Chirakis

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/29/20 = /\ = = /\ = 11 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.163 = /\ = The time is 0700 (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Personnel on Aegis are refreshed and ready for duty. Anything related to manufacture of the wormhole is classified, locked and heavily guarded in the security complex. Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical, checking up on Nijil:: Ethan Neufeld: :::commercial sector::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::medical complex, filing a report on Nijil::: Chirakis: :::CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watering some new seedling in the botany lab:: Ethan Neufeld: :::still hanging out in limbo... begins climbing the stairs to the mezzanine::: Sierra Robinson: :: on duty in engineering:: Dacia Sandero: ::n sick bay:: Alexis McFarland: ::curled up in bed asleep:: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC looking noticeably refreshed:: Tarisa: ::Walks into the lab, and over to Dran.:: New project? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly.:: Jylliene: :: in medical, waiting to see whether Nijil is near release:: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::the one from the holo-cafe smiles and starts down the stairs::: mimipavilion: So Nijil how do you feel this morning? Ethan Neufeld: :::ignores the Bajoran::: Chirakis: ::Exits her office, tablet in hand:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Groggy... Everything is different. mimipavilion: The grogginess is understandable. What do you mean everything is different? Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::missteps, catching a high-heel just above the mid-stair landing, and falls directly into Ethan::: Annisha: :: Eating her cereal :: Sierra Robinson: :: glad to see normal indicators on the EPS grid monitor display :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Good morning, Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: Just a sample brought back from a survey. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking into the CnC :: Ethan Neufeld: :::grunts and grips the railing, lower back strained to counter the impact and her weight::: Chirakis: ::half looking up as she holds her tablet and pages through it::: Good morning Number One. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know I may have asked, but how much time has passed? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels his face :: Jylliene: ::staying back out of the way, but near-ish to Nijil:: Tarisa: Oh, I see. Is it doing well? Scott Coleridge: Any updates from medical about Nijil? I wanted to swing by but I didn't know if they were letting him see visitors. Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::clings tightly::: Oh! Thank the prophets you were here to stop my fall. Tae'Lynn Dran: We seem to have matched its natural habitat well. mimipavilion: three days you were in another time and place. but you've been back since yesterday. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene have the baby yet? mimipavilion: No she hasn't. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, three days? Chirakis: ::nod:: I believe the best thing to do is to ask Dr Pavilion. Ethan Neufeld: :::patiently waits for her to get off, keeping his hands to himself::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: tries to sit himself up :: mimipavilion: ::helps sit up:: Take it easy Nijil. You've been through a lot. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Notices he sees differently, or like he used to before the switch :: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Commander... ::hands him her tablet:: give this person limited access to CnC. Tae'Lynn Dran: So as long as it doesn't turn into a flesh eating monster we should get some nice gourd like fruit. Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::sniffs, leans back, and grins at him::: Oh, it’s you... the lieutenant from the holo-cafe. How providential: I must be favored. Chirakis: Limited, meaning he must be escorted. Jylliene: ::listening in:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the tablet:: I'll make the arrangements. Chirakis: Fletcher> ::taking the place of Jylliene::: Nijil tr'Korjata: O loo mafai lava ona ou tautala Yith. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: starts to laugh :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Nijil:: Say what? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes his head :: I can speak Yith. I was hoping I would remember. Ethan Neufeld: :::sighs and untangles her hand from the nape of his neck, then nudges her back out of his space::: Ok, time to move on. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jy must be wondering how I am. Is she near? mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Ok then. Jylliene: ::chuckles from the corner:: mimipavilion: ::looks over to Jylliene: and smiles:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels, gliding her hand across the LCARS display :: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> Oof, that’s not very polite. I only desire to shower you with gratitude for saving my life. :::snaps a holo-scan — one of many that she’s already collected::: Jylliene: Right here. Nijil tr'Korjata: We worked on fixing the generator for months, but we had to take time off. She taught me some things. Chirakis: :::Scott::: I will be on the commerce deck. You have the com. Tarisa: Make sure you warn us if it begins to grow fangs. ::Smirks.:: Ethan Neufeld: :::frowns, reaching for the holo-camera::: Scott Coleridge: Aye, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked over to Jy and started to tear up :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I will. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Do we have any other projects on the horizon? Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::pulls back and wags a finger::: Ah-ah! :::lowers voice::: Should I regale you with the tale of the last blue-eyed boy who tried to take my camera? mimipavilion: ::wonders if the micro wormhole had some type of time difference:: Jylliene: So it was longer for you than for us? Chirakis: ::enters the command lift::: Commerce deck. Ethan Neufeld: :::follows her nod toward a security officer nearby::: Jylliene: ::takes his hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. I was gone 507 days. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: takes her hand :: Ethan Neufeld: The Bajoran> :::whispers a bit too closely::: You should ask poor Aldruth Vrin who they’ll believe if I scream for help. :::laughs to herself as she prances down the stairs::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was taking a long time to get the materials. Chirakis: Fletcher> Pouring over everything that's been left behind since the commander is with her bond mate::: Ethan Neufeld: :::watches her narrowly until she disappears::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I have a new degree in temporal mechanics. Nijil tr'Korjata: I taught her how to play an instrument. Nijil tr'Korjata: Only three days? Jylliene: ::grins:: Ethan Neufeld: :::looks up Aldruth Vrin on his PADD and frowns at the headline “Convicted of Assault…” ::: mimipavilion: ::goes and grabs an empty PADD and returns to Nijil:: Nijil, I would like you write down everything you know or remember about the species you were with. Nijil tr'Korjata: My hair is short. Jylliene: Yes, much less time here. Sierra Robinson: :: makes a few notes for further study :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I can do that. I was writing it down as I was there. Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::stops suddenly with children in tow::: You. Chirakis: ::exits the lift on the mezzanine and looks over the railing::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I visited their capital. Scott Coleridge: ::moves to his station:: Computer, bring up the station access control profile for Lieutenant Ethan Neufeld. Nijil tr'Korjata: I gave them... well... Ethan Neufeld: ::recognizes her from the few times the admiral invited the teams to her house::: mimipavilion: Good. Here's another empty PADD if you need it. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: takes the padd :: Jylliene: Hopefully we can have some family time first? ::to Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to quickly sketch out a figure on the pads :: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::keeping her voice low, hissing::: How is it that you’re here? Free! A traitor. You should be in my mother’s cell. My mother was a hero! What she did, she did for the Federation. She invested in your career...in you! And you betrayed her. You betrayed Starfleet! Alexis McFarland: ::sprawls out on her bed:: Chirakis: ::leaning against the banister, she spots Ethan and the admiral's daughter::: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> :::still hissing lowly::: And now my children are afraid. Every day since the trial started, we’ve been bullied. Received death threats. And it’s only gotten worse since :::can’t say it::: We’ve had to leave our home, change our name... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: very fast :: This is unexpected, but this is Muuhi. :: A tall figure appears sketched out on the padd. mimipavilion: ::nods to Jylliene:: I don't see why Annisha can't visit for a bit. If you feel like she is able to. In the meantime I'll be in my office. mimipavilion: ::looks at the PADD:: Interesting. Scott Coleridge: ::amends Ethan's ACL to include escort-level permissions to the CnC, copies security on the change so they're aware of the need to provide an escort, sends a form message to Ethan's inbox so he's aware of the access change:: Jylliene: How long do you think it'll be before release? Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> You’ve ruined our lives. And for what?? :::ire rising, harshening her voice::: Why don’t you say anything? Why won't’ you admit what you did, you...black-hearted... :::raises hand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shows the PADD to Jylliene :: There she is. Chirakis: :::slow, even steps down the stairs and she alerts security, watch only::: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Whoops. :::slips in, taking her slap more of her forearm than her hand across the face and then belatedly...::: Ow. Scott Coleridge: ::can't help but notice that large swathes of Neufeld's service record are classified above his authorization level, which is unusual to say the least:: Scott Coleridge: Chirakis certainly keeps interesting company. Ethan Neufeld: Farragut's Daughter> :::shocked::: Who...?! Nijil tr'Korjata: How could I have... wait, I bet she did something to me in my sleep. Nijil tr'Korjata: I should try to walk around. mimipavilion: I'd like to keep him here for at least a day or two. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::rubbing face ruefully::: You know, I can’t help feeling like we missed an important step somewhere in this relationship. But I’m willing to play. mimipavilion: Nijil you are to stay here in medical. Jylliene: Oh. Then I might as well get back up to the CnC. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh... mimipavilion: You can walk around here. Chirakis: :::moves through the morning crowd toward the admiral's daughter::: Scott Coleridge: ::also notices that all his paperwork has miraculously disappeared while he was gone:: Wow. Nijil tr'Korjata: Someone mentioned I have a new engineer? She met me but I did not meet her. Jylliene: I'll tell Annisha she can come visit. Sierra Robinson: :: ponders the schematic displayed in front of her :: Ethan Neufeld: Farragut’s Daughter> You'll get yours... :::apoplectic ushers her children off toward the docks, fearing too much attention::: mimipavilion: I'll see into having her stop by for a brief visit. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders if he violated some Starfleet rule with his travel to the Yith time frame :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> And now you’re just going to walk away like nothing happened. :::cheekily, hands cupped to his face::: But I don’t even know your name, how will I ever find you? Jylliene: ::squeezes Nijil's hand, then leaves:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks forlorn :: mimipavilion: Nijil what did you say this species was called. Jylliene: +Annisha+ Annisha, awake yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yith. Jylliene: ::making her way toward the CnC:: Annisha: +Jy+ I'm eatin my breakfast. mimipavilion: Yith ok then. Do you mind if I take the picture for reference? Chirakis: ::casual walk toward Ethan::: Jylliene: +Annisha+ Doctor Pavilion said that you can visit your father briefly, when you're ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. I can draw more. I guess I'm a sketch artist now. Ethan Neufeld: :::headshakes at Gage's sense of humor::: Chirakis: :::noting that the daughter of Farragut fits the profile of the family:: Annisha: :: flips the cereal bowl, now mostly empty, to the floor :: +Jy+ If it means I can be late to school, sure thing.... :: goes out the door :: Jylliene: ::arrives at CnC:: Chirakis: Fletcher> :::hard at work::: mimipavilion: If you want you can. Just don't leave medical if you get up and walk around ok. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Can you believe that? Just hauled off and slapped me... Think she’ll be open to a second date? Jylliene: +Annisha+ I think you could for this. Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor, can au stand by my bed for a moment, I want to try something. Sierra Robinson: :: glides her hand across the LCARS screen, zooming in one of Aegis’s primary cores :: Annisha: :: Already in the lift :: the medical place mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD down and nods:: Ok Chirakis: :::approaches Ethan:: Good morning, Lieutenant. ::noting Gage::: Chirakis: :::Ethan:: I trust you rested well.l Jylliene: ::approaches Ops, to Fletcher:: Good morning. The doctor's holding on to Nijil for now, so... I suppose I might as well be here. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to sketch again, this time the doctor. Within a few moments her distinct portrait appeared on the PADD, sketched in the same manner as the first :: Ethan Neufeld: :::laconic::: Hmm. Morning, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: smiles :: There au are. Guess it's not just memories. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::seeing Ethan turn inward::: Well, I slept well if it matters. Annisha: :: walks into medical :: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: How's Nijil? mimipavilion: ::a little surprised:: Well then. Annisha: :: looks around the beds, first checking in the room she swore had his name above the door :: Annisha: Father! :: starts to run towards him LL Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves as she approaches :: Jylliene: Awake and fine for now, though he's being kept in medical for another day or so. Chirakis: Morning, Lieutenant. ::slight grin::: ::turns to Gage, extending her hand::: I am Captain Chirakis. And you are? mimipavilion: ::a bit deaf from Annisha's yell/scream:: Sierra Robinson: :: increases further magnification on the the segment of the power core that regulates the distribution to the grid itself :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::jumps and bolts from her office::: Jylliene: ::quieter:: Giving the doctor all he can remember about the race Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeps:: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::shakes her hand::: Trouble. With a T. mimipavilion: Morning to you too Annisha. Annisha: :: Finally at his bed :: There au are. :: She held his hand, but only for a moment before her excitement got the best of her :: Sierra Robinson: Neat. :: smiles :: Chirakis: ::slight chuckle::: I see. And that is your name, I presume. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sorry if I was not myself over the past few days. Chirakis: In any event, welcome to Aegis. I don't believe I have seen you here before. Annisha: Oh I know. Prani told me. Nijil tr'Korjata: She what? When did au know? Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Good. I hope his ordeal wasn't too bad. I'll look in on him later. mimipavilion: Good question. Amanda Davis PhD: :::approaching Mimi, she sighs::: Thank goodness. I thought something dire was happening. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Well, not the one I was born with, I don't think. Sometimes they call me Gage Silver. Usually when I owe money. :::grins::: Oh, yeah, first time. It's... really big. :::gestures widely::: mimipavilion: ::hears Amanda:: Someone was a little excited. Chirakis: Yes. Yes, it is. Annisha: Well, I knew something was up when au braided my hair... but she was really nervous. She's like au, an engineer, not a spy. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> And you're the big kahuna of this 'shroom? Chirakis: If you wish, we can arrange a tour. Chirakis: Big kahuna, as in the commanding officer? Sierra Robinson: :: jots a few notes for future study :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Why did au not tell anyone? Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Uh, yeah, big boss. Annisha: Oh I liked her and au would have too. mimipavilion: ::listens to Annisha:: Annisha: She did not want me to tell anyone and I said I could keep a secret. Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh huh. Chirakis: Interesting. ::congenial smile:: I never considered myself "the boss". Chirakis: ::looks to Ethan::: Anything I can help you with, Lieutenant? Annisha: :: points a finger :: I showed her my Yith instrument and my collection of the transmissions. She found some of her favorite music. Ethan Neufeld: :::just observing, headshakes::: No, sir. mimipavilion: ::eyerolls:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au will be happy to know she taught me how to braid. Annisha: Really? That's great, if not a bit odd. Chirakis: :::nods:: Very well. Carry on and enjoy your day, Lieutenant. ::nods::: Mr. Silver. Nijil tr'Korjata: I was there a long time and missed your mother and au every day. Ethan Neufeld: Yes, sir. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Ma'am. :::claps hands together::: So, uh, how much does this tour cost? Annisha: Oh, au were a girl then? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, a bit like the species here, but different. Chirakis: The tour? Nothing. The station belongs to the Joint Allied Powers. Nijil tr'Korjata: They walk on their toes, like a cat. Annisha: Like Miana! Sierra Robinson: :: returns her console to normal magnification , and resumes her over watch of the station’s power grid:: Nijil tr'Korjata: A bit ie. They are taller, more flexible. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::waves::: Of course, sure. I knew that. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I'm just not flexible. Nijil tr'Korjata: I told her friend Muuhi all about au and your mother. Chirakis: Would you like a tour? Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Uh. :::glances at Ethan::: Raincheck? Annisha: She cooked too, really well. That should have been giveaway to anyone that had dinner at our place. Chirakis: Of course. Annisha: She told me about someone new at your work... Robie... Sears? Something. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ensign Robinson I was told. I've not met her. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::salutes with two fingers::: Thank you, ma'am. Amanda Davis PhD: :::standing by, having moved into psychology mode, listening to Nijil::: mimipavilion: Annisha I believe you should head to school now. Annisha: Au look sad father. Are au going to be okay? Chirakis: Most welcome. :::slight bow/nod::: If you will excuse me. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. The doctor, on their side, told me recovery would take a bit of time. Sierra Robinson: :: could use some coffee :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Sure, sure... :::nods, murmuring as he watches her walk away::: Go and do big boss things... Scott Coleridge: ((I keep having to refresh, sorry if I've missed anyone talking to me)) Nijil tr'Korjata: She said to take advantage of the situation as best I could, even if it meant not being able to return. Here associate...friend Prani would do no io in our time any harm. Nijil tr'Korjata: ((Scott, we have been waiting for you to blow out the candles for 50 minutes...)) Chirakis: :::moves on, notifying under cover security to keep an eye on Farragut's daughter::: Ethan Neufeld: ((It set off the fire suppression system.)) Nijil tr'Korjata: And for a while I was not sure I could return. Ethan Neufeld: :::sighs as though a weight has disappeared::: Nijil tr'Korjata: We taught each other skills and exchanged information, both if I could return, and if I could not. Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> :::hushed::: What the :::curses::: was that? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil teared up again :: Chirakis: :::then continues wandering, stopping to talk occasionally, crouching to talk to the children::: Annisha: :: she gripped her father's hand :: Father... Scott Coleridge: ::making a list of some things he must attend to:: Ethan Neufeld: :::evades the question::: When did you get in? Nijil tr'Korjata: I saw ch'Rihan through their astronomical instruments, in the distant past even from that perspective, but it was... emotional to see it alive. Sierra Robinson: :: taps standard diagnostic program Garnoopy one into the console and executes it ..wondering who named this program in the station diagnostic tool box :: Ethan Neufeld: Gage Silver> Dunno. :::scratches head::: Maybe 30 minutes ago. mimipavilion: You saw ch'Rihan. Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought I missed your sibling's birth too. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Ie, was it was even before my people ventured there. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have a large multi-telescope array. I did not travel there. mimipavilion: ::jots down the note beneath the picture:: Could you tell how far away it was from the planet you were on. mimipavilion: ::jots that down too:: Sierra Robinson: :: the grid remains green as the diagnostic is completed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: 2390.5 light years Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 10:00 am. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |29 May 2020 11 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.162 TBS is the next day. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Personnel on Aegis are relaxing, especially those who were involved with the micro-wormhole. Its manufacture by engineering and science, assisted by the Yith, is classified. Anything related to it is locked and heavily guarded in the security complex. After walking on his toes, speaking an ancient alien language, and dealing with a completely different species such as the Yith, Commander Korjata is still adjusting to his own body. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are still missing.

