Chirakis

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |2 October 2020 20 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.172 TBS is 20 hours - the time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. Of all the Pakleds who ate the plant and died, two have survived. Medical is investigating the interaction between the Pakleds’ DNA and the plants. Security has received additional resources to keep the Pakleds quarantined. Science is examining seeds that were given to the children by a Pakled. Starfleet Command has sent several clandestine* operators to Aegis. They blend with everyone on the station and report incidents to Captain Chirakis and Commander Coleridge. Undercover security agents who live Below Decks have found plants in decks 188 and 187. Security has quarantined the area and will begin to search for the source.

Growth of an Empire ~ 3 Aegis Deck 188 Undercover security agents Glen and Senna Matise had lived Below Decks for almost a year. Deck 188 was still under construction and wasn’t particularly enjoyable, but there was something about living among the lower class that had pulled them into enjoying a new lifestyle. What you had, you shared. What they had, they shared. In essence, Glen and Senna blended well with the natives who 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. Posing as teachers, Senna taught the younger group the basics of education. Glen taught the older group algebra, calculus, geometry, and physics, along with basic defensive tactics—"awesome" as far as the teens were concerned. As soon as possible the older group cajoled him into finishing science and math as quickly as possible, then moving into defensive tactics because, after all, defensive tactics were “so cool”. Knowing how a teen’s mind worked, Glen watched them carefully, especially after they begged him to have "scramble teams” —a little wrestling and a whole lot of just plain scrambling on the deck. They enjoyed that part more than anything else. As the station’s day melted into evening, Senna stepped out of their apartment and leaned against the wall to watch the children play. Glen came up from behind with his towel barely absorbing the sweat that dripped from his scalp to his forehead. He smelled of gymnasium, and his workout clothes were in desperate need of washing. “How did it go?” asked Senna, as if she didn’t know that the teens had done their best to give him a hefty workout. “Pretty much like skipper’s training. Damn, they’re good.” He whispered on a sigh, then gave the towel another swipe and leaned against the wall. “Looks like they’re making something with flowers.” “Laurel wreaths. It’s that time of year for them, apparently. We made laurel wreaths in May. They make them in June and dance around what we called a May pole. The little ones are so cute, aren’t they?” Glen had pushed off from the wall to stare at the flowers piled on the floor and the children weaving the wreaths, talking and giggling when they put them on. “Glen, what’s wrong?” “They’re all green,” he said quietly, moving toward them. “Where did they get the flowers?” “I… really don’t know,” she replied following along. “I think they’re growing on deck 187, or at least somewhere in this area.” “Relax and smile,” he said quietly as he approached a youngster. “Wow, you have quite a group of beautiful green flowers there. What are you making?” he asked, kneeling next to a six year old. “Well, I’m making a headband,” she responded with pride as she continued to work, “but Denese is making a tiara and Katie...well, she likes rings on her fingers… but they’re making her itch.” “Hm… maybe she should wash them off and do something else if it makes her itch. Are they all green?” “Oh, yeah. With white flowers blooming inside. See?” she said, waving it at his face. Glen leaned back and began to sneeze. “Yeah, they smell, but they look so nice and it’s blooming time so we make wreaths and have a party.” “Wow… a party?” He said admiringly as he pressed a silent alarm on his wrist that alerted Security. “I think you’d better get a shower before you have the party. But where did you get the flowers?” She shrugged, looking at her clothes. “We found them on the floor just around the corner after school. But they’re so pretty… even though they smell. Yeah, I’m going to shower.” “Got any bags?” “Hmm… no. But my mom does. I’ll get ‘em for you.” And she skipped off. Glen bagged and secured the flowers, then passed the word to the children’s parents to scrub them thoroughly and stay inside. As soon as he entered their apartment, he secured the flowers, scrubbed himself from head to toe, then made his call. “BD base, BD 7. Did you get that?” “BD 7, BD base. Copy. Security locked doors and is en route. Area is quarantined. Copy?” “BD base, BD 7. Copy. Deck 187 should also be secured. Copy?” "BD 7, BD base. Deck 187 is compromised. Copy?" "BD base, BD 7. Copy."

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/25/20 = /\ = = /\ = 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 = /\ = TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1200 hours (12:00 pm) Aegis Local. Two Pakleds have survived eating the otherwise deadly plants. Medical is investigating the difference between the plants and the surviving Pakleds’ DNA. Science is examining plant seeds given to the children. Clandestine operators on station report incidents to Captain Chirakis and Commander Coleridge. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::ops:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::with Mimi and Dacia, trying to sort things out:::: mimipavilion: ::in medical, pouring over the plant DNA and the two remaining Pakleds DNA:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sighs as he looks to the work for the afternoon. Chirakis: :::office with door open... somewhat hungry, but not much after dealing with a few things no one should have to deal with::: Dacia Sandero: ::checking some DNA samples in the microscope:: Sierra Robinson: :: gathers some scanning equipment into a toolbox :: Alexis McFarland: ::in the food court, eating her lunch:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking in on the Pakleds::: Annisha: :: smiles :: Beats eating at the school. Alexis McFarland: Yes, it does. ::eating a nugget:: Sierra Robinson: :: hums a soft tune as she gathers her equipment :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::they're sitting up and asking for food, to which she smiles and says that she will ask the doctor::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: peeks out his store entrance:: Chirakis: :::flipping through information, a code appears on her tablet::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits the Pakleds' rooms and looks for Mimi and Dacia::: Sierra Robinson: :: checks Chrono :: mimipavilion: ::reexamines ones that Dacia had gone through, seeing if there's anything that she could have missed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Computer, show me a heat signature map of the station in the temperature range of 35C to 45C. Chirakis: :::she pauses and enters a secure area after closing the door::: Jylliene: ::going back through records:: Dacia Sandero: ::zooms in and takes a closer look at the cell structures of the sample:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Commander Korjata :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Twirling the display of the station with his hands, zooming in and out at will :: Chirakis: :::considers the information and passes the coded message to Cdr Coleridge:::: Sierra Robinson: Sir...I was about to head over to science to finalize which compound.. our internal scanners could focus on to beam those plants off station. :: looks at 3d Display :: Found something sir? Scott Coleridge: ::receives a message wrapped in a code:: Alexis McFarland: ::people watching, as she continues to eat:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes head :: Not yet, Trying to isolate trouble areas by various sensors.. temperature, humidity, even smells. Nijil tr'Korjata: After my time with the Yith I have found the sense of smell a powerful ally. Sierra Robinson: :: points to her mask briefly :: This Nose never could smell a thing except Pizza. Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis and Annisha.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finds Mimi, but she is very busy so she steps over to Dacia and clears her throat::: Annisha: We should try different foods... Tarisa: Miana> ::Curious.:: Like what? Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: I agree. Trying different foods is fun. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Eating some mystery sandwich :: mimipavilion: ::sits up and rubs her eyes:: These samples are a bit taxing on the eyes... ::hears Amanda clear her throat:: Hi Amanda. Tarisa: ::Steps out of her lab office.:: Dacia Sandero: ::takes a break for a bit as well, and nods at Amanda:: Scott Coleridge: ::goes back to working on some performance reviews:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns::: Oh... yes, Mimi. The Pakleds are hungry, or so they say. Should they be eating anything? Sierra Robinson: Could use some ...getting hungry. I'm off to Science. I'll be right back upon getting some clarification on our data. Alexis McFarland: ::feeds a nugget to Miana:: Ahh. mimipavilion: ::surprised:: I see their normal appetite has returned. Let's start them off on something easy like a soft food plan. Nijil tr'Korjata: Something wrong with your nose? Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me know what you find, Robinson. Sierra Robinson: :: smiles underneath her mask :: It only smells the good stuff...food. Chirakis: :::Exits her office and checking the area:::: Dacia Sandero: Pakleds can eat pretty much anything so it should be fine:: Sierra Robinson: be right back unless i run into marauding Pakleds. Sierra Robinson: :: departs with her kit :: Amanda Davis PhD: Something soft, maybe? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: Yep. Sierra Robinson: heads to the nearest lift designating Science Lab as her destination.. Amanda Davis PhD: I have no idea what they eat... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves as she leaves :: Amanda Davis PhD: I'll go ask and make sure it's :::clears her throat:: palpable? mimipavilion: Like Dacia said they eat pretty much anything. If nothing else, pull up a menu of soft foods and let them pick. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: munching on a yamuck sauce bar :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::nod:: I'll do that. Tarisa: Miana> Ahhh ::Noms the nugget. Make a happy squeal sound.:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggle:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::grabs a nurse and asks for an assortment of soft food for the Pakleds to eat::: Tarisa: ::Logs into a consoled to check on a couple of project updates.:: Scott Coleridge: ::just happy that they've gone a few days without another crisis:: Tarisa: Miana> Shall we walk around Commerce when we finish eating? mimipavilion: ::turns to Dacia:: These samples seem to be off, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Sierra Robinson: :: arrives at the entrance of the science lab and cautiously walks in with her scanner kit :: Chirakis: :::approaching Scott::: Commander, take the conn. I will be in science. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she hears the door. She turns to see who entered.:: Oh hello. Chirakis: ::turns away, then turns back::: I'll make it short so you can actually eat something today. Alexis McFarland: Sure, sounds good to me Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Appreciate it, Captain. Alexis McFarland: We can look around the shops and stuff. Sierra Robinson: Hello ...:: waves with her free hand :: Here to finalize a target for our internal sensor array can fix on from those hated plants. Chirakis: ::slow nod and she exits to the lift::: Science. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Still eating his sandwich :: Jylliene: ::to Scott:: You know I'd be happy to go get something for you if need be. Amanda Davis PhD: :::amazed at the amount of food that a Pakled can devour within seconds::: Sierra Robinson: Could you help me with that :: observes the female science officers tail :: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I'm not sure why that is either. It's weird. Amanda Davis PhD: ::and slobber all over:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking the samples, coming up empty:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her jumja juice:: mimipavilion: Ok, I'm going to start running these samples through the database to see what shows up. Why don't you go get something to eat. Chirakis: :::enters science, approaching Tarisa waiting for her to finish her analysis or whatever she is doing::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::cleaning up some of the lab space:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I see. ::Her tail swishes around as she checks the sensor data.:: This should do. ::Perks up as Chirakis enters.:: Captain? Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Captain Enter :: Captain. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her lunch, but still only ¼ of the way through her drink:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tried not to think of the recent deaths :: Chirakis: Commander, just checking in to see how things are going. ::notices Tar'Lynn::: Chirakis: :::nods to Sierra as well::: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and starts running the samples to see if anything devious shows up:: Annisha: They took my seeds... Alexis McFarland: Who did? Your parents? Amanda Davis PhD: :::she leaves the nurse to help the Pakleds and clean off her clothes:::: Sierra Robinson: Here to hopefully finalize the compound the internal sensor array can focus on to detect and assist in beaming the plants of station Ma`am. Tarisa: Things are moving rather well at the moment. Removal seems to be going at a smooth pace. Alexis McFarland: ::walking around the concourse, if the others had finished their lunch:: Alexis McFarland: ::sips drink:: Chirakis: :::quirks a brow::: You are beaming them off station.... from here? ::turns to Tarisa::: Good. And now I have a question, Commander. ::looks to Sierra, then back to Tarisa::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Walking along.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::putting sample tray back into storage:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Tarisa: If this is a private question, we can go to my office. ::Motion to the door off to the side.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stops his comm, finds something in his scans :: Chirakis: Just how are we beaming the plants into space, where are we sending them, and have they been tested to see if they survive in space? Chirakis: Of course. :::follows Tarisa::: Sierra Robinson: :: remains put not wanting to interrupt :: Tarisa: ::Turns to Sierra.:: If you have any more questions. Lt. Dran will be happy to help. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sounds good. Remember to take a break yourself some time ::to Mimi:: Tarisa: ::Goes to her office, allowing Chirakis to enter first.:: Annisha: Yeah, they gave it to science. I was gonna grow them in a box and run experiments. Amanda Davis PhD: :::dons a clean gown and enters the Pakled area to allow the nurse to leave and clean up::: Sierra Robinson: Thank you....::walks over to Lt Tae'Lynn Dran :: Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of lab:: Alexis McFarland: Aww, that’s too bad. Tarisa: Miana> Poor seeds. Sierra Robinson: :: observes the Vulcanoid working with a tray :: Lieutenant. May I have a moment of your time? Annisha: Wonder what they grow into... Tae'Lynn Dran: Sure. What do you need? Alexis McFarland: No idea, it would've been nice to find out. mimipavilion: ::tries to see if the Pakled DNA may have been engineered by known geneticists:: Sierra Robinson: Commander Tarisa mentioned you might be able to identify a compound unique to the Plant that made the Pakled's sick...and well me as well.... Chirakis: :::waiting for Tarisa in her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Most likely. Sierra Robinson: Something, the internal sensor array can scan and detect, something that ...we can use to beam the plants somewhere safe. Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's see, that was sample B. ::grabs a padd:: Tarisa: ::Goes to her desk. Her office was quite clean for a department head's office.:: Would you like anything to drink Captain? ::Steps over to the replicator.:: Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask....:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::throws the data up on a wall display:: Chirakis: Thank you, no, Commander. Tae'Lynn Dran: So, something to use as a transporter lock. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to brush his ears, but they were not on the top of his head :: Bah, old habits. Chirakis: I am more interested in sending the plants into space. Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's eliminate the most common markers, no need beaming any crew or citizens into the void. Sierra Robinson: In engineering speak I can set the sensors to detect..for example a tetracarbon glycol... so I need a molecular formula and name to catalog the item under. Sierra Robinson: :: observes :: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana's hand as they walk browse around the vendors stalls:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's also take away anything too faint to pick up. Amanda Davis PhD: :::BIG BURP from a Pakled::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::coughs at the smell::: Tarisa: ::Nods and goes back to her desk. Nods.:: As far as we have observed, the plants have shriveled, frozen, or withered. Strangely enough, the only plant that has survived the vacuum of space is our own indestructible mystery plant that we have locked up. Tae'Lynn Dran: Needs to be something present throughout the plant's life cycle. Dacia Sandero: ::changes out of her lab clothes and heads to a lounge for some break time:: Tarisa: And we have yet to determine if it is even linked to our current situation. Sierra Robinson: Yes, if we can get from seed to a mature plant that would be outstanding. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily walks around, looking at all the shop faces.:: Chirakis: :::nods slowly::: Annisha: Oh Miana. My father said he had ears like au when he was away mimipavilion: ::lets the samples run through until they get a hit and goes gets lunch in the lounge:: Sierra Robinson: :: opens her kit and withdraws a data PADD :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Curious look.:: Ears like me? Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Annisha curiously:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Now, I think I have 3 possible choices. Annisha: On the top of his head. Yeah... lots taller though. Alexis McFarland: Was he a Mithran? Chirakis: :::wishing that she knew more about science::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Trying to think.:: I did not know your father left. Tae'Lynn Dran: Are you transporting these manually once they're tagged or is a computer program handling this? Sierra Robinson: Okay...:: full attention to Lieutenant Dran :: Alexis McFarland: Did he bring anything back? Annisha: Only his mind did... Prani was here for a few days, but father said he was gone for many months. Sierra Robinson: Ideally, if we can use the main internal sensor array for a mass beam out to a location that would be great. However, we also want to develop a hand held scanning capability. Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD, loading some information. She then slides it over to Chirakis.:: This is what we have so far. Chirakis: Have you and Lt Dran found anything that might be connected to something else on station? A different plant, or anything similar to? Nijil tr'Korjata: Great. :: looks at some readings :: May need some external sensors to really capture the compound locations Tarisa: Miana> Who is Prani? Sierra Robinson: :: looks at Lt Dran's work ... :: Something in the back of my head wonders...where the hell they found a plant like this::: Tarisa: Lt. Dran had found some plants in the Park that were showing signs of tampering, but we managed to quarantine them. Annisha: Prani was the woman in a father's body.. cooked really well too. Should have been a giveaway. Chirakis: Very well.... Annisha: She's an engineer. Likes plants... Alexis McFarland: Hm, interesting. Yeah, your dad did seem.. off.. for awhile. That might explain it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tilts her head as she tries to process that.