Chirakis

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 March 2020 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 affected by the disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri have been released and returned to duty. Engineering is working diligently to repair systems. One question remains: has Commander Korjata become insane, or is another crisis on the horizon?

On the Edge Chirakis Kirel He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else, and now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. ~Lt Commander Jylliene Kital Jylliene’s words to Captain Chirakis were startling enough to immediately call Psychologist Amanda Davis. Had Commander Korjata succumbed to a mental disorder? Did he possibly have a residual effect from the disease that had plagued the station? Had stress given him a mental disorder, possibly schizophrenia? After consulting with the doctor, Kirel left CnC, hoping that another crisis was not on the horizon. “Lieutenant Garand, meet me in surveillance immediately,” said Kirel as she entered the lift. “On my way, Captain,” Garand replied, scrambling to put aside his work in time to meet the captain as she entered the security complex. “We have a situation, Captain?” “Possibly,” she replied as he fell in step with her. “I need to check the surveillance footage from main engineering, Alpha watch yesterday morning.” Upon entering her code, the door to Surveillance opened to a large area covered by assorted screens that hung strategically on every wall and displayed internal and external areas of the station. Security personnel alternately hunched or relaxed at their stations as they monitored and assessed data while a few others moved smoothly among them. Captain Chirakis and Lt Jeremy Garand exited that room and entered what they called The Back Door: the observation area reserved for superior officers. The door closed, Garand offered Kirel a chair, engaged a console and flicked his wrist to throw images of engineering on the main screen. “Any particular area of engineering, Captain?” he continued as he made a few adjustments. “Follow Commander Korjata, since he is in command. And… since we are dealing with privileged information….” She slipped on a headset just as Nijil’s image appeared. “Commander Korjata beginning….zero seven hundred Aegis local, June 1, ma’am,” the lieutenant said, moving aside. As Kirel watched, Nijil seemed puzzled, looking around, and fidgeting with equipment. An approaching engineer startled him, the engineer apologized, and it was downhill from there. “Sorry, sir. Just the MP,” said the junior engineer. “MP?” said Nijil, definitely confused. “The Morning PADD, sir. The issues from the previous day that we need to tackle today.” The commander didn’t seem to understand. He stared at the PADD a moment, then took the PADD and read until he noticed a group of engineers standing next to him. “Yes?” “Your assignments, sir?” asked the team leader. “Assig… oh. Oh! Let me look here. Something good for you. How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls.” As soon as they left, the commander looked up to the ceiling as if he was waiting for something. He raised his hands and whispered, “Any time now.” Kirel reached forward to freeze the screen. “Sweep engineering for an intruder. Focus on the overhead.” “Sweeping the area… focusing on the overhead,” Garand replied, then watched the captain’s expression shift from curious to alarmed as she removed her headset with a sigh. “Secure the screen, lieutenant, and tell me…. Have you witnessed this kind of behavior in engineering before?” she asked, purposely leaving out the commander’s name. “Yes, ma’am, several times. But never out of the ordinary. Things have been pretty crazy everywhere on the station lately, so he’s not the only one to be distracted. You know… lack of sleep, lack of engineers, and especially the lack of coffee.” “Um… coffee,” she mused, relaxing into the armchair. “How long have you been watching this particular area?” "In engineering?” He shrugged. “Just over a week, ma'am." “And behavior was close to normal until recently?” “Yes, ma'am. Close to normal. The medical situation was our first priority.” “As was mine, Lieutenant. For now, keep eyes on. Alert me immediately to anything suspicious. Watch for strange behavior, odd shifts in language, talking when there is no one there. And be aware: this information is confidential.”

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= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/20/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working hard in engineering... how long has it been.. shift almost over? No? How many hours? :: Dacia Sandero: ::monitoring progress of the spray :: Chirakis: ::enters CnC in full dress uniform, several medals gleam in the light:::: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: Captain. Chirakis: ::slight turn, then nod::: Commander. Dacia Sandero: ::rubs her chin:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: People kept on coming up to him, asking advice, wanting a new assignment... slacking off :: Annisha: :: Looks Alexis in the eye... :: Chirakis: ::steps toward her after taking a PADD from the command desk::: Anything I should know about? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? ::Looks back at Annisha:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shakes his head as he watches his display console :: Dacia Sandero: It's going well, I'd say? Jylliene: Nothing new, ma'am. No changes. Annisha: I'm watching au... Chirakis: ::flips through the PADD as she waits:: Alexis McFarland: I am in the eye in the sky, looking at youuuu... I can read your mind... Annisha: Probably not gettin' much Alexis McFarland: Nope. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the main display, overlays the teams :: Like an ant colony.. Chirakis: ::looks up:: No changes? Nothing? Alexis McFarland: ::dopey grin:: Jylliene: Nothing since this morning. Everything is settling in. <w> No changes on Nijil. Annisha: :: Still sporting the braid :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: An engineer hands Nijil a mug with a hot liquid in it. He drinks.. :: What is this Lt.? Alexis McFarland: Still holding up well. mimipavilion: ::catching up on important reports:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Your favorite drink sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh...so it is. Thank you. Chirakis: (w) No changes... regarding what? Tarisa: Miana> ::Does a headstand for no reason. Grins:::: Annisha: It's tight.. did something to the ends to hold it together. Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: (w) His behavior. Acting very unlike himself. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm. I see why I like it. Do you like it? :: to the engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Not my style sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. Well thanks for the boost. Chirakis: ::gives Jyl her full attention:: (w) In what way? Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC from the lift.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Miana do hand-stands:: Like hair spray? That explains a lot Dacia Sandero: ::keeps a tab on things from her console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the engineer walk away, then looks up. :: Any time now. :: laughs :: Time... ugh. :: waves someone forward :: Next... Annisha: Na, just the end so it will stay together... Annisha: I mean I have straight hair as it is. Jylliene: (w) As was in my message to you a few days ago. He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens :: Spill of what? Scott Coleridge: ::finishing some rounds and then heads for the CnC:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: My office, Commander. Commander Cayne, you have the con. Jylliene: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods without looking up :: Jylliene: ::follows:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is told it's a coolant :: Oh, wait, what properties? :: the engineer indulges him in his query :: Oh, yes. Send a team now. Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: CnC Nijil tr'Korjata: No one hurt. Oh thank the goddess. Chirakis: ::walking slowly toward her office, she waits for Jyl and closes the door when she enters::: Please, have a seat, and tell me exactly what is happening. Annisha: What do cats do? For hair styles? Annisha: Do au hate if someone pats the fur the wrong way? Alexis McFarland: My cat hissed at me when I tried to put a bow in her hair. Jylliene: ::has a seat:: He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else. And now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his chrono... :: Come on... Dacia Sandero: ::checks on patients in the sickbay, glad things were returning to normal::: Chirakis: ::puts her PADD aside as she sits:: A different version? Jylliene: All of the little things seem different. Tarisa: Miana> ::Rolls and plops down in front of Alexis and Annisha.:: I like bows. The small ones though. Not the really huge ones. Chirakis: ::leans back in her chair::: Could you be a little more specific? Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ This is Engineer Nijil. There was a level 2 spill on a utility deck. No one has been hurt, but in case my team was misinformed I thought you should know. Jylliene: Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. He even braided Annisha's hair. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. I see. They look cute on you, Miana. Annisha: If au ever go as a kitten I big bow would be purrfect.. :: laughs :: Jylliene: I feel like internal alarms are sounding, but I can't point to any one thing and say "Aha!" mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Ok I'm on my way. Chirakis: So I assume that braiding her hair is not normal. Other mannerisms? mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia I'm going to Engineering Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: OK Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ Level 37, section B mimipavilion: ::takes a med kit, enters a tl:: +Nijil+ understood. mimipavilion: ::orders the tl to Level 37 section B:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, notes that Jylliene isn't at Ops:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits her office just in time to see Mimi's exit::: Tarisa: Miana> Nuh uh. Jylliene: ::throws her hands up helplessly:: Everything is just off. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Computer, display the chemical composition of the coolant in question from the level 37, section B spill... Jylliene: He knows us, he knows his way around.. but there's just something very, very off. Amanda Davis PhD: ::holding a plate::: Fresh scones, Dacia. ::moves toward the teapot::: Jylliene: Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. Dacia Sandero: Sure thanks. I've just made a pot of tea that would go lovely with that. Annisha: I was thinking of darkening my eyes. Make me look even more evil. Annisha: :: squints her eyes :: Amanda Davis PhD: Lovely. Alexis McFarland: Don't you already have dark eyes, or did you want them black like mine? mimipavilion: ::arrives on Level 37 section B:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and goes and gets the tea pot:: Annisha: :: Looks really close :: Oh my elements, those are dark Chirakis: :::listening carefully, hoping that this is not the station's next problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Several engineers are working on cleanup. There are Space Caution signs all around :: Alexis McFarland: Mm. All Betazeds have dark eyes. Chirakis: ::then nods::: Someone impersonating... :::considering that::: Has he seen Dr Davis recently? mimipavilion: ::goes over to the area, staying out of the mess and calls one of the engineers over:: What happened? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Doctor? We took the standard precautions as repeated by the SubCommander. Jylliene: I messaged medical, but I don't think he's been in. They've been rather busy. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> We were sealing the coolant by shutting off the line in two places, but the far valve did not shut completely. Dacia Sandero: ::setts out some dishes and tea cups::: Tarisa: Miana> Mithraan eyes can almost be any color of the spectrum. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> :: gestures to the blue-green liquid all over the floor :: mimipavilion: ::to engineer:: Understood. Was anyone injured? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Should we be tested after cleanup? Alexis McFarland: I like your eye colour Miana. ::hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Lt. Sales over there got some on his uniform, but he declothed and is sitting on the bench. Annisha: Mine are green. Chirakis: Very well. Thank you, Commander. You may return to your post and I'll see what I can do. Tarisa: Miana> ::Likes her light blue/almost silver eyes too.:: I know someone from home that has purple. mimipavilion: ::engineer:: Probably wouldn't hurt, since it was coolant. I'll check Sales out. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you, ma'am. Jylliene: ::stands and heads out:: Chirakis: ::escorts Jyl out, standing by the door before closing it behind her::: Jylliene: ::returns to Ops:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng :: nods as he squeegees the floor :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Sales:: How do you feel Lt? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Meanwhile in main engineering :: Is Sales okay? :: talking on the comm :: Alexis McFarland: ooh purple! Scott Coleridge: ::notices the full dress uniform on Chirakis:: Huh. Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing with tea and scones:: Very nice, Dacia. Exactly what I needed this morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales> The smell was a bit much, but once I got my uniform off it got better. Chirakis: +Davis+ Dr. Davis, my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Now I have to worry about the other engineers hiding my clothes. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: I'm going to check you out. Tarisa: Miana> One of the guards that came with us has orange eyes. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > That would put my mind at ease., Jylliene: ::feels a bit better having passed that along:: mimipavilion: ::nods and scans:: Annisha: I see what au mean :: eyes wide :: Tarisa: Miana> It matches his red hair. Almost looks like fire. Alexis McFarland: Impressive! Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: +com+ On my way, Captain. ::turns to Dacia:: Keep the tea warm please, if you can. Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits and enters the lift::: CnC Dacia Sandero: Will do! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches Chirakis :: Dacia Sandero: :;to the other nurses and doctors:: Do try to leave some for Dr Davis when she gets back, yes? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (really good eyes, or rum) Chirakis: (Rum. Definitely) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes the comm :: No one melted... Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of the lift and into CnC, walking straight to the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: This poor man has to watch so many things. :: Goes to the main table to see if half the station is drifting away :: Annisha: I will ask my father to do your hair too. Bet he would. Chirakis: ::meets her at the door:: A simple request, Doctor. :::closes the door behind them:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm... My parents would be fine with that if it looks good like yours. Amanda Davis PhD: ::wonders if something major is about to explode::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending himself a reminder for later :: Chirakis: Have you had contact with Commander Korjata recently? Annisha: :: Swishes her head back and forth :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well... no. Not recently. A few weeks ago. Is there a problem? Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes his head :: I'm going to go native at this rate. mimipavilion: ::Sales:: Well it seems you're fine, but go to medical to get cleaned up. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Oh thank you. :: almost goes to shake her hand :: Ah... maybe later. Chirakis: That is why you are here, Doctor. Apparently the commander is acting strangely. I want you to investigate.... or should I say speak with him? Possibly just have a conversation to see if you notice a difference in his mannerisms. Amanda Davis PhD: I see. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Annisha: And maybe he can cook a larger meal. I think he fixed something better than Grams... but don't tell my Grams.. Chirakis: Just to be sure that he is.... psychologically healthy? mimipavilion: ::nods for Sales to medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: Of course, Captain. Right away. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > :: Heads to medical, but out of uniform :: Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. That is all. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is clearing out the board left and right :: With enough people I can clear these orders in no time. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, ma'am. Chirakis: ::exits the office with Amanda::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Beta Team+ Great work on the microfracture testing on the substructures. Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters the lift, deciding to proceed cautiously on this one::: Alexis McFarland: Oooh, sounds yummy Annisha: :: holds up her hand :: +Nijil+ Father, can au do to my hair with my friends' hair? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Why sure sweetie, when I get home and after dinner. Alexis McFarland: Yay! Annisha: :: Does the was gives gesture :: Sweetie? Chirakis: ::her uniform seems to be drawing attention, but she ignores it:: Annisha: I think he's trolling me.. Alexis McFarland: Maybe he is? Alexis McFarland: Your dad doesn't usually call you "sweetie", doesn't he? Chirakis: ::her thoughts seem to be in another world as she paces slowly around CnC::: Annisha: Na, normally asks how long I was in detention. Alexis McFarland: I mean, mine does but that's different. Annisha: It's probably by association. Alexis McFarland: Hmm.. since we've been out of school I guess he has to think up something different. Jylliene: ::feels better assuming Dr. Davis was going to be looking into things:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she enters the medical complex and almost forgets to step off the lift because she is so distracted by her thoughts::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees main engineering largely empty, the teams out fixing things before lunch :: mimipavilion: ::after observing for a bit, reminds the engineer that the team should stop by medical to get checked out:: Chirakis: :::pauses near Scott:: Anything new, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm worried I missed a uniform memo today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt Sales > :: Makes the walk of shame out of uniform and into medical :: Chirakis: ::blink::: Chirakis: Oh? ::slight pause:: Of course. Those who died on Missouri are on their way to their final resting place. Chirakis: I am thankful that there were no casualties on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: Everything all right? ::to Amanda:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::distracted:: Oh... sorry, Dacia. So far, yes. mimipavilion: ::leaves deck 37 and goes back to medical via the tl:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Amanda Davis PhD: I'm just... I need to think something through. Dacia Sandero: Good to hear. Hope it stays that way. Dacia Sandero: Ok, that's fine. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is rough Mr. Nijil. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have a few things to attend to tonight, so we are pausing a few minutes early. Commander Coleridge, if you would assist. Scott Coleridge: Sure! Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Lt Cdr Tarisa, and Cdr Korjata, step forward. ::hands a box to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::produces the bucket of assorted awards:: Dacia Sandero: ::steps forth:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes out a baseball trophy:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around :: Who? Oh me. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: No. The one who impersonates you. Tarisa: ::Steps up:: Chirakis: (w) The other one, Number One. Scott Coleridge: Fine. ::puts the baseball trophy back and takes out the box:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh.. ::steps :: Chirakis: For your loyalty to Aegis and the work that you have done, you are awarded Service Ribbons. ::nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins on the service ribbons:: Chirakis: ::when he is finished::: Dr. Sandero, remain please. The others may withdraw. Chirakis: Dr. Pavilion, step forward. mimipavilion: ::steps forward:: Dacia Sandero: ::Stays put:: Chirakis: Aegis has a very active group of physicians - and that makes sense since most of the crew is in need of physicians at one time or other... Scott Coleridge: ::readies the next award:: Chirakis: Drs Pavilion and Sandero, both of you have given several hundred hours of work aboard Aegis - literally. Dr. Pavilion, you have 636 hours. Dr Sandero, you have 563 hours. Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Dr. Pavilion, for that you are each awarded the Silver Oakleaf. Chirakis: Be gentle, Number One. They already have quite a few so there might not be much space. And do remember that they are female. :::stare::: Chirakis: ::Nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins the awards:: Chirakis: Our thanks to you all for your service to Aegis. Chirakis: In the coming days there will be more awards, so everyone - be patient. Chirakis: TBS will be... a few hours. Does lunch time sound good? Scott Coleridge: Sounds good to me Chirakis: We will continue next week at 1300 / 1 pm. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Chirakis: And thank you for 100% attendance.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |20 March 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex.