The Pain of Life O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2 The lieutenant’s glare spoke of anger, though he struggled to hold it back. His cynical, pessimistic, and weary expression said I don’t want to be here, but she knew that. She pressed through his candor to gauge his limits, to see how far he would go beyond addressing her as Chirakis rather than Captain. He grappled to hide his emotions, but it wasn’t working. At least not yet. Lieutenant Neufeld, exemplary Starfleet officer, team leader, and 15 year veteran of innumerable covert and clandestine operations, had been tossed aside, as though one would toss rotting gagh into a fermenting garbage bin instead of a recycler. She had worked beside him several times, especially during the V’Mal attack with the Stone of Gol. And now, after being a Tier I Starfleet operative, he was close to psychological collapse. Well into nightfall, Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 operative well versed in Special Operations, sat in her office paging through information regarding Admiral Vera Farragut. Her unit had come so close to destruction that the Alien Alliance could have used them for fodder or handed them over to Ragor Tal. Instead, Admiral Farragut had been court martialed. Had she been put into the hands of Kirel, Admiral Farragut would have vanished. Mysteriously. Without a trace. Third watch had begun. As usual, Kirel left her office door open. Yeoman Drexler entered soundlessly, set a tray on the captain’s coffee table and asked if she needed anything else. “Thank you, Yeoman. That will be all,” Kirel replied with a forced congenial nod, then continued to page through the information. According to the records, Starfleet Command disbanded Lieutenant Neufeld’s team because Farragut had weaved her web so expertly that whatever she did was beyond remission. Though Neufeld was not to blame, as the team leader he bore the brunt of the situation and was now paying the price. That Kirel’s ire approached the boiling point was an understatement. Lighting in the office dimmed abruptly, the office door closed and locked, and silence prevailed. Forcing a deep breath to contain her emotions, Kirel swiveled her chair to face the main screen as the image of Admiral Solokov, Commanding Officer of Rendezvous October, appeared. The captain stood respectfully in greeting, then leaned against her desk, arms crossed. “Good evening, Kirel,” the admiral sighed, running his hands through thin, graying hair before clasping them to lean forward on his desk, half asleep and half awake. “If it is evening. I’ve lost track of time, unfortunately, but such is the situation these days.” His eyes narrowed now noticing Kirel’s clenched jaw. “From your expression, I would say that what we need to discuss is important.” “The Farragut Affair, Admiral.” she replied flatly. "Hmm…" Another sigh and he leaned back. “She’s been in the foreground lately, but not exactly the foreground anyone would want.” A glass of water appeared on his desk. He nodded off stage and downed the glass before setting it aside. “Admiral Farragut has apparently dug such a deep hole for herself and her constituents that they will never again see the light of day. But what does that have to do with Aegis?” “Lieutenant Ethan Neufeld.” Solokov frowned, his lips pursed somewhat thoughtfully as he stroked the stubble on his chin. “One of their best operatives, if not the best. I take it that he is aboard Aegis with his team, which is a bonus for us.” “Unfortunately no, Admiral. He is here. On Aegis. Alone. His team has been disbanded, possibly scattered throughout the system.” Solokov was now wide awake. “Disbanded?” he whispered intensely, his eyelids narrowing as his face flushed to the point that Kirel reflexively leaned back. “How... in Thor’s Gates... did that happen?” “In short,” Kirel continued, struggling to maintain her demeanor, “Admiral Farragut created so much damage that Starfleet Command could not disentangle the spider’s web." "The black widow," he scoffed into a snort worthy of a targ. "She's been called that behind her back for many, many years, Kirel, and now the truth has come out." A few moments of deep thought as he drummed his fingers on the desk still did not cover his anger. "What do you want from me, Kirel? October?" “That… would not be wise, Admiral,” Kirel offered as she rounded her desk to settle in, contemplating the outcome of going too far too fast. “At least not yet. He is definitely capable, but it will take time for him to overcome what he has experienced. Eventually, if we can locate his team and they are willing, October is a possibility, but not until they are ready.” “Then what exactly can we help you with, Kirel?” At that point, Captain Raza, commanding officer of SI-6, appeared onscreen. “Find his team if possible Admiral. Assure their safety. Nothing beyond that.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/22/20 = /\ = = /\ = 10 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.162 = /\ = TBS is 1 day. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Personnel involved in the Nijil/Prani transmission are relaxing. Commanders Kital and Korjata are in medical with Dr Pavilion. Station maintenance continues. Wormhole equipment is *top secret compartmentalized*, guarded in Security. Everyone is relaxing unless paperwork is involved. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Down in sickbay, Nijil was resting from his restoration. He began to stir in his bed :: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::medical complex with Mimi::: Alexis McFarland: ::With Annisha and Miana:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going to check on Nijil:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Trying to get to yesterday's paper work today :: Chirakis: ::Chez Antonio with Lt Neufeld::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still a little tense since the blackout.:: Tarisa: ::In her office, looking at results.:: Ethan Neufeld: :: Chez Antonio...sitting across from the Captain :: Annisha: :: Looks at Miana :: What's got your hair on end? mimipavilion: ::enters the room where Nijil is staying in:: Tarisa: Miana> That was scary Scott Coleridge: ::having finally taken some time off, Scott has opted to relax in a spa of all places:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns:: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Aww, but we haven't had any problems since then Chirakis: :::the server comes with the menu and whatever drink was ordered, then leaves while we study the menu::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil begins to wake up and mutters :: O fea o oÊ»u i ai? Sierra Robinson: :: Enjoying a Beer at Antonio's :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: Annisha: Probably something father did, but they won't tell me anything. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries to relax.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi? :: he mutters :: mimipavilion: ::turns to Amanda and shrugs:: Alexis McFarland: Of course they won't. We're always the last to know. mimipavilion: ::checks Nijil's vitals:: Scott Coleridge: ::reclining in an AG field with a face mask and some relaxing Bolian music:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, frowning.:: Ethan Neufeld: :: makes a decision and sips water, waiting :: Sierra Robinson: :: looks at a holo image of her younger sister, Myra in her cadet uniform and smiles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil slowly opened his eyes. The room was a blur, but it looked wrong, or the view was too narrow. Perhaps he was suffering from a bout of tunnel vision :: Chirakis: :::does the same:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over several padds regarding the power 'issues' from yesterday :: Amanda Davis PhD: I do believe that he learned another language, Doctor. Chirakis: ::the server enters:: Your choice, Lieutenant? mimipavilion: Agreed Amanda. ::steps in Nijil's view:: How are you feeling, Commander? Sierra Robinson: A waiter...a menu please..thank you. :: sits at the small bar at Antonio's ...for the few that want to ..sit at a bar. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Command..er? O fea o oÊ u i ai? Aegis? Ethan Neufeld: :: orders something small and lighter, having had lunch around 11 :: Amanda Davis PhD: I think we need a translation. mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Nijil do you know who I am? Chirakis: ::nods to the server::: My usual. Dacia Sandero: ::observes Nijil:: mimipavilion: ::nods and activates the translator on the panel above Nijil's bed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Fomai... :: he moves his hand from under the blanket and waves it, wanting something from the doctor :: P A D D.... ? Chirakis: ::when the server leaves::: Relax, Lieutenant. ::casually:: Your tension is palpable. mimipavilion: ::hands him a nearby empty PADD:: This? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Tarisa: Miana> Want to go to the commerce level and get food? Amanda Davis PhD: ::watching his vital signs, especially his brain::: mimipavilion: ::hands it to him:: Annisha: Sounds good. Alexis McFarland: Yes, where did you have in mind? Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Co and another officer nearby...and decides to just stay at the bar...introductions can be another day.. :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs:: Chirakis: ::sips her Romulan ale::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts tapping commands, albeit slowly :: Sierra Robinson: :: server arrives with Menu :: Thanks! Ethan Neufeld: :: makes a scoff-like laugh and leans back from the table to gaze at her curiously :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ae a le now? Tarisa: Miana> We can decide when we get there. Chirakis: ::serious, but still fairly casual::: Lieutenant, do you know why you were sent here? Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Ok, sounds good to me. Nijil tr'Korjata: There. Ugh. Can you understand me now? mimipavilion: Yes definitely. Dacia Sandero: Ah, that's better. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> Special is the Nuvian pasta with salad. Let me know when you are ready. Amanda Davis PhD: ::slight thankful sigh:: Chirakis: ::watching him for his answer::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm back.. I guess Prani was able to help on this end. How long have I been gone? Ethan Neufeld: ::inhales deeply, gaze narrowed:: Guessing you're about to tell me. Chirakis: ::Puts down her ale::: I would, but unfortunately I cannot. Annisha: :: Goes with the girls :: Sierra Robinson: :: nods and continues reading the latest communique from her sister :: mimipavilion: ::looks at the others then back at Nijil:: About 3 days Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starts to sit up, but feels like his muscles aren't working right :: What? Three days? Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at Commerce with the others.:: Chirakis: However, what you believe and the reality of it is... complicated. But I suppose you suspected that. mimipavilion: Take it easy Nijil Tarisa: Miana> ::Sniffs.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He felt his chest :: Well... that's gone. Ethan Neufeld: ::chuckles a tad on the disillusioned side:: Hmm. Nijil tr'Korjata: They missed the mark. Alexis McFarland: ::walks around the commerce section:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her beer...not bad actually, a microbrew? :: Nijil tr'Korjata: It was a lot longer for me... mimipavilion: So Prani told us. ::holding back her laughter:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You mean that I was a woman, back in the past? mimipavilion: Yes Chirakis: Apparently you were not wanted... for whatever reason. So... I asked for you, and it was granted. Though few know that, and it would be best to leave it that way. Tarisa: Miana> What about that place? :;Points at Antonio's:: I have never been there before. Nijil tr'Korjata: It was an unexpected experience. Annisha: Sounds fancy.. let's go Alexis McFarland: Looks fancy. mimipavilion: I'm sure it was. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> It smells yummy. Amanda Davis PhD: ::listening and watching::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sixteen months passed for us. Alexis McFarland: It does. I think Dacia said she likes going here. Chirakis: Does that disturb you? Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought I missed the birth of my child Annisha: Can we even sit at the tables? Scott Coleridge: ::slips out of the AG field:: Computer, pause playback. Switch to Andorian ritual chants, Mazho'tak region. Sunbringer ceremony. Dacia Sandero: No... Alexis McFarland: I hope so. mimipavilion: No not yet. Alexis McFarland: I also hope they serve kids. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, that's something. Tarisa: Miana> ::Walks up to the door.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: starts to laugh :: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the latest headlines are on a display screen at the bar...something about a new resort opening up on Earth...:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh no, I'm short again Ethan Neufeld: ::a flash of incredulity and then a head shake:: No. Chirakis: :::relaxing, sipping her ale::: Ethan Neufeld: Surprises. mimipavilion: Nijil, I'm going to ask you questions in regards to what happened. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flexes his hand in front of him :: Chirakis: :::waits until the waiter serves, then leaves::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Power this...power that :: mimipavilion: What do you remember after you ended up in Prani's body? Tarisa: Miana> ::Walks into Antonio's, looking around.:: Wow. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> Hello Ensign, ready to order? Alexis McFarland: Ooh, fancy. ::Looks around as they're ushered to a table:: Scott Coleridge: ::sips from some kind of tea that is supposed to be healthy for you:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au mean did I remember everything from before I was transported through the wormhole? Sierra Robinson: Slice of the Hawaiian....side salad please.. Simple French. Thanks. Chirakis: :::slow nod, still sipping her ale:: I know your history, Lieutenant. mimipavilion: Yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: If so, I remember everything. It was like cold water flowing over me. Time stopped... then I woke up in a bed in a dimly lit room. Another Yith was there, Muuhi. She was the woman from my dreams by the way. Ethan Neufeld: Hmm. What are you up to, Chirakis? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, yes. Tarisa: Miana> ::Glancing at the menu.:: Chirakis: ::looks up, thinking, then puts her ale aside::: Chirakis: Explain what you are asking. I am unfamiliar with "what are you up to". Tarisa: Miana> What is Ale? It is under specialty drinks. Nijil tr'Korjata: I remember everything, but I gained a lot of memories while in Prani's body. She said it was a gift for all the trouble. :: excitedly :: There's more in my mind. Will just take time to unlock. Alexis McFarland: It makes you act all funny mimipavilion: ::nods:: Ethan Neufeld: ::wry smirk:: Why did you ask for me? Nijil tr'Korjata: I think Muuhi really liked Prani... they worked together for more than a decade.. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tilts her head slightly.:: Funny how? Annisha: :: Sitting :: mimipavilion: ok Alexis McFarland: You say and do things you normally wouldn't. But daddy let me smell a bottle of it, and I didn't like it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I liked her too.. I can see why now. She's a doctor as well. Chirakis: Ah... well, there are many who would like to see you hang - which is ridiculous. Then there are others who understand your abilities. You are a valuable operative, a leader among other things. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grimaces:: I will pass then. ::Keeps looking at the menu.:: Annisha: I sipped it once while on that planet.. something green... was not nice Sierra Robinson: :: sips beer and notes children on station...hmm nice to see...returns to her PADD she is reading :: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes tea and then gets ready for a massage:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Annisha: I was really thirsty... Alexis McFarland: I guess it's better than being thirsty. ::looks at the menu as well:: Oh, this looks nice ::pointing at the lasagne:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: This station.... is in need of quality officers, especially those who have 15 years of impeccable service as an operative. Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi explained at length the process for her technology. Chirakis: Some said that putting you here was a waste. I know otherwise. mimipavilion: Really?! Nijil tr'Korjata: We knew you and Prani would try it from your end. We were trying to manufacture a broken part. Was just taking time. Tarisa: Miana> ::Eyes brighten.:: Ooo...grilled fish with pasta. Dacia Sandero: Ooh Chirakis: :::relaxes, nonchalant, as she eats::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll try to write a report on it when I feel better. Chirakis: But you have a choice. Chirakis: :::watching him carefully as she enjoys her dinner:: mimipavilion: That would be beneficial. What other things did you experience? Alexis McFarland: ::also orders a glass of cola:: Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to the server, and he turns away::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I had to learn their language. I learned about the Yith culture. I had long hair... Ethan Neufeld: ::sits stonily quietly through the end of her remarks, food untouched:: Hmm. You're not remotely concerned about how this might end? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets an Andorian Blueberry Fizz to drink.:: mimipavilion: Hmmm... Nijil tr'Korjata: She had to teach me somethings at a more basic level.. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> :: deliver's Sierra's meal :: Anything else? Chirakis: How this might end? No one knows how things might end. Sierra Robinson: Refill on the beer..thanks. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know a lot more about being female than I ever wanted to know. Dacia Sandero: ::smirks:: mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Chirakis: You don't have to make a decision now, Lieutenant. Consider it more of an offer. Nijil tr'Korjata: I visited their capital.. marvelous city.. tall spires... Chirakis: :::returns to her dinner::: Dacia Sandero: Oooh. Scott Coleridge: ::didn't realize the toll the past few weeks have taken on him:: I need to relax more. Nijil tr'Korjata: I had to fend off a few advances from males at the night club. Muuhi thought I needed to loosen up a bit. She was just getting me drunk. Dacia Sandero: Sounds familiar... Ethan Neufeld: ::sighs, nodding:: I'll think about it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I had to learn how to dress, bathe... au name it and I had to do it. Chirakis: ::nods::: Take as much time as you need. Sierra Robinson: Waiter> :: delivers beer and goes away :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I worked long nights diagnosing the problem mimipavilion: ::nods taking notes:: Annisha: Hmm.. au know combined we are old enough. Alexis McFarland: Another waiter> ::Delivers Alexis' lasagne and cola:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::watching Nijil's brain patterns, which are very interesting considering what his brain has experienced::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She taught me how to braid hair, said I'd need it for Annisha. Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Yes, that's true Nijil tr'Korjata: I crafted a stringed instrument to pass the time, take my mind off the problems. Ethan Neufeld: ::sits quietly for a bit, beginning to weigh things out, and then begins eating:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes another blurb about A Ferengi Stock acquisition on the News :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets her food and begins eating.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have performed for Muuhi songs that won't be around for a millennia. Alexis McFarland: ::Starts eating as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I was hard not to stray... :: his demeanor turned sad :: mimipavilion: Was there anything else that may be beneficial to tell? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sips her fizz.:: Mmm Alexis McFarland: ::takes a sip of her cola with ice:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope Prani was able to discover what may happen to her people., Chirakis: ::relaxed for the first time in days, especially enjoying her dinner::: Annisha: :: drinks :: mimipavilion: That I could not tell you. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the nice Neon element spelling "Antonio's" Behind the bar :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani would not tell... au may not allow her to pass on that knowledge. Annisha: Whatever this is, this is good. Nijil tr'Korjata: Did Prani behave herself while here? Alexis McFarland: That's good. I don't know what that is either. Ethan Neufeld: ::sits back in a relaxed manner, finishing his water... but feels like a cat petted in the wrong direction:: Chirakis: :::receives a message, checks, then turns it off without responding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She did not do anything to my body? mimipavilion: Meaning... I don't think she looked to see. I believed she did behave herself. Nijil tr'Korjata: Muuhi thought she would. It looks like our technologies were roughly compatible. Chirakis: ::continues to relax, enjoying her dinner, and being away from CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: They are nice people from what I saw. Would have made a welcome member of the Federation. Amanda Davis PhD: :::brain waves are settling down::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, now I know another language... that no one else speaks. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the taste of the beer...light...but flavorful..:: Waiter is this a micro brew? Reminds me of a one I had in San Francisco. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Well that's all I have for now. Why don't you rest some more. Dacia Sandero: ::glad Nijil seems to be doing well:: Ethan Neufeld: ::thinks, observes, thinks some more and then sighs:: It's been a while. Picked up an interesting package last time I was here. Everything still copacetic? Sierra Robinson: Bartender> We serve Starfleet obviously so, we did a little homework. That is all I can disclose. :: grins hand hands the check :: Chirakis: ::leans back, slight smile::: I am not Terran, Lieutenant. Explain "copacetic". Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoying her meal.:: mimipavilion: ::leaves Nijil's room so he can rest:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, I have a lot of memories to ponder.... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lays back down :: Alexis McFarland: ::enjoying her meal as well, wiping her hands and mouth:: Ethan Neufeld: ::scoffs:: You know, it's not a disgrace to use a translator. Chirakis: ::nod:: I understand. I prefer to ask the question. Annisha: Glad my father makes a lot of credits...right? Right? Ethan Neufeld: Hmm. Copacetic: Uh, is everything "in good order." Alexis McFarland: Yep. Or in my case, my grandpa. mimipavilion: ::walks over to her office:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Chirakis: I see... as good as it can be. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (two minutes) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: As he lays down, he sings a song of the Yith, in their native tongue :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::intrigued::: Ethan Neufeld: ::nods:: What about you? "As good as it can be?" mimipavilion: ::starts writing her report about Nijil:: Chirakis: ::slight nod::: There is always something happening on this starbase. One never knows what might happen the next minute. So... things are well, as good as can be. Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Ethan Neufeld: ::looks thoroughly amused by that answer:: Alexis McFarland: Now, what about dessert? ::looks at the dessert menu:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done. I hope everyone doesn't overeat. Chirakis: Relaxation, though, is best. Chirakis: TBS will be until the next day at 0700. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |22 May 2020 10 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.161 TBS is 1 day. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Personnel involved in the Nijil/Prani transmission are slowly settling down. Commander Kital is in the medical center with her bond mate, Commander Korjata. He will remain there until he receives release by Dr Pavilion. Station maintenance continues. Equipment that was used in construction of the micro-wormhole has been designated top secret compartmentalized. It has been secured and guarded in the security complex. Everyone else is relaxing unless paperwork is involved.

