STSF Jami

Cptn Ja'Lale -> All right, let's get started.. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger team returned to the Challenger from the surface to analyse the samples taken from the surface. Results came back positive for high amounts of radiation in the area and that the area will not be habitable for at least the next 100-200 years or so. Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS was 1 hr. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM John Randall -> ::at his station in engineering, supervising the crew pending the return of the chief:: Cassie Granger -> ::on the bridge:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::on the bridge as well:: H.G. Reed -> :: At her station, researching radiation irradiation techniques. :: Derrick Sabin -> ::on the bridge at the sci station:: Hunter Matheson -> ::not sure but think at helm?:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looking over the sample readings he was sent:: EddieFreeman -> ::entering engineering:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::in sick bay:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (yes, most likely at helm) Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Back on the comm board :: Cassie Granger -> ::in hover mode, checking data, absorbing info from CMTAC:: John Randall -> ::reviewing reports and requests, funneling them through to the chief's computer in his office:: Hunter Matheson -> ::is hovered over:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::On MARDET.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Either concentrating or frantically isolation communications, Hok looked busy :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Interesting findings so far. We'll need to forward ways to dispell or perhaps, harness the radiation to the Klingons and to Starfleet. ::rubs chin"" H.G. Reed -> :: Ignores the hovering, continues her research. :: Cassie Granger -> ::hearing the captain:: Harness the radiation? EddieFreeman -> ::entering the main engineering bay, sitting at a station near Randall:: I'm back. Cassie Granger -> ::moves towards Sabin:: Derrick Sabin -> ::also skeptical about harnessing what is essentially planetary radiation:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Perhaps... one of you suggested it in a report harnessing the radioactive energy into electricity? Or was I mistaken? Hunter Matheson -> ::just the driver:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Thinks the scale of radiation damage is too great to clean up in short order. The time scale was depressing :: John Randall -> ::looks up at the sound of Freeman's voice:: Welcome back, Chief. I see you're not lit up like a Christmas light, so the radiation must not have been too bad. Reports and updates have been sent to your computer. We're just doing the routine stuff. Cassie Granger -> ::turns to Sabin:: Thoughts on that one? Derrick Sabin -> Well, in theory, it could be done. Old earth used radioactive elements to heat steam turbines, but on a much smaller scale. Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the orbit:: Derrick Sabin -> I don't think the Klingons want to enclose their entire planet to create a boiler. EddieFreeman -> I don't feel particularly irradiated, true. Not that I would know what that felt like. ::pulling reports from his office computer to the station he's already at:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Sorry have to go for the night guys. I'll see you all in a couple weeks, cause I won't be here next week.)) Cptn Ja'Lale -> Nor do I.. luckily it is just a small isolated part of the planet that's affected. H.G. Reed -> :: Glances up quickly at Hunter's movement. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::double-take::what?::: Hunter Matheson -> Just avoiding debris. H.G. Reed -> Sorry, bad habit. John Randall -> Radiation poisoning doesn't exactly feel good, sir; I can attest to that from a couple of weeks ago at that nebula. Derrick Sabin -> Even so, sir, we're talking about a continent sized facility. Hunter Matheson -> ::shrug:: Wouldn't want to hit something, especially if it's hot. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Hmm. Indeed.. any other options? Cassie Granger -> ::looks around, calling for ideas:: H.G. Reed -> Not your fault. I startle easily at sudden movements. H.G. Reed -> :: Looks at Cassie :: Should we consider attempting irradiation? Cassie Granger -> ::looking from Reed to Sabin:: Cassie Granger -> How large an area are we talking about? How large is the continent? Derrick Sabin -> ::looking like a puppy about to be whipped::: No offense to our collective creativity, but is finding a solution really OUR problem? John Randall -> Chief, I'm glad you're here; I need to pop up to the bridge to check the status of the shields. The radiation levels outside the ship are slightly elevated, I want to make sure the shields are handling it properly. Cassie Granger -> ::looks to Ja'Lale:: EddieFreeman -> ::looking up to Randall:: All right. Tell me if you need me to do anything on my end. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Not in the long term, it'll up to the Klingons to decide ultimately what they will do.. but they did ask for our assistance and we owe it to them to come up with a few options for them. John Randall -> ::nods as he stands:: Will do, sir. ::heads for the engineering door:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Shakes his head, comms are touchy :: John Randall -> ::heads out into the corridor, and makes for the turbolift; steps in:: Bridge. Derrick Sabin -> I'm just saying, sir, that the Federation must have someone who specializes in this sort of thing, not just the admittedly brilliant crew of a starship. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Corps of Engineers, or Science? Derrick Sabin -> It'll take both, sir. Science to come up with a plan and the engineers to put it together. Hunter Matheson -> ::total focus on helm:: John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and Randall steps out onto the bridge; nods at a couple of bridge crew, and walks over to the engineering station:: Derrick Sabin -> I mean the only reference to a project of this scale is in an Asimov novel. The planet Trantor was totally encased in steel. Cassie Granger -> ::notes Randall's entrance:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods:: I doubt the Klingons would want do that route. ::nods at Randall:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Well, it can't hurt to get their opinion in the matter. H.G. Reed -> :: Listening quietly, wondering who they will call for a consult. :: Cassie Granger -> What's the bottom line on your scans, Ensign Sabin? John Randall -> ::catches the captain's eye, and nods back at him; enters his passcode into the computer, and accesses the shields numbers:: Cassie Granger -> Doable, not doable, habitable or not? Cassie Granger -> Any areas of the planet habitable, or are they all in danger? Derrick Sabin -> ::turns to Granger::: Too many variables. What do the Klingons want to do? What's their time frame? The easiest is just to wait it out and let the area cool naturally. John Randall -> ::taps the comm button at the engineering station:: +Eng+ Randall to Freeman. EddieFreeman -> +Randall+ Freeman here. What do you need? John Randall -> +Freeman+ Chief, can you reroute some power to the port side plasma inducers? The radiation level seems to be the strongest there, and I need to shore up the port side shields. Cassie Granger -> Unfortunately, our mission parameters indicate that the Klingons do not have the capability of accomplishing this on their own. That's why they called in the Federation. Cassie Granger -> Over mining created the explosion of Praxis and their military expenditures exceeded their ability to repair the damage. Derrick Sabin -> "Not having the capability" implies they want to do something in the short term, yes? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::listens quietly, taking it all in:: Cassie Granger -> It could. ::turns to the captain:: EddieFreeman -> +Randall+ Will do. I'll reroute some of the excess, we'll see how that does it - start hitting non-essentials, if that doesn't work. ::rerouting power, and checking on the inducers while he's at it:: Derrick Sabin -> But they don't have the resources...meaning they either want something on the cheap or they want the Federation to pay for it? Cassie Granger -> ::moves on:: on the other side of the coin is the possibility of a strong agreement with the Klingon empire. They clearly do not have the resources; that's been verified. John Randall -> +Freeman+ Thanks, Chief. Will advise you shortly on the status of the shields. Randall out. ::begins making adjustments on the panel:: Derrick Sabin -> ::turns to Ja'Lale:: So this is going to be political? We're going to offer them help in exchange for...what? Some kind of treaty? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yes.. the easiest solution as you said, would be to quarantine the area. H.G. Reed -> :: Quietly :: But how do we insure the quarantine remains in effect for the appropriate amount of time? EddieFreeman -> ::watches plasma inducer numbers as the power reroutes:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: from the comm station :: It's what I would do.. Cptn Ja'Lale -> I'm not a diplomat, but I would imagine if I were, then yes, some kind of treaty or ease in some restrictions along the neutral zone.. Cptn Ja'Lale -> The Klingons should be able to at least safeguard the area and set up a quarantine zone. Derrick Sabin -> Well, if we're going to go on the premise of cost is no object, then I'd recommend plating over the entire continent. Plumb it up to run a few thousand steam boilers and produce electrical energy for the 200 years it's going to take to cool. Cassie Granger -> Would the benefits in energy justify the projected cost of the project? Derrick Sabin -> ::back to Granger:: No John Randall -> ::overhearing the conversation on the bridge, turns to try to catch the eye of Granger as an idea pops into his head, but then decides it's none of his business, and turns back to his panel:: Cassie Granger -> ::deep breath:: Then it's allowing it to cool down instead, plus evacuation. Mr. Randall, you have something to say? John Randall -> ::turns back from his panel:: I couldn't help overhearing, Captain Granger, and we have a thing on Centaurus where we use a hyperpolarized field to block out one of our suns to give us a nightfall across the planet. I believe that system could be tweaked to help screen out some of the radiation hitting the planet. Cassie Granger -> ::looks to Ja'Lale:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::rubs chin:: An interesting solution. Could it help lower the radiation levels on the planet? John Randall -> ::nods thoughtfully:: It would probably take a few years, maybe a decade or two, but I believe it could, sir. Derrick Sabin -> I'm confused sir. I was under the impression that the radation existed on Kronos as a result of the explosion. That the radioactivity was already in the ground, not coming in from space. Cassie Granger -> My understanding as well. But we do have radiation in the belt of debris that surrounds the planet. Derrick Sabin -> Then we're back to needed to shield the entire planet John Randall -> ::turns back to his panel, and makes adjustments:: Derrick Sabin -> *needing John Randall -> +Freeman+ Randall to Freeman. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Hm. So is that your recommendation then? Wait it out, let it cool and set up a quarantine zone around the area? Seems to be like the easiest solution as well, to be honest. EddieFreeman -> +Randall+ Freeman here. What's up? H.G. Reed -> :: Listening to the conversation and wondering whether or not they should even be involved in this mess. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I don't really think the Klingons or the Federations would go for shielding the planet or setting up a massive boiler thing. Cassie Granger -> Agreed, Captain. Derrick Sabin -> ::nodding in agreement:: Cassie Granger -> But if I may...? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Of course. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Of course. Cassie Granger -> To answer your question, Mr. Sabin, the situation is always political. Chancellor Gorkon was assassinated because he brokered peace with the Federation. Chancellor Azebetur is now asking for assistance and the chances that the Federation could form an alliance are very good. It’s to the Federation's advantage to render any and all aid if possible. Cassie Granger -> If it is not possible, then we need to report it as such, but in the best possible light. Derrick Sabin -> I understand that position. But even politics has to give way to reason and practicality. Cassie Granger -> And I agree. John Randall -> +Freeman+ Shields at 100% on the port side, sir. Thanks for rerouting the power, it did the trick. I'm finishing up here, and will return in about ten minutes. Randall out. EddieFreeman -> ::nodding, and turning back to his console to examine the inducers:: Inducers are holding up...looks good. Gotta check it again later, see how they're handling the increased flow...:making a mental note as he moves on to the next task:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I agree as well. The Klingons I'm sure appreciate our assistance so far. Cptn Ja'Lale -> But yes.. if there is no practical way to contain or dispel the radiation, then well, what can we do? Derrick Sabin -> Simply telling the Klingons to "wait it out" isn't going to endear them to us. On the other hand, well there isn't really much of another hand. It's just too costly and impractical to do much else. John Randall -> ::makes some final adjustments on his panel, logs off, and turns to head to the turbolift:: Cassie Granger -> Captain, I suggest we report the findings, give our recommendations, and allow the political chips to fall where they may. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Agreed. Our relations are already icy, let's just hope this doesn't cool things further. John Randall -> ::nods at a couple of the bridge crew, and strides to the turbolift, stepping in:: Deck 12. Derrick Sabin -> ::thinks, 'it's not like it was our fault they blew up Praxis'....but it would be just like to Klingons to think that way:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Looks to Hok:: PLease forward our report to Starfleet and the Klingons, that there isn't much we can do practically to contain, disperse or harness the radiation. Recommend a full quarantine set up around the affected area for 200 years to allow the radiation to cool. Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye. :: setting up the report :: We should be able to map out safe areas and monitor the levels... John Randall -> ::arrives at the deck, and exits the lift, going along the corridor to engineering; strides in, and heads for the main console, nodding to Freeman:: EddieFreeman -> ::waves to Randall as he enters:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Forward those to the Klingons as well when you get them. We can at least help them in that matter. John Randall -> ::resumes his normal duties:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Thinks it's too bad one cannot create an artificial black hole... :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK... great job everyone. Great ideas, too bad none of them fall within the scope of feasibility. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS will be 6 hours John Randall -> Still in orbit, or in transit? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Still in orbit, but I'd imagine we'd be leaving the planet soon. Not much else we can do now

