Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

MISSION BRIEF: 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. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM William Chocox -> ::is in engineering:: Rhan K'hal -> :: at one of the inner aux consoles, trying to make sense of the congestion :: Hunter Matheson -> ::is at helm, feeling better now that he is away from the goo and the spiders and, well, you know:: Hunter Matheson -> ::tap...tap:: Approaching Camelot Station, Captain. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::On the bridge, looking over some of the data they'd collected on their mission while she could, assuming that they would have to turn it all over to SI once they returned.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, checking over a report.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods, drinking his tea:: Drop us to impulse when we reach the outer beacon. Hunter Matheson -> ::no idea of speed, figures it's somewhere between warp 1 and warp 75:: Hunter Matheson -> Drop to impulse when we reach the outer beacon, aye. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::With Tandaris handling things down in engineering, Miranda had taken her spot on the bridge, seated next to Swain. She checked her chair's console at the latest readings, lips slightly pursed.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: scratches his chin :: Either Camelot is going to host a big party or something's up, there's more traffic out here today than outside a brothel at an outer rim station. William Chocox -> Are you sticking around once we get back to Camelot Commander? Maryse Dubois -> ::Makes a note to set up a few more appointments with Hunter and Dr. Quinzel.:: Hmm. ::Walks around main sickbay taking notes on a few other items.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Lovely. William Chocox -> Commander Admiran? Hunter Matheson -> ::catching K'hal's comment, eyes sweeping his console:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Hum? Oh. I don’t know yet. Cptn Swain -> Command was less than forthcoming on anything major, but contact Camelot CnC and let them know we'll need parking. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, Cap'n. Rhan K'hal -> +Camelot+ U.S.S. Excalibur to Camelot CnC. We are on approach and request a docking berth. William Chocox -> I'm sure Commander Hawthorne would appreciate it. Hunter Matheson -> ::hears the ping:: Approaching the outer beacon, Captain. Dropping to impulse. Hunter Matheson -> ::puts on the brakes:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> If there'd been any serious trouble during the peace talks, I'd hope they would have warned us, at least. ::Curious. She tuned in to station chatter, scrolling through the comm logs.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::extra IDS::: Hunter Matheson -> ::hopes everyone is strapped in:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glances at Miranda :: Ever the optimist, Commander? Cptn Swain -> Sprint> +K'Hal+ ::Sounds a little more stressed than usual:: Copy Excalibur, we just recieved two freighter convoys of refugees from the fighting, give us a few minutes to find a place to put you. Once you've cleared the second beacon, go into a holding pattern until further notice. Rhan K'hal -> +Sprint+ Acknowledged, Camelot. Rhan K'hal -> :: looks to Swain :: Refugees? Fighting? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Stupid of me, I know. ::To K'hal. She quirked a brow at the return response from the station and also glanced at Swain.:: We've had nothing on the books. Cptn Swain -> ::Lifts a brow:: Rhan K'hal -> :: Hunter :: Holding pattern on reaching beacon 2, Gunny. Cptn Swain -> News to me... confirm to Sprint. Miranda see what you can find through unofficial channels. Hunter Matheson -> ::now he feels the press of other ships in the corridors, some on approach:: Holding pattern on beacon 2, aye. Cptn Swain -> ::He seemed unsettled, to Miranda:: Arden didn't say anything in his last message. Hunter Matheson -> ::checking the assigned holding pattern for this vector:: Hunter Matheson -> We are approaching beacon two... requesting a position in the holding pattern... Maryse Dubois -> ::Soon finds herself on the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::tap... tap tap::: William Chocox -> ::starts looking over diagnostic reports:: Hunter Matheson -> Holding pattern achieved. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nodded to Swain and sent a few inquiries to several of the non-command contacts they had on the station, drumming her fingers as she waited for a response.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::thinking he hears "Welcome to Camelot Station. You are currently 53rd in line. Your patience is appreciated. Thank you."::: Hunter Matheson -> ::elevator music:: Rhan K'hal -> :: blips the smaller ships nearby in holding, giving the universal signal for "Big Starfleet ship coming in, watch your pattern unless you want to be an abstract decoration on the hull" :: Cptn Swain -> ::Glances at the sensor read out on his chair console:: Is that the Fuso and the Midway? Tandaris Admiran -> ::this is actually the most time he has spent in engineering since his return:: Rhan K'hal -> :: checks :: Aye, Cap. Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the screen.:: Camelot a little busy today? Cptn Swain -> ::Looks a bit more unsettled:: Both Galaxy-classes? Rhan K'hal -> Understatement, Doc. Hunter Matheson -> ::hearing the exchange, but not hearing it::: Rhan K'hal -> Both Galaxies, aye. Isn't the Fleet mostly using those as transports now? Cptn Swain -> Well, out here they've been assigned more... detached rolls with the fleet. Midway was on a long-term science mission last time I'd heard. Tandaris Admiran -> ::weird sense of nostalgia and foreboding:: Hunter Matheson -> ::adjusting holding to keep clear of small craft that seem to not have a clue::: Rhan K'hal -> Looks like heavy patrols around here too, there are 6 Steamrunners on the outer boundaries of the system. Maryse Dubois -> Why do I feel we're missing something? :;Watching the ship movements.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns deeper, puts his tea down:: Rhan K'hal -> :: moves over to the auxiliary tac station to the Captain's left so he can get a better overview of things :: Rhan K'hal -> :: grim smile at Maryse :: You're not the only one, Doc. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Because it seems we are, Doctor. ::Noting Maryse.:: William Chocox -> Wonder what we're going to find at Camelot. Tandaris Admiran -> ::grumbles:: Probably going to send us off on some fool mission they can give to Swain because he keeps saying the wrong things to the wrong people. Maryse Dubois -> ::Catches the sight of a hospital ship she is quiet familiar with in the shadow of the station.:: Saving Grace... Hunter Matheson -> ::checking station flight control directives:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: You said that my being here would help Commander Hawthorne … but what about you? The mission I signed us onto didn’t exactly go well for you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Frowning at her screen, she glanced back to Swain.:: From what our non-official channels can gather, the refugees are from nearby sectors that are under Dominion control. There has, apparently, been a change in leadership. Perhaps infighting? Hunter Matheson -> Captain, station flight operations has opened a third holding ring that is less crowded. Permission to join the new pattern. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods to Hunter:: William Chocox -> ::shrugs:: It's not your fault. William Chocox -> Unless you dicked with the transporters. Cptn Swain -> ::Glances to Miranda again:: Why wouldn't Arden have told me that? ::Frowns:: That's not good though. Hunter Matheson -> Thank you, sir. ::adjusts:: Moving out to third holding ring. Rhan K'hal -> Long range sensors indicate more traffic, freighters and civilian transports, coming in from those direction so this *vague motion at the front viewer* looks to be just the tip of the iceberg. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Maybe they don't yet have enough information? It seems a bit chaotic... like things haven't been properly worked out. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: I suppose -- or he wasn't allowed to over an open comm. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Doctor Dubois, do you know anyone currently in command aboard that medical ship? Cptn Swain -> Rhan... ping CnC and see if you can get a guestimate on when they can park us somewhere. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. Maryse Dubois -> What's the status on the refugees? Is medical assistance needed? ::Nods.:: I still have contacts. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> We don't yet know. Send a message to whoever you know on the Saving Grace and see if they've been told anything. William Chocox -> And I'm still alive sir. Hunter Matheson -> :would suggest orbital parking, but that's iffy at best, considering the traffic and the possibility of increase:: Rhan K'hal -> +Camelot CnC+ :: via text "Respectfully request estimate on docking ETA" :: Maryse Dubois -> Of course. ::Steps over to a console, taking a seat. She sends a message to the Saving Grace's CO.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: notes that the Hippocrates hasn't been dragged into the Gamma; is happy about that, doesn't want to try explaining his short-cropped fur to his brother :: Cptn Swain -> CamelotCnC> ::text back:: "A few hours for proper docking, we can maybe get you into one of the orbital docks in an hour or so. We're bringing orbital dock 3 and 4 back online but that will take a little while to get fired up." Hunter Matheson -> ::close watch on their perimeter:: Rhan K'hal -> Cap'n, looks like an hour at best for an orbital dock, more to get us a regular dock. Hunter Matheson -> ::activates every running light they have, plus a few warning sensors:: William Chocox -> How's your symbiont? Cptn Swain -> Busy morning. Orbital dock should be fine. Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir, will inform. Cptn Swain -> We don't have any standing orders yet as near as I can tell. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: About as healthy as I can be. Tandaris Admiran -> The physical damage has healed … Maryse Dubois -> I'm getting a reply back from my contact. ::Reads.:: Seems like there are uprisings on all nearby Dominion held systems. Rhan K'hal -> +Camelot CnC+ :: via text "orbital will suffice, will remain in holding pattern 3" :: Maryse Dubois -> There are numerous injuries and fatalities... Rhan K'hal -> :: eep :: William Chocox -> I'm sorry. Cptn Swain -> ::Stands, dropping his tea in the fresher before glancing over Rhan's shoulder:: Hunter Matheson -> ::only half hearing bridge chatter as he fights to keep an eye on the pattern, since some apparently don't know what a "pattern" is and it's not modifiable by whim:: Tandaris Admiran -> In a way, this is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Iapetus and the Atlas... bringing in the heavy guns. William Chocox -> Oh really? Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Three or four hours? ::She glanced from Swain to Maryse and back again.:: If there are injured, more refugees coming in, couldn't we be doing something better than sitting here waiting for a docking ring to open up? Cptn Swain -> ::Turns:: Thoughts? Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns:: There must be more going on than simply taking in refugees. With all of these guns here, Starfleet must feel there could be an imminent strike. Hunter Matheson -> ::raises his hand, kind of::: Maryse Dubois -> We could offer our services with medical aid. My team is ready, and we can convert cargo bays easily enough. Cptn Swain -> ::nods to Maryse, then to Hunter:: Yes? Hunter Matheson -> Captain, the holding patterns are crazy enough as it is. With more ships coming in I don't see it getting any better, which probably means that orbital docking isn't going to be that safe, sir Tandaris Admiran -> The original … accident … that left me with the knowledge and memories of a Scorpiad ship was what caused my career and life to careen out of control. Tandaris Admiran -> I am now … free … of that burden. I'm just not sure that, having burned some bridges and watched others burn, I am ready to return to this life. Cptn Swain -> ::Considers, running a hand through his beard thoughtfully:: William Chocox -> Hm...well, I look forward to working with you should you choose to stay. Cptn Swain -> Miranda... contact Fleet command and let them know we stand ready to assist with the refugees. Have Commander d'Aubgine work with command, we can offer plenty of shuttle service back and forth. Cptn Swain -> ::Puts a hand on Rhan's shoulder:: Your life just got a little more exciting. Rhan K'hal -> At this point I'm just happy to get to do something that falls under my job description, Cap Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Nods and sends over a quick message, though doesn't really expect a response. They were probably inundated with communications at the moment.:: Cptn Swain -> Until we hear word, let's start getting ready for that. Maryse and Miranda you can start converting cargo bays into triage. Hunter Matheson -> ::minor adjustment to avoid a close call::: Rhan K'hal -> :: starts sending word here, there and everywhere in the various areas under the Operations banner of the various things that need to be done :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Matheson, pull us out of orbit and away from the traffic, but stay within comms range of the station. No reason for us to get banged up in there right now. Rhan K'hal -> :: leaves the aux tac display on in case Swain wants to continue to peruse the starship collection while he makes his own way over to Mission Ops :: Hunter Matheson -> Pulling out of orbit, within comm range of the station, aye, sir. William Chocox -> ::goes and gets a cup of tea:: Can I get anything for you Commander? Rhan K'hal -> :: scowls, rather belatedly lets CnC know that they're pulling out of holding :: Hunter Matheson -> ::eases the ship out of the holding pattern, taking a vector that will keep them within comm range but out of harm's way::: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sends a message to the medical staff to prepare themselves and divide duties between sickbay and the cargo bays.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Has been paying attention to the bridge conversation, but is trying to get as mch of the data copied to a secure server on Excalibur so that when they turned it over, they could still have it.: Tandaris Admiran -> I could go for some coffee. Tandaris Admiran -> I suspect I will need something stronger once we learn what Starfleet has in store for us next. Hunter Matheson -> Station keeping, Captain, or station orbit? Rhan K'hal -> :: puts in a notice to Engineering of the upcoming power needs for the cargo bay medical equipment :: Cptn Swain -> Station keeping should be fine. With all the traffic, I doubt you'll be able to stay in perfect orbit. Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: And have Tandaris get some damage control teams together. They might need to help the refugee ships with repairs. William Chocox -> ::grabs a coffee and brings it over to Tandaris:: So, how did the Scorpiad ship wind up inside your brain? Hunter Matheson -> Coming to station keeping within comm range, out of traffic, Captain.... in five... four... Hunter Matheson -> three.. two... Hunter Matheson -> ::parks:: Tandaris Admiran -> Well that is a long story … Tandaris Admiran -> ::activates the flashback wavey effect:: Cptn Swain -> ::He made a mental note to thank Miranda for the idea. He'd been focused on other issues and let their duty as Starfleet officers kind of slide.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::tap...taptap::tap:: Stationary position achieved. Going to station keeping. Tandaris Admiran -> It all started back when Captain Corizon was in command of the Excalibur. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets word that the cargo bay teams are en route and ready to assist medical :: Tandaris Admiran -> We were investigating a derelict Scorpiad ship. It seemed dead, but we were wrong… Hunter Matheson -> (A long long time ago?) Rhan K'hal -> Doc, your teams can begin conversion when ready. Tandaris Admiran -> ((Corizon's mane was much more lustrous)) Maryse Dubois -> ((Yeah, and I think we were using the defiant class ship at the time.)) Cptn Corizon -> (( It was :( )) Tandaris Admiran -> ((Were we on the Defiant-class or the Morningstar?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She glanced to Maryse.:: Let me know what you need and keep me informed on the progress. I can divert extra hands for setup from other department as needed. Tandaris Admiran -> Suffice it to say, the ship somehow determined that my symbiont was writeable storage. Maryse Dubois -> ((Hah, I forgot about the Morningstar.)) Tandaris Admiran -> Fortunately, my symbiont managed to integrate the ship's memories as if they were a past host. That was … strange. Cptn Corizon -> (( We were actually on an Excelsior class that time! )) William Chocox -> Hm...sounds...rough. Tandaris Admiran -> No, no. Tandaris Admiran -> The rough parts came afterwards. Tandaris Admiran -> When your own people want to dissect you and Starfleet only protects you as long as you have strategic value for them. Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls up the various interfaces he'll need, contacts d'A's people to combine their resources on keeping track of the impending comings and goings :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods to Miranda.:: We may need to call in to the station to get some supplies if necessary, but we should have most of it. William Chocox -> Damn. Tandaris Admiran -> Now you might understand why I am not so enthusiastic about being "back." Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: I am going to head to the station and see what I can find out about what's going on -- you seem to have everything under control. Rhan K'hal -> Gunny, can you reorient to 312 mark 4, will present a better route to our shuttlebay. William Chocox -> Yeah...sorry... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nodded to Swain.:: Aye, Captain. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> We'll continue to prepare for possible rescue mission and will contact you if we hear anything else. Hunter Matheson -> Reorienting to three one two mark four, aye. Hunter Matheson -> ::tap..tap:: scoots over::: Hunter Matheson -> And... reorientation achieved. Holding position. Going to station keeping. Rhan K'hal -> Thanks, Gunny. Hunter Matheson -> Aye, sir. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods and heads for a lift:: Cptn Swain -> ...two minute warning... Cptn Swain -> ::Enters the lift, taps his commbadge, which anyone could hear just as the lift closes:: +Corizon+ Captain, meet me in transporter room 2. Rhan K'hal -> :: starts marking things off a checklist :: Rhan K'hal -> :: check, check, check, check :: Operations stands ready, Commander. Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has completed both of her missions, with Captain Swain finishing tentative negotiations that will bring an armistice between the Al-Ucard, Eratians and the Scorpiads, and the Vauban's team returning home. They are preparing to leave orbit as we pick up. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::just now realizing where he is, but still wondering what he should be doing besides getting his life back on track::: Cptn Swain -> ::In his ready room finishing a report on the negotiations.:: Jas -> ::shakes his head, seemingly having dozed off for a moment, and goes back to monitoring the secondary security station:: Rhan K'hal -> :: thanks to the contents of Maryse's magic box, is at least showing a millimeter or two of ultra-fine fur as he makes his way onto the bridge; though it's such a light blonde it's difficult to notice from a distance :: Cptn Corizon -> ::In his state room, looking out at the planet again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Rings the chimes on Swain's ready room.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Looks up:: Come. Maryse Dubois -> ::Relaxing comfortably in her office, catching up on a few things.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Enters with a data padd in hand.:: Captain. Just checking in to see how everything's going. Jas -> ::taps at screen - tap, tap, tap:: Cptn Swain -> ::Smiles:: I should be happier, I suppose. We managed to get them to agree to stop shooting at each other while talks continue. Cptn Swain -> But, it's not the lasting peace I'd hoped for, but it's a start. Tandaris Admiran -> ::in the observation lounge, having been cleared to leave sickbay provided he wear a cortical monitor and stay "relaxed," whatever that means:: Cptn Corizon -> ::He wondered how long before the Trill darkened his doorway, though his conversation with Victria continued to echo in his head.:: Jas -> ::gives a side glance to Klein and clears throat:: It seems so... quiet. After all that, I mean. Hunter Matheson -> ::staring at his orders to see the shrink at earliest convenience:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Working Tactical, he threw a grin at Jas.:: Yea, it does. Back to the daily grind, I suppose. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Taking a long, hot bath:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over the MSD in the aft section of the bridge, happy to see that they didn't break the ship while he was gone; assuming he doesn't sprint for the Alpha quadrant first chance he would like the chance to serve on the ship he was assigned to for a change :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::knitting and staring out the window:: Jas -> ::manages a grin back at Klein for a moment before it weakens to a frown:: It just feels so strange though... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> A start, at least. Glad things are getting back to normal. As normal as they could be, anyhow. The team seems... shaken. Tandaris Admiran -> ::mostly just avoiding everyone, hoping he can stave off the consequences of his ongoing failure for just a few more minutes, hours, days:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Doing her shift as officer of the day, she smiled as R'Han entered:: Good to have you back Mister K'Hal. Maryse Dubois -> ::Craving something sweet, she gets up and leaves the office for the storeroom. Once inside, she gets into Taryn's candy stash.:: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: I've been reading through their individual reports. ::He exhaled:: I'd like to believe that it was worth it. I mean, the data they collected is... well impressive. Cptn Corizon -> +Tandaris+ Corizon to Admiran. Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ ::click clack:: Yes? Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Thank you, ma'am. :: with no current mission underway, bypasses his usual spot on the wall and heads over to the one of the inner auxiliary consoles :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> It is, but the cost was almost too high. ::Mouth pursed in a thin line.:: Cptn Corizon -> +Tandaris+ If you're not busy, stop by my state room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He leaned back from his station, glancing over at Jas.:: Have you had a chance to handle tactical? Had all your training hours? Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> We can begin prepping to leave orbit. Captain Swain said it will only be a matter of time before we're cleared. Jas -> ::flicks his eyes from Klein to the terminal in front of him, brow furrowed:: Training hours, yes. Tactical... I'm not so sure, sir. Cptn Swain -> Yeah. I don't know how I feel about that either. Maryse Dubois -> ::Comes out with a sucker hanging from her mouth, and palming a few extra pieces of candy into her coat pocket.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::briefly considers a smart refusal, but sighs the sigh of the mature:: +Corizon+ I suppose I could do that. Tandaris Admiran -> ::slowly climbs to his feet, wincing slightly, still a little sore:: Rhan K'hal -> :: nods an acknowledgement to d'Aubigné, starts pecking his way through the operations checklist for leaving orbit, making the occasional query to the anonymous helmsman since Hunter is still recovering :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Well come on over here. I'll give you some real time experience. Don't expect we'll be using any of this, but it'll be good for you to get a feel. You'll be on the rotation soon. Tandaris Admiran -> ::nearby crewman:: You! ::hands off the knitting:: Take over for me here. Tandaris Admiran -> Crewman> ::bemused, but interprets this as an order and reluctantly takes up the knitting as Tandaris walks away:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She tilted her head, tucking an errant strand behind her ear.:: And our special guest? What are we doing with Corizon now that the negotiations are over? Jas -> ::pauses for a moment before nodding a few times and leaving his seat to stand and look over Klein's shoulder:: Certainly a bit more... complicated than the average security station. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Running a hand through her hair, she glanced to the view screen for a moment before picking up a PADD to work on a duty shift roster.:: And let the CAP know they can start to circle back in. I'd rather they already be in the nest when the Captain gives the go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> ::Tucking her tricorder in her pocket after finishing up with a patient, she headed back to her office and squinted at Maryse.:: Don't think I didn't see that. Cptn Swain -> Our orders are to return to Camelot, from there he's the Admirals problem -- not ours thankfully. To be honest, I feel a little sorry for him. Tandaris Admiran -> ::leaves the observation lounge:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Grins as she pulls out the red pop for a second to speak.:: I'll replenish it. You know I'm good for it. Rhan K'hal -> Will do. :: contacts them, tells them Mama Bird wants them close :: Hunter Matheson -> ::tossing the padd aside, he sighs and exits his quarters, hoping he remembers where the shrink's office is:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> You'd better be. ::Smirks.:: Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something. Got a minute? Maryse Dubois -> Sure. Your office or mine? Hunter Matheson -> ::stops to check with the computer:: Rhan K'hal -> Short of tucking in the birds for the night, we're prepared to leave orbit, Commander. Tandaris Admiran -> ::arrives outside Corizon's stateroom, mutters something about how they rearranged the corridors since he was last aboard:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Nods:: Good. How are you feeling? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> Oh, it isn't that formal. Just a few readings I wanted you to double check. I'm not privy to all the details of the mission and saw some strange stuff in Matheson's scans. This look right to you? Tandaris Admiran -> ::stands outside the doors for nearly a full minute before he remembers he has to, you know, chime:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> How so? ::Raising a brow to Swain.:: Cptn Corizon -> Come. ::Heads towards the dresser, and pours two glasses of honey-colored liquid:: Come. Hunter Matheson -> ::enters the lift, asking for the medical deck:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters the room:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks it over.:: Persistent... Rhan K'hal -> Fine. Well, my head's a bit cold but I didn't want to bother with getting formal medical clearance to shove a cap on. Cptn Swain -> Well -- I mean, everything considered, he gave a lot up for the fleet. Over his half life. And now he's just -- well they're still using him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yea, you could say that. Well, you know the basics from training. Here, show me where everything is. Weapons, shields, communications. The works. ::He moved out of the way so Jas could take over.:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::smirks:: Well your new fur looks rather nice. Cptn Corizon -> How long were you going to wait outside before you decided to come in? Cptn Corizon -> ::Coming into the sitting area with the two glasses:: Tandaris Admiran -> I'm still not entirely myself. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nodding:: Drink? Tandaris Admiran -> Or, actually, I am more myself than I have been in a long time, and that is taking some getting used to. Maryse Dubois -> We may have to up his antibiotic dosage, or find a new one. Tandaris Admiran -> ::doesn't say anything, just takes the drink and knocks it all back at once:: Jas -> ::hesitates a moment before sliding into the seat:: Well, you kept it warm anyways. Alright, so this is... weapons, there's shields. Communications is, uh.. ::squints:: Tandaris Admiran -> I mean, yes, please. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> That's what I thought. It seems to be dormant, but still... looks like an allergic reaction. Rhan K'hal -> It does, under a microscope. :: sigh :: Pity the stuff Kirk used got banned for safety reasons, I could have it back to normal length in half the time of the approved creams. Cptn Corizon -> ::Hands him the second one, and saunters back to get himself another:: Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> Slow and steady. Would hate to see your hair turn green or something from some black market stuff. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I know. ::She sighed.:: I don't know if I could stomach it if Starfleet did the same to me. I'd probably tell them where to go and how to get there. ::She smirked.:: Anyway, I wanted to ask you about Admiran. What are our plans for him? It was my understanding that he was only back on a temporary basis. Rhan K'hal -> My sister went with green spikes once, I definitely don't want to go there. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I think he's scheduled to see the counselor soon. After that, we should get him back in here for a follow-up. Hunter Matheson -> ::enters sick bay (or wherever the shrink is):: Maryse Dubois -> ((Seperate office down the hall.)) Hunter Matheson -> ::pointed to a separate office down the hall:: Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes -- though Captain Corizon has... suggested to me that we see what we can do to keep him on more... long term. ::He paused considering his words.:: Not that I have a problem with the job you've done as Chief Engineer, mind. But I think... well I think it would be good for him to have a purpose again of some sort. Cptn Corizon -> ::Returns, drink in hand:: Well, it will take some getting used to, I suppose. Hunter Matheson -> ::sighs, exits, and wanders in that direction, checking each door he passes:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes? ::He gestured to give him a hint.:: Internal / external. Hunter Matheson -> ::stops, checks it out, then *chime*::: Maryse Dubois -> Dr. Quinzel> ::Looks up from a PADD.:: Enter. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> Alright, I'll send him a message. Thanks, Chief. That's about it. I'm going to be working on the follow-ups if you need me. Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath, enters:: Maryse Dubois -> Thanks. ::Heads back to her office.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::then just stands there:: Cptn Corizon -> So what is next for you? Jas -> ::blinks a couple times and shakes his head:: Oh, right there.. should've remember that ::brings up communications:: What next? Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> ::Gives a big smile as she watches Hunter enter.:: Oh, you must be Hunter. Rhan K'hal -> :: with d'Aubigné in the big chair, walks over to the starboard wall and swaps the currently unused EngOps station over to the Air Group view and checks on the chicks :: Hunter Matheson -> ::comes out of it:: Gunnery Sergeant Hunter Matheson, ma'am. S.W.C.C., reporting. Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, I don't know. I doubt Starfleet is much interested in keeping me around now that my specialized knowledge is gone. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur receives notification that the Eratian and Scorpiad delegations have left orbit, only the Excalibur and Al-Ucard vessels remain in orbit.:: Tandaris Admiran -> I considered talking Victria into going off on some grand adventure, maybe getting you to join in on the fun. Tandaris Admiran -> But I’ve had about enough of this quadrant. Cptn Corizon -> Haven't we all? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Sensors - internal, external, long range, short range. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets beeped from the planetary traffic control system :: Just us and the Al-Ucard left in orbit, Commander. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> Let the Captain know. Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Come in, come in. Please, have a seat. ::Gestures to a couch.:: Jas -> ::switches between each of the sensors, relaxing and getting more comfortable with each one:: Okay, okay, I think I'm getting the hang of it now. Hunter Matheson -> ::looks around, finding the couch, he sits uneasily, hands clasped in front of him:: Rhan K'hal -> +Swain+ Bridge to Swain. The Eratian and Scorpiad have left, sir. Just us and the Al-Ucard remainin in orbit. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Frankly, sir, I'd enjoy having an Engineering Chief around full time, so he's welcome to the position if he wants to stay. But that's the big question. He's been as jerked around by Starfleet as Corizon. Hunter Matheson -> ::left leg bounces as he stares at the floor:: Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Please relax. You'll find things very informal here. Would you like something? Maybe some puddin'? I keep a few cups chilled. Hunter Matheson -> Uh.. no thanks, ma'am. Rhan K'hal -> :: pokes at a PADD as he goes from one station to another, having learned early that managing operations efficiently on this ship is a mobile enterprise outside of alert statuses :: Hunter Matheson -> ::leg continues to bounce as he avoids eye contact:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes, so that incoming message goes to Ops. ::Gestures to K'hal.:: But we also get copies of all communications here to work as a backup in case. If it comes in and is marked for someone specific, it gets routed to the appropriate person. Cptn Swain -> +Rhan+ Under stood. Jas -> ::look over shoulder at Klein:: So even if it's just to an individual, we get a copy? Cptn Swain -> ::Nods to Miranda:: Yeah, I am going to give him some time to get things sorted out before I talk to him about it. Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> ::Frowns:: Very well, but if you change your mind, just ask. So... ::Leans forward on her desk, pushing aside a small toy mallet so she could look at Hunter better.:: What would you like to talk about first? Hunter Matheson -> I... thought you wanted to talk to me. Cptn Corizon -> I feel .. responsible ... for you being in this position in the first place Tandaris. If there's anything I can do for you, you know... ::he took a drink:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Very well. ::She nodded.:: Well, if there's nothing else, I'm going to go out and check on the troops. Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Good. I think it's about time we get underway ourselves. Tandaris Admiran -> I did blame you, for a time. But that passed. It's not your fault. It's not even Starfleet's fault, or the Symbiosis Commission's fault, really. Tandaris Admiran -> It just … didn’t turn out well. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes, all incoming and outgoing get stored in the security databanks unless it's marked for the Captain or Commander's eyes only. Those get routed directly to them so they can run their own decryption. Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> ::Smiles:: I suppose I did. Well...I understand you just returned from a mission. Omitting details for security reasons, how did it go? Hunter Matheson -> It was okay. Rhan K'hal -> (( :: lights Hunter's pants on fire :: )) Hunter Matheson -> (:;snort::) Maryse Dubois -> ((hehe)) Cptn Corizon -> ::Takes another drink:: It usually doesn't work out the way we plan it. Hunter Matheson -> It was... fine. ::shrug:: Different, but fine. Jas -> ::nods and looks back to the screen:: Got it, sir. Okay, so that's all the sensors. I think that's everything. Weapons, shields, communications, and sensors. Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Hmm. That's a start. Was it a success? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda nodded again and turned toward the door, heading out onto the bridge.:: Everyone ready to depart? I need status reports from all departments. ::Throws a glance to those on duty.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::shrug:: you'd have to ask the skipper, ma'am. Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Do you feel it was a success? Rhan K'hal -> :: beeps Engineering and Medical and Science for status reports :: Hunter Matheson -> We're here. ::shrug:: We're alive. I figure that's good enough. Rhan K'hal -> Operations and Flight Control nominal, Commander. Cptn Swain -> d'Aubigné> ::Glances over to Miranda:: Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Alright, I guess I'll set that to the side for the moment. I was told you were injured. Hunter Matheson -> I was? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Glances to Jas.:: The Commander wants a status report from security. Hunter Matheson -> Don't recall being injured. Got covered in... ::stops:: Hunter Matheson -> Sorry, ma'am. Due respect, that might be above your pay grade. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glances up at Rhan's status and gives him a long look.:: Maryse Dubois -> Quinzel> Yes, it is part of the reason why you are here. Something about an infection. It affected you adversely. Hunter Matheson -> ::smirk:: Yeah, infections do affect most humans adversely. Hunter Matheson -> Figure you know that, being a doctor and all. Rhan K'hal -> And apparently I'm going to have to find out everyone else's the hard way. You'd think they'd be used to getting texted by now. Jas -> Ah... ::pauses a moment:: ...security systems operational, shields and weapons at full power. Sensors show nothing out of the ordinary... ::trails off and throws Klein a questioning look:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0913.2015 Excalibur has completed both of her missions, with Captain Swain finishing tentative negotiations that will bring an armistice between the Al-Ucard, Eratians and the Scorpiads, and the Vauban's team returning home. They are preparing to leave orbit as we pick up.

MISSION BRIEF: The Vauban crew has finally returned to the Excalibur, where they have been dropped off by their rescuers, Captain Corizon and former Excalibur crew member Victria. The team has been ordered to keep a low profile or remain in sickbay if they require medical attention until talks between the Scorpiads, Al-Ucard and Eratian have concluded on the surface of an icy planet below. Then they will be debriefed and allowed to return to active duty. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois -> ::Is very happy to be in a fully stocked sickbay once again.:: Cptn Corizon -> # ::In his guest room, looking towards the icy planet, drinking tea:: Hunter Matheson -> ::sitting on a biobed, legs dangling over the edge, waiting for the docs to decide what to do with him:: Cptn Swain -> @::Still on the surface deep in negotiations with the bloodsuckers, the life suckers, and the clickies -- though he had been informed that the crew had returned safely:: Rhan K'hal -> :: not exactly high on the priority list, but hanging around sickbay until someone can get to his lack-of-fur problem... not to mention the Doc keeps it warmer in sickbay than the rest of the ship :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Rummaging through the store room, looking for something in particular.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::In sickbay, arms crossed, she glanced about at the pitiful looking away team.:: Well... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but just how did you manage... ::She looked at Ithene in Will's body.:: ...that? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Having came down to get some scans of "her" body for baseline comparison:: Well... it's a long story. Hunter Matheson -> ::immune to the smell by this time, he wonders why most are avoiding him:: Maryse Dubois -> Doc Holiday> ::Checking on Hunter with a tricorder.:: Hmm William Chocox -> That is really boring. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> You know how I am always saying I'd like a man? Hunter Matheson -> ::sigh:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Well Will always needed a woman. So we thought, you know, what the hell. Hunter Matheson -> It's.. goo from an egg, Doc. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Bats her eyes at Miranda:: Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up, hopeful:: Works really well. Better than superglue. Rhan K'hal -> :: snorts out a laugh from his position in a waiting chair at Ithene's banter :: Hunter Matheson -> ::shrug:: You could make a fortune. William Chocox -> You could say that. Maryse Dubois -> Aha! Found it. ::Comes out of the store room, and moves to Rhan. She doesn't appear to have much of a limp.:: Here. This is for you. ::Holds out a container.:: William Chocox -> It's certainly better than my story. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She cleared her throat and glanced at Will in Ithene's body.:: That is very unsettling. Was it just a body swap? What about personality, memories, skills? Rhan K'hal -> Ah, excellent, thank you Doctor. :: takes the container :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Runs her tongue across the top of her teeth:: Maryse Dubois -> Doc> I see. Well whatever toxins were infecting you seem to be dissipating. ::Gives him a hypo.:: For any discomfort. William Chocox -> Um...skills transferred for a little bit, but faded...and sometimes...memories come through.. Maryse Dubois -> ::Snickers as she then moves over to Will.:: How's the burn? Cptn Corizon -> # ::Corizon took another drink of tea and glanced around the room for a minute, before fixing his eyes back on the window. His brief return to Starfleet was coming to an end and soon he would be a civilian again, working at his friends shipping company as chief of security.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks at the hypo, hand to his neck, then nods:: Thanks. Can I shower now? Maryse Dubois -> Doc> ::Nods.:: There is a small shower in the back. One of the nurses can provide you with a new set of clothes. Victria -> # That's it, then? ::Standing in the doorway of Corizon's quarters.:: They call you out to do their dirty work and then put you back in the box where you belong? Hunter Matheson -> Thanks. ::hops down, looking around for the nurse:: Cptn Corizon -> # ::He turned:: I knew that when I agreed to come on this mission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Her face colored.:: Ah, that is... not good. At all. We need you two swapped back very quickly. Doctor Dubois? Are these two cleared? ::Motioning between Ithene and Will.:: William Chocox -> Oh trust me, I want this more than you do Commander, I promise you that. Rhan K'hal -> :: almost hates to leave the fun but is eager to use the follicle stimulation kit; slips out :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Snorted:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Pokes gently at "Will's" chest to check for soreness. Thene looks over at Hawthorne.:: Hmm? Medically, yes. But it was my understanding we were to wait here? Victria -> # Of course you did, but I doubt you enjoy it. They basically forced your retirement to begin with. ::She strolled in, as comfortable as she'd ever been invading his space. Some things didn't change.:: Maryse Dubois -> *then Cptn Corizon -> # ::He looked back to the window.:: I can't say that I don't miss this... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Though I tend to agree, the longer we're in these bodies, the better the chance that switching us back won't allow us access to our old memories. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Orders were to lie low. ::To Maryse.:: Remain in sickbay or confined to quarters. We can't have the team wandering about talking about the current mission in front of people that shouldn't be hearing it. But I can take charge of these two. I need to get them to a transporter. Maryse Dubois -> ::A nurse supplies Hunter with a set of clothes and a towel.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he wanders into the shower with the jumpsuit the nurse handed to him, along with a fresh towel and soap:: Maryse Dubois -> Well if you plan to attempt this now, I feel I should be there. Rhan K'hal -> :: makes his way into his quarters, thankfully most crew that saw him were too surprised to ask anything as he briskly made his way there :: Cptn Corizon -> # I dedicated the better part of my life to Starfleet. I knew when I decided to take the Excalibur into Romulan space what the possible fall out could be. ::He paused:: I've had a lot of time to think about all of that. Rhan K'hal -> :: strips to his... skin, and boy does he hope this is the last time he ever has to say that, and after a quick check of the instructions on the kit begins making use of it :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She had been thinking about the possible issues that the body swap could cause, but in the interest of keeping Will from a full on freak out, had decided not to disclose them.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> If you insist. Are you finished treating the other crew members? Is Admiran stable? William Chocox -> Wait...I might not be able to access long term memory? But those are my favorite ones. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Yes he is resting, and the Admiran symbiote is stable as well. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Will:: It's a small possibility, but we haven't been out of our bodies that long. William Chocox -> Ok. Victria -> # And? Would you have done anything differently? ::She moved to the window to stare down at the planet and snorted before turning away. Obviously, she thought the "negotiations" were pointless.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he stands there a while, allowing the fresh, hot water to cascade over his head, run down his back:: Cptn Corizon -> # ::Victria:: I have spent my life not trying to think about the what ifs, you know? Rhan K'hal -> :: concentrates first on areas that would be visible most of the time, and 'other areas' where fur stubble would be most uncomfortable, especially rubbing up against various garments :: Hunter Matheson -> ::one hand against the shower wall, he takes time to think; bad move::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Very good. ::She gestured for them to follow her.:: Let's get to one of the transporter rooms. Cptn Corizon -> # In my line of work, I never thought you could afford to second guess decisions you made, it only made you less likely to go with your instinct when it mattered. But, like I've said, I've had lots of time to think. I would still go after the smugglers. They were going to cause a war or worse, and Starfleet either wouldn't or couldn't do it. But... ::he paused:: I wouldn't have made the crew go with me. I would gone on my own. Maryse Dubois -> ::Grabs a med tricorder and follows everyone out.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::his head slowly sinks against the wall next to his hand, and he breaks down, sobbing quietly for a few minutes:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::nods, pushing off the biobed:: William Chocox -> ::gets up and follows her:: Thank you. Victria -> # You would have tried, but the outcome would have been the same. The crew was too loyal to let you go alone. Even if you'd tried, you would have ended up with at least a small group of them. Hunter Matheson -> ::then he grabs the soap, lathering up slowly, half wishing he had a scrub brush, or maybe a brillo pad:: Cptn Corizon -> # ::He nodded:: I know. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Leading her little ducklings out into the hallway, she made for the nearest turbolift.:: Cptn Corizon -> # It's why I retired. Had I fought it, they could have lost everything. I wasn't willing to let anyone else take the blame for my mistakes. William Chocox -> So...you know how to fix us right? Victria -> # Some of us still lost everything despite your sacrifice. ::She snorted at the irony of being back on a Starfleet vessel after what they'd done to her.:: But the others... I suppose they were able to continue on with their lives. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She glanced back at Will as they entered the lift.:: In theory... yes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> It is really a matter of comparing your last transport pattern to your current one and adjusting for the differences. Rhan K'hal -> :: can see why the legendary Picard never used one of these, having to do it regularly would be time consuming and boring... though from the Cait's point of view even if Picard had a full head of hair he'd still be mostly bald :: Hunter Matheson -> ::toweling off::grabs the jumpsuit - blue, emblazoned with USS Excalibur shield on the pocket:::perfect fit:: William Chocox -> Why do I feel a but there? Cptn Corizon -> # I know. I'd apologize, but I doubt either of us would feel any better about it:: Hunter Matheson -> :::zzziiiippppppp::: Hunter Matheson -> ::vigorously rubbing his hair dry, he looks in the mirror, then wishes he didn't:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> But... things are always more complicated in real life. William Chocox -> Damnit. Hunter Matheson -> ::slippers, tosses the towel in the recycler, then wanders back into sick bay:: Rhan K'hal -> :: with a well placed mirror and Cait flexibility, gets to working on those hard to reach areas :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Turns to Will:: It will be fine. I trust Miranda with my life. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> ::Catches Hunter fresh out of the shower.:: Feel better? William Chocox -> (m)I'm much acquainted with your relationship with the commander. Hunter Matheson -> ::looks around for a friendly face:: Yeah. Thanks, Doc. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Well maybe you'll know about the one with the other Commander. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::gives him a sheepish grin:: Hunter Matheson -> Guess I'm more beat up than I thought I was. ::touches his face:: Been worse, though. Hunter Matheson -> 'Least the smell is gone. I hope. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She held up a finger at William.:: That... is something you won't ever talk about. Ever. Unless you want to be transferred to some backwater planet where all you'll ever do clean swamp goop out of power converters. Understood? William Chocox -> ::puts his face in his hands:: I'm trying to forget it. Honest Commander. Rhan K'hal -> :: hears the door open, un-pretzels himself to see his roommate standing there, his face a study in horror : Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Giggles"" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> It is. Don't worry, you aren't any less handsome than you were when you started. Maybe a little banged up, but that's normal for you types, isn't it? ::Looks him over.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I am hurt Miranda. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You, hush. ::Giving Ithene a glare. She led the way to the transporter room after the lift halted.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Snickers and gives the "I know nothing look.":: Rhan K'hal -> Hello Castiel. #1, Don't Ask. #2, would you let the door close, I've already flashed my sensitive bits around enough lately. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Comes with the territory. Cptn Corizon -> # ::He put the cup down.:: So, what's next for you? Rhan K'hal -> Castiel> :: backs through the open door, his mouth flopping open and closed in a very good impression of a goldfish :: Hunter Matheson -> Just ::deep breath:: Just didn't realize how bad it was until I saw it in the mirror. ::half-smirk:: William Chocox -> ::follows the Commander shaking from the heebie geebies:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Trying to keep from laughing:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Doc:: How's the rest of the crew? Rhan K'hal -> :: sighs :: I have a feeling the quartermaster is going to have a request for a room transfer soon. :: re-pretzels himself and gets back to work now that the doors are closed again :: Victria -> # I'm waiting to see how these negotiations go, but don't expect anything to come of them. The Scorpiad cannot be trusted. Ever. And then... ::She shrugged.:: Back to the struggle, I suppose. ::She gestured to space.:: Out there. Cptn Corizon -> # Captain Swain thinks they're nearing a break through. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> Not as banged up as you, except that one... ::gestures to where Tandaris was resting.:: ...but I think the lot of you probably need to visit the counselor before returning to duty. I understand it was a difficult mission. ::Sympathetic expression on her face.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::In the transporter room, she moved to the controls and began pulling up the last patterns of the two officers.:: Doctor, can you please scan both of them and upload into the system? Hunter Matheson -> ::long look at Tandaris, then back to the doc, and he shrugs:: Been worse. At least we didn't lose anyone this time. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Of course. ::Begins scans.:: Hunter Matheson -> So, where do I go from here? Stay a while? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Steps onto the transporter padd:: William Chocox -> ::steps up beside her:: Hunter Matheson -> ::hands thrust into his pockets to study the floor a minute:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Begins upload.:: Done. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> Unless you'd like to return to your quarters to be alone. Sleep would probably be good for you. But if you'd rather stay, maybe a drink? ::She gestured to her office.:: I'm due for a break. Hunter Matheson -> ::then looks up:: Sure, Doc. ::minimal smile:: I'd like that. Cptn Corizon -> # In some ways, I relate to them... the Scorpiads. I know that sounds strange to you, but I see so much of my own people in them. Hunter Matheson -> ::following along, asks hesitantly:: There a gym on the ship? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She took a breath and began to compare the two scans, letting the computer pick out the differences, then programmed the terminal to pattern swap when they were beamed back.:: Alright... let's give this a shot. Ready? Hunter Matheson -> ::looking around, checking his bearings for exits::: William Chocox -> As I'll ever be. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I'd kiss you for luck Will... but... let's wait till the works, okay? Hunter Matheson -> ::eyes sweep the ceiling, the floors, the doors, the windows, the emergency hatch and exits:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> ::She smiled and gestured for him to join her.:: Of course. Were you just assigned to Excalibur when you were sent off on the mission? No time to explore the ship? Rhan K'hal -> :: finishes up :: Finally. This time tomorrow I'll at least be a bit fuzzy. Going to take weeks to get it back to its old glory. :: sighs, flops down on his bed and pulls out the novel he had started before the mission from hell began :: Hunter Matheson -> No, ma'am. William Chocox -> Yeah, let's make sure it worked. Hunter Matheson -> She's quite a ship. I'd like to see her if possible. Sometime. Victria -> # Like the subjugation of other species? ::Turning to face him, sardonic smile pulling at her lips.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::one hand slips out of a pocket, his arm sweeps the general vicinity:: You know, get my bearings, run the decks. Cptn Corizon -> # ::He nodded:: We controlled a vast empire once. Not as large as theirs, mind you. But yes. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::tales a deep breath:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> I can give you a tour, if you like... after you're released, of course. ::She moved to the replicator.:: What would you like to drink? Hunter Matheson -> Coffee, black, please ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> Bold roast if you have it. Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands by Miranda at the console.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Alright... here we go. ::Praying that her calculations were correct and knowing that they were, but still worried, she engaged the transporters. Shimmer shimmer, Ithene and Will were caught in the beam and transported to nowhere.:: Cptn Corizon -> # And then... we lost it all. We were feared once. We controlled the stars. Now... what is my species now? A tourist attraction known for its vistas and museums. See the Great Dameon Empire, open 9-5 Earth time. Rhan K'hal -> :: within moments the PADD with the novel is lying askew beside him as he was asleep :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> ::She nodded and ordered one for him and a mild tea for herself along with a plate of pastries. She placed the tray on the table in front of the couch and took a seat.:: You should eat something. ::Pushing the plate of pastries toward him after taking a berry Danish.:: Cptn Corizon -> # Accepting that... reality took my people a long time. We still haven't completely come to terms with it. It will take them time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Swain -- shouldn't we make Will roll for success? :D )) Cptn Swain -> (( lmfao sure)) Cptn Swain -> (( will give me a number 1-100 )) Maryse Dubois -> ((lol)) Hunter Matheson -> ::he takes the coffee with a nod of thanks, then just stares at the pastries:: William Chocox -> ((16)) Cptn Swain -> (( ... )) William Chocox -> ((I regret the life decisions that have brought me to this moment.)) Rhan K'hal -> (( I'm just glad I'm not the one operating the transporter this time )) Hunter Matheson -> ::cradles his coffee in both hands:: Coffee's fine, thanks. William Chocox -> ((::goes to figure out a new name for a character: :)) Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Shimmy Shimmy Shake Shake Hunter Matheson -> ::sinking into the chair, relaxing::: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The transporter matter stream comes in and out a few times as Miranda tries to adjust the confinement beam. After a few tense moments, Will and Ithene materialize in their correct bodies. Though their longer-term memories seem a bit hazy. It might take a while before they can sort out what memory belongs to the other person. Victria -> # I suppose I would have hated your people as much as I hate the Scorpiad had I been one of the many victims in your empire. I revel in their downfall and wish their species into oblivion. ::Angrily, glancing to the window again.:: They deserve extinction. Maryse Dubois -> ::Goes up and begins scanning them both.:: Maryse Dubois -> How do you both feel? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Tensely waiting on the results.:: William Chocox -> I...I think it's fine? ::starts thinking:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Looking at Will as he spoke.:: William? William Chocox -> Who else would I be? Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: William Chocox -> Some of my memories are a bit fuzzy... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I still think I need to give you some pointers on hair care and hygiene. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> ::She took her tea and sipped.:: I'm Taryn, by the way. Or Dr. Castell, if you're hurt. ::Slight smile.:: Cptn Corizon -> # Maybe they do. Maybe my species does as well. William Chocox -> I tried my best with your hair. Hunter Matheson -> ::returns the smile, a little more casual now:: Gunnery Sergeant Hunter Matheson, ma'm. Special Warfare Craft Crewman attached the 1st Marine Division. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I meant for you. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Split ends... and have to get you some new cologne. William Chocox -> What's wrong with how I smell? Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to Miranda.:: I would say it was a success, Commander. Hunter Matheson -> But most folks call me Kal. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::curls her nose:: You smell like boy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She breathed a slight sigh of relief.:: Well... that's comforting. ::Able to actually look at Ithene normally again.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Dr. Taryn Castell> Well, that's a mouthful. But why Kal? ::Slight furrow of her brow.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek:: William Chocox -> This may come as a surprise to you, but shouldn't because you were in my body, but I am a boy. Cptn Swain -> ...and... Rhan K'hal -> :: softly snores, oblivious to the happy switchback :: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0906.2015 The Vauban crew has finally returned to the Excalibur, where they have been dropped off by their rescuers, Captain Corizon and former Excalibur crew member Victria. The team has been ordered to keep a low profile or remain in sickbay if they require medical attention until talks between the Scorpiads, Al-Ucard and Eratian have concluded on the surface of an icy planet below. Then they will be debriefed and allowed to return to active duty.

