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  1. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/31/20 = /\ = = /\ = 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 = /\ = TBS is zero - 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science is still examining the strange plant that might be dangerous. Several Pakleds are eating it and getting sick. Engineering is monitoring the equipment installed to track power consumption. Nijil and Jylliene are considering Annisha's entry to Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout is searching for them in the nebula. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::walking with Nijil:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::medical complex, looking over information regarding Pakleds and such:: Chirakis: :::CnC, her office with the door open:::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well, checking over the Pakleds:: Sierra Robinson: + Science + Lt Jg Robinson to Science... Tarisa: ::In the lab with Dran.:: Sierra Robinson: :: on Commerce Deck :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: walking in relative silence with Jy :: Well. Who would have thought being too smart is a topic we'd have trouble with. Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, reading a report from science about the Plant:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: +Sierra+ ::Perks up.:: Go ahead. Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + I have an unusual plant a Pakled gave me...I think you should take a look at it. Tarisa: ::Looks to Dran:: +Sierra+ Did you say a plant? Bring it to the lab right away. Amanda Davis PhD: :::long, extended sigh as she enters the main area of the complex looking for Mimi::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs her hand :: It's been so long since I last did this. Well... :: thinks :: Yes. Hey, where are we walking to again? Dacia Sandero: ::sighs as well, wondering where these plants came from:: Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + It’s giving my Tricorder unusual readings.. some sort of chemical reaction going on. Understood...I will be there shortly. Alexis McFarland: ::Lies on the floor:: mimipavilion: ::in her office dwelling on the Pakleds being on the station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working at his tactical station, reviewing the night's sensor logs :: Tarisa: Miana> It feels nice not having to worry about school. Annisha: :: Watches her friends :: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Yes, it certainly does! Annisha: Yeah, but now I have to worry about my parents. They are acting weird all of a sudden. Sierra Robinson: :: Walks to Lift but spots a security officer :: Sir...the Pakled outside of the Peter Pakled store...the one munching on plants....The Commander would like you to observe. Alexis McFarland: What'd you do this time? ::still on the floor:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits up.:: Acting weird? Are they possessed? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne was torn between looking within and looking without :: Chirakis: :::Exits her office just as the lift opens and stops to watch::: Sierra Robinson: :: to security crewman :: Science wants this plant ASAP.....whatever this thing is....:: shows plant :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: They walked quietly. It was good to get out and just do relatively nothing around the station. :: Tarisa: ::Has a bad feeling.:: mimipavilion: ::mumbles something about the Pakleds always causing trouble:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gets another scanner ready:: Jylliene: I don't know. I just started walking. Where should we go? Jylliene: Somewhere to think. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to lift and enters :: Science! Scott Coleridge: ::licks his finger to turn the page on his PADD then realizes that's redundant:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Just anywhere. This place is so much larger than the remote outpost I was on. Chirakis: >>::a security officer steps out and next to him is a young lady in uniform with a badge attached::: Dacia Sandero: ::going through some of their symptoms and whatever info they had on the plants they had ingested:: Kansas Kenickie: ::walks onto the station through the airlock:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::search... search... search... looking for information on Pakleds and illness::: Alexis McFarland: ::rolls onto her side and looks at Miana and Annisha:: Lots of people have been acting weird lately. Sierra Robinson: :: exits lift and proceeds to the main science lab area and stops after entering :: Jylliene: Your office to talk? Or should we grab lunch? Annisha: What did *I* do? :: to Alexis :: I don't know. :: thinks :: I took that test...was that it? Tarisa: Miana> ::Blinks, looking at Alexis.:: Jylliene: Early for lunch, though Tae'Lynn Dran: You said you had a sample for us? Sierra Robinson: :: holding the plant....in her hand in a not very scientific way :: Nijil tr'Korjata: How about the park? Tarisa: ::Frowns as her fears are realized.:: Where did it come from? Tae'Lynn Dran: Set it down here. ::points towards the tray:: Alexis McFarland: I thought you did well in it, not sure why your parents would act weird. ::to Miana:: I don't know, just a feeling I'm getting. Can't really explain it. Kansas Kenickie: :::Takes a long look around:::: Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, I believe that you have a new officer. ::slight nod in his direction:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Pinches Alexis.:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up:: A… oh yes. I was notified of that yesterday. ::puts the PADD on his console and stands:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sweeps his hand over the display to change the view :: Sierra Robinson: Yes...Here it is...:: sets in down on the tray :: My Engineering Tricorder detected some unusual chemical...reactions taking place, which I felt was very odd...It never alerts me to plants. Alexis McFarland: Ow, what's that for? Tarisa: Miana> I heard people do that to make sure they are in reality. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts their trek to the park :: Sierra Robinson: Lt JG Sierra Robinson by the way...sorry we have not met. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins the scans:: Since you could actually get a reading off it, it does not appear to be the same as the one we're investigating. Chirakis: >>:::the security officer steps away and the captain extends a hand ::: Greetings, Lieutenant. Commander Coleridge will take care of you. Alexis McFarland: Ahh, I wish this were a dream. But I'm still not able to fly. Tae'Lynn Dran: Where did you find it? Kansas Kenickie: :::shakes his hand firmly::: Sir. Jylliene: Have you been feeling more adjusted? Sierra Robinson: A Pakled gave it to me....Suggested I eat it. That is another concern I have. The Pakled eating this thing, said they were growing it on the station. Kansas Kenickie: Kansas Kenickie, Lieutenant. Sierra Robinson: And he did not look well despite eating it. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Tarisa, Chief of Science. ::Motions.:: Lt. Dran. I saw you briefly on CnC. ::Pauses.:: But more importantly are there more? Scott Coleridge: ::shakes Kansas' hand:: Commander Scott Coleridge. Welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis. Nijil tr'Korjata: Uhm... yes? No... I don't know. I swear I still see her in my reflection each morning. Then I realize my hair is not long enough and my eyes are not right. Sierra Robinson: Pleased to meet you both. I suspect there are. The Pakled would not...reveal where he was growing it. But mentioned to another Pakled that he could get him some. Jylliene: I imagine that will take some time. Sierra Robinson: I guess that is more a medical issue, but....is this plant....known? Scott Coleridge: ::Kansas:: Uneventful trip out to our little corner of the galaxy? Chirakis: :::walks over to Cayne::: SITREP, Commander. Kansas Kenickie: Thank you, am I getting the nickel tour... or right off to medical for a look under the hood? Chirakis: :::looks up at the tactical screen::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Eating. Then this is not the same as our other sample. Unless Pakled teeth are made of something special. I couldn't scratch ours with a nuclear blast. Tarisa: ::Frowns.:: +Chirakis+ Commander Tarisa to Captain Chirakis. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks up :: All is right in the sector. They had a very quiet evening. No unscheduled activity to report. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Internally we are watching this Pakled situation. Sierra Robinson: May I ask what is this Plant you are studying...sounds fascinating. Kansas Kenickie: The trip was calm and boring Sierra Robinson: :: wonders about armored plants :: Chirakis: And the Pakleds are.... still doing their "Pakled thing" as they say? Scott Coleridge: ::Kansas:: Medical is... busy... I think. We might put you to work right away. Well, we'll give you a tour first. But I read in your file that you have experience with covert ops? Tae'Lynn Dran: It's in the other containment chamber. Keeping it away from all energy sources so it doesn't explode or something otherwise problematic. Nijil tr'Korjata: I did so many things trying to repair their generator. I was so afraid of seeing others, but we had to go to the planet to get supplies. Chirakis: :::hears "covert ops" but does not turn::: Kansas Kenickie: I do, I hope that isn’t a problem. Jylliene: ::nods to Nijil:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Lt. Dran :: Is this some sort of Chemical....issue inside the plant? Nijil tr'Korjata: I wish you could have seen me. I could not believe it. :: turns to the park entrance :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I should be happy sample B is not the same. But. ::looking at the readings so far:: this could be as troubling if the Pakleds are eating it. Scott Coleridge: ::Kansas:: On the contrary, that's a very impressive resume you have. But I suspect we'll give it a workout in due time. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks for a bench to it on by the artificial lake :: Sierra Robinson: This plant ..could it be dangerous to other plants? Like the ones in the Arboretum ? Annisha: So, are those P-People still around? Amanda Davis PhD: :::page...page...page::: (m) Oh... I hope nothing happens with these... interesting creatures. Tae'Lynn Dran: There are some chemical compounds I can't identify. Jylliene: I'm just happy to have you back, whether or not I ever meet any Yith. Scott Coleridge: Aegis is a hub for commercial activity in this sector. We often need officers who have a certain type of... creativity... when it comes to investigating and inquiring. Kansas Kenickie: it is my best skill. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks to the others.:: The weird ones? ::Nods.:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I think they are. At least they were yesterday when I was last in the commerce section. Tae'Lynn Dran: That's always a possibility. Tarisa: Miana> They have taken over the Commerce level. Alexis McFarland: It seems like that yeah Kansas Kenickie: smuggling a problem around here? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Could feel her meaning in her words :: I guess it was best to have only a few days pass for you. :: gestures to a bench :: Sierra Robinson: I read a book about a starship that brought a specimen onboard....and it took over the entire Hydroponics bay of the ship. Something about invasive species. Tarisa: Miana> A stranger tried to give me something, but I said no and ran. Jylliene: ::sits:: Yes, though I wish it had been just as quick for you. Annisha: They are slow individually, but even ants can do things en masse. Kansas Kenickie: :::Notes all the different types of races poking around the station:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't think this has that type of growth potential. Scott Coleridge: ::Kansas:: It can be, from time to time. ::notices that Cayne is free:: Ah, let me introduce you to your superior. Alexis McFarland: They didn't bug me, but that's probably cuz I was with Mr. Moht. Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm more concerned about the chemicals being produced in it's sap. mimipavilion: ::sees a file for new crew member and looks it over:: Scott Coleridge: ::leads Kansas over to Cayne's station:: Commander, Lieutenant Kansas Kenickie. Lieutenant, Commander Wyatt Cayne. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Grumbly old man, Cayne, looks over his map of the surrounding space :: Kansas Kenickie: ::Nods and holds her hand out:: Sir. Sierra Robinson: Hmm... If I am disturbing you by my ...crude grasp of chemical engineering....I can scoot... Tae'Lynn Dran: Some of these are unknown but share some chemical arrangements with narcotics. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Kenickie is it. :: shakes her hand, as he is already standing :: Kansas Kenickie: It is. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They think standing is better for me... just makes me tired. Welcome to Aegis. Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: Tae'Lynn Dran: No, you're fine. I tend to talk to myself while researching anyways. Always better to have someone that it looks like I'm talking to. Kansas Kenickie: standing is overrated. Nijil tr'Korjata: It was not all bad Jy. I got to nearly live another life, for a time. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a clipping from the plant and puts the leaf in very expensive looking device:: Tarisa: The Command Staff will want to know about this. I will report to CnC with what we have. ::Looks to Sierra:: You are more than welcome to stay and assist. Sierra Robinson: Okay, so this is not...the super danger plant you have in your isolation lab... That is some good news. Uhm....would you contact medical regarding this or do I need to file a report there. Jylliene: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: Lt. Kenickie will be joining your department. Please give her the usual tour and then feel free to put her to work on any of our latest... priorities. Kansas Kenickie: And thank you..... looks like a different type of hole than I am used to. Tae'Lynn Dran: As soon as I have a better idea what we're dealing with. Chirakis: :::moving to the command chair, preferring that to her office::: Sierra Robinson: Of course... and If I may...may I take a gaze on your "nuclear blast " plant as well? Nijil tr'Korjata: I learned some things along the way. Taught Muuhi how to fly the shuttle, got better at playing that uke I have. Tae'Lynn Dran: This could be a typical salad lunch for Pakleds. mimipavilion: ::after looking at her file::mumbles:: Goodie another security officer. Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: Another security officer? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What kind of hole were you in before this one? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: This is more of a duranium mushroom. Tarisa: ::Exits the lab and heads for the lift.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Sample A is in isolated containment for the moment. Jylliene: You didn't have the shuttle there, how did you manage to teach her that? Alexis McFarland: ::drinks some chocolate milk:: Sierra Robinson: I am not knowledgeable on the Pakled diet, but they strike me as a species willing to try things first. mimipavilion: ::looks up at Amanda:: Yep Amanda Davis PhD: ::sigh:: I think I've lost track of how many we have now, but the captain depends on them for several reasons.... especially things like.... well.. Pakleds. Jylliene: Or did they have some kind of holosuite as well? mimipavilion: True Nijil tr'Korjata: Their outpost had one for supply runs. Two crew and the cargo. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hears a beep and checks the readings:: Oh my. Well, they should not have tried this first. Kansas Kenickie: An Ajax class, smuggled myself across space. Nijil tr'Korjata: Holograms, no holosuite. Jylliene: So you learned how to fly their shuttle, and then taught her? Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC. Immediately picks up a new scent.:: Kansas Kenickie: I had alternative missions. Sierra Robinson: Ruh Roh. What are they ingesting? Scott Coleridge: I'll leave you two to talk shop. ::Kansas:: Do stop by medical eventually, mind. Otherwise Dr. Pavilion won't let me hear the end of it. Welcome to Aegis. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. She did not turn me into a doctor, though she did scare me a little after I got there. Tarisa: ::Walks over to Tactical, where Chirakis, Coleridge, and company are.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: smiling at his shop watering his ...non-edible...flowers :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, ever a mission on an icy world? I don't recommend it. Chirakis: ::looks to Tarisa::: Kansas Kenickie: I will sir, and thank you. I hope not to disappoint you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks of Annisha :: Jylliene: ::leans back a little:: Think we're making the right decision for Anni? Tae'Lynn Dran: These chemicals have a high chance of being a mild narcotic. There's also an unstable metagenic enzyme. That could rewrite their own DNA code if given enough time and dosage. Chirakis: :::she swivels her chair since she seems to want to talk to her:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think she needs to at least know they are interested in her. Give her a taste. Kansas Kenickie: ::Smiles at Cayne::: I was on DraTrq 7 once... almost froze everything off. Tae'Lynn Dran: I'll have to run some simulations on Pakled physiology. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'd hate to leave her in the dark. Tarisa: Captain, Commander. ::Sees Cayne as well.:: Good, Commander Cayne is here as well. I need to update security. Sierra Robinson: Metagenic properties? Wow. Jylliene: And if we tell her and she says she wants to go? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Is this about the plant? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I just had to survey for months, then was plucked off before coming here. Tarisa: ::Hands Cayne a PADD regarding the new plant development.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hears another beeping:: mimipavilion: Find anything useful on what you were reading. Sierra Robinson: :: quiets :: Chirakis: :::listens:: Tae'Lynn Dran: One moment. ::goes to the containment vessel:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Once she's old enough there's not a great deal we can do to stop, but I can't imagine she would want to leave her friends., Tarisa: ::Nods:: Yes Commander. Lt. Robinson brought us another specimen. She claims that the Pakleds are growing them. Amanda Davis PhD: ::Mimi::: not really. Just that they are an.... interesting species. Sierra Robinson: :: stays put and glances around the science lab :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are you Ops Kenickie? mimipavilion: True. Kansas Kenickie: I will admit, I have never been planted on a station before. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gestures to the screen before him :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hears a slight buzz:: Tarisa: Fortunately it is not the same species as our first, but Lt. Dran feels it is likely still dangerous. Scott Coleridge: ::facepalm:: Why are the Pakleds growing the plants? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well here's the station in the center, and the scans to a radius of 10 light years. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns back to the other plant:: Is sample B.... humming? Chirakis: ::not... exactly... happy::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We have a network of sensor relays throughout the sector. Jylliene: I just want her to have time to be a child. Just a little longer. Jylliene: And mature a little more before taking that step. mimipavilion: I don't know how many times the Pakleds have come on this station and caused trouble. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What's your specialty Lt.? Sierra Robinson: Humming? :: adjusts her hair and lowers her head to listen :: Kansas Kenickie: Hand to hand... knife work. Sierra Robinson: That is not possible. A humming plant? But it is making a noise. How? Amanda Davis PhD: Well.. this is my first time, Mimi. Can you fill me in? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. Just think how she'd be treated there. She could be running the place before our first visit. Sierra Robinson: :: steps away very curious about the mystery :: Tarisa: Lt. Dran is still running tests on plant B. I will update when we have more information, but I recommend security politely puts a stop to their growth. Kansas Kenickie: I like to get close... people don’t like when you get up in their face. mimipavilion: Obviously they’re not bright and their speech is a good example of it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nice. We have a good sharpshooter on our team. A Cardassian. Jylliene: Or she could be completely shunned and flee before our first visit. Tae'Lynn Dran: That's not unheard of. Actually, quite interesting. It's just that, Sample A which is shielded from all outside electromagnetic sources, it is also vibrating. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Tarisa: Lt. Sierra has observed the Pakleds eating these plants as well. Scott Coleridge: ::facepalm again:: Of course they are. Nijil tr'Korjata: Wonder how she'd feel about advanced classes. Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: I'll have someone put out a Pakled PSA. Amanda Davis PhD: Are they easily coerced into doing things they shouldn't? Sierra Robinson: I concede...I probably should have taken botany as an elective. mimipavilion: More likely. Kansas Kenickie: I hope keeping some on me won't be a problem? Tarisa: I will be sending a report to medical as well. ::Eyes drift towards the newcomer.:: Jylliene: If the admiral is already aware of her capabilities, they'd keep some eye on access. She won't be the first precocious cadet, nor the last. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well then, time for a field trip. ::takes sample B and puts it on a rolling cart:: I would rather get these two samples away from each other. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I should give you the tour of the station. I don't have any trouble as long as it's Fleet legal. Sierra Robinson: :: deploys her engineering Tricorder :: I never thought to check for a resonance scan... Amanda Davis PhD: So they are easily manipulated. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No glowing swords or sonic drivers. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Come on, I'm taking this to sickbay. Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't understand how she could test so high. Chirakis: :::a ping sounds on her console:: Sierra Robinson: Understood. :: follows Lt. Dran :: Chirakis: ::excuses herself and enters her office, closing the door::: Kansas Kenickie: Just a regular knife, scanners have a way of not picking her up... even in transport. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off his console :: This station is very large and you are part of a very large team. Sierra Robinson: And the tricorder confirms the plant is ...resonating...but with what? :: follows :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Ah, a composite material. Jylliene: They'd have caught her if she had been trying to cheat, I'm sure. Tarisa: ::Uses her personal PADD to forward a report to Medical.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moving at a brisk pace through the corridor:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Unless she is *that* good. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Anything else I should know before I go to... handle this? Sierra Robinson: :: follows :: Chirakis: :::secures the office and Admiral Solokov appears onscreen:: Jylliene: And I'm nor sure she'd really have had reason to try. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Starts to take KK out of the CnC :: Tarisa: ::Thinks:: No Commander, not until I receive more information myself. mimipavilion: ::gets a message alert from Tarisa:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps she was bored. Tae'Lynn Dran: Any number of chemical reactions could cause that. The stimulus for that and it's purpose however can vary. Amanda Davis PhD: :::learning as much as she can about the Pakleds:::: Scott Coleridge: No, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pushes the cart into a turbolift:: mimipavilion: Hmmm... apparently there's a plant that the Pakleds are eating. Sierra Robinson: Understood. Annisha: :: Lying there with her friends :: Kansas Kenickie: ::Follows him:: It is common but no one normally makes a weapon out of it. Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns::: A plant? Sierra Robinson: :: enters lift :: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and continues to lie on the ground:: Amanda Davis PhD: Tell me it's not that plant that science is working on. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::to the lift:: Medical. mimipavilion: Yep. ::turns her computer around:: Kansas Kenickie: have you always been posted here? Amanda Davis PhD: :::scans the screen::: Oh my.... mimipavilion: I wouldn't be surprised if it were. Dacia Sandero: ::watches as well?:: Sierra Robinson: Could it be a form of distress, given it is uprooted? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Of course. ::Turns to leave, but observes the new security for a moment. With a swish of her tail, she heads for the lift.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: While these two samples are different species it is now probable they came from the same ecosystem. Amanda Davis PhD: Should I ready the complex for incoming Pakleds? Nijil tr'Korjata: She told me they had two questions wrong. Tae'Lynn Dran: Possibly distress. But it did only start after it was brought into the lab. Sierra Robinson: :: scans the plant and scans the immediate vicinity :: It is still resonating, so it is not something in the science lab...per say it is reacting to. Scott Coleridge: ::begins a new to-do list:: mimipavilion: It wouldn't hurt, Dacia can you help her. Tarisa: Miana> ::On her stomach, playfully kicking her feet in the air.:: Did we decide which planet we would visit in the holosuite? mimipavilion: I'm going to go over the report more thoroughly Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: Wonder where they obtained these plants..Not my department per say...but I am curious. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::lift stops and doors open:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I can. Be happy to. Sierra Robinson: :: holds lift door for Lt. Dran :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We should go planet-side soon, the three of us. Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks to Dacia::: Let's go, Dacia. I hope they didn't eat too much. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. I wonder. Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I hope as well. Jylliene: A bit of a vacation? Sierra Robinson: :: follows behind with Tricorder open :: Annisha: Wonder what? Tarisa: Miana> A place where none of us have been before. Alexis McFarland: What planet we should go to on the holosuites. Kansas Kenickie: ::Looks around the area, notes the people peeping her way:: mimipavilion: ::hears the doors open before she gets to look the report to see Dran and goes over to her:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure, though I was on one not too long ago. Alexis McFarland: There are lots of those. Tae'Lynn Dran: Hello Doctor. mimipavilion: What is this, Lt. Jylliene: That's very different. Tae'Lynn Dran: This is the plant the Pakleds were eating. My scans so far show both narcotic and metagenic enzymes. Sierra Robinson: :: stays at a distance a bit so Lt Dran can brief the Doctors but continues to scan ...wondering what could be causing the plant to resonate :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to KK :: Oddly enough the hub of the station is the commerce level. Tae'Lynn Dran: It also seems to be reacting to our other sample back in the lab. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I got a report of a plant that you guys were examining is this it. mimipavilion: You have two types of these plants. Amanda Davis PhD: ::working with Dacia to get everything ready::: Sierra Robinson: :: not so sure but remains quiet :: Kansas Kenickie: what is the goal around here... besides preventing smuggling and I am guessing kidnapping. Chirakis: :::exits her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Two different plants. Sample A is in containment. This sample B is a different species but I believe they may be from the same ecosystem. Dacia Sandero: ::works on readying sickbay::: Jylliene: ::sigh:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: What makes this one different from sample A? Sierra Robinson: ::: walks over to the Doctors :: Chirakis: ::begins her normal pace around CnC::: Jylliene: Yes, a vacation would be nice. mimipavilion: Besides the metagenic enzymes and narcotics. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Funny you mention that. A Rihan girl was kidnapped a while back. She's fine now. That said, there's not much activity on that front lately Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I can't even scan sample A and it's proven indestructible so far. Scott Coleridge: ::glances up when he notices Chirakis pacing, but then sees it is merely the normal pace and not the Command-is-bothering-me-again pace or even worse the Avoid-That-Restaurant-in-the-Future pace:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she hears them talking and hears narcotics::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I can scan Sample B and have taken a cutting from it already. Sierra Robinson: Sample B, is being distributed among the Pakleds...Sample A...we cannot say that yet. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think people relax there and let their guard down, so if it's a people problem we can gather information with relative ease. Kansas Kenickie: Anything I should outright stay clear of? Tae'Lynn Dran: I believe it would be better to study Sample B here. Sierra Robinson: Sorry..thought I should mention that. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: leans his head on her shoulder :: Tae'Lynn Dran: As well as anyone who has consumed it. Sierra Robinson: And...that is the Plant a Pakled offered me to eat... mimipavilion: ::nods:: Ok, take this to the lab. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Hm... Pakleds. Gotta love 'em. Chirakis: Very well done. Chirakis: TBS is the next day. We begin at 0700. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments? Scott Coleridge: Nope Scott Coleridge: Wait Scott Coleridge: Don't eat plants Kansas Kenickie: booo Scott Coleridge: Er, don't eat some plants Chirakis: Understood. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Kansas Kenickie: I will stick with the food cubes Chirakis: Sounds like a good idea. Chirakis: Once again, welcome to Lt Kenickie. Chirakis: Also, we celebrate STSF's 18th year. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |31 July 2020 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 TBS is O - the time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science is still examining the strange plant brought aboard by a trader on the commerce deck. Though it could possibly be dangerous, several Pakleds are eating it. Engineering is monitoring the equipment installed to track the Pakled shop's illicit power consumption. Not only is Commander Korjata still dealing with his Yith consciousness, but he and Lt Commander Kital are facing a decision regarding their daughter and Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout is entering the nebula to search for them.