Cptn Ja'Lale -> 03 July, 2297: Last week, the Challenger Away Team visited the Klingon city which was adversely affected by the Praxis explosion four years prior. The team collected samples and set up equipment to check radiation levels. TBS was 2 hours and the team has completed their work. They will return to the Challenger to analyse their samples and radiation levels. Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM John Randall -> ::at his station in engineering:: Derrick Sabin -> ::packing up his equipment for the return trip;: H.G. Reed -> :: Packing up samples and preparing for transport. :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::at helm and nav:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::has the CON:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::has slaved all stations to the command chair:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::prepares for return back on the Challenger with Dr. Giggidoni, who is exited to return to the Challenger after three years:: John Randall -> @::reading reports and supervising the crew in engineering:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::cleaning up in Sick bay after the last rush of visitors:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::makes another adjustment to the orbit, still in sync with the AT:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Has his box of samples :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> We all here? H.G. Reed -> :: Looks at the Captain. :: Sir? Derrick Sabin -> Ready to go, Captain John Randall -> @::calls Davis over and has him take a team to do maintenance on the warp coil inducers while Challenger is in orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: +Challenger+ Beam us all up. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: AT is beamed back to the Challenger. Cassie Granger -> @ +AT+ This is Challenger. Lock is on. Beaming. Gretchen Hanson -> (since everyone is home, can we drop the @? ) Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Shimmers back onto Challenger.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Back onboard :: H.G. Reed -> :: Shimmers :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> & Giggidoni> ::Shimmer back to the CHallenger:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::sits down at her desk to make her log entry for the day, but feels the sadness of what she must write:: Cassie Granger -> +MED+ Granger to Dr. Hanson. John Randall -> ::finishes reading reports, and puts all of them into a massive e-mail, sending it to the chief's computer:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> All right guys, do your thing... Dr. Giggidoni will assist you as well with the analysis. Gretchen Hanson -> +Bridge+ Hanson here, go ahead. Cassie Granger -> +MED+ Away team has returned. Status unsure. H.G. Reed -> :: Starts pulling the stored samples off the transporter PADD. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Returns her weapons to the quartermaster.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Where do I take these samples>? Cassie Granger -> +ENG+ Granger to engineering. Hunter Matheson -> ::doing his thing:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::thinks, Isn't that just like them, no thought of a heads up.:: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. John Randall -> +Bridge+ Randall here, go ahead. Cassie Granger -> +ENG+ Away team has returned. Prepare for change of command and possible leaving orbit. John Randall -> +Bridge+ Acknowledged. Maintenance almost completed. Warp engines will be back online in one half hour. Engineering out. Derrick Sabin -> ::wriggles out of his protective gear and piles it on the TR floor:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::heading back to the bridge:: Cassie Granger -> ::makes a note:: How's our exit corridor, Gunny? Hunter Matheson -> Clear so far, Cap. H.G. Reed -> :: Continues stacking samples. :: Cassie Granger -> ::nod: Keep a close watch. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Derrick Sabin -> ::takes his tricorder and heads for the Science lab to begin his download;: John Randall -> ::sends a team to the starboard nacelle for a quick purge of the manifold:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Puts samples with everyone elses :: John Randall -> ::Davis and his team return, and reports work completed on the warp coil inducers; they begin the startup sequence for the warp engines:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Makes her way to MARDET and the locker room. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Arrives back onto the bridge:: Derrick Sabin -> ::halfway down the passageway, decides he has a perfectly good science station on the bridge. Besides he'd like to see the planet again from a space vantage point:: Cassie Granger -> ::stands:: Captain on the bridge. Welcome back, Sir. Hunter Matheson -> ::stands:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr G> ::::arrives in the sickbay with the others catalouging her samples and places them with the others:: Cassie Granger -> ::steps aside:: Standard high orbital status. All clear for exit. John Randall -> +Bridge+ Engineering to bridge. H.G. Reed -> :: Finishes with the samples and begins to inventory her gear for check-in. :: Cassie Granger -> +ENG+ Bridge here, Mr. Randall. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: After offloading his sample, he enters a lift :: John Randall -> +Bridge+ Warp engines have been restarted, and are back online. Impulse engines are nominal. Engineering out. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thank you.. sorry for the lack of advanced knowledged, Thanks, Cass. We're not quite ready to leave orbit just yet. Please maintain our orbit around Kronos for now. Cassie Granger -> Aye, Sir. ::looks to Kal:: Derrick Sabin -> ::retraces his steps until he comes to the TL and takes it to the bridge:: Hunter Matheson -> Maintaining high orbit, aye. ::sits:: Cassie Granger -> +ENG+ We'll be remaining in orbit for a while. Will advise any change in status. H.G. Reed -> :: Steps into the TL. :: Bridge Cassie Granger -> ::takes her place at nav:: Pass it over, Gunny. Hunter Matheson -> You have nav, ma'am. John Randall -> ::sends reports to the helm via e-mail:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters the bridge :: Cassie Granger -> Roger. I have navigation. Hunter Matheson -> ::receives engineering reports:: Cassie Granger -> ::prepares to pass com to Hok:: H.G. Reed -> :: Enters the bridge. :: Derrick Sabin -> ::steps out of the TL and goes to his station;: John Randall -> ::from his station, looks around engineering, notices all crew doing their tasks, and resumes reading reports:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Takes his seat :: Cassie Granger -> ::notes Reed entering:: H.G. Reed -> :: Nods to Cass :: Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr G> ::in the sickbay, nice to once again visit her old stompin' grounds:: Cassie Granger -> ::returns the nod:: Passing navigation to you. John Randall -> ::has Davis take over at the main console, and goes into the chief's office; turns on computer, and reads update on the mission:: Cassie Granger -> Musical positions, Gunny. Hunter Matheson -> On it. Derrick Sabin -> ::casts a quick glance at the full complement on the bridge and wonders if it's his imagination that the ship's nose has pitched down some:: H.G. Reed -> Thanks. :: Takes her seat. :: Cassie Granger -> Mr. Hok, you have the comm. Dvokr chim Hok -> I take the comm, thank you. :: gets his earpiece in :: Hunter Matheson -> Cptn Granger, you have helm. ::stands to relinquish his station:: Cassie Granger -> ::sits:: Roger, I have helm. Derrick Sabin -> ::connects the interface for his tricorder to the sci station and begins to download the data:::: John Randall -> ::is still very glad he wasn't selected for the away team; after his fight with the Klingon Krenn, he probably would not have received a warm welcome:: H.G. Reed -> :: Checks the console settings. :: Cassie Granger -> ::Kal:: Move on down to MARDET and check in with Lt. Sylvanis. Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> ::smart spin on his heel, acknowledges the captain and exits the bridge:: Derrick Sabin -> ::spot reading the data as it transfers, can't help but feel confused. Of course there is still radation. Were the Klingons hoping for a miracle or something? ::: Hunter Matheson -> Marine Deck. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Starts stowing her gear in her locker.:: Cassie Granger -> ::takes a deep breath to clear her mind, then checks all parameters:: Hunter Matheson -> ::exits on the marine deck:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::finally finishes her log entry and begins reading up on another matter::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The team analysing the radiation samples and readings from the equipment detect high amounts of radiation and contaminants in the ground and in other samples. Signs looks as if re-habitation not possible for at least 100-200 years. Cptn Ja'Lale -> With current technology, that is. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Slips out of the flightsuit as she pull out a pair of shorts and a tanktop from the locker.:: Cassie Granger -> (Ouch, Captain.) Derrick Sabin -> (where's Q when you need him?) Cassie Granger -> (Right) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Yeah, Chernobyl won't be able to be re-populated for like 500 years?) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Not that anyone would really want to repopulate there.)) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Very true) H.G. Reed -> :: Makes a small correction. :: John Randall -> ::a beep sounds on the monitor; he checks it, and finds the radiation levels outside the ship are beginning to rise; considers calling the bridge for an orbital adjustment:: Cassie Granger -> ::Reed:: Can you calculate several exit vectors as a precaution. There's a lot of Klingon BoP traffic in the area and I'm not sure what's going on. H.G. Reed -> Yes ma'am. Hunter Matheson -> ::wanders the deck looking for Sylvanis:: Hunter Matheson -> ::jealous of the team that had planetside duty::: Hunter Matheson -> ::kind of:: H.G. Reed -> :: Taps the console to begin the calculations. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: trying many channels :: Nothing of interest on local subspace channels. Hunter Matheson -> ::not fond of radiation:: John Randall -> +Bridge+ Engineering to bridge. Cassie Granger -> ::hears Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Finishes putting the clothes on and locking up. Heads out of the locker room and into the MARDET halls. Sees Kal roaming.:: Hey Gunny. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Not fond of radiation either, doesn't want to find out if radiative ooze will give him Ninja abilities::: Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks around:: Hello, Lieutenant. Cptn Granger said to report, see what I can do. Hunter Matheson -> Was it.. interesting down there? John Randall -> +Bridge+ Engineering to bridge, acknowledge, please. (slightly irritated as he thinks, here we go again) H.G. Reed -> :: double checks her work. :: Cassie Granger -> ::looks at Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis -> If by interesting you mean the horribly bad smells and the possibility of becoming a walking glowstick? Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Engineering+ Go ahead Mr Randall? Hunter Matheson -> Uh... not exactly. ::grimace:: That bad, eh? Gretchen Hanson -> ::working through the scenarios presented in her reading:: Dyan Sylvanis -> Yeah. Not on my top places to vacation. Dyan Sylvanis -> At least there were no incidents. John Randall -> ::was just leaving the office when he hears the captain's voice; goes back in:: +Bridge+ Captain, welcome back, sir. We have an increase in radiation levels outside the ship. Recommend an orbital change, or raising deflector shields. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very desolate and eerie. Nice if you like ghost towns, but otherwise... Hunter Matheson -> So I take it your rad suits are in the decontam unit? Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Randall+ Thank you Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson -> Yeah, no incidents is always a good thing. John Randall -> +Bridge+ Randall out. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: And I have to get another special flightsuit. Those things aren't cheap. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Helm. raise our orbital position by 10,000 metres and increase power to deflector shields. Gretchen Hanson -> ::pages to the back to check on the "right" answer, only to find there isn't one::: Cassie Granger -> ::Reed:: Prepare for higher orbit. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Never hurts to be too safe against radiation. H.G. Reed -> :: Finishes the calculations and prepares the courses. :: H.G. Reed -> Yes ma'am. Cassie Granger -> ::Ja'Lale:: Raise orbital position by 10k, aye. John Randall -> ::sends reports to Reed at the nav station:: John Randall -> ::via e-mail:: Cassie Granger -> ::moving it up:: Tactical, increase power to deflectors. H.G. Reed -> :: Receives the email from John and reads it. :: John Randall -> ::exits the office and takes his station, gesturing to Davis to stay where he is:: Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up at the sound of the engines:: Sounds like we're changing orbit. John Randall -> ::calls up the program to monitor the radiation effect on the engines and shields:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Watching the local space while listening to chatter :: Hunter Matheson -> ::distracted:: Yeah... flight suits. ::looks around:: Good thing you weren't in a fighter. Cassie Granger -> ::easing the ship into elliptical orbit, 10k out, dodging debris:: H.G. Reed -> :: Sends a reply to John. :: Derrick Sabin -> ::watches the planet recede a bit on the view screen::: Dyan Sylvanis -> Maybe we're leaving soon. ::Notices his distracted look.:: John Randall -> ::notices an e-mail come into his inbox; accesses it, and finds a reply from H.G., acknowledging receipt of the reports:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Science/Med Teams+ Any status from the sample analysis? Hunter Matheson -> Hope so, ma'am. Place gives me the creeps. Hunter Matheson -> We... uh.. had several tactical groups pass by while you were down there. Doesn't compute, mostly because there's no one there to protect. Hunter Matheson -> Think they're antsy about keeping their territory to themselves. Dyan Sylvanis -> Well I certainly wouldn't want strangers wandering around. Derrick Sabin -> ;:keys in his report to be sent to the Captain, but also turns to address him directly::: Nothing in the data to suggest anything different from we saw down below,sir. No one will be moving in anytime soon. Hunter Matheson -> ::uneasy:: Yeah, probably. But still.. taking the chance of radiation. Dunno... there's something strange about it.. John Randall -> ::sends Michaels to assemble a team to check on the plasma inducers to the warp coil; they don't need radiation to seep into them:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Figured as much. Is there a timeline as to when.. or if.. the area could be re-populated? I'll need to send the report for Starfleet and the Klingon High Command. Hunter Matheson -> Anyway... ::snaps out of it:: Anything I can do for you, or should I check in with Delta? Cassie Granger -> ::listening to the bridge chatter:: John Randall -> ::checks ship's status, and finds the shields have been raised, and sighs in relief:: Cassie Granger -> ::elliptical high orbit, away from most of the debris and out of the main radiation belt::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great. H.G. Reed -> :: Preps additional course changes. :: Derrick Sabin -> Time will be dependent on how aggressive a clean-up program is instigated. Just letting mother nature, or the Klingon equivalent of such, is going to take 1,000 years...give or take. Cassie Granger -> ::winces at Sabin's report:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Worse than I thought, Mr. Sabin. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Mr. Hok, please forward the report onto the Klingon High Command and to Starfleet. Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye Dyan Sylvanis -> I'm fine for now. Going to head to the Mess to get something. Hunter Matheson -> Aye, ma'am. Checking in with Delta, then. Derrick Sabin -> Of course, given Kronos' notoriously hostile natural environment, maybe they won't even notice a bit of radiation. John Randall -> ::sitting at his station, recalls the Academy course on the explosion at Praxis; finds himself in complete agreement with Captain Kirk; he just can't feel sorry for the Klingons, either:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Compiles the report and forwards to the Klingon High Command and Starfleet :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Compiles the report and forwards to the Klingon High Command and Starfleet :: Dvokr chim Hok -> The data has been sent. Hunter Matheson -> ::wanders towards Delta's lockers; finally finds them in the showers:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks Lieutenant Hok. Now it'll be up to Starfleet and Klingons to figure out what to do next Dvokr chim Hok -> Not vacation here... Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Incoming hail from the Klingon High Command. Dvokr chim Hok -> We are being hailed Cptn Ja'Lale -> On screen. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: does so :: Cassie Granger -> ::takes a more professional posture:: H.G. Reed -> :: Takes a few moments to check all department status reports. :: John Randall -> ::wonders about the disappearance of Kirk, what really happened aboard the Enterprise-B:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Klingon> ::a burly old Klingon appears on screen:: This is Bardok from the High Command. We have received your report and thank you for the same. It is our decision that would be best to try to contain the radiation in that area and prevent it from spreading elsewhere on Kronos. As you are aware, the high winds could spread the radiation to more populated areas. John Randall -> ::mentally shakes himself, and concentrates on his work:: Derrick Sabin -> ::listens, thinking.. Good luck with that::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Bardok> Any assistance in this regard would be appreciated... and of course, you will have our full assistance as well should you need it. Cassie Granger -> ::wondering how the hell they're going to contain radiation:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Bardok> Let us know what you can come up with.. Bardok out. ::offf:: Cassie Granger -> ::maintains a professional, stoic posture and expression:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Stares at the Klingon insignia after the transmission cuts off:: Well, that's just great. Derrick Sabin -> ::taken by surprise at the Klingon's parting comment:: Cassie Granger -> ::lips purse::: H.G. Reed -> :: Wondering if Klingons have the capability to clean this up. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good job folks... Well.. thats quite the question. Coming up with a way to contain the radiation or prevent it from spreading elsewhere. TBS will be 1 hour. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> So, if there is nothing else... sim dismissed! See you next week.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the team was down on the surface, which should be everyone except Commander Rinax, Cass, and Hunter. John Randall -> and me Cptn Ja'Lale -> Sorry yes.. and Randall. Cptn Ja'Lale -> The Away Team has been sent to the other side of the continent on Kronos to a city which bore the brunt of the radiation waves from the Praxis explosion. After several years, radiation levels are starting to stabilize and we have been sent there to determine long-term viability for that area, if, and when it would potentially can be resettled. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Which probably won't be for at least several decades; maybe more. We begin as the team arrives at this city, all of whom should be in their EVA suits. TBS is 30 minutes - Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> @ ::at helm, dodging debris from Praxis:: John Randall -> ::after meeting with the XO, is arriving at sickbay for a full checkup, as ordered by Rinax:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (@ for those still on Challenger, blank for AT) Derrick Sabin -> ::chafing in his eva suit, bemoaning the designer who obviously didn't have to actually wear one::: H.G. Reed -> :: uncomfortable in her suit. : Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::beams over to the city with the team, walking next to Dr Giggidoni:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::relaxing at the comm, nav, tac console:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::isn't feeling food herself, has had a headache and other symptoms for days now, wants to head to sickbay:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::checks her suit's function vs. the radation for the umteenth time::: Cmdr Rinax -> ((::inserts a few @'s::)) John Randall -> @::walks through the sickbay doors as they swoosh open, and looks around for the doctor:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ MCapt Granger, you have the CON. Cassie Granger -> @ Aye, Commander. I have the CON. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: In his EVA suit :: Gretchen Hanson -> medtech> ::greets Lt. Randall:: How can I help you, Lieutenant? Cassie Granger -> @ ::slaves command to the nav/tac/comm console:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ I'll be down in Sickbay. ::holds hand at temple for a sec:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> All right, let's get started shall we? Cassie Granger -> @ Understood, Commander. John Randall -> @::smiles at the medtech:: I'm here on orders from the XO; full checkup, I guess. I just got back from a mission. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods to the Captain, still looking uncomfortable. :: Derrick Sabin -> ::takes out his tricorder and begins taking readings on radio-isotope levels in the soils:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::gets into the TL:: Sickbay:: it just dawns on her that the Department Chief is down on the planet, and she's not about to see anyone else for this.. talking to herself:: Wonder if I can get the Captain to send her back... Hunter Matheson -> @ ::leans back, arms in the air, and a loud crack is heard:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::exits the TL and pauses in the hallway:: +Captain+ Captain Ja'lale, Rinax here. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: It's your typical looking alien ghost town, radiation levels are still very high and the damages from the shockwave can be seen. Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> Good timing, we're on the slow side today. Pick a biobed and make it yours. I'll be right with you. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::closes eyes while she talks on the COM in the hallway:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Rinax+ Yes, Commander. Go ahead. Cassie Granger -> @ ::without looking:: Been sitting too long, Gunny? John Randall -> @::nods, and goes over to a biobed, hopping up on it:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::deep breath:: I'm good, ma'am. But.... Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Captain+ I need to consult with Dr Hanson... do you think you could spare her and transport her back to the ship? Cassie Granger -> @ ::glance over, waiting::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Rinax+ Very well, Commander. Hunter Matheson -> @ (w) You could... give me the CON. You know, just to give yourself a break 'n' all. Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Captain+ I"ll have the TR Chief standing by. Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> ::returns to Randall's choice with her scanner and begins to run a full workup:: Anything interesting I should know about, Lieutenant? Or is this just a dot the i's and cross the t's exam? Cassie Granger -> @ ::thinking:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looks over at Dr. Hanson+ Doctor.. you're needed on the Challenger. We'll need to beam you back to the ship. Commander Rinax should be able to tell you what she needs. Cassie Granger -> @ ::watching Kal's hopeful look:: Tell you what... Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::finishes her walk to sickbay after alerting Challenger's transporter chief about the doctor:: Cassie Granger -> @ You take nav, slave it to helm, and that'll relieve my stress. Gretchen Hanson -> ::tries not to look too excited at the Captain's remark, anxious to be out of the eva suit:: Ready to go, sir. John Randall -> @::looks a little uncomfortable, then shrugs:: Well, you'll find a sparkling bandage on my right knee; I was involved in a bit of a fracas with some Romulans before I got out. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::sigh:: Yes, ma'am. I have nav. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks Doc. +Challenger+ One to beam up. Derrick Sabin -> ::notes that the soil samples show a level of toxicity that will take a looong time to subside:: Cassie Granger -> @ +AT+ Understood. One to beam up. Identify? Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Challenger+ Dr Hanson Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> Ok, let's roll up that pant leg and have a look. Cassie Granger -> @ +AT+ ::logs into the transponder:: Dr. Hanson, aye. Beaming now. Cassie Granger -> @ ::beams::: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::enters sickbay and sits in the lobby after explaining to the nurse that she's waiting for Dr Hanson.:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::feels the tingle of the transporter lock on and sweep her away:: John Randall -> @::rolls up his pant leg, and lets the medtech unwrap the bandage; underneath it, his flesh is rainbow-colored, and the remains of a disruptor burn are clearly evident:: Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> ::aside to Randall after seeing Rinax:: Did I say we were slow today? Bite my tongue. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr Giggidoni> Hmm, must be important. Well, let's set up the analysers over here, in the town centre. John Randall -> @::allows the corners of his mouth to turn up at the techie's comment:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::flipping through the PADD's containing medical journals, quarters decorating tips, and specialty cooking with a replicator:: Cassie Granger -> @ TR> +com+ Dr. Hanson aboard. Cassie Granger -> @ +TR+ Understood. Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> ::eyes the burn:: Oh, how did you describe this, a little fracas? I'll bet there's a good story behind this. Gretchen Hanson -> ::immediately peels the eva suit in the TR room and heads out for the TL to sickbay::: John Randall -> @::grins:: Unfortunately, doc, it's all classified, sorry. Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> Doctors are like lawyers, we're sworn to confidentiality. Spill! Hunter Matheson -> @ ::minor orbit adjustment, more debris:: John Randall -> @::shakes his head:: I'm sorry, doc, I can't. You would have to get clearance from Admiral Jason Baldwin at Starfleet Intelligence. Derrick Sabin -> :makes more scans but doubts the results will be any different::: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::glances around for a moment, notices Randall getting treatment, which brings a smile to her face that he followed orders:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::Hanson arrives at SB without passing go, or collecting 200 GPlatinum;: H.G. Reed -> :: Setting up analysis equipment with other team members. :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ :;stands up too fast, and quickly holds onto the nurses station:: Ahh, Chief. Just the person I wanted to see. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Teams begin setting up their equipment around the barren city, with an ominous thick cloudline and dark red skies. Gretchen Hanson -> ::walks in the doors and comes to a stop as awaiting faces turn to her:: My "take-a-number" machine is still out of order. Who was first? John Randall -> @::to the techie:: The doctor on the Avenger was afraid that this would turn out like it did; he did the best he could. Derrick Sabin -> ::routinely sends copies of his scan findings to the Capt's padd;; Gretchen Hanson -> Medtech> Well, it IS probably going to leave a mark. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looks at his PADD:: THanks Mr Sabin. Doesn't look good does it? John Randall -> @::grins:: I'm not that vain about my appearance, doc; just do whatever it is you do. Gretchen Hanson -> ::sees her tech with John, decides he's in good hands and goes over to an obviously hurting Rinax:: Gretchen Hanson -> Commander.... ::gives her a sideways look::: Derrick Sabin -> I wouldn't be investing in any beachfront condos around here for a while, sir. John Randall -> @::lies back on the biobed and lets the techie treat his leg:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I don't disagree with you there. Gretchen Hanson -> @Medtech> ;;distracts John's attention for a moment by pointing out a burned out led on the bio monitor and then sprays something nasty on the burn:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> But initially, any likelihood this place ever can be relocated? Like within the next 100 years? Gretchen Hanson -> @concerned about Rinax's silence:::: More of the same, Commander? John Randall -> @::flinches some as the spray hits his flesh:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the planet :: Derrick Sabin -> Well sir, the typical procedure would be to bury the contaminants and encase them. But I don't think it's ever been done on such a vast scale. Cmdr Rinax -> ((Sorry, working on getting that fixed, I"m back now)) Cmdr Rinax -> I need to discuss this ongoing situation with you, but only you can have this information. Gretchen Hanson -> @Medtech> That will seal things up and provide dermal regen process. The rest of you appears to be fit for duty. I can give this to Dr. Hanson and she'll sign you off. Gretchen Hanson -> @::sighs::: Then let's go to my office so we can have some privacy, Commander. John Randall -> @::sits up, and nods:: Sounds good, doc. ::rolls his pant leg down:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ And yes, Doctor - more of the same.. but worse. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::follows the Chief:: Derrick Sabin -> Captain, the Klingons aren't really thinking about re-occupying this region anytime soon are they? Gretchen Hanson -> @::when they reach her office, she closes the door behind them and turns on Rinax:: This has gone far enough Erika. What's going on? Cptn Ja'Lale -> No, at least not anytime soon. The area was sparsely populated, so the economic impact is minimal. John Randall -> @::waits for the techie to release him:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ It's worse... and now I'm having flashbacks. In the flashbacks - ... I think I'm seeing something being implanted in my head. Gretchen Hanson -> @Tech> ((consider yourself released !)) Cmdr Rinax -> @ I haven't' told the captain it's this bad yet - but I think he'll suspect after I had you pulled off of the planet. Gretchen Hanson -> @::startled at Rinax's statement:: Implanted? My scans haven't shown anything. John Randall -> @::grins at the techie:: All right, I'm outta here. Thanks, doc. ::walks through the door of sickbay as it swooshes open, and heads for the turbolift, stepping into the car:: Deck 3. Cmdr Rinax -> @ I don't know... could just be visions, but I'll tell ya, the dreams are rather vivid. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Mr. Hok, is it? Can you help me with taking some samples; grass, soil, rocks and all that sort of stuff. ::Sweet Deltan smile:: Thanks. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::sitting, leans forward, putting her head in her hands, closing her eyes:: Can't even keep my eyes open for long with the bright lights on the bridge now. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> We'll need to take it back to your ship and get them analyzed. Cptn Ja'Lale -> G ? We don't have the proper equipment here. Gretchen Hanson -> @Erika, my scans show you to be physically in a normal state. I haven't detected anything that comes close to explaining what you're experiencing. Don't look at me like that. I'm not saying you're delusional. But clearly something is going on and it's past me. John Randall -> @::steps out of the car as the lift arrives, and goes down the corridor to his cabin; enters, and strips off his uniform, heading for the sonic shower:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::takes a pause:: I'm going to recommend to the Captain that you be relieved from duty...for now. I'm also going to recommend that he get you transferred over the Star Fleet Medical asap for a more thorough examination. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::a little more afraid now:: Doc... there's got to be something in your bag of tricks. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::mouth open, stunned:: Gretchen Hanson -> @My bag is empty, Erika. I told you I couldn't drug you forever. We need to deal with this now. John Randall -> @::steps out of the sonic shower, feeling immensely refreshed; puts on a new uniform, and calls the bridge, leaving word for Rinax that he's been cleared for duty:: Derrick Sabin -> (has anyone noticed that the radiation is taking our crew away?) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Radiation monsters! It's like that cheap horror movie based in Chernobyl a few years ago! :P ) Derrick Sabin -> (it's like that ST:NG episode, Remember Me, where Crusher is the last on aboard) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Ahh yes) John Randall -> @::exits his cabin, and heads for the 'lift, stepping in:: Deck 12. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> We'll need to take it back to your ship and get them analyzed. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::looks at the doctor, and emits a heavy sigh:: I am taken back.. I would have never thought something could be so serious. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Mr. Hok, is it? Can you help me with taking some samples; grass, soil, rocks and all that sort of stuff. ::Sweet Deltan smile:: Thanks. Cmdr Rinax -> @ What's the process, doc? Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Err.. they're in the wrong order but yeah) Dvokr chim Hok -> I'm a.. sure.. Anywhere? John Randall -> @::the car arrives, and he steps out, heading for engineering; goes through the doors, and is greeted loudly by the crew:: Gretchen Hanson -> @The fact that it's lasted so long tells me it's serious. As to process, I'll notify the Captain that I'm placing you on medical leave effective immediately and prescribe SF Med for treatment. The timing on how that happens will be up to him. Cmdr Rinax -> @ I see... Gosh Gretchen - all the things I've ever done while working in SF, and I never thought something like this would happen. John Randall -> @::greets everyone, then orders them back to their stations; sees Davis at the main console, and goes over to him:: Derrick Sabin -> ::watches Gigi and Hok wander off together:: Derrick Sabin -> :::notes a small pocket of declining radiation, and the welcome reappearance of the missing crew;: John Randall -> @Davis> Hey, John, it's good to see you, my friend. Was worried some about you. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Gig> Mr Sabin, and Captain.. if you would be so kind as to help setting up the analyzers, that'd be great. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Collecting samples :: John Randall -> @::claps Davis on the shoulder:: It's good to be back, Steve. Bring me up to date here, would you? For starters, what the hell are we doing here at Qo'noS? Gretchen Hanson -> @Go back to your quarters, Erika, and rest. Drink some wine and read a good book. I'll stop in to see you later on tonight. Derrick Sabin -> No problem Dr. Gigi. ::always a sucker for a pretty face:: John Randall -> @Davis>::fills Randall in on the mission:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ Wine! I can do that. ::eyes water slightly:: I can't believe this Gretchen... you've been so sweet about this. Gretchen Hanson -> @I should have been more of a hardass. Maybe I could have spared you some of this problem if I'd made you do something earlier. John Randall -> @::shaking his head:: You know, Steve, just between you and me, I can't believe Starfleet is even thinking about helping these, er, John Randall -> beings out. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::finally dawns on her that Gretchen has just excused her, so I quickly stand up - too fast again, but recovers:: Don't blame yourself... I probably should have told the Captain just how many times I was having trouble, instead of trying to hide it. Derrick Sabin -> Captain, who's getting all this data that we're collecting? Cptn Ja'Lale -> The Klingon High Command, as well as Starfleet. We'll make our recommendations, but ultimately, it would be up to them to decide if the area will ever be safe for resettlement. John Randall -> @I mean, it was just a few years ago, they were conspiring to assassinate the Federation president at Khitomer. And now, we're helping them? ::shakes his head:: Gretchen Hanson -> @Don't beat yourself up now. Won't do any good. Let's go one day at a time. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::takes one step out of her door:: Thank you for all you've done - we'll let SFHQ get this figured out - and quickly. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Though, I'm not holding my breath on this one. There's a city on Earth that suffered the same fate 300 years ago, and it's still uninhabited, is it not? Cmdr Rinax -> @ See you soon, Doctor. John Randall -> @Davis>::grins:: I'm with you, Lieutenant, i don't get it, either, but here we are. Gretchen Hanson -> @yes. :::just realizing how much she stinks from the eva suit:: and I'm out of here with you. I need a shower! Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::heads out of sickbay, makes her way to the TL:: Bridge. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Computer. halt that... Executive quarters. Derrick Sabin -> ::doesn't recall, but doesn't want to display a lack of education in front of the Captain:: John Randall -> @::shakes his head again:: Well, I just work here. So, pretty much routine stuff going on? Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::exits at her deck and walks to her quarters, glad she can be out of the light, doors open:: Lights 20%. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Ahh... that's perfect. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::eyes cross as he shifts from nav to helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::finishes setting up the radiation sensors, and flicks them on. Immediately, the readings are relayed to the Challenger as well as Sabin's PADD:: John Randall -> @Davis>::nods:: Pretty much, sir. Sensors are showing the background radiation from Praxis is a little high, but I've delayed requesting the shields to be raised. Gretchen Hanson -> @::before leaving SB, makes a medical entry on her computer, and a copy forwarded to Cpt. Ja'Lale::: Cmder. Erika Rinax has been pulled from the duty ready roster, with a recommendation to follow-up at SF Medical as soon as possible. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Gathering samples and placing them into the containers :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job - next week we'll continue our analysis and collecting samples before returning back to the Challenger to analyse our findings. TBS - 2 hours. Any questions?