MISSION BRIEF: The Vauban's crew seem to have caught a break as the Al-Ucard ship they were being held on is under attack and has been boarded by an old friend of the Excalibur. When we left off, they were headed towards the shuttle bay. cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM William Chocox -> So...this way? William Chocox -> ::points:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Following behind the Al-Ucard female who she was exceptionally happy to see:: William Chocox -> My apologies, but who are you? Rhan K'hal -> :: toward the rear, his furless, nearly see-thru ears on a swivel :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::just managing to keep up, mostly because he doesn't want Victria to carry him:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Keeping up with the others, one of the modified weapons in hand.:: Victria -> ::After a quick lift ride, they were in the corridor heading toward the shuttle bay. There were bodies littered in this part of the ship as well, proof that the guard she'd brought with her were ranging ahead. She glanced to William as she stepped over another charred Al-Ucardian corpse.:: I am Victria of House Mordan. I served for a time upon your ship as an ambassador to my people. cptn corizon -> (( That's one way of putting it )) cptn swain -> Ithene> Well, Victria of the House Mordan, we owe you our thanks... and our lives. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Had started to say "a drink" but thought better of it:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> As the team reaches the shuttle bay, a skirmish was already in progress. Most of the Al-Ucardian forces preferred hand-to-hand, but a few had taken position at the doorway to hold it for the Excalibur team, fending off attacks with modified weaponry. Victria's forces were small, but their firepower was superior. William Chocox -> Pleasure to meet you. I'm Willliam Chocox, or...it's complicated at the moment. Much gratitude. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: We're all going to need radiation treatments at this rate; I forgot my sunscreen. Victria -> Yes, you do, but I have not come alone. Your current Captain sent your former Captain to rescue after receiving your message. He commands the ship that is keeping this one busy. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: We all need a little more than that. Tandaris Admiran -> So he _did_ get my message. Maryse Dubois -> Corizon is here? William Chocox -> Who? cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Will:: The former Captain of the Excalibur. Maryse Dubois -> Starting to feel like old times. Rhan K'hal -> :: ears flattening as the high-pitched sound of the weapon fire gets louder as they approach :: Can we debrief and have the mingling party later? I'd like to get on with the getting out of here. Tandaris Admiran -> Our odds of survival do seem to have increased rather dramatically. Victria -> ::She ducked her head around the doorway briefly to get a quick view of the scene and then turned back to the crew.:: There is a small force between us and our ships, but plenty of cover behind crates and equipment. My guard will keep them busy, but fire at will. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks at the hairless cat:: Shuttle is up ahead. Think you can fly it? Hunter's still in no condition. Rhan K'hal -> I'm not a bird that lost its feathers for heaven's sake, of course I can fly it. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Takes a shot at one of the non-arm-banded Al-Ucard:: Victria -> ::She put away her phaser and drew the curved sword from its sheath upon her back. The shuttle bay was more open and her hand-to-hand would be more effective there.:: Everyone ready? William Chocox -> ((::gently places the cardboard cutout behind the door jamb: :)) William Chocox -> Ready as I'll ever be. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Rhan K'hal -> :: bares teeth in response :: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Glances to Tandaris:: Keep low and stay behind me. Maryse Dubois -> Let's get this over with. :;Readies weapon.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::He'd come to his senses sometime during the escape from the cells, though was still a bit woozy. Regardless, he probably shot better impaired than most shot normally.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::It occurred to her that she was going to use Will's body to protect Tandaris, but you know, this wasn't the time to discuss that.:: Victria -> I will meet you on your ship. Go! ::Victria did not hesitate. She rushed through the doors and into the fray, ducking and darting as she was fired upon.:: cptn corizon -> ACTION> The ship shuddered as a torpedo compromised the forward hull, the lights in the shuttle bay began flickering. William Chocox -> ::darts out as best he can, firing when he thinks he has a shot:: cptn corizon -> Ithene> Go! ::Follows, making sure she was between Tandaris and any fire, she fired off a few rounds:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Stays close behind Tandy as they made their move.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: dignity chucked by the wayside, pounces into the room on all fours; thankfully his pawpads weren't affected by the denuding; agily:: cptn swain -> (( Everyone give me a number 1-20 ) Rhan K'hal -> ::... dodges fire, ducking under blades and doing something the Al-Ucard could appreciate and going for the throat... if they weren't being killed by it that is:: Rhan K'hal -> (( 17 )) Maryse Dubois -> ((7)) William Chocox -> ((8)) Victria -> ( 10 ) cptn swain -> (( Rhan give me a number 1-10 )) Tandaris Admiran -> ((16)) Rhan K'hal -> (( 5 )) cptn swain -> ACTION> As the team makes their way to the shuttle a shot catches Maryse in the leg, but just barely. Another smacks Will in the chest. That might burn a little. Victria also takes a shot, but her protective gear absorbs most of the blast. Maryse Dubois -> ::Winces as she drops momentarily from the shot.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( Poor Ithene's body ) Tandaris Admiran -> Maryse! ::moves to catch her:: William Chocox -> Oof! ::stumbles a bit as he tries to not fall:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Has a moment of horror seeing her own body take a shot directly to the chest, but shakes it off quickly as she ducks to narrowly miss a shot aimed at her.:: Come on Will. Maryse Dubois -> ::Steadies herself with Tandy.:: I'm alright. It's not that bad. Just a graze mostly. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Fires off several shots before putting her around him:: Tandaris Admiran -> We're almost there! Tandaris Admiran -> ::fires off a few shots of his own as they approach the shuttle hatch:: Victria -> ::Victria was hit in the side and stumbled, but righted herself quickly and continued the attack. She was clearing a path for the away team, sword flashing and leaving a trail of bodies in her wake.:: William Chocox -> ::gets back to his feet and follows the rest of the team:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Keeps moving, but is definitely slowed down now.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: not bothering to look back at the others as he continues to try to clear out whatever might try to get behind Victria, is looking rather frightening with Al-Ucard fleshy bits trailing from his mouth :: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Helping Will along, she kept firing as they approached the hatch:: Victria -> ::She flashed a look back at Rhan and grinned despite being in the heat of battle. At the hatch, she held off several attacks while the others rushed aboard.:: William Chocox -> ::keeps firing as well:: Sorry. cptn swain -> Ithene> If that leaves a scar, I might not forgive you. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::She winked and shoved him in the hatch.:: cptn corizon -> ACTION> Another shattering torpedo blow rocks the ship and the lights die out, just as the team reaches the safety of the shuttle. William Chocox -> ::is shoved:: William Chocox -> Um...I don't know about our benefactors, but I can't see in the dark that well. Rhan K'hal -> :: pounces into the Vauban, spits out a good hunk of muscle and blood :: Ptooie. No offense Victria, but your people taste awful. Tandaris Admiran -> Let's get this shuttle out of here then. Victria -> We see better in the dark. Quickly, get aboard. ::She waited until they were all through before following.:: Tandaris Admiran -> K'hal, on helm. Victria, weapons station if you please. William Chocox -> ::finds a seat:: Rhan K'hal -> :: makes his way to the pilot's seat :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Limps into the shuttle.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Does a double take at Rhan but said nothing and fired off towards someone as she got in the shuttle, taking the operations seat:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The Al-Ucardian forces had reached their own shuttle as well and prepared for launch. Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins flipping the metaphorical switches to get everything online and skip the pre-flight:: William Chocox -> ::curses loudly as the pain of the shot hits his brain:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Hands flying over the console:: Bringing main core on line. Let's hope all the bypasses don't break anything. Rhan K'hal -> :: Tandy :: Unless they were kind enough to fix a bit more of the ship while we were here, try to remember we're not exactly the Defiant in the best of circumstances. Rhan K'hal -> And these are NOT the best of circumstances Tandaris Admiran -> We just have to get to the other ship. Maryse Dubois -> ::Checks on her wound, spraying a little something from her mostly barren kit on it.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> We don't have time for proper pre-flight. Engines coming online whenever you're ready Tandaris. William Chocox -> This may smart for a bit Ithene. Victria -> Likely the main reason we do not feed off our own kind. ::To Rhan in passing as she slid into the tactical station. She might have been away from Starfleet for a while, but she still remembered the controls.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Winces as it stings real bad.:: Tandaris Admiran -> And we have _her_ on weapons. ::thumbs to Victria:: I think we'll live. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: Get us hot. cptn swain -> CardBoard Hunter> ::Has also limped aboard and is back with the wounded crew:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Flips the switch:: Victria -> Our scout ship will be running interference for you and attempt to draw off any fire. Make a direct line for our ship. ::She called up to helm.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> We're green for takeoff. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::She pointedly ignored the three warnings about cold take offs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Was singed in several places, but intact. He'd collapsed in a corner somewhere.:: Rhan K'hal -> Understood. Hold on tight. :: takes off without further ado and heads for Victria's ship :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Victria:: How did you get back with your people anyway. Last I heard Starfleet had buried you in an even deeper hole than they stuck me. William Chocox -> Hey Doc, got anything for me? cptn corizon -> ACTION> As the Vauban streaked out of the shuttle bay, a nimbler Al-Ucard attack ship broke off an attack run and came about, lining itself up for the Vauban and the Al-Ucard scout to land. Maryse Dubois -> ::Finishes with herself, and goes over to check on Will. Hands him/her the spray she had used.:: Use this on it, you'll be fine. But this will sting...A LOT. William Chocox -> Thank you. ::sprays himself, wincing as it stings:: Rhan K'hal -> This is trouble. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gets into a seat when done.:: cptn corizon -> ACTION> The ship the crew had mounted their escape from was badly damaged, with two very noticeable hull breaches, but they fired off a few shots generally at the Vauban, the Scout, and the third ship. Victria -> ::She flashed a grin at Tandaris.:: Oh, they did, but I broke free... with a bit of help from Mark Garrison. cptn swain -> (( Tandaris give me a number 1-100 ) Rhan K'hal -> This is more trouble. Tandaris Admiran -> ((62)) Rhan K'hal -> :: doing what he can with an injured ship with cold-started power and engines, which is to say very little at all but trying to slew the ship into a more favorable angle and praying :: Tandaris Admiran -> Mark? How's he doing? cptn corizon -> @+Vauban+ This is Captain Corizon of the Gleaming Talon ready for you to land at your leisure. I do hope Tandaris is still alive. Victria -> ::Eyes on the weapon's sensors, she refrained from firing, saving the shuttle's power for flight. Anything that fired on them received a short burst.:: Disenchanted with Starfleet, but otherwise well. cptn corizon -> ACTION> The Gleaming Talon laid down cover fire from their aft weapons batteries and the Scout was doing a good job of covering for the Vauban. Tandaris Admiran -> ::snorts:: He's not the only one. Rhan K'hal -> :: makes a turn for the GT's bay :: cptn corizon -> ACTION> An astute eye might notice that the GT's weapons looked more similar to those of a Scorpiad ship than those of the other Al-Ucard vessel. Tandaris Admiran -> +Talon+ Gleaming Talon, this is Tandaris. Alive—just barely. And I'm not the only one. It's very good to hear your voice, you mad dog. cptn corizon -> @+Vauban+ Oh good. I would have been disappointed if you kicked the bucket. The symbiosis comission is already annoyed at me, let alone if they lost one of you worms. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Victria:: I'm not a ship anymore, by the way. The Scorpiad prisoner we had betrayed me before I could betray him and stole my memories in the process. Rhan K'hal -> On approach, they'd better stay still, the thrusters are so sticky on this bastard that I can't do last-minute maneuvers. Tandaris Admiran -> +Talon+ I told you taking Dr. Korin out on a date was a bad idea, but you were soooooo sure. cptn corizon -> @+Vauban+ Oh so this is all my fault now. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::shakes her head, wondering just how hellacious it was working with Corizon:: Clear for landing R'Han. I'll kill power as soon as we're down. William Chocox -> ::watches:: Victria -> ::She flicked a quick glance at Tandaris.:: I am sure that bodes well for your future. Having a Scorpiad ship in your brain was never a good thing. Tandaris Admiran -> +Talon+ No. No, just most of it. But I'm very grateful for the rescue. Rhan K'hal -> :: slips into the Gleaming Talon's landing bay, and the Vauban drunkenly settles down, it's RCS units giving off one last mad puff :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Victria:: What are your plans after this? cptn corizon -> @ +Vauban+ Welcome aboard. I'll be down once we're clear. cptn corizon -> ACTION> The Vauban and the Al-Ucard scout land side by side, and the Gleaming Talon turns, unleashing one last barrage of weapons fire on the other Al-Ucard vessel, before jumping to high warp. Rhan K'hal -> :: does a quick and dirty job of securing the propulsion systems :: Excuse me, I need to go brush my teeth, I have a bit of carotid stuck in there and it's driving me nuts. Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: Uh … sure. Good flying. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Snorts:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::going all veggie for a while now, thanks:: Victria -> ::She let out a breath once they set down and powered down the Vauban's weapons. Turning, she stood and began to unbutton her armored jacket.:: That is unknown at this point. ::She glanced to Rhan.:: Would you like me to get that for you? Rhan K'hal -> :: pops out of the helm seat and heads toward the back to clean up and hopefully scavenge a not blood-soaked jumpsuit :: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Takes a deep breath and heads to the aft of the shuttle to check on her body and the others:: William Chocox -> So...this isn't what I was expecting...and sorry again Ithene. Maryse Dubois -> ::Isn't so quick to stand up.:: William Chocox -> ::stands up:: Rhan K'hal -> :: Victria :: I'd say normally I'd prefer to go to dinner first before letting a woman into my mouth, but we have a considerably different idea of dinner. :: bloody grin :: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks, coming to view:: Take it easy doctor. We're safe now. I am sure they can provide medical care for us. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Looks at Will:: You too. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Victria:: Well, if you feel like running away from Starfleet together, let me know. ::says as if a joke, but tone is very odd:: William Chocox -> Hm. Maryse Dubois -> That's comforting. Feels odd being in a relatively safe place at the moment. Rhan K'hal -> :: disappears into the head with his grooming kit and his last spare outfit :: William Chocox -> So...we're on another Al-Ucard ship, but these ones aren't trying to kill us? cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles at Will:: Yes. Victria -> ::She gave Tandaris a long look.:: Starfleet is no longer part of my future. Corizon contacted me for help with the Al-Ucardians. Why are you with Starfleet again? Rhan K'hal -> :: emerges a few minutes later with minty fresh breath, not a speck of blood and in clean clothes... but sadly still without fur, so will not be taking any selfies yet :: Tandaris Admiran -> This was my only chance to get out of that black site they stuck me in. ::out of earshot of the others:: I was going to double cross everyone, let the Scorpiad escape on _my_ terms, and go into hiding somewhere else in this quadrant. Tandaris Admiran -> Things didn't work out that way. But I don't think Starfleet will be any more impressed with what we managed to salvage from this … disaster. William Chocox -> So...how did we go from Al-Ucards that wanted to kill us to ones that don't want to kill us? cptn swain -> Ithene> And don't worry too much. I am sure they can fix me up without too much scar tissue. ::Pauses:: Would now be a good time to tell you I kissed Tandaris in this body? Maryse Dubois -> Because a good portion of the Al-Ucards are allies to us. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles, sheepishly, then heads back to the front of the shuttle:: William Chocox -> ::blinks:: What? Maryse Dubois -> We're helping the deal with the Scorpiads. William Chocox -> How? Wait...what? Maryse Dubois -> ::Snickers.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: heads into the treatment area where everyone else is, settles himself onto a chair :: Talk about great timing. :: leans back to enjoy this :: Tandaris Admiran -> ((The ultimate irony: totally immune to Ithene's "charms" when she's in her body, yet somehow makes out with her when she is in Will's.)) William Chocox -> ::looks over at Maryse pointing at where Ithene used to be confusedly:: Victria -> But without the Scorpiad in your head, there should not be any reason to keep you locked away. ::Slight head tilt toward Tandaris.:: Maryse Dubois -> Don't look at me. William Chocox -> I...what? cptn swain -> Ithene>::Takes her place back at front of the cabin:: The four of them back there need medical attention and so does this one. William Chocox -> ::is a bit flustered:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Limping off the ship with the others, still a bit addled. He had a damaged Hunter on one arm and the two seemed to be keeping each other on their feet.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Victria:: True—but that doesn’t mean I have any future with them as a normal officer. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks at the bald Cait.:: I should have something for that when we are safe at home. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Points to Tandaris:: And Will and I are in the wrong bodies, but I don't think we can fix that till we're back to the Excalibur. cptn swain -> (( Two Minute Warning )) Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: And I'll be happy to get it. Especially if it can get me past that new growth phase quickly, that irritates like crazy. Tandaris Admiran -> Starfleet is no longer the organization they once were. The Gamma Quadrant has changed it, just like it changed me—for the worse. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: cptn corizon -> ::Corizon entered the shuttlebay, heading towards the Vauban.:: Victria -> Then perhaps I should extended you the same offer you jokingly provided to me. ::Slight arch of her brow at the engineer.:: The GQ has plenty of hiding places, far from Starfleet's influence. Rhan K'hal -> And Will, don't worry. Once we get you back into the right body, we can find an excellent scouring powder for your lips... and maybe tongue, she didn't specify on method. William Chocox -> ::gags:: Rhan K'hal -> :: grins :: My work here is done. :: hops up, heads up front :: William Chocox -> I don't need visual. Maryse Dubois -> ::Laughs loudly.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::meets Victria's eye, nods:: cptn corizon -> ::Enters through the side door:: Well... I've seen worse. cptn corizon -> ::Glances to Maryse, smiles at the doctor, as warmly as he could, before heading to the command area:: Rhan K'hal -> :: leans up against a bulkhead next to Ithene :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Is quite happy to see the puppy, returns the smile.:: Victria -> ::Glances to Corizon as he enters, blinking at the dog-like man.:: cptn corizon -> ::Glances to Victria:: Glad to see you made it back in once piece as well. Rhan K'hal -> :: head swivel over to the entering Corizon :: My brother said you always had an impeccable sense of timing, Captain. Glad he was right. cptn corizon -> ::Rhan:: Punctuality is everything in my former line of work. cptn corizon -> ...and... William Chocox -> Thank goodness. I really want my body back. cptn corizon -> PAUSE SIM cptn corizon -> PAUSE SIM cptn corizon -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0830.2015 The Vauban's crew seem to have caught a break as the Al-Ucard ship they were being held on is under attack and has been boarded by an old friend of the Excalibur. When we left off, they were headed towards the shuttle bay.