No Worms in the Wormhole Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 The lights went out on the commerce deck, leaving everyone in the dark long enough for screams and a lot of grabbing hold of one another and hoping it’s the right person and not the neighbor’s husband. Or wife, but it’s usually pretty easy to tell which is which. Within seconds, emergency lighting flicked on, the screams and grabs settled down, and after a gasp with everyone looking up and around, a cacophony of questions in various languages—some not the best words to translate—echoed from the commerce deck into CnC. Pushing away from the CnC overlook, Captain Chirakis turned slowly towards the OPS console as she pinched the bridge of her nose and winced to quell a growing headache. “Lieutenant Hargraves, contact engineering and ask them if they were successful,” she ordered, her words close to a whisper. “And get security to the commerce deck to calm... those... people... down.” She heard his “yes ma’am” but nothing else as she slowly settled into the command chair. “They’re a little busy down there, ma’am,” Hargraves reported. “The transport was successful but the wormhole destabilized and overloaded the buffers. Main power is shut down to prevent a total system overload.” Something was missing. “And…?” “And… uh.…” Hargraves dug in to scan reports. “The medical complex is on emergency backup, and… emergency lighting is on throughout the station, but… you know… it’s not really good lighting, at least it’s not like we have here, or in the med complex, or in....” He skidded to a halt as the captain’s hand flew up. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Just keep me apprised,” she sighed as her eyes closed knowing that it would make it more difficult to stay awake. “And… unless it is an emergency, if anyone calls, I’m not available.” The last three days, or 72 hours, had been grueling to the point of exhaustion. Engineers and science personnel had worked through the nights while medical personnel stood ready for any situation, everyone hoping that as soon as the micro-wormhole engaged, thoughts would transfer from Prani to Nijil and vice versa. The stress of working and/or waiting had pressed their endurance beyond the limit. But now, with the aid of the micro-wormhole supplied by the Yith, Aegis’s duty was done. Except for the power outage, of course. Engineering minions could take care of that. As soon as possible, the captain released engineering and science from duty, ordering them to rest and recuperate. She would do the same, but only after the mechanism that created the micro-wormhole—at least what was left of it—would be locked and guarded in the security complex. If it fell into the hands of the Alien Alliance, not only Aegis, but the entirety of the Joint Allied Powers would be in jeopardy. Thankfully, the Yith technology was secure. After briefing the next watch, Kirel climbed to the station’s pinnacle where she could be alone, stare into space, and forget most of what could easily have happened.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/15/20 = /\ = = /\ = 9 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.160 = /\ = TBS is 1 day. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are working on a stable micro-wormhole. If everything goes well, Nijil’s brain will contain his thoughts and Prani's brain will contain her thoughts. Starfleet Command has not reported on the lost ships. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering at a duty station :: Chirakis: :::CnC, Tactical, covering for Cayne who is covering for Coleridge, who is making things happen for the wormhole::: Jylliene: ::more or less just keeping an eye on how all the systems seem to be meshing:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::medical complex, monitoring several things::: Chirakis: ::sweeping the area, full contact with USS Missouri::: Sierra Robinson: Excuse Me.. Chief Coleridge? Chirakis: ::giving a sigh, she steps back from the tactical console, without turning, she asks:: Commander Kital, Inform Commander Coleridge that we need a SITREP. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the Chief Engineer...:: Jylliene: +Coleridge+Ops to Commander Coleridge. Dacia Sandero: ::monitors stuff as well:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the page and pauses returning to her station :: Sierra Robinson: :: monitors the reactors...checking the field coil data again :: Scott Coleridge: +Jylliene+ Coleridge here. Amanda Davis PhD: ::needs tea.. a lot of tea, since the transfer is taking so long::: Jylliene: +Coleridge+Ops to Commander Coleridge. mimipavilion: ::does some remote testing of equipment from her office:: Scott Coleridge: +Jylliene+ Coleridge here. Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::scones, tea, and a hot pad helps her hunt for Mimi::: Jylliene: +Coleridge+ The captain requests a SITREP, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading data from the attempt :: Sierra Robinson: :: notes all cores are in the green as well as their coils :: mimipavilion: ::glad she's in her office with time to do the remote testing:: Scott Coleridge: +Jylliene+ Everything is a go on our end. Are medical and science ready? Amanda Davis PhD: ::peeks into Mimi's office::: Tea and scones, Mimi? Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Nijil/ Prani :: Anxious to get home? Jylliene: +Scott+ I'll be checking with them next, sir. Amanda Davis PhD: ::mimi:: And any word on progress regarding the wormhole? ::sets the scones on Mimi's desk::: mimipavilion: ::a bit startled by Amanda:: Oh... yes please. This remote testing of equipment, so I can monitor and stuff, can be a bit overwhelming. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks to Robinson :: This is a dangerous operation, so I am more concerned for Nijil. mimipavilion: For the wormhole, nothing yet. I'm sure Scott is making sure everything is up to spec Jylliene: +Scott+ Thank you, sir. Sierra Robinson: :: realizes that was a stupid question :: Ah I see..Uhm well...nontheless...a gal being in a guys body, I can only imagine. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. Yes, they can be. Corpsmen are standing by in Neurosurgery in case they are needed. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Good Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis and Annisha.:: Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: Affirmative from Commander Coleridge, ma'am Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Ensign, did you need something? Tarisa: ::Steps into Medical.:: Alexis McFarland: ::hanging out with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Thank you, Commander. IKS Fek’lhr is standing by. Dacia Sandero: ::hears someone come in:: Hello. ::smiles:: Jylliene: Shall I check with the other departments? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Hello. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Chief :: Yes uhm question? I realize I am new here, so forgive me for asking this ...but our array of reactors..will the warp coils, be protected from the Verteron Pulses we are going to generate? Chirakis: ::nod:: Yes, Commander Kital. I want to be notified when they are ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: They should be heavily shielded. The pulses will converge away from the station. Tarisa: How are things on your end of the project? Jylliene: ::sends out requests to Tarisa and Mimi to ask for their status on the project:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks around:: Where is Dacia? Sierra Robinson: :: notes Nijil speak :: I just had that concern...that is all.. I will go back to my station. Dacia Sandero: I'm out here. ::to Amanda:: mimipavilion: ::get a message from Jylliene and replies "We're ready.":: Tarisa: ::Stops as she gets pinged.:: Hmm... :;Sends a reply, stating she is almost done running numbers, then they will be good.:: Dacia Sandero: ::turns to Tarisa:: Yeah, we're pretty much ready here. Amanda Davis PhD: :::leans forward to peek out of Mimi's office:: Oh.. Dacia. We have scones. Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: Medical is a go. Science is nearly there. Dacia Sandero: Oh thank you :::takes some:: Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: What's the first thing you're going to eat when you're back in your own body… and your own time? Chirakis: Excellent. Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: My niece will be jealous. Sierra Robinson: :: walks back to her duty station monitoring the power grid :: Ethan Neufeld: :: in/on a holodeck, reserved... climbing a simulated cliffside at Norfork Lake, Arkansas in mid-Summer :: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, mine too. She loves Amanda's scones. Amanda Davis PhD: OH... :::looks up:: They're ready. Excuse me. I'll be in neurosurgery. :::leaves to gear up:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Miana has bragged about the tea and scones she had while here. Though she never said where they came from. Chirakis: ::focused:: Commander Kital, you are relieved. I will take OPS. Go. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Alexis not so much, since I already know where they come from. ::giggle:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: :::monitoring several areas of CnC at once, but she's done it before::: Jylliene: ::turns over the station and goes to the TL:: Tarisa: ::Gets pinged again.:: Oh good. Everything looks good. ::Relays completion to OPS.:: Alexis McFarland: ::eats a cookie:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Eat? I've not thought about it. Depends on how hungry my own body is I suppose. Jylliene: ::takes the TL to medical:: Scott Coleridge: Surely there must be some delicious food you miss from your milieu. Nijil tr'Korjata: We are a way off from getting back Commander. Chirakis: AUX OPS> :::sits, stopping all traffic in the area until further notice::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Also eats cookie.:: Mmm... Though not as good as the one we had when we were hurt. Jylliene: ::arrives in medical:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes everything is nominal :: mimipavilion: ::goes into main medical:: Tarisa: ::Turns, seeing Jylliene.:: Chirakis: AUX OPS> ::informs security::: Nijil tr'Korjata: There are more varieties here, but the Federation has encountered more species in their travels. Amanda Davis PhD: ::geared up and ready::: Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I remember those. I should ask Dacia if she can bring me some more. You can come over and we can have them. Jylliene: Ah. Is this where .. the procedure will be? Jylliene: ::to Tarisa: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Hello. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: In the surgery ward. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes. Chirakis: +Aegis to Missouri+ Stop all traffic and stand by until further notice. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm. Jylliene: Should I suit up? Tarisa: Miana> I liked the blueberry ones. Ethan Neufeld: :: reaches the top edge about twelve meters up and jumps :: Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: Have the Yith expanded across much of the galaxy in your time? Alexis McFarland: I hope there is some. Tarisa: ::Looks to Dacia and Mimi for that answer.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, only in our own sector. mimipavilion: ::to group:: we all should go suit up. Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Very well. Jylliene: ::goes to do so:: mimipavilion: ::goes to suit up just off the neurosurgical room:: Tarisa: ::Suiting up, and is very fortunate the suit is loose enough for her tail to slip down a leg hole.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::waiting for Prani to enter the medical complex::: Dacia Sandero: ::begins to suit up as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: I think they'll want you in medical. ::points to the console:: I'll keep everything ship-shape here. Dacia Sandero: ::checks her equipment::: Jylliene: ::finishes scrubbing & suiting, finds an out-of-the-way corner of the room:: Tarisa: ::Joins Jylliene.:: mimipavilion: ::finishes suiting up and such and goes to neurosurgery:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::to the corpsman:: Prepare Commander Korjata when he enters. Amanda Davis PhD: :::intentionally not saying Prani::: Sierra Robinson: Good Luck Prani. :: smiles :: Dacia Sandero: ::joins the others:: Jylliene: ::practicing old meditation techniques she learned back when she was in preparation for joining:: Chirakis: :::Bravo watch assists in CnC:::: Tarisa: Miana> Annisha has been very quiet lately. ::Nibbles on her cookie.:: Scott Coleridge: ::standing by in engineering:: +Ops+ We're ready to generate the wormhole when everyone is in position. Alexis McFarland: Lot on her mind I guess. ::sits next to Miana, drinking her juice:: Chirakis: +ENG+ Understood. Standing by. Sierra Robinson: Ready to monitor power systems here sir. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Sierra:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::gears up Nijil and has a corpsman come in to assist with gearing up Jylliene::: Jylliene: ((Already geared up and waiting unobtrusively in a corner)) Amanda Davis PhD: +Engineering+ Medical is ready. Scott Coleridge: PULL THE LEVER, SCOTT! Scott Coleridge: ::pulls the lever, cackling:: mimipavilion: (remind me to schedule Scott's next physical) Chirakis: (will do) Amanda Davis PhD: :::standing beside Nijil as the assistants attend to Jylliene::: Ethan Neufeld: :: varies between sprints and leisurely swimming after resurfacing :: Jylliene: ((Wrong lever, Scott!) Scott Coleridge: ((Why do we even have that lever??)) Scott Coleridge: ::watches as the wormhole generator spins up to capacity:: Sierra Robinson: :: awaits what comes :: Scott Coleridge: Five... Scott Coleridge: Four... Scott Coleridge: Three... Scott Coleridge: Two... Scott Coleridge: One... Scott Coleridge: +Medical+ Wormhole initiated and stable. Tarisa: It is beginning to form. ::Monitoring from her corner.:: Sierra Robinson: :: observes power production readouts :: Amanda Davis PhD: +Eng+ Sending Prani in that direction. mimipavilion: +Scott+Understood mimipavilion: ::monitoring the vitals of Nijil's body:: Chirakis: :::standing in CnC.....waiting.... waiting...::: Dacia Sandero: ::checks the devices' readings:: Dacia Sandero: Looking good. mimipavilion: Vitals are holding Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Power readout? Amanda Davis PhD: Brain activity is stable. Amanda Davis PhD: :::notes the look in Nijil's expression::: Sierra Robinson: All stable and in the green sir. Dacia Sandero: ::monitors Nijil/Priani telepathically as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::watches wormhole readouts:: I can't believe this is working. Ethan Neufeld: :: climbs back up the cliff to dry and gather his belongings :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::exceptionally curious that is seems so simple::: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the field coil indicators on the reactors :: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: You able to sense Nijil at all? Jylliene: ::still meditative to keep calm while they all wait to see what happens:: Dacia Sandero: Not yet.... It's still early though. mimipavilion: Understood Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks up as Nijil's eyes blink and he looks around:::: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Power readouts surge as something happens to Nijil's brainwaves. Amanda Davis PhD: :::checks the monitor::: Tarisa: I am detecting power fluxuations. Sierra Robinson: Commander, Reactor outputs increasing...all reactors. mimipavilion: ::keeping an eye on his vitals:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::his eyes look around, that is::: Sierra Robinson: It is not just a single reactor...ALL of them. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Nijil's brain waves settle down... into familiar Romulan patterns. Amanda Davis PhD: Dr Pavilion, vital signs? Dacia Sandero: There, I think I sense him. mimipavilion: They're... normal for a romulan. Dacia Sandero: I hope Prani made it make back as well. mimipavilion: ::walks over Nijil:: Commander can you hear me? Scott Coleridge: ACTION> As the wormhole destabilizes, it overloads the buffers. Main power shuts down to prevent a total system overload. Tarisa: Losing wormhole stability Amanda Davis PhD: :::monitoring closely, then adjusting::: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the shutdown :: All reactors have SCRAMed....automatic safeties were engaged. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the main grid diagram :: The stations fusion reactors have kicked in sir... Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Sickbay is on emergency backup... the rest of the station plunges into darkness as emergency lighting switches on. Tarisa: And the anomaly is gone. Alexis McFarland: ::looks up at darkness:: What happened? Sierra Robinson: Emergency power is running sir. :: to Chief Coleridge :: Tarisa: Miana> Eep! ::Latches onto Alexis.:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::Notes that emergency backup has kicked... thank goodness:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: It's all right... Ethan Neufeld: :: stands in total darkness, dripping on the deck as the projectors shut down :: Sierra Robinson: Orders sir? Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Well, first priority is to restore main power. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh... yes. They did it. ::hovers over Nijil::: +Jylliene+ come in. Help us wake him up. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well.. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm exhausted. Chirakis: So.... TBS will be the next day - 24 hours. Chirakis: which means that engineering will be repairing what got messed up when the power went out... Chirakis: So.. comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |15 May 2020 9 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.160 TBS is 1 day. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are close to success regarding the micro-wormhole that will transfer Prani’s and Nijil’s thoughts into their own bodies. Since the micro-wormhole presses through both space and time, we are not sure what Prani will find on her side of the wormhole, nor will know what knowledge Nijil will bring back to Aegis. It’s complicated. Meanwhile, Captain Chirakis is monitoring information from Starfleet Command. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt have disappeared in a nebula. Starfleet Command has not heard from the scouting party.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 5/8/20 = /\ = = /\ = 8 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.159 = /\ = TBS is 1 minute. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 pm) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are working on a stable micro-wormhole that will allow a switch through space and time. If everything goes well, Nijil’s brain will contain his thoughts and Prani’s brain will contain her thoughts. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Sierra Robinson: :: sees the Commander flip " The Switch " :: Jylliene: ::CnC:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: :::in the Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::monitoring power:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks Prani's biosigns:: Chirakis: :::CnC, having heard something strange::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking Intensive care, just in case::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Down in engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::checking with her miiind:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Considering all the ways this could go horribly horribly wrong:: Sierra Robinson: :: wondering what will happen :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Throws hands up :: This will do nothing. :: sighs :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::then she moves into neurosurgery to confer with her attendants:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Nijil but does not say anything :: Dacia Sandero: ::readies other things:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting at a console in main engineering, watching the results. She wondered the accuracy of their calculations :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: Vertirons... Chirakis: :::Jyl:: Commander Kital, see if you can find what caused the crashing sound. I believe it came from engineering. ::as she monitors tactical, since her first is busy cutting things up::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Using his outside office tactical stations, wanted to see what was going on in the CnC and being in the office was not cutting it :: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. +Engineering+ Ops to Engineering. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Commander Coleridge :: Scott Coleridge: ::monitors the power spikes and other output:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::: exits the surgical complex and hunts for Mimi::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathers the latest simulation data and steps out of the lab:: mimipavilion: ::in her office until she's needed:: Dacia Sandero: ::hunts for another cup of tea::: Jylliene: +Engineering+ Ops to Engineering. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Engineering here Commander. Scott Coleridge: Well, that was a lot of data. Amanda Davis PhD: :::spots Mimi in her office and knocks::: Jylliene: +Eng+ Everything intact down there? We heard a crashing sound. Scott Coleridge: It's going to take a while to wade through the particulars. mimipavilion: Come in. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's going to be multi-spectral over four dimensions, and likely a lot more since I don't believe the Federation has much experience in creating a stable artificial wormhole. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I think the Commander here made some kind of tactile interface to the generator. Scott Coleridge: We have about zero experience. Jylliene: ::pondering:: Jylliene: +Eng+ ...I see. Everything is intact? Nijil tr'Korjata: It took me ten years to build the generator. Chirakis: ::receiving information from RSE Praetor, that is in low orbit:: Scott Coleridge: +Ops+ Coleridge here. The first test was a success, in the sense that it produced a lot of data. I don't know yet whether we have the kind of stability profile we need. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Integrity is holding. mimipavilion: ::looks up to see Amanda at the door:: Come in Amanda. Jylliene: I guess that means nothing actually crashed down there? Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: Scott Coleridge: +Ops+ The generator functions as intended. The micro-wormhole stayed open for the programmed duration. But there is a possibility the internal structure of the wormhole is malformed, which would result in the loss of anything we try to transmit through it. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I would wager a resonance was created at the point the generator released the most energetic particles. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::logs into a console and uploads the simulation data while also downloading the new results:: Chirakis: :::turns, nods to Jyl, listening::: Sierra Robinson: :: notes Tae'Lynn Dran's arrival ..another person she will have to introduce herself to when she gets a chance :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::Enters::: This waiting is the worst part. Jylliene: +Nijil/Prani, Coleridge+ I see. Keep us updated on the status. Nijil tr'Korjata: First step is to create a wormhole without much concern for spacial dimensions let alone time. mimipavilion: I know. Just glad to be using this time to catch up on the paperwork piling up on my desk. Nijil tr'Korjata: I mean, what are the chances we create one with an opening near a pulsar or blackhole? Jylliene: ::glances to Chirakis:: So it seems some sort of resonance with the test is what the crash was. No reported damage. Sierra Robinson: :: gets a status report and proceeds to download to a PADD :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks up from his work :: Jylliene: ::not seeing damage reports coming in or anything:: Scott Coleridge: Wait, that's it. Chirakis: ::long sigh::: If we endure this, we can endure anything. Nijil tr'Korjata: The generator in my end is a bit bigger than this station. A small rogue moon helps. Scott Coleridge: I totally forgot about that. ::tapping on the console:: The Federation *does* have experience with micro-wormholes. We once lost a starship in the Delta Quadrant and we used a pulsar to jumpstart a micro-wormhole communication system. Nijil tr'Korjata: Itinerant pulse. I read about it. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. Paperwork. Unfortunately, mine was done. May I help you with yours? Just sitting and waiting is driving me crazy. Amanda Davis PhD: ...and that's a strange thing for a doctor to say. mimipavilion: Sure. Amanda Davis PhD: ::sits:: Thank you. Sierra Robinson: Sounds like the old MIDAS array. Nijil tr'Korjata: Project Pathfinder if I read correctly.. and I read your text rather slowly Chirakis: ::contacts USS Missouri for a SITREP::: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Commander Coleridge with a PADD :: Power Grid Integrity data during the experiment sir. :: hands the Commander the PADD for inspection :: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Thank you, Ensign. Sierra Robinson: :: nods and returns to her Power Grid Monitoring Station :: Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: Since our generator isn't as powerful as the one on our end, instead of trying to supply a constant matrix, we could use itinerant pulses of verterons to re-stabilize it. Scott Coleridge: Easier on our generator, but sufficient to keep the wormhole open long enough to effect the transfer. Nijil tr'Korjata: Commander? Scott Coleridge: Yes? Nijil tr'Korjata: You don't have the technology to affect the transfer of our minds, so what was the plan? If the ends of the wormhole were close enough I could be beamed to them. Nijil tr'Korjata: I could repair our systems in the past and reconnect on this end. Scott Coleridge: I thought science and medical were working on that part. I was just building wormholes. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have not observed their work on the transfer. Amanda Davis PhD: ::flipping through Mimi's PADD work::: Scott Coleridge: I thought we were going to create a wormhole and then your people would do... their thing. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, if the timing is not right we miss the window Nijil tr'Korjata: We'd have to let them know when our next attempt was, then do it then. Nijil tr'Korjata: Or they could do the same, let us know when they are ready. Chirakis: :::USS Anjui is standing by::: Scott Coleridge: But if we manage to make a wormhole to the appropriate time, then they will know we're making an attempt. Scott Coleridge: ::scratches his head:: I'm confused again. Time travel is the worst. Scott Coleridge: Please don't tell me I brushed up on quaternions for no reason. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. Muuhi should be listening for attempts, as well as Nijil... once he is over the shock of being...me Sierra Robinson: ::: monitors the EPS grid for any ...post stress issues :: Nijil tr'Korjata: This is a literal 'timing is everything' Scott Coleridge: ::management really does a number on your practical skills, it turns out:: Chirakis: :::steps toward Jyl::: (w)Commander, when it is time for the change, leave. I will replace you at OPS if need be. Tae'Lynn Dran: Commander, the temporal variable being misaligned could in one simulation result in multiple transferals over several quantum barriers. I think the Captain might be miffed if you imprint multiple Nijil's over the entire crew. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Thank you, ma'am. Jylliene: ::sends a message to medical to ask them to inform her when they're ready to make the attempt so that she can be there.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: When will the next generation be attempted? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ours was on a ten hour cycle Dacia Sandero: :::gets the message::: I'm ready here, at least on my end. mimipavilion: ::gets a message notification from Jylliene and replies back that we're ready:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks up::: We're ready. Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: That's true. Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: We're capable of generating another wormhole at any time. I would like to go over this data some more, and consult science and medical about their progress, so we have a more concrete plan before we attempt anything... serious. Chirakis: ::her arms cross as she stands in the center of CnC::: +Scott+ Commander, report. Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Prani/ Nijil hoping that this isn't to disappointing :: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Captain, I'm encouraged by our initial test. I want to go over the data we just generated to make sure there aren't any subtle problems we still need to address. Then we'll be ready to convene the teams and take action. Jylliene: ::blinks:: Weren't they just doing their testing...? <q> Chirakis: :::sighs::: +Scott+ Very well. Carry on. Jylliene: ::sends another message to medical:: "You mean you're getting ready to do the transfer right now?"::: Jylliene: (written message, not verbal) Jylliene: ::confused by what she's been hearing from engineering, as they're still testing:: Dacia Sandero: ::makes an 'OK' sign:: Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: I'm not worried about "syncing." Ten hours there doesn't have to mean here. We can permute the wormholes across the subspace axes until we locate the correct intersection. Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: mimipavilion: ::sends a message "We did several tests in simulation::Amanda:: Jylliene sounds confused. Scott Coleridge: Actually I could write a program for that... but we should look over this data first. ::gestures at the readouts:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::already running simulations with the data:: Chirakis: :::returns to TAC::: Dacia Sandero: :::nods::: Yes, lots of tests. Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: I assume you and Tarisa have been discussing the quantum coherence problem? I hooked a Heisenberg compensator into the rig in case that helps. Jylliene: ::msg to med:: I mean that when you are about to attempt the actual transfer, let me know so that I can be there. Tae'Lynn Dran: That has been part of the simulations though the computer models have not been consistent. Amanda Davis PhD: I should go to her, Mimi. :::stands::: She'll need a friend by her side. mimipavilion: ::replies to Jyl, "Will do":: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Well she's on the CnC right now. Jylliene: ::Mimi:: "Thank you." Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: Good, as long as we're making progress, I think we're on the verge of everything coming together. Amanda Davis PhD: Thank you. +Jyl+ I'm coming down. Would you like some scones? Tea? Jylliene: ::puzzled:: +Amanda+ I'm...on duty. Tea? I suppose? Thank you. Chirakis: :::message from RSE Fek'lhr::: Jylliene: ::increasingly confused as to whether medical understood what she was asking or not:: Amanda Davis PhD: +Jyl+ I'll be right down. Amanda Davis PhD: :::tea in hand, she enters the lift::: CnC Tae'Lynn Dran: Not to divert from the current plan but would simply disassociating the entanglement clear the overwritten personality and allow the natural synaptic pattern to return? Jylliene: ::continues running analyses of power patterns:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::enters CnC with the tea... plus a few scones::: Chirakis: ::turns:: Doctor Davis. ::nods::: Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: My understanding is that this is not a true entanglement phenomenon but rather a complete synaptic repatterning at the quantum level. But I'm not the neurologist. Sierra Robinson: :: focuses in on energy readings supplying the warp fields that keep the subspace pocket in the power core intact :: Amanda Davis PhD: Hello, Captain. :::moves to Jyl::: Tea... and a few scones, just in case. ::turns:: Captain, would you like some scones as well? Jylliene: Thank you ::smiles:: Chirakis: :::slight turn in her direction::: Thank you, no. Perhaps later. Dacia Sandero: ::sipping her tea with a scone as she waits for everything to get started::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::settles in at Aux OPS::: I'll join you. It's been a trying few days. Sierra Robinson: :: opens another window on her terminal and reads if anything ...wormhole related could affect the chamber :: Jylliene: That it has been. Jylliene: ::nods in agreement:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Then getting the transfer matrix stable is even more of a concern. One inversion could be fatal. I am rather surprised it worked in the first place without casualties. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: Their technology seems to be quite advanced in this respect. Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: I appreciate your help with reviewing the data. Fresh eyes and all. I think I need to go talk to medical and make sure they're ready on their end. If you'll excuse me. Scott Coleridge: (q) Maybe keep an eye on... our guest. Tae'Lynn Dran: Perhaps, though I think a return method would have been a good idea. Somewhat like inventing supersonic flight before perfecting the landing gear don't you think? Chirakis: ((two minutes)) Tae'Lynn Dran: ::whispers:: Understood. Sierra Robinson: :: pulls something up on Verteron pulses and hopes nothing like that will be used :: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh... my.... +Mimi+ I left some scones in the oven in my office. Could you take them out, please? Scott Coleridge: ::Robinson:: Ensign, you have the deck. ::leaves engineering, thinking about the program he'll write to shoot verteron pulses at the wormhole to keep it stable:: mimipavilion: +Amanda+ Will do. Sierra Robinson: Understood sir. mimipavilion: ::gets up and rushes to Amanda's office to take the scones out of the oven:: Chirakis: ((last words)) Sierra Robinson: :: notes the huge deck before her...:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a moment to look at Coleridge's device:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sighs::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by Chirakis: TBS will be one day. Chirakis: Words for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Thank you for visiting, Commander Neufeld. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |8 May 2020 8 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.159 TBS is 1 minute. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science continue to work against time to transfer Prani’s thoughts to her own body and reinstate Commander Korjata’s thoughts. They are creating a stable micro-wormhole that will allow the switch through space and time. If everything goes well, the commander’s brain will contain his thoughts and Prani’s brain will contain her own thoughts. It’s complicated. Meanwhile, Captain Chirakis is monitoring information from Starfleet Command. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt have disappeared in a nebula. Starfleet Command has ordered a scouting party.