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Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger arrived at Kronos, the Klingon home world. Teams (mostly everyone, except for Commander Rinax and Capt Granger) have beamed down to the surface. Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS is 2 hours was it? Yeah, sure.. 2 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Hunter Matheson -> (I'm on the bridge at helm) Cptn Ja'Lale -> Oh yes.. sorry Hunter Hunter Matheson -> (with sandwich) Cptn Ja'Lale -> Cleanup the crumbs on the console or Freeman might kill you :P Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> Uh.... yes, sir. Cassie Granger -> @ ::at com, nav:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (@ for Challenger) Dvokr chim Hok -> @ :: At the comms? :: Hunter Matheson -> @ :brushing crumbs off helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Teams have beamed down to the Surface.. Dvokr included. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: For a moment Hok believed he beamed his communications console with him...sadly no :: H.G. Reed -> :: Looking around, taking note of their location and surroundings. :: EddieFreeman -> ::looking around as well, looking bemused:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::Rinax:: Team on the ground. Cassie Granger -> @ I have a lock. Cmdr Rinax -> ::on the bridge, in her own chair - didn't shift to the command chair:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ Thanks MCapt Granger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION : THe team is working with Dr Giggidoni on the surface. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sticking close to the Captain. Kind of standing out in her silver flight suit.:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Not that they weren't already standing out.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Working with the others, assisting in the construction of temporary shelters. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr Giggidoni> I hope you're all getting accustomed. We just need a few more air purifiers, then we're good for this city. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Do you have anything else on the scans of the area? lifesigns or anything? Cassie Granger -> @ Yes, ma'am. Multiple life signs. They've not abandoned the planet, they're making do until they can get the atmo under control. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr Gig> Here you are ::to Lt. Freeman:: Can your Engineering team set them around around this 10 km radius? ::gestures to a vehicle which kind of resembles a dune buggy:: Use this to get to where you need to. Cassie Granger -> @ I'm reading another human with the AT. Cptn Ja'Lale -> The Klingon guards here will escourt you to the designated spots. Cassie Granger -> @ Transponding Dr. Giggidoni. Cmdr Rinax -> @ I trust that's their contact. I suppose the concern I'd like you to watch for would be... if it would look like they are being surrounded, or anyone running from our group, you know, anything that looks suspicious... of course, phaser fire or anything that looks like weapons being generated. Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Giggi is Deltan)) Cassie Granger -> @ Yes, ma'am. Chatter at CMTAC (Deltan then) is quiet. EddieFreeman -> ::to Giggidoni:: Sure. ::proceeding to the vehicle, looking at it with slight apprehension before taking a seat:: Cmdr Rinax -> @, Good, thanks Granger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger's sensors pick up an incoming Federation vessel, escorted by two more Klingon BOPs. ID verified as the USS Avenger. Cassie Granger -> @ WE have tone. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Any identification? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Looks to Moa.:: Post someone with the Engineers. Cassie Granger -> @ Federation Vessel, FID USS Avenger. Cassie Granger -> @ Vessel escort.... Cmdr Rinax -> @ Were we expecting Avenger? Cassie Granger -> @ Two Klingon BoP. H.G. Reed -> :: Looks around, trying to find something else to keep her busy. :: EddieFreeman -> ::loading stuff into the dune-buggy thing:: Cassie Granger -> @ Don't recall a mention, Commander, but they may be here to assist. Cassie Granger -> @ Hail? Cmdr Rinax -> @ Wow, they are loading up here. Granger, just in case... make sure any available pilots are ready to deploy - maybe have them hang out in the hanger bay? Cmdr Rinax -> @ :;thinks to self, hail, don't hail...:: yes, Hail Avenger, please. Thanks. Cassie Granger -> @ We have a ready five and a ready ten. Cassie Granger -> @ CAG Sylvanis is on the ground with the AT. Scramble ready five? Cassie Granger -> @ Shadow was ready when the AT left, Commander. ::turns:: Think there might be a problem? Cmdr Rinax -> @ Don't scramble them yet, just make sure no one's in the shower, just in case. Cmdr Rinax -> @ I don't know if there will be a problem, but I don't want us to get caught with our zipper down. Cassie Granger -> @ ::wry grin:: No one's in the shower, ma'am. They're geared up and ready. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Good good. Let's see what avenger has to say. Cassie Granger -> @ Hailing now.. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Walking with the others :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::adjusting orbit::: Cmdr Rinax -> @ +USS Avenger+Commander Rinax, USS Challenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr. Giggidoni> All right. After Lt. Freeman and his team sets up the final filtres, we'll move onto the next city we'll be working on. Cassie Granger -> @ Hail received. Channel open so they heard you. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Thanks. ::waits for any response:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::muttering about the debris field::: Dyan Sylvanis -> : :o'Neill joins Freeman's group as a tag-along.:: John Randall -> USS Avenger> +Challenger+ Challenger, this is the USS Avenger. Stand by for Admiral Jason Baldwin. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr. Giggidoni> This was the city that was most affected by the Praxis explosion, so you'll need to wear your EVA suits, I'm afraid. H.G. Reed -> :: Follows behind Hok, ready to assist with the filter assembly. :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::raises her eyebrows, off the comm:: Wow, an Admiral is aboard. Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::Ops:: Send an alert to the Captain about the other ships that have joined the crowd up here. Cassie Granger -> @ Decrypting the channel. Cassie Granger -> @ Aye, ma'am. ::alerts Ja'Lale about the presence of Avenger::: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ Challenger, this is Admiral Jason Baldwin. I would like to speak with Captain Ja'Lale. Cassie Granger -> @ ::configuring a patch if needed::: Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Avenger+ The Captain is indisposed at the moment on an away mission, Admiral. Is there anything I can help you with? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Looks at his communicator:: Ahh, yes. The Avenger. ::Helps with the shelters as well:: EddieFreeman -> ::taking aboard marines and engineers, and setting off for the first point to set up the purifiers:: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ I see. Would this be his XO, Commander Rinax? Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Avenger+ Yes, Admiral, Commander Rinax here. Pleasure to meet you, sir. H.G. Reed -> :: Moves on to the next temporary shelter, which is now ready to be raised. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::to Giggidoni:: Anything else we need before we go? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> no, I think we have all we need, Captain. John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ Yes, Commander, I remember you. ::his tone is slightly cool:: Commander, the Avenger is going to pull into a synchronous orbit with you for the purpose of returning one of your engineers to his home ship. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Helps Reed and Dr Gig raise the shelter with some other nameless grunts:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::sh*t::synchronous orbit's going to be dicey::: Cassie Granger -> @ (w) What's your status, Kal? Can do? Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Avenger+ Acknowledged, Helm will prepare, Admiral. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::nods:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::off comm:: Kal, you got that? EddieFreeman -> ::zipping around, setting up air filtration devices:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Aye, Commander. Just shifted orbit to avoid a debris field. I'll establish a connection with their helm and coordinate. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::looks to Cass:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::nod:: You're connected. H.G. Reed -> :: Uses a mallet to pull pound a stake into place. :: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ Very well, Commander, we will attempt to match your orbit for a smoother beam over. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr. Giggidoni> ::monitors some of the locals' condition:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::drops lower, less elliptical:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ +Avenger+ Acknowledged, Admiral. We'll be ready to accept the transport when your crew is ready. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Helping wherever he can :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Don't scratch the paint. :P )) Hunter Matheson -> @ Cpt Granger, inform of debris field. Cassie Granger -> @ On it. Hunter Matheson -> @ Backing off... Hunter Matheson -> @ Dropping to low standard...::tense:: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ Very good. Stand by, he's on our transporter pad now. Please convey my deepest thanks to your captain; Lieutenant Randall was a major part of our just concluded mission. Baldwin, Avenger out. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Alert the TR Chief that he's got incoming. Cassie Granger -> @ TR Chief alerted. Cmdr Rinax -> @Thank you. Cassie Granger -> @ He is aware and ready. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Freeman's team finish setting up the last of his air filters and can return to base. Hunter Matheson -> @ Got a link. Hunter Matheson -> @ We're synched with Avenger. Hunter Matheson -> (or synced) Cmdr Rinax -> @ Excellent, thank you Kal. Hunter Matheson -> (hell.. .whatever) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (lol) Hunter Matheson -> @ (synched just didn't look right) EddieFreeman -> ::zips back to base in the crazy dune buggy, job finished:: John Randall -> ::shimmers into existence aboard Challenger; nods to the chief, and steps off the pad:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ I'm going to the TR room to meet Randall. You've got the CONN, Granger. Cassie Granger -> @ Lt Randall is aboard. Cassie Granger -> @ Aye, ma'am. Cassie Granger -> @ ::stays at com/nav/tac:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::leaves her chair, and gotes to the turbo lift:: Transport Room. H.G. Reed -> :: Moves on to the next stake, wondering why the ground is rock hard. :: John Randall -> @::has a short conversation with the chief, who welcomes him back to Challenger:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::walks up to the TR doors, which swish open, steps inside to see Randall already aboard:: Welcome back Mr Randall. How was your trip and mission? Hunter Matheson -> @ ::Cass:: Reestablishing high elliptical to avoid debris. EddieFreeman -> ::clambers off dune buggy, and wanders into the base in search of someone to report to:: Cassie Granger -> @ Acknowledged. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Sees Eddie:: Welcome back guys. Over there. John Randall -> @::looks over to the door as Rinax comes in, and smiles at her:: Hello, Commander. Let's just say it was a very rewarding mission, and I hope I never have one like it again. Cassie Granger -> @ Found an alternative orbit, Gunny. Slipping it to you now. It'll keep you out of the garbage. Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Team+ Wherever you are, please return back to base for a debrief. Cmdr Rinax -> @ Oh? did the Admiral have you bouncing through hell and high water? Hunter Matheson -> @ Uh.. thanks, Cap. Like bein' out of the garbage. Cassie Granger -> @ ::grin:: Figured you did. John Randall -> @::nods and grins:: That would be an apt description, Commander. Dvokr chim Hok -> (Sorry, so lost) EddieFreeman -> ::hearing the message, he wanders over in Ja'Lale's general direction for the debriefing:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ are you ready to get back to duty so soon? I've heard there are a few repairs just waiting with your name on them, or did you want to get some chow? Cptn Ja'Lale -> (We're back in base for a briefing, Dvokr :) ) John Randall -> @::becomes serious:: Well, if the repairs are dicey, Commander, I'm ready to go on duty, of course. Cmdr Rinax -> @ I don't think we are in a rush. I was heading for some chow, if you care to join me. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::slips into the alternate orbit, no sweat:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::sigh of relief::: Cassie Granger -> @ Gunny, make that geosynch with the AT. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::slight adjustment:: Got it. H.G. Reed -> :: Joins the debrief. :: John Randall -> @::smiles:: I would like that, then, Commander. Cptn Ja'Lale -> We all back? Welcome back folks. ::nods to the assembled team:: All right. I'll turn the floor to Dr. Giggidoni, who'll explain the next part of our mission here. Cmdr Rinax -> @+Bridge+ Rinax here, heading for a little chow. Keep me updated if anyone sneezes. Cassie Granger -> @ +Rinax+ Aye, ma'am. First sniffle and you're on. John Randall -> @Permission to swing by my cabin to drop off my bag, ma'am? Hunter Matheson -> @ ::snort:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ Then we are off. ::glances down at Randall:: Your right knee... everything ok? Want me to carry that bag? ::reaches for it:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Thank you, Captain. ::Smiles:: All right, next part of our mission will prove to be more difficult; we'll be heading to a city on the other side of the continent which was the most affected by the Praxis explosion. John Randall -> @::looks resigned:: I was hoping anyone wouldn't notice, Commander. I was injured during the mission, and thanks for the offer. ::hands her his bag:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> G> It has been abandoned after the explosion. Our mission there will be to ascertain if the city can be resettled and when. H.G. Reed -> :: Raises a hand. :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::takes bag, slings it over her shoulder with ease, walking towards his quarters to help drop it off:: What happened? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Yes Hanna? H.G. Reed -> Will we require any special gear to protect ourselves? John Randall -> @::looks more resigned:: Well, the mission ended with the team I was a part of having a firefight with a group of Romulans. Would you like me to give you a formal full debriefing, Commander? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Yes, we will require EVA suits due to the high radiation levels that persist in that area, I'm afraid. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods :: I suspected that to be the case. :: Looks slightly uncomfortable. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: raises hand :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::frowns:: Yes, I would suspect that is in order. ::takes out a padd and begins recording for later transcription and to update the captain:: Go ahead, Randall. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> ::frowns:: Yeah, I'm not a fan of them either, Yes? ::looks to the Tellarite:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::reaches his quarters, removes the bag from her shoulder, and lets him take it in alone:: we'll start the debrief in a moment. John Randall -> @::waits until they arrive at his cabin, and takes Rinax inside:: All right, Commander, I first have to tell you that Admiral Baldwin has this mission classified top secret before I go on. Dvokr chim Hok -> If the levels of radiation require us to wear protection does that not answer the question of resettlement probability? Cmdr Rinax -> @ Then we'd better debrief here or in the conference room, instead of in the mess hall. John Randall -> @Yes, ma'am, either is fine with me. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Short term, yes. There's no doubt the area won't be able to be resettled anytime soon, but the Klingon government has requested we determine the long-term viability of the area being resettled, possibly after a few decades. Cmdr Rinax -> @ We'll have food delivered to the conference room. let's head there - better recording equipment, and you can pull up star charts or anything you need for visuals. John Randall -> @Aye, Commander. H.G. Reed -> :: Quietly :: Has the atmosphere been restored? Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::leaves his quarters, waiting just outside for him to hobble along (if you are hobbling, otherwise, strike that):: John Randall -> (a slight limp :) ) John Randall -> @::quickly changes his uniform, and accompanies Rinax to the conference room:: Cassie Granger -> @ (Just enough for sympathy?) Cmdr Rinax -> (LOL granger) John Randall -> @(I guess it's in the eye of the beholder) Cassie Granger -> @ (Hey, if it works.) John Randall -> @::sits down in a chair, and is relieved to stretch his leg out, but doesn't let it show:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ ::slips into a chair in the conference room as well:: Computer, begin recording Randall Debriefing. Cmdr Rinax -> Computer> ::beep bleep:: Recording has begun. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Gigg> We'll begin departure forthwith. John Randall -> @::takes the XO through the entire mission, and then finishes with:: So, the admiral now fears there may be some sort of Vulcan-Romulan collusion here, Commander; I would guess that's why he classified the mission like he did. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> YOu also might need some Geiger counters as well to monitor the rad levels. H.G. Reed -> :: Mentally cataloguing the items she will need. :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ :: tapping something on a console, ordering whatever the specials were for dinner, to be delivered to the conf. room, x2:: John Randall -> (I have all four logs of the mission posted, by the way) Cmdr Rinax -> @ The Captain will have to be informed, Lieutenant. I'm glad you are back and relatively safe. after you eat, I want you to report to the Sickbay for a full workup. Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cassie Granger -> ::paused:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::pause:: H.G. Reed -> :: paused :: John Randall -> ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job everyone! Cmdr Rinax -> ::paused:: EddieFreeman -> ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Our TBS will be 30 minutes. By then, we'll be ready to depart for the other city. Any questions? H.G. Reed -> :: Raises hand. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Sure HG H.G. Reed -> Are we on the homeworld or Praxis? Cptn Ja'Lale -> On the homeworld, but on the other side of the capital city. Cassie Granger -> Praxis is kaput. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yeah, not much left for us to beam onto. H.G. Reed -> Right, but Gig made it sounds like we were going to Praxis. Dvokr chim Hok -> What is Hok doing on the planet? H.G. Reed -> Which is why I was confused. Hunter Matheson -> Think it's mostly in the atmosphere of Qo'noS, making helm be hard to work. Cptn Ja'Lale -> AHh, sorry about that.. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Though maybe we'll get to beam to what's left of Praxis later H.G. Reed -> ahh, okay. John Randall -> Getting AT experience, Hok? H.G. Reed -> Makes sense. Probably just missed it. Dvokr chim Hok -> Praxis, according to the movie Undiscovered Country, is only a shell of its former self Dvokr chim Hok -> Yeah, and he'll not be too comfortable with it. John Randall -> :) Cptn Ja'Lale -> :D John Randall -> Well, if Uhura could stand it, I bet Hok can :) Cptn Ja'Lale -> IF there is nothing else- sim dismissed. Goodnight folks and have a great week. Dvokr chim Hok -> Hok =/ Uhura H.G. Reed -> Night John Randall -> lol Dvokr chim Hok -> Title of my log Cmdr Rinax -> G'night all Hunter Matheson -> Hey... sorry about the crumbs. Night. John Randall -> night all Dvokr chim Hok -> Night all Cptn Ja'Lale -> Goodnight folks Cassie Granger -> Have a good one.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Our TBS was 6 hours. Escorted by the Klingon welcome wagon, the Challenger and its support fleet werre given the scenic route to the home world Kronos. We begin as the fleet finally arrives at the home world. Any questions?\ Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm, flying casual:: H.G. Reed -> :: At her station on the bridge. :: EddieFreeman -> ::at a bridge station, monitoring systems:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::returns to the bridge:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Quo'noS can now be seen on sensors. Cassie Granger -> ::in CMTAC:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::On MARDET.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Looks up from her console. :: It appears we are getting somewhere. Cmdr Rinax -> ::slips into her chair, adjusts her hiney in it, since it's been a while, and feels like the padding shifted - slightly:: Hunter Matheson -> ::hears a sensor ping:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Welcome back, Commander. How are you feeling? Cmdr Rinax -> I'm getting much better Captain, and all the better for your asking. Hunter Matheson -> ::hand on the throttle, making sure the Klingons don't do anything sudden-like:: Cmdr Rinax -> I still have some memory issues with what went on.. many parts are still foggy if not readily in my memory at all. Cptn Ja'Lale -> The Doc clear you from duty? H.G. Reed -> :: Eyeing the sensors, looking for anything suspicious. :: H.G. Reed -> I've a bad feeling about this. Cmdr Rinax -> Yes, but I will continue to have visits with her for a while while we work on this. Cptn Ja'Lale -> I see -- ACTION: Incoing hail from Klingon Home World. Hunter Matheson -> ::leans towards Reed:: You and me both. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods sharply. :: They aren't to be trusted. Cmdr Rinax -> :;whispers to the Captain:: Do you think there will be an issue between me and the Klingons... because of the status of their crew around me... dead... on the planet? Cptn Ja'Lale -> I would hope not . Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The stand-in communications person opens the comm.. Hunter Matheson -> ::shadowing their movements:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::staring at the viewscreen:: Perhaps I should take a shuttle... and skeedattle somewhere, until they are not around. Cassie Granger -> ::exits CMTAC to check the situation on deck:: EddieFreeman -> ::spinning his in chair to face the screen:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Chancellor Azetbur> +Challenger+ Federation fleet, this is Chancellor Azetbur of the Klingon Empire. I welcome you to our homeworld and on behalf of the Klingon people thank you for your assistance to us. However, I cannot stress the importance of following our orders; do not stray onto the planet or Klingon territory without consent or escort. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sitting in a briefing room for the moment, looking over a padd.:: Cassie Granger -> ::spots Sylvanis through the open door and wanders toward the briefing room:: Cmdr Rinax -> (Welcome Hok) H.G. Reed -> :: Compulsively checking the sensors. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> (Hello, fell asleep) Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any violations of these orders may be seen as an act of hostility and violation of our Khitomer treaties. That said, we will offer you any assistance we can possibly give you. Chancellor Azetbur, out. :Cuts comm:: EddieFreeman -> Friendly sort. ::scoffs, turns back to console:: Cassie Granger -> ::enters, checks the area:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: At the comms :: Cassie Granger -> ::Sylvanis:: Lieutenant, all craft at ready five? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Looks up as she "senses" someone entering. Hops up out of the chair when she notices it is Cass.:: Yes Captain. We're just waiting on the word to suit up and go. H.G. Reed -> :: Frowns and mutters. :: they request our assistance and then treat us like unwelcome guests. H.G. Reed -> *than Cassie Granger -> Suit up for scramble just in case. Cptn Ja'Lale -> All right. Mr Matheson, engage a standard orbit around Kronos. I'd like a standard away team to form up and meet in the transporter room within ten minutes. Cassie Granger -> Not that we'll have to - or even be able to - fight our way out, but we need to be ready. Cmdr Rinax -> (Welcome again Hok. staying this time? ::sticky tape under your shoes: :) Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: Yes Ma'am. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Rinax:: I can go down and lead if you're not feeling 100%. Cmdr Rinax -> Under the circumstances, I think that's probably best, Captain - do you? Hunter Matheson -> Standard orbit, sir? Atmosphere's pretty nasty. Mind if I take a monitored high orbit so we don't hit something? Cptn Ja'Lale -> I do, yes. Hunter Matheson -> All kinds of cra... uh... stuff floating around. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Matheson:: Sure. I doubt the Klingons will mind. Relay to the fleet to follow suit. Hunter Matheson -> Aye, sir. ::Reed:: Vector? Cmdr Rinax -> ::nods:: I feel better about that... I didn't make many friends or influence our new ... well, you know. I"ll keep the coffee warm on the home-front. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Taps a couple commands on her PADD, sending a message to Shadow to suit up.:: H.G. Reed -> On your console. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Probably for the best. We'll need to monitor radiation levels from the Challenger around the planet and Praxis. Cassie Granger -> ::wanders out, checking the status board on the way::: Cmdr Rinax -> ::makes notes on PADD of his instructions:: yes, sir. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Leaves the room, heading for the lockers.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::nods to Reed:: Got it. ::kind of reluctant to ask Hok to do the other stuff::: Cassie Granger -> ::checks in with Moa for ready status::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Mr Hok, form up a team of standard members.. Medical, Engineering, Science, and Marines to meet at Transporter Room 1 in ten minutes. Also, send a message down to Dr. Giggidoni on the surface that we're heading down to meet them. Cassie Granger -> ::into the lift:: Bridge. Cptn Ja'Lale -> You've got the bridge. ::heads to the lift:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Almost falls out of his seat :: Yes sir. Cassie Granger -> ::lift opens as Ja'lale is ready to step in:: Captain. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Once in the locker room, she slips out of her usual shorts and tanktop and into her custom silver flight suit. She zips up and makes sure everything is in order.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Taps her fingers against the console. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Contacts Dr. Giggidoni that a team will meet with him in less than 10 minutes :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Actually, we might need a few more good members. Hok, Reed, do you want to join the team as well? Hunter Matheson -> ::lets out a breath, maneuvering into an orbit that misses most of the debris:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Sir? H.G. Reed -> :: Looks up. :: Sir? Hunter Matheson -> (w) Suit up, El Tee. Hunter Matheson -> (w) It's fun down there. ::smirk:: H.G. Reed -> :: Glances at Kal, then stands to join the group at the TL. :: Thanks EddieFreeman -> ::levers himself out of his chair to head for the TR, being the only engineer available:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Ja'Lale:: Permission to remain behind, sir? Debris has me worried. Cptn Ja'Lale -> (BEtter bring along his cardboard cut out) Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods:: Agreed, Mr. Matheson. H.G. Reed -> :: grabs cardboard Hok before stepping onto the TL. :: Cassie Granger -> ::standing by Ja'Lale, just outside the lift:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::steps onto the TL:: Cassie Granger -> ::noticing the exodus:: I'll take communications, Captain. Slave CMTAC to it. Cassie Granger -> Sylvanis can lead the marines. Shadow is suited up and ready to roll. Dvokr chim Hok -> (sorry) Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very well. Can you ask Sylvanis to join us in the transporter room 1? Cassie Granger -> Aye, sir. EddieFreeman -> ::enters TR 1 and begins assembling gear, mumbling under his breath:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::files into the turbolift with the others:: Transporter Room One. Cassie Granger -> ::steps over to the communications console, logging in she keys internal com:: +Sylvanis+ You're up for Delta Team Leader, Lieutenant. Dvokr chim Hok -> (Who are we taking?) Cassie Granger -> (You) Cmdr Rinax -> (You are going Hok) Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Was about to enter the flight deck when she gets the call.:: +Granger+ Understood, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> (You, Reed, Sylvanis, Freemaan, and the cardboard cutouts of the Science Chief, and Dr Hanson) Cassie Granger -> +Sylvanis+ Might want to keep your suit on. Atmosphere's not exactly pristine. Dyan Sylvanis -> +Granger+ I don't leave hom without it, Ma'am. Cmdr Rinax -> (And Granger) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (oh and me) Dyan Sylvanis -> *home Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Contacts team members from the repective departments :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Granger's staying behind, I think) Cassie Granger -> +Sylvanis+ I knew there was a reason to have you around. ::lighthearted:: H.G. Reed -> (I thought Granger was staying behind and Sylvanis was leading the marines.) Cassie Granger -> (Aye. I'm COM) Cmdr Rinax -> (OH, got it clear now. thx) Cassie Granger -> (On ship take a @?) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Yeah, sure) Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::steps off the lift and heads into transporter room 1:: H.G. Reed -> @ Ensign Lightyear > :: Relieves Reed at the nav staiton. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Meets up with Delta just as they enter TR1.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::glance over at Lightyear, not impressed::: EddieFreeman -> ::Gearing up, putting on suit helmet:: Are we going armed? H.G. Reed -> :: Enters the TR, gathering standard away mission gear. :: H.G. Reed -> @ :: Grins at Kal. :: Cassie Granger -> @ Moa, O'Neill, Tasha, Gonzales, Souter, Daniels, all do respects to Sylvanis:: H.G. Reed -> * @ Lightyear > :: Grins at Kal. :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::turns back, really studying his console:: Cassie Granger -> @ Delta> ::full kit:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Leaves the comm and heads for the lift to TR1 :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Checks over her pistol before holstering it, nods to the rest of Delta. She then checks to see who else was present in the room.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Stows her sidearm, nod politely the Deltas. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> We ready? Cassie Granger -> @ ::split-screens CMTAC with the comm console:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters TR1 :: H.G. Reed -> @ Lightyear > Standard orbit around the homeworld? Talk about your excited mission! I've never been out here before. Hunter Matheson -> @ Lightyear, get us an emergency exit vector. H.G. Reed -> *exciting H.G. Reed -> @ :: Enthusiastically pounds the console. :: Have it for you in a minute, sir! Hunter Matheson -> @ ::doesn't mind giving Lightyear orders; doesn't look over:: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::reeealy busy at helm::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Steps onto the transporter pad wit the others, looks at the chief:: Energize. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the pad :: H.G. Reed -> :: Waiting patiently on the pad. "" Cassie Granger -> @ ::glance to Kal, then to Lightyear:: Make that three exits. All contingencies. H.G. Reed -> *:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: THe AT Has beamed down to the surface of the Klingon capital. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::lips purse:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The air is thick, but still breathable Cassie Granger -> @ ::spots the beamdown, locks their signals into the system:: H.G. Reed -> @ :: Still enthusiastic. :: You've got it ma'am! This is so fun! Cmdr Rinax -> ::notes the update from the transporter room, that the AT has transported successfully:: H.G. Reed -> :: Looks around as she materializes, immediately alert. :: EddieFreeman -> ::in the capital of the freakin' Klingon Empire, and rather nervous about it:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looks around:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Looking about :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Takes slow breaths to adjust as she glances around.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr. Giggidonni> ::The bald headed Deltan former CMO of the Challenger walks over and meets the team:: Welcome to Kronos. Cmdr Rinax -> Helm, lets keep a sychronous orbit... to aid any emergency beamouts. Hunter Matheson -> @ Aye, ma'am. Synchronous orbit. ::turns:: I need to avoid all the.. uh... garbage from Praxis, ma'am. Mind if I keep my hand on the wheel... so to speak? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Much has happened in the three years since you last visited. ::as the support teams from the other ships beam in: Cmdr Rinax -> (@) Cmdr Rinax -> @ Please do Kal, appreciated Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Turns to the rest of Delta, quietly to them.:: Pick someone and stick with them. No one moves alone. Hunter Matheson -> @ Will do. Cassie Granger -> @ ::Rinax:: Team is down, Commander. Contact made. Cmdr Rinax -> @ And if there is ANY sign of a dust cloud or any other disturbance... I want out of orbit immediately, we'll monitor from a safer distance, if necessary. H.G. Reed -> :: Still looking around, noting their position and surrounding terrain. :: Cmdr Rinax -> @ Acknowledged, Granger. Cassie Granger -> Delta> ::threesome fire teams:: Cassie Granger -> Fire Team 1> Moa, O'Neill, Souter Cassie Granger -> Fire Team 2 > Gonzales, Daniels, Hammond Cptn Ja'Lale -> THanks, doctor. I've heard quite a lot about you. Ambassador Seiben sends his regards. Dvokr chim Hok -> jIH mIw qam Qo'noS 'ej yIn lut ja'. Cassie Granger -> @ ::picking up chatter:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Dr. Giggidoni> I hope the Ambassador's doing well... you can set up the air filtration pods along several strategic locations around the city Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> Not bad ::to the Tellarite:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 minutes) Dvokr chim Hok -> Picking up language helps with context. H.G. Reed -> :: Hok :: tlhIngan Hamlet Cassie Granger -> @ ::picking up language:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Giggidoni> There's still much to be done, but we've been making great progress EddieFreeman -> :::trying to pretend that he has a clue what's being said amidst all this Klingon-language talk:: 11:02 PM [Cptn Ja'Lale] PAUSE SIM 11:02 PM [Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja’Lale -> Good job. TBS will be one hour. We'll start setting things up with the air filtration and medical stuff, etc Any questions?