The End of the Beginning Aboard USS Missouri 0600 June 5, 2388 There are whispers in the emptiness between the stars, the meaning of which has all but vanished among the young. ~Ethan Neufeld Clad in full dress Sindar uniform, USS Missouri’s Captain Je’rit d’Ka stood by the viewport of his office, staring into space, beyond the ship, beyond Aegis, beyond planets, stars, and nebulae, beyond what seemed to be nothingness. What most would call a void, the ancients believed that movement among celestial bodies produced a sensual harmony, and they did. D’ka had heard them whisper since childhood. As he grew, the whispers grew with him. And in this day of mourning, the more he watched, the more he listened, and the more he heard. Some things he could control; others he could not. The pain he felt with the loss of 37 officers who had gone beyond the call of duty to help contain the Alien Alliance virus was almost more than he could bear. Commander Lei’ri stood beside him to watch, listen, and to give him solace if possible. But the solace was not forthcoming, so he kept a discreet distance, waiting for the captain’s agony to subside. “Are you familiar with an ancient terran lyricist, ‘Ri?” the captain asked as he continued to stare into space. “One with the surname Shakespeare?” “I am, Keann-aí.* But only what you have told me.” D’ka gave a slow nod, then turned to watch a distant stellar prominence and began, “How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony.” He sighed. “A beautiful piece, is it not?” “It is, Keann-aí. But I must ask, if I may…? “Of course.” “You have often said that you hear many things, Keann-aí. Do you hear this music in what seems to be a silent void?” “I do, ‘Ri,” he replied, turning to face him. “I always have. And what I hear in this music is profoundly sad, like a dirge, a burial song….” His voice trailed off. “Ten days, ‘Ri,” he whispered as his eyes darkened to the deep blue of mourning. “If we had been more vigilant," he continued somberly. "If we had deciphered the alien code more quickly. If we had been more cautious, more aware….” “Keann-aí,” Lei’ri interrupted quietly, “the past is gone. We must abandon those thoughts, put them aside, and look to the future.” After a moment, the captain’s eyes faded to a more contemplative blue as d’Ka turned to face him. “True, ‘Ri. We cannot bring them back. That I know all too well.” He paused for a moment of thought. “The Klingons have Sto-vo-kor, the Romulans have Vorta Vor, the Vulcans have Sha Ka Ree, the Terrans have Heaven, but the Sindar and Qr’var?” “A vast difference, Keann-aí. And we are fortunate.” An hour later the Captains d’Ka and Chirakis, along with Commander Lei’ri, stood on Missouri’s hangar deck, awaiting the arrival of a VIP shuttle. The fighter bay had been thoroughly cleansed. Bits of the alien stealth ship and its contents had been sealed in pods and sent toward the nearest star where the contents would be completely destroyed. Those who had perished in the virus were meticulously sanitized, clad in full dress uniform, and gently laid in burial pods, then draped in the symbols and colors of the house, the family, or the clan of the deceased. Her polished hull gleaming in the light of USS Missouri’s fighter bay, the shuttle settled silently on the deck. The captains and commander processed to stand by the ramp. With jaws set, eyes front, and expressions stern, they paused, then stepped to the side and turned, waiting to flank those who would exit. A moment later, with a whisper of hydraulics, the shuttle’s ramp lowered before a sea of blue, red, white, gold, silver, and gray—superior officers of the Joint Allied Powers. From the shuttle’s darkened interior the officers emerged and processed shoulder to shoulder, rank upon rank in strict formation, dress uniforms studded with insignia. A crisp command echoed from the bay’s entrance, bringing rank upon rank to sharp attention. The Honor Guard advanced in slow, strict step, their ceremonial boot heels clicking a cadence on the deck plates and cutting through the otherwise complete silence of the bay. At the bottom of the ramp, their boots slapped together before they executed a crisp about face and presented the flags of the Joint Allied Powers in tribute before the assembly, ready for the pallbearers to carry the deceased into the shuttle, to a place of honor where they would begin their journeys home. __________________ Keann-aí - The formal Sindar word for captain.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/13/20 = /\ = = /\ = 4 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.156 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Science and Missouri personnel are close to finding a cure for the illness on Aegis and Missouri. Hopefully the toxin will be neutralized via the environmental systems. A plan to relocate the gremlins to another planet is in progress. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::taking over Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the plan:: Jylliene: ::somewhat tired; didn't sleep well, worried about whatever was going on with Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Chirakis: :::entering CnC, pausing for threat assessment, then proceeding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil wondered how many hours had it been since he did not wake up in the night... actually slept pretty well. Must have been the hum of the station :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Chirakis: :::turns at the sound of a certain person entering who is late for his post::: Annisha: :: Working at her station for remote school :: Chirakis: :::Scott:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::still sleeping:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::documenting what she can from an aux station on the CnC. Should be fascinated with the biological discoveries going on but can't quite shake the daze she feels:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters main engineering, sees all of the people :: Oh my. Jylliene: ::scrolling the info:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working at his post, this time looking inward at the people on the station :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on a redistribution system for Tarisa's sugar-based solution:: Scott Coleridge: Morning, Captain. Chirakis: ::begins to wander from station to station, trying to put aside most of what has happened in the last few days::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moves over to the main table that shows the entire station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to herself :: Is this what you do.... Chirakis: :::she notices that there are some on duty who probably did not sleep well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ahh! :: jumps at an engineer approaching him :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Sorry sir, just the MP. Nijil tr'Korjata: MP? mimipavilion: ::satisfied with the plan and goes to Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Morning PADD...? The issues from the previous day we need to tackle today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh sure. :: takes padd. Starts to read :: Thank you, Lieutenant. Chirakis: :::stops at the OPS console and speaks quietly::: Commander Kital. ::quizzical nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is a big place. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: How’s the distribution going for the Tarisa's solution Jylliene: Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::begins reviewing reports from the previous shift:: Chirakis: You seem... distracted. Is there a problem? Dacia Sandero: It's going well, so far. I am hopeful it'll work. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Placing a hand on his hip :: Jylliene: Only those things I've already mentioned to you ::quietly:: mimipavilion: Me too. How soon do you think we can get it out? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Snaps his hand away :: No no... :: looks at the padd again :: Chirakis: ::slow nod:: Chirakis: :::also notices Lt Dran's apparent exhaustion::: Dacia Sandero: Well, that I'm not 100% sure on right now, since we've only just started but I would hope within the morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He could feel the anxiety rise as he read over the duty logs :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, I'll let you get back to it. Don't forget to take breaks. Jylliene: ::murmured:: He went to shift as usual this morning. Still seeming very off. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: reading was a challenge, but it was becoming easier :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on it, replicating enough of the solution to distribute to the whole station and possibly shipyard:: Dacia Sandero: I will, thanks Mimi. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I think you say that every sim...) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Noticed a set of engineers standing next to him :: Yes?' Chirakis: :::listening without looking at her::: Jylliene: (well, perhaps...) Nijil tr'Korjata: Eng Group Leader: Your assignment sir? Chirakis: ::eyes on Dran::: mimipavilion: I'll let you get back to it. I'll be in my office. ::goes back to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and keeps on working with her medical and science staff:: Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly, unsure what else to do:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Assig… oh oh. Let me look here. Something good for you :: looks :: fine people. :: pauses for a moment :: How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::marking everything she enters for later review:: Chirakis: (w) :::Jyl:: There are others who can take OPS if you need a break or otherwise. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Touches his chin... notices he forgot to shave, frowns :: Jylliene: (w) I may take you up on that. Jylliene: (w) barely slept. Felt...vulnerable. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up into the ceiling as if waiting for something, raises his hands, quietly saying :: Anytime now. Chirakis: (w) Perhaps an hourly rotation? Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: (w) Very well. You will be relieved in an hour. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thought of him, and what he must be going through :: Oh my.... Jylliene: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::drinking some tea whilst she works:: Chirakis: :::moves on toward Dran::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Realized time is very relative and raising his hands would make no difference :: Chirakis: 10:30 PM mimipavilion: ::in her office going over reports making sure their up-to-date:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright, next group. :: waves them to him :: Jylliene: ::breathes a slight sigh of relief:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, the girl... +Annisha+ Nijil to Annisha. Annisha: +Nijil+ Ie father? Au fall again? Chirakis: :::casual approach::: Lt Dran ::nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ I what? No no, wanted to wish you a good day and I will help you with your astrophysics math when I get home. Annisha: :: Looking a bit perplexed :: +Nijil+ Sure thing pops. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Good little flower, father out. Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up and connects to her terminal:: Chirakis: I trust you are well. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Message to Jylliene+ Something with rice tonight? I have a spice inspiration. Dacia Sandero: (curry) Alexis McFarland: ::in her blanket, as she sits at her terminal connects with Annisha:: Jylliene: +msg to Nijil+That sounds appealing. Scott Coleridge: ::watching Chirakis make the rounds out of the corner his eye:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Clears out a few more crews and sends them on their way :: Does he do any actual work? Tae'Lynn Dran: That might be a generous assessment but I think most of us are feeling the fatigue. Chirakis: :::wondering if the new rotation is working, or if it is being used at all::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Msg to Jylliene+ Wonderful. See you tonight hun. Chirakis: Indeed most of us are. Have you slept lately? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes over to the replicator, looks at the menu :: When in Rome... Tae'Lynn Dran: Last night more than before but I think that only reminded me of what I've been missing. Annisha: +Alexis+ :: puts her in the corner of her display :: Meanest Rihan on the station at your service. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, so many teas... Chirakis: ...and that would be? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watched a past vid of Nijil walking to his duty station :: An odd Rihan. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blink:: Sleep Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog. ::does the same:: Chirakis: And how many hours of sleep are you getting? Nijil tr'Korjata: Replicator, the strongest tea you have please, ninety-five centigrade Tae'Lynn Dran: I can not say for sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes the tea and sips it :: Mmmm Chirakis: So... are you working on the virus, or otherwise? Scott Coleridge: ::noticing some reports from departments that some people are working longer hours, despite the new rotations, because they think it's the best way to beat this problem:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I am documenting the research for later review. Chirakis: ::checks the chrono::: Lt Dran, put your work aside and get some rest. And that is not a suggestion. Alexis McFarland: ::works on their assignments and stuff:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, Yes sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eyes roll back and sips even more of the tea :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::logs out of her station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are having this tonight. :: says loudly, catching the attention of the other engineers. Nijil looks up :: Oh, the tea is really good. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the lift:: Chirakis: ::wanders toward Scott::: Commander, the ventilation system is working well and we have fewer personnel having problems. It's time to settle down, is it not? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I concur. Annisha: +Alexis+ Working on the same thing I am. :: shows her the whiteboard :: Chirakis: :::slight chuckle::: (w) We have a stand-by shift that has never been used. Within the hour we will make good use of it. Alexis McFarland: :sees:: Yeah. I'm stuck on the second part. Scott Coleridge: I'll make some preparations. Alexis McFarland: ::looks like she's wrapped up like a burrito:: Annisha: :: Looks at the image of Alexis :: Are au trying to make me hungry? Alexis McFarland: I'm just tryna be warm. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hmm.. Pretty warm here, but since they don't want us congregating, here we are. Chirakis: :::moves to the command console and orders the stand-by shift::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to his office and sits :: Alexis McFarland: Yes, here we are. But at least I can be in my PJs and blanket Chirakis: 10:55 PM Annisha: :: swishes her head around :: +Alexis+ Do au like my braids? Scott Coleridge: ::distributing stand-by shift standing orders:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to Dacia:: Hey quick question: Do we have enough to get it through the ventilation system here? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Oooh! Pretty! Did you just get them? Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie. Guess who did them? Chirakis: ::relaxes into the chair to read a notice from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up at Mimi:: Based on our research, yes we should have enough for the whole station. Alexis McFarland: Uhh, Jyliene? Jylliene: (Nah, Jyl can't braid. She can rock a ponytail, though) Alexis McFarland: Don't tell me it was your pop? mimipavilion: Ok. Let's get it installed immediately and I'll let the Command staff know. Annisha: +Alexis+ Au think it would be my mom, but no. My father did it. Did not even ask, just started. Alexis McFarland: Wow. Annisha: +Alexis+ Maybe he's a rope tying wizard... Alexis McFarland: My dad can't braid my hair like that... It'd just end up a disaster... kekeke. Chirakis: :::frowns as she reads through it, then blanks the screen::: Dacia Sandero: I agree Chirakis: 10:58 PM Annisha: +Alexis+ My father is really weird. mimipavilion: Alright. +Chirakis/Scott+ Pavilion to Command staff. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Go ahead. Alexis McFarland: Ah. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ We're ready to distribute the mixture throughout the station. Scott Coleridge: Exciting. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Understood. Collaborate with engineering and make it so. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ How long until optimal saturation? Chirakis: ::nod to Scott::: Indeed it is. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders of Jy would look good with a braid, or just too much like the daughter... :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and presses a button:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ should be now Dacia Sandero: Ok Chirakis: ::notices the change::: And now we see how well it works. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by Chirakis: TBS will lead us to the next day. Everyone will be well rested. Stand-by shift will just have to endure. Chirakis: Let's make it 10:00 hours the next day. Chirakis: Just to relieve the number 7 and give it a break. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Congratulations to everyone for finding a treatment! Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: And working so hard that they are exhausted. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Try the tea. Wash your hands. Dacia Sandero: I hope you have plenty of TP. Chirakis: Everyone... be very careful where you go, be vigilant, wash your hands. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Note: The outbreak of the Coronavirus was first reported in December, 2019. This plot began in September of 2019 and is not meant to mirror the Coronavirus. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |13 March 2020 4 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.156 TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Science, and Missouri’s personnel are close to finding a cure for the illness that has appeared on Aegis and Missouri. Genetically modified gremlins aboard Missouri have more potent pathogens. Although Aegis personnel have suffered weakness, strange dreams, and hallucinations, Missouri has lost 37 personnel. Science is testing a concoction via the environmental systems, hoping that it will neutralize the toxin on Aegis. If it is successful, they will pass it on to Missouri. A plan to relocate the gremlins to another planet is in progress.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/6/20 = /\ = = /\ = 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 = /\ = TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis and Missouri continue to collaborate on a cure for the disease. Science and Medical are close to finding a cure. Because Missouri's gremlins are genetically modified, their pathogens are more potent. Missouri is quarantined. 37 of their personnel have died. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::preparing to hand over station:: Dacia Sandero: ::in her study, looking at a sample of DNA:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to an isolated part of a corridor to a bench just around a curve :: Alright Muuhi... I'm ready to return. :: sits :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating dessert in her room, just finished dinner with her family:: Chirakis: ::walking the gremlin side with Lt Bristow, each taking another wing, just to see what has or might happen and to observe Bravo 1:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips up his padd, watching the time pass to the millisecond... :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters medical:: mimipavilion: ::going over the anatomy of the gremlins, still:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Three, two, one and..... :: waits :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uhm.. :: gets up and starts to walk to his quarters :: Dacia Sandero: Dr Proctor> ::hears someone come in:: Hello? Can I help you? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: talking to himself :: Perhaps the temporal alignment module is off... or the capacitor underwent a correction... yes... that.. :: enters a lift :: Nijil's quarters. :: lift moves :": Chirakis: ::knowing that science and medical might work through the night, concerned about Missouri's personnel, and hoping that does not happen on Aegis::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taking a last looks at the sector map :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees pings on his padd for engineering concerns :: Jylliene: ::starts heading to quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::Proctor:: Hi, I'm just checking in on medical's status. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Lift stops on his level :: Come on Muuhi... get me back. :: rounds a corner :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He looked at the chrono on the padd, watching the seconds race by :: Chirakis: ::stops to take a look in the gremlins’ quarters and they are all fast asleep::: Annisha: :: Playing how much is that Feklar in the window on her tiny guitar :: Jylliene: ::heads down the corridor, sees Nijil, smiles:: Dacia Sandero: Proctor> Ah. Things are going well here, sir. Dr Sandero already clocked out for the day, but I believe she said she was still working on a cure. I believe Dr. Pavillion is doing the same as well. Nijil tr'Korjata: No no.. no no... oh Jylliene. I, err, how was your shift? Jylliene: It was fine. How are you holding up? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He changed his demeanor like the videos showed :: Scott Coleridge: Any notable progress on the cure? Nijil tr'Korjata: Me? Oh yes. The shift was fine. Lots of station keeping.. uhm, replicators are working again all over. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at the padd, grimaces :: Jylliene: ...yes. They've been working for a while. Why, did they start to malfunction again? Nijil tr'Korjata: No no...no. Since I rewrote the subroutines to account for changes only after checking against the pristine installation. Something Nijil did not think about, I mean something I did not think of before. Tarisa: ::Stepping out of the medlab, seeing Scott.:: Actually Commander, we have. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think he needed a fresh mind to think upon it. Jylliene: ::nods slowly:: How much sleep have you had recently...? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with her :: Dacia Sandero: Proctor> Yes... Ahh. ::lets Tarisa speak:: mimipavilion: ::thinks that the pheromone sacks maybe something along the lines of their mood:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh the normal I think... still those dreams, but they are nice, the person I keep seeing is nice...so I hear. Chirakis: :::short talk with Lt Bristow, then takes the lift to science::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs her hand and places it in his :: Jylliene: ::nods slowly:: Dacia Sandero: ::heading back to the med lab:: Jylliene: Dinner? Jylliene: ::smiles:: Tarisa: Initial tests were successful. I was about to send the specs to engineering for distribution in the environmental systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: Dinner? What time is it... oh yes. Shall I cook? Jylliene: If you'd like. mimipavilion: ::also goes to the medlab:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::in his office, contemplating their next move or if they ever have one::: Dacia Sandero: ::since she wasn't on duty, she went in a comfortable civilian shirt and blouse:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have a really old recipe... and when I mean old I really mean it. Alexis McFarland: ::plays "Classical Gas" on her Vulcan harp:: Jylliene: I look forward to trying it. Jylliene: ::smile:: Scott Coleridge: ::visibly brightens at this news:: Wonderful. Have you sent it to Missouri as well? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders what they do at this point. Kiss before? Kiss after? :: Jylliene: I'll just clean up in the meantime. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: Oh here we are. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters :: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::deep sigh::: Tarisa: I have a recommended dosage to send to Missouri for them to begin. ::Forwards to Missouri Med/SCI.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes right to the kitchen :: Hi Anni Jylliene: ::enters, then heads to the bath:: Annisha: :: stops her playing :: Anni? Father, are au alright? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh fine, just excited to be home...cooking. mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical and goes to the lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::returns back to the med lab:: Jylliene: ::enters, starts up the shower, and considers who to send a message to:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off from his station and heads down to get something to eat at any number of places on the commerce level :: Jylliene: ::knows med and sci are both really busy:: Annisha: Are we going with replicator meal? Tarisa: ::Finishing her specs as she talks to Scott, then sends them to engineering.:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::Tarisa's information also comes to his console::: Jylliene: ::starts to wash:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks and looks :: Oh, no, not tonight. No time for that little one. Dacia Sandero: I figured I could get more done in here... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gets some cold proteins and vegetables from the cold unit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Mumbles :: Wonder if they have any Kol'vat like spice... maybe an oil... Scott Coleridge: ::takes a look at the specs:: Annisha: :: walks over to her father :: Rough day at work? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: swirls a flask of oil around :: This might do. Annisha: :: tugs at this sleeve :: Hmm? Scott Coleridge: ::understands some of the basic molecular stuff, but doesn't grasp the full intricacy:: How long will this take to be effective? Cptn d'Ka: @ Med/Sci> ::checking the specifications sent from Aegis:: mimipavilion: ::enters the lab and listens:: Dacia Sandero: ::Listens too:: Chirakis: ::standing by, listening::: Jylliene: ::dries off, still considering medical or security or both:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down and rubs her head :: Well, there were one hundred and forty-seven issues to fix and I mixed up the repair teams to get people more experience. Took a little longer, but I think it's more flexible. Tarisa: I estimate one to two hours before we see a change. The air might smell a little sweet for a few hours, but it will eventually subside. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Heats the pan and places oil in it :: Scott Coleridge: That's remarkably quickly. Alexis McFarland: ::sits on her bed, reading a holo-manga:: Annisha: Did au do something yourself? Nijil tr'Korjata: No no, not this time. Just watched and answered questions as needed. :: looked at the chrono, sighed :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flicks some water in the pan, watched it sizzle :: Ah, there we go. Chirakis: :::curious at a chemical with sweetness::::: Tarisa: That is just the beginning, it will still take many hours to complete. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: place the protein in the pan. It started to cook :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to teach you to cook. Annisha: With Blubby's au can let them do the hard work. Scott Coleridge: Indeed. I believe Ops and Security have almost finished their plan to contain and evacuate the gremlins, but it's still going to take time to put that into motion. This will buy us time and hopefully prevent further deaths. Dacia Sandero: But it should work, based on our research I think. Jylliene: ::sends a quick message to medical, referencing the dreams he had mentioned before, and had referred to again this evening:: Cptn d'Ka: @ Mec/Sci> :::working on it, exchanging information::: Tarisa: ::Nods:: Once Engineering finishes configuration, the process can then begin immediately. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: scoffs :: It brings people together. Who does not like a good meal. I would need you to finish this if I can't. Maybe I'll faint for a moment. I did just get off a shift. Annisha: But au were on your butt the whole time, au just told me. Chirakis: :::pondering::: Commander, exactly what would make this.... concoction... sweet? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat around :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Be a sweetie and mix those cold vegetables together. Annisha: Swee- sure father. :: mixes them in a large bowel :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his PADD again for the time :: Annisha: Late to be somewhere again? mimipavilion: ::receives a message about Nijil from Jylliene and raises a brow:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks at her progress and considers her question :: That's one way to put it. Work stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat again :: Tarisa: It is the glucose molecules. It will not be as strong to those that are not sensitive to smell. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat high in the air :: Annisha: Wow, when did au learn that? Won't it fall to the floor? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not if you have had enough practice. :: flips again :: Chirakis: ...and glucose has a sweetness. Annisha: :: Looks at his padd :: Hmm, it's counting up now. Chirakis: :::sudden thought::: Commander, is glucose used to make chocolate? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks sad :: Yeah. Tarisa: When mixed in this formula, yes. The main base of this concoction is still dairy fat and sugar. Just more refined. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene honey, how spicy do you wish this dish? Alexis McFarland: ::eating yogurt:: Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't like where Chirakis is going with this:: Tarisa: In chocolate? ::Thinks:: I believe some recipes contain sugar, yes. Annisha: I want it spicy. Jylliene: ::calls out:: Whatever Annisha wants. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at Annisha :: Like your personality. Nijil tr'Korjata: Get the stuff then... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: :: goes to the cabinet, get a tube out, unscrews the top :: mimipavilion: ::nods as well:: Chirakis: :::slow, thoughtful nod::: Interesting. Our gremlins love chocolate, but so do many other species. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gets it from Annisha :: Thanks. :: Adds the vegetables and spices everything :: Here we go. Annisha, splash some more oil in there. :: sizzle :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks:: Not right now Muuhi... :: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: Thank you, Commander. ::Scott:: I will be in CnC. Jylliene: ::wonders...considers sending to Garand...but really wants to run the whole thing by someone else first. Leaves it just with medical for right this moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Need to cook the vegetables. Crispy, not overcooked.. drains the nutrients. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: I suspect this Blubby's place has no nutrients to drain. Chirakis: ::exits to the lift::: CnC. Annisha: Can I flip it high in the air? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks :: No. Chirakis: ::steps out in the CnC, nods to the watch commander and enters her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Here. :: Grabs a green veg with a fork and places it right in Annisha's mouth :: Chew. Annisha: Hmmhmgh.. :: chews :: More.. Nijil tr'Korjata: JyJy...come taste. Jylliene: ::from the bathroom:: I will, almost done:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Do you need any other resources to finish distributing the cure? Nijil tr'Korjata: Could be too smoky in flavor. Jylliene: ::sends a memo to Chirakis, attaching what she sent to medical, and including a few extra details:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: We just await consent for engineering to begin configuration. We have already begun producing the canisters. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile, have you paged through the information forwarded to us?}} Jylliene: ::then hurriedly dresses and steps out:: What did you make? It smells wonderful. Chirakis: ::looks up from her desk::: {{I have. Why do you ask?}} Nijil tr'Korjata: An old family recipe. Scott Coleridge: Then it sounds like I should go bother engineering next! Scott Coleridge: I must away. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: offers her a sample of the veg :: Is this too smoky? I can't rightly tell. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{ Interested in its makeup. Very interested.}} Jylliene: ::has a seat, tries a bite...:: I wouldn't say too smoky - I like it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have to match spices I'm not used to, so it's all estimation. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Check the padd again, frowns, then goes back to cooking :: Jylliene: ::wonders what in the elements is going on, since he stocked the kitchen himself for Rihan cooking:: Annisha: Has grammy been teaching au cooking again? Jylliene: ::nods:: You've done well Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh I cook all the time, don't I? Chirakis: ::::turns to the command console to receive information from both Command and October::: Annisha: Some, I guess Jylliene: Quite often ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good. :: is relived :: Alexis McFarland: ::munches on a tube root:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Good to be a well-rounded Rihan. Chirakis: :::stunned::: Jylliene: ::is just.so.confused.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Or one with a little spice :: looks to Annisha :: Scott Coleridge: ::vanishes into the ether, I mean, turbolift:: Chirakis: (are you sure it was the lift and not the ether?) Alexis McFarland: :Still munching on tube root, returns to playing her harp and moves her head side to side with the tempo as she does:: Jylliene: ::continues eating:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's like your music playing. Keeps me grounded, gets my mind off thinking of spacial anomalies, wormholes... engineering stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: removes the pan from the heat, gets plates, a large spoon, and forks :: Chirakis: ::passing that information on to Garand and Scott::: Jylliene: ((oh, didn't realize we didn't have the food in front of us yet. Sorry!)) Nijil tr'Korjata: (( figured you just rushed to the pan)) Chirakis: :::assuming that Task Force Missouri has also received it::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Jylliene: ((She's hungry, but not so hungry as to charge the pan, LOL)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looked deeply into Jylliene's eyes, wondering if he would have to break his silence. :: mimipavilion: ::looking at the message she received from Jylliene again a little closer:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well, TBS will be until the next morning - 0700 - so get a good sleep. Chirakis: Commander, words 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 |6 March 2020 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis’ personnel have come across part of the virus cure. Looking for a test that would neutralize the effects of the Gremlin’s spray that has been plaguing the station, a drop of ice cream fell into a dish of antitoxin and produced a positive result. Another piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. USS Missouri continues to collaborate with Aegis in finding a cure. Genetically modified gremlins aboard Missouri have more potent pathogens. The pathogenic area is under quarantine. Although Aegis personnel have suffered weakness, strange dreams, and hallucinations, 37 of Missouri’s personnel have perished.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/28/20 = /\ = = /\ = 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 = /\ = TBS is 16 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and Missouri continue to hunt for the cause and a cure for illness. Gremlin DNA, anatomy, and the spray they release for protection might be a cause. Removing the gremlins from Aegis is a possibility. Aegis and Missouri's personnel are collaborating on an antidote and/or a counteragent. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::has been in her office consulting with Captain d'Ka for several hours::: Cptn d'Ka: :::communicating with the physicians on Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, examining a sample of the gremlins' spray:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Chirakis: ::putting her work aside, she exits the office knowing that news from Missouri will come eventually::: Tarisa: ::Walks into CnC, with a small tray,:: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Captain. Alexis McFarland: ::shlepping:: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Commander. Jylliene: Did you sleep last night? ::quizzically:: Scott Coleridge: ::enter the CnC:: Chirakis: :::stops to think::: As much as my body would allow. mimipavilion: ::bouncing between reports needing to be done and the figuring out the solution to the current problem:: Tarisa: ::Taking the tray over to the Science station, it had a few dishes of ice cream on it. She sets it down carefully.:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Has information from Missouri's physicians been forwarded to the proper channels? Jylliene: ::nods:: Everything we've been sent has been passed along. Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis and Jylliene:: Captain, Commander. Jylliene: Sir ::greeting Scott:: Tarisa: ::Holds a dish out to Dran.:: Cream of ice? Chirakis: :::she notices those entering but is occupied with other thoughts, then turns to Scott::: Commander Coleridge. Chirakis: Thank you, Commander Kital. Tae'Lynn Dran: Cream of ice? Jylliene: My pleasure, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It is a popular Earth treat. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to his shift, tired as usual :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Seems like everyone is re-focused on our new priorities. Chirakis: Indeed they are. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes the offered dish:: Cptn d'Ka: :::relaxing in Kirel's office, is not happy with the information he is receiving::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters main engineering :: Alexis McFarland: ::wants cream of ice:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over his map :: Alexis McFarland: ::and fro of gurt:: Tarisa: ::Takes a couple of dishes of ice cream over to Chirakis and Scott.:: Would you both like a treat? ::Smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Rings Alexis' door.:: Alexis McFarland: ! ... Come in. Scott Coleridge: ::slightly taken aback by the offer of ice cream at 7 in the morning, but doesn't want to be rude:: Thank you. Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Thank you, no. Alexis McFarland: ::Gets out of her bed and heads to door:: Dacia Sandero: ::drinks her tea:: Tarisa: Are you sure, Captain? It seems to be at least part of our answer. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::snacking on the treat while looking through science reports:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enters, carrying a small container.:: Alexis McFarland: Morning Miana.. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: A part of our answer to....? Scott Coleridge: ::marvels at how Chirakis declines like that:: Tarisa: Miana> Hiya! ::Hold up the container.:: Treats! Scott Coleridge: ::must study this further:: mimipavilion: ::looking at a PADD about the gremlins:: Tarisa: How to neutralize the gremlin spray. Chirakis: ::skeptical::: And you would like us to sample your cure? Chirakis: ::glance to Scott::: Tarisa: Miana> It is cream of ice, my Yala (mother) made. She used berries from Annisha's family. Alexis McFarland: Yay! Treats! ::holds her stuffed square thing like young Soji had:: Tarisa: Oh this is not the cure. Not in this form anyway. Alexis McFarland: Oooh! Alexis McFarland: We still have some... I think my mom wanted to make a pie or cake out of them. Chirakis: :::skeptical pause, then::: Very well. I will try it. Alexis McFarland: Nice... ::sits down with Miana:: Scott Coleridge: ::realizes he is holding melting ice cream:: Chirakis: :::receives the cup and, noticing that Scott is still alive, decides to try it:: Scott Coleridge: ::eats some of it:: Scott Coleridge: I do like chocolate. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the work board :: Chirakis: :::tastes:: Tarisa: ::Smiles:: The remedy was actually discovered by accident. While I was in the lab, I was visited by my niece, Miana. She had brought me this treat and had accidentally compromised my tests. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders if Annisha was finishing her cereal as he insisted before he left :: Chirakis: ::and another small taste::: And it is made of....? Tarisa: It was then that I discovered the fat from dairy combined with sugar could be our answer. Chirakis: ::Tarisa::: A certain dairy or just any dairy? Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his ice cream, begins staring at Chirakis' cup:: Alexis McFarland: ::Eating some ice cream:: Tarisa: After the accident, I did some more research into various forms. As long as it had a high fat content, it was viable. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sleepy blinking and yawns slightly:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Eating some as well.:: Mmmm... Chirakis: ::holding the cup, still somewhat skeptical:::: Chirakis: ::slightly more interested::: The high fat content. Interesting. :::places the cup back on Tarisa's tray:: Tarisa: The fat and sugar molecules completely coats the molecules from the spray, making them inert and eventually kills them off. Scott Coleridge: ::looking at the cup that is now on the tray:: Chirakis: Very interesting. Have you tried it with the gremlins? Alexis McFarland: What goes well with cream of ice, is pie of apple. ::takes out some slices of pie out of their fridge and places them on two dishes:: Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: It has not been field tested. Just in the lab. I need a way to introduce a compound into the environment. Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh Dacia Sandero: ::working on cataloging the DNA strands of booth the Aegis and Missouri versions of the gremlins:: Cptn d'Ka: :::still in Kirel's office, he blanks the screen, then sighs deeply::: Alexis McFarland: Yes. ::places the pies in front of them next to the ice creams:: Tarisa: Miana> This is the best breakfast. Call Annisha over! mimipavilion: ::gets up, exits her office and looks for Dacia:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm. ::reaches for her PADD to call Annisha:: +Annisha+. Jolan good morning.. come up for breakfast to my place. Chirakis: ::wry grin::: And we have been good "testers"? Alexis McFarland: +A+ Bring your cereal mimipavilion: ::finds her:: How are things going? Dacia Sandero: Well enough, how are you? Scott Coleridge: I would be happy to test again. For science. Tarisa: My sister will be pleased you enjoyed her recipe. She is very...anxious about her cooking. mimipavilion: Ok I guess, just looking at the data to see if we may have missed anything. Dacia Sandero: Hope not. Cptn d'Ka: {{Kh’éile, we have lost more than 20 personnel so far.}} mimipavilion: That's what I keep thinking. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> +Alex+ I'll be over. Chirakis: ::suddenly looks up, shocked at d’Ka’s thought, then settles down::: Proceed, Commander Tarisa. Let me know when you have verified. Alexis McFarland: Yay. Chirakis: ::Tarisa::: Thoroughly, but quickly. Missouri has need. Tarisa: ::Has a couple extra dishes, offering them to Jylliene and Cayne.:: Yes Captain. I will present my findings to Medical, and devise a way to introduce the compound. Jylliene: Thank you! ::grin to Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Heads for the lift.:: Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Immediately, Commander. Cptn d'Ka: ::exits the captain's office::: Chirakis: ::turns::: Captain. ::watching him:: Cptn d'Ka: I must leave immediately. Chirakis: Of course, Keann-aí. Jylliene: ::enjoys the ice cream:: Cptn d'Ka: ::leaves via the command transporter::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: knocks on the door :: Alexis McFarland: ::opens the door:: Jolan Hi Tarisa: ::Heads to Sickbay:: +Mimi+ Doctor, I am heading to you with plans to neutralize the gremlin spray. Chirakis: :::Scott:: Commander, a word in my office. mimipavilion: +Tarisa+ Understood Alexis McFarland: Come in for breakfast. ::Mr Moht sets down a bowl of ice cream and a slice of pie for Annisha, then disappears:: Tarisa: ::Arrives in sickbay not long after.:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Scott Coleridge: ::follows Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::goes in main medical after hearing the doors to the tl:: Chirakis: :::enters her office, closing the door as soon as he enters::: mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: What's the plan? Dacia Sandero: ::follows and sees Tarisa:: Oh good morning Chirakis: ::turns:: Commander, Missouri has lost over 20 personnel to the virus. Whatever is done must be done as quickly as possible. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Once science has isolated the exact compound, distributing it shouldn't be a problem. Tarisa: :;Nods. Holding a PADD, giving it to Mimi.:: Here. We need to introduce this to the gremlins as soon as possible. It is a mixture of dairy fat and sugar. Chirakis: Hopefully. Tarisa: The Captain was very insistent we proceeded as fast as possible. Scott Coleridge: I'll speak to Cayne and Kital about speeding up the removal of the gremlins. Perhaps we can rig a temporary solution until we have a more permanent one. Chirakis: Very well. If more information comes in, I will forward it immediately. mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD and looks through:: This mixture is that of ice cream. Dacia Sandero: Ice cream? Ok, I'll be honest that thought never entered my mind at all. Alexis McFarland: Ice cream, for breakfast. ::licks her spoon:: Chirakis: So far... :::checks her desk::: There are close to 61 in our medical complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: WIth her bowl :: What's going on? Tarisa: It’s where it originated from, yes. But since the fat and glucose molecules are all we need, everything else can be discarded. Chirakis: We cannot let this go uncontained. Tarisa: I was thinking we could make canisters to be used for the environmental controls system. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Dacia Sandero: Hmm. mimipavilion: Do we need to do this station wide or just one local area? Tarisa: Miana> Yummy breakfast! ::Offers ice cream and pie.:: Alexis McFarland: Best breakfast. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::aboard Missouri::: Tarisa: +Dran+ Tarisa to Dran. I could use your help if you are able. Scott Coleridge: ::wishes he had more solutions:: Chirakis: That is all, Commander. I will inform you of any new information from Missouri. Tarisa: The first thing we need is to test it on the gremlins themselves. Could you make that possible? Dacia Sandero: The ice cream shouldn't affect their physiology or anything like that.. Tarisa: If it is successful, we should implement it station wide. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::leaves Chirakis' office:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Dacia:: The final for it will not be ice cream, it will be barely noticeable with the exception of maybe a sweet smell. mimipavilion: Do you think hypos would be with the glucose and dairy only mixture or did you want to try something else? Chirakis: ::staring out the viewport, contemplating the danger we face:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::consulting with their medical teams:: Dacia Sandero: That would be favourable for station inhabitants. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: We will be making a spray of sorts. Hypos will not be needed. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::stops at his station to view updates and reports:: Tarisa: As mentioned, they should only notice a sweet smell. ::Working on the actual formula.:: Dacia Sandero: Nice. mimipavilion: Let's get the mixture set up to your specifications and I'll see if I can get the gremlins in a collective area. Tarisa: I understand they like treats. Dacia Sandero: Yes, if I am correct. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile, the count is now 37. Our medical teams are working without rest to stop the spread.}} Alexis McFarland: ::feeds ice cream to Annisha:: Yummy! Chirakis: :::sighs::: {{Understood. Our medical personnel are working on it}} Tarisa: I have finished mixing the right concentration. We just need to prepare the canister. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> I've had many flavors. Dacia Sandero: I think we should go for it, why not? mimipavilion: Yes, Chocolate. Alexis McFarland: One can never have too many flavours. Tarisa: Miana> This should be familiar. The berries came from your elders. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil's head felt heavy :: Alexis McFarland: We broke our arms and legs for these berries. Tarisa: ::Fills a canister.:: This should be adequate for the test.:: mimipavilion: I'll see if we can get the gremlins in an area. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: It seems that we have a lot to work on. TBS will be 6 PM the same day. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |28 February 2020 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to hunt for the cause of and a cure for a strange illness. A comprehensive review in the conference room was called to be sure that we are on the same page. Possibilities discussed included the gremlin DNA, their anatomy, and the chemical spray they release for protection. Could the real issue stem from the genetically modified, more potent gremlins on Missouri since their crew has experienced worse symptoms? Their area has been quarantined and their physicians are proceeding with caution. Aegis and Missouri’s personnel are collaborating on an antidote and/or a counteragent against the illness. Removing the gremlins from Aegis was considered a possibility. However, the resources needed to accomplish the move and where they would be sent present a problem.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/21/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2.00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Command has called a meeting with all staff in the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Scott Coleridge: ::in the meeting room, laying out cookies in pleasing shapes:: Dacia Sandero: ::makes her way to the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::on her way to the conference room as well:: Chirakis: ::in her office, wrapping up a conversation with command:: Jylliene: ::having handed off Ops, headed to conference room:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC withy Dacia and goes to the Conference room:: Cptn d'Ka: :::enters via command lift::: Dacia Sandero: ::follows Mimi into the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Scott Coleridge: Commander, doctors. ::gestures at cookies:: Dacia Sandero: ::sits down as well, and settles in:: Jylliene: ::enters:: Chirakis: :::the admiral finally finishes talking, she blanks the screen, grabs her PADD, and exits her office, aiming toward the conference room:::: Cptn d'Ka: :::in step with the captain, enters the conference room::: Chirakis: :::approaching her chair, she waves d'Ka into one next to her, then sits, obviously exhausted:: Cptn d'Ka: ::settles in::: Chirakis: :::Scott, as she checks those attending::: Commander Coleridge, when you are ready, proceed. Jylliene: ::PADD out, taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: I've been reviewing the reports from your respective departments. Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting opposite of Kital :: Scott Coleridge: It seems like you have been making good progress answering some of the questions that have been raised in these past weeks. Scott Coleridge: I wanted to take this opportunity for us to review what we've learned so far, and what your current lines of inquiry are, so that we're all aware of what one another is doing. Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Mimi:: Doctor Pavilion, where are you at with your investigations? Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana! :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listening :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she is snuggled.:: Tarisa: ::Quietly sitting in the CR.:: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sitting off from the table :: mimipavilion: We have found that the gremlins are probable cause of what has been affecting the crew, but to what extent is still unknown. It is believed that their DNA may hold the key as well as their anatomy. Scott Coleridge: If that's the case, should we consider removing the gremlins from the station? Chirakis: :::glance to d'Ka with a curious expression::: mimipavilion: Most likely. Cptn d'Ka: ::paying more attention to the doctors:: Scott Coleridge: All right, we'll come back to that point in a moment. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Tarisa:: Commander Tarisa, could you summarize science's findings so far from your efforts? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: At this point also, we're not sure if it's the DNA from the gremlins themselves, or from their chemical odour spray they released Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Tarisa :: Dacia Sandero: ::also looks over at Tarisa:: Chirakis: ::mental notes, relaxing and listening::: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her friends:: mimipavilion: ::looks over to Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Perks up and nods.:: Yes, as stated, we believe the cause is likely the gremlins, but at this point the how of it is escaping us. But I believe they are more like a simple diversion planned or simply by accident. It seems the real issue may stem from what the Missouri has been experiencing. Cptn d'Ka: ::raises a brow:: Scott Coleridge: So we have a connection between the gremlins and the Missouri? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading something on his PADD :: Tarisa: ::Taps a little console on the table, bringing up a display of the modified Missouri. She nods to Scott.:: These were picked up by the Missouri. The are genetically modified gremlins. Alexis McFarland: ::playing her radio controlled AMC Gremlin in the park:: Scott Coleridge: Interesting, gremlins on gremlins Cptn d'Ka: :::fingers steeple, looking to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Anything to report from engineering's end? Tarisa: This variety seems more potent, so much so that the confined spaces of the ship allowed the "spray or stench" to be more concentrated. Their scrubbers were unable to keep up. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Woken from his trance :: Ie, well, the trouble with the replication systems appears solved and there are measures in place to prevent the same thing from happening Tarisa: ::Taps again, new display.:: The crew were experiencing a harsher array of symptoms as opposed to us. Nijil tr'Korjata: Otherwise, the station is just undergoing the normal set of issues any station would have. Scott Coleridge: ::nods to acknowledge Nijil while listening to Tarisa's addition:: Tarisa: ::Is done for the moment.:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa and Nijl,taking it all in:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Chases after the toy gremlin.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We have ruled out forms of radiation resulting in sleep problems. I am still having my vivid dreams, so they do not seem related. Scott Coleridge: So we have two sets of gremlins, one aboard Missouri and one aboard Aegis, each causing or somehow involved in the problems affecting both crews. Jylliene: ::continues taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: Earlier, I asked if we should consider removing the gremlins. If we decide to do that: what resources will we need to accomplish it, and where would we send them? Scott Coleridge: ::glances at Cayne, who is probably more familiar than most at the table with how extensively the gremlins have inhabited the disused parts of the station:: Cptn d'Ka: :::looks to Scott as though he has information::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Pokes at his PADD :: Here is a hologram of the gremlin locations. :: throws it up on the table between them all :: Scott Coleridge: Captain d'Ka? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, your science officer's idea is sound. however... Cptn d'Ka: The gene sequence of those on Missouri has been altered somehow. Dacia Sandero: ::listening on:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that yes, they are similar to your gremlins. They are also genetically altered to add another piece to the puzzle... Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at Cayne to wait for a moment while they hear d'Ka's input:: Altered? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Fades the holo :: Cptn d'Ka: It is not actually your gremlins, though they may play a part... Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that it is a composition of both, pointing more toward those on Missouri than to your gremlins. mimipavilion: ::does not like what she is hearing:: Cptn d'Ka: We have quarantined the areas and are proceeding with caution to find more information. ::is finished::: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over:: Scott Coleridge: Noted, thank you.. Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: Commander, you were about to explain the logistics of removing our gremlins? Cptn d'Ka: ::polite nod::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Brings up the holo again :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Cayne, then the holographic image:: Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne's hologram::: Tarisa: ::Looking at the hologram.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We need to call a ship that can take them. A Wallenberg class could do it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We also would need to tag each of them so we can securely transporter them to the ship, rather than leading them through a dock. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: But, we need to get them to their native environment. Jylliene: ::wonders how they'd ensure the safety of the receiving ship:: Tarisa: I would recommend settling them in a location away from the Alliance. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In this ship we could set up an environment just for them. Dacia Sandero: ::nods in agreement:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Searching has already begun, but introducing a species not native to the planet is...tricky mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::leans forward, listening:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It could take a while, as we have to send a team ahead to prepare the location. Scott Coleridge: So removing them is achievable, but we need time to put everything into place. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full medical workup would be helpful :: Looking at the medical staff :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, you said that the gremlins' spray is the agent that's causing the adverse reactions among the crew? Have we started exploring an antidote or counteragent we could use? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes we are exploring that option. Cptn d'Ka: :::hand up to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, Captain? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, our personnel are also working on such an agent. I will forward what they have found to your personnel. ::nods to Tarisa:: Tarisa: That will be very helpful. Scott Coleridge: Very good. Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and nods::: Certainly will. mimipavilion: Agreed Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, make that science's priority. Work with medical, who will also be continuing to look into the nature of the gremlins' physiology. Engineering might also need to assist if we decide to disperse the counteragent as some kind of aerosol. Scott Coleridge: Commanders Cayne and Kital, you're in charge of the logistics of rounding up and moving out the gremlins. Develop a concrete plan with best- and worst-case timelines based on available resources. Scott Coleridge: Consider building in some flexibility regarding your mode of transport… perhaps we will use a small convoy of ships rather than one larger vessel. It'll depend on what Starfleet can spare us. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks to Kital :: Scott Coleridge: Any questions? Jylliene: ::makes a note to make said plan:: Cptn d'Ka: ::has an idea regarding transporting ships, but will approach that later::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks to Chirakis and d'Ka:: Anything from either of the Captains? Chirakis: Not at the moment, Commander. Cptn d'Ka: ::Nods agreement:: Scott Coleridge: Very well. Thank you everyone for your contributions so far. Let's get back to work. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Excellent work, all. Chirakis: TBS will be the next morning at 0700. Chirakis: Commander, any thoughts for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or thoughts from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |21 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. The latest information regarding illness, dreams, hallucinations, and other strange events on Aegis seem to have no connections. Medical and Science have been collaborating to pin down the cause(s) and hopefully find a remedy. Command has called a meeting in the conference room at 1400. The meeting invitees have been expanded to include staff from all departments.

We do have an opening in security. If there is time this Friday night we can talk about coming aboard.

