=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/11/17 - 10:02 PM=/\= 7 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.097 TBS is 20 minutes. The time is 0920 hours (9:20 am) Aegis local. Aegean and the planet have been sucked into a wormhole. The crew is beginning to wake up. Aegis has just received notice that Aegean and the planet have disappeared. From now on there will be two time frames: ~Aegis will continue on Aegis TBS, determined by Captain Ramson. ~Aegean will have its own TBS, determined by Captain Coleridge. Those on Aegis, make an NPC on Aegean. All action is taking place on Aegean =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Lawliet: ::groaning as he wakes up:: Tarisa: ::Slowly beginning to realize she is on the floor of the bridge.:: Dacia Sandero: ::still unconscious, but starts to stir lying next to Tarisa:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::in engineering, rubs his head as his blurry eyes try to focus::: Tarisa: ::Groggy, she pulls herself over to Dacia, touching her shoulder.:: Doctor? mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::in sickbay, starting to come around:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slumped over the console, he feels like he's had a lousy sleep:: Lawliet: ::pulls himself up and looks around the bridge:: Report. Dacia Sandero: Ugh. what happened? You okay, Tarisa? Scott Coleridge: ::wakes up sprawled in a very undignified position:: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::groans a bit:: Is everyone alright? Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::woozey, feeling sick::: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::gets a staggering response of yes:: Tarisa: I...do not know... ::Sits up, noticing that others were on the floor as well.:: It seems it happened to everyone. Lawliet: ::puts a hand on his forehead and groans:: Fletcher Jackson: ::leans back from the helm console, blinking::: Dacia Sandero: Well.. that was a big shock wave. Dacia Sandero: ::gets up to her feet:: Kallah Ramson: AEGEAN> ::systems cycling back on:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: seems he's bleeding :: Fletcher Jackson: ::when his eyes focus, he sees the systems coming back on:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::pulls himself to a stand and checks engine status:: Tarisa: ::Slowly stands up, putting her hand on the back of her chair.:: Lawliet: ::looks over and notices Jackson coming to:: Mr. Jackson. Status. Fletcher Jackson: Uh... status, sir? Dacia Sandero: ::sits back down on her chair, checking herself and Tarisa for injuries:: Lawliet: Where are we? Fletcher Jackson: ::taking a deep breath:: Helm is just coming back on, sir. It'll take a minute. Tarisa: ::Notices her console is beginning to come back to life.:: Dacia Sandero: ::Checks:: My console's booting up again. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::begins checking on personal as well as the systems:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Aegean is still in the wormhole corridor....as is the planet. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Same with mine. Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::watching the engineering system reengage::: Scott Coleridge: ::Dacia:: Get a casualty report. Lawliet: ::looks back at Sandero:: Doctor. Is she alright? Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: Weapons and shields? Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> +OPS+ Engineering here. We're powering up. Not sure what happened, but systems should be operational within a few minutes. Maybe. I hope. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::notices everyone has either bumps, bruises or both; as well as some other minor issues:: Fletcher Jackson: ::rubbing his head:: What happened? Dacia Sandero: ::Nods: and checks the bridge crew:: Tarisa? Yes, she seems to be fine Commander. We'll need the injured to sickbay for treatment. Overall everybody here seems to be in good health... however you should get down to sickbay if you aren't feeling well. ::treats someone's head wound with a dermal regenerator:: Scott Coleridge: Crossing the event horizon of a wormhole can sometimes cause people to lose consciousness. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks to the captain, then back to his console:: So... we went into a wormhole....::and it's going to take him a while to process that::: Tarisa: ::Remembers.:: The...planet...It was chasing us. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::starts getting patients, starts treating them, making sure that the nurses and medics do the same:: Lawliet: ::looks back at Jackson:: Mr. Jackson. We need you to focus. Are we still in the wormhole and are we still at warp? Dacia Sandero: I remember that. It's still there. Fletcher Jackson: ::slowly getting his brain back:: +ENG+ Understood. Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::running down his checklist:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets up :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Whaa? Tarisa: ::Ears lay back as she looks at her screen.:: Dacia Sandero: You okay there Commander Cayne? mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>+Dacia+ Dr. Cthulu to Dr. Sandero Tarisa: ::Looking at nothing but a static mess.