Chirakis

Conundrum Security's detention area was fairly quiet at 20:00. Only a few officers were on watch, some standing by retaining cells and a few monitoring the corridor. Normally the captain would be in CnC finishing reports and reading dispatches that were required, boring, and had nothing to do with Aegis. This evening she was in the security complex, watching the gremlins play. Since they were docile and inquisitive, all six that had been found on station were in the same holding cell, and all had been given tablets. Extra berthing had been furnished, but apparently a bunk bed was not their style. After extensive pulling and wrapping, they transformed their bunks into nests. Gremlin chatter was a mix of humming, clacking their teeth, moving their lips in various ways, and hand waving. Occasionally, a few examined the force field by touching it—not exactly the best thing to do—or tossing an energy bar at it. One examined it extensively, possibly wondering why he could see through it but could not walk through it. Following Gramil’s directions, they painted pictures of female gremlins, families, homes, night skies, and one starship, which was interesting enough to give Kirel pause. Lt Jeremy Garand, Security’s Interim Chief, walked up next to Kirel. PADD in hand, he waited for her attention. “They're small, Lieutenant,” Kirel began without turning, "like very young children. They're docile. They scramble easily through hidden parts of the station, much like the Ghost Squad. And, like children, they love chocolate.” Garand chuckled. “Can’t blame them, Captain. Chocolate's my favorite too.” “I see,” she replied, lifting a brow as she glanced in his direction. He shrugged. “It's the same with most humans, ma’am. That’s why the energy bars are locked up. They’re too tempting.” “Of course.” She nodded. “However, I can understand enjoying it, but making it their staple could not possibly be healthy… or so I have heard. They have been offered vegetables, fruits, edible plants, and a few other things, but they are not interested. However,” she mused, “energy bars do furnish nutrients essential for survival.” “True, Captain. And the air is clearing. I’ll bet that the chocolate—or whatever else is in the bar—might have something to do with it.” “Hm…. Possible,” she mused. “Or engineering has found a fix.” “Or that, ma’am.” "You have something for me, Lieutenant?" she asked, turning away from the force field. “Yes, ma’am. Word from Starfleet Intelligence.” He handed her the PADD. As she paged through it, her expression changed from relaxed to concerned. “Well, it seems that they will be our guests for a while. Thanks to Gremil’s sketching, we pinpointed their home world. However, it is inside the nebula ring, and very close to Drakel’a. It would be dangerous for them and for us to attempt....” After a long, contemplative pause she glanced at the gremlin that was still painting the one starship it had worked on for a while. The ship was vaguely familiar. After passing the PADD back to Garand, Kirel pulled her tablet from its clip and began to page through it. “Lieutenant, has security discovered how these beings came aboard?” “Not so far, ma’am. The last report said they came aboard somewhere on deck 188.” “On a ship? A shuttle? Another means?” She continued to thumb through the tablet. “None of those, as far as the report indicates, ma’am.” “Isn’t that a little odd, Lieutenant?” Having found what she was looking for, she stopped to wait for his answer. He seemed stymied. “I will take that as a yes, Lieutenant. “To get the beings aboard, they could not have used a transporter beam. Therefore, there must have been something and someone to bring them aboard. The someone is what we are looking for. If the beings respond to any of these images we will have much more information.” Holding up her tablet, Kirel approached the force field. The gremlins were absorbed in their play and didn’t seem to notice her standing there until one looked up. Its eyes widened, it poked the others, and they approached the force field. The image of a Terran woman dressed in leather, a sword at her side, bat’leth in hand, and several other weapons draped across her chest seemed to intrigue them. Her expression was challenging, almost deadly. The gremlins were more interested in her face, hair, and clothes. Their heads tilted, they chattered and pointed for a while then looked up at Kirel. She flipped to the image of a massive, threatening male humanoid of mixed species. He was similarly dressed, held different but antagonizing weapons, and his expression was challenging. Again, the gremlins were interested, tilting their heads, chattering, and pointing to various areas of the image. Nothing more. Excitement grew as they waited for the third image. As soon as it appeared, they gasped, backed off, and went into high-pitched screams. Their screams alerted the officers on watch. Within seconds, a Quick Reaction Force raced down the corridor. By then, the gremlins had huddled together in their nests in silence, some whimpering and shaking, definitely traumatized. Kirel had closed her tablet within seconds of their screams, but it took them a long time to settle down. Garand had backed off and covered his ears. When the noise subsided Kirel turned to the reaction force and ordered them to stand down. The tablet revealed the horrific image of a tall, massive humanoid clad in leather and carrying some of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy, ranging from disruptors and handmade plasma weapons to explosives and assorted caustic acid bombs. Several knives glistened in the ambient light. Kirel sighed and took a deep breath, wishing she had not shown the image, but glad they had furnished the information. Now she had something to go on, as horrendous as it was. “Gentlemen,” she began, flicking open the tablet, “if you are not familiar with this person, you soon will be. His name is Kran Magkor, Ragor Tal’s primary assassin and a master of torture. "According to Starfleet Security, his ship is highly advanced, probably furnished by the Alien Alliance. From the gremlins’ reaction, I would say that they are very familiar with him, which means that these small, innocent beings did not wander here, they were either brought here or sent here. They were used. They were ignorant of their purpose, and they will be given sanctuary. “Lieutenant Garand, security is now at condition yellow. If no one has identified the purpose of the metal stored in the storage room on deck 188, the Ordnance Disposal Unit will examine it immediately. Deck 188 is now off limits. Our cover will be that we are refurbishing the area. Everything will be done quietly so we do not begin a riot on the station. Understood?” “Understood,” he replied. "I will inform Starfleet Intelligence and Aegis Command. Questions?” “No, ma’am.” “Very well. Ensign Schmidt, inform Dr Pavilion that the gremlins have been traumatized and need attention. If she questions the purpose, send her to me. If nothing else, carry on. I will be in my office.”

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/6/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. USS Toronto is in orbit. USS Calgary will soon take her place. Gremil is producing some very interesting images on his tablet. His friends are in the brig with him. The Ghost Squad will be home-schooled for a while. At sim begin, Captain Chirakis will be in security, wishing she was not. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on Febreezing the air in the CnC :: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, OPS::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere:: Chirakis: ::security, dealing with gremlins, who seem to be very interested in the tablet and are enjoying the chocolate energy bars - not that they need more energy::: Chirakis: ::glaring at Ltjg Brody::: Alexis McFarland: Ugh, what called up the Jefferies Tube and died? Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, occasionally glancing up at Nijil curiously:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holding her nose, almost in tears.:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: You poor thing. Tarisa: ::Finishing up checking on Life Science projects, she exits the lab.:: Chirakis: ::after watching for a while, she has had enough and decides to lean on Dr Pavilion::: +COM+ Dr Pavilion, are you and Dr. Sandero available? mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Yes. Chirakis: ::the air seems to clear a little and she removes her mask::: Annisha: Dad said there is an air issue. Chirakis: +COM+ Report to security. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Wouldn't it be better to recalibrate the environmental controls to do that... automatically? mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ On our way. Dacia Sandero: ::treats some patients with nausea hypos for the bad smells emanating through the station:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Coleridge :; The system needs to learn about this problem. It tries different solutions until it has an effect. mimipavilion: ::goes and looks for Dacia, eventually finds her:: Dacia we're needed in Security. Fletcher Jackson: ::coughs every now and then::: Nijil tr'Korjata: That said, it is not foolproof Chirakis: Garand> ::enters security and heads for the brig::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up:: Okay, let's go. :::hands the hypo to another nurse and follows Mimi:: Chirakis: Lieutenant Garand ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::goes to security via the tl:: Chirakis: Garand> Captain, situation resolved, but it seems that we have a more delicate situation here. Alexis McFarland: Hopefully they fix it soon. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. Annisha: Big station, big problems. Chirakis: ::glances toward him and replies sarcastically::: Really? Do we ? Alexis McFarland: Dacia gave me some medication for the nausea, but I wish she'd gave me a gas mask instead. Alexis McFarland: Hmm... Yes, it seems that way. Chirakis: Garand> ::decides to not respond and takes a padd from Brody::: I understand that the Ghost Squad has found an entrance or two. A team is scouting it now. mimipavilion: ::arrives near security and goes directly there:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Frowns. She is afraid to say anything for fear of throwing up.:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows behind:: mimipavilion: ::arrives in security and about gags:: Tarisa: :;Enters the CnC.:: Dacia Sandero: ::coughs and holds it in:: (q) It's even worse in here. mimipavilion: ::mouths "I know":: Chirakis: ::: Mimi and Dacia as they approach:: Doctors. ::she gives a nod and points to the brig where 5 more have entered. They're very excited, watching Gremil with the tablet, and eating the chocolate energy bars:: Chirakis: The smell should subside soon. They seem to enjoy the chocolate and the stench is less than it was a few minutes ago. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the brig with the weird looking alien creatures::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: That's a relief. Alexis McFarland: Is it just me or does it seem to be getting better? Maybe your dad fixed the air filters? Chirakis: ::sighs as she drops her arms to the side::: Dr Pavilion, I called you down because you have found a means of communication. Since we now have 6 in the one brig cell, Dr Sandero will accompany you. Fletcher Jackson: ::trying not to puke::: Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: mimipavilion: Of course captain. Chirakis: Mr Brody, drop the shield. Chirakis: Brody> Yes, ma'am. ::security guards stand by::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing the latest engineering report, notices a string of glitches in the environmental controls on some of the lower decks, wonders how those decks smell:: mimipavilion: ::goes to the cell carefully:: Dacia Sandero: ::slowly follows Mimi in:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checking all of the environmentals on his padd :: Dacia Sandero: ::tries to emanate a non-threatening aura about her:: Chirakis: Mr. Brody, keep the energy bars handy. ::Hands some to Mimi and Dacia::: Dacia Sandero: ::takes a bar:: Thanks.. mimipavilion: ::takes the energy bars from Chirakis and signs to the gremlins "Hello":: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: walking from sickbay :: Dacia Sandero: ::follows Mimi's lead:: mimipavilion: ::she introduces Dacia as a friend:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks around:: Chirakis: Gremil> ::squeals and jumps up, bouncing around in glee as Mimi enters::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes its excitement seeing Mimi:: Chirakis: Gremil & Others> ::back off at Dacia, mostly because she is different from Mimi::: Alexis McFarland: ::tries to relax a bit:: Yeah, it doesn't seem to smell as bad as before.. but I hope that's not me getting used to it. Chirakis: +Scott+ Commander, might want to put this on screen in case we need the information later. mimipavilion: ::sees that they have backed off Dacia, signs to Gremil "Why are you backing away from Dacia":: Dacia Sandero: ::careful not to do anything to provoke or frighten them:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Still frowning. her ears down.:: Tarisa: ::Goes to her station, begins checking messages.:: Chirakis: +Scott+ Or in case you are bored and would like a distraction. ::sarcastic again::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Affirmative. ::Fletcher:: Pull up the security feed from the brig. Fletcher Jackson: ::tappity tap::: Security feed on main screen, sir. Dacia Sandero: ::probably since they don't know me, she recons:: Fletcher Jackson: Would you like several angles, or is one okay? Scott Coleridge: Just the one should be sufficient. Chirakis: +Scott+ I also value your input regarding this species. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. Chirakis: Gremil> ::approaches Dacia, gives her a sniff, then backs off::: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana, feels bad about her:: Dacia Sandero: ::hope that's a good sign:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Is back up on the CnC :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Gremil and signs "What's wrong?":: Chirakis: Gremil> ::makes a picture of on the tablet that indicates her difference::: Tarisa: ::Looking up at the screen.:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen as well, if she can:: mimipavilion: ::looks at the picture, realizes that the smell is different, signs "She smells different than me":: Fletcher Jackson: ::coughs and goes back to work... kind of::: Chirakis: Gremil> ::nodnodnodnod:: Alexis McFarland: ::Lays down on the ground on her back:: Chirakis: Gremil> ::the others are also skeptical::: Chirakis: ::Mimi and Dacia:: They act like children. Would you agree? mimipavilion: ::smiles and signs "Can I tell you something, the smell coming from all of you is disrupting the function of this station.":: mimipavilion: Yes they do captain. Tarisa: Miana> ::Curls up in a fetal position by Alexis.:: Can...can we go to the smelly store? It would smell better there... Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I'd say so.. kinda like a curious or shy puppy as well I see. Alexis McFarland: The perfume shop? I hope so. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: I think the filters are working, but it's having to do more work than I would like to see. Chirakis: Gremil> ::blinks, tilts his head, then draws "what smell"::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Alexis McFarland: Better than lying here, I think. ::Gets back up again and helps Miana back up:: Tarisa: ::Watching the interactions.:: What interesting beings. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up and follows Alexis.:: Scott Coleridge: ::watching the scene play out with interest:: Chirakis: +Scott+ Commander is there a way to vent the odor from this area without it going into the rest of the station? mimipavilion: ::smirks a bit "Like Dacia smells different, your smell is..." pinches her nose "not good to us" points to herself, Dacia and the others in security:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ We'll work on that, Captain. Fletcher Jackson: ::rerouting vessels and telling them of the contamination:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches as well, but hopes greatly she doesn't set them off:: They also kind of remind me of timid puppies sniffing at a new stranger cautiously. Dacia Sandero: ::albeit very smelly puppies:: Chirakis: ::her arms again:: +Scott+ Much appreciated. Alexis McFarland: ::heads into the perfume shop, which fortunately was still open:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Nijil:: Looks like we need to recalibrate the environmental systems in the brig. Chirakis: Gremil & Others> ::finally approach Dacia, looking, sniffing, and touching her gently as they eat their chocolate::: Alexis McFarland: ::the perfume shop at least masks some of the odour:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to a spinning racks and takes in the smell. She seems a bit relieved.:: Much better. Chirakis: Gremil> :::looks to Mimi and writes "smell is spray":::: Dacia Sandero: ::watches them take the chocolate from her:: A good sign, I hope. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: That's good Miana.. mimipavilion: ::to Gremil "Spray, you mean defensive for you":: Chirakis: Other gremlins> ::excited about the chocolate and take it from Dacia::: Alexis McFarland: It seems she's not in today (the regular store owner, who's name I forgot). Tarisa: Miana> I typically do not like coming in here because the smell is too strong. But it helps today. Chirakis: Gremil> ::tilts his head, then asks "defense is fight"?:: mimipavilion: ::thinks, then signs "Do you remember where you came from before being on the station, like in the down-below and in this room":: Fletcher Jackson: ::Leans back to watch the screen for a while, since most ships are staying away::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm, I can see. But at lot of the perfume smell nice, I think. Chirakis: Gremil> ::Hands Mimi the tablet so he can understand what she is asking::: Dacia Sandero: ::hopes the Gremlins are taking a liking to her:: Alexis McFarland: ::sniffs one of the perfumes that smells like lavender:: mimipavilion: ::takes the tablet and draws a rendering of the station and x's it and draws a planet and some stars with a question mark with the latter two:: Chirakis: Gremlins 2 & 3> touch Dacia, looks up at her like they have decided she is okay::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoys a couple of the fruit scents, since she hasn't been able to eat much since the smell began.:: Scott Coleridge: It's not often we get to make first contact here on Aegis. Annisha: :: Watching Miana and her trouble :: Alexis McFarland: Mm.. ::sniffs one of the sample cards:: Chirakis: Gremil> :::looking at the tablet, he begins to draw his own picture and puts an X in the nebular system::: Chirakis: ::takes a padd from Garand, reads, then nods and passes it back::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the tablet curiously:: mimipavilion: ::sees an x on the nebula:: Ok so not from the nebula. Chirakis: Gremil> ::nom nom nom::: Alexis McFarland: This one smells like a Blubby Burger. mimipavilion: ::signs "Are you from a planet near the nebula?":: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Takes his station :: Chirakis: Gremil> ::does not understand nebula and points to the tablet::: Alexis McFarland: I'll buy this one for Annisha...::keeheehee:: Chirakis: ::texting Scott that security has pinned down their entry point::: mimipavilion: ::draws the same nebula or close to it and signs and points "nebula":: Tarisa: ::Miana> :;Is in better spirits, so she gives a little giggle.:: Scott Coleridge: ::reads the text:: Interesting. Annisha: :: perks up :: Alexis McFarland: ::Does end up buying the lavender scented perfume, the fruit scented one and the Eau de Blubby:: Chirakis: :::to Garand::: And now we have to decide what we should do with them. Alexis McFarland: ::Gives Anisa eau de Blubby and the fruit one to Miana:: There we are. Chirakis: Garand> ::considers that rhetorical::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles, giving Alexis a hug.:: Thank you! Alexis McFarland: ::hugs:: Mm, you're welcome. mimipavilion: ::wonders if he understood:: Dacia Sandero: :::hopes so:: Chirakis: Gremil> :::curious, but still not understanding::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/6/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Commander Korjata, is the air clearing in CnC, meaning can they breathe up there? Nijil tr'Korjata: What scent do we want today? Cherry, vanilla, pine? Chirakis: Normal. Alexis McFarland: Vanilla! Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, TBS to the next day? Scott Coleridge: Sounds good to me Chirakis: Very well. Hopefully everyone will be able to breathe by tomorrow. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: None Chirakis: Comments or Questions from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Question was already answered thanks. Chirakis: ::nod::: Anyone else? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 6 September 2019 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. For the most part, work on the station has run smoothly. USS Toronto is in orbit; her task force is in the area. USS Calgary and task force will arrive soon to take Toronto’s place. Gremil is making progress in communication. His friends have found him and are making the best of it. Unfortunately, their odor leaves quite a bit to be desired. In an effort to help the station, the Ghost Squad is out and about. Jake and Billy were trying to find out how the gremlins sneak into the station, and they had a close encounter of the gremlin kind. The gremlin’s surprise resulted in a skunk-like spray that will stay with them for some time.