More to the Story Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 The Day Before - 6 June 2388 Silence reigned in Captain Chirakis’s office, so much so that it felt like a war room, and it very well could be. The office door’s external red light demanded complete privacy. Interior lighting turned to blue, and sound melted close to silence, allowing them to discuss classified information. For several hours the captain, Admiral Solokov, Captain Raza, and Vice Admiral Baldwin had been discussing the Alien Alliance, especially the empty stealth vessel that brought deadly viruses into Aegis space. USS Missouri destroyed the ship, then, not knowing it was contaminated, brought the ship aboard for inspection. Soon, the virus spread, causing the deaths of 37 Missouri personnel. Taking that into account, they discussed the technological virus on Aegis, especially whether the Aegis virus was an attack or a simple reaction to faulty technology. They had no definitive answer. The discussion continued, all focusing on Aegis. How, when, and where might the Alien Alliance attack? What is the most likely area to attack first? What strategies are most likely? Would they use starships, incendiary weapons, viral or biological weapons, weapons that would drag ships off course and into the nebulae, and how would they draw attention to one area before attacking another. Soon, the conversation segued into an alien fleet that had recently entered the nebulae, immense delta-winged stealth ships similar to the one that attempted to crash into Aegis. “How many of these ships have been seen, Admiral?” Kirel asked Solokov. “We know of seven so far. I don’t doubt that there are more crossing into Allied Powers’ space, though the first seven are the only ones we have detected.” “And the task force in Aegis space is presently…?” “USS Missouri, Admiral. They have moved into position just outside of Aegis space. RSE Praetor is in low orbit. IKS Fek’lhr and her support vessels are… somewhere in the area. USS Anhui is standing by.” “And they are cloaked?” “They have that capability, Admiral. However, if the Alien Alliance stealth vessels are capable of cloaking, we are in greater danger than expected.” “Um…” Solokov leaned back to rest an elbow on his chair. “Admiral Baldwin, anything else to discuss?” “No, Admiral.” “Captain Raza, anything new from SI-5?” “Other than the situation regarding a micro-wormhole, no, Admiral.” “Yes, the micro-wormhole.” Solokov’s lips pursed as he flipped his tablet over to take a look. “Progress in that?” “Some, Admiral. They are making progress, though slowly. It’s a sensitive situation. As soon as I know, you will be informed.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief | 1 May 2020 = /\ = = /\ = 8 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.159 = /\ = TBS is 25 hours. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are working on a stable micro-wormhole that will allow a switch through space and time. If everything goes well, Nijil’s brain will contain his thoughts and Prani’s brain will contain her thoughts. Also, we now have three science vessels that have disappeared: USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, her office::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::medical complex, calculating several things::: Scott Coleridge: ::also in engineering, having worked with his team through the night with short breaks to integrate the Heisenberg compensator into a setup that threatens to take over most of the free workspaces in the main engineering complex:: Chirakis: :::steps out of her office, not exactly happy, but dealing with it::: Jylliene: ((That's life right there.)) Chirakis: ((Definitely)) Sierra Robinson: :: observing EPS flow in the modified main engineering from a Standing station on a wall panel :: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sips her coffee and recalculates::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pacing while doing calculations in her journal:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting in class, patiently waiting for the lunch bell.:: Tarisa: ::In the lab, looking over some calculations as well.:: Annisha: :: With the gang :: Chirakis: (not for another hour, Miana) Chirakis: ::begins her usual pace around CnC::: Jylliene: ::biding the time, going over reports for the second - or was it the third? - time:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks over things:: Tarisa: ((Hehe. can't blame her for hoping.)) Chirakis: ((There is always hope)) Sierra Robinson: :: never thought she would see such a huge engineering area completely filled up, but not everyday someone decides to construct a wormhole :: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Hungry already? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holding her head and walking into medical :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mmhm Amanda Davis PhD: :::stops to think, then sighs, slowly getting up to get another cup of coffee::: Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working tactical and station business :: Chirakis: ::stops next to Jylliene::: How are you feeling, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Ow.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: This body... Jylliene: ::ponders that, unsure exactly herself:: Fair enough. It's been a strange few days. Jylliene: Routine is a comfort. Tae'Lynn Dran: I do wish we had another option. It seems we are trusting the word of this Prani a bit too openly. Amanda Davis PhD: ::hears Nijil/Prani::: Sierra Robinson: :: notes everything is nominal and walks over climate control system to see how much the new equipment might be affected the deck :: Dacia Sandero: We should be ready on our end, anyway. mimipavilion: ::hears Nijil/Prani:: Hey what's wrong? Jylliene: Thank you for asking. Chirakis: ::slow nod:: Indeed. Nijil tr'Korjata: My head hurts... I think, the drink. Chirakis: Remember that if you need an extra break, there are several who can sit in for you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene and I were eating dinner and I finished off a bottle of...something. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Though it seems we do not have a choice. Dacia Sandero: What'd you have? Tae'Lynn Dran: So we're told. Jylliene: I do appreciate that. When it comes time for them to make their attempt, I will want to be nearby, if possible. Amanda Davis PhD: ::Dacia has it under control, so she goes back to work::: Chirakis: ::nod:: Of course. Jylliene: Thank you again, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: What was it? I'm not familiar with names. Moscato? Chirakis: ::glances to Interior OPS, who returns a nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: That doesn't sound right. mimipavilion: ::sees Dacia has it and goes checks on Amanda:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the temperature is within normal operation parameters for deck 70 :: Dacia Sandero: Moscato? Ah, I see. Well, hopefully you didn't have too much. Nijil tr'Korjata: Is most of the bottle too much? Amanda Davis PhD: ::sipping coffee, thinking several things::: Alexis McFarland: ::writing down note on her PADD:: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: How are things going? Annisha: :: Thinking how weird her father is and about her friends :: Tarisa: The Captain is a hard person to fool. She has to have some faith in what we are doing, or else she would have never approved it. Jylliene: ((To be fair, Nijil has always been a bit weird. This is just a different weird.)) Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns, surprised a little::: Oh... well... there's not much I can do before it's time to proceed. Sierra Robinson: :: hums a soft tune as she works :: Amanda Davis PhD: The waiting is the worst part. Tae'Lynn Dran: I suppose so. mimipavilion: ::nods:: It is, is it not. Nijil tr'Korjata: Anything for this feeling doctor? Dacia Sandero: I'd say so. ::fishes out a hypo from a drawer:: Lemme give you something to help alleviate that ::injects a hypo:: That should neutralize the alcohol, yes Jylliene: Is there anything I can do for you? ::to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels tingly :: Amanda Davis PhD: I'm concerned.... but I think everyone who knows is concerned. Tarisa: ::Finishes look at her PADD.:: I have gone through these numbers numerous times. mimipavilion: Agreed. Chirakis: ::realizing she has been staring into space::: No, Commander. Not at the moment. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Amanda Davis PhD: I think I've drained the coffee pot several times. Chirakis: Except... do not push yourself. Dacia Sandero: There we go, you should start feeling better soon Jylliene: I will try not to. Tae'Lynn Dran: I do believe there should be a way to sever the connection and allow the natural personality to return. Neither would have any memory of inhabiting some other body. But, my research into quantum psionics is too limited to prove there would be no danger to the Subcommander. Nijil tr'Korjata: That's better. I have equations to review unless you know something of temporal differentials inside an Einstein-Rosen bridge. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the main power core and does a check she is able to do, the power core on Aegis being of Experimental design ..most of her reading time has been dedicated to understanding how it works. :: Chirakis: ::wanders through CnC and stops at Cayne's desk, noticing he's doing double duty::: Commander, I will take TAC. You just deal with Commander Coleridge's.... piles. Dacia Sandero: I'm afraid my knowledge of temporal differentials is quite limited. Tarisa: I see. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gestures with her hands :: You have to get the wormhole just right in four dimensions. Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink, turns hearing Prani::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hops off the bed :: Thanks. I am off to engineering. Chirakis: ::slow walk to TAC, logs in and begins a thorough sweep of the area::: Dacia Sandero: I'm certain you do. No problem. See you soon, I hope Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns:: Yes, the numbers seem solid. Just, can we actually achieve so fine a frequency range? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: She found the nearest lift :: Engineering. mimipavilion: ::smiles at Amanda:: Scott Coleridge: ::sitting at a workstation muttering something about Jacobians:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets off at engineering :: Scott Coleridge: ::too engrossed in his calculations to notice Prani's arrival:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stands next to Robinson :: So, what do you think? Amanda Davis PhD: :::smiles back::: Thank you, Mimi. I needed that smile. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Anytime Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at the perimeter scans....nothing :: Tarisa: It depends on how well this micro-wormhole can be built. Sierra Robinson: :: at the warp field monitoring station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ensign? Dacia Sandero: ::refills her cup of coffee as well:: Sierra Robinson: :: turns :: oh Hello Prani. Chirakis: :::looks up, noticing that Cayne's focus is off and that the commander will be just a tad upset if all his paperwork has not been finished when he returns::: Sierra Robinson: Main power is in good shape. :: smiles :: Chirakis: :::or more than a tad, perhaps::: Nijil tr'Korjata: The station is humming at the proper resonance. I can feel it. Chirakis: ::shifts to sweep the entire area::: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes one set of calculations and moves on to the next:: Sierra Robinson: Engineering is...occupied with lots of equipment right now... The Commander is here... somewhere...:: tries to peek around :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, I will check in with him. Amanda Davis PhD: ::stands to put her coffee away::: Well... standing and waiting for something to happen doesn't help. Mimi, do you have anyone in sick bay who needs attention? Nijil tr'Korjata: One moment. :: goes to look for Coleridge :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up and finally sees Prani:: Ah, Prani/Nijil. mimipavilion: At the moment, no. Chirakis: :::gets the feeling that there is a happy man working in engineering at the moment::: Scott Coleridge: Over here, over here. I finally think I have the waveguide oscillation coefficient tweaked. Nijil tr'Korjata: You’re trying to replicate my work I see. Sierra Robinson: :: smiles wonders how all this will be put together :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well, that's a first. I'll go into my office and finish up, then. Amanda Davis PhD: Let me know if there is something I can help you with. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Peers :: If you can maintain that power output for that long. Alexis McFarland: ::Sighs, reclines in her seat:: mimipavilion: Will do Amanda. And take a breather. I don't want you, shall we say, going mental. Annisha: :: Turns to Alexis :: What's on your mind? :: giggles :: Jylliene: ::working on power distributions from her end, seeing where she can shunt needed resources for the procedure:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, well, I'm sure people can wait on sonic showers for a little. Chirakis: :::notices a few ships docking that don't seem to fit the parameters of Aegis::: sends a message to security::: Nijil tr'Korjata: This brain is a bit different in its arrangement, so pouring over my thoughts takes a while. Sierra Robinson: :: curiously follows Prani/ Nijil with her PADD :: Scott Coleridge: I think we're ready to do a test run. Without you in the loop, of course. But I want to see if we can generate the event horizon for at least 100 microseconds. Nijil tr'Korjata: Showers don't use that much power. You know they will be trying this in the past. They may get to us before we get to them. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks behind :: Ensign? Alexis McFarland: ::glances over at Annisha:: Not much, just spacing out. At least there're not much more days in the school year left Alexis McFarland: How you doin'? Nijil tr'Korjata: You don't trust me do you Commander? Sierra Robinson: If power is a problem I have an Ensign like Idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: I mean you don't have any reason to, trust takes time. Chirakis: :::throws several things up on the major tactical screen:: Annisha: Yeah, that isolation from the virus going around did things to me. Jylliene: ::looks up on the big screens:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Now I do have some simulated worst case scenarios. Hopefully we can program some back up routines to compensate. One involved the entire station getting sucked into the wormhole. The end calculations on that seemed, unpleasant. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees tactical updates :: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office until it's time:: Chirakis: ::overlaps incoming and outgoing::: Alexis McFarland: Aww, I know. That was pretty boring. Sierra Robinson: :: notes she should be quiet and walks back to her station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to the Commander and walks over to the Ensign :: Tarisa: That...does not sound reassuring. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ensign, you have a suggestion regarding immense power generation? Chirakis: ::as her eyes scan the screen:: +Scott+ Commander Coleridge, progress report. Scott Coleridge: ::thinks to himself, "It isn't about trust, you're asking me to build the most complicated artificial wormhole ever made by the Federation.":: Chirakis: :::shifts again to the shipyard and beyond::: Sierra Robinson: :: at her duty station , standing monitoring the EPS grid :: Uhmm well sir...This station is meant to service Starships,...Providing a source of power to them while they are docked through our service pylons...I wonder...if you needed more power in a pinch we could....reroute from the auxiliary vessels docked at the station . Tae'Lynn Dran: No, not really. But then not as bad as the one where we breach multiple dimensional barriers. Then we'd get to wreck several different realities at once. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Coleridge :: Yes, the Federation has not generated many. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Captain, from the engineering side, we're ready to perform some minor testing to see if the contrap… um, device that we've constructed will generate a stable event...”::realizes he's technobabbling:: We're ready for testing, sir. Sierra Robinson: Just a thought. :: smiles :: Tae'Lynn Dran: As I said, worst case. We're a lot more likely to blow a couple of systems. Chirakis: +com+ Very well. Carry on. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: It's not designed for that per se, but we'd have to route the warp plasma. I'll have to look into it. I don't know enough about specific starships. Scott Coleridge: +Ops+ Coleridge to Ops. Jylliene: +Coleridge+ Ops here. Go ahead, sir. Sierra Robinson: I hope this works for you Prani. Tarisa: ::Nods, trying not to think about worst case scenarios.:: Chirakis: ::shifts again toward the stealth vessel's angle of approach::: Chirakis: ::snaps for future review::: Sierra Robinson: :: notes Starship Captains with their ships hooked up to the experiment would probably want her servicing sonic heads the rest of her career :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I was thinking of Rihan vessels, they use artificial black holes as a power source. Scott Coleridge: +Jylliene+ Commander, I'm about to test the wormhole generator. I'm only going to establish it for a few hundred microseconds, so total the power drain shouldn't be too bad. But you will notice it for up to a minute as the capacitors build charge. Chirakis: ::thought::: +com+ Commander Coleridge, is there any part of the station that we should shut down when you make the transfer? Sierra Robinson: The one you...err...Nijil showed me in the shuttlebay. yes..a bit small but still lots of power. Chirakis: ::then looks to Jyll, hearing her conversation with Scott::: Sierra Robinson: :: taps and notes power reading are remaining nominal :: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ I'm not sure about specific parts, Captain. For testing, the auxiliary power should be enough to supplement what we're doing. I'll leave it up to Commander Kital to manage it as she sees fit. Once we're ready for the real deal, we'll need to decide what systems to shut down for the actual transfer event. Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihans have larger vessels and larger AQS systems Chirakis: +Scott+ Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::sees a member of his team approach:: Ah, my requisition. Thank you. Sierra Robinson: Would be nice to see those someday. :: turn to her readouts :: Bear with us please. Scott Coleridge: ::unpacks a large lever and hooks it into the console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Sure. :: takes a seat :: Jylliene: +Scott+ Keeping watch. Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office and weaves her way to neurosurgery to check a few things::: Tae'Lynn Dran: (that large level has just changed my whole mental image of engineering to steampunk) Sierra Robinson: Oh my. :: spots lever :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::uploads her recommendations for "disaster protocols":: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes connecting the lever:: I saw this in an ancient Earth movie ::mispronounces it "moh-vee":: Nijil tr'Korjata: Tactile feedback... Sierra Robinson: :: can't help but giggle at the Commander's reference :: err..sorry sir. Chirakis: ::refocus to a cloaked vessel:: Chirakis: ::obviously cloaked, not far away::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Studying his display :: Chirakis: ::watching carefully until.... D’deridex Class RSE Praetor appears to take the place of USS Missouri::: Chirakis: :::smiles::: Chirakis: :::which she seldom does::: Jylliene: ::is not used to this expression:: Chirakis: COM> Aegis OPS, USS Missouri preparing to depart. Scott Coleridge: ::sets up the simulation parameters:: Chirakis: ::looks to Jylliene::: Jylliene: +Missouri+ Ops here, Missouri. You are cleared for departure. Transmitting vector now. Scott Coleridge: Ok, so this will generate an event horizon for up to 500 µsecs, just long enough to confirm parameter stability. Jylliene: ::enters the parameters and sends them:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiles, reminds her of her tests years ago :: Chirakis: COM> Aegis OPS, parameters confirmed. Vector established. Departing. Jylliene: +Missouri+ Acknowledged. Safe travels to you. Chirakis: COM> Copy, Aegis OPS. Alexis McFarland: ::feeling hungry now that it's close to lunch time:: Scott Coleridge: All right, here we go. Scott Coleridge: ::puts his hand on the lever:: Throw the lever, Scott! Annisha: :: writing in her journal :L: Scott Coleridge: ::throws the lever and cackles:: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the power grid :: Chirakis: ::using the private tactical imaging to watch the test::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching for anyone taking advantage :: Scott Coleridge: ::watches the power levels build in the capacitor:: Yes. Charge. CHARRRRGE. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, now.... did it work? Alexis McFarland: I hope so? Chirakis: In our next episode of As Aegis Turns, we will find out. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: I feel like this is maybe not having the effect on Scott that it should. Chirakis: Methinks that he's having too much fun. Sierra Robinson: Fun is good Chirakis: After all, engineering... getting your hands dirty for once.... flipping switches.... Jylliene: Or comically big levers Chirakis: Or that. Scott Coleridge: Hey now, I never said it was *comically big*. Don't lever-shame me. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ludicrous speed... Chirakis: ::stifles a grin:: Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Once again, thank you for 100% attendance. Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |1 May 2020 8 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.159 TBS is 25 hours. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science continue to work against time to transfer Prani’s thoughts to her own body and reinstate Commander Korjata’s thoughts. They are creating a stable micro-wormhole that will allow the switch through space and time. If everything goes well, the commander’s brain will contain his thoughts and Prani’s brain will contain her own thoughts. It’s complicated. Meanwhile, Captain Chirakis is monitoring information from Starfleet Command. The science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt have disappeared in a nebula.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 24 April 2020 = /\ = = /\ = 7 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.158 = /\ = TBS is 0 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Nijil needs to get his thoughts back into his own body. Prani needs to get her thoughts back into her own body. Engineering, science, and medical teams are assisting Prani in the brain shift. The science vessel USS Rodman has joined science vessel USS Chi Song in disappearing. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::with her team in medical::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::sitting at her desk:: Chirakis: :::CnC, paging through the commander's work and realizing that he has much more to do than he should have to:::: Sierra Robinson: :: taps buttons in Engineering near the large 3D display of Aegis :: Scott Coleridge: ::in engineering, tinkering, enjoying getting his hands dirty for once:: Jylliene: ::having forwarded the diagnostics to the teams that she had the computer run:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::::turns to Dacia and Mimi::: Yes, this can be done. Tarisa: ::Enters the Science Lab, spots Dran.:: Hello Jylliene: ::still looking over the old files, just turning them over in her head, thinking of Prani's personality as she did:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I feel confident. Everything should be ready to go. Sierra Robinson: ::: notes the Commander :: Hello sir. Chirakis: (All personnel should be with their teams except for Cdr Kital) Tarisa: Miana> ::In class.:: Sierra Robinson: :: monitoring a low priority system :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::next to Miana, jots down some notes and stuff:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Hello, sir. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::paging through the info they have so far:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::engages the equipment monitor::: It should be fairly simple for us, and much more difficult for engineering and science. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Robinson, then returns to his calculations:: Annisha: :: Writing notes too...honest :: Dacia Sandero: That's the hope Tarisa: So, I talked with the Captain about searching for the missing ship, and unfortunately came up with more questions. Amanda Davis PhD: The brain patterns match perfectly. As soon as the wormhole is stable, we should be able to make the transfer. Dacia Sandero: Excellente Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks to Mimi and Dacia::: Is there anything else we should focus on? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going to her next stop :: mimipavilion: I don't think so. Dacia Sandero: I don't believe so as well Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station :: Tae'Lynn Dran: While I guess sending search teams is out of the question at the moment, did we get clearance to send any probes? Jylliene: ::ponders everything she had heard from Prani:: Chirakis: (w) No wonder Commander Coleridge is always exhausted. ::she turns toward Cayne:::: Commander, a word. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to science, walking along, looking at everyone as she passed :: Alexis McFarland: ::listens to the teacher, writing down what's on the holoboard:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes Captain? Amanda Davis PhD: So... now we wait. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Which also put us at a dead end for the moment. She does not want us to pursue this at the moment, until we get clearance from Starfleet. We have a new project we need to deal with. ::Slides her the PADD about Prani.:: I would like you to spearhead the Science portion, since you have more experience with biology than I. Dacia Sandero: Hopefully not a long wait Tarisa: Miana> ::Taking notes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Asks the computer where the science labs are :: Sierra Robinson: :: observes the Plasma distribution grid and taking a few notes with her PADD :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes the padd:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins reading:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Korjata here, how's it going? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives somewhere around the science lab :: Scott Coleridge: ::mutters something about anionic inflation models:: Chirakis: Since Commander Coleridge is working elsewhere and might be working elsewhere for some time, and since you are third in command.... you will take over as XO. Tae'Lynn Dran: This is interesting to say the least. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Really? :: thinks :: Alright. Sure is a change from the intelligence business. Tarisa: Indeed. Chirakis: Indeed it is. ::hands him a pile of information that needs tending to::: Enjoy. Chirakis: I will be in my office. The door will be open. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at what Miana is writing to compare notes:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Is the subject being detained anywhere? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sighs :: Thanks. I should take this in...my office.. mimipavilion: ::Amanda and Dacia:: If it's alright with you Amanda, I'll let the Captain know that we're ready just waiting on Science and Engineering. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Okay with me Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: As far as most of the crew is aware, Nijil is still Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: chimes the science door :: Chirakis: :::turns::: I doubt that Commander Coleridge would enjoy you using his office. ::points::: Use an external console. Tarisa: ::Ears flick as she turns to the door.:: Enter. Sierra Robinson: :: notes some Ferengi Engineering text and runs translation program Sierra1 noting the impulse plasma distribution nodes and apertures :: Scott Coleridge: +Prani+ Coleridge to Prani. When you have a moment, I'm going to need your help calibrating the verteron matrix thresholds. The event horizon in the simulations refuses to stabilize. Amanda Davis PhD: So... until we are needed, this room will be secured, and we will go about other business. Tae'Lynn Dran: That would seem a major security breach. I would...::pauses as the door opens:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed. Jylliene: ::wonders if Prani liked the bizarre disco polka fusion music:: Tarisa: Commander Colleridge is currently in charge of Engineering. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ That's because that is not what we used on our end, Commander. Sierra Robinson: :: notes all energy transfer systems are ready for whatever the Commander is working on :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ I'll help in a moment, introducing myself to the science department. Chirakis: :::sits at her desk to begin her routine of reading through information from Starfleet Command::: Scott Coleridge: +Prani+ Well I don't exactly have any exotic matter lying around. ::pause::you never do know what Jorahl has in that shipyard of his:: So how did you stabilize an event horizon of such size? Scott Coleridge: +Prani+ Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::looks around for a member of his team, but doesn't see any, turns to Robinson:: Ensign. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+ You place a high energy generator in a large asteroid for one. Amanda Davis PhD: ::secures the room and heads to the lounge::: +Coleridge, Tarisa+ Medical is ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters science :: Hello? Sierra Robinson: :: turns to the Commander:: Yes Sir? mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: I'll go to the CnC and inform the Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::still reading the padd and eyeing Nijil/Prani over the edge:: Tarisa: ::Sees Nijil/Prani enter.:: Hello. Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns::: Good idea, Mimi, and thank you. I have a few subjects for review. Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Please take one of the auxiliary transporter rooms offline, and then pull one of its Heisenberg compensators and bring it back to me. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia you have medical until I get back. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hello. You are... I know a felinoid.... Uhm... Tari-something. ::extends her hand :: Dacia Sandero: Okay. mimipavilion: ::exits medical via the tl:: Tarisa: +Davis+ Understood, Doctor. We will be joining you shortly. Our guest just arrived. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the padd down and picks up a tricorder::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens, but does not understand the context :: Tarisa: ::Takes hand.:: Tarisa will be fine. Sierra Robinson: Of course sir. :: walks over to an Engineering Kit stowage area....:: Give me a few minutes . :: smiles and departs for the nearest one.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::takes a cup of fresh coffee and sits in the lounge to page through information::: +Tarisa+ Understood. Scott Coleridge: Build me a wormhole, they said. Make it tiny, they said. Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, you have clearance right? :: looking at Tarisa :: Scott Coleridge: ::holds fingers out and moves them closer together:: The smaller they are, the bigger they fall. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scanning Nijil/Prani:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at one padd, then another :: Ugh :: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC and looks for Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::her office door is open::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Of course. So does my assistant, Lt. Dran. Nijil tr'Korjata: Tarisa. :: excitedly :: I am sorry for being so excitable. It's been a while since I met new people. Chirakis: ::tossing out most of the superfluous information from SF Command::: Jylliene: ::lightly drumming her fingers on the console:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters lift and designates level firing up her Tricorder :: Dacia Sandero: ::checks everything again, nods:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: mimipavilion: ::sees the door to her office and heads over and knocks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: extends her hand to Dran :: And you too. Tae'Lynn Dran: Hello::keeps scanning:: Chirakis: ::looks up::: Dr Pavilion, come in. Scott Coleridge: ::returns to tinkering with the veteron matrix threshold simulations:: Maybe if I adjust the cosmolo… no, Scott, keep it together. mimipavilion: ::enters:: Captain Nijil tr'Korjata: I know this is all new to you, but you have no idea how relieved I am to be myself. Sierra Robinson: :: exits onto Deck 108 and enters her access code to the available reserve transporter..:: Scott Coleridge: Bridged quantum tunnelling… no, that's too low-bandwidth. Braided n-brane slicing? No, too difficult to control. We might end up with hundreds of parallel Nijils and Pranis running around, and then they'd blame me for it. Sierra Robinson: :: walks up to the console and puts the TR in service mode...and proceeds to one of the aft panels behind the TR PADD assembly :: Tarisa: I could not imagine. Tarisa: ::Watching Dran scan.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am going to work on the temporal considerations for this attempt from this side. I hope what they can generate to the needed specifications. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the readings:: mimipavilion: I'm here to give you an update on behalf of our Counselor. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Sierra Robinson: :: retrieves a lamp from her engineering kit and begins to work on getting the Commander his Compensator :: Chirakis: Please. ::waves a hand::: Have a seat. Scott Coleridge: ::pulls up a few of his old papers on applications of Kaluza-Klein spaces:: I know there's a formula in one of these. Jylliene: ::blinking light on console...reads message...pales:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ ops to Captain Chirakis. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat, a little softer:: It's about Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: Is there anything I can help with now? Nijil tr'Korjata: Any questions? Annisha: :: Writes in her note padd :: Chirakis: ::relaxes in her chair:: What about Nijil? Tae'Lynn Dran: Is your species telepathic to any degree? Alexis McFarland: ::Draws some doodles in as well:: Jylliene: ::not hearing a response, figures she's busy, sends on the message of yet another disappeared science vessel, USS Agincourt:: Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + For the Record Sir, Auxiliary Transporter Room A, Deck 108 is out of service due to ....current project to remove its Compensator. Jylliene: ((Hope there's a REALLY BIG out of order sign on that thing)) Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Thank you, Ensign. Please add it to the duty log and carry on. Tarisa: Miana> Ooh pretty. :;Speaking softly.:: Chirakis: :::a slight ping on her desk interrupts her thought::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think there are a few of us, but it is more like impressions. Must be similar to Rihan mental abilities... suppressed over the ages, but still there. Sierra Robinson: :: puts her back on the PADD and begins the removal process :: +Coleridge+ Copy sir. I will pass a note on the ops. Sierra Robinson: + Ops + Ensign Robinson to Ops... mimipavilion: Medical is ready for the transference or whatever you want to call it. We're just waiting on word from Engineering and Science. ::hears the ping:: Jylliene: +Robinson+ Ops here. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I see. Then there is more of a quantum biology component to this transfer. Chirakis: ::looks back up, her expression changed:: Understood. So you are waiting for the other teams to lace everything together? Sierra Robinson: + Ops + Auxiliary Transporter Room A , Deck 108 is offline. Chief Coleridge needed a part from it....As a result it is no longer in service. mimipavilion: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::another glance at her console and more information flows through::: Tarisa: ::Observing quietly.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh yes. Just like your transporter. Quantum resolution, not molecular. Chirakis: ::nod to Mimi:: Thank you, Doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: A molecular resolution would... not work. Jylliene: ::enters an immediate note, checks from her end:: +Robinson+ Confirmed offline. Thank you. mimipavilion: ::Sees a bit of urgency in Chirakis' face:: Is there some I should be concerned about? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: takes a seat :: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the target part is in sight and grabs a few tools to assist in the removal of the compensator. :: + Ops + Sure thing have a good day. Tae'Lynn Dran: Is this type of mind transfer common? Chirakis: :::gives that a thought::: Nothing you should be concerned about, Doctor. Thank you. Dismissed. Scott Coleridge: Ah-hah, there we go. ::keys in the formula:: Ok, at least their brains won't explode now. Nijil tr'Korjata: We are the first lab to make it a success... Muuhi and I transferred first. Chirakis: (Good to know, Scott) Nijil tr'Korjata: Stayed in each other's body for a week, then transferred again. Jylliene: ::locks usage of that room down:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Let me know if that changes. ::gets up and leaves her office to go observe on the CnC:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Compensator is a bit larger than she anticipated :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Replicating this here will be...very risky. First task is to simply generate a wormhole. Sierra Robinson: :: disconnects power relays and " safes" The Heisenberg Compensator :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Is there an entanglement property? I've found more forms of bio-psionics are overlaying a brain pattern rather than replacing. Amanda Davis PhD: :::an assistant approaches, they talk a bit, and the assistant leaves to enter the secure room::: Sierra Robinson: :: removes the Compensator with some elbow grease...and sets it on the out of service PADD :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, for every neuron. Chirakis: ::continues to page as more information from SF Command comes to her attention::: Sierra Robinson: :: collects her breath and begins affixing safety badges to the areas serviced in the room :: Chirakis: (m) Kahless... Nijil tr'Korjata: So, you have to account for quantum entanglement in over 90 billions neurons. Tae'Lynn Dran: So the subspace passage is just for altering the connection not sustaining it. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, you have to keep the wormhole stable for long enough for the transfer. Chirakis: +Jyl+ Send all pertinent information regarding your last to my office as soon as it comes in. Sierra Robinson: + Commander Coleridge + Commander, Ensign Robinson. I recommend a site to site transport of the Compensator it was a bit larger than I thought it was going to be. And I think you would like it quicker as opposed to later. Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Yes ma'am. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: We may be able to use that connection as a guide. A lightning rod of sorts for the wormhole vectoring. Nijil tr'Korjata: Each neuron has to be cataloged, typed and the processor on our end does the translation. Nijil tr'Korjata: Vectoring? Oh that's another bag of bugs. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her uniform with a Picard Maneuver and fixes her " mechanic " hairstyle :: Scott Coleridge: +Robinson+ Negative, I don't want to risk such a sensitive device during rematerialization. Grab an AG unit and haul it manually. Nijil tr'Korjata: There are two main components of a wormhole, times two. Each opening has space and time components Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes, that seems possible. When we are done here, we are to meet with medical. Dr. Davis is waiting on us. Chirakis: :::looks up to check the nebulae where they vanished::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, I am holding things up. Is this not a meeting for me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: More information about the disappearing ships passes to his borrowed desk :: Tarisa: It does concern you. Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Understood sir. Robinson out. Tae'Lynn Dran: I have a few theories to consider but we should learn what medical has on this as well. Nijil tr'Korjata: We to meet them? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gets up :: Tarisa: ::nods.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Amanda and the assistant neurosurgeon check everything in the surgical suite::: Sierra Robinson: :: looks to Heisenberg Compensator :: Look at you, you get to go on a sleigh ride . :: pulls up a data query at the engineering console for an AG cart location :: mimipavilion: ::finishes observing and goes back to medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: pauses :: +Robinson+ You okay hun? :: Holds her mouth at her mistaken utterance :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Was it simple luck you transferred to a compatible species or was Nijil targeted? Scott Coleridge: ::slight grimace on his face at the thought of a miscalibrated Heisenberg compensator ruining Nijil/Prani's signal is replaced by a grin as Scott remembers life as an ensign in Aegis' engineering under the cryptic Zhu:: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head, as it was odd hearing Nijil's voice say "hun.":: Nijil tr'Korjata: He was the strongest signal, which the targeting system on our end believed to be a Yith. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Oh yes sir...Securing a Heisenberg Compensator for Chief Coleridge. It is a bit bigger than I expected. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes her head as she did not mean to use 'hun' :: Sorry. mimipavilion: ::arrives back in medical:: Tarisa: ::Heading for Medical.:: Sierra Robinson: ::: wonders...did He say Hun? and chuckles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ They have to be a redundant system, hence the size. Sierra Robinson: :: activates a closet panel... and accesses and AG Cart :: Nijil tr'Korjata: My associate back in the past...we are on familiar terms. Oh, she's likely to be friendly to your Nijil too. I hope he is not rigid with protocol . Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + I will note to look for a Gym....and start lifting more weights off duty. ::retrieves AG Cart and gets the Compensator near it, activates the cart and slowly gets the part on it's ride:: Chirakis: (w) USS Agincourt. How many more will disappear. ::turns to message from SF Command: no science vessels will enter nebulae until further notice::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Funny, I have not actually met Nijil... only his limited holo recordings. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Oh, yes, that is a good idea. I myself like to run. Sierra Robinson: :: The AG gently floats safely as Robinson monitors :: Scott Coleridge: ((Poor Nijil is going to come back to find himself trapped in a workout routine with Sierra)) Sierra Robinson: (lol ) Nijil tr'Korjata: His mate is a delight, and their adopted child is a handful. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Were you talking in the third person just now? Tarisa: ((So is that the garden shovel's predecessor?)) Sierra Robinson: :: observes the Compensator safely on the AG and begins the slow trek to Main Engineering :: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking and talking :: I am hearing rumblings of something happening to your ships? Tarisa: ::Enters Medical with Prani and Dran.:: Sierra Robinson: :: perhaps the Romulan was speaking to someone else :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods at those entering:: We ready to go? Sierra Robinson: :: rides the lift with the compensator to Engineering :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::notes those coming into medical, getting ready to move forward::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::doesn't respond to the question about missing ships. She is more than a little disturbed about the security concerns this involves:: Sierra Robinson: ::exits the lift into Main Engineering with the Compensator on the AG sled:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Does not press it :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Stand by. Chirakis: TBS Will be until 11 am the next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Questions first if there are any. Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 April 2020 7 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.158 TBS is 0. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Prani, an engineer and astrophysicist from the distant past, has taken over Commander Korjata’s mind. In return, Prani’s body now contains Nijil’s mind. Prani and her associate generated a micro-wormhole to allow transfer, but the computer transferred to the commander by mistake. So far, Prani has made forty-seven visits to Aegis for science purposes. But now she can’t get back. Engineering, science, and medical teams are assisting Prani in the brain shift. Nijil would really like to be back in his own body. The science vessels USS Chi Song and USS Rodman are missing.