  3. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/24/20 = /\ = = /\ = 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 = /\ = TBS is zero - 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Security has tightened access to several areas where Pakleds wander. Another species might be using the Pakleds to do the dirty work. The plant in science might be very dangerous. Security is looking for more plants on the commerce deck. Annisha's parents are discussing her entrance to Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, taking OPS for the commander::: Chirakis: ::in her office, waiting for Annisha's parents::. Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, monitoring the equipment that Sierra and Nijil installed to track the Pakled shop's illicit power consumption:: Jylliene: ::waiting outside Chirakis's office for Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: With Jylliene :: What did she do now? Scott Coleridge: ::trying to see the shape of this in his mind... What was he missing?:: Jylliene: Relax, this is about her results on the Academy test. Nijil tr'Korjata: I was only gone 16 mon... wait a few days... Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, really? Tarisa: ::In the Science labs, looking over the plant in containment.:: Jylliene: ::rings chime at Chirakis's office door:: Chirakis: Enter. Chirakis: Please, Commanders. Have a seat. ::waves Nijil toward a chair::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is excited because the end of school is coming.:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha, smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters and takes a seat :: Jylliene: ::has seat next to Nijil:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Au are doing that again...smiling.. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Commander Coleridge, I have completed my scans of the Commerce Level regarding Power Consumption...And so far as I can see the Pakleds did not notice me waving the tricorder around...yet. Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Thank you, Lieutenant. Keep sending me your results as you get them. I wonder why the Pakleds think they need all that power. Tarisa: Miana> ::grins.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Well, with Miana:: Chirakis: :::closes and seals the door::: We have something very important to discuss regarding Annisha. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::wandering the commerce deck holding a suspiciously familiar plant:: Nijil tr'Korjata: faafetai Fletcher Jackson: ::tossing Pakled junk away:: Tarisa: Miana> School is almost over. It is time to be happy. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Hmm, yes. Can't wait to relax and stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks concerned in a Rihan/Yith manner :: Chirakis: ::blink at Nijil::: A very important decision, Commander. mimipavilion: ::looking over Nijil's brain scan especially the areas of communication:: Jylliene: ::listens:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Maybe because ....well I can get a closer look at some shops if you'd like. Uhm...shopping on duty undercover maybe. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Au know what I miss though...seasons… There are no seasons on the station. Tarisa: Miana> Can we program them? Sierra Robinson: :: thinks that idea is ridiculous but what the hell, maybe she would discover something :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Seasons? Hmm Alexis McFarland: Yes, I'm sure we could. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to her starting position near the main access lift and faces the access terminal and looks it over :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha would not tell me the results. Chirakis: ::sigh, leaning forward on her desk::: Admiral Hatchkock, the commanding officer of Starfleet Academy, has ::wants to say ordered, but instead she says::: is asking that Annisha apply to enter Starfleet Academy. Tarisa: ::Steps over to Dran.:: Any changes to the specimen? Nijil tr'Korjata: What? Chirakis: ::glance to Nijil and Jyl::: Your thoughts? Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to see if you can spot anything obvious in the shop. Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing yet. It may take some time. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::begins eating the plant as he walks the commerce level:: Mmm. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jylliene :: Tarisa: Hopefully it did not absorb too much in the last test. Jylliene: ::blinks:: Why would the Admiral have any opinion on it? Tae'Lynn Dran: Removing all energy sources should eventually take some toll on its biology. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Copy that. I will pay some of the shops a visit. Literally Pay them...Robinson out. Alexis McFarland: ::chilling out in class, since it's pretty easy going so close to the end:: Chirakis: Several reasons, one of which is that her ability is far beyond the intelligence of anyone else in the academy, despite her age. Nijil tr'Korjata: I do na know this Admiral, but why the interest? She's... young. Chirakis: Indeed. She is young. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I had received a message from security. They are looking out for more of these. Chirakis: However... there is something else to consider. Sierra Robinson: :: turns noting a Pakled consuming a plant as she begins to walk over to the largest operation...the Pakled Pop Up Store :: Jylliene: ::listens:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Anyone else? Tae'Lynn Dran: Good. Not sure if I hope they do or do not find anymore. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::brings the plant into Peter Pakled's store:: Plant good. Sierra Robinson: :: Decides maybe Commander Coleridge is in need of a PADD weight, and decides to pick up a stem bolt :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks that either the standards at Starfleet are lower than he believed or Annisha is hiding more from them than he realized :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I assume since we've not heard of any potted plants randomly exploding is a good thing. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: smiles at his customers as they shop and consume plant material...:: Chirakis: :::sets the room to blue light::: As you are aware, Annisha's biological parents are alive. It is possible that someone at the academy knows this, and that could result in a catastrophe. Tarisa: Indeed. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::Peter:: We grow plants. Sell plants. Plants good. Sierra Robinson: :: the only human in the store at the moment...she looks at ...self-torquing stem nuts...and at the same time checks some power consumption levels :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Meaning someone could come after here Chirakis: Or perhaps more than that, of which I cannot speak. Sierra Robinson: Peter> I grow flowers...some sell some the kids take home. Nijil tr'Korjata: Does the Admiral in question know Annisha's history? Chirakis: That I do not know. Sierra Robinson: :: inspects the Peter Pakled Brand Stem Bolt and notes standard Power outlets in this store so far :: Tarisa: Miana> What should we do when school is over? Jylliene: I appreciate that she's advanced, but just being intelligent doesn't make her ready to head off to the Academy. Maturity has to be considered. Chirakis: Indeed. :::nod of agreement uto Jyl::: Jylliene: Nevermind the potential issues with her biological parents. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> We grow this plant. ::thrusts out the plant, which is identical to the one security and science are so concerned about:: Make lots. Much plants, so good. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> I don't eat much plant food... Indigestion. :: to Plant eating Pakled :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Just how well did she do? I thought she was just brushing it off and listening to Yith music. Alexis McFarland: ::scoots over closer to Miana:: We should visit the holosuites and do summery things, like to go to a beach or holo-camping. They have packages were you could sleep a few nights in the holosuites. Sierra Robinson: :: sets Tricorder on the shelf and fires it up as she notes other odd items inside :: Chirakis: Of course, she does not know that they are alive. Alexis McFarland: Or I wonder if we can go on another trip ? That'd be a lot of fun. ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> Ooo...sounds fun! Alexis McFarland: Mmm! ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checks the latest sensor readings on the plant:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Where to this time? The last one did not end so well Chirakis: :::considering the parents' retribution should Annisha be captured and used as bait::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: takes closer look at Plant :: Very odd.. Sell Many? Tarisa: Miana> That water dragon made a mess of things. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::burps:: Yes. Plant good. You sell many. I help you grow, get part of profits? Sierra Robinson: :: tricorder beeps and Sierra quickly bumps into a wind chime :: Ooops!!! Sorry Alexis McFarland: Hm. Maybe a trip to Betazed or something? I dunno, where do you guys wanna go? Nijil tr'Korjata: Do we let her know they are interested or just make a decision outright? I don't know how she feels about the Academy. Alexis McFarland: ::nods at Miana:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: looks to Sierra...:: You break You buy! :: smiles :: Scott Coleridge: Other Pakled> ::approaches Peter and the first Pakled:: You sell plants? Want plant for wife. She sad. Plant make her happy. This plant look good. Will buy plants. Chirakis: ::relaxes in her chair:: Knowing her biological parents, if anything happens to her, that person will suddenly vanish... without a trace. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Everyone talks about Earth like it's the center of the galaxy. Sierra Robinson: Yes...sorry sorry! Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Oh I have no room...but I would like to see some seeds maybe ...Yes. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, being from Earth it's ok but yeah... Nijil tr'Korjata: Which can happen on a space station or planet. Jylliene: Her friends might be a very good reason she could want to wait. Sierra Robinson: :: checks tricorder covertly wondering why the heck did it beep :: Chirakis: ::listening to Nijil and Jylliene's discussion::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh they are hard to separate. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Yes Seeds Perhaps...then I show to my science friend. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have not known someone so young to attend classes. Tarisa: Miana> Let's go somewhere none of us have been to. Jylliene: I just don't think she's mature enough to consider this yet. She may seem very secure and able to handle herself here, but away at the academy? Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: Yeah, that'd be great! Though I hope we'll be able to visit Earth together one day. Nijil tr'Korjata: What if she wants to do something remotely? Sierra Robinson: :: looks :: Oh Frak. :: looks to the Pakled eating the plant that is....emitting a...trace of energy...one she isn't familiar with. :: Chirakis: I agree, Commanders. On both counts. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Are there seeds? Chirakis: Besides, her education here is probably as good as that of the academy. Jylliene: ::is a bit reassured:: Scott Coleridge: Pakled> Good. ::burps again, then other bodily reactions:: Yes. Many seeds. Plant grow fast. Give plant much light. Jylliene: Will the Admiral accept our response? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinking in Engineering terms :: Scott Coleridge: Pakled> We grow plants outside. ::points at the green space:: They look good, no one mind. Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting. With all atmosphere and energy sources removed from the chamber I can actually detect a small energy signature from the plant that I couldn't before. Chirakis: The admiral has no choice. Sierra Robinson: I'd like to pay for this...:: to Peter Pakled and then she turns to the Pakled who is burping:: And....May purchase one of those plants you are eating....they look....good! Jylliene: Perhaps not, but he could make all of us miserable in the meantime. Though it's a risk I'm willing to take. Tarisa: ::Perks up with interest.:: Oh? Nijil tr'Korjata: Jy, we may be able to give her a taste of the Academy without actually going there. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: rings up the Stem Bolt Purchase :: Have to talk to him...I do not sell those here. Chirakis: ::listening::: Jylliene: How? ::to Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Holodeck. Tae'Lynn Dran: At least that means it is dissipating energy at a controlled rate. Sierra Robinson: Thanks! Peter...By the way cute Stem Bolts.. Uhm Sir...where can I get one of those....My boss likes organic meals. Nijil tr'Korjata: I could find out if they record lectures holographically. Nijil tr'Korjata: See if the instructor offers an interactive program, allowing her to ask questions. Sierra Robinson: :: takes gift bag after payment :: Chirakis: :::leans forward::: May I speak to that, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::thrusts plant at Sierra:: You eat? Sierra Robinson: My Boss...He eats...A lot!! Where is more? He needs More! :: smiles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. Chirakis: On the holodeck, she might become excited and want to go to the academy. I suggest that if you are going to use the holodeck, use it as if the students are studying, that some of them are not so nice, some of them resent her presence, perhaps making jokes. Exactly what she will encounter at the academy. Sierra Robinson: But yes...I'd love some...:: takes plant :: Thank you! Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: happy people are happy :: Tae'Lynn Dran: We should be able to monitor its mass by the energy output of the antigrav system. Temperature in the chamber should clue us in on energy dissipation. Maybe we can even pick up some trace elements if it has any kind of normal respiration. Nijil tr'Korjata: I can program some of my own experiences, though the academy has profiles on more species than I have met. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::sad:: Oh, I not have more. We need to grow. We will grow more for you. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::burps:: Hmm. I eat much plant. Sierra Robinson: Where do you grow them? On a ship? Chirakis: ::nod:: Whatever you do make it.... questionable. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Do what you can. Sierra Robinson: :: smells plant to detect an aroma :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: turns to Jy :: At her age, I would have liked to know if some door as this was open to me. Nijil tr'Korjata: When do the next classes start? Jylliene: At this age, you can be so ready to run through that door that you don't heed the warnings of anyone around you. Chirakis: The academy classes? Tae'Lynn Dran: This will probably take some time to generate quantifiable information. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right, could have her take a sample class alongside them Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a seat:: Any other projects of interest going on? Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::Sierra:: We not grow yet. Want Peter to grow. We grow many plants here. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Nothing major. I know of a couple personal projects from other members, but nothing major. Sierra Robinson: Thank you Peter! :: approaches Pakled :: Do you Need Water? Power? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ask the Admiral about remote learning options. Surely we can meet in the middle, if Annisha has any interest at all, Jylliene: I'd be willing to do something like that. Sierra Robinson: My Boss can get you Power for Plants. He loves ....Plant Food. Jylliene: ::nods to Nijil:: Chirakis: Commander Korjata... it would not be wise for you to speak to the admiral. Make your own choice and stick to it. Nijil tr'Korjata: She may enjoy showing up people twice her age... like she does when we play Galactic Conquest Chirakis: Admiral Hatchkock is not one to reckon with. Chirakis: She may enjoy it. They would not. Sierra Robinson: But I can come back for some more later if you'd like.. I can pay then. Nijil tr'Korjata: I can look up what they do remotely on my own without bothering the admiral, and we should break this news to her. Tae'Lynn Dran: Sounds like we need a good survey mission to get some more projects going. Jylliene: If taking some classes remotely is not an option, then she will wait until she is older. I do not think it wise nor safe for her to enter the Academy in the traditional sense at her age. Chirakis: As for remote learning options, her IQ of 197 speaks to that, and what she does in class here gives her enough learning that would last a century. Chirakis: I suggest that you watch - remotely - how she works in classes here. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Agreed. Sierra Robinson: :: smiles and bows to the Plant eating Pakled :: I will see you again... Jylliene: ::nods:: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, did you say 197? What scale is that? Chirakis: ::Nijil::: Beyond my comprehension. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: Well...we have a lot to think about Chirakis: And may I suggest that her IQ not be passed on to anyone, especially Annisha. Sierra Robinson: :: winks to the Pakled and smells the Plant...heading to the lift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh I can imagine what she'd do with it. Jylliene: ::nods in agreement:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil felt smaller :: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana, happy like most kids are this time of year:: Scott Coleridge: Pakled> ::Peter:: She's nice. I hope she likes when we grow many plants. Chirakis: Actually, it is normal to her. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: As if his brain shrank two sizes that day... :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Do her parents know of this Admiral's request? Sierra Robinson: Peter> Yes Nice Human. Buys My Stem Bolts. Think she is lonely.. Oh and Seeds..when Ready...Please Chirakis: And Commanders, do not divulge anything that we have discussed here. Chirakis: :::slight smile without answering:: Jylliene: We won't. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Shall we not mention to her of this 'offer'? just present it as some kind of 'call to college' thing? Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the lift access tube and props it open and enters , sealing it shut :: + Coleridge + Robinson to Coleridge. Chirakis: And let us hope that she would prefer to stay here with her friends. mimipavilion: ::has been staring at the scans for so long her brain is spinning:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks at Plant as she awaits a response, she has never seen anything like it....that would be expected...but...feint energy levels...is something completely different :: Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Coleridge here. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, this sure redirected my day. Thank you Captain. Chirakis: Any other questions? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes head :: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Commander, I ran into a Pakled who gave me a plant to eat....and I have it in my hand right here.....it is emitting a very small energy reading. Was not science looking for these things? Chirakis: :::nods, stands, and leads them to the door::: Jylliene: No, thank you. Jylliene: ::follows:: Chirakis: Remember, I am always available. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + The Pakled claims he is growing them....along with eating them. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds Jy's hand as they walk out :: Sounds like her being in trouble would have been easier. Scott Coleridge: ::sits up straight:: +Sierra+ Yes, I recall science mentioning something about a strange plant. Security is on the alert for them too. Chirakis: ::slight grin as she escorts them out::: It often is. Jylliene: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + I take it I should drop this Specimen off to the science lab sir? Also I can lead security to the Pakled who....claimed he is growing it. Scott Coleridge: Pakled> Ohhhh, now I feel bad. ::turning paler than usual:: Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Agreed. Let's get ahead of this before we have a serious problem on our hands. Nijil tr'Korjata: So much to consider. She's so young... Jylliene: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> You Eat too much...need Peter Pakled's remedy...Water. Lots of Water. Sierra Robinson: :: exits her hiding spot and approaches a security crewman :: Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Sierra Robinson: :: notes her plant is ..not in good shape...next stop....Science Bay :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes and embraces Jylliene :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: Very interesting... almost too interesting regarding Pakleds and Plants. Chirakis: TBS is zero again. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Stop bringing cool plants back with you from shore leave. Chirakis: :::puts that on the wall::: Chirakis: Any questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 July 2020 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 TBS is zero - 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. The Pakleds continue to move from one place to another, taking notes, and entering areas they should not. Security has tightened access to several areas that the Pakleds were wandering into, especially Subspace Communications and Sensor Monitoring and Analysis. They might be being used as patsies by other species. Upon examining a very strange plant brought aboard by a trader, Lt Dran watches the plant absorb certain acids and rearrange its atomic structure, wondering how it generates energy, what it does with the resulting energy, and if it is biological cold fusion. It is now in a containment field. Security is on the commerce deck looking for more plants. Not only is Commander Korjata still dealing with his Yith consciousness, but he and Lt Commander Kital might be facing a decision regarding Annisha and Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout is entering the nebula to search for them.
