=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/21/17=/\= 24 March 2388 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis local. Diplomatic negotiations continue with the Droid Cores. Senior staff has offered a counter-proposal. The Droids pause to confer silently, raising our suspicions. Our sensors are at full throttle. Our telepaths are listening carefully. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::on the CnC:: KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, reviewing inventory:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pondering recent events::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Nijil tr’Korjata :: Working still in main engineering :: Lawliet: ::meditating in his quarters with various lit candles scattered:: Alexis McFarland: ::in class with Annisha and Miana, working on her classroom assignment:: Fletcher Jackson: ::aux OPS, working beside Cdr Kital:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With the others, working on her assignment as well. Final bell was coming soon.:: Tarisa: ::At SCI station on CnC for the moment.:: Jylliene: ::confers with Fletcher on the requests/reports that have come through during the conference:: Alexis McFarland: The Japanese place has a sale on taiyaki balls, so we should get some of those as well. Lawliet: ::listens to all the various voices in and around Aegis:: Fletcher Jackson: ::shares all he has, but it's not much, just the same old stuff::: Tarisa: Miana> Ooo... Jylliene: Looks like the florist ran out of her stash. Another crate of spirits. Dacia Sandero: ::also listening to the voices on the station:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. And they probably need it by now. Jylliene: "For the plants", supposedly. Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: Yes, ma'am. So it says. Jylliene: All told, I think many of us could use it just as much. Jylliene: ::grin:: Fletcher Jackson: Sounds like a plan to me. If only... ::shrugs:: Kallah Ramson: :;takes a moment to note the mental atmosphere around her:: Chirakis: ::notes Ramson's focus::: Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::goes through the reports and such, hoping that the the telepaths don't over do it mentally:: Dacia Sandero: ::also sensing the general empathic feel around them:: Lawliet: ::filters out some of the "ambiance" around him:: Fletcher Jackson: You know, back in the old British sailing days, ale was part of the rations. Kallah Ramson: ::taps her console:: Yeoman Edwards, please deliver the report to the delegates. KelsaViegnor: ::approving of Gila's work:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Now has food on her mind, thanks to Alexis.:: Fletcher Jackson: Sometimes I wish it was the same here, except that we probably have enough weirdness at the moment. Alexis McFarland: ::yummy!:: Jylliene: ::chuckle:: Yes, likely so. Chirakis: :::moves to Ramson and waits for her attention, not wanting to interrupt anything:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Thinking of tasty tasty Japanese food.:: Alexis McFarland: Teacher> ::Snoopy-style trumpet sounds:: Alexis> Yes, I'm almost done. Lawliet: ::takes slow, deep breaths as he searches for any connection that is alien to him:: Kallah Ramson: ::quietly to Chirakis:: There are things in the intel report we're giving the delegates I don't expect A.I. systems to understand. We hopefully will get them to make contact with their.... Masters again. Chirakis: ::nods understanding:: KelsaViegnor: ::prepares a custom order:: Dacia Sandero: ::regulating her breathing focusing in on alien connections as well: Chirakis: You received my report concerning the Pakleds, Captain? I doubt that it has much significance, but it is a curious thing. Lawliet: ::reaches out to a familiar voice:: ~Sandero...can you hear me? Jylliene: At least we're not also stuck with the food that would have been available. I'll happily give up the ale rations for our food. Alexis McFarland: It's cool we get to get off early because of the yellow alert. Hopefully the food courts won't be too crowded Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Now he was still working in main engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::picks up Lawliet's voice:: ~Yes, I can hear you... Jylliene: ((It's a wonder they ever have a normal school day.)) Tarisa: Miana> Yes. I can not wait. Nijil tr'Korjata: Gila> :: Unpacking a shipment :: Fletcher Jackson: ::grinning nod:: yes, ma Fletcher Jackson: ma'am. I can relate to that. Alexis McFarland: (really) mimipavilion: ::to self:: same song different tune with these reports ::gets up and heads into main medical:: Lawliet: ~ I'm beginning to believe that our efforts might prove in-vain. We weren't particularly listening for the alien voice the first time. Kallah Ramson: Eternally overlooked and underestimated, the Pakleds. Chirakis: My thoughts as well, Captain. KelsaViegnor: ::to Gila:: I'm