I do. Hunter Matheson -> ::his voice is quiet, but very direct, his words stabbing:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks at something on her console.:: And let the science officers among the remaining crew not aboard that anyone who has to get another cattle call, will be cleaning up the bio-lab for a week. William Chocox -> Dare I ask what is? Hunter Matheson -> Permission to speak freely, ma'am? Hunter Matheson -> ::barely holding it together:: Tandaris Admiran -> This is a clean-up mission. Rhan K'hal -> :: chuckles :: After the things its had in there for the last month, that should cause a stampede. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Go ahead. ::She leaned back in her chair.:: Tandaris Admiran -> When we first entered the Gamma Quadrant after the war, it was on that fabled mission of exploration young Starfleet officers are always going on about Maryse Dubois -> Did they manage to get the smell out of there yet? Tandaris Admiran -> Now this quadrant has lost its luster, and whether or not we see any action, were going to see a lot of … endings. Tandaris Admiran -> It's going to be demoralizing. Rhan K'hal -> :: adds Ithene's motivational to the remaining science officers still on DS9 :: Hunter Matheson -> ::he stands and moves into her personal space, eyes blazing, speaking quietly:: Ma'am, when you have lain injured in the middle of a swamp, holding your buddy out of the water as his guts fall out and cover your face, wondering if the rest of the QRF will ever find you in this God. Forsaken. Putrid. Place. Then you'll know why I don't want to talk about it. Rhan K'hal -> Wow. Look at 'em run. William Chocox -> Well damn. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Mildly pleased with herself.:: Hunter Matheson -> When you have stood on a mountain, holding your buddy to get him out of the line of fire, and he takes one in the head so his brains gush out onto your face, then you'll know what it means. Rhan K'hal -> Looks like we're going to be left with a few stubborn, or more likely unconscious, security officers. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It's always the goldshirts, isn't it? Tandaris Admiran -> On the bright side, it will give us an opportunity to make some improvements to the warp core Hunter Matheson -> When you crawl ten miles on your elbows because your legs don't work and go for days without water so your lips swell and you would give your last breath for ONE DROP of WATER... Hunter Matheson -> Then you'll know. Rhan K'hal -> Mmhmm. I suppose I could just tp them into the bio-lab, that'll wake 'em up. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That's an idea. Hunter Matheson -> ::stops dead on:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Pauses:: Do you think the Captain is okay? Hunter Matheson -> Would you like more, ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> If so, I have a hundred more like that. Maryse Dubois -> He seemed pretty exhausted. Hunter Matheson -> ::dead serious:: I'd be glad to share. Hunter Matheson -> Don't. Talk. To me. About. Manly. Bravado. Rhan K'hal -> :: sigh :: He's giving off a lot of stress chemicals. I don't think he likes this any more than we do. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: William Chocox -> Well that's always good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She rose from her chair, standing face to face with him, though he had the height advantage.:: By nature of your posting, you've been through a lot, Sergeant. A lot more than anyone should ever have to go through, some might say. But don't think, for a single moment, that no one else has been through the same thing. We've all had to make the hard choice. We've all had to make the sacrifice we shouldn't have to make. So get it out of your thick head that no one understands. Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Once we get underway, you might just have to make good on that Rx for him, Doc. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Quintus was telling me he hasn't been sleeping well. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That he stays up, looking at mission logs and reports well into the night. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Evenly and calmly, she gazed up at him.:: And yes, I would like to hear more. But not now. You'll no longer be going to the counselor. You're on my schedule now. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Maryse Dubois -> Before long, we might all need it. Hunter Matheson -> ::not fazed one bit:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: I get the distinct feeling this won't be a fun return trip. Rhan K'hal -> :: checks the board... 99% checked-in, which means ten unlucky crew who didn't move fast enough; sends one final, dire warning to those ten crew members that they have 60 seconds to check in by comm and 5 minutes to check in at the airlock before they find themselves transported aboard into some place much less pleasant than where they're holding out :: Cptn Swain -> ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Our first session is before your next shift begins. I'll send you a note to let you know when and where we'll be meeting. Hunter Matheson -> ::comes to attention:: Yes, ma'am. Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1213.2015 The cattle call has been issued and the crew have received notice to return to their stations. No official word has came out from command, but scuttle is our orders have been cut. Outside the station, another group of Federation ships has recently arrived, and our former chargers -- the refugee transports -- are in the process of moving out of DS9 orbit for a temporary stay on one of Bajor's many moons.

SD 1206.2015 The crew has been, unofficially, on leave at DS9 for several days awaiting orders. More Federation and Klingon ships have arrived, bolstering the defenses, while a steady stream of colonists from the Gamma Quadrant, as well as Starfleet personnel who have been deemed "non-essential," continue to flow through the station.

MISSION BRIEF: The crew has been, unofficially, on leave at DS9 for several days awaiting orders. More Federation and Klingon ships have arrived, bolstering the defenses, while a steady stream of colonists from the Gamma Quadrant, as well as Starfleet personnel who have been deemed "non-essential," continue to flow through the station. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::wandering around, looking for something new to do since he has seen most of the station and it's getting old::: Cptn Swain -> @::Making his way back to the Excalibur, a mild frown on his face. The station was busy, and it took several minutes longer than usual to get a lift from the Promenade to the pylon the Excalibur had been parked at since arriving.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Taking advantage of the breather to visit some of the shops on the Promenade.:: Rhan K'hal -> @ :: in full civilian regalia, looking over some jewelry at a shop on the Promenade :: Tandaris Admiran -> @::in Quark's, sitting at a table with several Klingons:: And that's when I turned to him and said, “Yes, but you try jumping out an airlock and see how you like it!" Hunter Matheson -> ::slaps on a @::: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Klingon's laugh, loudly and slap Tandaris on the back hard enough to make him cough. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::On the upper Promenade, sitting at the view port facing the wormhole.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::slaps his hand on the table:: Ow. Tandaris Admiran -> @::raises his empty cup:: Next round's on me! William Chocox -> @::is sitting at the bar at Quark's nursing a drink:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::With Ithene, she pointed out an outfit in a nearby clothing store.:: There's so little fabric to that one that it's probably made for a Dabo girl. ::Sips at her fruity beverage.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I think it would look perfect on you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::She snorted.:: Funny, I was thinking the same about you. You're the one that's the risk taker. Rhan K'hal -> @ :: finds a nice earring that, put in sideways, accommodates his felinoid ear; pays the nice shop owner and immediately starts fitting it in, with some difficulty as he's been on duty so long the hole has shrunk :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Also sipping a fruity, bubbly drink, she smirked.:: I don't know it's more your colors than mine. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::feeling pretty lost and really tired of avoiding ladies (using the term loosely), he weaves through the crowd, checks out the lift, then decides it's better to take the stairs, though they're pretty packed too:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Feels a soft fabric in bright colors with her free hand.:: So where has the Captain been hiding himself? Tandaris Admiran -> @::spots Will all by his lonesome:: Chocox! Come join us! Rhan K'hal -> @ :: heads off to another store, spies the commanders looking over what could loosely be classified as clothing but has less fabric than a handkerchief :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::plastered against the railing by a few passing Klingons, then pushed into a heavyweight fighter - or maybe someone who should be one - he almost crawls up the stairs the rest of the way. His uniform took a beating, but it wouldn't be the first time::: William Chocox -> @Alright. ::makes his way to the table:: William Chocox -> @You ok sir? Tandaris Admiran -> @Klingons> ::part in such a way that Chocox has to squeeze himself in between two very bulky warriors:: Rhan K'hal -> @ :: shakes head, trying to remove the image of Cdr Hawthorne wearing it, and then moves on :: Tandaris Admiran -> @ I am drunk. Tandaris Admiran -> @ I have not been this drunk in … ::blinks:: What year is it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::She tilted her head to view some of the other styles and shrugged.:: Mostly he's been meeting with the station command and other captains. They're keeping it all a bit hush hush at the moment. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::uniforms to the right of him, uniforms to the left of him, this language, that language, he's about to go crazy until he finds a mostly empty spot where he can straighten his tunic and brush the dirt from his uniform::: William Chocox -> @::looks up nervously at the warriors:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Corizon feels a disturbance in the force, as if a lie was being told by a spotted engineer. He shakes it off. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::She frowned, well it was really more of pout as she put down the very /revealing/ top.:: I don't like secrets. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::jostled again, he is pushed against a table near the wormhole viewport and slams into the Starfleet lieutenant who happens to be sitting there::: Oh.. .hey... ::he pushes off and turns to face..:: Sorry, I.... William Chocox -> @Last week sir? Rhan K'hal -> @ :: acrobatically avoids the crowded stairwell by jumping on top a sled of crates and then up to the top level railing and pulls himself over, spots the Doc nearby and makes his way over :: Hunter Matheson -> @ Uh... ::complete embarrassment:: sorry, doc. It's.. uh... a little crowded in here. Cptn Swain -> ::Asher arrived at the airlock, which after handing over his identicard to the officer on watch, he headed through to the Excalibur.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ I'll.. uh... be more careful. Sorry..::and he starts to move off:: Tandaris Admiran -> @ Oh no, much drunker than that. ::counts on his fingers::Um … at least sixty-five years. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Watches Hunter crash into a poor lieutenant. Smirks.:: You normally wear your uniform while on leave? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> And what were you doing talking to those... I hesitate to use the word... traders from Ulthera? Tandaris Admiran -> @ But sorry, I'm being rude! William Chocox -> @ Hm. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Allow me to introduce you to Gorkoth, son of k'Teth! We go way back. ::gestures to the Klingon next to Chocox. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::blink:: Yes, ma'am. Protocol where I'm from. Plus, I don't have any civies. William Chocox -> @ Like, lifetimes back or just this lifetime? Rhan K'hal -> @ :: lithely avoids the crush and joins Hunter and Mayrse :: I'd say let your hair down Gunny, but I don't think if you lined them all up end to end they'd be long enough to manage it :: Hunter Matheson -> @ :;he winces, working his left arm:: Tandaris Admiran -> @ Gorkoth, this is Lieutenant William Chocox, one of Starfleet's best engineers. ::leans in closer, mock whispers:: For a human. William Chocox -> @ I try not to let it get in the way. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Motions down to the lower Promenade.:: There's a couple clothing shops and a tailor down there. You should pick up some before we leave. Never know when you will get another chance. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ I don't like secrets, either, but it is a part of command. Information trickles downhill, just like the punishment. ::Picking up a pair of shoes in a garish shade of green, she held them up with a smirk to Ithene.:: Your color? Those traders, loosely termed, have access to and knowledge of certain transport routes. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::tentative smile, more like a grimace, as he glances down at the crowd:: Yes, ma'am. I'll check it out. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Brightens:: Love them! Tandaris Admiran -> @ I met Gorkoth about ten years ago, just prior to joining Excalibur. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Swain asked me to see what information I could get out of them and find out how shrewd their negotiation skills were. We need transports, the more the better. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Smirks:: Don't like crowds much? Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> You were very green back then. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I see. ::Putting down her drink to try on the shoes:: That still doesn't tell me *why* you were talking to them. ::Pauses, almost a worried look on her face as the shoes slipped on.:: You're not in any trouble are you? William Chocox -> @ And now he's just spotted. Hunter Matheson -> @ Not exactly a fan of 'em, ma'am. No. Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> Yes, though he still has a taste for green in his mates. Tandaris Admiran -> @Other Klingons> ::laugh raucously:: Hunter Matheson -> @ It's pretty hard to get away from 'em here, though. But I'm tryin. Maryse Dubois -> @ Then you should avoid Quark's. Which is a shame, cause that is where the drinks are. ::Stands and stretches a little.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @Waiter> ::arrives and pours another round of blood wine into everyone's cups, including Chocox's:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::She gave Ithene a wry look.:: Of the two of us, who is more likely to get themselves into a bit of trouble with shady traders? Hmm? Hunter Matheson -> @ Drinks. Right. I'll... keep that in mind. Hunter Matheson -> @ I.. uh.. don't suppose there's a place that has good burgers here? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Maryse Dubois -> @ You have the Replimat and the Klingon cafe. You can probably get burgers at the Replimat. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Bats her eyes, walking around in sultry manner in the pumps:: I have no idea what you mean. I would never get into any kind of trouble. Rhan K'hal -> ((afk)) Maryse Dubois -> @ Unless you like your burgers crawling...literally. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Her BS meter starts going off.:: William Chocox -> @ ::tries not to grimace at the blood wine in his cup:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Real ones, I mean. And no, not... crawling.... ::serious disappointment:: I'll just head back to quarters. Thanks for the tips, ma'am. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> What do you think? Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Nods.:: Sure. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::moves on out::: Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> So, Chocox. Tell us a story of your prowess on the battlefield! Hunter Matheson -> @ ::working his arm a little more, rubbing his shoulder, he disappears in the crowd::: Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Turns and crosses the bridge into Quark's upper level.:: Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Is meanwhile picking upa nice basket of goodies for Asher, since he'd been too busy with other things. He wondered if he should get a gift for Arden, the captain's paramour, and decided that it needed to be something extra special.:: Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Practically bouncing as he headed towards the clothing shop where the Commanders were looking at pumps:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::Eyes the shoes.:: I can't think of a single time when you'd actually be able to wear those on the ship, but they do wonders for your legs. William Chocox -> @ There was that time I nearly blew up the Excalibur. William Chocox -> @ Took care of the pirate problem. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Once inside, she leans on a railing, spotting Tandy and Will below.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I know, right? Maybe at some after hours thing in the lounge? Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> Ah, pirates! I often crave a run-in with some Orion pirate scum. They might be cowards, but they are better than the patrol duty we often draw. William Chocox -> @ My commanding officers weren't too fond of the methods. Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> I envy you two. The Gamma Quardant is one of the last frontiers. One of the few places a warrior can be guaranteed a fight worth his bloodlust. Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Nearly runs into Miranda and Ithene, he was busy texting someone on his PADD:: Rhan K'hal -> ((bak)) Hunter Matheson -> @ ::wanders back toward the ship:: Rhan K'hal -> @ :: wandering around, people watching; a considerably more ragged assemblage than what he was used to growing up in San Francisco, but still enjoyable :: William Chocox -> @ Sometimes it's a bit much. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Walks down to the lower area and heads to the bar. She orders a drinks, listening to Tandy, Will, and a Klingon talk.:: Tandaris Admiran -> @::nods:: There is a lot of pressure out there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::Takes hold of Quintus by the shoulder.:: Busy day, Yeoman? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> :smirks: Cptn Swain -> (( ack one second )) Cptn Swain -> (( sorry chat was bugged )) Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Blushes:: Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. I was just uh... ::considers:: Just uh picking up some things for the Captain, since he's been so busy and all. Oooo those are lovely shoes Commander Vallorn. Tandaris Admiran -> ((Darn NSA. Even our Java apps aren't safe!)) Rhan K'hal -> @ :: meanders back onto the main level of the Promenade, heads back to that clothing shop, curious to see if Ithene picked up that colorful little nothing :: Rhan K'hal -> @ :: sees Augustus with them, figures it's safe to barge in :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::Lifts an eyebrow.:: Oh? What sort of things? Is he making you run errands? Clean his laundry? Get him that silky underwear he enjoys wearing? William Chocox -> @ And some...interesting happenings. Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> I am disappointed we did not have the pleasure of facing the Jem'Hadar this time. Now they are a formidable species! Rhan K'hal -> @ :: snorts, hearing Miranda's inquiry :: There's a mental image it'll take me weeks to clear. William Chocox -> @ Before my time. Tandaris Admiran -> @::sips his wine:: Yes. Pity they didn't follow the Klingons in confronting their gods a little sooner. Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Smirks, proudly:: I got him a little care package. Now i am looking for something for him to give to Commander Cormoran. What do you think we should get for him? I thought about something... you know... ::completely unaware the cat was there:: sexy for bed? Rhan K'hal -> @ :: quirks an ear :: I've heard of airing people's dirty laundry, Augustus. This is the first time I've heard of airing people's yet to be purchased laundry. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::Eyes dancing, she couldn't help but laugh. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.:: Oh yes, Yeoman, that'd be just the thing. You should be able to find something really nice in here. ::Jerking her thumb back at the store with all the scantily clad display models in the window.:: The less fabric, the better. Hunter Matheson -> ::enters the ship and wanders toward the lift to his quarters:: Tandaris Admiran -> @Gorkoth> Second! ::raises his cup:: To dead gods—the best kind! ::drinks:: Cptn Swain -> @Quintus> ::Nods happily and heads off:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> He's certainly... eager to please. Tandaris Admiran -> @Other warriors> Q'pla! Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Looks at the cat:: What do you think about these heels? Rhan K'hal -> @ :: Ithene :: Shoes instead of lingerie, hmm? Still in stage one of man shopping, I take it? Hunter Matheson -> Cory> ::as Kal enters:: Didn't last long. William Chocox -> @ Q'Pla? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Smiles sweetly:: Oh, I have plenty of lingerie. Hunter Matheson -> Huh? Oh.. yeah. Referring to the uniform or time on? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Yeoman are usually like that. ::Once Quintus was out of hearing.:: I think he has a crush on Swain. ::Turning back, she eyed K'hal.:: What have you purchased? Hmm? Hunter Matheson -> Cory> Both. ::he shrugs:: Look like you've been through the wringer. Tandaris Admiran -> @::grins:: Q'pla! ::downs his wine:: Rhan K'hal -> @ :: chuckles, smiles at Miranda and gives his new earring a flick :: Not much in my style here, or compatible with a tail, so I stuck with accessories. William Chocox -> @::takes a sip of his blood wine and gags:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ::She put a hand over Ithene's eyes and hissed at Rhan.:: Don't let her see jewelry! I've been able to keep her out of those stores so far. Tandaris Admiran -> @Klingons> ::get a kick out of Chocox's predictable reaction:: Hunter Matheson -> Yeah, a time or two. ::Kal plunks onto his bunk, then begins to work his boots off, checking them for spots, nicks, smudges, and groans::: William Chocox -> @ How can you drink this stuff? Rhan K'hal -> @ :: laughs :: Good luck with that, she'll run you over to get there eventually Commander. Tandaris Admiran -> @ Don't worry. Everyone gags the first time they drink blood wine. I threw up, actually. And I've had to drink it for the first time several times now! Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> You know I can still hear you. Maryse Dubois -> @ ::Chuckles as she watches Will try to drink bloodwine. Takes her drink from the bartender and sips.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::then he strips into his skivvies and collapses on his bunk:: William Chocox -> @ Anyone want to finish mine? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Crap. ::Smirking, she released Ithene and sighed dramatically.:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

(No Sim 11.22.15) MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is preparing to escort the final wave of transports through the wormhole to DS9. We have rigged a shuttle to work as a tow-truck of sorts for some of the more... decrepit transports, which will lead them through. We will be following behind them. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> ::On the bridge, not drinking tea for a change:: William Chocox -> ::is in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson -> ::station keeping, waiting for the order:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters engineering:: Cptn Swain -> Mister K'Hal, signal the last wave to begin their transit. Rhan K'hal -> :: pacing between auxiliary consoles on the starboard side of the bridge, keeping an eye on many things with the added advantage of looking like a caged cat :: Cptn Swain -> +Admiran+ We're moving out, engage the autopilots. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, Cap'n. :: taps his ear bud, gives the go order :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Observing on the bridge for the moment.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Enters onto the bridge, smiles to Maryse:: Cptn Swain -> Helm, put us into position at the tail-end of the fleet. Rhan K'hal -> Ships on the move, sir. William Chocox -> Hello Commander. Hunter Matheson -> ::as he hears the moving out part, he prepares to... well... move on out:: Aye, sir. Taking position to follow the fleet on their six, at two zero two mark five. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Nice job with the SIF modifications on those freighters. We might actually pull them through safely Hunter Matheson -> ::with uncanny ease, the Akira does her thing and they slip into position:: In position, Captain. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods with a smile as Ithene passes by, then focuses back on the swirling lights of the wormhole.:: Rhan K'hal -> (( he was so surprised at a compliment he fell out of the sim )) Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The first set of un-aided transports approach the wormhole and enter through the apeture. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles:: You seem to be holding up well, doctor. Cptn Swain -> Are we ready with the other transports? Maryse Dubois -> Under the circumstances. ::Smirks.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Tandaris+ Commander, are your RC freighters ready to go? Maryse Dubois -> How's the zoo? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I am sad we're going to be transferring them to DS9. ::frown:: Some of them are really cute. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The second wave enters, leaving just us, our fighters, and RC controlled freighters. William Chocox -> Thank you sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::one leg bounces at the prospect of losing one of those freighter/transports:: Tandaris Admiran -> So far so good Hunter Matheson -> ::holding steady as his eyes wander toward the wormhole, prominent on the viewscreen:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Laughs.:: The quartermasters will love having their cargo bays back though. But I bet they would want to sterilize everything first. :;Watches the next wave enter the wormhole.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::and he is not exactly a fan of wormholes:: William Chocox -> No one's fallen apart yet? Rhan K'hal -> :: huffs, checks himself :: Captain, everything appears to be dandy, outside the black hole between here and Engineering. Tandaris Admiran -> No reports of wreckage emerging from the wormhole on the Alpha Quadrant side Cptn Swain -> ::Leans back in his chair, activating the 360 holographic display on the bridge. William Chocox -> Alright. Cptn Swain -> Very well, signal the RC transports ahead. Follow them at a comfortable distance. Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks, first time he's seen the 360° holoview used :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::smiles as the holodisplay lights up:: Oh, the Captain must enjoy the light show. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. :: activates the runabout guide dogs to start their flight plans :: Rhan K'hal -> Gunny, I'll leave it to you to decide what a "comfortable distance" is. Hunter Matheson -> ::Rhan:: Aye, sir. We're comfortable at the moment. It will modify instantly if the RC transports deviate from designated course. Hunter Matheson -> Only thing that might affect it is the wormhole, but I'm on that already. William Chocox -> How much longer until we go through? Tandaris Admiran -> Hmm Rhan K'hal -> :: watches on RC freighters slowly head to the wormhole in glorious high definition holoview :: Tandaris Admiran -> Traversal for the freighters should be another fifteen to twenty minutes Tandaris Admiran -> Assuming no complications William Chocox -> Big assumption. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The RC transports enter the wormhole, and the bridge lights up with the view of the freighters entering the wormhole, in all the holographic splendor provided by the 360-view. Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the pretty colors.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::too busy concentrating to be overawed by the 360 view:: Rhan K'hal -> :: is glad that the size discrepancy between the wormhole and any ships going in is big enough that it doesn't look like anything being "swallowed" as the holoview would certainly make for a more cringe-inducing experience :: Rhan K'hal -> :: checks his console :: Cptn Swain -> ::Takes a deep breath as the freighters enter:: Take us in, Mister Matheson. Rhan K'hal -> They're all in, receiving transponder pings Hunter Matheson -> Aye, Captain. Entering in five.. four... three... two...... Hunter Matheson -> ::gives Excalibur's computers control for entry:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Excalibur enters, giving us a pretty light show on the bridge. Cptn Swain -> (( Tandaris, Will, give me a number 1-20 each )) William Chocox -> ((8)) Rhan K'hal -> :: flattens ears, tries to resist the primal urge to pounce the moving verteron nodes :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Maryse:: I'd be lying if I said I was unhappy the Captain was an astronomy nerd. Cptn Swain -> ::leans back, attempting to project calm:: Hunter Matheson -> ::as his eyes sweep the console, their minor adjustments catch his attention and he makes a mental note, he blocks out everything but their progress and the few voices that would give him orders:: Tandaris Admiran -> ((13)) Cptn Swain -> (( Gah, stupid lucky kids. FOILING MY FUN )) Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Ahead of us, the RC controlled freighters exit the wormhole without incident. William Chocox -> ((Isn't it about telling a story rather than a TPK?)) Tandaris Admiran -> ::keeps an eye on the freighters ahead of them now that they are in the wormhole:: Hunter Matheson -> ::did he mention that he doesn't like wormholes? if not, he doesn't really like wormholes because they are generally unpredictable, no matter how predictable we think they are:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: Always nice to have a captain who was a little more empathetic to the sciences. Rhan K'hal -> Waves one and two have gone through... and now the RC's have as well. Exiting wormhole ourselves in 3...2...1... Hunter Matheson -> ::notes the exit, monitoring the ship's computer control:: Rhan K'hal -> Ah, Home Sweet Alpha Quadrant Home. Hunter Matheson -> ::a finger hovering over the manual override:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Excalibur exits the wormhole without incident, and arrives outside DS9 where the convoy has taken up position, along with a rather larger than normal contingent of Federation and Klingon warships. Rhan K'hal -> :: notes the unholy traffic mess at DS9 :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins counting his limbs:: Cptn Swain -> ::Deactivates the 360 display, least they get a nasty case of vertigo. And smiles:: Cptn Swain -> Anyone want to ride again? William Chocox -> There's a third arm on your back. Hunter Matheson -> ::absently:: No, sir. Maybe next time. Rhan K'hal -> As fun as it was, I like it better on this side, sir. Tandaris Admiran -> Not again! Tandaris Admiran -> ::swats absent-mindedly:: William Chocox -> That was a joke. Rhan K'hal -> :: sends a friendly comm ping at DS9 to let them know we're here :: Cptn Swain -> ::Grins:: Cptn Swain -> We can begin to transfer back the people to the transports at anytime. Cptn Swain -> I am sure they'll appreciate the somewhat less cramped space. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, the freighters will stop a little bit out of the way of the traffic flow and the ships that I crammed the people into can unload. Cptn Swain -> ::Maryse:: Prepare to begin transferring your patients over to DS9. And you, Ithene, your zoo has to go as well. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::All but pouts, but nods:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods as she hops into the TL.:: Rhan K'hal -> Gunny, stick with the freighters, but be sure to leave room for the big ships to swoop in. They have deposits to make. Hunter Matheson -> Aye, sir. ::checks the stats and gives K'hal a thumbs up:: We're good, sir Rhan K'hal -> +Engineering+ Moving into position for the freighters to be reloaded. If you have anything to undo, now's the time. Otherwise I'll recall the runabouts. Hunter Matheson -> ::plugging in the extra data:: Cptn Swain -> Helm, once we've disembarked them to their proper transports. We should be given priority clearence to dock at DS9. ::Frowns:: I have a meeting with Vice-Admiral Hayden that will likely determine if we stay with the convoy or head back to Camelot. Hunter Matheson -> Copy, Captain. Solid dock, priority. Maryse Dubois -> ::Arrives in Cargo Bay 3, and begins supervising the patients.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Now the real fun begins Rhan K'hal -> :: contacts the sardine ships, lets them know they can make their dumps any time :: Cptn Swain -> ::His preference was, strangely enough, to stay with the convoy. Boring as it might be, the hornet's nest of the GQ was hardly his idea of fun.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Of course, he already had more or less accepted that they would be headed back into the "dark quadrant.":: Cptn Swain -> ::Clears his throat:: Once we dock, anyone who wants to grab some quick R&R at the station... and call their... call whoever, should do so. My assumption is we will be returning to the Gamma Quadrant, which is not going to be a picnic. Hunter Matheson -> ::and as he monitors the transports, keeping a close eye on the transfers, he pulls up DS9's docking protocol as well as their berthing layout::: Rhan K'hal -> :: having had no word to the contrary from Engineering, releases the runabout guide dogs to their ships of origin, which happily enough are the ones approaching to vomit out refugees back into the freighters :: Rhan K'hal -> Okay Gunny, the Kamakura has signaled that they'll take over here. Head on over to port, I'll see about the where-tos. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: This was an exhausting assignment, but at least it was a predictable one. There's no telling what will happen once we're back in the Gamma Quadrant Rhan K'hal -> :: contacts DS9 Operations to get the particulars :: William Chocox -> Yeah...that's going to be an adventure. Hunter Matheson -> Heading to port, easing his baby toward the station:: Hunter Matheson -> (., not ::) Cptn Swain -> ::Stands:: K'Hal you have the bridge. I am headed to the station as soon as we're docked. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal -> :: has a short and to the point conversation with DS9 Ops... they're obviously a little busy for small talk :: Docking pylon 3, ventral, Gunny. Cptn Swain -> ::Hears which airlock they're using, and heads for the lift:: Rhan K'hal -> Standard approach, DS9 will scatter the roadblocks for us. Hunter Matheson -> Ventral docking pylon 3, aye. ::gives the console a few taps:: Moving in. Rhan K'hal -> :: activates the docking preparations from his own console :: Hunter Matheson -> ::easing her into the slip:: Hunter Matheson -> ::noting that it's worse here than rush hour on the beltway:: Hunter Matheson -> Docking in five.... four... three... two.... one... Cptn Swain -> ::Directs the lift to the proper airlock:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching her staff move around.:: +K'hal+ Our patients are ready to be moved once the ship has docked. Has DS9's medical staff been contacted to receive? Hunter Matheson -> ::a slight movement signals their dock and seal engagement:: Docked. Seal in place. Rhan K'hal -> :: feels the telltale bump that the docking pylon tractor has snatched the ship and guided it in... gets confirmation of station clamps engaged :: Rhan K'hal -> :: finishes ship-side prep :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::considers:: This is the first time I've been back in the Alpha Quadrant since rejoining Excalibur Hunter Matheson -> :;releases helm control:: Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ Not yet, Doc, was waiting to dock. Which we have, so I'll start sending out all the memos. I'll direct your message to you automatically. Maryse Dubois -> +K'hal+ Thank you. Rhan K'hal -> :: sends out all the "what do we do with X" questions to DS9 ops :: Rhan K'hal -> Helm secure, Gunny? William Chocox -> I think it's my first time in the Alpha Quadrant since you rejoined the Excalibur too. We were kinda stuck there. Hunter Matheson -> Helm is secure. Rhan K'hal -> Go ahead and clock out then, no point having you stare at console when we aren't going anywhere for a while. Hunter Matheson -> ::engaged in post flight reports:: Soon as I'm done here, sir. Cptn Swain -> ...and.... Tandaris Admiran -> ::shifty eyes:: Yeah. Sorry about that. Rhan K'hal -> :: receives instructions for the various refugee, patient, animal and part storing questions, sends along the info to the pertinent Excalibur people :: William Chocox -> Not your fault. Rhan K'hal -> :: sighs, pops into the Command chair and leans back :: That was fun. Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1129.2015 The Excalibur is preparing to escort the final wave of transports through the wormhole to DS9. We have rigged a shuttle to work as a tow-truck of sorts for some of the more... decrepit transports, which will lead them through. We will be following behind them.