MISSION BRIEF: The crew of the Vauban has escaped from the frying pan and directly into the vampire filled fire. They are being held by Al-Ucardians who have begun to run several tests on members of the crew, while others are in a holding area. cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM William Chocox -> ::starts pacing the holding cell:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Device in hand, waits for Hunter to present himself for the blood draw.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::dragged out to the vamp's place, wherever that is:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he stares at the blood draw; he hates needles:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Presses the device to Hunter's neck. He feels a momentary sting as the device collects. It only took a moment and the Al-Ucard withdrew, peering at the results.:: That seems... odd. Hunter Matheson -> ::not gonna faint, no he's not:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Leaning on a wall of the hold.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::slumps to the floor:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Med tech glances over to K'hal and activates the decon chamber a second time. Cptn Swain -> (( K'Hall give me a number between 1-10 )) Rhan K'hal -> ((3)) Rhan K'hal -> :: starts scrubbing the goo into his fur vigorously :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Still staring at Tandaris.:: How do you know that name? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Paviel:: How do YOU know that name? William Chocox -> (w)Perfect. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::She hissed at him.:: I asked you first. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The goo begins to have a slight burn, nothing painful but enough that K'Hal notices what's left of his fur begin to dissolve. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Peers down at Hunter.:: Get into something we shouldn't have? The Scorpiad like to leave nasty things behind. Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: Got me there. Let's just say we go way back. Rhan K'hal -> :: somehow manages to find some more words not fit for polite company that he hadn't used before :: Cptn Swain -> MedTech> ::Nods at a read out:: Hunter Matheson -> ::blinks, looking up at the Vamp:: Yeah, they got some eggs, and I messed with one thinking it was going to help, but it didn't. Hunter Matheson -> Funny thing about that. Cptn Swain -> MedTech> ::K'Hal:: One moment. Hunter Matheson -> It's, uh... ::he checks his hands, turning them over and over:: really gooey, yanno? William Chocox -> ::keeps pacing:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::She couldn't keep the slight tinge of panic from her eyes. Backing away a few steps, she activated her communications device and hissed something urgently.:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> A woosh of air sweeps over him and the goo goes away. Rhan K'hal -> :: curls lip, not looking so placid anymore... not to mention furless and wrinkled Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks at Hunter's reply.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: You actually look good that way … ::hopes he can lie with a straight face:: By the way, was Victria still around when you came aboard? Rhan K'hal -> No, wrong K'hal. My brother was aboard when she was, though. According to his stories she was quite a piece of work. Cptn Swain -> MedTech> ::Tips his head:: Much smaller without the fur. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Their replicant devices are not to be trifled with unless you know how to operate them properly. William Chocox -> We're aware. Tandaris Admiran -> ::K'hal:: Yes, she was quite the formidable warrior. I was always happy to have her on my team. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Approaches the MedTech with Rhan and puts a hand on his shoulder.:: We have been ordered to return these two to the holding cell. ::Jaw clenched, she glanced briefly to Tandaris.:: Tandaris Admiran -> But I haven't fixed your scanner yet! Rhan K'hal -> And I would appreciate some damned clothes since you robbed me of my natural insulation. Cptn Corizon -> MedTech> ::Nods, sensing Paviel's tension:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Hearing his comm notification, he glanced down and frowned. His eyes snapped up to those in the holding cell.:: What vessel are you from? Hunter Matheson -> ::listening, watching, seriously out of the loop:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> The USS Excalibur. ::She had given up on hiding their mission after K'Hal had ran his mouth.:: William Chocox -> Uh...I believe it's called the Vauban? William Chocox -> Oh, unless you mean that one. Hunter Matheson -> ::his focus is bouncing around real good now, from K'hal to Ithene, to Cho, to Tan:: Cptn Swain -> (( Tandy and K'Hal are in a separate area, being brought back to us)) William Chocox -> ((Is that my new nickname? Cho instead of Boom-Boom?)) Tandaris Admiran -> ((Short for Chocobo?)) Maryse Dubois -> ::watching the interaction.:: Hunter Matheson -> (dunno. Cho is short and easy to type) Hunter Matheson -> (::edits his last: :) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( William, you can call him Hun. ) Hunter Matheson -> ::eraser, chalk, fix:: Rhan K'hal -> :: still waiting for some sort of covering, shivers a little, though still with a bit of a snarl :: Cptn Corizon -> MedTech> ::Grabs a weapon and points it at K'Hal:: Walk. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Throws Rhan a blanket. The guards return and hustle Rhan and Tandy out of medical and toward the turbolift.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::limping under his own power, for the moment:: Well that worked. Rhan K'hal -> :: wraps the blanket around self during the quick march :: Tandaris Admiran -> Figured I would just run down the list of Al-Ucardians I know and hope one of them rang some bells. Rhan K'hal -> :: grumbles something in the vein of needing old-fashioned pliers to make a necklace of out pointy teeth :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::He hissed at Ithene's answer, clenching his jaw. One of the other Al-Ucards joined him and the two fell into a quiet, but heated conversation.:: William Chocox -> ((How many Al-Ucardians does he know?)) Tandaris Admiran -> ::almost as an afterthought:: Of course, it was a very short list. Hunter Matheson -> (vein. heh.) Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The ship shakes suddenly, as if it were impacted by weapons fire. Rhan K'hal -> :: stumble :: Cptn Corizon -> Ithene> What the hell was that. Hunter Matheson -> ::he grabs the deck, then looks around:: Tandaris Admiran -> Now, we just have to hope that these people think the world of Victria, and not the other—whoa. ::falls into Rhan:: Ow. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: You are much less cushiony now. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Catches herself against the wall of the holding chamber.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: growls :: And you're particularly bonier in ill health. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Looks up suddenly and then snaps at the guards.:: Get them back to the holding cells! ::Sprints off in the opposite direction.:: William Chocox -> ::barely catches his balance:: (w)Still not used to this. Maryse Dubois -> ::Backs into the wall.:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Shake, shake, shake your starship. Another impact against the hull. William Chocox -> ::falls:: (w)Damn. Tandaris Admiran -> ::little giggle:: Oooh, we're under attaaaaack. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Alerts start going off all over the Al-Ucardian vessel. In the holding cells, the lights go dark and then blink on slowly. Hunter Matheson -> ::his head hits the wall and a string of expletives only a Marine can muster fly out of his mouth as he rubs the back of his head:: Maryse Dubois -> Seems like they drew some unwanted attention... Hunter Matheson -> ::doc:: Yathink? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> They're under attack. ::Takes a deep breath: (L) Everyone gird yourself. Hunter you're going to have to do your best. Rhan K'hal -> :: uses his feline balancing skills to keep the pace high, pretty much dragging Tandaris along, and not caring if the guards keep up :: Hunter Matheson -> ::sigh:: Right. William Chocox -> I'm still getting used to this body. Rhan K'hal -> :: sadly loses the blanket on the way though :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Will, Doc... try to get Klien up on his feet. If the fields go down, we're making a run for the shuttle. ::She paused:: You are anyway. I am going to try and find Tandy and K'Hal. Hunter Matheson -> ::he tears off one of the coverall straps and secures it around one hand, then searches for metal buttons, pulls them off, and sticks them in the crevices along his fist:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Holding the wall as the ship shudders and yells at one of the other guards:: Release the cell field and lock on to the prisoners. Transport them into space along with their ship. We need to rid ourselves of the evidence. William Chocox -> Aye ma'am. Tandaris Admiran -> ((Uh, I think you meant "into space INSIDE their ship", right?)) Tandaris Admiran -> ((Right?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Did he? Hmmm... )) Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The ship shudders again under a heavy impact. The lights flicker. William Chocox -> ((Uh...who has peril cards?)) Hunter Matheson -> We're gonna lose power. Hunter Matheson -> (I do) Hunter Matheson -> (I got a get outta jail free) Cptn Swain -> ((::opens xls file:: )) Hunter Matheson -> (look under convo about killing characters ::smirk: :) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guards> ::Pile into the lift with Tandy and Rhan and send it zooming toward the brig.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: sniffs :: Ah, nice to smell some fear coming from somebody ELSE for a change. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nearly falls as the ship shudders again:: Tandaris Admiran -> I do hope that's the cavalry and not the Scorpiads…. Hunter Matheson -> ::hunting for anything that can be used as a weapon:: Anyone got a pen? Stylus? anything thin and sturdy? Rhan K'hal -> Wouldn't that be nice? Maryse Dubois -> ::Kneels by Klein, trying to prop him up.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The forcefields in the holding cells suddenly fail (or were cut). The Al-Ucardian guards rush to subdue the prisoners, but don't get the chance. They all fall in a hail of disruptor fire and bladed attacks. Tarian's head is suddenly separated from his body and goes rolling. William Chocox -> Um...holy (expletive deleted) Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Blinks:: Hunter Matheson -> ::watching:: Oops. Maryse Dubois -> Um...::Watching the head roll.:: Hunter Matheson -> Think they got theirs. Maryse Dubois -> ((Hiya Fangs. :P )) Tandaris Admiran -> This is the galaxy's _slowest_ turbolift. Tandaris Admiran -> ::mutters:: I could fix that for them too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( You're going to get stuck in it. ) Rhan K'hal -> I'd say your employment prospects with this group are pretty thin to be honest. William Chocox -> Can I be your friend? Hunter Matheson -> ::moves to the edge:: The fields are down. Where to? Victria -> ::Victria stepped up to the cell, twin short-blades black with blood.:: Crew of the Excalibur? We are here to rescue you. ::She searched for friendly faces.:: You are going to have to fight your way free. Their dampening fields are still active, rendering our transporters useless. Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out to check the perimeter:: Hunter Matheson -> Oh. Nice. Maryse Dubois -> Maybe we should ask her. ::smiles.:: It's good to see you again Victria. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Lovely. I am Lt... you know what it's a long story. Get these guys to safety. I need to find Tandaris and K'Hal. Hunter Matheson -> ::Victria:: Got any weapons? Rhan K'hal -> Though I admit that it *is* awfully damn slow. Tandaris Admiran -> Sadly, I think you're right. William Chocox -> I need something simple to operate? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The lift opens into the corridor to the brig. The hallway is littered with Al-Ucardian bodies, many of them missing heads. Hunter Matheson -> ::in Ithene's face:: Safety? Hey! I'm a Marine! Tandaris Admiran -> ::beat as the door opens:: Huh. Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks at the view :: Tandaris Admiran -> Suddenly the lift does not seem like such a bad place after all. Rhan K'hal -> Someone's done some redecorating while we were gone. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> You're also about three sheets from dying, now's not the time to argue. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions for them to follow Victria:: Hunter Matheson -> ::livid:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Gibbs smacks Hunter.:: A Marine that still needs medical attention. Hunter Matheson -> ow Victria -> ::She nodded to Maryse and then looked at the others.:: We do, and they are dangerous to our kind. ::She waved a hand and others brought them strange phasers.:: They fire in the ultraviolet spectrum. I ask that you be careful and not shoot those rescuing you. Tandaris Admiran -> ::treading gingerly through the carnage:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods, taking the modified phaser:: UV modifications. Rhan K'hal -> :: also picking his way around remains :: Pity, I wanted to do that one. Hunter Matheson -> ::Maryse:: You're really enjoyin' that, aren't you? Tandaris Admiran -> ((Are the guards still with us?)) William Chocox -> ::takes one and follows:: I take it you're a friend? Maryse Dubois -> Do you people have something we can identify them as, so we don't mistake them for hostile? ::Smirks at Hunter.:: And Yes, I am. Maryse Dubois -> *Do your Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The ship makes an incredibly tight turn, the inertial dampers clearly struggling under the strain, as another round of impacts smack it a midship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> As Rhan & Tandy enter the brig, they find more of the same. Their guards are suddenly outnumbered as most of the Excalibur's crew has weaponry and a friendly Al-Ucardian escort. Hunter Matheson -> Payback's a bitch, you know that, right? Hunter Matheson -> Whoa...:::smacks right into the doc::: Hunter Matheson -> ::Dinozzo smile as he looks her in the eyes:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sees Tandy.:: We found a friend. ::Points to Victria.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Victria! Long time no see. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Catches herself again, but smiles as they see Tandy and Victria:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Then sees furless K'hal.:: Wow... Tandaris Admiran -> ::coughs pathetically:: Hunter Matheson -> ::or not:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> K'Hal, you have to give me your diet. Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Assuming we live through this... I swear I have to put that at the start of every sentence... After you fix those two I'll need some hair growth stimulation. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks to Victria:: Our shuttle should be in their hold. I assume you know how to get there? Victria -> ::She pointed at the red bands she and her guards wore around their arms.:: Do not shoot anyone wearing these. ::Her head swivels, flicking to Tandaris and Rhan and she grinned.:: Do I need to carry you, trill? I see you are still being eaten alive by that parasite. Rhan K'hal -> :: makes a sour face at Ithene :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grins at Victria:: I missed you too. William Chocox -> Right, no shooting the Red Arm banded people. Tandaris Admiran -> ::wheeze:: I think I'll manage. For now. Cptn Swain -> RedBand1> ::Hoists Klein over his shoulder:: We are ready. Victria -> Kill the guards. ::She pointed at the two that had escorted Tandy and Rhan.:: William Chocox -> ::shoots:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The Al-Ucardian that William shot fell back screaming as half of his face caught on fire from the phaser beam. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( Dang, Will. That was cold. ) Rhan K'hal -> :: pokes quickly around the brig and finds something, rather pathetic garb but still better than nothing; slips into it :: William Chocox -> Holy (expletive)! Did not expect that. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Good shooting. ::Shoots the other one.:: Victria -> Your vessel is in the main shuttle bay, along with our own, several levels down. They are bound to be guarded. Let's go. Maryse Dubois -> Wait... ::Spots the device the guards had used to test their blood. Picks it up and examines it a moment.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The other guard had turned to run, but was caught by Ithene's blast. He fell with his chest smoldering. Maryse Dubois -> ::Satisfied, she tosses it back to the ground and destroys it with her phaser.:: William Chocox -> Alright, let's go get our ship back. Cptn Swain -> ...and... Rhan K'hal -> :: takes one of the downed guards weapons, takes up a position toward the rear; figures their new allies can handle forward detection well enough, can use his ears to handle anything from behind :: Victria -> ::She gave Tandy a smack on the shoulder as she passed, almost hard enough to knock him over, and led the way into the corridor.:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0823.2015 The crew of the Vauban has escaped from the frying pan and directly into the vampire filled fire. They are being held by Al-Ucardians who have begun to run several tests on members of the crew, while others are in a holding area.

MISSION BRIEF: The away team has escaped the Scorpiad hatchery and system, but were almost immediately captured by the Al-Ucards. The blood suckers have taken Tandaris and Rhan to their med bay for 'testing'. The others are stuck in a single cell waiting for the same treatment. After his unsuccessful attempt at fighting the Al-Ucard, Lt. Klein is unconscious. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> Ithene> :: Takes a deep breath, happy that Klein is alive, albeit unconscious:: William Chocox -> ::leans back:: Sorry about that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::The Al-Ucard laughed at Klein's weak attempt and pointed to the naked blade now sitting in the middle of the cell. The forcefield keeping them inside was still down, and he stood in the doorway.:: Would anyone else like to try? Hunter Matheson -> ::slumped on the floor of the holding cell, he still has the work boots and coveralls he had on when they tried to leave the Scorpiad place:: Maryse Dubois -> ((Are we all in the same holding cell or individual?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (Same) Hunter Matheson -> ::and pretty much smells to high whatever from the goo:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Checking on Klein, even though there isn't much she can do at the moment.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guards> ::Give Rhan a shove toward the door. The one carrying Tandaris over his shoulder led the way, exiting the brig and entering the corridor toward the lift.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances over to Tarian, and shakes "his" head:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::still pretending to be out of it:: Hunter Matheson -> ::he blinks then pulls himself to a kind of sit:: Rhan K'hal -> I am being cooperative, you don't have to get pushy. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions for Will to get him the blade:: William Chocox -> ::walks over and grabs the blade, bringing it back:: This isn't going to be that useful is it? Hunter Matheson -> ::he begins to slowly look around, eyes only first, then he turns his head:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Still breathing. There's a nasty lump on his head from where he hit the wall, but nothing seems to be broken.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It could be. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Watches William carefully as he picks up the blade and then smiles. He snatched the blade from his hand, reflexes almost faster than one could follow.:: Not from a species so weak. Hunter Matheson -> ::anyone:: so I guess we're not on the Vau anymore? Hunter Matheson -> ::and he takes a good look around again:: William Chocox -> ::shrugs as he sits back down:: Hunter Matheson -> ::then he pushes back to sit on the floor, back against the wall::: Hunter Matheson -> ::and the floor:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Hustles Rhan into the lift after the other guard, facing him as the door closes behind. When they were on the move, she leaned closer to sniff him.:: Do all of your people smell so foul? Maryse Dubois -> No. This certainly isn't the Vauban. My only suggestion right now is to save your strength, and don't do anything foolish. There are very few people that can match an Al-Ucard one on one in a sword fight. Rhan K'hal -> No, we've had a rather trying last couple of days. Hunter Matheson -> ::Slow nod:: Gotcha. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Spinning the blade in his hand, he tossed it to one of the other guards and then took a step back. The cell's field snapped back into place, trapping the crew once again. Tarian gave them another long look and then stepped out of view, leaving the crew to themselves for the time being.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> You stink of Scorpiad, of their biomatter. You were on one of their structures, were you not? Rhan K'hal -> More than one, as a matter of fact. Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up:: William Chocox -> So...I've never worked with these people before, how badly do they treat prisoners? Hunter Matheson -> ::then he checks his hand me downs yeah they stink:: Hunter Matheson -> ::but since he's been in them a while he's pretty much used to the smell:: Maryse Dubois -> It depends. If you aren't useful logistically, you are useful as food. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> According to the files, they're not exactly up on Khitomer Accords. Hunter Matheson -> ::snort:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: But we're not at war with them. In fact we're helping them negotiate an end to their rebellion against the Scorpiads. Maryse Dubois -> But you usually live longer if you don't ###### them off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Her eyes narrowed at Rhan.:: What were you doing there? That system has been abandoned for a very long time. William Chocox -> ::gulps:: Now I'm worried. Rhan K'hal -> We were gathering intelligence. It's rather easier to do that in an abandoned system than one crawling with those bastards, don't you think? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> I suppose, though such intelligence would be outdated. ::The lift slid to a halt and opened. She gestured for Rhan to follow the other guard who was still toting Tandy.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::picking at the floor:: Rhan K'hal -> :: follows :: Outdated is still better than nothing. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances at the door out of the corner of her eye:: Maybe I should have trusted them and told them the truth. William Chocox -> ::shrugs:: Nothing we can do now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> In the brig, an Al-Ucardian guard passed by, dragging an unconscious Dosi male. The Dosi was shirtless and bleeding from several wounds on his upper torso. Bite wounds. They dragged him into the next cell, engaged the field, and left. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Swallows harder than she would have liked, knowing she doesn't have as good of expression control over this body as she might her own.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs as she watched the guard.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guard> ::The guard dumped Tandaris on one of the tables. Unlike the brightly lit sickbay on Excalibur, this one was dimly lit and full of diagnostic equipment -- most of it stolen from other worlds and ships and integrated into the Al-Ucard's original design.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Gestured Rhan onto one of the other beds.:: Lie down. William Chocox -> ::is pretty openly scared:: William Chocox -> We're all going to die here aren't we? Tandaris Admiran -> ::unceremoniously dumped:: Maryse Dubois -> We don't know that. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> No. ::She said firmly:: None of us are going to die. That's an order. Rhan K'hal -> :: glances around as he complies and lays down :: Your people have certainly learned the art of making do with what you can get. No wonder you're giving those 8-legged freaks a run for their money. Hunter Matheson -> ::still picking at the floor:: So I guess we'll end up like that. ::resigned:: William Chocox -> Hm. Hunter Matheson -> ::then looks up to Chocox:: I figure dying is going to be better than alive. William Chocox -> ::sighs, leaning back again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::She grinned.:: The creators fear their creation. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She sighed, pacing the cell slowly:: Hunter Matheson -> ::back to picking at the floor:: And I gave up a position with the teams for this. ::shrugs:: They painted a pretty good picture for me. Guess they didn't have a clue. Hunter Matheson -> ::then he closes his eyes to rest:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::stirs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> In the medbay, two Al-Ucards swing a large scanner over both Tandaris and Rhan while they lie on the beds. The scanner runs the length of the bed and down again several times, creating a holographic image of each 'patient' above them, clearly defining their internal systems. Tandaris Admiran -> ::groans theatrically:: I feel awful. Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks :: Nifty, and quite accurate if I know my own organs. William Chocox -> It feels weird to hear my voice giving an order. Tandaris Admiran -> ::opens his eyes, looks around:: Ooh. A Type 2b scanning-tunneling holographic imaging suite. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It could be weirder. Tandaris Admiran -> Very 2379. Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes half-open:: You gave an order? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::He returned to the holding cell with a strange device in his hand and disengaged the forcefield.:: While the others are being tested, we will begin preliminary ones here. Who volunteers to go first? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> What are you testing us for? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Watches the displays as the med team works, walking between the two beds.:: You have knowledge of medical equipment, trill? Tandaris Admiran -> Well, I don’t want to sound boastful … Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Many things, but most importantly communicable diseases. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Blood borne. :Frowns: I'll go first. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes "his" way over to the forcefield. She had half a thought about trying to overpower the Al-Ucard male, and perhaps had she been in her own body she might have tried that. But she wasn't and she didn't feel right risking Will's, not if there was still an outside chance they could get out this mess and back into their own bodies:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Gestures "him" forward and then presses the device to "his" neck. She feels a sting as it pierces her skin and draws a small sample of blood for the machine to analyze.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Winces ever so slightly:: William Chocox -> ::starts thinking about any diseases his body might have:: Rhan K'hal -> :: lets Tandy do his thing over there, figuring the crafty nut probably has an idea :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Looks at his scans.:: If you have some engineering knowledge, you might be useful to us. Unfortunately, you seem to be dying. A pity. Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: Really? Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up:: I feel fine, though! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Med-tech> ::Removes Rhan's scanner.:: Remove your clothing. You need to be decontaminated. Rhan K'hal -> I imagine I rather need it. :: disrobes without any modesty :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Looks at the results.:: Negative on the initial scan. That is good. ::Cycles the machine to clean itself.:: Next? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions for Will to go next:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands.:: William Chocox -> ::stands up and walks over:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> Perhaps, but your scans clearly show that your body is in the early stages of symbiont rejection. Your levels are out of sync. ::She looked to the med tech.:: If his body does not respond to treatment, harvest the slug within. Tandaris Admiran -> ::weird, hollow giggle:: You don’t take those scan results seriously, do you? With the machine making a humming noise like that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Presses the device to Will's neck and he experiences the same stabbing sensation as his blood is drawn.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::not exactly paying attention to what is going on around him, Kal figures he'd rather remember his crewmates the way they were when he met them than the way they will probably end up:: William Chocox -> ::goes back to where he was seated:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Med tech> ::Waves Rhan into a nearby chamber when he's removed his clothing. After engaging, the Caitian is blasted from all sides by a blue liquid, then heat, then air, then something similar to a sonic shower.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Negative. Good. ::Waves Maryse forward.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: is definitely feeling rather fresh here, there and everywhere after that :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps up, pulling the hair from her neck.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::watching the decontamination process:: Out-standing! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tandy's Med Tech> It is supposed to hum. ::Doesn't sound very sure of himself.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::pats the med tech on the forearm:: And you just keep thinking that if it makes you feel better. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up now, looking around at everyone:: So. Can someone tell me where we sign up? Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Brings a datapad over to Paviel, makes a motion the decon chamber, then to the pad with a slightly grave look on his face.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Rhan's Med Tech> ::Frowns a little.:: I am still showing low levels of contaminents embedded in your fur. Your hair will need to be removed. Maryse Dubois -> ((Oh noes a shaved kitty is an grumpy kitty.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Nods at the results and the med tech's assessment.:: Yes, remove his fur and run the decon again for better results. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tandy's Med Tech> Sign up? Rhan K'hal -> If I had been informed of your decontamination technique I would've asked for a brush or comb, it takes some work to get it worked through the fur evenly. Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, sign up. To your crew. On this little adventure of yours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Presses the device to Maryse's neck to draw blood, then eyes the results. One eyebrow lifted and he looked back up to her.:: Negative, but interesting. I look forward to seeing more of your scans. Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Nods:: We'll begin the defurring now. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: I'm sure you will. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> He may also need to be declawed. ::Glances over to Rhan, wearing a slight frown.:: I have heard their species can be quite vicious, but this one seems rather placid. Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods at Rhan:: K'hal’s just putting on a brave face, trying to keep you off the scent with that story of “intelligence-gathering” on an outdated station. Stupid, right? Who would believe that? Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Walks over and nods to the Tech around the decon chamber, who moves out of the way.:: Prudent. Tandaris Admiran -> Do you seriously think any Starfleet officer would willingly go this deep into Scorpiad territory? Rhan K'hal -> (( :: checks his card balance with NDakTek Bank :: )) Maryse Dubois -> ((hehe)) Cptn Swain -> (( I don't believe we've reached any peril yet! Only mild discomfort!)) Cptn Swain -> (( 2 Minute Warning )) Cptn Swain -> MedTech> ::Considering if it would be best to use a chemical defurring agent or to shave the creature.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Turns back to Tandaris.:: Starfleet is... erratic. It is possible, but then again, not. We will discover why you were here, eventually. But we'll save that for later, after your tests have been concluded. Some of our methods leave the subjects... damaged. William Chocox -> ((::goes pale::)) Tandaris Admiran -> ::MedTech, as if he could read his mind:: There's a zipper in the back, you know. Rhan K'hal -> :: is about to say something when Tandy drops that zinger, just stands there with his mouth half open instead :: Maryse Dubois -> ((lol)) Tandaris Admiran -> ::Paviel:: Hello? Already damaged. ::sighs:: Do you not have any females around? Victria was much more intimidating than you people. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Points at Hunter.:: Next. Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> Tell me, do you have any allergies to calcium hydroxide? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Her eyes snapped to Tandaris.:: How do you know that name? Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0816.2015 The away team has escaped the Scorpiad hatchery and system, but were almost immediately captured by the Al-Ucards. The blood suckers have taken Tandaris and Rhan to their med bay for 'testing'. The others are stuck in a single cell waiting for the same treatment. After his unsuccessful attempt at fighting the Al-Ucard, Lt. Klein is unconscious.