Gremil & Company Chirakis Kirel For the last few days, work on the station had run smoothly. Then came the stench: a rancid smell that seemed to grow exponentially, filling the station with the odor of our little gremlin friend, now known as Gremil. The more frightened he became, the more odor he produced. The more relaxed he became, the less odor he produced. A few days ago Dr. Pavilion’s gentle hand—augmented by chocolate—had relaxed him enough to attempt communication. She sat with him for several hours and made exceptional progress not only in communication but in his desire to learn. He was inquisitive by nature. For the most part, his stench had subsided. But now? The stench had become unbearable and the atmospheric scrubber had reached its limit. The captain would have opened the windows if possible, but that’s not exactly a good thing to do in space. Instead she stood by the window, arms crossed, and allowed her mind to wander. Aegis’s fighters shot from the bay in combat formation—some to relieve the watch, and some for maneuvers. In the distance, USS Toronto orbited, ready to defend if necessary. Soon USS Calgary would take her place, giving Kirel the opportunity to visit Captain DeVoll and Commander Wexler for a while. However, she doubted that they would enjoy visiting the station without gas masks. After all, station personnel had resorted to gas masks, and anyone who was due for liberty decided to take it—off station. And that thought broke her mood. She sighed as she returned to her desk, settling in to pull up and page through the latest reports—at least those that mattered. “Captain Chirakis, ma’am?” The voice of Ltjg Brody calling from the brig broke her train of thought—not that it mattered since she hated dealing with reports. Putting aside her tablet to engage the viewscreen, she noticed that he seemed flustered. No, he was flustered. “Yes, Mr Brody?” “We’ve… uh… figured out where the smell is coming from.” There was a long pause. “And?” “It’s coming from down here, ma’am.” Which is what she expected, since no other creature or concoction would produce such a smell. At least, she hoped it wouldn’t. “Is Gremil excited or anxious?” “I’d say so ma’am. Not as much anxious as excited.” Not as much anxious as excited. “Is Doctor Pavilion visiting, or Doctor Davis?” “No ma’am. They haven’t been here for a while.” After a moment of thought accompanied by finger-drumming on her desk, she replied, “Very well,” with a casual gesture. “Lieutenant Garand has a stash of chocolate energy bars in pantry five. That should settle him down.” “Oh, I would, ma’am, except that the lieutenant is dealing with a situation, and we don’t have the code.” The code. Of course. And we coded the stash because it seems to disappear very quickly. Noting the pile of reports that had come across her desk in the last 24 hours, she wondered if leaving them undone would be appropriate, or passing them on to her executive officer. Then she remembered the more pressing issues that Commander Coleridge was dealing with at the moment and decided otherwise. “Give me a few minutes to sort a few things out up here and I’ll be down” “Yes, ma’am. We’ll try to keep them occupied.” And that caught her attention. “Them, Mr Brody?” After a slight pause, he took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, ma’am.” “Just how many are we talking about, Mr Brody? And how in Sto'Vo'Kor did they get in?” She growled, pressing the security alert button on her desk. Brody winced when the alarm sounded and the security complex became a combat zone. “So far we have three, ma’am. And we’re tracking down their entrance, but we...” “I’ll be right down.” * * * * * * * The Ghost Squad was back in business. Jake and Billy—who skipped school today because ‘they didn’t feel good’—were on the hunt, their faces and arms streaked awkwardly with camouflage colors, determined to “save Aegis from the gremlins”. And it was exciting. “Gees, Jake. We shoulda gotten some of those masks, like… you know… gas masks.” Jake tossed Billy a determined look. His eyes narrowed while he listened for any sound in the crawl way below decks. “We’re on a mission, Billy,” he whispered. “We need to find out how they get into the station. I mean... if they can get in to the station, anyone and anything can get in, right?” Billy’s face scrunched and he nodded. “Yeah, I know that. But just the… what is it…?” “Kefiya,” Jake replied with an eyeroll. “I got a larger one called a shemagh, but couldn’t find it in the closet. I think my mom might have thrown it out. She said it smelled.” “Yeah. Okay. Kefiya. Like they use in the desert on underdeveloped planets, right?” Billy’s eyes brightened. “Or when Special Operations needs to look like the natives?” “Yeah,” grinned Jake. “SpecOps, like what we’re doing. Anyway, we’re using 'em ‘cause if we get gas masks, they’ll know we’re not really sick.” “But we aren’t sick, Jake. We coulda grabbed a mask on the way out.” Another eye-roll and Jake continued his crawl. “And deal with El Tee Garand. Right.” Billy sighed and followed along, turning corners and climbing into hatchways toward the storeroom that was once their clubhouse. The closer they got to the storeroom, the more potent the smell, making it almost unbearable. But they pushed on until Jake froze and flung his arm back, pinning Billy to the wall. He put a finger to his lips. They listened. Not far away and around a corner they heard scratches, then mumbling. Inching forward as quietly as they could—which wasn’t very quiet at all—they came to a corner and stopped… just in time for a gremlin to turn it, meet them eye to eye, and give a high-pitched screech and a powerful skunk-like spray that coated the two boys head to toe. The gremlin scampered one way. Jake and Billy scrambled the other way, to the closest hatch, flew it open, and dived through it to the next level, and then the next level, finally coming to a stop they thought would be safe. Jake wiped the sweat from his forehead, smearing his camouflage face paint. Billy wiped it off with the sleeves of his camo uniform. They both leaned against the wall to catch their breath. And of course, since the gremlin sprayed them, they couldn’t smell it… but everyone else definitely would. “Gees, Jake. We gotta tell the El Tee,” said Billy as soon as he could breathe. “Forget the El Tee, Billy. We gotta tell the captain.”

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/30/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Command crew now knows what is going on behind the scenes. USS Toronto is in Aegis orbit, the rest of the Strike Force is in the area. Our gremlin is producing some very interesting images on his tablet. So far everything is moving smoothly. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC at his station:::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well:: Chirakis: :::In her office, finalizing sensitive reports::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, drinking tea and catching up on reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sleeping (yeah right) Chirakis: :::leaning back in her chair, she considers a report that she did not expect:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: At rock bottom....of the station :: Chirakis: ::reads through it several times, giving it due consideration::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviews the information shared at the recent briefing, considers what this means in the bigger picture:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns :: mimipavilion: ::is not surprised with the minimal traffic that came through last night:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Catching up on other life science tasks underway in and around the station:: Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Commander, my office if you have a moment. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Acknowledged. Chirakis: :::stands and moves to a classified area, retrieves something, checks it, then secures the area and remains standing::: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves his office and scoots over to Chirakis':: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some patients:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Is it time? Chirakis: ::As he enters, Kirel hands Scott a message from Starfleet::: Chirakis: Perhaps. Chirakis: I will let you be the judge. Scott Coleridge: ::reads the message, frowns:: I see. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off his station and goes over to Jylliene :: Commander, I am heading to an appointment in medical. Chirakis: Indeed. ::leaning against her desk::: Chirakis: What say you? Jylliene: ::nods to Cayne:: Very well. Tarisa: ::Grabbing a PADD she had on her station.:: Scott Coleridge: I think it's long overdue, personally. Especially given what we're facing now. Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing, making sure that there are no collisions::: Chirakis: Agreed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters the lift :: Medical. Chirakis: ::she reaches to her desk:: +Kital+ Commander, call Dr Pavilion to my office. Jylliene: +Chirakis+ acknowledged. Chirakis: These are trying times, Commander. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops to Dr Pavilion Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters medical :: Doctor? mimipavilion: +Jyl+ This is Dr. Pavilion Jylliene: +Mimi+ The captain would like to see you in her office. mimipavilion: +Jyl+ On my way. Dacia Sandero: Hello? ::hears someone come in:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Doctor... Sandero right? Dacia Sandero: Yes, hello Commander. Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Ops to Captain Chirakis. Doctor Pavilion is on her way. mimipavilion: ::exits her office, waves at Dacia:: I'm meeting with the captain. Chirakis: ::turns toward her office window::: +Jyl+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: All right. Well, I hope you didn't want to meet with Dr Pavillion. mimipavilion: ::goes to the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: Trying times, Commander. ::turns back to face him::: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later and goes to the Chirakis' office and rings the chime:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How good Chirakis: Enter. mimipavilion: ::enters:: You wanted to see me ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: clears throat :: How good are you folks at alterations? Scott Coleridge: ::standing next to Chirakis' desk:: Chirakis: Indeed. Commander Coleridge, proceed. Scott Coleridge: Dr. Pavilion, following the briefing yesterday, you now understand the precarious balance of power in this region? Chirakis: ::her expression is dour::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Alterations? Like changing one's appearance? Tarisa: ::Takes the PADD she had grabbed, and headed for the lift once a replacement crewman arrived.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene:: Coffee, ma'am? :::stands to refresh his cup::: Scott Coleridge: Starfleet Intelligence will be tasking additional resources to this region soon. Captain Chirakis and I have decided that we will need someone with the appropriate clearance and track record to review the daily reports that will be arriving from now on. Jylliene: That would be welcome. Fletcher Jackson: You got it, ma'am. Donut? mimipavilion: ::gets a little suspicious:: Alright? Jylliene: Gladly, if there is one. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Chocolate? Sprinkles? Jelly? Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to Life Sciences level.:: Jylliene: Surprise me. Jylliene: ::grins:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Would you say Dr. Pavilion has sufficient experience, Captain? Has she served on Aegis long enough? Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: You sure about that, ma'am? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Sandero :: I'm thinking something so I can pass a scanner. Jylliene: I am. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: I would say she has more than sufficient experience, Commander. And it's not a matter of time served on Aegis, it is a matter of control, discipline, and focus. Tarisa: ::Enters the Lab.:: Dacia Sandero: Okay. A very good scanner, I imagine? Well, I think it's possible Scott Coleridge: Good point. Chirakis: Although, she does have considerable time served. Jylliene: ::returns attention to the console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to himself :: I feel like Atlas from my daughter's Cultures of the Federation class. Fletcher Jackson: :::chooses her favorite donut, wraps it in a napkin, and fills her cup::: mimipavilion: ::looks between the two:: Chirakis: Proceed, Commander. Scott Coleridge: That being said... the position would take up a lot of time. And we know you're already quite busy as the chief medical officer. Scott Coleridge: So we will be finding another. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I may need some alterations on a genetic level that may be... challenging to undo. Fletcher Jackson: :::steps down ,trying not to spill anything::: Here you go, ma'am. :::sets it down next to her::: Jylliene: Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Jylliene: I appreciate it. Fletcher Jackson: Any time, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: Instead, we've called you here to recognize your long and dedicated service to Aegis by promoting you to the rank of full Commander, with all rights, responsibilities, and perquisites thereof. Dacia Sandero: ::glances at Cayne:: Hmm.. I see. What'd you have in mind? Chirakis: ::Hands him the box::: mimipavilion: ::surprised:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the box, opening it to reveal the solid gold pin:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I don't want something on the friendly side, something on the adversarial side.. :: shakes head :: Something I'll have to practice. Common. Tarisa: :;Walking around the lab, stopping at a few projects that were in progress.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::goes to fill his own mug::: Scott Coleridge: If I may, Doctor? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::removes the black and gold pip and pins on the new gold one:: Congratulations. mimipavilion: Thanks. Dacia Sandero: ::Raises brow:: You mean like a Cardassian, or a Breen? Chirakis: Congratulations, Doctor. And thank you. Starfleet is proud of your service, as are we. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sings softly, in Rihan :: I got the world on a string... Chirakis: ::leads her to the door, it opens, and Kirel steps out next to Mimi::: Attention to Orders. mimipavilion: ::follows and stands :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe a newer foe... Just to let you know, I've been a Cardassian. Chirakis: By the authority vested in my by Starfleet Command, I give you Commander Pavilion. Tarisa: ::Taking interest a project at the end of the table. It was in an incubator.:: Jylliene: ::grins at attention:: Dacia Sandero: Hm. What was that like? Sorry, never mind. Anything particular in mind? I dunno.. Species 8472? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I was very convincing. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. :::to the rest:: As you were. Dacia Sandero: That's nice. I'm sure you were. mimipavilion: ::relaxes:: Jylliene: Congratulations, Commander. ::to Mimi:: mimipavilion: Thanks. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: 8472? :: thinks :: Oh, if you could do that you'd win whatever the Interstellar Nobel prize is Alexis McFarland: :: Eating her breakfast like a good girl...reads the box :: Blubby Blast Cereal... the Blubbiest Dacia Sandero: Hah, I wish. I've never changed anyone's physical appearance before. Alexis McFarland: ::awake and eating a bowl of Kling-O's:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's only part of it.. making me look the part.. .I would have had quite the career if I could shapeshift... oh, can you do that? Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating her breakfast as well.:: Chirakis: :::Scott, just as she turns to enter her office::: Commander... that is a very strange and potent smell. Chirakis: ::slight cough::: Very potent. Dacia Sandero: Err, probably not unless you took lessons from Odo. mimipavilion: ::leaving and hears Chirakis:: Chirakis: Inform engineering that there is a problem with the internal ventilation system. Scott Coleridge: What? ::shifts over and sniffs:: Oh. Oh yes. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to medical:: Fletcher Jackson: ::his headset was on, so he didn't notice anything until he sipped his coffee:: Dacia Sandero: But, I think we have the tech on hand to perform a pretty good guise. I hope Dr. Pavilion is more familiar with this aspect though. I've never done anything like this before myself. mimipavilion: ::arrives back in medical and goes to find Dacia:: Scott Coleridge: If there's nothing else, I'll get back to reports and updating duty rosters. Chirakis: Very well. Carry on. Fletcher Jackson: ::sniffs the cup, puts it aside, then smells the air::: Alexis McFarland: ::reading a note from her parents, that they should be arriving sometime next week. They also have their VIP suite assigned on the station as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working at the bottom of the station :: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Dacia Sandero: Ahh, welcome back. ::sees the new pip on her collar:: Oooh. Congrats! mimipavilion: Thanks. Chirakis: :::remembering the workload Scott has::: Commander Kital, inform engineering that there is a problem with the ventilation system. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Jylliene: +Eng+ Ops to Engineering. mimipavilion: ::looks at Wyatt:: What seems to be the problem? Fletcher Jackson: ::smells like puke, kind of, but maybe worse than puke?::: Scott Coleridge: ::vanishes back to his office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Engineering, err, here Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Looking for a new look doctor... more foe than friend. Jylliene: +Eng+ There seems to be some kind of problem with the ventilation system up here. mimipavilion: Care to explain why you need the new look Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Let me see... :looks at this padd :: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, our furniture and stuff will arrive and be setup ahead of us.. ::Munches on her cereal:: Chirakis: :::in her office, she ups the scrubber system so she can actually breathe::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ There's a routing issue.. Chirakis: ::sits to contact Starfleet Intelligence::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'm going to override the automatic system and push it to full. You'll all hear a hum from the filtration system. Chirakis: ::relaxes in her chair, wishing she could open the window::: Jylliene: +Eng+ Is it quickly fixable? It's getting rather stagnant - thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Something for the future Doctor. Fletcher Jackson: ::doesn't want any more coffee::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll have to get the environ teams on the case. Fletcher Jackson: ::or donut, or whatever:: Jylliene: +Eng+ The more quickly, the better, before everyone up here gets sick. mimipavilion: Ok, we'll just need to discuss in detail to decide whether or not it's a no go. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll prep the auxiliary command center just in case. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/30/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: For those of you who are not familiar with Dr Pavilion, she has been on Aegis for 596 simulations, missing only one when the power went out. Chirakis: You do the math as to the number of years. Chirakis: That said, TBS will be 1 hour. Tarisa: How many gold leaves are cluttering the closet? Chirakis: Too many. Her closet is overflowing. We'll have to get her a new one. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 30 August 2019 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. At the urging of Starfleet Intelligence, Captain Chirakis has revealed classified information to the command crew. According to intelligence reports, The Alien Alliance is taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. They will then assume control of Aegis, use it as a base of operations, and conquer most of the Alpha Quadrant. Border Patrol Strike Forces led by USS Missouri, USS Iowa, USS Toronto, and USS Calgary take turns supplying Aegis with a physical presence and a formidable defense. Aegis’s defense grid has undergone extensive upgrading. Aegis Security is planted throughout the station, watching for signs of infiltration. Our gremlin’s ability to communicate is improving. He has shown no hostility and seems to be very interested in the varied species on Aegis. At sim begin, everything is moving smoothly—a welcome change from the last few weeks.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/23/2019=/\= 22 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.143 TBS was 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. The crew of Aegean has returned to duty. At sim begin, everyone should be in the conference room waiting for Captain Chirakis to arrive. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::in the conference room, waiting, etc.:: mimipavilion: ::in the conference room:: Chirakis: :::finalizing a few things before entering::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::also in conference room, waiting:: Chirakis: ::stands and leaves her office, accompanied by Lt Garand:: Chirakis: ::As she enters, the captain is exceptionally focused as she approaches the table. Lt Garand is behind her and stops outside the door as it closes.::: Chirakis: ::after taking her seat, she pauses to consider::: Dacia Sandero: ::in the conference room as well:: Chirakis: ::a thoughtful sigh escapes before she begins::: What I am about to tell you is highly classified. What is said in this room will stay in this room. Anything said here will not be discussed outside of this room, even in private. If this information does not remain private, the results could be disastrous to Aegis and to the Federation. Is that clear? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::checks the room for reactions::: Chirakis: Very well. We will proceed. Save your questions until I have finished. Chirakis: To begin, the disappearance of the Breen freed millions of enslaved species. Most are friendly and are looking for lives of peace and prosperity. However, the disappearance of the Breen created a void. Where there is a void, there is someone ready to fill it. Several nefarious groups have stepped forward. Some are still in Breen space, but others have begun to explore the galaxy, especially the Alpha Quadrant. Chirakis: So far we have uncovered several plots, the first being the use of the nebular string that leads from Breen space through the Alpha Quadrant into Allied space. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting :: Chirakis: ::She swivels her chair to face the conference viewscreen. The nebula string is prominent. Several planets, planetoids, and large asteroids are highlighted. Two planets in particular stand out.:: Chirakis: Most aliens within the nebular string are hostile. The planets we know of are highlighted onscreen, the most important being An-Ward and Drakel’a. Most of you are familiar with An-Ward. As for Drakel’a, it has always been a way-station for organized crime, but their most recent growth points to the Alien Alliance. Other highlighted planetoids and asteroids have bases that point to the Alien Alliance. And... as you will notice... form a circle within the nebular string. Chirakis: ::the screen zooms out to reveal Aegis's position, which is close to the nebular string:: Chirakis: Most of the Joint Allied Power’s command centers are inside that circle. Aegis is just outside it. We believe that their plan is to take over the station and use it as their command center to conquer the Federation and Joint Allied Powers. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Chirakis: ::she pauses to allow that to sink in::: mimipavilion: ::nose flares a bit:: Dacia Sandero: ::rubs chin:: Jylliene: ::is not terribly thrilled with this news:: Chirakis: Yes, we may be in great danger. However, we do have task forces and other means to protect ourselves. Chirakis: Given this information, you should understand why it may not be spoken of outside this room. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listening :: Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Commander Cayne, have you anything to add? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What is even more disturbing is our lack of true intelligence within that circle. Chirakis: Explain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Federation personnel are harder to place in places of interest. Chirakis: :::thinking of his encounters on Drakel'a::: Chirakis: True. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Humans are rather rare in their space and we can be easy to spot. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It might take some doing to get inside their space Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I've done some of this before, but... this would be different Cdr Wyatt Cayne: For now we are securing the station, increasing our patrols along the perimeter and beyond., Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: walks :: Keeping this from the station at large will be...difficult. Chirakis: Indeed. That is why only a few have been given clearance. Chirakis: However.... Chirakis: We also suspect that there are a few on the station who are tampering with equipment... testing the waters, as Terrans say. Chirakis: Security and Engineering are on top of that. Chirakis: ::slight wave of her hand::: Anything else? Dacia Sandero: ::glances around the room:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Other than I am looking into more drastic methods of gathering intel, no. Chirakis: ::she nods:: Thank you, Commander. ::she turns to Lt Dran:: Lieutenant, have you information concerning the star you were investigating? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gives Jylliene a look :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Testing is still underway. Of the matter that I believe concerns this meeting, it is a little harder to answer. Chirakis: Perhaps I should rephrase... Tae'Lynn Dran: We have not determined if the pulses from the star are completely natural or not. Tae'Lynn Dran: But, all evidence shows that it has been underway for sometime. If it is not natural then it was started very, very long ago. Chirakis: :::she nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Anything beyond that at this point it speculation. Chirakis: Understood. Chirakis: ::then she turns to the rest of the crew::: Questions? Nijil tr'Korjata: We should have plans in place if things go...badly. People off the station. Chirakis: ::tr’Korjata:: Agreed. And Security is tasked with that, Commander Korjata. If you have any ideas, voice them, and if they work, we will implement them. Chirakis: Also, each family should prepare. However, if done station wide it will be called a simple security test and nothing else. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: mimipavilion: Does the visitor in security have anything to do with the Alliance? Chirakis: Dr Pavilion, we do not know if the visitor in security has anything to do with the Alliance. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::listens and nods:: Chirakis: However, considering your medical complex, you are always prepared for attacks. I suggest you continue your training as usual. Chirakis: :::Dacia:: Questions? Concerns? mimipavilion: Of course Dacia Sandero: Not at this time, that hadn't already been answered Chirakis: ::nods and turns to Jylliene:: Commander Kital? Jylliene: None, ma'am Chirakis: ::looks around the room::: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well. All of you have been given the highest security clearance to be read in on this information. Therefore, I repeat.... If this information does not remain private, the results could be disastrous to Aegis and to the Federation. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Has a thought regarding Annisha... :: Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Return to your duties as though we had an ordinary meeting. Guard your expressions. Chirakis: +Garand+ Release the door. Chirakis: ::the door is released so anyone can leave... or stay if needed::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands and moves for the exit:: Chirakis: ::she stands:: Commander Cayne, you have the con. Jylliene: ::rises, returns to her station in the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::ponders everything that was said though as she returns back to the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::stands and leaves:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the science station and checks the latest reports:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading something on his PADD :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to Jy's station :: mimipavilion: ::goes back to medical:: Chirakis: ::exits, keeping a close watch on command's reactions::: Jylliene: ::glances up to Nijil:: Yes? Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::clears several experiments for stage 3 testing:: Chirakis: :::wandering through those in CnC::: Chirakis: ::not her normal pace, just an easy wander:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I had a thought... Annisha and I are playing a game of galactic conquest... perhaps if I model the game to our current situation it could provide some insight to tactics we have not thought of...she'd play the villain of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: ::: Has the con :: Chirakis: :::she wanders by Commander Korjata::: Commander... a word. In my office. Jylliene: ::is somewhat glad Chirakis did that. Wasn't sure HOW to answer that, as she figured Annisha would pick up on something:: Fletcher Jackson: ::glances over as the commander says that, then glances at the captain before going back to work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to her office :: Chirakis: ::enters her office behind him, closing the door::: Commander.... have a seat. :::sits at her desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Chirakis: Commander.... I understand your concern for your family. We all have those concerns. However, you must guard your words and your expressions. Your daughter is very cognizant. Only two words and you would have to explain when she asks, "What current situation." Not that you would say that, but it might just slip out. Chirakis: Guard your words. Nijil tr'Korjata: Did I say I would say that to her? Chirakis: You did not. However, in CnC, in the presence of other officers, you said it Chirakis: If not now, they soon would wonder what you meant when you asked your bondmate about "the current situation." Nijil tr'Korjata: Fine Captain. Chirakis: Two words. That's all it takes. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think it takes far less than that. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Very well. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/23/19 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Now we have something to really chew on. TBS will be until the next day in the morning. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Nijil tr'Korjata: We can't chew on it though, au said not to say anything Chirakis: Indeed I did. Chirakis: Chewing on it and saying is could be the same, I agree. Again, wording. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well. Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 23 August 2019 22 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.143 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. After several days of rest and recuperation, most of the crew has returned to duty. Science continues to examine their lab results. Medical is completing their records. Engineering and security are keeping a close eye on equipment malfunctions. The captain has called the crew (everyone) to the conference room to reveal a classified situation regarding the Alien Alliance, its threat to the Joint Allied Powers in general and Aegis in particular.

On the 18th of August in the year 1985, Starbase Aegis was born. Then located in the Canar System, it has since undergone two incarnations: Deep Space Aegis, and the present Sky Harbor Aegis. The station and its crew have endured the Dominion, the Klingon, and the Cardassian Wars, plus countless other threats from within and outside the bounds of Federation space and that of the Joint Allied Powers. The Breen have disappeared, a byproduct of their experimentation with subspace travel. However when one oppressive tyrant is destroyed, another is always ready to take its place. As we open Season 25, the date is 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142. Sky Harbor Aegis is a new station. The old one has been removed for scrap. She is now a strategic base that stands watch between known and unknown space. Several species who were former slaves of the Breen are now free and have formed what we know as the Alien Alliance. Led by a powerful group whose resources and abilities have yet to be revealed, the Alien Alliance is building bases on asteroids and planetoids within a string of nebulae that allows them stealth passage from their space to that of the Joint Allied Powers. Presently, their aim is to form a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers, take over Aegis, and use it as a staging ground to conquer the Federation and the Joint Allied Powers. Happy Birthday, Aegis. Q'plah!

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/16/19 - 10:07 PM=/\= 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS was 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. The crew is finally settling down to a normal routine. Families have been reunited. Aegean is undergoing repairs at the shipyard. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, after lunch, trying not to burp::: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::having lunch with her friends probably:: Chirakis: :::Medical Complex, checking the status of Aegean's personnel::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::makes a quick note in her journal:: Chirakis: :::Dacia:: How long before they can return to duty, Doctor? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking that her padd has the latest results then exits the lab:: Fletcher Jackson: (w) ::Jyl:: Ma'am... next time I say I'm going for pizza, please hit me on the head with a bat'leth. Jylliene: ::ensuring supplies have gone through for repairs and the like for Aegean:: Jylliene: If you wish. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: The majority of the crew have been cleared to return to light duty, there is still some that suffered more severe radiation poisoning on Aegean, but they are recovering nicely and should return for duty in the coming days. Fletcher Jackson: ::settles in to complete his work::: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Chirakis: ::Dacia:: And you, Doctor. How are you doing? Jylliene: ::starts searching inventory records for bat'leths:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stifles a burp:: Jylliene: You know, I imagine medical would have a quick something you could take. Dacia Sandero: Me? I didn't seem to have sustained too much radiation since I was mostly in the sickbay. I am on light duty for the next few days. Fletcher Jackson: ::takes over for incoming vessels:: Alexis McFarland: ::returning back to school after lunch at Blubby's. During the TBS, she was deemed to have been fully recovered from her injuries and is now free of her cast and hoverchair and is walking on her own two feet again:: Chirakis: :::she nods to Dacia, her expression glad that there was less damage than expected:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, the shields held up enough until we were rescued. Fletcher Jackson: ::finally the commander's comment computes in his brain::he opens his mouth, then closes it, really not wanting to ask::: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: :::finds one listed in storage for general practice/use, sends in a request to the storage area:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC:: Jylliene: ::not because she's really considering using it on Jackson, but rather, just as something new to do - martial arts using the weapon:: Chirakis: ::Dacia:: Um.... Romulan construction is well beyond some of our vessels. I am thankful that they were aboard Aegean. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::accessing the science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, same here. Annisha: :: At boring old school :: Chirakis: ::shakes off her concern::: If you will excuse me, Doctor. I have a few things to attend to. Keep me apprised. Alexis McFarland: ::next to Annisha and Miana, getting out her note PADD:: Dacia Sandero: Of course, will do. ::smiles:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC, moving to her station.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working :: Chirakis: ::exits into the command lift::: CnC Tae'Lynn Dran: :::cross referencing medical reports to lab results:: Chirakis: ::exits, pausing for threat assessment::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting with Alexis and Annisha. She's finally free of her sling.:: mimipavilion: ::going over the early afternoon reports that are on her desk:: Fletcher Jackson: ::checking documents as they scroll his screen::: Chirakis: ::steps in::: Commander Kital, report. Chirakis: ::moves to the OPs station::: Jylliene: Situation as it has been - stable. Fletcher Jackson: ::small burp that smells like pizza::: Jylliene: No changes to incoming or outgoing. Chirakis: Excell...ent. :::turns to Jackson:: Jylliene: No reports of any unusual issues or activities from any of the departments. Jylliene: ::nearly none, anyhow, except for Jackson's current gastrointestinal status:: Annisha: :: to her friends :: What class is next? Chirakis: ::watching Jackson:: Very quiet, then. At least we have a few hours to relax. Fletcher Jackson: ::sips water, hoping that will work::: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Cayne::: Commander, report. Alexis McFarland: Mmm... ::checks her schedule:: PhysEd, I think. Chirakis: ::also notices Tarisa::: Alexis McFarland: (or was it called gym in America?) Jylliene: (Both.) mimipavilion: (::points up at Jylliene's comment::) Alexis McFarland: (Ah ok, Same here) Annisha: More like kicking your butt. :: Playfuly punches Alexis :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Casually looking at this display :: Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's report::: Alexis McFarland: Hehe.. hopefully not too much.' Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Oh, nothing on long range or short range sensors. The area of the star is rather quiet. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up, swivels his chair, and blinks, then shakes it off:: Chirakis: Would you say "too quiet"? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shrugs :: I think a bit, but these things happen in waves. Chirakis: :::something catches her eye as it floats above the commerce deck::: Alexis McFarland: I only just got out of my hover chair. Jylliene: ::would most definitely not say too quiet, because though she never was superstitious growing up, being on Aegis has definitely added a few:: Tarisa: ::Checking recent sensor logs, before looking over reports.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checking internal sensors :: What is this.... Tarisa: Miana> I can not wait. ::Loves PE.:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm me too, now that I'm out of my hover chair. Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne as she enters her codes to access the screen::: Something wrong Commander? Tarisa: ::Perks up as she thought she saw something:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checks the computer :: Says it's crepe paper? Alexis McFarland: I think we're doing dodgeball or something. Chirakis: ::stops::: Crepe paper? I am not familiar with that. Chirakis: :::checks her screen and begins to page through::: mimipavilion: ::hates receiving medical reviews and related and makes a separate pile for that:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: This paper is floating up from the Commerce level... multiple colors. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there some celebration going on? Chirakis: ::looks out the window::: Probably a wedding or a birthday? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know of none scheduled. Chirakis: ::continues to read through her most recent::: Annisha: Dodgeball? Another Earth game.... Chirakis: Hm.... this might be the answer.... Alexis McFarland: Mmm. But I'm not too sure, Chirakis: From Admiral Morris.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Nij here, how about a nice dinner, just the two of us. Chirakis: To the crew of Sky Harbor Aegis Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Morris? Chirakis: A Proclamation celebrating the end of the 24th Year and the beginning of the 25th Year of service to Starfleet and the Joint Allied powers by securing the borders, exploration, and going where no one has gone before. Signed: Admiral Reginald Morris, Starfleet Command Tarisa: Miana> Oh. That is the game I am good at. The boys hate playing it with me. Jylliene: +Nijil+Sounds appealing. Chirakis: ::looks up to Cayne, blanks her screen and moves to the commerce deck window::: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, you're really good at it Miana. Chirakis: Well, now... It is a celebration. At the center is a one deck high cake of Aegis? Alexis McFarland: (oooh!) Fletcher Jackson: ::blink:: Cake? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sounds like a lot of clean :: sees her leave, follows :: Jylliene: That explains those requisitions. Chirakis: And we are to attend. Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: Jylliene: ::glances at Jackson:: Might make sure you take it easy on the cake. I don't yet have the bat'leth to otherwise dissuade you. Chirakis: So.. clip your screens to your PADDS, set them to alert mode in case there is one, and attend. ::nods to the crew::: Fletcher Jackson: ::yl:: Commander, I think I'll have to take it to my quarters for later. No way could I eat anything more. Chirakis: ::chuckles at Jackson's comment::: I should make you eat it, Ensign. Fletcher Jackson: ::swallows hard::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ You sound appealing...I, err. I'll make arrangements. Alexis McFarland: Mm? ::Looks at Miana:: Chirakis: ::smiles as she turns to enter the lift:: All crew are to attend. You heard the admiral. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sniffs the air as her ears twitch.:: I hear something. A celebration. I smell sweets too! Fletcher Jackson: :::groan::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. They did close off a portion of the commerce section didn't they? I wonder if that has anything to do with it. Tarisa: ::Puzzled at first, but chooses not to question. She goes to the lift.:: Chirakis: Action> All Starfleet personnel head to the commerce deck. Civilians only if they are part of a Starfleet family. Annisha: Au hear something? Tarisa: Miana> I want to see. Jylliene: ::to Jackson:: You'll be fine. ::heads there:: Dacia Sandero: ::get the announcement to head to the commerce deck:: Something going on down there? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, me too, Alexis McFarland: What did you hear Annisha? mimipavilion: ::gets the announcement as well and heads to the commerce deck:: Not sure? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets a beep on her tablet.:: Oooo.. Jylliene: +Nijil+ On your way to the event? Dacia Sandero: ::reads about it on her PADD:: Ooh. Annisha: Na, it's Miana's hearing.. I mean my hearing is good. :: points at pointy ears :: But I did not hear that noise? My birthday is not today, so what gives? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ What? What event? Tarisa: Miana> I think we can go too. ::Shows the tablet.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Gets it too:: It's something to do with the station. It's birthday? We're invited since we have family in Starfleet. Annisha: Just like someone, get us all in one place... Jylliene: ::forwards the info with the command to attend:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: ::gets another beep:: Dacia already said to meet her down there. Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's cake. Dacia Sandero: ::heads down to the commerce deck:: Jylliene: +Annisha+ Meet your father and I when you reach the commerce deck. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Lets go. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishes as she gets excited.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I have been so involved in my work.. I'm in an empty tube working on a project. Alexis McFarland: ::the students get dismissed by the teacher and they make their way to the commerce section:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Orders from the admiral. Jylliene: ::arrives:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sees the giant cake as the get close to the party.:: Wow.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Admiral who? There are so many. Tarisa: ::Was already there, mingling.:: Dacia Sandero: ::arrives shortly after and stands next to Jyliene:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Admiral Morris. Come on. Chirakis: ::making her way through the crowd, enjoying their presence::: Chirakis: :::amazed at the food they have spread out::: Dacia Sandero: ::to Jylliene:: I figured if Annisha was going to meet you here, Alexis wouldn't be too far away. ::her gaze turns to the impressive cake station:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's food and cake. Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the cake station as well:: Wow! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets his things together :: Ugh.. +Nei'rrh shuttle+ Transport me from my location next to Commander Kital. Shuttle Computer: Understood, energizing.... Jylliene: ::nods to Dacia and grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Nijil appear out of nowhere:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rematerializes next to Jy :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the wall of people.:: So many... Jylliene: About time. ::chuckles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good, the shuttle did not misplace me. Alexis McFarland: Yeah.. no wonder they need a cake so big Nijil tr'Korjata: My feet are tired, and I can't see straight. Jylliene: ::rubs his back:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> I smell familiar people though. Alexis McFarland: ::looks for Dacia in the crowds, connects with her telepathically:: Ahh, she's next to your parents Annisha. mimipavilion: ::walking through the commerce level:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I guess they're all here. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's my feet, but not here... So what is this about again? Chirakis: :::though she does not really enjoy such food, she accepts a very small sample, nods thanks, then moves on::: Alexis McFarland: I'm sure Tarisa's around here somewhere too. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I can smell her too. Jylliene: An anniversary, you might say. Jylliene: ::indicates the writing on the big cake:: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head a moment, as she catches something. Walks casually through the crowd.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sees Dacia and Annisha's parents and heads their way:: Chirakis: ::::moves to the edge of the crowd and ponders the 24 years:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's been a year for us already? Chirakis really goes all out. Jylliene: ::glances at Nijil,:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wanders through, taking a little here and a little there, boxing them up for tomorrow:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis, till she stops when someone puts a hand on her head.:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she pats Miana's head.:: Alexis McFarland: ::stops next to Dacia and still near Miana and Tarisa:: Tarisa: Miana> Neemah! ::Hugs.:: Dacia Sandero: ::pets Alexis' head as well:: Chirakis: (Let us hope that Miana's hands are clean) Alexis McFarland: Mmm, neemah! Keeheehee.. Chirakis: (Not covered with cake, that is) Tarisa: ((hehe she hasn't got that far yet.)) Annisha: :: Looks up at Tarisa :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/16/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then.... Chirakis: I suppose that was a surprise for everyone. Chirakis: And it is true. On the 18th of August, 24 years ago, Aegis was christened. Chirakis: We are now on the edge of the 25th Season. Chirakis: Some of us were there, and some of us were not. I do believe, though, that it is one of the best sims, and that we have one of the best crews. Thank you all. Chirakis: So... TBS will be another 24 hours, making it the afternoon of the next day. Chirakis: Hopefully you will not be so full that you cannot move. Chirakis: Anyway, questions or comments? Dacia Sandero: Can we take home leftovers? Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: Mr Jackson is so full that he has to save his for later. Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Thank you for being the best crew I have ever had. Chirakis: And with that... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 16 August 2019 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS is 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local Well into the second day of recovery from Aegean's near disaster, the crew is settling down to a normal routine. Aegean has been taken to the shipyard for repairs. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining examining the samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star, and families have been reunited. In short, it has been a quiet day.

