Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has joined the task force assigned to first inspect the Elasian vessels destined for Cardassian space, then participate in the escort. Engineering is working on their allotment of around 40-50 mostly destroyer and patrol ships, while science is conducting a survey of the Elasian jungles. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: More furniture in her office :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shimmers into the jungle science camp in his tropical gear :: William Chocox: +Random Ensign+ For the last time, do not replicate anything just to prank a coworker. I will send Ensign Torthem over there, with my express directive to start an argument on the finer points of prankery. Do not test me on this. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene is typing on her padd leaning against one of the more solid tent-poles. She's sweaty and has a few bug bites, but looks well enough. Her team is currently taking a meal break. :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::the new chief of security was inspecting the bridge, he'd noticed that the Captain seemed to be avoiding him, but he didn't want to make too much of it. He was disappointed not to find Asher on the bridge, either. He preferred to know where the Captain was, loosely, at all times.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: expertly flicks away an insect with his tail as he looks around :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out of her office, heading down the hall to Indaura's. Rings the chime.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::On the bridge since the Captain was currently elsewhere, he glanced at the newcomer with a raised eyebrow.:: Chief? Finding everything in order? Indaura Ryssan: :: yells :: Come in! Hakran K'hal: I guess I won't mention the roast chicken I just had for lunch. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeding her beetles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps in.:: I was checking to see how decorating was coming. ::Looking around.:: Irene Mincine: @ "Oh, the rations aren't so bad for the first couple days. What's up?" :: Irene looks up from her padd. Valdar, Horchuk, and Tiran are sharing field rations. :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Is at helm, as usual. She acknowledges the newcomer and goes back to... helming. :: Rhan K'hal: :: in the shuttle bay, keeping them on their toes :: Indaura Ryssan: Well, the furniture is coming in.. tables for my creatures. Oh, hungry are you. :: drops something into the cage :: Indaura Ryssan: Chair, couch, table.. coffee maker. Hakran K'hal: The sky, or so I'm told. Thought I'd get away hovering over everyone else and join you down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Good. Glad you made it up here. Why don't you have a seat. ::As he was currently occupying the Captain's chair, he gestured to the VIP chair beside it.:: Maryse Dubois: It's coming together nicely then. Indaura Ryssan: :: Spreads her hands along the couch's cushion :: Trying to get the softest I can fine, without causing patients to fall asleep Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "You mean to see if I need babysitting, don't you? Everything's going fine." :: She held open the flap of the tent she was leaning against, showing him the wide array of plant, insect, rock, and soil samples they took. :: "My team has been doing great. We're collecting lots of valuable data on the unexplored jungle." Cptn Swain: #::On the surface, drinking tea at the Federation embassy where he'd been reading over diplomatic cables.:: Maryse Dubois: I can picture a chaise longue over there. If I find a good design, I'll let you know. William Chocox: +Ensign Torthem+ Ensign Torthem? I need you to go to ::rattles off ship name:: Mhmm, I'm expecting at least a 30 minute discussion. Indaura Ryssan: I have to say I am a bit... :: thinking of the word :: Exciting for a patient, though really the best thing would be to never need me. Hakran K'hal: @ If you needed babysitting I would've been down here a lot earlier. :: walks over and looks at some of the samples :: You've been busy bees. Or whatever the local equivalent is. Indaura Ryssan: Now if it's the Captain I think my beetles will be nervous. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene smiles, watching him go over the samples. They're a mix of jungle life. :: "The Elasians call them paralati. An important part of the ecosystem." Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Have you begun to open your schedule yet? Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Takes his position on the bridge, looking over the status reports. With so many ships in orbit the were on heightened alert.:: Indaura Ryssan: I will send out a general mail, but I should seek out potential patients Hakran K'hal: Find anything out of the ordinary yet? I'm sure the Elasians would love to hear about a new species at least, since it seems they got bored exploring the same old stuff, having not bothered much with this area. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Indaura Ryssan: Maybe a certain Chief Medical Officer. How is your mental wellbeing? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene points to a rack of insect jars against the tent wall. :: "These are all uncatalogued in the reference guide I got from the planetary data net." Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: Never better. Actually much better since our extended leave. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Glances down to the commander.:: We have a request from the flagship, sir. Indaura Ryssan: Same here. I connected with family I've not seen in a while. Large family. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Looks up from his report.:: What sort of request? Rhan K'hal: :: expressing some annoyance at the haphazard way some equipment crates have been stacked :: Being busy is no excuse for putting them up so they could fall on someone's head if I sneezed too hard, let alone something bumps the ship. Hakran K'hal: Good! They will look forward to you report. Probably more than I will since they'd assign someone to it who'd understand it more than I do. :: amused :: Indaura Ryssan: Even some lost romance... well, not lost, just abandoned. Maryse Dubois: Oh? Cptn Swain: Lucian> The Yalta is asking if they can transfer some patients to us. They're having some sort of EPS disruption. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods. :: "We've spent most of today in the analysis tent running basic genetic scans on things. The team's happy to get out of the heat for a few hours, that's for sure. How much longer are you letting us stay?" Indaura Ryssan: Someone I :: smiles :: was attracted to during my medical studies. Never went very far, and he's not one of my co-husbands, but... it was enlightening on what could have been. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Perks up hearing about a ship with problems. :: Hakran K'hal: @ Until someone on the command staff says we're done or the Elasians say thank you very much buhbye now. So long as you're still getting results. Indaura Ryssan: It's the reason I lengthened my hair. He thought it a good idea, reminded him of years ago. William Chocox: ::continues looking over reports:: Cptn Swain: Lucian> Nothing major, but they have a few patients that they're worried about. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "All right. How are things up on the ship?" William Chocox: ((I'm an expert in EPS systems.)) Rhan K'hal: :: having successfully managed to impart the importance of safety, and getting the equipment re-stacked, takes his leave and heads out :: Indaura Ryssan: I never asked Doctor, any husbands? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I don't see why not. I'm sure our medical crew can handle whatever they send over. It is rather quiet down there. Send them an affirmative and ask if they need assistance with repairs. I'll inform medical of incoming. Indaura Ryssan: If not you'd be a fine catch, even on Denobula. Indaura Ryssan: :: goes to check on her other creatures Hakran K'hal: @ Hectic. Harried engineers running back and forth between the transporter rooms, security looking like someone installed duranium rods into their lower GI tracts, Rhan going between cajoling and barking at the various operations staff. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: No no. I don't plan to get tied down just yet. Rhan K'hal: :: pops up onto the bridge :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: I'll inform the Yalta. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> :: Laughs. :: "So you're glad to be down here in the heat. I know I am compared to that." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Medical receives a priority one alert that they will soon be receiving patients from the Yalta in need of medical care. Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues as she talks into a cage :: If you ever find yourself involved with two males at once, let me know. Hakran K'hal: @ Yeah, especially when they send scan results over to science thinking it might be something weird, when 100% of the time so far it's been an equipment malfunction. And *they're* the engineers. They really threw some green crew at us, and I don't mean Orions. Maryse Dubois: Ha! I'll think out it. ::gets the call.:: Oh. Looks like I get to test some new equipment. Maryse Dubois: ::Heads out to main sickbay. Has her team prep.:: Indaura Ryssan: If you need a hand call me Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "I know what you mean. Ensign Tiran's been complaining nonstop ever since we got to the surface. At least Horchuk is doing okay. They're both straight out of the academy." Rhan K'hal: :: gets the update from Ensign Obee at Ops on the goings on, and then heads over to mission ops and logs in :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: It shouldn't get crazy, at least I wouldn't think. Hakran K'hal: @ So what's your plan of attack for the rest of the day? Irene Mincine: @ "Well, if I don't know when I'm going to go back, we probably shouldn't collect too many more samples. I think we're going to keep analyzing the ones that we've got." Hakran K'hal: @ Exactly what I didn't want to hear. :: a pause :: Because that means I'm of no use whatsoever unless you need me to brainlessly wave a sensor wand over something. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene hrms. :: "There was another spot I wanted to check out. It's near what Ensign Valdar thinks is a small meteor impact site from a couple thousand years ago. It deposited some foreign minerals so the soil composition is a different from the surrounding area. Iridium, yttrium, stuff like that." William Chocox: ::sees another report:: I swear...did Miranda have to deal with such shenanigans? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Sickbay+ Bridge to sickbay, Yalta initiating transport. Hakran K'hal: @ That I know something about. Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ We are ready. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene adjusts some of the sample containers. :: "I figured you'd be excited. It's about 600 meters to the northeast if you feel like coming along." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: verifies the authenticity of incoming transporter stream as the Yalta transports over the patients :: Hakran K'hal: @ Lead the way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances to the Ensign at Ops as the transport is initiated.:: I want files on those patients as soon as you can get them from the Yalta, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: ::Watches as patients arrive.:: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene collects her sample collection supplies into a backpack. :: "OK. We haven't found anything big or threatening out here, so this should be all you need." :: She tosses a can of insect repellent to Hak and heads out to gather her team. :: "I'm gonna go rally the troops." Rhan K'hal: :: gets a call from TR 2 that the issue with the buffers has popped up again :: +TR2+ Go offline and get some of those engineers to actually fix it this time instead of banging it indiscriminately with a wrench. I'll reroute the planned transports out. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, Commander. Hakran K'hal: @ :: bends an ear sideways at the can after catching it :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene seems much happier being able to practice her specialty than having to deal with the temporal crap, that's for sure. She gathers up the science team and then goes to get Hak. :: "Come on, lieutenant, daylight's burning." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: transfers the medical files to sickbay, and the personnel files with the doctors notes to Stanton - because doctor/patient confidentiality isn't his to break :: Hakran K'hal: @ Yes ma'am. :: more amused :: Maryse Dubois: ::Her and her team begins treating patients.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ Ah... sir? This is Reynolds on inspection team three. We've... I think we found something that you need to take a look at. Can you beam over? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene is so focused on the task that she doesn't even notice her slight breach of protocol. Oh well. They head off through the thick Elasian jungle. :: "Try not to step on that, it's a pretty nasty snake. Not poisonous, but Valdar will tell you it itches like nothing else. And these vines are surprisingly thick, and..." :: She goes on and on and on. :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Understood, I'll be over in a bit. May I ask what this is? Hakran K'hal: @ :: tail swishing to act as a rear insect shield, he listens to Irene go on and on without complaint :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Starts looking over the personnel files, which he also forwards to security. It never hurt to be prepared.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ We *think* it might be some sort of power induction tied into the main grid, but... looks like something of a hack job. Could be something else entirely. We're not sure. Rhan K'hal: :: eavesdropping on the various calls coming in from the engineers, it is his job unless it's specifically encrypted - then it's just fun - his ears perk up listening to Reynolds :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Ok, thank you for letting me know. ::grabs his toolbox:: +Stanton+ Chocox to Stanton. Irene Mincine: Val> "What's up?" :: Looking to Rhan. Nothing escapes her notice. :: Cptn Swain: << 3 MINUTE WARNING >> Rhan K'hal: :: looks down at Val :: One of the engineers... :: stops as Will calls in :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Lying on her couch :: Rhan K'hal: :: points to the ceiling like "here it come" :: Hakran K'hal: @ I may have to turn you over to the Elasians as a tour guide. Irene Mincine: @ :: Ensign Tiran catches up with Hakran. He's a stocky human with a black crew-cut, drenched in sweat. Irene is still blabbing. :: Tiran> "Sir, I request reassignment from this, this hellhole. I'm a laboratory botanist, not a field researcher. I've never been anywhere this hot!" :: He seems like a real complainer. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Stanton here. Go ahead. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Nods. :: "Say no more." William Chocox: +Stanton+ Ensign Reynolds and their team have found something that they feel I need to take a look at. I'm going to transport over to the ship their on with my toolkit. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Very well. Keep me informed. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Acknowledged. ::walks into the turbolift to the transporter room:: Hakran K'hal: @ While I appreciate the sentiment, Ensign, as a fellow lab denizen, you're reporting to Ensign Mincine on this away team. Jump over of the chain of command again and you'll be in a hotter place than this. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: @ :: Tiran looks disappointed. :: Tiran> "Yes, sir..." :: He grumbles and goes back to walking with Valdar and Horchuk. Hakran K'hal: @ :: speeds up to be even with Irene, says just loud enough for her to hear :: Break him in, or break him off. Indaura Ryssan: :: drifts off to sleep :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1110.2019 Excalibur has joined the task force assigned to first inspect the Elasian vessels destined for Cardassian space, then participate in the escort. Engineering is working on their allotment of around 40-50 mostly destroyer and patrol ships, while science is conducting a survey of the Elasian jungles.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in the Elasian home system, where a fleet of around 400 vessels are being prepared to be escorted to Cardassian space. Several other Federation starships are already in orbit. The Excalibur has been assigned to inspect around 50 ships to assure that Federation weapon and defense systems have been removed in accordance to treaty obligations. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: looking over the system scan :: Thaaaaat's a lotta ships. William Chocox: ::looks over the teams he's set up to go do inspections:: Ok folks, I realize there's not a whole lot of you, and a whole lot of ships, but we need to do this with the utmost dilligence. Maryse Dubois: ::Working on her desk computer, getting it set to her liking.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Occupied trying to keep the Excalibur from crashing into any of them. :: "Damn right that's a lot of ships. The collision warning system's having a hell of a time keeping up." Rhan K'hal: Geez, who parked these things, a troop of monkeys? :: gives the navigation computer a processing boost :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, as usual. She finally found the crate of mice and was at work with them to check out all her new lab equipment. :: "Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Hakran K'hal: :: at science one on the bridge :: That's an insult to monkeys. Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in her empty new office :: Hmm. :: twirls around :: Mmm. No no.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::While reading one's data padd while one walked through the ship's corridors might be reckless for most people, Jalen's pips seemed to make others move out of his way. Only once he'd crashed into a hapless ensign that hadn't been paying attention, but the horrified look on the poor man's face made Jalen laugh off the encounter. Glancing up from his report, he realize that he'd traveled past his destination and retreated a few doors back to enter main medical.:: William Chocox: So, once again the assignments are ::starts rattling off the assignments to the various teams:: Once we get the go ahead from Ops everyone will be beaming and shuttling over. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A large warship comes into view. ID'd as the SOLTOK, it bristles with weapons and is the size of a Romulan Warbird. A chrome strip at the bow of the ship glints as the Elasian sun breaks over the horizon. Rhan K'hal: Okay, coming online with the local area network. Should now have access to the shared sensor grid, tactical overview and communications. Rhan K'hal: Aaaand that must be the Elasian flagship. Maryse Dubois: ::Got up from her computer and stepped out of her office, stretching. She noticed someone coming in from down the hall.:: Oh we have a visitor. :;Walks out into Sickbay.:: Hello Commander. Hakran K'hal: That one certainly isn't stripped of weapons. Cptn Swain: ::Glances up to the view screen:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Tap tap tap. :: "Got the downlink in my console. Elasian battlecruiser off the bow. I don't like being surrounded by this many ships." :: She spoke like a military officer when she was this focused, her mechanical hand going like crazy. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: to herself :: I need more than one chair. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters about compensating for something Cptn Swain: Put us into formation. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sends Hakran a message that all the biology lab equipment has been checked out and is working properly. If there's a need for a biologist, she's available. :: Hakran K'hal: The good news is some of them are ours. Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, forming up with the Soltok." :: The Excalibur was commanded to deftly maneuver through the cloud of starships to a position near the Elasian ship. :: Hakran K'hal: :: checks the message, acknowledges :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded at Maryse.:: Doctor. I received your recommendation for counselor and wanted to speak with you about the report you sent. Both of you, if Dr. Ryssan is available, as well. William Chocox: We'll get started soon hopefully. +Bridge+ Chocox to Bridge, when can my engineering teams get started on their inspections? Rhan K'hal: +Will+ When my charming voice comes from the heavens saying "get ready, get set, go!" Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: She is. This way. ::Heads down the little hallway. She motions for the Commander to take a seat in her office. Then she goes to fetch Indaura.:: Commander Stanton would like a word with us. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Rhan:: Tell engineering they can begin their inspections. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank you sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to sit at her desk.. wonders if she should start at the top or work her way up :: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ So Get Ready, Get Set, Go! William Chocox: +Rhan+ And apparently that's now, thank you. ::turns to his teams:: You have your assignments let's go! Hakran K'hal: :: grunts, moderately amused :: Irene Mincine: :: In the meantime, Irene scratches at the ferret bites and scratches on her hands from the _last_ cargo porter screwup. She orders up some analgesic cream from the replicator. :: Rhan K'hal: :: lets the transporter rooms and shuttle bay know the mission has a green light :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Hakran: This will be a long week of inspections. I asked and got permission for our science teams to head down to the Elasian homeworld. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Right there Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to join Doctor Dubois :: Hakran K'hal: Oh? Cptn Swain: ::Hak:: The jungles of their southern continents have some extremely interesting wildlife. Feel free to put together a team and head down. Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to her office and before she sits, she turns.:: Anything to drink? Hakran K'hal: :: surprised :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns around in her seat. :: "We should remain in transporter range of the surface from our position alongside the Elasian battlecruiser, cap. Er, sir." Indaura Ryssan: Coffee, black with sugar Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Val:: Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Captain. It'll keep some of my people from going stir crazy. Or from poking the mice too hard. Indaura Ryssan: What is this about Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Gets Indaura's coffee.:: Anything for you Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Settling into a chair in Maryse's office, he shook his head.:: None for me, thank you. Cptn Swain: ::Grins and winks at Hakran:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises from his seat :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes her seat after handing off the drink.:: William Chocox: ::pulls up the screen he had on his console to monitor the status of the inspection teams:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan as he heads to the lift :: Which TR will have the shortest line? Cptn Swain: ACTION> A message from the Federation command ship, the USS Yalta, comes in for Asher. Indaura Ryssan: These inspections... :: takes the cup, sips :: Rhan K'hal: 4 on deck 11. Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: disappears into the lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Leaning back in his chair, he rested his ankle on the opposite knee and glanced between doctors.:: What this is about, Dr. Ryssan, is your suggested appointment to counselor. I reviewed your file and had questions for the both of you. Hakran K'hal: :: whooshes down to deck 7 :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, grumbling about ferrets. :: Rhan K'hal: Message for you sir. :: forwards it to the Captain :: Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Of course. Hakran K'hal: :: pops into the biology lab :: Who wants to go on a field trip? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Perks up. :: "Wait, you finagled a trip to the planet? How'd you do that?" Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Send it to my console. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I should have expected this. :: sits :: William Chocox: This is going to be a lot of messaging back and forth I fear. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Doing her best to pretend she's not listening in to the message. :: Rhan K'hal: Already there, sir. They changed the indicator light to blue in this latest version of the OS. Hakran K'hal: Our thoughtful Captain's work Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Looks very excited to go do some field work for the first time in a while. :: "What's the weather like down there?" :: She jumps out of her rolling chair and starts filling a messenger bag with science gear. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He laughed at Indaura's response.:: Ah, nothing terrible, Doctor. Doctor Dubois recommended you highly and your credentials qualify you for the position. This is only a formality in my quest to get to know the senior staff. Hakran K'hal: This'll be jungle work so we'll want the light-weight gear. And probably the usual contingent of bitey-insect repellents. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and begins reading over the communiqué:: How lovely. I've been invited to dinner. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the data on his padd :: Indaura Ryssan: I understand. Should I pencil you in then? I will need to replicate a pencil. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: I'm sure that is a difficult task at first, knowing some of have already been together for some time. But as it stands, I believe the Excalibur veterans are in the minority. So I guess we are all on even playing ground. Hakran K'hal: Guess they aren't much into jungle forays, as the information on the area we're going to is pretty thin. Just stuff around the edges. Only nearby city is on an island. Cptn Swain: Aboard the Soltok no less. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Suspicious. She hrms. :: "Really? Do you know her captain?" Rhan K'hal: I suppose you'll have to wear the dress uniform then. Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head to Val:: No but it is the Elasian flagship. It;s apparently just the Captains of the Starfleet vessels, some Elasian officials.... and the Cardassian Minister for Defense. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Muggy, rainy, and lots of insects." :: She switches out of her uniform jacket for the short-sleeve hot weather version. :: "Fortunately, I got the Klingon genes that mean mosquitoes don't like me too much." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded to Maryse and then threw Indaura another glance.:: I don't mind throwing myself in the counselor's capable hands now and then, but I doubt I'm in need of such services just yet. I'm sure there are others on board that are better candidates. Anyhow, I suppose I should just jump in. Hakran K'hal: Since this will be a primarily bio expedition I'll let you pick the rest of the team, but let's keep it light. I'll see if medical wants to send anyone down to look for new natural remedies or to patch us up when the trees start attacking. :: a beat :: Not literally. Irene Mincine: Val> "Sounds like it's gonna be a real party over there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> First, I'd like to make sure that you both are aware of the strain that such a move could put on your department. Dr. Dubois, you'll be down one doctor except in cases of emergency or when Dr. Ryssan's schedule permits her to assist your department. Have you taken this into account? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I wouldn't have suggested her for the position if I wasn't prepared. Hakran K'hal: :: taps in a message and sends it to sickbay, alerting them to the mission and seeing if they want to come out and play :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Maybe... a geologist would be good to take along too?" Hakran K'hal: :: looks amused :: Ensign Valdar looking to get some fresh air? William Chocox: ::looks over reports as his engineers go over the ships:: Indaura Ryssan: This is more a hybrid position than some posts on some vessels. Most have professions purely in counseling roles rather than from time in the sickbay. More of a flex position. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks pretty guilty. :: "I shouldn't have brought it up." Hakran K'hal: From the perspective of building an AT for this mission it was a valid assignment. If you want her... in a professional capacity, bring her. Indaura Ryssan: I hope my atypical approach to counseling won't put people off. Denobulans are pretty open compared to some species, often out of necessity. We live in very close quarters out of need. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs and stands:: Well, I'll have some things to do before dinner. You have the conn, K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smirks at the last line. :: "Right. I do think we should have more than just biology represented. I'll collect some people from other specialties and meet you in the transporter room." Indaura Ryssan: I mean.. having a few creatures in the office will be different for some. Unless they have their own pets. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Rhan K'hal: Aye, sir. Indaura Ryssan: But if you can get the insects to sing...during a session. Hmm Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I read your file. You have quite an extensive family. Cptn Swain: ::Heads to his ready room:: Hakran K'hal: Good. This is going to be a trial balloon, by the way. You'll be directing the away team. :: waves his padd :: I need to give the new XO an assessment on whether you can lead ATs on your own. Indaura Ryssan: Two husbands, each having two wives.. 23 all together. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> With that concern out of the way, another concern was to ensure that you weren't going to be bogged down with pulling double duty, Dr. Ryssan. Seeing as how you seem prepared to do both, then I suppose I have my answer to that. Hakran K'hal: :: turns :: Transporter room 4, deck 11. Indaura Ryssan: I'm just down the way, though I am not opposed to sessions wherever they need me. Irene Mincine: Val> :: After Swain leaves. :: "Sounds like one hell of a dinner party they've got planned." Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles at the show of confidence from Hakran. :: "I won't let you down." :: She shuffles off to gather up an away team from the other labs. Maryse Dubois: Her counseling duties will take priority, but she is welcome in sickbay if her schedule permits. Hakran K'hal: :: purposefully strides into the corridor and off to get prepared :: Indaura Ryssan: Actually, it's a bit dreadful that I am alone in my quarters... a lot like people are a bit on edge with all of these ships around William Chocox: +Bridge+ Some of our teams have already gotten started on their inspections. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ With all the transporter activity I didn't think they were all heading to an Elasian night club. But good to know. You coming up here to direct the exterior scans or you going to play with the big console in your fancy office? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Finally, as I understand it, counseling is a very different position, though all of the same confidentiality requirements apply. You will be learning more about the crew than just their medical ailments. Are you prepared to endure that level of emotional strain? Indaura Ryssan: I may have my hands full. Like any starship or group that works together, people need a someone to confide in, someone to ride out the unknown with them. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Aw, do you miss me? I can head up there. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Need someone from engineering up here so I don't have to keep forwarding calls, because once they start having questions, they never stop. Irene Mincine: :: Eventually, Irene shows up at the transporter room accompanied by the geologist Valdar and two other egghead ensigns: another xenobiologist and an exobotanist. :: Indaura Ryssan: I think I'm ready, and I have a patient in mind that may test my limits William Chocox: +Rhan+ Alright, I'll be up there in a moment. Don't want too many questions bothering you. Indaura Ryssan: If only I was Betazoid... I'd have a leg up on all of this. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in TR4 in the regulation Caitian-version of the high-therm expedition jumpsuit - which is pretty much a thin tank top and high shorts - when a Cait says "no sweat" they mean that literally :: Indaura Ryssan: But :: turns to Dubois :: If some infectious disease come along you call me. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Of course. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded, apparently satisfied.:: Very well. I'll approve the position change. If the two of you need anything from me, please don't hesitate to ask. This is a new ship, and while the systems are new and shiny, I know she isn't going to have everything that you need. I'll do what I can. Indaura Ryssan: :: sips her coffee :: Hmm. I should get a coffee machine, non-replicated. Maryse Dubois: Thank you Commander. Indaura Ryssan: Well, the counseling computer :: taps her temple :: is not new. Rhan K'hal: :: Val :: So, how would your appetite be if you were one of a dozen Starfleet CO's squished between a high-falutin' Elasian VIP and a Cardassian defense minister with 400 supposedly former warships visible out the windows? Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Indaura Ryssan: Thanks for stopping by Commander Stanton. William Chocox: ::transfers the monitoring to his PADD before he walks into the TL:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's wearing a short-sleeve uniform jacket and shorts. The rest of the team is dressed a little more conservatively. :: "Shall we?" Hakran K'hal: Looks like medical doesn't want to traipse through the jungle. So I brought the extra medkit. If you're ready, I am. Irene Mincine: Val> "I'd either have zero appetite or make sure that everyone in the room is exactly as wasted as I am, I think." Irene Mincine: Val> "Given our captain..." Indaura Ryssan: :: sips more of her coffee :: Definitely a coffee machine Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Come on, science team." :: The eggheads are ready to depart, with Valdar looking the most eager. :: Rhan K'hal: Heh. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded.:: Thank you for your time, Doctors. ::Standing, he tugged his uniform back into place.:: Dr. Dubois, you should have received my medical records by now. I had a standing monthly appointment with our ship's doctor. Let me know when you can schedule me in to start our own. Hakran K'hal: :: steps onto the pad :: They change the design on the floor every time, don't they? :: shakes head :: Cptn Swain: ...AND... Maryse Dubois: I will. William Chocox: ::steps onto the bridge:: Ooh, shiny. Indaura Ryssan: MMm Rhan K'hal: There's a quote for the ages. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1103.2019 Excalibur is arriving in the Elasian home system, where a fleet of around 400 vessels are being prepared to be escorted to Cardassian space. Several other Federation starships are already in orbit. The Excalibur has been assigned to inspect around 50 ships to assure that Federation weapon and defense systems have been removed in accordance to treaty obligations.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has completed a rendezvous with the USS Georgetown where they have taken aboard additional supplies and crew before heading towards the Elasian homeworld where they will be joining an escort party for a large number of Elasian vessels that have been sold to the Cardassian government. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM VonDrake: ::in Main Engineering, at his favorite console:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her now furbished office, finishing up an official proposal.:: William Chocox: ::comes into Main Engineering:: How are we doing Ensign Von Drake? Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, sitting his furry butt down at the neighboring console to the one he should be using, out of principle :: Cptn Swain: ::On the Bridge, reading the intelligence report on the Elasians.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::On the bridge, Jalen reviewed the most recent update to the crew manifest, checking the profiles of the newly added crew members, as well as their new security chief.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Knocks on the CMO's door :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene exits a Jeffries tube near her lab. Her hair's tousled and her uniform only partially zipped up. She does a quick look around and zips up her uniform. :: Maryse Dubois: It's open. Hakran K'hal: :: chooses that exact moment to round the bend, on the way to the biology lab to check in :: Indaura Ryssan: Getting settled I see. Irene Mincine: Val> "Can't you get someone from Engineering to switch those chairs around, K'hal?" :: She's at the helm, as always. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: At least for now, until I can get some decent furniture. Have a seat. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow at a footnote on the Intelligence report.:: Rhan K'hal: ::Val:: It's... under review. Indaura Ryssan: :: sits :: So you think I would make a good counselor? Irene Mincine: :: Irene fixes her hair and tries to look as casual as possible when she sees Hak coming. :: "Just coming on duty. Sir. Nothing to report yet. Uh. Sir." :: Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't have offered the position if I didn't. It's the perfectionist in me. :;Smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Jalen:: It does make me uncomfortable that the third party broker is still a mystery. Hopefully it's nothing. Hakran K'hal: ::tweaks his ears at Irene:: I could ask, but I don't think I want to know. What's on your itinerary today? Indaura Ryssan: Well ,now I need to set up my office Irene Mincine: Val> "I hear you're not the only one with no chair. The CMO's got an entire empty office down there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced up, throwing Swain a glance.:: It's never nothing, at least in my experience. Rhan K'hal: Q-M got her set up a few hours ago. Otherwise she'd probably be up here tapping her foot at me. Cptn Swain: ::Lowly:: Especially with this ship. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Stands up straight. :: "Well, um, we finally found the last of the ferrets from those boxes of genetic knockout mice. Did you know I *hate* ferrets?" Rhan K'hal: ::heard that:: That's usually my line, sir. VonDrake: ::sees William:: Things are well, just going over the data from the level 2 diagnostic on the warp core. Indaura Ryssan: So, who needs the most mental well-being? Hakran K'hal: I do now. Maryse Dubois: It's not entirely official yet. I just finished the proposal to send to Commander Stanton. He has final say since he is in charge of ship's personnel. ::Hovers finger over the send button.:: I just need a final yes from you. William Chocox: How's it looking? Hakran K'hal: ::literally pulls out his padd and makes note:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over, but doesn't indulge the Caitan:; We should receive our assignments for which ships we have to inspect to make sure there's no Federation weapons technology or other prohibited items aboard. Indaura Ryssan: I' Irene Mincine: Val> "Tell the QM to bring me an aspirin dispenser while you're at it." :: She looks at the time on her console and pops a headache pill. :: Cptn Swain: I'll let you decide how to divvy up the teams. Rhan K'hal: ::frowns, wondering about those headaches of hers and how she stays on duty:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "They smell, and they pee everywhere, and they bite. They BITE." :: She shows Hak her hand, covered in little scratches and bite marks. :: "I roped Valdar from geology into helping me find them all in my lab." Indaura Ryssan: I'll do it. It's not like you can't call me in for other things. VonDrake: ::pulls up the summary:: Well, fairly good. It's the "lesser of two evils", you could say...the antimatter injector. It just needs to be recalibrated. It's a 2 hour fix, so we'll probably have to wait until we have some down time. If that doesn't work, we can just replace it. We have spares. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded, looking back to his data padd and those scheduled for the task.:: I noticed that the bulk of it will fall to engineering. I should probably go down and speak with them about it. Commander Hawthorne made me promise to terrorize them once in a while. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: In the interim, it poses no inherent risk to the ship or the core. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: Oh I still expect help in sickbay from time to time. ::Smiles:: But you'll be free to make your own schedule. William Chocox: That's good to hear, keep an eye on it and make sure that it doesn't get worse. Hakran K'hal: You should've suited up properly first. Maryse Dubois: :;Sends the proposal to Stanton, who should be getting it soon.:: Rhan K'hal: Cap, have we ah... figured out how to deal with the female Elasian problem yet? William Chocox: And we'll discuss recalibration when we have enough time to be down that long. VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye sir. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Only a few Elasian women, almost all nobility, actually have the ability to use Elasian tears. Maryse Dubois: And sent. And as far as patients, you're already aware of one. Irene has shown improvements, from the reports I've seen, but she still needs some work. And since you two are already familiar with each other, I think it would work out better than someone she doesn't know. Rhan K'hal: Yes, but if there is anything hinky going on... just being your chief paranoia officer, sir. Irene Mincine: Irene> "This is *with* the Starfleet-issue gloves." :: Valdar, the Trill geologist, pokes her head out of the Jeffries tube at the mention of her name. Seeing Hakran, she disappears back into it, hoping he didn't see her as well. :: Cptn Swain: It turns out its some sort of psychotropic compound that makes an individual highly susceptible to telepathic suggestion. ::Waves a hand:: Though I am more concerned we'll have to deal with their Lord Regent or whatever. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Lord Regent?" Cptn Swain: He's a former Starfleet officer from what I understand. But the Elasians seem to be on the up and up about this, except for the identity of the broker. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Make a note of the problem, I'll see if I can get us upgrades. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Will do. Now, do we have a crate of mice labeled 'ferrets' in the cargo bay?" :: Irene tried her very hardest not to look in the direction of the Jeffries tube. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Seeing Maryse's report hit his task list, he thumbed it open to have a read at her recommendation, lifting a brow at her suggestion. Scrolling through, he pulled up Indaura's file and began to read.:: Wow, that's a lot of husbands and wives. ::Muttering to himself.:: Cptn Swain: It's the closest translation. ::to Val:: The Elasians have an... interesting government, but since the incident a few years ago have adopted a constitutional monarchy. The Lord Regent, however, still has considerable pull in the government and has been serving as the primary contact to the Federation while they move through the process of becoming full-fledged members of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: Anything's possible. U-P is good at building ships, not provisioning them. We had the same problem with the Copernicus. Cptn Swain: He's also one of the richest men in the Quadrant. Indaura Ryssan: I do need to get to know her better... :::thinks :: Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Interesting. Might come in handy to have him on our side." Cptn Swain: And he weirdly shares a name, if not pronunciation, with our Romulan friend. Cptn Swain: Lord Regent Koshic V, House of N'Dak (ehn-Dack). Cptn Swain: His full title is a mouthful. ::Shakes his head:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah. This is my first brand-new ship, so I'm not really used to things... being shiny and new, and also insufficient." VonDrake: ::thinking out loud:: Do you think it's kinda odd that we're...allowing this sale? By we I mean the Federation. I mean, it's essentially an arms deal to a party we've fought 2 wars against. Cptn Swain: You'd think universe would be a little more creative. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Just take it slow. Don't expect to fix everything right away, and you'll do fine. Rhan K'hal: ::hmms:: William Chocox: Those types of decisions are way above my paygrade. I'm just a lowly lieutenant Ensign. Irene Mincine: Valerie> :: Smirks. :: "That's why they pay you the big replicator credits, Cap." Hakran K'hal: Well, we'll get it settled, I'm sure we'll be stopping by a starbase or something of the like after this little hop. William Chocox: And besides, what can we do to stop it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a brief scan of the file, he finally stood and headed for the turbolift, hesitating only a moment as he tried to remember where they were located.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: She whips a pad out of her pocket and hands it over. :: "Yeah. I've drawn up a list of supplies that are missing from the configurable lab that would be nice to have." VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Isn't it part of the treaty? There had to be some sort of agreement there. I'm no expert on it, but it seems like there would be a piece on arms sales. Rhan K'hal: ::sighs audibly, flicks his ears as he's had them rotated backward to maintain the conversation the whole time, then gets up and goes over to the proper operations station:: Cptn Swain: We briefly visited Elasia once, when I was on the Pei Xiu. Lovely place. William Chocox: Possibly, but unless the order is illegal I'm not going to question it that much. Cptn Swain: Though I doubt we'll have much of an opportunity on this visit to sight see. Indaura Ryssan: I'll need profiles on everyone... what a read Hakran K'hal: ::accepts the padd:: This will be interesting to compare with the other departments. We may have all the right parts but in the wrong places. ::pauses:: That must sound horrible in your profession. Cptn Swain: ::Puts down his PADD:: Probably for the best. The sooner we have the inspections done and get the moveable feast moving to Cardassian space the better. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I hope I have a nice replicator like that in my office. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Haven't been out this way in years, yeah. I think I was on the Dunkirk during the war... nice place, but yeah not much sightseeing going on." Rhan K'hal: Yeah, even if the Elasians are on the up and up, there's no guarantee that someone else is unhappy about this transaction. Maryse Dubois: Hopefully they have the bugs worked out of them. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, Perhaps a nice holo-projection system...so people are comfortable... I'll have to ask engineering Rhan K'hal: Sooner we get them there, the better. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a short lift ride, he exited into Main Engineering and paused, completely unfamiliar with the department. He was definitely going to have to brush up on the ship layout.:: Indaura Ryssan: Did my bugs get out again? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Lets out a chuckle. :: "Exobiology can be fun." Maryse Dubois: That might be a good idea. Maryse Dubois: And I hope not. William Chocox: ::looks over at the turbolift and sees the Commander:: (m) Mind your Ps and Qs, XO is down here. (R) Hello Commander! Hakran K'hal: ::gives it a quick once-over:: Greedy. I suppose you might actually need /some/ of these. The rest, I might need to get Rhan to grease a few palms. Cptn Swain: The Klingons aren't exactly thrilled, especially since a number of systems aboard the Elasian ships were purchased from them, and unlike our technology, didn't come with a provision requiring they be stripped before re-sell. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He smiled at Chocox and ventured further into the depths of the ship's powerhouse.:: Ah, Chief Chocox... right? How are things down here? Rhan K'hal: ::shakes head:: Having competent bureaucrats has never been their strong suit. Cptn Swain: And, unhappy, would be a mild way to put the Romulan reaction. Which is to say nothing of the Bajorans. Cptn Swain: But I leave such things in the hands of the diplomats. Indaura Ryssan: Creatures.. I'll have to bring them there. :: a pause :: So, has medical been calibrated? Rhan K'hal: ::grunts:: I suppose this mission will be a good test of the tachyon emitters and sensors. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods:: Surgical suites were the first, in case of emergency. Most of the other systems are finishing up. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles. :: "Thank you, sir. That stuff will come in real handy. We've got the high-end lab equipment but we're missing a couple pieces of basic equipment for some reason." Cptn Swain: True, but I can understand the Cardassians wanting to defend themselves. William Chocox: I think Chief might be the title since I'm Chief Engineer, but the rank is Lieutenant. Whatever, not important, what brings you down here Commander? Cptn Swain: I know it's hard for people to trust them... ::he trailed off, he shouldn't have brought it up.:: Hakran K'hal: ::transfers the list to his own padd and hands the hardware back to Irene:: Irene Mincine: Valerie> "I wonder why." :: Sarcastically. :: VonDrake: ::spies the XO walking in:: Cptn Swain: ::He stood up and headed for the replicator Rhan K'hal: It's a hard balance, sir. We have to learn from history, but we can't forget that nothing is static in this universe. Which is far more philosophical than I want to get before lunch. Cptn Swain: ;; Good work, by the Rhan on that mix up with the cargo bays. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Ah, is it now? Interesting. ::Eyeing Chocox, he glanced back to his data padd and made a few notations.:: So... our upcoming away teams are going to be engineering heavy. We're tasked with inspecting the Elasian ships that were sold to Cardassia to ensure that no Federation tech is aboard. Cptn Swain: It's always something, isn't it Irene Mincine: Irene> "OK, great." :: She hrmed. They were still in front of the Jeffries tube. :: "So, uh, I need to look at my... experiment... in my lab..." Rhan K'hal: ::waves a paw dismissively:: I expected things to go sideways with something along the way. William Chocox: ::blinks at the comment about his rank being interesting:: That makes sense. Do you have teams picked out? Indaura Ryssan: I will leave you to your...work. :: nods then exits :: Hakran K'hal: I believe you do know the way by now. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Would you like to see what I'm working on?" Cptn Swain: Tea, Royal Milk. Hot. Tapioca, and sweetened. Two sugars. Hakran K'hal: Oh, I wouldn't dream of interrupting you until you've settled in for the day. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles and wanders off toward her lab area. :: VonDrake: ::looking away, down at his console, pursing his lips at what the XO said, thinking that the distrust and need for inspection is enough to cancel the deal:: Maryse Dubois: As soon as I hear from the Commander, I'll let you know. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his cup of tea and tastes it lightly before heading to his seat again:: Rhan K'hal: I programmed your preference in, sir. You should just be able to ask for tea from now on. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Careful with that. I asked for coffee a few hours ago and I got engine degreaser." Cptn Swain: Gunning for a promotion? Hakran K'hal: ::thwacks the Jefferies tube:: You're late, Valdar. ::saunters off to the physical sciences:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> No, I'm leaving that up to you. ::He flicked a finger over his padd.:: I just sent you the order and how many of your team we'll need. We have about forty to fifty that we'll be responsible for inspecting, so you'll be spread a bit thin here. Choose wisely. Rhan K'hal: I do have to make up for being a pain in the tail, sir. Irene Mincine: :: Valdar, the Trill geologist, emerges from the tube. She asks the computer for the time and then runs off toward the geology lab at full speed. :: William Chocox: ::picks up his PADD and looks at the order:: I'll have it done before we get there. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks, and goes back to reading:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances back to his padd.:: Do you have an Ensign Von Drake on shift right now? William Chocox: Yes, he's over at his console. ::points:: Probably the second best engineer we have right now. VonDrake: ::waves:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He squinted at Von Drake, glanced to his padd as he made a quick notation, then nodded.:: Very good. Well, that's all I have for you at the moment. You'll be notified of the inspection schedule as soon as we have it. William Chocox: Thank you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> One last thing, Lieutenant... ::He gave Will a hard stare.:: Are you currently engaged in any sort of dangerous, explosive, or semi-illegal projects in your department? VonDrake: :::eyebrow raise:: William Chocox: Absolutely not. Why would you think to ask that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Ah, no reason. ::He grinned.:: Enjoy the rest of your shift. ::He turned and headed back for the turbolift.:: VonDrake: ::looks at William:: Is there something I should know, sir? William Chocox: (m) Not while he's still in Engineering Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Whistling merrily all the while.:: VonDrake: ::watches Stanton leave:: You think he found that spot I told you about? William Chocox: I'm not sure, and I'm fairly certain that Commander Hawthorne sold me out. VonDrake: ::chortles:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1027.2019 The Excalibur has completed a rendezvous with the USS Georgetown where they have taken aboard additional supplies and crew before heading towards the Elasian homeworld where they will be joining an escort party for a large number of Elasian vessels that have been sold to the Cardassian government.