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: So you should probably scan for all three of these molecular chains. I would really really recommend safeguard though. Only one of these breaks down when digested. The other two can stay in the system for sometime. You could easily transport someone out by mistake. Chirakis: Commander, I am not a scientist by any means. However, it is imperative that no more plants enter or exit the station. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: rotates his Marigold display outside his store :: Sierra Robinson: I see...:: makes notes on PADD :: Chirakis: Not even a bouquet of flowers for someone's wedding. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I agree. Has security and customs been updated? Alexis McFarland: She seems cool though. Annisha: Au know how a transporter moves au from here to there :: points :: They created a wormhole, used some gadget to move their consciousness between them, then BAM! New father, who's a woman on another planet centuries and sectors away Chirakis: Indeed they have. Alexis McFarland: Oooh Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hands the padd over:: This should be the info you're needing. Where have you been beaming the plants to so far? Sierra Robinson: Triple redundancy makes sense...to simplify things on our end...I think I will call these Pak-1, Pak-2 and Pak-3 respectively...:: gestures to Lt. Dran's data :: Tarisa: My biggest concern is seeds. They will be harder to track and keep off station. mimipavilion: ::comes back to the office to find nothing on some or classified on others:: Well then... Annisha: She said maybe, if they get things working, that my family could visit. Sierra Robinson: Some were beamed into space. Those were on Deck 98, we had to get rid of them immediately. Chirakis: I have heard that there are a few on station, and I agree. Dacia Sandero: ::enjoying some sushi from one of the places in the food court and some iced tea:: Alexis McFarland: Nice. Can I come too? Sierra Robinson: Thank you Lt. Dran. Hopefully we can rid this menace together... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well done. TBS will be until the next morning at 0900. That way you may think about or study something you are working on. Chirakis: Comments Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Don't study too hard! Chirakis: I agree. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: I will say that there will be some very interesting things in the future. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |25 September 2020 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1200 hours (12:00 pm) Aegis Local. Of all the Pakleds who ate the plant and died, two have survived. Medical is investigating the interaction between the Pakleds’ DNA and the plants. Security has received additional resources to keep the Pakleds quarantined. Science is examining seeds that were given to the children by a Pakled. Starfleet Command has sent several clandestine* operators to Aegis. They blend with everyone on the station and report incidents to Captain Chirakis and Commander Coleridge. ___________________________ *Clandestine - the operation is not noticed at all.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/18/20 = /\ = = /\ = 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 = /\ = TBS is 19.5 hours - the time is 0730 hours (7:30 am) Aegis Local. Aegis might be under attack from within. Security personnel are on watch for green plants. Not all plants are dangerous. Plant-altered DNA killed Pakleds. All still alive are quarantined. Annisha, Miana, and Alexa might know something. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping for the moment.:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Sierra Robinson: :: grabbing a quick cup of coffee at Liquids before her shift :: Alexis McFarland: ::also sleeping as well:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well:: Scott Coleridge: ((Why do I feel like there's a syllogism lurking there? "Some plants are green." "Some green plants are dangerous." "Some plants are dangerous.")) Chirakis: ::::in her office with a "do not disturb" sign::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Tarisa: ::Had stopped at her favorite breakfast stop to get a claw of the bear and a tea.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opening store front...:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finishing up her report regarding the Pakleds who have died and those who are now quarantined::: Sierra Robinson: :: exits Liquids and heads to engineering with a coffee to go :: Chirakis: :::the light above her office door turns green::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab:: Tarisa: +Dran+ Lt. I have stopped at the pastry shop for breakfast. Would you like me to bring you something? Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ No, but thanks. Scott Coleridge: ::taking his station, checking on reports from last night:: Jylliene: ::Notes the green light, wonders idly whether Chirakis sleeps in her own quarters, ever, or if she perhaps catnaps standing in her office.:: Dacia Sandero: ::drinking tea:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::finishes with a sigh, exits her office and places it on Mimi's desk::: Sierra Robinson: :: enters engineering and begins to get up to speed on the night's events :: Jylliene: ::returns her attention to her console:: Tarisa: +Dran+ Very well. I will be there soon. ::Makes her order, though she really didn't need to say much. She practically orders the same thing every morning.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to work, but very tired :: Chirakis: :::stands at the office door, then steps out to ware down the carpet::: Jylliene: ::pulls up the records to see when last any replacement carpet had been ordered:: Scott Coleridge: ::approves request from security for additional resources to help keep the Pakleds quarantined:: Sierra Robinson: :: checks atmospherics , noting the CnC may want an update :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He missed his morning juice...the coffee was was not the same :: Chirakis: ::stops at the window that overhangs the commerce deck:::: mimipavilion: ::signing off on the death certificates and sees the PADD that Amanda put on her desk:: Sad day Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the engineering deck :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: waters his marigolds in front of his store :: Chirakis: ::as she stands there, she scrutinizes everyone who passes on the commerce deck::: Tarisa: ::Takes her little bag and her tea and starts her usual walk through Commerce towards the TL.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::sighs, worn out::: Yes, Mimi. Very sad day. Tarisa: ::Gets a slight chill down her back and tail.:: Annisha: :: Tired off all these mornings.. :: Sierra Robinson: Good Morning sir. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns as she starts to wake up.:: Dacia Sandero: ::cleaning things up in Sickbay now that most of the Pakleds are gone:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Stands at the main status console :: Amanda Davis PhD: There are two left who are still alive. :::sits::: And that makes me wonder how they can stay alive and the others can’t. Alexis McFarland: ::tosses to her side and opens her eyes, rubbing them:: mimipavilion: Good question. Chirakis: :::she pushes off from the window and continues her walk on the carpet, stopping next to Scott::: (w) Commander, when you have a moment, come to my office. Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to the labs.:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Nijil with her cup of coffee and a PADD :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the padd aside and starts some stretching exercises.:: Amanda Davis PhD: I've given them several tests, and they look the same as the ones who died. Scott Coleridge: ::nods:: I'll be right there. ::finishes up his current task:: mimipavilion: Hmmm... Chirakis: :::stops next to Jyl:: (w) Let me know if you have any information from the children. Jylliene: (w) Yes ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::yawns and crawls out of bed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Morning. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up, and starts getting ready for the day.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I could only have coffee :: tips his cup :: mimipavilion: We should look closer at their DNA. There has to be something there that we aren't seeing. Amanda Davis PhD: ::closes Mimi's door:: I can't find anything that is different from the others.... but I already said that. Hm… their DNA..... possibly. Tarisa: ::Arrives in the lab. Starts sipping at her tea.:: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles behind her mask :: Here is the report on Station PPM, and scrubbers. Sierra Robinson: :: Hands PADD to Nijil :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright... :: takes a look at the report :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: It was their DNA and the plant DNA that got us where we are. Chirakis: ::enters her office, leaving the door open::: Alexis McFarland: ::emerges from her bathroom and changes into something comfy:: mimipavilion: I know I didn't look deep enough, but I'm sure there's something there. Scott Coleridge: ::get up from his station and heads to Chirakis' office:: Jylliene, you have the conn. Chirakis: ::relaxing on the couch, she pages through information from October, from security, and from a few others:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::still stretching, picks up the padd to add another note:: Jylliene: Yes sir. Sierra Robinson: Better, but until all those plants are gone. :: leaves the rest unsaid :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: You wanted to see me, Captain? Annisha: :: Bummed she does not get to play with the seeds :: Tarisa: Morning exercise? ::Sets her cup down as she gets into her bag for her pastry.:: Chirakis: ::looks up::: Yes, Commander. Close the door and have a seat. Scott Coleridge: ::follows instructions, taking a seat in a chair across from the couch:: Jylliene: ::sends Chirakis a quick message:: Chirakis: :::puts aside her tablet and presses the security button. Green light turns to blue::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Just trying to stretch. I was up late with so many experiments going. Plants, soil samples, now some seeds. A lot going on. Tae'Lynn Dran: I need a swim. Chirakis: Commander...... ::::long pause to think::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, I was so distracted. Good job on the plantworks. Sierra Robinson: With your permission I would like to contact Science and try to get some sort of compound the internal scanners can lock onto to facilitate transporting. Tarisa: That sounds nice. ::Starts eating.:: I heard that we had picked up some seeds now. Sierra Robinson: Family okay sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure, my daughter had seeds given to her by a Pakled, so they may be able to find something there. Chirakis: It is very possible that we are being held hostage by Ragor Tal. ... Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. Going through normal scans and cataloging of them now. Sierra Robinson: Gosh she did not eat any did she? Scott Coleridge: ::listens to the theory:: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes up her breakfast:: Sierra Robinson: :: a quick adjustment of her mask and she finishes her coffee :: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she was going to look at them close up, maybe grow one in a chamber Chirakis: Something will happen, it will be fixed, then something else will happen, and on it goes. His marks are all over it. However... he will never emerge. He leaves his personnel to do the dirty work. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He had yet to shake his Yith accent. If anyone found it strange they kept silent :: Chirakis: ...and most of what is happening is inside the station. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Any theories? Annisha: :: Gets dressed and starts to head out for the day :: Scott Coleridge: Even for Tal this seems, I don’t know, convoluted. And using Pakleds? Sierra Robinson: Anything else I can help you with at the moment sir? Chirakis: :::slight smirk::: Pakleds are useful because it throws us off the trail and because of their ignorance. Amanda Davis PhD: Not really, Mimi. Amanda Davis PhD: I wish I knew more... or had more. Chirakis: Or, at least, it would seem that the Pakleds are ignorant of everything, when they might not be. Nijil tr'Korjata: Unless you can do time and space travel, no. This empty feeling will need to pass. Chirakis: I have spoken to Admiral Solokov. He believes the same, as does SI-5 Director Torak. Tarisa: Anything unusual so far? ::Washing her pastry down with her tea.:: mimipavilion: I know the feeling. After I get these death certificates dealt with I'll take a closer look at the remaining Pakleds DNA, hopefully I can find something useful. Sierra Robinson: I don't have that power yet sir...maybe in the future. :: another unseen smile :: Chirakis: You are always vigilant, Commander. Keep it that way. Chirakis: Thoughts? Sierra Robinson: Okay Lemme get to work on contacting science. Nijil tr'Korjata: Or the past. I.. showed them how transporters worked. So I suppose they could transport me or them. Scott Coleridge: I’ll do my best. Security has the quarantine well in hand. Medical is still investigating the interaction between the Pakleds’ DNA and the plants. Scott Coleridge: I guess I think we should consider what the next move would be. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes breakfast, sipping on some juice:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing yet. Normally I'd just plant one and see what grew but given recent events I believe I will run a hypothetical growth simulation first, once all the scans are completed. Dacia Sandero: ::in the medical lab, doing over some Pakleds DNA samples:: Sierra Robinson: That would be an interesting field trip for myself. Amanda Davis PhD: :::nods::: I'll keep watch on the Pakleds that are still alive and don't seem to have a problem with their DNA. Nijil tr'Korjata: ::: looks at the display :: This cleanup will take some time. Chirakis: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Better to be safe. Tae'Lynn Dran: Simulated plagues are much easier to clean up anyways. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Smiles:: Indeed. Sierra Robinson: Indeed....:: walks over to communications bay :: Scott Coleridge: I don't have any bright ideas on that front yet. Sierra Robinson: + Science + Engineering to Science Chirakis: Nor do I... Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: +Engineering+ Go ahead. Chirakis: However, there are clandestine personnel on the station. They keep close watches. Either you or I will receive a message. You will not know from whence it came, but there will be a code attached. Only you and I will have that information. Sierra Robinson: + Science + Lt jg Robinson speaking, have we been able to isolate any molecular compound unique to the invasive plant brought aboard the station? Alexis McFarland: ::on her bed, readings a PADD:: Chirakis: They will look and act like ordinary people throughout the station. Sierra Robinson: + Science + We are looking for something the internal sensor array can use to target the offensive plants for transport. Scott Coleridge: I thought that merchant was looking at me funny the other day. Chirakis: That merchant? Tarisa: +Sierra+ I will send you the specs I used when we first began targeting them. Amanda Davis PhD: :::checks the patients who seem to be healing::: Scott Coleridge: Yeah, a merchant on the commerce level. Gave me a funny look as I walked by. Sierra Robinson: + Tarisa + Thank you. I'll contact you for questions. Tarisa: +Sierra+ Understood. :;Walks over to a console, and begins sends the data to Engineering.:: Alexis McFarland: ::wonders what Miana is up to:: Chirakis: If you saw him again, would you recognize him? Sierra Robinson: :: Hopes she can get the internal sensor arrays something to lock on unique to the plant to beam the blasted things into space :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Had just finished breakfast and was ready to run around.:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: looks on at what looks to be another no business day while in his store :: Alexis McFarland: ::heads out of her room and over to Miana's:: mimipavilion: ::finishes the death certificates and takes a closer, in-depth look at the DNA samples of the Pakleds:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Almost crashes into Alexis as she was doing the same.:: Yay! Alexis McFarland: Oof. Miana ::smiles, hugs:: Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.: Alexis McFarland: Hey, full of energy again. Sierra Robinson: :: begins PADDworm work reading science data :: Scott Coleridge: Oh, probably not. Chirakis: ::nod::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well.... Chirakis: TBS will be noon - 1200 or 12:00 Chirakis: Commander, any thoughts? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Besides exhaustion. Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |18 September 2020 19 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.171 TBS is 19.5 hours - the time is 0730 hours (7:30 am) Aegis Local. Security personnel are on watch for deadly green plants. As soon as the Pakleds ate the plants, it altered their DNA and killed them. All Pakleds, whether or not they ate the plants, are quarantined. Annisha, Miana, and Alexa might know something about the plants. Some plants are dangerous; others are not. It is possible that Aegis is under attack from within.

Growth of an Empire II “Green man say eat plant. Taste good. Get information.” The security complex had been active throughout the night, hunting down anyone who might, even remotely, look for the Pakleds’ “green man”. At 0630, Lt Jeremy Garand entered the security squad room to pass the latest information from night patrol to alpha patrol at 0700. Captain Chirakis slipped in behind him, hoping that she would not disturb the lieutenant’s report. It didn’t work. Within seconds, every security guard in the room almost overturned a chair and stood to full attention. Garand nodded with a glance at Kirel. Kirel crossed her arms, walked slowly to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. “As you were. Proceed, Lieutenant.” A screeee of chairs moved across the decking as the guards settled down. “Very well, Captain,” Garand replied as he plunked his PADD on the podium and began with, “Listen up.” “I’m sure you’re aware of the Pakleds who have been quarantined. Unfortunately, most of them have died. Just before one died, he said that a green man had given them the green plants that you probably have seen in several areas of the station. The green man encouraged them to eat the plants and gather information. Now….” Garand leaned against the podium for their full attention. “If you see one of those plants, do… not… touch it. Do not allow anyone else to touch it. If you see even a piece of that plant, leave it alone. Cordon it off and report it immediately. Understood?” “YES, SIR.” “As for the dealer… the one who gave the Pakleds the plant?” Garand threw up his hands. “The dealer could have been an impostor. He could be a she or could have been masked with green paint. We don’t know. What we do know is to be vigilant. If you see anyone even brushing against a plant, take them immediately to medical. Carry your medkits and gloves at all times. Do not attempt to provide medical care. Leave that to the corpsmen. “Questions?” “Yes, sir,” a tall focused woman stood. “I understand that decks 98 and plants found growing in the arboretum have been neutralized. Are there other areas we should patrol?” “If you find any plants that have not been neutralized, standard procedure, Lieutenant. Cordon them off, report, wait for medical, and then investigate. Anyone else…? “Very well, the rest of your patrol information is on your PADD or tablet—whichever you use. If nothing else, move out.” As soon as the teams moved out, Kirel walked to the security office in step with Garand. “I’m sending a report to October, Lieutenant,” she said as soon as the door closed. “I believe that there is more to this than Pakleds and plants.”