MISSION BRIEF: Last week, Excalibur and the fleet learned that due to the escalating violence in the Gamma Quadrant, the Federation Council and Starfleet have begun evacuations of non-essential personnel, and are drawing up evacuation plans for the various colonies and outposts in the region. The Bajoran colony on New Bajor, where our fleet was formerly headed is among those, and so, we have instead altered course for the wormhole. We are currently in a holding pattern outside the terminus, near the former construction site of Starbase Lyonesse, prepping the fleet for the passage through the wormhole. cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEING SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal -> :: on the bridge, contemplating cows... er, ships :: Hunter Matheson -> ::holding in the holding pattern:: Jas -> ::patrolling and keeping an eye on things in the cargo bay:: cptn swain -> ::On the bridge, looking grim:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::going over the latest status report on the emergency refit process—it's not good:: Maryse Dubois -> ((I forgot what tbs was.)) Rhan K'hal -> :: no one in particular :: I don't suppose we could pop our head in the wormhole and ask the Prophets to widen things a bit. cptn swain -> ((A week and half )) Maryse Dubois -> ((Oh right)) William Chocox -> So, what's up now Commander? Hunter Matheson -> (full convoy at the terminus, or just Excal?) cptn swain -> (( Full convoy, and some assorted additional traffic of people getting the heck out of dodge )) Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Three other teams have reported problems improving the SIF on some of these transports. Two more have installed the modifications but blown out the power grids on their ships. cptn swain -> ::Drinking tea, as usual, trying not to pace and largely failing:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In a cargo bay checking on everyone. People seemed to be in low spirits since supplies had to be rationed with the additional time in travel.:: cptn swain -> How restless are the natives> Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns and exits the bay, heading to a TL.:: William Chocox -> That's not good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Everyone had settled down to a point where their security officers kept it from coming to blows. Extra patrols helped, but they weren't short on fear and anger lately.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::The change of plans had worked somewhat in her teams favor, as it gave them longer to study, catalog, and the prepare the variety of plants and animals that they had taken with them from the planet, but now they had a slightly different bag of cats in that settling these people on an even more alien world could be tricky.:: Rhan K'hal -> Thousands and thousands of people, packed in hip to hip on old smelly transports... I doubt I have to spell it out in flaming letters on the side of a mountain. William Chocox -> ((Someone remind me what SIF is?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Extremely restless. ::Glancing to Swain.:: I've gotten multiple reports from security on the issue. The increase in travel time hasn't helped. Nor the fact that we aren't equipped for this long of a run with this many people. Jas -> ::stops near the exit of the cargo bay after what has seemed like dozens of rounds and stands sentry there with a tired look:: Tandaris Admiran -> ((Structural integrity field)) William Chocox -> ((Danke.)) Maryse Dubois -> :;Steps out onto the bridge. She walks over to K'hal, PADD in hand.:: William Chocox -> Anything we can do? Maryse Dubois -> ((Keeps us from going squish on the wall.)) cptn swain -> ::Frowns, sips tea:: The Bajorans are remaining firm in their promise to assist in resettlement,but they're insistent that we can't plop them down on one of their many habitable moons. Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over :: What can I do for you Doc? Or, I should say, what would you like me to do and likely not be able to do much about? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He paused near Jas, leaning with one hand on the wall.:: How long you been on duty, ensign? You look dead on your feet. cptn swain -> I have continued to express the opinion that we can't just leave them in transports for another month while said suitable home is found. Maryse Dubois -> :;Smiles, handing him the PADD.:: Supply requisitions. See if any of the other ships in the fleet have a surplus on food and rations. We're running low. cptn swain -> Their leaders are... somehow happier about the idea of resettling 45,000 ly away from the Dominion though. Hunter Matheson -> ::maneuvering the ship in this holding pattern wouldn't be so bad if the convoy wasn't in the equation, but since he can't do anything about that, he coordinates with the rest of the 'Fleet vessels to keep them herded, sort of::: cptn swain -> ::Miranda:: How long until we're ready to start taking them through? Rhan K'hal -> :: sighs :: So is everyone, Doc. We were already pushing the envelope when we were just taking them to New Bajor. I'll ask around, but don't expect much. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Take over coordinating here while I go talk to K'hal about some … alternatives. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Thanks. William Chocox -> Aye sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::semi talking to Wasp's helm, calculating who should take point and who should hang back, pretty glad it's not their call:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grabs a PADD, tapping on it as he leaves engineering:: Computer, where is Lt K'hal? Maryse Dubois -> ::Takes a seat at an empty console for a moment to rest.:: William Chocox -> ::takes over the coordination duties:: Rhan K'hal -> :: pops off a communiqué to the rest of the fleet and convoy asking about supply availability :: Jas -> ::looks to Klein with a confused expression for a brief moment before shaking his head a bit and standing up straighter:: I, uh -- about eleven hours now. Smith is off duty and Markenson is still in sickbay after that scuffle with those refugees, so I've been patrolling double time. Rhan K'hal -> Comupter> The requested individual is located on the bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> The first wave of ships should be going through the wormhole in a matter of minutes. ::Looks to the screen briefly.:: I assume we're going to be last in the queue or somewhere near the end. Tandaris Admiran -> Rather formal today, aren't we, computer? ::enters TL:: Bridge. cptn swain -> ::Nods:: Good. cptn swain -> We'll be the last one through. Rhan K'hal -> :: almost immediately gets the professional version of raucous laughter back from the Starfleet ships, replies come in more slowly from the civilian ships :: Hunter Matheson -> ::overhearing the convo on the bridge, his mind calculates several options, then hears they will be be on the backside::: cptn swain -> I talked to Arden this morning. ::to Miranda:: They're... busy. Hunter Matheson -> ::which probably means that Wasp drew the short straw:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters bridge:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Can see negotiations aren't going well.:: cptn swain -> They have more refugees than they know what to do with. The Hundred has apparently offered to help, but as you can imagine, the refugees are a bit hesitant to trust them. Rhan K'hal -> :: glances over at Maryse :: Not looking good, and with ships starting to go through soon we'll be running out of options. I assume you're already at a wall with the replication? cptn swain -> ACTION> The first-wave of transports heads to the wormhole. Maryse Dubois -> That's ok Rhan. Maybe we can get some supplies from DS9. Yeah replicators can't keep up with demand. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Well grab a crate and at least sit down. I assume you haven't had a hot meal, either? ::He waved to one of the yeomen that were helping out in the makeshift refugee camp and gave him an order, sending the man scurrying.:: Rhan K'hal -> That's probably the best you can hope for. Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods at Maryse:: When you two are done, I need to talk to you, Rhan. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods at Tandy :: Of course, Commander. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: He's all yours cptn swain -> ::Miranda, lowly, knowing the Cait might hear, but hoping he was distracted.:: Our orders are likely going to be to cut the convoy loose and let DS9 deal with it, but that will mean heading back to Camelot. Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: I have the call out, if someone does find a few cans of chow somewhere I'll see that you get it, doc. William Chocox -> ::keeps working at the computer coordinating:: cptn swain -> ::Miranda:: Arden said they're worried that one of our colonies could be hit in the cross-fire any day now and if that happens. Maryse Dubois -> Thanks. ::Gets up from her chair and walks over to the railing overlooking the bridge. She watches as ships start entering the wormhole.:: Jas -> ::nods tiredly and drags the closest crate over before sitting on it with a sigh:: No, not for a while. How far are we from getting these people to safety? Rhan K'hal -> :: Tandy :: So, what would you like that I likely can't do anything about? Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels his chair toward the doc:: Ma'am? Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: I want to offload all the passengers from these freighters. ::hands K'hal a list:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods at Hunter.:: Just watching the view. Hunter Matheson -> I have a few cases of energy bars in my quarters. Keep 'em there out of habit. Take 'em if you need 'em. Rhan K'hal -> I'm sure the passengers from those freighters would love to get off too. The question is how soon. With you, I'm almost afraid to get to asking why. :: looks over the list :: Maryse Dubois -> Thanks for the offer, I may have to take you up on that later if things don't turn for the better. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. ::swivels back:: View isn't much, is it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> That's always a potential worry. ::Slight frown as she glanced back to Swain.:: I don't like risking the ship and crew, putting us back into the fire, but... at the same time... I don't think we should leave while we have officers in the GQ. Hunter Matheson -> Don't imagine it'll get better any time soon. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> We're at the wormhole, just waiting for our turn to get through. Hopefully we can get these people settled in a new place soon. cptn swain -> ::Nods:: Arden thinks that as soon we can, we might be withdrawing from the Gamma Quadrant entirely. Leaving this place to its own devices. ::Looks at the view screen as the wormhole opens, casting light towards the hulk of Lyonesse station.:: A dream deferred. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Yeoman> ::Trots up with a mug of hot soup and an energy bar for both Jas and Klein.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: I can't guarantee those freighters will make it through the wormhole. Maryse Dubois -> ::Watches the swirling colors of the wormhole.:: Tandaris Admiran -> I would like to abandon them altogether, but I doubt anyone else would swing for that. So I have an alternative proposal: if the freighters are empty, we don't have to shore up the SIF so much. Jas -> ::takes the soup and energy bar with a grateful smile:: Thank you very much, this is exactly what I needed. Tandaris Admiran -> We can autopilot them through the wormhole, and if they make it to the other side, repair them at DS9 and then continue using them for transport. cptn swain -> ::Miranda:: If we are going back, I want to have the ship fully loaded and supplied. Arden said they're starting to get stretched thin at Camelot with so many refugees and the whole fleet more or less back. Hunter Matheson -> ::catching bits of the bridge convo::: cptn swain -> I'll leave that to you to do... quietly. Rhan K'hal -> Sounds perfectly reasonable. Assuming I can figure out how to redistribute approximately 1,600 people on ships that are already full to bursting. :: sigh :: William Chocox -> Oh my goodness, this is insanity. Tandaris Admiran -> They only have to make it through the wormhole. Pack 'em in like … like those fish humans are so fond of. Tandaris Admiran -> Carp. Pack 'em in like carp. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Where are we going to get those? Isn't DS9 going to be stretched thin? Or will be soon enough. Are we meeting supply ships when we get there? ::Still speaking softly.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: snorts out a laugh, knowing better having been born and raised on Earth :: Rhan K'hal -> Lemme see what I can do. I assume your teams will make sure the autopilot on them works so we don't have freighters pinballing between verteron nodes? cptn swain -> ::Smirks, wryly:: You have my permission to use... /unofficial/ channels. Mister Valorn tells me you used to be rather... resourceful. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Me, too. I get busy and forget to eat when things get hectic like this. Typical for the workaholic, I guess. Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels again, when he gets a chance, to K'hal and Admiran:: Sirs? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She quirked an eyebrow.:: Used to be? Huh. Rhan K'hal -> :: begins looking up where he can start stuffing refugees :: Tandaris Admiran -> Piloting through the wormhole is—::Hunter:: Yes? Rhan K'hal -> Yeah, Gunny? cptn swain -> ::Grins, over his tea:: She wasn't sure if you're lost your touch with that red uni. Hunter Matheson -> Just overheard your conversation, and, even if it's not exactly as much as you need, we have a few runabouts in the bay. They might be useful, at least for some. Hunter Matheson -> I'm going to say that, judging from the other Fleet ships, they probably have a few as well. Rhan K'hal -> Oh believe me, if I have to pack them in torpedo tubes and shoot them through the wormhole I will. William Chocox -> ((That's usually ill-advised.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She snorted.:: Since I've been on Excalibur, I haven't had the time to wash my hands clean of the grime. I doubt I'll ever be as squeaky clean as you. Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Aye, sir. Jas -> ::nods a few times as he drinks from his mug:: Couldn't agree with you more. I'm looking forward to popping in to the holodeck when all's said and done. cptn swain -> ::Drinks his tea, grinning:: I might surprise you sometime. Rhan K'hal -> :: Tandy :: He has a point though, could always use the runabouts as pilot ships if you don't want to muck around in the freighters any more than necessary. They won't do much to help whittle down those 1,600-ish refugees Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I have no idea when we're going to be able to breathe that easily, but I know what you mean. ::Takes several spoonfuls of soup, eating hungrily.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::resumes previous:: Rhan K'hal -> :: begins a heated text conversation with the Cape Horn and Kamakura about how many the big Galaxy classes can add for the sake of a wormhole journey :: Tandaris Admiran -> Runabouts would definitely help. ::Hunter:: I know K'hal is already busy as it is. We shouldn't need more than the runabouts we have aboard—they can always make multiple trips. Can you set up and test the autopilot routines? Rhan K'hal -> :: may or may not have said "I don't care if you have to make saddles and have them ride the warp core until they get to the Alpha Quadrant" :: Jas -> What's the plan once the Excalibur is on the other side of the wormhole? ::consumes the energy bar in two large bites as he listens to Klein's response:: Hunter Matheson -> ;;looks back:: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson -> Set up autopilot to send them through the wormhole without a helmsman, Commander? Rhan K'hal -> :: drags the Nebula class Prince de Austrias into it too, those big saucers are about the best he's gonna get for room as the civilian ships are already over-capacity :: cptn swain -> ACTION> The Wormhole opens, ahead of our schedule, as a fleet of Klingon and Starfleet cruisers exit,. Hunter Matheson -> ::his expression is cautious as he wonders if it's ever been done, thinking this might be a first and pretty iffy::: Rhan K'hal -> :: makes a very rude noise after the fleet appears :: Like we don't already have a narrow enough space-lane at this wormhole, they send a fleet through NOW. Hunter Matheson -> ::focus on Admiran as he notes the wormhole sucking in a few:: cptn swain -> ACTION> The fleet pauses for a moment before jumping to warp in the general direction of Camelot. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Hunter:: Yes. There should be some existing subroutines in the library. You'll just need to adjust them to handle a runabout guiding another ship Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> That hasn't come down the pipe, yet. I'm assuming that we're getting these people settled and then heading back. Don't really know, though. Command called for a complete evac of the GQ, so we might be heading back to Starfleet Command. Rhan K'hal -> :: seems them leave before he can tell them off for being in the way, goes back to brow-beating the other ships into temporarily accepting more refugees so there aren't some very unfortunate booms going on inside the wormhole :: Hunter Matheson -> ::takes a moment to think:: And you're talking about the freighters, right Commander? cptn swain -> ACTION> The second wave heads to the wormhole. Leaving around 20 or so ships total in our convoy. Rhan K'hal -> :: victorious, sends word to the freighters now that they're going to empty whether they like it or not; also sends word to the transporter rooms to begin helping with the re-distribution :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Hunter:: Yes. There are six freighters I would like to evacuate for the trip. Hunter Matheson -> ::his head spins at the variables involved, considering each freighter as a separate class, configuration, and age::: cptn swain -> (( You know, the last time the wormhole featured in one our plots, we ended up in the Mirror universe... )) William Chocox -> ::keeps coordinating along:: Hunter Matheson -> You have the specs for those vessels, sir? William Chocox -> ((Please no.)) Rhan K'hal -> (( are you sure that'd be wise here? Mirror me would be cuddly and sweet, that would be dreadful for you all I'm sure )) Maryse Dubois -> ((Yay Mirror!)) cptn swain -> ((I haven't considered Mirror Swain. I bet he has an eye-patch. )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( But still has a ponytail )) Jas -> ::raises his eyebrows:: Really? At this point, I'd be happy with anything that didn't involve patrolling this cargo bay for hours. cptn swain -> (( ofc )) Rhan K'hal -> Okay, Commander, it's underway. Though I am now officially the most un-popular officer in this quadrant since I had to put my paw down to get things moving. cptn swain -> (( Corizon wonders when he started winning popularity contests ) Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: Appreciate you taking that hit for me there. cptn swain -> (( Is going to have to have rectify this with some mayhem)) Hunter Matheson -> ::sets the timer:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He chuckled.:: I know the feeling. Soon, I hope. Soon. I never thought I'd miss paperwork so much. Or shooting things. Definitely shooting things. ::He took a bite of his bar and chewed thoughtfully.:: You got family anywhere you keep in touch with? Rhan K'hal -> Ehn, they wouldn't expect anything less from me at this point. cptn swain -> ::Over his shoulder:: You know I heard, Mister K'Hal, that the Captain of the Tears of Sully, rather likes you. cptn swain -> Apparently, his you give him no end to joy in watching his operations officer curse you. Rhan K'hal -> Well, glad someone's getting their jollies, anyway. cptn swain -> It's the little things K'Hal. The little things. cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1122.2015 - No Sim

SD 1115.2015 Last week, Excalibur and the fleet learned that due to the escalating violence in the Gamma Quadrant, the Federation Council and Starfleet have begun evacuations of non-essential personnel, and are drawing up evacuation plans for the various colonies and outposts in the region. The Bajoran colony on New Bajor, where our fleet was formerly headed is among those, and so, we have instead altered course for the wormhole. We are currently in a holding pattern outside the terminus, near the former construction site of Starbase Lyonesse, prepping the fleet for the passage through the wormhole.

MISSION BRIEF: We are now only a week or so out from our drop off point for the convoy at the New Bajor colony. Our own voyage has been safe and relatively uneventful, though everyone is getting a bit stir crazy after nearly three weeks at ~warp 4~ with periodic breaks and breakdowns of the aging convoys. Meanwhile, around us, the situation continues to remain dire as more systems fall back under the yoke of the Dominion, and fighting between the Dominion and the Hundred has sporadically broken out. There are also ongoing reports that suggest a third and possibly fourth faction, far more militant, have sprung up within the Dominion, and whole planets have been found desolated. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::checks his uniform and hair before the lift doors open on the bridge::: Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out, ready for another day of "Who's First To Stop the Convoy"::: Maryse Dubois -> ::Working down in the cargo bay. It's been pretty quiet lately, but people are still restless.:: Hunter Matheson -> :::the the pool is loaded for this one, most betting on the Gargantuan, that looks like it's going to crater at any minute:: Cptn Swain -> ::Asher had spent most of the previous three weeks hiding out in his quarters, the "Zoo" ar Cargo Bay IV had become informally known, or astrometrics. He hated convoy duty, and there wasn't a particular need for him to be seen.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::relieves the helmsperson and slips in place, updates outgoing with latest pool results after she brings him up to speed::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::On the bridge, drinking Altair Water, looking through a report filed by one of the lab techs. She'd largely lost track of time, and wasn't even aware what shift it was.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::arriving back in engineering, having just returned from yet another away team repairing a broken transport:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Overseeing the relative calm in the cargo bays. Things were going far more smoothly now that they'd developed a system to get families in touch with one another. Still, everyone was a bit stir crazy at being crammed together and several fights had broken out in the non-medical areas.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: sprawled over his chair on the bridge listening to convoy chatter, his Caitian-fit earpiece snugly in place :: Hunter Matheson -> ::not happy with the latest intel reports::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda squirmed in her chair, trying to get comfortable. With Swain in hiding, she'd been stuck on the bridge more and more, which she found particularly irritating. It was much easier to get her reports done in her office.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::but he figures that's K'hal's territory, and his to prep the ship for any kind of evasive or protection:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> For the last hour or so, the comms traffic had become particularly gossipy, and continued to grow more and more /alarmed/ Hunter Matheson -> ::takes a deep breath, blows it out, then resumes counting the passing atoms:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The scuttle was that a coded transmission had came into one of the Bajoran transports from first, New Bajor and then from Camelot Station. Though, the later had been relatively quiet to us for the previous day or so. Rhan K'hal -> :: has to force self to stay in his seat and not get up for a bucket of popcorn chicken to pop while listening to the show :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sits quietly in a corner for a while as she takes a break. She sips on a warm tea she got from the replicator.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::glances up, confused for a moment:: What are you doing here Miranda... you're not supposed to be on Delta shift. Hunter Matheson -> ::doesn't put much store in scuttlebutt since he's been there, done that;; Rhan K'hal -> :: swivels, looks at Ithene, then the chrono above the main viewer, then back at Ithene :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Catches herself, clears her throat:: I mean, Commander. Jas -> ::approaches Klein, visibly exhausted:: Well, I believe I've finally gotten every single one of those names listed now... sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::checks in with the Wasp::: Rhan K'hal -> :: then looks at the state of Ithene's hair... yeah, she'd been there a while, swivels back :: Hunter Matheson -> ::and gets an earful from their helm::: Rhan K'hal -> :: pokes through the transmission log to see if he can find any substance to all the speculation :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You were here all through Delta, El-tee. ::Glances back at Ithene, one eyebrow lifted.:: Hunter Matheson -> +yeah, well we do what we can do and leave the rest to brass, so chill and don't hit anything. later.+ Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Blinks:: I--I... well... ::sighs:: Hunter Matheson -> ::eyeroll, checking convoy status, position, relative position, and those out of position:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> We've been cataloging all the bio we brought up from the planet and it's... well it's a little overwhelming. The planet's plant and animal life was surprisingly resilient through Dominion occupation. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods to Jas.:: Yes, and the messages have already started to flow back and forth. So the patients are doing better, but there have been scuffles in other cargo bays. Tandaris Admiran -> ::receives an inventory report on how their spare parts supply is holding up Rhan K'hal -> :: doesn't see any record of any unknown coded transmissions being picked up but the Excalibur... but there's more than one ship in this fleet; requests records from the other Starfleet ships, then sits back and waits for them to come in :: Jas -> ::mirthlessly smirks:: Why am not surprised? Hunter Matheson -> ::shakes his head, glad he took a run before shift, and getting a new perspective on what Noah went through:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You need to go get some rest, Ithene. Or at least something to eat before you stick your nose back into the reports again. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods, sheepishly:: I could do with some rest. Hunter Matheson -> ::and another earful comes through::: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> K'Hal receives a coded signal, Priority One, for Captain's Eye's only. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He shrugged.:: Can't really blame them. Everyone is restless and would rather be elsewhere. Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks... that's not the coded signal he was looking for :: Hunter Matheson -> +hey, you need a break. request one, get a grip, and come back when you can fly that thing without hitting something, copy?+ Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ K'hal to Captain Swain. Cptn Swain -> +K'Hal+ Swain here. Tandaris Admiran -> ::stretches, leaves engineering:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::logs off her station, but transfers the report onto a PADD before heading towards the lift:: Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ We've received a Priority One transmission, your eyes only. Where do you want it? Hunter Matheson -> ::gives a sigh of relief at the response::: Cptn Swain -> +K'Hal+ From where? Jas -> Sure, but I haven't seen anyone in security stun you over restlessness ::eyes shift over to general cargo-bay direction:: Should we take a look? Hunter Matheson -> ::adrenaline spike with K'hal's call to the skipper::: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks for an address on the message :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Finishes up her tea and goes back to checking on a few patients.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ Has the Camelot security code, sir. Cptn Swain -> +Rhan+ Lovely. I am in astrometrics, I'll take it down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Throws a glance toward K'hal at his message to Swain, lips pursed in thought.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ Aye sir, transferring now. :: sends it to the main console in astrometrics :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He nodded.:: Probably. Looks like the medical ICU is calm, but I've had reports from the other bay that aren't so favorable. Hopefully we'll be done with this babysitting soon. Cptn Swain -> ::Looks over the text only communiqué and frowns deeply before deleting the message:: Jas -> I certainly hope so. ::sets off into the cargo bay:: Cptn Swain -> ::Glances to the ensign he was working with:: Delany, I need to head to the bridge. You can finish up here, yes? Cptn Swain -> ::He barely waited for the reply before heading out and towards the nearest lift:: Rhan K'hal -> :: while waiting to see if the Captain will arrive pronouncing doom, goes through the fleet comm records to see if he can find the one that the Dream of the Prophets supposedly received :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::arrives on the bridge:: Cptn Swain -> ::Dramatic moments in the lift and cuts back and forth to the rest of the crew as Swain headed up to the bridge:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over, too many spots to be the Captain unless the Zoo has been having a weird effect, so absentmindedly nods at Tandy before going back to his console :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Is handed a small report from one of the nurses. She glances over it, a small concern lights her face.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glances back to see Tandy arrive, expecting Swain, and irritated when it wasn't.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Tense, but low music as Swain finally exited the lift some seconds behind Tandy.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks again, this time his ears shift to worried mode at the Captain's arrival, especially since the four-pipper has been avoiding the place like the plague... or the Bajoran convoy leader Major Vellan :: Hunter Matheson -> ::reconfigures helm to his specs, checking the preset vectors, and making adjustments where necessary:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Follows after Jas, heading for one of the cargo bays holding a large bulk of their refugee population.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::hovers around for a moment before sidling over to engineering:: Jas -> ::enters the cargo bay, taking a few steps before stopping to survey the state of things:: Cptn Swain -> ::Looking rather more serious than usual.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Checks with the computer for an individual's location, and then promptly leaves the cargo bay for a tl.:: Cptn Swain -> I hate to be the bringer of doom and gloom, as I think that's likely what most of you are now expecting. Cptn Swain -> I hate being a cliché. Tandaris Admiran -> ::has clearly chosen the wrong time to come to the bridge:: Hunter Matheson -> ::head up, listening:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She stood as Swain entered, tugging at her uniform to straighten it.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Enters the bridge and pauses as it seems everyone is unusually quiet.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: for once keeps the snarky quip on his tongue :: Cptn Swain -> But such is life as Arden is fond of telling me. Or something like that. Cptn Swain -> There's been a change of plans. I know we were all sort of looking ahead to being uh... ::looks for the right word, decides to skip the niceties for a change:: done with this pack of misfits traveling at a snail's pace, but the Bajoran government in consultation with the Federation and Starfleet have decided to begin evacuation of non-essential personnel from their facilities and colonies in the Gamma Quadrant. Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks over and stands by Tandy, as he was the person she needed to speak with, but doesn't sy anything.:: Cptn Swain -> President Bacco is expected to make an announcement on FSN later today confirming the same for the Federation, the Klingon and Romulan governments are also expected to follow. Rhan K'hal -> :: tail whipping begins :: Hunter Matheson -> ::focused, eyes front, listening for new orders;: Cptn Swain -> Over the next several weeks, the civilian population will begin optional evacuations from their locations. Most of the Federation citizens will go first to Camelot until they can be processed through. The large refugee population will begin to be moved out as well to various locations, likely in the Alpha Quadrant. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Cargo bay 3> ::Chaotic, to say the least. And loud! There were people everywhere and more than one group was yelling at another group.:: Cptn Swain -> As our charge ::motions to the convoy:: was originally headed to New Bajor, we have now been tasked with escorting them safely through the wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant. We may eventually be tasked with locating a suitable planet for them to settle on, as the Bajoran government has ruled out settlement in the Bajoran system. Jas -> ::glancing sideways at Klein:: Where to begin, where to begin... Cptn Swain -> ::lets all of that sink in:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Begins calculating in her head the additional time it would take to get to the wormhole, not to mention where they will end up in the Alpha Quadrant.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He shook his head, waving a hand to the catwalk that ran above the bay.:: Let's go up and get a better look. I'm thinking a loud announcement might get their attention. Rhan K'hal -> :: doesn't do his happy dance... yet; Swain didn't mention if they'd have to come back to the Gamma for the rest of the evac after getting this group through :: Jas -> Yes sir. ::quickly makes his way over and up to the catwalk:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda sat down, sighing softly.:: Cptn Swain -> A general announcement will be going to the fleet once the Byyriam leaders have had an oppertunity to tell their people. Cptn Swain -> In the meantime, signal the fleet to adjust course for the Gamma Quadrant terminus of the wormhole. We can hold up at the former construction site of Lyonesse Station and get everyone ready before we cross through the wormhole. Which ::takes a deep breath:: will be an exciting proposition. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal -> :: sends the word to the fleet... change course to the wormhole :: Hunter Matheson -> ::situation normal, all fouled up, prepares for course change:: Tandaris Admiran -> On the bright side, once we're through the wormhole we definitely won't have to worry about Jem'Hadar pursuit. Cptn Swain -> When did you become an optimist, Admiran? Maryse Dubois -> Speaking of problems. ::Looks to Tandy.:: I've been running some numbers. How confident are you that the replicators can handle mass use? Rhan K'hal -> Leaving the Gamma quadrant can do that. Even I'm feeling like I could dance and whistle. Tandaris Admiran -> I've usually been an optimist. I just hope for problems so I can find interesting ways to solve them! Cptn Swain -> ::Shakes his head:: Miranda you and Tandaris will need to make sure everyone in the fleet is up for going through the wormhole. Maryse Dubois -> We're running out of hard foodstuffs supplies. We took on more people than originally anticipated. So we need to use the replicators to supplement. Jas -> ::presses button up on catwalk and speaks into intercom-esque device:: Excuse me, please. We would request you all try and remain as calm and orderly as possible while we attend to your needs and make this experience, uh... good for all of us. If you have any concerns, please talk to the closest security officer. Thank you. Hunter Matheson -> ::course adjustment set in:: Hunter Matheson -> Course change at your command, Captain. Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Maybe we can get some hasperat to go from the Bajorans once we get on the Alpha quadrant side. Especially since they're not planning on having to send anything to New Bajor. Cptn Swain -> Engage with the fleet. Hunter Matheson -> Engage with the fleet, Aye, Captain. ::locks into their vectors::: Cptn Swain -> ::Lowly to Miranda, out of the side of his mouth:: I hate to tell them, but none of this is good news for us. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods to K'hal.:: I hope so, but we're a week plus out from the wormhole now, and until then... ::looks to Tandy.:: So how confident are you the replicators will hold out? Rhan K'hal -> How is leaving the Gamma quadrant not good news? :: Cait ears :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nodded slightly, having already had a feeling. Her eyes cut toward K'hal and narrowed.:: Cptn Swain -> You'll note I said civilian evacuation, Mister K'Hal. You're a clever kitty, I'll let you put that together. Cptn Swain -> ...and... Hunter Matheson -> ::Excalibur maneuvers slowly with the fleet::: Rhan K'hal -> :: sigh :: I was hoping it would take a reeealy long time to get the Bryiomen settled and the Gamma quadrant would be closed by that time. Hunter Matheson -> ::keeping in relative position on flank with Wasp:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1108.2015 We are now only a week or so out from our drop off point for the convoy at the New Bajor colony. Our own voyage has been safe and relatively uneventful, though everyone is getting a bit stir crazy after nearly three weeks at ~warp 4~ with periodic breaks and breakdowns of the aging convoys. Meanwhile, around us, the situation continues to remain dire as more systems fall back under the yoke of the Dominion, and fighting between the Dominion and the Hundred has sporadically broken out. Their are also ongoing reports that suggest a third and possibly fourth faction, far more militant, have sprung up within the Dominion, and whole planets have been found desolated.

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: The convoy of refugees has begun exiting the system. At the same time, the Dominion have arrived, ahead of schedule. One of the Bajoran transports, the Plains of Somilar (sp?) however, has had trouble with their systems and is lagging behind. The Dominion fleet will overtake them before they clear far enough to jump to warp. The Excalibur and her fighter group have fallen out of formation, putting themselves between the Dominion and PoS. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::picking up where we left off:: Taking left flank of the convoy, Captain. In position. William Chocox -> So...this doesn't seem good. Maryse Dubois -> ::In the ICU cargo bay, trying to defuse a situation before it is made worse.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: waiting for the you know what to hit the fan :: Cptn Swain -> ::Bites his lip:: Tactical... bring the weapons online. Raise shields. Don't target anyone. Cptn Swain -> Helm... stand by for evasives. Hunter Matheson -> ::configuring several exit/attack vectors, maximum firepower points, etc:: Standing my for evasive maneuvers, aye. Hunter Matheson -> *by too Cptn Swain -> ::He glances over to Miranda for a brief moment. He was not entirely sure of himself, but this wasn't the time for him to second guess himself. But if she had reservations, he wanted to know.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: We've been through worse. We just have to delay them, not defeat them. William Chocox -> Alright...and hopefully not to stop a war. Rhan K'hal -> Come on, come on... :: is rooting on the POS like a horse in a race :: Jas -> ::walks in behind Lt. Klein:: Now when I said things could get more interesting... Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The rest of the fleet begins jumping to warp. Hunter Matheson -> ::noting their quick exit:: Cptn Swain -> How long until the PoS is clear? Rhan K'hal -> 45 seconds. Rhan K'hal -> Dominion in weapons range in 10. Hunter Matheson -> Steady as she goes, Captain. Cptn Swain -> (( Rhan give me a number 1-20 )) Rhan K'hal -> (( 17 )) Hunter Matheson -> ::hands hover over his console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Not too comfortable with babysitting and keeps looking at the scared little girl with a touch of fear in his eyes.:: Uh... yea. They could. William Chocox -> I'm hoping we're not trying to start a war. Jas -> ::sarcastically:: Ha. Ha. The flashing red lights beg to differ ::pauses:: I can look after her. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Dominion fleet closes on the PoS, but suddenly veers off towards the planet proper. Leaving it, and us, to escape unharmed. Rhan K'hal -> :: tail loop-de-loop :: They've passed us by, Captain, heading to Bryiom. Cptn Swain -> ::Exhales, audibly:: Stand down red alert. As soon as the PoS is clear, follow them through to warp. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Arguing natives> ::Determined to get out of the room to find their families, but at least they were listening. Now they just seemed scared because of the alerts.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::keys in on exit vector:: Ready for warp, at your command, Captain. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods, watches the POS limp past Bryiom's sphere of influence and shudder into warp :: Tandaris Admiran -> Well that was anticlimactic. Rhan K'hal -> Plains of Somhwair has gone to warp... wasn't pretty, but it managed it. William Chocox -> Yes it was. Rhan K'hal -> Tac> :: shuts down the red alert :: Jas -> ::moves over to the natives, hold arms out in calming Chris-Pratt-in-Jurassic-World type manner:: Excuse me, please remain calm. Everything is under -- ::notices the red alert shut down:: -- everything is under control. Tandaris Admiran -> I've always liked a good anticlimax, mind you. Maryse Dubois -> Everyone please sit down and secure yourselves. Remain calm and once we are safe then we will work with you in reuniting your families. Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over at Hunter :: That's your cue, Gunny. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I think it'll be okay. Right, sweetie? Hunter Matheson -> Going to warp... Tandaris Admiran -> Now … I see some of the environmental systems are struggling under load. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Her chin trembled a little and she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::shoooosh starstreaks, etc::: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets a blip on the communications, chuckles :: Colonel Kutang sends her regrets on not achieving a glorious death today, Captain. William Chocox -> Don't we have more people on right now? Tandaris Admiran -> Yes Maryse Dubois -> ::Hearing the scream, she quickly moves over towards the sound, realizing it was the little girl.:: What's wrong? Jas -> ::looks over to the girl with confusion:: Tandaris Admiran -> So it would be inconvenient if the CO2 scrubbers failed William Chocox -> Are they going to fail? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I didn't do anything! ::Holds his hands up in surrender.:: I just talked to her. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Seeing Maryse, she tackled the doctor's leg and clung to her, looking suspiciously at Klein and Jas.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::gestures at some read-outs of automated diagnostic routines:: Looks like the scrubbers are fine for now, but there's some trouble upstream in the thermal regulation subsystem. Cptn Swain -> Good work everyone. Tandaris Admiran -> The problem with these modular Akira designs … quite handy for flexible mission profiles, but it means everything is a compromise. Jas -> ::after a moment he chuckles at the girl with a shake of his head:: Makes sense now... Hunter Matheson -> ::matching the speed of Wasp to rendezvous with the convoy at warp:: Cptn Swain -> Going to be a long three weeks to New Bajor. ::He frowned a little:: William Chocox -> Alright, want me to check on the thermal regulators? Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, please. If there are any that look like they're ailing, go ahead and replace them pre-emptively. Tandaris Admiran -> Meanwhile I'll work on improving the efficiency of the load-balancing algorithms. Rhan K'hal -> :: keeps an eye on the slightly ragged convoy, occasionally sending the futuristic equivalent of a sheep-herder's whistle over the comms :: Hunter Matheson -> ::doing the Maccaughey thing with his fingers, thinking:: William Chocox -> Aye sir. William Chocox -> ::grabs his tool kit and walks out of main engineering:: Hunter Matheson -> ::or however its spelled:: Rhan K'hal -> Oh, congratulations on the Understatement of the Year Award, Captain. Maryse Dubois -> ::Pats her head.:: It's alright. They won't hurt you. They are here to protect everyone. Jas -> Well I don't know about this one, he's pretty scary ::nudges Lt. Klein:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Gives Jas the "not helping" look.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Start looking for a place to circle the wagons when the convoy's engines need a break. Normally I'd say a nebula or something but... ::frowns:: I don't know if I want to deal with the crew navigating something difficult. Jas -> ::gives the "what?" shrug back to Maryse:: Hunter Matheson -> ::warp 4... warp 4... yeah it's going to be a long three weeks... or four.. or five:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::takes a seat at the environmental systems control and brings up the load-balancing subroutine:: Rhan K'hal -> I don't think the transports could deal with a nebula technologically, either. I'll see what I can find. William Chocox -> Alright, let's get to work. ::starts looking over the thermal regulators:: Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls up the map, peruses :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Hey... I'm good with kids. ::Scowls.:: Normally. Jas -> ::grins at Klein:: Sure thing, Lt. Smiley. Hunter Matheson -> ::nebula... smokescreen?... maybe just tow the whole lot...::: Cptn Swain -> Miranda, you have the bridge. Cptn Swain -> Let's just hope someone doesn't see this as a giant, moveable feast. Rhan K'hal -> :: easier said than done after a quick look, as this area was once a stellar nursery at one time and had a lot of starts that poofed out :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins by tweaking some of the default values:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Watch it, Ensign, unless you'd like to go back to being a cadet. ::Mock scowl at Jas, then a softer look at the little girl.:: William Chocox -> ::replaces a couple of the regulators:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Wasn't having it. She buried her face against Maryse's leg, clinging like a parasite.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::sometimes you gotta go back...to move forward...::: Hunter Matheson -> ::see where you came from... how you got here... where you're going:: Jas -> ::loses the grin and shifts to straighten his posture, remaining silent:: Rhan K'hal -> Nebula, stellar formation disc, black hole, big nebula, black hole, black hole... :: sigh :: I just want a parking lot. Hunter Matheson -> ::where are we going?.... it's there... yeah, somewhere... just gotta look in the right place...::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::does some quick calculations optimizing for the increased number of people on board:: Hmm Hunter Matheson -> ::parking lot.. yeah that works::: Rhan K'hal -> :: continues flipping through options :: Hunter Matheson -> ::then his eyes sweep the board, the parking lot in the back of his mind, somewhere... not sure where::: Maryse Dubois -> Now now. ::Pats her head again.:: Can you two go check on some of the others. Make sure everyone is comfortable at the moment. Once I hear some news, we may let some of them look for family. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Shifting in her seat, though not moving to the command chair, she kept her nose buried in the incoming reports from the ship and the rest of the fleet.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Schrodinger... yeah, that's it::: William Chocox -> ::keeps working, replacing a couple more:: Hunter Matheson -> ::quantum mechanics... huh... strange, but, you know, a lot of things are strange in this man's universe::: Rhan K'hal -> :: rhythmic tail swishing as his finger just keeps scrolling and scrolling and scrolling :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods to the doctor.:: Well, umm... yea... I think that'll be best. ::Eyes the little girl warily before turning to Jas, clapping him on the shoulder.:: I've got an idea. Come on, Ensign. Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: Well that's not much better, but I don't see anything else I can do. Hunter Matheson -> ::ya take a few ships, sling a warp field around 'em, and bam, you're somewhere else::: Jas -> ::nods to Klein and quickly follows him in step:: Right away, sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::or maybe... you're where you were before but somehow it's different::: Maryse Dubois -> ::Reaches in her coat pocket, pulling out a red lollipop and shows it to the girl.:: William Chocox -> ::comes in a bit later with the broken regulators:: That help at all? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Sniffles and takes the candy hesitantly, looking up at Maryse.:: Sweeties? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods and smiles.:: Yeah. It's candy. Tandaris Admiran -> ::runs another diagnostic:: Let's find out. Hunter Matheson -> ::so who am I... really::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Leads Jas over to where security had set up a temporary workstation in the cargo bay.:: That little scuffle got me thinking... people here are scared because they've gone through a lot and keeping them away from their families is only going to make them even more fearful. Hunter Matheson -> ::and what is that stuff on my fingers... that won't come off...::: William Chocox -> Alright. Rhan K'hal -> Hmm, binary brown dwarf system... low eccentricity... lagrange point juuust big enough to park a fleet in. I think this'll do. :: sends off to the command staff for consideration :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Arrives on the bridge, looking rather tired.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::mystery pocket goo from that last guy I searched?...::: Tandaris Admiran -> Looks like a 28% gain in efficiency. Not bad. That should stave off disaster. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glances up at Ithene's entry and smiles.:: You look beat. How did the harvest go? Rhan K'hal -> :: continues looking for secondary and/or emergency candidates :: Hunter Matheson -> ::...flyin' all week long, contemplatin' the important questions in life... like why can't they go past warp 4....::: Tandaris Admiran -> I hate long escort-style missions like this. Hunter Matheson -> ::why not... like... warp 4.593...or warp 4.147...::: Tandaris Admiran -> Just sitting around waiting for things to break, and then getting yelled at when you don't fix it quickly enough. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles, tiredly:: I've had worse days. But, it was interesting. Jas -> ((Sorry, wifi crapped out apparently because it just wanted to)) Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Cargo bay 5 is a veritable zoo. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I think the Captain might also have a new friend. Hunter Matheson -> ::and then there's the zoo... in cargo bay 5....::: Hunter Matheson -> ::wait... zoo?::: sharp turn to the captain::: Hunter Matheson -> ::blinkblink::back to his console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> We need to interview everyone looking for family and cross reference those names to a roster of all the refugees on board. William Chocox -> Why sir? Jas -> Divide and conquer, I assume? Hunter Matheson -> ::so why are we only going warp 4 in a warp 5 zone...::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Her eyebrows rose.:: All in containment, I hope. We don't need any incidents... Rhan K'hal -> Gunny, d'A wants to bring in some of the fighters. Slide us over to port far enough away from the Emissary's Breath to fit the warp docking safety protocols. Hunter Matheson -> ::K'hal:: Sliding to port away from EB for warp docking, aye.... Hunter Matheson -> In position in five... four ... three... two... Hunter Matheson -> In position. Hunter Matheson -> ::wheels down:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Yes. Hunter Matheson -> Running steady. Prepared for docking maneuvers. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes, I think that's best. We already have a list of names in the works, but those people... ::waves a hand at the milling refugees that had tried leaving the cargo bay.:: ...we need the names of their family members. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Captain seems to have found some sort of bird that's taken a liking to him as well. The locals call it a Bee-trice or something like that. Looks like a three eyed raven if you ask me. Jas -> ::nods a few times:: And, uh, how many refugees are aboard the ship, approximately? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Pops the candy in her mouth and her eyes widen in surprise. Just like that, she went from sad and pitiful to mollified.:: William Chocox -> What's wrong with a mission like this? Rhan K'hal -> Much obliged. :: gives the clear signal down to the air wing ops :: Tandaris Admiran -> You're just sitting around waiting for things to break, and then people yell at you when you don't fix it fast enough. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I don't know. We don't have an exact count, yet. Still waiting on that data. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks as she looks down at the girl.:: Better? Hunter Matheson -> :;back to the McConaughey fingers::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Takes her seat at the science station:: William Chocox -> Well, at least I'm still in the right body. Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at Chocox:: Oh yes, you're male again. Hunter Matheson -> ::he keeps a close watch on their relative position, not wanting to lose any fighers because, you know that looks bad on the resume::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::saying this as if he just noticed:: Tandaris Admiran -> How's that working out for you this time around? Rhan K'hal -> :: starts getting general status data from the rest of the convoy and fleet, right on the button time-wise... gotta love it when you get a bunch of civilian operators properly versed in Fear of The Cait :: Jas -> Hm, right... better get to it. Are there any PADDs lying around here? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Little girl> ::Slight nod, though she'd yet to let go of Maryse's leg.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::so what if we're not really here now... and we're really where we were before...::: William Chocox -> I much prefer being in my own body. Rhan K'hal -> :: receives the all clear from the flight wing :: Okay, that's done. Might as well leave us at the protocol distance, they'll be in and out all day for weeks. Hunter Matheson -> ::...and does it really matter in the grand scheme... like, if we're all here and no one...:: Hunter Matheson -> Aye, sir. ::Rhan:: Maintaining standard spacing. Hunter Matheson -> ::over his shoulder:: Birds in the bay, sir? ::Rhan:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I hope he doesn't get too attached. We aren't keeping anything from the planet longer than we have to. ::Leans on her side console.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: That is generally the accepted wisdom, but I'm glad to have some empirical data. Tandaris Admiran -> Perhaps, though, we need to increase the sample size of your bodies…. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yea, around here somewhere. ::Starts pulling open drawers until he found the one where the data padds were stored. Pulls out the entire rack.:: Here, start handing these out to all of the security officers in this bay. Rhan K'hal -> The ones that were coming in. Next launch should be in one hour, starting the rotation they've got set up. Tandaris Admiran -> Hmm … we could devise some kind of body-switching device …. Hunter Matheson -> Copy that. William Chocox -> I'm good with the small sample size. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::laughes:: Well, apparently, the locals have decided to give it to him as a Bee-trice is considered a great honot to be given, and since he's leading the effort to save them... Jas -> Right away, sir ::grabs as many PADDs as he can carry and begins making his way around the cargo bay, distributing them to each of the security officers:: Rhan K'hal -> At least you've got some traffic to keep you sharp this time. I don't know how you can do it when it's hours of the occasional hydrogen atom floating by. Hunter Matheson -> ;:..so... if we're all here... but we're not here, we're there... and no one notices, then it doesn't matter...:: Cptn Swain -> ((TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Hunter Matheson -> ::wry grin:: You get used to it, Sir. Those atoms, they're first class. Can't fault 'em for that. Rhan K'hal -> :: flips through the status reports, finding nothing amiss other than the POS still being a POS :: Hunter Matheson -> So, an atom or two floating by, give 'em a salute, they salute back, then you know you're ready for retirement. ::smirk:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Mutters.:: That's just great. Good thing he's got a yeoman to clean up after the thing. Maryse Dubois -> ::Pats the girls head gently.:: Once we get an all clear, I'll take you to a couple of the other areas and see if we can find your family, alright? Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head :: No thanks, I'll stick with the multitasking. At least if it's going to drive me insane it'll be a nice, major breakdown. Hunter Matheson -> ::...and who is that back there... and why is he in my squad...::: Hunter Matheson -> Copy that, Sir. Multitasking it is. Rhan K'hal -> :: and now back to looking for other locations in case the Cap'n doesn't like the binary brown dwarfs :: William Chocox -> No offense sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::Rhan:: Got a place we can hide these warp 4's sir? Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, well, I suppose I understand. Hunter Matheson -> LIke a nice asteroid belt full of reflective metal? Rhan K'hal -> You want those big, clunky civilian ships to be doing asteroid belt diving? While they're full of tens of thousands of people? Tandaris Admiran -> But still, not many human males get the chance to experience being a woman. Hunter Matheson -> Well, probably not a good idea, now that you say it that way. Tandaris Admiran -> Perspective. Now you have it. Jas -> ::finishes handing out the PADDs, leaving him one of his own:: Time to get to work... Hunter Matheson -> ::checkin' in with the Wasp again:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::grins at Miranda:: Cptn Swain -> ...and... Hunter Matheson -> ::wonders if it has a stinger:: Hunter Matheson -> ::or if it's even here:: William Chocox -> Well then. Hunter Matheson -> ::McConaughey fingers:: Hunter Matheson -> ::..kinda glad he learned how to spell it:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1025.2015 - No Sim SD 1101.2015 The convoy of refugees has began exiting the system. At the same time, the Dominion have arrived, ahead of schedule. One of the Bajoran transports, the Plains of Somilar (sp?) however, has had trouble with their systems and is lagging behind. The Dominion fleet will over take them before they clear far enough to jump to warp. The Excalibur and her fighter group have fallen out of formation, putting themselves between the Dominion and PoS.

MISSION BRIEF: The evacuation and conversion of the science labs into Noah's Ark has gone mostly according to K'Hal's schedule save for a small mix up that resulted in much of the bridge crew learning several new Caitian curses. We are preparing for our fleet of nearly 45 vessels to depart. There is a small group of civilians who have decided to stay behind, and we are transporting some supplies to them before we leave. Engineering is helping repair one of the larger civilian transports navigational deflectors while medical continues to deal with an influx of patients. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::preflight commences, over in ten seconds give or take:: Jas -> ::patrolling around the cargo bay, keeping an eye on things:: Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the board config:: Rhan K'hal -> :: enters the bridge after his long stint in the TIC :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::aboard the damaged vessel, directing repair of the deflector:: Cptn Swain -> ::On the bridge, drinking tea, as per usual:: Status report. Tandaris Admiran -> ::breathing down the necks of the transport engineers and his own personnel while he monitors an EVA crew that is finishing the installation:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Stationary in the cargo bay, watching everything. On the whole, this group of patients had been less confrontational.:: Hunter Matheson -> Helm ready for departure, monitoring USS Wasp, Captain. Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes continually sweep the board, the grid, the status and positions of all in the convoy:: Rhan K'hal -> Other than the Plains of Somhwair, all transports, escorts, cruisers and stray atoms of hydrogen standing by. Transports to the surface still in progress. Maryse Dubois -> ::Moving from cargo bay to cargo bay, checking on her staff.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::and the proximity alarm:: Jas -> ::finishes loop of the cargo bay and stops beside Klein:: Everything seems to be in order. Certainly less... hectic. Rhan K'hal -> :: settles in over at the mission operations station, pulls up his heavily condensed information view :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods.:: Yes, for now. We had a mix of races last time, which didn't help things. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Signal to the Klingons to begin moving out ahead, and notify Commander d'Aubigine to do the same. Tandaris Admiran -> ::gestures at one of his people:: Savok, looks like Team 2 is almost finished aligning the gaussian actuators. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, Cap'n. Tandaris Admiran -> Restart the computer calibration subroutine. Rhan K'hal -> :: contacts Kutang, unleashes the Klingons, and sends an internal signal to d'A to do the same :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::taps his combadge:: Team 1, what's the status on the power integration? Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: What's the status of the repairs to the Plains of Somhwair? I thought we told Tandaris he had an hour? It's been three. Jas -> ::surveys the cargo bay thoughtfully before shooting a questioning look to Klein:: You think it will get worse? Tandaris Admiran -> Kessick> +Tandaris+ Kessick here, sir. We had some trouble with incompatibilities in the EPS frequency. But you should see the grid come online any time now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She inhaled deeply through her nose and shook her head.:: I haven't seen a status report come over, but I'll find out. +Tandaris+ Hawthorne to Admiran. Rhan K'hal -> :: watches the Klingons move off and poof under the cloak shimmer while the fighter squadrons zip off into the distance much less dramatically :: Cptn Swain -> ::Swain was rarely unreasonable, but he knew the Jem'Hadar weren't exactly leisurely. Their latest tactical data showed the Jem'Hadar task force a little close than he would like:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Stepping out of CB 2, heading for 3.:: +Rhan+ Has any of the other ships reported their medical status? Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Kessick+ Good. You report to me, I report too—speak of the devil. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> It could always be worse, Ensign. Always. ::He grunted.:: Keeping the families elsewhere helps cut down on chaos in here, though. Tandaris Admiran -> +Hawthorne+ Commander. How's the weather? Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ Nothing specific, just green light pings. I think everyone is pretty well settled by this point. Cptn Swain -> ::K'Hal:: Even if Tandaris is able to make the repairs in time, we'll want to keep that ship on the edge of the formation, but have Constance assign two of the Advances to protect our flank. Last thing we need is a transport going Crazy Ivan in the middle of us at Warp 4. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Admiran+ The weather on the bridge is stormy. There's a cloud above the Captain's head that doesn't look too promising for you if repairs aren't completed soon. What's your status? Maryse Dubois -> +Rhan+ That'sgood to hear. :;Walks into CB 3's makeshift ICU.:: Jas -> Say there is an attack though... where do our priorities lie? To the those who chose to stay behind on the planet or the refugees we house here? Tandaris Admiran -> +Hawthorne+ We're almost done, Commander. Promise. We ran into some snags interfacing a Federation deflector assembly with their system. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::Runs past Maryse as she enters the cargo bay, escaping into the ship's corridor.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::watches as the deflector grid system comes online at his display:: Good. ::turns to Savok:: Status on calibration routines? Rhan K'hal -> :: flicks an ear back at Swain :: If we're reduced to sonar tactics I think we're pretty well sunk, sir. But aye, I'll keep the P-O-S on the edge. I'll relay that to the squadrons as well. Tandaris Admiran -> Savok> Calibration 49.725% complete, sir. Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns and catches up to the girl.:: Whoa now. Where are you going? Tandaris Admiran -> One decimal place is fine, Savok, thank you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Admiran+ How long do you need? Do you know what a Terran duck is? Do you know what it means when they're sitting out in the open? That's us. Hunter Matheson -> ::right up there with the commander on that one:: Rhan K'hal -> :: relays the flank-protection request to d'A, while assigning the Plains of Somhwair to a position on the outside. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::Her head was covered with a bloody bandage and she looked at Maryse with wide-eyes. She babbled something that sounded like 'akahahtlaia' that the UT deciphered as 'mommy', or the Byriam equivilent.:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The advance scouts pick up a warp signature. It's a Jem'Hadar ship, a single attack cruiser that drops out of warp and makes a high speedpass before jumping back to warp Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Our priority is to this ship and her crew firstly, then the refugees. We protect our ship at all costs. Those that are left will have to fend for themselves if it comes down to it. We can't rescue everyone. Hunter Matheson -> ::sucks in a breath:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Kneels.:: Were you with her when you came on the ship? Tandaris Admiran -> +Hawthorne+ Well aware of that, Commander. But if we don't ensure this deflector is installed properly, we'll be down one transport before we're halfway to New Bajor. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Savok:: The moment the calibration is complete, initiate the diagnostic suite. Rhan K'hal -> :: has the priority incomings from the the advance ships forwarded automatically to tactical, TIC, and the Captain's chair display :: Hunter Matheson -> ::getting antsy;: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::She shook her head, on the verge of tears. She looked like she was five or six in Terran years.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Time to go. Have we finished transporting the supplies down? Rhan K'hal -> :: looks :: Finished a few moments ago, Captain. Cptn Swain -> And we're clear on evacuations? Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. At this point we're just waiting on the P-O-S. Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs.:: Don't worry. Did you come with someone else? Cptn Swain -> (( clever kitty )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She tilted her head, hearing Swain.:: +Admiran+ We are out of time. We have incoming ships, and they aren't friendly. Get back here. Jas -> ((Sorry there, lost connection. Did my last thing go through?)) Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Signal to the fleet to begin moving out. We'll hang back until they're able to move. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (No, Jas.) Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. Tandaris Admiran -> +Hawthorne+ Commander, I can't guarantee the integrity of the transport… Rhan K'hal -> +Fleetwide+ Alpha, Tau, Epsilon, One. :: sends the corresponding coded signal as well :: Jas -> And what of any unarmed refugee ships in the area? Hunter Matheson -> ::checks, rechecks, then checks everything again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Admiran+ They are going to have to take their chances or abandon their ship. That's their Captain's decision. We'll beam aboard as many as we can if it comes to that. Cptn Swain -> Helm, stand by to break orbit and follow the fleet through to warp. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::Shakes her head, looking frightened.:: Hunter Matheson -> Helm standing by to break orbit, aye. Rhan K'hal -> :: watches as the fleet rather clumsily accelerates out... silly civilian pilots :: Tandaris Admiran -> +Hawthorne+ Acknowledged. Hunter Matheson -> Vector set. Ready for departure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> We'll protect them as best we can, but again... we can't save everyone. It is a sad fact, but not much we can do about it. ::Rubs the back of his neck.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::cuts the connection, swears, turns to Savok:: You heard Commander Hawthorne. Belay the diagnostics, start up the deflector. Cptn Swain -> ::Stands, making his way forward:: How long until they can go to warp, K'Hal? Tandaris Admiran -> +EVA teams+ Initiate immediate beamout to Excalibur. Maryse Dubois -> ::Puts her hand on the girls head.:: Well you are among friends here. We'll help you look once we get to a safe place. ::Looks at the bandage on her head.:: Want me to look at that for you? Jas -> ::nods, frowning a little:: That doesn't bother you at all? Tandaris Admiran -> Savok> Deflector dish engaged. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> Hurts bad. ::She held a hand to her head and whimpered.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Savok> Deflector status appears optimal, sir. Maryse Dubois -> ::Checks on the wound.:: It's alright. I can fix it. Come with me? ::Holds out her hand.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::mutters something about gods and luck:: +Excalibur+ Admiran to Excalibur. Four to beam back. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Gives him a sharp look.:: Of course, it does! I'm not an emotionless android. But sometimes, in this job, you have to make the hard decision on who lives and who dies. Rhan K'hal -> The fleet should be at warp in ten minutes, those Halem class need to clear Bryiom's sphere of influence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::Takes Maryse's hand and presses close to her leg.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::cracks knuckles:: Rhan K'hal -> +Tandy+ :: shimmeryness where applicable :: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Break orbit Hunter. Keep us on the flank of the fleet. Hunter Matheson -> Breaking orbit, aye. Taking fleet flank. Opposite Wasp, Captain? Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Aye Jas -> ::nods again absentmindedly, silently keeping his eyes forward as he mulls things over:: Hunter Matheson -> Flanking opposite Wasp, aye. Breaking now. Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls her out of orbit and into flank of the convoy, directly opposite Wasp on the galactic coordinates:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::arrives back on Excalibur:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Excalibur's response is smooth and even, as it should be:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> A much larger incoming warp signature appears on long range and from the advancing BoP. The Jem'Hadar task force, consisting of a Super-Cruiser and several dozen warships, along with an unknown number of attack ships enters the system. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles and heads back into the ICU. They go over to a bed where she picks up the girl and sets her on it.:: There you are. ::Scans the wound for a moment.:: Just a cut. That's a good thing. Easy to fix. ::Looks up a moment as she feels the ship move, then focuses again.:: Hold still now. ::Takes a dermal regenerator to the girls head.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::checks and rechecks his vector, proximity readout and standard convoy position modified to flank position:: Hunter Matheson -> Flank position achieved, Captain. Hunter Matheson -> ::notes the red light to his right but doesn't blink:: Rhan K'hal -> Well, cutting it a wee bit close aren't we? Hunter Matheson -> ::right there with K'hal:: Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns, glances back to Miranda before taking his seat. :: The Jem'Hadar are never late, I'll say that for them. Cptn Swain -> Have they moved towards the fleet? Hunter Matheson -> ::tactical breathing:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriam girl> ::Scrunches up her nose and tries to lean away as far as she can from the device in Maryse's hand.:: Rhan K'hal -> Their fleet and formation are big enough I can say yes and no, Captain. They're moving toward Bryiom in general but are taking a very sweeping path. Maryse Dubois -> It's alright. It makes the hurt go away. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> In the cargo bay, a pair of natives are trying to push past the security officer guarding the door to enter the ship. Their shouting grows louder. Cptn Swain -> ::Takes another deep breath:: How long until we're clear of the planet's sphere of influence? Jas -> ::taking notice of the kerfuffle, strides over to check it out:: What's going on here? Hunter Matheson -> Excalibur is clear now, Captain. The rest of the convoy, is inching out. Tandaris Admiran -> ::arrives in engineering, gets a status report:: Rhan K'hal -> Last fleet ship in formation will clear in 2 minutes, 12 seconds. P-O-S will clear in 3:32. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Glances over and frowns.:: Nothing good. Go give him a hand. Rhan K'hal -> Calculated intercept of Dominion fleet, 2:47. Cptn Swain -> ::Bites his lip:: Red Alert. Cptn Swain -> Helm, bring us about. Put us between the Dominion fleet and the Plains. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriom girl> ::Bites her lip, but lets Maryse work.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: flattens ears before it can deafen him as the anonymous tactical officer does his/her/its thing :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriom patients> ::Pushes the security officer at the door.:: Let us through! We need to find out families! Maryse Dubois -> ::Tries not to curse in front of the girl as the red lights come on, but finishes with the regenerator in time.:: Jas -> ::eyeballs the two natives and repeats himself louder to them, ignoring the red lights:: What is going on here? Cptn Swain -> Have the fighter wing come about as well and form on our flanks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriom girl> ::Jerks at the lights and alarms and screams a little, shaking.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: knows that the squadron controller is listening in with the red alert, verifies that the command is relayed :: Fighters moving into position. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Byriom patient> ::Gets shoved into Jas.:: They won't let us see our families! I need to know if my wife and son are alive! Hunter Matheson -> ::steady movement with the convoy::: Maryse Dubois -> Wait here. I'll be right back. ::Smiles at the girl before going to the door.:: Klein, start securing patients down for their safety. And don't let her out of your sight. ::Points at the girl non threateningly.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She tensed at the alert and pursed her lips, keeping an eye on her display.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Jerks at Maryse's order and eyes the little girl with pure fear.:: Wha... but... I don't... Hunter Matheson -> In position, Captain. Tandaris Admiran -> ::double- and triple-checks tactical systems:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands in front of the door, talking loudly.:: We don't have time for this. Do you know what those lights mean? It means the Jem'Hadar is here. We need to make sure everyone is safe and secure in these rooms. That means no roaming around. Once we are safe, then we can help find your families. Rhan K'hal -> :: waits to see if the nearest part of the Dominion formation will break into attack formation as they get close :: Jas -> ::steadily pushes the man back with one hand:: For you and your family's safety, you simply cannot see them right now. It's protocol and, with the situation at hand, it's the best thing for them. Cptn Swain -> Power up weapon systems, but don't actively target anyone. Hopefully they get the message. Hunter Matheson -> ::notes the fighters in position:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1018.2015 The evacuation and conversion of the science labs into Noah's Ark has gone mostly according to K'Hal's schedule, save for a small mix up that resulted in much of the bridge crew learning several new Caitian curses. We are preparing for our fleet of nearly 45 vessels to depart. There is a small group of civilians who have decided to stay behind, and we are transporting some supplies to them before we leave. Engineering is helping repair one of the larger civilian transports navigational deflectors while medical continues to deal with an influx of patients.