~~Season 24 Premiere~~ Mission Brief |Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 August 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 9.5 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Alpha Watch has begun. Aegean successfully intercepted the science ship, Toq-Pan-Jri. Both ships are about to dock at Aegis. As a precaution, Task Force Aegis remains on standby in docking orbit. An inquiry into the cause of Toq-Pan-Jri’s change of flight plans will hopefully uncover the cause of the navigation problem that Aegean and Task Force Aegis encountered.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/9/19 =/\= 20 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.141 TBS was 24 hours. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The command crew of Aegean has been cleared for LIGHT duty. Reports to Commander Coleridge should be in. Test samples from the star are in the science lab. Those entering the lab must be geared up for radiation. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC, in her office::: Chirakis: ::the door is open::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay, sipping a cup of tea:: mimipavilion: ::in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, Aux OPS::: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is still in his quarters, eating with Annisha :: Chirakis: ::sends a quick message to SF Command:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins assigning samples to various research tasks:: Chirakis: ::blanks the screen, exits her office and goes straight to the coffee::: Annisha: Father, au have been quiet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Ie. Decompressing from a mission can take some time...but the backlog of station issues weighs on me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking into the CnC, coffee in hand :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene::: Great to have everyone back home, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::feels recharged after taking yesterday off and spending the day with Alexis:: Jylliene: ::the scent of coffee begins to fill the CnC:: Jylliene: It is. ::smiles in agreement to Jackson:: Chirakis: :::spots Cayne:: Commander... when you have a moment. ::points her cup toward her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the assigning.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain... :: heads towards her office :: Jylliene: As close to calm normalcy as we get, I think. Tarisa: ::Enters Life Sciences. Walks over to Dran.:: I am glad to see you are doing well. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, still taking it slowly today:: Dacia Sandero: ::had already submitted her reports in :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you. Chirakis: :::settles behind her desk, the door closes behind Cayne and she regards him a bit before asking::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters her office :: Morning. Tarisa: ::Tail swishes as she becomes curious.:: How are your projects? Chirakis: ::nod::: One word, Commander. Drakel'a. Tae'Lynn Dran: Just getting started actually. Tae'Lynn Dran: We managed to expose a number of samples to both the radiation and damping pulse. Jylliene: Annisha definitely seemed more settled last night with her father home. Understandably. Chirakis: Tell me all you know. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Oh? Did you have good results? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinks :: Great, can't say I miss it. Chirakis: ::rocks back, relaxing in her chair::: I'm sure you don't. Tae'Lynn Dran: I would say so. I answered my main question and came up with about 5 or 6 new questions. About as good as it gets for a scientist. Jylliene: ((Yup, that's pretty much how it works.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are we visiting again? Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: I would be worried otherwise. Fletcher Jackson: Can't imagine what that would be like, wondering where your father is. Glad she's relaxing. Chirakis: Somehow, Commander, I don't believe that would be a good move. :::taps her desk and two images of the inhabited area show::: Annisha: :: Eats :: Jylliene: ::nods:: Tarisa: You will be happy to know I did speak to Captain Chirakis about your concerns after you left for the mission. She understood the situation. Chirakis: ::swivels her chair:: On the left is Drakel'a when you left. On the right is the planet as it is now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, perhaps I can arrange a visit today. Annisha: Visit? Tae'Lynn Dran: I do appreciate that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's quite a jump in activity. :: Looks :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: When you are ready, you can present your findings to her, and anything you wish to be locked down. Dacia Sandero: ::trying to take it easy today only doing light work for now, though she does want to assess Alexis and Miana later today and see if they're fully healed from their injuries:: Scott Coleridge: ::doing a light workout, trying to get himself back into the headspace appropriate for managing the station instead of dealing with a crisis:: Chirakis: As you can see, there are new buildings, a large space port, and Starships.... more than one can count. Tae'Lynn Dran: Right now my focus is on how the pulse was eliminated the radiation. This could completely change decon methods. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hold on. +Jy+ Nijil here, is the CnC busy? I was wondering if a little person could get a tour, if nothing so I don't have to keep answering questions. Dacia Sandero: Maybe I'll have to pull them out of school later. ::makes a note to herself:: Chirakis: Do you recognize any of the ships? Fletcher Jackson: ::grins::: (w) Not much going on, ma'am. Jylliene: ::looks around, nods to Jackson:: +Nijil+ Not busy at the moment, no. She may certainly come have a peek. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They look like something I've seen before, but I don't know the owners. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ On our way. Annisha: :: Jumps up and down a bit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up and heads for the door, Annisha in hand :: Tarisa: I see. That could be quite useful. Chirakis: Nor do we. Several operatives are taking a look. Nothing yet, but it seems that they are a major base for the Alien Alliance. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both he and Annisha enter the lift :: CnC deck Chirakis: If something comes up, I will be asking you even more questions, Commander. ::blanks the screen:: If anything comes to mind, let me know. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I can look at some ship records if that will help. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his workout and downs some water before hitting the sonic shower:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lift moves :: Chirakis: Of course. And in the meantime, relax and enjoy the quiet for a while. Tae'Lynn Dran: Control samples are under surveillance. Best to know if there are any adverse effects that might crop up later. Alexis McFarland: ::would be kind of jealous if she were awake:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like that will last.... :: lifts up his cup and turns to the door :: Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Quiet seldom lasts. Tae'Lynn Dran: Then we'll expose set 1 to various levels of additional radiation to see if there's any continued protection. Chirakis: ::exits with Cayne::: mimipavilion: ::sighs at the reports she's going over:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives at the CnC deck with Annisha in hand :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Depending on those results I may alter some of the further testing. Chirakis: ::hoping the doctor has rested as ordered::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Anything you think we should also be looking for? Annisha: :: The door opens, the smallest on the deck Rihan looks all about, taking it all in :: Chirakis: ::she turns to see Annisha and Nijil enter::: Do I see my future captain? Scott Coleridge: ::gets dressed in a fresh uniform and leaves his quarters:: Annisha: Empress... Tarisa: I think you have it well covered. If you need anything further, please let me know. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nudges Annisha :: Chirakis: ::stops::: Oh. It's an empress now? Tae'Lynn Dran: I will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au have been playing Galactic Risk too much. Chirakis: And what would her name be? Empress....? Jylliene: ::grins:: Chirakis: ::surprisingly relaxed::: Annisha: Good followers are hard to find. :: Leading her father on their tour :: Tarisa: I still have to look over what sensor logs exist from the Aegean and Regulus. Tae'Lynn Dran: With the power issues I'm afraid they're not as complete as we'd hoped. I did download all tricorder data. Tarisa: That should help some. Annisha: :: Turns to her father :: Where's engineering? :: Looks :: mimipavilion: ::hates taking a day off, just means several piles of PADDs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Points :: There Jylliene: ::watches them:: Annisha: :: Waves then salutes at her mom :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Stares down the little on :: Chirakis: (important phone call - afk) Scott Coleridge: ((This is our chance! Implement the plan!)) Scott Coleridge: ::er, I mean, taking the TL to the CnC and definitely not fomenting an uprising:: Annisha: :: Goes up to Cayne :: I'm not afraid of au. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks down at her :: I know., Annisha: Au stare at this all day? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not all day, but enough. Annisha: :: Looks at his display :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What do you see? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the timetables:: Alexis McFarland: (numbers!) Annisha: Dead people. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Jylliene: ::glances at Annisha:: Annisha: Na, I see Aegis in the middle of this big thing. :: points :: There's where the ships are fixed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::rather pleased:: This should work nicely. Tarisa: ::Smiles as she starts to head for the exit.:: I will let you get to it. I can not wait to see results. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to the department status board to see what ever projects are underway:: Scott Coleridge: ::enter the CnC:: Annisha: Looks like my game.. the one where my father is losing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stands behind here :: I am not. I still control Earth, Andor and Vulcan. Annisha: Not for long old man. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Cayne :: Au want a little girl? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: puts up his hands :: I will have to decline. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::opens her journal and updates :: Scott Coleridge: ::sees the situation on the CnC and chuckles:: Tarisa: ::Takes a TL.:: Chirakis: ::turns as Scott enters::: Welcome back, Commander. Chirakis: ::watching him carefully::: Chirakis: Yes, we have a budding captain, Empress, and several other things. Annisha: Are au looking for something :: thinks :: Commander? Scott Coleridge: Thank you. Scott Coleridge: ::Annisha:: I live only to serve, Empress. Jylliene: ::Figures it's good to have goals, just tends to wonder about Annisha's sometimes:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC.:: Annisha: :: looks :: There may be hope for au yet. Annisha: Au should have the computer do it for au. I have the replicator do it for me all of the time. Tarisa: ::Notices a visitor.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a station and begins typing reports to the other science departments:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jyl:: Fresh coffee, ma'am? Jylliene: That'd be appreciated, thank you. Scott Coleridge: Yes, but even replicators need people to fix them when they break down. Fletcher Jackson: :::takes his mug in hand::: Yes, ma'am. ::takes her mug as well::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll get right on it. Fletcher Jackson: ::returns with her mug and her favorite donut and sets it next to her console::: Enjoy, ma'am. ::coffee, no donut:: Annisha: :: Goes up to mom, strike that, Commander Kital :: So... :: looks up at her :: Jylliene: Thank you ::grins to Jackson:: Jylliene: Yes? ::to Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she walks over to her station.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::resumes his traffic cop duty::: Annisha: :: to Jy :: How far can this thing talk to people? Jylliene: This far.. ::pulls up a map on the display, indicates the general radius of communications:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Chirakis:: I'm guessing you've already reviewed my report. Scott Coleridge: ::has long theorized Chirakis is actually 3 clones who trade off sleep:: Chirakis: I have, Commander. Very interesting information regarding the star. Chirakis: ::has actually slept this time::: Annisha: Pulsars... ever think of them? mimipavilion: ::to herself:: Finally!! Jylliene: What about them? mimipavilion: ::is glad to be done with the reports:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Lieutenant Dran asked me if I would consider the mission a "success" despite what happened, and I pointed out that we had gathered plenty of data, even if we hadn't intended to do it this way. Alexis McFarland: (quasars!) Annisha: I have been learning about them in science class. Maybe... hmm. Jylliene: ::a bit concerned:: Chirakis: Commander...I would call it a success that you all returned. Chirakis: The data is important, of course. You and your crew are much more important. Scott Coleridge: I agree. Annisha: I could call home, my former home, but with a delay. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/9/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Very relaxing. Another day, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Maybe a bit more than that Scott Coleridge: So it's not 8 am Chirakis: So, a day and a half? Noon? Scott Coleridge: I think that would work Chirakis: Very well. Noon of the next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew or from the crew? Chirakis: seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 9 August 2019 20 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.141 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean and Regulus docked. Those aboard have been cleared for duty. Regulus has returned to Starfleet Security Base. The crew of Aegean have been commanded to rest for at least 24 hours, and more if needed to recuperate. Test samples from Aegean’s science lab are secure in a restricted area of the science lab to guard against radiation poisoning. Those entering the lab must be geared up against radiation. Our gremlin still prefers chocolate.