SD 1030.2016 Excalibur's senior staff (that's you) have been enjoying several days of leave at Deep Space 9 following the Battle of the Wormhole, while an extensive review of Excalibur condition has been completed to determine salvageability. Senior staff have been called to a meeting in DS9's ward room.

SD 1020.2019 MISSION BRIEF: The gang is (mostly) back together aboard a new, Luna-class Excalibur. The crew has been settling in as final work is wrapping up ahead of our formal launch. Luna-class Bridge:

MISSION BRIEF: The gang is (mostly) back together aboard a new, Luna-class Excalibur. The crew has been settling in as final work is wrapping up ahead of our formal launch. Cptn Swain: https://imgur.com/a/0sfANGw Cptn Swain: ^ Bridge Pic Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in Engineering waiting for the show to start:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene exits her quarters to go check out her new lab space. Fortunately, scientist bunks and the labs are both on deck 7. :: Rhan K'hal: (( oh oh, we need a navigator, that's what we get for hiring a one-eyed pilot )) William Chocox: This is such a beautiful engine. Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift onto deck 7 and steps out in front of Irene :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Your one-eyed pilot Val is getting her helm station set up on the bridge. A drydock yellowshirt is just closing a panel and leaving the helm console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits his ready room and onto the bridge, smiling:: Rhan K'hal: :: standing in front of tactical, scowling :: VonDrake: ::in Engineering, familiarizing himself with everything:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene stops short when Hak appears right in front of her! She's wearing her best blue uniform and carrying a small bag of assorted knick-knacks. :: "Come to check out the lab, sir?" William Chocox: How is everything looking to you Ensign Von Drake? Hakran K'hal: Oh, hello Irene. I've already seen them, I'm just coming to see how everyone is making do with their new space. Irene Mincine: Val> "New ship and they can't even get the warp controls to not blink 12.00..." :: She grumbles at her console. :: Cptn Swain: What's our status Mister K'hal? Have we finished bringing aboard our supplies? Rhan K'hal: :: checks his PADD, still scowling :: Very nearly, Captain. Maryse Dubois: ((hiya)) William Chocox: ((Howdy Doc!)) Irene Mincine: Irene> "Aha. I haven't seen my lab yet, actually, that's what I'm doing now. I've got some stuff here to make it feel like home." :: She bounces her bag and heads toward the lab space. :: William Chocox: And has anyone seen that nosy XO of ours around? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Seated in the XO's chair on the bridge, he stood as Swain entered and nodded.:: Captain. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles, follows :: VonDrake: ::looks around:: It's funny. I thought I was getting the hang of things on the old ship. Now I'm learning a new ship Indaura Ryssan: :: Just looking around at all of the new stuff :: VonDrake: ::shakes his head:: Not that I've seen. Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Stanton:: Commander. Everyone but our security chief aboard then? William Chocox: Well, I've only been here two weeks to get used to it. Cptn Swain: ::Pauses:: And the other crew we'll be picking up from the Georgetown? Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the shiny new Sickbay.:: Hmm... Maryse Dubois: ::Starts taking mental notes of things she already wants changed as she looks around.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene finds and enters her shiny new laboratory area, outfitted with the shiniest genetics equipment and biology equipment she's ever seen. She's in heaven. :: "Whoa! I didn't know they even made analyzers with spectrums this powerful..." :: She goes on and on about technical details of her equipment, whether Hak is listening or not. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded again.:: Aye, sir. All crew have reported to the ship. Just waiting on the last shipments to be loaded. Hakran K'hal: :: smirks at one of the assistant biologists :: You know it would've been more fun to leave the lab in generic mode until she showed up. VonDrake: ::motions to the screens:: I did change the contrast of the console screens to match that of the old Excalibur, if you didn't notice. VonDrake: ::wrinkles his nose:: The new screens were giving me headaches Cptn Swain: Good. ::Asher took his seat:: As soon as they're loaded I'd like to get underway. Our first orders are in already. William Chocox: Huh...I like it. And whatever allows you to work at your best. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Setting her bag down and unpacking a few personal things. A metal coffee mug, a small digital clock... :: "Generic mode? Oh, that's right, this is one of those convertible labs, isn't it?" Hakran K'hal: Indeed. I was skeptical at first, but it does indeed seem to work. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Any security concerns? Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the surgical suite.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Stretches out at her seat. She plays with some of the seat controls, getting it perfectly adjusted to her liking. :: "I could get used to sitting in this chair." Maryse Dubois: ::This was more to her liking, so she checks one of the wards.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "What other modes does it have?" :: She unpacks a few more small items. :: "You know, in Old Earth, they had bars like this too. You pull a lever and all the booze disappears when the inspectors come around." Cptn Swain: Hopefully not. ::He took a moment to settle into his new chair before continuing:: Once we rendezvous with Georgetown, we'll set course for Elasia. We'll be joining the small force escorting the vessels they're selling to the Cardassians to Cardassian space. Hakran K'hal: We still have labs on deck 8 & 10, but those are shared, large-scale inspection chambers. Rhan K'hal: :: to Val :: At least you have one, some moron in design decided to take it away from tactical again, meaning the first fire-fight we're in they'll have to wear magboots to avoid going flying the first time we get hit. Maryse Dubois: ::Checks out her office next, already thinking of possibilities.:: VonDrake: ::moves over to a different console:: The final diagnostics have been completed. Everything looks ready to go. The report is ready to be sent to OPS. Hakran K'hal: As for the type, it can get as focused as molecular microbiology, to pick one from your field. William Chocox: Send it. Cptn Swain: Should give us plenty of time to run system tests. ::He glanced over:: And security drills. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Laughs at Rhan's misfortune. :: "Maybe you can steal a dentist's chair from sickbay and bolt it to the bridge." VonDrake: ::sends the report up to OPS:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He grinned, having already planned several.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I'm impressed. Better than the cramped labs on the old Excalibur. I guess that's what happens when you're not aboard what Starfleet considers a tactical cruiser." Rhan K'hal: :: receives the report on his padd, gives it a speed-read before forwarding it on to Stanton :: Engineering reports diagnostics nominal. Maryse Dubois: ::Once done, she heads out, noticing one other office. If was the counselor's office, which was complete dark and empty. She frowned as she glanced around.:: Looks like I'm going to have to find a new one. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs as she leaves, heading for the TL.:: VonDrake: ::looks back to the CENG:: All the appropriate shakedown tests and diagnostics are scheduled at appropriate intervals. Hakran K'hal: Yes, this one is actually meant to explore, among other things. So "other things" is what they gave us. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The cargo bays signal that all materials have been brought aboard. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking at her desk :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Thank you, Lieutenant... K'hal, is it? Didn't I see another K'hal on the roster? Irene Mincine: Irene> "I can't wait to put these labs to use. It'll be nice to do research again on things other than Horta poop, or time travel, or..." Rhan K'hal: :: grunts, checks the next beep on his padd :: We've finally got all our shopping loaded into the trunk. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.:: Oy...It's even brighter up here. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Maryse :: Every new class they try something new, don't they? Cptn Swain: Good. Signal all decks to ready for departure. Hakran K'hal: Well, you'll have your chance shortly. Once we're underway. I ordered you some specimens to give the equipment its first workout. Rhan K'hal: Aye. Maryse Dubois: Indeed it does. Maybe they can turn the lens flares down. ::Walks over to Rhan, but then frowns when she realizes her usual console is on the other side of the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "I think it's kinda dark, actually." :: She shrugs and taps her console. :: "Helm is ready, all flight modes available." Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ All decks prepare for departure. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Ooh, nice!" :: She's practically bouncing like a certain Romulan. :: "What's first on the agenda?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> Station gives clearance to leave. Hakran K'hal: Plus some rocks for the planetary scientists. I'm sure Rhan's people will love delivering those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up from his data padd at the doctor's entrance, then checks the roster again, trying to put names to faces.:: VonDrake: :::moves back to his primary console for departure:: Rhan K'hal: We are cleared for departure. Hakran K'hal: :: hands Irene a PADD :: You're the bioboss. William Chocox: ::perks up when he hears that:: You heard the ship wide folks! We're getting this tub out into space! ::goes to his own console to get ready:: Cptn Swain: Clear all moorings. Rhan K'hal: :: tap tap :: All moorings cleared, ship is clear to maneuver. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Take us out Commander. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: She reads over the PADD. :: "Slime mold excretion analysis? You're joking, right?" Hakran K'hal: :: flicks an ear at the ship-wide, then grins over at Irene :: Actually, yes. Swipe to the next page. Maryse Dubois: ::Watches everything from the upper part of the bridge, near Rhan.:: This is the part that everyone likes, right? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns around to face the captain and commander expectantly. :: Rhan K'hal: For some reason. It's like getting excited about putting a ground unit into drive. Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs with a smile.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hmphs and opens the next page. :: "That's better. And it involves mice instead of slime!" Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching from her office :: Hakran K'hal: And these should manage to live through it, unless the equipment is faulty. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Lifting a brow, he merely nodded and looked to helm:: Set course for Elasia. Standard warp. William Chocox: ::smiles as he hears the warp core warm up:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Grins and turns back to her console. Hey, it wasn't a fighter, but at least she was flying something! tap tap tap :: "Aye, course locked in for Elasia, warp 6." Hakran K'hal: :: cargo handlers show up at the doors with crates of white mice that are not from an alternate dimension :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> We get some really great glory shot CGI of the Excalibur leaving dry dock complete with music. VonDrake: ::monitoring it all as things started kicking on and humming:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Engage. ::Doesn't do the little two finger hand movement, though.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Well, we'll find out pretty quickly. Might be a little messy, though..." Hakran K'hal: Which is my cue to go check on the space scientists. They get to scan Uranus. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Tap tap tap, fancy beeping noises :: "Aye." :: She presses the big ol' 'go to warp' button on the console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles as they leap to warp:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps down to the Command level once they were done.:: I hope you two are enjoying your new toy? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hmphs. :: "Is that the joke page or the real page?" Cptn Swain: ::Grins at Maryse:: She is nice. William Chocox: Whoo! That's the noise I love to hear! Hakran K'hal: Oh, that's the real page. :: fierce grin as he disappears through the doors into the corridor :: VonDrake: :::monitors the transition into warp:: Cptn Swain: Though I am looking forward to the seeing Georgetown one last time. She was the first ship I ever served aboard. Rhan K'hal: :: holsters his padd and uses the consoles since he has a lot of things to monitor :: Maryse Dubois: That's good. I can't complain on my end either, though we are short on key staff. A counselor to be more specific. ::Nods.:: Ah, a little reminiscent? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Have fun." :: As he leaves. Irene is alone in her lab, feeling right at home. :: Cptn Swain: They're decommissioning her, along with a lot of the other remaining Excelsiors. Irene Mincine: Val> "Readings are nominal. Looks like our first trip to warp's a success." :: Relaxes in her seat. :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads down a few doors into "his" lab, though it's still Kenet's territory technically, as the Bajoran woman made the jump with him :: So, how does Uranus look? Rhan K'hal: System resource usage is nominal. Maryse Dubois: I'm sure they've earned it. Considering that line has been around for quite a while. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: glares at Hak :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced to Swain briefly, then to Maryse.:: Doctor Dubois. Do you have any recommendations for a counselor? I have several applicants for you to review. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene's having fun performing some kind of experiment involving lots of white mice, it seems. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> One of the new operations crew messages Rhan to inform him there's been some sort of mix up in the cargo bay. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Stanton.:: I do actually, but with your permission, I would like to try looking "in house" first, so to speak. That is if she is willing. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns, opens audio communication :: +Callahan+ What sort of mix up, Mr. Callahan? Cptn Swain: ::Swain made a gesturing signaling his deference. :: VonDrake: ::looking over the data:: The jump to warp was clean, sir. There is room for some optimization, the pressure in the dilithium chamber is about .0001 millibars off optimum. Slows the engagement process by about .00125 seconds. It's nothing critical or that can't be worked next time we're idle. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Of course. That's your prerogative. If you need assistance, let me know. I'll forward you the other candidates anyhow. Your choice will need to be cleared first before we can reassign. William Chocox: Very good. Do you think this is something that will get worse with time? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Proudly makes a note in her log that the course she plotted is 3% more efficient than the finest computer Starfleet can build. :: Maryse Dubois: Understood. ::Heads back up to the upper level.:: Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go break the bad news. :;Smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances around to make sure he knew where the replicator was and heads over:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Maryse as she goes:: Maryse Dubois: :;Waves to Rhan as she gets back onto the lift.:: Rhan K'hal: :: gives a distracted wave back as he listens to the halting explanation :: Cptn Swain: Tea, Oolong. Hot. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the work, noting the enhanced multi-spectral resolutions :: Excellent. Stick closely to the schedule, Izal. We know what the Captain expects, but the XO strikes me as task-master and I'd prefer to start off on a good footing. Cptn Swain: ::Sniffs the tea, and then cautiously takes a drink:: Cptn Swain: Still not as good as the real thing. But not bad. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps back into Sickbay, searching.:: Indaura Ryssan: (I give tonight) Maryse Dubois: Now where is she? Rhan K'hal: +Callahan+ :: nearly growling :: Unless you'd like to put on a space suit and drag it out of the bay doors into the *other* bay while we're at warp, I'd suggest you come up with a solution as to how to stow them in their proper places and execute it within 3 hours. Rhan K'hal: +C+ K'hal, OUT. Indaura Ryssan: :: Not used to such new equipment :: Cptn Swain: What's our ETA to rendezvous with the Georgetown? Maryse Dubois: :;Enter's the doctor's office.:: Ah there you are. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: waves a dismissive hand :: We could do this blindfolded. VonDrake: ::purses lips:: Possibly, if it is a problem with one of the antimatter injection seals, the pressure could compound with each jump. If it is the injection system, then it might stay pretty static. We'll need to run a Level 4 diagnostic to find out. Irene Mincine: Val> "At warp 6, 16 hours, captain." Hakran K'hal: Just don't tell HIM that. Maryse Dubois: Dr. Ryssan, can you meet me in what is supposed to be my office? ::grins.:: William Chocox: Can you do the diagnostic at warp? Hakran K'hal: :: heads out to go check on the planetary scientists and their selection of rocks :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to her office and sits on the desk, since there is no furniture.:: Indaura Ryssan: Sure thing Doctor. :: goes to her office :: Rhan K'hal: :: resumes monitoring systems while simultaneously using benchmarking subroutines to test the computer under "duress" while operating at warp :: Indaura Ryssan: No chair? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good. I'll be in my ready room. Commander, I'd like a senior staff meeting at 1400 to discuss our orders, as well as the latest from Intelligence. Maryse Dubois: Sorry I seem to be lacking chairs, so just relax if you can. Cptn Swain: You have the conn. VonDrake: ::shakes his head:: Not a Level 4. I would need the system offline for at least 2 hours... I might be able to run a Level 2 diagnostic right at the next point we go to warp, it might be able to pinpoint the inefficiency that way. Maryse Dubois: Sooo....::Rests her hands in her lap.:: How would you like your own office? Indaura Ryssan: :: Leans against a wall :": Maryse Dubois: And I mean big office, not one you share with other doctors. William Chocox: Please, because I don't think we have time to take the system offline for that long. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Aye, sir. ::Curt nod.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: When underway, Val is focused intently on the helm, even if she doesn't have much to do at warp. She's deadly serious here. :: Indaura Ryssan: Oh.. Who's place was I in? Guess I thought I ran the place Indaura Ryssan: Quiet would be great with filing paperwork VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye sir. ::walks over to the diagnostic console and sets up a Level 2 diagnostic to trigger during the next warp cycle:: Indaura Ryssan: This has the room? Maryse Dubois: Well...don't give me an answer just yet, but we are short a ship's counselor. And I happen to think you would be great for the job. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks through results using both paws, eyes flicking from right to left as he goes into hyper-Rhan mode, all without extra coffee :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits into his new ready room.:: William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. William Chocox: So...have you found any good hiding places to keep secret projects away from the Commander's prying eyes? Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: satisfied with his people's performance, has a chance to gripe, muttering as he leaves the planetary sciences group :: What idiot decided that putting my office on deck 9 was a good idea? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Thumbing through security footage of engineering:: VonDrake: ::eyebrows raise:: Well... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

"He seems nice enough." "He is nice. He's a good captain," she insisted. "Then why leave? Why didn't you wait to be reassigned to a new ship?" Miranda sighed and swirled her drink in her glass. "It's complicated. He... he's made several mistakes lately. I've had a very difficult time forgiving him." "What sort of mistakes? What's so unforgivable?" "Nothing horrible. He didn't murder anyone, or anything like that. He's just been selfish. He put his own agenda before the ship's, before his crew's. He abandoned us and was damned lucky he didn't get thrown out of Starfleet because of it. We had to pull him out of the fire more than once. Every time I looked at his stupid face, I just wanted to punch it. That, and I got tired of babysitting." "Isn't that the job of an Executive Officer?" He laughed. She grinned despite her sour mood. "Most of it, yes. Babysitting the captain and all the rest of the crew, as well. It never ends." "Sounds like you made a good move for yourself. Get a bit of a break. Stop babysitting crew and start babysitting ships instead." "Yeah, I guess." She finished off her drink and set it on the table. "It's more the crew I'm missing right now. That and the chance to put the new ship through her paces. The Luna is such an amazing upgrade. I've already been all over her systems." "Always the engineer." She nodded. "Can't help it. Just like you can't stop being thick-headed phaser fodder." "Hey! Someone has to protect you delicate types. I'm looking forward to drilling the hell out of the crew. Security is always so lax on these exploratory missions." "Swain is going to hate that." She paused and grinned wickedly. "Do it as often as possible." He laughed again. "Done." Throwing a glance at the wall chrono, he sighed. "Time for me to get to the ship. Thought I'd get settled in early and see what mayhem I could cause." "Be careful out there, Jalen. I know it's been eight years since the accident, and you've gotten your feet wet again on the Cherokee, but deep space is another animal entirely. Nothing ever goes according to plan." "I know. I read through the Excalibur's records. She's... ah... got quite a history. Part of the reason why I requested the assignment after you'd declined." "I know, and I put in a good word for you. I was hoping they'd give you a shot." "Thanks. It means a lot to me." He took her hand and pulled her close, brushing the hair from her face as he captured her gaze. Their lips brushed in the softest whisper of a kiss. "It was good seeing you again," he murmured softly. As he drew away, she scoffed. "I hope it was a fair sight better than just 'good', Jalen." The blonde commander grinned. "Well, I didn't want to sound too cheesy. I'm supposed to be one of those strong, emotionless meat-head types, remember? Wouldn't want the girls hearing me spout poetry. Bad for my reputation." "Good luck with that. Another word of warning, if you catch Swain staring at you with a dreamy look in his eyes, he's probably debating the morality of seducing his first officer and cheating on his husband. Maybe use that to your advantage." "Always have and always will. No one can withstand the raw animal magnetism of Jalen Isaac Stanton." He smacked himself on the butt. She chucked a pillow at his head, which he ducked effortlessly. "Get out. I draw the line at people who refer to themselves in the third person." "Jalen takes offense to that and says you will miss him terribly." "Jalen has an overinflated ego and an overly high opinion of himself. He's also going to get his butt kicked if he doesn't get going." "See you when I get back?" "I'll be here," she promised. Send me some updates in the meantime. "I want to hear how you're getting on. And take care of my engineers, will you? Every once in a while they need their XO down in the pits making sure they don't blow up the ship." "I'll see what I can do."