  5. Between a Rock and a Hard Place Chirakis Kirel Arms crossed, Chirakis Kirel, Commanding officer of Sky Harbor Aegis, stared vacantly into space, past the station, past the starships that entered and exited the corridors in the distance, past the asteroids where Nero’s crew worked diligently drilling for metals and harvesting carbonite, past the shipyard, and on into the blackness of space with only one thing on her mind. For anyone else, it was a simple question. For Kirel and the parents of Annisha, it could be devastating. Did Admiral Hatchkock actually want a 12-year-old child to apply for entry to Starfleet Academy, or was he interested in her presence for another reason? A deep inhale ended in a sigh as the captain dropped her arms and pressed her hands against the sill, then pushed off, swiveled her chair and relaxed into it. Perhaps she was going overboard in her thoughts. At least she hoped so. Dr Pavilion considered Annisha a gifted child, one who could easily be considered a candidate for Starfleet Academy. She also mentioned that Annisha might have a rough time with those around her because of her age, which was understandable. However, there was something deeper that needed to be considered, something that the captain could not divulge. As far as Annisha knew, her biological parents died trying to rescue friends and families during the devastation of ch’Rihan, also known as The Great Fire. However, Annisha's biological parents did not die. They are alive and well. Was Admiral Hatchkock aware? If so, how did he find out and what was his plan? After the devastation of ch’Rihan, thousands of Romulans came to Aegis for shelter. Most were families who had barely survived, but many were orphans who had lost contact with their families and would never see them again. Brothers, sisters, fathers, and bondmates served in the Romulan Imperial Fleet, the Galae s'Shiar Rihan, and gave their lives that others might live. One of those orphans was Annisha t’Aldani. The captain first spotted the child on Deck 92 where transient/transitional quarters were provided for the prospective adoptive families, as well as quarters for the orphaned children. While the others played games, this child was intensely focused on a puzzle. In fact, she was so focused, she didn’t seem to notice Kirel when she sat down next to her. “Interesting puzzle you have there,” noted Kirel, waving off a teacher. “Um… yeah.” The child’s head tilted back and forth, then almost upside down. “How long have you been working on the puzzle?” Kirel continued, crossing her legs to sit next to her. She picked up a few pieces to set them in, then shook her head and put them back. “A while,” she replied, blowing out a breath. “But there’s something wrong with the pieces. I think someone put them in the wrong box, or maybe threw them away.” She shrugged, disassembled the puzzle and began again. Kirel nodded and continued to watch her patch the pieces in another direction. By then, several other children had formed a circle to watch, point at Kirel and whisper while the young girl continued to work. Kirel looked up at the others. “I’m sure you have other things to do,” she said firmly, scattering the children to the other end of the playground. A hefty sigh returned Kirel’s focus to the puzzle and an exasperated child, kneeling back on her heels and tilting her head to face Kirel. “All the pieces aren’t there, so I can’t work the puzzle, Captain.” “Ah. So you know who I am.” Her face scrunched up. “Well, it’s pretty obvious. I mean, you have the pins, and a few other things I’ve never seen before. But you’re definitely a captain. Um… maybe Captain Chirakis? At least that’s what the other kids were whispering.” She stifled a grin. “Correct. And you are…?” “Annisha. I’m…. Annisha t’Aldani. My mom and dad, they’re….” “Nice to meet you, Annisha,” Kirel purposely interrupted. Why don’t you try working on this puzzle?” she suggested, quickly changing the subject. “ You won’t lose any pieces of this one.” Pulling out her slate, Kirel tapped on a few things, then passed the slate and a stylus to Annisha. “See what you can do with it.” Annisha studied the tablet a moment, then brightened up. “Double-dare you?” “Double dare.” From then on, it was obvious that the 9-year-old orphaned Romulan had a facility for swift computation of statistics, compiling complex bits of data for evaluation and making accurate conclusions even more quickly than some of the seasoned operatives with whom Kirel worked. Annisha continued to assemble the bits of Aegis available to her on the tablet. It did not take long for Annisha to solve the problem. As Kirel watched and listened, she knew Annisha definitely had an advanced education. Moreover, she had been encouraged to explore. She had definitely come from an Aristocratic or high-ranking diplomatic family. Only they would have regularly used the vocabulary and high Rihan dialect Kirel had been speaking as Annisha worked the stylus. Only they would have encouraged her in this type of education. If not, the child was either precocious or truly brilliant. Believing that her biological parents had perished in the Great Fire, Annisha remained on Aegis and was eventually adopted by Nijil tr’Korjata and Jylliene Kital. However, her mother, Riov (Captain) Ja’lan t’Aldani, and her father, EnRiov (Admiral) Keshir tr’Aldani, were alive and well. Two of the most powerful and forthright agents of the Tal Shiar were hidden in the bowels of Rendezvous October, used by operatives from the Allied Powers, chief among them being Starfleet Intelligence and the Tal Shiar. After a few long moments of thought, Kirel called Commander Korjata and Lt Commander Kital to her office. They had much to discuss.
  6. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/17/20 = /\ = = /\ = 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 = /\ = The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Pakleds continue to check out the station. Security is watching. The plant in science might be very dangerous. A Starfleet Runabout is searching for three starships in Nebula 231 Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::on the CnC still:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, taking over Ops::: Sierra Robinson: :: in Engineering monitoring Power Flow Levels :: Dacia Sandero: :: manning the fort in the sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::in class with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: :::next to Mimi::: (w) Doctor... I have concerns regarding Commander Korjata. Scott Coleridge: +Engineering+ Coleridge to engineering. mimipavilion: ::nods::(w) shall we talk privately Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Engineering. Ltjg Robinson here.. Fletcher Jackson: :::tossing Pakled requisitions in the pile::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: puts out unusual flower arrangements in front of the Pakled Pop Up Store :: Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: Privately is best. ::heads to her office::: Scott Coleridge: ::smirks at the "Ltjg" part, happy Robinson is proud of her new rank:: +Robinson+ Lieutenant, I'm concerned about the power usage on the commerce level. mimipavilion: ::follows the captain to her office:: Fletcher Jackson: :::glance toward the captain's office, then back to work::: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Power Consumption grid display and focuses in on the Commerce Level :: Chirakis: :::the door closes and she offers Mimi a chair, her expression in deep thought::: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Yes, Commander. There is an increase in Power Consumption in scattered areas of the Commerce Level. I see it here as well. I do not see anything dangerous at the moment. However I should pass on that during the Night Shift a Pakled Merchant put in a request for a high power usage port....something we would use for our computers....but no real reason for a Pakled to have it... The duty engineer denied the Pakleds request. Sierra Robinson: :: zooms in and begins to focus on the Pop Up Store she shopped at earlier, and then to other booths including one across the corridor from it..:: Chirakis: :::takes a while to think, then says::: Doctor, how would you rank Annisha if you were testing her for character, expertise, intelligence, and otherwise? mimipavilion: ::thinks for a moment:: I would say above average... along the lines of gifted. Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Ops ran a scan earlier that turned up some concerning results. I've reviewed it and I'm worried the Pakleds have tampered with the monitoring systems, so they're using even more power than we think they are. Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ I want an engineering detail to inspect the power relay at that shop from top to bottom. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + I am on it sir. Robinson out. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working slowly early in his day. :: Scott Coleridge: ::alerts security to have a subtle detail nearby on the commerce level to assist the engineering team should they meet resistance:: Annisha: :: With her friends... or were they plotting against her? "" Sierra Robinson: Commander Korjata..good morning. Commander Coleridge has requested a visual inspection of Commerce Level Power Monitoring equipment. He suspects the Pakleds have tampered with it Alexis McFarland: ::writing down some notes on her PADD:: Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: If she were to go above her caliber in the school we have here, would you consider her a candidate for Starfleet Academy? Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to equipment locker and retrieves an engineering tricorder :: mimipavilion: Yes I would say so. Annisha: What au writing there Alexis? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Robinson :: What are they doing now? Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Nijil :: Do you want me to handle it sir? Chirakis: And if she were to enter the academy, how do you suppose she would fit in? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? ::shows Annisha:: Some notes from our history lesson on Klingon civilization. Nijil tr'Korjata: Shall we both go down meli. :: gasps and holds his mouth :: mimipavilion: You mean department wise? Sierra Robinson: Commander Coleridge has reason to believe the Pakleds have tampered with our power consumption monitoring equipment... Uh Sir?? You Okay? Chirakis: Not necessarily. Sierra Robinson: :: looks concerned :: Annisha: Oh... thought it was how to... bah, nevermind Alexis McFarland: Okay ::smiles:: Annisha: I have an idea for a project... Chirakis: She is a child. Most academy entrees are several years older. How would that affect her? Alexis McFarland: Oh? ::Looks over at Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I just called you honey, in Yithian... sorry. mimipavilion: She might have a rough time with those around her, probably more so from the instructors. Sierra Robinson: :: blushes :: I see.... Sierra Robinson: :: grabs an equipment case :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over reports of the Pakleds :: Chirakis: Even if they knew that she was much younger than the others? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gestures to walk to the commerce level :: mimipavilion: Maybe Nijil tr'Korjata: As I got more familiar with Muuhi my disposition changed and the way I interacted changed too. Sierra Robinson: :: follows with equipment into lift :: Okay which word..was honey in Yith? Annisha: Smells of the Species... and how to use it to your advantage. Chirakis: :::deep into thought, then she nods::: Thank you, Doctor. :::stands::: Nijil tr'Korjata: "Meli" mimipavilion: ::stands and nods and goes back on the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You learn the bad and the good words early on. :: checks his scanner :: Sierra Robinson: Oh :: taps lift control :: Well in Sierran the word for Honey is ....well....Honey.... Fletcher Jackson: Pakleds> :::slobbering all over the table at Drankum's::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. What would a Betazoid smell like? I smell like green apples, but that's cuz of my shampoo. Fletcher Jackson: Pakled leader> This is good. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over images of the new Pakleds. Distinguishing them from one another was a challenge :: Chirakis: ::slow exit from her office:::: Annisha: Like a human, from what I can tell. Sierra Robinson: ::: exits lift and looks around the Commerce Deck deploying her Tricorder :: Alexis McFarland: Well, there's worse smells. Annisha: Perhaps I could have my father, or whatever he is now, help me construct a molecular scanner. Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Nijil tr'Korjata: You do remind me of someone I met. Alexis McFarland: I'd like to help too, if I can Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Commander we have arrived on the Commerce Deck.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks forlorn :: Guess they are all dead now. I guess to them I have yet to be born. Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me find a power tap to get an initial reading. Sierra Robinson: Oh.... Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Thank you, keep me apprised. Sierra Robinson: :: Notes an abundance of Pakled Merchants....and wonders...did a Pakled liner arrive or something ? :: Annisha: If a tiny Betazoid brain could be put on top, though scanning for the energy you use to read minds is worth study. Alexis McFarland: Can I keep my brain in my head? I kinda need it. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to a utility service node and accesses it for the Chief :: Here you go sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading the power of the entire level, a map appears on his Padd Pro :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm, seems someone is moving power around to avoid detection. Chirakis: :::wanders around CnC, deep in thought::: Scott Coleridge: ::receiving a report from some undercover security agents:: Hmm Chirakis: ::slow turn in Scott's direction, curious::: Annisha: We could lay au flat on a cart, and you go 'beep beep' each time au read something. :: laughs :: Sierra Robinson: Wow...I wonder if the Pop Up Store owner did it... He seemed nice when I shopped there the other day... Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Works for me. Annisha: It's the Pakleds that made me think of this au know. Sierra Robinson: :: keeps an eye out as the Chief looks at the monitor :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Pakleds again. Nijil tr'Korjata: Too bad I can't tag this like a communication. Sierra Robinson: Shall I relay this to Commander Coleridge sir? Chirakis: :::steps over::: And why am I not surprised? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head at the mention of Pakleds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ioe.. err, I mean yes. Sierra Robinson: Porto Pakled> :: sells candy nearby :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: One thing that bothered him after his return to his own body is the new accent he acquired. He wondered if it was permanent :: Annisha: They have.... smell about them. So do Klingons. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I have engineering investigating power usage anomalies. Meanwhile, security sent me this. ::gestures to the report on his screen:: At best we're dealing with some kind of smuggling operation. At worst... well, the Pakleds have been used as patsies before by other species. Chirakis: :::looking at the screen:: Indeed. How many do we have so far? Nijil tr'Korjata: O a latou mea o lo’o fai? :: he said aloud :: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, they do, don't they? ::wrinkles her nose:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Commander...the Chief has discovered manipulation of our Power Data Consumption Monitoring Equipment... Sierra Robinson: :: confused :: Need to work on that translation equipment. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: At least 12 Pakleds have arrived in the past few days. Nijil tr'Korjata: I recommend not replacing the monitoring devices. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: waters his flowers on display :: Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Understood. Do not interfere or alert the Pakleds that you've discovered the tampering. Chirakis: Have we determined what they are after? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I think it serves our investigation better if we don't crack down on them just yet. Alexis McFarland: I wonder why so many have arrived recently? Annisha: Convention? Fletcher Jackson: Lt Norg> leaves Drankum's and another officer takes his place at a table far, far away::: Alexis McFarland: Pakled convention? Sierra Robinson: Oh sir...I messed up...I should be letting you talk to Commander Coleridge....Fuzz buckets. mimipavilion: ::moves over to Scott to listen on the Pakled discussion:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oe suamalie, ae e lelei. Sierra Robinson: :: palm on forehead briefly then turns her gaze to the Pakled watering the flowers across the corridor :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Could hear it in his head :: It's fine. Scott Coleridge: The new shop on the commerce level is dealing with bagatelles. Some Pakleds appear to be... drinking. Two days ago I had security tighten access to several areas that the Pakleds were wandering into, claiming they were "appraising" the department's equipment. Nijil tr'Korjata: My language... I've not forgotten Rihan, but.. Scott Coleridge: Either they think they can pull off some kind of heist, or else they are being used as a diversion by someone else. Sierra Robinson: So we leave things as is not to alert the Pakleds? But is that not a risk to our equipment? Chirakis: Or they are Pakleds looking for a place to live? But that makes little sense. Nijil tr'Korjata: The devices are already compromised. We can use other techniques to get the same results. Scott Coleridge: One of the reports did mention that actually... ::pages back to Hebert's report:: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the Chief's work :: Nijil tr'Korjata: For example I can place an isotope in the plasma on this deck to trace where it really goes. Sierra Robinson: That is a neat idea…Detective Korjata.. Nijil tr'Korjata: I could do it to you. :: smiles :: Muuhi did it to me so she could keep tabs on Prani's body...me. Fletcher Jackson: Pakleds> :::push off from the table, wipe their hands and faces with the tablecloth, push the chairs away almost overturning the table, and they leave, very happy::: Sierra Robinson: Trace me? Well aside from Engineering, Anotnio's Pizza and my quarters...not much of a life to monitor at the moment. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sets up the vid links to trace these new visitors :: Fletcher Jackson: Pakled> ::HUGE BURPS:::: Sierra Robinson: :: scans immediate area with her tricorder :: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's really a medical thing. Chirakis: Are they all over the station, or only in certain areas? :::checks the screen::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Dr. Mimi+ After my shift I need to visit sickbay. I seem to be talking in Yithian more than I wish to. mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Ok I will visit with you then. Annisha: Maybe the Pakleds are slowly meeting.. I mean they do everything slowly Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Only certain areas so far. Scott Coleridge: More concentrated now that security has pushed them out of the more secure areas. Alexis McFarland: The meeting will be very slow too. Alexis McFarland: Then they'll be slow to leave... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Dr. Mimi+ Faafetai fomai. mimipavilion: ::hearing the last comm from Nijil:: +Nijil+ Excuse me. Annisha: :: in a deep voice :: I like things, things that make me leave. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Dr. Mimi+ Oh..oh. That was thank you doctor...doctor. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to the Chief and smiles briefly understanding this language issue will take time to correct :: mimipavilion: +Nijil+ How about reporting to medical now so we can assess the Yith situation. Alexis McFarland: I am smart. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. Just collect some data for a bit. :: Goes off :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Minutes seem like seconds and he arrives at sickbay :: mimipavilion: ::leaves CnC and orders the tl to medical:: mimipavilion: ::arrives not to long behind Nijil:: Sierra Robinson: Take Care sir.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? :: looks around :: I left Robinson to collect more data so I could be here. Sierra Robinson: :: walks around Commerce Deck collecting readings....:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: jumps :: Ah! Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll just sit on a bed. mimipavilion: Good. Let's get you checked out and see why you keep talking like a Yith. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Chirakis: Commander, put the area of their probing on the main screen. mimipavilion: ::starts scanning Nijil's brain:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O a’u o Yith. Scott Coleridge: ::does this:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe I got so used to being one I became one. Muuhi wondered that herself. mimipavilion: Uh? Nijil tr'Korjata: I said I am Yith. Well, not really. Chirakis: :::arms cross::: Hm.... most of them are living quarters. However, decks 1 through 8 are.... delicate areas to say the least. mimipavilion: Probably so. Especially the whole time differential issue that happened. Sierra Robinson: :: wanders over to the Pakled Pop Up Store and just casually passes it by...noting the owner...Peter is discussing things with a very...rotund Pakled :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I guess language is pretty central to a lot of things and it integrates at many levels. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: The commerce deck is another.... and the bays. Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Chirakis: I believe that we have more than a small matter in our hands. Nijil tr'Korjata: The time difference was surprisingly minimal. I think worrying about home, a home that was not to happen for 1,400 years was on my mind. Scott Coleridge: I agree. But how do we get to the bottom of it without alerting the Pakleds, or whoever is behind them? Annisha: Now talking about smells. Miana. :: smirks :: Alexis McFarland: Miana smells nice mimipavilion: And if memory serves you said that the Yith homeworld was about 2400 lightyears from ch'Rihan. Annisha: She uses a lot of shampoos and oils., Chirakis: ::turns to face Scott::: Allow security to completely take over. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the unusual flowers...:: Flytraps? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. Guess wormholes don't care about distance. Chirakis: Block all areas from the Pakleds. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: I wonder if they can be made between galaxies. mimipavilion: Probably Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the same day in the afternoon. Let's say 2pm Chirakis: Anything for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Beware Pakleds bearing merch. Chirakis: Of course... Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 July 2020 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 TBS is zero - 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Pakleds continue to move from one place to another, taking notes, frowning and jabbering occasionally. Lt Hebert has information that he will pass to Commander Coleridge. Upon examining a very strange plant brought aboard by a trader, Lt Dran watches the plant absorb certain acids and rearrange its atomic structure, wondering how it generates energy, what it does with the resulting energy, and if it is biological cold fusion. It is now in a containment field. Security is on the commerce deck looking for more plants. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout is entering the nebula to search for them. Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith.
  8. We Are Smart Exhausted from an over-extended watch, Coates grabbed a chair in Drankum’s and plopped into it, wondering if he had the stamina to stay awake and maybe… just maybe he would eat. He ordered his usual breakfast, ran his hands through his hair, then crossed his arms to rest his forehead on the table, desperately hoping he wouldn’t fall asleep. A screeching chair next to him jerked the lieutenant fully awake. “Hey, man,” said the voice. “It’s way past your watch. You look horrible!” “Thanks Ab,” he slurred, blinking to keep his eyes open. “Next time you draw the short straw.” “So I heard,” he replied, leaning back as the barkeep eased Coates’s order onto the table before taking Ab’s and leaving. “Those Packs seem to work best at night, I guess so they think they can’t be seen. It’s easier to put towels over their heads, but I don’t think they know about that.” “Yeah,” Coates whispered into a sigh. “Pakleds. Why does it have to be Pakleds?” Lt Hebert—aka Bert—nodded and joined him in the sigh as he leaned forward to whisper, “And guess who’s coming in.” “Aw gees…. I guess they never get tired.” One of several undercover security officers, Coates had geared up in worn-out bluejeans and a white jersey with Parrises Squares Andor Champions embroidered on the front. Bert looked like he was ready for the gym. They and the rest of Security had been watching the Pakleds poke around every possible nook and cranny of the station. Well, not exactly every area, but those areas that they could squeeze themselves into. They were sneaky. They were chunky. They were ignorant, and boy were they smelly. They were difficult to ignore, especially when they entered Drankum’s and squeezed their way toward a table. “Hey, man,” Bert continued, waving the barkeep over. “Take it to your quarters. Stace and Norg’ll be here soon. We got this.” Coats was gone in a heartbeat. Bert watched him leave and turned back to see the Pakleds settling into the next table and staring at him. Finally, one gave a proud grin. “We are smart!” Putting aside his breakfast, Bert leaned back, knowing exactly where this was going. “Good to hear. I’ve never seen you on station. I’m Bert. Who are you?” “Gredned. I am smart.” “Well, hello Gredned. Are you here for a visit?” “We look for things.” “Well, There are a lot of things on the commerce deck.” He pointed in that direction. “You should take a look at what they have.” “We look for things,” he grinned again, turning to nod with the others. “We are smart.” “Um… you said that. What kind of things?” “Things we need.” “Ohhh kay. What kind of things do you need?” he asked as Stace and Norg crept in and relaxed at the table. Grebned stared at Stace, then Norg. “Hey,” said Bert, snapping a finger to catch Grebned’s attention. “What kind of things do you need?” “Things to live with.” “Things to live with because….” “Things to live with. Places to live. We need places to live,” he continued, dumbfounded. “So... why did you come here to find a place to live?” “We are smart.” “You’ve found a place to live here?” “We are smart. We will live here.” A quick glance at Stace and Norg, and Bret continued with a slight smile. “You are smart. Can you tell me exactly where you will live?” “We are smart. We will live here.” They agreed wholeheartedly. “This is a big place. Where... is here? Can you show me?” “We are smart. This is Kirlemod. He will show. He is smart. I am smart. We are smart.” Kirlemod eagerly bulldozed through a satchel, pulled out PADDs, tablets, and folders, then handed one to Bert. “We are smart.”
  9. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/10/20 = /\ = = /\ = 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 = /\ = The time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Science is examining a very strange plant brought aboard by a trader. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing in Nebula 231. A Starfleet Runabout is entering the nebula to search for them. Pakleds are still taking inventory of the station. Security is watching. Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith. Otherwise, situation normal. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Dacia Sandero: ::working in the sickbay:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the science lab:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::brushing her hair in her bathroom:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::applying difference acids to the plant:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, coordinating with security on this Pakled presence:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over something:: Chirakis: ::in her office, mulling over the nebula situation::: Sierra Robinson: :: reading the night shift's briefing file :: Fletcher Jackson: :::aux OPS, working on other stuff:: Jylliene: ::compiling requests and such that the Pakleds have made that have come through Ops, just to keep a general handle on what they're up to. Or to try to, anyhow:: Tarisa: ::Enters the lab, heading over to Dran and the plant.:: Any success? Fletcher Jackson: :::glance at Jylliene, thinking "please don't hand it to me, please not me, not me::: Jylliene: ::getting that "don't call on me" vibe from Fletcher:: Fletcher Jackson: ::hates being low man on the totem pole::: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think I've found something of interest. It absorbs certain acids. Sierra Robinson: Peter> :: waving his sign in front of the Pakled Pop Up Store advertising "Pristine Pakled Products" :: Chirakis: ::swivels her office chair to talk to Admiral Solokov::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Which is quite interesting and somewhat terrifying. Tarisa: It absorbs them? ::Worried look.:: It is practically invincible, and it eats acid? Tae'Lynn Dran: I honestly do not know at this point. Scott Coleridge: ::wanders over to Jylliene:: Are we still receiving an abnormal volume of requests from Pakleds? Chirakis: ::listens to Solokov, receives his latest information, and the admiral blanks the screen::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::adjusts a scanner:: Having tried several compounds I am now going to see if we can catch the absorption on sensors. Dacia Sandero: ::checking up on the patients in the sickbay::: Alexis McFarland: ::once she's ready, she heads to the kitchen to eat some breakfast Mr. Moht made:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes getting ready for school, then heads out into the hall to wait for Alexis.:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the main 3D holographic display of Aegis to get additional updates on station performance :: Chirakis: ::pages through the notifications, puts them aside, then exits her office:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::siphons out a small amount of acid from the beaker places a drop on the plant:: Alexis McFarland: ::checks the door cam:: Might as well come in Miana. I'm still having my breakfast. ::Mr. Moht opens the door and gestures for Miana to come in:: Tarisa: ::Watches for a hopeful result.:: Jylliene: They've tapered off. A little. For them. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Makes his way to engineering :: Jylliene: Still unusually high compared to any other single group. Dacia Sandero: ::prescribes a hypo to a lieutenant in science:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::places another drop::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles as she skips into the quarters.:: Hiya! Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glancing at the results:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: Scott Coleridge: Good. I think they're slowing down thanks to the heightened security presence. Scott Coleridge: I'm starting to get a picture in my head of what's going on but I'm... missing something. Alexis McFarland: Hi! Morning Miana ::hugs:: Did you have your breakfast too? ::eating some bacon and eggs:: Scott Coleridge: It's like they think they can buy portions of the station? But that doesn't make sense, not even a Pakled is that... dim. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::and another drop:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: It was different than what I was used to, but it was good. Sierra Robinson: :: PADD in hand jotting down notes while looking at the display :: Dacia Sandero: Ok. ::glad it's relatively quiet again, works on some of her other stuff she had on the back-burner:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think we have something useful. Far from an answer but something to build on. Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson? :: he asks to the rabble of engineering tinkering about the deck :: Chirakis: ::notes Scott talking to Jyl, but does not intervene::: Chirakis: ::she's had her fill of Pakleds:::: Sierra Robinson: Good Morning Sir, Have a good night's sleep? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::running the results through the analyzer.