=/\= 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.