Unsung Heroes Dr. Pavilion nodded and stepped a bit closer. “You get some rest as well, and that’s not a request.” “Yes, ma’am,” said the captain with a slight grin. ~Aegis chat 2 August 2019 It was a mutual agreement. The doctor was just as worn as she, and yet she ordered the captain to retire to quarters. The captain could have easily ordered the doctor to do the same, but she did not. In essence, each could order the other off duty, hence the smile and, "Yes, ma'am." It is generally understood that the chain of command aboard a ship, on a space station, or on any starbase ends with a captain, an admiral, or any officer who has been given the task of directing a crew. This is not necessarily true. Case in point, although Captain Chirakis is commanding officer of Sky Harbor Aegis, Aegis’s chain of command does not stop with her. One higher than she is often overlooked, and that is the station’s Chief Medical Officer, Dr Pavilion. At any time, with the concurrence of another command rank officer, Dr Pavilion could declare the captain unfit for command and remove her from that position. With that in mind, Kirel often spotted the doctor in stealth mode—worthy of an SI-5 operative. The doctor would enter CnC, step to the side to watch or log onto a free console—similar to hers in the medical complex—and begin to work. Stealth mode. On this particular day, however, Kirel's blank stare at the tactical view screen verified her exhaustion and drew Dr Pavilion’s attention. Aegean and Regulus would arrive sometime within the next 24 hours. At the doctor's orders, she left believing that she would only rest. Instead, she fell into a deep sleep. In full uniform. Only to awake fourteen hours later. * * * * * Having heard that Aegean was about to dock, Captain Chirakis stepped out of the command lift at the quarantine level. A young security officer stepped next to her, SOP in such matters. At his request, Ltjg Yorkowski had just transferred from Starfleet Operations to Aegis. As soon as he was available, Kirel tapped him for her security details. A third degree black belt Karate master did not belong behind a desk. Within the quarantine area, a prominent medical officer wandered among her assistants, checking and rechecking equipment. “How long has Dr Pavilion been here, Lieutenant?” the captain queried as she watched. “She arrived shortly after oh five hundred, Captain.” “Have you any idea why she came early?” “Well, ma’am, she’s been walking through, checking everything, counting suits, checking scanners, verifying codes, examining contamination suits, shifting equipment, checking the radius of the quarantine, readjusting just about everything. She’s pretty damn meticulous, ma’am.” Nodding slowly, she verified, “Indeed she is, Lieutenant. Since five hundred?” “Yes, ma’am.” Half an hour later, the crew of Aegean began to exit via the docking port and wander wearily toward the decontamination area. The injured exited first. Some walked. Aegis’s medical personnel approached others who needed assistance. Some stumbled, exhausted from the battle against what was now known as the rogue star. Some were carried off. Most had radiation contamination, many were disoriented, and a few had a look of disbelief that they had returned alive. Kirel was all too familiar with their facial expressions. What it would have been like to be burned in the gravity well of a star? Would it have been a slow, agonizing death? Would it have been a quick snap? Would the radiation have gotten to them before they even felt the heat? Dr. Sandero paused just outside the ship to page through her tablet, checking and rechecking her patients, making sure that all were accounted for. Her blonde hair, normally twisted into an impeccable bun for duty, was somewhat frazzled. Her face, so often admired by passersby, was pale and worn, and yet she pressed on, constantly watching for the slightest sign of crisis. Though her exhaustion showed, she did not allow it to keep her from her duty. As commanding officer of Aegean, Commander Coleridge exited last. No doubt he had walked through Aegean to assure that no one had been left behind. His exhaustion showed as he approached the senior officers and presented himself as though it were an ordinary day. “File your reports by the end of the day,” he said, “but then I want you taking at least a day off before you go back on duty.” From there, they were transported to the medical complex to be washed and given new uniforms. As soon as Kirel received notice that all were well and accounted for, she relaxed, but only a little. The crew returning was a different crew than the one that had left a few days ago.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/2/19 - 10:06 PM=/\= 19 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.140 TBS was 2 days. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean and Regulus are about to dock. Their docking bays are off limits. The crews are under quarantine until released by Dr Pavilion. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. ==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops, early, because she knew the AT was due back:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::In Aegean science lab, securing test samples for transport to Aegis:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the Aegean, tidying up sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Aux OPS::: Jylliene: ::has sent docking permissions, etc:: mimipavilion: ::in medical ready for the Aegean and Regulus and in her suit:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Aegean and Regulus are about to dock, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: @::Aegean bridge, letting the crew handle docking:: Chirakis: % LtCdr Dayson> ::Regulus, preparing to dock after Aegean:: Chirakis: +Jyl+ Thank you, Commander. :::stands to exit her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::scanning the tracking tag of the last crate:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::exits the lab:: Chirakis: :::CnC, standing close to OPS, waiting for confirmation of their docking::: Alexis McFarland: ::is in her bed, fast asleep:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::enters the bridge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Still down in main engineering, accessing the damage :: mimipavilion: ::waiting for confirmation of docking for both ships:: Jylliene: ::waits for same:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Chirakis: ::Jyl:: I suppose I should remain here until they are cleared for duty :::more of a thought than a question::: Annisha: :: Yawns :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::hovering near the Ops station, watching docking procedures.:: Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Commander, Aegean is preparing to dock. Annisha: Mom? :: Does not realize she is gone :: Computer, what time is it?..,.. <Computer> The time is 0715 hours Dacia Sandero: ::Feels the ship slow and prepare to dock.. is glad to at least be back on the station:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::glances over towards Coleridge:: Do you think the Captain will be upset that we had to be rescued? Annisha: :: Grumbles in his chair :: Tarisa: ::Walks over to her station, greetings along the way. Turns.:: Yes Captain, I was informed by the Gamma shift science officer they were nearing port. Tarisa: Is there anything in particular you would like me to do? Jylliene: ::pulls up exterior views, watches the ships:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: I assume that there will be a great deal of information to work on as soon as Aegean's crew is cleared for duty. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: No. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Rubs his headache-ridden head :: Ugh... Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will look into their sensor logs once it is cleared. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Captain Chirakis doesn't often get "upset." If she gets upset, make sure you're already on shore leave. Chirakis: :::nods to Tarisa, then sighs:: Commander Kital, you have the con. I will be at the docking bay. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Noted, sir. Dacia Sandero: @ ::heads to the small office and takes a seat, after pouring herself a cup of tea:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::exits into the command lift:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Korjata here. I have the damage report and repair schedule at your convenience. Jylliene: ::monitors:: Fletcher Jackson: :::doing his thing::: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Thank you, Commander. Forward them to my inbox on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: @ ::looking over the medical reports on the patients that were treated before they were to be sent to sickbay on Aegis:: Tarisa: ::Looking to Jylliene:: Have they made contact at all? Is everyone alright? mimipavilion: ::gets bored and slightly annoyed, but leaves for the docking bay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Your full one or the overflow? Jylliene: Reports are that there have been no major casualties. mimipavilion: ::taking a tl to the docking bay:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Then you have a little one that should be excited. Dacia Sandero: ::also sending it to Coleridge's inbox as well:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Would you classify our mission as a success? Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ I'm... I'm getting to the full one. I've been away. Chirakis: ::exits and stands outside the quarantine radius:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Would be a shame if a core glitch deleted it sir. Korjata out. Jylliene: Once she's able to see him. I hear that they'll be in quarantine. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: We learned more about the star, and we came home alive. I don't think anyone expected it to happen this way, but that's sometimes how it goes when dealing with the unknown. mimipavilion: ::arrives at the docking bay and puts on her helmet and makes sure she has her tricorder as well:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I see. That will make some more anxious. ::Logs into her console.:: Please let me know when I will be able to access Aegean's sensor logs. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gathers his computer and small padd, gets ready to head to the station :: Chirakis: ::standing near the lift, arms crossed, waiting and very concerned about possible radiation poisoning:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Wonders what station time is. Relativistic travel always plays with ones sync :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Jylliene+ Jy, are au there? This is...is Nijil. Jylliene: +Nijil+I'm here. Welcome home. Alexis McFarland: ::Still sleeping but can now sense Dacia's presence, and feels better about that:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ From a science perceptive I am very happy with our findings. I think we have at least 3 papers worth of material with the first data sets alone. Scott Coleridge: @ Papers... I remember writing papers. Chirakis: ACTION> As the crew exits, Dr Pavilion scans them for radiation, then transports them to the medical complex to be washed and given new uniforms. Annisha: :: Gets dressed to the music of "Put on your Sunday Clothes" Scott Coleridge: ::drops his @ in the sterilizer:: mimipavilion: ::sees the crew starting to pile out and scans them:: Tarisa: ((One of my favorite musicals.)) Jylliene: ::exhales in relief with the confirmation of docking and disembarking:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::follows the others out of the ship:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Wals to the dock :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moving through the cleaning processes.:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows everyone out:: Chirakis: ::she watches as they exit::: Scott Coleridge: ::leaving the ship:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::having a dream about piloting a ship:: Tarisa: ::Getting a couple good scans of the Aegean and Regulus' exteriors.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think my first paper will be on the possible use of the pulse wave as a new radiation decon procedure. Chirakis: ACTION> Anything gathered that is not electronic is also checked for radiation. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: As he walks his @ flops off and clanks onto the floor :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I will just need to de-weaponize the tech. mimipavilion: ::besides the people, she scans so much stuff for radiation:: Scott Coleridge: ::shuffles through the line:: Dacia Sandero: ::Shuffles through as well:: Chirakis: ::keeping her distance, watching medical personnel work::: Scott Coleridge: ::spots Mimi:: Hello, Doctor. I hope we haven't made too much work for you. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Thanks. I am sleep-deprived and dehydrated. Jylliene: +Nijil+ So about normal, then. Jylliene: ::grins slightly:: Chirakis: ::even the security guards are in radiation gear::: mimipavilion: ::sees and hears Scott and just death glares him:: I should be lucky I'm not filling out death certificates. Dacia Sandero: ::overhears:: Well, that makes two of us. mimipavilion: ::smirks at Dacia's comment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ A fair observation. Chirakis: :::steps to the security officer of the watch:: I will be in CnC. Inform Dr Pavilion that I am available if needed. :::the Lt nods with a yes, ma'am::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking around to see if private spaces are set up to remove old uniforms or if this will be a more communal disrobing:: Dacia Sandero: ::heads to a privacy stall to change into a fresh new uniform:: Chirakis: ::exits the command lift at CnC::: Jylliene: ::looks over, nods to Chirakis:: Ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::been down this road before::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Where am I to go exactly? :: wandering around :: Chirakis: ::nods::: Commander Kital. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets her personal effects on a table for decon and then moves to change clothes:: Scott Coleridge: ::gets changed:: Fletcher Jackson: ::keeping ships well away from Aegean::: mimipavilion: ::points Nijil in the direction he needs to go:: Dacia Sandero: ::but not before she takes a sonic shower to remove any traces of radiation on her person:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Chirakis: ::a little more relaxed, but not completely::: Dacia Sandero: ::scans herself and once she is radiation free, changes into a new uniform:: Annisha: :: Now singing to a song from old old earth :: Jylliene: All is ... as well as is typical? Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waits in a line :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::adjusting her new uniform:: Scott Coleridge: ::waiting to be cleared:: mimipavilion: ::scanning, scanning, scanning:: Dacia Sandero: ::stands at the end of the decon area,also waiting to be cleared:: Chirakis: All is.... typical, I suppose Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: It seems that danger is the new norm. Alexis McFarland: ::Stretches in bed and yawns:: Chirakis: But then, I believe it always has been. Annisha: :: Picks up her tiny guitar :: mimipavilion: ::moves over to Dacia and scans her for any remnants of radiation:: Jylliene: It is good to acknowledge it. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking she gets back all her personal items:: Chirakis: ::wan smile::: Indeed. Aegis always seems to draw the short straw, as Terrans say. Annisha: :: Has her clothes on, heads out the door to her quarters to see her father :: mimipavilion: ::smiles at Dacia:: No radiation is left. You are clear. Annisha: :: Singing :: You're my satellite... Alexis McFarland: ::Grabs her chrono to check the time, and stays in bed:: Dacia Sandero: Great, thanks. ::smiles:: mimipavilion: ::moves to Scott and scans:: Jylliene: Might as well. We're used to it. Alexis McFarland: ::she then opens her messages to check her inbox:: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: You're cleared. Dacia Sandero: I'll send over my medical reports once I have some time to do so. Scott Coleridge: Thank you. mimipavilion: ::responds to Dacia:: Alright. Chirakis: ::steps to her console only to find that everyone in the galaxy wants a report:::: Annisha: :: Arrives just outside where the Aegean people are being probed :: mimipavilion: ::moves to Nijil:: Chirakis: ::blanks the console, deciding that is premature, as are most of command's demands::: Jylliene: There is an old story I hear tell of an oceanic life form that would jump out of a cooking vessel were it dropped into hot water, but would remain if the water were slowly brought up to cooking temperature. Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor... mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: You're cleared. Jylliene: Let's hope we're not sitting in gradually-increasing danger and not noticing. Alexis McFarland: ::She did get a message from her parents, saying that they should arrive in a little more than a week. Their furniture and other possessions should be arriving in a few days before them. Wonders where their new room will be. Hopefully near Miana's:: mimipavilion: ::moves to Tae'Lynn:: Chirakis: ::looks to Jyl::: Yes, let us hope. Nijil tr'Korjata: Thanks. Chirakis: :::knowing that there is an increasing danger, given the presence of Task forces visiting so often::: mimipavilion: ::Tae'Lynn:: You're cleared. Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you, doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Spies a young Rihan outside the examination area :: Scott Coleridge: ::the senior staff as they're being scanned:: File your reports by the end of the day, but then I want you taking at least a day off before you go back on duty. Dacia Sandero: ::to Scott:: Sure, that's fine with me. Tae'Lynn Dran: Understood, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Passes the threshold :: Annisha: Father! :: runs :: Alexis McFarland: ::Doesn't need to be at the Sickbay to reunite with Dacia. Being Betazoid has its perks:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the corridor outside:: mimipavilion: ::to the rest of the crew:: You are cleared. Chirakis: Rest of the Crew> ::sigh of relief::: mimipavilion: ::removes her helmet and breathes fresh air:: Chirakis: :::Jylliene::: Remind me to send Dr Pavilion a quantity of her favorite pastries. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches Annisha as she leaps into his arms, with some effort on his part. Kisses her on the forehead :: What are au doing here? Jylliene: ::makes a note:: Yes ma'am. mimipavilion: ::removes the rest of the suit and notifies the security team that they can remove theirs:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coleridge to Chirakis. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of the quarantine area, catching up with Alexis. Glad her parents are ahead of schedule. And inwardly, it'll be nice to have her quarters to herself again. It did feel a bit too cozy with the two of them all these months:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I need to make sure the samples make it to the lab or I'll never get any rest. Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Welcome back, Commander. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Thank you. The crew has cleared radiation protocols. I've ordered them to take at least a day off. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves away to intercept and escort the cargo::: mimipavilion: ::lets the sanitation team deal with the suits, just as a precaution:: Annisha: To see au silly. I worried au had gone and killed everyone. Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Well done, Commander. Yes, at least a day. And that applies to you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: hugs :: Thanks…. I am hungry, let’s get something to eat. mimipavilion: ::takes a tl to the CnC:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Agreed. I sent you a preliminary report as we docked. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC moments later:: Chirakis: +Coleridge+ I look forward to it. Chirakis: ::turns::: Dr. Pavilion. Jylliene: ::nods to Mimi as she enters:: Doctor. mimipavilion: Captain ::nods to Jylliene:: The crew is cleared of radiation. mimipavilion: Hazmat Sanitation team is cleaning up the area as we speak. Chirakis: Excellent. Thank you, Doctor. And you need some time off. I will notify your medical personnel that you will not be available until tomorrow. mimipavilion: ::nods, steps a bit closer:: you get some rest as well, and that's not a request. Chirakis: Yes, ma’am ::gives a slight grin:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/2/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very well... TBS will be 24 hours again. It will be 0700 the next day. Chirakis: Commander, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Below Decks Senna Matise poked her head out the entrance to what had become their quarters in the unfinished section of Aegis known as Below Decks. She heard the children chattering enthusiastically, but couldn’t quite understand what they were up to, so she rounded the corner to find out. A group of pre-teens sat on the floor half way down the corridor, fiddling with what looked like metal. She and her husband Glen, both undercover security, blended well with the natives. They scavenged for the comforts of home: a bed, a worn out carpet, a few chairs—none of which matched—a small table and replicator, and other paraphernalia. They got to know their neighbors, most of whom were congenial. Senna had left her teaching profession to join Starfleet Security, but Below Decks lacked a teacher, so she volunteered for the younger group. Since Glen was smart—according to the neighbors— they snagged him to teach the older group physics and advanced mathematics—along with basic defensive tactics because the teens said it was “so cool”. Eventually the defensive tactics class added what they dubbed "scramble teams", a little wrestling and a lot of just plain scrambling on the deck. They enjoyed that part more than anything else. Today Glen had his teens in their makeshift gymnasium working on defensive tactics. As Senna moved around the corner to check on the younger set, Glen came up from behind. His towel barely absorbed the sweat dripping from his scalp to his forehead, he smelled of gymnasium, and his workout clothes were in desperate need of washing. Senna’s how did it go look elicited an eyeroll and a whispered, “Pretty much like skipper’s training. Damn, they’re good,” he sighed. Another swipe of the towel and he leaned against the wall to watch. A gaggle of giggles preceded, “No, no, no,” that came from down the corridor followed by “Let's change it around, Benji. That way they don't clang together and make such a weird sound. We can use… let me see… wood! Yes, wood will do it!" A few clanks against several metal objects echoed in their direction. Somewhere the children had found different sized sections of metal pipe, strung them together to make a rudimentary chime, and hung it between two chairs. “Yeah, Penny. That’s lots better,” said Benji, excited. “Can I try it out?” “Sure.” She shrugged. “You’re the one who found ‘em.” Benji grinned, looked at the chimes, and considered the smooth piece of round wood, holding it as though he was a conductor. “Okay, so… um….” Benji scrunched up his face to think, then took on a serious expression. “How about... Mary Had a Little Lamb? Mrs Matise really likes that one.” The others nodded agreement and began to sing as he played. Sitting on the decking cross legged they launched into Mary Had a Little Lamb in full voice. The metal pieces didn’t respond very well, but the children seemed to enjoy it anyway. They rocked to the meter and shouted at the end. “Bravo! Bravissimo!” Senna clapped vigorously, admiring their enthusiasm as she walked toward them. Within seconds the children surrounded her, talking excitedly all at once as she sat on the floor next to them. Glen hung back, still leaning against the wall near their quarters, beginning to smell himself. The children waved. He held up his towel and waved back. They obviously understood. “Did you like it? Did you really, really like it?” Really, really, really???” “Oh, of course I did. Excellent job. In fact, I would give it an A plus. And the chimes? Oh, Benji, you are worthy of a concert conductor. But where did the metal come from? Not from someone’s cabinet, I hope?” “Oh, no. You know that play room two decks down? The one we use for our clubhouse? We went to play in it yesterday and could hardly get into it. It’s loaded with stuff. You know, boxes of equipment, lots of different sized pipes. Like I said, lots of stuff. These sawed off pipes were in a trash bin—at least I it looked like a trash bin—so I took them for play.” Benji stopped suddenly. His eyes widened. “Was that okay Mrs Matise? I mean, it looked like…” Senna smiled. “I’m sure it’s okay, Benji. Don’t worry about it. But it’s best to stay away from there, just in case.” “Oh, I’m not going back in there. It stinks. I mean, it really stinks.” The children pinched their noses with an “Ewww” After a shower and clean clothes, Glen moved into a back room, engaged a small unit, and called quietly, “BD base, BD 7. Information incoming.” “BD 7, BD base. Go ahead.” “BD deck one eight eight, room three seven, contains unknown equipment, possible breach.” “BD base, BD 7. Stand by.” Glen relaxed in his chair, notating information as he waited. A few minutes later, “BD 7, BD Base. Confirmed. Quarantine that area. We will monitor. Copy?” “BD 7 copy.