Welcome back, CTHuskyMan. Sky Harbor Aegis runs on Friday nights @ 10 pm EST. Aegis's present date is 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 - after the devastation of ch'Rihan. Located between former Breen space the Joint Allied Powers, the station's mission is to monitor that area of space, to ensure the safety of the station's inhabitants, and to serve as a way station for cargo, guests, and ambassadorial personnel. Aegis offers varied opportunities for its simulation. Visit us on a Friday night, watch for a while, and decide if this sim is for you.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/14/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some have recovered. The gremlins’ VIP area is a possible origin. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office with the door open:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working at CnC science station:: Dacia Sandero: ::analyzing the gremlins' DNA strands:: Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to a tactical screen::: Chirakis: ::sets it to sweep::: Jylliene: ::the requisitions are different recently; orders for things that might help ease sleep, and so on:: Chirakis: ::she's not actually looking at the screen, just using it as a focus point to consider the latest findings, some of which are very strange::: Scott Coleridge: ::reporting to the CnC, looking a little more refreshed than in previous days:: Chirakis: ::there has to be a trigger somewhere::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the situation:: Scott Coleridge: ::circulates the CnC once, observing the officers at their work, pleased that despite all the strange goings-on, everyone is focused on their tasks at hand:: Chirakis: ::wondering if science and medical are working in tandem:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Had the dream again, this time playing some kind of game. He'll have to replicate it here. Bet Annisha would get it :: Dacia Sandero: ::yes, probably is working with Science:: Tarisa: ::Steps into the Med Lab.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering for his morning shift, still catching up with what he missed :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles as Tarisa:: Good morning.. Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping, dreams she's a farmer:: Tarisa: Morning. ::Smiles.:: Anything new? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels shorter :: Jylliene: ::wonders how things would be different had she chosen a different path in the academy:: Jylliene: ::then returns to her work:: Dacia Sandero: Not much, though I just got in myself. Chirakis: ::checking the latest reports from medical::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working, though he felt out of sorts still. Probably should not operate heavy machinery :: Chirakis: ::finally exits her office, the door shutting behind her::: Annisha: :: Annisha was eating her breakfast, but started to feel like every time was breakfast :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing there looking at the morning work board. Was torn between making the script smaller or getting a larger board :: Chirakis: ::nods to Scott, noticing that he actually did get rest last night::: Tarisa: ::Sighs:: We need to focus on a cause. Doing so might lead to a permanent remedy. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone handed the authorization forms for him to sign off on :: Chirakis: ::steps up to Jylliene and waits for her attention, as she notices the overload in front of the OPS console::: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at a map of the sector :: Jylliene: Captain. Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think our suggestions help but don't solve much Jylliene: How may I help? mimipavilion: ::to self:: Solution, why are you being elusive? Dacia Sandero: Think of where to start is the hardest part Chirakis: Good morning, Commander Kital. I see Lt Dran on CnC. Have you an idea where the rest of science and medical are working? Jylliene: Last I knew, in the science lab and in medical - shall I see where the computer has them at the moment? Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the microscope of a chemical sample of the gremlins' spray:: Chirakis: :::considers that:: Please do. mimipavilion: ::goes to the lab:: Jylliene: ::nods:: ::consults computer:: Jylliene: Computer shows them in the medical lab, ma'am mimipavilion: ::enters the lab:: how are things going on in here Dacia Sandero: Drawing a blank right now, but then we did just barely get started. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. ::noticing Lt Dran working in CnC, she approaches, but does not want to disturb the lieutenant's thoughts, as she looks like she may be on to something::: Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens her eyes and lies in bed:: mimipavilion: Then shall we get started. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Signing and signing, he was not sure what to make of these dreams. One the one hand they occupied his thoughts throughout the day, on the other.. what was the other? :: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up her PADD and starts reading her messages:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Yes,let's. Scott Coleridge: ::working on several requests for resources related to some of the ongoing investigations:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::cross-referencing chemical samples:: Chirakis: ::the lieutenant is completely focused on her work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking for issues from the CnC :: Scott Coleridge: Captain, it might be useful for us to call a meeting with science and medical later today. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the samples:: Scott Coleridge: I think we could all use some updates and make sure we're aware of what everyone else is doing. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Looking over samples.:: Chirakis: However... ;::she moves toward him:: sooner rather than later? Dacia Sandero: ::rubs chin::: Chirakis: Or must they gather more information first? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking over to the big power core :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes and stretches out, reading her Twooter:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sends the latest information to Aegis::: Scott Coleridge: Whenever you think would be convenient. I'm just looking at some of these requisitions. The scope of our investigations keeps getting broader: computer viruses, fatigued crew, the ship component data from Missouri, and now the gremlins... the more departments and personnel involved, the more decentralized everything becomes. mimipavilion: ::goes to the holo-table and pulls up a rendering of the gremlin anatomy:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glaring at the few results coming from the search. Considering if the computer is mocking her or she has completely botched the data set entered:: Scott Coleridge: I'm concerned we're going to see duplication of effort and perhaps miss something in the process. Chirakis: ::after consideration, she nods::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: What do you think, 1400? Dacia Sandero: ::she does a detailed molecular scan, trying to find any kind of correlation:: Chirakis: 1400... :::ponders::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: I'll notify the relevant departments. mimipavilion: ::goes through their anatomy trying to figure out if something may be out of place:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Scott Coleridge: Do you want to invite Captain d'Ka as well? Perhaps he can provide some insight? Chirakis: Possibly, though their problem doesn't seem to be the same as ours. Chirakis: I will approach him and ask. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries the replicator :: Computer, one lemonade. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: It appears, then Nijil reaches to get it. Looks the glass over, puts it to his mouth and swallows :: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::looks up from his work but does not interfere with her thoughts::: Scott Coleridge: ::notifies science and medical departments of a special meeting at 1400: department heads will bring any personnel required to report full findings thus far:: mimipavilion: ::gets a notification about a meeting:: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a buzz on her PADD and reads the message:: Oh, OK. I hope we have something substantial by then. mimipavilion: ::hears Dacia:: agreed Cptn d'Ka: @ ::calls for the reports from Missouri's medical department::: Dacia Sandero: Best keep lookin' I suppose. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Cptn d'Ka: @ :::reading through their reports, considering every angle:: Scott Coleridge: ((I'm imagining d'Ka turning the reports so that he can read them from different directions.)) Cptn d'Ka: @ ((always the best way to read)) Chirakis: ((two minutes)) Chirakis: :::sits at the command console::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well. TBS will take us to the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Note from the captain - we are again at 100% attendance. Thank you. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some personnel seem to have been passed over and/or no longer have a problem. Others continue to fight it off. A study that was passed on to security pointed to the gremlins’ VIP area as a possible origin, though that has yet to be verified. Approximately 15 to 20 personnel are still in the medical complex.

The Little Things Security Locker Room A high pitched screeee echoed through security's locker room, the sound of Ens Stacy Slater twisting and poking at the door to her locker. “What the hell, Stace!” came from the other side. “Haven’t oiled that thing yet?” “Well, I would oil that if it took oil, Gaz! Find something that’ll stop the squeak and I’ll owe you one,” she retorted, finally twisting it enough to get her locker to closed as Ens Guido Gazelli rounded the corner and made himself comfortable against the locker next to her. “Seriously, Gaz,” she said on a sigh. “You’d think that a new starbase would at least have lockers that don’t attack you when you need ‘em.” He shrugged. “Could be worse. And it’s only the locker, right?” Another exasperated sigh, and she nodded, then straightened her equipment. “Graveyard’s got me off guard. And our little friends on deck 42, but I got....” She stopped cold. “Damn, Gaz. I left the bars in my locker.” “No problem. I got it,” he said, pushing away from the adjacent locker. One hefty jerk managed to pull the locker open. He grabbed the energy bars, then closed and secured the door without too much noise. “So, you’re on 42?” he asked, handing her the package, then continuing “Me, too,” as she slipped the bars into her satchel. “Awesome,” she managed as they moved out. “And we’re on two hour rotations, but I’m not sure it’s going to make much difference since it upsets our circadian rhythms, like the chief says.” She adjusted her uniform and ran a hand through her close cropped red hair. It glistened in the dimmed passageway illumination. The soft tread of her regulation boots might have been silent for humans, but not for gremlins. They apparently had "good sniffers", as her mom would say, and she was right. “So… what’s in the satchel,” Gaz asked as they stepped into the lift. “Smells great.” “They’re pretty good. From my mom.” Handing one to him, she continued, “I wouldn’t call them great. But our little friends love ‘em. Especially when they play up and down the passageway. They don’t make a mess so it’s no big deal.” The lift opened and she stepped out, but Gaz stared at her until the lift began to close behind him. “They play up and down the passageway?” “Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Sometimes climb the bulkhead. They play most of the night.” Slowing his pace, his skepticism echoed in his words. “They play most of the night.” “Yeah.” She stopped to stare at him. “You don’t see them, Gaz? I mean, they’re right there, coming our way.” He looked around. “No. No I don’t, Stace. We’re the only ones here.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/7/20 = /\ = = /\ = 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 = /\ = TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. To ensure the health of personnel, 4 hour watch has changed to 2 hour watch. Science and Medical are still working on the cause of the illness. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel are fighting off allergies instead of hallucinations, cause unknown. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::heading to quarters:: Chirakis: :::CnC, finishing up a few things:: Dacia Sandero: ::in her study, which used to be Alexis' bedroom and looks over their findings about this health epidemic:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil finds himself working on a panel on his way home, making a house call.. or in this case a panel call :: Nijil tr'Korjata: ODN lines... ugh. :: he gruffed :: Alexis McFarland: ::playing in her room, having just finished having dinner with her family:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, at her desk, trying to figure out what's going on:: Annisha: :: Studying (honest) at the dinner table, wondering what the replicator will think up tonight. She set it to create meals she liked with the nutrients parents approved. Did she consider what her mother and father might like? Eh, whatever :: Jylliene: ::heading down the corridors:: Chirakis: :::exits her office, nods to the OIC, and enters the command lift::: Security. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne stared at the display before him as if it was going to suddenly jump out at him :: Chirakis: ::entering security for a brief check with Garand::: Annisha: :: She was studying history, her people's history. She found it the hardest to get a grasp on. She knew her father was not a typical Rihan, nore were her grands :: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a monitor of chemical samples of whatever the gremlins' spray:: Jylliene: ::sees Nijil ahead as she heads back:: Nijil? Alexis McFarland: Jat'vash. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves :: Yes my e'lev. Just doing some work I saw on the docket before I got home. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::sighs:: So far, 5 more in the medical complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil seemed to have a bit of energy for this time of day, perhaps coated with some nerves :: Jylliene: ::nods and stops nearby:: Chirakis: Um.... ::takes a while to think::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to a plot of all people on scanners on the station. At this level everyone was just a dot, so it was more like a heat map. Oh, he could do that too :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to her :: How are au feeling? Chirakis: ::Garand:: And what is their watch station? Jylliene: Well enough, thanks. Jylliene: And you? Feeling recovered? Annisha: :: Flips her tablet over to call Alexis :: +Alexis+ Hey there. Alexis McFarland: ::walks over to her tablet:: +Annisha+. Hello. Did you have dinner yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Like I went on a vacation, did not sleep, but a sense of refreshment. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good. Annisha: +Alexis+ I'm waiting for people to come home. Letting the computer decide. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hey, if I put "redacted" on my Rihan history paper, do au think that will be both funny and true? Jylliene: ::Watches him work:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ What people? The delivery man? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places down his optical scanner and turns to give her a long kiss :: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ I think so. Though I don't know if the teacher would agree. Jylliene: That's a nice greeting. ::grins:: Annisha: +Alexis+ We are a complicated lot. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. ::sips some green tea:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her go :: The other engineers didn't think so when I tried it earlier. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Yes. I agree, what a last assignment of the year Chirakis: Garand> VIP decks...Captain. Jylliene: ::laughs:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of cheesecake for dessert:: Jylliene: I wouldn;t figure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Reading in her bedroom.:: Tarisa: ::Sitting in her office, going over the data.:: Chirakis: And what is the most prominent area? Jylliene: Almost finished? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Are you almost finished it? Chirakis: Garand> Um :::pages through the list::: VIP quarters, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes up :: Let's head home Chirakis: Very well. Carry on. Inform me of any more incidents immediately. Chirakis: Garand> Yes, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ So, what's for dinner, Annisha? Annisha: +Alexis+ Do au know who au are dressing up as for your project? Jylliene: Let's. ::accompanies:: Annisha: +Alexis+Computer will let everyone know. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Not sure yet... Chirakis: :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Jylliene :: So how are your dreams? Still having them? Chirakis: ::exits, looking for the physician on watch::: Jylliene: No, nothing of any note. Different ones here and there. Normal. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs out and lets someone else take over, nodding as he heads for the door :: mimipavilion: Bishop>::sees the Captain enter and goes over to her:: Hello Captain, how can I help you? Alexis McFarland: ::Lying on her bed with her feet dangling in the air behind her:: +Annisha+ Did you decide yet? Chirakis: A word in private, Doctor. Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie'p, the most dangerous person in our history. mimipavilion: Bishop>::nods:: Tarisa: ::Grabs a tea from her replicator and sits back down at her desk.:: Chirakis: :::follows::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Sela? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I can dress up as her. Annisha: +Alexis+ Early history, when Vulcans and Rihans parted ways Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Ahh... him. mimipavilion: Bishop>::in a secluded corner:: Chirakis: Doctor... how many personnel are presently in medical with symptoms of hallucinations? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits a lift at the commerce level, going to walk around for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters their quarters :: Annisha, we are home. Annisha: :: hears them :: Hey, :: pounds on the table :: I'm workin' mimipavilion: Bishop>::thinks:: Approximately 15 to 20 Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Jylliene: ::ponders:: On that project? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: To Annisha :: Are au watching those classic two-dimensional moving pictures again? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I'll be Surak then? Chirakis: And do you know where they were working? Or at least most of them? Annisha: Ie, I'm talking to Alexis. I'm going to be the leader of the separation movement. mimipavilion: Bishop> The VIP quarters I believe. Annisha: Logic be damned! Alexis McFarland: I'll play you a Diddy on my Vulcan harp. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, au certainly fit the profile and have the energy for it. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: A fitting choice, definitely Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her harp and plays a few notes:: Annisha: :: Gestures like she's playing the air accordion :: Chirakis: ::thinking::: Annisha: +Alexis+ Party on Lexi Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Party on Anni Chirakis: :::continues:: What area of the VIP quarters? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Annisha, then to Jylliene :: Well, time to let the computer feed us. mimipavilion: Bishop> I think near where the gremlins are, ma'am. Chirakis: ::nod:: Thank you, Doctor. mimipavilion: Bishop> No problem. Tarisa: ::Sighs as pauses again. She then brings up side by side data between the Aegis gremlins and the ones the Missouri discovered.:: Chirakis: ::exits, enters the lift and orders it to the rendezvous point for Cayne::: Jylliene: ::wonders what the choice will be today:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the nearest cafe, Stella Illos Leones :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Still no coffee? Ugh... whatever you have that is strong Dacia Sandero: ::studies the chemical compound of the gremlin spray:: Chirakis: :::enters the restaurant, spots Cayne::: Commander ::nod:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Enjoy your dinner, though I wonder who Miana should dress up as? Chirakis: Just make sure it's not so strong that you are flat out on the floor, Commander. ::sits, ordering tea:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sneezes:: Annisha: +Alexis+ Tell her I said jolan tru Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain :: stands :: Alexis McFarland: OK. Chirakis: As you were, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sits back down :: Something going on around the station? Chirakis: ::server:: And my usual. Chirakis: Always, Commander. Always. Chirakis: ::relaxing against the chair back she gets right to the point:: Commander, have you been on VIP deck lately? Jylliene: ::has a seat:: Who have your friends chosen? ::to Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The replicator creates three plates, each with a sandwich, topped with meats, cheeses, and sauces. Beside them were crispy potatoes and a pickled cucumber. :: Alexis McFarland: ::debating wether to call Miana up or just go over and visit since they're right next door to each other:: Chirakis: (cholesterol heaven, Nijil) Nijil tr'Korjata: (replicated, so like or fat-free everything ) Alexis McFarland: ::decides to head over to Miana's and presses the chime on her door:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets the plates on the table :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up, runs out to the door.:: Come in! Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and comes in:: Hi Miana. You have dinner yet? Annisha: For their project? I think someone is doing some Earther who flew kites Jylliene: Flew kites? Hm. Chirakis: :::waiting for his answer as the server moves away:: Annisha: They catch the wind and stay in the air. Shockingly boring I say Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Nods, with happy tail.:: I did, but I have dessert! Do you want some? Chirakis: ::::he seems to be exhausted::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns :: Oh sorry Captain, withdrawals from caffeine. Alexis McFarland: Sure. What kind of dessert? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not for a week or so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I need to send a team up there? Jylliene: Well, there must have been something significant about it if they were a choice for the project. Chirakis: No, Commander. When you were there, did you notice anything... unusual? Chirakis: Anything unusual in the air, that is. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs Alexis' hand and takes her to the dining area where a pie is sitting on the table.:: I think they called it the nut of the coco, with cream. Annisha: I guess so. Each culture has significant figures in their histories. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not really. Rather quiet though, like some hotel during a quiet season. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I was talking with Annisha about our school project. She wanted to be the Romulan leader who separated from Vulcan after the Time of the Awakening, and I was gonna be Surak. Did you want to dress up as anyone too? Sounds nice! ::squeezes Miana:: Jylliene: ::has some of the sandwich:: Alexis McFarland: Neesha sends her love and jolan trus Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Dress up? Who would I dress up as? Chirakis: Well, it was built for VIPs. ::sips:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone you want, really. It is our last assignment before school ends for the year. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a bite :: Alexis McFarland: Someone wanted to be the guy who flew kites and got electricity Cdr Wyatt Cayne: True :: drinks :: Bet they have more space than they need, certainly more than my place. Annisha: :: Eats :: Mmm, mustard. Chirakis: :: thoughtful nod:: Commander, when did you last rest? Alexis McFarland: ::produces a plate of cheesecake:: I also brought some cheesecake for you. Annisha: Father, au think I can have the doctor alter my appearance so I really look like that Awakening guy Jylliene: Don't you think that's a little much for a school project? Nijil tr'Korjata: Certainly not surgery...but I think they can do somethings I can't Annisha: It's only to instill fear into those that do not follow me, err, him Jylliene: Mhm. Tarisa: Miana> :;Sniffs.:: Oooo Chirakis: ::picking at her dinner, more concerned than hungry::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes it and places it by the pie. She then grabs two plates, forks, and two glasses of milk. Then she hops up in a chair.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yesterday afternoon...at my desk Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing I've not done before. On missions. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and sits with Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nibbles on the pickle :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Serves the cheesecake and pie.:: Chirakis: ::wry grin::: On your desk. ::puts her plate aside:: Your circadian rhythm is off after being on mission so often. Alexis McFarland: Yay yummy Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries the pie.:: Mmmm Jylliene: ::continues eating:: Are there any traditional family activities you recall from your childhood? ::to Nijil:: Alexis McFarland: ::also tries the pie:: mmmm yummy Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I bet Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 7 am next day. Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and Medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness that seems to target certain individuals and/or species. An immediate concern is the possibility that whatever is in the atmosphere could change genetic markers. Science is working on several things: Testing to judge the natural purpose of the illness. Is there a possibility of designed intent, or is it a side effect of something else? Will new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyard help? Are the infected personnel safe? Are the gremlins part of the problem? Is stress from overwork causing or exacerbating the problem? Instead of hallucinations, USS Missouri personnel are fighting off allergies from the gremlin-like creatures' corporeal remains. As a precaution, they have quarantined several crew, and are in the process of obtaining new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyards.