giving you a raise. Dacia Sandero: ~I agree.. it's hard to make a connection to something you're not sure what it sounds like. So far, I can't sense anything out of the ordinary. Chirakis: Too many strange coincidences. Lawliet: ~There is something we could try, but it might prove dangerous....if not difficult. Alexis McFarland: ::writing down their homework onto her PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: Oh, Commander Kital. I did get a place for that family, the Kurignagalili - I think that's right. Fletcher Jackson: The family with 5 kids. They needed temp quarters because of repairs. Dacia Sandero: ~Oh? What's that? Fletcher Jackson: And don't ask me to pronounce it, ma'am. I only read it and wouldn't even try. Jylliene: Understood. ::smile:: And thank you. Lawliet: ~I've never attempted this before, but I believe I might be able to extend my telepathy....perhaps even into subspace itself. Fletcher Jackson: ::smiles:: Any time, ma'am. Cute kids. Jylliene: That they are. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice is... felt again. Lawliet: ::takes a sharp deep breath:: ~ I can hear it. Dacia Sandero: ~ I've heard of that, but likewise never tried it before... ::feels the weird voice again:: So can I. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs as she finishes the assignment, waiting for the bell.:: Kallah Ramson: ::whisper:: There it is again. Alexis McFarland: (By all telepaths, or just those searching for it?) Lawliet: ~ Sandero, let's focus our abilities together. Perhaps we can do better than alone. Chirakis: ::studies her expression:: The voice? KelsaViegnor: ::carefully packs a bottle into a custom wooden box:: Kallah Ramson: (Those searching) Dacia Sandero: ~I agree. That'll increase our chances. mimipavilion: ::while wondering medical, spots Dacia; who is transfixed; approaches cautiously:: Alexis McFarland: ::school bell rings, kids cheer and head for their cubicles:: Lawliet: ::reaches out with and to Sandero:: Dacia Sandero: ::establishes a better mental link to Lawliet :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> A strange series of thoughts and patterns echo from the voice. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Speaking to customers Chirakis: ::Rubs her temples::: Lawliet: ::begins to breath heavy:: ~ Can you see this? Jylliene: ::sips an afternoon cup o' coffee:: Chirakis: Strange. Dacia Sandero: ~Yes, these patterns. I wonder what they mean? KelsaViegnor: ::subtly watches the interaction between Gila and the client:: Lawliet: ~ Sandero, focus on the images. I'll focus on the origin point. Chirakis: ::randomly:: I seldom have headaches. ::continues to rub her temples::: Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her stuff and heads out of the class with her friends:: Chirakis: ::moves to the TAC console to check status::: Fletcher Jackson: ;::smells the coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ~ Right. ::focusing on the images:: Lawliet: ::he reaches out with his hand in the air, as if trying to find something in a dark room:: mimipavilion: ::watches Dacia, not interfering:: Dacia Sandero: ::mentally going over the imagery :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis:: Yay Lawliet: ::begins searching the area inside and around the base:: Fletcher Jackson: ::cranes his neck to see the coffee:: Pardon, ma'am. Gonna grab some coffee. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana and Annisha as they make their way to the lift:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs:: Jylliene: You've been very helpful at Ops. ::to Jackson:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Enjoy. Fletcher Jackson: ::back with his coffee:: Thanks, ma'am. Lawliet: ::grabs his desk and struggles to extend his telepathy:: Fletcher Jackson: It's been... well... interesting. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::searching through the image and patterns, walking around as she tries to find any correlation:: Jylliene: Good choice of words. Fletcher Jackson: ::grins, then sips::: Annisha: :: Wonders if she should find a new friend, but decides it's too much work :: KelsaViegnor: ::has to get more of those boxes. Much nicer presentation with them.:: Alexis McFarland: ::walks out into the food court:: KelsaViegnor: ::quick count of her remaining stock:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Can smell all the yummy food.:: Mmm... Dacia Sandero: ::mentally putting the pieces together:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Wonders when they will get back to her on security, perhaps they are testing her, or perhaps they only have openings on a quarterly basis :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice has an echo. The source can be heard clearly but faint from far away. The echo is amplified....and close. Chirakis: ::turns back to watch Ramson::: Dacia Sandero: ::Perks:: ~You hear that? I think we're getting closer. Lawliet: ::struggles to his feet and quickly collapses to the floor:: Jylliene: You'd think that medical could come up with something that would do the same as the coffee, but perhaps half the effect comes from the aroma and the ritual of the thing. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile, Cayne was looking at a holographic projection of the Aegis perimeter :: Fletcher Jackson: I'd agree with that ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::makes a beeline for the Japanese place and queues up:: Fletcher Jackson: Commander...I'm getting an emergency signal from Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::groans and struggles to keep up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Quickly follows.:: Jylliene: ::blinks:: What kind Kallah Ramson: ::Fletcher:: Send medical there. Fletcher Jackson: Medical assistance needed. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: ::nods:: What the captain said. Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Emergency medical to Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::breaths harder and faster:: ~Almost... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she looks up from her console.:: mimipavilion: +Fletcher+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: ::struggles as well...:: Ugh. Fletcher Jackson: Good thing they put those sensors in. Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Just a little farther... Dacia Sandero: ::luckily she was seated on a bio bed, but reclines further into it:: Chirakis: ::feeling strange, but not unmanageable. mimipavilion: ::to Mallard:: watch her ::as she passes by, rushing off to Lawliet's quarters:: Alexis McFarland: ::orders some takoyaki balls and melon bread:: mimipavilion: ::Mallard:: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: ;;::focusing more on the sensors and reports Tarisa: Miana> Oooo... ::Orders the same.:: Lawliet: ::loses his control and slips into unconsciousness:: Fletcher Jackson: Whoa... it's blinking red. Jylliene: Medical is already en route. Thankfully. mimipavilion: ::after a few minutes arrives near Lawliet's quarters and bolts down to the room and overrides the door:: Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Commander Lawliet's quarters. Loss of consciousness. Dacia Sandero: ::before long, she too loses her connection and slumps onto the bio bed unconscious:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Nods to Kital::: mimipavilion: ::enters the quarters and sees Lawliet on the floor:: +Fletcher+ Already here. Fletcher Jackson: And another one. Lawliet: ::gives off faint breathing:: Annisha: How's the bread? mimipavilion: ::Mallard begins scanning and treating Dacia:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Kelsa? Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table and sits down, takes a bite:: It's yummy! What did you get Annisha? KelsaViegnor: Yes? Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes a big bite.:: Yummy! ::Fluffy tail dances.:: Chirakis: ::steps over to Ramson and speaks quietly:: Captain, this is beyond strange. mimipavilion: ::starts scanning him, and doesn't like his oxygen levels and treats him for it:: Lawliet: ::takes a deeper breath after the hypo:: mimipavilion: Don't you dare do this to all of us. Kallah Ramson: ::lets out a breath:: strange is a quiet day around here. But, yes. mimipavilion: ::watches his vitals:: Jylliene: ::continues monitoring:: mimipavilion: Mallard>::watches Dacia's vitals:: Chirakis: There is either an immense telepathic presence, or their communication system is one we have never encountered. Alexis McFarland: ::eats one of her taiyaki balls:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Do we have something called Love Potion Number Nine? Kallah Ramson: I believe our listeners found what we're looking for, whether they know it or not. KelsaViegnor: No. But I can create one. Chirakis: ::slow nod:: mimipavilion: Lawliet can you hear me? Kallah Ramson: Both I imagine. mimipavilion: Mallard> Dacia are you still with us? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> I am guessing it’s something to attract a love interest. Lawliet: ::slightly opens his eyes...everything is blurred:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoys her taiyaki.:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts to stir, blinking several times trying to her bearings:: I... think so. mimipavilion: Mallard>Good. Gave me a bit of a scare. Lawliet: ::numbly moves his arm:: Alexis McFarland: ::feeds a taiyaki to Annisha:: Fletcher Jackson: Hm... strange. Wonder what's making it happen. Chirakis: ::Ramson:: Suggested countermeasures? mimipavilion: Lawliet, can you tell me how you feel? KelsaViegnor: What species is the client? Alexis McFarland: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. KelsaViegnor: I can mix something that will enhance their natural pheromones, at least. Dacia Sandero: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Andorian. Lawliet: ::reaches to the edge of his desk and struggles to pull himself up:: KelsaViegnor: Male or female? Alexis McFarland: Yummy? Kallah Ramson: None. The last thing you want when you can listen into someone's communications.... is stop it. mimipavilion: No, no don't get up. Lay still Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Male...or one of the two males. Chirakis: ::pensive:: Of course. Lawliet: ::rests on his knees and blinks a few times:: Fletcher Jackson: ::big dose of coffee::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> They have four.. how complicated. :: laughs :: I don't even have one. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: I'll look up my notes and see what I can come up with. mimipavilion: ::holds Lawliet up, while he gets his bearings:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne explores the sector via the hologram in front of him :: Chirakis: Interesting that with all the telepaths on the station, only those who were actively searching were affected. Kallah Ramson: I don't believe we have to worry about it trying to control us or anything. It's so... alien. Completely wrong operating system as it were. Annisha: I'll take what you are having Lexy Jylliene: ::sip of coffee as well:: Lawliet: ::looks around:: Wha... Alexis McFarland: Takoyaki balls and melon bread? Chirakis: ::nods, then her attention is drawn to the hologram at TAC::: mimipavilion: The CnC was alerted to your condition and sent me here. You were unconscious and barely breathing when I arrived. Annisha: Bread balls...sure Chirakis: However, the droids could wreak havoc when instructed. Lawliet: ::looks in the direction of the voice:: Doctor? Doctor Pavilion....where, where are you? Kallah Ramson: Possibly. Alexis McFarland: ::gives a melon bread to Annisha, as she bites into a curry bread:: Chirakis: ::still watching the hologram, wondering what interests him::: Jylliene: ::another sip:: mimipavilion: I'm right in front of you. Can you not see me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Are there many cross-species pairings on the station? Lawliet: ::squints his eyes:: I'm...not sure. Everything is a blur. Kallah Ramson: But so could we if provoked. I think they know that...and we have an idea where to find them so I doubt they want to tempt us to wrath. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders that:: mimipavilion: Mallard>How do you feel Dacia? Chirakis: ::considers that:: Dacia Sandero: Pretty groggy still. Everything's still a blur. KelsaViegnor: I'm not entirely sure. I imagine there are a fair number. mimipavilion: Mallard> Alright. I'm going to check your eyes. ::begins scanning her eyes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::takes his cup to sip and it's empty:: Dacia Sandero: Ok. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Orders a better scan of an area of the sector when someone can :: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks at the time, excuses himself and goes for another::: Tarisa: Miana> I really like the melon, but I think the curry bread is my favorite. Jylliene: ::nods absently:: mimipavilion: Alright, let's get you to sickbay. Lawliet: ::regains his composure and weakly stands up:: Kallah Ramson: ::taps console:: +Medical+ Doctor, I will want to talk with your patients in about an hour. Make sure they are in medical and well rested. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I think so too. Melon bread is a close second though. Tarisa: Miana> But nothing beats taiyaki! Alexis McFarland: Yes! mimipavilion: +CnC+ Of course. In the meantime, can you have someone transport Lawliet and myself to medical. One of my patients is having some vision issues at the moment Tarisa: Miana> It is so yummy, and shaped like a fish! Alexis McFarland: I like starting with the head. Annisha: :: nom nom :: Jylliene: On it, with your okay. Lawliet: ::looks up in confusion:: Is that really what it looks like? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs with excitement.:: Kallah Ramson: ::to Ops:: Please transport them to medical. Jylliene: ::locks for internal transport:: +Mimi+ Standby. Jylliene: ::transports:: mimipavilion: Can't be sure the extent. mimipavilion: ::transports into medical with Lawliet:: Lawliet: ::feels a change in atmosphere:: Medical? KelsaViegnor: ::looks up her biological notes on Andorians:: mimipavilion: Yep. Now let’s get you to a biobed. KelsaViegnor: Hm. Lawliet: Okay... KelsaViegnor: ::glances at her stock of reagents, begins work:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: mimipavilion: ::walks Lawliet over to a biobed:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/21/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 1 hour. Chirakis: ::nod:: Anything for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Nothing at the moment. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.