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 2 August 2019 19 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.140 TBS is 2 days. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean and Starfleet runabout Regulus have entered Aegis space and are preparing to dock. USS Missouri escorted them as a precaution against the Alien Alliance. Aegean and Regulus will be heavily guarded and under quarantine when they dock as a precaution against radiation poisoning. Access to them will be at the discretion of Dr Pavilion. As soon as the crew of Aegean is released from quarantine and pronounced physically fit to return to duty, they will debrief and begin work on their observation and data regarding what is now known as the rogue star. Below decks, within the unfinished area of the station, evidence of alien incursion has been found. Security is monitoring it closely.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/26/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS was 4 hours. The time is 2100 (9:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is still under repair as the star threatens to draw them into oblivion. USS Regulus has yet to make contact with Aegean. The Alien Alliance ship is still at station keeping in the nebula. Lt Kenyon and Dr Pavilion are trying to communicate with the gremlin. Captain Chirakis is taking a break from CnC, though I doubt that will last. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::winding down for the day in her quarters:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> :::still trying to contact Aegean::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Very tired, very agitated :: Dacia Sandero: @::organizes things around sickbay :: Tarisa: ::Having dinner down in the Commerce Area.:: Cptn d'Ka: # ::USS Missouri, watching things unfold, though his bondmate would rather have him somewhere else, such as in her quarters:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Running scenarios on his master display :: Alexis McFarland: ::in her room, reading a message from her parents:: Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> More crew members have begun to show signs of radiation poisoning, albeit mild and not as many thanks to the preventative measures already taken. Sickbay is busy but not overwhelmed. Scott Coleridge: @::emerges from his ready room, where he had caught the standard "we're in mortal peril but mortals have to sleep" 30-minute power nap:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::on the bridge figuring calculations in her journal:: Jylliene: ::cleaned up from dinner, watching the latest visual rendition of an old Trill folk tale:: Chirakis: ::unable to resist the temptation, she enters CnC, and goes straight to her office::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::treats patients and prioritizes according to severity :: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> +Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out how to communicate with the "guest" by looking at the feed from security in her office:: Scott Coleridge: @::looks at the Wave Prediction Chronometer, which is actually a multidimensional probability density function but with a simpler UI:: Hmm Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Lieutenant, when you were at the Academy, did you ever go to Yellowstone? Chirakis: @LtCdr Dayson>::will not give up:: +Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Was that the bar on 5th? Scott Coleridge: @ No, I'm referring to the nature preserve in the middle of the North American continent. Chirakis: LtCdr Dayson>::sighs, turning to Lt Hill:: Anything new on that alien ship? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Ah. No. Chirakis: @ Lt Hill> No, sir. Station keeping, like they're watching us. Johnson Kenyon: ::with Dr. Pavilion:: Chirakis: ::begins to pace her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Takes another gulp of his lukewarm coffee :: Cptn d'Ka: # {{Kirel. Sit. Stay.}} Scott Coleridge: @ I went there once, with some fellow cadets. There are these geological phenomena called "geysers." Jets of superheated water under pressure, erupting from the ground. Scott Coleridge: @ This star reminds me of those. And I think it's about to blow. ::approaches her station:: Are you ready? Johnson Kenyon: ::Mimi:: Did you see what the Captain did? Chirakis: :::stops with a sigh:: Dacia Sandero: @::treats one patient suffering fairly badly:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Yes. It looks like... ::enhances the screen to get a better view:: ...a power bar. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We've increased shielding around control systems. I don't know about main power but aux should be better protected. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I am worried about one thing. Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes in her bed, reading the message from her parents, they left Andoria today and are on their way to the station and will arrive in about two weeks:: Scott Coleridge: @ And what's that? Johnson Kenyon: How did the Captain endure the smell? mimipavilion: Not sure. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ My findings found that the damping pulse has the benefit of neutralizing radiation. I am calculating the results if our shielding succeeds but we still continue to suffer radiation exposure. Cptn d'Ka: # ::in Aegis orbit, monitoring the situation and watching the alien ship closely::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We may just eliminate the one thing that kept the previous ships crews alive. Chirakis: ::relaxes into her office chair and eventually falls sound asleep:: Johnson Kenyon: Hmm... perhaps Lt Rathers would know Scott Coleridge: @ I'm making the calculated bet that if we can get thrown far enough from the star, we'll get picked up on friendly sensors and rescued before that becomes an issue. Dacia Sandero: ::instructs some of the less experienced medical personnel on how to properly treat radiation poisoning :: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> :::sends an update to SF Security:: mimipavilion: Agreed let's go ask him. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, I never did go to Yellowstone. I did however visit a place called Las Vegas. Hopefully your betting skills are better than mine. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> Lieutenant, Ensign, keep your ears on for any sign of Aegean. mimipavilion: ::gets up to leave:: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands:: Apres vous Chirakis: Rathers> :::night watch in Security, still thinking about the captain and his energy bars:: Annisha: :: walking around her apartment :: mimipavilion: ::heads to the tl, entering it, then ordering it to security complex:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::closes her journal and turns back to the console:: Setting science systems into secure mode. Releasing available power to main shielding. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Coleridge to Commander tr'Korjata. What's your status? Johnson Kenyon: ::in the TL with Mimi:: mimipavilion: ::arrives near security a short time later:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Segmenting and locking down last science control relays into protected mode. mimipavilion: ::exits the tl and goes straight for security:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Cole..+ Running simulations down here with the power I have, nothing new. Fusion reactors are running now, but propulsion is still inoperative. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Mimi:: I never realized you were so focused ::struggling to keep up:: Jylliene: ::preferred the version from five years ago, that used that descendant of some famed Human actor. He had dark hair. She preferred that in this role.:: mimipavilion: Benefits of being on this station for so long, especially when serving under Captain Chirakis, you learn to get to the matter and a result rather quickly. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Dran has completed her calculations and made the appropriate programming adjustments. If my algorithm is right, the star will send out another wave any time now. If we're going to use it to propel us, it's probably now or never. Tarisa: ::Still sitting at a table, looking over a PADD while she drinks a tea.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks some juice:: Johnson Kenyon: I suppose so, doctor. I've never seen this side of you Dacia Sandero: Pl Chirakis: Lt Rathers> ::looks up from his work:: Doctor Pavilion, Lieutenant ::he stands:: Something I can help you with or are you taking another stab at our gremlin? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Cole+ Do what you must. I will keep my systems in line. Annisha: Mommy? Annisha: :: Walks around, poking her head all over the place :: mimipavilion: ::hearing Rathers and turning to him:: Actually Lt., it's in regards to the power bar that the Captain fed the gremlin? Jylliene: Yes? ::looks up:: Scott Coleridge: @+All Hands+ Attention all hands. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::pulls out a tricorder to make a final survey:: Chirakis: Lt Rathers> Yes, ma'am. The energy bars? Afraid that the captain didn't get to eat any. Annisha: Oh there you are? Have you heard from father? Every time I call the C and C it does not route the call. Johnson Kenyon: ::standing behind Dr. Pavilion:: Scott Coleridge: @+All Hands+ We have prepared a plan that, if successful, will propel us away from the star and attract aid. To do this, we will be harnessing the energy from the waves that the star emits. The next wave could come at any moment now. Jylliene: No, I haven't. But I'm not surprised, given where the away mission was headed. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> ::grin:: The little guy ate them all. Scott Coleridge: @+All Hands+ Remain sheltered in place unless you are performing critical duties. We'll have a few seconds' warning and then brace for impact. The shockwave will be violent and may cause additional damage. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I noticed in the feed that was sent to me. The gremlin seemed to take the energy bars rather happily. Also, did you happen to smell anything different with gremlin? Annisha: Oh.. I should have gone with them... probably pilot error. Scott Coleridge: @+All Hands+ Captain Coleridge out. ::hates the sound of that:: Jylliene: No, you shouldn't have. You should be able to be a child for a bit longer, before being hauled out on these things. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> ::think... blink::: Come to think of it, ma'am, most of the smell left when he started to eat. He got really excited, I guess, and maybe.... the energy bar stopped the smell? Dacia Sandero: @::hears the message and braces.. The patient are also braced as best as they can :: Johnson Kenyon: Very interesting mimipavilion: ::nods:: Interesting. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::doing is best to search by listening in next to Hill and Brady:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Back home the saying goes, you never get anywhere on one gust of wind. I really hope that doesn't apply here. Scott Coleridge: @::watching the Wave Prediction Chronometer fluctuate up and down, approaching 1 but not quite getting there:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Cole+ Engineering is ready Chirakis: Lt Rathers> The only kind we had was chocolate, and they're gone now. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Ok, so he likes sweets or sweet flavored things. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> Made the little guy really happy. Scott Coleridge: @::wonders if he was supposed to make one of those heartwarming and inspirational speeches captains always seem to be making in times of trouble:: Chirakis: Lt Rathers> Could be. Jylliene: Don't be in too much of a hurry to head off into adulthood. Jylliene: ::smiles:: Jylliene: You'll get there far too soon as it is. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sitting in the commerce area after a long day, one hand on his drink, the other on his PADD...TacPadd? More like his portable office...or portable hell :: Chirakis: ((We few. We happy few. We band of brothers.)) Annisha: Because I'm a good pilot? :: flies her hand around :: Scott Coleridge: ((Oh, that's good! Can I use that?)) Johnson Kenyon: The fact that the odor changed is fascinating. It is able to change the smell based on mood Jylliene: Yes. ::grins:: Chirakis: ((I'm sure that Shakespeare won't mind)) mimipavilion: ::turns to Kenyon:: Agreed. Annisha: Adulthood? Just some pain pills and a cup of that hot black stuff. :: Lays on the floor :: Scott Coleridge: @::0.885… 0.921... 0.957 ... 0.963... 0.825... 0.761... 0.899... 0.934:: Jylliene: ((When I find myself in times of trouble, Chirakis comes to me, speaking words of wisdom: Get it together.)) Chirakis: Lt Rathers> You're badged in ma'am, sir. Any time you want to go down there you're welcome to. Jylliene: ((Not quite as inspiring, alas)) Chirakis: ((::sigh::)) Johnson Kenyon: I wonder if it would prefer to wear clothes Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Leans against his work table waiting for events to unfold :: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> ::to Hill and Brady:: Try pings again. Scott Coleridge: @ Maybe my heuristic is useless... ::opens up the IDE:: Maybe I could feed it different variables... mimipavilion: ::to Rathers:: Thanks. ::turns to Kenyon:: It's been a long day as it is. I think we should start up again with our visitor tomorrow. Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> The wave predictor hits 1, and Aegean starts to tremble with gradually increasing turbulence. Scott Coleridge: @ Oh. All right then. ::holds on to his chair:: I guess this is happening. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::braces herself:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::stops.... listens and adjusts frequencies::: Hill. Brady. Lock on to these coords. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Mimi:: Agreed mimipavilion: ::Kenyon:: See ya tomorrow. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> ::listening:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: grumbles :: Glad I drank my coffee. :: Catches his mug before it hobbles off the table :: Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Mimi:: mimipavilion: ::Rathers:: I'll probably stop by tomorrow. Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> The star emits another pulse. As the wave passes over Aegean, the shields absorb the energy and channel it into the propulsion systems. The ship's impulse engines come alive in a single, immense burst of power, accelerating Aegean to a significant fraction of c. The ship feels like it's going to shake apart. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> Sure enough, ma'am. Annisha: I hope he gets back and does not trip over some power thingy :: twirls her finger off into the distance :: Scott Coleridge: @::very glad he hasn't eaten anything in the past 6 hours or so:: mimipavilion: ::Nods and leaves security:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Lt Rathers:: Mind if I stick around a bit longer? Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>:::listens, adjusts::: Jylliene: You and me both. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> Not at all, sir. Let me know if you need assistance. There are a few places you can't go, but your badge will tell you that. Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> Aegean passes through the shockwave a second time, losing momentum but clear of immediate danger from the star, drifting outwards around 1.5 AU. It is now visible on others' sensors. Annisha: It's his turn at Galactic Domination... What a way for forfeit. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: Scott Coleridge: @::feels the shaking slow and then cease:: Wow. Chirakis: @ Lt Hill> Got it!! These coordinates. Enter the area, sir? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I hope that worked. I don't think we could take another ride like that. Scott Coleridge: @::looks around the bridge:: Everyone okay? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Cole+ Damage is minimal, we appear to be clear. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::pulls tricorder and scans:: Scott Coleridge: @::allows some elation to creep into his voice:: +Nijil+ Excellent work, then. mimipavilion: ::goes to her quarters to eat and relax/sleep until her next shift:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson> Stay put. We don't want both of us to get caught in that area. Johnson Kenyon: ::uses badge to walk through and close to the Gremlin's cell:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>Brady, power up. Station keeping but ready to go if we need to. Dacia Sandero: @::looks around:: Well, we're still alive aren't we? Chirakis: Gremlin> ::sleeping happily, very full::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I am not detecting significant signs of the dampening effect. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Beginning to unbox systems from protected states. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns around and heads out:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::listens:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Power levels seem stable. Annisha: :: Goes to sit in her mother's lap, then yawns :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Rathers:: It seems our Gremlin is now sleeping quietly. I'll head back to my quarters Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer sub-processors coming online. mimipavilion: ::makes it back to her quarters, entering, going to the kitchen to get something light to eat, then sits at the desk to check her messages andsuch:: Scott Coleridge: @ Can we get sensors? Communications? Jylliene: ::snuggles up with Annisha:: Sleep well. Chirakis: Lt Rathers> He looks pretty happy. Enjoy the evening, sir. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>+Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Sub-processors responding at 68% efficiency. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to his quarters, taking his time now that he's not stinky:: Annisha: :: mumbles :: Bajorans to the Regulus system, twenty ships... attack forma... Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Reordering start up list. Bringing comms online. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::gets a message:: Fleet says move in, but not close enough to get caught. Take us in, Brady. Scott Coleridge: @ Send out a distress signal when the comms are online. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Comm processors responding. Receiver arrays recalibrating. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Comm array at 62%. Broadcasting distress signal now. Cptn d'Ka: # ::receives orders to proceed toward Aegean and hold steady for casualties::: Cptn d'Ka: # Mr Tan, take us out Tae'Lynn Dran: @ External sensor processors responding. I am getting limited response though from sensors. Scott Coleridge: @ ACTION> Aegean receives Dayson's latest call. "Aegean, Regulus, respond." Johnson Kenyon: ::enters quarters:: Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::Listening::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::perks up as she hears something over the speakers:: Scott Coleridge: @ What's that? The Regulus? Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>::as the runabout moves in slowly::: +Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. Scott Coleridge: @ Is that one of ours? Johnson Kenyon: ::getting ready for bed:: mimipavilion: ::finishes her meal and all messages are checked, goes and gets ready for bed:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Open a channel. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>Brady, adjust coordinates. +Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Channel open. mimipavilion: ::goes to bed:: Scott Coleridge: @+Regulus+ Regulus, this is Aegean. Captain Coleridge speaking. We read you. Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>+Aegean, Regulus+ Reading you five by. What is your situation? Chirakis: @ LtCdr Dayson>Brady, follow their coordinates. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/26/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, all. Captain, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Let's do 2 days or whatever time brings Aegean back into Aegis space under tow. Scott Coleridge: People can write logs about anything happening en route, but next week we can start with us finally returning to the station and working sonic showers. Scott Coleridge: So... maybe don't meet us at the airlock? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don't forget your towel.