Aegis Mission Brief 1/31/20 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have found caged corporeal gremlin-like remains and a metal box buried in pieces of the Alien Alliance stealth ship. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Chirakis: :::CnC at the master console::: Tarisa: ::Still in the med lab, working.:: Chirakis: :::reading through information from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical, looking at the DNA samples:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::in his office on Missouri, feeding information to Aegis::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the DNA:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::looking up from her console, she checks the status of CnC personnel to see if they have any symptoms of... anything::: Jylliene: ::sorting out messy info:: Tarisa: Hmm... ::Looking at data between the station and Missouri.:: I am certain the difference between us and the Missouri is size. They are much smaller, and the environmental scrubbers could not handle the extra strain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::labeling test samples:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sounds logical. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sending his final report::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::receives d’Ka’s report, thumbs through, frowns a bit and looks up::: Here we go again, Commander Kital. Chirakis: ::stands after forwarding the information to the medical complex:: Jylliene: ::sighs:: Tarisa: As far the cause, we know the Gremlins are involved, whether knowingly or not. I believe the stench they create could be a factor. mimipavilion: It could be. Dacia Sandero: I was thinking the same. When they released their stench through the whole station, I am thinking it might be likely how it spread. Chirakis: ::stops next to Jylliene:: And your family, Commander. Is it recovering, if only a little? Jylliene: Seems to be. It's hard to say, with the dreams. Tarisa: But the real question is how is it changing some of our genetic markers? Jylliene: But they are better than they were. Jylliene: And that'll have to do for now. mimipavilion: ::listening, pulls up her medical file looking at her most recent scan to one prior to the gremlins arriving:: Chirakis: I believe that is better than getting worse. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, resting as part of the temporary lighter duty shifts:: Jylliene: It is. Dacia Sandero: It's mostly humans that are affected by these symptoms, if I recall. Jylliene: ::ponders:: mimipavilion: Yes it is. ::looking at her genetic markers:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: And Romulans, and Vulcans to a lesser extent. Though I have yet to hear any complaints from them. Jylliene: Are you doing well, Captain? Tarisa: Though our races may seem safe at the moment, I still think there is a possibility we can eventually become affected. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Do you see any differences with the genetic markers? Chirakis: :::realizes that she's been staring into space, she nods:: Yes, Commander. Chirakis: Quite well. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Hard to tell at this point, but I need to do more detailed scans. ::Tarisa:: I agree, looks like stress and fatigue from long work hours also play a big part as well. Scott Coleridge: ::also staring into space as he listens to some music, wondering how everyone else is holding up:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright ::softly:: You can run a detailed scan of me, the genetic markers are mine. Chirakis: ::quietly::: Captain d'Ka and I are immune to most illnesses. Alexis McFarland: ::plays with Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Dran.:: Do you have anything else to add from your own research? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, Okay. ::does a comprehensive scan of Mimi::: Chirakis: ::leans close:: The power of Sindar blood. ::then stands to resume her pace::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes and comparing her genetic markers from those affected:: Tarisa: Miana> I wonder when people will feel better. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::makes a brief message and sends:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Maybe they need that green milk stuff Annisha drank. She said she slept well after she drank it. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::exiting his office, he enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Tae'Lynn Dran: There is a possibility the change in DNA markers is like an immune suppressant. Some features are similar to preventing transplant rejections. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Find something interesting? Chirakis: ::as she passes by the command console and notices incoming::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up in medical, but not in a bed :: Uhm Dacia Sandero: Yes, your immune system seems to be more robust than these other samples. I think it could be a reason why you don't seem to be experiencing any symptoms right now. Chirakis: ::glance to Jylliene, nods, then moves on keeping that in mind::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up on two feet and heads to the nearest doctor :: Jolan tru. Appears I feel asleep again. I am returning to duty? Tarisa: ::Takes in what Dran said.:: That sounds plausible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: exasperates :: What a dream. :: Looks around to make sure where he is :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: Commander Kital, take the con. I'm going to check on progress in medical. Dacia Sandero: Dr. NoName>Jolan tru. How are you feeling? Chirakis: I won't be long. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: :;too Nijil:: Chirakis: ::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Jylliene: ::starts making a slow circuit of the CnC, because it does feel good to stretch a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kno Naim :: Like a slept really deeply. but awake the whole time. I was talking temporal mechanics with this wom- person for some hours. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, cause and effect kind of things, just short of going to a board and writing out equations. Tarisa: I wish we had enough to go on to at least begin preventative measures. We still appear just short, however. Chirakis: ::exits to enter the complex, assuming that they are working through the problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: His PADD starts chirping as his PADD is back on duty, even if he isn't :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, it's very complicated. But I feel we are making good progress. mimipavilion: It's coming along. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his padd :: I'm going to need an entire shift to catch up... wish that other woman was here to help me, even, wait, was I discussing things with myself? Perhaps I have insights into causality that I never knew. Chirakis: ::not wanting to disturb their work, she stops at a discreet distance to listen::: Dacia Sandero: No Name> Ah that's interesting. :::Scans Nijil and checks his brainwaves:: Seem to be doing well, I'll send in my reports but ultimately, your clearing back on duty will be up to Dr Davis and Pavillion, I would think. Tae'Lynn Dran: I am contemplating tests to judge the natural purpose of this illness. Are we experiencing its designed intent or some type of side effect. Alien biologies rarely work together as in an orderly fashion. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she turns to see Chirakis. Can't hide from the kitty senses.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I can catch up on the administration part of it. Dacia Sandero: I'll try to help with that, if you need it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I will set up a workstation over in the waiting area while they let me know, post haste if au will. Chirakis: ::Nods to Tarisa:: Any new information? Jylliene: ((translation: he's gonna work until he's cleared to work?)) Chirakis: ((Sounds about right.)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes over :: Tarisa: :;To Dran:: I believe the crew of the Missouri might be feeling the designed intent. And as I've mentioned before the size between ship and station could be the reason we are not experiencing the full effect. Dacia Sandero: Dr No Name> You can do that at in your own quarters too.. just sayin Tarisa: ::Turns back to Chirakis.:: Currently brainstorming, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places his padd down and it projects upward in front of him. A series of engineering reports on systems throughout the station. Clearing the easy ones would be the least point of stress. :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: I will not disturb you, then. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks up at NN :: I will be alright for a time. A new area will help me work. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::exiting medical, he takes the lift to the fighter bay to check for progress::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He swiped and cleared items as if he was a slow Commander Data :: Dacia Sandero: NN> Alright, lemme know if you need anything. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Very likely. Smaller more dense population always increased transmission. I should study the species diversity on Missouri as well compared to Aegis. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::pondering:: {{Kh’éile, why would the Alien Alliance send their craft toward Aegis with only a few animals and allergens?}} Tarisa: Captain, it may not be an actual fix, but I would recommend the Missouri seek environmental scrubber replacements at the shipyard. They could even safely offload crewman there without affecting anyone, and least until we find something concrete to help everyone. mimipavilion: ::thinks about maybe re-homing the gremlins off station, as well the shipyard as a precaution:: Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: A good idea. Chirakis: ::looks up at his call, but turns to Tarisa::: Chirakis: I will inform the shipyard. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ Working at sickbay until I get cleared. Doing...paperwork they call it? jt Chirakis: You said "everyone". Have we more who are becoming ill? mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis:: Dacia Sandero: :::think that is good idea as well:: Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Isn't the point of not being cleared for duty to rest? Mental duties take a toll just as much as physical+ Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ PS: Are we having stew for dinner or did we have that last night? Tarisa: Everyone that has been affected, and we have not determined if those not affected are truly safe. Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Stew is tonight. Jylliene: ::gazes upward briefly, then continues the slow circuit of the CnC:: Chirakis: ::nods contemplatively:: Do anything you can to stop the spread, Commander. Chirakis: And studying the species diversity should help. ::Dran:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making notes in her journal:: Chirakis: Missouri is still working on it. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: {{My question as well, Kh’éile }} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks he should tell Jy everything on the dream, even the temporal mechanics... wait, would that place her in a coma? :: mimipavilion: We should also consider relocating the gremlins away from the shipyard and the station. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::standing outside the bay, watching the crew plow through the remains of the stealth ship::: Chirakis: ::Mimi:: And where would we place them? mimipavilion: At the moment I'm not sure. But it does need to be away from the Alliance. Scott Coleridge: ::yawns and gets up, prepares to do some stretches before he resumes duty:: Chirakis: From the Alliance? Scott Coleridge: ::wonders how science is progressing on investigating what's happening:: Chirakis: As protection? Chirakis: Doctor, let's begin with quarantine regarding the Gremlins. Captain d'Ka informed me that they are not a close species, though they are similar. Chirakis: (Last words) mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::listens and nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Both interesting and difficult. Chirakis: TBS will be 6PM same day. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |31 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have been reassembling the Alien Alliance stealth ship that tried to attack Aegis. Two things have been found beneath the rubble: the caged corporeal remains of a small species similar to the gremlins, and a metal box that appears to be a ship control mechanism. None of the Alien Alliance were aboard.