[Apologies for the huge image below! ] Researchers detect water in planet outside our solar system Barbara K. Kennedy February 24, 2014 UNIVERSITY PARK, Pa. -- Water has been detected in the atmosphere of a planet outside our solar system with a new technique that could help researchers to learn how many planets with water, like Earth, exist throughout the universe. The team of scientists that made the discovery includes astronomers at Penn State and other institutions. The astronomers detected the water in the atmosphere of a planet as massive as Jupiter that is orbiting the nearby star tau Boötis. The discovery is described in a scientific paper published in the Feb. 24 online version of The Astrophysical Journal Letters. Chad Bender, a research associate in the Penn State Department of Astronomy and Astrophysics and a co-author of the paper, said "Planets like tau Bootes b, which are as massive as Jupiter but much hotter, do not exist in our solar system. Our detection of water in the atmosphere of tau Bootes b is important because it helps us understand how these exotic hot-Jupiter planets form and evolve. It also demonstrates the effectiveness of our new technique, which detects the infrared radiation in the atmospheres of these planets." Scientists previously had detected water vapor on a handful of other planets, using a technique that works only if a planet has an orbit that passes it in front of its star, when viewed from Earth. Scientists also were able to use another imaging technique that works only if the planet is sufficiently far away from its host star. However, significant portions of the population of extrasolar planets do not fit either of these criteria, and there had not been a way to discover information about the atmospheres of these planets. "We now are applying our effective new infrared technique to several other nontransiting planets orbiting stars near the sun," Bender said. "These planets are much closer to us than the nearest transiting planets, but largely have been ignored by astronomers because directly measuring their atmospheres with previously existing techniques was difficult or impossible." With the new detection technique and more-powerful future telescopes such as the James Webb Space Telescope and the Thirty Meter Telescope, the astronomers expect to be able to examine the atmospheres of planets that are much cooler and more distant from their host stars, where liquid water is even more likely to exist. Bender is leading a larger project to characterize the atmospheres of many hot-Jupiter extrasolar planets. The tau Bootis discovery is one subcomponent of this larger project. The data analysis and publication of the tau Bootis discovery was led by Alexandra Lockwood at Caltech as part of her thesis with her adviser, Geoffrey Blake, professor of cosmochemistry and planetary sciences and professor of chemistry at Caltech, and much of the initial data reduction for this discovery was carried out by Alexander Richert, a Penn State graduate student. The findings appear in the The Astrophysical Journal Letters in a paper titled "Near-IR Direct Detection of Water Vapor in tau Bootis b." The co-authors of the paper are at institutions including CalTech, Penn State, the Naval Research Laboratory, the University of Arizona and the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics. The work was funded by the National Science Foundation Graduate Research Fellowship Program, the David and Lucile Packard and Alfred P. Sloan foundations, and the Penn State Center for Exoplanets and Habitable Worlds.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> So last week, the Challenger crew received it's orders; to proceed to the Klingon homeworld Qo'noS and set up air filtration equipment and monitor the air levels around the planet. Four years have past since the Praxis explosion & TBS was 3 days Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> No eh? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM H.G. Reed -> :: Working at her station. :: Cmdr Rinax -> ::wrestling in her nightmares, med techs are treating her as she occasionally comes out of it:: Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm, enjoying the view::: Cmdr Rinax -> ::and is still in sickbay for the time being:: Derrick Sabin -> brb Cassie Granger -> ::enters the bridge, PADD in hand:: Morning, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Morning. H.G. Reed -> :: Smiles at Kal. :: Your manner suggests you are quite eager to begin this mission. Cassie Granger -> ::sits in the XO chair, hands him the PADD:: Situational update from Klingon space. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the bridge.. always with the bridge... No one ever just comes to visit poor Hok for a good argument :: Hunter Matheson -> Uh.. well, ma'am... not necessarily eager, but the sooner we're there the sooner we'll get it over with. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Takes PADD and quickly reads through it:: THank you/ Cassie Granger -> ::can offer a good argument if needed::: Cassie Granger -> Situation doesn't seem to have changed much. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Not surprising. Cassie Granger -> No eyes on the ground, though. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods. :: That is a rational point of view. Are you concerned? Hunter Matheson -> ::glance left, then right::: Hunter Matheson -> ::leans over, confidential:: Damn right I am. Hunter Matheson -> ::leaves it at that::: H.G. Reed -> :: Brows raise. :: Your concern is likely justified. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::In the Mess getting breakfast. Hair a little disheveled as she head a long night.:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::making her rounds in sick bay, checking in on her patient on the VIP biobed...Cmdr. Rinax:: Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath, lets it out:: H.G. Reed -> :: Clears her throat to change the subject. :: I was thinking we might boost the power to this console in order to allow us better control over our stations. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Is really thrilled to be heading to this part of space.. the communication traffic much be unlike anything he's experienced before :: Derrick Sabin -> ::in Sci lab going over air quality reports::: Hunter Matheson -> (w) Good idea. Cmdr Rinax -> ::in the end of a nightmare, med tech was tending to me:: Cassie Granger -> Mr. Hok, anything in the chatter? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The rest of the fleet forms up behind the CHallenger from SB 180. Gretchen Hanson -> ::gives Rinax a tap on the foot as she arrives at the station::: Are you awake, sleeping beauty? Dvokr chim Hok -> A lot of chatter, but not a lot of substance. Cassie Granger -> Explain "substance" Mr. Hok. H.G. Reed -> :: Smiles a bit. :: I will put in a request to the captain. Cmdr Rinax -> ::quickly comes out of her sleep, a little night-sweat across her brow:: Oh... I, Yes, Doctor. I am awake. ::a little disoriented, but quickly regains:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Well, peering into Klingon territory we have standard greetings, some confusion. They are still not used to having Federation ships in their space, even after all this time. A proud warrior race I would gather. Hunter Matheson -> :swivels to Ja'Lale:: Course and speed, Captain? Dvokr chim Hok -> Our ship to ship chatter involves a lot of people catching up with old friends, the Starfleet family. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Plot course to Klingon homeworld, warp 7. Cassie Granger -> ::nods:: I'm going to feed some key words to you. Plug them in and make your console ping any time they come up. Dvokr chim Hok -> I'll keep looking for anything more than that Captain...er Captains. Gretchen Hanson -> ::looks at her chart and frowns:: Some day you're going to have to tell me what the backstory for these nightmares is all about. I can't keep drugging you into duty fitness forever. Hunter Matheson -> Plotting course... Qo'noS, warp 7. ::glance to Reed for the exact course:: Derrick Sabin -> ::not sure whether to believe the improvements noted, or if it's just someone's wishful thinking:: H.G. Reed -> :: Taps her console and transmits coordinates. :: Course laid in. Dvokr chim Hok -> Keywords received Captain Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Quietly eats her breakfast, as she thinks about what she needs to do next and for the rest of the day before her shift starts.:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::slow look away, then around noticing that she's alone with Gretchen, then speaks softly:: Doctor Hanson, when I was taken on that planet... well, I think my nightmares may actually be some sort of reality for what went on. Hunter Matheson -> Executing at warp 7. Cassie Granger -> ::nods to Hok::aside to Ja'Lale:: Think they can all keep up at that speed? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods at Hok:: Thank you. Gretchen Hanson -> ::sets her padd down on the foot of the bed::: What do you remember? H.G. Reed -> You would think I spend all my spare time thinking about work with the way I've been going on. However, I also had some ideas to boost engine output. I ought to speak to engineering. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Turns to Granger:: For the most part, yes. We'll probably have to slow down every now and then Hunter Matheson -> ::crooked grin:: Should have been an engineer? Cassie Granger -> Open comm to the fleet, then, sir? Cmdr Rinax -> I'm still trying to isolate specifics from my actual memories versus what things are in my nightmares. ::sits up half way, leaning down on one elbow, placing her body on her side, so she's facing the doctor:: There was a room... I was put on a table rather roughly... ::slow blink, trying to split reality from nightmares:: Cassie Granger -> ::takes a PADD that's handed to her from CMTAC tech, nods, then hands it back::: Derrick Sabin -> ::runs a diagnostic on the forward sensor array in anticipation of long range scans;: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hears the comm notification :: H.G. Reed -> :: Shakes her head. :: No, I am just passionate about my job. Gretchen Hanson -> ::thinks back as to how Rinax was carried to SB and probably not gently deposited on the biobed:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::closes her eyes, gritting her teeth:: I am having trouble deciphering reality, doctor. I am grateful you give me sleeping aids, but I fear even going to sleep. ::looks back at the doctor:: There were all these wires... ::makes a motion around her head at first, then waves over her body:: They were everywhere. Cassie Granger -> ::hard to keep a Marine sitting down, she stands to wander the bridge, stopping at communications first:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain, care for a listen? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger & Fleet jumps to warp. Hunter Matheson -> ::satisfied nod:: Me, I like to run small craft. Sneak up on 'em. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yes. Sure Cassie Granger -> Sounds like a plan, Hok. ::nods to the captain:: H.G. Reed -> :: Looks intrigued. :: Then how did you become a helm officer on a starship? Gretchen Hanson -> As I recall, Commander, the rescue team found you entangled in some kind of native vegetation similar to vines. Hunter Matheson -> Go where you're told to, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis -> :;Disposes of her tray once finished and exits the Mess. Deciding to forego changing clothes at the moment, she instead takes a TL up sickbay.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Diverts his comm feed to the speakers, A series of tones and voice communications litter the bridge. At least 10 conversations are occurring at once :: Cmdr Rinax -> ::considers the vegetation comment, frowns:: I don't know, I don't know... ::breathing increases:: I just can't remember.:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::feels rather broken, and fights back tears:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Wide eyes as others probably can't make heads or tails from all the noise :: Derrick Sabin -> ::the diagnostic runs its course and comes back nominal:: H.G. Reed -> :: Shrugs :: Very true. However, should you have the opportunity, I would assume you would be in the cockpit of a shuttle. Cassie Granger -> Filter that comm to this frequency. Cassie Granger -> It's the standard armada frequency for command only. Cmdr Rinax -> ::puts one hand on her forehead:: If I could just open my mind up, I can't figure out how to make my mind put the memories back together. Dvokr chim Hok -> Right. :: The conversations drop from 10 to 1 :: Hunter Matheson -> There.. and a few other places. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good stuff. Cassie Granger -> The only other one you should have on there is what I gave you from... where we're going. Gretchen Hanson -> Well, we're still flushing your system clean of the toxins in your bloodstream. They were also found in the fruits found around the area where you were held. Cmdr Rinax -> I was not aware of this... how many toxins were in me? Do you know what their purpose could have been? H.G. Reed -> Who wouldn't? Hunter Matheson -> ::grin:: Beats me. Dvokr chim Hok -> Understood Captain Granger. H.G. Reed -> Although, I will say I would much rather be station on a starship, then planetside. Dvokr chim Hok -> Granger... Cmdr Rinax -> ::is more worried now, knowing her own background and what intel she's been privy to in the past:: Does the Captain know about this? Cassie Granger -> ::moves over to Sabin:: Ensign. Anything interesting? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: It doesn't take long before the Challenger and fleet near the border. Cassie Granger -> ::looks back to Hok:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Nods he can wait :: Hunter Matheson -> Approaching the border, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks.. ::before he can finish, they are hailed:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Casually enters sickbay in her shorts and tanktop, looking around for someone in particular.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::tending to business now:: H.G. Reed -> :: Focuses her attention on the task at hand as well. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> Incoming communication Captain Cptn Ja'Lale -> On screen. Cassie Granger -> ::hovering over Derrick Sabin ::: Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye :: Comm onscreen :: Cassie Granger -> ::assumes formal posture, facing the screen::: Gretchen Hanson -> All of the plants held essentially the same formula - a strong psychoeugenic stimulant. It could be something as simple as a natural defense to keep predators from eating them. And yes, the Captain knows, though I don't think he's worried about monkeys as spies. Hunter Matheson -> (Never can tell about monkeys, Doc) Derrick Sabin -> ::to Granger:: Nothing outstanding. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Klingon> +Challenger+ ::A scowling Klingon appears on screen:: Federation, this is the IKS Da'tang. We are to escort your fleet to Quo'noS. You are to follow us. Do not deviate from this path. Cmdr Rinax -> Monkeys... they attacked me, right? ::looks at her limbs, feeling what may be residual pain from the attack that she wants to confirm as being real:: Derrick Sabin -> I don't want to start long range scans and get the neighbors excited until I get the ok from the Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Klingon> +Challenger+ Likewise, do not beam down to the homeworld or any Klingon installation or territory without permission. Failure to do so, will be seen as an act of war. Cassie Granger -> ::Sabin:: Understood. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Da'tang, out! ::cuts comm:: Cassie Granger -> ::turns to Ja'Lale:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Nice guy. Gretchen Hanson -> Yes they did. After that, we not so sure what happened. Cassie Granger -> Looks like our intel was pretty darned close. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Six Klingon vessels decloak in front of the fleet. Hunter Matheson -> ::puts on the brakes::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Finally spots who she was after. She walks over to where Gretchen and Rinax were talking.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Channel closed. Cmdr Rinax -> wheww, thanks for confirming that much, Gretchen. Feeling like you are having nightmares.. yet having residual pain just confuses my psyche, you know? Gretchen Hanson -> ::catches a glimpse of Sylvanis approaching:: Cmdr Rinax -> (Oh goodie, many Klingons! LOL) Cassie Granger -> ::Hok:: Relay the message to the fleet. Kal, Slow to impulse until we find out what's going on. Gretchen Hanson -> In the meantime, do you want to get back to work? Hunter Matheson -> Impulse, aye. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Here we go. Dvokr chim Hok -> Pleasant folk. Gretchen Hanson -> ::gives Sylvanis a "hold on a minute" hand", then remembers what she's probably here for, and motions over to a biobed on the opposite side of SB;: Cmdr Rinax -> Can I get released? ::considers sleeping in her own bed, and has a slight fearful look across her face:: Cassie Granger -> ::Sabin:: Guess we got an answer on scanning. ::wry:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger fleet cross the border, as they do, the Klingon escort ships form around the ships in the fleet. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods quietly as she moves over to the empty bed.:: Cassie Granger -> ::moves back to the XO chair:: Gretchen Hanson -> Up to you. As I said, I can't drug you forever. But in the short term, I think the Captain would like to have you back on the bridge. Hunter Matheson -> (w) Which way they got us going? Derrick Sabin -> ::glad he didn't do any scans on his own, sure that the Klingons would consider that an act of war as well:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Reed:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::raises herself to a sitting position on the biobed, legs dangling off the side:: Physicallky, I suppose I am ready for duty... I may visit you at the end of my shift, doc, if that's ok? Gretchen Hanson -> It's more than ok, I'm making that a doctor's order, a condition of your release. :::fills a hypo and administers it to Rinax::: Cmdr Rinax -> ::warm smile, grateful Hanson's got her best interest:: Really appreciate this doc... I will see you later then. H.G. Reed -> It appears they are taking us the long way around. Gretchen Hanson -> ::smiles back at Rinax and backs away and moves over to Sylvanis::: Here for the usual, I presume? Hunter Matheson -> (w) Figures. Cptn Ja'Lale -> No surprise there. Derrick Sabin -> (Klingons would make good taxi drivers) Hunter Matheson -> (Got that right.) Cmdr Rinax -> ::slips off the biobed, doesn't feel pain like she had previously, so clearly knows that her physical recover must be finished, leaves sickbay and heads towards the hallway, then the TL, but not before saying thanks to the Doctor and medical staff that have been caring for her:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: Of course, Doc. ::Quietly as she looks around Gretchen.:: So the Commander is finally out and about? H.G. Reed -> They must think we don't know the direct route. Cassie Granger -> ::leans toward Ja'Lale:: The Khitomer Accords are still in force, right, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods:: They are, yes. Hunter Matheson -> (w) Oh, they do. It's their way of intimidating. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Carefully listening to local comm traffic :: Gretchen Hanson -> ::glances over as Rinax exits SB, then turns back to Sylvanis::: Seems that way. Cmdr Rinax -> ::in the TL:: Bridge. Gretchen Hanson -> And how about you? Your treatments working out alright? Dyan Sylvanis -> That's good. ::Nods.:: Yes. So far no problems. Cassie Granger -> ::taking everything in:: H.G. Reed -> Or perhaps boring us? Gretchen Hanson -> Good, we'll keep the same mix. :::goes to the med dispenser and fills a hypo with Sylvanis' special cocktail of suppressants:: Hunter Matheson -> ::derisive snort:: They're Klingons. It's what they do. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: As Hunter pointed out, the route takes them in a long arc around Klingon space, away from most planets and outposts to Kronos. Hunter Matheson -> It's the scenic route. Cmdr Rinax -> ::the TL arrives, doors swish open, and Rinax takes in a deep breath, then lets it out as she takes her first step to return back to duty, walks around over to the XO's chair to find Cassie in it, with a smile greets them:: Captain, and Captain. It looks like I have some updates to read to catch up. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Pulls her hair from her shoulder as she tilts her neck.:: Cassie Granger -> ::stands:: Commander. Gretchen Hanson -> ::applies the hypo and watches, as though some physical change might happen. She knows it doesn't work that way, but all the same, she watches;: Cassie Granger -> ::moves aside to allow her access:: Cassie Granger -> I can report, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Lets go of her hair and glances up at Gretchen looking back at her.:: Um..all set? H.G. Reed -> What an enjoyable Sunday drive; Gretchen Hanson -> ::her eyes snap back into focus from being lost in thought:: Set? Yes, you're good to go. Cmdr Rinax -> Captain, would this be an appropriate time for me to take the Captain to the Conference room, so I can get up to speed, or did you need her on the bridge at this moment? Hunter Matheson -> ::feels like a dog on a leash:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Hops down from the bed, smiling.:: Thanks Doc. ::Starts for the exit.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Oh, Commander. You're back, of course. Derrick Sabin -> ::would love to be running a side scan as the ship makes it convoluted path deeper into Klingon space:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Bit confusing there lol, I think the Marine Captain for Cass would be a good way to distinguish us when we're together heh) Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Captain captain everywhere :: Cassie Granger -> (Or just Granger, or Cass) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (yeah, or Ja'Lale) H.G. Reed -> :: Itching to change course. : Hunter Matheson -> ::in a slow, meandering arc around Klingon space::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Random Klingon Dude> ::itching to blow the Challenger to smithereens if they do:: Cmdr Rinax -> I appreciate that Captain, I'll get up to speed as quickly as I can. MCaptain? Would you come to the conference room with me? Cassie Granger -> Yes, ma'am. Cassie Granger -> ::nods:: Captain. Cmdr Rinax -> (LOL Klingon Dude) Gretchen Hanson -> ::watches Sylvanis go and shakes her head. This is certainly an interesting case:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::heads into the conference room, while nodding and saying hi to others on the bridge:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::pours a glass of water:: Thirsty, Cassie? Cassie Granger -> ::enters the conference room, engaging the main tactical screen:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Heads back down to MARDET and her bunk.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Commander Morrison always called Captain Granger "Cass" :: Cassie Granger -> Water works, Commander. Thank you. Cmdr Rinax -> ::pours an additional glass and puts them on the conference room table, and slips into a chair:: Please, be comfortable. H.G. Reed -> :: Chafing at the ridiculousness of the situation. :: You would think we have all the time in the world. Cassie Granger -> ::slips easily into a chair::: Gretchen Hanson -> :::looks around an empty SB:: Computer, lights down to night duty standard. Hunter Matheson -> ::smirk:: We do, ma'am. Nothing else going on. Hunter Matheson -> ::nods at Reed's console:: Watch out for crazy Ivans. They'll pull them just so they can have an excuse to fire. H.G. Reed -> :: Frowns :: Thanks for the warning. You are most likely right. Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job everyone. Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS will be 6 hours, at which point we will be arriving at Qo'noS. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there are no other questions, sim dismissed. Have a great week everyone.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Challenger had just dropped off Randall after a visit from ADmiral Baldwin and was headed to its ultimate destianation point. 2 days has past and it's hoped we'll finally get our orders. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Dvokr chim Hok -> None Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::in sickbay, still in biobed, and may not completely regain consciousness yet.. sort of in-and-out of it:: ((How convienent with bronchitis. Tee hee hee)) H.G. Reed -> :: At her station on the bridge. :: Cassie Granger -> ::enters the bridge, straight from CMTAC, takes her place in the XO chair:: Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Captain Hunter Matheson -> ::doubletake, turns back to helm:: Hunter Matheson -> (m) Never gonna get used to that. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: At the comm board :: Cassie Granger -> Problem, Gunny? Hunter Matheson -> ::turns:: Uh.. no, ma'am. H.G. Reed -> :: Filing operational reports. :: Cassie Granger -> Good. Carry on. Hunter Matheson -> ::turns back, slow exhale:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger receives a hail from Starfleet Command. Cassie Granger -> ::paging through reports:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain, incoming comminication from Starfleet Command. H.G. Reed -> Everything okay, Kal? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::In MARDET, sitting at a table in the briefing room, looking over a PADD.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::glance over:: yes, ma'am. Just fine. Cptn Ja'Lale -> OPen channel Cassie Granger -> ::puts her PADD aside to listen:: Hunter Matheson -> ::sits a little straighter:: H.G. Reed -> :: Nods, returns her attention to the reports. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> Channel open Hunter Matheson -> ::crooked smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Admiral Franklin> +Challenger+ Good to see you again, Captain. Now that you've arrived, we can give your orders. Sorry we had to take so long, but due to the sensitive nature of this mission, we had to make sure you we in a safe place Dvokr chim Hok -> Channel encrypted Captain. H.G. Reed -> :: Smiles a little as well. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Franklin> +Challenger+ You are to rendezvous with a support fleet of ten vessels currently at Starbase 180 by the Klingon border. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Franklin> +C+ Since the Praxis explosion, the toxic radiation levels have dropped significantly and the radiation waves from Praxis appears to have subsided. You are to head to Kronos, at the request of the Chancellor, and ascertain if the air levels are safe and to set up filtration equipment to purify the air. Cptn Ja'Lale -> You'll also work with the fleet and the KLingon government to determine, if and when the affected areas can be relocated. Cptn Ja'Lale -> repopulated* Cptn Ja'Lale -> J> ::rubs chin:: Interesting.. I believe the Challenger's first CMO is still there? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Glances at Granger :: H.G. Reed -> :: Listening, intent. :: Cassie Granger -> ::notices the glance in her peripheral vision, her eyes focused on the screen:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Franklin> +Callenger+ Dr. Giggidoni is still there yes, assisting with the evacuation at that time. She will also be part of your team, and was given the heads up. You are to meet with her, and Intelligence Officer Haskins once you arrive. Goodluck Captain. T Cptn Ja'Lale -> F> Time is of the essence, so I suggest you leave immediately. Starfleet out. ::Cuts comm:: Cassie Granger -> ::looks to Ja'Lale:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looks back at Cass:: Well, well.. I remember Captain Seiben telling me about that mission. Hunter Matheson -> ::configuring for a change in vector:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Channel closed. Cassie Granger -> Praxis, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Yes, the Challenger was sent in to help assist with the evacuation phase of the Khitomer Accords. Cptn Ja'Lale -> It was one of the ship's first missions if I recall correctly, just a few weeks after its launch. Cptn Ja'Lale -> That was three years ago Hunter Matheson -> ::glance at Reed's board for a course to 180:: Cassie Granger -> ::nods:: His daughter is chancellor now. Azetbur. H.G. Reed -> :: sends the necessary coordinates. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::nods as they ping to his console:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: That's right.. what a mess that was. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Mr Hunter, set a course for SB 180, max warp Hunter Matheson -> Starbasse 180, maximum warp, aye. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Starts to log comm traffic along their route :: Hunter Matheson -> *base Hunter Matheson -> Course laid in. At your command, Sir. Hunter Matheson -> :::hand on the throttle:: H.G. Reed -> :: Makes a nite in the status report. :: H.G. Reed -> Note Hunter Matheson -> :turns, waiting to engage:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::little groggy as a med tech comes by to check her vitals on the overhead biobed console, finds the Commander too out of it to fulfill any portion of a conversation, and just lets her drift back off:: Cassie Granger -> Go ahead, Gunny. Hunter Matheson -> Engaging at maximum warp. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Pauses in her reading a moment as she feels the ship shift.:: We must be in a hurry. ::Looks over at a couple of other Marines at another table who heard the comment. They just shrug.:: Cassie Granger -> ::Ja'Lale, as she checks her PADD reports:: Normal chatter around Qo'noS, Captain. Nothing but ordinary disagreements, things you'd find anywhere on any planet. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Good to know, that's somewhat reassuring. Cassie Granger -> ::nod:: And Chancellor Azetbur is working in the vein of her father, trying to form peaceful bonds with the Federation. At least until they get their planet straightened out. ::wan smile:: H.G. Reed -> :: Sideways glance at Kal. :: When was the last time you were this deep into Klingon space? Hunter Matheson -> The last time? Well... Spector went in a time or two, but I can't tell you when, cause it was never there. ::grin:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good to know Captain Kirk's efforts didn't go in vain. Cmdr Rinax -> ((LOL Kal)) H.G. Reed -> :: Smiles a little. :: Then I shouldn't assume that you know much Kligon? Cassie Granger -> Aye, sir. H.G. Reed -> *Klingon Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Concentrating on his comm traffic :: Hunter Matheson -> Klingon? Hell, no. Don't need to know Klingon for what we do. Hunter Matheson -> Went in with Kitty Hawk after Praxis. H.G. Reed -> :: Looks thoughtful. :: it doesn't hurt to know what your friends, or enemies, are speaking of. Hunter Matheson -> ::shrug:: We talk in other ways, ma'am. Leave the real talk to Cap'n Granger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::to Kal:: Helped with the evac too? Hunter Matheson -> ::turns:: Yes, sir. Hell of a thing that was. Nasty atmo around that planet. Hunter Matheson -> Talk about dodging debris... Lt Sylvanis might have her hands full flyin' through that. Hunter Matheson -> 'Course.. she's no Swickie. ::grin:: Cassie Granger -> ::eyes Kal, listening:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods: Captain Seiben said the same things. Though, I'll have to see if I can get ahold of him, and share more of his experiences there. I think he should be in Geneva this time of year. H.G. Reed -> :: Shrugs :: Perhaps. Cassie Granger -> Nice place to be this time of year, Captain. Cassie Granger -> ::leans forward:: You have an ETA, Gunny? Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. ::checks:: Hunter Matheson -> Three days at max warp. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Just remember to drop back to cruise speed every 12 hours for an hour or so. Otherwise, I don't think Lt Freeman would be very happy. H.G. Reed -> We have plenty of time to prepare then. Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Got it, sir. Cassie Granger -> ::Hok:: Mr. Hok, inform the Marine Detachment of our mission. Have them prepare for S&R if necessary. Cassie Granger -> Ready all vessels for full deployment. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: H.G. Reed -> :: Making a list as Granger speaks. :: Cassie Granger -> ::turns to Ja'Lale:: Inform medical as well, sir? Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Contacts the marine attachment :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Speaks to the marines and a transcript of the instructions Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::sends a message to Ambassador Seiben to set up some time to contact him about his experiences at Kronos:: Cassie Granger -> ::checking the specs on Challenger in prep for Qo'noS atmosphere:: H.G. Reed -> :: Sends Granger her dictated list. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 minutes) Cassie Granger -> ::pinged:: Thank you, Lt Reed. H.G. Reed -> You are welcome, hopefully it will be useful. Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain Granger, the marines have been informed. Cassie Granger -> Yes, it will. Mr. Hok, get detailed information from science on the present state of the atmosphere there and inform engineering to prepare. Cassie Granger -> ::looks to Ja'Lale:: Anything else, Captain? Cassie Granger -> ::PADD in lap:: Cmdr Rinax -> Med Tech> +Bridge/Cassie (that is, if you did contact sickbay as prev. mentioned)+ message received, will inform the CMO. Cassie Granger -> +MED+ Very well. Hunter Matheson -> ::relaxes a bit, watching his board, thinking about how nice it would be in Geneva right now:: Dvokr chim Hok -> +Sci+ Please send the latest data on the atmospheric conditions of Qo'NoS. Hunter Matheson -> ::in a ski lodge::: Hunter Matheson -> ::eyes flick to Reed::with the right... person::: Cassie Granger -> ::stands to hover behind Kal:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cassie Granger -> ::pause:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::paused:: Hunter Matheson -> ::paused:: Hunter Matheson -> Saved by the pause. ::whew:: H.G. Reed -> :: paused :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good job, folks. TBS will be 3 days, when we'll be arriving at SB 180 and the fleet. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Questions? Hunter Matheson -> No, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there is no questions, we'll dismiss. Good night folks, have a great week Cassie Granger -> Same to you, Captain. Cassie Granger -> Night, all. Cmdr Rinax -> G'night everyone H.G. Reed -> nght Hunter Matheson -> Night Dvokr chim Hok -> Night

Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK, looks like everyone's here. I'm not sure if Cdr Rinax will be joining us today as I believe she has internet problems but we'll go ahead & begin Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job on the logs for those who wrote them. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, we finished our mission at that planet near the Neutral Zone and had a brief respite at Starbase 86. Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS was 3 days and the Challenger is currently on route to its next mission, of which we have yet to receive orders for. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM John Randall -> ::in engineering at his station, performing regular duties:: H.G. Reed -> :: At her station on the bridge. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::On MARDET:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Steady on course. ::still wondering what's next for them:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the bridge :: Derrick Sabin -> ::in Science:: H.G. Reed -> Aye, Captain. :: Taps the console. :: EddieFreeman -> ::walking in to engineering, heading for his own station:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::in her quarters finishing up storing all the shoes she bought on the Starbase:: H.G. Reed -> :: Checks course before sending status updates to ENG. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> (Cass not coming back?) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Doesn't look like it.)) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (She had to leave earlier) Gretchen Hanson -> ::using the down time to do some house cleaning:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Heads into the gym for a little PT.:: John Randall -> ::receives status updates from the bridge; tags them, and sends them to Freeman's station:: EddieFreeman -> ::looking at the updates as they arrive:: Still no orders, huh? John Randall -> ::glances over to Freeman:: Apparently not, Chief. Derrick Sabin -> :::satisfied that all systems are in the green::: John Randall -> Lieutenant Davis kinda likes it, though; he's doing some tune-ups while we're doing warp 7. EddieFreeman -> The down-time is nice, gotta admit. Makes room for work that's not about keeping the ship from exploding. ::still sifting through the updates:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::waiting to hear back from Starfleet, but no luck so far:: They sure are keeping their cards close to their chest this time. Makes me wonder about our next mission, eh? H.G. Reed -> :: Nods to the captain. :: It is a bit of a mystery, is it not? John Randall -> ::nodding at Freeman's remark:: Yeah, gives time to catch up on all the routine stuff we've kinda fell behind on. Gretchen Hanson -> ::mesmerized by her Rumba as it cruises around her quarters::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yes, they aren't usually this slow in sending us our orders. I suppose once we get there, they'll give us our orders. H.G. Reed -> Does that not cause you some concern? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Listening in to the bridge talk :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> It does, yes. THat usually means it'll be a tough mission. Cptn Ja'Lale -> They want to mitigate the risks of a leak perhaps. Cptn Ja'Lale -> We should be there within the hour, right? H.G. Reed -> Yes. It seems odd that they did not specify our purpose for this mission. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Which all the more makes me concerned. ' H.G. Reed -> Agreed. We ought to be cautious. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Bad enough that Commander Rinax and Cass are still resting in sickbay... H.G. Reed -> Is something hampering their recovery? Gretchen Hanson -> (I thought Cass got out 2 weeks ago? Did Cmdr. Rinax pay me a visit last week?) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Yes, my bad. Since they aren't here.. we'll assume they're in their quarters) John Randall -> (I think Rinax was still in sickbay; she was dreaming she is aboard a Romulan ship) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (I'll leave it to Rinax to determine where her character is ::Shrugs, easy way out :D :: ) John Randall -> (cool) Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain, we are receiving a hail from Admiral Baldwin, USS Avenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> On screen. Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye John Randall -> Baldwin> +Challenger+ This is the USS Avenger calling Challenger come in, please. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Admiral Baldwin> +Challenger+ Good afternoon Captain. Nice to see you again, it's been too long. Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Sorry - go ahead and play as Baldwin) Dvokr chim Hok -> (Baldwin brothers?) Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Baldwin+ Ja'Lale here. Good to see you sir. John Randall -> Baldwin> +Ja'Lale+ Captain, I request you bring your ship to a halt; we are only 5 minutes behind you. I have an urgent request to make of you. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::new orders?:: +Baldwin+ Of course. Cptn Ja'Lale -> See you then. H.G. Reed -> :: Listens to the exchange, curious. :: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Ja'Lale+ Thank you, Captain. Baldwin out. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Bring us to a halt, please Mr. Reed. H.G. Reed -> Aye, sir. :: Taps the console and brings the ship to a halt. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I wonder what he wants. Hopefully something to do with our next mission. EddieFreeman -> ::looking up as the engines suddenly go quiet:: John Randall -> ::does the same, looks over at Freeman:: Hm, wonder what's up? H.G. Reed -> I would still advise caution, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Agreed. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger grinds to a halt; the Avenger is not far behind. EddieFreeman -> Mind watchin' the shop? I'm headed up to the bridge. ::getting out of his seat:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Finished with her workout, so she hits the showers.:: John Randall -> ::nods:: No problem, Chief. ::watches Eddie leave:: John Randall -> Baldwin> +Ja'Lale+ Captain Ja'Lale, I will beam to your ready room in 2 minutes. We are matching your position. Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Baldwin+ Acknowledged, we're ready and waiting. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Well, you have the bridge Lt. Reed Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::heads to the Ready Room:: H.G. Reed -> Aye, sir. H.G. Reed -> :: Stays at her console, making reports and adjusting settings. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::sits down in his office in the ready room ahead of the Admiral's arrival: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Smiles at Lt. Reed having the conn :: John Randall -> ::Baldwin materializes in the ready room; steps forward, and holds out his hand to Ja'Lale:: Captain, thank you for accommodating me. H.G. Reed -> :: Notes the change in watch in the log. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::watches the admiral materialize:: Of course, not a problem Admiral. How can we be of assistance? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: He was pretty sure if given command of the bridge the ship would fall apart out of spite :: John Randall -> Baldwin> Captain, I have a.....personal....request to make of you. I am about to embark on a top secret mission for Starfleet Intelligence. I would like to ask that Lieutenant John Randall be included in the mission. EddieFreeman -> ::slips onto the bridge, looking around and taking up a post at an engineering console:: H.G. Reed -> :: Makes another notation regarding the presence of Lt. Freeman. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::surprised:: Oh. It must be of pretty good importance. If Lt. Randall is okay to go, I have no problems in him going. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Shall I call him up, or does he know of it in advance? John Randall -> Baldwin> ::nods:: Randall will be instrumental in this mission. His adeptness at reading alien langauges is something I am badly in need of. For your ears only, Captain, I will tell you, it involves the Romulans. H.G. Reed -> :: Makes small adjustments to the main sensor array. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Romulans. I see. Well, I've no objections, but bring him back in one piece; we need him too. EddieFreeman -> ::fiddling with bridge consoles, using techniques from a recent paper to make them less explody:: John Randall -> Baldwin> ::winces:: Yes, I'm still aware of the last mission we 'borrowed' him for. This time, Captain, he will not leave my sight. Cptn Ja'Lale -> I don't doubt you'll keep him safe. I wish the both of you good luck. H.G. Reed -> :: Patches in the latest upgrades to the main viewer. :: John Randall -> Baldwin> ::nods:: Would you call him up here, Captain? He has no knowledge I'm here. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Of course. Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Randall+ Lt. Randall, please report to the ready room. John Randall -> ::hears the communication, and raises his eyebrows:: +Ja'Lale+ On my way, Captain. John Randall -> ::calls over Davis, and puts him in charge of engineering; goes to the turbolift:: Bridge. John Randall -> ::tabs the intercom during the ride:: +Freeman+ Randall to Freeman. EddieFreeman -> ::replacing a panel:: +Randall+ Freeman. What's up? John Randall -> +Freeman+ Chief, I'm on the way to the captain's ready room, just wanted you to know. EddieFreeman -> +Randall+ Are they "borrowing" you again? That never ends well. H.G. Reed -> :: Wonders at their latest mission and what the admiral is asking of the Captain. :: John Randall -> +Freeman+ I have no idea, Chief. I'll let you know. Randall out. John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and he goes down the corridor to the captain's ready room; presses the door chime:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Enter. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Thought to place a false Romulan ship on Reed's display, but thought better not to :: EddieFreeman -> ::sitting back at the console and checking systems:: John Randall -> ::walks in, and stops short at the sight of Admiral Baldwin; turns to the captain:: Reporting as ordered, sir. H.G. Reed -> :: Makes a note to schedule another training session with Kal. :: John Randall -> ::nods to the admiral, who smiles at him:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very good Lieutenant. Well, it seems Admiral Baldwin might have something new for you. John Randall -> ::raises his eyebrows, and looks at Baldwin:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods, and offers to let the Admiral inform John:: John Randall -> Baldwin> Good to see you again, Lieutenant. I'm here to draft you for a mission, if you're interested. John Randall -> ::looks at the captain, and nods guardedly:: If it's all right with the captain, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods:: Fine by me John Randall -> ::turns back to the admiral:: I guess I'm yours, sir. Do I need anything special? John Randall -> Baldwin> No, we have what you need aboard the Avenger. Time is of the essence, Lieutenant. If you're ready, we'll beam over. John Randall -> ::nods at Baldwin:: Ready, sir. ::turns to Ja'Lale:: Good fortune, sir. I guess I'll see you when I get back. H.G. Reed -> :: Sends in a request to book practice time on the range. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> See you then. Good luck Lieutenant. May fortune favour the bold. John Randall -> ::Baldwin calls the Avenger, and he and Randall shimmer out of existence:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good job everyone. Cptn Ja'Lale -> John will be away for a few weeks but will be back soon, and hopefully, this time in one piece :D Cptn Ja'Lale -> Meanwhile, the rest of us will continue to our coordinates and(hopefully) receive our new orders. TBS will be 1 day. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? EddieFreeman -> That's a bummer. It'll be quiet down there in engineering. :P Dvokr chim Hok -> Is it Romulans? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Maybe.. hope not :P EddieFreeman -> It's always Romulans, even when it's Klingons. John Randall -> I'll be posting logs soon Dvokr chim Hok -> I was just kidding with Reed earlier...or was I. Cptn Ja'Lale -> lol. John Randall -> So, I'll see y'all in a couple of weeks H.G. Reed -> THe world may never know. EddieFreeman -> See you soon, hopefully! Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there is nothing else, sim dismissed.. have a great week everyone and see you soon John

From the Penn State University Newswire: 1. Nanomotors are controlled, for the first time, inside living cells For the first time, a team of chemists and engineers at Penn State have placed tiny synthetic motors inside live human cells, propelled them with ultrasonic waves and steered them magnetically. It's not exactly "Fantastic Voyage," but it's close. The nanomotors, which are rocket-shaped metal particles, move around inside the cells, spinning and battering against the cell membrane. More information can be found at Penn State's web site.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger returned to Federation space after deeming the planet unsuitable for colonization. Cdr Rinax, Cass and someone else were being treated by sickay staff. 3 days past and we are ready to depart Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIN Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm:: H.G. Reed -> :: At the nav station on the bridge, completing system diagnostics. :: John Randall -> ::in his bed, awakes from a good night's sleep; having returned to sickbay a day ago to undergo final treatments on his arm and leg:: Cassie Granger -> ::somewhere. she's not quite sure atm::: John Randall -> ::goes into the head to take a shower:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::in sickbay, still unconscious:: Hunter Matheson -> ::final preflight:: Hunter Matheson -> ::Ja'Lale:: Helm is ready for departure, Captain. H.G. Reed -> :: Glances at Hunter. :: Interesting mission? Cptn Ja'Lale -> REquest departure clearance. Hunter Matheson -> ::turns:: Guess you could say that, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::In MARDET, walking down the hall towards one of the training rooms.:: EddieFreeman -> ::back in engineering, poking at captured Romulan equipment to draw schematics for it:: Hunter Matheson -> ::looks to Hok:: John Randall -> ::finishes his shower, towels off, and goes into the bedroom for a fresh duty uniform:: H.G. Reed -> :: Nods silently, attending to her station. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::turns back to his console:: +SB36+ USS Challenger requesting clearance for departure. Hunter Matheson -> ::taptap::shifts, checks::: John Randall -> ::puts on his uniform, and leaves his cabin, going along the corridor to the turbolift; steps in:: Deck 12. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Departure clearance granted. Cptn Ja'Lale -> 1/4 impulse out of station Hunter Matheson -> One quarter impulse aye. Engaging. Hunter Matheson -> ::Reed:: You have a departure vector, ma'am? John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and he exits, goes down the corridor to engineering; enters, and goes to his station, logging in for duty:: H.G. Reed -> 45.6783 Hunter Matheson -> ::slow withdrawal:: Vector 45.6783, aye. Corridor secure. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods again. :: EddieFreeman -> ::calling over shoulder to Randall:: Welcome back. Feelin' better? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: at the comm console :: John Randall -> ::looks up at Freeman:: Hey, Chief. Yep, good as new, or so the doc tells me. ::smiles briefly:: Cassie Granger -> ::in CMTAC, catching up:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Enters the training room, already seeing a couple members of Shadow in the flight simulators.:: Hunter Matheson -> Turning into departure corridor. Sector exit ready, Captain. EddieFreeman -> That mission got pretty hairy, yeah? ::bent over the Romulan weapon, disassembling it:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::in her disjointed dreams, she hears mumbling that sounds like Romulans to her, she ... while dreaming ... slows her breathing, as not to let them know she's awake and listening to them, trying to hang on their every word as she attempts to translate their chatter:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Warp 7 once clear of station. John Randall -> ::checking reports as he answers:: Well, at least I didn't get into the fights with the ape-things; an alien circuit board sparking out on me was bad enough. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: listening to station chatter as they depart :: Hunter Matheson -> Ready to engage warp seven when clear. Dyan Sylvanis -> Grizzly> ::Large bear of a man, heads to one of the simulators. Looking over at Dyan.:: Time to beat your record, Boss. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Smirks.:: Not if I beat it first. H.G. Reed -> :: Makes small corrections to departure vector and feeds them to the helm. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::receives corrections, input:: Hunter Matheson -> Coming to...four five mark seven three seven by six three... EddieFreeman -> Yeah. I got lucky - the apes were too busy mauling Granger to come after me. Now I just need to avoid any haunted circuit boards myself. Hunter Matheson -> Two niner niner... engaging at warp 7. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hok let out a sigh...what a lonely stay over at the station :: H.G. Reed -> :: Brings navigation sensors to full capacity and begins a widespread sweep. :: John Randall -> Roger that, Chief. ::notices his friends Steve Davis and Jeff Michaels take their stations; both men wave at him, waves back:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: speaks up :: Comm chatter in the sector is clear Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods:: Cassie Granger -> ::checking over the combined mission assessment and shunts it to Ja'Lale::: John Randall -> Chief, any mission logs e-mailed to your station yet? Dyan Sylvanis -> Grizz> We'll see Ma'am. ::Hops into his simulator.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Quietly :: Were you able to schedule time on the range? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Does the same, going through setup before activating.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::doubletake::slightcough, then a nod::: Dvokr chim Hok -> +Granger+ Hok here. I trust you communication accommodations are in working order? EddieFreeman -> None that you wouldn't have gotten, too, I don't think. Why? ::glancing up to Randall:: Hunter Matheson -> ::feeling a blush coming on and wishing he had a bucket to hide in:: Cassie Granger -> ::looks up:: +Hok+ They are. Hunter Matheson -> ::recovers:: Dvokr chim Hok -> +Granger+ Let me know if that changes. John Randall -> ::shrugs:: Just noticing the engines whining a little, which means we've gone to warp. Wondering if our next mission details had been released yet. Cassie Granger -> +Hok+ Thank you, Lieutenant. I certainly will. Hunter Matheson -> ::slips the range time to Reed::: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: closes channel :: H.G. Reed -> :: Takes not of the time, wondering at Hutner's behaviour. :: Is something wrong? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: turns to watch those on the bridge :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger is currently in warp headed to parts unknown. Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks up:: Wrong? Oh.. no. Nothing wrong. Cmdr Rinax -> ::coming in and out of reality, merging the dream of romulan voices with those in sickbay around her in reality, really confused at what she's hearing, but decides, both in her dream and her semi-conscious sleep, that she's aboard what feels to be a Romulan ship, in a torture chamber of a sickbay under some Maenek's care, and will probably become some lab experiement soon if she doesn't come up with a plan - eyes still closed, body still as relaxed as she possibly can:: EddieFreeman -> Haven't heard anything yet. ::reassembling the rifle and closing the finished schematics:: It's unusual. We've usually gotten our new orders by now. H.G. Reed -> :: Raises a brow, but lets it go. :: Cassie Granger -> ::Exits CMTAC for the lift::: John Randall -> ::nods without looking up from his monitor:: That's the reason I asked. Oh well, we'll find out soon enough, I guess. ::reviews reports from delta shift:: Cassie Granger -> ::steps in:: Bridge. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Doesn't even start her sim off slow. She heads straight for the challenging portions.:: Cassie Granger -> ::exits on the bridge:: Captain. ::sits:: EddieFreeman -> ::saving schematic files before turning to next task:: Yeah. It rarely ever stays quiet long. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Captain.. Heh. Cassie Granger -> ::slight grin:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: scanning the local sector comm traffic, a mix of audio, text, and visual :: Cassie Granger -> ::fleeting thought of the irony of having a Fleeter and Marine side by side:: Cassie Granger -> I forwarded you the latest I have. So far we're clear. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good to know, H.G. Reed -> Are you quite well, Sergeant? John Randall -> ::glances at Freeman sardonically:: Wishful thinking, I know, but a purely scientific expedition would be heaven right now. Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath::to Reed:: Yes, ma'am. You okay? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Starts to get a little bit of a crowd around her simulator pod, as people check out her progression.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I've read it, looks good Cassie Granger -> If anything changes you'll be the first to know. EddieFreeman -> ::snickering:: Or maybe something strictly diplomatic, with a friendly culture. One that won't suddenly start shooting at us. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: hears Granger's voice despite listening in on the comms :: Hunter Matheson -> ::minor adjustments, his eyes scanning the readouts:: John Randall -> ::smiles at Freeman:: Either or, as far as I'm concerned. ::notices an e-mail on his monitor; reads it, and suddenly gives a whoop of delight, then snaps his head down:: H.G. Reed -> Fine, thanks. :: Looking perplexed. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks, Cap. So far so good here. Still haven't received our new orders from Starfleet yet. Boy, they sure like you in suspense till the very end. Hunter Matheson -> Just.. uh.. looking forward to the range is all. Cassie Granger -> SOP, Sir. No chance of a leak. Cassie Granger -> It's better that way. Cassie Granger -> ::paging through reports to bring Commander Rinax up to speed when she's able::: EddieFreeman -> ::pausing, glancing up at Randall:: Uh. Y'all okay, over there? Cptn Ja'Lale -> True enough H.G. Reed -> As am I. I believe my aim has improved substantially. John Randall -> ::grins somewhat sheepishly:: I'm sorry, Chief, I just received some great news from my mother. My sister passed her final medical exams at Starfleet Academy. She's to begin her LPN training in a month. Hunter Matheson -> ::smiling nod:: Good. Good to hear. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Hey, good for her! H.G. Reed -> If you hadn't taken the time to work with me, I might not have been able to achieve my goal. Cassie Granger -> ::looks to the Captain, curious:: EddieFreeman -> Well, hey, cool. ::spinning around in his chair:: Heck, maybe you'll wind up servin' on the same ship as her. Hunter Matheson -> ::shrug:: It's nothing, ma'am. Women are statistically better than men when it comes to firing weapons. ::wiggles a finger:: Better fine motor skills, more concentration. H.G. Reed -> :: Smiles slightly. :: Must have been all that needlework my mother insisted I learn. John Randall -> ::smiles at Freeman:: Thank you, Chief. It's been my sister's ambition to someday get aboard a starship. If I'm on it with her, so much the better. Hunter Matheson -> Men can get... distracted. Could be ::said quickly as a coverup:: H.G. Reed -> :: Innocently :: Distracted? By what? Hunter Matheson -> ::opens mouth, then closes it in a deep breath:: Hunter Matheson -> Just.. .distracted. H.G. Reed -> :: Looks curious. :: I see. Are you suggesting that men have short attention spans? Hunter Matheson -> ::nodnodnod:: Guess so. H.G. Reed -> I had never noticed. Cassie Granger -> ::suddenly realizes she's been listening to the convo between Reed and Kal, wondering where he's going with this:: Hunter Matheson -> ::clears his throat:: Exiting SB36 AOR, Captain. Steady as she goes? EddieFreeman -> And the nice thing about medical - you stay on the ship. No going down to get mauled by packs of vicious primates. Well, most of the time. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: hears the conversation as well :: Cassie Granger -> ::glance to Hannah:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Crushes her old score, much to the delight of her audience. Once the simulator stops, she pops open the pod to applause. Surprised a little by the attention as she gets out.:: Don't you people have things you need to do? H.G. Reed -> :: Still curious. :: Perhaps I might be able to assist you with your fous. H.G. Reed -> *focus John Randall -> ::grins:: Victoria wouldn't mind it, Chief. She's a tough woman, doesn't take anything from anyone, or anything. Hunter Matheson -> ::broad smile:: Guess you could try, ma'am. Cassie Granger -> ::cough:: Hunter Matheson -> ::wipes the smile:: EddieFreeman -> ::grinning as well:: Well, good. I went engineering because I figured I'd never get in any trouble, and I've gotten in all kindsa trouble. You never know, right? H.G. Reed -> There are several exercises that we could undertake. Hunter Matheson -> Okay.. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: looks towards Cassie :: Cassie Granger -> ::nods to Hok:: You have something for me, Mr. Hok? John Randall -> ::sighs, and nods:: If I've learned anything since I graduated from the Academy, that's what I've learned the most. By far. ::shakes his head:: H.G. Reed -> Perhaps we might start with breathing exercises, then move on to something more challenging. Hunter Matheson -> ::nods, knowing both captains are behind him::: John Randall -> *shakes Dvokr chim Hok -> What? I, um, no sir. Well, did you find the pads worth your time? H.G. Reed -> I find yoga to be very helpful. Cassie Granger -> I did. Thank you. Hunter Matheson -> Yoga. Yeah. We could try that. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Logs her score then checks on the other scores from Shadow.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> I'm sure Commander Morrison is just fine. John Randall -> ::receives an e-mail from Davis inquiring about his health, types out an answer, and sends it to him:: H.G. Reed -> Not only will it assist with your ability to center and focus, but it will also help with your flexibility and muscle tone. EddieFreeman -> Hopefully we won't get in any more tight spots this time. I've seen enough to last me my entire career. Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels;: Exiting SB 36 AOR, Captain. Continue on course? Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 min) John Randall -> I hear you, Chief, and I'm still in my 3rd year. ::smiles briefly:: Cmdr Rinax -> ::translations are rather vivid and violent... in her dreams... the maenek preparing to use Rinax's skull for neuro-brain surgery practice... along with the rest of the first-years around him... Rinax breaks into a sweat on the biobed, which she believes, in her dreams, is a torture chamber table:: H.G. Reed -> :: Checks the course. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job folks. EddieFreeman -> ::paused and so on:: Cmdr Rinax -> Good to be back! Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS will be 2 days. We'll be arriving at our destination and should know our next assignment. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Questions? John Randall -> 2 days at warp 7; we're moving far out :) Cassie Granger -> Sorry... a bit distracted. Cassie Granger -> Kal sent me the link to that song. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yes.. quite Dyan Sylvanis -> lol Dyan Sylvanis -> Bad Kal H.G. Reed -> Kal sent me one as well. Hunter Matheson -> ::smirk::: H.G. Reed -> :: giggles :: Cassie Granger -> Kal? ::headshake;: Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there is nothing else, sim dismissed! Have a good week everyone.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger has picked up the away team and is on route to SB 36. TBS was 3 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale -> We pick up as we are approaching the station. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cassie Granger -> ::in sick bay, awake now and reading the PADD she was given:: John Randall -> ::in sickbay; his leg and arm taken care of, waiting to be dismissed form sickbay:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Request clearance to dock, please Mr. Dvokr. John Randall -> *from EddieFreeman -> ::having dropped off the captured gear, on his way back to engineering:: Cassie Granger -> ::expression changes every so often as she reads:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye. +Starbase 36+ This is USS Challenger requesting docking clearance, over. Gretchen Hanson -> ::making her rounds, decides that her patients are bored to death, and since she absolutely forbids death in her sickbay, decides to give them the boot:: Hunter Matheson -> ::on the bridge, at helm?:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> SB 36> +Challenger+ Cleared to dock, Challenger. Dock at Port 94. Hunter Matheson -> ::thumbs-up to Hok:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::looking over her padd at John:: Lt. Randall, do you solemnly promise to stay away from alien circuit boards for at least a week? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hok presses the earpiece in further :: +SB36+ Understood Starbase 36, port nine-four Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Had just woken up from a very nice nap. She strolls down the MARDET halls from her bunk, in shorts and a tanktop, to go get a snack.:: John Randall -> ::gives a small smile, and holds up his right hand:: I do solemnly swear, Doctor. Derrick Sabin -> ::about to fal asleep after reviewing the (lost count) padds the AT lifted off the Romulan ship::: Hunter Matheson -> ::Hok:: So, where're we bound, sir? Hunter Matheson -> ::slipping into the approach vector:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::smils:: Then by the power vested in me, I hearby order you back to duty. Dvokr chim Hok -> Set a course for port nine-four, 1/4 impulse until within 100km, then thrusters Gretchen Hanson -> *hereby Hunter Matheson -> Port niner-four, one quarter impulse, aye. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Felt very Captainy for a moment, thought of taking the chair :: John Randall -> ::smiles:: Thank you, Doctor. ::gets out of the bio-bed, and walks over to the sickbay door:: Hunter Matheson -> ::cuts to one quarter as the ship slips easily into that approach:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::enters the discharge of Lt. Randall on her padd and goes over to Cassie:: Cassie Granger -> ::as Gretchen approaches she blanks the padd and puts it aside:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Send a request to department heads for supplies. And inform medical that station doctors can treat our injured crew if need be EddieFreeman -> ::entering main engineering and taking up a position at the main table:: Derrick Sabin -> ::finding nothing new of interest on the latest Romulan padd:: John Randall -> ::exits sickbay, and goes along the corridor to the turbolift, stepping inside:: Deck 3. Hunter Matheson -> ::standard report:: Coming into final. I have the ball. Cutting to thrusters. Cassie Granger -> ::still somewhat pale, but otherwise not bad:: Gretchen Hanson -> So, Capt. Granger. As I believe we have no flying monkeys aboard this ship, it should be safe enough to release you to your quarters. No duty for you yet, but I think shore leave isn't out of the question. Cassie Granger -> Sounds like a plan, Doc. John Randall -> ::lift arrives, and he steps out; goes along the corridor to his cabin, goes inside:: Cassie Granger -> I think I'll make it my quarters for a while, though. EddieFreeman -> ::cracking knuckles before going over final inventory, making a shopping list of sorts:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::makes a notation on her padd;: Alright then, on your way. Hunter Matheson -> ::ship settles into the port:: Docking clamps engaged. John Randall -> ::strips off his uniform, grabs a couple of towels, and goes into the head for a shower:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On Cassie's PADD, a somewhat mushy portion speaks to Morrison's time with Cass :: Hunter Matheson -> Cutting engines. Hunter Matheson -> And... we're pressurized. Good to go, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great thanks. Power down. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Enters into the Mess, getting a few looks as she passes by. Grabs a bowl of fruity hoop shaped cereal and a glass of milk. Once set, she finds an empty table and sits.:: Cassie Granger -> ::after dressing in a fresh uniform, courtesy of the quartermaster, she exits sick bay with her lollipop::: Hunter Matheson -> Powering down to stationkeeping. Gretchen Hanson -> (wait, you got a lollipop? Dang, I've got to keep a better eye on that jar) Hunter Matheson -> And.. station has power and communication control. Cassie Granger -> (::smirk: :) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((ninja)) Cassie Granger -> (chocolate tootsie roll - the best) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Mmm)) John Randall -> ::finishes his shower, towels off, and goes into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes:: Cassie Granger -> ::Lift to her quarters:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great. Dvokr, inform the crew they are free to explore the station. Liberty for crew has been granted for the next 48 hours. John Randall -> ::looks out his viewport after dressing, and sees they've arrived at SB 36; goes into the main room and heads for the computer terminal:: Hunter Matheson -> ::standard diagnostics::: Cassie Granger -> ::stops inside the door to her quarters, allowing it to close behind her; she stands there a minute::: Derrick Sabin -> ::hears the station call and thinks about his first mission now completed. I wonder what exactly it was:: Dvokr chim Hok -> +All+ We have docked at Starbase 36. All personell are allowed 48 hours of leave. Place your trays in the upright position and take care in getting luggage down in the upper compartments. Hunter Matheson -> ::turns to stare at Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Pours part of the milk into her cereal and quietly begins eating, ingnoring the glances she still gets once in a while.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> You guys are free to take your leaves as well. ::to the bridge ccrew:: Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks back to the Captain:: Thank you, sir. John Randall -> ::hears the announcement from Hok, and nods in satisfaction, seated at the terminal:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: looks at Hunter :: I have been watching very old entertainment from Earth's history. Gretchen Hanson -> ::looks around her now empty SB and nods with satisfaction. Goes to her office to bring up a directory of SB 36::: EddieFreeman -> ::list compiled, puts it on a padd and begins heading to the docking port:: Hunter Matheson -> ::crooked grin:: Guess so, sir. Kind of took me by surprise. But you forgot the electronic devices part. Sure wouldn't want to ditch the ship just because a cell was on. John Randall -> ::updates his personal log:: Hunter Matheson -> I mean, hell... this little $500 phone is going to make this billion credit ship go down, right? John Randall -> (they still have cell phones in 2297?) Hunter Matheson -> ::continues his docking wrapup::: Hunter Matheson -> (Dunno. We were just doing a flash-back) John Randall -> (heh, ok) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (lol) Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Spacedock class station has all the ammenities one can hope for. Cassie Granger -> ::drops into the easychair and reopens the padd::: Gretchen Hanson -> (music to my ears) :: has her shopping route all mapped out:: John Randall -> (don't forget to tip your waiter/waitress) Hunter Matheson -> (Wahlburg's here I come!) Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Looks to Hunter :: I am going to see someone. Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Wal-mart here I come lol) Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up:: Roger that, sir. Got you covered. Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the duty roster:: John Randall -> ::finishes his log, shuts down the computer, and walks over to the vid player; selects a cube, and plugs it in:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: I hope this finds you well. Though I suppose if it does not you'll not be able to read this. Derrick Sabin -> ::logs his findings and sends the report on to the Captain;: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: I think I've managed to decrypt most of my father's notes and do-dads he left. Cassie Granger -> ::can almost hear his voice as she reads::: Hunter Matheson -> ::final check, parking break:: Hunter Matheson -> (*brake) Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Reading over Sabin's report:: John Randall -> ::makes himself some popcorn in the galley, and goes to make himself comfortable on the sofa, settling in to watch his favorite old movies in a marathon; a 300 year old classic series called Star Wars:: Hunter Matheson -> (or break if the cell phone was on) Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: The paper was a map that worked with the telescope Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: :: shows a map, though low res :: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD:These are maps... :: Morrison goes on describing what he thinks the maps mean :: Cassie Granger -> ::mental note: use CMTAC to increase resolution and pinpoint location:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Skeleton crew comes into relieve the bridge crew at station keeping. Hunter Matheson -> ::is relieved:: John Randall -> ::as the opening credits flash on the monitor from the first movie, thinks to himself in Yoda-ese: Like these movies I do. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Finishes up and clears her tray before leaving the Mess Hall. Not really sure what she is going to do on leave.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::exits the bridge, takes the lift to MARDET:: Hunter Matheson -> ::checkin' with the team for a visit to Walburg's:: Derrick Sabin -> ::makes a quick stop at his quarters to change into something that will get him unnoticed on the station and then debarks the ship:: John Randall -> ::loses himself in the movies, oblivious to everything around him:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison: There's a chance my father is still alive if he made the right moves. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Roams the halls for a while.:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::after only the second shop she wonders if they have delivery service:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::acknowledges Sabin's report and thanks him for same, before he too leaves the bridge and heads to his quarters:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison's Letter: But if I'm to remain here or be incapacitated, I want you to know it meant a lot you paid me a visit at the cabin. I'm sorry it was not a simple leave. Hunter Matheson -> ::they're all going to McP's in civvies, so he's along for the ride:: Cassie Granger -> ::mind wanders back to Canada:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison's Letter: So, if by some strange force you are pulled to this planet, make sure your approach is stealth. Cassie Granger -> ::after several minutes she stops reading and pulls up some blueprints she's been working on::: Cassie Granger -> ::snort:: Stealth. Got it. ::tap..tap:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::After a short trip back to her bunk to put on a nice pair of civies, she is off to wander the station.:: EddieFreeman -> ::moving from place to place in the station, filing requisitions:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Enters his quarters, gathers his things and heads into the station:: Hunter Matheson -> ::soon a group of 1/1 Forecon disembark to the station in civvies looking like... 1/1 Forecon. Hard to hide that kind of physique:: Cassie Granger -> ::design one::too large::: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hok approaches whatever location Granger is in :: Gretchen Hanson -> ::after the 3rd shop, she stops to check her progress tally against her idol, Imelda Marcos:: Cassie Granger -> ::throws it up on the monitor next to her::in her quarters:: Cassie Granger -> ::cuts a few rooms out, rearranges and changes the construction materials::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Is on station, but isn't quite sure what to do so she just walks for the moment.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> I should know where she's at. :: riings the chime :: Cassie Granger -> ::failsafe devices, a couple other....::looks up:: Come. Cassie Granger -> ::blanks the screens::: Hunter Matheson -> ::as they enter McP's, lucky for them the squids have already been deployed::: Derrick Sabin -> ::comes to the station's travel store and finds himself checking out horseshoe shaped neck pillows:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters :: Captain? Cassie Granger -> Come on in, Lieutenant. Dvokr chim Hok -> Oh, I see you have recovered some. How are you feeling>? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::enters station and begins to mill about heading to the shopping decks:: Cassie Granger -> Not bad. Little weak, but that comes with the territory. Better than being six feet under. Cassie Granger -> I won't get up, but get yourself something from the refrigerator on the wall and have a seat. Cassie Granger -> And bring me an orange juice while you're at it. Cassie Granger -> Thanks. ::shoves the PADD aside and slips the monitor into the desktop, its normal resting place::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sees a group of Marines ahead, but she isn't sure if she should follow them.:: Hunter Matheson -> ::doesn't take them much time before they're raising the usual ruckus:: Hunter Matheson -> ::in McP's, enjoying what you do when you're in McP's:::grin:: EddieFreeman -> ::finished with requisitions and wandering the station:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 minutes) Hunter Matheson -> O'Neill> ::spots Sylvanis outside, leans out the door and snags her arm:: come on in, Lieutenant. Got a place right here at the bar. Gretchen Hanson -> ::enjoys shopping with a deadline..it gives her motivation;: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Looks :: Sure thing. :: goes and pulls out an OJ, makes it two :: Dyan Sylvanis -> Huh? ::Gets yanked inside:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Gives one to Granger :: Hunter Matheson -> O'Neill> ::almost drags her to a barstool that's already loaded with drinks from the team, like they were waiting for her:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Did the letter decrypt for you? Cassie Granger -> ::raises the OJ toward him:: Thanks. Cassie Granger -> ::pop, drink:: Cassie Granger -> Yes, it did. Not a problem. Dvokr chim Hok -> Not that I was trying to read it. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sits on the barstool, looking down at the drinks.:: Dvokr chim Hok -> News from you friend? Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis -> ::paused:: Cassie Granger -> ::pause:: John Randall -> ::paused:: Derrick Sabin -> paused Gretchen Hanson -> paused Hunter Matheson -> ::pause, just before the El Tee gets snockered::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job everyone... do you want another week at the station, or move onto the next plot? Gretchen Hanson -> I vote moving on Derrick Sabin -> second that Dyan Sylvanis -> You're really trying to get me into trouble aren't you? Given the past history with bars. EddieFreeman -> I'm good for whatever everyone else wants to do. Cptn Ja'Lale -> All righty. Cassie Granger -> either Dyan Sylvanis -> I kind of want another week Hunter Matheson -> Heh. I'd like to stay and see how the El Tee holds her liquor. or not. Gretchen Hanson -> Just now getting down to some serious drinking? Cptn Ja'Lale -> So we'll move onto our next plot next week.. TBS will be 3 days. YOu can of course log your shoreleaves as well Hunter Matheson -> Hey, McP's is ... McP's. Gotta do what you gotta do. Derrick Sabin -> ok, see you all next week Dyan Sylvanis -> heh Chirakis -> Well done, Challenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Goodnight folks.. if there is nothing else sim dismissed