Chirakis: Attention to orders! Chirakis: Commander Pavilion, front and center. mimipavilion: ::steps forward:: Chirakis: Commander Pavilion, there is only one way that I can say this... Chirakis: You have been aboard Aegis for a few years, as we all know. 650 sims to be exact. And you have reached the pinnacle of all those aboard... Chirakis: In your 650 sims, you have lost only one day, and that to me is amazing beyond words. Chirakis: You have earned several oak leaves.... the present one being gold. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, if you will do the honor.... Scott Coleridge: ::opens the box to display the gleaming, lustrous brilliance of the Gold Oak Leaf:: Scott Coleridge: ::carefully removes the leaf from the box and gently pins it to Mimi's uniform:: Chirakis: It has been our honor to have you aboard, Doctor. May you be here for many more years. :::shakes her hand::: mimipavilion: ::shakes Chirakis' hand:: = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/11/20 = /\ = = /\ = 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 = /\ = TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Security stands double watch in areas off limits. A dying Pakled said, "Green man say eat plant, get information." All Pakleds have been tested and quarantined. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. SF Command has brought clandestine operators aboard. At sim begin, we will enter the conference room. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::enters conference room:: Chirakis: ::exits her office with Captain Kelley and brings him into the conference room::: Sierra Robinson: :: watching engineering :: mimipavilion: :: enters the conference room:: Tarisa: ::Takes a seat in the CR.:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still running around in the park.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil could simply not shake this feeling of isolation, even after being back to his only body. The conference with all of his colleagues surrounding him might just help...might :: Chirakis: (Let's make this everyone tonight) Alexis McFarland: ::running around with Miana:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::stands by a chair::: Dacia Sandero: ::magic edits herself into a seat in the conference room:: Chirakis: (except for the children) Alexis McFarland: (aww) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne sat in the back of the conference room, just realizing he was holding a mug of coffee in his hand. His constant intake of the brown liquid was far more than second nature :: Sierra Robinson: :: magic edits herself to sit next to Nijil with a PADD ready to assist. She still has a mask on to safeguard her allergic issues with the plants :: Annisha: :: Around with her friends :: Hey, let's sit at a table. Chirakis: ::enters the conference room::: If you have not met him, Captain Kelley of USS Iowa will be with us this afternoon. Captain Kelley directs Task Force Beta, now docked at Aegis. :::waves him into the chair next to her::: Scott Coleridge: ::in the conference room, interested to hear updates and bring different ideas together:: Alexis McFarland: ::stops and looks at Annisha:: At Blubby's? I am getting a bit hungry running around. Annisha: Sounds good. Amanda Davis PhD: ::sitting in the background::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops at the mention of food.:: Yay! Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes his seat. It reminded him of a speech he had to make as someone else, on a subject he scarcely knew :: Dacia Sandero: ::watches the screen quietly:: Chirakis: ::glances around, resting her arms on the desk::: We have much to talk about and deal with this afternoon. Several things have happened and will probably continue to happen. However, we will do our best to take control. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: inside his store..everything quiet :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Glances at his PADD. It displayed all manner of repair issues :: Annisha: :: Heading to The Blub :: Jylliene: ::sitting and listening:: Alexis McFarland: ::follows Annisha and Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens, looking at Jylliene across the way :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Hums as she walks.:: Annisha: :: Blubby's :: Table for three please. Chirakis: We are going to discuss the latest situation on station beginning with Dr Pavilion. Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::still somewhat sad about the Pakleds who passed::: Dacia Sandero: ::feels sad about them as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward:: Chirakis: Kelley> ::relaxes in his chair, listening::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: It looks like the plants that were brought on by the Pakleds were engineered to kill. Once the plants were consumed by the Pakleds, it started altering their DNA, basically killing them from within. I conferred this with Lt. Cmdr. Duella. It looks like a possible foothold situation. Annisha: :: Sits at a table at Blubby's :: Alexis McFarland: ::sits as well, orders a Bacon Blubby Burger with cheese, rings and a drink:: Chirakis: Explain "foothold situation" please, Doctor. Sierra Robinson: :: jots notes on her PADD :: Scott Coleridge: ::shocking news:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits at the table after ordering.:: mimipavilion: A foothold situation is where an aggressor has control of the enemy's base or installation of some kind. Amanda Davis PhD: ::taking notes::: Chirakis: I see. :::looks to Tarisa::: Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listening to the foothold explanation :: Chirakis: Kelley> :::stunned at what he is hearing::: Alexis McFarland: ::gets her food and takes a bite:: Tarisa: ::Ear twitches.:: Yes, it is highly possible that another force used the Pakleds for an unknown agenda. Whether it was to spread the plants themselves, or another unknown target. But we believe that the plants were used as a means to dispose of the Pakleds once their task was done. Given the Pakleds' nature, it is very likely they did not even know what the goal was. Jylliene: ::figures this means the Pakleds were an innocent carrier:: Sierra Robinson: :: thinks Biological warfare :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens quietly and surmises the same thing:: mimipavilion: ::raises hand:: Chirakis: Yes, Doctor? Annisha: :: Eats :: So... Tarisa: Fortunately most of the plants have been removed, thanks to Lt. Dran's discovery. But there is still a chance more are undiscovered. Alexis McFarland: ::glances over at Annisha:: Tarisa: ::pauses:: mimipavilion: It would explain why one of the deceased Pakleds said "Green man say eat plant, get information”. Tarisa: Miana> ::Also gets her food and digs in.:: Chirakis: Green man.... Alexis McFarland: What's up Amanda Davis PhD: As in Orion, I believe, Captain. mimipavilion: Yes, 'Green man.' Dacia Sandero: ::thinks of a few races that fit the bill:: That was my thought too. Amanda Davis PhD: The only species I know of that is completely green. Chirakis: ::::looks to Scott::: Did your team have anything like that on deck 98? Scott Coleridge: There were no Pakleds on Deck 98, just plant infestation. It's unclear how the plants got there. Sierra Robinson: Whoever tipped us off to what was on Deck 98 might know. Chirakis: :::a moment of thought, she nods at Sierra before asking::: Does anyone have an idea how this might have happened? How the plants might have... Tarisa: I believe it was someone who talked to the children. Chirakis: :::Tarisa::: Talked to the children? Dacia Sandero: ::chimes in:: Yes, that's right. One of the Pakleds told this to Alexis in the turbolifts. Dacia Sandero: That's how we found out about the stash of plants in Deck 98. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Miana only mentioned a big scary man, but she fears most strangers. Annisha: So, I was thinking of learning about botany. I have these magic beans here. :: shakes her sealed container :: Alexis McFarland: Botany? I never figured you as the botanist type. Tarisa: Miana> Oooo Alexis McFarland: Will they grow into a giant beanstalk? Annisha: Something I can do on the side. Annisha: Only if you water it enough. Chirakis: ::leans back, then looks to Cayne::: Commander, has security noticed anything like that? Chirakis: :::lockdown is in her thoughts::: Sierra Robinson: :: takes notes :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There are many people on the station, some would consider scary, including me. If these children saw someone they could narrow down the likeness. Dacia Sandero: I mean Alexis projected what he looked like to me, but he looked like any other Pakled to be honest. Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene::: Commander Kital, has Annisha mentioned anything like that? Tarisa: Miana might be able to tell by scent. Even the same species carries different variances. Chirakis: ::nod to Tarisa::: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I'm sure Alexis could tell who it was if she saw him again. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Alexis, you mean the girls? Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: Sounds interesting. Tarisa: Miana> ::Small Sneeze. She pauses for a moment, then continues eating.:: Chirakis: :::holds up a hand to the others::: Alexis McFarland: Bless you. Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Happy nod.:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: She's mentioned the Pakleds in general, but nothing much more. She had seen them giving away trinkets. Chirakis: ::a thought, then a suggestion::: Those of you who have children.... find a way to get information from them. See if there is anything that might be related to this particular person or persons. Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at the captain:: Chirakis: Dr. Sandero? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Interrogate them and don't skip any detail. Chirakis: :::turns::: Definitely not, Commander Cayne. That will get us nowhere. Chirakis: The children must be handled lightly. Not interrogated. Sierra Robinson: :: is relieved :: Dacia Sandero: I agree. I'll see if I can speak with Alexis later today. Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: :::sighs, leaning forward::: Security is on double duty. All Pakleds are in quarantine... and let us hope that no more of them die. Chirakis: ::looks around the table::: Anything else we should approach? Annisha: :: Eats :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating as well:: Yummy Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Raises his hand :: Chirakis: Very well... I have a few things you should know about that do not go outside this conference room. ::turns::: Commander Korjata? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: in an accent :: Engineering related. The station sensors and environmental are working overtime, but we can't account for every plant particulate at this time. Please be aware. Dacia Sandero: ::nods and looks over at Nijil:: Sierra Robinson: :: takes notes :: Chirakis: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Even he knew he sounds different, turned a bit greener :: mimipavilion: ::sees Nijil turn a bit greener::softly:: You ok Nijil? Chirakis: As for my comment, there are two ways to conquer the Joint Allied Powers. The first is obvious, and that is to go to war. The second is more subtle.... to approach from the inside. I believe that is happening now. Chirakis: Any other questions or comments? Scott Coleridge: How long can we keep the Pakleds in quarantine? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: soft :: It's Yith doctor. I'm still speaking Yith. Sierra Robinson: Sir? :: leans forward concerned about her superior :: Chirakis: Until medical decides otherwise. Chirakis: Anyone else? mimipavilion: ::Nods to Nijil:: Chirakis: Remember that nothing goes outside this room. Chirakis: What is said here stays here. Chirakis: If needed, you may approach me in my office. Chirakis: Otherwise, dismissed. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sierra Robinson: :: stands and approaches Nijil :: Feeling Yith Chief? Chirakis: ::stands, as does Kelley::: Chirakis: :::waiting for them to exit::: mimipavilion: ::stands and leaves:: Tarisa: ::Leaves the room.:: Jylliene: ::glances back at Nijil, leaves, but waits outside the conference room door:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be next day at 7:30 am Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Sierra Robinson: None tonight.. Chirakis: Comments from the XO? Chirakis: One comment from me... Chirakis: Thank you for the log, Mimi, and for your duty aboard Aegis for 650 consecutive sims, or 13 years. Chirakis: Very well done. Scott Coleridge: No comments from me. But yes, Mimi is an icon. Alexis McFarland: Yay mimipavilion: thanks and no problem. Chirakis: Then we must give her some problems. Must keep her busy. Chirakis: ::grin::: Chirakis: Very well, if nothing else.... Nijil tr'Korjata: Night all Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |11 September 2020 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. Security is keeping a close watch on anyone going to or from secured areas of the station. Pakleds were trying to sell very important areas of the station, though they had no idea what they were selling. For security reasons, only Chirakis, Coleridge, and Garand know. Several Pakleds have died. One told Dr Davis, “Green man... Say okay. Eat...plant. Get... infor….” before he died. The rest have been tested and quarantined. Some of the deadly plants on station seem to have been engineered to change the DNA of the Pakleds. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. Clandestine operators will be on station to keep a close watch and report to Captain Chirakis.

The Growth of an Empire On the first day of the year 2387 a new universe emerged. Determined to conquer the universe, the Breen fashioned what they believed to be a perfect subspace corridor—one that would allow them to disappear into subspace, suddenly appear and take over Aegis, then move on to take over the Joint Allied Powers. They would control the universe. In their mind, it was the perfect ploy. However, entering subspace was one thing. Exiting subspace was another. Locked in subspace, the Breen vanished, never to be heard from again. Word soon spread throughout the Joint Allied Powers. They could now breathe a sigh of relief. There would no longer be a problem with the Breen… except for the problem of freed Breen slaves. No longer slaves, some returned to their homes to enjoy a relaxed, simple life. Others formed groups of marauders, bandits, looters, and the like. Unfortunately, there were more of the latter, led by an exceptionally clandestine operator by the name of Ragor Tal. On the 22nd day of October in the year 2387, a new Sky Harbor Aegis was moved into the neutral zone between the Joint Allied Powers and former Breen space. Border Patrol ships USS Missouri, USS Iowa, USS Calgary, and USS Toronto along with their substantial Task Forces secured that area of space as much as possible. Security on station grew exponentially, but that did not deter Ragor Tal. First came the Argesil Conspiracy: the Joint Allied Powers’ Watergate. Then came the disappearance of the USS Vladivostok, an Oberth class science vessel that explored areas of high radiation, stellar prominences, and emission nebulae. Then USS Byron, a stealth destroyer was destroyed, Nei’rrh and Argos II were rescued from a nebular burst, Aegis experienced a technological virus—reason unknown, the Pakleds came on station to look for a place to live, and deadly plants began to emerge on station…. Kirel's office door secured and her hands pressed together, she sighed into a relaxed position and closed her eyes to consider the past, the present, and the possible future. “Captain Chirakis, Captain Kelley is here to see you, ma’am,” interrupted her thoughts. A glance at the security screen and she sighed. “Send him in,” she replied, pushing herself slowly away from the desk toward the liquor cabinet. Kelley always enjoyed a good ale. He stepped in, the door closed, and he crept slowly toward the cabinet. “Hey. Kir. You okay?” “I look that bad?” She forced a grin. “Well, you don’t look that bad. But you’ve looked better.” “Ale, Terran beer, cognac,... enl’licdh’a?” “Ale works,” he replied, walking toward the window to stare at the Iowa. “Had a few bad days, I hear.” Kirel handed him the ale and leaned against the window with her enl’licdh’a. “A few problems. Nothing we cannot handle.” “A few….?” “A few,” she responded, downing her drink “We have a command conference in... five minutes. Care to join us?” “Sure,” he responded on a shrug. “Gonna be interesting?” “Very.”

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/4/20 = /\ = = /\ = 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.1170 = /\ = TBS is 13 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. Pakleds were trying to sell very important areas of the station. For security, only Chirakis, Coleridge, and Garand know. That and the deadly plants on station point to the Alien Alliance. Clandestine operators will be on station to keep a close watch. Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, checking on Pakleds:: Chirakis: :::CnC, checking information::: Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering getting a morning update... :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::watching another Pakled as it drifts into unconsciousness::: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the reports on the Pakleds:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating her breakfast:: CdrBrown: ::at CnC, drinking his coffee, looking at sensors:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her coffee reading the morning night shift logs and walks over. to atmospheric systems updates, all the while adjusting her mask :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC, somewhat rested after a long day yesterday:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::deep sigh:: +com+ Dr Pavilion, we've lost another one. ::turns to Dacia, not very happy::: Tarisa: ::Working in the labs.:: Chirakis: :::exits her office::: Commander Coleridge..my office. Tarisa: Miana> :;Had already eaten breakfast and was now running around.:: mimipavilion: ::sighs when she hears Amanda's com:: +Amanda+ Understood. Do you need a bag or is there one available? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opens the Pakled Pop Up Store's doors but not expecting business :: Amanda Davis PhD: There are several bags ready - which makes me feel even worse. Alexis McFarland: ::finishes the last bit of her breakfast and is sipping her uttaberry juice and reading her PADD:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns::: Dacia, please call the coroner. Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels and checks things out :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to main engineering, feeling rather odd even considering he had been back home for some time now. Nijil was still getting his station legs, and his own legs, back :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering :: Chirakis: :::moving to her desk, she hands a PADD to Scott::: Privileged information. :::the door closes, the lights turn blue:: Scott Coleridge: Oooh Sierra Robinson: :: notes the PPM levels have gone down, that is good :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At another station looking at internal security :: CdrBrown: ::sees nothing unusual on the sensors, all looks well:: Scott Coleridge: ::begins reading through the PADD:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: places his Marigold plants in front of his store :: Chirakis: :::leans on the edge of her desk::: As you can see.... we are in danger. Sierra Robinson: :: Sees Commander Korjata :: Good Morning sir. Chirakis: Top Secret, Compartmentalized. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks past several engineers as he went to his desk :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Leaves her quarters and starts running down the hall.:: Scott Coleridge: :::frowns as he reads:: Wait, you're saying…the *Pakleds*? Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her juice:: Scott Coleridge: Like, Pakled Pakleds? Chirakis: Most probably without their knowledge. Scott Coleridge: Ah. Yeah, I can believe smuggling, but this suggests someone with a... longer view. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: The perfect ones to do something they have no idea what they are doing.... if that makes sense. Scott Coleridge: How exactly did they think they could sell parts of the station like this though? That seems nonsensical. Chirakis: Indeed it does. But consider their IQ. Scott Coleridge: We aren't exactly going to let people walk away with an entire phaser ring. I certainly don't think we have gift wrap on the entire station. Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Commander has something on his mind and lets him be :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets something from the replicator.,.. some nectar tea perhaps :: Scott Coleridge: So what's their sponsor's actual goal? Chirakis: Take over the station. Dacia Sandero: ::works on checking the last of the Pakleds:: Scott Coleridge: This seems like a convoluted approach. Scott Coleridge: Do you think they were responsible for the plants too? Chirakis: Very possible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Comes to a realization and is a bit upset, gets up and walks outside to the main room :: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes brushing her hair:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::helping Dacia::: Sierra Robinson: :: walk over to a crewman looking to have an officer sign off on something and assists :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::Dacia:: Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly when we are finished, and take a new gown. mimipavilion: ::compares the DNA of the plants and the Pakleds:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Will do for sure. I'll go through the full quarantine process, which should be fairly soon. Delta shift did good work in treating most of the remaining Pakleds. Scott Coleridge: How do you want to proceed regarding the Pakleds already on the station? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wipes his eyes and gets a look at the work board :: Chirakis: +Brown+ Commander, anything new in the system? Anything that should not be there? CdrBrown: ::continues about his routine, checking over cargo ship arrival schedules:: Annisha: :: Gets dressed, after sleeping in for too long :: Chirakis: We have only one way to proceed. Keep them quarantined. Dacia Sandero: I could've said the same thing to you as well. CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ checking now, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Alexis McFarland: ::Still in her PJs though:: Chirakis: +Brown+ Keep a close watch. CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ Always. Amanda Davis PhD: ::slight sigh:: I know, Dacia. I just.... just want to be sure that none of us gets the virus. Sierra Robinson: Yeah I suppose I should check this out... Most of the filters on the station are going to need swapping out. Prioritizing which ones will be a challenge, but I think the essential system first, aka life support. Dacia Sandero: No, that's fine. You can never be too safe with that sort of thing. Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps back for the coroner who checks the bag, then wheels it off to be cleaned thoroughly::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Still running, probably in circles. She stops at Alexis' door and chimes.:: Scott Coleridge: Keeping them quarantined shouldn't be too hard. Sierra Robinson: Thank you. :: observes the crewman head out and sighs rubbing her forehead :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears chime, and opens the door:: Chirakis: Inform security that all Pakleds will be screened and quarantined. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Seems wired.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: "I knew this," he told himself. Alexis McFarland: Morning Miana ::hugs:: You seem energetic today. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Sierra Robinson: :: sets PADD down and takes another sip of coffee :: Chirakis: Leave the PADD here. I will secure it. Dacia Sandero: ::helps with catalouging the deceased Pakleds:: CdrBrown: ::sees the ETA for one of the cargo ships slip back by 4 hours:: Chirakis: Any questions, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::puts the PADD back on Chirakis' desk:: Not at the moment. I'm unsettled by this. Tarisa: Miana> I had lots of sugar! It was a new cereal. Lots of marshmallows! My mommy said she regretted it. ::Grins, then spins in a circle.:: Chirakis: As am I. CdrBrown: ::makes a note to follow up with the Caribbean Raider regarding their slip in ETA:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: uses a duster in his store to dust of his merchandise of nick nacks and other things :: Chirakis: Commander Brown is keeping a close watch on shipping. Sierra Robinson: :: To herself :: Relish the good news. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: If there's nothing else, I'll get security on it. mimipavilion: ::pulls up a sample of one of the Pakleds, separates the two to see if there any comparisons and differences:: Chirakis: Very well. Contact Lt Garand for assistance. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: I see! You're lucky, my mommy never gives me too much. Just a bowl of Kling-O's Chirakis: ::unlocks the door to her office so he can leave::: Tarisa: Miana> Ooooo.... Chirakis: :::steps out behind Scott and secures her office door::: Alexis McFarland: Mmm Sierra Robinson: + Commander Coleridge + Robinson to Commander Coleridge.. Tarisa: Miana> We should run through Commerce! Amanda Davis PhD: :::scrubbing off, changing gowns, wondering how many others will die::: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Isn't that area still closed? Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Coleridge here. ::makes his way to his station:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Shrugs:: Chirakis: :::approaches Brown::: Commander, report. Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Hmm, maybe we can run through the park? CdrBrown: ::looks over at Chirakis, throwing up the shipping display on the main viewer:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail Swish.:: Ok! Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + I'd thought I'd let you know according to our instruments we have had a 40% decrease in Atmospheric Particulate matter since yesterday's clean up..sir. Alexis McFarland: ::quickly changes into a blouse and dress:: Mm, let's go. ::holds Miana's hand as they head to the lift:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Goes with Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: ::slips on a pair of flip flops as they go:: CdrBrown: ::to Chirakis:: Ops Normal. USS Iowa Task Force Bravo is just entering the area, codes check out. The Caribbean Raider's ETA has slipped about 4 hours. Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Excellent. Continue with your cleanup efforts. Let me know if you need more resources. mimipavilion: ::then pulls up the original DNA sequence of both the plant and the Pakled and compares it to the separate bonded sequence:: Chirakis: ::checking the main viewer::: This cargo ship in slip D-5? What is it here for? Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Hopefully we will get some more tips on where the buggers are....and we will get things better...Robinson out. Alexis McFarland: ::takes the lift down to the park area:: Sierra Robinson: :: attempts to brainstorm on coffee :: mimipavilion: ::leans back in her chair:: hmmm CdrBrown: ::pulls up the manifest:: They offloaded spare parts for engineering two days ago, originally planned to depart last night, had a maintenance issue with their plasma ejectors that their engineer is working on. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: begins watering his Marigolds in front of the his store :: Dacia Sandero: ::finishes her sonic shower and changes into some new clothes:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of the club, the beach, it was all weird to think about with the station issues. The dream became the desired :: CdrBrown: Its an older Coral Class freighter, built about 40 years ago. Chirakis: :::long moment of thought::: You have a copy of the manifest? Tarisa: Miana> ::As soon as the lift stops, she starts running.:: Alexis McFarland: ::runs after Miana:: Alexis McFarland: I never knew you were so fast. CdrBrown: ::pulls up the cargo manifest and transfers to a PADD:: This is the reported manifest, let me verify with engineering that they received what's on the list. CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station:: Chirakis: ::receiving the manifest and takes a good look::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts doing laps around a tree.:: Mithraans are natural runners. Alexis McFarland: Hm, I can see. ::smiles, watches her run around the tree:: mimipavilion: ::to self:: This is interesting. Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + Engineering....Robinson here.. Sierra Robinson: :: unfamiliar with a Cdr Brown, but she has not been on the station very long :: Chirakis: +com+ Lt Garand, send security to cargo ship in D-5 to verify their manifest. CdrBrown: +Robinson+ The other day, the Minnow's Revenge delivered some spare parts you all ordered. When you get a minute, please send the list of items received Chirakis: Garand> Aye, Captain. Moving in now. Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + I'll access the LCARS database, stand by Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::Feels nice to be back in the park though:: mimipavilion: Computer location of Lt. Cmdr. Tarisa. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks up to Robinson :: Tarisa: Miana> Wee! ::Runs around.:: CdrBrown: +Robinson+ much appreciated. send it my way when completed, Brown out. Alexis McFarland: ::saw some civilians around and a few Starfleet officers on their breaks, but looked otherwise pretty quiet... takes off her flip flops and runs after Miana a bit:: Scott Coleridge: ::contacts security and instructs them to begin quarantining all Pakleds, regardless of medical status:: Sierra Robinson: :: pulls up parts and technical support section :: Sir...A good I have a Commander Brown requesting a list of Items we received for upgrades and maintenance from a ship called the Minnow's Revenge. Amanda Davis PhD: :::clean and semi-refreshed, she reenters the secure area to check the rest of the Pakleds::: Tarisa: Computer> Lt. Cmdr Tarisa is located in the Science Lab 1. Sierra Robinson: :: finds file :: mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia you have medical, I'll be in science. Sierra Robinson: Interesting name for a Ship....Did you want to speak with the Commander sir? Dacia Sandero: Okay Sierra Robinson: :: displays requisitions from the Minnow's Revenge for the CENG :: mimipavilion: ::exits medical to go to Science lab 1 via TL:: Amanda Davis PhD: Pakled> ::turns to face Amanda:: Green man. Say okay. Eat plant. Get... infor... :::dead:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask :: mimipavilion: ::arrives in Science and goes to lab 1:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Holding back her tears::: mimipavilion: ::enters the lab:: Tarisa: ::Looks up from her terminal as Mimi enters.:: Doctor? What brings you here? Sierra Robinson: I'll send it out now sir... Sierra Robinson: + CdrBrown + On your way sir.. Sierra Robinson: :: sends :: CdrBrown: +Robinson+. Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson. Sierra Robinson: Yes sir? CdrBrown: ::looks at Engineering’s list of received items and compares to manifest:: Amanda Davis PhD: +com+ Dr Davis to Captain Chirakis. All the Pakleds are dying. Only a few are left. One gave me a message. CdrBrown: ::send the cross reference to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm sorry. I have not been myself since I got back. This job is harder now until I get back 'into' it. Sierra Robinson: :: wonders...Minnow's Revenge sure is not Starfleet...perhaps some of those Ferengi Parts ? :: Chirakis: +Davis+ Send the message to my office. mimipavilion: Well, I was looking at the current DNA sequence of the Pakleds and compared them before they ate the plants as well as the plants original DNA sequence, if that's what it is. But is it possible the plants are somehow altering the Pakleds DNA? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles as they run around the park:: Amanda Davis PhD: +Chirakis+ Yes, ma'am. Sierra Robinson: Well I think we will get through our calamities...we are not down for the count yet. :: smiles behind her mask :: mimipavilion: I mean to kill them. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just had a realization a bit ago...does not help things. I am observing the work loads. Sierra Robinson: work loads sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: This would have wrecked me as Prani... the Yith have great senses of smell. Nijil tr'Korjata: On the work board, what we send our teams to fix, if the computer can't fix it. Sierra Robinson: Right... Sierra Robinson: :: looks :: Chirakis: :::the tablet at her side sends a message::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I think other than the big plant issue, we are doing well. Chirakis: :::she reads and turns it off:: Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: If it was engineered to do so? Yes. ::Brings up a couple of holo images on the table she was working at.:: It is possible that the Pakleds have achieved an unknown goal. So the best course of action would be to wipe out the witnesses. Sierra Robinson: Nice to see sir.. Tarisa: Sorry if I made this grim. Alexis McFarland: ::catches and snuggles Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I've heard inklings of what's going on with the Pakleds... mimipavilion: ::thinks:: ok ::looks at Tarisa:: It's not a problem. Dacia Sandero: ::checking in on some the live Pakleds:: Sierra Robinson: :: listens :: mimipavilion: I'll let Chirakis know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: TBS is 5 hours to bring us to 2 pm. Chirakis: At that point we will have a conference to understand what is happening. Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Chirakis: Comments from Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope. Chirakis: Very well. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Who Watches the Watchers Captain Chirakis paged through the latest information from several areas on station as well as communications from the Joint Allied Powers and secure messages from Rendezvous October. Admiral Solokov seldom took time to rest. He had often been found sleeping on his office couch—without a wrinkle in his uniform. How he managed that was anyone’s guess. Kirel faced the screen as soon as, “Good morning, Kirel. Or is it evening?” came from Admiral Solokov with a sigh as he massaged the back of his neck and called for coffee. “Good evening, Admiral,” she replied, putting her PADD aside. “And it is indeed evening. How you manage to keep yourself going for so long is startling to say the least.” “Eh… Kirel. You do the same.” Leaning back, Solokov called for coffee, and nearly drained the mug before proceeding. “I understand that you have a request for personnel,” he continued now more relaxed and thumbing through the PADD next to him. His brows furrowed as he continued to read, considering the several angles that he and Kirel had been discussing over the last few days. As commanding officer of Rendezvous October the admiral's usual conversations were somewhat clipped decisions that allowed him to move quickly from one question to another or one operation to another. Working with and for Chirakis Kirel was another matter. "I am considering your request, and the present situation in Aegis—plants, I believe?” “Apparently several variants of the same plant that seem to have taken hold of several areas of the ship.” “And you haven’t pinned down the culprit that began this situation yet?” “Admiral,” Kirel began, leaning toward the screen, “The plant seems to multiply exponentially, and in varied types. Engineering, Science, Medical, and Security personnel are working together to rectify the situation… so no, sir. There might be one ‘culprit’ or there may be many.” Solokov’s lips pursed as he put his PADD aside and relaxed in his chair, obviously considering several components of the situation before asking, “And the work of your security personnel is extensive, I am sure,” he mused. “How many covert operatives have you trained so far?” "Approaching 200 on rotation, shifting assignments at random." “And have they drained Drankum’s bar yet?” He chuckled, calling for another mug of coffee. “I imagine that they enjoy their ‘work’.” “Indeed they do, Admiral,” she said with a grin. “You should visit sometime. They’ll give you their Tier 1 tour, which includes… of course… a ‘dip’ in the training pool.” “...with my arms and legs tied, of course. Perhaps another time, Kirel, but thank you for your invitation. Now…” He flipped over his PADD. “Clandestine operators. Have you any aboard the station?” “We have a few, Admiral.” “And how many do you need?” “As many as you can spare.” Solokov nodded. “Given our situation with the Alien Alliance and knowing that Aegis is at the pinnacle of danger, your request is valid and is granted. Our best operatives will be briefed immediately. Be aware, Kirel. You will garner information via a secure code, but you will not know who sent it, nor will you know who they are.” “Thank you, Admiral.” “Good hunting, Kirel.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |4 September 2020 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.170 TBS is 13 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local. The Pakleds who came aboard Aegis wanted to sell sections of the station, especially decks one through 142: subspace communications, power core, phaser ring, monitoring and analysis, torpedo launchers, phasers, and other classified areas. Lt Garand and Captain Chirakis are aware and Commander Coleridge will be apprised, but no one else on station will know of the danger. We suspect the Alien Alliance duped the Pakleds to attain their goal. The presence of deadly plants on the station also point to the Alien Alliance. Therefore, in addition to Aegis covert operators, Admiral Solokov will send clandestine operators to keep a close watch throughout the station. At the moment, Cdr Coleridge is leading an engineering team to remove dangerous plants on deck 98. The plants are a forest of high carbon scrubbing vegetation that not only stinks, it compromises the structural integrity of the bulkheads by weakening the duranium alloy. They have finished clearing the environmental subsystem hub and there is no serious damage to report.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 8/28/20 = /\ = = /\ = 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 = /\ = TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Strange plants have appeared on station. Diverse types of the same plant are growing in different areas. When found, personnel are beaming them into space. Science is investigating two variants and watching for others. An unidentified stranger brought the plants aboard. Now the Medical Complex is filled with icky sickie Pakleds. They... are... not... smart. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= CdrBrown: ::grabs his coffee from the replicator and walks back to the TAC console:: Chirakis: ::in her office, going through information regarding the Pakleds::: Jylliene: ::off duty for the evening, heading toward medical:: Scott Coleridge: ::with the engineering team on Deck 98, sweating profusely in the environmental biohazard suits because 5 hours of work still hasn't cleared the environment subsystems hub of this plant infestation:: mimipavilion: ::finishing up with some paperwork in medical:: Chirakis: :::subspace message to Rendezvous October and Adm Solokov::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Though the crisis with the Pakleds, plants...anything that begins with "P" continues, Nijil feels a calling stronger than any of them: dinner :: Annisha: :: Playing on her PADD :: Jylliene: ::enters medical:: CdrBrown: ::taps his console a couple of times, bringing the short range display up:: Sierra Robinson: :: on deck 98 assisting with the uncomfortable work of cleaning up the plants :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sticky, sweaty, needing another suit, but she did have dinner:::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Helping cleanup operations on the commerce level :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: in his store :: Chirakis: :::steps out of the office::: Jylliene: ::glances around:: Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Well here's one piece of good news. ::gestures at his tricorder:: I've confirmed that no spores were distributed through the ventilation hub here. mimipavilion: ::hears the doors open and goes to the doors of her office:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in her quarters curled up on the couch reading some reports on variable plant genetics::: Dacia Sandero: ::relaxing in her quarters, still wearing a breather mask to block the smells permeating through the station:: CdrBrown: ::watches the shimmer of another plant being beamed into the vastness of space:: there goes another one mimipavilion: ::sees Jylliene:: hi Jyl Jylliene: Doctor Pavilion? Tarisa: ::In her office, reading.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Korjata here. I have not forgotten Prani's invitation to dinner. As you can imagine, things have come up. Jylliene: ::grins:: Ah, there you are. Sierra Robinson: Okay Commander....well ...then the ones that zinged me must have come from somewhere else. Alexis McFarland: ::was also given a mask from some random medical person, relaxes in her room after having dinner with her family:: mimipavilion: What can I do for you? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil too had a padd in hand, but he was playing no game :: Jylliene: It's long past time I checked in with you, but we've had crisis after crisis... Chirakis: Commander Brown, take over Tactical and be my second... :::deep inhale::: In case something happens. CdrBrown: ::nods:: yes ma'am. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hums as she chimes on Alexis' door.:: mimipavilion: I know. Jylliene: I probably need whatever would be a standard prenatal exam. Sierra Robinson: :: hears the chief tone in through her suit :: + Korjata + I understand sir...I am up to my..ankles in Pakled plants on Deck 98 at the moment. Alexis McFarland: ::goes to the door and opens it:: Hello. CdrBrown: ::punches his codes in and assumes the Tactical console:: Scott Coleridge: Oh, the *scent* of the plants is definitely proliferating through the ventilation systems. But I was very concerned that this hub would let them spread spores throughout the station. If that had happened... ::shrugs:: might as well move to a new station. mimipavilion: ::nods:: let's get you checked out. Annisha: :: Leaning against the wall outside her quarters, mask over her nose and mouth :: Jylliene: ::nod:: Alexis McFarland: Hey Miana. What's up? ::steps aside to let her in:: Tarisa: Miana> Hi! ::Big smile as her tail swishes.:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::clean uniform, suits up to delve into Pakled city::: CdrBrown: ::hears "in case something happens":: are you expecting company, Captain? Jylliene: ((Take me down to the Pakled city where the folks aren't bright and the scents aren't pretty...Take...me...home..)) Sierra Robinson: Yes Commander... we dodged a bullet. I wonder if they are just selecting planting locations based on available resources we provide... Chirakis: :::steps closer to Brown, almost whispering::: Commander... be vigilant. That is all that I will say. Tarisa: Miana> I finished dinner a while ago, so I came to see what you were doing. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Alright. I am watching the cleanup from all angles. CdrBrown: ::nods in agreement:: aye mimipavilion: ::starts scanning Jylliene:: Alexis McFarland: Ah, I just finished my dinner too. It's a lot better with these masks on. I was just relaxing in my room. Chirakis: ...and if it is company, let it be someone with Romulan ale. Annisha: :: Gets up from the wall and starts walking towards the Alexis place :: Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + Understood... Scott Coleridge: That's a good question. But for now we need to focus on getting rid of the plants. How much longer do you think it will take to clear this area? CdrBrown: ::throws the long range sensor display up:: Tarisa: Miana> Oh. Wanna do something for a while? CdrBrown: Or some good bloodwine. Alexis McFarland: Sure! What did you have in mind? Jylliene: ::is scanned:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees where Jy likely is, having heard her mention it somewhere...sometime. Time was a luxury his body had not adjusted to just yet. :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs with a smile.:: Sierra Robinson: :: lifts a plant and sets it in the pile to be beamed out :: Like weeding a garden.....:: rests for a second :: Chirakis: Hm.... I prefer ale. Thank you anyway. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, we can head to the park, or play holo-games in my room. CdrBrown: ::smirks: Roger on that. ::taps his console:: Annisha: :: Arrives, hits the chimes: Beep beep boop boop :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps in to assist the very ill Pakleds:::: Sierra Robinson: :: stomps around in hazmat suit :: And beaming the weeds out in clumps.... Tarisa: Miana> I am fine with both. mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan:: Well it seems that you and baby are doing well. Alexis McFarland: ::Opens the door again:: Hey Annisha. We were just beside what to do, park or holo-games in my room? Jylliene: Good to hear. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees the environmental systems are still stressed :: Jylliene: Anything specific I should be watching out for in carrying out my duties? Annisha: :: frowns :: Well, I heard from a reliable source the park is closed. Tarisa: Miana> Aw Annisha: They are checking for those stinky plants. Sierra Robinson: :: Taps her combadge :: + TR 3 + Another batch to beam out...energize at will.... Alexis McFarland: Ahh... I see. That sucks. mimipavilion: As far as I can tell, just the stress. I hope the plants aren't making it too difficult for you. Scott Coleridge: ::scanning a nearby bulkhead:: The plants have also compromised structural integrity. Nothing serious, but we'll need to replace several of these bulkheads once this crisis is over. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne's nose bothered him still, the scent lingering in all corners of the commerce level :: Annisha: Na, au don't see. Au smell. Annisha: :: laughs :: Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Amanda Davis PhD: +Mimi+ ::in her suit in the secluded area::: We have lost one. Sierra Robinson: :: watches the plants dematerialize in front of her :: Bye bye... :: walks over to Commander Coleridge :The damn things are rooting in the bulkheads. Oh....frak..that is not good.: CdrBrown: ::sips his coffee and continues his routine scans of the surrounding area:: Alexis McFarland: We can play holo-games in my room then. mimipavilion: +Amanda+ Understood. Annisha: Is it Holo-ween yet? Amanda Davis PhD: +mimi+ We need a secure body bag. Alexis McFarland: Still a couple of months away... Sierra Robinson: Where the hell did these Pakleds find these things.....:: thinks out loud :: Jylliene: Not too difficult yet. But I've been keeping my distance. Scott Coleridge: Mmhmm. And they produce a compound that weakens the duranium alloy. Jylliene: I should let you get back to your duties. When should I check in next? Scott Coleridge: I wonder... mimipavilion: +Amanda+ I'll get you asap. I'm with a patient at the moment Amanda Davis PhD: +mimi+ Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears a voice, familiar :: Hello? mimipavilion: ::Jylliene:: One month from now. This will be a monthly thing until it gets closer. Sierra Robinson: Sir...have we communicated to Starfleet yet about this finding? This stuff gets growing in a freighter somewhere, a disaster will occur. Annisha: There are only several thousand games Jylliene: Very well. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, and I feel like I played them all a dozen times already ::giggle, setting up her holo-projector thing:: Jylliene: I'll see you in a month. Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Starfleet is aware of the situation, and so far we haven't heard of these plants appearing anywhere else. Small blessings. Chirakis: ::begins her usual pace, waiting for a reply from Admiral Solokov::: Jylliene: Well, officially, anyhow. Sierra Robinson: :: clomps around in the uncomfortable hot...hazmat suit to another area to scan :: Jylliene: ::grins:: Nijil tr'Korjata: /// Nijil... /// Jylliene: Good luck, mimipavilion: ::nods:: See ya in a month. Nijil tr'Korjata: Who's there? :: Goes around a corner :: Jylliene: ::stands, heads out of medical:: mimipavilion: ::goes and gets specialized body bag and beams it into the quarantine area:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene+ Dinner? Or is there no safe place? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits as Alexis sets up.:: Sierra Robinson: Okay... maybe they were shipped over in seed form . Which might make them harder to track... Alexis McFarland: ::plays a go-kart racing game with her friends:: Jylliene: + Nijil + If there is any place not as affected by the current situation. CdrBrown: ::looks up at the main viewer just as a plant floats in front of the camera, filling the screen:: Jylliene: ::heading otherwise toward the quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra: Believe me, the cargo inspection department will be receiving a very stern refresher course on bio-contaminants after this is over. Chirakis: :::as she passes by Brown::: (w) USS Iowa and Task Force Bravo are en route to take over Task Force Charlie. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ The Nei'rrh.. :: laughs :: Sierra Robinson: Someone might take up growing it for the Narcotic usage Science suggested...as well. I:: responds to Commander Coleridge :: Cannot fault them really for something out of left field..but now we know about it...so no excuse. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Not such a bad idea. Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing, but she keeps going the wrong way.:: CdrBrown: ::taps on his console:: (w) understood. Annisha: :: Looks over the catalog of games :: mimipavilion: ::goes and updates Jyllienes file:: Alexis McFarland: ::doing ok, but gets hit by a shell:: Ahh. Sierra Robinson: :: waves her tricorder around :: I think we may have it cleaned out.... Unless my Tricorder is gummed up. Amanda Davis PhD: :::takes samples of the Pakled body before zipping up the body bag and securing the external container::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::makes a few notes to check on next shift:: Scott Coleridge: I have located an ancient presentation software in the database called "PowerPoint." According to anthropologists, it was regularly used to make people uncomfortable in presentations. It has a technology called a "star wipe," which I assume entails constructing a microfusion reactor, so it will take me some time to prepare the presentation for the inspection people. Scott Coleridge: Oh good. We can finally get out of these suits and take a break. Sierra Robinson: Powerpoint? Hmm sounds like a weapon. And I need a beer. Tarisa: Miana> :;Drops a banana peel, but then falls off the track.:: Sierra Robinson: :: follows Commander Coleridge :: Alexis McFarland: Hmmm.. See anything else you like Annisha? ::finishes 8th:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the TL:: You've earned it. But I need a shower first. ::TL:: Crew quarters. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Meet you on the flight deck... Scott Coleridge: +Ops+ Coleridge to CnC. Jylliene: +Nijil+ I'll be there shortly. CdrBrown: ::just musing out loud:: I'm not sure beaming these things to float in space is the best idea.... +Coleridge+ Go Ahead. Alexis McFarland: ::Looking through the list of games for something they all might like and be better at:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Captain, we've finally finished clearing the environmental subsystem hub on Deck 98. No serious damage to report. Chirakis: ::nods to Brown:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to the flight deck... :: Chirakis: +Scott+ Excellent, Commander. Sierra Robinson: :: in her suit still :: I have to take extra precautions until this plant crisis is over.....I am vulnerable to something it produces.. I have to wear a mask at all times now. Tarisa: Miana> ::Doesn't finish. She just logs out.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Watches them pick games.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives on the flight deck, looking for his...err, the station's Rihan shuttle :: Sierra Robinson: I got to head to engineering and swap out... Then off to liquids for a cold one. Alexis McFarland: ::leans closer to Miana:: CdrBrown: ::smiles at Scott's report:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sighs in sadness, then continues working with the others::: Scott Coleridge: ::reroutes TL to hit engineering first, since that's closer:: Sierra Robinson: Thanks.... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees the ship :: mimipavilion: +Amanda+ When you finish rounds. Go off duty and get some rest. Jylliene: ::reaches the flight deck as well, and sees Nijil:: Scott Coleridge: ::Sierra:: Have a good time. I'm afraid I'll be knee-deep in plant-related issues for several more hours. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Grabs a coffee from a local shop, sniffs it for smell :: Sierra Robinson: Aye sir....:: lift opens at Engineering and she stomps out in her suit :: Good day.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves her to the shuttle :: Chirakis: :::slow pace toward the commerce level overlook, checking on her operatives::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: looks out from his storefront at the rather empty commerce deck :: Alexis McFarland: This one's not bad.. ::chooses some co-op game where they have to save a princess:: Scott Coleridge: ::slumps against the TL bulkhead as it continues its journey towards quarters:: CdrBrown: ::runs the evening's cargo ship traffic report and plots reported positions on the chart:: Jylliene: ::boards the shuttle:: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Engineering bypassing the greetings and goes to a service room to change..:: Alexis McFarland: It's too bad all the places are closed. It'd be fun to continue our quest in the holo-suite. Alexis McFarland: Wait.. are the holosuites closed? Chirakis: ::::a slight ping sounds at her side and she takes the tablet that is attached to her uniform::: Jylliene: ::has a seat on board:: Much better. ::grins at Nijil:: mimipavilion: +Amanda+ Amanda did you hear me? Amanda Davis PhD: ::blinkblink::: +Mimi+ Apparently not. Go ahead. Alexis McFarland: ::starts playing the first level:: Annisha: :: Watches her two friends :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::sorrow at the death of the Pakled:::: Sierra Robinson: :: takes a seat and removes her gear ... having to sit down to rest a while :: mimipavilion: +Amanda+ When you finish rounds. Take off and get some rest. Tarisa: Miana> ::shrugs:: I am not sure. CdrBrown: ::stretches his back and cracks his neck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: goes to the table in the back of the craft :: We can sit at the table. Jylliene: ::nods:: Jylliene: ::moves to the table:: Should have assumed. Did you ask Annisha to join us? Amanda Davis PhD: +Mimi+ I’m in the Pakled secure area. They’re very ill. Should I leave anyway? Scott Coleridge: ::enters his quarters:: Computer, play something by Shouar. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets two drinks from the replicator :: So, everything alright? It feels like a long time since we spoke. (still has not shed his Yithian accent ) Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Probably is, everything else seems to be. Chirakis: :::taps away a reply to Admiral Solokov:: Scott Coleridge: ::heads immediately for the sonic shower:: Nijil tr'Korjata: What shall we have? Sierra Robinson: :: slowly gets up and puts her suit into a decontamination slot :: Chirakis: ::turns to Brown::: USS Iowa will appear within the hour. Their code is... :::taps:: CdrBrown: ::turns back to Chirakis:: Understood, I'll keep an eye out for them. transport only or do you want to grant docking? Chirakis: Captain Kelley or Commander Reyes will inform you. Grant what they request. If there is a question, forward it to me. mimipavilion: +Amanda+ Delta shift will tend to them. Jylliene: Not sure. Some kind of braised meat, perhaps? What do we have programmed in here? Annisha: Have au guys eaten? Sierra Robinson: :: places her facemask on and exits the safe room, upon checking in with the duty officer she retires to her quarters to clean up :: Jylliene: And did you say if you had asked Annisha to come, or is she going to be with her friends? Alexis McFarland: ::smiles as some snacks and drinks are brought in:: Yeah, I had dinner about an hour ago. Nijil tr'Korjata: It has a standard Starfleet database. :: thinks :: Last she told me she was heading to Alexis' place. Amanda Davis PhD: +mimi+ Very well. Tarisa: Miana> ::nods.:: Me too. Nijil tr'Korjata: Or she faked her biosignature and is off the station. Alexis McFarland: And now we have snacks. Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::eats a piece of cheese:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::hoses off and sheds her gear::: Jylliene: Okay. Braised meat, then. Your choice of vegetables. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah, I found something... :: programs the replication, and soon after the sound of the materialization results in a dinner for two :: Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the sonic shower feeling much better:: mimipavilion: ::wraps things up and heads up to the CnC for a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Brings two places to the table. Nijil struggles with them as the replicator made the plates very warm :: Ow ow ow...ow mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC:: CdrBrown: ::looks over at the TL doors opening:: Doctor Pavillion, good evening. Amanda Davis PhD: :::showers, throws her clothes into the recycle bin, and slips into a new suit::: mimipavilion: Hello Commander Brown Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm glad you did not want fish. I had so much of that when I was with Muuhi. The Yith really like fish. Chirakis: :::turns to see Mimi::: Annisha: Well, perhaps I can get a meaty tasting food bar. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Chirakis:: Alexis McFarland: ooh, food bar. ::takes a chip and eats it:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Doctor. What can I do for you? Sierra Robinson: :: decides to treat herself after that hard work, noting that she could well be doing the same thing again tomorrow. She puts on some casual attire and heads for the Commerce level with her mask on :: Scott Coleridge: ::dresses in a fresh uniform and has a quick bite to eat:: mimipavilion: I'm afraid one of the Pakleds has passed away. Chirakis: :::slow nod::: Thank you, Doctor. I assume that the body has been properly prepared? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Yes ma'am Jylliene: Wasn't in the mood for it this evening. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: We should go to the beach soon if we get time off. Sierra Robinson: :: walks the relatively empty commerce deck, which still has a slight touch of that....odor :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: starts to eat :: CdrBrown: ::eyes on the screen, but can feel the somber tone in the room:: mimipavilion: ::nods taking a step back:: Take it has been a somewhat eventful day. Chirakis: Definitely. mimipavilion: Understandable. Scott Coleridge: Computer, stop playback. ::puts his dishes back in the replicator:: All right, Scott. Back to work. Chirakis: I believe that the same is true for all in Medical. mimipavilion: Agreed. Amanda Davis PhD: :::wants to go to her office, but is unable to concentrate so she will leave it until tomorrow::: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives at Liquids for that beer noting the establishment is....basically empty, she takes a seat at the the bar looking at the sleepy bartender and places her order :: Sierra Robinson: Bartender> No customers with this stench aside from fleet. Please fix this. Amanda Davis PhD: :::signs out and exits Medical to go to her quarters::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eats in relative silence... which is very refreshing :: Sierra Robinson: I just spend most of my day removing the stuff....that was causing this....Another day awaits tomorrow. :: gets her cold light beer :: mimipavilion: If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to my quarters and get some rest. Jylliene: ::enjoys the peace as well:: Chirakis: You are excused. :::somber::: Sierra Robinson: Bartender> This would not have happened if THEY had not arrived. :: points to a Pakled meandering the commerce deck :: CdrBrown: ::checks the sensors again:: Long and short range sensors all clear, minus our yard clippings. mimipavilion: ::nods and leaves CnC, ordering the tl to her deck:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her beer and just listens to the rant :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears that voice again, but says nothing :: Chirakis: Excellent, Commander. Amanda Davis PhD: ::slumps into her bed, hoping she will be able to sleep::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well done. Somber, difficult, and several other thoughts. Chirakis: TBS will be 0800 the next day. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? CdrBrown: ! Chirakis: Commander CdrBrown: September 16th marks my 20th Anniversary since joining Aegis. It’s come a long way, had its ups and downs. I am glad to see the game going strong, the storyline getting better and better each week. Thank you all for continuing the fine tradition Sierra Robinson: 20 years wow! Chirakis: We are very glad to have you back. And yes, it's been 20 years for Aegis. I believe that this is the beginning of the 26th season. Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Catch and Release As was her custom, between the hours of 16:00 and 20:00 Captain Chirakis wandered through the station beginning with the commerce deck, occasionally stopping for casual conversation, and kneeling to child level as they asked about her uniform: why it was black, what her insignia meant, and where could they get one. The older ones begged for a game until she reminded them that was not the proper procedure on the commerce deck. Occasionally Kirel would glance toward her clandestine operatives. A few perched at Drankum’s bar, whispered indecent jokes, and challenged their latest, fairly young operative to Parrises Squares. Several women gawked at the latest fashions in a store across from Drankum’s, and another relaxed at the fountain to read. Several wandered the area, all different, all casually vigilant. Eventually Kirel entered the Security Complex for a debriefing with Lt Jeremy Garand. Settling into a comfortable chair, she crossed her legs and waited for the lieutenant to secure the door before mentioning, “I understand that our Pakled friends are asking for more than a place to live, Lieutenant.” Garand handed her the scratched up PADD from Lt Hebert. “Yes, Captain,” he replied, taking a seat next to her. "Security has been following them throughout the station, often telling them what areas were off limits. Of course,” he continued on a sigh, “they obeyed but whispered several things that I wouldn’t repeat.” “Um…. go on, Lieutenant,” Kirel replied, paging through the PADD—at least the parts that were clear enough to read. “The reports we’ve received from several areas of the station say that they are not exactly looking for a place for them to live, they are getting ready to sell off sections of the station.” Kirel stopped cold and looked up somewhat surprised and definitely amazed. “They actually believe that they can sell parts of the station.” “Apparently, Captain.” He swiveled his chair and engaged the main screen. “The areas they want are two-fold, Captain. The areas outlined in green are where the Pakleds want to live. The areas in red are…” Kirel’s expression darkened as she slowly stood to examine the screen. “Kahless,” she began “Decks one through ten. Subspace communications, power core, phaser ring...sensor monitoring and analysis, decks seventeen through twenty-eight… power core torpedo launchers… phasers… then 142 and below. Lieutenant, have you spoken to anyone else about this?” “No, ma’am. It is marked Top Secret Compartmentalized.” “And keep it that way. This PADD is now mine. If I am needed, I will be in my office.”