MISSION BRIEF: The away team has managed to repair the Vauban enough to escape the Scorpiad shipyard & hatchery, but are met with another obstacle upon reaching the surrounding mine field. An Al-Ucardian vessel has seemingly cleared the way for them, but is now blocking their route with weapons trained. Though once an enslaved race of the Scorpiad, the Al-Ucard are now at war with their creators. Unfortunately for the crew, because of the clever engineering modifications that were used to fool the hatchery's security systems, the Vauban is currently emitting a Scorpiad signal. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The Al-Ucardian vessel held position on the other side of the mine field, weapons powered up and trained on the Vauban. Their sensors were actively scanning the ship. Incoming hail from the Al-Ucardian vessel, audio only: Drop your shields and prepare to be brought aboard. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks to K'Hal:: Launch the message buoy. Rhan K'hal -> Are you sure it's wise to shoot something out of our torpedo tube while we have a much bigger, badder ship locking weapons on us? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It may be our only chance. Rhan K'hal -> :: huffs out a sigh, makes a point of pointing the ship away from the Al-Ucard vessel before launching the message in a torpedo casing :: Rhan K'hal -> They'll probably just blow it up anyway. Tandaris Admiran -> ::resting again, but monitoring the situation remotely:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It should be out of the system before they could target it. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: Now... do as they commanded. Bring us about. Klien, lower sheilds. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The message is away and the Al-Ucardians don't seem to care. Rhan K'hal -> :: complies :: Should we drop our pretend-to-be Scorpiad modifications? It might make them a wee bit less inclined to beam us into a dungeon. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::nods:: Taking them off-line now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> What? We're just giving up? Letting them take us aboard? We're not even going to *try* to make a run for it? Rhan K'hal -> ::Klein:: We can get up to about warp 2.8, we're not outrunning my grandmother, let alone a warship. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Cooly:: Lower our shields. +Shuttlewide+ Stand by and prepare for possible transport. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Grumbles, but takes the shields offline, leaving them completely open and vulnerable.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grumbles:: Al-Ucardians. Great. Just what we need. Rhan K'hal -> Let's hope that "enemy of my enemy is my friend" comes up at some point in the near future. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She took a deep breath:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Did she do the right thing, or had she sealed everyone's death warrant. Her eyes glanced over to the message buoy status monitor. It was away. Their mission had been a success.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::tries to stand up, grunts, discovers this was a bad idea, and lies back down on the bed:: Rhan K'hal -> :: hoping the pointy-teethed ones were currently looking at their sensors and wondering about the now quite obviously battered Federation vessel before them :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> The Al-Ucardian ship activated a tractor as soon as the Vauban's shields were down and towed the vessel into one of the shuttle bays. The crew heard the bay doors close behind them a moment before transporters activated, beaming them all into the same holding cell. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Oof:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over to Ithene :: What're our orders as far as cooperating with any questions? Tandaris Admiran -> ::shimmers:: Rhan K'hal -> :: beams before he can get an answer :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::now leaning against a holding cell wall:: Well, this is … not an improvement. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She took a deep breath:: I don't think being captured by the Al-Ucard was covered in the brief. Rhan K'hal -> :: notes Admiran, helps him carefully to the floor :: Definitely now would be a good time to rest, before anything else happens. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Reaches for his sidearm, but found it missing -- beamed away during transport.:: Tandaris Admiran -> It was considered a low probability. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Exhaling:: Well, we've been in tight spots before. Tandaris Admiran -> On the bright side, we'll get back to Excalibur much faster this way. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances to Tandaris:: You think they'll take us back directly to where the negotiations are being held? Rhan K'hal -> I personally think any species that is NOT a Scorpiad would be a sight for sore eyes at this point. Tandaris Admiran -> ::holds up hand, ticks off points:: If they want to embarrass us, or the Scorpiads, or both, they'll show up with us. Or, if they want to ingratiate themselves with us, or the Scorpiads, or both, they’ll show up with us. Tandaris Admiran -> There are other scenarios but I ran out of fingers Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Sunny as always, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Approaches the holding cell, giving the crew a moment of study. Like others of his race, he was tall, thin, and pale with black hair and piercing blue eyes.:: You are not Scorpiad. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She stood, trying to get a better feel for the holding cell. It was decidedly darker than the ones she'd had the pleasure of being on the otherside of:: Rhan K'hal -> :: bites back his usual snark, merely nods in response to the statement :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She cleared her throat:: That is correct. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Cardboard Maryse> ::Looking worriedly at Tandy.:: You should probably sit down to rest. Tandaris Admiran -> ::is already sitting down, propped up against one wall:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::It occured to her she was still in Will's body and she wondered if she should give his name or Will's if asked, let alone interrogated.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Why were you in the hatchery? Why does your vessel show signs of Scorpiad DNA? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::This Genderswap Was Complicted:: Tandaris Admiran -> ((Is this someone in the room with us? Or a disembodied voice?)) Rhan K'hal -> (( other side of the forcefield I think )) Cptn Swain -> (( standing at the 'door' I think)) Cptn Swain -> Ithene> We were damaged during a routine survey mission and were forced to make some... innovative repairs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Yes, on the other side of the forcefield of the holding cell. )) William Chocox -> ((Sorry about that.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( wb Will. The crew was all beamed into a holding cell. )) Rhan K'hal -> :: growls lowly a bit when Ithene lies about it, because he can't see the point in lying when the bloody data is sitting in a very nice, portable data block in the Vauban :: William Chocox -> ((Alright.)) Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She cast a glance to Rhan, then back to their pale host.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::It also occured to her that she didn't know how to make a poker face with Will:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::He stared unnervingly at Ithene / Will's body.:: Yes, we found these creative repairs. But that does not explain the residue in your cargo hold -- the DNA we found there along with a few partially eaten rodents. William Chocox -> There's a very reasonable story behind that. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She swallowed harder than she itnended:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Blinking, she looked to 'Will':: Yes... tell them. Rhan K'hal -> :: crosses arms, stares at Ithenebody :: William Chocox -> Well, see, we entered the ship and most of us said "Whoa! There's a scorpiad in there!" And we figured that as long as they were there we might as well use them to study some scorpiad tech up close. Tandaris Admiran -> ::allowing his eyes to droop ever so slightly, enjoying the opportunity to see how the others play this:: Rhan K'hal -> :: growls lowly again :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Would head desk if she could:: What she means is... the Scorpiad had came along as part of our survey mission, Unfortunately, he perished in the accident that forced us to land on the hatchery. Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head, goes and sits by Tandy, separating himself as much as possible from the Willthene show :: William Chocox -> I'd say it was tragic but, not a huge fan. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Another lie. ::He turned his gaze from Will & Ithene to Rhan & Tandy.:: What is ailing that one? He reeks of Scorpiad and his pulse is erratic. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She exhaled:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> He's injured and it's a long story. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> He needs to be returned to one of our medical facilities where our doctor can properly treat his condition. William Chocox -> Very long, and very boring. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She approached Tarian:: If you agree to take us to our ship, I will tell you everything you want t know. Tandaris Admiran -> ((Picturing Will's body acting very coquettishly)) Cptn Swain -> (( LMAO __ Rhan K'hal -> :: wonders how on Earth the Al-Ucard is supposed to believe that after all the lies up to this point, merely sighs again :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Your ship? No, we will not be delivering you anywhere. You are our guests. And we have not had guests in quite a long time. ::He smiled slowly, revealing his fangs.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: can do that too, isn't terribly impressed :: William Chocox -> ::shudders:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She took a deep breath again.:: Lovely. Tandaris Admiran -> ((So if the Al-Ucardians feed on K'hal, do they get fur stuck in their teeth?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( I'm sure he could be shaved. )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Fortunately, we also have medical facilities on board, which you will all be visiting soon for testing. Rhan K'hal -> They'll get quite a workout, we're all a bit battered. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Any chance I could get a spa treatment? ::She turned and headed back to where the rest of them where setting:: William Chocox -> ::sits down as well: William Chocox -> ((Are these guys vampires?)) Rhan K'hal -> :: harrumphs, stands up, still trying to keep his distance from the lying duo :: Cptn Swain -> (( Something like that )) Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glares at Rhan:: William Chocox -> ::shrugs:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glares back, showing his own fangs this time :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Studies them silently. Smiles again at Rhan.:: I see we have our first volunteer. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods at Tarian :: Anything to get a change of company for a while. Tandaris Admiran -> ::coughs, shudders:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Two other Al-Ucardian males arrive as backup while Tarian deactivates the forcefield. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Take those two to medical. ::Points at Rhan and Tandy.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::throws in some spasms for effect:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Are you going willingly or shall we use force? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> We prefer that you remain undamaged... for now. Rhan K'hal -> Lead the way, although my injured friend could probably use some assistance. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guard> ::One gestures for Rhan to exit the cell. The other stepped inside to take Tandy by the arm and haul him to his feet.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: exits :: William Chocox -> ((Damnit, we're splitting the party.)) Tandaris Admiran -> ::is limp:: William Chocox -> ::leans back aganst the cell wall:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::as the guard drags him out, he opens his eyes and winks briefly at the others:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Exhales:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::looks over to a Worried Maryse, Klein and a passed out Hunter:: It will be alright. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guard> ::Drags Tandy to his feet and throws him over one shoulder.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glances back to see Tandy being fireman's lifted :: That certainly qualifies as assistance. Thank you. William Chocox -> Well, I never realized how deeply I wanted to make sure that I died in my own body until now. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She smacked Will:: You're not going to die. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Seeing his opportunity, he rushed the guard holding Tandaris and jerked the guard's dagger from his belt, though he didn't have an opportunity to use it. The guard kicked out with one booted foot, striking Klein in the chest. The security officer was thrown against the back wall, striking hard. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: still looking back to see Klein's attempt :: And that certainly qualifies as stupidity. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::He laughed at the weak attempt and pointed to the naked blade now sitting in the middle of the cell.:: Would anyone else like to try? Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0809.2015 The away team has managed to repair the Vauban enough to escape the Scorpiad shipyard & hatchery, but are met with another obstacle upon reaching the surrounding mine field. An Al-Ucardian vessel has seemingly cleared the way for them, but is now blocking their route with weapons trained. Though once an enslaved race of the Scorpiad, the Al-Ucard are now at war with their creators. Unfortunately for the crew, because of the clever engineering modifications that were used to fool the hatchery's security systems, the Vauban is currently emitting a Scorpiad signal.

MISSION BRIEF: The crew is prepping to make their choice on escape plans. What will they do, and will it work? cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM cptn swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::headscratch mode:: Rhan K'hal -> :: frowning :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, watching Will and Klein sort through the pile:: William Chocox -> ::keeps sorting, trying not to ruin Ithene's hands:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Keeping an eyes on Tandy.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::slips behind the helm console to check as much status as he can, which isn't all that much:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: You sure you're okay to fly Hunter? Rhan K'hal -> :: frowns some more :: A guy can't get up to pace without someone stealing his seat. Hunter Matheson -> ::as he checks things:: Guess we'll find out, ma'am. Tandaris Admiran -> ::slumped against the front of a console, flushed and sweaty, clearly not looking his best:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Wraps up a skein of optical network cable and holds it out to Will.:: How about this? That vole thing chewed its way through several panels. Hunter Matheson -> ::looks to K'hal and vacates:: Sorry, sir. William Chocox -> ::takes it:: That'll be useful. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles:: It's okay. I just don't want you to push yourself. You've been through a lot. You can monitor power flow to the nacelles. Rhan K'hal -> :: Ithene :: So just how slow are you thinking for "slow and steady?" You realize at sublight it'll take weeks to get us beyond what we believe to be the active detection range of the Scorpiad defenses. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: I don't know if it's my call to make. Tandaris is the commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I'd like to get the weapons systems working. I know warp drive is more important, but we're going to vulnerable without weapons. Rhan K'hal -> If he doesn't want to drop dead he might want to choose the faster option, I don't know if he can last weeks without proper treatment. :: motions at the engineering monitor where Tandy slumps, flushed and sweaty :: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Klein:: If we take more than a few shots, we'd be toast. But I'll see what I can do. William Chocox -> Let's worry about staying alive more than destroying stuff. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Looks at Tandaris:: What does everyone think then? Maryse Dubois -> ::Scans Tandy.:: You should probably sit down for a moment. Tandaris Admiran -> We should get out of here. Maryse Dubois -> The faster the better. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Points at Tandaris.:: First good idea I've heard since we left. But what about warp? Is it sustainable? Tandaris Admiran -> We have all these parts Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad parts Rhan K'hal -> :: has already made his preference clear, lets everyone else get their say in :: Tandaris Admiran -> Security designed to keep unauthorized ships out, not in. Tandaris Admiran -> Make our engine signature look Scorpiad. Tandaris Admiran -> Sensor grid is old, malfunctioning. Maybe work. William Chocox -> He has a delirious point. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: The sensor modifications should still be working. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> So how soon can we get out of here? cptn swain -> Ithene> Warp drive is online. So, now if we want to. Rhan K'hal -> We want to. Tandaris Admiran -> Agreed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Then let's get out of here, for as long as the engines hold. We can't do jack just sitting here waiting for some lovely Scorpiad to happen by. We can deal with the security measures as we get to them. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Very well then. Helm, begin preflight. Rhan K'hal -> :: settles back into the helm, looks over to Hunter at one of the side consoles :: Don't get used to this, as soon as the Doc can get you patched up I'm more than happy to be a passenger. William Chocox -> Let's get dangerous. Rhan K'hal -> Beginning pre-flight. :: goes over the various thingies, at least the ones that are still relevant in their current condition :: Hunter Matheson -> ::feeling useless:: Yes, sir. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Leans ahead:: Hunter, keep an eye on the power levels. Rhan K'hal -> Propulsion systems online, the doors are locked and sealed and we're as ready to lift off as we'll ever be. Hunter Matheson -> ::snaps up:: Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> ::shifts positions to eye the board::: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Nods to R'han:: Take'er out Kitty. Hunter Matheson -> Power is stable. Rhan K'hal -> Hold on to your butts. Again. :: gently lifts the Vauban off the pad and heads for the exit :: Hunter Matheson -> ::taps one readout, and it comes alive, all good:: William Chocox -> ::holds on to "his" butt:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::just tries to keep breathing calmly from his position on the floor, propped up against the console bulkhead:: cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Takes her seat in the engineering seat:: Klein, keep an eye on the perimeter. Maryse Dubois -> ::kneeling down to Tandy.:: You should be in bed. Come on. Rhan K'hal -> Now since no one told me otherwise I'm assuming we're heading to our pre-arranged rendezvous point? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Hauls himself over to the tactical station and takes a seat, pulling up the sensor feeds.:: cptn swain -> Ithene> It's our best and where Excalibur will look for us. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: All righty, exiting the hatchery in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Hunter Matheson -> ::eyes on the board, watching for fluctuations when warp is engaged:: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets the Vauban pointed the right way for an expedient system egress :: William Chocox -> ::stops his teeth from chattering:: Rhan K'hal -> Beginning acceleration. :: does as deliberate acceleration up to warp 1 as possible to make sure everything is stable with the ship and warp systems :: Hunter Matheson -> Power is holding. Minor fluctuations. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Looking at the readouts:: cptn swain -> Ithene> Any sign from hatchery? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> No response from the Scorpiad station -- at least, no hostile response. The gravimetric feedback from the system's quantum singularity put some strain on the engines, but not enough to matter. Just a short trip to the edge of the system and then the minefield was ahead. Tandaris Admiran -> ::allows Maryse to help him to the bed:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks grim as the minefield approaches :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Helps him lay down.:: Try to stay here for a while. Your isoboromine levels are still a little low. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: The minefield. Hunter Matheson -> ::as the word drifts past, he hopes Sarris isn't there::: Rhan K'hal -> Let's hope A) it's more worried about things coming in than out and B) our Scorpiad parts and modifications pass muster. Cause if one blows up in our faces again I think I'll have more to worry about than another concussion. William Chocox -> Indeed. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: Good idea. No sedatives, though, please. I want to be conscious in case something happens. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Will, keep an eye on the sensor modifications. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I don't think it targeted us because of our ship signal. ::Grimly.:: We should have blasted something of a path on our way in. William Chocox -> On it. ::starts monitoring them:: Maryse Dubois -> Well you're in luck, cause I'm out of sedatives. Mr. Hunter got the last dose. Rhan K'hal -> :: Klein :: I'm counting on that hole still being there. Hunter Matheson -> K'hal> Power still steady. cptn swain -> Ithene> Keep our speed constant. Tandaris Admiran -> ::chuckles a little:: Oh, Greg. Tandaris Admiran -> ::still chuckling:: Rhan K'hal -> We're leaving a lot faster than we came in, trying to be all ninja-ship before. That should also give us an advantage. :: nods at Ithene :: Holding at warp 1. Maryse Dubois -> ::Puzzled.:: Why are you laughing about Greg? cptn swain -> Ithene> The field coils are functioning better than I hoped. Tandaris Admiran -> Well, I wasn't exactly forthcoming about the state of the empire in our little … sessions. Tandaris Admiran -> He's in for quite a shock. Maryse Dubois -> What did you tell him? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Blip on the sensors on the other side of the minefield. Tandaris Admiran -> It's more what I didn't tell him. Maryse Dubois -> Which was? Tandaris Admiran -> I may have … elided … over certain power struggles we think the Scorpiads are having lately. How they are losing control over some of their territory. Tandaris Admiran -> Other things we suspect but—well, I can’t go into it. Rhan K'hal -> Something beeped. I don't like beeping. What beeped? Hunter Matheson -> Wasn't helm, sir. Sensors... Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: Think he's headed for not so friendly territory? cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Looks at Klein:: Report. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Nothing good. ::Checking the short range.:: Looks like a ship. Our sensors are still a bit fuzzy, so can't tell what kind. Tandaris Admiran -> I think he's very much like that character from your Earth history who fell asleep and woke up a century later. Rhan K'hal -> :: mutters something unrepeatable in polite company :: Maryse Dubois -> Ah... Tandaris Admiran -> Rip Torn Wrinkle, I believe. cptn swain -> Ithene> ::Says something in her own language:: How long until we're clear of the minefield. Rhan K'hal -> 1 minute, 42 seconds. Hunter Matheson -> Power steady. cptn swain -> Ithene> Klien, anything more from our uninvited guest? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Ship on sensors launches something into the minefield, which sparks a chain reaction. Explosions galore. Hunter Matheson -> Whoa... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Uh... that. I hope we can do more than Warp 1. Hunter Matheson -> Brace for energy wave... Rhan K'hal -> :: mutters something even less repeatable in polite company :: cptn swain -> Ithene> Evasive. Hunter Matheson -> ::Rhan:: I'm thinking Warp 2 would work, sir. Rhan K'hal -> Evade where? The only place that's clear is where I'm already flying. If I go anywhere else I get closer to mines, not farther away. cptn swain -> Ithene> Transferring power to the shields, let's hope it doesn't blow anything out. cptn swain -> Ithene> Then go faster. William Chocox -> ::braces:: Rhan K'hal -> Go faster I can do... :: stomps on the accelerator, figuratively :: Hunter Matheson -> With any luck the wave should pass before we hit the explosion area, which makes us... mostly good. Hunter Matheson -> Okay... slight power flux... Hunter Matheson -> Power flux building.... Hunter Matheson -> And... leveling off.. Hunter Matheson -> Holding steady. Rhan K'hal -> :: backs down on acceleration settles, at warp 2.5 :: Hunter Matheson -> Little bit high, but.... cptn swain -> Ithene> Klein? Rhan K'hal -> Clearing the field, or at least what's left of it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Grumbles under his breath.:: Well, they aren't Scorpiad. ::He turns.:: It's an Al-Ucardian vessel. And they've got their weapons trained on us. cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM cptn swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0802.2015 The crew is prepping to make their choice on escape plans. What will they do, and will it work?