Chirakis: Attention to orders! Chirakis: Commander Kital, front and center. Jylliene: ::Steps forward:: Chirakis: ::nods, her hand out for a box that Commander Cayne is holding:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gives her the box :: Chirakis: ::opens it and steps forward::: Chirakis: Commander Kital, it is with great honor that we award you the Gold Medal for your participation on Aegis. Chirakis: :::pins on the gold medal and extends her hand for a handshake::: Thank you, Commander. Jylliene: Thank you ma'am = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/17/20 = /\ = = /\ = 7 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.158 = /\ = TBS is 20 hours. The time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Nijil tr’Korjata and Prani have switched brain thoughts. Now they are trying to get back into their own brains. Teams from engineering, science, medical, and security are assisting. The science vessel USS Rodman has joined science vessel USS Chi Song in disappearing. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering :: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::sequestered in her office, doing Scott's work::: mimipavilion: ::in medical neuro suite getting set up for the first simulation:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::medical complex, neuro suite, mulling over the transition from one brain to another::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil walks to the doctor appointment as there were sure to be many questions :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns the corner and sees the large medical complex, really the size of a small hospital... enters :: Doctor? Sierra Robinson: :: taps console looking at the large 3D Holographic Display in the center of engineering. :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::going over information on Nijil's brain function::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over records of the Chi Song :: Annisha: :: Heading to school :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns to Mimi::: Now that I think about it, our side of the equation isn't going to be that difficult. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil, sporting a clean uniform, goes to the front desk of sickbay :: I believe I have an appointment? Sierra Robinson: :: hears some background talk about a new alien aboard and doesn't give it much thought :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Amanda Davis PhD: The biggest problem will have is the wormhole, and we don't have any control over that. Amanda Davis PhD: So... Tarisa: ::In her office, looking over data.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::thinking::: The brain processes information that is received from the senses and the body. Sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch are picked up by the body, then the body sends those messages to the brain. Jylliene: ::looking up the records from the broadcasts, reading the transcripts that were later made:: mimipavilion: ::finishes up the simulation, while listening to Amanda:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::thinking aloud::: Amanda Davis PhD: Also, humans and humanoids think and experience emotions with the brain, which is the root of human intelligence. Amanda Davis PhD: Certain areas of the brain are responsible for certain functions, just as certain personnel on Aegis are responsible for certain functions. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a seat in sickbay :: I guess I'll wait. mimipavilion: Hmmm... Amanda Davis PhD: All we have to do is pin down those areas of Nijil's brain - the areas that Prani is using - and secure it for transfer through the wormhole. mimipavilion: Agreed Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the duty officer and gives him his task PADD :: All set. Dacia Sandero: ::working in the sickbay::: Amanda Davis PhD: And..... :::pages through her PADD:: humans and humanoids can transfer information by using magnetic signals. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up from the waiting room :: Uhm, hello. :: looks around :: Sierra Robinson: :: heads for another after shift stroll to get herself familiar with things :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Heading out after eating breakfast.:: mimipavilion: So we just need to recreate the specific magnetic signals that Prani was using. Annisha: :: Arrives at school :: Chirakis: :::steps out from her office to check a few things that have been thrown in Scott's direction::: Alexis McFarland: ::finished breakfast as well, heads out to meet Miana:: Sierra Robinson: :: takes the lift :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens to Mimi:: Goodluck with that. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes... and we will need Prani for that. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Dacia::: Well, I believe we'll need a little more than luck. Dacia Sandero: Yes, indeed. ::smile:: Alexis McFarland: Hey morning Miana. ::hugs Miana:: You ready to go? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Prani was delighted sickbay was relatively quiet, but wondered if she was early for her appointment. Amanda Davis PhD: We need a complete brain scan from Prani. Tarisa: Miana> Morning. ::Nods as she purrs.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Nijil here, I am at an appointment in sickbay, how is engineering? Jylliene: ::trying to absorb the details that they had gleaned from the broadcasts, as well as from later research, and meld them with what Prani had told her:: Chirakis: ::walking toward Jyl as she reads::: Commander, a moment? Dacia Sandero: All right. I can scan if you want. ::greets Nijil/Prani:: Jylliene: Of course, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Dacia :: You are....which doctor? Amanda Davis PhD: Perfect. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and makes their way to school as well, holding Miana;s hand:: Sierra Robinson: :: In lift :: + Nijil + Hello Sir, everything is nominal....the duty officer has things under control. I was going to visit the park on my break. Is something wrong? Dacia Sandero: I'm Dr Sandero. Nice to meet you again. Chirakis: Have you found anything related to our problem so far? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Wrong? No no, everything is fine here. Just checking in. Jylliene: I wish I could say I had. Still searching, through. Chirakis: :::sets a padd on Scott's desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: extends her hand :: As myself, more or less. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Understandable....I will be back in 15. Robinson out. Chirakis: :::stares into space, thinking::: Jylliene: Attempting to find - well, something. Anything in all this that could help. Jylliene: Either from the broadcasts themselves or the signals that carried them Sierra Robinson: :: exits the lift and gets a look at the park for the first time : My gosh. Amazing. Chirakis: ::head turns to face her::: The signals. Of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: I must say Doctor Sandero, I thought sure I'd be placed in the brig or something, but the people here have been rather accommodating. Do strange things happen in this area of the galaxy often? Chirakis: The origin and destination of the signals. Can you pin that down? Dacia Sandero: I can't say that it does, but then again... Err, I can begin scanning you, if you'd like. Alexis McFarland: ::makes her way to school, waves at Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. :: goes to the biobed :: What plank resolution does your scanner go down to, if I may ask? Tarisa: Miana> ::Also waves.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::preparing the neurosurgical suite for whatever transpires:: Sierra Robinson: :: observes..the Cardassian Star System through the transparent aluminum of the Park...and notes a running track. That will come in handy. :: Annisha: :: Waves, sporting another braid :: Yo Jylliene: Trying - but as they also traveled through time, that's going to be an issue. I can attempt to pin down the exact locations when these broadcasts were sent. Alexis McFarland: Oooh, pretty! Your dad again? Jylliene: But there's no guarantee it's the same location. It's almost the opposite, given planetary motions. Jylliene: But it would be a start. Jylliene: ::gestures toward the console:: Dacia Sandero: Hmm, standard resolution as far as I know. Chirakis: Please do, Commander. Dacia Sandero: ::begins scanning:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: And pass that information on to engineering and science. Sierra Robinson: :: looking out through the Transparent aluminum, Sierra exhales and takes in the view, the vastness of space with several ships moving around. Where is the the Chi Song?..somewhere out there:: Jylliene: Of course, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh... maybe I can improve that... would be larger than ours back home. I'll give it some thought tonight. Nijil tr'Korjata: So, I heard you can read minds, specifically emotions? Jylliene: ::back to it:: Annisha: Yeah, I think he's taking lessons in the holodeck. Sierra Robinson: :: notes she will have to get some running gear for the track, and with one view of a ...Koi Pond? she heads back to the lift and Main Engineering :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading over the ship's roster :: Chirakis: My office door is open if anyone needs me... or whatever it is that our XO does. Dacia Sandero: Sure, that'd be appreciated. Yes, as a Betazoid we can read both -- we're a telepathic and empathic species. Jylliene: ::continues working:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think Nijil could be, at least, telepathic. It's in his heritage, back before their split with the Vulcans. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think from time to time he may even feel things. Sierra Robinson: :: exits the lift and enters Main Engineering , she checks in with the Duty Officer and returns to her station close to the large 3D Holographic Display of the Ft Laramie Class Station :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, that's true theoretically. Annisha: What classes today? Dacia Sandero: Hmm. Interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh? Alexis McFarland: Uhh, the standard stuff and I think gym. I forget what we're doing in gym though. Amanda Davis PhD: ::secures the neurosurgery room, turns and wanders toward the lounge so she can study Nijil's brain function (the real one, that is)::: Alexis McFarland: And music too. ::checks her schedule on her PADD:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office for the time being:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry that Muuhi is not here, she could explain a lot more than I. Nijil tr'Korjata: I should not call her the.. I guess Doctor would be her title here. Annisha: Music... ah.. I'll have to borrow an instrument Dacia Sandero: I think you're doing a good job. ::finishes her scans:: There we go, finished with your scans. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah... I hope I..or we are fine. Jylliene: ::pulls up older records of their analysis from the time, and compares it with the reanalysis she was running:: Sierra Robinson: :: does a quick look around, wondering if any Starship can have an Engineering core as large as this one :: Alexis McFarland: You can replicate one, if you need to. Nijil tr'Korjata: The transformation is painless and we are both put into a non-rem sleep. Alexis McFarland: THat's what I'm gonna do. I forgot my harp at home. Annisha: I want to see you drag that over to school... Dacia Sandero: That is reassuring. Amanda Davis PhD: ::thinking aloud::: Music goes directly to the limbic system. I wonder.... Alexis McFarland: It's not too large or anything. Sure, I can do that. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks up:: Music.. Amanda Davis PhD: +com+ Jylliene, are you available or are you busy? Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, the first time stung a bit, but the memory was wiped, so no harm. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Jylliene: +Davis+ Running some analyses on the old broadcasts at the moment. Jylliene: +Davis+What can I do for you? Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts humming.:: Amanda Davis PhD: +Jyl+ Oh.. perfect. Music goes directly to the limbic system of all humanoids. Are you able to pin down the music that we heard on the old broadcast? Jylliene: +Davis+ Pin down in what way? Nijil tr'Korjata: Is there anything else I can help with in sickbay? I should go back to work, though I really don't work here. :: smiles :: Sierra Robinson: :: taps her console , which at the moment is monitoring the EPS grid :: Amanda Davis PhD: +Jyl+ Oh... something that would point to a certain location in space.... or... maybe something that would point something in one direction. Jylliene: +Davis+ That's what I'm currently working on. ::grins:: Amanda Davis PhD: +Jul+ Perfect! Can you send what you have to me, please? Jylliene: +Davis+ As soon as the diagnosis finishes running, I'll pass it along. Amanda Davis PhD: +Jyl+ Thank you! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves goodbye to the sickbay staff, exits :: Alexis McFarland: Going with vocals eh Miana? ::smiles;: Jylliene: +Davis+ Of course. Ops out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mmmhmm Amanda Davis PhD: :::tosses her coffee and moves to Mimi's office::: Mimi, are you busy? Amanda Davis PhD: ::pokes her head around the corner::: Alexis McFarland: Nice! That's the easiest. mimipavilion: ::hears Amanda and looks up:: Just trying to catch up on some of the paperwork on my desk. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Amanda Davis PhD: Well... consider this one, please. Amanda Davis PhD: Music plays a large role in pinpointing areas of the brain. It also pinpoints areas in space. Sierra Robinson: Duty Officer> Learning Ensign? Alexis McFarland: ::waves:: mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD from Amanda:: Ok. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I'm out. Touring the station. Dacia Sandero: ::Waves:: We'll let you know if we need anything else Sierra Robinson: :: Sierra Looks up from her console :: Yes Locations and such. Thanks for assigning me a Work Station next to the Holographic Diagram. it is helpful. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods to Sandero :: Sierra Robinson: ::Duty Officer quiets upon page:: Amanda Davis PhD: So... Jylliene is looking for information on that music we heard a while ago. If we can pinpoint that area, it will help us, if only a little. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Uhm...Robinson here..Monitoring the EPS grid per duty officer instructions sir. Chirakis: 10:57 PM mimipavilion: ::looks it over:: Sounds like a plan. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I am sure it's doing just fine. I think it would be good to look over the entire station's systems. Look for how systems are integrated, the failsafes, the redundancies. Amanda Davis PhD: As soon as Dacia is finished with Prani, we might be able to figure a few more things out. Chirakis: (Prepare to pause) Jylliene: ::gets a location from the new analysis and compares to the prior, confirming a match, then sends it onward to science, engineering, and medical:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Yes Sir...looking around is a good idea..sounds like a plan! Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks at her PADD:: And it seems that she has already pinned down something. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not looking forward to recreating the equations for this generator from memory :: Alexis McFarland: ::starts jotting down notes:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Excellent work, all. Chirakis: TBS is zero. We'll pick up from here. Chirakis: First, congratulations to Commander Kital for her Gold Medal tonight. Sierra Robinson: Congrats! Chirakis: Secondly, those of you who wrote logs, many thanks. Chirakis: And now, questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: I had a question! How Classified is the Wormhole project? Chirakis: Very Sierra Robinson: So most of the crew might not know about it? Chirakis: Correct. You gather your information and pass it on to your team leader. No discussion when others are around. Sierra Robinson: Okay no more scuttlebutt gotcha Chirakis: Right. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 April 2020 7 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.158 TBS is 20 hours. The time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Commander Nijil tr’Korjata and an alien who calls herself Prani, have switched brain thoughts. Nijil’s body is on Aegis, but his thoughts are in Prani’s brain on a planet that existed long ago on a planet far-far away. To return Nijil’s thoughts to his own body and help the alien, Prani, return her thoughts to her own body, teams from engineering, science, medical, and security are collaborating. The science vessel USS Rodman has joined science vessel USS Chi Song in disappearing.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/10/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 am) Aegis Local. Task Force Missouri remains in Aegis space. The science vessel, USS Chi Song, is missing. Commander Korjata is not speaking or acting normally. Otherwise, things are going smoothly on Aegis. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::down in the science labs:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::same place, captain's office::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::glad to lose herself in the duties:: Chirakis: ::long discussion with Dr Davis, paging through documents while Amanda explains::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working and nervous :: Sierra Robinson: :: in Main Engineering :: Chirakis: Is there anything more? Tarisa: ::In Astrometrics, working on her project.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Happy tail.:: It is almost lunch time! Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: Yes, it is. Where do you wanna go for lunch? Amanda Davis PhD: Anything more? Captain, it's quite a bit of information. Is there anything I need to clarify? Sierra Robinson: :: doing simple inspection tasks, acclimating herself to the station routines :: Chirakis: :::returns her padd::: No. Tarisa: Miana> Hmmm...Where the food is! ::Perks up.:: Oh! Maybe that Japanese place we went to once. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::::completing her check of the active samples:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his PADD :: This place is so big... Chirakis: +Ops+ Commander Kital, Commander Coleridge and Commander Korjata are needed in my office. Tarisa: ::Looks down at her PADD a moment.:: +Dran+ Are you busy at the moment? Alexis McFarland: Ooh, we haven't been there in a long time. Yeah, let's go there for lunch! They have great tuna sushi and onigiri Chirakis: :::long, drawn-out sigh::: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Yes ma'am. Scott Coleridge: ::happens to be heading to Chirakis' office when she sends that comm:: Tarisa: Miana> Mmm Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Hears something, but not distinctly :: Scott Coleridge: ::has a PADD and a nervous expression his face:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ No, just wrapping up. Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: I presume you heard? Sierra Robinson: :: taps consoles inspecting intercooler levels on several plasma service junctions :: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Hmm? Scott Coleridge: No, sorry, I'm ::looks down at PADD:: I'm... distracted. Jylliene: Captain would like you in her office. She's calling Nijil up as well. Tarisa: +Dran+ If you would like, I am working on a project, and could use another set of eyes. I am in astrometrics. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: What deck was he on, he thought to himself...wait, this are levels :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ On my way. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Ops to Commander tr'Korjata. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a beep beep on his PADD :: Oh no... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::is on her way:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::relaxes in her chair, mentally going through the results of her tests::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Korjata here. Jylliene: +Nijil+ The captain would like to see you in her office. Sierra Robinson: :: notes several other engineers keeping an eye on things as well :: Scott Coleridge: Oh. Scott Coleridge: ::looks at his PADD again:: Hmm. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters astrometrics:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Oh.. what? Really? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around for a lift, walks towards it Scott Coleridge: ::rings the chime:: Chirakis: Enter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enter the lift :: Command center please. Jylliene: ::puzzled look at the comm:: +Nijil+ Yes. Jylliene out. Scott Coleridge: ::enters the office, sees Dr. Davis there:: Ah. Chirakis: Have a seat, Commander. Amanda Davis PhD: Hello, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Sorry about last night. Stressed. Will see you soon. Chief out. Scott Coleridge: ::sits down:: And here I thought I was the one bringing you news about Nijil. ::holds up his PADD:: But it looks like you already know. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lift stops and the doors open (hiss) :: Sierra Robinson: + nijil + Oh no Problem. Understood. Robinson out. Dacia Sandero: ::uses the down time in sickbay to work on some reports:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: How can I help? Amanda Davis PhD: Well, there could be more information, that of a different kind. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around Command. Waves to Jy as he passed to the door :: Chirakis: ::the door opens for him::: Jylliene: ::nods to Nijil:: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles as she returns to inspecting the plasma service junction :: Jylliene: ::moves to take conn:: Tarisa: ::Turns to see Dran, smiles.:: We need to find a missing ship. ::Hands her the PADD with info about the Chi Song.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: chimes the office door :: Korjata here. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Raises a brow as he spies the Chief at the door :: Chirakis: ::looks up:: The door is open, Commander Korjata. Chirakis: ::notes Nijil's confusion:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: Hello Captain, Commander...Doctor. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh my. We seem to have a lot of those go missing. Chirakis: Have a seat. :::handwave::: We have much to discuss. Annisha: :: Working on homework, eating :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes PADD:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: That much I gathered. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hums happily as they go to get food.:: Chirakis: Dr. Davis, proceed. Nijil tr'Korjata: Can I trouble you for a glass of water? Jylliene: ::Still wondering what in elements is going on, sighs, looks over the info going through the main console:: Sierra Robinson: :: closes hatch and moves to the next junction :: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and walks with Miana:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Studies his console, a mix of scans and readings :: Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. Well. Commander Korjata has supposedly been having problems understanding things, speaking, relating to personnel, and several other things... Scott Coleridge: ::has only received reports about strange behaviour, is totally unaware about what Dr. Davis is about to reveal:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This was brought to my attention as a new engineer was reporting for duty. Apparently they were assigned to this ship, but orders were changed when the ship went missing. Amanda Davis PhD: This morning he had some testing, and.... there is nothing wrong with his brain function. Tae'Lynn Dran: So, last locations::pages through the data::. Craft specs::pages::. Crew complement::pages::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks to Nijil::: Would you like to tell them what you told me? Nijil tr'Korjata: Who you see before you is not what's.. inside. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Fortunately an Excelsior class starship should be easier to find than a shuttle or small freighter. Chirakis: Please be precise, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: My name is Th'Prani'Liloo. I am an engineer and scientist from your distant past. Nijil tr'Korjata: My species is called the Yith. Tae'Lynn Dran: Do we have a working theory or are we still in the speculation phase? Alexis McFarland: ::finds the Japanese restaurant, orders some tuna and salmon sushi, sashimi, onigiri balls and taiyaki fish:: Chirakis: :::hands folded, she leans back in her chair and watches the reactions of the others:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I along with my associate created a device by which an artificially generated micro-wormhole allows another device to exchange the minds of two people. Nijil tr'Korjata: Months ago our experiment was a success. We assumed we were transferring with another Yith, but it was Nijil. Tarisa: No theory yet. The only thing we have so far is last known coordinates. As far as mission goes, I am unsure. I will see if the Captain or Commander will be able to shed light on that. Nijil tr'Korjata: The computer made an...error in the species determination, but his mind and mine are compatible. Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table to sit st:: Tarisa: ::Activates the pretty holomap, bringing up the last coordinates.:: Sierra Robinson: :: getting hungry she tries not to think of Pizza as she notes all readout on the Junction are nominal :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits with Alexis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have made forty-seven visits to your station, but at this point I...can't get back. Scott Coleridge: Micro-wormhole mind transfer Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::mixes the small bowl of soy sauce and wasabi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you remember the broadcast that rang across this station some time ago Chirakis: ::how could one forget:: Alexis McFarland: Not too much of the green stuff. It hurts my nose. Amanda Davis PhD: ::remembering the near-insanity that created:: Sierra Robinson: ( notes to avoid Green Stuff ) Nijil tr'Korjata: That was us... in my time only a few years. I was gathering information from the broadcast recordings to determine what happened to my people. Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing unusual in that area that we know of. Little possibility of another dampening field. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sorry it took me a few weeks to learn Federation standard. Tarisa: Miana> ::Pushes the wasabi mix a little farther away from her.:: Makes my nose burn... Alexis McFarland: Hehehe.. Yeah, me too. But it tastes nice! ::Dips her sushi into the mix:: Tae'Lynn Dran: We could check the last engineering logs but standard procedure would have seen a full inspection before the start of their mission. I doubt engineering failure. Nijil tr'Korjata: At this point I... I am not trained in this and could not keep up pretending to be your Chief engineer for long. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am a good engineer, if that helps. Dacia Sandero: ::checks in on some of her experiments in the med lab once she finished with her reports:: Scott Coleridge: Is... is Nijil still there? Or is he in your body? Or is he… is he ok? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I also considered a dampening field, considering they are in a neighboring sector to the nebula clusters. However that area has little to no known activity. Nijil tr'Korjata: Nijil is in my body, back in my time. No doubt Muuhi has brought him out of sedation to help her with the issue on their end. mimipavilion: ::sees that the nurse left a note that she got some of the inventory done before going off shift, and goes to finish where the nurse left off:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbles on her food.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: He is me.. another gender... taller.. he will have to learn to walk.. should not take long. Alexis McFarland: Is it good? Chirakis: :::leans forward, resting her arms on her desk as she regards the group:: ::: Our problem, then, is... how do we rectify the situation? How do we re-switch brains? Nijil tr'Korjata: We are a good head or two taller than most of you. Alexis McFarland: Umai? Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mmm Tae'Lynn Dran: Last positive sensors contact showed nothing unusual? Nijil tr'Korjata: Well... the technology is on their end. Alexis McFarland: ::Feeds Annisha an onigiri:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I designed the wormhole generation... Tarisa: ::Brings up the log.:: Not anything that is immediately noticeable. Chirakis: So... :::::holds up her hand and glances around::: do we have personnel who can deal with this? Nijil tr'Korjata: It takes a lot of power, a bit more than this station generates for a few nanoseconds, then a good sustained level for another 30 to 40 seconds. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stops talking :: Scott Coleridge: ::thinking for a moment:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Possible they could have gone silent on purpose. Chirakis: ::Nijil:: Is it possible that our engineers will be able to work with you to rectify the situation? Scott Coleridge: Do you have any theories about why you are "stuck"? Chirakis: ::listening to Scott::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think we could replicate the generator... I would have to consult with medical about the transfer. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, definitely. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I also considered that, which has made me hesitant to use the advanced sensors. Nijil tr'Korjata: I would guess the problem is on the engineering end.... some component of the generator has failed. Tae'Lynn Dran: We could light them up for us but also anyone else looking. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Thoughts? Nijil tr'Korjata: Surely we could communicate with them in the past, have them explain the problem. Tarisa: Exactly. There could be Alien Alliance ships nearby. Tae'Lynn Dran: Have we been cleared to send any probes? Scott Coleridge: I hate time travel. Nijil tr'Korjata: It does not feel like that in the transfer. It is much like your matter transporters. Scott Coleridge: I really hope we don't have to deal with Temporal Investigations after all this. Tarisa: I have not gone that far yet. I will send a request. ::Begins typing on her PADD.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: His eyes dart back to each of them, waiting for them to speak in turn :: Scott Coleridge: I don't think engineering is going to be the problem. Th'Prani'Liloo am I saying that right? How much can you tell us about Yith neurology? Nijil tr'Korjata: The findings of my visits have not left the confines of the lab we are inhabiting. Tarisa: I have also considered acquiring a cloaked ship to investigate, but that would likely take more convincing. Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani or Liloo is fine. Tarisa: Miana> :;eating a rice ball.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks to Scott:: If the brain is compatible, there should be no problem. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, our scans revealed we have more in common with Romulans, at least on a mental level. I presume much the same with Vulcans Sierra Robinson: :: closes the junction box she was working on and notes the chronometer :: Lunchtime. Tarisa: ::Files her probe request with Command.:: Scott Coleridge: I'd have to do some research on mind transfer. Nijil tr'Korjata: Physically we are taller, walk on our toes, like felines do, but are bipedal. Larger eyes, too if I was here in my body now the lights would be too intense. Jylliene: ::looks at the console and frowns at the word of another science ship...:: Scott Coleridge: I recall this happened on one of the Enterprises? I'll have to look that up. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sorry for causing all of this, greater sorrow for Nijil.. mate and daughter. Jylliene: ::sends Chirakis the message straight to her PADD - lost contact, USS Rodman:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, I have to tell her, and soon. Chirakis: ::a pile of information comes to her desk, including another lost ship::: Scott Coleridge: I'm guessing we have a case of a retroactive failsafe. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees a worried look on Chirakis' face :: Sierra Robinson:::walks over and hands her task checklist to the duty officer and heads the commerce deck via lift :: Chirakis: ::Passes is on to Scott's PADD::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of sashimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: Something has happened? Chirakis: ::looks up::: There is always something happening, Commander. Always. However.... Scott Coleridge: The differences in Yith and Romulan neurophysiology are causing the wormhole to destabilize, losing Nijil and… Prani's consciousnesses in the process. When the generator detects that the consciousnesses were lost in the future, it aborts the transference before it even begins. Tarisa: Miana> ::People watches as she eats.:: Chirakis: Before any more discussion... Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't think so Commander, but.. :: stops :: Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, put an engineering team together. I will take over your duties.... Alexis McFarland: ::also people watches:: Nice to see the station's almost back to normal so quickly. Tae'Lynn Dran: No many variables at the moment. We really need to limit our scope. I think knowing what their mission was should be first. Sierra Robinson: :: exits the lift onto the commerce level ...where she heads to Antonio's...A slice of Pizza is demanding her presence :: Scott Coleridge: Understood. Chirakis: Dr. Davis, the same for you. You are a neurosurgeon. Get your medical team together. Chirakis: We will need a science team as well, to collaborate with engineering. Tarisa: I agree. Tarisa: I will speak with the Captain when able. Chirakis: Have I left anything out? Nijil tr'Korjata: I will help anyway I can Captain. Chirakis: :::nod to Nijil:: Of course. Your life is at stake, as is Nijil's. Chirakis: Therefore... :::stands::: Nijil tr'Korjata: He seems like a good man. A little clumsy. Chirakis: Coordinate with everyone. Commander Coleridge is in command. Scott Coleridge: ::Prani:: Let's return to engineering and set up a dedicated workstation. I'll need you to walk me through exactly how your wormhole generation works. Chirakis: If there is anything more we need, it will be provided. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. I will say now this station cannot generate what we can, but we can move forward Nijil tr'Korjata: :: inhales deeply ::" Alexis McFarland: ::the commerce section seems to be pretty crowded for this time of day, as lunch time just got started, watches people walk around and choose restaurants to eat at:: Sierra Robinson: :: In Antonio's enjoying a Slice of Pizza and Tea :: Oh my...where have you been. Chirakis: ::standing::: Then move forward. This is not to go beyond the group you select, understood? Scott Coleridge: Understood Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain, what of Jylliene? Sierra Robinson: :: said to slice of Pineapple and Pepperoni Pizza:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::she stands::: Chirakis: That is all. ::opens the door::: Scott Coleridge: ::mutters under his breath:: Wormholes. Why does it always have to be wormholes? At least they're tiny this time. They can't hurt you, Scott. Tarisa: Miana> ::Can faintly smell a couple of the nearby food stalls. One of them has pizza.:: So many food smells. Chirakis: +Tarisa+ I understand you have something we must discuss. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: exits :: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, there's a lot. All the different smells, bombarding my nose. ::giggles:: Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: +Chirakis+ Yes Captain. Sierra Robinson: :: sips Tea, looking at the establishment at the same time :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::her brain is spinning with information and will go straight to Mimi to let her know::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits the captain's office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::trying to cover all the angles. Looking for subspace wakes, shadows, or other breadcrumbs in the sensor data:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to Davis :: Doctor... Chirakis: +Tarisa+ If something private, come to my office. Sierra Robinson: :: notes a nice painting of ...it appears earth...Italy perhaps :: Scott Coleridge: ::waits for Prani at the TL:: Jylliene: ::stands from the command console, but sees Coleridge passing over to the lift, and presumes she still has con.:: Alexis McFarland: Hard to tell what's what, especially the non-Earth foods. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods and heads to the lift with Coleridge :: Tarisa: +Chirakis+ I will be there shortly. ::Turns to Dran.:: I shall return. Hopefully with a bit more information. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I'll keep sifting through the data we have. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes down to Jylliene :: (w) I will tell you over dinner. :: goes to the lift :: Chirakis: :::wanders her office for a bit, then slips out to say to Jyl:: Forward all Commander Coleridge's work to my office for the next few days. Jylliene: ::nods to Nijil:: Tarisa: ::Exits astrometrics for the CnC lift.:: Chirakis: +Tarisa+ Understood. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Jylliene: ::then nods to Chirakis:: Yes ma'am Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stands next to Coleridge :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters lift with Prani:: Engineering. Sierra Robinson: :: puts a bit of Garlic on her crust to finish her meal....but then realizes...she is going to have to resume her shift and decides to hold off. :: Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Extends her/his hands :: Pleasure to meet you Commander. Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters the medical complex to inform Mimi and Dacia so they can collaborate regarding Nijil::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait wait. It's one hand here.. Scott Coleridge: ::laughs:: Indeed. Chirakis: ::her door is open, and she nods to Tarisa::: Please. Come in. Tarisa: Miana> I think I see a new person. Scott Coleridge: So, any guesses how far into the future you've travelled? Are you even from this region of the galaxy? Sierra Robinson: :: looks at Chrono :: Gah..too soon. :: stands offers payment and heading back to engineering :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I knew I should have taken acting classes. Tarisa: ::Nods, following Chirakis in.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to tell his mate though. Does she have clearance? Chirakis: ::the door closes:: Go ahead, Commander. mimipavilion: ::hears the doors open and sees Amanda:: Hey! Alexis McFarland: Ooh where? Nijil tr'Korjata: We are very close actually spatially speaking. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, Mimi. We need to talk. Dacia also. Dacia Sandero: Oh, okay mimipavilion: ::nods:: Let's go to my office. Tarisa: I come with 2 questions, Captain. First, I would like information on the Chi Song's mission. And second, permission to launch probes. Amanda Davis PhD: Privately. ::Mimi:: In your office is probably best. Sierra Robinson: :: does a minor burp as the lift doors open into engineering ..and and she spots the Commander and Nijil :: Nijil tr'Korjata: One thousand four-hundred fifty eight of your years Scott Coleridge: I see. Chirakis: ::slight sigh:: Unfortunately, that ship is not the only one missing. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know it more precisely than that. Sierra Robinson: :: nods and returns to her designated task at hand nearby :: Tarisa: Miana> By the pizza place. ::Squints.:: Maybe an engineer? ::Looks to Annisha:: Do you know? Tarisa: ::Tilts her head.:: It is not? Scott Coleridge: Ensign Robinson! A moment of your time please ::gestures towards the chief engineer's office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: The computer uses the decay of a cesium atom to calculate the difference needed. Alexis McFarland: I don't know who that is. Scott Coleridge: Cesium atoms are very useful. Chirakis: Unfortunately. Until we receive orders from Starfleet Command we will stand by. Scott Coleridge: Although I prefer strontium, personally. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the Commander and Nijil with her Tricorder in hand :: Yes sirs? Dacia Sandero: ::heads to Mimi's office:: Tarisa: ::Frowns:: I see. May I at least ask which ship? Chirakis: You may ask. Will I tell you? No. Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: I have a new assignment for you. We'll discuss it in Commander Korjata's office. ::turns to Prani:: Why don't you head over there and start setting up the workstation while I get Ensign Robinson up to speed? Nijil tr'Korjata: We tried all kinds actually. Chirakis: Not without orders from Starfleet Command. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk: Sierra Robinson: Aye sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Sure Commander. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: ::settles down::: Chirakis: We have a lot to work with, crew. Everyone will have a part to play. Chirakis: It should be very interesting. Dacia Sandero: oooh Chirakis: I am going to make TBS one more day to give the crew enough time to get things together, write a log if you wish, and begin moving to fix this... situation. Chirakis: Thoughts, Number One? Scott Coleridge: No one tell Temporal Investigations Chirakis: Good point. Chirakis: Fortunately, we are far enough away from them that they might not even notice. The perks of working on Aegis, in a place far, far away. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? mimipavilion: Don't want that headache. Chirakis: No. No headaches. Sierra Robinson: That was fun. Chirakis: Glad you enjoyed it. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Well done, as usual, crew. Happy Easter for those who celebrate it. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 April 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1100 hours (11:00 am) Aegis Local. As soon as one problem is resolved, others appear—some more ordinary, some not so ordinary. On and off duty personnel relaxed, families enjoyed evenings on the commerce deck, stores, restaurants, and bars became more lively. As soon as things settle down, we received word that the science vessel, USS Chi Song, had gone missing. Moreover, Captain Chirakis is informed that Commander Korjata is not acting normal, and that he may have a mental disorder or he might be manipulated by an exterior force.