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the rescue team headed down to pick up the away team and Commander Rinax. Near her location, we found a team of dead Romulans and picked up their logs and stuff before ehading back to the Challenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS was 30 minutes and the Shuttle is coming in for final approach to Challenger as we begin. Any questions? Hunter Matheson -> No, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cassie Granger -> ::in sick bay, recovering from the vampire baboon:: John Randall -> ::sitting on his cot, waiting for the shuttle to dock with the ship:: Cassie Granger -> ::or wherever that is on the shuttle:: H.G. Reed -> :: Working furiously at her station on the bridge. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Send down a medical team to take the injured to sickbay once the shuttle lands ::to Hok:: Hunter Matheson -> ::wedged between the QRT, Delta, and Bravo, trying to breathe:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sitting in the back of the shuttle, her leg bouncing up and down as she really wants to be in the pilot's seat.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Yes, the shuttle is reminiscent of a NYC subway train in rush hour. Gretchen Hanson -> ::monitoring Granger during the flight:: EddieFreeman -> ::crammed in the back of the shuttle with the logs and "confiscated" Romulan gear and other crewmembers:: Cassie Granger -> ::turns to Gretchen:: Think the best place to be is injured, Doc. At least we have breathing room. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::With as crammed as it is, she is so glad she is up to date on her pheramone suppressor.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Pilot> +Challenger+ Shuttle Skobee to Challenger, requesting docking clearance Dvokr chim Hok -> +Skobee+ Clearance granted. Gretchen Hanson -> ::gives Cass a little smile:: And you get to lay flat..plenty of legroom. H.G. Reed -> :: Coordinates docking procedures with the shuttle bay from her console. :: Cassie Granger -> Heh. All we need is the lollipop and I'll be good to go. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::turns to Reed:: Once the Skobee is inside, set a course back to Federation space. What's the nearest starbase? ... ::checks his console:: Starbase 36. Set a course there, best possible speed. Dvokr chim Hok -> I will communicated our arrival Captain. H.G. Reed -> Yes, sir. :: plots a course. :: Hunter Matheson -> ::shifts in the squeeze and finds he's right next to the El Tee::: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Comms Starbase 36 :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very good, Mr. Hok. Also, please send a message back to Starfleet HQ. We have logs from a Romulan scout team who crash landed there, and that colonization of this planet is not recommended. Hunter Matheson -> ::sheepish grin:: Pretty crowded, ma'am. Sorry if I'm uh... intruding. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Skobee touches down smoothly in the Challenger's bay. Once the hatch opens, doctors rush in to take the injured personnel to sickbay. Cassie Granger -> ::weak, but assuring med personnel she's fine, there's no need to rush:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I knew coming out here was a bad idea. John Randall -> ::waits for the med team:: EddieFreeman -> ::waits for the injured to be hauled off before getting up:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Smiles at Kal, trying not to appear too uncomfortable.:: It's alright, Gunny. Can't be helped. But as soon as we touch down, I'm making a beeline for the locker room. Got to get rid of this dust everywhere. Gretchen Hanson -> ::follows the teams to SB, giving orders for Granger's and Randall's treatments as they go:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> It's always the monkeys that give us the hard time. H.G. Reed -> :: Receives confirmation from the shuttle bay and turns the ship about. :: Engaging at warp factor 7, sir. I can understand your regrets. Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Roger that. Pretty dusty for a jungle recon. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Indeed. I'm sure the away team does as well. Hunter Matheson -> ::shower, yes::shower:: Hunter Matheson -> ::finally pries his eyes away from her with a hard swallow:: John Randall -> ::is taken to sickbay and put on a biobed:: Derrick Sabin -> ::waits for everyone to retrieve their inflight luggage from the overhead compartments before trying to exit the shuttle. Notices that contents have definitely shifted during flight:: Dyan Sylvanis -> Yeah, a little odd... :;Waits as the med teams clear the wounded before she gets out of the shuttle.:: Cassie Granger -> (So I jumped the gun on the log. Guess it takes place after a bit.) EddieFreeman -> ::gathers data and gear, getting off once the med teams are clear:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (that's fine, I've read it. Very good work) H.G. Reed -> Captain, we should arrive at Starbase 36 in approximately 3 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very good, Lt. ::To Reed: Hunter Matheson -> ::Kal checks the area, giving his kit the once over, securing his weapons before standing to exit with the others:: John Randall -> ::the medtechs have to cut his tunic from his body, being very careful of his damaged left side:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Makes her way to the locker room after being cleared and her weapon secured.:: EddieFreeman -> ::sitting on a cargo crate and flipping open his com:: +Ja'lale+ Captain, this is Freeman. Away team is aboard, sir. Gretchen Hanson -> ::trying to avoid running back and forth between biobeds, but wants to see every monitor's readouts at once:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Freeman+ Understood, welcome back. We're headed back to Federation space. Please have the logs and other data from the Romulans analysed. John Randall -> ::his entire left arm is an angry reddish color:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::techs place John's arm in a dermal-stasis enclosure:: Cassie Granger -> ::well cared for, in no danger except for blood loss:: EddieFreeman -> +Ja'lale+ Understood. Will do. Out. ::begins to sort through stuff, tossing Romulan weapons into a crate and stacking the data pads to one side:: Derrick Sabin -> ::makes it off the shuttle and heads straight away for the science lab to make a more thorough analysis of his scans:; Hunter Matheson -> ::drags into the weapons locker, clearing his weapons, checking them in, then off to his own locker in MARDET:: John Randall -> ::the techs then carefully remove his pants; the red streak is down his left leg, stopping just above the knee; it was a severe electrical burn he suffered:: Cassie Granger -> ::and in go the inevitable BSABs, AVs, Steroids, and Anesth::: EddieFreeman -> ::puts crate on cargo dolly, stacking data pads on top, and begins heading for science lab:: Gretchen Hanson -> :::orders an antibiotic mist to be introduced into the stasis field:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Sees a message come in from his friend Morrision. Files it away :: Gretchen Hanson -> ::taps John on his right leg:: Back in a minute. Don't go anywhere. John Randall -> ::nods:: I'll just hang out here, Doc. H.G. Reed -> :: Makes slight course corrections. :: Gretchen Hanson -> :::hurries over to Granger's bed and checks the regeneration progress on her neck wound;:: Cassie Granger -> ::eyes closed as the meds kick in:: John Randall -> ::closes his eyes in relief as the mist begins to cool his arm:: EddieFreeman -> ::after a short walk and a turbolift ride, enters the science labs:: Anyone home? Derrick Sabin -> ::looks up from his console at hearing Freeman's call:: Back here. H.G. Reed -> :: Wonders if any other ship will be sent back to collect additional data. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Once at her locker, she begins to take off her flight suit. There was a big contrast to skin tones between what was exposed to the dust and what wasn't. After fully removing the suit, she grabs a clean towel and heads to the showers.:: EddieFreeman -> ::brings dolly to a stop, lifting the pads from the cargo container's lid, approaching Sabin with a curious expression:: Hey, I got data from the Romulans Rinax offed. Captain wants it analyzed. ::holds out stack:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::notes Granger's vitals are holding steady and in normal parameters. Decides to let her sleep awhile as the best medicine for now:: Hunter Matheson -> ::bone weary and concerned about the Cap, Kal shuffles toward his locker on the Delta row, empties his kit, checking each component, then double-checking and noting what needs replacing, what needs repair, what needs disposal::: Derrick Sabin -> ::scowls a bit, pausing in his own findings:: Yes, of course he does. Umm, just park it here next to the desk. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Challenger crosses back into Federation space without incident. Hunter Matheson -> ::then neatly arranges it into his jungle bag, slips it between the desert and whiteout bag, then moves over for a fresh BDU::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::So happy to find that the showers had already been turned on and were nice and warm. Setting her towel to the side so it wouldn't get wet, she hops right in.:: EddieFreeman -> ::pausing, setting pads on the desk. He'd considered introducing himself, but...dude seems busy:: Ookay, then. You look like you got your hands full, so...uh...bye. ::scurries back to cargo dolly:: Hunter Matheson -> ::strip to shorts, grabs a towel, heads to the showers:: H.G. Reed -> :: Taps her fingers against the console, trying to reconcile sensor data. :: Gretchen Hanson -> ::finds John's eyes closed as well when she returns and thinks she should take her own medicine and find an empty biobed:: John Randall -> ::nearly asleep in the biobed as the mist works on his arm:: Cassie Granger -> ::vaguely aware of what's going on around her, in twilight sleep:: Cassie Granger -> ::and in go more fluids:: John Randall -> ::does not even feel his leg now:: Derrick Sabin -> ::watches Freeman go and thinks, "I wonder who that was? I think I need to brush up on my people skills::: Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain, permission to head to sickbay. Derrick Sabin -> ::sets his own data aside and picks up one of the Romulan pads, considering it;:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Of course, Lt. Go ahead H.G. Reed -> :: Looks up. :: is something wrong? Hunter Matheson -> :::Kal tosses the towel, steps into the communal shower and allows the water to pour over his body, eyes closed, leaning a hand on the wall:: EddieFreeman -> ::takes up position behind his dolly, heading in the general direction of the part of the ship where the Marines live:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Logs off his station, enters the lift :: H.G. Reed -> :: Blinks, watching Hok leave. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Nods at Reed :: Derrick Sabin -> ::sets up an interface and firewall before plugging the device into his console:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Doors close, enters to go to sickbay :: Cassie Granger -> ::strange dreams about vampire baboons::: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Moments and a shampoo commercial later, he exits onto the sickbay deck :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Had been washing the dust and dirt from her hair when she noticed someone else had come in. Washing the soap from her eyes and face, she was finally able to determine that it was Kal.:: H.G. Reed -> Captain, do you suppose that Starfleet will send out additional survey teams? John Randall -> ::hopes he doesn't have to fool with any more alien circuit boards for a while:: EddieFreeman -> ::stops at his quarters, poking through the crate for anything interesting and not-dangerous:: Hunter Matheson -> ::feeling a bar of soap on his back, Kal grabs it from Moa, then soaps up::: Derrick Sabin -> ::once on screen, Sabin compares the data with what his own scans revealed:: Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters sickbay :: Doctor? Hunter Matheson -> ::and passes it on::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> I suppose they will. Hopefully, they'll send down probes or something. Hunter Matheson -> ::face to the shower-head to rinse::then steps back, the water automatically turns off, he grabs his towel, and opens his eyes to see...::: EddieFreeman -> ::drops a couple pieces into his desk drawers before continuing:: H.G. Reed -> Or be better prepared? It seems a waste to leave without determining the true nature of the planet. Gretchen Hanson -> ::didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep until Hok's call awakened her. Sits up on the biobed::: Yes, what can I do for you? Hunter Matheson -> ::standing there, buck n... towel in hand, nods:: El Tee. Dvokr chim Hok -> Were you sleeping? Hunter Matheson -> ::hair, then loin wrap:: Dvokr chim Hok -> I heard about Captain Granger's arrival and had a message for her. Is she asleep as well? Cassie Granger -> ::not quite, semi-lucid:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::rubs her eyes:: Of course not. Doctor's never sleep. ::slyly:: Don't tell anyone! Gretchen Hanson -> yes, she's sleeping. Can I relay the message for you? Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nodding as she finished up, stepping away from the shower.:: That was much needed. Grabs her towel and begins to dry off. Once she was suitably dry she wraps it around her body nice and tight.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Science's analysis of the Romulan data, indicates that they have intercepted communications that a Federation ship was coming into explore the nearby planet. They were ordered to set up an ambush, but crashlanded due to the electrical interference. Derrick Sabin -> ::sees that the Romulans had issues with dust, the same as the Challenger AT::: Hunter Matheson -> Roger that, ma'am. Nasty planet they sent us to. Still... I've seen worse. EddieFreeman -> ::bumbling around, trying to figure out who to give a crateful of stol--confiscated Romulan guns to:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (and dust) Hunter Matheson -> ::shrugs:: H.G. Reed -> One wonders if the Romulans fared worse then we did. Hunter Matheson -> ::padds off to the Delta lockers:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Her silver hair was nice and bright, back to the color it should be. She brushes some of it out of her face as she responds.:: I wouldn't really know. I never spent much time on the ground. ::Follows him back to the lockers.:: Derrick Sabin -> ::isn't surprised by the references to intercepting a Federation ship. But is interested in the severity of the electrical storm that forced them to the surface:: Hunter Matheson -> ::beside Dyan:: Flight specialty. ::nod:: Lots of air time - atmo and vacuum. Dvokr chim Hok -> Thanks, I believe the message is a bit personal Cassie Granger -> ::stirs in her bed:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::tilts her head a bit:: Well. ;:Granger's movement catches her attention:: You may be in luck, Mr. Hok. Sleeping Beauty seems to be awakening. Come with me, but keep it short, ok? Hunter Matheson -> Me, I'm a SWCC, ma'am. ::opens his locker:: Deal in just about everything from flight to air and land. Gretchen Hanson -> ::leads Hok over to Cassie's bed::: Dvokr chim Hok -> Someone thinks she's a beauty for sure.. :: a little embarrassed :: Not me, but someone... Cassie Granger -> ::med tech elevates her head slightly to relieve the pressure on her neck:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Captain? :: to Granger :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION From the message the Romulans were scouting the planet, the dust and electrical intereference caused them to crash. They like us, also had trouble with monkies, losing five members due to their attacks. H.G. Reed -> :: Checks their eta, still deep in thought over the mission and it's outcome. :: Cassie Granger -> ::turning her eyes toward him, careful not to move her neck:: Ensign Dvokr chim. Dvokr chim Hok -> Just Hok sir. John Randall -> ::jerks awake in his bed as he dreams about the electrical flash that injued him; looks around for a moment, then realizes he's on Challenger, and slowly relaxes:: Derrick Sabin -> ::with only two instances of recording the storm - the Challenger shuttle's and now the Romulan's - Sabin can't make a determination about the interference...is it naturally occuring or artificial:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Smirks.:: I see. ::Opens up her locker and drops the towel. She pulls out a pair of shorts and a tanktop that read "Shadow Squad" on the front. She proceeds to put them on.:: Seen any flight combat? Dvokr chim Hok -> Most people trip over the names, presuming they get over my appearance compared to other humaniods./ Cassie Granger -> ::wan smile:: Hok it is. What brings you down here? Gretchen Hanson -> ::withdraws to give them some privacy. Goes over to see how John is doing:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Your friend sent a message, a Commander Morrision. Hunter Matheson -> ::slipping on his BDU:: Yes, ma'am. Dvokr chim Hok -> (Even Hok has speech trouble) Hunter Matheson -> Few things, here and there. John Randall -> ::one of the medtechs helps calm him down, and he relaxes back into the bed:: EddieFreeman -> ::finally wandering into Marine-Land, looking around, pushing his cargo dolly:: Dyan Sylvanis -> Confirmed kills? Dvokr chim Hok -> He has send a somewhat large data packet and says he's arrived on Coridan. Cassie Granger -> Commander Morrison... Cassie Granger -> ::nods:: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Taking the towel and drying the last bit of moisture from her hair.:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::arrives at the end of the commotion:: Going somewhere Mr. Randall? Not following Doctor's orders? Hunter Matheson -> ::stops, one hand leaning on his locker handle:: Due respect, ma'am. I don't talk much about it. Dvokr chim Hok -> I think his interest in you goes beyond Starfleet, but you didn't hear it from me. Hunter Matheson -> SWCCs deliver, rescue, and if need be, recover. H.G. Reed -> :: Slightly increases the ship's speed. :: Cassie Granger -> ::nods understanding:: Derrick Sabin -> ::switches out for another of the Romulan padds:: John Randall -> ::smiles wanly at the doctor:: Nothing like that, Doc. I had a.....weird.....dream, and I guess I kinda reacted to it, from what the nurse here tells me. Dyan Sylvanis -> Understandable. ::Disposes of her towel, and sets her flight suit asside so that it could be cleaned, the closes up her locker.:: Hunter Matheson -> I... uh... ::closes the locker door slowly:: done more recovery than I'd ever care to. Cassie Granger -> ::still in twilight:: It's on this padd? Cptn Ja'Lale -> (5 minutes) Gretchen Hanson -> Let me guess...flying monkeys, evil dust monsters, unintelligable computers and a general feeling of being....lost? John Randall -> ::grins:: Something like that. Dyan Sylvanis -> Sometimes I forget our jobs are a little different. Us fighter jocks tend to be a little more detatched. Dvokr chim Hok -> Yes. Locked to your code, not that I was trying to look. H.G. Reed -> :: Sends a quick message to sickbay, requesting the status of the away team, anticipating the Captain's needs. H.G. Reed -> :: Gretchen Hanson -> ::laughs:: Too many vid-dramas for you, Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson -> ::gives the El Tee the once over::stoic:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Is there something you need Captain Granger. Hunter Matheson -> ::lips pressed together:: If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I have a debrief. John Randall -> ::smiles:: And to think, 'Planet Of The Apes' is one of my fav classic movies; maybe after this, not so much. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: I'll see you around. Cassie Granger -> ::glance at the padd, then to Hok:: I'm fine, Ensign. Thank you for bringing it down. Derrick Sabin -> ::the second padd appears to be from a science counterpart. No mention of a Federation ship, but more focus on the planet's atmospheric irregularities:: EddieFreeman -> ::entering the Marine compartment, looking around:: Dvokr chim Hok -> I am to look after you Captain, per Morrison's order. Rest well. :: turns to head out :: Cassie Granger -> ::watching him leave, looks at the padd, then puts it beside her so she can rest:: Hunter Matheson -> ::moves in the other direction, toward Delta's team room:: Gretchen Hanson -> I always enjoyed Masterpiece Theater. Guaranteed to put me to sleep after a long night on call:: John Randall -> ::nods:: My mom likes that as well. H.G. Reed -> :: Correlates reports from all over the ship. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Heads off from the locker room and towards her bunk.:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::gives John a playful sock in the arm (the right one)::: You better not be saying I remind you of your mother, mister. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters the lift back to the bridge :: John Randall -> ::laughs quietly:: Nothing like that, Gretchen, I assure you. Cassie Granger -> ::finally tucks the padd under her arm and drops off:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::eyes the stasis field monitor:: I think this can come off now. ::nods to one of the techs:: Apply a light regen spray after removal. Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Nicely played! Cptn Ja'Lale -> Anyway... our TBS will be 3 hours. We'll be arriving at SB 36 for next week Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cassie Granger -> Is that our baseops? Cassie Granger -> Our debark point? Cptn Ja'Lale -> In that case, yes. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any other questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> If not, then sim dismissed! Have a great night and week everyone.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the away team were still dealing with the aftermath of the attack by the local wild monkeys. Captain Ja'Lale has dispatched a rescue shuttle to check on the team who the Challenger has not been able to communicate to. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Our TBS was 30 minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> The rescue team will be ready to depart once the game begins. Cptn Ja'Lale -> No questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cassie Granger -> ::in the shuttle on a cot:: John Randall -> ::asleep in a seat at the rear of the Challenger shuttle:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Those in CHallenger, use @. Challenger shuttle # and other away team members use blank) EddieFreeman -> # ::checking emergency food supplies:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::IV plasma into Granger, along with broad range antibiotics and antiviral heavies, QuikClot on her neck::: Cassie Granger -> # ::slowly coming around::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Is it still night?)) Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Yes) Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Sitting at the front of the shuttle.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> (If you want to be on the rescue team, you can use NPC characters or your own if you are still on Challenger) Cptn Ja'Lale -> :;to Hok:: Please grant the rescue shuttle clearance when they are ready to go. EddieFreeman -> # ::having inventoried food supplies, proceeds to the front to find something else to do:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::face close to Granger's, speaking directly:: Captain Granger. Cassie Granger -> # ::blinks, eyes cross as she raises a hand to her forehead::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Action: The rescue crew of ten Marines and two pilots pile into their shuttle and report departure clearance. Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye on the clearance. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::repeats:: Captain. Cassie Granger -> # ::eyes pop open:: Damn, that was one big monkey! Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> Captain, do you know where you are? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Marine 1> +Bridge+ Shuttle Skobee to bridge, we are ready for Departure Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Playing with her silver hair for a bit, till she heard Granger yell. She sits up, looking towards the back of the shuttle. Gets up and begins heading over.:: Cassie Granger -> # ::squint:: On some godforsaken planet in the middle of nowhere, Hammond. You know where you are? Dvokr chim Hok -> +Skobee+ You are cleared for departure. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::grin:: Aye, Striker. Sure do. Same place you are. EddieFreeman -> # ::gets up as well, following Sylvanis:: Was that Granger? Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Nods.:: Yeah Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::smart nod at Freeman and Sylvanis as they approach:: She's good to go, Commander. ::Freeman:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> 1st Lt. Dan> ::initiates engines and clears the Challenger's shuttle bay:: Cassie Granger -> # Hell, yeah... ::tries to sit up, immediately pushed down by Tasha:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Sits across from Cass:: You alright Captain? Gave us a scare. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> Not that good, ma'am. Stay put. Dyan Sylvanis -> # +Kal+ Good news, Captain is awake. Cassie Granger -> # Tell you what, Sylvanis. That damn monkey gave me a scare and I don't scare easy. Cptn Ja'Lale -> 1Lt Dan> ::Looks to the guy beside him:: try to contact the team once we're through the atmosphere. Hunter Matheson -> +Dyan+ Copy. I'll pass the word. EddieFreeman -> # ::to Tasha:: Awesome. That was a close shave. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> Aye, sir. Sure was. It'll take a while, though. H.G. Reed -> :: coordinating efforts from the bridge. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Smirks:: Well if it makes you feel better, I think we fried a couple of them when the Chief here polarized the hull briefly. They all ran off. Cassie Granger -> # Commander Freeman. ::not turning her head:: As of this moment I relinquish command. EddieFreeman -> # ::blinks:: Uh...understood, Captain. Cassie Granger -> # As per Starfleet protocol, you are now in charge of this mission. Until Cdr Rinax returns, of course. Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Looks up at Eddie.:: Cassie Granger -> (She's Marine Cpt, Eddie. Same as SF Lt.) John Randall -> #::shifts his position slightly in the chair, still asleep:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::Freeman:: It's best, sir. She's in no physical shape to command. Cassie Granger -> # Thanks for the vote of confidence, T. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::smirk:: Any time, Striker. H.G. Reed -> :: Taps the her console, tracking the rescue shuttle and checking the sensors. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> @Skobee> ::breaks the planet's atmosphere:: +Away Team+ This is the Shuttle Skobee to the Away Team, can you read me? Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::slap, squeeze, change plasma bag:: EddieFreeman -> # And I do technically outrank all of you. But, uh - talk about going outside of your comfort zone, right? ::Shrugs:: I don't think this rock is anyone's comfort zone -- ::hauls off from the wall and heads to the front:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> @Skobee> +AT+ Skobbe calling Away Team. Come in? EddieFreeman -> # ::takes a seat and hammers the comm:: Shuttle Skobee, this is the away team. How do you copy? Dyan Sylvanis -> # There isn't much we can do at the moment anyways. At least not till daylight, then we can finish cleaning out the intakes. Cassie Granger -> # ::slight turn toward Dyan:: We have comms yet? John Randall -> #::shifts position again, but hits his left leg against the shuttle wall, and yells in pain, wide awake now:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::checking vitals:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> @ Skobee> +Freeman+ We're coming in for a landing about 500 metres from your location. Unfortunately we can't land any closer. Please prepare to head to the clearing patch via the coordinates we will send you now. ::sends Freeman the landing coordinates via his PADD:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Confused look as she stands up, looking towards the front of the shuttle.:: No...we shouldn't. The atmospheric particles disrupt out comms at long range. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Monitoring available channels :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> @SKobee> +Freeman+ Our ETA will be about ten minutes Cassie Granger -> # ::Dyan:: Take charge of Delta and Bravo. Doesn't look like I'm going anywhere for a while. EddieFreeman -> # ::mumbling curses:: Uh, Skobee, we have two wounded and one not with the main party. We may have trouble getting to your designated LZ. H.G. Reed -> :: Sends updates to Hok. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> @Skobee> ::Lt Dan frowns::: +Freeman+ Okay, we'll have some teams come over to you with some stretchers. We'll let medical on Challenger know Hunter Matheson -> # O'Neill> +Marine+ Incoming blue. Hold your fire. EddieFreeman -> # We'll look out for you. Just so you know, the wildlife is hostile and seriously dangerous. That's why we have wounded. Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Looks down at Cass, nodding.:: Yes Ma'am. Excuse me. ::Walks back up to the front of the shuttle where Eddie is.:: Who are you talking to? Cptn Ja'Lale -> @ Dan> Gump! Look in the back and get out the stretchers! EddieFreeman -> # ::to Sylvanis:: The cavalry. Shuttle incoming from Challenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> @Gump> OK, Lt Dan! ::rummages for the portable stretchers in the back of the shuttle:: John Randall -> #::having decided he let out a silent yell, gingerly brings his leg up, and stretches out the best he can in the rear seat of the shuttle; his eyes now blue chips of ice:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # A shuttle? Really? ::Calls back to Cass.:: Captain, the cavalry is here. Cptn Ja'Lale -> @ Pilot> Make it quick! I don't know how much we can last down here. Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Almost forgets.:: Oh Commander, tell them to close off their intakes. Cassie Granger -> # ::Dyan:: Tell 'em to keep the horses away from the shuttle. We got enough schitzle here. Cassie Granger -> # ::not in a good mood, no, not at all::: EddieFreeman -> # ::to shuttle:: Close off your intakes, by the way - gotten us in some trouble down here. John Randall -> (that makes two of us) Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::Delta Medic, moves toward John:: Lieutenant, sir? Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Smirks.:: Yes Ma'am. +Kal+ We have friendlys incoming. Hunter Matheson -> +Dyan+ Dopy. Blue on track. Hunter Matheson -> *Copy Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Skobee> +Freeman+ Understood - thanks! ::nods to the pilot to close the intakes:: John Randall -> #::glares up at the Marine, his mouth clamped shut:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> Lt Randall, I'm LCpl Tasha Hammond, Delta team medic. Anything I can do for you? Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Skobee> ::spots the landing spot. The crew should now see/hear the shuttle incoming:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> crew = away team John Randall -> #::shakes his head, and speaks through clenched teeth:: No, I'm just fine. Go back to your captain. EddieFreeman -> # ::to nobody in particular:: I don't like leaving without Rinax... ::glancing out the window:: Looks like our bus is here, though. Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Lt Dan> Weapons out, fellas. Keep an eye peeled for those darned dirty apes! Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::Native American eyes narrow:: Due respect, sir, looks like you could use a burn patch. Dyan Sylvanis -> # I don't think there is much we can do for her at the moment. Chances are, she's not even on planet anymore. H.G. Reed -> :: files a report on the Skobee's progress. :: EddieFreeman -> # Yeah. And we need to get Granger and Randall up shipside anyway... Cassie Granger -> # ::listening to the chatter as best she can:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Bubba> THey're monkies sir, not apes. John Randall -> #::his glare intensifies:: I'm fine, Marine. Go back to your captain. Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Action: Skobee lands safely. No signs of any monkeys, the shuttle's lights and engines scared them off. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::holds his glare, unflinching:: Aye, sir. EddieFreeman -> # ::scans for evil crazy people-eating monkeys as shuttle approaches:: John Randall -> #::stops looking at the Marine, and stares straight ahead, clenching his teeth against the pain:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Hears the commotion between Randall and Tasha. Talking quieter.:: Oh by the way, since you're in command now, can you make your assistant accept medical treatment. Seems he is being stubborn. Cptn Ja'Lale -> $ Marines> ::depart from the shuttle and heads to the Challenger team:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::moves past him to the emergency lockers to check supplies:: EddieFreeman -> # ::snorts:: Well. I'll try. ::gets up and heads back:: Hunter Matheson -> +Dyan+ Charlie and Fandango coming at you, ma'am. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Skobee Marines spot the Challenger shuttle and knock on the door. Dyan Sylvanis -> # +Kal+ Understood. ::Moves to the back hatch.:: Ready to receive when they arrive. H.G. Reed -> :: Makes a few notations regarding Hunter Matheson -> +Dyan+ Bravo and Delta on perimeter. Souter, Daniels, Gonzales on overwatch. Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Pops the hatch.:: H.G. Reed -> The Skobee's tracking abilities. :: EddieFreeman -> # ::turns back as Sylvanis opens the hatch:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # lt Dan> Ah. You all in here? Your ride's here. EddieFreeman -> # We're still missing Rinax, it seems. But the rest of us are here. Dyan Sylvanis -> # Right. ::Looking to Eddie and Cass.:: What are we to do with our shuttle? Cassie Granger -> # ::Eddie:: Your call, Commander. Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Lt Dan> Where's the injured? ::Sees Cass and John, motions for the stretchers to be brought over:: I'm sure we'll be able to find her. John Randall -> #::stands up very slowly out of the chair, stifling a moan as he bangs his leg against a chair; stands fully erect, his eyes ice-blue:: EddieFreeman -> # Shoulda known I wasn't getting off this rock without making at least one call. ::pauses:: Leave it, for now. We're not leaving the system just yet, I assume, so we might have a chance to recover it. But pull some parts, cripple it for the time being. Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::comes forward as Lt Dan brings on the stretchers:: Lieutenant. EddieFreeman -> # Cripple it more, I should say. H.G. Reed -> :: Opens up a file labeled "Spruce Goose" and makes a few notations. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Marine> ::to John:: Try to remain still sir. ::John is placed and secured onto the stretcher along with Cass on the second:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Nods.:: Yes Sir. ::Goes back to the front to disable the systems.:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> LCpl Tasha Hammond, Delta team medic. ::rattles off Granger's vitals, hands him the list of meds, etc::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Lt Dan> We'll fire a shot at the shuttle after we take off. Cassie Granger -> # ::on the stretcher:: Lt Dan, Delta and Bravo are on perimeter. Don't leave 'em behind. EddieFreeman -> # ::goes to the back to do terrible things for which he would normally be fired:: That might work. But we don't want to wreck it, just prevent anyone from salvaging it. John Randall -> #::allows the Marines to strap him into the stretcher, but his anger intensifies:: EddieFreeman -> # ::pauses on the way back, leaning over Randall:: You okay, man? Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Begins disabling everything from the console she could that would further prevent the shuttle from being tampered with.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Lt Dan> ::Takes perimeter as ordered and heads back to the Shuttle:: John Randall -> #::stares up at Freeman, then stares straight up, not trusting himself to say anything:: Hunter Matheson -> +Marines+ Fall back to the shuttle. Sound off. EddieFreeman -> # ...carry on, then. ::resuming to engine room:: EddieFreeman -> # ::entering engine room to begin tearing stuff out:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The team carrying John and Cass make their way to the shuttle. A few has stayed behind to look for monkeys and provide cover for Ed still in the other Shuttle, Cassie Granger -> # ::in lala land with Tasha's mud taking hold::: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::helping with the injured:: H.G. Reed -> :: Takes a moment to retrieve a cup of tea. :: EddieFreeman -> # ::tears out a few bits and pieces, and grabs the shuttle's store of emergency weapons, before heading for the hatch:: John Randall -> #::utters a couple of low moans as the stretcher sags up and down in a couple of places on the way to the shuttle:: Dyan Sylvanis -> # ::Follows the others out after she finishes up.:: EddieFreeman -> # ::leaves shuttle, following the others, with an armload of assorted stuff:: H.G. Reed -> :: Returns to her console to work. :: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Pilot> ::Starts up the shuttle as Freeman and the remaining Marine clambers in:: +Challenger+ We have the away team. We still need to find Commander Rinax beforewe return to base. Dvokr chim Hok -> +Shuttle+ Copy that Hunter Matheson -> ::in the shuttle with the rest of Delta and Bravo:: Hunter Matheson -> ::tight fit:: John Randall -> #::the thought goes through his mind that he will have to report to sickbay again; it does nothing to improve his mood:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Pilot> ::once everyone is aboard, he takes off on the hunt for Cdr Rinax:: H.G. Reed -> :: Makes a light notation of the Skobee's status. :: EddieFreeman -> # ::squeezed in like a sardine:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: It's not long before her biosigns are detected a few km away. In addition, there are also bio signs of about ten dead Romulans nearby. Cptn Ja'Lale -> #Shuttle> ::goes in for a landing nearby: EddieFreeman -> # ::leaning forward to peer at the screens as best he can:: Whoo. She put up a fight. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Commander Rinax is unconscious (from monkey attacks) but alive. Hunter Matheson -> # ::checks the viewport:: Doesn't look like they're moving. John Randall -> #::suddenly decides to try to rest; as his anger slowly leaves him, he falls asleep:: EddieFreeman -> # ::still looking at screen:: Looks like the Romulans are dead. But Rinax is alive. ::gets up:: Check your weapons - we need to go get her. Cptn Ja'Lale -> #ACTION: Shuttle hatch is opened while the Marines go and retreive Rinax. Not far away is the team of Romulans - all seemed to have been also attacked by the monkies. On them,are PADDs, and other parts from the Scout ship. Cptn Ja'Lale -> parts, equipment and data from the ship* Cptn Ja'Lale -> (5 minutes) Hunter Matheson -> # ::gathering what he can:: Hunter Matheson -> # Tasha> ::checks Rinax:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Judging by the injuries abd decomposition to the Romulans, they were dead here a few days ago. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Rinax has sustained many injuries/bite marks like John and Cass EddieFreeman -> # ::clambering out of the shuttle to recover Rinax:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Romulans' data, PADDS etc and Rinax are gathered on the shuttle. Cptn Ja'Lale -> It really is a tight fit on the shuttle now EddieFreeman -> # ::clambers back onto the shuttle with the Marines, carrying PADDs and a few Romulan weapons:: EddieFreeman -> # ::watches as Rinax is loaded on as well:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> # Lt. Dan> +Challenger+ We have Rinax as well as stuff from the Romulans. Heading back now. Dvokr chim Hok -> +Dan+ We have you. Understood EddieFreeman -> # ::watching Rinax's life signs as the Marine medics look her over:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Skobee takes off despite the weight of the people aboard and heads back for the Challenger. Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM EddieFreeman -> ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job, everyone. Our TBS will be 10 minutes. The Skobee will be returned to Challenger just as sim starts next week, where we'll wrap things up with this plot. ANy questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> None? OK. Thanks for coming out and have a great week! Sim is dismissed EddieFreeman -> See you all later.