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: The Vauban away team has made repairs using Scorpiad technology and has taken a few minutes to catch their breath. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal -> :: leaning back with his feet up :: William Chocox -> ::sits back in his chair:: Hunter Matheson -> ::blink::: Hunter Matheson -> ::bolts up, dizzy, falls back:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::taking the opportunity while Maryse's back is turned to sneak out of bed:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Runs a hand through "her" hair:: Will, run another status check of the plasma manifolds. Jas -> ::alongside Klein, presumably:: William Chocox -> Aye ma'am. ::starts running the check:: Hunter Matheson -> ::wiggles toes...check:: Hunter Matheson -> ::wiggles fingers...check::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> K'hal, with Hunter indisposed, you'll have to do most of our flying. Think you can handle that? William Chocox -> And you're going to give me a bald spot if you keep running your hands through my hair like that. Tandaris Admiran -> ::wobbles into the cockpit:: Hunter Matheson -> :::eyes...check... ::sniff:: smell...check::: Hunter Matheson -> ::could really do without the smell part::: Rhan K'hal -> Now that my brain isn't rattling around in my head anymore, absolutely. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Back on the Vauban with all the stuff that he and Jas found, he was sorting through the various parts for engineering.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Good. Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls himself to a sit:: Jas -> ::picking through different parts, inspecting each one closely as he does so:: How about this one here? Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks at the troops, attempting to lean casually against the side of the cockpit entry so he doesn't fall over:: What's our status? Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the rest of his body parts: can't say much for the coveralls::: Hunter Matheson -> ::whew:: Rhan K'hal -> :: glances over at Tandy :: Still better than yours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Eh, that looks like it could be used for something. Put it in the hopeful pile. Hunter Matheson -> Man... ::sniff..sniff:: aww...man... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Commander. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Aren't you supposed to be resting? Hunter Matheson -> ::stumbles to the head:: Jas -> ::tosses over into small pile:: That pile's not growing nearly as quickly as the 'useless junk' pile... William Chocox -> Yeah...you should be in bed sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::on the way, jerks open a locker, looking for another set of overalls::: Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls 'em out:: Great.. Hunter Matheson -> Pink. ::sigh:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: I'll rest when we are dead. Or back on Excalibur. Preferably the latter. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> If you feel that way, Commander. Hunter Matheson -> ::drags them to the head, flops in, securing the hatch behind him:: Rhan K'hal -> To be perfectly frank, unless you can stay yourself I don't think it'd be a great idea having some of your more... "colorful" past hosts in range of buttons that can blow the ship up. William Chocox -> ::sighs:: Alright. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Will, status of the plasma manifolds? William Chocox -> ::checks his scan:: William Chocox -> I think they look good. At least as much as I can remember good manifolds looking. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Well. I think this is about as good as we're going to get. Hunter Matheson -> ::emerges several minutes later, a little cleaner - emphasis on the *little* - dressed in pink overalls obviously made for the opposite sex and smelling like a street walker::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: I am quite myself now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Unfortunately, that seems to be the way of it. We should check with engineering and have them take a look to see what they can actually use. Hunter Matheson -> ::wondering if it's better to smell like a Scorpiad egg or cheap perfume::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> With all due respect, Commander, it might be better if you didn't push yourself too hard. Jas -> ::nods:: I'll do that right away. Ah... who should I bring them to? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: Ah Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, you're right. Tandaris Admiran -> I'll just go back and lounge in the infirmary while the rest of you push yourselves beyond your limits trying to get us spaceworthy again. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: K'hal, let's begin engine startup. William Chocox -> Especially since we still need you ready and able to put us back right way round. Hunter Matheson -> ::wanders forward:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Go find Chocox and have him come in here and see if they need any more of this. Rhan K'hal -> All righty. Hold on to your posteriors. :: begins the startup sequence :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins lurching out of the cockpit slowly:: Got some reading to catch up on anyway. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Sighs:: Commander, take a look at the intermix chamber. Hunter Matheson -> ::grabs a handhold, hearing engine startup:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I had to reconfigure them from Will's memory. Hunter Matheson -> ::does he want to know who's driving?::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::smiles, but with his back turned to them they can't see:: No problem. Jas -> Right away ::leaves the room and heads out in search of Will:: Rhan K'hal -> :: dryly :: We haven't blown up. Yet. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Takes a seat at the operations chair:: Repairs seem to be holding. Jas -> ::pokes head in cockpit:: Chocox? Tandaris Admiran -> ::limps into engineering:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::stops jaw from dropping at the stacks of parts just in time:: What… Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Tandaris:: We'll need to keep a close eye on the field coils. They're Scorpiad in origin. Hunter Matheson -> ::continues his forward progress, slowly:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Glances to Tandaris.:: Yea, we thought some of this might help. Scrapped parts from the Scorpiad collection. Rhan K'hal -> All sublight propulsion systems look... I won't say good but at least serviceable. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: I am bringing the warp core online now. William Chocox -> Um...which Chocox? Hunter Matheson -> ::voices from the cockpit::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Klein:: I … what is … ::waves hand:: Never mind. I'm just going to ignore it. Jas -> ::blinks:: Chocox, Chocox. Engineering Chocox. Hunter Matheson -> ::stops to listen:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::lurches over to the warp systems panel, grunts as he reads the intermix chamber status:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: Which one. Rhan K'hal -> :: closes his eyes and says a little prayer while Ithene pushes the "ON" button for the warp core :: William Chocox -> The one with the gold tunic or the blue one? Tandaris Admiran -> +Ithene+ Intermix calibrations appear stable. You sure you don't want to stay in Chocox's body? You seem to be a natural at this. Rhan K'hal -> :: opens eye, looks over at Jas :: You might want to just say what you need, the one that feels most comfortable with the request will answer. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Admiran+ Not particularly, but good. I am going to begin bringing the warp drive online now. Tandaris Admiran -> ::leaning against the console:: Jas -> ::furrows brow and pauses a moment:: The one that's an expert on engineering related business and can make sense of the ship parts we're trying to organize. Tandaris Admiran -> +Cockpit+ By the way, what's the plan? Rhan K'hal -> :: tilts head :: He thinks we have a plan? Hunter Matheson -> ::hears the com:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Admiran+ We have a plan? Hunter Matheson -> ::no plan. right::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Jas:: What do you need? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Presses the button:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grimaces as the painkillers start to wear off:: +Cockpit+ I assumed you would have a plan. You were supposed to be the best Excalibur had to offer. Hunter Matheson -> ::snort:: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Warp drive begins to come online. Rhan K'hal -> +Tandaris+ How does "try to live for another day" sound for a plan?| Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Some of this stuff is still in good condition and can be retrofitted to the ship if we need it. Some might be junk, but better bring it than not. ::Keeping an eye on Tandaris.:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Cockpit+ Has no one else considered that we no longer have a Scorpiad on board? Jas -> We're trying to organize the spare parts so we can figure out what's useable and what's useless. Tandaris Admiran -> +Cockpit+ And that the moment we turn on the warp drive, we light up a sign saying, "Enemy vessel" to all defensive measures in the system? William Chocox -> That...might be a problem. Hunter Matheson -> ::Rahn:: Think I might be able to help somewhere. ::shrug:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Jas:: Make me a list and I'll see what I can do. Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over to see Hunter :: Rancid catnip, did the Doc fall asleep, everyone's escaping. Hunter Matheson -> ::looking around:: Uh... haven't seen her, sir. Cptn Swain -> Ithene>+Admiran+ I'd prefer to not blow up in space. Hunter Matheson -> And yeah. Sorry for the smell. Jas -> ::Ithene:: Well that's a bit of the problem... we don't always know what is what. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Jas:: Hmm... ::takes the PADD:: Here are some basic qualifications for good and bad parts, but Commander Admiran can help. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It will give him something to do. Rhan K'hal -> +Tandaris+ How about we use a single warp pulse to get past lightspeed and then coast as stealthily as possible until we get out of the system and past said defenses. Hunter Matheson -> ::Rhan:: Or put an egg aboard. Think that'll do it? Jas -> ::nods:: Got it ::retrieves the PADD:: Let me know if there's anything else I can assist with. Hunter Matheson -> Or does it have to be.. ::pushes off the wall and moves into the cockpit:: a grown one? Hunter Matheson -> This is all new to me, yanno. Tandaris Admiran -> +Rhan+ That would ordinarily be our best bet. Tandaris Admiran -> +Rhan+ I'm concerned the gravitational forces from the black hole would bleed our velocity too much, though. One pulse might not be enough. Hunter Matheson -> ::mutters:: 'course, you have to deal with the smell::: Hunter Matheson -> ::black hole?::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Slides into a console to check weapons status and their defensive systems, along with sensors.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Tandaris+ I'd consider a slingshot trajectory to use the gravity to our advantage but with the hull resembling a cheese grater I don't know if we could survive it. Hunter Matheson -> :::yeah, his brain is still foggy::: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Sighs:: Will, head down with Jas. See what they've found and help them sort it. Rhan K'hal -> :: Hunter :: No more eggs unless they're scrambled and served with lots of bacon. Jas -> ::turns and heads back to engineering:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Rhan+ We might have to risk it. Hunter Matheson -> ::nod to K'hal:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::R'han:: Bring up the tactical of the system with the gravity fields of the blackhole. William Chocox -> Aye ma'am. ::starts walking to where Jas is:: Rhan K'hal -> :: nods, does so :: Jas -> ::arrives in engineer and looks over to Klein:: How are we doing, sir? William Chocox -> ::walks into engineering:: Can I help you guys? Cptn Swain -> Ithene>::Nods:: Hmm.. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: I don't know what all these souvenirs are for. Tandaris Admiran -> ::points at the various piles:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> With all the damage we've taken, the sensor masking is likely going to be ineffective. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Well, we have shields -- somewhat -- but our weapons are down. Sensors are working, though. Short range is good. Long range is on the fritz, sometimes there and sometimes not. Rhan K'hal -> :: puts Engineering on a video conference to make things easier :: William Chocox -> Hm. William Chocox -> Hello K'hal. Jas -> ::nods to Tandaris and walks over to the pile:: Guess we'll just have to sort through all of these... Rhan K'hal -> If we end up doing the slingshot we'll probably have to put everything into IDF and SIF anyway, after the initial pulse there won't be much running to worry about masking. Jas -> ::begins picking through the 'hopeful' pile and comparing with information on his PADD:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> What if we take a slow, steady course. Tandaris Admiran -> ::slides down so he's sitting on the floor with his back against the console, watches the others:: William Chocox -> ::starts looking through the parts as well:: Hunter Matheson -> ::decides to contribute:: Ithene:: Should work. Jas -> ::mumbles to himself as he tosses one of the previous hopefuls to the pile of junk:: Rhan K'hal -> Because the longer we're in the system the more likely the defenses will pick up something from the ship? Hunter Matheson -> ::K'hal:: Not as quickly as a warp signature would. Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0726.2015 The Vauban away team has made repairs using Scorpiad technology and has taken a few minutes to catch their breath.

MISSION BRIEF: Hunter is no longer dying, but Tandy is still a bit touch and go. Will/Ithene have managed to fabricate a part to repair the Vauban, but are unsure if it will work. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois -> ::On the ship, tending to Tandy and Hunter.:: William Chocox -> @ So, do we think that's going to work? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> We should head back to the shuttle. +Klien+ Ithene to Klien. Rhan K'hal -> :: hauling one of the small-craft torpedoes out to turn it into a long rang carrier pigeon :: William Chocox -> @Do we have anything else we need to make? Tandaris Admiran -> ::appearing to stabilize, but still mumbling unintelligible phrases:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ Klein here. Go ahead. Rhan K'hal -> :: first things first, taking out the charge, because going boom is the last thing we want it to do :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Klein+ I think we have replicated the part we need. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> A hot tub would be nice. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Klein+ What's you're status? William Chocox -> @Outside my expertise, I meant parts for the ship. Rhan K'hal -> :: thankfully Starfleet has realized that torpedo casings are used for probes, comm buoys and pizza delivery so it's easily modded :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Now that's not true. There was that time Ensign Delany sweet talked you... wait why do I know that? Maryse Dubois -> ::Sits next to Tandy for a while.:: William Chocox -> @You're in my head? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ That's good, because we haven't found anything useful to use on the engines. I have plenty of candidates for other network materials and even patch materials for the hull, if needed. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::she frowned:: William Chocox -> @And will you stop sharing my romantic history? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Klein+ Good, bring them with you. We're going to head back to the shuttle. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> What if I added to it? Rhan K'hal -> :: takes the quantum charge out and stows it away in a safe place, while contemplating replicating a label that says "To: Greg with love" to paste on it :: William Chocox -> @::goes wide-eyed:: Don't you dare! Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::snorts:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Alright grab the part and let's go. We should be able to replicate another one if we need it. William Chocox -> @Ok. ::grabs the part and starts to walk back to the shuttle:: Rhan K'hal -> :: heads back to the casing and begins fitting the data module in place of the charge, all the while also copying it to the Vauban's memory banks, since he's the optimistic sort... for 5 minutes every 24 hours anyway :: Tandaris Admiran -> Not a ship. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I sometimes forget how prudish your species can be. William Chocox -> @It's not prudishness, it's wanting you to not screw with my body! Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I was only joking. ::was she?:: William Chocox -> @::gives her a look:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ Acknowledged. We'll meet you back there soon. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks over at Tandy.:: Hmm? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> William gets some "interesting" flashes of Ithene's memories involving her and Commander Hawthorne. William Chocox -> @::blinks intensely:: The Commander? Really? Rhan K'hal -> :: out of deference to the patients nearby, keeps his cursing to a murmur while trying to fit a square peg into a round hole :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Smirks and starts to walk out, pausing:: W-who? William Chocox -> @::is concentrating really hard:: Wouldn't have thought she was your type. ::starts walking again:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> S-she? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Ohhhhh... Miranda? ::snorts:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Scans the symbiont again, checking it's isoboromine levels.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: finally gets the buggering thing in, connects it up to the casing's systems and then sits back a moment :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: Where … Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Rhan+ Klein to K'hal. Tandaris Admiran -> ::moves left arm:: Used to have it. So beautiful. Rhan K'hal -> +Klein+ Go ahead el-tee. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Exhales surreptitiously:: William Chocox -> @I figure if we're sharing sexual history. Maryse Dubois -> Tandaris? ::Hoping she was talking to the right persona.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Rhan+ Any chance we still have transporter capability? We have a pile of stuff we need to bring back with us. Possible replacement parts for the ship. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I uh... wasn't sure who you meant there for a moment. ::Runs her tongue over her teeth:: There are a lot of commanders in Starfleet. William Chocox -> @::starts racking "his" brain:: Someone you shouldn't have been with? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Snorts:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: Where did it go? William Chocox -> @You seem nervous. Maryse Dubois -> Where did what go? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> It's nothing. William Chocox -> @Hm. Ok. Rhan K'hal -> +Klein+ Not through the Vauban, though I can initiate one through the command nexus if you give me very precise coordinates and an item inventory. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> +Rhan+ I can do that. Give me a moment and I'll send it over to you. ::Begins tapping furiously on his padd.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I wonder how much of our own memories we'll retain from this when they swap us back. Rhan K'hal -> +Klein+ Okiedokie. :: goes back to working on the casing until Klein gets everything sent over :: William Chocox -> @I don't know. Tandaris Admiran -> ::grabs Maryse's arm:: The SHIP William Chocox -> @I just want my body back. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::feigning hurt:: What's wrong William, you don' Cptn Swain -> t like my body? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Bats her eyes in a way that would be very unlike a thing Will would ever do:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks down at him grabbing her arm.:: Easy Tandaris. Just calm down. ::Sighs as she looks at him.:: Do you remember anything? About Gregg, and what he did to you? Tandaris Admiran -> Greg? Rhan K'hal -> :: gets all the parts hooked up inside the casing, now just has to switch the programming from "boom" to "zoom" mode :: Tandaris Admiran -> That bastard is out here? Tandaris Admiran -> Greg Feldman??? Tandaris Admiran -> He KNEW I discovered that transform before he did. Maryse Dubois -> Feldman? No, the Scorpiad. Tandaris Admiran -> The Scorpiad discovered a Brunsted–Fourier transform? Maryse Dubois -> ::Pauses a moment.:: Where do you think we are at the moment? William Chocox -> @::can't stop himself for chuckling:: I prefer seeing it from the outside. Tandaris Admiran -> I'm … we're … ::looks around:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::snorts:: And they said you don't have a sense of humor. William Chocox -> @Who said I don't have a sense of humor? Tandaris Admiran -> ::snaps fingers:: The Vauban. William Chocox -> @::feigns looking hurt:: Maryse Dubois -> Yes, and do you remember why we're on the Vauban? Rhan K'hal -> :: yawns, showing off his pearly white, very sharp instruments of death to the empty room while he prods at the padd with the casing's programming :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Gives him a playful smack:: Come along. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets up and turns on some Klingon opera at a reasonable volume to help keep him from going into a coding coma :: William Chocox -> @::drops the act:: No seriously, who says I don't have a sense of humor? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> K'hal's system beeps with all the information he needs to transport a varied list of parts and equipment. And also two security officers. Because screw walking when you could have your atoms ripped apart and reassembled. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets beeped, looks over the list while making his way into the cockpit :: Tandaris Admiran -> I was a ship. Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: But not anymore. Rhan K'hal -> Well, I suppose I should test the remote control on the parts before the people, I've already crossed one pair on this mission. :: starts inputting the parts into the station's transporter system :: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Arrives at the ship:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Will get me my engineering kit out of the shuttle. And check on Hunter. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ... and Admiran. Maryse Dubois -> No... ::Realizing what he is talking about.:: Gregg, the Scorpiad that was with us, took it from you. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Make sure the Commander is doing okay. Rhan K'hal -> :: initiates the transport in waves, transporting the parts into Greg's former bedroom :: William Chocox -> @Will do. ::sets down the part and walks into the shuttle:: How's everyone doing? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Takes a deep breath. She was tired and needed sleep, and would like her own body back. She also would like a hot chocolate and maybe cake. And a hot bath.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: watches the security feed from the bay to make sure everything is arriving as it should :: Oh, just peachy. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::That would have to wait.:: William Chocox -> Doctor? Rhan K'hal -> :: notes all going well with the transport, begins the next wave with the bigger hull-patch pieces being transported outside the ship, because duh :: Tandaris Admiran -> I can't … I can't remember. William Chocox -> ::looks over at Hunter's cutout and notices that it's not nearly as bad as before:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::As he and Jas shimmer into existence, he checks himself and his brain for any missing pieces and/or body swapping. So far, so good.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns.:: What is the last thing you remember? William Chocox -> ::grabs the engineering kit and walks back out to Ithene:: Hunter's doing better, Maryse is still working with Admiran. Rhan K'hal -> :: notes Klein and Cardboard Jas arrive and appear to be in one piece each as intended :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She kneeled, popping open the outside plating on the nacelle casing. She frowned, it was worse than she'd expected, but still workable.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Good. Rhan K'hal -> :: finishes up the transport and heads back to finish the work on the data probe, nodding at Klein & Co. on his way back :: Tandaris Admiran -> I'm not too sure about timing here. Tandaris Admiran -> I remember everything, except what I don't remember. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I am going to need to bypass the pre-stage flux tuner. William Chocox -> That doesn't sound good. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It just means warp could be a little... uh... bumpier. William Chocox -> I don't get warp sick. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Neither do I. William Chocox -> Well that's good because that's who matters. Maryse Dubois -> That... ::Sighs.:: I'll just let that go for now. Other than the obvious void in your memory, how do you feel physically? Rhan K'hal -> :: switches the music feed from Klingon opera to Andorian metal now that he's more awake; puts the finishing touches on the programming :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Starts sorting out the most likely usable pieces based on the repair list they pulled from the Vauban's computer.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: Tandaris Admiran -> Like I went three rounds with a Nausicaan Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Begins tinkering:: Tandaris Admiran -> After losing a round with a Klingon. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: Well relax for now. The team is working on fixing the ship. Hopefully we can get it out of here soon and back to Excalibur. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ So, big question. Do I load this puppy with all the data on it first in line to be shot out or last? Rhan K'hal -> :: bangs the casing closed and secures it :: Tandaris Admiran -> The ship … getting back … oh. ::sits up:: The Scorpiads are coming, aren't they? Tandaris Admiran -> We have to get out of here! Tandaris Admiran -> What's our status? Maryse Dubois -> It's a mess. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Rhan+ First. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Rhan+ If we get into any sort of... conflict... we're basically cooked. I have the main computer core more bypassed than a Christmas tree -- I hope you know what that means, I don't, but Will's brain suggests it's a messy tree. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Figured. At least we packed the anti-grav carrier, or I'd be considerably grumpier about that. William Chocox -> It's a...holiday thing. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::smirks at Will:: Rhan K'hal -> :: chuckles at the comparison, begins the process of hauling out the other two torpedoes so he can cram them all back in again in a different order :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::struggles to get out of bed:: I should be helping. Rhan K'hal -> :: grunts, not out of physical effort but of trying to get the torpedoes in and out of the very narrow loading slot; is like trying to play Operation with grill tongs :: Maryse Dubois -> You should be resting. Maryse Dubois -> I think they have things under control for the moment. Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEFING: While security explores another section of the Scorpiad hatchery in search of spare parts for their ship repairs, Ithene and William are attempting to use Scorpiad replicant technology to produce viable materials for the same purpose. Doctor Dubois has her hands full with Tandaris, who is still suffering from the multiple-personality disorder his symbiont is causing after being stripped of part of its consciousness, and Hunter, who is in a very bad way thanks to his bare-handed brush with the replicant goo and the invasive effects of the stuff on the human body. As usual, Rhan does his best to coordinate the entire affair from the Scorpiad operations center. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM William Chocox -> @ Ok...so denser this time? Cptn Swain -> @ Ithene> ::Glances to her tricorder:: Yes. Is their an intermix lever somewhere? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Poking about with Jas in search of scrap materials.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::bein miserable:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Ithene, I hope you've got that thing figured out down there. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Smiles to Will:: You know Will, this might just actually work. Maryse Dubois -> ::With Tandy, trying to keep him comfortable.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ We're still fine tuning it. Tandaris Admiran -> ::could use a cocktail with one of those tiny umbrellas in it:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::seriously though, not in great shape:: William Chocox -> @Let me see. ::looks around:: This might be it. ::adjusts and reruns the program:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ But, we're making progress. Will has managed to figure out how to get the fabricator to at least make the shape we need. Density seems to be another issue. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ I don't know about you, but I like my coil manifolds to be a little harder than jello. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ You might want to work a bit faster, as it's about a bit more than building parts now. The sergeant's close encounter with the goo is rapidly turning him into a pile of it. Literally, as it's reproducing inside him. You'll need to use the system to shut the goo in him down. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ What? Rhan K'hal -> :: and without further ado, transports the tripping, icky-looking Hunter down there :: Hunter Matheson -> ::splat::: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The device spits out a new manifold, but it's still overly soft. William Chocox -> @I don't even know anymore. William Chocox -> @::starts looking at the different controls:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::wrinkles his nose as Hunter transports into the room:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::slipping in and out of consciousness, mumbling various disjointed things from various personalities:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::would do the same if he could:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Scans Tandy and the symbiont once more, looking for any possible signs of improvement.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Let's just hope you can keep him above the consistency of jello too. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ Let's hope that transporting him didn't accelerate the process. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Makes an adjustment to her tricorder to work more like a medical trike instead of a standard one:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns as she looks at the results, then turns to Rhan.:: We need to move Tandaris to the ship while we still can. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Since we're fresh out of stretchers and people to carry him on said nonexistent stretchers, it was the only option. Unless you wanted me to ask him to walk. Rhan K'hal -> :: looks back to Maryse :: Is it safe to transport him? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ We'll discuss your use of "command prerogatives" later. Ithene, out. Maryse Dubois -> Probably not. Maryse Dubois -> Which is why we need to go now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> Hey there, bro. Looks like you're in a spot of trouble. Seems like old times, eh? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Takes a deep breath:: Hunter Matheson -> @: :blink:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Guess it's over. Rhan K'hal -> Why am I not surprised. :: secures his pair of phasers (one being Tandy's) so that the Trill can't try to wake up and grab one :: William Chocox -> @He doesn't look well ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::looks around:: Yeah, it's over. Long time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> Dying, huh? Yea, that's bad. Well, not all that bad. Just like falling to sleep. ::She smiled at him in that way she always did.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> No... he's not. Rhan K'hal -> I can fireman's lift him if you think he can handle that, otherwise we can split his appendages. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Looks at her tricorder:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I am an ... I don't even know what I am anymore, but I am not a doctor. Hunter Matheson -> @ : :blink:: What's with the 'bro? Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes head.:: Grab an arm. I don't want him to suddenly freak out if one of his personas surface while on your back. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::standing, he looks around:: Where am I? Maryse Dubois -> ::Kneels down and grabs Tandy's shoulder.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Candles! Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Okeydokey. :: bends down, takes Tandy's left side :: Tandaris Admiran -> I'm sorry I didn't buy the candles! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> Don't you know? Just that place that everyone goes to, I guess. Not much here, but that's your doing. This can be whatever you want it to be. Rhan K'hal -> There will be time later to get some candles, no need to be upset. Maryse Dubois -> ::Helps lift him and starts moving.:: It's alright. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Will... get me a sample of the goo. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Right. But you never said that before. Never called me Bro. William Chocox -> @::carefully gets a sample, making sure to not touch it:: Here you go. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## So I'm dead. Movin' on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> There's a lot of things I never did. A lot of things I'd do differently. Don't you feel the same? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> And uh... get me the engineering kit over there. Rhan K'hal -> +All+ Command nexus will be empty for a bit. Do please try not to have an emergency... well any more than we're already having. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Pffft... yeah. Never have you for a sister, that's one. ::smirk:: Rhan K'hal -> :: lets Maryse set the pace, as otherwise he'd arrive at the Vauban with only one half of Tandy :: Tandaris Admiran -> It's not all right … ruined everything … Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> It's strange. I am starting to have my own working memories back, but also... more of yours. William Chocox -> @::walks over and brings it back:: William Chocox -> @More of mine? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> ::She giggled and her laughter fell from the sky like scattered raindrops.:: Oh, is that all? ::She sobered after a moment, tilting her head to peer at him.:: You don't want to die, do you? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois -> Nothing is ruined. We just improvised is all. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Hell, why not. If I can't get back to battalion, might as well. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Bein' where I was was just as good as dead. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Pulls out E.M. spanner and runs it over the vial:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> ::She frowned.:: That's not like you at all, Hunter. You were never a quitter. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> It's a little disorienting to suddenly have a memory of something that I know isn't mine. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Like that night in Cabo San Luca... ::grins mischievously:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Besides... ::snort:: not dying means I'd be back in the goo, and, believe me, I don't want that. Tandaris Admiran -> Where is it? Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiads … Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Hell, no. Not a quitter. Just movin' on. Maryse Dubois -> Almost there. Rhan K'hal -> :: as much as he hates the Vauban, will be glad to get a few minutes on ground that isn't springy; starts a bit as Tandy mentions Scorpiads :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::steps up to her, in her face:: If I go back there, SIS.... ::Not believing she is:: You know they'll die. I can't allow that! Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## So get the hell outta my way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> I will not! You have so little faith. ::She sighed.:: You try to be so strong. You don't always have to be the strong one. Why must you always be the sacrifice? Rhan K'hal -> :: and speaking of the mechanical devil, there she is, holes and all :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## They're my team. ::sneer:: SIS... So just shut up. I. Will. Not. Endager. Them. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Alright. I think I figured something out. William Chocox -> @You keep that night to yourself damnit. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Snorts:: Don't worry. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Your secret's safe to me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> ::She slapped him. Hard.:: Wake up, Hunter! You are the one that keeps them alive! If you go, who will do your job? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Though really, Will, a Rigelian? I took you for more of an Orion-man myself. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::pokes her:: You don't have a clue! You have no idea what we've been through...what they will go through if I go back and smear what I have all over.... Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> To each his own though. William Chocox -> @::glares at her:: Rhan K'hal -> Normally I'd be annoyed they didn't lock the ship up behind them but with an armful of Trill I can't say I mind this time. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Right.. like I'm going to believe that. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Survive. Evade. Resist. Escape! Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::pokes her again:: YOU are the resist part of that sister. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Clinks the test tube:: So, thanks to your good work with the manifolds, I think we might have saved Hunter... well for now at least. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Got it written all over you. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gets inside.:: Put him in a bed. Hopefully I can find something to get his isoboromine level up again or else, well...I'm not a fan of performing surgery in such conditions. William Chocox -> @That's good. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods, helps Tandy into one of the beds :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> You've got the skills! So use them! ::Stubbornly refusing to move.:: You can't just die on them. Dead weight. Is that what you want to be? Your death their responsibility? Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## You don't have a clue. Rhan K'hal -> You gonna be alright dealing with him by yourself, Doc? Tandaris Admiran -> Swear I only killed two of them … Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: As long as he stays in bed. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> The goop's cells respond to electro magnetic pulses. I can't be sure, but I think his own nervous system is basically confusing them. Rhan K'hal -> There should be some restraints around somewhere, assuming they didn't get tossed to make way for GregSnax™. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I am going to uh... well it will take me a bit to explain. Anyway I am going to try and at least make them stop for a bit. Reversing the damage is another matter entirely, but I think we can work on that once we have. Maryse Dubois -> ::Begins searching through the last of her medical supplies, looking for something she might be able to use, or at least filter.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## It's not like that. You go through SOPS and see if you think the same. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## then get a real dose of SQT and you'd wash out in a New York minute, Babe. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Begins running her tricorder over Hunter's body:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> ::She snorted.:: I am not you, Hunter. I don't have your strength. You are the survivor. ::She poked him in the chest.:: You. Not me. You. I'm not the one lying there, waiting on death, giving up. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Now, let's see if that worked. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## ::shakes his head:: Not giving up, Sis. Keeping them alive. Rhan K'hal -> :: does a quick search, finds some basic restraints in a case of various odds and ends :: I'll just leave these nearby unless you want me to go ahead and strap him in now? Cptn Swain -> ( Hunter, give me a number 1-10 )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> ::She shrugged.:: But have it your way... I can't really stop you, you know. You're only arguing with yourself. ::She began to drift away, growing transparent.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## It's something you'd never understand. Trust me. I stay here, they live. Hunter Matheson -> (7) Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes head.:: Thanks, but no. That'll be a last resort. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## I go back, they even get NEAR me, and they die. Hunter Matheson -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## It's part of the code. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The activity of the goo has dramatically slowed and Hunter's vitals begin to stablize. Maryse Dubois -> ::Continues searching, frowning as she is coming up empty at the moment.:: William Chocox -> @I think that's good. Rhan K'hal -> Okay, call me if you need anything, I need to finish up with the downloads back in the command nexus. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ## In Hunter's Mind## Jessie> They won't leave you behind, Hunter... ::She called, as faint as a memory.:: Your death won't save them... Rhan K'hal -> :: very rarely does he resort to 4-legging it, considering it rather primitive, but wants the speed boost to get back there; zooms off back to the command nexus :: Hunter Matheson -> @::jerks:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> That's likely the best I can do for now. Once Rhan gets him back to the Vauban, the doctor might be able to do more. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene>::Will:: Alright, let's see if we can make a real manifold and not a sponge cake, eh? Rhan K'hal -> :: re-enters the command nexus, checks the status of the download :: William Chocox -> @I'mma trying! ::blinks:: What the hell was that? ::tries to find where to increase the density:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Rhan+ Ithene to K'hal. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ K'hal, go. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I've managed to stall out the goo in hunter. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Khal+* Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Excellent, nicely done. How's he doing? Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +K'Hal+ But that's all I am going to be able to do for him. The doctor might have more luck actually reversing the effects. He's stable, for now. Rhan K'hal -> :: gets beeped by his storage PADD that the download is complete :: Hunter Matheson -> @ :::on time...on target::: William Chocox -> @Maybe this will do the trick. ::tries again:: Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +k'Hal+ Nearest I can tell, the goo, was as you suspected in a state of replication. It seems that his own nervous system was accelerating the process. Maryse Dubois -> ::Finds a little something in a spare kit.:: This should do it for now. :;Injects it into Tandy.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> As the replicant goo settled into a state of inactivity, Hunter's acid trip dissipates. William Chocox -> @::looks over to see the goo taking shape.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::drifting:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ I suppose I'll add "goo detective" to my resume if we live through this and get back to the Federation. Do you think he's stable enough for transport this time? Or is Klein back around yet to help me get him over there if you would prefer manually. I wouldn't want to overstep my emergeny transport authority again so soon. Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> +Khal+ ::Keeping a level voice:: He should be fine to transport. Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Will's efforts seem to have finally paid off and the manifold is much sturdier. Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins breathing more normally:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ All righty. I've also completed the download so I'll be going back to the Vauban to do some torpedo modding. William Chocox -> @Ah-ha! Hunter Matheson -> @ ::slight movement:: Rhan K'hal -> :: sets up transport for Hunter into one of the other spare beds... is going to miss these Scorpiad transporters :: Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ K'hal to Dubois, Mr. Matheson will be incoming now. :: transports :: Hunter Matheson -> ::shizzle...fizzle:: Rhan K'hal -> :: takes Tandy's discarded tricorder and sets up as much of a relay between the command nexus and the Vauban as is possible before leaving and jogging back to the Vauban :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::opens his eyes:: William Chocox -> @How's that ma'am? Tandaris Admiran -> ::yawns:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Watches Hunter materialize.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::slithers onto the floor:: Cptn Swain -> ...and... Hunter Matheson -> ::rash, spots, itch, nogoo::: Rhan K'hal -> :: jogs back onto the ship and heads for a torpedo :: Hunter Matheson -> : :blink::blink:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0719.2015 Hunter is no longer dying, but Tandy is still a bit touch and go. Will/Ithene have managed to fabricate a part to repair the Vauban, but are unsure if it will work.