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I dreamed... a lot. Jylliene: Annisha brought home something from one of their shops. They're apparently doing a good trade in trinkets. Sierra Robinson: Peter > :: begins discussing things with a group of Pakleds in front of the Pakled Pop Up Store :: Chirakis: :::passing by Cayne, she asks for a SITREP::: Alexis McFarland: That's nice. Mr. Moht sometimes makes me different stuff too, but it's always good. ::finishes her breakfast. Mr. Moht comes and takes away her dishes:: Tarisa: ::Curious.:: Oh? Scott Coleridge: They can keep trading trinkets as much as they like. I just don't like them disrupting our departments. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blank stare at the monitor:: Annisha: Situation outside the station is very calm... which I don't like. Tae'Lynn Dran: That can't be right. Chirakis: ::and as he works, she stares at the main tactical screen above::: Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: Hopefully no nightmares. :: approaches NIjil with the overnight shift report PADD :: Here you go sir. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: We had Earth food. From a place called Kor...Korea, I think? It was seaweed soup, rice, and grilled ribs. It was weird cause there was nothing sweet. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, sounds nice! I should try that one day! Tae'Lynn Dran: I thought we were picking up cells of the plant interacting with the acid. The computer says the acid simply became part of the plant. Tarisa: Miana> Oh! There was something really spicy too...Kim...um...I can not remember. But it was spicy! Tae'Lynn Dran: Let me try another scan setting. Tarisa: :;Glances between Dran and the plant.:: What is not right? Tae'Lynn Dran: :::adjusts the scanner and adds another drop of acid:: Alexis McFarland: Ah.. kimchi. I heard of that, always wanted to try it. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watching the readings:: Jylliene: Hm. Chirakis: :::still staring at the overhead tactical screen, she asks again:::: Commander Cayne, report. Alexis McFarland: We should look for a Korean restaurant one day, I think I remember seeing a few in the food court. Jylliene: ::enters a few commands in her console, asking for a general energy scan of the area of the commerce deck the Pakleds' booth(s) is/are:: Sierra Robinson: The main thing was a few maintenance issues on the Commerce Level with the new vendors. I guess they requested more ODN ports and additional EPS grid interfaces. Tae'Lynn Dran: Computer ::nervous giggle::: erect a level 1 containment field around the scanning dais. Fletcher Jackson: ::assisting Jyl with the requisitions so she can work on her Pakled problem::: Scott Coleridge: I have security chasing them away from most of the non-commerce levels. Sierra Robinson: Peter> :: bows to his fellow Pakleds and reaches for a PADD-like device and taps away :: Jylliene: I'm probably just a bit paranoid... Jylliene: ::waiting for the computer's results:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Excited:: Yes! That sounds fun! Tae'Lynn Dran: I hope I am misreading this. It's saying the plant isn't absorbing the acid but rearranging it's atomic structure. Tarisa: ::Frowns.:: I do not like the sound of that. Jylliene: ((That's when you hand the plant a lab coat and goggles and bring it on staff)) Alexis McFarland: Mmm. It will. ::smiles:: Let's go find Annisha. Almost time to head to class. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the main Stations EPS grid display to perform a diagnostic. :: mimipavilion: ::puts down the final PADD and blinks:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, a typical house plant is not capable of atomic fission. Jylliene: ::repeats the scan, increasing the sensitivity:: mimipavilion: ::leaves her office to find Dacia:: Chirakis: :::after receiving Cayne's information, she moves on to check a few other things::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Please review these readings in case I've simply lost all sense of reality. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods as she goes with Alexis.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter> :: notes a Pakled hurriedly approach him with starts discussing something with him in an animated Pakled fashion :: Tarisa: ::Looking carefully over the readings. Her frown says it all.:: Dacia Sandero: ::reading up on some medical reports as she sips a cup of tea in her office:: mimipavilion: ::finds Dacia:: Hey I'm going to the CnC for a while. Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the lift with Miana:: Dacia Sandero: Oh, okay. Fletcher Jackson: ::really getting the hang of things:: Jylliene: ::sighs:: mimipavilion: ::leaves via tl ordering it to the CnC:: Tarisa: You are not wrong... Chirakis: :::stops and does a gentle turn toward Jylliene::: mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC a short time later:: Sierra Robinson: :: The diagnostic complete she is satisfied with systems all in the green , her attention turns to the ODN diagnostic :: Tae'Lynn Dran: That just can't be. How does it generate the energy? What does it do with the resulting energy? Biological cold fusion? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::more nervous giggle:: Jylliene: Okay, switch tactic.. Jylliene: ::has the computer repeat the scan, but this time on their quarters, knowing Annisha brought home at least one thing from that booth:: Tarisa: I do not have an answer to that. I am almost afraid to find an answer at this point. Sierra Robinson: Peter> :: consoles his fellow Pakled and hands him a trinket with a smile, the other Pakled apparently feeling better departs the store front :: mimipavilion: ::steps out of the way to observe:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels out of it. Why can't he snap back to work? Was his time there too long? :: Chirakis: ::Leaning against the window sill of the commerce deck checking her security team as they watch the Pakleds::: Sierra Robinson: Sir? Tarisa: Miana> :;Arrives at Annisha's home with Alexis. Rings the chime.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Sierra Robinson: Sorry you looked lost in thought... my bad. Jylliene: (mumbled) PleasetellmeI'mjustparanoid, pleasetellmeI'mjustparanoid, pleasetellmeI'mjustparanoid Sierra Robinson: Peter> :: turns his sign over, which reveals another ....sign...saying "Peter Pakled's Pop Up Store now OPEN " Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blink:: Computer, bring atmospheric pressure inside the containment field to 0 and set gravity to 0. Jylliene: ::watching the console readouts, repeats the scan:: Fletcher Jackson: ::sitting next to Jyl, he glances over:: Problem, ma'am? Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I something the matter? Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't want to give it any more fuel, just in case it has a critical mass. mimipavilion: ::looks at Jylliene:: Alexis McFarland: Jolan good morning. Jylliene: Just doing some energy scans. Bad feeling. Hoping it's nothing. Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::deep breath before going back to work::: Tarisa: Miana> Hmm... ::Rings again.:: Annisha! Nijil tr'Korjata: What? Yes. I am. :: shakes his head :: E pei o le miti lea Sierra Robinson: Oooh..what does that mean in Yith? Tae'Lynn Dran: I am going to proceed with a simple optical investigation. Wonder if we have a microscope in storage. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, it's like this is the dream. Tarisa: You could replicate one if there is not one available. Chirakis: :::turns to see Dr Pavilion and nods::: mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: uses both hands at the console :: Tae'Lynn Dran: If I have to. Replicators are such a waste of energy though. Sierra Robinson: It's okay sir. I don't mind. I think it is important to document all your experiences with the Yith, we may not have the opportunity of meeting them again. Annisha: :: opens :: Yeah? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Hugs:: Alexis McFarland: Hey Annisha. ::hugs her as well:: Chirakis: ::contemplating the three ships stuck in the nebula, she steps next to Mimi::: mimipavilion: Hello Captain Chirakis: Hello, Doctor. A word about nebulae. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking through the lab catalogs:: Chirakis: What damage can a nebula do to an ordinary starship? Chirakis: That is... the outskirts of a nebula, not very powerful. Annisha: Oh... the hugger, or is that Alexis? Sierra Robinson: Pakled Child> :: walks up to Peter and hands him a drink which makes Peter smile in return, giving the child a wave...and a Story PADD...the child scampers off to another Pakled nearby :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I should have figured when it absorbed that radiation burst in the other experiment that we'd never get a sensor reading on it. It just slurps up the scanning field. Alexis McFarland: Both? Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins as her poofy tail swishes.:: Time for school. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh they will be back. Alexis McFarland: But only for another week or two. Tae'Lynn Dran: Ah, here we go. Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have made that possible. mimipavilion: Depends on the nebulae, but it could be radiation, a storm, etc. Tarisa: I see. So essentially any form of energy used on it. Tae'Lynn Dran: Storage room 2, cabinet A, third shelf. Sierra Robinson: I wonder when? Another reason why I think...in my delusional LtJg state of mind ...if an effort is made to learn all we can from your experience, we can make them feel more welcome when they do. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. I may even shield it from all visible light when not examining it. Chirakis: Um...:::nods::: And a science ship would not necessarily be damaged by it, correct? That is, if the ship was along the outskirts of the nebula? Nijil tr'Korjata: It's not something I have said to anyone, but I figure you are a neutral party. Jylliene: ((we can get some balloons and some Welcome! banners too)) Scott Coleridge: ::having heard nothing more alarming from Jylliene, he returns to his station to look at some updates:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: A reasonable precaution. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have an interesting 'when' Tae'Lynn Dran: We should probably give security a warning to be on the lookout for any more of these that make it to the commerce levels. Have to catch them of visual inspections, sensors will never catch one. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working on crew concerns, something he did not enjoy :: Sierra Robinson: Prani did not strike me as the conquering type sir. :: returns her gaze to the ODN diagnostic screen :: And having those beverages in the replicators would be another welcoming touch. Sort of like greeting someone with a good cup of coffee! Jylliene: Commander? Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: yes? Tarisa: ::Nods. She grabs a PADD and begins to write up a warning for Security to keep an eye out. Includes what specs we can provide. Then sends the report.:: Done. Alexis McFarland: ::in class by now, writing down some notes:: Annisha: :: to her friends :: Where we wreaking today? Jylliene: I'm getting some energy readings from the Pakled's booth. Alexis McFarland: Wherever you want to. Tarisa: Miana> I heard a rumor the Pakleds are taking over the station. Jylliene: I can send the results over to your console, so you can take a peek from an engineering perspective. Alexis McFarland: I saw a lot of them milling around the food court Tarisa: Miana> Maybe there is a mystery happening. Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani was well-liked from my experiences on their world. I was not here though. I could not speak the language well at first. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Yes, please. Jylliene: ::patching them over:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think Muuhi changed me though, or my mind. She tinkers like an engineer, except it's with the mind. mimipavilion: ::Chirakis, softly:: Plans ma'am Annisha: :: Working and a bit perturbed :: Chirakis: ::blinks, turns::: Excuse me, Doctor. To what does that refer? Sierra Robinson: Well it is not like Dr. Muuhi implanted a chip in your brain..right? mimipavilion: Nothing ma'am Nijil tr'Korjata: What of these Pakled? Nijil tr'Korjata: No chip. Imagine if you could rewrite the mind's base code... Scott Coleridge: ::looks at the results:: Oh hmm um mimipavilion: I take it we have a serious Pakled problem. Chirakis: ::deep breath:: Indeed we do. Nijil tr'Korjata: O le lasi lea e tatau ona e mataala iai. Sierra Robinson: Well , one Store owner put in a request for ODN and better EPS Access. Another Booth owner requested a high capacity Power Port... Nijil tr'Korjata: High power? Sierra Robinson: Which the duty engineer said No. Sierra Robinson: Denied the request. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: TBS will be zero ( 0 ) - same time, same station. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: fine here sir Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 July 2020 16 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.168 The time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith, often shifting from Rihan to Yithrin, and explaining how he lived as a Yithrin in their era. Pakleds are still taking inventory of the station and sending requisitions to Ops, reason unknown. Security is tailing them to gather information on their logic… of which the Pakleds have very little. The Science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing after entering Nebula 231. Starfleet is receiving their garbled messages and are preparing to enter the nebula.
  11. Agincourt As soon as she came aboard USS Agincourt, Captain Marida Lopez sensed the power of its crew. But she couldn’t understand why Starfleet would name a science vessel USS Agincourt. Previous ships that bore the name were heavy battleships. Agincourt was a science vessel. It made no sense until she read its history. And now, how glad she was to know its history. They were entering what seemed to be a hefty nebula. Captain Lopez strapped herself in and snarled, “Nine hundred seventy three years ago they won... and we’re gonna win this one too. Lieutenant Conyer,” she called to the officer behind her, “get everyone strapped in. This might be a bumpy ride.” Executive Officer Commander Aero strapped in next to her, questioning quietly, “Nine hundred seventy three years ago, Captain?” “Yes, Commander,” she replied on a long exhale. “One of the most memorable battles on earth. Over a hundred years of fighting between two rulers on one planet.” The ship began to shake and roll like an ancient sailing ship in a monsoon. Having dealt with nebular situations such as this, Captain Lopez knew that to keep the ship from breaking up the best thing to do was to pour energy into the External/Inertial Dampener and hang on. “Two rulers on one planet?” “England and France,” she continued after forcing herself to relax. “Despite overwhelming odds of five to one, the English, led by King Henry V, and his exhausted, rag-tag army overwhelmed the French Army on the fields of a place called Agincourt… or Azincourt.” She shrugged. “The French underestimated the determination of the English and their skill with the longbow. Damn, I wish we had a few of those right now.” “Shoot ‘em down, Captain?” He grinned, hanging onto his chair as he studied the screen. “Something tells me that we’re going to need a little heftier equipment than that.” ‘Nah… we won’t need more equipment. We’ll need less with this baby. Hm….” Aero gave her a questioning glance as she drummed on the armchair. The ship continued to shake, then roll with the tide, reminding Marida of times when her father took her sailing. Her mind began to wander as the ship seemed to settle into a gentle roll. The nebula changed from a steamy darkness into several different colors, wispy hews that engulfed the ship, caressing them, then floating away. “Captain?” “Yes, Errol, it’s settling down. Maybe we can get out… of….” Looking up, she stopped cold, eyes wide as she stared at the screen, watching the nebular hues dance around the ship. Then…. “Mayday, mayday, may... . SS Rodma… assistance…. I say again…. USS Rod… nebu... 231… requir…. Assistance…. Mayday…. Ula….. 31, coordinat…. to follow.” “What the…?” Marida flipped off her belt and made a sharp turn toward Lt Conyer. “Locate the origin of that call, and call USS Rodman. Keep calling until we get those coordinates. Engineering,” she called into the com, “power up and coordinate with communications. Commander,” she turned to Aero. “I gotta say, this is one hell of a nebula.”