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |28 August 2020 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 TBS is 5 hours - the time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Strange plants have appeared on station. As a precaution, wherever they are found personnel beaming them into space. Diverse types of the same plant are growing in different areas. So far, science is investigating two variants and is watching closely for other strains. An unidentified stranger on the commerce deck originally brought the plants aboard. Pakleds began growing and selling them. The Medical Complex is now filled with Pakleds who ate the plant and became exceptionally ill. At this point, the most important situations on station are illnesses and the rapid growth of these plants in different areas of the station.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 8/21/20 = /\ = = /\ = 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 = /\ = TBS is 0 hours - the time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. All Pakleds are quarantined in the Medical Complex. The eradication of deadly plants continues. Some plants have different DNA. Some plants are colonized in the environmental systems hub on Deck 98. Internal sensors are used to locate and beam plants off station. Where did the plants come from? Who brought them aboard? Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Chirakis: ::in her office, considering too many things:::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::wiping down some gooey Pakleds::: Scott Coleridge: ::on his way to Deck 98 after a brief stop to suit up:: Sierra Robinson: :: sitting upright on biobed :: Dacia Sandero: ::checking some bio signs of a group of Pakleds:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: not sick but is obeying the quarantine in sickbay...sits in a non sicko area :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking lab results in the life science lab:: Chirakis: ::exits her office, noticing that Cdr Cayne has taken Lt Kenickie as requested::: Jylliene: ::going though the usual reports:: Chirakis: ::approaching Jylliene::: Anything new, Commander? Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha in the arboretum:: Jylliene: No, ma'am. Jylliene: Afraid not. Sierra Robinson: :: notes sickbay is...well occupied with Pakleds....many of them...more than she thought were on the station :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watching the computer build a hypothetical environment based on sample B:: Chirakis: Which means that everything is as normal as we can expect at this point ::sighs::: Thank you, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::can hear the complaints of the Pakleds in her office and sighs:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taking the new officer around the station :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sad so many of his fellow Pakleds are sick...why did their travel agents give them something that would make them sick? :: Sierra Robinson: :: pages Nurse :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working furiously around the engineering deck :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well that is interesting. Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps out of the Pakled area and sheds her gown to take a fresh one::: Annisha: :: With her friends, as always :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::peaks in on sample A's progress:: Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + Robinson to Commander Korjata... Chirakis: ::takes Cayne's place in tactical::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I am here, barely. mimipavilion: ::checks on the Pakleds through the monitors:: Chirakis: :::logs in and... of course... the universe seems to be deteriorating, at least in her mind it is... but that's fairly normal::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::jotting notes:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::hoses off and takes a seat before resuming Pakleditis::: Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + I am alive...just awaiting to find someone to get me back to work... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Relays a message to Kital :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: taps on window next to Amanda Davis PhD :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Back to life? I could use you back in main engineering, if you are released. mimipavilion: ::a bit sore from sitting, goes and checks on Sierra:: mimipavilion: ::enters Sierra's room:: Hello. Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + I don't think I am on there radar at..the...oh I will get back to you. Jylliene: ::sees note:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::: a corpsman takes her place, and Amanda is very thankful::: Sierra Robinson: Doctor... Hello...I was looking for someone to see if I can...well....return to work. mimipavilion: Ok, let's get you checked over. Amanda Davis PhD: :::Goes for tea::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: notes he wasn't heard and returns to his seat in the quarantine area. mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder and scans her:: Sierra Robinson: I don't think I have had an allergic response like that in my entire life...:: puts her finger on her chin :: No..definitely not. Chirakis: :::throws up the tactical report on the main screen::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Kital... asking if the CnC is alright :: mimipavilion: Hmmm... Jylliene: ::sends return message that CnC is doing fine:: Sierra Robinson: That..stench...floored me. Literally... it was some sort of pollen wasn't it? Jylliene: ::other than the worn carpet where Chirakis would pace:: mimipavilion: ::closes the tricorder:: It seems that you are fine. ::pauses for a moment:: I believe it was. Science is still working on the two samples we have. Amanda Davis PhD: :::in the medical break room, sipping tea and relaxing for a while:: Annisha: :: to Miana and Alexis :: I should have had something else for lunch.. or not at all. Sierra Robinson: Is there anything you can give me..to protect me from that .....uhm....pollen..and bad reaction? mimipavilion: A mask. Sierra Robinson: Chief really needs me down in Engineering.....I could where a moon suit if needed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::computer finishes composing the probable environmental requirements for Sample B:: Chirakis: :::shifting the screen from main to tactical screen and gets the urge to pace:: Alexis McFarland: I'd like to go to Blubby's, but the commerce level didn't smell great last time I went there. Chirakis: ::calling Lt Draze to take tac while she wears the carpet down:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::inputs those results into the database for cross-reference with known planets:: mimipavilion: Your choice in whatever makes you feel comfortable. Annisha: The whole place stinks. Sierra Robinson: sure... whatever ...uhm in the future when things settle down....can I have a sit down with you ....to go into more detail. Alexis McFarland: ::holds and snuggles Miana:: Mm, yes. It seems to smell the worst there. Amanda Davis PhD: ::glances over when the captain paces by::: Annisha: Probably my father.. :: stands with her arms crossed in front of her :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: of course. In the meantime, I'm releasing you from here. Sierra Robinson: Thank you Doctor ...sorry I tied you down. I will wear a suit outside of my quarters. Sierra Robinson: Until we have removed all those plants... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::taking some of the rarer elements from the results to create search parameters outside of known planets:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Take care. Sierra Robinson: Hang in there...Doc...:: looks at the Pakleds in the distance :: Dacia Sandero: ::wearing a mask and breather, as she treats some sick Pakleds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shutting off systems to make sure the air can be cleaned :: Chirakis: :::stops next to Jyl.... again::: I don't suppose that you have the Pakled numbers - the sick ones? Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + Robinson to Korjata....can you have a size...:: thinks :: XS environmental hazard suit beamed to my location...I can help you with one on. Chirakis: ::leans against a nearby console, arms crossed as she thinks::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ Right away... few moments. Sierra Robinson: + Korjata + I will be down there as soon as I can sir... Robinson out. Thanks Chief. Chirakis: :::and remembers the information that one of the Pakleds gave to a covert officer in Drankum's:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Beams a small, not extra small, suit to Robinson :: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: walks around his fellow Pakleds offering encouragement :: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Engineering wearing a hazmat suit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears the transporter off to the side :: Robin- oh, I got you a suit one size too large. Sierra Robinson: :: flops around a bit :: Thank you chief..it protected me on my way down.... Jylliene: I don't, but I can ask medical? mimipavilion: ::puts on a mask and breather and goes to check on the Pakleds, sees Peter the Pakled walking around:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: chuckles :: You look like a floppy kitten. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled >:: exits sickbay and notes other non- sick Pakleds outside:: Follow me.. This is too depressing ...to my shop please...we must talk...please follow....:: gestures for the group to follow him :: Jylliene: +med+ Do you have the numbers on the sick Pakleds? Chirakis: ::nods to Jylliene::: Sierra Robinson: Uhm I have to wear a mask....or this until those things are off the station. mimipavilion: +Jyl+ at least 15. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have tried to just not have it on this main level. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Thank you doctor. Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: At least 15, ma'am. mimipavilion: ::hears Peter talk to the other P:: +Jyl+ You might want to have security intercept a group of pakleds heading to the commerce deck. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: leads the healthy Pakleds to the Commerce level where they assemble and listen to Peter Pakled :: Chirakis: Fifteen.... :::ponders::: Jylliene: +Mimi+ Noted. Sierra Robinson: Let me get changed into a better fit....I will be with you shortly....:: smiles ..but a hidden one given the suit :: Jylliene: Ma'am, a group of Pakleds headed to commerce. Doctor Pavilion suggests intercepting? Chirakis: Very well. Inform security. Jylliene: +security+ Ops to security Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::jotting down some theories and begins entering numbers for the computers to crunch:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Ops+ Cayne here Jylliene: +security+ Group of Pakleds heading to commerce. Doctor Pavilion recommends intercepting. Captain approves. Sierra Robinson: :: goes to a safe area to change :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Ops+ We are on our way. :: gets up and runs :: Dacia Sandero: ::still working and checking the bio signs of the sick Pakleds:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: talks to the quiet group of Pakleds in front of his store :: Do not eat plants...do not eat seeds...they were wrong... Stay Safe...Stay Healthy. Chirakis: ::Jylliene;:: Ask Dr Pavilion to be sure that the Pakleds are not sick. Jylliene: Should security be taking them to her for that determination? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Makes it to the commerce level :: mimipavilion: ::goes to Dacia:: Any changes to our patients recently? Chirakis: I'll take care of that, Commander. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: continues :: We ....were told this was a good place to live.. So we came, with Free travel....and free food... But...free food was bad....but people here are not...Just different.. Sierra Robinson: Pakled Female> But they don't like us..... Chirakis: :::moves away to consult Lt Garand regarding taking the Pakleds to medical::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Points out the Pakleds :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> We are different.... that is why... but..we must....become good neighbors...and friends... Amanda Davis PhD: ::goes back to work in a clean suit:::: Sierra Robinson: Big Pakled> But they got us sick. Dacia Sandero: ::looks to Mimi:: Not drastic, fortunately.. for now. They seem to be responding well to treatment thus far, but it's still early days of course. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> I don't think so.....but...we will find out. mimipavilion: ::nods and exits the quarantine area and cleans up:: Sierra Robinson: :: arrives changed out in better suit :: Sierra Robinson: Okay where to boss? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> But....we must find out where plants came from...and Starfleet can help. If we help...Maybe we can stay. This is our Pakled Plan. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: turns and spots station security :: Be nice everyone. Chirakis: +com+ Commander Coleridge, any progress? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Approaches the Pakleds :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: puts hands up...then the rest of the Pakleds put hands up :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> We mean no harm... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: But we got harm. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> So...did ...we. Sierra Robinson: Deck 98...was the reported issue place....is that still the plan? Chirakis: +com+ Commander Coleridge. Respond. Chirakis: :::concerned:: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> No trouble we want...only cure..for our families... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working as his master display :: Oh, let me check. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 6 pm. Chirakis: That will give us time to get all drippy and grungy with Pakled things. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew. Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |21 August 2020 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 TBS is 0 hours - the time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. The eradication of deadly plants that emit an unbelievably putrid stench on the station is continuing. A majority of the commerce level is clear. Security is clearing the plants from all other areas. All Pakleds are quarantined in the Medical Complex, even if they are medically fit for discharge. Security is monitoring the Pakleds in the Medical Complex. Some strains of the plant have different DNA and it is possible that some have colonized the environmental system’s hub on Deck 98. Internal sensors are used to locate and beam plants off station. In short, Aegis is dealing with a very strange, putrid, and deadly attack. The question is where did the plants come from and who brought them aboard.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 8/14/20 = /\ = = /\ = 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 = /\ = TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1200 hours (12:00 pm) Aegis Local. The station is on yellow alert. The plants cause a caustic, toxic stench. Some might contain narcotics and/or metagenic enzymes. Some personnel are quarantined in the medical complex. Commander Coleridge has increased the efficiency of the scrubbers. The plants that were in the medical complex have been beamed into space. We get word of USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt have been found in the nebula. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Sierra Robinson: :: on biobed in sickbay :: Chirakis: ::steps out of her office into CnC:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Thinks she might be with Wyatt still:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks up on Robinson:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha, not sure what that awful smell is:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, glad that the plant is out of medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::very busy in the medical quarantine area::: Sierra Robinson: :: opens her eyes :: Dacia Sandero: Careful now. You're in the sickbay. mimipavilion: ::also treating those in the medical quarantine area:: Tarisa: ::On CnC, using the internal sensors to locate and beam off more plants from the station.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowning as the smell assaults her senses.:: Chirakis: :::approaching Jyl::: I understand that there is a problem with the communication system? Sierra Robinson: :: mutters ::: What ... I recall fainting in engineering... Amanda Davis PhD: ::geared up in a suit::: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, checking over the status of the environmental systems:: Jylliene: Slightly. Sierra Robinson: :: reaches for her forehead ::...Stench..there was a stench. Jylliene: Working on it. Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana, sprays an aerosol spray in the air to try to mask some of the odour:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Thankfully. We do not need anything else to happen. Jylliene: We definitely do not. Chirakis: Commander Kital, call Lt Kenickie to CnC. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Sierra Robinson: Is everyone alright down there? Dacia Sandero: Yea, we got a medical emergency from someone in engineering and beamed you over here. Glad to see you're doing better, I would assume it's due to the odour permeating through the station maybe? Dacia Sandero: I think so? Jylliene: +Kenickie+Ops to Lieutenant Kenickie Chirakis: ::quietly:: we'll see if the communication system is working properly. Kansas Kenickie: +OPS+ Kenickie here.. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Eyes up the people passing her::: Jylliene: +Kenickie+The Captain would like you to report to the CnC. Kansas Kenickie: +OPS+ on my way Tarisa: ::Frowns as she works.:: I found stray plants in the Commerce level. Transporting now. :;Energizes.:: Kansas Kenickie: :::Glances around... spots a lift Runs ----> That way:::: Sierra Robinson: :: thinks :: It isn't that damn plant is it? It would not surprise me. But...I dunno Jylliene: She's on her way. ::to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::checks the chrono, hoping that her credentials have been certified by security, and if not... hell to pay in security::: Tarisa: ::Begins expanding her search.:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Pushes people out of her way::: Make a hole people. Chirakis: ::nods to Jyl:: I'll be in my office. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ...with the door open. Jylliene: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes stabilizing environmental systems:: Kansas Kenickie: :::Slips into the lift::: CnC! Scott Coleridge: ::turns his attention to status reports from department and section heads:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::sweating in her suit as she works with the Pakleds::: Amanda Davis PhD: :::but even sweaty, she's fairly cool::: Scott Coleridge: ::reinforces instructions to the security officers guarding the quarantined Pakleds: do not allow the Pakleds out of quarantine even if they've been certified medically fit for discharge:: Kansas Kenickie: :::Steps onto CnC:: mimipavilion: ::also in a suit:: Amanda, go take a break. I got it from here. Sierra Robinson: Ensign Tantas Mar> :: disembarks from his his shuttle ready for his first assignment ...the Bajoran male Looks around noting a peculiar aroma....:: Jylliene: ::to Kenickie:: She's in her office, Lieutenant. Kansas Kenickie: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::checking a few things as she waits::: Sierra Robinson: I was...troubled with springtime allergies... Kansas Kenickie: :::Walks up the office, stands in the doorway:: Ma'am Sierra Robinson: But not nose bleeds like that. Chirakis: ::turns:: Enter, Lieutenant. And close the door. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working down in engineering at the environmental systems :: Dacia Sandero: I see. That is interesting. Tarisa: ::Frowns as she looks up from the SCI console.:: I am detecting possible targets within the residential levels. I will need security to confirm before I attempt transport. I will forward locations. Kansas Kenickie: ::Steps in pushes the button to close the doors::: Sierra Robinson: :: wonders where that uniform of hers went...it looked bad if she recalled :: Chirakis: Have a seat :::sits at her desk::: mimipavilion: ::taps Amanda on the shoulder:: Did you hear me Amanda? Kansas Kenickie: ::reluctantly takes a seat:: Dacia Sandero: So how're you feeling now? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working around the commerce level, but the smell was getting to him. :: Chirakis: :::pulls up her files::: I understand, Lieutenant, that you are well versed in covert operations. Tell me of your latest. Sierra Robinson: Ensign Tantas Mar> :: may the prophets be with me ....:: walks to security office :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::;grabs a nurse to assist with Pakled vomiting::: Sierra Robinson: well...I think you cleaned me up..it appears...but I am a bit unnerved....over what happened... mimipavilion: ::luckily is at the end of the biobed of the vomiting Pakled:: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I think we all are. This smell seems to be throughout the station. Tarisa: ::Forwards possible plant locations within residential levels to Security.