MISSION BRIEF: It's been over a month since the Excalibur was formally decommissioned. Many of the crew have gone their own way seeking other assignment or moved on from Starfleet altogether. Curiously, the core of the old senior staff have found themselves rounded up in a conference room on Mars, but with no other orders. No one has seen either of their former command team in weeks either. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in sitting in a conference room on Mars:: Rhan K'hal: :: finds himself rounded up with the old gang in a conference room on Mars :: Hakran K'hal: :: ditto :: Rhan K'hal: Did you get a tan, Will? Maryse Dubois: ::Her transport had just recently arrived. She is just entering the conference room. Smiles when she sees familiar faces.:: William Chocox: Just a farmer's tan. It's amazing what living on a planet will do to you. VonDrake: ::is on Mars, not quite sure how he got here, hopes he didn't switch universes from Star Trek to Total Recall::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sitting next to Hak. She definitely *is* sporting a tan, and her black hair is in a slightly different style than her typical ponytail, too. Her blue uniform is nice and clean. :: "Are they sending us to temporal jail?" Rhan K'hal: Farmer's tan. Somehow I can't imagine you digging for organics. Rhan K'hal: :: glances over and sees Maryse enter, gives her the full 100 W grin :: William Chocox: Just a saying from when you get tan because you've been outside wearing clothes. Hakran K'hal: I dunno, ask me tomorrow. Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a slight wave and then sits over by Rhan.:: Hi stranger. William Chocox: How's your month been? Hello Doctor. Rhan K'hal: Heya. This is an unexpected pleasure. :: head nods at Irene :: Unless we're all going to temporal jail. Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the conference room with much longer hair and quite curly :: Rhan K'hal: My month has been busy, keeping 39 Tango going on beta shift. William Chocox: Fun. Rhan K'hal: So no tan for me. Irene Mincine: "It's nice to see everyone here again, jail or no jail." :: She plays with some of the hair strands falling down over her ear. :: VonDrake: ::meanders in to the conference room to see the group:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks Irene over :: You look... vital. Maryse Dubois: Oh? Who got tans? ::Looking around.:: I've been on a hospital ship the last couple of weeks. William Chocox: ::ponders, but decides against asking if Caitians can get tans due to possible cultural insensitivity:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiled to Maryse after her question. :: "I spent the last week or so on Proxima visiting my parents. Lots of sun this time of year and a short trip to Mars, thankfully." Rhan K'hal: :: head nods at Will :: From planting ODN conduits, apparently. Maryse Dubois: Well you certain look better than how I left you. William Chocox: Walking to and from my apartment to my office in Starfleet's Theoretical Engineering Department in San Francisco and talking walks at Lunch. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A yeoman drops by, bringing them water and basically airline snacks. Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks up to Doctor Dubois :: Good to see you. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Indaura.:: You too. Did you go see family? Hakran K'hal: Oh, doing time on the hills. You could probably model tights now. VonDrake: ::grabs a water, recalling a much nicer spread the last time this group was in a room together:: Maryse Dubois: ::Offers the seat next to her.:: Rhan K'hal: :: gives a friendly wave at Ryan :: Howsit, Ensign? Irene Mincine: "I had lots of time off, they stuck a fresh kidney in me to replace the one I lost, I got lots of help..." :: Quietly. :: "Had some fun with another ex-Excalibur scientist..." :: She grabs a pack of peanuts and a can of peach water. :: Hakran K'hal: :: smirks :: Guess you didn't need Rhan's help, just like you said. Indaura Ryssan: I did indeed, and got my hair extended. Thought a change was in order. Indaura Ryssan: All of my husbands are as...annoying as ever. Maryse Dubois: It looks good on you VonDrake: ::hears Rhan just as he takes a bite of his biscotti cookie, turns around and washes it down with a quick sip of water:: Good, good. ::looks around at the old Excalibur crew:: Good to be back. You? Indaura Ryssan: Sadly not regulation, so I'll have to fix that as I go. Irene Mincine: :: She shook her head. :: "Nope. Trill, not Caitian." :: Irene munches on some peanuts. :: "Starfleet chefs are really going downhill." Rhan K'hal: Curious as to why we're here, but otherwise same excrement, different day. Indaura Ryssan: My family has grown by two since I last saw everyone... that makes. :: thinks :: Seventeen now? Rhan K'hal: :: Indaura : I can see why you'd sign up for extended tours. Maryse Dubois: Well I already had Temporal Investigations knock on my door, so it surely couldn't be them again. William Chocox: Same...was interesting trying to hide it from my boss. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::The conference room doors opened and Miranda entered with a tall, blonde-haired commander in tow. She was looking far more relaxed than when they last saw her and was actually -smiling- as she saw they were all in attendance.:: Fancy meeting you here... Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded. :: "Yeah, they hit me up, too. They were pretty interested in my research on the temporal lube, even after I told them it didn't really work. Couldn't stop them from taking a blood sample, jerks." Indaura Ryssan: :: to K'hal :: And we all live in one large house. Our arrangements would drive many species insane. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was SHOCKED to see Miranda smiling, and it was infectious. :: "Commander!" Rhan K'hal: Commander, good to see you. :: nods to the other one :: Good [time of day], Commander. William Chocox: ::blinks and leans toward Rhan:: (w) She's smiling, why is she smiling? I don't like it. Indaura Ryssan: Went to a concert, some new group on Denobula, a small stadium of 100,000 or so. William Chocox: And hello Commander Hawthorne. VonDrake: ::nods to the Commander as she enters, his mouth full with the rest of his biscotti VonDrake: :: Rhan K'hal: :: smirks at Will's question & discomfort :: Hakran K'hal: Commanders. :: respectful nod x 2 :: William Chocox: ::looks over at Indaura:: I'm sorry, did you say that it was a small stadium? And it holds 100,000 people? Maryse Dubois: Oh my. A smiling Hawthorne? Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: No temporal authorities visiting my door, if they could find it. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Chocox :: Is that not small? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mincine. You're looking well. ::She glanced at the others, still smiling.:: The rest of you, as well. I take it that everyone has been enjoying the past month off doing different things? Indaura Ryssan: I never thought about is since land is so valuable on my homeworld Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't go that far, but it was an interesting change of pace. Irene Mincine: "Time off, vacationing, the occasional xenobiology shift on the starbase to keep me from going crazy, you know." :: Irene grabbed another can of peach water. :: Indaura Ryssan: So what's this all about? William Chocox: ::mouths No before turning back to Commander Hawthorne:: It's...been professionally boring, but personally exhilarating. Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the blonde haired Commander.:: Are introductions in order? Rhan K'hal: I also believe introductions are in order. Rhan K'hal: Echo echo echo. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: VonDrake: ::wonders if introductions are in order:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She eyed Chocox.:: Theoretical engineering, I heard. ::Glancing to the commander, she gestured.:: Of course. Forgive me. This is Commander Jalen Stanton. ::The blond man nodded politely.:: We just popped over from the shipyards. William Chocox: That's where I wanted to be if I got assigned anywhere, but apparently I blow too many things up. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan when she said shipyards.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene ate some more airline peanuts. :: "Shipyards?" Rhan K'hal: Shipyards, huh? I don't suppose you've been building us a dash-D? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should have contacted me, Chocox. I would have pulled some strings. I took an open posting at UT, deciding I'd rather be building new ships than patching up the ones we've broken time and again. VonDrake: ::kinda likes fixing the broken ones, himself:: William Chocox: I'll remember that for next time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She quirked an eyebrow at Rhan, though her lips twitched in amusement.:: As far as I am aware, no other Enterprises have been placed into service. Indaura Ryssan: A medical ship? Irene Mincine: "I don't think they would have called us all here if they wanted to tell us about their new medical ship." William Chocox: It's also a bit early for a crew reunion. Rhan K'hal: Oh, I dunno Will. Every 30 days for until the last one of us clocks out for the last time? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You do know that the Temporal division has an office here, don't you? Maryse Dubois: Which I've already spoken to. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "They already talked to just about all of us, I think." Rhan K'hal: They're everywhere to make sure we don't go everywhen. Or so the unofficial motto goes. Cptn Swain: ::Makes, an entrance:: Indaura Ryssan: I heard the temporal division office here keeps variable hours? Rhan K'hal: :: looks over again, smiles as Swain sashays in :: William Chocox: My boss was also very hard to keep in the dark about the Temporal people. Cptn Swain: ::Swain had his hair pulled back in a braid and his beard freshly trimmed. He seemed, almost pleased to see everyone in the room.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's astonished to see the total reunion of the senior staff now. :: "Captain!" William Chocox: Captain on deck...wait, is that still a thing since we're just in a conference room? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda moved to lean against the wall as Swain entered, her smile mysteriously disappearing. The handsome commander trailing after her stood casually with his hands behind his back, looking over Asher with interest. He threw Miranda a glance and she nodded slightly.:: Rhan K'hal: "Captain on miscellaneous flooring" doesn't sound as snappy. Maryse Dubois: The final piece to our merry band has arrived. You look well Captain. Rhan K'hal: Did everyone get to a stylist except the merry brothers K'hal? William Chocox: ::his hair is the same style, but looks recently cut:: Hakran K'hal: Watch who you're calling merry. Good to see you, Captain. VonDrake: ::notes the obvious change in demeanor in the Commander when the Captain walked in:: Cptn Swain: ::He looked over, surprised to see Miranda... and the handsome commander next to her.:: Good afternoon. I am glad all of you were able to make it. William Chocox: Do you know why we're here? Rhan K'hal: The question is: make what? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda and Commander Stanton both nodded in greeting to Swain.:: Irene Mincine: "Make our appointment with the finest snacks on a Federation short-range shuttlecraft." :: She eats a stale cookie. :: William Chocox: Can't have peanuts so I'll take your word for it. Cptn Swain: So, I have some news. Cptn Swain: And I wanted to share it with all of you. William Chocox: ::leans back in his chair and crosses his arms:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene has a whole lot of terrible jokes here, but she stays silent for the sake of her career. :: Rhan K'hal: :: perks ears up in Swain's direction in a silent "I'm all ears" display :: VonDrake: ::stops crunching on his biscotti:: Cptn Swain: After some conversation Starfleet, I have secured a new ship. Hakran K'hal: :: waits patiently and attentively, as usual :: William Chocox: Congratulations. Cptn Swain: The USS Enceladus, a new Luna-class ship due to be launched in a few weeks. Rhan K'hal: Ah, the Science Salad. I knew that one was coming up, thought it was spoken for though. Cptn Swain: Well. A few people owe me favors; I am hoping most of you will want to join me aboard. But before you do, there's one more thing. William Chocox: ((Like the U.S.S. Titan novels?)) William Chocox: ::blinks:: Rhan K'hal: (( the very same )) William Chocox: ((Just making sure.)) Irene Mincine: "One more thing?" :: Irene's excited enough about Swain getting a ship again. :: VonDrake: ::thinks "there's always a catch":: William Chocox: ::feels like he's watching an old crime procedural:: Cptn Swain: It took some... doing... but after chatting with a former commander of the Excalibur, Admiral Day, he was able to pull a few strings and... well instead of the Enceladus, she is going to be formally be commissioned as the USS Excalibur. Hakran K'hal: :: while waiting for the catch, is enjoying the irony of a ship named after a moon named after a mythological giant that was the enemy of wisdom :: William Chocox: Dash D? Irene Mincine: :: Irene was astonished at that. :: "You... what? You mean I don't have to print new business cards?" Cptn Swain: There is one catch, though, they've decided to give her a new registry number, so no E-D. William Chocox: Ah, I see. Rhan K'hal: Probably a good idea, see if the bad luck was attached to the number. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Hakran K'hal: :: backs up the irony truck at the news :: Cptn Swain: So. I know a lot of you have just started new lives, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to serve aboard the Excalibur again. Rhan K'hal: A chance to get my paws on that state of the art computer? I was in at "Luna Class" Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs.:: My work was only temporary anyways. But I will have to see the medical facilities before my decision is concrete. William Chocox: As long as I can get away from Theoretical Engineering I'll be glad...though I will need to talk to...sorry, almost revealed that I'm capable of having a personal life. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins! :: "I'm in. I can't wait to see the new science labs. Not like I had anything else going on since the last ship got turned into a cube." William Chocox: Is the crew all picked out? Cptn Swain: Good, I am happy, ::He glanced to Miranda:: Cptn Swain: Mostly, I was waiting to hear from most of you before filling some of the last roles. Hakran K'hal: :: glances at Irene :: I suppose you'll need a boss that understands your... methods. VonDrake: :::nods:: I'm in. Indaura Ryssan: I have some medical experience. William Chocox: How sturdy is the EPS system? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I do hope you all decide to rejoin the Excalibur. We've just given the Luna her last round of testing and she really is a marvelous ship. ::Miranda added.:: Commander Stanton has just been assigned as the Executive Officer of the Enceladus / Excalibur. I offered to give him the preliminary introductions so he can get to know you all better. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides a can of peach water toward Hak. :: "Your head of xenobiology and exogenetics is at your disposal. My methods? Come on, we all lived, didn't we?" William Chocox: Wait, you're not coming back? William Chocox: ::looks like he may be regretting this decision:: Maryse Dubois: ::Raises an eyebrow.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked at Miranda. :: "You're not coming, Commander?" Cptn Swain: ::He looked to Stanton with a warm glance:: Rhan K'hal: What, go from a job that's making her happy back to the one that gave her migraines? William Chocox: How many Chief Engineers are going to let me do what I wa- I mean be able to deal with me? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ah, no. ::She shook her head.:: Unfortunately, my commitment at the shipyards is for a bit longer yet, so you'll have to enjoy her maiden voyage without me. You'll be in good hands with Commander Stanton, however. Cptn Swain: Well about that. Mister Chocox. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Do you have any smelling salts in case he faints? William Chocox: ::turns back to Swain:: Cptn Swain: Commander Tandaris is still on assignment and won't be available anytime soon, so I was hoping that you'd like the job as my Chief Engineer. William Chocox: [expletive deleted] yeah! ::claps his hands over his mouth:: (m)Sorry. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda grinned at the offer.:: Cptn Swain: ::He grinned slyly towards Miranda:: Maryse Dubois: Unfortunately I left the good stuff in my coat on the transport. A good slap and some cold water can work instead. :;Grins.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was very happy at all this news. :: "So, are we throwing another party for this?" Cptn Swain: Well then. That settles it. Your new orders will be cut shortly. The Excalibur will be departing drydock in two weeks. Cptn Swain: ::Irene:: We have a lot of work to do before the champagne bottle. Rhan K'hal: Repainting the name, for one. :: Miranda :: I hope you give those people an extra long weekend after having to do it twice. Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: She makes a mental note as well to check if her recent Trill fling would be on the new Excalibur's crew. :: Cptn Swain: << and >> William Chocox: ((Wait, did Irene and I both start things with Trills? Now I feel like a copycat.)) Cptn Swain: (( Ithene would be so proud of you Will )) Maryse Dubois: ((There's enough spots to go around.)) Irene Mincine: (( lol )) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

STARFLEET PERSONNEL FILE: Stanton, Jalen Isaac Rank: Commander Serial number: ZC 459-003 Current assignment: Executive Officer, U.S.S. Excalibur Date of birth: November 29, 2345 Age: 44 Race: Human Place of birth: Birmingham, England, United Kingdom, Earth Parents: Charles and Evelyn Stanton Siblings: Tristen Stanton (48), Jessica Napier (42) Education: Starfleet Academy, 2363-2367 Specialization: Security / Command Marital status: Single Children: None Quarters: Deck 2, Executive Officer’s Quarters Physical description Height: 6’4” Weight: 220 lbs Build: Muscular Hair color: Dirty blonde Eye color: Blue Ethnic background: Caucasian Starfleet Career Summary 2367 - As Ensign, assigned to U.S.S. Bastion as security officer under Captain Rose Quintano. 2369 - Promoted to Lieutenant, j.g. and assigned to primary tactical rotation. 2370 - Decorated for rescue of civilian expedition on Varas II. Promoted to full Lieutenant. 2372 - Assigned to U.S.S. Nautilus as security officer under Captain Ian Harris. 2374 - Temporary field promotion to Chief of Security on U.S.S. Nautilus during First Battle of Chin'toka in the Dominion War. Later permanently assigned to the position and promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. 2375 - Decorated for service for assisting Commander Elias Vaughn and others of the Twelfth Fleet in infiltrating Dominion-occupied Betazed to aid the local resistance and help to liberate the planet. 2376 - Assigned to U.S.S. Lovette as Chief of Security under Captain Joshua Utz. 2381 - Severely injured while on away team mission. Remanded to Starfleet Medical in San Francisco for recovery and rehabilitation. 2383 - Returned to active duty. Assigned to U.S.S. Cherokee as Executive Officer under Captain Julie Hong. Promoted to Commander. 2389 - Assigned to newly commissioned U.S.S. Excalibur as Executive Officer under Captain Asher Swain.

SD 1013.2019 It's been over a month since the Excalibur was formally decommissioned. Many of the crew have gone their own way seeking other assignment or moved on from Starfleet altogether. Curiously, the core of the old senior staff have found themselves rounded up in a conference room on Mars, but with no other orders. No one has seen either of their former command team in weeks, either.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ACTION> There are small plates and even bottles of champagne in the lounge. For a briefing it is a bit, unusual. Rhan K'hal: :: enters the lounge and stops short, seeing the spread :: VonDrake: ::walking into the lounge, spots all the goodies:: William Chocox: ::walks in and looks at everything suspiciously:: Hakran K'hal: :: as he was walking behind his brother, smacks right into him but spins around with Caitian agility, glaring at him on the pass-by :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood at the window, waiting for the others to arrive, studying Excalibur as it floated in space. She looked as rough on the outside as she did the inside, but Miranda still thought her an elegant ship.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrives at the briefing, fresh, clean, and not smelling like booze. Success! Unsure of the etiquette in this case, and suspicious of the spread, she waits for someone else to start snacking first. She whispers to Hakran. :: "This isn't normal, is it?" Rhan K'hal: :: finally heads the rest of the way in :: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Perhaps if we had just saved the Federation from an invasion. Not so much for a briefing. VonDrake: ::wonders what the celebration is about:: Indaura Ryssan: :: At the briefing :: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting at a table in the lounge, she begins people watching, but can't help to glance out the viewport once in a while.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh, will there be food here? Hakran K'hal: That is generally what plates are for. :: nods toward them :: VonDrake: ::sees the Excalibur out the viewport, just kinda stares at it for a second:: Rhan K'hal: :: grabs a seat by Maryse :: Despite the bubbly, this has the feeling of a wake. William Chocox: ::looks out the window:: Those station monkeys better not ruin her. Cptn Swain: ::Enters the room, wearing his hair down.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh goodie. Hakran K'hal: :: double-takes the informal Swain :: VonDrake: ::looks over at William:: I'm sure they're doing fine. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a plate, et al :: William Chocox: ::scoffs:: They better. Irene Mincine: "Pretty sure we did a good job of that already..." :: She muttered after Chocox spoke, and then instinctively stood at attention when Swain walked in, formal or not. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned to survey the crew, hands held behind her back.:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher smiled, and made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: flips an ear at Irene's comment, but doesn't add any commentary :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Rhan.:: It definitely seems like it.:: Cptn Swain: Everyone here? William Chocox: Looks like it Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glancing about, she nodded.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene realizes she's the only one at attention and relaxes. She takes a seat near Hakran. :: Cptn Swain: ::Gets a drink from a passing waiter:: VonDrake: ::didn't even notice the wait staff:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everyone, please help yourselves. ::She gestured to the table laden with appetizers and beverages.:: William Chocox: ::still suspicious about the spread:: VonDrake: ::grabs a piece of shrimp, dips in some cocktail sauce, and takes a bite:: Rhan K'hal: Why do I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security? ::dry & rhetorical:: William Chocox: ::takes some nibbles:: Maryse Dubois: Because this isn't the first time. ::Smirks.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Was very hungry for some reason :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs some lunchmeat slices and pours herself some hot tea. :: "They're buttering us up before they announce we're all getting psychiatric evaluations for our performance." Cptn Swain: ::Clinks his glass with a small rod to get everyone's attention: VonDrake: ::grabs some seltzer water from the waiter, actually surprised that they had some:: Hakran K'hal: :: passes on the spread, swivels ears and gaze to Swain at the clinking :: William Chocox: ::has procured some bourbon:: Irene Mincine: :: Looks to the informal captain when the clinking occurs. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up, with a cube of cheese in her mouth :: Ummph Cptn Swain: Hello everyone. Thank you for coming. I hope you're enjoying the food and drinks. William Chocox: Depends on the outcome of this meeting Cptn Swain: We've had a... interesting few weeks. Irene Mincine: :: Quietly... :: "You could say that..." :: Sip. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Rhan K'hal: :: didn't bring his PADD, so he can't send the "get on with it" audio clips to Swain's communicator - which is probably a good thing - maybe :: Cptn Swain: I am afraid that I don't have the good news you were I hope you were also hoping for. Maryse Dubois: :;Quietly to Rhan.:: Here it comes... Indaura Ryssan: :: frowns :: Cptn Swain: Starfleet has determined after a review of the damage and the larger needs of the Fleet, that the Excalibur is to be decommissioned. William Chocox: [Expletive Deleted] VonDrake: ::both eyebrows raise Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks down at the table and puts her head down. Klingon cursing is muffled by her arms. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda threw a glance out at the ship, but didn't look at all surprised.:: Hakran K'hal: :: not having been on board very long, doesn't really have an emotional attachment to the ship, but realizes others do :: Cptn Swain: We'll have a few days for you to collect your things. They'll be beginning stripping the few salvageable systems soon. Rhan K'hal: And then? Cptn Swain: I wish that I had better news. I've spoken with Starfleet Command, and for now there's no immediate plans to begin construction on a new ship. William Chocox: And what about us? Where do we go? William Chocox: ::has visions of being a station monkey:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked to Maryse, then the captain. :: "What does that mean for us?" Cptn Swain: You'll all have the opportunity to take some much needed leave, after that -- I can help anyone with new assignments if you want. A few people owe me favorites. Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't seem all that surprised, but does look at least a little sad.:: Cptn Swain: ::Holds up his champagne flute:: To the Excalibur... she was...is... a good ship. William Chocox: I think I'm going to be sick. ::downs the bourbon and grabs another:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: To the Excalibur. ::Miranda half-heartedly held up her glass in toast before downing the entire contents.:: Irene Mincine: "I feel like jumping into a warp core..." :: She refills her teacup with the closest alcoholic beverage she can find on the table, and joins in the toast. :: Cptn Swain: ::Drinks his champagne:: William Chocox: ::downs his bourbon again:: VonDrake: ::holds up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, trying to process this info:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd like to say to everyone that, though the circumstances of her decommissioning are less than ideal, you have all served admirably well. I have been proud to call you part of her crew. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: No Captain could ask for a finer crew. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nothing you did led to this moment. It is simply an unfortunate series of events. We will rebound and move on. William Chocox: Hmph Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked unconvinced of that as she surreptitiously refilled her teacup with more bubbly. :: Rhan K'hal: My family can confirm that breaking Excaliburs is a long-established tradition. Hakran K'hal: :: swipes Irene's cup :: No you don't Indaura Ryssan: To another home. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: And, Miranda... I couldn't have had a better first officer. William Chocox: Let her have it K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "No, he's right and I... I shouldn't, not in my mood." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like a nice gesture. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in acknowledgement to Swain, though sadly.:: We should talk after. ::Quietly to him.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finger waves a waiter over, grabs Irene a sparkling juice :: William Chocox: Man, I'm going to have to learn how to not be weird in Engineering. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, and cleared his throat:: Please, enjoy yourselves. Thank you all, again, for being the best crew I've ever had the pleasure of commanding, William Chocox: (M) Wonder if I could get the replicators to produce Everclear. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: So. More official leave after three weeks of being on hold. What are you thinking? Maryse Dubois: I'm thinking we need to get off of this station. Cptn Swain: ::Smiles again, and motions for Miranda to follow him to a quieter area of the lounge:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Figures she would head back home :: Rhan K'hal: That I can agree with wholeheartedly. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A jazz band begins playing music softly, and the waiters bring out more food and drinks. William Chocox: San Francisco here I come, doo-dah doo-dah Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She takes another glass of champagne with her as she follows Swain, leaving the crew to discuss the situation among themselves.:: William Chocox: ::turns to Von Drake:: What about you? Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks to Hakran and sips the sparkling juice. :: "Disgusting." :: She drinks the rest. :: "Refreshing, but disgusting." :: She shakes her head. :: "I don't know what I'm going to do. Proxima's pretty far from here. I've been in for... what, a year, so I don't think I have much leave..." Hakran K'hal: What do you WANT to do? Maryse Dubois: Any planets of interest nearby? VonDrake: ::didn't notice the band either, is beginning to doubt his situational awareness:: I dunno, Daystrom Institute, maybe? Rhan K'hal: On our side of the borders? Not so much. They picked an asteroid for 39 Tango for a reason. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "What I _want_ to do right now is... not appropriate for polite company." Maryse Dubois: Bleh... William Chocox: Hm, interesting. What's out there for you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: VonDrake: ::thinking about Crystal:: Friends... Cptn Swain: ::Glances over once they're out of eat shot: William Chocox: Ah, "friends" :: makes the air quotes:: Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Honestly, if we're not getting a group transfer to a new ship, I'm thinking maybe I should just get on with it. After three weeks I'm itching to work. Hakran K'hal: Well, what kind of impolite company do you need? Cptn Swain: I talked to the Admiral, she's going to do what she can to get Starfleet to give us a new ship, but I don't know. She's all but offered me the Strausbourg. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: I'd still need an executive officer. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed heartily at Hak's terrible joke, which lightened her mood. :: "The female kind would be nice, for a start." :: Sip. :: VonDrake: ::nods:: Maybe I can get an assignment there... I always liked research William Chocox: Could be fun. Hakran K'hal: I'm afraid I'm all out of those. I could call my mom, but if you've seen Rhan in a bossy mood, imagine that times 10. Though speaking of Rhan, he knows the station pretty well, he might be able to make you an introduction if it's that big of an itch. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a sip of her drink, frowning.:: I would be honored, but... I've already requested reassignment to the fleet yards at Utopia Planitia. I was offered a command position in their engineering department, and I think I want to get back to do hands on work. At least for the interim. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I totally understand. I should at least look into some temporary assignments, or maybe a project. Cptn Swain: ::He smiled:: I understand. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head and laughed some more. :: "I'm sure I can find my own company. I've got a lot of practice. But more importantly, if you're going after an assignment, lemme know. I'd love to keep working with you." VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah. But I don't know if I'm ready to give up on a field assignment, not so quickly. VonDrake: ::looks at William:: What's in the cards for you? William Chocox: I have no clue...I need to learn how to make friends though. I fear I'm going to become a station monkey. Cptn Swain: When do you leave? Rhan K'hal: I imagine if you put your name on the free agent list, you could choose the cream of the crop. With your kind of experience. Honestly, if you were more interested in command, 'Fleet would be offering you an XO position on a hospital ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It will be nice to not be in danger of exploding on every mission. ::She sighed and glanced back to the window.:: Day after tomorrow. I'm hitching a ride with the Rialto. Cptn Swain: ::He left it unsaid, but he assumed that meant she'd asked for the reassignment even before they'd learned about decision.:: Hakran K'hal: I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure why I haven't, I wasn't exactly expecting any other news than what we heard. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I was just waiting on the official word. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Let's have dinner then tonight. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged. :: "I can't imagine I'm an officer in high demand, other than the scarcity of exobiologists." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, one last time. ::She glanced back to him, a tinge of regret in her eyes.:: Hakran K'hal: Well, if I do finagle a spot I'll see if I can shoehorn you in. Though I'm not exactly high on the ladder. Though I suppose I could pull a Rhan and use family connections, but I hate doing that. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hah...I would end up being a pain in the ass. ::Shrugs:: But I don't quite think they are ready for me yet. Indaura Ryssan: :; More cheese :: VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Nothing wrong with that. Station work is admirable Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "I have some family connections too, if you can't find anything. I'm sure I'll be okay, even if I end up sitting on a research station splicing potato genes for the rest of my life." Cptn Swain: Good. 1830, then. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: You'd probably hate it anyway, means even more paperwork and less patient time. Maryse Dubois: ::shudders:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll see you then. Hakran K'hal: You can always make French Fries with what you don't splice. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1006.2019 The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock.