SD 0712.2015 While security explores another section of the Scorpiad hatchery in search of spare parts for their ship repairs, Ithene and William are attempting to use Scorpiad replicant technology to produce viable materials for the same purpose. Doctor Dubois has her hands full with Tandaris, who is still suffering from the multiple-personality disorder his symbiont is causing after being stripped of part of its consciousness, and Hunter, who is in a very bad way thanks to his bare-handed brush with the replicant goo and the invasive effects of the stuff on the human body. As usual, Rhan does his best to coordinate the entire affair from the Scorpiad operations center.

MISSION BRIEF: Sitrep: not good. The Vauban's team has been stranded on the hatchery with a busted ship. Commander Admiran is having a bit of a personality disjunction as a result of having the ship "personality" removed from him; the Doctor is doing her best. Kitty is working on downloading as much of the Scorpiad files as he can, while also keeping balls in the air with the rest of the team. Ithene, Will, Klein and Jas are seeing if they can use what appear to be replicant goo to make replacement parts for our broken ship, while Hunter has a rash breaking out after an encounter with said goo in raw form. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ Uh... say, guys? Hunter Matheson -> # ::watching it creep up his arm:: Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Still having issues, Mr. Matheson? Jas -> @ ::looking a little perplexed:: So now what? Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ ...about that goo? Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ It might be a good idea to stay away from it... Tandaris Admiran -> ::apparently losing his mind:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Scanning Tandy again as she continues to deal with the personality disorder.:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::begins to scratch:: Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Unless you want to get out behind the Vauban and push we sort of need it. What's the problem? William Chocox -> @Well, if we can figure out the density we need, we might be able to do something with this. Hunter Matheson -> # ::itch itch itch::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grimacing in pain, face slackens as he undergoes another shift:: Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ I got this rash creeping up my arm from contact with it. Not sure what it is, but it's red and it itches and it... moving? Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks around:: Whoa. Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head :: Jas -> @ ::blinks:: I'm security personnel, not a Scorpiad. Just, ah, point and tell me what to do. Tandaris Admiran -> ::goes over to the nearest wall, touches it:: Maryse Dubois -> Easy does it. ::holds up her hands.:: Can you tell me your name? Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ The Doc is up in the command nexus. Can you make your way up here or do you want a transport? Hunter Matheson -> # ::tromps aft to the emergency kit:: +COM+ If you got a transport, that would be nice. Tandaris Admiran -> ::turns to Maryse, big wide grin:: This is amazing. William Chocox -> @Commander? You're more knowledgeable than I at this at the moment. Tandaris Admiran -> This feels so real. Maryse Dubois -> Uh, sure... Hunter Matheson -> # ::opening the locker, pulls out the kit and flips it open, looking for itch cream, anti-rash cream, whatever:: Tandaris Admiran -> I mean, I've had some awesome trips before. Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Stand by for transport... not sure how these Scorpiad transporters feel so hold onto your butt. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Well, now we just need to figure out what we need to make our ship work and how dense we can get this stuff. It isn't going to be a sub for metal, but we can maybe fabricate some of the Vauban's guts. Tandaris Admiran -> But this ::spreads arms:: beats them all. Hunter Matheson -> # ::deep breath and a cringe, holding the med kit:: Rhan K'hal -> :: heads over to the transporter panel, locks onto Hunter in the Vauban, and initiates transport, magically removing his # in the process :: Maryse Dubois -> Who are you? Tandaris Admiran -> ::momentary frown:: I don't remember what I took … but it must have been good stuff. Hunter Matheson -> ::materializes dressed in a worker's coveralls and over-sized work boots:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::bounds towards Maryse:: Oh, I'm sorry. Manners. Even with hallucinations. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> ::Glances to Jas.:: I think we need to explore the other part of the station and see if they have anything else we might be able to use. Feel up for a stroll? Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes open, he exhales, and looks around:: It worked? Tandaris Admiran -> ::bows:: Algene Admiran, at your service. Hunter Matheson -> ::whew:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sees Hunter materialize:: Whoaaaaaa. Tandaris Admiran -> Best. Trip. Ever. Maryse Dubois -> Hi. I'm Maryse Dubois, Doctor. Rhan K'hal -> Give the Doc a moment, she's dealing with Admiran number... four or five? I'm losing count. Jas -> @ ::raises an eyebrow at Klein with a grin:: Aren't I always, Lieutenant? ::gestures somewhat theatrically for Klein to lead the way:: William Chocox -> @ Well, someone somewhere has a list of what we need, we've been working on the Vauban for the better part of the day. Hunter Matheson -> ::Admiran:: Yes, sir. Works pretty well, that transporter. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sways slightly:: Oh. Tandaris Admiran -> Feeling a little dizzy now. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits down:: Probably should just … wait this out. Hunter Matheson -> ::still clutching the med kit, he relaxes and continues to hunt through it for some kind of itch cream:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: You might. Admiran is injured and all of it's past lives are emerging. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Why don't you pull it from the Vauban's computer? You can probably access it from here. ::Looks to Klein and Jas.:: Don't get lost, now. William Chocox -> @Alright...let me try...got it! Hunter Matheson -> ::then catches the convo between Admiran and the doc:: Maryse Dubois -> You just relax for a while. It seems I need to help someone else. ::Looks to Rhan.:: Keep an eye on him. William Chocox -> @::pulls up the list of what they need, which is distressingly long:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks over to Hunter.:: What seems to be the problem? Rhan K'hal -> :: peeks at the rash on Hunter :: You got that by touching the repligoo? Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Will do... hopefully none of the hosts didn't like felinoids. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Nods to Ithene and walks out with Jas, heading further down the corridor, away from the Vauban.:: Keep your eyes peeled and your tricorder out. We're looking for metallic signatures. Hunter Matheson -> ::shows his left arm, covered with a rash that is creeping up to his neck::says to both doc and Rhan:: Yes, sir.. ma'am. Tandaris Admiran -> ::giggles:: Past hosts? Silly. Tandaris Admiran -> I wish I had some previous hosts' memories. Hunter Matheson -> Had to strip my uniform off to get rid of the darned thing it was so hard. Like a cocoon.. Jas -> $ ::to Klein as they head down the hallway:: When have we ever gotten lost? Except for that one time on Moban V... and that other abandoned colony... ::gets out tricorder and starts scanning:: Hunter Matheson -> Wait. Repligoo? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (Hunter, door number 1, 2, or 3? ) Hunter Matheson -> 7 Tandaris Admiran -> ::eyes widen at Rhan:: You are a GIANT TALKING CAT. Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to Tandy:: Then you are the first? Rhan K'hal -> Yes, I am. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: YOU ARE ADORABLE. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( Door number 7? Hmmm, that's a trap door. Heh Heh heh. ) Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks back at Hunter.:: Have you touched anything with that arm? Hunter Matheson -> ::hearing Tandaris, yeah, he's in another dimension, maybe a dream?::: Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma Tandaris Admiran -> I am totally going to paint you when I come down. Rhan K'hal -> Why thank you. Just don't ask me to purr, I don't have the right biology for that. William Chocox -> @I really wish this was a shorter list. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Hit up against the goo that's on the outside of an egg, then slipped and fell in it. Hunter Matheson -> (I always choose 7) Maryse Dubois -> ::Scan his arm, frowning.:: Rhan K'hal -> So you're an artist? Does the... chemical assistance help you with your creativity? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Glances over his shoulder and sighs.:: Yes, well... it could be worse. Got any ideas on what we could reasonably replace? Hunter Matheson -> ::as he watches the doc:: Then I tried to get it off, and it started to harden. William Chocox -> @::looks over the list:: Hm...maybe...don't know...need my body...maybe this... Hunter Matheson -> Had to strip off my uniform. It's hanging in the Vau. William Chocox -> @ ::is labeling the various pieces:: Hunter Matheson -> Think it's gonna get worse if I scratch? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Ha! Don't tell her that. ::Scans the corridor, but it is just more of the same with biomatter surrounding them. They reach the unexplored part of the hatchery and the squishy door squishes open.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: as usual, keeping his ears on a swivel, hears what Hunter has to say to Maryse :: Maryse Dubois -> Yes, don't touch it. Hunter Matheson -> ::lips purse:: Maryse Dubois -> As a matter of fact, don't touch anything at all. Especially with that arm. Tandaris Admiran -> ::blinking, massages head:: Mmm, I really don't feel well now. Hunter Matheson -> Ooooh..kay. Hunter Matheson -> So I'm contagious? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter's rash starts to develop purplish spots, starting at his hand. Jas -> $ Yeah, well... ::eyes door cautiously:: I don't think I'll ever get used to those. Hey, I think I've got something ::holds up tricorder which is displaying a very faint signal:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::head snaps up, body tenses, seems more alert:: Rhan K'hal -> +Goo Room+ K'hal to Ithene. Looks like that goo isn't great for one's skin... or anything else. So if you were having any thoughts of playing with it I wouldn't recommend it. Maryse Dubois -> ::Reaches into her own kit, pulling out a hypo.:: Possibly Hunter Matheson -> ::watching his hand:: Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes snap back to Admiran :: Hunter Matheson -> Huh. Weird. Tandaris Admiran -> ::stands, jumps back, surveying room:: Tandaris Admiran -> Where am I? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> +K'hal+ We weren't, but thanks for the heads up. Just a note -- the processed stuff seems fine. No reactions to the touch. Hunter Matheson -> ::Doc:: So, yeah... it's not a good idea to make contact with that goo... Maryse Dubois -> ::Injects it into his unaffected arm.:: This will at least help with the itch. ::Pulls out a wrap, handing it to Hunter.:: Wrap your arm in this for now. Tandaris Admiran -> ::studying them:: Caitian and humans imply Federation contact … but this appears to be some kind of organic superstructure. Rhan K'hal -> Stuck in a space station built by a species you've never heard of in the Gamma Quadrant. No biggie. Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Good eye. Hunter Matheson -> ::fumbles with it, then begins to wrap, one-handed:: Thanks, ma'am. William Chocox -> @Ok...with what I can remember about engineering, I think these are the items we can replace. ::shows her the list:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: Let's say that's true for a moment. Why don't I have any memory of coming here? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Eyes Will in her body.:: I'd forgotten how awesome that suit makes my butt look. And that cute little furrow between my brows when I'm thinking about stuff. William Chocox -> @You're...welcome? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Eyes Jas' signal and flicks his chin at a right-hand corridor.:: Down there, maybe? Let's go have a look. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I'm afraid it's all I can do for the moment. I'm running short on supplies, and this may be something I need my full lab on. Tandaris Admiran -> ((You're just so HAWT, Will. Own it.)) Rhan K'hal -> There was an incident involving the symbiont, your isoboromine levels are low and your memory is actually coming out of the symbiont to control the host body. Hunter Matheson -> ::nods to the doc, continuing to wrap:: It'll be fine, Doc. Not to worry. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Gets really close and eyes his list. Something in her Will-thene brain clicks and she touches several options, highlighting them.:: Those look right. And the fluids, too. We just need to download the molecular makeup of those materials and program them into the eggs. Jas -> $ ::nods to Klein and strides down the hall:: Still, that whole debacle on Moban V was definitely your fault ::keeps one eye on the tricorder:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::fixes Rhan with a sceptical stare:: Really. Tandaris Admiran -> That seems like an unlikely story. William Chocox -> @And I forgot how good of an engineer I actually am. Rhan K'hal -> So is being on an organic construct of a space station, and yet here you are. William Chocox -> @With your permission? Tandaris Admiran -> I find it more likely that I've been captured. ::smacks fist against his palm:: Which means I screwed up somewhere. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Try and relax for now, and remember not to touch anything for the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter's purple splotches start to ooze a foul-smelling liquid that makes the skin itch even more. That rash is still spreading, now across his chest and up his neck. Maryse Dubois -> ::Thinking she's going to have a full sickbay when this is all done.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::suddenly gasps and doubles over in pain:: Hunter Matheson -> ::moves away from the group, watching the thing grow:: Rhan K'hal -> :: muzzle curls in disgust at the new smell originating from Hunter :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Sure, let's give it a shot. I'll help. ::Stands over next to the console, her/his hip jutted out in a very Ithene-way.:: Maryse Dubois -> Oh...::Steps back a bit.:: William Chocox -> @I never thought my hip would be able to pop like that. Hunter Matheson -> ::gritting his teeth, fighting the urge to scratch, calling on his SERE training:: William Chocox -> @ ::starts downloading the molecules:: Rhan K'hal -> Easy, just relax and sit down. We're doing everything we can for you in our limited circumstances, you shouldn't exert yourself. Maryse Dubois -> Try not to move much. :;Sighs as she grabs her tricorder.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Sorry, I don't remember it that way. ::Smirks.:: Privilege of rank. How many meters now? Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Are we going to have to quarantine him? :: head tilts to Hunter :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Brings up its memory files from the station download.:: I'm checking to see if I can find something in the Scorpiad database. Maryse Dubois -> Quarantine with what? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Grabs her/his butt and gives it a squeeze.:: You're muscular definition isn't bad for being an engineer, though you could use a few sit ups. ::Pats her/his stomach.:: Rhan K'hal -> Greg's little 'abode' is still available. Jas -> $ ::grunts:: You don't remember anything... when it's convenient ::points ahead to the end of the corridor:: Right there, not much further. Hunter Matheson -> ::turning the creed over in his mind, repeatedly:: William Chocox -> @It's probably the junk food replacing a real meal during shift. Easier to eat elbows deep into a EPS conduit. Tandaris Admiran -> ::moaning slightly from pain:: Unnggghhh, what's happening? Hunter Matheson -> ::moves farther from the group, the team, preserving the whole:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Mysteriously, the rash stops spreading, but Hunter begins to have the most fascinating hallucinations. Rhan K'hal -> :: opens tricorder to scan Admiran, hoping the tricorder is rather specific about anything that might be happening because this particular K'hal isn't the one with the M.D. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::sits, trying to get a grip:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Looking up to Hunter from the tricorder. Frowns.:: I'm having trouble finding something on this. Hunter Matheson -> ::psychedelic colors, wave upon wave, like the aurora borealis as the itch magnifies:: Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Let's switch Doc, Admiran's having issues more in your line of work and I'm better at computers. Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to Tandy.:: How are his isoboromin levels? Hunter Matheson -> ::gritting his teeth to keep from screaming::I will not disgrace my proud heritage.. on time..on target.. never quit::: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ ACTION> Klein and Jas find another storage bay, though this one was extremely large and contained a dozen different types of ships, all small shuttle-sized spacecraft, and all of them a different configuration, from a different species of space-faring people from the GQ. They're in rough shape, with pieces of the hull missing like they'd been dissected, and none are space-worthy. Maryse Dubois -> ::Moves over to Tandy.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sweating profusely, not doing great:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter can now smell colors. Hunter Matheson -> :::colors swirl around him, faces of those lost:: Rhan K'hal -> :: swaps places with Maryse, uses the station's multi-pathway neural data storage for all it's worth to look for anything useful from her search parameters :: Jas -> $ And next time we end up stranded on a -- ::sees the hangar:: Whoah. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> And taste emotions. Hunter Matheson -> ::synesthesia sets in:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Kneels to Tandy, scanning the symbiont.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> So what do you want to try first? I reckon we're going to have to make several attempts before we get the densities right. Rhan K'hal -> :: mutters Rhan K'hal -> :: ...about how 85% of the medical data in the system is about the bloody ships :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Whistles.:: I don't think they've collected these for flying. Looks like an engineering experiment. Maryse Dubois -> :;Frowns at the results.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: gets a hit, frowns at the results :: William Chocox -> @Something from the propulsion system? Hunter Matheson -> ::puke:: Rhan K'hal -> :: then frowns some more from the vomit :: Jas -> $ ::wanders into the hangar, following the signal from his tricorder:: Let's see if we can do something about continuing that tradition.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Okay, let me see the structure. If we use both our brains, we should be able to make it work. I'm good... or I was good... you're current brain is good.... at molecular structuring. Tandaris Admiran -> ::not really coherent or focusing any more:: William Chocox -> @Alright. ::brings it up, fiddling with the makeup:: This looks about right... Hunter Matheson -> ::shivering from the strain:: Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Based on our similar expressions neither of us is seeing good news right now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Some of this might work, though I don't recognize any of the ship designs except that one, which is a Vorta vessel. I think that one might be Al-Ucard. Maryse Dubois -> ::Thinks back on something Admiran's doctor persona said about other chemicals. She searches in her kit for what few vials she had left. Pulling one out she glances at it.:: Like a bandaid over a knife wound, but it will buy a brief amount of time... ::Sets it in the hypo, and taps a few setting on it. once satisfied, she injects Tandy, close to the symbiont area.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::grunts, but stops shuddering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Alright, let's give it a shot. ::Helps him program the egg and adjusts for greater density.:: Start the run cycle. Jas -> $ I'd want to take a closer look and see exactly what they were doing if I didn't want to get out of here and find that bug Greg as soon as possible ::signal on the tricorder is getting stronger:: William Chocox -> @Running. ::starts the process:: Hunter Matheson -> ::watching his body, his brain deteriorate, it's hard to focus:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Agreed. Are you reading metallic structure that's close to what we use? Rhan K'hal -> Okay, Doc. This is what I found. The repligoo is an assortment of engineered microbes suspended in a semi-organic medium. The microbes are controlled and use the medium to create whatever is ordered through the system. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Will - heads or tails? )) Jas -> $ ::nods once:: Yes, we seem to be getting closer to it. Are you reading anything else? William Chocox -> ((Tails)) Rhan K'hal -> Seems like some of the microbes were activated by Mr. Matheson as he attempted to get the stuff off of him, but without any guidance from the controller it seems they've defaulted to reproductive mode. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ACTION> The Scorpiad replicant finishes the cycle quickly and opens to reveal the part Will wanted, but is still a bit squishy and not dense enough for use on the ship. Maryse Dubois -> Can you find the controller? William Chocox -> @I don't think that's how we wanted it. Rhan K'hal -> Not sure which one he found but the one that Ithene and Will are using should work too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> I'm getting pings off several of these things, but nothing we can use. I want to take a look at the insides, though. There might be different materials inside. Rhan K'hal -> Hope they've figured it out enough how to send the "off" signal or Mr. Matheson is going to be a pile of goo eventually. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I'm not sure if Tandaris is able to move at the moment, but you should see if you can try with them. Jas -> $ ::takes a breath:: Alright then, onwards we go... Hunter Matheson -> ::startin' to feel like a pile of something:: Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Hunter Matheson -> ::not sure it's goo, though:: Hunter Matheson -> ::more like a cow chip:: Hunter Matheson -> ::meadow muffin:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> END SIM

SD 0705.2015 Sitrep: not good. The Vauban's team has been stranded on the hatchery with a busted ship. Commander Admiran is having a bit of a personality disjunction as a result of having the ship "personality" removed from him; the Doctor is doing her best. Kitty is working on downloading as much of the Scorpiad files as he can, while also keeping balls in the air with the rest of the team. Ithene, Will, Klein and Jas are seeing if they can use what appear to be replicant goo to make replacement parts for our broken ship, while Hunter has a rash breaking out after an encounter with said goo in raw form.