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Lawliet:: I'm trying, sir. I'm trying. But.. .I've never had to deal with a wormhole before, sir. Dacia Sandero: +Cluthu+ Sandero here. Go ahead? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: pulls himself up to his console :: I don't feel well, what happened? :: he accessed his console :: Dacia Sandero: We got sucked into a wormhole? Need to head to sickbay? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Weapons are down. Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::the other engineers are scrambling to get everything online::: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>+Dacia+ We're starting to get casualties, all minor. could use some help down here. Dacia Sandero: +Cluthu+ I'll head down shortly. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Shields were overloaded, so it is trying to restart Gila Orrak: :: Meanwhile... :: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>+dacia+ understood. Cthulu out Gila Orrak: Ugh :: as a gash covers the side of her forehead :: Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: OK, Ensign, give me a deep breath, then run me through a status report, system by system, please. Gila Orrak: :: No on sees her yet in the corridor :: Fletcher Jackson: ::deep breath, slow exhale::: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. Um.... ::shaky:: Engineering reports systems are coming online... mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::continues treating patients:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Trying to determine where we are Captain. Fletcher Jackson: ::clears his throat:: So far, medical reports three injured, but none severely... Dacia Sandero: ::Scott:: Casualty reports are coming up throughout the ship, ranging from minor injuries to moderate. I should head back to sickbay to help treat incoming patients that are now filtering down to sickbay. Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Help Tarisa. As soon as we have sensors, we need to ascertain exactly what's happening and what we can do about it. Fletcher Jackson: Science... ::glances over:: Looks like she's down for the count, sir. Commander Lawliet is our only remaining science officer... Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Dacia:: go. Fletcher Jackson: And security is, well, all over the place, looking for things. Or that's how they put it. Dacia Sandero: Can someone help me get Tarisa? Tarisa: ::Attempting to re align the sensors.:: Lawliet: ::walks over to Sandero:: Here, I got you. Dacia Sandero: Oh, you're fine Tarisa? That's good. Come down to sickbay if you're feeling worse. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of the bridge and to sickbay as quickly as she can.:: Tarisa: ::Doesn't notice the blood on the side of her head.:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> +OPS+ Systems should be back online in about ten minutes. Gila Orrak: :: feels something :: Lawliet: ::rips part of his uniform and applies it to Tarisa's head:: You're bleeding. Fletcher Jackson: +ENG+ Understood. How about weapons? Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> ::looks around:: +OPS+ Working on it. Dacia Sandero: ::heads down to sickbay to help Cluthu treat patients:: Tarisa: Is that why the screen is fuzzy? ::Now feels the sharp pain as Lawliet applies pressure.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Teams are dispatched. Fletcher Jackson: ::sighs::: +ENG+ We gotta have more than that. Give us a timeframe. Lawliet: Tarisa, I need to know if you can still maintain your post. Gila Orrak: :: Starts to walk to sickbay :: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::sighs a relief to see Dacia in sickbay:: Tarisa: ::Ears lower as she tries to stand. Things start spinning.:: Lawliet: ::holds onto Tarisa:: You alright? Dacia Sandero: All right, not so bad now but I'm sure things'll get worse before they get better. No serious injuries thus far? ::looks around the sickbay:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> +OPS+ Making it our top priority after life support. Tarisa: ::Butt finds the floor once more.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::figures that the captain heard that::: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::shakes his head:: No ma'am. Lawliet: Okay, I'm taking you to medical. Fletcher Jackson: Okay... helm is back, and we are... Tarisa: ::Holds head as she tries to nod.:: Dacia Sandero: That's good, there's not too much room in IR. Fletcher Jackson: Crap. Sir? ::turns to Coleridge:: I have no idea where we are. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Torpedo systems will be back online shortly mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::shakes his head:: trying our best though. Fletcher Jackson: Navigation can't pick up anything that it recognizes. Lawliet: ::picks Tarisa up and holds her tightly:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> +TAC+ How are your systems looking? Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: One moment. Dacia Sandero: ::begins treating patients:: We'll still need to prioritize space for the more injured individuals and if need be, rope in some of the lesser injured patients to help with triage. I know most of them have completed their mandatory medical field training. Lawliet: ::to Coleridge:: Captain, I'll be taking Tarisa down to medical. Tarisa: ::Has the sudden sensation that she is flying.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::looking round:: This is weird. Scott Coleridge: ::gets up and moves over to science:: Lawliet, I need you back up here ASAP. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Fletcher's console finally reboots, giving current sensor readings. Dacia Sandero: ::continues treating incoming patients:: Lawliet: ::picks up Tarisa in his arms:: Aye sir. ::heads into the turbolift:: Medical. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::nods:: Agreed. ::goes back to treating patients:: Chirakis: Ens Fikzit> +TAC+ Check your weapons systems now. They should be operable. Fletcher Jackson: ::seeing sensors come back::: Lawliet: ::gets off the turbolift and walks down the corridor to Sickbay:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We are not.. where we were, but.. Scott Coleridge: ::begins looking over the feed as the sensors come online:: Fletcher Jackson: ::mutters:: Sensors.. sensors... ::turns:: Captain, we're inside the wormhole. Or at least that's what the sensors are telling me. Lawliet: ::walks into Sickbay:: Doctor? Scott Coleridge: I concur, Mr. Jackson. W-we. ::tries to conceal the stress and fear now creeping in:: Where is the planet? Chirakis: Action> A nurse takes Tarisa from Lawliet and places her on a biobed. Dacia Sandero: Over here. ::sees Lawliet:: Lawliet: ::to nurse:: Thank you. ::walks back out into the corridor:: Chirakis: Nurse> :::takes Tarisa to Dacia::: Tarisa: ::Has the urge to curl up in the bed and take a nap.:: Chirakis: 10:45 PM Dacia Sandero: Place her on that bio bed over there. ::gestures to a recently vacated one nearby:: Fletcher Jackson: The planet, Captain... is behind us. Lawliet: ::steps back into the turbolift:: Bridge. Fletcher Jackson: It's... following us. Gila Orrak: :: enters sickbay :: Scott Coleridge: So we need to figure out how to escape this wormhole. Lawliet: ::steps back onto the bridge and takes a seat at science:: Scott Coleridge: Which means we need to figure out how we entered or created it. Fletcher Jackson: ::swallows hard:: Scott Coleridge: ::relinquishes science to Lawliet, moves back to the command chair:: Scott Coleridge: Mr. Jackson, are our warp engines still engaged? Fletcher Jackson: ::checks:: Yes, sir. We're not just floating through. Dacia Sandero: ::looks Tarisa over, sees Gila:: Fletcher Jackson: ::which was his next nightmare::: They're keeping us stable, but not much more. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::finishes up with her patient and sees a cardassian female enter and goes to her:: Hello are you alright? Lawliet: ::checking the sensor logs:: Dacia Sandero: ::scans Tarisa with her tricorder:: Fletcher Jackson: And we're moving at warp... warp 1, sir. As you ordered. Tarisa: ::Looks up at Dacia vaguely.:: Is it nap time? Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Pull up the sensor logs for the moment we entered the wormhole. Did they register a sudden burst of tetryon radiation? Dacia Sandero: Yes.. nap time. ::smiles:: Tarisa: Ok. ::Yawns and closes her eyes.:: Dacia Sandero: Goodnight. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::to Gila:: Hello? Gila Orrak: I hit my head Lawliet: ::checking the data:: Aye sir. Tetryon radiation spike occurred .05 seconds after we engaged our warp engines. Gila Orrak: A cat... mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu> Alright let's take a look. Come with me. ::ushers her to a biobed:: Gila Orrak: :: sits, a bit unstable :: Fletcher Jackson: ::watching helm, he sees that the ship seems to be cruising along, like it's riding a wave:: Scott Coleridge: This wormhole might be a byproduct of our warp field's interaction with the planet's anomaly. Scott Coleridge: If we shut down our warp engines, we could collapse the wormhole. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::begins scanning her, especially her head:: Lawliet: No Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::finds some head injures, possible concussion .. injects Tarisa with a hypospray and waves a flashing medical device around her head to dispel any concussive injuries:: Lawliet: If we just shut down the engines with the planet behind us, there's a possibility the wake will crush us the moment we exit. Gila Orrak: :: starts to lie down on he bed, falling asleep herself :: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::begins treating her head injury:: Fletcher Jackson: ::listening:: Fletcher Jackson: Uh... Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Yes? Fletcher Jackson: We were in high orbit... Lawliet: ::listening to Jackson:: Fletcher Jackson: So, if we shut down warp and I engage a 45 degree angle as soon as that happens, the planet should pass right by us. Scott Coleridge: Are you that confident in your timing? Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. We might want to sound collision first, though, sir. Fletcher Jackson: It might be a pretty rough ride. Chirakis: 10:57 PM Scott Coleridge: ::already instinctively gripping his seat:: Believe me, I know. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::finishes treating Gila's head injury:: Scott Coleridge: +ALL+ All hands, this is the Captain. We are about to disengage our warp engines in an effort to break free of the wormhole. Brace for turbulence and impact. Fletcher Jackson: ::already figuring out the angle and the avoidance time::: Fletcher Jackson: Ready, sir. Dacia Sandero: ::looks up:: We'd better activate the restraints on the bio beds so people don't fall out.. secure the rest of the patients and brace yourselves. Lawliet: ::secures his station and hangs on:: Scott Coleridge: On my mark. mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::nods and helps secure all patients:: Scott Coleridge: Disengage warp. Fletcher Jackson: ::deep breath:: Dropping from warp. Cutting angle! ::holds on:: Dacia Sandero: ::activates the restraints and secures patients as well, before bracing for impact:: Fletcher Jackson: ::don't spin, don't spin, don't spin::: Lawliet: ::braces himself:: mimipavilion: Dr. Cthulu>::braces:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Wormhole begins to break down....roughly. Fletcher Jackson: ::feeling sick::: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Big bright flash Fletcher Jackson: ::wince::: Lawliet: ::shuts his eyes:: Dacia Sandero: Whoa. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/11/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Captains, TBS? Scott Coleridge: I'm thinking little to no TBS Kallah Ramson: Aegis TBS 10 minutes...from the end of the last sim. timey wimey stuff going on. Chirakis:Will we all be playing on Aegean next week as well? Kallah Ramson: Let's say yes.... until Aegean can confirm where and when they are at now. Chirakis: Excellent. Makes it simple. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: If not.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

(Log events take place after Dinner Guest II and before Mind Full of Mindful) Sixty trustworthy officers, that’s what they needed. For Aegean to operate properly it needed a crew of 60. Depending on its mission this number could vary from as many as 90 to as few as 25. With the upcoming reconnaissance mission, and all the possible ways it could go wrong, 60 was the best number. With officers assigned to the Aegis shipyards, pilots of the 209th Test Flight Wing, engineers and starship designers contracted to the shipyards, and the crew of Aegis itself, finding a crew for any mission had never been an issue. But, they had never had a mission requiring this level of security. There were obvious concerns about the Romulans and some worries about all the Allied powers working in this sector. A breach in security, just one loose lip, could sink more than just a ship. Jylliene stretched. It was nice to be working with Commander Ramson again, but this was definitely a bit different than being on the Aegean and operating a console. This was more - well, more intense, in a way. Jylliene wasn’t used to interviewing and analyzing people for job suitability. Still, she was the one who had best access and awareness of the crew manifest, including duty rosters and assignments, so it made sense that she would be here with Ramson. As it was, Ramson was the one who needed to make the decisions. Jylliene was happy to leave that to her. As usual, Kallah Ramson’s desk was a maze of data and files. One list showed the officers with the best skills for the coming mission. Another showed those with high security clearance levels within their respective governments. Buried somewhere under these was the list of those who could easily be removed from consideration, be it security issues or those not up to the hazards that might come. Scattered around these were personnel files of those Ramson would “speak” with personally. Speak would probably not be the best word to use since she was leaving a lot of the talking to Aegis’ Chief of Operations. Kallah was making “other” observations. Currently she was “observing” a young Romulan science officer, SubCenturion t’Lynta. She was an expert in planetary sciences and quite useful in scanning and identifying artificial features in natural formations. She also was from some of the more remote islands of Romulus, an area which supplied few officers to the fleet. Culturally her family kept a quiet but cold relation with the Star Empire as a whole. How those feelings could manifest themselves now was unknown. “Thank you for your time, SubCenturian,” Jylliene began, glancing over the questions they’d been asking the other candidates. “I’d like to talk to you for a bit. There is a mission coming up that we feel you may be suited for, given your area of specialty. We do have questions to ask based on other possible portions of the mission, though. Firstly, tell me a bit about your home. How do you feel it shaped you, and is there anything in particular that you feel prepared you for your current position here?” The young woman's face had a kind look to it naturally, but that was just a canvas for a wretched snarl at the mention of her home. “It only prepared me by making sure I wanted to be anywhere but there.” Her eyes glanced between the Trill questioning her and the more familiar officer who watched on quietly. “If this has anything to do with the colony survey mission, I thought I was already assigned to that?” Her words were aimed at Commander Ramson, though her eyes never left Jylliene. Kallah didn’t respond except to make a note on the PADD in her hand. “That mission is still awaiting final clearance,” Jylliene responded. This was not the first interviewee to ask. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either. t’Lynta’s face easied only a little. A more annoyed look now took its place as she crossed her legs and began looking over the office. “Very well, then. How do you feel about dealing with other races?” The Trill kept moving down the list of questions, making notes herself as well - though she knew the Minaran’s were the more significant for their purpose. “They usually make interesting test subjects,” the Romulan said without a sign of humor. Jylliene nodded slightly, making some more notes, and continued. “Can you tell us what makes you stand out, why you would be the best choice among your peers?” A slight smile crept onto t’Lynta’s lips. “The fact that I’m the best at what I do or that the others are blithering idiots. Either would do.” She seemed to be gearing up to continue before being cut off. “Thank you, SubCenturion. Honest as always.” Kallah smiled. “Dismissed.” Ramson waited till t’Lynta was out of the room and the door securely closed before speaking. “How many more do we have? Or was that our last one?” Jylliene asked, turning in her seat to look at Ramson. “The Romulan ego wearing on you already?” Kallah knew how many of the others felt when they had to deal with the Romulans so closely. She had adapted to them quickly enough, ever a useful Minaran trait. Jylliene chuckled. “I guess the one Romulan I have very much contact with is not at all typical there. No, it’s just not the type of thing I’m used to. Read a console, pass reports through, clear ships for docking or departure. This is very different.” She grinned. “It’s a little taxing.” Ramson rubbed her head lightly. “They can be taxing in many ways.” Her fingers moved over to the psionic verbalizer affixed to her temple. With a light touch she adjusted it’s setting to a more comfortable level. “Using the verbalizer is more so than communicating telepathically, for you, then?” She paused. “Stupid question. I imagine it would be. Ignore the tired officer to your right.” Jylliene chuckled. This was not the day to have been up late the night before. She rubbed her own temples and looked over at the list, wondering if she was being observed just as much as their interview subjects. And then regretting even having the thought with Ramson right beside her. Jylliene winced inwardly. Kallah gave Jylliene a soft though tired smile. “That should do it for now. I can go over the Shipyard officers with the SubCommander.” Jylliene exhaled in relief. “Thank you. And I apologize if I said - er, thought? - anything untoward there.” “No thoughts as extreme as given by some of those we interviewed. I think some of them like having fun knowing I can sense their thoughts. And I’m not just talking about the Romulans.” As open and talkative as Bolians are, she wondered if anyone had a clue of the thoughts they actually kept in reserve. This time, her wince wasn’t inward. “That didn’t even occur to me.” the Trill said with a sigh. “It *is* nice to work with you again,” she added with a smile as she stood up. “I hope the rest go smoothly for you.” “That’s kind of you to say.” Ramson pressed a button on the desk compacting all the files on its display surface onto the PADD in her hand. “I do have one request.” “Yes, Commander?” “Nijil. I know he is committed to this mission. I also know he found someone he knew among the renegades who took the station.” Ramson paused briefly, treading carefully. “I believe you are close enough to him,” another small smile forming on her lips, “to ask him.... what will he do if he finds more on this mission. Possibly, even the family he is searching for.” Jylliene nodded. “I will ask. Very carefully.” Very carefully. “I’ll leave how you bring it up to you. This is less a security concern than a personal worry. As you said, he’s not really your typical Romulan.” A more pleasant smile sprang up on her face, a laugh of sorts coming from a mute race. Kallah thought of mentioning some of the many other emotional extremes that lay waiting under the brash Romulan surface but figured that might spoil some of the fun. She returned a more relaxed smile herself. “Understood. Thank you, Commander.” Jylliene nodded to her, and then walked out of the room. She didn’t know what she thought of the intent of the interviews when they began them; what she really felt about Ramson using her abilities on the interviewees. Though she could see the importance of using them to feel out the potential crew for the mission, it still felt like too much of an invasion. Now, though, especially after the commander’s remarks about being on the receiving end of such - not so much. Truly a double-edged sword.