SD 0929.2019 The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is wondering the promenade again:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher sat quietly, and alone, on the promenade drinking tea, watching worker bees circle the Excalibur in one of the float dry dock units:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her quarters, reading a recent evaluation on Irene.:: Rhan K'hal: :: in the tiny tea/coffee/[misc. beverage served from plant parts]-house, sipping on some Rigellian concoction brewed from the bark of some swamp tree :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on one of the starbase's many holodecks, working out her frustrations by beating up holo-Klingons with heavy-looking metal gauntlets. She'd had yet another counseling session earlier and definitely needed this, from her attitude there. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Takes a deep breath before approaching Swain:: Hakran K'hal: :: lost in thought, eyes looking off into mental deep space, Hak slowly weaves his way around people on the promenade, managing not to run into anyone by feline-autopilot :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Captain, I hope I am not interrupting. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: No, not at all. Have a seat. Rhan K'hal: :: finishes his drink, recycles it in the replicator, and then walks out of the little cozy nook while stretching himself out simultaneously :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff on the station :: Maryse Dubois: ::Puts the report down and decides to go for a walk.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::settles in:: I wanted to tell you personally. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda really didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't have a ship to worry about -- that was Starfleet's problem now. Even the repairs were being seen to by the station personnel. It was irritating to have someone else in charge of *her* ship.:: William Chocox: ::wanders over to a small knick knack seller and peruses the wares:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I've decided to take another posting. I've been offered a position at the academy, and I just... Cptn Swain: ::Asher nodded:: I understand. Well good luck. Rhan K'hal: :: sees his blank-eyed brother off in the distance, sighs - there was nothing more he could do to help Hak make a decision :: Irene Mincine: :: After a tough battle, Irene looked exhausted. :: "Computer, pause program." :: Covered in sweat, she removed her gauntlets and tossed them on the ground. :: "Hoo. OK." :: The gauntlets disappeared and Irene leaned against a rock wall. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the upper level of the promenade, she leaned on the railing, watching the ships outside of the station. Her perpetual frown was in place and only deepened when she caught sight of Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Makes it to the promenade, she begins wandering.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well, I'll leave you alone, sir. I just wanted to say that it's been an honor to serve under you. Rhan K'hal: :: find an empty spot of bulkhead and leans against it, people-watching :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks out of their sickbay :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene decides she's had enough for now and calls up an exit, leaving the holodeck. She heads down a corridor full of other holodecks, her long black hair down and wild for once, on her way to the promenade's lower level. :: Hakran K'hal: :: continues his zombie march while he tries to force himself to make a decision, already :: William Chocox: ::leaves the small kiosk and continues walking:: Cptn Swain: ::Sighs again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing off the railing, she paused at the nearby shop to order something to drink, selecting a low caffeine option. She really didn't need any additional nervous energy right now.:: Cptn Swain: ::He saw Miranda and decided to go say hello. They had barely talked in the two and half weeks since they'd returned and he felt isolated in a way he hadn't considered.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Seemed like the promenade was full of Excalibur crew, which was to be expected. She walked over to a viewport to gaze outside for a minute.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finally his eyes de-glaze, and he finds a nearby seat and falls into it, bent forward with his head between his knees :: William Chocox: ::sees Dr. Dubois and decides to look out the same viewport:: Hello Doctor. Indaura Ryssan: :: sees K'hal :: Hakran, is that you? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she looks over.:: Mr. Chocox. Enjoying your leave? Irene Mincine: "You look like absolute hell, sir," :: Said Irene as she approached Hak and took a seat next to him. Cptn Swain: ::He made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up, his eyes focusing in that predatory way as he gets greeting in stereo :: William Chocox: I haven't been able to fix anything really, but otherwise it's been good. What about you? Cptn Swain: Miranda. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catching sight of Swain as she turned about with her drink, she nodded and went back to lean against the rail again.:: Captain. How's your husband? I don't see any bruises. Hakran K'hal: :: his voice rough :: Yes, it is, Doctor. :: wrinkles his nose at sweaty Irene :: Can't say you smell much better. Cptn Swain: Arden's on assignment. ::He said with a sort of sigh:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Were you able to see him before he left? Or was he gone when we got here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in front of K'hal and Irene :: Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that. I was on my way to the gym showers." :: She looked a little embarrassed, forgetting about K'hal's acute sense of smell... :: "I could bother Dr. Dubois instead, but I don't think she'd appreciate it as much as you." :: Gesturing to her and Chocox by a viewport. She motions for Indaura to take a seat, too. Maryse Dubois: About the same. Plenty of time to relax at the moment. Cptn Swain: Gone. ::he bit his lip again:: He's been assigned as XO on a science ship conducting a survey of one of the planets we... you and... that we visited during my uh... when you all rescued me. William Chocox: I get antsy sometimes if I have too much time to relax. That might be an issue. Hakran K'hal: She's probably had her fill of you anyway. At least Dr. Ryssan got the patient multipack. Cptn Swain: He left me a message. ::He smiled, somehow:: I think its the first time he's the one leaving a dear john letter. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So it all comes full circle. ::She snorted and took a drink.:: Last I heard, Excalibur is in bad shape. If they decide to repair her, she's going to be down for a long time. Have they told you any different? Hakran K'hal: :: an ever so small amount of amusement working into his otherwise rough voice, sounding like he hasn't talked to anyone in days - which he hasn't :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits :: I feel I am still new here. Not understanding my place on the ship nor the places of everyone else. Cptn Swain: I met with the Admiral this morning. Maryse Dubois: You could always play in the holodeck and break some stuff. Indaura Ryssan: We could suppress your smell sense if you need. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned lightly. :: "Yeah. I've had my fill of doctors this week, too." :: Looking to Indaura. :: "Present company excepted. I know my place: doing science and breaking things." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And? Did they have any answers? Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: A lot of forceful personalities to deal with. You just have to see an opening and slip into it. Or ask my brother, he'll drag you in, whether there's a hole or not. William Chocox: ::shrugs:: That never really was my thing. I usually break stuff on the ship. Cptn Swain: She promised me I would know first, but the initial review wasn't positive. Maryse Dubois: Oh I'm sure there is a program you would enjoy. Hakran K'hal: And I'll pass on suppression. I'm already getting used to it. :: small lift at the corners of his mouth :: Thank any applicable deity. Indaura Ryssan: Don't worry, doctors make the worst patients. William Chocox: Maybe. Depends on how much longer we're here. Irene Mincine: "Klingons can give them a run for their latinum in that department." :: She said with a grin. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I thought not. ::She sighed.:: You spoke once of making a change. Any thoughts on that now? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Depending on what they want to do with her, I imagine. Hakran K'hal: :: looks out at the ships, including the Excalibur :: Have you ever wondered "what the hell am I doing in Starfleet?" William Chocox: I didn't spend multiple multi-day stints keeping her together with spit, wire, engineering tape, and prayers to any god that was listening for them to decommission her. Oh, and thank you for the finger repair by the way. ::waggles the fingers on his left hand:: Indaura Ryssan: They don't have the same appreciation for healers. Cptn Swain: I don't know. I asked about a new Excalibur, she said she'd do what she could. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "This is what I've always wanted to do. My mother's the one who is asking 'what the hell is she doing in Starfleet?' And, uh, yeah. Klingon medicine is medieval compared to a Federation sickbay." Cptn Swain: With Arden out on assignment for at least another six months. I don't know. I guess I could take a new assignment, something short term till his mission is done and we could decide whats next together. Indaura Ryssan: I more wonder: "Why here, why on the Excalibur?" As much as my services are required on Denobula, I wanted to experience more than what the homeworld offered. Indaura Ryssan: I don't meet people like you two on Denobula. Cptn Swain: You? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: No problem. Irene Mincine: "And I wouldn't meet people like you two on Proxima." Indaura Ryssan: A doctor is often a support role, so we are needed everywhere. William Chocox: Rumor has it we're losing some personnel. Have you thought about what your next move is? Hakran K'hal: :: chuckle :: Growing in up San Francisco, meeting interesting people wasn't the problem. It was that they were always so transitory. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't know. I want to see what they're going to do with her before I make any hard decisions. ::She swirled her drink in her cup.:: I've put out a few feelers. Hakran K'hal: Not that I can say I cared much. All I wanted was to be out there ::wave at the window:: doing cutting edge science. Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs.:: I go where they need me. If I'm needed on any form of an Excalibur, then I suppose that's where I'll be. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I didn't expect the science to cut back. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Irene Mincine: "Me too." :: She sighed. :: "Starfleet Medical could recommend that I be taken off starship duty for my... recent behavior." :: She said bluntly. :: "I don't know what I'd do if that happened." Indaura Ryssan: Frontier science, like frontier medicine Indaura Ryssan: I'll do everything I can to keep you where you are at. William Chocox: That's good. You're probably the best doctor I've had. Hakran K'hal: :: delivered as dry as a Vulcan desert :: Let her take a shower before you glue her down, Doc. Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: It's what I do. William Chocox: I'm trying to imagine them posting me on a Starbase or something. ::shudders:: Maryse Dubois: There's no fun in that. Indaura Ryssan: In fact, I will prescribe a shower with water and not sonic. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I know Commander Hawthorne doesn't want me to go, but it's up to her more than anyone else, I think." :: She gestures to Maryse. :: "A hot shower sounds great right about now, too." William Chocox: No, not at all. I might have to like, "make friends" or "go on dates". Indaura Ryssan: The holodecks on the station can provide any water-based shower you need... a massage if you need it as well. Indaura Ryssan: This ship is hard for me as well. My people live very close together and being in quarters of my own is rather...isolating. Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Irene Mincine: "Want to trade? Ensigns like me get bunk rooms. Though now that I've got a year under my belt, I might get a higher-priority room assignment... if as much of the crew gets reassigned as the rumor mill says." :: She said the last bit stoically. :: Indaura Ryssan: We'll see if a larger place can be considered. Hakran K'hal: Don't believe too much from the rumor mill. And... assuming we're still all together, ask Rhan about the quarters. He could set up a bed for you in the mess hall if you wanted it. Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a playful shudder.:: Sounds awful. William Chocox: I've never been too much of a people person outside of work. Maryse Dubois: That's understandable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So I guess we're just all in limbo right now. I should be happy for the rest, but truthfully, I'm just annoyed. Cptn Swain: I feel much the same. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I'm fine wherever I am. Give me a cot in the hallway outside the plasma injectors and I'll sleep fine. And I'm sure it's just rumors. We'll be together." William Chocox: I almost expected a lecture on healthy work/life balance. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: We all need a space for interspection. Hakran K'hal: Should I quote you on that the next time I see Rhan, Irene? Irene Mincine: "Don't you dare." Maryse Dubois: I've already had two stubborn patients that I had to lecture. I'm on vacation now. :;Grins.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has been left behind in the Sarras system where it will be towed back by the Starfleet tug USS Abanaki. The crew is returning to Starbase 39 Tango aboard the USS Monte Blanc. As we pick up, the Monte Blanc is arriving. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in the crowded Ten Forward with a lot of crew from both ships, watching the station grow larger through the large, curved windows :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's not in Ten Forward or anywhere else. In fact, she hasn't been seen outside her quarters in days. :: Cptn Swain: ::In Ten Forward aboard the Monte Blanc drinking tea. He had a new haircut:: Rhan K'hal: :: first in line at the main hatch :: William Chocox: ::in the lounge watching out the windows as well:: How are you doing Lieutenant K'hal? Maryse Dubois: ::Is in one of the holodecks she had reserved, a program running.:: VonDrake: ::finishing a story to his annoyed bunkmate, Ensign O'Malley of the Mont Blanc::….And that's really the thing about the rockhopper penguin, they are quite remarkable creatures. Hakran K'hal: :: frowns at the station :: VonDrake: O'Malley>::trying to hide his annoyance:: Fascinating.... But, you should really be getting to 10 Forward, I think you're getting ready to depart. Rhan K'hal: Mont Blanc Security Officer> :: arrives on station at the hatch, notices the Caitian in an operations jumpsuit already there :: Rhan K'hal: Mont Blanc Security Officer> Is our ship that bad? VonDrake: ::glances at the time:: Wow, how time flies. ::grabs his duffel, and extends his hand to O'Malley:: It's been a pleasure Ensign. Maybe one day I can return the favor of your hospitality. Rhan K'hal: Oh, not at all. Quite spiffy, actually. Just want to get on with things. Hakran K'hal: :: not at all wanting to get on with things as he still hasn't made his mind :: William Chocox: Am I forgetting an unfortunate incident at Starbase 39 K'hal? Hakran K'hal: :: frown deepens :: VonDrake: O'Malley>::shakes Ryan's hand:: If I could be so lucky...now go, before you get left behind. VonDrake: ::nods, and departs O'Malley's quarters:: VonDrake: O'Malley>::collapses in mental exhaustion onto his bed:: Hakran K'hal: :: shakes out of his inner nebula, looks over at Will :: Oh, hello. No, I'm... just not quite ready. The Mont Blanc could've taken an even more scenic route. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her time aboard the Mont Blanc was thankfully coming to an end. Not that she hadn't appreciated the lift, but Miranda wanted her own ship back. The fact that it was being tugged, rather than returning by its own power, irked her more than a little. However, simply because she'd been aboard another ship didn't mean she hadn't been working. Pausing in front of Mincine's quarters, she rang the chimes.:: William Chocox: Unfortunately we only seem to take scenic routes on the Excalibur. I'm not entirely sure that other ships don't just go from Point A to Point B, complete their mission without a hitch and then return to Point A to get a new mission and crew. Irene Mincine: Irene> "What do you want?" :: Was the muffled response from the inside. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Monte Blanc docks at one of the lower docking bases. VonDrake: ::makes his way to the lounge just in time to see the ship dock:: Hakran K'hal: Oh, my time on the Copernicus was quite dull. I miss it. Rhan K'hal: :: taps foot, waiting for the umbilical and the airlocks to finish mating :: William Chocox: Excalibur has been my only posting so far. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a warning beep, signaling the ship had docked. She sighed as she got out of the hot spring, wrapping herself in a towel. After she dried her hair a put on a white sun dress, she ended the program and left the holodeck.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking at the Mont Blanc mess :: William Chocox: Graduated the Academy and was posted here. I wonder if that prank back in the Academy caused me to be posted somewhere so interesting. Rhan K'hal: Adios! :: springs forward as soon as the hatch opens, gives his ID to the Tango security on the other side :: Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Well, I suppose they thought you could handle it. Maryse Dubois: ::She headed for the docking port, entering some commands into her tablet as she walked.:: William Chocox: ::looks over to where the other K'hal has practically sprinted through the hatch:: Was that your relation running away at high speed? Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: He's more than ready to be here. And to get a mission and be somewhere else. Standing still isn't his forte. Cptn Swain: ::He finished his tea and slid a duffle bag over his shoulder:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the station. She gets a confirmation on her tablet.:: William Chocox: Ah, I see. Forgive me, because I'm sure it's come up before, but how is he related to you? Rhan K'hal: :: heads straight to his new temporary quarters so he can drop his bag off :: Hakran K'hal: He's my youngest sibling. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning, Miranda rang the chimes again and again and again and again.:: Rhan K'hal: :: opens the door, sets his bag inside (off to the side), and then lets it close as he's already halfway down the hallway heading to the lift :: VonDrake: ::starts following the crowd of Excalibur crew out of the Mont Blanc:: William Chocox: That was my first thought, that he was a sibling rather than a cousin. Shall we depart? Irene Mincine: "I'm coming! I'm coming!" :: There was a pause and then the door slid open. Irene was in the doorway, her hair matted and her uniform totally wrecked and dirty. Behind her, the guest quarters were a mess, with food all over the floor and empty bottles everywhere. :: "OK. I'm here." :: She smelled like a dive bar. :: Hakran K'hal: I guess we should. :: reaches down and grabs his duffel :: William Chocox: ::grabs his duffels and leads the way:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher sighed, but noticed Hakran and William:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda's frown deepened.:: Ah, you're looking quite well, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: ::Explores the station for a while.:: Rhan K'hal: :: pops up in Tango Ops, makes his way to his counterpart - exchanges greetings, and starts pumps him for news :: VonDrake: ::spies the Captain, his boss, and K'hal, a bit a ahead of him:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows Will :: Cptn Swain: ::He considered going up to them, but that might be awkward. He was their commanding officer.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes her drink, gets her pack and heads for the station :: William Chocox: Captain 8 o'clock. Hakran K'hal: Please, don't mention time. Hakran K'hal: Even if it's a direction. Irene Mincine: "Commander! What a surprise." :: She leaned against the doorframe. :: "How's our traveling? We at the starbase?" :: How was she even upright? :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the station :: William Chocox: Ok...Captain West Southwest relative to our direction of travel? ::shows his ID to the security guy:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, and it is time you get your rear in gear. ::She pushed Irene backward, holding her by her soiled uniform as she hauled her back into the room.:: Look at the state of this place. Look at the state of you! Hakran K'hal: :: has no idea his chief biologist is currently getting the treatment by the XO, assumes she's somewhere in the queue behind him as he too shows his credentials :: William Chocox: Where are your current quarters? Cptn Swain: Security> How many of you are there. ::to K'Hal:: Hakran K'hal: Coming off this ship? I'm the last. Unless Rhan managed to run a circle back here already. In general? You don't want to know. VonDrake: ::starts fishing for his security ID:: VonDrake: Comes up behind K'hal in the "check in" line:: Cptn Swain: Security> ::Gives Khal a look:: William Chocox: ::to the Security Personnel:: What, you've never seen a Caitian before? Irene Mincine: :: Irene stumbled backward, but Miranda's help kept her upright. Her mood flipped from genial to irritated like a switch. :: "The state of me? Don't we got more important stuff to worry about than how I deal with things?" Hakran K'hal: In fact, I'm not even sure *I* know. Depends on whether my second cousin on my father's side has had another litter. Indaura Ryssan: :: Does not see any of her crew, just sits on a nearby couch :: Rhan K'hal: :: having got all he can get out of the lieutenant commander, exits Ops before the duty officer can give him the stink eye for the 10th time :: Cptn Swain: Don't scare him Lieutenant. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not at the moment, no. ::Miranda said flatly. She released her with a jerk and pointed to the shower.:: Strip and get in there. You smell like you've been wallowing in garbage for the past week. Cptn Swain: Security> ::waves them through:: VonDrake: ::watching the exchange between some of his crew and the security officer, then filters through with them:: Hakran K'hal: :: moves on :: Doesn't help that Rhan and I look so much alike. That's the main reason I have my little pointy beard. :: rubs it thoughtfully :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets out her padd and reads letters from home :: Cptn Swain: You have fluffier morning fur. William Chocox: Oh, I thought we'd picked up the Mirror Universe version of you. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks at Harkran as he moves past them.:: Hakran K'hal: :: blinks at the Captain :: I'm not sure whether to applaud your observational skills, Captain, or to apply for a restraining order. Irene Mincine: :: From the state of the room, she practically had been. She was ready to put up a fight but some rational part of her that still remained decided that maaaaybe she should do what the commander says. :: "What, you're my mom now, too?" :: She stumbled into the small washroom, pulling the curtain behind her. Filthy clothes came flying over the top of it. :: Cptn Swain: I already have a husband. Hakran K'hal: Don't forget to punch him. Cptn Swain: ::He smiled. About that.:: Hakran K'hal: :: both K'hals are extremely helpful in remembering where blows need to be landed :: Cptn Swain: Right, well our quarters are this way. Have a good afternoon. Hakran K'hal: You too, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to track Maryse down :: Boo. VonDrake: ::makes his way towards his quarters, which, not surprisingly, look like the quarters he split on the Mont Blanc, which look like his quarters on the Excalibur:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, but I'm your Executive Officer and your well being is my business. ::Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she began to collect the trash strewn about the room, shoving it all into the reclamation unit.