Gretchen Hanson -> The last time I was here, we'd lost Rinax. Any progress in the plot since? Hunter Matheson -> We were attacked by monkeys. That count? Gretchen Hanson -> Are monkeys a step up from dust storms? Dvokr chim Hok -> I don't think we had any progress Dvokr chim Hok -> I can't rightly recall what we were doing Cassie Granger -> Um, yes. We were attacked by monkeys, or something that looked like a monkey. Cass is close to death at this point. H.G. Reed -> Do they at all resemble the monkeys that serve the wicked witch of the west? Cassie Granger -> Kal, you and the rest of the platoon are patching up and repositioning. Gretchen Hanson -> ::cackles: Ah, my pretty Hunter Matheson -> Wouldn't be surprised, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis -> Oh yeah myself, Moa, and Eddie were about to go back outside and make sure everyone is alive from the monkey attack John Randall -> I am unconscious in the shuttle from Challenger Dyan Sylvanis -> We can assume Doc is safe with us. Derrick Sabin -> Am I recalling correctly, isn't this mission a survey of the planet to determine if it's suitable for colonization? Cassie Granger -> Aye. Cptn Ja'Lale -> That's right.. Cptn Ja'Lale -> But in true Star Trek form, there is also a crashed Romulan ship in the surface. Derrick Sabin -> So, we've got monkeys, kidnapping dust storms... would that be oh for two? Dyan Sylvanis -> Those pesky survey missions Cptn Ja'Lale -> Are we good to start? H.G. Reed -> Just another day at work. John Randall -> I would think so, sir Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there were no other questions, let's begin. Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM John Randall -> @ ::lying unconscious in the rear of the shuttle from Challenger as a result of a severe electric shock:: Gretchen Hanson -> ::with Dyan:: (are we in the Challenger shuttle or the romulan craft?) Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the bridge :: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Inside the shuttle, about to open the hatch, her pistol drawn.:: H.G. Reed -> :: On the bridge, monitoring sensors. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Challenger shuttle)) Derrick Sabin -> @:::waits for the shuttle hatch to open:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::magic edit::... tending John's condition at the rear of the shuttle:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Monkeys streetching about and hopping around the shuttle. Cassie Granger -> ::on top of the shuttle, bleeding out::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Thought the monkeys left)) Gretchen Hanson -> @::medical scanner shows electrical burns that will need more than her field kit at some point:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ((Did they? )) Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Monkeys are gone - coast is now clear. John Randall -> @::the whole left side of Randall's uniform is scorched:: Hunter Matheson -> ::repositioning to counteract the attack::: Dyan Sylvanis -> ((yeah. Eddie polarized the hull at one point, gave a little shock, and they left.)) H.G. Reed -> Captain, I am unable to ascertain stable readings for the away team. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Brace yourselves. ::Pops the hatch.:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Interference from the jungle? Can you try to contact them? Gretchen Hanson -> @::gives John a hypo filled with a mild stimulant to rouse him:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Marines+ Report. Derrick Sabin -> @::to Dyan:: Any signs of our visitors? Hunter Matheson -> @ ::head-counting as they call in::: H.G. Reed -> :: Looks over at Hok. :: Do you have a link with the team? John Randall -> @::eyes begin to flutter, and then opens them, immediately winces at a stab of pain courses through his left side:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Granger+ Captain Granger, report position. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ Kal, you alright? I've got the Doc and some others at the shuttle, we're popping the hatch and checking for survivors. Hunter Matheson -> @ +Dyan+ Aye, ma'am. Trying to raise Captain Granger. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Looks to Derrick.:: No, but stay alert. ::Moves down the ramp, leveling her pistol, visually scanning the area.:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::unconscious on top of the shuttle near the emergency access hatch::: Gretchen Hanson -> @::sees John wincing:: John, are you back with us? Derrick Sabin -> @::follows Dyan down the ramp, taking scanner readings in a 180 arc:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Looks up, seeing a arm dangle from the side.:: Someone's up there. I think it's the Captain. Moa, need your help since you're the tallest. John Randall -> @::turns his head towards Gretchen's voice, speaks softly and painfully:: D-Doctor? Wh-What happened? Dvokr chim Hok -> The teams link is weak. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ Got her. She's on the roof, looks unconscious. Derrick Sabin -> @I'm not reading any life forms nearby. Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Just popped the hatch Eddie, grab your rifle.)) Cassie Granger -> @ ::deathly pale::: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::shifts positions:: +Dyan+ Any sign of the captain, ma'am? EddieFreeman -> @ ::standing near hatch with rifle drawn:: ((thanks for the heads-up!)) Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ Yeah. She's in bad shape. Gretchen Hanson -> @Well, I'd guess you've been testing circuits with your fingers again, Lieutenant. Seriously, though, can you sit up? Dvokr chim Hok -> I'll try to boost the range. John Randall -> @::nods painfully:: I-I think so. ::slowly sits up, and emits a loud groan, then grabs his left side as another bolt of pain shoots through it:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::a massive gash from primate incisors is barely visible, her uniform is soaked with blood and the end of the gash poking above her uniform collar::: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Someone give me a hand. ::Points.:: She's up here. Gretchen Hanson -> @::refills the hypo with a pain suppressant and administers it to John:: This should hold you for a while. I'm afraid I've got to leave you for a bit. We've got other casualties outside. EddieFreeman -> @ ::slings rifle over shoulder, and hoists self through hatch to assist Sylvanis:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Sorry Reed, I have had trouble establishing and maintaining a link with the team. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Pretty quiet in the jungle now, sensor scans (if anyone is scanning) is clear. Derrick Sabin -> @::helps Dyan with Cassie:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Tasha+ Report position. H.G. Reed -> :: Taps her fingers against the console, waiting to see if contact can be established. :: John Randall -> @::nods:: A-All right, Doc. I'll take it easy, don't worry. EddieFreeman -> @ ::helps hoist Cassie:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::leaves John and goes to the shuttle hatch, looking out at the scene:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::dead weight, limp:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Permission to send down something to the planet to boost the signal. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Manages to shimmy up to the roof, checking Cass' vitals.:: She's a mess. ::Carefully helps move her down.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Tasha> +500 meters your 3+ Derrick Sabin -> @::reaches up for a leg, as gently as he can:: John Randall -> @::stares in horror at the blackened side of his uniform:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::the only visible injury is the gash in her neck. The rest of her uniform is clear, except for the blood::: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Go ahead. ::to Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ We have the Captain. It's real bad... Anyone else hurt? Dvokr chim Hok -> COnfiguring the probe... Gretchen Hanson -> @::sees Dyan and Derrick pulling someone free, hurries over to them:: H.G. Reed -> Preparing for launch. Hunter Matheson -> @ +Dyan+ Negative. A few minor injuries, but otherwise we're good. Shifting position for protection on the next attack. John Randall -> @::stands slowly, and cries out in pain as his left leg takes his weight; then his eyes blaze as he summons up his will power, and his face becomes hard as a rock:: Dvokr chim Hok -> It's ready. EddieFreeman -> @ ::running a tricorder over Granger:: Man. A little bit deeper...they nearly hit her jugular. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ Understood, Be careful. H.G. Reed -> Captain, the probe may be launched on your mark. Derrick Sabin -> @::gently helps lower Cassie to the ground:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Dyan+ Wilco. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::After Cass is down and being tended to from the relative safety of the shuttle, she stands back out by the hatch entrance.:: John Randall -> @::his face grimly set, looks around the shuttle, and notices some things missing up toward the pilot's station:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::arrives at the scene and makes her first visual examination of the wounds:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::faint pulse, waxy complexion::: Cassie Granger -> @ ::shallow breathing:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::gingerly pulls Cassie's uniform collar back to expose the bite marks:: H.G. Reed -> Sir? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Go ahead and launch when ready Derrick Sabin -> @Is she going to be ok, Doc? H.G. Reed -> Hok? John Randall -> @:: turns again, and walks slowly toward the engine compartment, biting back groans as his left foot makes contact with the floor on every step:: Cassie Granger -> @ (Don't think the guy liked the taste. There's only one.) EddieFreeman -> @ ::having helped get Granger in, walks back towrds engine compartment, seeing Randall on the way :: Hey! Cassie Granger -> @ Souter> ::turns his scope on the shuttle::: John Randall -> @::turns his head at Freeman's approach, and nods painfully to him, his face set in stone, and white as a sheet:: Gretchen Hanson -> @::reaches into her med kit for a field dressing for the wound::: I'm sure she will, Ensign. Patching is my specialty. Cassie Granger -> @ Souter> +Kal+ Hey Gunny. Captain's hurt. Bad. H.G. Reed -> :: Taps the console, the probe is deployed. :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::shifts his scope to zero in on it:: Damn... Gretchen Hanson -> @::doesn't want to tell him she really has no idea. Monkey pathogens are definitely NOT her specialty:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Souter+ Hold position. Doc has her in hand. EddieFreeman -> @ ::almost grabs Randall's shoulder, but thinks better of it - he doesn't look like he could take it:: I'm not even going to try to persuade you to get back to bed, you'd just glare a hole in me. But you are NOT doing any heavy lifting. Hunter Matheson -> @ +Tasha+ Stand ready to assist if needed. Derrick Sabin -> @::relieved at Dr. Hanson's prognosis, he stands and resumes scanning the clearing:: Cassie Granger -> @ Tasha> +Kal+ You got it, Gunny. Dvokr chim Hok -> The could take a bit once the probe lands Cptn Ja'Lale -> Very well then. I don't like how this is going. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Keeping an eye out from her spot at the entrance.:: H.G. Reed -> Sensors are still distorted. John Randall -> @::nods painfully, and forces a small smile, speaks through clenched teeth:: It's all right, Chief, I have no plans on lifting anything. Just thought I'd check and see if our engine is still working. What happened here, anyway? Gretchen Hanson -> @::to anyone nearby in hearing range:: I don't suppose we've got communicatins with the ship? Hunter Matheson -> @ +Marines+ Tighten the perimeter. Bravo, watch those paths closely for any sign of their return. EddieFreeman -> @ ::pauses, noting his clenched teeth:: Don't worry about the engine. I've got everything under control. I'm not entirely sure what happened yet, but suffice it to say we're on the ground, we can't take back off, and we don't know precisely why. Derrick Sabin -> @::continues scanning, trying to locate a bit of fur or saliva droppings that might yield a DNA sample for analysis:: Hunter Matheson -> @ O'Neill> ::mutters something about monkey planets over the secure Marine band::: Dvokr chim Hok -> Yeah, I see that. Something strong is distorting the readings. John Randall -> @::nods, then looks at him curiously:: Chief, have you been in a fight or something? Your uniform's all rumpled. ::looks around at some of the others that he can see:: What happened while I was out? Hunter Matheson -> @ Daniels> ::echos the thought, adds a few choice words of his own to the mix::: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::settles into his hide, letting them get it out now so they can focus later::: EddieFreeman -> @ Yeah, I have. The wildlife around here is kind of hostile. Big primate types. I came out practically unscathed, though. ::gesturing with his head towards the medical bay:: Captain Granger got mauled. Sylvanis, some other guy I don't recognize and I got her back into the shuttle, but the critters nearly tore her throat out. Gretchen Hanson -> @::monitors Cassie's vitals, doesn't want to give her a large stimulant dose tht will raise her blood pressure to quickly. The wound is deep and liable to open up again:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Smirks at some of the Marine banter on the comm.:: H.G. Reed -> Perhaps we ought to send out a rescue team? John Randall -> @::eyes widen as Eddie fills him in:: This planet's got all kinds of surprises, don't it? Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: Is the probe having any luck clearing the interference? Dvokr chim Hok -> It's improving, but not totally. Cptn Ja'Lale -> We should, yes. But I worry they too might get caught in the interference. H.G. Reed -> :: Still tapping her fingers against the console. :: Dvokr chim Hok -> You may attempt to relay a signal to them via the probe Captain. EddieFreeman -> @ Yeah. I got lucky. If those things did that to Granger...probably woulda eaten my scrawny... ::trailing off:: Anyway. Sit back down. We're not in enough trouble for you to go hurting yourself worse tryin' to work. Yet, at least. Cptn Ja'Lale -> See if you can boost signal strength and get a comm link established via the probe EddieFreeman -> @ What happened to you, anyway? We never did figure it out - Granger and I just found you unconscious in the scout ship. Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods at Hok:: That's what I'd like to do... have a rescue team and shuttle ready on stand-by in case we need them. H.G. Reed -> Shall we request additional marines, Captain? Gretchen Hanson -> @::to Sylvanis:: I need to get her back to sickbay. Can you get any one of these crafts off the ground? Hunter Matheson -> @ +Dyan+ Normal jungle critter chatter started up again. Don't think we'll have an immediate attack. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yes please. John Randall -> @::nods, and sighs heavily, his left arm pressed tightly to his side:: I was trying to restore power to the Romulan craft. I installed the power couplings dent down from the ship. I remember pushing the button, then there was a big, bright flash, and, the next thing I knew, the doctor was asking me if I was coming around. Cptn Ja'Lale -> If we can't get in contact with them, within the next thirty minutes, we'll send the team down. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Looks to Doc, shaking her head.:: I can't work on cleaning the intakes again till daybreak, so we're grounded. +Kal+ Understood, we'll lock things up here just in case. Derrick Sabin -> @::finds an interesting pile of...something... and collects a sample with his analyser:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Everyone inside. Hunter Matheson -> @ +Dyan+ Roger that. We're good out here. H.G. Reed -> :: Nods :: yes, sir. Derrick Sabin -> @::responds to Dyan's instructions and returns to the shuttle:: EddieFreeman -> @ Huh. Have to look at that later...maybe a trap, or maybe the Romulan bird was just trashed. Anyway, like I said. Get back to the med-bay for now, all right? You're only gonna hurt yourself worse trying to get back to work so soon. Gretchen Hanson -> @::furrows her brow, but says nothing more:: John Randall -> @::nods, then stifles a groan:: All right, Chief, I am getting a little tired standing here. ::smiles at Freeman, and limps slowly back to the inside of the shuttle, lowering himself gently into an empty seat:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Makes sure everyone is inside, before going back up the ramp and sealing the hatch.:: Might as well get cozy. ::Moves up towards the front, sitting in a seat.:: EddieFreeman -> @ ::taking a seat as well, blowing out a sigh and staring momentarily at a ceiling, muttering:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> Meanwhile, keep trying to get a hold of the away team. Gretchen Hanson -> @::tries to give Cassie a small drink of water from a rations pouch:: Derrick Sabin -> @::finds a corner of the shuttle he can settle into:: EddieFreeman -> @ ... ::to nobody in particular:: This is probably the second worst jam I've been in in Starfleet. Dvokr chim Hok -> Opening the channel now. Cassie Granger -> @ ::the water seems to trigger a response but she's struggling:: Derrick Sabin -> @::begins running an analysis on the sample he found:: John Randall -> @::closes his eyes, and tries to relax into the chair, but anything touching his left side triggers pain:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ What was the first? ::Looking up at the ceiling as well.:: John Randall -> (it would be worse without Gretchen's wonderful painkillers :) ) Gretchen Hanson -> @::not wanting Cassie to choke and tear open the wound with her struggling, settles for just moistening her lips:: Gretchen Hanson -> (I've got suckers back on the ship. Will that motivate anyone to fly this thing?) EddieFreeman -> @ ::to Sylvanis:: We ran into these mines. Elaron, something like that? The pulse from the mines causes amnesia. We were dead in space, boarded by Orion pirates, and, at least at first, nobody remembered what their job was or how to do it. I had to restart the computers, and I didn't even remember my own name, much less how to do it. Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 minutes) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((lol I forgot about that mission)) Hunter Matheson -> @ (Well, I'm a Swickie, can fly just about anything, but as for fixing? Another story.) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((That was fun. Didn't Kimi think she was a doctor?)) Dvokr chim Hok -> No transmission back Captain. EddieFreeman -> ((I think so? I remember Eddie wound up playing security officer.) Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Wow...That sounds awful. Derrick Sabin -> @::preliminary results indicate a genetic tag known to be Romulan:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::frowns:: Very well. Keep trying and amplifying the signal. If they don't respond in 30 minutes, we'll send down the rescue team and get them out of there. EddieFreeman -> @ I saw a guy die. Security. Or maybe engineering. His shirt was red, in any case. Disruptor blast, full power. He was there, bright flash, and then he wasn't. I shot the Orion that got him. ::shaking head:: No point dwelling, though. John Randall -> @::settles into the chair eventually, and finally manages to fall asleep:: Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job everyone. Our TBS will be 30 minutes.. we'll see if anyone picks up. Cptn Ja'Lale -> Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale -> Goodnight everyone - sim dismissed