  12. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/3/20 = /\ = = /\ = 15 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.167 = /\ = The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith. Pakleds are still taking inventory of the station. Engineer Ensign Robinson has been promoted to Lieutenant jg. The Science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song are enjoying the nebular view. USS Agincourt is on the other side of the nebula, strapped in as the nebula engulfs them. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, working:: Chirakis: :::CnC, her office, door open as she pages through too much information::: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering monitoring systems :: Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks slowly into engineering :: Fletcher Jackson: ::requisitions pile up:::: Sierra Robinson: Good Morning Commander. Fletcher Jackson: :::deep sigh::: Pakleds. Why does if always have to be Pakleds...::: sends it back::: Nijil tr'Korjata: oa mai le ataeao Chirakis: ::exits her office, PADD in hand:::: Sierra Robinson: Ah ...A Yith Greeting. Nijil tr'Korjata: Was I speaking in Yith Dacia Sandero: ::reading up on some medical reports in the medical lounge:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis and Annisha in class.:: Alexis McFarland: ::feeling relaxed after that big test a few days ago, taking it easy and counting down the days until their school year ends:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC. Moves to the SCI station.:: Sierra Robinson: Yes, albeit briefly. :: smiles :: Understandable. No worries. Chirakis: ::noting that his XO must be in his office, and hoping that yesterday's dinner did not make him sick::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I cannot seem to leave that place. mimipavilion: ::typing up a requisition list:: Chirakis: ::he doesn't seem to be there either..hm::: Sierra Robinson: You were there for a temporal period of more than a year. It is just going to take some time I guess..to adjust back to ..Basic or Romulan . Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks up to the status board :: Fletcher Jackson: ::::decides to put the requisitions aside and focus on what really matters::: Sierra Robinson: Everything is in the green sir. :: offers Nijil a briefing PADD :: Nothing to report aside from routine maintenance from the night shift. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, things are coming together. I even kept Prani's schedule. Shame I did not get to meet her. Alexis McFarland: ::works on an assignment with the two of them:: Chirakis: :::puts the PADD aside and begins to pace, as normal::: Sierra Robinson: She seemed to not have the mobility issues that you have encountered since your return. Perhaps the " locomotion drivers " in the Yith Brain are more adaptable than Romulan or Human. Tarisa: Miana> ::Doing her worksheet.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::sneeze::: Fletcher Jackson: ::then a slight cough::: Chirakis: ::turns:: Ensign Jackson? Tarisa: ::Ears flick at the sound of the sneeze. She looks over.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::cough..cough::: Ma'am? Nijil tr'Korjata: She moved into my body more times than I did. I mean I was in her body, but Muuhi had me sedated. Chirakis: Do you need assistance? Fletcher Jackson: ::clearing his throat:: No, ma'am. Sorry. Something stuck in my throat. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and looks over Miana's shoulder at her worksheet:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks over and grins.:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggle:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: Fletcher Jackson: :::continues working::: Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels :: Commander are you familiar with what Holosuite programs are available in Drankum's. The Bartender tried to sell me a package deal with a discount last night...Promotion Promotional Deal. Chirakis: ::settling at her command console, she proceeds to finish a few things there rather than in the cloister called "the office":::: Fletcher Jackson: :::stifles a sneeze::: mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD down and rubs her eyes, good thing she's in her office:: Scott Coleridge: ::meeting with various department heads who have complained about Pakleds interfering with their work:: Tarisa: ::Ear twitch, looks over at OPS briefly.:: Sierra Robinson: He claimed he was offering a deal for Pakled customers. Rent one Holosuite for regular price, and get a second one for regular price! I mean the Ferengi appeared to be banking on a stereotype that Pakleds are..not intelligent. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have heard of it. What makes you ask? Chirakis: :::looks up::: Lt Graves, take Ensign Jackson's place at OPS. Mr Jackson, to the medical complex. Now. We can't afford to have viruses pass through the station. Chirakis: Graves> ::stands to move over to OPS:: Fletcher Jackson: ::sniffle:: Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: Are you looking for a specific program? Fletcher Jackson: Lt Graves> ::;takes OPS::: Sierra Robinson: I just need to find something to do on my spare time I guess aside from visually uploading specs to my Brain all weekend. Kinda would like to do something exciting...Targ Hunting..I don't know. Fletcher Jackson: ::exits CnC, entering the lift::: Medical Complex. Scott Coleridge: ::takes notes:: Mmhmm, ok. Thank you. This is pretty much what the others have told me. I'll bring this up with security, see what we can do. Clearly someone has been misleading these Pakleds. Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes some more:: Chirakis: ::Putting her work aside, she begins a slow pace around CnC to see if anyone else has a medical problem::: Sierra Robinson: I like shooting stuff though. :: smiles quickly :: Fletcher Jackson: Lt Graves> :::frowns at the pile of requisitions put aside::: Nijil tr'Korjata: There was an arena on the Yith homeworld, I could recreate it. Fletcher Jackson: :::exits the lift to enter medical..with a sneeze:::: Chirakis: ::passes by Graves::: Problem, Lieutenant? Sierra Robinson: Really? Sporting events? Chirakis: Graves> These requisitions, ma'am? Pakleds? There are at least fifteen::: mimipavilion: ::hears the lift doors open and... a loud sneeze, dreading to know who sneezed in her medical complex:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, several. We went to a few. Chirakis: ::::nods with a sigh::: Ignore them, Lieutenant. And any others that come our way. Chirakis: Graves> Yes, ma'am. Fletcher Jackson: ::::sneeze.... sniffle.... sneeze... SNEEZE:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Team or individual? Fletcher Jackson: :::slight cough::: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office door and sees Jackson having a sneeze fit and stays put:: Problems Ensign. mimipavilion: ::hears the slight cough:: Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Ye... ::sneeze:: yes ma'a :::sneeze:: Yes, ma'am. Sierra Robinson: Oh ....:: shrugs :: well I enjoyed hunting with my sister in the mountains back home...but I don't think shooting in an arena is the thing to do. Perhaps I could just read about them or see some. mimipavilion: Besides the cough and sneezing any other symptoms. Fletcher Jackson: No, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll program something from home. mimipavilion: Take a biobed Fletcher Jackson: I'm allergic to the plant that was... :::sneeeze:: planted near the ::::onto the biobed:::... near the fountain on the commerce deck. Fletcher Jackson: :::stifles the sneeze again::: mimipavilion: And what plant would that be ensign ::bringing up his file:: Sierra Robinson: Did Prani follow through with a cultural exchange database, I thought I read something about that ...somewhere. Or perhaps I was just creating a fact in my head. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I got 16 months of experience on their world, but Muuhi told me a lot. I'm sketching out what I saw and experienced. Fletcher Jackson: Not sure, ma'am. It's red... big and red... blossoms float on the water and some :::sneeeze::: ...some just puff balls into the air. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am not sure the transmission we got before you arrived told them what happened to their world though., Sierra Robinson: No. I was not brief on that Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: But.... I believe I gave Muuhi a technology they did not have before. I mean we have the wormhole generation tech, so I guess it's a trade. Chirakis: :::settles down in the command chair again::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Took over our comms, their transmissions were from the Yith, after my arrival there. Chirakis: :::reports on the missing science vessels come in::: mimipavilion: Alright. I'll send a message to the head of the arboretum staff to see what the plant is and what other new plants that were planted. ::gives him a hypo for the allergies:: For now, you're off duty for the next couple days. I'll let the Captain know. Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds the engineering status table :: Through all of it, if I had to remain there, as Prani...a woman... all of it. I think I would have been alright with it. That's a strange thing to think.. Fletcher Jackson: I don't suppose you have... uh... tissues? Nijil tr'Korjata: To me, Jylliene and Annisha were yet to be born.. for them I died a long time ago. Chirakis: ::total focus on the missing ships::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'd like to visit the star the Yith orbited... I should look it up in the database Fletcher Jackson: :::slight cough as he slips off the biobed::: mimipavilion: You can go to your quarters Ensign. Umm... I'm sure there some somewhere. ::asks a nurse to hunt down some tissues:: Sierra Robinson: :: pauses briefly with her analysis on atmospheric filtration system :: hmm. Deep stuff. If one were to think ...you were going to spend the rest of your existence in the opposite sex, I suppose one would accept a new ....existence of what they were. Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on CnC:: mimipavilion: ::goes and updates Fletcher's file, as well as messaging the head of the arboretum and Captain Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was eye-opening for sure. Although their species was a bigger change. Nijil tr'Korjata: It did not take long to. Nijil tr'Korjata: 'go native' as it were. Sierra Robinson: Uhm what is the lifespan of a Yith? :: resumes diagnostic :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani did not have family, married or such, at least not yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: Average is 175 years. Nijil tr'Korjata: Women a bit longer, naturally. Fletcher Jackson: :::thanks a nurse for a small box of tissues and is getting tired from what was in the hypo::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Walking was tough... I tried to get away when I thought I was held captive... Fell over more times than I could count. Sierra Robinson: So maybe a century of life as the opposite sex with different physiology that would of been daunting to overcome..the need to get away would of been intense. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lower center of gravity and great leg strength. Nijil tr'Korjata: I did not get far when I woke up. Had to admit I was terrified Fletcher Jackson: Graves> :::frowns and puts another requisition aside::: Sierra Robinson: So they immobilized you to take away the "flight" response to your crisis. They made you " fight" to adapt. Nijil tr'Korjata: A dark empty place, with my big eyes, big... you know. I was in shock before I realized what was happening. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, sedated.. it sure explains the dreams. Chirakis: :::to Graves::: I'll be in my office. :::stands to enter:: Chirakis: Graves> Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: She liked my music playing.,. I adapted an instrument of their people.. played songs centuries before they were actually written. Sierra Robinson: She as in.....? Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her friends:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Their doctor, Muuhi.. She developed the mind transfer technology. Prani was the wormhole one. Chirakis: :::accessing Starfleet Command::: Annisha: :: Looking for weaknesses of her friends.. for science :: Sierra Robinson: Did they have replicator technology? Could you ...replicate a Romulan musical instrument? Alexis McFarland: ::can be easily found::' Nijil tr'Korjata: Fabricators. Slower and less precise. Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you know your Earth culture? Sierra Robinson: I must confess I am not familiar with Romulan music, but it sounds like Dr. Muuhi liked it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have 16 months of practice. Sierra Robinson: :: smiles looking down are her console :: Born raised and educated on Earth sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Imagine the Yith are steam based, we are electric based... Sierra Robinson: :: turns and listens :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I gave them a piece of our tech though... wonder if that was a violation... I was hoping to use it to get back. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: stands in front of the Pakled Pop Up Shop with a sign.....saying " Perfect Pakled Presents here! " :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I mean the time was great, and times of loneliness. Cirakis: (ROFL Sierra) Sierra Robinson: I don't see how what did you give them anything ....that would get you in trouble. You were trying to get home. Nijil tr'Korjata: (They must have a pickled pepper shop) Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, then... very interesting. Chirakis: TBS will be until 0800 next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Why has Nijil not written a Yith log yet? Chirakis: You'd have to ask Nijil. Scott Coleridge: You should probably ask him. Chirakis: Jinx Annisha: Boo Chirakis: Anyway... Chirakis: Happy 4th of July for those who are in the US. Thank you to our Canadians. Chirakis: Enjoy the weekend... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 July 2020 15 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.167 The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith, often shifting from Rihan to Yithrin, and explaining how he lived as a Yithrin in their era. Pakleds are still taking inventory of the station and sending requisitions to Ops, reason unknown. For exemplary work in the absence of Chief of Engineering Korjata, Engineer Ensign Robinson has been promoted to Lieutenant jg. The Science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing after entering Nebula 231.
  14. Overwhelming Odds Chirakis Kirel USS Agincourt,’s Captain Merida Lopez stood a step away from the main science console, her arms crossed as she watched Lt Coster pour over information his team had recently gathered. Intense focus on interstellar observations left them wondering if the ship should proceed farther into the interstellar mist of gas and dust or stay put for a while so they could sort things out. Something did not feel right. “Commander Aero, status of the ship’s hull?” she asked, glancing in his direction, brow furrowed in skepticism. “Holding well, Captain. Slight shudder on the aft fore deck.” “Status of the crew?” “Focused. Watching every step. Commander Darris said that if we stay here too long, the ship could be in a bad situation all around. Interstellar medium is thickening. Interstellar gas is its clumping up distribution on all size scales. Shields are at 15% and holding.” She nodded and moved away from Lt Coster so he wouldn’t lose his focus. “Ratch ‘em up to 50%. Any word from Chi Song or Rodman?” “None. No word from Fleet command. Some of our….” “Ho...ly... !!” came from behind, turning all eyes toward the forward screen. “What… the hell... is that?” “Watch your language, Ensign,” Aero snapped as he studied the screen, his expression turning from concerned to confused, then alarmed as he watched the interstellar dust disburse, form into feathered colors and pull the ship toward the center of the galactic plane. “It’s a nebular mist,” the captain replied, “but not an ordinary one. It’s drawing us in. Lieutenant, sound red alert!” “Red alert, aye!” Klaxons echoed through the ship. All personnel stowed loose equipment and took their positions Lopez turned to face the comm officer. “Send out a subspace mayday. Give them our position and continue giving them our position ‘cause we’ll be moving. Keep sending the call until we have a response. “Darris,” she called on the comm to engineering. “Cut the engines, let the ship float, keep it on an even keel as much as possible. Set shields at 100%. Everyone strap in and hold on!” Captain Lopez tightened her belt, muttering, “Nine hundred seventy three years ago they won. Well… we’re gonna win this one too.”