Interesting Alien Chirakis Kirel 20:00 hours and no word from Aegean. Third watch had commenced. All was quiet in CnC, and if the captain paced on the carpeting one more time her footprints would be permanently embedded not only in the carpet, but on the floor beneath. She sighed. "Captain." Lt Cdr Sherman, Officer of the Watch, had stepped up beside her and she hadn't even noticed. She glanced in his direction. "Yes, Commander?" "Due respect, ma'am, but you need to rest. And I doubt that you have eaten since first watch." She regarded him a moment, then turned back to stare at… nothing, actually… but a minimal smile did appear. She had known him for decades and considered him one of her best officers: strict but understanding and revered by those he supervised. He also reminded her of Cdr Lei'ri, the Qr'var whom d'Ka called "his watchdog",... and a good one he was. "Captain?" he repeated quietly. "Yes, Commander," she replied with yet another sigh as she messaged the back of her neck. "I understand, and you are correct. I leave CnC in good hands, and," she turned and stepped close to him, "no need for 'due respect'. We've known each other long enough." "Yes, ma'am." He chuckled, watching her leave. Before going to her quarters, she entered the security complex. Since she was not expected, the young duty officer almost upended his chair when he snapped to attention. "As you were," she said while the computer recognized her presence. "How is our little gremlin?" "He’s… uh…. still pretty sad, ma'am. Won't eat. Just sits in the corner and fiddles with some of the things Lt Kenyon brought." "Um…" she mused. "I will need an escort and some energy bars, if there are any left from last watch." “Yes, ma’am, there are, but they’re all chocolate if that’s okay.” “That will do.” The security complex was quiet this time of night. Surveillance was on duty, but otherwise the watch was quiet. Her boots made a faint tick on the decking and the corridors sounded hollow—which she found odd. Perhaps the sound was new, or perhaps she was otherwise occupied and never noticed it. She preferred the latter, and continued on with her escort a few paces behind. Why the escort? She was not sure of this alien, and found it discreet to have backup. The alien was definitely an interesting specimen. No more than a meter in height, its exterior was a smooth gray thick skin with occasional tufts of hair. When it turned, it was obviously a male, and Kirel wondered if it longed for its mate. Its eyes were a deep gray, its long fingers ended in impressive musculature, and it stood erect on humanoid legs. It's entire body could slip easily through a 16" pipe, which Kirel surmised was the reason it navigated below decks so easily. Inquisitive in nature and quite docile, its curiosity pushed it toward Kirel as she stood outside the enclosure, so she crouched to its level and watched. It seemed very interested in something as it came closer, its eyes seemed to dance from her to the officer behind her, then it pointed. “Lieutenant Rathers,” Kirel said without losing eye contact with the alien, “are the energy bars visible in your pocket?” “Yes, ma’am. You think it might be hungry?” “Let’s find out,” she said, her hand outstretched over her shoulder to maintain eye contact with the being. The alien seemed excited. “Drop the force field,” she ordered as she peeled off the wrapper. Rathers gasped. “Captain, we have no means to recapture should it escape, and the odor, ma’am… it’s…. it’s….” “Lieutenant?” She said, still smiling and without turning. “Drop the forcefield.” “But… ma’am….” “That is not a request, Lieutenant. That is a direct order.” She heard him swallow hard into, “Yes, ma’am. Dropping the forcefield.” Startled, the alien moved back as the forcefield dropped and Kirel offered it the energy bar. There was a heavy stench for a while, then it seemed to slowly diminish. It took a while, but eventually the alien slowly approached, tilted its head as it regarded her questioningly, then took the energy bar, sniffed it, and took a bite. Then another. And eventually devoured the entire bar. “Another one, Lieutenant.” He passed it over her shoulder, and Kirel offered another one, which it took enthusiastically. “Have you another, Lieutenant?” “Yes, ma’am. One more.” “Pass it to the alien and secure the force field. I will inform Lieutenant Kenyon and Dr Pavilion of what transpired here.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |26 July 2019 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 2100 hours (9:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is still under repair as the star threatens to draw them into oblivion. USS Regulus is outside the star’s gravity well, desperately trying to make contact so they can attempt a rescue. Also outside the star’s gravity well is a massive Alien Alliance ship at stationkeeping, reason unknown. On Aegis, Lt Kenyon and Dr Pavilion are collaborating on a way to communicate with our strange, small alien we call the Gremlin. It was caught below decks bringing electronic equipment aboard Aegis, reason unknown. So far it has been harmless and sad as it sits in solitary confinement. Otherwise, in CnC, Captain Chirakis is wearing the carpet down and might have to replace it.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/19/19 =/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS was 2 hours. The time is 1600 (4:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean will attempt to neutralize the star's pulses permanently. Regulus is attempting to contact Aegean via Morse code. The Alien Alliance delta-wing starship has stopped in the area of the star, reason unknown. On Aegis, to prevent more losses command will not send rescue ships. As for the gremlin, communication is still forthcoming. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: :::CnC, getting antsy::: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the Aegean, checking rad levels:: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC, still:: Tarisa: ::At her station on CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis and Annisha, after school.:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Annisha and Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in quarters, wondering if he should try to get into the TL again or if he should try and find someone to verify the odor is gone:: Alexis McFarland: Where should we go? You hungry yet? Chirakis: ::steps to Mimi:: Doctor, are you familiar with the alien we have in quarantine in the security complex? Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> Several panels on Aegean relating to shielding are red. The radiation shielding has weakened to dangerous levels. mimipavilion: Somewhat, from what I heard, it's stinking up the place and no communication has been made yet. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::at Aegean science station on bridge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: walking with the gang :: Johnson Kenyon: +Lt Little+ Lt Kenyon to Lt Little Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> +Kenyon+ Little here. Go ahead Chirakis: Indeed it is. Do you happen to have any remedies for that - besides basic cleaning? Dacia Sandero: @ ::also prepping sickbay in case the shields fail:: Chirakis: @ LtCdrDayson> +Aegean+ Aegean, Regulus. Respond. Scott Coleridge: @::has spent the past 2 hours brainstorming with Nijil and Dran about the hare-brained idea to permanently stop the star's wave phenomenon:: Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Do you think you could send someone to my quarters to... uh.... Alexis McFarland: Should we go to Blubby's again? Hm. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Unless you want to beam it off the station... humanly of course. Johnson Kenyon: Little> +Kenyon+ to give you a sniff? Fletcher Jackson: ::double duty, hoping it keeps him away from the donuts::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: is agitated :: I don't think we can stop the star from doing what it's doing. Our best bet is to simply get away as soon as possible. Scott Coleridge: @ That would be the preferred option. Scott Coleridge: @ But if we can't move, and we're not rescued, where does that leave us? Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Yes, sir. Chirakis: The alien in question is harmless. Lt Kenyon has been attempting to communicate with it and has not been successful. However, there is a distinctive smell that comes from it. Whether it is natural or from anxiety has not been determined. Do you suppose you could check that out? Collaborate with Lt Kenyon? Johnson Kenyon: Little> +Kenyon+ I'll see what I can do Tae'Lynn Dran: @ A new mailing address. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Dead, the mass of the star is several magnitudes greater than our own. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Were you ever able to make a determination about those strangelets? Chirakis: Contact Lt Kenyon, please. Help him if you can. mimipavilion: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Formulating some contingency plans with her medical staff:: Chirakis: @ LtCdrDayson>::sighs:: Any progress with Morse code? Chirakis: @ Brady> No, sir. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Dr. Pavilion to Lt. Kenyon. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I was not, but our resources are limited. Johnson Kenyon: ::choking:: +Mimi+ This is ::cough:: Lt Kenyon Tae'Lynn Dran: @ While the pulses do incapacitate our equipment it also purges the dangerous radiation. If we can figure how to restore power faster we would be fine. Chirakis: # Alien Ship> Stationkeeping inside the nebula, no communication, no threats. Chirakis: @ LtCdrDayson> Keep sending it. If you can think of anything else... let me know. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ I've been asked to help you with the creature in security. I know it has a foul odor and communication is non-existent. Scott Coleridge: @ Okay, let's work that angle. Alexis McFarland: ::they eventually find their way to the commerce section, looking around the stores there:: Scott Coleridge: @ Our systems were overloaded. We've restored some, but others are too damaged for us to properly repair while we're still in this environment. Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: I'm assuming you've already done the best you can coaxing more from the AQS. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We don't even know what's out to a few AUs Scott Coleridge: @ Is there a way we could use the pulse itself to power our systems? Chirakis: ::shakes off her thoughts and moves to Tarisa:: Commander... a question. ::thoughtful expression::: Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ I shall be very grateful for the help, however, I appear to be in a bit of a pickle mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Explain? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ It's mainly a method of energy for propulsion, but the lines to our systems are damaged. Running the plasma from the AQS to systems not specifically designed for it is... risky. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up, as she glances towards Chirakis.:: Yes Captain? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ The pulses create a damping field that blocks energy movement. Possibly consider the effect an energy vacuum. that would require running all systems backwards to make use of. Dacia Sandero: @ ::it's a small ship, so setting up medical and a plan is fairly easier:: Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Doctor, I visited the creature in his cell briefly and seem to have become contaminated. I've confined myself to quarters until the smell leaves. Unfortunately, I lost the ability to smell it and don't know if the anti-stick formula works. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ care to have a sniff? Chirakis: If a ship is disabled and a star is drawing it into its gravitational well, what could be done to pull the ship away? Fletcher Jackson: ::work work work, not paying much attention to anything but ships coming and going:::: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: But we want propulsion, if we want to move away like you've suggested. ::all:: So let's say we want to turbocharge the AQS power to the propulsion system. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We'd have to create a field with a cancelling frequency and matching amplitude. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ You split the AQS. Chirakis: Hypothetically speaking, that is. Tarisa: Aside from another ship using a tractor beam to save it? ::Ponders:: I would do something to stop the gravitational waves. Alexis McFarland: @::leaves sickbay in the care of the head nurse and heads back to the bridge:: Chirakis: :::considers that::: mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Ok, I'll pass on the sniff. What formula? And do you know if the smell was natural or due to anxiety? ::starts moving to one of the mission configuration console, considering the gremlin is a mission, so to speak:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Split? Dacia Sandero: @::back on the bridge, and takes a secondary console:: Scott Coleridge: @ What do we have on board to create the field? The deflector is out of commission... hmm. What about the structural integrity field? We could recalibrate it, and it covers the entire ship. Chirakis: Then... if a runabout was unable to pinpoint the area of the disabled vessel, would it be wise to pursue it? Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Lt. Garand can give you access to the videos being recorded of it. I honestly cannot tell you if he can stink on command or due to anxiety. For that matter, it might be a pheromone. Chirakis: 10:30 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Shields are the easiest to manipulate. Tarisa: A standard runabout? No. Since standard warp cores do not fair well against the waves. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Smaller the singularity, more radiant energy is released. What I know about the devices they are usually deemed unstable and replaces at such a point but it would increase energy output. Chirakis: :::sighs into a nod::: mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Alright, I'll contact Garand for the videos. So about this anti-stink formula that you mentioned. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ I dropped off some puzzles that serve as a sort of engineering aptitude test. The videos show some interest. I haven't been in the area to know whether the smell has improved Johnson Kenyon: ::putting on his uniform:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. If you get any thoughts, please pass them on. Alexis McFarland: ::feeling hungry and heads to Blubby's:: Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Sorry doctor, what do you want to know about Ensign Sartrou's anti-stink formula Scott Coleridge: @ We could use shields if you think that's better, but they're already very weak. ::glances at the alarms on the panel:: We're about to be dosed by a fair amount of radiation. Chirakis: :::begins a pace around CnC::: Chirakis: {{Kh’éile your assistance would be appreciated}} mimipavilion: ::straight faced:: +Kenyon+ Like what it's made of and how it could possibly make security less horrendous. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ That's our issue. Either nullify the field, or protect us from radiation... Scott Coleridge: @ We won't have much radiation protection any longer. Scott Coleridge: @::looks at both of them:: Unless another ship comes up to us and physically knocks in the next hour or so, this is our only chance. It's a long shot, but it's the only shot. I'd rather take it than sit here until we expire. Chirakis: Cpt d'Ka> ::stops working::: {{ There is nothing I can do in this situation}} Tarisa: Miana> :;Eyeing a couple of the shops.:: Which one shall we visit? Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ doctor, as it turns out that secret lies with Ensign Sartrou who works the night shift. He left me some of the concoction, but I couldn't tell you how he makes it Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The bridge and key systems have passive methods of radiation protection, so that will help Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ he did mention something about an old earth remedy for skunk smell though Chirakis: ::sighs, staring down at the commerce level::: Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ and... that somehow it breaks the bond of the chemical odor to skin and hair; assisting it in breaking down. I'm afraid I've haven't studied chemistry. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. You feeling hungry yet? We could check out some clothes shops or something mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Alright, I'll send him a message about the formula. I'll look into the Skunk remedies. Scott Coleridge: @ Okay. Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving his quarters and heading down the hall to see if his smell is noticed Scott Coleridge: @::decision-making face:: Chirakis: Delta-Wing Alien Ship> ::still at stationkeeping just inside the nebula:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Modify the shields in the way you suggested, even if it compromises our protection. Then work with Dran to... overclock the AQS. Johnson Kenyon: ::seeing a female Lt JG, approaching:: Scott Coleridge: @::glances at another chronometer:: If the heuristic algorithm based on all that data we gathered is right, we're due for another big wave soon. Scott Coleridge: @ We need to be ready, because we probably won't get another chance. Johnson Kenyon: ::to female Lt JG:: Excuse me. Do you notice that smell? Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: mimipavilion: ::sends a message to Garand that she needs all available video on the creature, followed by a message to Ens. Sartrou about the anti-stink formula that was given to Lt. Kenyon:: Chirakis: LtCdrDayson> :::moves aft to think, then spots the ship:: Chirakis: Garand> +Mimi+ Where would you like to pick it up, Doctor. I have it in the office, here. Johnson Kenyon: female Lt JG> ::sniffs:: Yes, there is something, but I'm not sure what that is Chirakis: Garand> Or I can shoot it in your direction. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and browses the shops, looking at new dresses, shirts and shoes:: Johnson Kenyon: Thank you... you've been most helpful. Johnson Kenyon: ::heads to the TL:: mimipavilion: +Garand+ I'm on the CnC can you send it to the active mission configured station that I'm logged into. Johnson Kenyon: ::so excited he nearly forgot the antistink mixture, heads back to his quarters to pick it up:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::reviewing options with the AQS. Most are found in the user manual under "never do these things":: Chirakis: Garand> Sending now. Tarisa: Miana> ::Going through a rack of clothes that are her size.:: mimipavilion: +Garand+ thanks. Johnson Kenyon: ::now heading to TL:: Alexis McFarland: ::checking some clothes in her own as well:: Scott Coleridge: @ I'll let you get to work. Ask me if you need another hand, but for now I need to make some rounds. Scott Coleridge: @::little "captain's job is never done" sigh:: mimipavilion: ::sees the video's and starts going through them:: Scott Coleridge: @::at least he's getting a hang of "set your crew a nigh-impossible task when in imminent mortal peril":: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: @::goes to sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Medical deck Johnson Kenyon: ::exits and enters sick bay:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: Doctor, situation report? mimipavilion: Dr. Bishop> Hello Lt. how can I help you? Chirakis: @LtCdrDayson> ::moves forward::: There's a huge ship just inside the nebula... sitting there.. .like it's watching. Dacia Sandero: @ We've set up sickbay and the mess hall for a backup location to treat patients with radiation symptoms. With the number of crew that we have, we should have enough supplies to last us at least two weeks. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Dr. Bishop:: Is Dr. Pavillion available? mimipavilion: Bishop> She's on the CnC at the moment. Chirakis: Lt Hill> Whoa... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ test Johnson Kenyon: Thank you. ::stepping into the hall:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ ::working :: Dacia Sandero: @ So far, we don't have too many reports of symptoms regarding radiation poisoning at this conjecture of time. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Lt Kenyon to Dr. Pavillion mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Go ahead. Alexis McFarland: ::looking at new pairs of sandals:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: Good. Shields are failing, and I need to inform you that we're going to attempt a plan that might cause them to fail even more quickly. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Dacia Sandero: @ I see. Well, we should be prepared for whatever comes. I hope. Scott Coleridge: @ We're going to try to use the next pulse from the star to power propulsion sufficiently to move us farther away, and hopefully into a region where we'll be detected. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ I appear to be at liberty. The stink is largely gone. Would you like me to join you? Dacia Sandero: @Sounds complicated. I hope it works. Scott Coleridge: @ It requires precise timing, yes. If it works, we'll be safer until help arrives. If it doesn't... well, we likely won't be dying of radiation poisoning, at least. Dacia Sandero: @Yes, that's a plus Chirakis: @ LtCdrDayson> :::not giving up::: +Aegean, Regulus+ Respond. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ bet the Nei'rrh would have been okay. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sighs :: I'll be home soon Annisha. mimipavilion: ::pauses the screen and sits back a bit:: +Kenyon+ Glad to hear the stink is mostly gone. No, I'll come to you. Where are you? ::transfers the videos to her console in her office:: Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ I'm at the sickbay actually. I do suggest, however, that we meet at the Brig. Now that we have a working formula, I want to spray some there Chirakis: (last words) mimipavilion: ::takes a deep breath and looks around:: +Kenyon+ Alright I'll meet you there. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/19/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Hm... a lot going on at once. Chirakis: Captain Coleridge - TBS? Scott Coleridge: What time is it currently? Chirakis: 5 PM Scott Coleridge: 4 hours Chirakis: 4 hours it is. Chirakis: Words for the crew? The whole crew, that is. Chirakis: Other than you're going to die. Scott Coleridge: I'm more optimistic than that Johnson Kenyon: I'm going to live and not stink Scott Coleridge: What did Riker say? "Speak for yourself, sir. I plan to live forever." Chirakis: Heh... Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Sounds good Chirakis: Seeing none... Johnson Kenyon: today is a good day to die? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |19 July 2019 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean continues repairs from the star’s explosion that neutralized most of their power. They have few options for survival. With a possible two hours of shielding against radiation and a questionable option of using the AQS to power shields, they decide to focus on the star itself, to neutralize its pulses permanently. Meanwhile, their backup vessel, Runabout Regulus, is using everything it can to locate Aegean. A modified torpedo passed by and pointed them toward a possible location. Regulus is responding via Morse code. Tension rises on Aegis as time passes with no word from Aegean or Regulus. Because sending rescue parties toward the rogue star could lead to more losses, command’s decision is to sit tight and wait. The biggest question is still whether the rogue star is natural or is being manipulated somehow by an entity, possibly the Alien Alliance.