MISSION BRIEF: With their stolen ride stolen by their Scorpiad prisoner Greg, and not enough power to attempt another ship hatching, the away team is currently stranded in the Scorpiad ship hatchery. Their shuttle, the Vauban, is in rough shape and needs extensive repair work. Currently, life support, shields, and sensors are functional, but the shuttle does not have warp capability or weapons control. The team has started searching the hatchery in hopes of finding materials that might be compatible with their own systems. Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> # ::doin some head scratchin:: Rhan K'hal -> :: still in the command nexus, finishing up the data download and doing what he can otherwise to assist the hunter/gatherers :: William Chocox -> So...what's the plan now? Maryse Dubois -> :;Stays with Tandy, checking his vitals ever so often.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::unconscious, but neurotransmitter levels show serious distress in the symbiont:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::hunting through the hatchery lookin' for stuff, hummin' the AF tune:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns, since there isn't much she has that can help the symbiont at the moment.:: Hang in there Admiran... Rhan K'hal -> :: glances over at Maryse :: How's he doing? Hunter Matheson -> # ::stuff to fix the V'b, patch it up, make it go:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::our ship is broken; can you make it go?:: Maryse Dubois -> Tandaris is somewhat stable. Admiran on the other hand...not so well I'm afraid. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +William+ Chocox, what's your location? I think we need some engineering expertise out here. William Chocox -> +Klein+ Searching through datafiles, and my apologies, but my engineering expertise is a lot less than it used to be. Tandaris Admiran -> ::effects of sedative appear to be wearing off:: Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks for a moment until the joined Trill bit clicks in his mind, sighs :: I don't think there's anything on this station that'd be helpful to you. Pity the last one blew up. Hunter Matheson -> # ::souls of men... dreaming of skies to conquer, never saw a scorpie before::: William Chocox -> +Klein+ Though I'll help any way I can. Where you at? Hunter Matheson -> # ::slips and slides into an egg and pulls off, covered in goo::: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs at the comment and notices the sedative begin to wear off.:: Things just get worse... ::Looks at the last sedative in her kit.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::starting to come to:: Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls out his padd, begins working on the programming he'll need for the torpedo-into-comm-buoy modifications :: Hunter Matheson -> # ::squisihing the goo in his palm:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +William+ Oh, right. Forgot about that. Well, come have a look and maybe it will trigger something. I'm in the hatchery in storage. We found some sort of programmable... ah... eggs... William Chocox -> +Klein+ Ok then... Hunter Matheson -> # ::checking it out:: William Chocox -> ::starts walking that way:: Maryse Dubois -> He's waking up. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::looks at her tricorder and moves a but further down the hallway.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: puts the padd down and joins Maryse in case she needs any assistance :: Hunter Matheson -> # Hm.. ::sloshes toward the V'b:: William Chocox -> @ ::walks up to Klein:: What can I do you for? Tandaris Admiran -> ::eyes open, mumbling unintelligibly:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> ::Peering into one of those opened 'eggs'.:: Well... these things seem to be designed to fabricate or... maybe 'cook'... what we need. Not metal, or anything, but maybe some of the polymers you were looking for. K'hal said he had a way to activate them. We just need to know if it'll make what we need. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She paused looking behind her into the darkness of the Hatchery, and then back to the hatch that separated it from the "third" section of the complex:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::squishing it more and more between his hands::: Maryse Dubois -> Relax. ::Keeps a hand on Tandy's shoulder.:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::starts playing with it like silly putty::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks around, eyes darting between the two of them, frowning:: Tandaris Admiran -> Wh-where? William Chocox -> @ Hm...where's Ithene? Hunter Matheson -> # ::slips and slides on his way out to the v'b::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Eh... I don't know. I thought she was with you guys. Maryse Dubois -> Gregg...Do you remember anything? Hunter Matheson -> # ::steps into the Vauban, looking around for their engineer::: Rhan K'hal -> :: considering their situation and his general grumpiness lately, somehow puts on his concerned, adorable putty-tat face so as not to scare any more past hosts out of Tandy :: Tandaris Admiran -> Greg? Tandaris Admiran -> What kind of name is that? Hunter Matheson -> # ::grabbing a towel to get the goo off his hand, it sticks to the towel::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks at her, at Rhan, blankly:: Who are you? Hunter Matheson -> # Great.. Hunter Matheson -> # ::and his hand:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ Commander, what's your location? Hunter Matheson -> # ::sigh:: Even greater. Maryse Dubois -> He sold us out.... ::Pauses.:: Wait. ::Scans Tandy's head and the symbiont.:: William Chocox -> @ ::starts looking over the fabrication modules:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::she paused, considering before tapping her commbadge:: +Klein+ In the hatchery. Hunter Matheson -> # ::tugging, pulling to get the eggy mass off his hands, the towel slips to his uniform:: Aw... shizzle. Rhan K'hal -> I'm Rhan, the general button-pusher. And Greg is a silly name. I don't suppose you happen to remember yours? Hunter Matheson -> # ::twist, turn, shake:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Klein+ I thought I found something worth looking into. Nothing yet though. ::She paused at the hatch:: What's your status? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: You are … human. ::Rhan:: And you’re Caitian. Tandaris Admiran -> So this must be a Federation outpost of some kind. Maryse Dubois -> Right. ::Looks at the reading.:: Rhan K'hal -> Yes and definitely no... :: looks at Maryse with concern :: Hunter Matheson -> # ::one free hand, one stuck to the towel, his arm wrapped in the goo... that it slowly solidifying;:: Maryse Dubois -> No, Scorpiad. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up, looking around:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ Are you alone??? Maryse Dubois -> Can you tell us your name? Tandaris Admiran -> I feel strange. What happened? Why don't I remember how I came here? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse, snappy:: Of course I can; I'm old, not senile, dear. It's Liann, Liann Admiran. Rhan K'hal -> :: blink... blinkety-blink :: Hunter Matheson -> # ::hops over to the com:: +COM+ Hey... uh.. someone come help me in the Vauban. I'm... glued? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Klein+ Yes. Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Say what, now? Hunter Matheson -> # +Rhan+ Hey, sir. Well...::grits his teeth:: I'm kind of tied up in the Vauban with this stuff that came off the egg... can't get loose and it's getting... pretty hard. Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns.:: Liann, how many previous host for Admiran are there? Hunter Matheson -> # +Rhan+ Kind of looks like... not quite sure. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She began walking again. The hatch opened into another dark passage way. Her eyes took a moment to adjust.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> ::Swears under his breath.:: +Ithene+ Don't you think that's a bit foolish?! I've got your body in here and a mind that'd very much like to get his back. What if something happened to you while you were out there alone? We're coming to find you. Tandaris Admiran -> Four—wait a minute. ::narrows eyes:: How do you know about symbionts? Tandaris Admiran -> ::attempts to stand, but is still shaky, so settles for scrabbling backward slightly:: Tandaris Admiran -> Who are you people? Why did you bring me here? Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ :: audible sigh, mumble, then sees the situation with Tandy getting a bit out of hand :: You'll have to hang on a bit. Hunter Matheson -> # ;:hops over to rub against the bulwark:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Klein+ ::She sighed, audibly:: No need. I'll meet you back at the Vauban. Maryse Dubois -> ::Lifts up the shiny part of her medkit to Tandy, so he can get a good look.:: Tandaris Admiran -> I'll…I’ll have you know that people will already be looking for me. Hunter Matheson -> # +Rhan+ Copy that.. sir. Trying to rub it off. Maryse Dubois -> We're from the Federation, as are you, just not you, Liann. Hunter Matheson -> # ::sayin' all kinds of bad words under his breath:: William Chocox -> @ +Ithene+ I'm particularly attached to that body... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +Ithene+ We actually need you or your brain or whatever in here to have a look a these Scorpiad replicator egg... things. Tandaris Admiran -> Symbionts are our closest-guarded secret. Tandaris Admiran -> We haven't told anyone in the Federation about them. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Klein+ Send me your coordinates. I'm on my way. Rhan K'hal -> :: goes back through his history lessons to remember when the Trill opened up about the symbionts, realizes Liann's been in there a while :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> ::Taps into his tricorder and sends their coordinates to Ithene's tricorder.:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She turned, but cast a glance to new area. Hesitating a moment before leaving back through the hatch into the hatchery.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: looks to Maryse to see how she wants to handle this :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::notices for the first time he's wearing a phaser, grabs it and waves it wildly at them:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::so.. the only thing that's gonna get it off is... yeah:: Tandaris Admiran -> I don't know what kind of weapon this is, but I assume you won't like it if I shoot you. Maryse Dubois -> Were, actually. Many, many years ago. You've had a few hosts since then. I wish I could name them all, but I'm not familiar with your full symbiont history. Admiran is currently in a host named Tandaris. Hunter Matheson -> # ::hops over to a locker, prying it open with his free hand:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Will+ Now now. Don't worry. Your dating life would really take off if you were stuck in that body. Maryse Dubois -> :;Sighs as she backs off.:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::sighs:: Thank the higher power... Tandaris Admiran -> ::gets to his feet, slowly:: Rhan K'hal -> Whoa, there, Liann. We're not going to harm you. If you calm down and assess the body you're in, what do you notice? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: You really must think of a better lie than that, dear. Hunter Matheson -> # ::pulls out a jumpsuit, left behind by.. someone;:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::more like a worker's jumpsuit, coveralls::: William Chocox -> @ Except all the food I like, and the career I love will be unavailable to me. Hunter Matheson -> # ::goooood look around before he strips::: Maryse Dubois -> Oh, I wish I were lying right now. Then I could just wave it off with a laugh. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: What do you mean? I'm a little more stiff than normal. ::rolls shoulders:: A little tension. I might book a spa vacation after my next conference … Tandaris Admiran -> Assuming you let me go. Maryse Dubois -> But I'm certainly not laughing right now. We're all in danger right now. Hunter Matheson -> # ::only problem is his hand:: owowowow Rhan K'hal -> Look at the hand holding that phaser, Liann... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She popped open her tricorder, looking for the quickest route to their position:: Tandaris Admiran -> It's my hand. What of it? Maryse Dubois -> Is it? Hunter Matheson -> # ::grabs another towel, not all that clean, to wrap his hand in as he slips on the coveralls:: Rhan K'hal -> Really look at it, like you're looking at it for the first time. Hunter Matheson -> # ::checks out his uniform:: Huh... Tandaris Admiran -> It's a normal hand for a 65-year-old woman in prime health, thank you very much. Maryse Dubois -> Admiran is injured. All of his memories must be scrambled. Hunter Matheson -> # ::hops out of his SF issue boots, slips on the worker's boots, a little too big:: Tandaris Admiran -> Now, I don't know what game you're playing at, or who paid you to kidnap me. But you're going to show me your comm station, and we're going to contact the nearest Trill consulate. Rhan K'hal -> So much for trying to let "her" prove the situation to herself... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Making her way, via the magic of television to Klein, Cardboard Jas, and Boomer:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::then holds up his goo-covered uniform, that looks more like a cocoon than a uniform:: Maryse Dubois -> The nearest consulate is on the other side of the galaxy. We're currently in the Gamma Quadrant. Hunter Matheson -> # :: :blink:: A cocoon? Hunter Matheson -> # ::it clunks as he bats it against the hull:: Hunter Matheson -> # Whoa... William Chocox -> @ Well, hello there body. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Rolls her eyes:: Tandaris Admiran -> The GAMMA Quadrant? Your lies become more preposterous. That’s thousands of light-years away. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> +Rhan+ So about these egg... things... did you find a way to activate them? Or at least give us power in this area? Tandaris Admiran -> ::waves phaser:: Comm station, now. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> So what have you found. Hunter Matheson -> # +Rhan+ Uh... sir? Not sure what's got you occupied, but I think we found our polymer. Or something damn close to it. Maryse Dubois -> Have you even noticed we're in a rather odd facility yet? We don't know what the comm station is, and I'm sure as hell not going to activate it in the middle of enemy space. Rhan K'hal -> And do the floors of most places you go to usually squish under your feet, Liann? Rhan K'hal -> :: doesn't make any attempt to answer the incomings, because he doesn't want to risk riling the disturbed Trill :: Tandaris Admiran -> "Enemy" space? What is this, a Romulan facility? Who exactly do you wo—aaah! Hunter Matheson -> # ::understands that disturbed Trill is disturbed::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::drops phaser and clutches his head, moaning and sinking to his knees:: What are you ::gasp:: doing to me? Rhan K'hal -> :: pounces on the phaser and takes it :: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances to Klein:: Maryse Dubois -> We aren't doing anything to you. As I said, Admiran is injured. Hunter Matheson -> # ::goes hunting for a tricorder.... or something::: Tandaris Admiran -> ::rocking back and forth:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Moves back to him.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::calms down, looks up at Maryse:: Rhan K'hal -> :: walks a few paces back :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> This stuff... ::waves for Ithene to have a look:: We think they are like... incubators. Programmable. Maryse Dubois -> :;Contemplates using the last sedative.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::blank lack of recognition again:: Wh-who are you? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Lifts a brow:: Fascinating. Maryse Dubois -> Maryse...:;pauses.:: Who are you? Rhan K'hal -> +Klein+ Sorry about the delay, we're having a bit of an issue with Admiran. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Programmable space goo. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks at Klein, tapps her commbadge:: +Rhan+ What's the Commander's status? William Chocox -> @ ::is pondering the goo. Hunter Matheson -> # ::and the hunt turns up a tric that he activates and takes a good close scan, to the molecular level dontchaknow:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::climbing to his feet:: Dr. Gazrin Admiran, Symbiosis Commission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Chocox, you see that console over there. See if you can get our tricorder to interface with it. We need some way of programming this junk. William Chocox -> @ Will do. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods for him to do what Klein said:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Host-muddled. One named Liann was just controlling the body and pointing a phaser at us, but thankfully that is resolved now, except it's Dr. Gazrin Admiran with the host. Hunter Matheson -> # ::checks the reading:: Yer kiddin' me... William Chocox -> @ ::starts to look over the console:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::reads again:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::looking from his used-to-be uniform to the tric and back:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +K'Hal+ Lovely. If he uh, if he becomes a danger to himself ... or you... stun him and take him back to the Vauban. Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ :: via text on his padd :: "Have anything to do with an egg?" Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands up again.:: Doctor Gazrin. Be calm, please. I am also a Dr. But please listen. Admiran is injured, and is probably unleashing his previous hosts. We just met Liann. Hunter Matheson -> # ::turns to a ping::: Hunter Matheson -> # ::plods over to a padd:: Maryse Dubois -> The current hosts name is Tandaris. Tandaris Admiran -> ::inhales, looking around:: This is an odd facility. ::Maryse:: And you … humans shouldn't know about symbionts. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes her way over to the goo pods:: Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, so I'm not really here, am I? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Klein:: This is fascinating. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs:: Figures. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ I'll try to juggle allowing the Doc to handle this and keeping us safe. Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes head.:: No, Sir. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Running her tricorder over it:: Hunter Matheson -> # +Kahl Text+ That's affirmative. It turns to a heavy webbing as tough as a polymer when it solidifies. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +Rhan+ I like that in your discretion. Tandaris Admiran -> How low are my isoboramine levels? Maryse Dubois -> :;Shows the result of her most recent scan.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ ::text:: "Meet up with others, they are also in another egg room." William Chocox -> @ I think I got it. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Klein:: The biomolecular structure of this is... its... well. I don't even really have a word for it. It's morphongenic matrix is.. Tandaris Admiran -> ::eyes light up at the tricorder display, almost coos:: Fascinating. This technology must be … a century advanced. Tandaris Admiran -> But those readings are troubling. Hunter Matheson -> # +Khal Text+ Just don't coat yourself with it or you'll have to strip to get it off ya. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Programmable structure? ::To both Ithene & William:: Tandaris Admiran -> What precipitated this? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Dr, just in case another host surfaces, is there like a code word or something I could use to ease the transitions in communicating? The last host pulled a weapon on us. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: It should be. It appears that instead of using replicator technology to frabricate material, they've discovered a way to shape shift it. Maryse Dubois -> You were attacked by this station's bio-organic computer functions. Hunter Matheson -> # ::checks out his latest fashion::: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ As far as the stuff where you're at, if you need power to the area let me know. I can activate power without activating the... thingies, then you can control them from down there, not to mention have lights. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: I wonder how many Founders they dissected. William Chocox -> @ This'll be interesting. I think... Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +K'Hal+ Please do, Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Klein:: You found this? Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ ::text:: "What were you doing, trying to take a swim?" Tandaris Admiran -> ::shakes his head:: I'm sorry, no. I can't tell you how frequently different hosts' personalities will emerge. Hunter Matheson -> # ::Hanging his uniform and boots, now glued together:: Tandaris Admiran -> Attacked? In what fashion? William Chocox -> @ ::looks up from his tricorder:: I may be in. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ All righty, a mo'... :: heads over to the console where he had that loaded up, re-activates the power to the facility :: Hunter Matheson -> # ::glance to the padd:: +Khal text+ Oh, yes, sir. I always take a swim in scorpiad albumin, sir. It's the latest fad. Rhan K'hal -> :: snorts, glad he isn't the only one with a smart mouth around here :: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Goo Planet flickers to life. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Jas and I did, yes. ::Looks over to Chocox as the power in the area comes on, lights and consoles start up.:: Hunter Matheson -> # ::then wonders if that's a court-martial offense:: Hunter Matheson -> # :shrug:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Grins:: Good work. Not bad for a couple of barnacles. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Excellent. Chocox, can you program it for something simple to start? Maybe test out a few molecular structures and see what it produces? Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head a bit, trying to juggle this many balls in the air on his still not 100% brain is giving him a bit of a headache again :: Maryse Dubois -> A tentacle like form came out from the floor. Hunter Matheson -> # ::sits to unwrap his hand and check it out:: William Chocox -> @ I think so. ::attempts to program it:: Hunter Matheson -> # :::Fingerwiggle:: Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods to Will:: The hitch, I think, is that this can only produce biorganic structures, not true metallic ones like we're used to using. Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse, Admiran :: One of this room's neural interface ganglia, to be precise. Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins moving around the room, examining the spot Maryse indicated:: Yes, but what did it _do_, to me, to the symbiont? I need a history! Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That's just a guess from the base matrix. Tandaris Admiran -> Ganglia, you say? It interfaced with the symbiont? Hunter Matheson -> # ::grabs the closest first aid kit::: Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Will's first attempt spits out a kind of spongy cylinder. Rhan K'hal -> I would assume so, though I'll leave that particular proclamation to Dr. Dubois. Maryse Dubois -> Yes, and this wasn't the first time. William Chocox -> @ Well...that's kinda what I was going for. Maryse Dubois -> It happened once before a few years ago. Tandaris Admiran -> Hmm … trauma-induced host dissociation. I don't suppose we're near a starship medical facility? If you could pump me full of isoboramine it should speed my recovery. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Picks it up before handing it to Klein:: Tandaris Admiran -> Otherwise, you’ll just have to wait for the symbiont and host connection to re-establish itself. If it can. Hunter Matheson -> # ::slathering his hand with antibiotic cream, then gives it a wrap:: Maryse Dubois -> I'm afraid not. This station is located deep within Scorpiad territory, which is in the Gamma Quadrant. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Would any of this be useful in repairing the ship, though? ::Examines the spongy material and gives it a squeeze.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Damn. Hunter Matheson -> # ::finishing it off with a good basic dose of antibiotic fresh from the hypo factory:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: You have been my doctor for a long time? Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I think if we can harden the density of the structure, we *should* be able to replicate new field coils. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Then you know what must be done if my isoboramine levels continue to drop. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> Hmmm... it can't hurt to try, anyway. Hunter Matheson -> # ::could sure use a drink right about now:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs.:: Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Hey Ithene, don't suppose you could figure out how to pump out some isoboromine from that doodad down there too while you're at it? Tandaris Admiran -> Even this far from Trill … you could keep the symbiont in stasis. Tandaris Admiran -> But if the isoboramine levels are too low and the host rejects the symbiont, it _will_ die. Maryse Dubois -> I understand. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> +K'Hal+ ::Blinks:: Not likely. Though she might be able to make a synthetic with the Vauban's replicator. Tandaris Admiran -> Good. So … no isoboramine to help stabilize me. Perhaps some form of calcitrine, or maybe—::stops:: Tandaris Admiran -> Oh. Rhan K'hal -> +Ithene+ Was worth a try. Tandaris Admiran -> ::blinks:: I think—::gasp:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse, Rhan:: Who are you? Maryse Dubois -> :;Sighs.:: Rhan K'hal -> :: huffs out a sigh :: We need name tags. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> # ACTION> Hunter notices a strange rash forming on the hand that had been wrapped in goo. It had started to creep up his arm to his elbow. Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Will:: I think we should try to increase the density with your next attempt. Maryse Dubois -> We're friends. William Chocox -> @ Will do. ::reruns it, increasing the density:: Cptn Swain -> ...and... Hunter Matheson -> # : :blink:: Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

SD 0628.2015 With their stolen ride doubly stolen by their Scorpiad prisoner Greg, and not enough power to attempt another ship hatching, the away team is currently stranded in the Scorpiad ship hatchery. Their shuttle, the Vauban, is in rough shape and needs extensive repair work. Currently, life support, shields, and sensors are functional, but the shuttle does not have warp capability or weapons control. The team has started searching the hatchery in hopes of finding materials that might be compatible with their own systems.