  15. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 6/26/20 = /\ = = /\ = 14 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.166 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Lt Dran is examining "a very stubborn plant" that seems to be unbreakable. A group of Pakleds is requisitioning areas of the station. irakis: Starfleet command has yet to find three science ships. USS Iowa's Task Force will soon replace USS Missouri's Task Force. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: :::in the holodeck, watching security training:::: Cptn d'Ka: :::with Kirel::: Dacia Sandero: ::off duty and in her quarters, relaxing:: Jylliene: ::having handed off Ops to the next shift, is heading for her quarters.:: Chirakis: ::glance to d'Ka::: mimipavilion: ::off duty in her quarters, with Loxil and their two house staff members:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::locking down the science lab for the night. Leaving notes for next shift to "avoid the plant":: Alexis McFarland: ::lying in her bed after finishing dinner, watching videos on her PADD:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking back to his quarters, but feeling a bit loopy from the spirits that visited his stomach at that Liquids place :: Cptn d'Ka: :::intensely watching a few on the mats::: Tarisa: ::Finishing up a report.:: Jylliene: ::arrives at quarters & enters:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting on her couch, playing with her PADD.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Presses the wall next to his quarters, but the wall does not do anything :: Sierra Robinson: :: checking out the exotic. odd and cheap souvenirs in the Pakled Pop Up Store :: Alexis McFarland: te te te Annisha: :: Reading the Adventures of Bob the Pakled :: Cptn d'Ka: ::nods, watching the two he believes are the best::: Scott Coleridge: ::eating dinner on the commerce level:: Chirakis: ::nod::: Agreed. Annisha: :: outloud :: "This is Bob the Pakled. He likes to make things go... " Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, the door chime moved. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: the door opens and Nijil walks slowly inside :: Sierra Robinson: :: notes a section called "Peter's Pages" with a selection of Pakled themed Literature :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches funny cat videos while petting her kitten who is curled up next to her:: Annisha: :: Looks intently at her reader :: Chirakis: :::steps out of the holodeck with d'Ka::: +com+ Ensign Robinson, report to my office. Jylliene: Bob the Pakled? ::glances at Annisha:: Jylliene: ::smiles over to Nijil as he enters:: Annisha: A book they were handing out on the way home. He likes to make things go. Cptn d'Ka: ::heads toward the USS Missouri as she steps into the lift:: Sierra Robinson: :: hears the comm :: + Chirakis + Aye Captain. On my way. Jylliene: Handing out? They were giving away books? Sierra Robinson: :: with her purchased souvenir in hand Sierra heads to the nearest turbolift :: Nijil tr'Korjata: fa’ afeiloa’ iga :: he says to his faletua :: Chirakis: :::exits the command lift, nods to the OIC::: Ensign Robinson will be reporting. Tarisa: ::Packs up, then steps out of the office. She notices things have already been shut down in the lab, so she heads out for the Commerce Level.:: Chirakis: CIC Jacobs> Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: You'll need to teach the computer Yith. Yithic? Yithian? Chirakis: +com+ Commander Coleridge, my office. Sierra Robinson: :: enters lift :: CIC please. Nijil tr'Korjata: I plan to teach Annisha. :: laughs :: Muuhi knew a few old Rihan words. I was floored. Scott Coleridge: ::mid-spaghetti:: +Chirakis+ Yemgth… ::swallows:: Aye, sir. Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: One day. One day I will finish a plate of spaghetti for the first time. Jylliene: Great. I finally kind of get the way of Rihan and now you intend to teach Annisha another language I don't know how to talk behind my back. ::grins:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Our first encounter was not pleasant. Scott Coleridge: ::pushes the plate away and stands up with a forlorn expression that communicated the untold depths and sorrow, every day of which lines his face a little more with the burden of his knowledge that he has never, truly, experienced spaghetti:: Jylliene: Guess I'll need to get that one in as well. Jylliene: What do you want for dinner? Chirakis: ::enters her office, leaving the door open:::: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves the restaurant, his posture and gait clearly communicating this tragedy to all those he passes, until he enters a lift where he can be alone in his shame and torment:: CnC. Annisha: Tietà à kà hÃn tà mà n? Sierra Robinson: Oh duh...CnC ! :: lift complies :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Na Annisha and we will keep it that way. Tarisa: Miana> ::Quietly watching some videos.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sprawled on her bed, quietly giggling to herself:: Chirakis: :::waits by her desk, box in hand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Annisha :: Your hair is a mess. I'll do a braid tomorrow morning. Annisha: What? Since when? Prani? Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC:: Sierra Robinson: :: Sierra arrives at CnC and takes it in ....it is the first time she has been on this deck, but after constant study she knows where to go and approaches the Captain's office and pushes the CHIME panel :: Chirakis: :::waves Scott toward the open door::: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, I had to be taught. :: Looks to Jylliene :: Any dinner ideas? My day has been...odd. Chirakis: The door is open, Ensign. Enter. Scott Coleridge: ::sneakily sneaks into Chirakis' office before Sierra can reach the door:: Sierra Robinson: :: spots Commander Coleridge and enters behind him :: Commander. Captain reporting as ordered. Scott Coleridge: ::stands next to Chirakis' desk, remembering they had discussed what was going to happen now but wishing he'd remembered before he had ordered... the spaghetti:: Jylliene: ::shrugs:: Rice bowl? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Was nice to see the station rather calm, but that bothered him :: Sierra Robinson: ::AA:: Scott Coleridge: ::truly, the curse that had afflicted his family for generations was a cruel one:: Chirakis: :::straightens up::: Ensign Robinson, you are out of uniform. Explain. Nijil tr'Korjata: With fish? I've gained an appreciation for fish. mimipavilion: ::finishes up her meal and goes over to her desk to look over somethings:: Chirakis: Ensign? Annisha: :: Gives her father a strange look :: Sierra Robinson: Oh ditz. :: does a quick Picard Maneuver looking at her shoes., and does a quick visual inspection of herself and notes she still has her Souvenir :: Oh...uh...:: places Souvenir on the floor and AA :: sorry about the gift bag. Jylliene: Sounds like a good idea. Jylliene: ::heads to the replicator:: Annisha? Fish also, or something else? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits at the table, Annisha on the opposite side :: Chirakis: :::stern focus::: And you are still out of uniform. Annisha: I'll try father's weird fish..I think we are in a weird food contest. Chirakis: Attention to orders. Chirakis: :::hands Scott a small box::: Sierra Robinson: :: nervous :: Captain..the Ensign believes she is currently in the correct Engineering Ensign's Uniform according to regulations. Jylliene: ::nods:: Very well. ::puts the orders into the replicator:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the box:: That's the problem, Ensign. Chirakis: You were. And now you are not. Scott Coleridge: ::very slowly and dramatically opens the box::: Sierra Robinson: Oh :: looks at the box Commander Coleridge has :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Box-opening music plays :: Chirakis: :::waits for her attention:::: mimipavilion: (::sitting off set watching what's going on and eating popcorn::) Nijil tr'Korjata: I am glad Prani treated au all well. Tarisa: ::Walks through Commerce.:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks forward to Chirakis :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees Tarisa, waves :: Jylliene: She did. She was very pleasant. Nijil tr'Korjata: I was told as much by her research partner. Chirakis: Ensign Robinson, by the power vested in me by Starfleet Command and STSF, due to your exemplary performance aboard Sky Harbor Aegis, you are promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade. ::nods to Scott::: Commander... :::steps out of his way::: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the round, hollow pip and pins it on Sierra's uniform:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his wrist :: What is this? :: looks up :: Jylliene, did Prani have something done to my body while I was gone? Sierra Robinson: :: tries to contain her smile :: Thank you sirs. Chirakis: Congratulations, Lieutenant jg Robinson. ::steps forward to shake hands:: Jylliene: Oh. Yes, a small tattoo. Dacia Sandero: (yay) Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm, it's a Yith symbol. Sierra Robinson: :: shakes hands with the Captain :: Thank you. Tarisa: ::Waves and the approaches Cayne.:: Doing some shopping, or security work? mimipavilion: (woot!) Chirakis: :::steps back::: Dismissed. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: I believe that I owe you a dinner? Jylliene: ::realizing:: That's... rather presumptuous, isn't it? To have done that? Jylliene: ((though removal is probably a piece of cake in this time period)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have been at tactical so much I forget what patrolling is like, so I thought I would get some in. There are so many new places I can't keep track, and I have the list. Have you seen those Pakled places? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: smiles broadly :: Sierra Robinson: :: nods to Commander Coleridge and almost leaves before picking up her gift bag from " Peter Pakled's " :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rubs the tattoo :: It was actually very thoughtful. Sierra Robinson: :: exits the Captain's office with a beaming smile :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I accept. Tarisa: ::Curious.:: Pakled places? Chirakis: Lead the way. Your choice, Number One. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes, that how did they ever discover space flight species. Jylliene: If you feel so. What does it mean? Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the lift pressing the button as she awaits for the lift she takes a look at the expansive CnC :: Scott Coleridge: Anything but the Italian restaurant. Scott Coleridge: Maybe a seafood place. Chirakis: ::hand wave::: Lead the way. :::enters the command lift::: Tarisa: I do not walk through Commerce enough. I did not realize they had any shops. Sierra Robinson: :: lift arrives and enters :: Uhm Commerce Level. Nijil tr'Korjata: In the middle is a representation of a wormhole, on the other side are points, representing our space-time and their space-time. Scott Coleridge: ::enters the lift:: Commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: Not that I would forget the experience. Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::as the door closes::: Spaghetti? ::she questions, glancing at his uniform::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinking of the rice :: Sierra Robinson: :: thinks this calls for a bit of celebrating, perhaps the PADD for the read on Neutrinos could wait until tomorrow :: Scott Coleridge: ::Shakes his head:: I'm afraid not this time. Maybe next time. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at it on the table :: Smells good. Jylliene: It does. Chirakis: ::very slight grin with a nod::: Jylliene: ::has a bite:: It is. Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the lift on the commerce level:: Chirakis: :::follows::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The Pakled shops are new... How have au been? Heard you pulled long hours to get that generator going.' Scott Coleridge: I hear the Bolian place is out of pre-digestive fortifiers, so we'll skip them tonight. I think there's a place that serves seafood from a variety of worlds... ah yes, there. Chirakis: :::following, wondering what kind of sea food there is besides gagh:::: Sierra Robinson: Decides to have her meal at the Ferengi Establishment and holosuite bar...for a change. Nijil tr'Korjata: Along the coastline when we visited the Yith homeworld they had endless places that served fish. I remember how hot it was and how lightly I had to dress. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I am well now that I have been able to sleep more. Scott Coleridge: ((Is gagh seafood? Interesting.)) Sierra Robinson: :: enters and heads for the bar :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the restaurant:: Chirakis: (It can be if you drop it into the water.) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Try intelligence gathering. You don't know when you will sleep, if ever. Jylliene: ::listening:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: I believe I will pass. I have my own intelligence gathering to handle. Annisha: Hot, like a desert? Nijil tr'Korjata: No, very humid. Jylliene: A jungle? Sierra Robinson: :: takes a seat noticing Ferengi serving the bar and tables..along with Dabo Girls games and more :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Very close to that yes. They have good bug control, but I had to be weary of that. Chirakis: :::behind Scott, checking out the menu on the wall::: Scott Coleridge: ::looking over the menu:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Keeping watch over this station is hardly better. Right now I am wondering what I have overlooked. Scott Coleridge: Ooooh, Chrysalian crab. Scott Coleridge: That sounds really good. Chirakis: :::then takes a menu::: I might need your assistance as I am not familiar with this menu. Nijil tr'Korjata: You two would like it there... perhaps a temporal vacation. Tarisa: Is there something to be concerned with? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Only if you know something....do you know something? Chirakis: Chrysalian crab? Does it come live? Annisha: Were you a pretty girl? :: smiling wickedly :: Scott Coleridge: I've never had it. I like crab, wonder how Chrysalian crab might be different. Scott Coleridge: Um... no. Tarisa: I know many things, but I am not sure what would be helpful to you at the moment. Sierra Robinson: Ferengi Bartender> You look happy what can I get you? Care for a night at the holosuite..we have many unique programs for young ladies..And I have a buy one get another for the same price special on Pakled Palooza. Chirakis: Ah... ::puts the menu aside:::I will follow your suggestions. Nijil tr'Korjata: I, err, well. I guess so. I had no grip on what was attractive there. :: turns a shade green :: Jylliene: The way our vacations tend to go, I'd be nervous of anything as complex as trying to do time travel. Nijil tr'Korjata: We'd live like kings... in their scientific community at least. Their research facility is quiet. Sierra Robinson: Ah no Pakled Palooza...just a beer...no make it an Andorian Icee shaken not stirred. Sierra Robinson: Ferengi Bartender> Had to try. Just a second. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, sensors across the sector are working...very well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Have you eaten? Tarisa: I have not. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Feels wrong to stand in the middle of the restaurants, hungry, and not eat. Scott Coleridge: ::orders crab and a side salad:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Pick a place.. :; waves his hands :: Any place Jylliene: How is your food, Annisha? Nijil tr'Korjata: The travels were painless for me, though staying in my own body would be preferred, not like they have transport.... oh, wait. Chirakis: :::gently settles her napkin in her lap::: Are these... crabs fish? Scott Coleridge: Well, Earth crab are crustaceans. Scott Coleridge: An underwater form of invertebrate. Chirakis: Interesting. Annisha: Spicy.... I have one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish... that's not natural. Scott Coleridge: I hope Chrysalian crab is analogous! Sierra Robinson: :: thinks a second as the Ferengi returns with her drink :: Can I have a menu please? Chirakis: I suppose we will find out. Tarisa: Any place? ::Looks around, then points.:: That will do. I believe it is new to me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I've never seen it before. :: starts walking towards it :: Scott Coleridge: ::watches as the server brings out a plate with a blue, wriggling creature on it:: Oh. Look. It is alive after all. Tarisa: ::follows.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eats his rice eagerly :: Sierra Robinson: Ferengi Bartender> Sure here you go . The Name is Mok, anything else.? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Simply takes a seat :: Self seating Tarisa: ::Sits.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I sure hope I am not the final future record of the Yith people. Chirakis: Ah... much like gagh except that they have a solid exterior. How does this work? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: drinks :: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Annisha: :: Dips the fish into the sauce :: Scott Coleridge: ::picks up the nutcracker-looking utensil:: I guess we... crack it open...? Chirakis: While it is alive? Hm.... Chirakis: :::takes the nutcracker, hits the head, twists it off, then cracks it open::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm going to have to write all of this down... Sierra Robinson: A holosuite program menu would be cool....and I would like to order the Talarian Salad. Chirakis: Much better for the animal. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: takes a menu and gives another to Tarisa :: Sierra Robinson: Mok> Got it. So why are you smiling? Scott Coleridge: ::follows her lead:: Chirakis: Um... tasty. :::moves aside as the server brings drinks::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How they don't duplicate dishes on the station is impressive Jylliene: Well, perhaps record by voice. Faster. Sierra Robinson: Got promoted...just needed to do something for the occasion. :: takes a sip of her ice cold Andorian beverage :: Chirakis: And... :::turning it over a few times::: ...interesting. Chirakis: (two minutes) Nijil tr'Korjata: It’s the original Yith. Annisha: Holodeck. Nijil tr'Korjata: What? Annisha: Create a holodeck program, all of the kids are doing it. Sierra Robinson: Mok> Ah that explains it. Well do not let it get to your head. I already have had to clean up after a Pakled Party. One got promoted to XO of a freighter and they proceeded to get quite....Pakled. Tarisa: ::Smiles:: It keeps dining interesting. Chirakis: ::taking care that it does not slip out of her hands::: Sierra Robinson: :: looks at the Ferengi :: Got Quite Pakled? Not sure I catch your story. Sierra Robinson: Mok> you'll learn Hewman... You'll learn Cdr Wyatt Cayne: And the chefs busy Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: Congratulations to Lt jg Robinson for her promotion. Chirakis: Thanks to Lt jg Robinson and Commander Korjata for the log. Chirakis: TBS will be until 10 am next morning. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.