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: What's the status of the plant eradication? Annisha: :: With her friends again, trying to not think about the outside :: Kansas Kenickie: Am I in trouble already? Chirakis: ::lifts a brow::: Should you be? Chirakis: ::leans forward:: I would like information on your latest covert operation. Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: I believe to have the majority of Commerce clear. I have sent coordinates in residential for security to confirm. Sierra Robinson: But...I didn't like get sick like the Pakleds....I'm not puking my guts out.....I bled my brains out instead...which....has me ...worried..: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Glad he was not a Yith right now, the smells would have knocked him out :: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Do you want to take a break? Chirakis: You do not need to be specific, A general outline will do. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh my, yes. Thank you. And maybe change this suit. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good work. I believe I saw some reports that some strains of the plant with different DNA were turning up? Is that proving a challenge when it comes to locking on to the plants? Dacia Sandero: That does concern me too . We can keep you here for the night under observation. mimipavilion: ::takes over Amanda's patient:: Go ahead I'll finish up with this patient. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sad so many Pakleds are ill ...strolling the empty commerce deck..:: Chirakis: Or perhaps it would be better for you to tell me your best area of expertise. :::has a PADD on her desk that has that information but would like to hear it from her::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Possible. I know that Lt. Dran was checking on the park for possible anomalies. Sierra Robinson: I am probably low a quart....:: sighs :: Kansas Kenickie: Hand to hand combat, I have expert knife skills and I don't really second guess my actions. Amanda Davis PhD: :::walks through the sanitizer area, removing the suit and replacing it with new::: Kansas Kenickie: or hesitate Scott Coleridge: The last thing we need is for there to be some strain of the plant that eludes us, and then it goes on to mutate further… or someone further cultivates it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still holding her nose. The airspray didn't help much with her sensitive nose.:: Smell...bad... We need fresh air... Chirakis: So, hand-to-hand is your best area of expertise? Alexis McFarland: That's the bad thing about being stuck in space... Kansas Kenickie: ::nods::: Yeah I think I excel there. Sierra Robinson: Where are you from Doctor? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Agreed. Kansas Kenickie: Most people don't like to get up close and in someone's face. Tarisa: Miana> There must be a place that smells better. Chirakis: Very well.... :::checking her area of expertise thoroughly::: Dacia Sandero: Me? I was born in the Virgin Islands, but mainly grew up in London. Dacia Sandero: Where were you from? Chirakis: True. Sierra Robinson: California region....Sur...Southern...not too far from the Academy. Alexis McFarland: I wish I knew where. Chirakis: Have you ever worked in an area such as this station? Tarisa: Miana> Anywhere but here... ::Frowning.:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, that's a nice area. Always liked going down to LA after classes to unwind. Kansas Kenickie: I have never been on a station ::Looks uncomfortable in her chair::: It will be a learning curve. mimipavilion: ::finishes up with Amanda's patient and goes to another Pakled to tend to:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::into the shower, getting rid of the smell::: Alexis McFarland: ::nods, hugs Miana:: Yea, maybe we can go somewhere. Alexis McFarland: Maybe the arboretum? Lots of trees and plants mean more oxygen? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: wanders into lift.....:: Administration. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Chirakis: A learning curve. ::nods::: Definitely. Sierra Robinson: Yeah..nice climate...lots of neat assembly plants building shuttles... Kansas Kenickie: Anything I should be aware of or look out for? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: hums as the lift takes him to.....Administration :: Chirakis: ::relaxes back in her chair::: Lieutenant, I sense your anxiety. It is almost overwhelming. However.... Dacia Sandero: I remember seeing those yes. Chirakis: You have never been in a situation like this, especially on a starbase. Am I correct in believing that you have never worked with a team? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the lift with her friends:: Kansas Kenickie: Expendable teams. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: doesn't realize that the lift will not take him to administration ...so he just stays on board....until it stops :: Chirakis: Explain. Sierra Robinson: That is what got me started... Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily follows.:: Kansas Kenickie: Missions that, as long as one person got the intel out and the rest didn't make was a good mission. Alexis McFarland: ::enters a lift and heads for the arbouretum Chirakis: :::her posture is relaxed, more listening than judging::: Kansas Kenickie: I have been the solo team member recovered many times. Sierra Robinson: :: Peter Pakled in Lift :: Hello :: looks to Alexis McFarland :: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> I'm lost. Chirakis: :::mulls that over a while::: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: Hello. Where are you going? Kansas Kenickie: I am here because the "Know it alls" think I need a change. Chirakis: Ah. Now *that* I understand. Kansas Kenickie: or a change of pace, they are worried I have seen to much death Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: looks to Girls :: Need Boss of Station...People Sick...Bad Plants...I know where many are... Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Where? Chirakis: ::slight grin:: I have been placed in areas with "know it alls" as you have. Kansas Kenickie: Death is my gift, I avoid her and hand her out. mimipavilion: ::finishes with patient and moves on to the last sick Pakled:: Chirakis: In fact, that is why I am at this station instead of my team in SI5. Alexis McFarland: I don't think you can get to Boss of Station. It's restricted. Maybe Boss of Security? But I don't know where he is. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hides behind Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: (w) Or who he is. Kansas Kenickie: I don't think I needed a break, I am good at killing people and getting my mission done. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Oh sorry...sorry ...Uhm...Tell Boss...Deck 98....Pakleds...grow stuff there..for free... Chirakis: +Cayne+ Commander, my office. Now. Chirakis: Killing. Alexis McFarland: Deck 98? Kansas Kenickie: I have 86 confirmed under my belt Alexis McFarland: Maybe I'll tell my aunt. She's a doctor on the station. Maybe she can tell Boss of Station. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> Uh...sorry...I leave...your friend scared of me...I leave....:: exits lift :: Tell Boss I am in Store....Deck 98.... Chirakis: You seem to be very forceful when it comes to fighting and killing. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Chirakis+ On my way. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: waddles away :: Alexis McFarland: ::does so telepathically:: Chirakis: And you consider that an honor? Alexis McFarland: Bye. ::wave:: Kansas Kenickie: It's a job well done. Chirakis: Can you do that without killing? Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled > :: waves and smiles :: Bye! :: waddles back to Pop Up Store :: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up, after her telepathic conversation with Alexis:: Uhh, uh oh. Tarisa: Miana> ::Quietly.:: He had the bad smell on him. Sierra Robinson: Doctor? Scott Coleridge: ::looking at his to-do list:: Beam plants off station... confirm Pakled quarantine... order lunch... oh, didn't do that one yet. Alexis McFarland: Yeah I noticed.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters the lift, and the lift arrives at the CnC :: Kansas Kenickie: Yeah, but where is the work in that. Kansas Kenickie: I mean I can choke people out instead or go for a non-death shot. Kansas Kenickie: But my job is security. mimipavilion: ::finishes up with the last pakled, leaves area through the sanitizing area, removing the suit and goes to change and shower:: Ugh. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters Chirakis' office :: Dacia Sandero: Sorry, I had a telepathic talk with my niece who apparently came into contact with one of the Pakleds in the lift. He apparently told her the plants are growing from Deck 98. We'd better get someone to check there. Chirakis: Close the door, Commander. :::nods to Cayne::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches the door close behind him :: Sierra Robinson: Deck 98....Deck 98 :: thinks :: Carbon scrubbers....Oxygen generation....wait they got in there?!?!? :: tries to get up :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the environs struggle :: Chirakis: Have a seat, Commander. Would you explain, in general terms, to Lt Kenickie how you work in SI6. Kansas Kenickie: ::Glances up:: Commander. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: returns to his Marigolds smiling :: Dacia Sandero: Careful now. Not too fast.I don't know what's down there, but maybe we should get someone to check it out. Maybe Security? Amanda Davis PhD: :::clean gear, feeling better, back to work::: Alexis McFarland: ::they make their way to the arboretum:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Walking with Alexis.:: Chirakis: For instance... Sierra Robinson: Okay...just tell someone to send a team in there and inspect it for...that plant....Perhaps that is where the scrubbers are being overwhelmed... Dacia Sandero: Perhaps.. I'll go find Mimi. Chirakis: In covert operations, have you been more apt to work covertly or kill someone? Dacia Sandero: ::looks around for Dr Pavillion:: mimipavilion: ::after finishing her shower and re-dressing goes to her office to work on updates:: Dacia Sandero: ::she heads to Mimi's office and presses the chime:: Alexis McFarland: ::enters the arboretum:: mimipavilion: ::barely getting started:: come in. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I ran recon for them on remote planets to gather information. I stayed in the shadows. Dacia Sandero: Hi, I hope I'm not intruding. But I have some potential info on where the plants are growing. mimipavilion: No I was about to update files on the pakleds. what is it? Kansas Kenickie: ::nods::: sounds easy...... then you get behind them and slit their throats Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I would on occasion push a plan forward, if the timing was right. Chirakis: :::thinks a moment::: I would like you to take Lt Kenickie to security and.... :::quirks a brow:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's not exactly quiet, but perhaps another division. Dacia Sandero: I heard from Alexis who talked with a Pakled on the turbolift, that there are plants growing in Deck 98. Perhaps security or science should check it out? Chirakis: Lieutenant, you seem to enjoy killing. Kansas Kenickie: Oh no it can be quiet. Scott Coleridge: ::frowns:: That's odd. mimipavilion: ::wide eyed:: Ok then. +CnC+Pavilion to CnC Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Coleridge here. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops here, go ahead doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Daydreaming to a moment from his recent experience :: Chirakis: Thank you, Lieutenant. Step out for a moment... wait outside my office. Kansas Kenickie: mM last 5 years have been on tac elimination. mimipavilion: +Scott+ There are plants growing on deck 98, send a security and science team there please. Sierra Robinson: :: attempts to rest :: Kansas Kenickie: Yes ma'am :::Steps outside:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Decides to size up the deck officers::: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Acknowledged, Doctor. That explains some strange readings I have here. Thank you for the heads up. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. Interesting officer. Dacia Sandero: Robinson thinks that is what might be causing the air systems to be overwhelmed. I hope that's the case. Chirakis: ::as soon as the door closes:: Indeed Commander.. In fact, I am worried about her words. She seems to enjoy killing more than gleaning information. mimipavilion: +Scott+ You should thank Alexis, she was the one who talked to one of the pakleds, then she told Dacia about the situation. Dacia says Robinson thinks that's what causes the air systems to be overwhelmed. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I was just going over the latest environmental systems diagnostic, and they're still overloaded. That makes no sense, given how many of the plants we've removed. But if plants have colonized the environmental systems hub on Deck 98... ::frowns:: Jylliene: Not good, to say the very least. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Surely Starfleet Security knew this before she got here. She may be a hot iron that needs tempered. Chirakis: I would like you to take her to security, sit down, and talk to her about covert operations vs clandestine operations. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Noted. We will give her some kind of ribbon. Alexis McFarland: (yay!) Chirakis: Indeed they did. Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::smiles:: +Scott+ I'm sure she'll like that. Jylliene: Can we do the same transporter usage to help clear that out? Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Coleridge to engineering. We've received credible information that the Deck 98 environmental systems hub is compromised. I'm heading there to evaluate the situation. Please send an engineering team to meet me there. Chirakis: Lt Garand may assist if you wish. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Staring at a screen showing the ventilation systems working. A cat and mouse game of plant parts vs the humanoids :: Tarisa: Miana> It does not smell as bad here. Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I'll have to see how thoroughly they've infiltrated the systems. I'll be on Deck 98. Have a security team meet me there. You have the CnC. Chirakis: Questions? ::to Cayne::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe they thought ahead and believe we have future threats that would require this kind of work Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: hopes customers return :: Jylliene: Yes sir. Jylliene: +Sec+Ops to security Tarisa: Commander. ::To Scott.:: I recommend suits. Sierra Robinson: :: notes things getting a bit quiete :: Chirakis: Garand> +OPS+ Security here. Go ahead. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I say let her get used to how we operate, keep her busy in her field, trained in what she knows. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Excellent recommendation, thank you. ::Jylliene:: Pass that on to the security and engineering teams, please. Jylliene: +Garand+ Commander Coleridge would like a security team to meet him on deck 98. With suits. Sierra Robinson: Crewman Wrench> :: walks up to Nijil Korjata :: Sir..I have the weekly water consumption report.. Chirakis: Garand> +OPS+ Copy that. Chirakis: Garand> :::gathers his team and sends them out::: Jylliene: ::nods to Coleridge:: They're on their way. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Ok.... TBS will be Zero. Chirakis: Comments, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |14 August 2020 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 TBS is 4 hours - the time is 1200 hours (12:00 am) Aegis Local. The station is on yellow alert. Something produces a costic, and possibly toxic stench in the air. Some are nauseated, but those who eat the plants, especially the Pakleds that could have brought them on station, are extremely ill and are quarantined in the medical complex. Lt Dran had found altered DNA plants in the park. One of the two types of plant might contain narcotics and/or metagenic enzymes that could change someone’s DNA. The indestructible plant is in a containment field in science. The other is being examined in the medical complex along with samples of leaves and soil. Commander Coleridge has increased the efficiency of the scrubbers. A station-wide advisory has gone out to avoid any and all contact with the plants, and to report any sightings of them outside the commerce level. Emergency filtration masks, gloves, and suits are being used as a precaution when working to decontaminate the station. Meanwhile, the plants that were housed in medical have been beamed into space.

As the 25th season begins, Aegis finds itself preparing for war. With the disappearance of the Breen, freedom has come to those who were held captive as slaves for several generations. They began to explore new worlds, many of which were in Joint Allied Space. Some settled peacefully and were welcomed inside and outside of Joint Allied Space. Others that preferred dominance over peaceful existence formed the Alien Alliance that used a nebula string to move freely into and out of Joint Allied Space. The Federation and Joint Allied Powers soon realized the aliens' thirst for conquest and began to prepare for war. As Captain Kelley of USS Iowa explained, "The Alien Alliance is not only establishing itself throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. Intel on their ships and armaments, most of which were stolen, is unbelievable. If they bring us to war, Kirel? It’ll make every other war look like a party… and Aegis will be in the center.”

Welcome to the Jungle Chirakis Kirel Welcome to the jungle We take it day by day If you want it you’re gonna bleed But it’s the price to pay. ~Guns & Roses Kirel sat at her desk, flipping her stylus repeatedly and occasionally bouncing it off the wall. Whether or not her hits were heard outside her office did not matter. What did matter was the station and its inhabitants. She was approaching the fourth year since setting foot on Aegis, ordered to be “the eyes and ears” for that area of space, according to SI5 Director Torak. The stylus ricocheted off the wall and into her open palm, unscathed. The rest of her team—Staff Sergeant Resssk, Lieutenant t’Pak, and First Lieutenant Sonny Lucas—was scattered, reason unknown. But there is always a reason...flip As a starbase located in neutral space between former Breen space and the Joint Allied Powers,* innumerable situations arose. The Deosi escaped from the Breen, the Breen drew themselves into subspace never to be seen again, an exploding star forced the evacuation of ch’Rihan, and… ...the Argesil conspiracy erupted...flip. None of which she wanted to remember. Named for the location of the first evidence of high Federation officials' questionable practices, Argesil became the Federation’s Watergate. To counteract suspicious activity, Rendezvous October, a covert operation center located just outside Ferengi space, was activated. It brought together operatives from Federation Security, Starfleet Intelligence Division 5, Starfleet Intelligence Division 6, and the Tal Shiar, among others. To this day, Rendezvous October remains a covert operations center. Argesil’s supposed conspiracy slowly passed, and now we deal with the Alien Alliance. A cadre of freed Breen slaves became mercenaries, pirates, and marauders, preparing to take over the Joint Allied Powers. A string of nebulae runs from former Breen space through Allied Powers space. The Alien Alliance is establishing stations throughout the nebula string, taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. To protect and defend the Joint Allied Powers, four polished Federation Akira Class Starships were built for frontier patrol. Task Forces USS Missouri, USS Iowa, USS Calgary, and USS Toronto continually patrol our borders and monitor the Alien Alliance. Unfortunately, as a new, securely established space station, Sky Harbor Aegis is the perfect location to establish Alien Alliance headquarters… ...which brings us to the present. Putting the silus aside, Kirel rocked back in her chair to contemplate. Security details found a cluster of small, simple, curious, and trusting aliens living below decks, working for a person or persons unknown. After adopting a simple way of communication, they were taken into protective custody and eventually found a colony that would take them in. These so-called gremlins could easily have been the first of many innocent species to be manipulated by the Alien Alliance. A few days ago a strange and possibly dangerous plant was sold on the commerce deck. Lt Dran’s testing revealed that one species of the plant could not be killed, but a subspecies could contain narcotic and/or metagenetic enzymes. One plant is in quarantine in the science laboratory, the other is in the medical complex with the Pakleds, who were eating it. It is possible that they could have brought it aboard. Until the situation is resolved, quarantine is in effect. “Lieutenant Garcia to Captain Chirakis.” Apparently she had been absorbed by recent situations. “Enter.” A young, fairly new security guard stepped through the opening door and came to attention. “Your presence is required in CnC, ma’am.” “At ease, Lieutenant. Is something wrong with the communication system?” “Only in certain areas, ma’am.” After a moment of thought, she replied, “Very well,” and entered CnC, wondering what would happen next. Welcome to the jungle, where anything can happen anywhere, any time, for no apparent reason. ______________________________________________________________________________ *Joint Allied Powers Bajora, Ferengi Alliance, Klingon Empire, Romulan Star Empire, the United Federation of Planets.