Caught Between Worlds 2000 hours (8:00 pm) Considering what the station had endured during the last ten days, everything seemed to be unbelievably calm, as though it had shot through space at max warp and instantly reversed engines. Life moved on as though nothing had happened. Personnel relaxed, families enjoyed evenings on the commerce deck, stores, restaurants, and bars became more lively—some perhaps too lively. As usual, Captain Chirakis kept her rhythm, wandering around CnC at the same persistent pace. CnC personnel became weary—especially night watch—and placed bets on her movements (under the table of course). Was the captain aware? Of course. Did she care? No. In fact, every so often she would stealthily toss in her own bet and, to the surprise and perhaps the embarrassment of those on watch, she would occasionally win. But tonight was not a night for frivolity. USS Missouri had just bid farewell to 37 of their best. Her thoughts were heavy with that and the memory of the last ten days. In honor of the 37 who had passed, she wore formal dress, heavy with ribbons that she seldom wore, nor did she care to. She would change after midnight, but not before. Bravo watch had just relieved Delta. Delta had rendered their commanding officer due respect upon exit, wondering—again—if their commanding officer ever slept. The answer is yes, she did. Once in a while. But not tonight. At the change of watch, Kirel nodded in greeting, acknowledged the Officer in Charge, then turned to lean against the window that hovered above the commerce deck. Patrons continued to wander the deck below, but her thoughts were elsewhere: with the Missouri, the families of the lost, and the pain they must endure. Soon, the soft tread of Lt Garand’s regulation boots on the decking brought her thoughts back to the present. A deep inhale was followed by a slow sigh as she pushed away from the window. “You have something for me, Lieutenant?” she said, crossing her arms as she turned slowly to face him. “Yes, Captain,” he replied quietly, his expression more serious than usual, not exactly the norm for Lt Garand, second in command of security. “My office, Lieutenant,” she said, moving in that direction. The door closed behind them and locked, interior lights faded to blue, and muted silence gave them privacy. “Proceed, Lieutenant,” she continued, engaging the main screen. Security’s surveillance footage began as usual: some from science, some from engineering, and some from…. “The medical complex, Lieutenant?” “Yes, ma’am. Commander Korjata took notes in medical. He said he was taking an audit? Then he scanned Dr Davis’s door….” Garand stopped at the captain's expression of incredulity. “He scanned Doctor Davis’s… door? For what reason?” “No idea, ma’am," Garand replied, staring at the screen. "Engineering checked the entire area only a week ago.” After a moment of thought she said, “Proceed.” “He was distracted, definitely not acting normal, always looking around for something. Then he looked up at the ceiling the way he did a few days ago. He muttered something about... ‘doing it any time now’. But this…” Garand changed the screen to the conversation with Dr Davis, Aegis’s counselor. “I am not Nijil tr’Korjata,” he began quietly and sincerely. “At the DNA level I am, and the doctor’s scans will show that. Some months ago an associate and I were to combine our research, go from theory to….” Dr Davis raised her hand to cut him off. “Nijil. My office please.” The doctor’s door closed and confidentiality reigned. Crossing her arms, Kirel stared at the screen for a moment before asking, “Is there anything before that?” “No, ma’am. He just becomes more awkward every day. Like he's in another world. I guess you'd call it detached from reality? It’s more than strange, Captain. He could become dangerous.” After several minutes of staring at the screen, she asked, “You have operatives watching him?” “Yes, ma’am. Except when he’s in his quarters with his family.” After deep, extended concentration Kirel blanked the screen. “Put Black Eagle on him… carefully... and quietly," she said, turning to face him. “Keep surveillance open. Do not involve anyone outside your priority team. Is that clear, Lieutenant?” “Yes, Captain.” * * * * * Th'Prani'Liloo. Her friends just called her Prani. Now, centuries later, she had no friends. The people on Sky Harbor Aegis were overwhelmingly friendly, but until a short time ago no one knew she was here. The prime danger in this experiment is being trapped on the future end of the wormhole, and it's exactly what occurred. Worse still, she was not herself, at least to these new people. Essentially the life of Nijil was stolen from him. She no more wanted to take this from him than have him live her life in the past. The implications on the timeline, once an afterthought, grew more dire as time moved on. In all likelihood she would have to deceive everyone for the rest of her life. Maybe Nijil could fix things. He certainly could not make things worse, right? Occupying Nijil's body at first was extremely disorienting. Organs and structure were basically the same. The gender was unexpectedly male. The odds always remained 50/50, but she had hoped another woman would be on the other end of the experiment. In a cosmic stroke of luck she switched with a fellow engineer. He had access to similar equipment and technology. After a few jumps, her time on the station was filled with wonders her people only theorized. The paths her people and this Federation took bore some similarities as well as differences. Scientists here had no method to generate a wormhole, precise or not. The mind transference technology, while similar to the matter transportation devices, medical science here only just walked that path. Overall, being Nijil proved to be a very enlightening experience. However, this time the switch went wrong. More precisely, it didn't happen on schedule. Prani walking around as Nijil succeded just as it had forty-six times before, but there was no return trip on the forty-seventh. "I'm an engineer, not an actor, no matter how good a show I put on," Prani thought. Thoughts of the experiment going too far crossed and double-crossed her mind. What was it? The cooking? Wait, the braids? He'd not likely know how to do that for his daughter, at least not typically. In the end the pressure of lying to these people just got to her. It was not in her nature and keeping something as big as "hey, I'm not your bondmate," proved to be a burden too heavy to carry. Why was she not in a cell yet? Not as if she could take a shuttle home. Home is here, more or less, just the wrong time. A time so distant that the stars were the same, but those orbiting around them were new. One thing nagging in the back of her mind brought her a chuckle each time she watched the station's occupants: her people would tower over most everyone here. Which made her smile getting to know the shortest person in this future she knew, Annisha. She had no children of her own, but would take the spry Rihan girl in an instant. She could not undergo the transference since her mind was still developing. Her associate back in her time mentioned unforeseen consequences at such a trial. Prani peered into the distance to see a cluster of armed security making their way to her, but no one came. She looked down at her chest. It was the communication device tracking her movements. The scan of the translator embedded in this Rihan's skull showed it lacked tracking capabilities. No matter, it has been very fast at learning her language, no doubt helped by the computer processing the broadcast from her people. The technology was so pervasive the surely different accent did not tip anyone off. Some minutes passed and she grew increasingly hungry, no doubt his mate and daughter would not wait much longer either. The less stressful path may have been just pretending to be their engineer until it became second nature. Would that have meant she was no longer Prani? How deep does the body and mind connection go before you are someone else?

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/3/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were in the medical complex have been released & returned to duty. The stealth alien ship has been destroyed. Task Force Missouri will remain in the vicinity. The science vessel USS Chi Song is missing. Command personnel remain vigilant, especially regarding Ragor Tal. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, her office::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay as well:: mimipavilion: ::checks to see if the new ensign has came by yet:: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes in her room, playing with her toys:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office in the medical complex:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters sickbay figuring she should check in :: mimipavilion: ::notes that she hasn't yet, then hears the doors:: mimipavilion: ::goes to the ensign:: Hello. Sierra Robinson: :: looks around and notes the Doctor approaching :: Hello I am Ensign Robinson. Here to Check in. :: smiles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks by the medical facility, making rounds to the hot spots on the station :: mimipavilion: ::Sierra:: I'm Cmdr. Pavilion, the CMO of Aegis. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: With his PADD in hand he enters :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks more of his water :: Sierra Robinson: Pleased to meet you. :: offers a PADD :: Here is my academy medical file. Figure it might be useful. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears her voice, keeps working :: Scott Coleridge: ::also on CnC, finishing off work before going off duty:: mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Please take a seat. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: This day had been trying, finding delegating people to tasks more difficult than doing the task :: Sierra Robinson: This sickbay is...big. :: follows and sits :: Chirakis: :::flicking her dagger perfectly into a section of the wall, then retrieving it::: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a few things she needed from the sickbay and heads out, since she's off-shift:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course. ::begins scan:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Msg to Jy+ We have a new ensign in the department, thought she would like to have dinner? Thoughts? Too tired? -Nij Tarisa: ::On CnC, at the SCI console, taking a few notes with her PADD.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Reading in her room.:: Sierra Robinson: I don't think there is anything unusual to inform you about. Alexis McFarland: ::Eating some cheese cake for dessert:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks around, scanning and taking notes :: Jylliene: +msg to Nijil+ Sounds good Dacia Sandero: ::but stops to watch Mimi:: Sierra Robinson: I have some allergies I learned about at the academy. Uhm...mainly types of pollen. Annisha: :: At her home waiting for any of them to arrive. Checks the door camera...nothin' :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she is in her office, finishing up reports, which are many considering the past few days::: Sierra Robinson: Had to take some...antihistamines during the spring. No Injuries... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks by a door with the name "Amanda Davis PhD" on it :: Oh my. Chirakis: ::cleaning off the dagger, she slips it into her boot and exits the office::: Sierra Robinson: And...:: looks to the Doctor :: My age on file is correct...I am not 16 years old.... Chirakis: ::then begins to wander, somewhat aimlessly, on CnC::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up as Chirakis wanders:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Scans the doctor's door :: Tarisa: :;Also takes note of the wandering.:: Chirakis: ::her thoughts are obviously elsewhere::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is it hot in here? :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Probably should avoid the arboretum ::nods:: I understand that Ensign. Jylliene: ::focuses:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: Any time now.... ugh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his reflection in the PADD, sighs :: Sierra Robinson: Sorry ..the running joke at the academy Pubs...was that I was most likely to be asked for Identification. Nijil tr'Korjata: So short... mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan:: Alright Ensign. You're finished here. Sierra Robinson: Any Advice Doctor for a new arrival here? Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::in security, relaxed, monitoring the commander as he seems to be off key::: Tarisa: ::Finishes her download.:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes her Superior in Sickbay checking things :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::with a sigh, she pulls out her latest basket of scones and exits her office::: mimipavilion: Take some time off duty to explore the commerce level. Scott Coleridge: ::leaves his station and heads over to Tarisa's:: So, Commander, now that we've solved our latest crisis, what projects are you looking forward to returning to? Amanda Davis PhD: :::moving straight to the replicator for coffee::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Maybe Davis would not see him :: Dacia Sandero: ::perusing the food courts:: Sierra Robinson: any good apparel stores... I don't have much to work with at the moment. :: stands :: Chirakis: ::hearing Scott, she turns and realizes that her mind is wandering::: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: mimipavilion: I'm not sure. Sierra Robinson: Well I will let you be..Thanks for being welcome. Tarisa: Well there are numerous projects that we can now resume, but. ::Holds up her PADD with the data she just downloaded.:: I am also curious about this missing science ship. Amanda Davis PhD: ::setting her scones on the table and taking her first sip with a satisfaction::: mimipavilion: No problem Ensign. Scott Coleridge: Is that the Chi Song? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his PADD at his face :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I just downloaded the background information and last known position before it went missing. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she stops to watch Nijil::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh... Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Amanda Davis PhD: Hello, Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm, err, taking an audit of the medical facility before going off shift. Alexis McFarland: ::playing a video game:: Sierra Robinson: :: about to go to Nijil but notices he is conversing with another Doctor so she exits outside sickbay and awaits him to exit :: Amanda Davis PhD: An audit of the medical facility? mimipavilion: ::updates the file and leaves medical with the next shift:: Tarisa: My plan was to utilize the Astrometrics lab, along with our new sensors, to map out the area it disappeared in. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, stray emissions, make sure the network is running. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil tr’Korjata + Ensign Robinson here...I am outside sickbay if you still want to get a bite to eat. Amanda Davis PhD: ::thinks a moment, then nods:: I see. Scott Coleridge: Good idea. Its mission profile seemed fairly standard. I wonder if they ran into anything unexpected. mimipavilion: ::goes to her quarters:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his comm, taps :: +Robinson+ I am in sickbay, must have missed you. Talking to Doctor Davis now. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It seems likely. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I could whip something up or I could gather the family at the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks nervous :: Chirakis: :::listening to the conversation from the other side of CnC::: Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + No problem..whatever you wanted...you seemed busy...I will be walking around the promenade area...shopping while I have a chance. Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps closer to Nijil::: Are you sure you are all right? Is there something I can do to help? Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Robinson out. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I'll contact the fam and see what they would like to do. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm fine, Doctor. Just normal Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: Keeping the station spinning. Amanda Davis PhD: Normal. And what would be abnormal? Amanda Davis PhD: Or did you mean "ordinary"? Scott Coleridge: ::reading over the information:: Pulsar study... routine... and I haven't seen any SI reports of pirates or other untoward activity. ::doesn't mention the bogeyman, Ragor Tal, of course… but what does Tal need with a science vessel?:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, monsters roaming the levels, invasion, space sickness...that kind of thing Sierra Robinson: :: heads to the lift and designates commerce level :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil felt under pressure and he needed to relax a bit. Breathe Nijil, breathe :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wait, did Jy sound upset? Was it just static on the comm line? :: mimipavilion: ::chilling out in her quarters:: Tarisa: Nothing can be ruled out at the moment. Though raiders could be possibility. Sierra Robinson: :: exits lift at the Commerce level and strolls around taking in the size of the place..:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Amanda Davis PhD: ::::noticing his confusion, she continues to listen::: So I am assuming that Annisha is playing invasion of the monsters? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, she plays a lot of things. She's very bright and a handful. Amanda Davis PhD: Most definitely. Nijil tr'Korjata: You are bound by confidentiality, correct? Tarisa: I plan to use every spectrum of scan possible that could give me a result. Amanda Davis PhD: I've seen her play "Invasion of the Monsters" and another one.... Amanda Davis PhD: Of course. Scott Coleridge: Or maybe they stumbled into a heretofore undescribed pulsar that eats starships! Scott Coleridge: ::sounds positively excited by this prospect:: Sierra Robinson: :: spots an establishment named.. “Drankums" and decides to pay a visit :: Chirakis: ::blinks, sharp turn::: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head and the thought of that.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Points to a seat and gestures towards it :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sits::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Takes his drink and heads to the commerce level :: Jylliene: ::starts to wind down her duties:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You are wondering if I am feeling myself are you not? Chirakis: :::still watching and listening::: Amanda Davis PhD: Well.. you seem a little off kilter, if that is what you mean. Sierra Robinson: :: enters the bar and takes a seat at a table, she pulls out her "Station Welcome PADD " :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am more than a little off and more than you know. But I am not practiced at this. Nijil tr'Korjata: How do I say this? Oh my... uhm. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: clutching his padd :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::waves off a passing corpsman::: Scott Coleridge: Carry on, Commander. Let me know if you find anything interesting. Hopefully they just ran into radiation interference and will be back in contact soon. Nijil tr'Korjata: You are all such nice people. Just so my head does not explode, or his head. I am not Nijil tr'Korjata. Sierra Robinson: :: flags server and asks for a Raktajino :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes Sir. Tarisa: ::Collects her things and heads for the lift.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well :: tilts his head back forth :: At a DNA level I am, and the doctor's scans would show that. Amanda Davis PhD: Excuse me? Let's back up. "We" are all such nice people? Amanda Davis PhD: Nijil.... my office, please. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. Some months ago an associate and I were able to combine our research. Go from theory t... oh Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. Sierra Robinson: :: Notes Holosuite signs and abundant Ferengi Signage :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walks along the avenue, as the main drag of the commerce level was called by some, or maybe just him :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps into her office and closes the door as soon as Nijil enters::: Have a seat and tell me what you mean by "I am not Nijil tr’Korjata". Scott Coleridge: ::returns to his station to finish up his work:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her Raktajino ...chilled :: Tarisa: ::Arrives at astrometrics after a short TL trip. She begins setting up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am an engineer and astrophysicist. My associate and I developed a way to transfer minds and I developed the conduit. Nijil tr'Korjata: My actual name is Th'Prani'Tiloo. Chirakis: ::she wanders in Scott's direction and stops, then speaks quietly:: Commander, what do you know of the Chi Song? Amanda Davis PhD: :::listening, but quite astonished::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Don't worry Doctor. Nijil is perfectly fine if not by now a little confused. Amanda Davis PhD: So... let me get this straight... Scott Coleridge: ::also quietly:: Excelsior class, science vessel. I just glanced over the mission profile with Tarisa. They were on a routine study of pulsars. Scott Coleridge: Oh, and it's missing. Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you remember that civilization that broadcasted over the station’s comms some time ago? Amanda Davis PhD: The body is Nijil, but the mind is Th'Prani'Tiloo's? Sierra Robinson: :: notes the atmosphere...it seems a bit quiet. Perhaps something indeed troubling recently occurred. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. He is in my body now. Chirakis: (m) Missing close to the star that nearly took out Nei’rrh and Argos II? Nijil tr'Korjata: I created what you would call 'micro wormhole' which the machine back in my time can create in a specific point in space and time. Scott Coleridge: (m) It was in the general vicinity, but I don't recall its last reported position. Sierra Robinson: :: finishes her Raktajino and departs upon payment to view the other areas of the commerce level :: Chirakis: ::considers that for a moment::: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Keep me apprised. Nijil tr'Korjata: My associate's machine is a quantum synaptic transfer device. Amanda Davis PhD: ::holds up her hand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: holds :: Amanda Davis PhD: I don't believe you should go much further with this. Unfortunately, you've gone past the confidential phase and something I must speak to the captain about. Scott Coleridge: Aye, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh no, poor Jy. Dacia Sandero: ::eating dinner at Antonio's with some of her girlfriends:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah I figured as much. Sierra Robinson: :: strolls the Commerce level noting a Restaurant named Antonio's :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes and plays her game:: Amanda Davis PhD: So.. .may I suggest that you say no more, approach Commander Tarisa in science, and talk this out with her privately. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Hears commotions at Antonio's :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Is she versed in quantum theory and wormhole propagation? Sierra Robinson: :: looking at Menu posted on outside of Antonio's :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I should tell Tarisa who I am then? Amanda Davis PhD: I imagine that she is. And if not, there is surely someone on the station who can understand what you are saying. Sierra Robinson: Oh...Pizza.. Amanda Davis PhD: Privately, yes. However, I need to inform the captain. It will have to go down the chain of command. Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineers are all alike Doctor. Sierra Robinson: :: continues her stroll looking for some much needed supplies :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps :: +Jylliene+ I will be a bit delayed, something has come up. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Very well. Shall I tell your new ensign, or will you? Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ She went to the shops. I will inform. Sierra Robinson: :: spots a clothing store..and is saved :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, that was certainly interesting. Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 11 am. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: Had fun! Chirakis: Glad you enjoyed it. Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 April 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. The illness that gave Aegis personnel hallucinations and strange dreams has been neutralized. There should not be a recurrence. The alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis has been dealt with. Task Force Missouri will remain in the area. USS Tssinghua, USS Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space. According to Captain d’Ka, our next move is to not move. The science vessel USS Chi Song is missing. Engineering Ensign Sierra Robinson has been temporarily reassigned to Aegis. Since things have settled down for a while, Captain Chirakis is considering what we have dealt with and what might have to deal with in the near future. The Stone of Gol has been destroyed and the telepathic ringleader, V’Mal, is incarcerated and heavily guarded on a planet far-far away. Strange solar electromagnetic waves almost destroyed Nei’rrh and Argos II. For reasons unknown, the star’s waves are activated by passing starships. Drakel’a, a small planet previously used as a pass-through for organized crime, is now a major hub for the Alien Alliance. In coordination with Drakel’a, the planet AnWard is a major hub on the other side of the cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. The immense Delta Wing black stealth ship of the Alien Alliance attempted to attack Aegis but was repelled by Task Force Missouri. We suspect that there are similar ships in the area. Ragor Tal, dubbed The Dark Lord by the media and Sataniel by his adversaries, is the most cunning, dangerous, and sadistic manipulator in the galaxy. Captain Chirakis knows him well and believes that he is planning to take control of the Joint Allied Powers. It is possible that Ragor Tal initiated Argesil, the Joint Allied Powers' Watergate.