SD 1011.2015 Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Byriom with their task force to begin evacuating the people off the planet before the Dominion arrives and rains on everyone's parade.

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Byriom with their task force to begin evacuating the people off the planet before the Dominion arrives and rains on everyone's parade. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> ::On the bridge, drinking tea, as per usual:: William Chocox -> ::is working in Engineering:: Rhan K'hal -> :: in the TIC to deal with this particular carnival :: Hunter Matheson -> ::slips the ship into orbit:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, double checking a few things.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ((I'm picturing Hunter sidle past the planet a couple of times, whistling nonchalantly, and then doubling back.)) Hunter Matheson -> Geosynchronous orbit, Captain. Hunter Matheson -> (When you got it, flaunt it) Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, setting up a gambling pool for which transport will break down first:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She had rather had hoped to spend most of the evacuation tucked away from the action, but apparently Captain Swain in -- as she put it to Miranda over drinks one evening -- infinite wisdom, had offered to collect samples of a number of unique flora and fauna that the Bryiom worried would be destroyed by the occupying Jem'Hadar.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::turns at a helm text::doubletake:: William Chocox -> 5 slips on ((insert name of transport here)) sir. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::As such, her and her team were preparing to catalog, collect, and store far more than she thought was needed plant, animal, insect and what have you. They might as well be stocking an ark.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: watches the displays, sees the Wasp and Kamakura move to the opposite side of Bryiom along with some of the Bajoran transports while the Cape Horn and the rest of the transports array on the Excalibur's side, just like it was drawn up :: Hunter Matheson -> ::acknowledge to transport pool, count me in:: Hunter Matheson -> ::does not fly an ark:: Rhan K'hal -> +Bridge+ TIC to bridge, task force is in position. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Seated in her chair on the bridge, Miranda kept an eye on reports from various departments as well as the communications coming from the rest of the fleet.:: Tandaris Admiran -> You think? It’s much newer than most of the convoy. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Well, let's get this show on the road. Signal to the surface we're ready to begin the evacuation when they are. ::Miranda:: And tell Commander Vallorn her team can get started right away. They have a lot of work to do. Rhan K'hal -> :: keeps an open signal to the bridge, hears Swain's order and sends a communiqué to Nuomi, who thankfully had got over his sulky phase while the task force was in transit :: Rhan K'hal -> @Nuomi> +K'hal+ We are as ready as we can possibly be, Excalibur. You may begin. William Chocox -> People get sloppy on newer ships. Rhan K'hal -> +TaskForce+ Excalibur to fleet, begin operations. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nods and sends a message to Ithene with Swain's approval for their departure, along with a private message that simply said 'be careful'.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: sends a signal to the transporter rooms, where various personnel were waiting to beam down to various evacuation locations :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Gets the go ahead from Miranda, and sends back a private message saying "wasn't she always?" with a wink.:: Alright folks, let's get started. We have a lot of samples and not a lot of time. Hunter Matheson -> ::monitoring vessels in the area, noting especially the older vessels, anything that might just happen to wander out of their corridor:: Cptn Swain -> Start the clock. I want to be well clear of the system when the Jem'Hadar show up. Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods:: Fair point. Hunter Matheson -> ::on that note, he checks the powerup settings, just in case:: Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes and ears flickering to various points of interest as information flies around the TIC :: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Interpid-class vessels in the fleet begin moving into position to land on the surface to help with evacuation. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sees the big clock on one of the rear stations of engineering light up:: So it begins. William Chocox -> Where do you need me? Rhan K'hal -> :: watches transporter evacuation points pop up in the green as Starfleet personnel get the transporter enhancers set up to take some of the load off the various ships hardware :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: At the moment, I want you in charge of one of the rapid-response teams to unstick things that get stuck as we evacuate. Hunter Matheson -> ::hard swallow, eyes wide:: Captain, it's getting a little crowded down here. Permission to take high orbit, sir. William Chocox -> Right. Will do. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: As you see fit. Hunter Matheson -> ::holds his breath as a small transport slips past just short of one km:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Once we're on our way and get attacked, you'll be working with K'hal on convoy damage control while I work with the teams responsible for the defending ships. Hunter Matheson -> Aye, sir. Taking high orbit, same geosynchronous position. Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: I can't imagine just packing everything up like this and leaving. Tandaris Admiran -> ::says it as if an attack is a certainty:: Rhan K'hal -> +Matheson+ Try not to move us too high up, that'll just put more load on the transporter systems and increase our shuttles round-trip time. Hunter Matheson -> +K'hal+ What's your max, sir? Someone's trying to herd cats in orbit. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> And only taking what you can carry? That's the harsh reality of living under opressive rule. William Chocox -> You think we are going to be attacked? Hunter Matheson -> ::as he checks the vicinity, the climb pauses to settle the ship into position:: Rhan K'hal -> +Matheson+ Geosynch is too high, keep us under 1.5k. The flyboys are supposed to be playing traffic cops out there, so don't worry about the paint job too much. Tandaris Admiran -> Without a doubt. Hunter Matheson -> +K'hal+ Copy that, sir. Moving to 1.5k. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods, soberly:: The latest from Camelot has the Jem'Hadar moving a bit quicker than anticipated. They're currently in the De'Sallis system. Rhan K'hal -> :: chugs down a few big swallows from his supersized mug :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Satisfied with sickbay, she decides to check one of the cargo bays.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Lower:: There's also reports of two larger systems being completely razed. Doesn't fit with the MO so far of either Vorta Council or the Hundred. Hunter Matheson -> +K'hal+ Be advised, sir. In the event of attack, we might have to take a different position for defense. Rhan K'hal -> +Sickbay+ Sickbay, TIC. Prince de Austrias signals ready to transfer first agreed intensive care patients. Hunter Matheson -> ::meaning we will have to take a defensive posture:: Rhan K'hal -> +Matheson+ I'm not that green, Gunny. Hunter Matheson -> ::no might, no maybe, a definite will:: Hunter Matheson -> +K'hal+ Copy that, sir. William Chocox -> I was kinda hoping we wouldn't. Tandaris Admiran -> Believe me, if I had a choice I would much rather not fight the Jem'Hadar, even without an infinite Dominion supply line backing them up. Hunter Matheson -> ::blows out a breath:: Maryse Dubois -> ::resting on the rail of a TL.:: +K'hal+ Understood. Direct them to Cargo bay 3. Sickbay has to remain clear for our own personnel, just in case. Tandaris Admiran -> ::signs a PADD presented to him, then stops and actually reads it:: Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ Acknowledged, Doc. William Chocox -> Ever fight them before? Maryse Dubois -> ::Diverts the TL to CB3.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Frowns at that news, but there was nothing they could do about that. They had their mission.:: William Chocox -> ::looks nervous: Rhan K'hal -> :: signals back to PdA with the CB3 coordinates and a green light :: Tandaris Admiran -> Too many times. Tandaris Admiran -> You would think that because the Dominion War was over we wouldn't be fighting the Jem'Hadar … but it did not work out that way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> K'hal, inform Engineering when we begin mass transport. They'll need to keep an eye on the power levels to prevent strain to other systems. Maryse Dubois -> ::Arrives at the cargo bay, checking up on the medical staff there as they get patients.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Transports to the surface, along with her team to begin Operation: Noah. She was soon joined by another team from the Nile.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: What was settled on the Bryiom prisoners? Rhan K'hal -> +Hawthorne+ Aye, we're still moving personnel at this point but as soon as we start Engineering will be the first to know. William Chocox -> I'm to green to have fought the Jem'Hadar. Tandaris Admiran -> ((I didn't mean to scare you away, Chocox! The Jem'Hadar are actually cuddly!)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods to Maryse upon seeing her enter and moves over to join the doctor.:: Doctor, all set? William Chocox -> ((Stupid backspace key logged me out.)) Hunter Matheson -> (K'hal, specify 1.5 k. Do you mean 1500 feet?) Rhan K'hal -> :: gets the notice from the last TR that all personnel are where they need to go :: Tandaris Admiran -> With any luck we won't be fighting them hand-to-hand on this mission. As far as I am aware, they haven't figured out how to circumvent our countermeasures to their shrouding teleportation. William Chocox -> Ok/ Tandaris Admiran -> But even ship-to-ship, they are uncompromising. They are like Klingons on drugs. Mostly because they are on drugs. Rhan K'hal -> (( 1,500 km, the only time I'll talk about feet is if it's the ones I'm standing on :) )) Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: As well as we can. This bay will begin receiving intensive care patients soon. Might get chaotic without staff. Hunter Matheson -> (so, lower than 1500 ft. Gotcha) Tandaris Admiran -> ((This is the 24th century. We all finally use metric.)) Cptn Swain -> (( lol )) Rhan K'hal -> +Engineering+ TIC to Engineering, we are ready to begin mass transports. Tandaris Admiran -> ((1500 km is about 4.9 million ft)) Rhan K'hal -> Point of Information: Prince de Austrias begins transporting the intensive care patients into Cargo Bay 3 Maryse Dubois -> ::Watches as beds begin to fill.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Well, our security forces are ready for the influx. Hopefully there will be no altercations like last time. Rhan K'hal -> :: contacts transporter rooms and gives them the green light to start moving bodies :: William Chocox -> They're on drugs? Tandaris Admiran -> +K'hal+ Acknowledged. ::Chocox:: Keep an eye on the power distribution grid, but in particular watch that the transceiver array doesn't overload from the pattern density. Maryse Dubois -> There should be absolutely none in this area. If that happens, they are to be relocated immediately. I'll not have rough housing in intensive care. William Chocox -> Aye sir. Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes flicker through reports coming in from various points, checks it against his timeline :: Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, the Jem'Hadar have a genetically engineered addiction to ketracel white. Or at least most of them did. Cptn Swain -> ::Finishes his tea and drops it in the fresher:: You have the bridge Commander. I believe I am scheduled to meet with the First Minister and the representative of the Bajoran government to formalize some details for when they arrive on New Bajor. Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ I don't suppose you could goose the Bajoran while you're at it, they're running behind already. William Chocox -> Some didn't? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Nods.:: Aye, Captain. We'll keep you informed of any new developments. Cptn Swain -> +K'Hal+ I'll mention to him your concerns on... keeping on szzual. ::Smirks at Miranda as he disappears into the turbolift:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> It's always the family that causes the issues. Though we can't control who they transport over, I suppose. Maryse Dubois -> If families do arrive with patients, please have them moved to Cargo Bay 1. Our main holding area is there. Cptn Swain -> ::He didn't like taking transporters, anyway, so with all the extra burden on them, he was using it as a good excuse to take the yacht down for the trip. He exited the lift, to be greeted by his Yeoman, Quintus Augustus, who was holding a PADD and a carry-on, tapping his feet and looking at his chrono:: Cptn Swain -> Quintus> You're late. Rhan K'hal -> :: tries to see if there's anywhere he can borrow some transport time from to make up for the Bajorans' rather laid back approach to filling up their quotas :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: There were rumours that some Jem'Hadar had a mutation. Their bodies naturally produced white. I don't know if the rumours were true, or if the Vorta allowed any such Jem'Hadar to live. Cptn Swain -> ::Sighs:: Tandaris Admiran -> As far as I am aware, with the Founders gone, the white is largely the only reason the Vorta have any control over the Jem'Hadar these days. William Chocox -> Are the Founders gone? Cptn Swain -> Quintus> And I thought we agreed you'd meet the First Minister wearing your uniform jacket, not the vest? ::Frowns:: Good thing I packed an extra in the yacht. Maryse Dubois -> Also...If things happen to start turning South, I'll need your people ready to help secure patients down. Tandaris Admiran -> Yes. Odo—you know, the changeling who was chief of security on DS9 until the end of the war? He convinced them all to pack up and leave for parts unknown. Tandaris Admiran -> He was NOT happy when Excalibur found a way to place a long distance phone call to them. Rhan K'hal -> :: manages to squeak out an extra 1 second per cycle from the main transporter rooms for the time being, but will have to keep an eye on the total count so he doesn't push the equipment past its threshold :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::mutters something about that being harder than it should have been:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Signals up to Excalibur that the first batch of "samples" that the natives had collected for them were ready to transport up:: Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, and then there's the Hundred. A rogue group of Founders. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods, glancing over as arriving patients are shunted to beds.:: We're ready for that, too. We're expecting more fear than hostility, but people do stupid things when they're afraid. William Chocox -> Ok. Cptn Swain -> Quintus> ::Pauses, looking at Asher's hair from behind:: And that pony tail won't due. I'll have to braid it on the way. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Request acknowledged. It will be handled in the order it was received. William Chocox -> And how'd you figure out how to place a long distance call to them? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods, looking around.:: Indeed they do. Cptn Swain -> ::Sighs, trudges along to the flight deck, where his yacht was docked.:: Tandaris Admiran -> We want on an interstellar scavenger hunt for an alien device. Tandaris Admiran -> It was fun, except when people were shooting at us. Rhan K'hal -> :: lets the computer find a suitable hole in the transport window to pick up the samples :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glances to Ops.:: How's the Away Team doing? I don't want them down there any longer than necessary. William Chocox -> That seems to happen a lot. Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, well, Excalibur has been the Flagship of Poking Our Nose in Gamma Quadrant Business for a while now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Drums her fingers on her armrest, antsy about the mission, but even more so with the AT planetside.:: Rhan K'hal -> Bridge Ops Standin> They've alerted that their first collection is ready for transport. Tandaris Admiran -> How are the transporters holding up? Cptn Swain -> ::Enters the flight deck and is escorted by one of the deck hands to his yacht, whose name I don't remember, but I am sure it's Arthurian themed, Qunitus in tow:: Maryse Dubois -> ((Lance? :P )) Rhan K'hal -> Computer> +Ithene+ Engaging transport on indicated biological cargo. :: shimmery-shimmery :: Cptn Swain -> Quintus> ::Following along, sending a note to the First Minster's office about being behind schedule, and also annoyed that Swain had not remembered to wear the correct uniform this morning. He hoped he at least brought hair ties along so he could braid it correctly. Gods help him.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets an alert from one of the Bajoran transports having transporter issues, swears :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::acknowledges the transport, and looks to the next batch. The first part of the collection would be easier. The natives had been collecting samples for some time, but a few of the more... exotic... samples were still being collected.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ((Rhan, was it "insert transport name here"?)) Rhan K'hal -> +Engineering+ Engineering, TIC. Emissary's Breath reports transporter malfunction. Sending you the report. :: sends :: William Chocox -> Which one is that? Maryse Dubois -> ((Bet Sisko is delighted he has a ship named after his breath.)) Cptn Swain -> ::Swain was mildly amused to fluster Qunitus. He began preflight sequences on the yacht and requested permission to disembark, while the former began braiding his hair:: Tandaris Admiran -> Not the one you bet on. +K'hal+ Thank you. Let them know their report has been received and they have been placed in the queue. Their time is important to us. Tandaris Admiran -> ::calls out:: Transome! You won the first round of the pool! William Chocox -> Damnit. Rhan K'hal -> +Tandy+ Heh. Tandaris Admiran -> It's all right. We'll have plenty of more chances. Tandaris Admiran -> Wait seven and a half minutes and then beam over to the ship with a team and fix them up. Rhan K'hal -> Flight Ops> :: clears the Captain's Yacht on priority departure :: William Chocox -> Aye sir. Rhan K'hal -> :: takes another gulp from the oversized mug, holds it out to the yeoman he'd dragooned to be at his beck and call during the evacuation :: Tandaris Admiran -> Next round of the pool: Over/Under on the average time it takes a ship to complain that we haven't fixed their problem yet. Rhan K'hal -> :: slips on the Caitian bluetooth thingie, confers with the Cape Horn's operations officer about the prisoner transfer :: Cptn Swain -> ::Powers up and heads out of the aft launch bay, sailing into space. Sensing that this wasn't exactly the best time for his amateur, at best, piloting, he set the auto-pilot to take him to the main administrative center of Bryiom, a short stone's throw from the primary staging area for the evacuation:: Tandaris Admiran -> Taking bets until the evac is over. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Sees a slight scuffle break out as one of the patients begins to struggle with his restraints and takes a step, but other security officers are there almost immediately to calm the man and help him get settled.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: finally gets back to the Emissary's Breath, tells them a team will be there "shortly" and that once it does get fixed could they pick up the pace unless they want the Caitian's Breath on the back of their neck :: Maryse Dubois -> ;;Noticed the scuffle and is glad that it had been settled right away.:: I'll be checking on the other cargo bays. Good luck. William Chocox -> What's the line? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Nods to Maryse.:: Thanks, Doc. You, too. William Chocox -> Over/under what I mean. Cptn Swain -> and... Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles as she exits.:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has continued to assist with the growing refugee crisis. A staff meeting (that's all of you) has been called to discuss ongoing operations. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal -> :: enters the conference room, takes his customary seat at the far end so he has a better angle to observe everyone :: Hunter Matheson -> ::drags in from his latest cargo run to the planet:: Hunter Matheson -> ::not exactly spit polish:: William Chocox -> ::walks in and takes a seat:: Hunter Matheson -> ::drops into a chair that's not too close, just in case the smell of cargo, dust, and sweat carries:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks into the conference room, glad to be out of the cargo bays for the moment. Takes a seat at the table, sipping on some hot tea.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: tail-flicks a greeting as people come in :: Cptn Swain -> ::Drinking coffee looking out the window of the conference room, wearing the vest getup instead of the standard uni, with his hair pulled up in a man-bun:: Hunter Matheson -> ::hoping the skipper doesn't mind a water bottle at the convo:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sidles into the conference room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Already seated in her usual spot, reading over the data padd in her hand. She glanced up as the others entered, waiting for them to get settled.:: Jas -> ::silently slips into the meeting, staying near the back behind Lt. Klein:: Hunter Matheson -> ::settled in, sipping from the bottle:: William Chocox -> ::thinks to himself "Man bun? Really?":: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Slips into the room and grabs a seat near Miranda:: Cptn Swain -> ::Checks his chrono, and turns to the room:: Good morning. William Chocox -> Morning sir. Hunter Matheson -> Morning, Captain. Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the chrono, and yeah, it's morning - he's kind of lost track of time:: Rhan K'hal -> Morning, Cap'n. :: nearly purred it :: Maryse Dubois -> Not really, since some of hasn't slept yet. :;Smirks, stirring her tea.:: Maryse Dubois -> *some of us Cptn Swain -> I want to first start out by saying how pleased I am with everyone for the hard work you've put in over the last several days. I know it's been stressful work. Cptn Swain -> Particularly those of you who've been pulling doubles so we could get some people leave. William Chocox -> ::droops his head, snapping back up:: Cptn Swain -> ::Taking a seat, he tapped the commands to lower the lighting:: Unfortunately, I am afraid that there's no real respite in our future. Jas -> ::listens quietly and attentively:: Rhan K'hal -> :: tail loop-de-loop :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::cold water bottle to his forehead, doing his best to listen:: Cptn Swain -> As many of you have, I am sure, have heard by now, there appears to be several power struggles breaking out inside the Dominion. Rhan K'hal -> :: grunts :: Cptn Swain -> One of those groups have actively targeted systems that had gained some degree of autonomy over the past three years under the previous Vorta leader, Taenix. Hunter Matheson -> ::is now fully awake:: Cptn Swain -> ::Taps:: We believe that this planet... ::brings up a hologlyph:: Bryiom could be next. As do the locals. Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels to take a good look:: Cptn Swain -> They have asked for our help in evacuating the population. Jas -> ::eyes the hologlyph as he stifles a yawn:: Hunter Matheson -> How many are we talking about, sir? Rhan K'hal -> :: narrows eyes at the planet, hopes there's something about those Galaxy classes being involved in this because there's only so much room on this tub :: Cptn Swain -> Bryiom has a population of just under five hundred thousand. Tandaris Admiran -> ::already doing calculations for the number of evacuees they can fit if they swap out the normal multi-purpose module with a personnel module:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::not getting five hundred thousand:: Cptn Swain -> Which is far above our evacuation limit. Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins counting on his fingers:: Hunter Matheson -> ::leaning forward to lean his forearms on his thighs:: Due respect, sir, there's no way... Rhan K'hal -> :: cocks an ear when he sees Tandy start counting on his fingers, has serious doubts (again) about his sanity :: Maryse Dubois -> I hope they have their own ships, because as far as I can tell, the fleet that is right outside can't even fit that many. Jas -> ::leans over and whispers to Lt. Klein:: Sounds like another crowded party in the cargobay Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Cocks his head at Jas and frowns, nodding.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: They have access to several large transports. The Bajoran government is also dispatching three large transport vessels which should arrive in a few hours. William Chocox -> Well, that's good. Hunter Matheson -> ::sigh of relief:: Jas -> ::returns his full attention to the meeting:: Cptn Swain -> The Excalibur and the Wasp will lead the effort, with us in the primary command position. We will also be providing escort along with several other Starfleet and Klingon vessels. Cptn Swain -> I do not have to tell you that organizing an evacuation of this size is... daunting. Particularly as we do not have a lot of time. William Chocox -> Yeah... Tandaris Admiran -> So where are we taking these evacuees? Cptn Swain -> ::Taps another button bringing up a tactical display:: The Bajoran government has agreed to allow them to settle, temporarily at New Bajor, as Camelot and Avalon are already overrun without 500,000 additional refugees. Maryse Dubois -> I do have a concern. Won't helping this planet directly be viewed as a hostile act to the aggressors? Are we prepared to wage war if we have to? Hunter Matheson -> ::hell yeah::: Hunter Matheson -> ::swings the bottle that's dangling between his legs before bringing it up to take another sip:: Cptn Swain -> We believe that the Vorta Council's primary concern is with taking back these systems for their resources, not their people. But, the possibility has been raised. Cptn Swain -> So far, the various groups have left Alpha Quadrant targets alone. William Chocox -> What if a firefight doesn't break out? William Chocox -> We're just moving people. Nothing wrong with that. Cptn Swain -> That is hope Will. Maryse Dubois -> ::Sips at her tea.:: For now, but poke them enough and it might get out of control. I'm not saying we shouldn't help them. I'm just wondering if we are prepared for the consequences. Cptn Swain -> But, it is a possibility that our involvement could be seen as meddling in internal Dominion affairs. Hunter Matheson -> Do we have primary rules of engagement, sir? Jas -> ::mumbles lowly to Lt. Klein:: In other words, set phasers to stun. Maryse Dubois -> The Dominion has always been touch and go with those kinds of situations. Hunter Matheson -> ::sips;: Cptn Swain -> We have been authorized to defend ourselves if we're attacked. ::Taps again:: Currently the factional Jem'Hadar forces in the Bryiom sector are here... Cptn Swain -> Reoccupying the Tarada system. Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up again, leaning back to relax as he watches::: Rhan K'hal -> :: outwardly, still sitting there like a very comfortable, lazy Cait, waiting for the free-for-all to die down before he asks his question :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Hostilities are always a possibility, with any of our missions. As always, we are preparing for the eventuality. We will have fighter escorts, as well. Hunter Matheson -> ::mental note of their present positions in relation to their target:: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: We believe that we have a little under a week to complete the evacuation before the Jem'Hadar forces are finished with their work in Tarada and turn their attention to Bryiom. William Chocox -> What about Starfleet back up should excrement hit the rapidly spinning blades? William Chocox -> Will we have that? Cptn Swain -> We will be leading a task force consisting of ourselves, the Wasp, Vermont, Cape Horn, Kamakura, Prince de Austrias, Haig, and the Nile. Along with several Klingon Bird of Preys providing advanced scouting support. Rhan K'hal -> I'd venture a guess that the Bajoran transports are Halem class? Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes. And they will be under Bajoran command. Rhan K'hal -> Whoopee. :: looks to Hunter :: You won't need anything over warp 4, and that's if they're well maintained. Cptn Swain -> So, you'll have your work cut out for you coordinating with three different command. Hunter Matheson -> ::blink, leans forward a little too quickly and has to catch his balance:: Warp 4? Rhan K'hal -> :: grins at Hunter, as that's gotta be painful :: Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Given that we'll also be working with a number of civilian transports, Warp 4 might be a bit optimistic. Hunter Matheson -> Uh... Captain, that's going to be a defense nightmare. ::quickly adds:: Due respect, sir. Rhan K'hal -> Like I said, /if/ they're well maintained. And as much as the Bajorans use them, I doubt it. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: I am well aware. As I said, this will not be an easy mission. Jas -> ::eyes shift between everyone as they speak in turn:: Cptn Swain -> Tandaris, Engineering will be tasked with coordinating efforts to assist the civilian transports with any repairs they require. Rhan K'hal -> :: leans forward, makes a note on his ever-present PADD :: William Chocox -> Oh goody. Tandaris Admiran -> Will we be taking on spare parts before we leave? Cptn Swain -> Likely a good idea. Cptn Swain -> Maryse, you'll of course be coordinating medical relief efforts as needed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> We will also be transporting all of our current refugee patients to the planet or station, so please prepare them for departure immediately, Doctor. Hunter Matheson -> ::blows out a breath, hanging his head::: Cptn Swain -> Security will be helping on the surface with getting people to transport sites. Bryiom only has one spaceport and it's not equipped to handle this sort of thing. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Of course. Hunter Matheson -> ::figures his MOS is changing from cargo to patients:: Cptn Swain -> Wasp and Excalibur will serve as go betweens for any shuttle transports. Cptn Swain -> Are there any more questions? Hunter Matheson -> :::straightens up:: No, sir. William Chocox -> How long until we get going? Jas -> ::blinks a few times, bringing himself back into focus:: Cptn Swain -> As soon as the Bajoran transports arrive and have a chance to unload some cargo they've brought for the refugee camps on the surface. William Chocox -> Ok... Cptn Swain -> Roughly twenty hours. Rhan K'hal -> :: makes another note :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::compiling a shopping list:: Cptn Swain -> If there's nothing else. I believe we all have a lot of work to do. Rhan K'hal -> :: steady, slow tail swing :: Jas -> ::stands by Lt. Klein, ready to move:: William Chocox -> ::waits for someone else to stand up first:: Hunter Matheson -> ::stands when the skipper does:: Rhan K'hal -> Who's my contact with the Klingons, by the way? :: short look at PADD :: Kutang? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Rises to his feet and gives Jas a nod toward the door.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::moves to join Chocox:: Thoughts? Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes. Jas -> ::returns the nod to Klein and swiftly heads towards and out the door:: Rhan K'hal -> Good, she's reasonable and won't expect me to drink a barrel of bloodwine with her first. :: jots note :: William Chocox -> Coffee. Cptn Swain -> So I've heard. Your contact with the Bajorans will be a Major Vellan Kre Tandaris Admiran -> ::motions:: Lead the way. Hunter Matheson -> ::Miranda:: Ma'am? Rhan K'hal -> :: nod, makes another note :: Cptn Swain -> ::Pauses:: Or is Kre Vellan. Cptn Swain -> I can never keep their names straight. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Turns to Hunter and raises an eyebrow.:: Yes? Hunter Matheson -> Should I inform the bay chief that I'm off cargo duty, or continue on? William Chocox -> Family name first sir. Maryse Dubois -> ::Heads for Sickbay.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Ahh, Vellan Kre it is. William Chocox -> ::calls over his shoulder as he walks out:: Rhan K'hal -> :: chuckles :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You will continue to run short flights of cargo and people until our departure. They're going to need all of the help they can get shuttling things back and forth. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Tandaris Admiran -> ::walks with Chocox:: After the coffee break, we need to get our hands on as many spare parts as we can. The older the better. Rhan K'hal -> The Bryioman contact? I'm going to have to do a lot of coordination before we even get there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She eyed him for a moment as though she might say something else, but merely nodded.:: Tandaris Admiran -> We also need to procure an industrial-strength replicator from the shipyard annex. Hunter Matheson -> ::notes the eye, waits until he's dismissed:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::says "procure" in a way that implies he's getting one through any means necessary:: Cptn Swain -> Ah, yes, we've been working with the First Minister and his secretary, perhaps you should contact his office and find out who they'd like you to work with? Cptn Swain -> We've been given a pretty free hand in this operation, given how busy everyone else is with the ongoing chaos. Rhan K'hal -> Will do. Any customs I should be aware of? Though I'd hope they're in "we're gonna die if we don't get out of here, the secret handshake can wait" mode. Jas -> ::makes his way through the corridor with Klein:: Where to now, sir? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I'll give you the option of taking a shift with the fighters, if you like. But we'll table that for when we're en route. You may go. William Chocox -> Procure? Hunter Matheson -> ::attention:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Back to the cargo bay, Ensign. We've got to get these people off our ship before we can start preparing for an influx of new ones. William Chocox -> How do you mean procure? Hunter Matheson -> ::relaxes, draining the bottle and tossing it into the reclaimer as he moves out:: Cptn Swain -> The Bryiomen seem fairly easy to get along with, they're humanoids. They've spent nearly three hundred years under Dominion occupation and only gained semi-independence about two years ago. Tandaris Admiran -> I know—well, knew a few people there. If any of them are still around, I’ll find a way. Jas -> Ah, yes, of course ::follows Klein down to the cargo bay:: Cptn Swain -> Think the Bolians, only less... ::looks for the right word:: talkative. Tandaris Admiran -> Do you have any experience working with Bajoran transports? William Chocox -> Oh damn. Hunter Matheson -> ::figuring that he's just going to get dirty anyway, he moves on down to the cargo bay for his next run:: Rhan K'hal -> :: dryly :: There's a silver lining. Cptn Swain -> That's what Arden said. ::grins:: Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out, running his hand through his hair, then giving his back a crack as he wanders toward his craft:: William Chocox -> And no, I do not. Hunter Matheson -> ::and the loadmaster is almost finished so he approaches the chief for the manifest:: Rhan K'hal -> All righty, that gives me enough to get started. Now to see if Cdr Admiran can replicate a few clones of me to do it all. :: rises, nods to Swain :: Cap'n. Tandaris Admiran -> Well, unless you have an in with the shipyard people, you’re in charge of getting parts then. Bajoran are good, but we can use Federation or even stranger parts in a pinch. Jas -> ::enters a TL with Klein and descends towards the cargo bay:: Tandaris Admiran -> Get as much as you can from wherever you can and get it to the cargo bays in 20 hours. Hunter Matheson -> ::takes it, exhaling as he reads through, then moves into the craft to scan everything for verification:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Still seated, reviewing her data padd until Swain finished up.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: heads out, nodding at Miranda on the way out :: Hunter Matheson -> ::check...check...and check:::overload, no:: ::chief:: We're good to go. ::signs the manifest, hands it back:: Cptn Swain -> ::Glances over to Miranda:: Going to be a fun few days, don't you think. Hunter Matheson -> ::preflight walkabout:: William Chocox -> Alright. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I don't quite like your definition of 'fun', Captain. ::Dryly.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::running his hand over a few new nicks and scratches::: Hunter Matheson -> ::enters to begin the preflight:: Rhan K'hal -> :: does a rare thing and actually heads to his scarcely used office, notes he needs to dust again :: Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Care to have lunch with Arden and I on the station? Hunter Matheson -> ::watching the cargo hatch close, checking that the green light is on:: William Chocox -> ::looks a bit uneasy:: Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, and I know that I seem to play fast and loose with the rules, Chocox. Tandaris Admiran -> But I do have one. Jas -> ::arrives in the cargo bay with Klein:: Okay then, where to begin.. William Chocox -> And that is? Tandaris Admiran -> Don’t get caught. William Chocox -> ::facepalms:: Hunter Matheson -> ::sends off his flight path and requests departure vector:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Cocks her head and nods as she rose from her seat.:: Why not? I think we could do with a drink or two before this mission starts. Hunter Matheson -> ::loadmaster:: Ready? Rhan K'hal -> :: cleans a few things off, sits and organizes his thoughts :: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: I hear Ambrosia has a lovely brunch. Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Hang on... ::lifts off smoothly and easily, then floats out of the bay toward the planet:: Hunter Matheson -> ::and entering the corridor, takes the prescribed vector to the planet:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 1004.2015 The Excalibur has continued to assist with the growing refugee crisis. A staff meeting (that's all of you) has been called to discuss ongoing operations.