Passing Through Aboard USS Kole at stationkeeping Nebula 236a USS Kole’s Surveillance Deck Officer of the Watch Lt Gonzalez had been busier than ever this morning: checking logs, verifying requisitions, and dealing with shift changes—always a pain. And now he was hunched over a monitor that decided to do its own thing. Since engineering was busy with "a more pressing issue" the job fell to him. Great. Just what I wanted to do. "Uh… El Tee?" came from across the deck. His exasperated sigh came from half way under the console. "I'm busy right now in case you didn't notice, Ensign. It'll have to wait." "But sir… I think you should see this." "Hildebrand!" he growled, exasperated with the kid interrupting his work. “I’m tired of your ‘buts’.” He pushed himself away from the console and rolled to a stand. "This better be... good." He froze. "What... the hell?" he muttered, staring at the forward viewscreen. A massive ship passed slowly through the nebula a little too close to Kole, bringing everything on the Surveillance Deck to a standstill. No one moved. No one made a sound as it floated past. Spreading its delta wings from one side of the nebula string to the other—or so it seemed—it made Kole look like a tiny dot in space. Resembling earth’s 21st century B-2 bombers, it was dark and imposing, floating through space as though it was part of the scenery. It took Gonzalez a while to get a grip, but finally he barked, “Let's go people! I want scans, top to bottom, inside out. Complete detail. Armaments, personnel, species, complement, interior hull, exterior hull, specification and design, propulsion systems, communication, food, clothing… everything you can think of. Wiggens, paint it and track its course." A series of, “Aye, sir,” came just as Cdr Jim Maron, Kole’s Executive Officer, entered and stopped short. "Hell of a big ship, sir," Gonzalez replied with a look of disbelief. “Probably Alien Alliance. I'm going to say three times the size of an Akira, maybe more." "Big ship?” said Maron, approaching the viewscreen. “I’d rate it a damn big ship. Where the hell did it come from,? Is this the first sighting?" "Second sighting, sir," Gonzales replied. "First time was two days ago on the other side of the nebula. This is the first time we've had a really good look." "Transmissions? Communications?" Maron asked as he made a visual scan, still a little overwhelmed. "We had one transmission on our first encounter. It was pretty garbled, either like someone blowing bubbles or a bunch of languages pushed together by a little kid. The computer couldn't make sense of it either, so we passed it on to HQ. McNamara has a handle on this pass-through." "Good. Good,” the commander replied, nodding. “Any show of hostility?" "No sir. It just seems to float through, sending out that strange transmission." "Other sightings reported?" Maron crossed his arms to watch the ship slip by. "Yes, sir, one. Aegean and Regulus are doing some scientific investigating near a star in 259b. Got one report from Regulus about this ship, but they said it passed by without stopping, pretty much like it’s doing now." Giving a slow thoughtful nod he continued to watch a while, then turned. "Anything else?" "No, sir." "Very well. Keep an eye on. Report when ready. Carry on." * * * * * * * "Well, I'll... be... damned," Cdr Jim Maron muttered as he thumbed through the preliminary report from Gonzalez. Captain Jira Adley looked up from her work, which was considerable ever since Kole took stationkeeping just outside the nebular ring. "Careful, Jim" she quipped. "It just might happen one of these days and then won't you be in a fix." Maron raised a brow in her direction then responded with an apologetic grin. "Got a point there, Captain. I'll be more careful to keep my words in check. Want to take a look?" He held out his tablet. She sighed and put her work aside. "Sure. Just throw it up onscreen." "Brace for impact…." he said as the forward viewscreen lit up with images and information on the delta wing ship that had been floating through the nebular ring for the last few days. Nudging her command console to the side, she pushed herself to a stand. "So that's what they've been talking about," she said. "Yep." Maron joined her. "Surveillance Deck says full complement is 1500, give or take. Three different species of humanoids. Medical is working on the information now to see if they can pinpoint the species’ origins. Their interior and exterior hulls are similar to ours, and the technology doesn’t seem to be very different. Armaments? Loaded for bear but similar to ours.” “Any evidence that they know we’re here?” “None that they showed. If they do know and they’re ignoring us, either they don’t care or they’re waiting for the right time to attack. But if they attack, we don’t have a chance.” “What about that strange transmission? Anything on that yet?” “No, ma’am. We sent it to HQ, and haven’t had a response. Any ideas?” “Oh yes," she replied, pensively. "A few. Just a few.”

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/12/19 =/\= 17 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.138 TBS 3 hours. The time is 1300 (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is still under repair. A torpedo has been launched to mark their location for rescue. Regulus picked up pings from the torpedo. On Aegis, the Gremlin is still puzzled. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the bridge of Aegean:: Scott Coleridge: @::unwrapping a field ration:: CdrBrown: ::at the strategic ops console:: Scott Coleridge: @ This flavour is actually worse than the last version. Chirakis: ::exits her office after her conference with the admirals:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, report. mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Walking briskly through lower corridor of the ship, dodging fellow crew members :: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::listening for the ping::: It's gone. ::turns to Hill:: Anything? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Move move..... Alexis McFarland: ::still in class with her friends:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: What's the latest casualty report? How are we holding up? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Still no word from the Aegean. The search radius is still rather large and risking other craft to investigate just invites another incident. Chirakis: # Lt Hill> No sir. Nothing. It pinged its way by but I couldn't get a grip on the angle. It seems to be from all over the place, but mainly in the direction of the star. mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out what she needs to get ready just in case things go sideways:: Dacia Sandero: @ We have six crewmen sustained injuries , but so far no symptoms of radiation poisoning from any of our crew. Tarisa: ::Steps onto CnC, heading for her station.:: Chirakis: :::expression is stern and focused::: Alexis McFarland: ::in gym class, watching the other students running laps around the track:: Scott Coleridge: @ That's actually much better than I feared. Tarisa: Miana> :;Sitting by Alexis, but looking at one of the new students in the class.:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How much longer can we maintain proper shielding? CdrBrown: ::looking at the reported locations of nearby vessels:: Dacia Sandero: @ I agree, we were lucky there. They are resting nicely. Chirakis: Commander Brown, anything in Strategic OPS? Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the new students too:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ I would not hazard a guess. Likely a few hours. Fletcher Jackson: ::shuttling ships into and out of the corridor, making sure there are no collisions::: CdrBrown: In terms of the SAR incident, there are a couple of older civilian science vessels that are about 6 or 7 days out. They may have better sensor load outs than anything we can throw at this... Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::sigh:: Okay. So... we're essentially alone. CdrBrown: otherwise, no other movements since last update regarding Alien Alliance at this time Chirakis: ::ponders that a moment::: Chirakis: Sending another vessel into that area is not a good idea. We're dealing with a star that might or might not be controlled by another entity besides nature. Scott Coleridge: @::struggles not to let his frustration with such an inexact estimate show in his face or voice:: +Nijil+ I need a more... constrained... estimate, please. Two hours? Ten hours? mimipavilion: ::finishes with her research:: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Lt Hill, send a few pings to the most likely origin of the pings we received. Chirakis: # Hill> Aye, sir. Sending now. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Since I cannot give au an exact time that forces me to say two hours, sir. CdrBrown: ::looks up:: however, they may have more sophisticated probing equipment depending on their respective missions. Could keep their ships at what we determine is the safe distance. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the bunch of new students, hopes at least some of them are friendly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Sticks a probe into a wall panel :: Tarisa: ::Fine tunes the shiny new sensors to try and pick up weaker subspace frequencies.:: Annisha: :: In the hallway :: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Thank you. ::Dacia:: Doctor, we'll proceed under the assumption that we will be exposed at least partially to the star's radiation within 2 hours, and that we are not being rescued before then. Tarisa: Miana> We should race in your wheelchair. ::grins.:: Chirakis: :::Brown:: What I do not want is a line of ships going into that nebula for SAR. We have the Alien Alliance to deal with as well as the star. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: shrugs, to another person :: I need it to at least 90%. Dacia Sandero: @ Very well.. that seems like a good assumption Scott Coleridge: @ You have complete authority to use whatever personnel you need to begin enacting radiation protocols and treating people as they show symptoms. Draft our outsize security contingent as nurses and porters. Alexis McFarland: Mmm.. yes, that'd be fun Chirakis: # Lt Hill> ::sending pings in Morse code::: CdrBrown: ::chirakis:: understood. just putting all the options out there. Luckily, for now the Alien Alliance has shown no movement... which itself may be concerning. mimipavilion: ::exits medical and heads to CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> I would run, but the boys hate it when I outrun them. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a few moments later:: Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Annisha: :: Reaches where Lexy and Miana are :: Alexis McFarland: Hey Annisha. Chirakis: ::turns to Tarisa::: Commander, we need some answers regarding that star. Pull up everything you can think of and give us ideas for rescue or... retrieval. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles and waves.:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::Nods:: Aye - will do. Chirakis: ::notes Mimi's presence::: Annisha: Girls... what's going on? Fletcher Jackson: ::moves to internal OPS as Strategic and TAC OPS are occupied... and it makes him feel better to not even think about what might happen::: Alexis McFarland: We're watching the other kids run round the track Scott Coleridge: @::leans back in the command chair and ponders whether they can do anything to raise their visibility profile:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: Yes Captain. ::Lets the computer continue scanning for potential subspace signals, and turn to the secondary monitor to bring up data.:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What's the status of the AQS? Chirakis: :::steps back to Mimi, her expression focused:: Doctor. Nothing yet. mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: I do have a plan ready. Chirakis: ::nods::: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ It's still running, obviously, but the safeties are in place for the moment. Containment has not been affected. CdrBrown: ::begins to dig deeper in to why the Alien Alliance has not moved in some time as Tarisa is handling the star:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the latest scans of the area :: Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::looks up::: Go dark. Alliance ship is coming through. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Cool cool cool cool. And if we wanted to disengage some of those safeties and affect containment? Annisha: :: Sits :: I'm game Alexis McFarland: Yesh Chirakis: % Alien Alliance Ship> ::huge by any standard, loaded for bear, making another pass through the nebula:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The containment system is either on fully or off. The safeties are for the benefit of what else the AQS powers. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ I am working on powering the shields through the AQS, but that's not normal protocol. Dacia Sandero: @ ::back in the sickbay, formulating an action plan with her medical staff and commandeered crewmen:: Tarisa: ::Looking at the data, and bringing up the logs from her time in the same nebula.:: Hmm... :;Tail swishes.:: Chirakis: Anyone... give us some options that might work without upending the Alien Alliance. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Let's say, hypothetically, I want to drop containment and amplify the AQS' gravitational distortion on the star to generate something that will show up on subspace sensors. How can we do this without tearing apart the ship? Tarisa: There is one thing that may be fortunate...in a sense. The Aegean is equipped with an AQS. Chirakis: ::Tarisa::: And....? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The containment is sealed from the factory. I have no control over it. Are you planning to destroy the AQS core? Scott Coleridge: @::waiting for Nijil to re-engage the comm after he runs through his vocabulary of profanities:: Alexis McFarland: ::moves her hoverchair closer to the track:: Tarisa: It was what saved us when we experienced the same outage in my previous venture. Assuming the containment was maintained, they will be able to powerup with time and restore shields. Tarisa: I am afraid anything with a standard warp core would not be able to do the same, which is why we lost the Warren. CdrBrown: ::looks over at Tarisa:: And if containment wasn't maintained? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ The AQS is a powerful, but somewhat delicate power source. It's a risky method of faster-than-light power that has only been refined over centuries. Chirakis: ::nods, listening::: I would think that Commander Korjata would be aware, but that is a positive idea. Tarisa: ::Frowns, looking to Brown.:: If containment was lost, then a search would be futile. Annisha: What are they doing out there :: Sits next to Alexis :: CdrBrown: if it was totally lost, yes. What about a partial loss? would that give off any type of signal we could pick up? Tarisa: But I have not detected a blackhole in the area, so that is a good sign. Alexis McFarland: They are running. Alexis McFarland: Teacher says I can do a lap in my hover chair. We should do one. CdrBrown: ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Noting the new kids sticking in a group.:: Annisha: :: Stares at Alexis :: How is that fair? Alexis McFarland: It's just laps. Its not a race or anything. ::moves to the starting line:: Hop on. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks at his work and wonders if he's done enough :: Alexis McFarland: Some of those girls look nice. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> :::lets out the breath he was holding:: They're gone. Apparently they have no interest in small ships or they don't know that we are here. Annisha: :: Hops on :: I'm not hoverly-abled... Tarisa: I know everyone is...anxious, but in this instance I fear the most we can do is keep watch. Commander Korjata has been in this same situation, and Lt. Dran is familiar with the nebula. I believe they will succeed. Any sort of rescue attempt on our part could lead to more trouble. Annisha: I can do nice... Dacia Sandero: @ ::setting up triage centres in sickbay and other areas if needed:: Alexis McFarland: Nice. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Let's not think of it as "disabling" containment then. How about poking some holes in it? Alexis McFarland: ::holds onto Annisha and Miana if she's on too, and steers herself around the track::: Weee.. Chirakis: ::hearing Tarisa::: Agreed. mimipavilion: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Au are venturing into areas I was told not to read in the textbooks. Scott Coleridge: @ The torpedo was a good start, but even if our ships find the torpedo at the right time, tracing it back to us might not work. I want us to show up on subspace sensors. Alexis McFarland: ::She quickly does a lap around the track, faster than anyone:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ In any even we'd have to remove the AQS from the housing and move it to a shuttlebay. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Okay... let's see what we can find. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ I've got the subspace theory knowledge, but I need your expertise with AQS systems. Think, Nijil. How can we use our captive black hole to get some attention? Non-destructively. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ It's also rather heavy. We'd need to drop gravity all over the ship to move it freely. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Destroy it far from the ship. Tarisa: Miana> ::Cheering Alexis on.:: Scott Coleridge: @ +Nijil+ Oh, I really don't want to have to explain to Starfleet how I detonated a black hole inside a nebula in unaligned space. This place already has one subspace anomaly too many. Alexis McFarland: ::completes her lap and goes back to Miana::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Depends on how badly au wish to leave. Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> Damn... it's coming back. Go dark. Everything. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What if we bombarded the AQS with polarized nadion bursts? Nadion emissions can cause gravity waves in singularities, right? If we modulate them precisely, can we get waves strong enough to show up on sensors but not so strong they destroy us? Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> ::shuts down everything as the alien ship moves close, then stops. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: That was fun. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ +Coleridge+ They would have to get through the shield casing that contains the singularity. CdrBrown: ::looking at the flight paths of the Alien Alliance ships as they joined their formation:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Right. The shield casing. Hmm. ::ponders audibly:: Ok, maybe we're going about this the wrong way. Chirakis: % Alien Alliance Ship> ::slowly moves through the nebula like it's looking for something::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, this region of space is not typical..I can't place my finger on it, but things are just not like a typical chunk of space. Chirakis: # LtCdrDayson> (w) Don't. Even. Breathe. Alexis McFarland: ::Hugs Miana:: mimipavilion: ::moves a bit closer to Wyatt to listen:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Doctor... Did I miss a physical? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ Consider this, any ship we know of will likely have the same troubles we are, well, perhaps the Borg could adapt. Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Throw out any ideas. Dacia Sandero: @ ::hopes we can get rescued though:: Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ We tried sending up a flare, so to speak, and that might or might not have worked. We won't know until someone knocks on our door. We can't abandon ship because our escape pods and shuttlecraft don't have shielding. So we can't leave, and we can't attract attention the conventional way. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Bombard the area with probes? no risk to people? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: I'm just listening. Annisha: That thing is dangerous Lexy. :: gets off :: Pretty sure I'll have to run it myself though., Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ What if we make this area safer? What if we neutralize the star's pulses, permanently? Alexis McFarland: @But it's fun... Alexis McFarland: @ I think we all eventually do. I did my lap though. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: We should paint flames on the sides. Alexis McFarland: @Yay. Alexis McFarland: Flames add 50 extra horsepower. CdrBrown: ::looks at Cayne:: I think we need to change the angle that we are looking at and listening for things. Look at these flight paths for Alien Alliance ships that passed near the nebula before assuming their current positions.... some of the paths are almost erratic, like something forced a course change... Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks in awe.:: It will summon horses? Alexis McFarland: Yes? mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: whatever they do they need to do it quickly. Chirakis: Indeed they do. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Coleridge+ We could work up that. Scott Coleridge: @+Nijil+ Finally, some optimism! Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/12/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: I like that, Scott. Something positive. Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours. Scott Coleridge: Sounds good Chirakis: Words for the crew?Scott Coleridge: I mean, if you're in mortal peril, you might as well try to save yourself. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? CdrBrown: ! Chirakis: Commander? CdrBrown: Thanks for having me back for an evening. Hopefully I can make more appearances than once every few years! Glad and proud to see the fine tradition that is Aegis is still carrying on every Friday night! Chirakis: It is a pleasure to have you here, Commander. May your ship be intact and all hands safe as the storm passes by. You are welcome at any time. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.