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Her dress twirls a bit as she turns to Rhan.:: Hey. Rhan K'hal: They always keep this place so clean for a starbase. VonDrake: ::purses his lips at Starfleet's apparent lack of interior decorating creativity:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: This seems to be one of the cleaner stations I've seen. Hakran K'hal: :: stops outside his door, looks to Will :: Here's my stop. See you around. Rhan K'hal: D'you think that's because we're at the ass-end of the Federation or they have very efficient janitorial staff? Maryse Dubois: It might be a little of both. :;Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ::He paused outside of Arden's quarters and entered the security code.:: Irene Mincine: :: There was lots of replicated food, empty bottles clearly taken from Ten Forward, junk everywhere. Irene's personal stuff was mostly still in her blue duffel bag in the corner. :: "Yeah, OK... miss big shot..." :: A few minutes later, Irene emerged from the washroom, wearing athletic shorts and a blue tank top. :: Rhan K'hal: They need some more shops though. I always end up having to get stuff shipped. Irene Mincine: :: She seemed a bit more alert than when she came in, so guess the shower did some good. :: William Chocox: See you around. ::walks over to his quarters:: Cptn Swain: ::It was strange coming into them like this.:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the quarters that, yes, Operations saw fit to make him share with his brother - again - doesn't trip over Rhan's bag that was thoughtfully set to the side :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That is definitely a downside. At least the have a couple decent bars with food. VonDrake: ::sees a box sitting there in the corner of his temp quarters, smiles as he realizes that it is his remaining personal goods:: Rhan K'hal: So, I can't give you your present yet, because the cargo shuttle is a couple of days late. Maryse Dubois: ::Surprised look.:: Oh? William Chocox: ::tosses his duffel bag onto his bed and decides to explore the station:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What was that? ::Lifting a dangerous eyebrow at Irene. She waved an empty bottle at her and then the room.:: Help me finish. You're not leaving this place a trash dump. Rhan K'hal: Well, we did get through all that without losing anyone... that we started with. I thought you deserved something special for your hard work. Rhan K'hal: I got something for Hak and Irene too, but I may need to break Hak's over his head. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Trying to get into the Doctor's good graces? Hakran K'hal: :: finds his ears burning :: VonDrake: ::opens the box to find his wind and fire wheels and his d'k'tahgs:: Irene Mincine: :: Miranda's eyebrow struck fear into Irene's heart. She sighed. :: "I shouldn't even be in this place... should have left me in engineering..." :: Irene muttered as she helped Miranda clean up the room. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins back :: I thought I already was. Hakran K'hal: :: tosses his duffel onto his bunk, then follows it :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles:: Maybe. Rhan K'hal: Well, then it can't hurt. Though you don't get any clues, you'll just have to wait for it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Should have left you in engineering to die, you mean? You know that isn't an option. We take care of our own, Mincine. This mission was a rough one, especially for you, but it isn't always going to be safe, boring science experiments. You learned that in the academy. VonDrake: ::Under that, is a smaller box carrying the items of for his ceremonial mantle. VonDrake: :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks out at others going about their business.:: So have you heard anything yet? I imagine first thing you did was probably go up to OPS. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a more filling meal from the replicator nearest her, sits back down :: VonDrake: ::begins setting up the mantle, and places the wind and fire wheels at each end:: Rhan K'hal: Other than a good bit of station gossip, the lack of information was what struck me. He wasn't holding out on me, so if Starfleet has a plan yet, it's being tightly held onto. VonDrake: ::picks up the d'k'taghs, and eyes them, recalling how they came to his possession:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: Well that's never good. Irene Mincine: :: She stopped cleaning. :: "I know that. I know... and I was thrown in the deep end... and poked and prodded... almost died... revived... watched myself die..." :: She sat down on the floor, uncharacteristically ready to start bawling. :: "I just... it's so hard to adjust to this life, you know? I don't know how I can take it if every mission is like this." :: Tears roll down her cheeks. :: "They don't teach you how to blow up your ship in the academy, okay? Or be a temporal guinea pig, or... or..." Rhan K'hal: Yeah. I think they're still chewing on it. Probably waiting on the report from the Abanaki. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure they have to decide if it is even worth fixing the ship. Cptn Swain: Computer... play classical music. William Chocox: ::wanders the station looking at the different shops and establishments:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed and sank down to the floor beside her.:: Hey... I know. Believe me, I know. And every mission isn't going to be like that. Trust me. But, there are going to be tough times ahead. There always are. Rhan K'hal: Which will then determine a direction on what to do with us. VonDrake: ::runs his thumb over the family crest, which was originally that of the House of K'Hex, but it was changed by a friend of the family, a "v" with a set off lines cresting across the top of it, crudely at artistically representing a rockhopper penguin, Ryan's favorite animal:: Rhan K'hal: (( it's true - someone else will get to be "IT" for the next mission )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The doctor's report said that you'd need a bit of leave before going back on duty. I want you to take that time to find some way to cope besides imploding. We never did get a chance to finish training. Why don't you focus on that? You know I could use the help. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And if, at the end of your leave, you still don't think you can keep going, then we can see about getting you a transfer. Some place cushy and boring. Or out of Star Fleet entirely. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hopefully it will be leave for us then. But we usually aren't that lucky. William Chocox: ((Wait...IT? Like the clown?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Yes, we all float down here. )) Maryse Dubois: ((Oy)) Cptn Swain: ::Asher unbuttoned his uniform jacket and rubbed his temples as classical music started filtering through the room:: Rhan K'hal: Yeah, our luck has a tendency to kick in at the last minute. Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: I don't know if Hak will stay with us. He loves the science, but he's hating the responsibility of being department head. VonDrake: ::places the d'k'taghs on the mantle as well:: Maryse Dubois: I can completely sympathize with that. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sniffs and nods. :: "I know what you're trying to do and I'd never want to turn my back on Starfleet." :: She laughed, nervously. :: "I know we all did everything we could. I know you're trying to help. It's gonna... it's just... yeah. Training. And a long break." Rhan K'hal: :: lopsided smile :: I bet you do. VonDrake: ::notes that he's missing some penjing trees, starts contemplating how exactly he could come across some, and how exactly he'd get them to grow in sunless confines of a ship/space station:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, but baby steps. First, let's get your stuff and get off this ship. You've got quarters waiting for you on the station. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Forget the trash. I've just decided that the Mount Blanc janitorial crew can earn their keep today. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly climbed to her feet. :: "Thank you. I know I look like a total ass. I'm so sorry." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose, though with much more creaking in her joints:: Yea, but no more than the rest of us. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0922.2019 Excalibur has been left behind in the Sarras system where it will be towed back by the Starfleet tug USS Abanaki. The crew is returning to Starbase 39 Tango aboard the USS Monte Blanc. As we pick up, the Monte Blanc is arriving.

MISSION BRIEF: Though we managed to return to our own time period, the Excalibur has seen some better days. Several days have passed and repairs continue, albeit slowly. Our Romulan, Tamaran and Kaedwani visitors, who we had taken aboard just before we were sent back through time, have recently departed to their own homeworlds. Several Tamarian ships are assisting. A Starfleet tug, the USS Abanaki is en route, while the Nebula-class USS Mont Blanc has arrived as well to begin evacuating Excalibur's crew. The crew has been instructed to begin gathering their things to transfer as it may be some time before the Excalibur arrives via tug at Starbase 39 Tango. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, trying to avoid packing:: Rhan K'hal: :: is already packed, being a prepared kind of kitty - is on the bridge :: Cptn Swain: ::Rhan:: When does Captain Omani want to begin transferring personnel? Hakran K'hal: :: not being as prepared, and rather trying to avoid everyone, is tucked up in his room, averaging about one sock into the bag every ten minutes :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tying up some loose ends :: VonDrake: ::finishing up some last minutes tasks in engineering, is already packed, as a much of his stuff hadn't arrived yet:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is packing up her rack in her shared quarters. The other ensigns are either on duty or elsewhere in the ship, so she's alone there. She's filling up a duffel bag with various knick knacks and Klingon religious paraphernalia. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Has all of her essentials packed, and everything sitting outside her office.:: Rhan K'hal: Quote: "as soon as we are ready." William Chocox: ::grabbing his stuff from his quarters and shoving it into some duffel bags, his pinky finger has fresh engineering tape around it:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Leans over :: Doctor, are you moving out? VonDrake: ::creating a checklist for himself and William for whenever the Excalibur makes it back:: Cptn Swain: Good. ::He sighed:: I assume you already have a plan for the transfer? Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Just grabbing what I can, sine we might not be back for a while. Rhan K'hal: Of course. Indaura Ryssan: I missed the memo, what planet are we going to, or is it a station? Cptn Swain: Then, let's get started. I'll be the last one out. VonDrake: ::almost trips over his duffel as he moves from console to console:: Rhan K'hal: Darn, that throws my plans way off, I had you going first. :: smirking :: I guess I'll have to re-do the whole thing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda entered Main Engineering, pausing as she usually did to watch the organized chaos of her former department. For once, she wasn't frowning, but she certainly didn't look happy.:: Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs:: I imagine the Mont Blanc will be taking us to a starbase. After that, I don't know. Irene Mincine: :: Irene taps her badge. :: +Hak+ "Irene to Lt. Hakran K'hal. I'm ready to move out, coordinator extraordinaire." VonDrake: ::looks over to see the XO walk in:: Commander on deck! Rhan K'hal: :: presses a button, sending disembarkation orders to everyone, with precise timing and where they will be going on the Mont Blanc :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Best watch yourself, Ensign. Trip and knock yourself out and you might get overlooked under a desk. ::Eyeing VonDrake.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: It would be nice to be on someone else's ship for a while though. We'll be able to relax for a time. Cptn Swain: We were lucky the Monte Blanc was in the area. It might have taken a week for another ship to get out here, or I guess we could have hitched a ride aboard one of the Tamarian ships. Commander tr'Shaelon was happy to have his officer back, I guess we would have gotten a ride with them too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And none of that, please. I like to sneak in whenever I can. VonDrake: ::slides his duffel under a console with his foot:: VonDrake: ::nods:: Understood, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: Oh, that would've been fun. Cptn Swain: ((Aren't you happy I picked an easy name to remember Rhan )) Indaura Ryssan: I find close quarters with friends and family relaxing/ Irene Mincine: :: Carillon, also, is on the bridge monitoring the helm, as... functional as it is. She's leaning back in her chair barely paying attention. :: Rhan K'hal: Anyway, I'm kicking the scientists off first, we don't exactly need them at the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed as she moved a bit further into engineering, studying the equipment that had already been packed up and what was still left to do. Reaching the warp drive, she tapped idly at the console.:: Pity. She's going to be in dry dock for a while to get all this mess sorted. VonDrake: ::nods:: Well, it would be quicker than if we tried to do it all on the fly by ourselves. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I talked to El'Arrain N'Dak to see if he wanted to head back with his own people, but he seems to like us. Indaura Ryssan: I've not seen my family for some time, though I doubt they are near the base. Rhan K'hal: I can't imagine why, making him get cosmetic surgery, dragging him through time, almost getting him killed about once a week. Cptn Swain: Right? Rhan K'hal: Fun stuff. Cptn Swain: Are the replicators working? Maryse Dubois: Maybe they will give us leave. Then you can go see them. Rhan K'hal: Some of them are capable of replication. Whether they give you what you ask for depends on how the computer is feeling at that particular nanosecond. William Chocox: ::brings his duffels down to Engineering:: Hello Commander, Ensign. VonDrake: ::nods to William as he walks in:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher breezed towards the wall unit nearest his chair:: Tea, herbal supplement ... hmm #45-C. Hot with two sugars, no milk. Hakran K'hal: :: notes on the orders that his people are getting the boot first, though as department head he'll be in the next-to-last group :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very true. ::She turned and nodded.:: Chocox. I was just surveying the damage. She's seen better days. Glad we made it back in relatively one piece, however. Rhan K'hal: :: grimaces at Swain's order :: You'll be lucky if you don't get crude oil with two sugars and a beef roast making that many points of preference. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: First thing I am doing when we get back to Tango... after I hug my husband of course.. is make a pot of real tea. Captain Garrison gave me this amazing Vulcan blend her science officer got her onto. ::He sighed.:: Cptn Swain: ::He picked up the metallic cup as it materialized, smelling it gingerly before trying it:: William Chocox: Indeed. Wonder what's going to happen to her. Cptn Swain: ((Rhan give me a number 1=10 >> Rhan K'hal: (( 4 )) Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's padd beeps and she checks the message. :: "Moving orders... moving out... USS... um... Monty Blank... I'm in group 1..." :: She haphazardly tosses the rest of her belongings into the bag and throws it over her shoulder. :: +Hakran+ "Are you in group 1 too, sir?" Cptn Swain: ::Blinks repeatedly:: Well... ::clears his throat:: That's definitely not herbal supplement 45-C. But... ::takes another drink:: it's not bad. Indaura Ryssan: Denobula is a way away. I could at least find one where everyone is. Rhan K'hal: I'll have medical on standby, just in case. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks, slipping back to his seat:: Thank you. William Chocox: I should also get back in touch with my parents too. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods. a she sets her case by the door.:: Rhan K'hal: Didn't you have to slug your husband before you hug him, Captain. With the whole slipping you the family diary thing. Cptn Swain: I'd almost forgotten that. Cptn Swain: Yes. Punch, then Hug. Cptn Swain: Then hot tea. Cptn Swain: Maybe a bath. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Great itinerary, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She shrugged.:: Honestly, I don't know. With luck, they'll be able to refit her. Akira classes are not quite in fashion any more, though. Rhan K'hal: :: gives the digital goose to any of the scientists that are lagging :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll find out for sure when we reach the Starbase. Likely, we'll all be reassigned elsewhere until the ship is repaired. ::She looked at VonDrake.:: Pity you didn't get to see more of her. VonDrake: ;;hands a PADD to William:: I created a checklist for the repair team once she gets to drydock. It's...extensive. William Chocox: ::looks at it:: That is extensive, however, it's now that station monkeys' problem, not mine. Indaura Ryssan: I brought my small back down here earlier, something I can sling over my shoulder. VonDrake: ::nods:: Yes, a pity. I've only been acquainted with the path from my quarters to here, and the occasional Jefferies tube. Cptn Swain: What about you? I expect we'll be given some leave while they get us in queue for repairs. Rhan K'hal: :: scowls as his console goes black for the fifth time that day; steps back, winds up and gives it a good kick - again :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Are the two of you all packed, then? Ready to transfer? VonDrake: ::kicks his duffel:: Aye. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: :: She sees the nag on her padd. :: "I'm going, I'm going!" :: She connected a cable to her padd, which immediately shorts out. She yanks the cable out. :: "Dammit." :: She leaves her quarters with her duffel bag, and ran down to sickbay, yelling to the first person she sees across the room. :: "Hey, can I use your P-9 data plug? The one in my quarters isn't working and I need to upload my personal files before I go." Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: That is good. They may give us the transfer orders soon. Rhan K'hal: Depends on how much time they give us. If I have enough time to chase down my sister and pester her while she's delicately brushing dirt off things, I'll do that. Otherwise, I may see if there's a tech conference somewhere nearby. Irene Mincine: "Yer gonna blow that thing up even worse if you keep doing that." :: Said Carillon deadpan as Rhan thrashed his console. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. Well, I should get back up to the bridge. You'll get your orders soon enough. Just do what you can to pack up anything that isn't essential. Cptn Swain: Seems odd going on leave again so soon.. :smirks:: You know since we were only gone a few minutes. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Maryse Dubois: ::A startled nurse points to a nearby plug .:: Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles at the Captain as his console lights back up :: Felt like about 100 years though. VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye ma'am Rhan K'hal: :: Val :: It only has to last the rest of the day, Lieutenant. Cptn Swain: I don't Arden will want to do. He probably can't leave again so soon. I should call him before we leave on the Monte Blanc. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Thanks! I think I was supposed to be off the ship 20 minutes ago." :: She plugged her padd into the data port. It'd be a few minutes for it to upload given how broken the computer was. She sat it down on a table and leaned back against the scorched wall. :: "I'm never going to hear the end of it from the XO..." Rhan K'hal: At least I don't have to route it through six places this time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving them a nod, she headed for the turbolift and up to the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: :: notes Irene is still on board, gives her the audio of a bunch of people shouting "get on with it!" from an old movie :: Maryse Dubois: ::Coming out from the back, bag over her shoulder. Indaura wasn't far behind.:: The end of what? Hakran K'hal: :: with his bag finally packed, he sent it off with one of the last science team to head out, then makes his way to the bridge :: VonDrake: ::goes back to what he was doing, speaking to William:: Are the stories and rumors true? You know, about the temporal police? Irene Mincine: "Not being off the ship." :: She pointed at her padd, which was almost done uploading her personal files, and blasting nag messages too. :: "Scientists are the first group off and I'm in the first group of scientists." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped out onto the bridge and slowly walked to the engineering console, making a few inquiries.:: William Chocox: I don't know for sure. I've heard the same though. I guess we might find out depending on who knows what. Rhan K'hal: :: clears with the Mont Blanc, and starts the offloading of about half of medical and half administrative command personnel, along with some of the quartermasters staff :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: How's things in engineering? Hakran K'hal: :: pops out onto the bridge about a minute after Miranda :: Maryse Dubois: Ah. You should head out then. Rhan doesn't like it when people put him behind schedule. ::Holds up a PADD.:: I keep copies of everything by the way. :;Smiles.:: VonDrake: ::starts instinctively going through all his interactions with people from the past, which wasn't much if any:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Dire. ::She called over her shoulder.:: It's going to take a lot to put her back together. Rhan K'hal: :: sends Irene the ""I'm late, I'm late, I'm late" bit from Alice in Wonderland now :: Cptn Swain: She'll be in good hands. The Captain of the Abanaki is an old friend. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins:: You better hurry, before he starts sending the "Off with her head" sound files. William Chocox: I'm just glad I was able to get all of our tricorders back from those miscreants. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Starfleet can put it on my tab I suppose. Irene Mincine: :: Irene yanked her PADD, which was finally done uploading, out of the connector. :: "I'm going!" :: She scoffed and let out a few choice Klingon curses. :: "Where does he even store all of them?" :: She picked up her duffel bag and left sickbay for the transporters. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm sure, but it feels like we're abandoning her after everything she's put up with. I don't like it. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I agree. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Have you actually done a count, Chocox? )) Cptn Swain: Something doesn't feel right about it. William Chocox: ((I'd like to think so.)) Cptn Swain: ::He sighed and took another sip of tea:: But orders are orders. VonDrake: ::nods:: I think they are all accounted for. William Chocox: That'd be embarrassing if they weren't. Rhan K'hal: :: loads up a "AND STAY OUT!" to play automatically for Irene just as she transports :: Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to Indaura.:: You better go too. Medical was next on the list, but I'll be staying till Senior staff is ready to go. ::Gives Indaura a special PADD.:: This is for the Mont Blanc CMO, and their Counselor. I want them to start Irene's treatment when the time is right. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Maybe, if tricorder technology is 200 years more advanced, than what we're used to, we'll know why. Cptn Swain: I told the Admiral that we'd be the most qualified to do the pre-work in transit, but Command wanted to get us back to base quicker to debrief. I am sure I will have several appointments with the Temporal Security department. Irene Mincine: :: Irene materialized on the Mont Blanc, hopping mad on the other side at the aural assault she has just experienced. :: Cptn Swain: Which reminds me. Everyone will need to file reports on our little jaunt. Indaura Ryssan: :: Following Dubois :: Rhan K'hal: Mine's already on file, I just have to hit send. William Chocox: ::shudders:: I don't want to think about it. Cptn Swain: That should give them something to do on the way home. Rhan K'hal: I'm sure the Mont Blanc's bartender will appreciate not having the whole Excalibur crew to serve all day until we get to Tango. Irene Mincine: Val> "Not like there's much flying to do right now." :: She starts typing away on her padd. :: "They've already got the flight deck locked down, too." Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Indaura.:: Make sure they take care of her. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll make sure to get word to the crew on the importance of those reports -- and how they need to be extremely accurate. Indaura Ryssan: I'll get it to them Doctor. VonDrake: ::looks around:: Well, everything is pretty much done for now down here Indaura Ryssan: I'll check in when i can. Rhan K'hal: I'll be sure to yell "look out!" if we're about to run over something at 2 mm per second. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: See you soon enough. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Please do. If temporal thinks we're trying to hide something, they'll drag the inquest out even longer. Hakran K'hal: :: sits rather forlornly at the powered off science 1, following the conversation(s) only with his ears :: Maryse Dubois: ::Parts ways and heads up to the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to head to the Mont Blanc :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering receives their orders to transfer to the Mont Blanc and report to their newly assigned quarters. Rhan K'hal: Thankfully the bridge log hasn't been able to capture audio since the original explosion, so they won't be able to jump down our throats over a misquote. Irene Mincine: Val> "Gotcha." :: Not looking up from the padd. :: "Shame they didn't shell out for the fake eye that lets me watch the console and my padd at the same time." William Chocox: ::looks at the orders:: Come on Ensign ::grabs his bags with a slight grunt of pain:: Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the bridge, setting her bag near the lift.:: VonDrake: ::hears the summons, reaches under the console for his duffel:: You still haven't been to medical for that finger? William Chocox: I've been too busy. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the offloading process, and sees no screaming from the Mont Blanc :: William Chocox: Not like it's life threatening. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up and gives Maryse a nod.:: Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over and smiles at Maryse :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everything alright in your department? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I just realized how terrifying a Caitian smile might be. )) VonDrake: ::nods:: Fair enough. ::starts moving for the door:: It'll set funny if you don't do anything soon. My uncle did the same thing and his middle finger on his left hand is about 10 degrees off at the second knuckle. Cptn Swain: (( Khajit has pearly whites )) Rhan K'hal: (( it's the grin that'd probably have the hair on the back of your neck standing up )) William Chocox: I'll get it looked at on the Monte Blanc. VonDrake: ::enters the TL and waits in front of the door for William:: William Chocox: ::steps through:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles and nods.:: Everyone has packed up and moving out. Hakran K'hal: :: gets a blip on his padd, clears throat just to get it out :: All of science, sans myself, is confirmed aboard the Mont Blanc. VonDrake: ::steps in himself and the TL starts moving:: Cptn Swain: You know when I first got this command four years ago. ::He paused:: Has it been that long? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Seems longer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Half joking.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: Nice touch with the voice messages by the way. You finally got Mincine moving. Cptn Swain: ::He smirked:: It does, doesn't it. Rhan K'hal: :: now does the grin :: I thought she might need them, and I didn't want Hak to have to move her along. Indaura Ryssan: :: Now over on the Mont Blanc :: Cptn Swain: I just never imagined that I'd feel this way about leaving the old lady behind. ::He finished his tea:: Hopefully it's not for long. Rhan K'hal: I've got a few special ones saved up for some of the flight crew. They don't want to leave their babies. VonDrake: ::steps off:: It'll be nice to have a functioning replicator. I could use some decent coffee. Irene Mincine: :: Somewhere on the Mont Blanc, a belated sound notification arrives on Irene's padd. She screams in her guest quarters. :: Irene Mincine: Val> "Permission to destroy the ops officer's padd, sir?" :: She looks expectantly to whoever's in charge on the bridge. Cptn Swain: Not till everyone's off loaded VonDrake: ::makes it to the Mont Blanc, whether it's by transport or dock, or whatever:: Maryse Dubois: It won't do any good. Everyone knows he has backups Cptn Swain: Then I expect to see that thing floating in space. I want everyone to take easy while we're in transit. Rhan K'hal: Oh don't worry, once they're over there, they're not my responsibility. Rhan K'hal: I'm just making sure they GET over there. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda, leaving unsaid that went for her too.:: Cptn Swain: (( Three Minute Warning )) Irene Mincine: Val> :: Grins. :: "Understood." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Maybe we can schedule some holodeck time. Been a while since we had a working one of those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her return look said 'not likely'. There were miles of reports to file.:: VonDrake: ::looks at his PADD to know where he is going, small scowl:: I'm bunking with an Ensign O'Malley. Rhan K'hal: I pity the Mont Blanc's ops, trying to run the schedule on their holodecks. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Mont Blanc's sickbay :: VonDrake: ::heads over towards the TL on the Mont Blank:: I wonder if he has a good replicator recipe for coffee. Something Jamaican, no, Puerto Rican... Maryse Dubois: I do have that hot springs program saved. You know, the one from our last botched mission. :;grins.:: Rhan K'hal: And their rec room, and their lounges... at least we got picked up by one of the cruise ships. William Chocox: The best recipe at all is to have real beans. Irene Mincine: Val> "We'd better, you know, make sure all our fighters still work after we offload them..." :: Looking wistfully at the ceiling. :: William Chocox: Or leaves if you drink tea like me. VonDrake: ::nods:: For sure. I'm not big on tea, which his odd for someone from the Falklands like me. Rhan K'hal: :: checks his board :: A few more offloads to go. William Chocox: The Falklands huh? Is it still desolate and windswept? Cptn Swain: How is the .. ::he paused:: evacuation going? Rhan K'hal: :: whispers to Maryse, after that display of mind-reading :: I'm not even showing off, I promise. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Windswept, yes. Desolate, no, not for the penguins at least. William Chocox: I see. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Very well. I am going to go finish packing. Let me know when everyone's off except senior staff. I think I have a bottle of prosecco we can split before we leave. Rhan K'hal: Aye. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Gives the doctors there the padd from Dubois :: Rhan K'hal: If he's got a bottle left if must be in a hidden compartment under the couch. Irene Mincine: :: Irene feels a cold shudder as someone, somewhere, plans on drinking fancy liquor without her. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I sold that one. VonDrake: <<It's probably in a box Irene, you're aren't missing much>> Rhan K'hal: Ah, too bad. Cptn Swain: ((Its actually little individual bottles, and they're served in a bucket. a bucket of bubbles. )) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0915.2019 Though we managed to return to our own time period, the Excalibur has seen some better days. Several days have passed, and repairs continue, albeit slowly. Our Romulan, Tamaran and Kaedwani visitors, who we had taken aboard just before we were sent back through time, have recently departed to their own homeworlds. Several Tamarian ships are assisting. A Starfleet tug, the USS Abanaki is en route, while the Nebula-class USS Mont Blanc has arrived as well to begin evacuating Excalibur's crew. The crew has been instructed to begin gathering their things as it may be some time before the Excalibur arrives via tug at Starbase 39 Tango.

MISSION BRIEF: During a trial of science's idea to return us to our correct time, a malfunction forced Excalibur to enter the temporal fissure without proper testing. As the curtain goes up, our heroes have just emerged from the fissure, but when? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: We appear to have emerged from the temporal fissure. Attempting to ascertain... anything. VonDrake: ::picking himself up off the floor, trying to gain some bearings on both himself and the ship:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Not liking these temporal travels :: Cptn Swain: ::His hair was a mess:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene has completely disappeared now that they've exited the fissure. Blue Irene stumbled backwards away from where Red used to be, a look of horror on her face. :: Rhan K'hal: Damage reports coming in from pretty well everywhere. Ship communications seem to be in order. Hakran K'hal: :: first checks to see if the planet is still there, and if so, what kind of shape its in :: William Chocox: ::drags himself upright with his console:: What's our status? ::tries his console:: Cptn Swain: Status report. VonDrake: ::taps buttons, looks over to try and find William:: Damage reports coming in. Still trying to figure things out. It doesn't seem catastrophic though. Rhan K'hal: We're in one piece, but barely. I have no subspace communications at all. VonDrake: ::taps buttons:: But it is bad. Maryse Dubois: :;Pulling herself off the floor.:: Everyone alright? Cptn Swain: Lets figure out where ... and when we are. William Chocox: ::waves at Ensign Von Drake:: I'm over here, and we'll see how bad it really is. I've seen this girl in some really rough spots. Hakran K'hal: Sensors are intermittent, it's taking me a bit. Cptn Swain: Can we get a visual on the planet? VonDrake: ::taps more buttons, looks up to see William:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our warp field has collapsed. No telling if our engines are still functional. ::She shot engineering a message to request a status report on all systems.:: VonDrake: ::taps more buttons:: Engines are non-functional, still trying to get a fix on the issue. No warp.. Irene Mincine: "I'm all right... she's, she's gone..." :: Irene climbs to her feet. She's got a cut on her forehead from banging it on some equipment in her makeshift lab, but everything else about her looks fine. :: Rhan K'hal: Not normally, but... :: hops down from mission ops, sets his PADD-XL down in the center of the room and activates a holographic projection with information piped from the visual EM band :: William Chocox: ::sees Hawthorne's message and types out a reply:: We're trying to get our bearings down here, just heard from Ensign Von Drake that engines are not working. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon's fast asleep strapped to a biobed, as well. She's not waking up any time soon, from Maryse's ministrations earlier. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the cut.:: Thank goodness that isn't deep. :;Runs a dermal regenerator over it.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The planet appears to no longer be a temporal cesspool and in fact appears to be a bustling little colony world. Two Tamaran galleons are approaching. Hakran K'hal: Mass is consistent with the planet, as are radio and infrared readings. Our advanced sensors are down, so I can't get any chronimetric readings. VonDrake: ::tappity tap tap:: Structural Integrity, seems fine. But we'll probably want to run some deeper tests, temporal distortions can cause microfractures. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over his hologram :: That's reassuring, though I suppose I'd better find a way to get communications active. William Chocox: Yeah...that'll be the first thing I do once we know that the sensors work. Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console, logs back in with the yacht computer, again. Irene Mincine: :: The cut closes up just as quickly. :: "She disappeared, right in front of me. How could she just disappear?" :: She was preoccupied with Red's disappearance, certainly. :: VonDrake: ::stops tapping and rotates his shoulder a little bit, having landed on it:: Rhan K'hal: Interfacing with the Llamrei. I have subspace communications back. Cptn Swain: ACTION> They're hailing. Rhan K'hal: What a surprise, they're hailing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our engines are down. ::She said quietly to Swain.:: Hakran K'hal: :: uses Rhan's link with the yacht to see if he can get the chronometer sync from the nearest communications buoy, since he's pretty well blind otherwise :: Cptn Swain: Put them through, audio only. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Shields are at twenty percent. No word yet on our weapons. Rhan K'hal: Audio only, aye. : beep :: Channel open. Cptn Swain: Tamaran> This is Captain Ruk of the Tamaran Empire to unidentified Federation vessel. Identify yourself. VonDrake: ::starts back working on the engines:: The fusion reactor is not online, something to do with the magnetic coil it looks like. Maryse Dubois: I don't pretend to know temporal physics. But maybe she was pulled back to her existence. Rhan K'hal: :: makes sure he remembered to change the direct transponder sub-signal to read as coming from the Excal and not the Llamrei, doesn't want us seem like a beat to pulp liar :: William Chocox: ::looks at his console:: Yeah, that'll do it. We may have to replace it. VonDrake: ::looks at William:: Looks like it... Orders sir? Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur. Sorry to just drop in on your like this Captain Ruk, and this may sound a bit strange but what is the date? Irene Mincine: :: Irene calms down a bit, but is still agitated. :: "And I'm a biologist, not a temporal physicist. I guess... yeah. She must have gone back to where she came from." William Chocox: We're not going anywhere without a functioning engine. Magnetic Coil it is. ::goes to find his toolkit in the mess that is Engineering:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Come on. Back on your feet. ::Helps her up.:: Rhan K'hal: :: imagines he hears a tension sting in the background audio, shakes head and promises self a nap at first opportunity :: VonDrake: :::nods, tapping in an update to OPS about the magnetic coil:: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels to center for the wait for that stardate :: Rhan K'hal: :: receives the update, forwards to the XO :: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excal+ ::after a moment:: July 23, 2388 by the Federation stardates. We detected a temporal anomaly just before you appeared. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks herself out :: Cptn Swain: The longest July 23rd on record. Rhan K'hal: :: lets out a long sigh :: Hakran K'hal: :: expels air in time with his brother :: Irene Mincine: :: She gets back to her feet with Maryse's help. She leans on her desk, checking all the monitoring stations she has set up. Frustrated and angry, she puts her fist through a paper-thin metal locker door. :: "Equipment's all down. No power. And no comms in this room, either." Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to where Irene and Maryse are :: Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That may be the best news I've heard in a while. It's... along story, but if you would be so kind as to connect us to Starfleet Command. You may also need to dispatch a vessel to some coordinates along your border. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sagged a little in relief and then rose, moving to the engineering console. She frowned at the incoming reports.:: VonDrake: ::sees William, go for a tool kit, grabs a random redshirt to go grab the replacement coil:: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ Of course, Captain. Do you require assistance? Hakran K'hal: :: gets enough faint connections from the nearest Federation comm array to confirm the date, gives a thumbs up in Swain's direction before returning to his mostly useless console :: Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That would be of great use. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::While she was tapping, she sent along the good news to the other department heads. They'd returned to their own time.:: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ We'll begin dispatching aid teams. My comms officer will work with yours to uplink to Starfleet. Maryse Dubois: Hey! I don't have infinite medical supplies, you know. I'm sure a lot of things are down at the moment. William Chocox: ::starts walking towards where the magnetic coil is:: This is going to be...harder than it should be honestly. VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah, they never put these things in the easiest place to get at. William Chocox: If I'm ever at a desk job designing ships that'll be one of the first things I implement. Rhan K'hal: <q> Oh this will be fun. Routing a signal from Starfleet through a Tamaran vessel, through the Captain's Yacht into the starship systems. It'll be a miracle if some part doesn't just give up the ghost. VonDrake: I'm sure the R&D Maintainability department will love you, sir. Irene Mincine: "Sorry." :: She shakes out her hand, which is thankfully fine. :: "If she disappeared, does that mean we're back where we came from, too? This junk's not going to tell me anything." Rhan K'hal: :: looks to see what he can do to avoid that :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda, with a wry grin:: William Chocox: Doubtful Ensign. I blow things up too much...allegedly. Hakran K'hal: :: quietly steps into the lift, orders it down to sickbay :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catches Swain's look, and doesn't immediately scowl. Best he could hope for in that situation, of course. They may have been back, but their ship was in shambles.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::And she took that personally.:: Cptn Swain: Start spreading the word we're back in our own time and that the Tamarians will be over to help. Hakran K'hal: :: exits on deck 11 with a group of the scraped and dinged coming in to get looked at :: Cptn Swain: Rhan once you have the uplink, put it through to my ready room. Hakran K'hal: :: enters sickbay and makes his way directly to Irene Central :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. And sir... :: a beat :: Talk fast. Hakran K'hal: :: sticks his head in, see's only one Blue Irene :: I suppose that was to be expected. Maryse Dubois: ::Turns as Hakran enters.:: Did we make it back? Rhan K'hal: :: gets on the horn with the Tamaran comm officer to make sure they can do this securely, among other considerations :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Miranda, take charge of the damage assessment. Hakran K'hal: Yes. We're approximately 242 seconds from when we left. Irene Mincine: :: The sole remaining Irene looks down at the floor. :: "She... disappeared once we entered the fissure, sir. I couldn't do anything." Irene Mincine: "We're home?" :: She perked up hearing that from Hak, with much relief on her face. :: Hakran K'hal: Well, we're above the planet that we did manage to de-FUBAR, so we're a long way from Federation space, but we're when we're supposed to be. VonDrake: ::starts mapping out the process of replacing a fusion reactor magnetic coil:: I'll cut power the engines. Rhan K'hal: :: first attempt gets blocked as an attempt at hacking, swears :: William Chocox: Thank you. VonDrake: ::nods, moving over to the proper console and taps more buttons:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Working on it. ::She sighed as she received another handful of reports.:: Outlook not good. This is going to take months to repair. Indaura Ryssan: We are back...but is everything the same or are we in a similar timeline? Rhan K'hal: Okay, let's shed a layer. :: hurries up to grab his padd, then hands it to Swain :: Guess you can get comfy on the couch, sir. We'll try again in a minute. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded soberly:: I'll be in my Ready Room. VonDrake: ::runs a test to ensure all power flow is cut to the impulse engines reactor:: Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console and kicks the Excalibur system from the equation, using his already strong and secure connection with the Llamrei and his padd :: Irene Mincine: "And the planet's back? I... I didn't commit xenocide on an entire planet?" :: She looked so relieved. :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ This is Doctor Ryssan. Is everyone up there alright? Hakran K'hal: We have crap left for sensors, no subspace. The planet is there, and we're in communication with the Tamarans that came from the planet. Though whether we're slightly shifted in some universe where someone's pet is named Butch instead of Fido, I can't say. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She quirked a brow at Indaura's comm and glanced up, scanning the bridge crew. No one had been complaining.:: VonDrake: ::looks to William:: We're good to go, sir. All power has been cut off to the impulse reactor Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ As well as can be expected, Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: engages the second attempt at a signal to Starfleet, which thankfully goes through and trills on the padd he gave to Swain :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Hathorne to Engineering. Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it' Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it's just me then. Ryzzan out William Chocox: ::as he walks up to the magnetic coil he looks at his left hand where one of his fingers is not going in the wrong direction per se, but it isn't right at the moment:: Huh, ow... ::quickly wraps it with some engineering tape before getting ready to replace the coil:: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here. Cptn Swain: ::Begins filling in Tango 39 on their status:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Do you have any readings on our hull integrity? I need a damage assessment on all systems. Send me whatever you have. Rhan K'hal: :: thanks his counterpart on the Tamaran vessel and sits back to monitor the signal, but not the conversation :: Rhan K'hal: :: turns ears sideways at Indaura's comm :: How odd. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Sure thing, I'll have Ensign Von Drake send it up. I'm about to replace a magnetic coil. ::Von Drake:: Ensign! Commander Hawthorne needs the closest thing to a damage assessment on all systems that we have! Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, :: "Guess that would explain why all this monitoring equipment is out." :: She takes a seat on the swivel chair, starting to click it off even if it was already powered down. :: "I'm so ready to get off this ship for a while." William Chocox: ::starts getting to work on the coil:: Hakran K'hal: Stop blaming yourself, Irene. If anything, you're a lucky survivor of my having to make a cold-blooded decision as the department chief. I'm sure Dr. Dubois probably has statistics for how many times you almost died since I first started milking you for your temporal DNA. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If it helps any, you can at least get back to your own quarters. No need to be cooped up in sickbay anymore. Hakran K'hal: Which reminds me, there will be Tamarans coming over, so if you need any assistance or supplies. Again. Let Rhan know. VonDrake: ::starts the damage assessment work up...Impulse engines down due to a damaged magnetic coil...Warp core offline...Internal sensors at 60%...Weapons fine...Structural Integrity fine, however the temporal travel could have caused microfractures that the internal sensors won't be able to pick up in their current state:: William Chocox: +Sickbay+ Hey...so...nothing urgent, but my pinky was pointed in a direction that's not typically normal, felt you should know for when you have time for me. Again, nothing urgent. I have it under control for the short term. Irene Mincine: "I understand, sir. It's harder than it sounds to get over... well, everything that's happened to the ship, to me." :: Irene sighed. :: "We'll be at a starbase, I can look at some wide open spaces, finally get this fixed..." :: She put a hand over the kidney that Maryse had to remove weeks ago. :: VonDrake: ::long range comms intermittent...overall power level at 64% with multiple power relay failures:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: In the meanwhile, the whole department can finally get some sleep, since we can't do much in the ship's current state. No sensors, not enough power, not enough processing time available. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "As long as there's no more temporal anomalies out here..." Hakran K'hal: We're in no condition to investigate, or even crawl toward one. Irene Mincine: "More of getting sucked back into one, I meant." Hakran K'hal: I'm sure the Tamarans would be a little less helpful if we were towing one with us. Now shoo, the warden has freed you from your bondage. Hakran K'hal: And if you need to talk to me, to anyone, just... well right now walk to their location. Later you can just call. Hopefully. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: All is fine on the bridge. Irene Mincine: "Hopefully nobody raided my liquor stash..." :: Irene said as she wandered out of the lab room and toward the sickbay exit. :: Hakran K'hal: :: waits for Irene to disappear :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Good. If the danger has passed, I want to get some of the staff onto sleep shifts. Cptn Swain: << and >> Irene Mincine: :: Irene wandered out of the room and toward the crew quarters. No disappearing! :: Indaura Ryssan: Right.. it will take days to get everyone on the same page. William Chocox: ::gets the panel off and grabs the magnetic coil and pulls:: Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: You'll see that she gets the help she needs, other than the kidney, Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I already have a mental note to schedule counseling. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

09/01/19 - No Sim (Labor Day) SD 0908.2019 During a trial of science's idea to return us to our correct time, a malfunction forced Excalibur to enter the temporal fissure without proper testing. As the curtain goes up, our heroes have just emerged from the fissure, but when?