Cmdr Rinax -> BRIEFING: Challenger is in syncronis orbit around the planet hovering over where the away team landed with a shuttle to inspect a Romulan scout ship. The scout was badly damaged as so far, has not been able to run. Cmdr Rinax -> A terrible dust storm kicked up, momentarily, to which Cmdr Rinax was missing after the dust settled. Our shuttle is unable to start, and transporting through the dust that remained in atmosphere does not permit transport from the planet. Cmdr Rinax -> AT Crew now believes that it was not a natural occurance. They AT has just begin to make plans, and MCapt Granger has taken command of the AT. Cmdr Rinax -> Any questions? Cmdr Rinax -> BEGIN SIM Cmdr Rinax -> BEGIN SIM Cmdr Rinax -> BEGIN SIM Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On the bridge at the comm console : Hunter Matheson -> ::on the perimeter with the rest of Delta::: Cassie Granger -> (@ for AT?) Cmdr Rinax -> (Yes please) H.G. Reed -> :: Running sensor scans at the Nav station. :: Hunter Matheson -> @ ::tosses an @ up::: EddieFreeman -> @ ::peering at emergency supplies and making an inventory:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::checking the area::to all:: Where's Lt Randall? Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Back on top of our shuttle, with a panel popped open.:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::steps out of the shuttle, checking::: Cassie Granger -> @ Anyone seen Randall? ::eyes around::: Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: DUST REMAINS IN THE ATMOSPHERE, SOME OF WHICH NOW EXTENDS PAST THE GRAVITATIONAL PULL AND STARTS AFFECTING SENSORS ON CHALLENGER TO A POINT WHERE THEY HAVE ONLY OCCASIONAL LOCATION OF THE AWAY TEAM. Cassie Granger -> @ +Randall+ Granger to Randall. Come in. H.G. Reed -> :: Scanning trying to determine the whereabouts of the missing crew member. :: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Hears Cass below. Pokes her head over the side, looking down at her.:: Last I recall, he was in the scout ship, Ma'am. Cassie Granger -> @ ::looks toward the scout::: EddieFreeman -> @ ::turning from his inventorying, getting up and peeking out of the shuttle:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::Eddie:: Commander, get a crew and see if Lt Randall's okay. Either he's unresponsive or our comms are down. EddieFreeman -> @ Right. ::grabbing a rifle, and looking around:: Anyone wanna come with me? Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Goes back to the panel, grabbing a tool from a kit she managed to get up here. Begins to carefully clean out the intake.:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::looks up:: I'll go. Lt Sylvanis is working on the intake for the shuttle so we can get off this rock. Cmdr Rinax -> (WB HG... someone get the duct tape... holiday version) H.G. Reed -> :: Motions to Hok. :: I am having issues locating Cmdr. Rinax. EddieFreeman -> @ Sounds good. ::checking rifle:: I'm ready when you are. Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: IT STARTS GETTING LATE ON THE PLANET AND THE LIGHT CLEARLY WILL BE LEAVING THEM SOON. THERE IS JUNGLE ALL AROUND. PAST THE JUNGLE FROM THEIR POSITION, SOME HIGHER PITCHED STONE AREAS LY BEYOND THE TREES. Cassie Granger -> @ ::grabs a kit and moves with Eddie:: You're the engineer. Lead on. Cassie Granger -> @ +Kal+ Get Moa over here. Put Tasha in his place. EddieFreeman -> @ ::grabs a duffel and heads out for the scout ship:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Granger+ She's on her way. Cassie Granger -> @::blink:: +Kal+ Send Moa. Tasha stays here. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::distracted:: +Granger+ Roger and wil do. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Sitting at his station :: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Was too busy working on the intake to notice the sun was going down.:: H.G. Reed -> :: Taps her fingers against the console in frustration. :: Cassie Granger -> @ ::coming up to the scout ship::to Eddie:: Looks shut up tight. EddieFreeman -> @ Yeah. ::begins circling the ship, looking for a point of entry:: Randall! You home? Cassie Granger -> @ ::a hand on the hull, brushing the dust off:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::jogging toward the shuttle, spots Dyan on the dome:: Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: TEMPERATURE BEGINS TO DROP - QUICKLY. THERE IS A LIGHT BREEZE KICKING UP THOUGH NOT A DUST STORM. SUN IS NEARLY TOUCHING THE HORIZON. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::stops:: Lieutenant? Dvokr chim Hok -> Reed? H.G. Reed -> :: Runs another scan. :: H.G. Reed -> Hok? EddieFreeman -> @ Looks like it maybe came down a bit hard... ::clambering up on top, looking for an emergency entrace:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::checking the area for others:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Is there a problem over there? Cassie Granger -> @ ::following:: Think the dust might have done something to the mechanisms? Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Gets a little chill and shivers. Looks down at Moa, realizing it's harder to see him.:: Oh wow, didn't realize it was getting so late. One sec. ::Puts the panel back over the intake and locks up the tools.:: EddieFreeman -> @ It could have. Dust and machines don't mix, in general, unless you really space out the tolerances... ::lifting out the emergency exit:: Okay, I've got an entrance. H.G. Reed -> I cannot find Cmdr Rinax. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::the tall, massive Maori warrior stands waiting to assist her when she descends::: Dvokr chim Hok -> Her transponder? Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Lowers the toolkit down for Moa to grab. Then once ready, she lowers herself down.:: H.G. Reed -> Yes, it is missing. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::takes the kit, stands to assist her:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::standing aside for Eddie::: EddieFreeman -> @ ::drops duffel in, before lowering self into hole:: Randall! Johnny, you alive in here? Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: USS CHALLENGER NO LONGER CAN LOCATE THE AWAY TEAM. SENSORS TO LOCATE ANYTHING ON THE PLANET ARE NOT WORKING. THERE IS STILL A SHIPPING LANE WITH MINIMAL TRAFFIC FLOWING BY LONG RANGE SENSORS, BUT THAT'S EVEN BECOMMING HARD TO FOLLOW. Cassie Granger -> @ ::following SOP, remains outside but close enough to hear::: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Gets down with Moa's help.:: Thanks. ::Looks around.:: The Captain and Chief still out at the scout ship? EddieFreeman -> @ ::Calling out so Granger can hear:: I'm in the vessel, but I do not see any sign of anyone. I am moving towards the engineering compartment, which should be slightly aft. H.G. Reed -> And now my sensors are not registering anything. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> Yes, ma'am. I'm to stay with you, ma'am. Assist if needed. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Nods.:: Appreciated, but I can't do anything else witht he sun going down. Best get ready to bunk for the night. ::Shivers.:: It's already getting chilly. EddieFreeman -> @ ::stepping aft to open the engineering compartment - fishes a flashlight from the duffel and shines the light in:: Dvokr chim Hok -> What? EddieFreeman -> Lieutenant Randall? Dvokr chim Hok -> :: gets out from his station and over to Reed's :: Cassie Granger -> @ ::shouts to Eddie:: Roger that. I'm at the entrance so we don't lose you, too. Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: IT IS DARK NOW. WITHOUT LIGHT OUTSIDE, YOU CANNOT SEE THE HAND IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. H.G. Reed -> The sensors are unable to register anything. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::flicks on his light:: Best get inside, Lieutenant. Not sure what we'll find out here. Cmdr Rinax -> ((Mr Randall may not be able to sim with us this evening and may be just watching. If he joins us later, we'll keep him with the team. Please continue on the issues at hand... darkness)) Cassie Granger -> @ (Understood) EddieFreeman -> ::scanning the floor with the light...and -- :: Granger, I got 'em! ::moving towards him - kneeling to make a few passes with the tricorder:: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Right. ::Grabs the kit and gets inside the shuttle.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::sees her in, notes Dr. Hansen there as well:: Stay put, ma'am. I'm going for Cpt Granger and Cdr Freeman. Hunter Matheson -> @ ::on perimeter watch, standard 4-hour shift::: Cassie Granger -> @ ::Eddie:: It's pitch dark, temperature approaching minus 5C. Need some help down there? EddieFreeman -> @ Yeah - he's alive but he's unconscious. I might need help toting him out. Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: THE JUNGLE BEGINS TO COME ALIVE AS THE DARKNESS SETS IN - NOTHING NOTABLE YET, BUT CLEARLY, IT'S NOT BARREN. Hunter Matheson -> @ GSgt Momoa> Cptn Granger! Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Breaks out the emergency blankets from a compartment. Takes one and wraps it around her shoulders.:: Cassie Granger -> @ ::looks over:: Gunny! Get in there and assist Cdr Freeman with Randall. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Next to Reed : You mean the team's life signs are gone or no other readings? :: Cassie Granger -> @ ::stands aside:: John Randall -> ::was overcome by the particles in the dust storm earlier; is unconscious in the engineering compartment:: Dvokr chim Hok -> (Reed's life signs...and life are gone) Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::handing her his kit, he slips into the scout ship:: Commander, location? John Randall -> ((first time I've been able to type in the sim)) Cmdr Rinax -> ((wELCOME BACK jOHN!) John Randall -> ((thanks)) EddieFreeman -> @ ::to Moa:: Aft, in the engine compartment. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::moves aft::: Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: THE DOCTOR TREATS RANDALL FROM THE DUST SYNDROME, AND BRINGS HIM BACK TO CONSCIOUSNESS. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::approaching Freeman:: Status? Cassie Granger -> @ ::begins to shiver, not prepared for cold since it was a jungle planet::: EddieFreeman -> @ Unconscious, but alive. Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: KAL (HUNTER) STARTS TO HEAR SOMETHING MOVING CLOSER - IN FACT, SOMETHINGS! Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::nod:: I got him, sir. ::hefts to remove him from the scout ship::: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Cass+ Captain, temperatures are rapidly dropping. Recomend you all return asap. EddieFreeman -> @ ::standing, moving forward to open the door from the inside:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Team+ Contact. ::low voice:: Multiple unknown on approach. 100 meters. Cassie Granger -> @ +Dyan+ Coming. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Stays by the shuttle hatch, since it's wide open at the moment. Keeps an eye out, pistol at the ready.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::out of the emergency door with Randall, quickly moving toward the shuttle:: EddieFreeman -> @ ::follows Moa and Randall:: +Granger+ That's everyone. Cassie Granger -> @ ::follows::: Marine band has multiple unknown on approach. Make it fast. EddieFreeman -> @ ::unslings rifle and begins moving quickly towards shuttle:: Hunter Matheson -> @ +Shuttle Occupants+ Close and seal the hatch. Multiple on approach. Purpose unknown. Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Working on the sensors :: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ +Kal+ the team is almost back. I can see them now. Hunter Matheson -> @ Souter> Eyes on. Following. Hunter Matheson -> @ +Delta+ Report. EddieFreeman -> @ ::looking around for marine team's unknown contacts:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Daniels> ::sniper perch:: +Contact. ROA unclear. Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: SUDDENLY THE DARKNESS IS FILLED WITH A FLURRY OF ACTIVITY. THEY PUSH AND HIT KAL AROUND QUICKLY AND ANYONE ELSE THAT IS OUTSIDE THE SHUTTLE AND SCOUT. THEY BEAT ANY OUTSIDERS WITH THEIR FISTS, KNOCKING WEAPONS OUT OF THE MARINE'S HANDS. EddieFreeman -> @ +Granger+ I hear fighting! Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Calls out from the shuttle hatch.:: Inside now! Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: EVENTUALLY, THE TEAM OUTSIDE OF EITHER CRAFT CAN TELL WITH THE FLURRY OF ACTIVITY AND QUICK GLIMPSES OF LIGHT, THAT THEY ARE MONKEYS... RATHER LARGE AND VERY QUICK/STRONG MONKEYS THAT ARE ATTACKING. Cassie Granger -> @ +Eddie+ Stay in the shuttle. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Has her pistol drawn and set to stun. Waiting for the others to get inside so she can seal the hatch.:: EddieFreeman -> @ ::moves to the entrance, getting in quickly as possible:: Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: MONKEYS JUMPING EVERYWHERE NOW, BEATING ON EVERYTHING, EVERYONE. SOME OF THE MONKEYS MAKE IT INSIDE EACH SHIP, AND WHATEVER THEY CAN TEAR APART, THEY DO. Cmdr Rinax -> Capt Ja'Lale> ::addresses the bridge crew:: We'll need to get these sensors working. We cannot be blind on this. What seems to be the problem, anyone? Hunter Matheson -> (So is Delta dead?) Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Manages to chase out the one from the shuttle before sealing the hatch.:: Cmdr Rinax -> ((Not dead, monkeys have just attacked as they would anything that invades their area... but just are doing what they know, hit stuff... it's not a controlled attack.)) Cmdr Rinax -> ((Delta has bruises of course)) Cmdr Rinax -> ((So who is left outside after Dyan was able to close oen shuttle?)) Cassie Granger -> @ ::was outside and is apparently pretty well battered, torn apart by the monkey's teeth, and barely alive::: Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Curses at the mess that was left behind, noticing that most of the emergency blankets she had set out were now torn.:: Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::inside the shuttle trying to raise Delta::: EddieFreeman -> @ ::looking around, trying to get a head count:: Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: MONKEYS TRASH THE ROMULAN SCOUT, ANYTHING THEIR HANDS COULD TEAR UP, THEY TORE UP. THEY ALSO CONTINUE TO JUMP ON THE SHUTTLE, NOT NECESSARILY INTERESTED IN ANY BODIES THAT STILL REMAIN, SEEM MORE DRAWN TO THE METAL SHIPS AND MATERIAL ITEMS THAN PEOPLE. John Randall -> @::was delivered to the shuttle, treated by the doctor, and given a sedative; now asleep at the rear of the shuttle:: EddieFreeman -> @ ::to anyone:: Did anyone get left out there? Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Checks her pistol, looking to Moa and Eddie. Frowns at the sounds of pounding on top of the shuttle.:: Yes. We need to get them. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::Eddie:: Aye, sir. Cptn Granger and the rest of Delta is out there. Hopefully most of Delta is secure, but I can't raise them. EddieFreeman -> @ ::swearing, moves to bridge console:: Hold on, lemme try something... Cmdr Rinax -> ACTION: ONE HUGE MONKEY IS SEEN FROM THE FRONT VIEW PORT, MASSIVE JOWELS AND HUGE INSCISORS, ALL THE MONKEYS BACK OFF WHEN HE SHOWS UP, DISSAPEARING INTO THE DARKNESS, HE WALKS ACROSS THE TOP OF THE SHUTTLE, PRODDING AT IT, HITTING A FEW PLACES CAUSING A LITTLE DAMAGE, THEN DISSAPEARS INTO THE DARKNESS ALSO. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::Holds up a hand to Dyan:: Due respect, ma'am. Stay inside. Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::Eddie:: Let me know if I can help. Cassie Granger -> @ ::on top of the scout, bleeding out::: EddieFreeman -> @ ::attempts to send a current through the hull, something normally reserved for countering interference - enough to shock any remaining monkeys without killing them:: Cmdr Rinax -> @ DR HANSON, WHO WAS OUTSIDE, FINDS GRANGER AND BEGINS WORKING ON HER AS BEST SHE CAN WITHOUT HER MEDICAL BAG AND IN ROUGH SHAPE TOO. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ Listen... ::Pauses.:: I think they have calmed down. Cmdr Rinax -> Capt Ja'Lale> Mr Hok, what is your diagnoses on these sensors? EddieFreeman -> @ ::kills the current after a second, and listens:: Yeah. Might even have backed off before I did that - sure didn't hear any complaining when I did it. We need to go find the others. They could have been mauled. Cmdr Rinax -> ((Mauled! I was trying to come up with that word the whole time! Thank you... hate when that happens. LOL)) Dyan Sylvanis -> ((lol)) Dvokr chim Hok -> I have no explaination at the moment Captain... working on it. Dyan Sylvanis -> @ ::Looks to the others, making sure they are ready before she opens the hatch.:: Cmdr Rinax -> Capt Ja'Lale> Well, Mr Hok, I want you to personally investigate this... and get me some answers. I don't want us blind. Understood? EddieFreeman -> @ ::readies self, setting rifle for a moderate stun:: Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye. Cmdr Rinax -> Capt Ja'Lale> ::goes into his read room:: And you have the CON. Cmdr Rinax -> PAUSE SIM Cmdr Rinax -> PAUSE SIM Cmdr Rinax -> PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson -> @ Moa> ::Eddie:: Sir, I'd set to heavy stun. Primates don't go down easily. And whatever you do, stay away from their teeth. Dyan Sylvanis -> ::paused:: Cmdr Rinax -> I'll include that Kal. Cmdr Rinax -> Really good sim. I hope I don't throw action at you too fast... I get really excited! ::grins:: Dyan Sylvanis -> heh Cmdr Rinax -> Any questions, comments or other statements? Cmdr Rinax -> Ok then... I wish everyone happy everything! We'll see you all in two weeks when the Captain will return. Please enjoy .... and see you safe and sound next year! Sim Dismissed!

Everyone? I'm here :) You're here! And it's good to see you back.

Okay, so it's been around the galaxy how many times? But the carols are still circulating, so here we go.... [And if you're interested in "Make It So" taken from voice snips from the crew, go to marshable.com and search for "Star Trek Make It So."] From Jean-Luc Picard (to the tune of "Let It Snow"): Oh, the vacuum outside is endless, Unforgiving, cold, and friendless, But still we must boldly go-- Make it so, make it so, make it so! From William Riker (to the tune of "Deck the Halls"): Here's a vexing Christmas riddle: (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Why must I play second fiddle? (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) How can I impress Deanna (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) When I'm number two banana? (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) From Wesley Crusher, Starfleet Cadet (to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"): I'm at Starfleet Academy, And I'd just like to say I miss the opportunity To weekly save the day-- To make things worse, I have to be In some dumb Christmas play! Yes, I'm bright, though I'm just a teenaged boy, Only a boy, And the Enterprise was my most favorite toy! From Data: Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh-- or so I am reliably informed; lacking a subjective and intuitively perceived referent for the term "fun" I am able only to report the phenomenon as experienced by others, whose individual perceptions somewhat color the-- yes, sir. Worf (to the tune of "White Christmas"): I'm dreaming of a dead Pakled Just like the one in Rec Deck Eight. They all think they've hidden, But this one didn't, And I'm using him as bait. I'm dreaming of a dead Pakled-- Their mental skills are rather lame. May your foes die sonless, in shame-- And I hope you're wishing me the same! Worf: to the tune of "The Christmas Song" (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire): Phasers flashing in the depths of space, Ripping up an airtight hull; Signs of fear on your enemy's face, And life-support signs reading null! Ev'rybody knows a Romulan's a spineless foe Who lacks the Klingon will to fight! Phaser beams set his torso aglow-- He'll find it hard to breathe tonight! He knows that Worf is on his way! And soon he'll be the object of the verb "to slay"! And ev'ry slinking Rom and Pakled spy Will soon become the subject of the verb "to die"! And so I'm offering this simple threat To Roms, and all Ferengi, too: You'll be as dead as a life-form can get-- Merry Christmas to you! Councellor Troi's Yule-Tide lament (To the tune of "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas") I get no surprises out of Christmas-- Presents leave me blue-- I know what they're giving me Before they do. Who wants to be Betazoid at Christmas? I read Jean-Luc's mind: "What's the cheapest gift for Troi that I can find?" Geordi thinks I'm a "Beta-bore"-- Worf likes Data more--by far. Wes to Mom takes his whinin', or, Sobs to Guinan o'er the bar. In Will's dreams I'm in a reindeer costume Bare at breasts and thighs-- He as Santa merrily His whips applies. Oh, Christmas is no fun aboard the Enterprise.

=/\=Starfleet Academy Roster =/\= =/\=10/1/2013 =/\= . Game Master (GM) - TMir Game Master (GM) - STSF Jami . Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Executive Officer (XO) - STSF Jami Helm Officer (Helm) - Thomas Hugues Operations (OPS) - Annisha Chief Security Officer/TAC (TAC) - Chirakis Mission Brief: The USS Avenger (Post-Voyager frigate) is cruising deep space when they come across a moon-sized metallic object and turns to investigate. 131001 Tuesday.txt

Earth-sized planets in habitable zones are more common than previously thought By Anne Danahy March 12, 2013 UNIVERSITY PARK, Pa. -- The number of potentially habitable planets is greater than previously thought, according to a new analysis by a Penn State researcher, and some of those planets are likely lurking around nearby stars. "We now estimate that if we were to look at 10 of the nearest small stars we would find about four potentially habitable planets, give or take," said Ravi Kopparapu, a post-doctoral researcher in geosciences. "That is a conservative estimate," he added. "There could be more." Kopparapu detailed his findings in a paper accepted for publication in Astrophysical Journal Letters. In it, he recalculated the commonness of Earth-sized planets in the habitable zones of low-mass stars, also known as cool stars or M-dwarfs. Scientists focus on M-dwarfs for several reasons, he explained. The orbit of planets around M-dwarfs is very short, which allows scientists to gather data on a greater number of orbits in a shorter period of time than can be gathered on Sun-like stars, which have larger habitable zones. M-dwarfs are also more common than stars like the Earth's Sun, which means more of them can be observed. According to his findings, "The average distance to the nearest potentially habitable planet is about seven light years. That is about half the distance of previous estimates," Kopparapu said. "There are about eight cool stars within 10 light-years, so conservatively, we should expect to find about three Earth-size planets in the habitable zones." The work follows up on a recent study by researchers at the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics which analyzed 3,987 M-dwarf stars to calculate the number of Earth-sized planet candidates in cool stars' habitable zones—a region around a star where rocky planets are capable of sustaining liquid water and therefore life. That study used habitable zone limits calculated in 1993 by Jim Kasting, now an Evan Pugh Professor in Penn State's Department of Geosciences. Kopparapu noticed that its findings, based on data from NASA's Kepler satellite, didn't reflect the most recent estimates for determining whether planets fall within a habitable zone. These newer estimates are based on an updated model developed by Kopparapu and collaborators, using information on water and carbon dioxide absorption that was not available in 1993. Kopparapu applied those findings to the Harvard team's study, using the same calculation method, and found that there are additional planets in the newly determined habitable zones. "I used our new habitable zone calculations and found that there are nearly three times as many Earth-sized planets in the habitable zones around these low mass stars as in previous estimates," Kopparapu said. "This means Earth-sized planets are more common than we thought, and that is a good sign for detecting extraterrestrial life."

Yes, folks! Fourteen years ago today, USS Manticore, NCC 5852, was launched. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANTICORE! Here's to 14 more!

Mea culpa and all that for being so late!! Yes, Happy Birthday to US!!! Woohooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roster: CO) STSF_KBear XO) Kaspian CSEC) Nijil tr'Korjata CMO) trMerek AMO) TKAR MISSION BRIEF) The USS Tango has been called on to search a deserted vessel found floating in the Tellis Sector. We are within 5 minute of the vessel and have been getting readings for a while. Readings are showing no life signs but unusual electronic activity. 130728 Sunday.txt

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