The Core of the Matter USS Missouri Despite USS Missouri's advanced technology, her secondary fighter bay's atmospheric scrubbing system struggled to keep up with airborne particles. As teams slowly re-assembled the remains of the Alien Alliance stealth ship, the crew began to sneeze, cough, and lose their balance… which isn’t exactly the best thing to do when you’re standing on a fragmented ship’s hull with a razor sharp piece of the hull in your hand. As per protocol, the medical team examined all personnel who had been in the bay. After filling them with antibiotics, they were placed in quarantine. Medical personnel hunted down the culprit and adjusted the scrubbers to deal with the allergen. They scrubbed down unaffected personnel and slipped them into environmental suits, complete with sealed helmets and re-breathers. And wasn’t that fun to work in. As he searched through the wreckage, Lt Bill McGrene adjusted his helmet and began to lift a sizable piece of the ship's exterior hull. “Damn,” he muttered, checking out the section. “Looks like a piece of cockpit. Maybe a piece of the bridge?” He sighed, checked it over thoroughly, then finally hollered, “Kazaski, get over here! I need a hand!” The ensign pressed his helmet com to reply, “Comin’ atcha, sir.” Then he began to weave among the pieces toward the lieutenant. “Grab the other side, Kaz. Watch your suit and your six so your suit doesn’t tear. Heft that side over,” McGrene continued, giving Kazaski room for a healthy heave. “Be careful ‘cause there’s something under…” A loud crash echoed through the bay, catching everyone’s attention as the exterior hull flipped off, bounced a few times, and came to a clanging halt. Pausing to catch a breath, McGrene turned toward what should be the ship’s interior. “Figures,” he muttered, pointing to the next layer. “Catch a breath, Kaz. I have no idea how many layers are under here. Ask me and I’d say the Alien Alliance is playing games, and somewhere in the great beyond they’re sittin’ at a bar downing a cold one and having a great laugh.” Another deep sigh, and he turned to the ensign. “Ready for the next one, Kaz?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir.” “Good enough. Check your breather, take an extra breath, and let’s go.” Beneath the exterior was another layer, and under that another one before an interior cabin appeared, loaded with…. They froze, staring at the interior’s contents. A whispered, “Damn. Tell me I’m not seein’ what I’m seein’, Kaz.” Swallowing hard, Kazaski replied, “Wish I could, sir. Call medical?” “Yeah. Get ‘em here fast,” he whispered to Kaz, then shouted, “The rest of you, get back to work. You did not see this! Got it?” A chorus of “aye, aye, sir,” came through the communication system. Bill stared at the opening, wishing he’d never seen it, and praying he’d never see it again. * * * * * * * Captain d’Ka stood behind the medical complex window toward the corporeal remains that had been pulled from the wreckage. CMO Mason Mckindley and Chief Engineer Adira Hynson stood beside him, watching several personnel in protective clothing carefully remove several small bodies from a cage. “Doctor, how long had they been in the ship?” asked d’Ka soberly, his eyes flashing red with anger. “Difficult to tell, Captain,” he replied. “Given their present condition, I can say that they’ve been dead for some time. Probably frozen until they were needed.” D’ka forcefully sighed into a nod. “Species?” “Slightly similar to the gremlins on Aegis, but only slightly. At first chance, we’ll process their DNA to pin down the species.” After due consideration, D’ka turned toward Chief Engineer Hynson and pointed toward a small metal box on the opposite table. “The box, Commander? Any idea why that would accompany the cage?” “No Captain,” she replied. “As soon as Dr Mckindley has scanned the box thoroughly to make sure it’s not contaminated, he’ll pass it on to us for examination.” “And your best guess?” “A control mechanism, Captain. One explicitly aimed at Aegis.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. We are still on the trail of the illness. Missouri personnel are having allergic reactions. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office dealing with several things::: mimipavilion: ::still trying to figure out the fatigue issue:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on things:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping soundly in her bed, curled up and having a nice dream:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Helping Annisha with her morning routine, but not feeling himself :: Tarisa: ::Using a med lab, working with blood samples given by volunteers. Some samples were from people affected by the sleeplessness, others weren't:: Dacia Sandero: ::works with Tarisa and helping out where she can:: Chirakis: ::her door opens and she exits, contemplating the last information she received::: Dacia Sandero: ::cataloging the samples from those who consume caffeine and other stimulants and those who don't:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Entering CnC and feeling rather tired :: Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of the door opening on CnC::: Good morning, Commanders. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Mmm :: looks at his display :: Annisha: :: Eating cereal :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Tarisa: ::Looking at a sample where the owner was having symptoms, but had not used caffeine.:: I will be introducing caffeine to this sample. Chirakis: ::approaching Scott::: Commander... ::hands him a PADD::: The latest information from Starfleet Command. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly in her bed.:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: All right. ::watches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You need to drink your juice sweetie. :: to Annisha :: mimipavilion: ::gets up and goes to Lt. Klaxon:: Tarisa: ::Introduces the stimulant.:: Scott Coleridge: ::frowns more deeply as he reads:: mimipavilion: ::next to Klaxon:: How are you doing Lt? Chirakis: Klaxon> ::not responding:: Annisha: :: Gives him a look :: The voice thingy is working.. I think Chirakis: Klaxon> ::he is alive, though somewhat dazed and confused::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods as he sits :: The translation matrix is working now. Is the accent off-putting? Dacia Sandero: ::watches the results:: Hmm.. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well that's disturbing. mimipavilion: ::notes he is unable to speak: Alright ::look at vitals:: Normal, given the circumstances. ::looks at neural scans:: Chirakis: ::quietly to Scott::: Indeed. Something more to ponder. Tarisa: Interesting. ::Watching the results.:: There is an almost instant result in numerous regions that typically should not be affected. Annisha: :: munches :: Na, au sound different though. Au sure au don't need your head checked? Nijil tr'Korjata: Mimi said there was nothing on her instruments. Tarisa: It seems Dr. Pavilion was right to put a ban on stimulants. It is not the direct cause, but it is working against us. Annisha: I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: bopps her in the head :: You eat. Chirakis: ::Scott:: I will inform Commander Cayne eventually. Scott Coleridge: Do we need to do anything? Chirakis: We must be more vigilant than we ever have been... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I can see that, same would go for the long work schedules and overtimes, you can say the same about that since a lot of these people have worked extra time Chirakis: For the moment, the target is operatives... Chirakis: We can be sure that the danger will eventually grow. Slowly... stealthily... the danger will grow. Tarisa: I still do not see a cause. Perhaps a microvirus? We will need examine deeper. Chirakis: Any information regarding the illness? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at maps of the region, spying a look at sector 001 :: Scott Coleridge: No updates on that yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: So, how is temporal mechanics? mimipavilion: ::decides to take a more detailed scan of his brain to see if there is something deeper or anything out of the ordinary that may have been missed:: Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think it was mentioned this started not long after those gremlins arrived? We should start there. Annisha: Temporal what? We are na studying that yet. That's the upper grades. Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Yes. School in general then? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and yawns, opens her eyes and rubs them:: Annisha: It's fine. Just fine father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I've worked out the shorter shifts. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::finds the gremlins' DNA samples and puts one of them inside of a micro-scanner:: Scott Coleridge: I'll implement those starting tomorrow. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::staring at the ceiling::: Scott Coleridge: Basically half-shifts with an hour overlap. Chirakis: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiles at Annisha :: Keep it up then. Nijil tr'Korjata: Go.. I have people to meet. Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and goes to her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and stuff:: Chirakis: Half shifts. Two hours, then an hour rest, then two hours? Annisha: Au lost your job father. Good thing they weren't paying au. Scott Coleridge: Yes. Annisha: :: gets her bag and starts for the door, taking her plate to the recycler as she went :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Off duty... Chirakis: It sounds plausible. I wonder if that will interrupt their circadian rhythms. Tarisa: ::Begins genetic scan of the samples.:: Do we have samples of the Gremlins? I would like to compare them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his cup, realizing it's decaf tea :: Annisha: :: Out the door she went :: mimipavilion: ::closes Klaxon’s eyes, but notes they just open back up:: Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks a few times, then stares around the room::: Where am I? Dacia Sandero: Yes, we do. They're in the first row of the tray to your right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches her leave and heads to the big display :: Computer, mirror. :: The display turns into a large mirror, showing Nijil in his everyday attire, or at least what it has been for a few days :: Guess this is alright. Looks like I live in the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits his quarters and heads to somewhere new :: mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: You're in medical. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his chronometer :: I have some time. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks again:: What happened? Tarisa: ::Nods:: Thank you. ::Adds them to the scans.:: mimipavilion: You became rather fatigued. What's the last thing you remember? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Decides to go somewhere old... sickbay :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later, enters sickbay :: Chirakis: Klaxon> The last thing.... I was on my way to the training room. I think. mimipavilion: The training room. Tarisa: ::Getting some alarms. Her ears perk up, but then flatten as she reads the results.:: This...can not be right... Chirakis: ::Scott:: I suppose trying it would be the best way to figure that one. Anything else? Dacia Sandero: What'd you find? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not seeing anyone he should know, so sits readying an old copy of Starfleet Medical Quarterly :: Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. The security training room. The captain and I meet there regularly. Tarisa: These genomes...some of the markers are identical... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips over to local crime reports :: Annisha: :: Makes her way to class :: Scott Coleridge: Not at the moment. Other than the fatigue issues, things seem pretty quiet. The engineering cadre has managed to beat back any remaining system glitches. mimipavilion: As in Captain Chirakis, correct. Tarisa: Between the Gremlin samples and the affected crewman samples. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Wow, you're right. Chirakis: Excellent. Anything from science? Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. Captain Chirakis. Scott Coleridge: Not yet. Last I heard they had started analyzing tissue samples. Tarisa: But if you cross reference the crewman samples with scans from the past, those markers do not exist. Dacia Sandero: Ah yes. So this might be our cause, though we still need to find out why or how it's happened. It's a great turning point I think, Chirakis: ::nods:: I'll check with Dr Sandero and Cdr Tarisa. I need to visit the medical complex anyway. If nothing else, carry on. Alexis McFarland: ::eating breakfast of eggs and toast and juice:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: You should inform Dr. Pavilion. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, ::goes back to see what the blood samples, vitals and related such when he came in:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods::: Definitely will do. Annisha: :: Knocks on Alexis' door :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears a knocking:: Yes, come in. Annisha: :: Enters :: Well if it's na the miiiind reader Dacia Sandero: ::steps outside of the lab:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yes. Hi Annisha, you made it up here okay. Did you sleep good? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading the script used in the magazine :: mimipavilion: ::sees if there is anything odd:: Dacia Sandero: Oh, hey Mimi. We found something interesting in the lab, that you should check out. mimipavilion: Alright Dacia. Annisha: :: Getting in a pose her writing teacher does in school :: Au know Ms. McFarland, we say "did you sleep well" Not "good" or "gooder" mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: get some rest ok. Annisha: I slept better than last night. Father cooked up some funky milk thing that actually worked Alexis McFarland: Hmm, me fail English? That's unpossible! Alexis McFarland: Blue milk? Chirakis: :::moves toward the command lift, stopping to speak to Cayne::: Commander Coleridge has his hands full. I must visit the medical complex. You have the con. mimipavilion: ::goes with Dacia:: What do you have? Annisha: Green. Or was it olive. Said it was in his family for generations. Na sure how he would know that, but it worked. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll try to keep the station in one piece Captain. Chirakis: :::Cayne::: I should hope so. :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Dacia Sandero: These DNA findings between infected patients, and the gremlins' DNA. There is some certain genetic markers in their samples that match, and hadn't before, before the gremlins arrived. Alexis McFarland: Green milk? I haven't tried green milk before. Tarisa: ::Sees Mimi enter. :: First of all, the ban on stimulants was a correct choice. They were making symptoms worse. But this was not what we called you for. This was. ::Brings up the sample data, cross referenced with the Gremlin data.:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered what kind of medical facility this was as no one asked him anything, but reading this publication was all the attention he needed :: Annisha: I think it's got some kind of plant in it, perhaps it's all plant. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, interesting. How'd it taste? mimipavilion: Hmmm... so the gremlins were more or less the cause. Tarisa: It seems to be localized in specific species so far. Dacia Sandero: That seems to be the case, yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading up on brain therapy, getting a glimpse of the medical level the station risen to, at least two years ago :: Chirakis: :::exits the lift at medical and enters:: Tarisa: How it was done is still a mystery. Perhaps something to do with their stench. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches the Captain entering :: Tarisa: The Gremlins themselves may not even know they are doing it. mimipavilion: So now we need to deal with their DNA and purge it from the replicator and affected systems. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: We have the pattern in the replicator. I'll send au it. Alexis McFarland: Hm, okay. I'll try it tonight. Alexis McFarland: You warm it up before drinking it? Annisha: :: contorts her nose :: I think a little :: Tarisa: I understand the Missouri also has issues. Dacia Sandero: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: They transported the gremlins, right? Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. mimipavilion: Yes they are. I believe so. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the Captain:: Mimi and Dr Sandero are in the medical lab, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Oh sorry, we'll get to you. Head to the bio-bed when you're ready. Tarisa: If they have an advanced form of what we are dealing with, then the size of the station relative to the ship might be a factor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered if Nijil was in trouble and the Captain found him :: Chirakis: Commander Korjata. ::nods::: Thank you. ::to the nurse::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes. I am speaking better now. Here for an evaluation mimipavilion: ::nods:: So... maybe have the Missouri move away enough to reduce the symptoms for both crews. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: And you will return to duty, I hope? mimipavilion: At least until we find a solution to purge the problem from the computers. Nijil tr'Korjata: Return? So soon? Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: Chirakis: I would hope so. Engineering is getting slim. If you are able, you should return. mimipavilion: Alright I'll let the Captain know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/24/20 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have quite a few things that should soon be dealt with, so TBS will be 2 hours. Hopefully that will give us time to get a little more information. Chirakis: Missouri will be passing their information regarding their allergy outbreak to us during that time. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: None here Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.