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 8/7/20 = /\ = = /\ = 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 = /\ = TBS is 20 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Lt Kenickie comes aboard Aegis to join security and covert operations. Science and engineering are examining the strange plants sold on the commerce deck. The plant might contain narcotic and/or metagenic enzymes. One plant is in containment and the other is in medical for examination. The tr’Korjatas are discussing Annisha and Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are trapped in the nebula. A Starfleet runabout has entered the nebula to find them. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::at her desk in CnC, checking over several reports::: mimipavilion: ::in medical looking over the strange plant:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, treating some Pakleds:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::with Mimi::: It does have a very strange smell. Kansas Kenickie: :::Not sure if I am still with my guide or not:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: It does, doesn't it. Sierra Robinson: :: walking from her quarters to her shift :: Chirakis: :::wondering where Cdr Cayne is taking the new Lt this time:::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping peacefully.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sprawled out in her bed fast asleep:: Jylliene: ::reading the previous shift's report:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meets up with the Lt.:: Ah, there you are. Kansas Kenickie: ::Turns around::: Sir Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hated mornings... and it felt a bit like evening still as he walked to his morning shift :: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my.... :::minimal sneeze:::: Tarisa: ::Sitting at her desk, reading. A cup of hot tea and a breakfast pastry are close by.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are you ready for a tour of the commerce level? Amanda Davis PhD: :::dons a mask::: Annisha: :: Eats her breakfast. Still suspicious of everyone. :: Kansas Kenickie: Commerce? Sierra Robinson: :: stops by Liquids on the Commerce Level for some Hot Coffee to go :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Where the shops and restaurants are. mimipavilion: ::grabs a mask as well:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Starts his walk :: I am sans coffee at the moment...so I am dragging. Never was a morning person. Kansas Kenickie: Sure thing, let's take a look Chirakis: :::sniffs the air, wondering what it is::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the engineering level. The big doors swish open to the activity within :: mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder and scans the plant:: Sierra Robinson: :: at the Liquids Bar :: Double sugar please...thank you. Amanda Davis PhD: ::pulls on gloves and has her scanner ready in case Mimi wants her to assist:::: Kansas Kenickie: I try not to take in too much caffeine. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the park surveying the foliage for anything out of the ordinary:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: To each their own. :: steps into a lift :: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs her pillow:: Mmm.. Amanda Davis PhD: ::muffled in the mask:: Didn't I hear something about dangerous chemicals in these plants? Kansas Kenickie: :::Looks around the commerce area:: How many stores are there? Sierra Robinson: :: awaits and checks the Federation News Network feed on any updates :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A product of many long missions. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How many? Hmm.. Nearly 30. Kansas Kenickie: Are we responsible for their security as well? mimipavilion: ::luckily she's back a bit from the plant:: Yes, a narcotic type chemical. ::struggles to get anything from the plant:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Even more places to eat. Blubby's, the Ferengi fast food place for instance. Kansas Kenickie: Or do they supply their own? Sierra Robinson: Bajoran Barista who is hustling with the rush> Hot Coffee..sugar twice and cream?? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I perform both external and internal security. Chirakis: :::sniffs again:::: Sierra Robinson: Can I get a lid for that? Kansas Kenickie: do I? Chirakis: ::putting her tablet into its holster, she stands and approaches Jylliene::: Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opening the Pakled Pop Up Store :: mimipavilion: ::turns to Amanda:: This plant is not giving any useful readings. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Internal for now, external when we need. No doubt :: gestures to a window :: we will be needed out there soon. Jylliene: ::glances up as Chirakis approaches:: Chirakis: :::waits until she is not as busy as she is now::: Kansas Kenickie: I am not a fan of guarding Ferengi. Jylliene: ::nods to the captain:: Sierra Robinson: :: receiving lid and napkins makes a quick exit to get to Engineering :: Kansas Kenickie: Most of the time they get what they deserve. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They 'try' to keep on the up and up...within the regulations of Starfleet protocols. They do a brisk business. Could it be a front? Alexis McFarland: ::opens her eyes and smacks her lips, decides to stay in bed anyway:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: shrugs :: Chirakis: Commander... have you any idea what that smell is? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a sample of some fungus:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So, if I may ask, why a space station? Or was this not your choice? Sierra Robinson: :: arrives in Engineering Coffee in hand :: Jylliene: Other than very off-putting, no, I do not. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets all twisted in her blanket like a pretzel. Still sound asleep.:: Kansas Kenickie: This wasn't my first choice, but I go where they tell me to go. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in the center of the main engineering level, talking to people :: mimipavilion: I need to report this to science as well as CnC. Chirakis: And.... no reports regarding that smell.... interesting. Jylliene: None as of yet. The shift has barely begun. Chirakis: True. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to the large 3D Holo display of Aegis where CENG Korjata is discussing things with the team :: mimipavilion: ::sends a message to CnC and science that the plant in medical has yielded no results and that there is a smell emanating from said plant:: Tarisa: ::Finishes her breakfast, she shuts things down and head out of the lab.:: Alexis McFarland: ::yawns, and closes her eyes after checking the time:: Jylliene: ::hears a beep, looks at an incoming message:: Oh. This could be something. Annisha: :: Eats her energy bar and heads out of her quarters :: Jylliene: Message from medical, says there is a smell emanating from a plant they are studying. Chirakis: Actually... it smells like.... what do you call something that comes out of the mouth when one is ill? Sierra Robinson: :: listens in, not to interrupt :: Jylliene: ::stifles an internal queasiness at the thought:: Chirakis: I see..... and it is that powerful? Nijil tr'Korjata: ... I know this is not what we are used to on this station, but my time with the Yith taught me some things. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: sniffs and wonders where the that...stink.....is coming from :: Jylliene: ::shrugs:: I shall ask. They may not know we're smelling anything up here. Scott Coleridge: ::enter the CnC:: Jylliene: +Med+ Ops to medical. Kansas Kenickie: What are you expecting of me Sir? mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Mimi here Tarisa: ::Takes a lift to CnC. Once she arrives, she is almost floored by the smell. She covers her nose and mouth.:: Jylliene: +Mimi+ Just how strong does that plant smell? We've got a rather off-putting odor up here. Amanda Davis PhD: ::listening::: mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ It's rather strong here that we're wearing masks here in medical. Didn't realize that it was that strong. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: walking along, close to those Pakleds :: Chirakis: :::nods to Tarisa as she moves to the main science station::: Jylliene: +Mimi+ What was the origin of the plant? Sierra Robinson: Bajoran Barista> :: mentions a gross smell to her supervisor :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Notices a caustic smell of unknown origin. Cayne's stomach started to turn :: Oh my g/// mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ What was reported to me was that it was brought by the Pakleds. Chirakis: :::scans for reports of smells::: Jylliene: ::inward groan:: +Mimi+ Thank you, doctor. Scott Coleridge: ::notices a smell:: Ummm mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ No problem. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: starts to wretch :: Smells like the inside of a Horta. Scott Coleridge: ::heads over to Ops:: Is that from the plants? Jylliene: ::cuts com:: Captain - the plant that medical is studying is from the Pakleds. Sierra Robinson: :: listens to the CENG discuss the Yith :: Kansas Kenickie: :::Looks around at all the shops::: Any of these I should be keeping an eye on? mimipavilion: ::to Amanda:: Now we need to get rid of this plant immediately. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::collecting some pollen traps she set up around the park:: Chirakis: Hm... there is a trail on the commerce deck that engineering is cleaning up. Alexis McFarland: ::zzz:: Tarisa: ::Trying to breathe through her hands. Ears completely lowered.:: Why...does...it...smell? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to other engineers :: They had a different set of work standards, so in the next few days I will lay them out for all to comment on. Annisha: :: Knock knock knocking on Alexis' door :: Chirakis: :::looks to Tarisa::: Emergency equipment ::points::: You might want to slip on a mask if you need to. Chirakis: ::sighs and walks away from the main system::: Sierra Robinson: :: ponders :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or a nose. mimipavilion: +Tarisa/Tae'Lynn+ We need to get rid of this plant here in medical, anyway we can get samples of the plant and get it off the station. Tarisa: ::Nods, as she is already looking a little pale. She pops open the gear and equips a mask. It takes a moment, but she is feeling better.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I smell bile.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Wish I did not know that. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: It is a horrible smell, Commander. Kansas Kenickie: ::Sniffles::: is that normal? Scott Coleridge: ::goes to the engineering station on CnC:: I'll see if I can increase the efficiency of the scrubbers. Chirakis: An excellent idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Continues :: And... :: notices a series of alerts from the environmental systems :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Smells? Yes. This bad of a smell? No. Jylliene: ::goes for a mask too:: Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and opens the door:: Hello? Kansas Kenickie: Good thing we aren't in engineering. Sierra Robinson: :: notes environmental :: mimipavilion: +Tarisa/Tae'Lynn+ do you respond? Alexis McFarland: ::rubs her eyes:: jolan good morning. Amanda Davis PhD: ::::dons gloves to examine the plant::: Should I take a sample, Doctor? ::to Mimi::: Amanda Davis PhD: Or have you already taken one? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Commander, could we somehow lock on to all of the plants on the station and beam them away? Annisha: It's your master. :: evil laugh :: Nah, it's just me. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Let's get a leaf and some soil. Tarisa: ::Composes herself.:: +Mimi+ You should be able to get samples with no trouble, unlike the specimen that is in containment. Sierra Robinson: Detecting a dramatic spike in Particulate matter.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +CnC+ Commander Cayne here. We have a very acute smell on the commerce level. Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. Wanna go see if Miana's awake? She's just next door. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishes the survey of the park:: mimipavilion: +Tarisa+ Understood. We're getting on it right now. I'll let you know when you can get rid of this plant here in medical. Sierra Robinson: :: feels a sneeze coming and holds it :: Alexis McFarland: ::still in her PJs:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: I haven't seen a reason why we can not, Commander. Sierra Robinson: Sir...:: to CENG Korjita :: Kansas Kenickie: Do you know where my quarters are? Far from this area I hope mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: I'll get the leaf and you get the soil samples. Let's move quickly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: opens up the display :: Hmmm, several reports of smells on the station Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes Lt.? Chirakis: +Cayne+ Scrubbers are working hard, Commander. Use the emergency masks if you need them. Kansas Kenickie: Or is medical expecting me for a once over. Sierra Robinson: It is a Particulate.....we could increase usage of the scrubbers.... Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I suppose we'd need to be careful to isolate only plants that are not being held by humanoid lifesigns, to avoid beaming people into space. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We should get some filtration masks. This way. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Actually close to my sharpshooter. Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::heading for a lift at the edge of the park:: mimipavilion: :: after getting one leaf off, grabs another just in case:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Opens up a box at a junction. Grabs two masks :: mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: Do we have enough soil samples? Kansas Kenickie: :::Follows him::: I can take the smell... or is it a health reason. Sierra Robinson: We will need to find out what is causing it though...hmm...:: puts hand on forehead and takes a step back :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Smell could be something else. Put this on. :: hands her the mask :: Sierra Robinson: Damn allergies... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Has a skeleton view of the station. Smelly areas in green :: mimipavilion: Amanda? Kansas Kenickie: ::Slips the mask on::: have you always been security on this station? Annisha: When exactly do au get up ? Sierra Robinson: Orders? Nijil tr'Korjata: Hope the environmental systems can keep up. Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: seen putting out ...Marigolds :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Puts his mask on as a breeze fills the commerce level :: Chirakis: +Dran+ Chirakis to Lt Dran. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::arrives at the lab and starts loading samples into analyzers:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That smell is close. Tae'Lynn Dran: +Chirakis+ Dran here. mimipavilion: ::notices the amount of soil samples:: Ok I think we're good. Chirakis: +Dran+ Is there a possibility that these plants are extremely dangerous? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Do you want help programming the targeting scanners? Sierra Robinson: :: puts her hand on the console :: Woah...dizzy. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Please. Nijil tr'Korjata: Computer, seal off the main engineering level. mimipavilion: ::pulling Amanda back:: +Tarisa+ Please get rid of the plant here in medical. Tae'Lynn Dran: +Chirakis+ Quite likely I imagine. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets out his phaser :: Sierra Robinson: :: sneezes into elbow...:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like I'm gonna phaser it away... Chirakis: +Dran+ Apparently it is affecting the commerce level. Going to yellow alert. Chirakis: ::looks to Jyl::: Sound yellow alert. Scott Coleridge: ::joins Tarisa at science:: Load up the DNA profile from your scans. Annisha: :: pokes her head out of Alexis' quarters :: Ewww... Tarisa: +Mimi+ One moment. ::Gets a lock on the medical plant.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Chirakis+ I am just beginning to analyze samples from the park. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Captain, we're working on a plan to get rid of the plants with the transporters. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This will help. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good, medical can be our test run. Sierra Robinson: :: walks over and takes a seat not looking too good noting a bloody nose and blood on where she stifled her sneeze :: Oh dear... Tarisa: Ready to energize. Scott Coleridge: Scanners calibrated. Energizing. Chirakis: Excellent, Commander. The air could be very dangerous. Jylliene: (Oops. sorry, drifting off.) Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Plants in medical are beamed into space. Jylliene: ::Yellow alert sounded:: Alexis McFarland: What happened? Sierra Robinson: Nijil I think I need to visit sickbay... mimipavilion: ::sees the plants disappear...permanently:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Must be one of these Pakleds. Chirakis: :::Scott::: Is there a possibility that whatever is left on the station could be deadly? Tarisa: Miana> ::Suddenly wakes up a screams.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks her over :: If you must. Can you walk there?> Tae'Lynn Dran: ::jotting down notes as data starts to come in:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You'd have to ask medical. Tarisa: ::Begins on targeting more plants, specifically those on Commerce.:: Scott Coleridge: It looks like we can lock on to the plants with transporters and beam them off the station, though. Alexis McFarland: Yellow alert? Sierra Robinson: ::: I think..so...gets up tries to walk and collapses unto floor...with blood from her nose, ears:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I recommend setting the scanners to only lock on when there are no humanoids within a 1-metre radius, just to be safe. mimipavilion: ::gathers up the samples and takes them to Science:: Dacia I'm going to Science with these samples. Scott Coleridge: We might miss a few plants this way but it's less paperwork. Chirakis: ::nod::: +Mimi+ Dr Pavilion, are residual specks in the air and on the station dangerous to inhale? Amanda Davis PhD: :::staying here::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: We'll start decontaminating the station deck by deck, but it'll take some time. Tarisa: Miana> :;Runs out of her quarters, still in pj's. She has a blanket wrapped around her. She bangs on Alexis' door.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Very interesting. ::taking more notes:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens the door:: Miana? What's wrong? Kansas Kenickie: ::Hands on hips::: What do you normally do with ::Swirls hand around::: Smell thing, leave it to engineering or are we supposed to do something? Tarisa: ::Makes adjustments.:: We are ready. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Chirakis: :::Scott:: Understood. We will remain at yellow until the situation is no longer dangerous. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Runs to Robinson :: Lt! mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ I wouldn't rule it out. I'm taking some samples from the plant that was in medical to science to be fully analyzed. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Recommend we issue a station-wide advisory to avoid any and all contact with these plants and to report any sightings of them outside the commerce level. Sierra Robinson: :: blood on ears nose and side of lip :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Sickbay+ Beam Lt. Robinson directly to sickbay! Chirakis: +Mimi+ Very well. Proceed. Tarisa: Miana> ::frowns.:: Alarms scared me... I do not feel good....smell bad... Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Energize at will. After you've cleared the commerce level, target other habitation decks next. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wipes the blood on his uniform :: mimipavilion: ::takes the samples to science to be analyzed:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, there's a weird smell. I don't know what it is. I heard the alarms too, wonder what's happening. Sierra Robinson: :: moves her head slightly :: Chirakis: ACTION> Several Pakleds come out of a room on the commerce deck, covered with puke. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Energizing. ::Begins beaming plants not in the vicinity of people out.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh my. :: Points :: Look Lt. mimipavilion: ::arrives in science and sees Tae'lynn:: Dacia Sandero: ::wonders what the smell is as well:: Kansas Kenickie: ::::Starts to not like the people that placed her here::: Kansas Kenickie: Lovely. Kansas Kenickie: Maybe we should get out of the way and head someplace else? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::switching out some of the samples:: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves Tarisa to her work and approaches Chirakis:: This gives me an idea. mimipavilion: Tae'lynn here's some samples from the plant that was in medical. Tarisa: ::Continues beaming as soon as she gets safe locks.:: About 50% of the Commerce is clear. Chirakis: +Security+ Send a HAZMAT crew to the commerce level and take the Pakleds into secluded custody. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, thank you. Sierra Robinson: :: has blood on her uniform..not puke :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Chirakis+ Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: turns to Keneicky :: Great. Dacia Sandero: :;gets a comm from engineering about a medical emergency:: mimipavilion: The plant that we had was beamed off the station. I believe they are beaming any other plants like it off, if there's more like it. Tae'Lynn Dran: Here, look at this. These are samples from the park. In a few I've found altered DNA. mimipavilion: ::takes a look:: Interesting. Sierra Robinson: Sorry..sir.... Kansas Kenickie: Is their puke a hazmat or what made them puke? Dacia Sandero: ::instructs the computer to beam the engineer (Robinson) to sickbay in an isolated ward:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I don't know. Something did not agree with them. Chirakis: ::sighs::: Pakleds..... Sierra Robinson: :: is beamed to Sickbay :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I didn't find any of the Sample B type plants but I think their chemicals have still had an effect. Kansas Kenickie: Annoying Karl> :::Steps into Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is covered in blood :: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: We could use this as an opportunity to keep the Pakleds quarantined while we investigate their possible smuggling operation. Chirakis: Agreed. Quarantine the Pakleds and look for a smuggling operation. Dacia Sandero: ::heads over to where Robinson was beamed to and looks her over:: mimipavilion: ::Nods:: hopefully the samples I brought of plant B will help. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, then. I hope no one was snacking during the sim. Chirakis: So TBS will be until noon of this day. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 August 2020 17 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.169 TBS is 20 hours - the time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Lt Kenickie comes aboard Aegis to join security and covert operations. Science and engineering are examining the strange plants sold on the commerce deck. The plant eaten by the Pakleds might contain both narcotic and/or metagenic enzymes that could change their DNA. One plant is in containment and has proven indestructible. The other is going to sick bay for the doctors’ examinations. The tr’Korjatas are discussing the possibility of their 12-year-old daughter entering Starfleet Academy. USS Rodman, USS Chi Song, and USS Agincourt are trapped in the nebula, reason unknown. Starfleet has entered the nebula to find them.

Beyond Time Nebula 231 USS Rodman’s Commander Julian Trajan wandered among the crew while they gathered and assessed information, then passed it on for analysis. “There’s nothing better than floating through nebular mist in an uncharted nebula,” he whispered as he passed specialist Lt Jim Graves. “Copy that, sir,” Graves retorted, smiling as he continued to work. "Couldn't get better than this." Trajan stopped next to him, crossed his arms and leaned against the console. “Ohhh… you weren’t supposed to hear that, Lieutenant,” he smirked. “Guess I’ll have to dock your pay.” Graves continued working, trying not to return the smirk. “Guess so, sir. That’ll add up to... how many? Somewhere in the hundreds?” “Someth’in like that. I lost count a few years ago," he said casually, looking up at the ceiling. Close by, Ens Tory's jaw dropped and she tossed a questioning glance at Graves. “Guess I’ll just have to go hungry, then, sir.” Graves shrugged and continued to work. “Yeah, well….” Trajan pushed off from the console to give Graves a firm pat on the back. “I have a few apples that need dealing with. That should do you for… well… at least a little while.” Trajan moved on. Graves resumed working. Ens Tory stared for a minute before leaning toward him to whisper, “Is he serious about that, sir? I mean… not letting you eat?” Graves paused in his work and quirked a brow, trying not to laugh. “We do have replicators, Ensign.” Her confusion ended in, “Oh. I…uh… of course sir.” Smart girl. Definitely fresh from the academy. Trajan relaxed at his console before hailing Chi Song, and Agincourt for their daily briefing. It seemed strange that the nebular mist would continue its pace with the same colors, denoted by the ship's personnel as “soft, wispy hues of pale pink intertwined with beige, cream, aquamarine, deep yellow, vividly glittering gold and light blue sweeping around the ships, fading, then reappearing on the other side”. Why didn’t the mist just fade away after a day or two, as usual. He’d explored nebular mist several times before. Why didn't this one dissipate then reappear in a different form? After scouting the nebula for almost twenty days, and the same mist is still here? He elbowed an armrest and leaned back to think while stroking his chin. “Problem, Commander?” Graves asked, turning to face him. “Uh… no, Lieutenant,” he responded, straightening up and pointing to the chrono. “Take over and keep watching that section of the nebula, Jim. I got… well, you know.” “Aye, sir. Report to Starfleet Command.” “You got it,” he replied, stepping into his ready room, then grabbing hold of the door to lean out. “Do me a favor, Jim. Check out Sarah’s dark nebula close to the rift. She’ll fill you in.” He heard only half the ‘eye sir’ before the door closed and Trajan logged on. “You’re late, Julian,” Captain Tzau muttered pensively as he flicked through his PADD. “So is Mirida, so I’m assuming that both of you are wondering about this nebula the same way that I am.” “The nebular mist, Captain?” “Um….” He nodded with pressed lips, then leaned into the screen as Captain Lopez appeared, obviously worn and looking like she hadn’t slept for days. “Marida? Is something wrong?” She sighed, nodding to both. "Yeah. We'll never get out." After a long pause and exchanged looks, Ling leaned back. "What do you mean ‘we’ll never get out’?” “A few days ago,” she began slowly, “we finished exploration on our side of the mist, slipped our information to Starfleet Command and moved out to explore other areas of the nebula. The mist followed us. No matter where we went... it followed.” She paused for a deep breath. “It’s… it’s like a wall, Ling. It literally flipped us over when we tried to punch through. It did some damage to the ship. Sent a mayday to command. No response.” “No response,” mused Trajan. “Come to think of it, I haven’t received anything from command. Have you, Ling?” “No, I haven’t. Apparently something is blocking communication. And we sure as hell need to figure out what’s going on with that mist.”