Sleep well, my friend. SYOTOS.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/27/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were in the medical complex have been released & returned to duty Engineering is working to repair systems. One of us isn't exactly on an even keel. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::cnc:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Eating a sandwich :: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: ::CnC, her office with d'Ka, considering several things::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger for lunch:: Cptn d'Ka: :::discussing the next move regarding the Alien Alliance::: Jylliene: ::losing herself in work:: Annisha: :: Munching down on their new "Quite Possible" burger :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nervous as all get out. Was this a Rihan thing? :: Alexis McFarland: is it Quite Possible that's an actual burger? Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating with Alexis and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::delving into supply lists, sorting through expected arrivals and departures:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Annisha: This is not that bad. Cptn d'Ka: ...therefore, our next move is to not move. Missouri will remain here. Kohl is on assignment. Our task force will maintain its surveillance as long as needed. Chirakis: :::nod:: Agreed. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way down to engineering again, making a few wrong turns :: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, pleased that the old familiar rhythm appears to be returning:: Alexis McFarland: That's what I heard. Maybe I'll try it next time. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to the patients in Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Was glad to ditch the counselor. Not because she was a bad person, but this was all too much right now :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbling at her chicken tenders.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her jumja juice:: Tarisa: ::Steps over to her station, sees everyone else working quietly.:: Chirakis: ::in her office with d'Ka, as noted before::: Therefore.... ::standing to pace:: Tsinghua, Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space? Scott Coleridge: ::at his station, reading a report on the resumption of shipping activities:: Cptn d'Ka: ::nod::: Dacia Sandero: ::Cleaning up things around the lab:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters C and C looking around, the human ensign looks around for the Commander to check in :: Chirakis: And Iowa? Cptn d'Ka: ::slight grin::: Elsewhere, on patrol. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the engineers mill around :: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: I'm glad things seem to be coming back to normal, and I like that chocolaty smell that's been coming from the air ducts. Chirakis: I see. ::handing him enlich'a before she sits with hers::: Scott Coleridge: ::the Commander is at his console, distracted by a precarious stack of PADDs that always seems to pile up whenever he leaves his station for more than ten minutes:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Scott Coleridge :: Hello Commander Coleridge? Tarisa: Miana> Oooo...It smells so yummy, but we can not find it to eat it... Scott Coleridge: ::startled, he places a PADD on the wrong pile and they spill on to the floor:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, what time is it? :: looks at the chrono on the wall :: Oh, was that always there? Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for .....oh my :: helps pick up PADDs :: Cptn d'Ka: ::sips, staring at Missouri that is now docked for repairs::: Sierra Robinson: I did not mean to startle you sir....:: gathers a few PADDs and hands them to the Commander :: Scott Coleridge: Ensign Robinson, is it? Thank you. ::takes the PADDs:: You're joining us in engineering? Alexis McFarland: yeah, that's a shame. Annisha: That is just weird. Tarisa: ::Perks up at the sound of crashing padds.:: Alexis McFarland: What is weird? Annisha: The smell. Sierra Robinson: Yes sir.. Temporary Assignment. The Starship I was assigned to , The USS Chi Song...is ...well Missing...so they needed me to find a place to well serve..in the meantime. Annisha: I thought it was an ad from the eating places. Alexis McFarland: I like it. But it makes me hungry. Annisha: That's the point. Sierra Robinson: Odd when your first assignment is MIA...but guess these things happen even to Academy Grads... Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts her head on the table and pouts.:: I want cream of ice.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: glances at the Commander's door :: mimipavilion: ::finally finishes the last of the mandatory reports, then looks at a personal file of a temporary crewman:: Chirakis: :::heads to the window to stare into space, beyond Aegis and Missouri::: Scott Coleridge: Hmm. I ended up on Aegis after my first posting was destroyed. Sierra Robinson: :: AA once PADDs are collected :: Scott Coleridge: ::gestures:: As you can see, it turned out to be a little less temporary in my case. Alexis McFarland: I can go get us some. Chocolate cream of ice? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits up and beams.:: Yes! Scott Coleridge: I also started in engineering. Alexis McFarland: What flavour do au want Annisha? Sierra Robinson: Well the Chi Song is a science Vessel..maybe it was delayed. Uhm Sorry about your first assignment. Tarisa: ::Trying her best not to intrude on the conversation between Scott and the new engineer.:: Chirakis: I feel your pain,Kh’éile. Alexis McFarland: ::queues up an ice cream parlour and orders three large cones, chocolate, [insert Annisha's requested flavour here], and cookies & cream:: Cptn d'Ka: I feel yours,Kh’éile. Annisha: Cinnamon... Scott Coleridge: Well, station maintenance is quite different from starship engineering. Not better or worse, but very different. You'll learn a lot you can apply to the Chi Song though. And we are also far more cosmopolitan of an environment than a starship, so you can enjoy that atmosphere while you're here. Scott Coleridge: For example, you might have been told that your chief engineer is a Romulan? Alexis McFarland: ::Returns with the orders, hands out the cones to everyone:: Here we are. Alexis McFarland: Cinnamon flavoured eh? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Starts licking the ice cream.:: Sierra Robinson: :: hands her reporting PADD to the Commander :: Well I look forward to learning new things. :: listens :: This transfer is rather...sudden ...so I will do the best I can do with the Chief Engineer..regardless of who she or he is. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and licks her ice cream as well:: Cptn d'Ka: {{Guard your thoughts,Kh’éile. The pain could be overwhelming.}} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starting to calm down :: Breath Pra... Nijil. Breath Sierra Robinson: I'll do the best I can sir. Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD and adds it to one of the stacks:: Allow me to escort you to engineering and introduce you to Commander Korjata. Chirakis: ::casually:: I am, and I will continue to do so. mimipavilion: ::to self:: Hmmm... interesting. Sierra Robinson: Of course...:: smiles and follows Commander Coleridge :: Chirakis: ::Puts her drink aside:: I suggest you remain here for a while,Kh’éile. Cptn d'Ka: :::turning to face her:: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: ::enters a TL and orders it to the engineering deck:: So you're fresh from the Academy? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around reading, or trying to read, all of the displays. The others felt like he was judging them :: Oh don't mind me. Just soaking it all in. Chirakis: I have a few things to attend to. Stay as long as you need. Sierra Robinson: Yes :: looks to the taller Commander...:: I studied mostly ..uhm...small vehicle maintenance. Our Classroom lab was basically a Type Six Shuttle. Annisha: :: takes a bit of her energy bar :: mimipavilion: ::goes and finds Dacia:: Cptn d'Ka: :::nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in the lab:: Chirakis: ::Hands him the code, turns, and exits into CnC::: Sierra Robinson: If that can be considered a specialization. I thought I saw some small craft...military as I came in on the Cargo Vessel. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, energy bar. Scott Coleridge: And here you are, on a massive station. ::chuckles:: But yes, we do have small cargo craft. And quite a few smaller vessels that dock here require repairs. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees the Captain :: Alexis McFarland: ::licks her ice cream:: Scott Coleridge: Commander Korjata also has a personal Romulan shuttle, the Nei'rrh, that occasionally sees some use on missions that require... more discretion. Play your cards right and he might let you work on it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Leaves his station for a moment and approaches Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? You seem off from your normal routine. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as the Captain's door opens.:: Jylliene: Mm. What is the normal routine anymore? Chirakis: :::wondering who is OIC with Scott gone:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks around :: Oh that is interesting. I wonder if it runs on a singularity mimipavilion: ::finds her and walks over to her:: Jylliene: It's draining to be continually reestablishing equilibrium. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well sure, but I watch people. Err, I mean I just watch people as a normal course in my work, not you specifically. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: I understand. Scott Coleridge: ::exits the TL and escorts Sierra into the main engineering area, looks around for the increasingly erratic Romulan engineer:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: how are our patients? Sierra Robinson: :: follows the Commander in search of the Romulan Engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: There's a replicator here too? :: bends down to look :: Oh, for drinks only. Perhaps tiny sandwiches. Chirakis: :::approaching Tarisa as she begins her normal CnC pace::: Afternoon, Commander. Tarisa: ::nods.:: Hello Captain. Jylliene: There's a lot on my mind. I appreciate you asking. Nijil tr'Korjata: Far better than a protein printer. Dacia Sandero: They're doing well, I think most will be healthy enough to be released in the next day or two. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sure. If I can be of any help my, err, desk is right over there. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: runs to it :: Chirakis: :::still in her dress uniform:: I must commend you for the work you have done. It saved many lives. Tarisa: ::One of ears rotated towards Jylliene and Cayne.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Yes, glad to finally see the tail end of this thing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moving around to see what the other engineers on duty are doing :: Cptn d'Ka: ::staring out the window, the pain of Missouri's loss almost overwhelming::: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Thank you Captain, but it was a group effort with other teams involved. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed. I'm going to the CnC for a while. Scott Coleridge: ::finally spots Nijil weaving in and out of various engineers on duty:: Commander Korjata, a moment? Sierra Robinson: :: looking around with the Commander :: Hmm One thing I noticed...some of the Engineering systems have Ferengi writing.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Me? Oh yes sure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily finishes her ice cream.:: Yummy! Chirakis: ::nod::: And that is to be commended. Dacia Sandero: Okay, I'll tend to things down here mimipavilion: ::on her way to tl:: good. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: That's nice. First time I ordered from there, though my mom bought some pints there. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh someone new? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Commander, this is Ensign Sierra Robinson. Ensign, this is Commander Nijil tr'Korjata. Alexis McFarland: How's that cinnamon ice cream, Annisha? Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me get a look at you... Sierra Robinson: Hi! I am Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for duty pleased to meet you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Neejil or Nijil, however you like. Alexis McFarland: ::eating the last bit of her ice cream cone:: And what should we do next? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Scott Coleridge: And yes, while Aegis is predominantly a Starfleet installation, we have some Ferengi, Cardassian, and Romulan technology on board. Oh, and Breen here and there. Scott Coleridge: ::pauses:: Did I miss any, Nijil? Tarisa: Miana> Hmmm....::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: ::writing up some medical reports on the remaining patients;: Tarisa: ::Notes another arrival to CnC with a flick of an ear.:: mimipavilion: ::steps off to the side:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs and holds both of Sierra's hands :: I believe you are the youngest human officer I have met. Alexis McFarland: We could go to the park. Chirakis: :::continues her normal pace, checking stations, answering questions - of which there are few - and eventually stopping at OPS::: Commander Kital. ::slight nod:: Jylliene: Captain. ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her hands go :: Sierra Robinson: Uh yes...Straight out of the Academy. I must say you are the first Romulan I have ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: Really? How delightful. I dare say I am not like most...well, any Rihan Jylliene: ((Boy and how)) Chirakis: Anything new that I should know? Annisha: My father would have it smell like tea, and every girl's hair would be braided. Jylliene: New arrival to engineering. A temporary assignment? Nijil tr'Korjata: What would you like to know? Chirakis: :::relaxes in the chair next to her::: Sierra Robinson: I guess I am going to have a lot of studying to do on my time off.....so many different engineering systems..this will be a challenge! Jylliene: Her original ship was lost. Alexis McFarland: Ooh nice! Your dad did a good job with my hair. My mother was quite impressed. Jylliene: Commander Coleridge took her down to Engineering. Scott Coleridge: I'll leave you in Commander Korjata's capable hands. Chirakis: Excellent. Sierra Robinson: Thank you sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry about the hands thing... part of my history I guess. Scott Coleridge: If you have any questions he can't answer, or need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. mimipavilion: ::hears Jylliene and Chirakis' conversation:: Chirakis: So... while I was gone who was in command? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Try not to scare her off too much. Nijil tr'Korjata: So you are human. So many of them here. Oh, what languages can you read? Sierra Robinson: Oh no...no worries. I will learn to be more diplomatic over time...Going to have to. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I will keep her Commander, thank you. Jylliene: ::isn't entirely sure:: Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: Just some Earth languages I am afraid. Perhaps I can learn more on this vast Station. Tarisa: ::Checking the database on her console.:: Jylliene: ::puzzled look:: Nobody was officially named. Sierra Robinson: Looks like you have many engineers, I took my extra classes at the academy in small craft maintenance Nijil tr'Korjata: Surprisingly, my Rihan is far rustier than I would like. I don't even have a Rihan accent. Chirakis: ::slight grin and a relaxed inhale::: Since we are not being attacked, nor is there any danger at the moment, I don't believe it makes that much difference. However. ::glance toward Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Would you like to see the Rihan ship? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods for someone to take over for a moment :: Sierra Robinson: An Actual Rihan ship! Outstanding :: a bit excited :: Chirakis: Or, as Terrans say, 'in a pinch', you are qualified for command. :::Notices Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have all sorts of beeps and noises if something happens. Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::slight grin at beeps and noises:: Chirakis: :slight turn in his direction:: Indeed you do. Scott Coleridge: ::departs engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Great. E lua i le utupoto i le Nei'rrh, Chirakis: :::stands:: Good afternoon, Doctor. mimipavilion: Afternoon Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both Korjata and Robinson beam to the flight deck :: Sierra Robinson: Sounds like I need to study Romulan. :: follows NijiL :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh it's not Romulan. :: Now they are on the flight deck :: Nijil tr'Korjata: This was faster. :: They were at the nose of the Romulan shuttle Nei'rrh. Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Are most personnel back on duty, or are there still some in the complex? Sierra Robinson: :: looks at the Romulan Vessel ...looking at the " Beak " :: mimipavilion: There's a few in medical, they'll be released in the next day or two. All others have been released. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just like a bird, don't you think? Sierra Robinson: What type of power source does she have sir? Chirakis: And they are well, or are there residual problems? mimipavilion: They’re well. Sierra Robinson: The Shuttle I worked on at shop was a Type Six. This is far more...aesthetic. Nijil tr'Korjata: Forced Quantum Singularity Chirakis: :::nod of satisfaction::: Good. Nijil tr'Korjata: It can't be shut off.. unless containment is broken. Sierra Robinson: Wow! Singularity Drive. I never thought I would see one. Scott Coleridge: ::re-enters CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This can do warp 9 for an extended period... but requires a lot of maintenance. Tarisa: ::Perks up again as someone else enters.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter can even fly it Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander Coleridge. ::slight grin::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's only... how old.. 10 yes. Sierra Robinson: :: not touching she looks at it closely :: Did you teach her yourself? Cptn d'Ka: ::resting for the first time since the disaster::: Sierra Robinson: Does your daughter live on Aegis? Scott Coleridge: ::uh-oh, he knows that tone:: Yes, Captain? Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's a natural. Which is good because it allowed her to escape a barium mining operation she was a slave at. Scott Coleridge: ::did she see the PADD-piles? he never should have tried building a house of PADDs:: Chirakis: Walk with me, Commander. :::moves away from the others:: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's plotting my demise right now I bet. Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks around and looks at the Port warp Nacelle :: Very Nice...errr...uhm well not plotting your demise comment the Nacelles :: smiles :: Jylliene: ::winces inwardly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They placed an electro-shock in her neck and used to punish her. Chirakis: :::quietly, way to the side::: Commander... who was Officer In Command while you were gone? mimipavilion: ::takes a seat at one of the mission stations and observes:: Sierra Robinson: :: stands :: Who ...DID that? :: looks concerned :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Cries a bit after recounting what he read about what happened to her from the medical reports :: She's alright now, but the emotional distress remains. Nijil tr'Korjata: Child workforce traffickers. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: Did you forget something, Number one? Sierra Robinson: Sorry to bring up sensitivity. Scott Coleridge: ::looks surprisingly relieved now that he knows this isn't about the PADDs but is instead procedural:: Um, I believe Commander Kital was the senior-ranking officer... but now that you mention it, I suppose I did forget to formally designate her in command. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's more like a sad story you read on the news feed.. like it did not happen to you, but this time it was close to home. Sierra Robinson: I guess I can baby sit in a pinch..but sounds like she doesn't need one if she can fly this. Chirakis: Yes, you did forget. Next time, do not forget. ::not stern, just reminding him::: Scott Coleridge: Understood. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS. Chirakis: TBS will bring us to evening. 6 pm or 1800 hours. Chirakis: Everyone, welcome Ensign Sierra Robinson who will be with us for a while. Chirakis: Perhaps she will keep Nijil on an even keel. Alexis McFarland: Helloooo Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right... Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

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