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: Nearly thirty-six hours have passed since we arrived to find a developing crisis at Camelot. Excalibur has moved into position and is serving as a sort of mobile check station for refuges -- taking them in for medical care and registration before moving them to temporary shelter on either planet or back to their ships. The crew is also, as possible, being allowed to take some time to take leave on Camelot Station. Questions? Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM William Chocox -> ::is working in Engineering:: Jas -> ::down in cargo bay, directing refugees into one of the many makeshift medical stations:: Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out of the lift onto the bridge, nodding to the OIC as he passes to relieve the helmsperson on duty::: Rhan K'hal -> :: juggling incomings, outgoings, and this that and the other thing from the bridge :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Taking some time to herself, mostly, at the Holy Grail, which she noted was certainly less busy than normal,:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::bursts into engineering with a number of crewman tailing him, each one carrying an odd assortment of parts:: Cptn Corizon -> ::On Excalibur in the Obs Lounge, making use of the holoprojector to look at intelligence reports:: William Chocox -> ::drums his fingers along his console as he looks at a diagnostic, jumping when he hears Commander Admiran burst in:: Do I want to know what that's about? Tandaris Admiran -> ::eyes Chocox strangely:: Depends. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take some leave? Rhan K'hal -> :: takes a moment to tersely bark at a rather obese looking freighter that's trying to bully its way up the line :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Calm under pressure, though the influx of patients that they were transporting in and out was beginning to wear on him. Thankfully, they just had to keep the people IN the cargo bay and OUT of the rest of the ship.:: Everything looking okay, Ensign? ::Approaches Jas while still surveying the room.:: Jas -> ::looks over to Lt. Klein as he waves another refugee through:: Yes, sir. A bit less tense than dealing with Scorpiad tech, I must say. William Chocox -> After the mission we've had, this is leave. William Chocox -> And I'm practically married to the ship anyway. Hunter Matheson -> ::checking updates, reading the report from the previous helm shift:: Tandaris Admiran -> Well, don’t say I didn’t give you the chance. Tandaris Admiran -> ::motions to the crewmen:: Right there, yes. NO. DO NOT PUT THAT UPSIDE DOWN. Do you want to kill us all?! Rhan K'hal -> :: growls, has it out with the freighter captain:: I don't care if you're carrying a Queen that's about to burst with 50 kittens, you're fourth in line. Now get back into your assigned position or I swear I will transport you off with the refugees into the middle of our warp core. Excalibur OUT. William Chocox -> ::rubs his temples:: Maybe I will take some leave sir. Tandaris Admiran -> Toooooooo late. Hunter Matheson -> ::hearing K'hal, looks up to glance over:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Shifting in her chair -- she refused to sit in Swain's for temporary stints -- she glanced up, one eyebrow raised at Rhan's terse communication.:: Issues? Tandaris Admiran -> ::sorting through one of the piles of parts, which look more like junk:: I've noticed something, Chocox. Hunter Matheson -> ::not goin' there, goes back to work:: William Chocox -> That I seem to have a poor sense of when to leave? Tandaris Admiran -> It's occurred to me that some people view my particular modes of operation as … mmm, off-kilter? Unexpected? Rhan K'hal -> Some of these freighter captains are in a hurry to return to carrying cargo that pays. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes. Thankfully, the transporters have done most of the work for us, making sure they aren't carrying weapons. Though... one never knows what might happen. ::There had already been a few scuffles, but nothing serious.:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> K'Hal notices both the Okinawa and the Wasp have entered the system over the last hour or so, meaning all-three Akira-class vessels in the Gamma Quadrant fleet have been recalled. Altogether Starfleet currently has nearly fourty ships in the system or on close patrol. The Klingons and Romulans have also bolstered their numbers. Tandaris Admiran -> So … ::holds up what looks suspiciously like a portable fusion reactor:: I've decided that if I'm going to stick around, I need to make sure you can handle my … craziness. William Chocox -> Oooooooooooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Jas -> ::nods back to Klein, eyes scanning the cargo bay:: Yes, nothing too serious... and hopefully it will stay that way. Hunter Matheson -> Hm...::still reading:: Rhan K'hal -> Not to mention our bit of space here got a lot smaller after the Okinawa and Wasp came in. Why do Starship captains like to park near ships of the same class? Tandaris Admiran -> Ah! ::sets aside a Nausicaan energy inverter:: I was wondering if they had kept that in storage. Hunter Matheson -> ::head jerks up:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: We don't really have much on our plates at the moment. So let's use this time to build something. Cptn Swain -> ::Swain had only briefly appeared on the ship after returning from his initial trip to the station. He was currently meeting with Clarent Fleet commander, Irae Varen.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> There is an unspoken rule among Captains -- never park your ship near a bigger ship. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets a ready signal from one of the cargo bays, brings up the next group and clears them for transport :: William Chocox -> With a portable fusion reactor? Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the area:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::gestures vaguely:: With all of this. Or some of it, at least. It's things I put in storage last time I left. I like to collect stuff at the various bazaars on planets and stations we visit. Tandaris Admiran -> One time I found a Scorpiad shuttle! Well, to be fair, it didn’t start as a shuttle. Rhan K'hal -> Probably a good rule but it's giving me a headache and I don't have the pips to tell them to budge off a bit. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Steps onto the bridge, her dark red hair looking a bit mussed from being in a helmet. She was still wearing the slightly different version of the flight suit pilots wore.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Right on cue, a small group of refugees in the cargo bay breaks into a scuffle over one of the beds. Each of them had a sick child and had reached the bed at the same time. The men were now in a shoving / shouting match. William Chocox -> Commander, what are we building? Jas -> Oh, for -- ::quickly makes his way over to the scuffle, trying to get in between the two men:: Hey, hey! Move back! Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Hands a PADD to Miranda with tired smile:: Commander. Tandaris Admiran -> I haven't gotten that far. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 1> This is OUR bed! Our child is very ill! ::He shoved Jas into the other man.:: Tandaris Admiran -> I thought about building another cloaking device, but they keep confiscating those. ::shrugs:: So I'm not sure it's worth it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 2> ::Shoves Jas back at the other man.:: Our child is ill as well! Ill-est! Rhan K'hal -> :: swivels and gives a weary wave at d'A :: William Chocox -> ::keeps rubbing his temples to the point where he might start boring a couple holes into his head:: How do you not know what you want to build? Tandaris Admiran -> That's the whole point. This is a creative activity. Think of it as one of those boring teambuilding things the other departments force people to do. Hunter Matheson -> ::quick page back to the latest updates:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Nods to Rhan, who she knew was doing more than his fair share of work keeping all the pieces moving:: Tandaris Admiran -> Only in this case, we get to make something that could explode! Jas -> ::pushes off the other man, holding both arms out to them:: Stop this right now! Shouting and arguing will not solve this! We will find beds for both of your children! Tandaris Admiran -> Look at it! ::points Chocox in the direction of the pile of parts:: Inspiration will strike. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Taking the PADD from the pilot, she nodded.:: Just coming off a scouting flight, d'Aubigne? Or was it another training mission? William Chocox -> Where are the other engineers? Rhan K'hal -> :: notes that the offending freighter captain apparently didn't want to be beamed into the warp core as he's behaving himself now; nods in satisfaction and greets the latest shuttle to be sent in the Excal's direction with the protocols :: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> Scouting mission. Fleet ops has us circling out as far as we can, then coming back. Their normal fighter patrols are busy playing babysitter to all the itinerates. Tandaris Admiran -> ::waves hand:: They have to watch the ship to make sure someone doesn't drop a tool or something. William Chocox -> And I'm supposed to build some random piece of equipment. Tandaris Admiran -> Don't you ever just want to _build_ stuff? Tandaris Admiran -> Didn't you start your path to engineering fascinated with taking things apart, and putting them together—often in different configurations? William Chocox -> Yes, but none of them involved portable fusion reactors. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Wading in with Jas, he grabbed one of the men by the collar.:: William Chocox -> Except after that one time. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Glances over to Hunter, briefly:: If the Gunny is bored sitting on his hands, I am sure the transport wing wouldn't mind another fresh pilot. The transporters on Avalon Base are getting a bit overwhelmed and Fleet Ops has asked for assistance in moving cargo down to the surface. Medical supplies, food and water mostly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 1> ::Gives Jas another shove.:: We were here first! Make them leave! Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels toward the commander::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sees that little glimmer:: Ahhhhh. Now we're talking. Tandaris Admiran -> So, no fusion reactor. ::tosses it aside nonchalantly, hears it "thunk" against the floor:: William Chocox -> I nearly killed myself that time. Rhan K'hal -> :: takes the wee bit of a pause in between processing to get up and stretch, immediately swapping over to the oversized PADD he has a tendency to use while he escapes his console :: Jas -> ::moves up into Refugee 1's personal bubble and grabbing his collar:: Sir, calm down, or I will have to resort to force. Hunter Matheson -> ::isn't exactly sitting on his hands, but...:: Hunter Matheson -> ::figures it's her call:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She tilted her head, peering at Hunter.:: It really is up to you. We aren't doing much in the way of flight at the moment, and anything that comes up can be shunted to K'hal. So if you want to be more useful... by all means. ::She waved a hand at the fighter pilot.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::finds some emitter coils:: We could build some extremely fashionable personal forcefields. Hunter Matheson -> ::blows out a breath, considering:: Uh.. sure, ma'am. I'd be glad to help. ::under his breath:: I think.. Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps up behind Jas, seeing the fighting.:: What is going on? Rhan K'hal -> Right. I think I have a square centimeter or two left on my console display for the helm controls. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Stun him if he doesn't cooperate, Ensign. ::He had the second refugee backed up, though the man was glaring daggers.:: You... go. There's another bed over there, unoccupied. I'll send one of the nurses over shortly. Rhan K'hal -> :: grabs the Caitian equivalent of coffee from the replicator and returns to said console :: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Smiles:: If you're up for it, Gunny. We've got more flights than pilots, so we're running ourselves a little thin. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 1> ::Doesn't like having hands on him and slaps Jas' away. He glowers back.:: We were here first! My child needs medical attention! Hunter Matheson -> Yes, sir. ::gives helm to Rhan:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Exhales:: And from the looks of things, only going to get worse. William Chocox -> Fine, I'll find something to make. Maryse Dubois -> And they will have it. I am the lead physician on this ship. Hunter Matheson -> ::slipping out from helm, he steps up with the pilot;: Jas -> ::draws phaser, keeping it pointed low at the refugee's legs:: Do you hear that? There's another bed for their child. Your child can have the bed, sir, so I suggest you calm down now. Hunter Matheson -> : :D'Aubigne:: What class are we looking at, sir? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda threw a glance at Rhan.:: You complain much, but I think you secretly like the chaotic responsibility often thrown your way. If I didn't think you couldn't handle it, I wouldn't give it to you. Tandaris Admiran -> ::murmurs:: Fashionable personal forcefield with an emergency overload option…. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 2> ::Pushes in from the other side, knocking Klein into Maryse.:: Why should we leave? We were here first! Our child needs medical attention, more! Rhan K'hal -> Grumbling makes it more enjoyable, Commander. William Chocox -> You want me to make another thing that explodes? Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks around, mock innocence:: What? No. Of course not. I said nothing. Rhan K'hal -> :: pokes at the console :: +Misc Freighter+ Five minutes less than the last time you asked me. Ask again the time estimate is going to go up. Excalibur out. William Chocox -> ::gives him a look:: Tandaris Admiran -> But if you wanted to build a chamber and delivery mechanism to emit anaesthesine…. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Your hair seems to be growing back nicely. You'll soon have one less thing to grumble about. ::Glances to the data padd the pilot had given her.:: William Chocox -> Isn't that illegal? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Refugee 1> ::Glares at Jas, but doesn't push him again.:: Rhan K'hal -> I still won't be entering any beauty contests on Cait for another month. Tandaris Admiran -> ::wide grin:: Not in the Gamma Quadrant,. William Chocox -> We're still a Federation Ship. Tandaris Admiran -> You won't be a young buck forever, Chocox. You won't always be able to fight your way out of bar brawls. Jas -> ::motions from the first refugee to the bed, leaving the other refugee to Lt. Klein:: If you will. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Motions for Hunter to follow her:: We're using the Danubes for some other things, so mostly just the Orions and the Canberras. Hunter Matheson -> ::cracks knuckles:: Security details? Maryse Dubois -> ::Braces herself off Klein to keep from falling.:: This is ridiculous. William Chocox -> That doesn't mean we need chemical warfare. William Chocox -> Where are we going to hide something like that anyway? Tandaris Admiran -> You use a molecular sieve to disperse the anaesthezine between the molecules of the casing, and then suspend it using a magnetic field. William Chocox -> ::facepalms:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grabs a microsoldering gun and starts fusing emitter coils to a capacitor:: William Chocox -> And how do you explain that to a superior officer? Rhan K'hal -> :: does a lot of poking and prodding at the console for a few moments, with the occasional scowl and snarl :: Tandaris Admiran -> You don't actually have to use this thing. Tandaris Admiran -> We're just having fun. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Getting into the lift, and directing it towards the hanger deck:: Minimal since you'll only be handling cargo. Will just be you and a co-pilot. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Sorry, Doctor. Don't want to make more work for you, but it looks like we're going to have to. ::He shoved the man back and pulled his phaser free, firing a stun burst at the man. Two other officers caught him as he dropped and lifted him, carrying him to the nearest empty bed. His wife and child were taken to another.:: Tandaris Admiran -> You _do_ know what fun is, right? Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Aye, ma'am. Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs as she takes her tricorder and begins scanning the child.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: is able to move another ship up the queue as most of the smaller cargo bays are efficiently processing refugees through as they were designated for minor injuries :: Jas -> ::eyes the remaining refugee warily and backs away as his child is put up on the bed:: William Chocox -> Yes, I am aware of what fun is. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> We'll be homebasing here, but your cargo pick ups will be on the station, then down to the surface to which ever camp or base they send you. Shouldn't be too harrowing, except for all the people parked out there, right? William Chocox -> It usually happens to other people, but I am peripherally aware of what it is. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Holsters his phaser and gives Jas a pat on the shoulder.:: Way to hold your own. Cptn Swain -> +Miranda+ Swain to Excalibur. Hunter Matheson -> No, ma'am. I've handled worse. It comes with the territory. Hunter Matheson -> We're talking cargo and ships in orbit. Piece o' cake. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Grins:: I thought so, but better than being stuck on the bridge making minor course corrections. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Swain+ Hawthorne here. Go ahead. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. ::broad grin:: Jas -> ::flinches at the touch before holstering his phaser with a quick shrug:: They're a bit easier to deal with than the Scorpiad. Cptn Swain -> +Miranda+ Status report? Hunter Matheson -> ::adrenaline rush kicks in:: Hunter Matheson -> Ship's loadmaster or one from the station? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Well, I like to challenge myself by building strange devices out of random and disjointed parts. For fun. Tandaris Admiran -> I only _sometimes_ then attach them to the ship. Or use them to destroy stars. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Swain+ We are holding our own, Captain. Cargo bay is full of refugees that we're transporting in for medical aid and then sending on to the station or planet for relocation. Things are still a bit crowded up here. William Chocox -> Fine. ::blinks:: Excuse me sir? Tandaris Admiran -> Though to be fair I warned Corizon about that one. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Exits the lift into the hanger deck, where things were decidedly more hectic than the bridge:: Station's. Hunter Matheson -> ::keeping pace, he slips out of the lift next to her:: William Chocox -> ::starts tinkering:: (m)Blowing up stars? Rhan K'hal -> +Jas+ Bridge to Cargo Bay 1. I have five urgent cases holding. Do you have room yet? Tandaris Admiran -> Plus, I need to make sure I still "have it." You know, now that I'm down all that Scorpiad knowledge. ::attaches capacitor to a solenoid:: Cptn Swain -> +Miranda+ Understood. I'm just about done here with Varen. For now we're going to continue to provide assistance here. But we should also begin to prepare ourselves if we need to take our refugee assistance show on the road. William Chocox -> Ok sir. William Chocox -> ::keeps tinkering:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he dodges personnel, loadmasters, moves around crates as they weave through:: Hunter Matheson -> ::then remembers to check the padd clipped to his belt, and it's all good:: Jas -> ::looks to Maryse:: We've got urgent cases incoming. Do you have room here to work on them? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> +Swain+ Understood, sir. I think we're ready for whatever that's going to be thrown at us. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> Which would you prefer, a Type 9 or an 11? I assume you're cert'd for either -- not like flying shuttles are that different these days. Maryse Dubois -> Yes as soon as you start moving those that have already been treated. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Full certification for small craft except fighters. They tend to draw the line there. So, whichever needs a pilot. Cptn Swain -> +Miranda+ Good. I'll stop back by in a little bit when this is over, before dinner with Arden. Jas -> +Rhan+ Cargo Bay 1 to Bridge, send them in. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Nods, grabs a PADD from a passing assistant, who went with the flow:: Rhan K'hal -> +Jas+ Acknowledged. Rhan K'hal -> :: contacts the main transporter room, clears them to beam them into the cargo bay :: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> Looks like we can get you into a type 11 anytime. Pilot's lounge is down below, I'll have your nav meet you there. Rhan K'hal -> :: shimmery shimmer x 5 :: Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Yes, ma'am. ::moves away toward the pilot's lounge, checking the bay as he goes:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Waves a hand to the other security forces to cycle out the healed patients to make room. It caused a clog by the transporter, but freed up some beds.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets up again, beelines for the replicator and trades in his empty for a full :: Jas -> ::moves to the new arrivals, moving them along to beds that are just then being emptied:: William Chocox -> (m)This is utter madness. Hunter Matheson -> ::upon entering the lounge, he approaches the OIC and checks in with his creds:: Rhan K'hal -> :: plunks back down and tries to clear the backup :: Hunter Matheson -> ::the OIC wonders how a SWCC gets assigned to an Akira, but dismisses it and logs him in:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0927.2015 Nearly thirty-six hours have passed since we arrived to find a developing crisis at Camelot. Excalibur has moved into position and is serving as a sort of mobile check-station for refugees -- taking them in for medical care and registration before moving them to temporary shelter on either planet or back to their ships. The crew is also, as possible, being allowed to take some time to take leave on Camelot Station.

SD 0920.2015 The Excalibur is finally on approach to Camelot Station after completing both her missions. We've picked up a higher amount than usual of local traffic, and more allied vessels on patrol in the area than would be normal.