MISSION BRIEF: Several hours have passed and the crew has been working hard to ready the ship for testing Science's theory that an inverse tachyon beam could generate enough power to effectively punch a hole through space and time to get Excalibur back to it's original era. With the Enterprise's deflector dish modified, we are ready to begin testing (with probes) to discover and fine tune the exact beam modulations and variances needed for such a risky maneuver. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good. Also, everyone give VonDrake a another welcome. He's going to be joining Will in Engineering. Maryse Dubois: hiya William Chocox: Whoo! Rhan K'hal: Yay, someone to keep Will company in his constant attempts to fix the ship and/or blow up the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Ryan Von Drake William Chocox: Few things to keep in mind. That was one time that I nearly blew up the ship, and don't pay attention to whatever device I hide whenever Commander Hawthorne or Captain Swain enter Engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::thwaps Will:: Don't pick up any bad habits, Ryan. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Because I'm always watching. VonDrake: I'll try not to... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's get started. VonDrake: Emphasis on try. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having spent the last few hours making sure the science consoles are as good as they can get, has moved himself to his home console at mission ops :: William Chocox: ::is in engineering waiting for the start signal:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, shuffling between Irene and our poor misguided helmsman.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was on the bridge in the BIG CHAIR to oversee the testing of the probes while Swain finished his paperwork, though she kept throwing glances at the ship status readings.:: Hakran K'hal: :: on the bridge at Sci 1, grateful for his brother's efforts, dials in the screens he'll need for the test :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::To the Ops Kitty:: Mr. K'hal, please contact the Enterprise and inform that we are ready to launch the probes as soon as their deflectors are online. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is helping out as much as she can with the testing from a makeshift workstation in sick bay. Carillon, meanwhile, is quite unhappy at having been locked in sick bay waiting for the drugs to clear her system. :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: I can't stand the waiting... :: cleaning some supplies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking to Carillon.:: Relax. It won't be long now and your body will crash on its own. Then it will be off to lala land. Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ Excalibur to Enterprise. We are ready on our end, awaiting your go signal. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineers> ::Have all vacated the Excalibur in preparation for the testing in case something goes awry.:: Hakran K'hal: Kenet & Semek> :: sharing Sci 2, the former to help with the whole temporal mechanics stuff and Semek to monitor the planet :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise OPS> +Excalibur+ Deflectors online and powered up. Ready for probe launch. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Monitoring station beta is up and running, bridge." :: She called out to Rhan. :: Rhan K'hal: We're good to go, Commander. Irene Mincine: Val> "That's what you said four hours ago." :: Valerie was stewing. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very well. Inform Engineering to activate probes and then launch. Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ Acknowledged, Beta. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: William Chocox: ::looks around:: Well, we're certainly less crowded. Hey you! ::points at Ensign Von Drake:: What's your name? I'm afraid I've forgotten it if we've been introduced. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Activate probes and launch at your discretion. VonDrake: ::in Engineering, like he's been here the whole time:: Ensign Ryan Von Drake sir... William Chocox: +Bridge+ Understood Bridge. ::turns to Von Drake:: Thank you Ensign, if you would be so kind as to push the button that launches the probe when I tell you? Indaura Ryssan: So Doctor, do you think it will work this time? Maryse Dubois: ::Scans:: You're doing well. Most of the caffeine has been processed. ::Leaves her alone for a few minutes, then returns with a warm cup of tea.:: Here. Hakran K'hal: :: knowing Issaha is down in the lab doing his own monitoring, with a direct connection to Enterprise to adjust the inverse tachyon beam's settings, is content to monitor and fine tune via the probes :: VonDrake: ::nods:: Will do. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: It should. Or at least I would hope so. Rhan K'hal: :: takes the liberty of activating yellow alert, because Excalibur :: William Chocox: Alright, on my go. ::starts activating the probes:: +K'hal+ Launching in three...two...one...go. Irene Mincine: :: Val looks at the thermos of tea sideways. :: Val> "Wait a sec. Isn't tea... full of caffeine?" VonDrake: ::hits the button and receives acknowledgement from the system that the probes have been launched:: Rhan K'hal: Probes are away. :: beep boop boop beep :: Data communications with Excalibur are nominal, control relinquished to science. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is hyper-focused on the console bank. :: Irene> "Secondary connection established. Monitoring for temporal abnormalities." Hakran K'hal: Controls active, confirmed. VonDrake: ::looks to Will:: Probes are away sir, everything nominal, control handed over to science. Maryse Dubois: This is herbal. Chamomile to be specific.. Hakran K'hal: Sending Probe Alpha into position. William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. ::waits for the next probe to be needed:: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> Encountering temporal instability. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Enterprise activates it's deflector array, which begins to generate the energy needed to gather the necessary particles and spit them out in a somewhat elegant arrangement that may or may not explode the universe. A beam pierces the orbit of the ruined planet and space/time begins to fluctuate. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> Experience a LOT of temporal instability. Irene Mincine: Val> "Oh. Haven't had that since I was a kid. That's the one that's... uh, well, the opposite of caffeine." :: Her expression softens. She grips the cup in her mechanical hand and takes a long sip. :: Hakran K'hal: Adjusting probe position to match simulated run 1. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned forward in her chair, one arm on the rest, staring at the main viewer.:: Make sure to keep us well out of temporal wake. I don't want another repeat of what happened before. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns... :: Irene> "Energy readings are off the scale. If we were the probe, we'd be cooked already." William Chocox: What's the first thing you're going to do once we get back to our own time Ensign? Rhan K'hal: :: assumes d'A is still driving, isn't worried :: Cptn Swain: <<Collective ACTION, time: Please think carefully. If the crew is willing to give up their stashes of peril cards, it would assure a favorable outcome. If not, *rattles dice* >> Cptn Swain: << DM me with your choice >> Hakran K'hal: (( favorable outcome for the probe or the ship? :: wants the fine print :: )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((Wait, I take mine back depending on the answer to that question.)) Cptn Swain: (( The ship, and crew )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The first probe enters the anomaly and immediately explodes, but Excalibur does get back tons of readings that should give them enough data to make adjustments. Hakran K'hal: Alpha is destroyed. Reviewing data. VonDrake: ::thinks about it:: Well, the new grips for my wind and fire rings haven't been delievered yet, I'm hoping I can get a status on those when we get back. ::shrugs:: Maryse Dubois: Feeling a little better now? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted.:: Send the adjustments to engineering and modify the beam as you see fit. Launch another probe when ready. William Chocox: Wind and fire rings? Hakran K'hal: :: puts heads together with Kenet, Semek, Issaha by remote, rattle off a bunch of scibabble at each other :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "We got back a lot of info, bridge. It's gonna take a while for the computer to sift through it but I think we might have what we need." :: She sends up some very relevant temporal data to the bridge that helps along the technobabble convention. :: Rhan K'hal: Enterprise is letting their deflector dish cool off a bit anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Val swirls the tea around in the thermos. :: "Yeah. Takes the edge off, at least. It doesn't taste like replicated tea, either." VonDrake: ::nods:: They are my taijijian tools. I haven't had new grips in a while. They were supposed to be delivered before I departed to Excalibur, but they didn't make it. Hakran K'hal: :: lots of pointing, nearly unintelligible words, and brow raising/ear acrobatics :: William Chocox: Ah, I see. Well hopefully they're in by the time we're back. ::starts making adjustments:: VonDrake: How about you sir? What do you plan on doing? Hakran K'hal: :: finally, a group nodding of heads :: Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ Science to Engineering, sending updated specifications. :: boopity-boop-ding :: Maryse Dubois: Cause it's not. :;Smiles.:: So you have a choice to make now. You can stay in this bed here, or you can go to one of the back rooms, which may have more comfortable beds. Plus you won't have to worry about traffic. William Chocox: +Science+ On it sir. Indaura Ryssan: We better not come up mutated from another time jump Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( If you say it out loud, it is bound to happen. )) Hakran K'hal: :: allows Issaha to chatter with Enterprise's engineering about the necessary adjustments to the modulation of the inverse tachyon beam, runs a quick and dirty simulation through the Excal's maimed computer :: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins at Indaura.:: I don't think that can happen. Irene Mincine: :: Valerie considers it for a moment. :: Val> "We're about to try a really, really bad idea, right? You think I wanna be anywhere else than next to the CMO?" Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Well it's your choice. a bed is a bed I suppose. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the results :: Good enough for a probe. Rhan, we're good to go when Engineering and Enterprise are. Rhan K'hal: On it. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering, Science confirms they are ready when you are. Enterprise is ready to reactivate the beam as well. Launch when ready. VonDrake: ::looks at William for the go ahead:: William Chocox: +K'hal+ Acknowledged...on my go ::to Von Drake:: Three...two...one...launch Irene Mincine: :: Val nods, her eyelids finally drooping. :: Val> "Yeah, sounds good to me..." :: After Val finally falls asleep, Red Irene places a call to sick bay. :: Red> "I have a really weird feeling right now. I want to meet her. I feel like this is my last chance. The computer says she's still there, right?" Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Sci 1 to Monitor-Beta. On our next run, watch carefully for :: yadda advanced science blah blah blah ::. VonDrake: ::hits the button again:: Away sir.. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene beep boops on her console. :: "Gotcha, bridge. I won't miss it. How's things up there?" Rhan K'hal: Probe Beta is away. Data transmission confirmed. Control transfer to science... active. Maryse Dubois: +Red+ The other crew has left, so I don't see why not. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ All is well in order. On the outside. Hakran K'hal: Moving Beta into position. Rhan K'hal: :: signals Enterprise for beam fire #2 :: VonDrake: ::taps some more buttons:: Control transfer to science. All systems nominal. Irene Mincine: Red> "Thank you." :: A few minutes later, Red Irene entered sick bay and went straight for Maryse. :: Red> "Um... where is she?" Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: She's in there. ::points.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Messing with temporal anomalies is risky business, you know. As the Enterprise's second beam fire erupts in a brilliant cascade of CGI glory, the temporal fissure begins expanding much more rapidly than before, extending out and beginning to pull Excalibur, and Enterprise in towards it. Weeeeeee! Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees an indicator :: It's starting. Hakran K'hal: Whoa! Back them off, back them off! Irene Mincine: Blue> "Adjust your field harmonic, bridge. That should provide a better re-- wait, hold on, the anomaly's expanding... it's sucking us in!" :: She's yelling in a side room. Red Irene stands outside. :: Red> "I... I don't think I should be bothering her." Maryse Dubois: So it seems. Make sure patients are secure. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Red Irene begins to not feel so good Mister Stark. Cptn Swain: ::Comes onto the bridge:: Report! Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ E-C, back off, back off, back off! Hakran K'hal: The fissure has expanded Captain. We're getting pulled in, but so is the Enterprise. Cptn Swain: ACTION> E-C reports they're having trouble shutting down the beam and are being pulled in as well. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood and gripped the railing.:: Why haven't they deactivated the beam? Rhan K'hal: Dammit, they can't disengage. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene crashes against the wall with a thud, which gets Blue Irene's attention. She stops dead at her monitoring station, staring at Red through the perspex panel. :: Blue> "Maryse! Do something for her!" William Chocox: ::is getting a bunch of shenanigan alarms:: +K'hal+ I'm getting alarms all up in here. What's going on? VonDrake: ::to Will:: Doesn't look like the Enterprise can disengage. Maryse Dubois: ::Rushes in, scanning.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: :: ponders :: Point the tractor beam at their dish and activate, wide field dispersion. Cptn Swain: We should still be able to close the fissure with a static warp shell. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to the open engineering console.:: +Engineering+ I need extra power to the engines! Hakran K'hal: We can't generate it fast enough to close it before they join us, Captain. We need them out of range. Now. Cptn Swain: I know we were holding off on that test but I don't think we have any choice. ::Considers:: That might just make it worse K'hal, but give it a shot. Irene Mincine: :: Red is in some kind of temporal flux. Blue is not taking it well, as expected when you think you're watching yourself die in front of you. She's frantic. :: Blue> "I don't know! I don't know! I... she..." :: Red> "I'm... glad I at least got to see you..." VonDrake: ::slides over a console and starts tapping buttons:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ We'll give you what we can! ::turns to Von Drake:: You heard her! VonDrake: ::to Will:: We can increase engine power by 20 VonDrake: % VonDrake: ::starts tapping more buttons:: Transferring power from non-essentials to engines Rhan K'hal: Let's see how good my touch is. :: calibrates the tractor, aims it very carefully :: Engaging tractor. :: bleepybleepybleepy :: Maryse Dubois: ::Ponders.:: Help me get her into the other room. The bubble we used on you should help her too, Rhan K'hal: Tractor engaged. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to help Dubois :: Hakran K'hal: :: watches, with his mind going warp 9 trying to come up with other alternatives to save the Enterprise if this one doesn't work :: VonDrake: ::looks up at Will:: Done sir. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The tractor does push enterprise away a bit, but it also pushes us in further. Ride is getting rougher. VonDrake: ::bracing himself on the edges of the console he is at to maintain balance:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mr. K'hal, you've got all the power we can spare on the engines. Is it enough to pull us out? Irene Mincine: :: Blue tries to get it together enough to help, but her hands pass right through Red like she's not even there. Blue takes a step back, horrified. :: Red> "Tell Issaha... tell him I love him... in any dimension..." William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. +Hawthorne+ We're giving you everything we've got! Hakran K'hal: :: furiously taps away at his console :: Captain... :: shakes head :: it's now or never, no time to dip our toes in the water. Suggest activating warp bubble sequence immediately. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watches :: Maryse Dubois: ::Also seems to not be able to physically touch Red. In a snap decision, she grabs a tricorder and scans.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda, create the warp shell. We're going to have to chance it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sent a ship-wide warning for everyone to hold on to their collective butts and then engaged the warp engines, gritting her teeth as the ship began to shudder.:: Cptn Swain: ::Takes the command seat:: Signal Enterprise of our intentions. +All+ This is the Captain, due to a testing accident, we're going to have to chance the transition now. All hands brace for impact and god speed. VonDrake: ::glances over at some statuses:: All systems within limits so far. Engines aren't doing the job though. Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs Blue and Indaura, pulling them to the floor.:: Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ Excalibur to Enterprise. So long and thanks for all the tachyons! Rhan K'hal: Transferring ship attitude control to science. Cptn Swain: ACTION> In a further display of CGI, the Excalibur opens a warp shell around itself as its engulfed in the temporal fissure. VonDrake: ::eyebrows raise as he looks at Will:: Irene Mincine: :: Red's scans are fading slowly from existence the shakier the ride gets. :: Blue> "I... M-Maryse..." :: Blue has totally broken down, this being a whole lot more personal for her than anything else... she's dragged to the floor, which doesn't help much, either! :: Indaura Ryssan: Great.. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM AWARDS: Cptn Swain: As i mentioned at the end of last week, we traditionally do awards on my birthday week, which is tonight. William Chocox: Happy birthday! Maryse Dubois: Happy Birthday! Irene Mincine: happy birthday Cptn Swain: Thank you. I want to also thank everyone for your continued support and participation on Excalibur. And if you don't get a "specific" award, know that I still value your contributions to our game. Rhan K'hal: :: calls for the giant cake, and more importantly, the scantily clad yeoman inside it :: Cptn Swain: So, first up... Irene Mincine: the Best Irene award goes to Cptn Swain: The Crispin Xavier Stamina Award will be delayed as we tabulate attendance. Cptn Swain: So everyone gets a piece of cake, for now. Maryse Dubois: woo VonDrake: ::nudges the captain:: My attendance is 100% sir. ::wink:: William Chocox: ::eats:: Cptn Swain: Haha Von Drake Rhan K'hal: This one has a smart mouth. I like. Maryse Dubois: Fits right in Cptn Swain: Captain's Quill and PADD award for outstanding contribution to Excalibur through a log or series of logs goes to ... William Chocox: ::looks at the fine print:: Says here you must meet a minimum of 10 appearances. Cptn Swain: Drum roll please William Chocox: ((Do we have enough logs?)) William Chocox: ::ra pum pum pum:: Irene Mincine: they're floating down a river Cptn Swain: Ensign Irene Mincine Maryse Dubois: Yay Irene Mincine: Yay William Chocox: Whoo! Irene Mincine: aren't I the only one besides you who writes any? :P Cptn Swain: Hush Maryse Dubois: Shh Cptn Swain: Take the award. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Before I take it away. Cptn Swain: Well its not an actual trophy anymore. Irene Mincine: award! Cptn Swain: I had to sell the real thing, but have this coupon for 2.99 off at Souper Salads, Rhan K'hal: We'll all have plenty of time to log when we either a) get back to our own time and have to wait for a functional starship or b) have to make up backstory for new characters. Irene Mincine: I had sushi for dinner so I'll accept that as my award William Chocox: TELLARITE HERE I COME! Cptn Swain: Alright next... Excalibur Starburst of Excellence, awarded to a player for their in-game contributions over the last year. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at envelope:: I am so excited. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't mess up on the name this time. Cptn Swain: And the winner is... The Brothers K'hal Maryse Dubois: Woo Rhan K'hal: Woo, Cait Power! William Chocox: Excellent choice! Irene Mincine: Yay Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Every year. It's K'hal, not K'hal. Hakran K'hal: :: does one of those flying chest thump things :: Maryse Dubois: hehe Cptn Swain: You also get a 2.99 coupon to sopuer salads. You can fight over which one gets to us eit, Rhan K'hal: Hak can have it, I don't eat rabbit food, I eat rabbits. William Chocox: You sure it's not a Smeerp? Cptn Swain: In addition, since you all handed over your peril cards. We'll be starting the "year" off with a new count. Everyone will get one "Get out of host Induced Peril" Card William Chocox: Huzzah! Rhan K'hal: :: puts it in the safe :: Maryse Dubois: The real award. Cptn Swain: So thats it for wards, though a big shout out again to our Order of the Round Table members: Miranda, Rhan and Maryse for their continued dedication to Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Maybe next year we'll have some new inductees.

SD 0825.2019 Several hours have passed and the crew has been working hard to ready the ship for testing Science's theory that an inverse tachyon beam could generate enough power to effectively punch a hole through space and time to get Excalibur back to it's original era. With the Enterprise's deflector dish modified, we are ready to begin testing (with probes) to discover and fine tune the exact beam modulations and variances needed for such a risky maneuver. Awards: Ensign Irene Mincini -- Captain's Quill and PADD award for outstanding contribution to Excalibur through a log or series of logs. Rhan & Hakran K'hal -- Excalibur Starburst of Excellence, awarded to a player for their in-game contributions over the last year. Peril Cards -- We'll be starting the "year" off with a new count. Everyone will get one "Get out of host Induced Peril" Card