USS Excalibur Sim Log - 10.08.17

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's engineering crew continues to investigate the failure of the power grid, now with some reluctant assistance from a "local." Security is assisting planet side with distribution of aide supplies, while medical has continued to serve as a triage overflow for the Mary Seacole. Flight and Operations have been busy assisting the Tennessee Valley with logistics.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grumpily shimmers back into existence wherever Will's ground zero coordinates were ::

William Chocox: @ ::Is there::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::finalizing the last shipment from Tennessee Valley and preparing to depart::

Tandaris Admiran: @::materializes near Chocox::

William Chocox: @ Hello sir.

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::It's nasty down here, so he's in a protective flight suit (non HAZMAT) just so he doesn't spoil his nice clean uniform that's not very nice and clean anymore:::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowls with all the might that a short, scrawny, scraggly platinum blonde Caitian can muster :: So where the hell are we then?

Tandaris Admiran: @ Chocox, this is Dazim, the disembodied voice who was abusing us earlier.

Tandaris Admiran: @ I invited him along so he can abuse us more in person.

Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the bridge TL doors as he hears them open. shoots Maryse a smile as he languidly pokes at his console ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Back on the bridge, Miranda was monitoring their various team locations and reviewing the reports from the other starfleet vessels.::

William Chocox: @ You always did know how to have a great time.

William Chocox: @ And to answer your question, you are right here.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> If I wanted a smart-ass remark to my question I would've answered it myself. :: huffs, checks the map on his watch ::

Cptn Swain: ::Still in astrometrics, letting his crew do their thing.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she walks over to Rhan, setting a PADD by him.:: Transfer list for those that can return to the Mary Seacole. I would have simply sent it to you, but I needed to get out of sickbay.

William Chocox: @ You know the area better than I.

Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, letting Swain do his thing while he works on crew evaluations ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::he's not that far from the convo with Daz, and it's hard to ignore, but he forces himself to at least try 'cause he really doesn't want to anything more atm:::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Major node 3, Vrr'reait province, 42 clicks outside the capital. Whoopee.

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: So what makes you think this is ground zero?

William Chocox: @ The wave of power loss starts from here.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, how many are you transferring off the Excalibur?

Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I imagine you did. :: tapps the PADD and uploads the list to his console, makes a few annotations and sends it down to the TR :: There we go, sickbay will get less crowded in a few minutes.

Maryse Dubois: As many as we can. We'll still hold the ones not medically fit to return.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Nothing particularly special about this site. There are 143 more just like it.

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles to Rhan.:: Thanks.

William Chocox: @ Correct, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't the point of failure.

Rhan K'hal: Easy-peasy.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::he enters the shuttle for a visual of the cargo, to make sure it's clear for launch::

Tandaris Admiran: @ OK, let’s take a look. I’ll pull the command-processing unit. You take a look at the hub, see if there was a mechanical failure.

William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::starts poking around::

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to see a message from Rhan about something, marks it as read. He assumed if it were important he would have been interrupted.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And most of the injuries were manageable? Any fatalities?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: glances around, finds a suitable container to sit on and does so smartly :: I'll be right here. :: starts poking at his watch some more ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head. No thankfully.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::signs off, passes the PADD to the engineer in charge, then readies for launch:::

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::enters the bridge from the side lift, still wearing her flight suit.::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: keeps an ear pointed toward both of them - not because he wants to be ready to answer a question however ::

Tandaris Admiran: @::moves to the command processors, removes the access hatch::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::straps in, gets an all clear and tells TV wheels-up, en route, ETA and all that jazz::

Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the doors again, gives Constance a little wave/salute ::

Tandaris Admiran: @::frowns at the smell emanating:: What the? ::pulls out a rack of gel-paks and finds them leaking a sickly goo::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Raises a hand in greeting to the fighter commander.:: d'Aubigne, how goes the effort?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: looks up and over, grunts ::

William Chocox: @::looks over:: That is sub optimal.

Tandaris Admiran: @ It smells worse than that time we couldn’t remember if we were making moonshine or organic solvent for explosives.

Tandaris Admiran: @ That was ... not a good day.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Smiles:: Not bad.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: rolls eyes, reluctantly hauls himself up and clomps over to Tandaris, sniffs ::

Cptn Swain: d'A> My pilots are ready for a rest, though.

Tandaris Admiran: @::scanning the gel-paks now:: Should have brought a medical tricorder.

William Chocox: @ Well, we have what we have.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Slight whiff of heating from the power surge that went through here, but even if you boiled it, electrocuted it, battered it and fried it, shouldn't come out like that.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Hands her a PADD:: We've moved quite abit of cargo the last few hours, as you can see.

Tandaris Admiran: @ This appears to be a byproduct of advanced dendritic decay.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: hauls a Tamarn military issue scanner out of his backpack and scans it himself ::

Tandaris Admiran: @ The question is ... did the power failure cause this, or is this the cause of the failure?

Hunter Matheson: # ::smooth landing on TV, and he's ready for another round:::

William Chocox: @ Could be both.

Hunter Matheson: # ::except that the bay chief nixes the idea and calls over HAZMAT to have a good look::

Tandaris Admiran: @ Gel-pak failure leads to power failure leads to a feedback surge that destroys the neural structure?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> I've worked with the gel for almost a quarter of a century and I've never seen it like that.

Tandaris Admiran: @ If so, we might not be able to find enough evidence for what caused the original failure.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the PADD to have a look, scrolling through the list.:: Yes, quite a few requests. If things have slowed down, feel free to give them a few hours of respite. Send the relief crews in slower rotations. Most of the remaining supplies aren't critical.

William Chocox: @ Which is unfortunate.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::nods:: They'll appreciate the rest, I am sure.

Hunter Matheson: # ::so he, the shuttle, and the crew are given a good look:::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: shrugs :: If my lab was in one piece I could analyze this more closely. However, as Spotty can attest, that is not an option.

Tandaris Admiran: @ What kind of equipment would you need?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'hal, send word to our pilots that those currently on duty are to take a mandatory break for rest, no less than half a shift, as soon as they return to the Excalibur.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> A full medical lab, cross-bred with a biology lab, and then in a fit of kink, also mated with an engineering lab.

Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander.

William Chocox: @ Well, what if they're in separate locations but networked together?

Rhan K'hal: +Pilots+ Excalibur to Excalibur flight crews. Orders from on high, as soon as you return to Excalibur, you are to take at least one-half shift off.

Hunter Matheson: # ::they're all dragged off for class D decon, and the shuttle itself is hosed down:::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Annoying, but probably the best we can expect.

William Chocox: @ We have all of those in orbit don't we Commander?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Unless you'd like to rebuild my lab for me.

Tandaris Admiran: @ We do.

Hunter Matheson: # ::as he's dragged off:: +COM+ Matheson to Excal Medical

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::smiles:: If you'll excuse me then, I am going to head to down and get something to eat.

Tandaris Admiran: @ Maybe after we've completed our present mission. ::stacking the gel-pak racks for transport::

William Chocox: @ Alright.

Rhan K'hal: :: gets a bloop on his console, checks it :: Commander, you had some sort of search query out to 39 Tango? They've flashed you a file.

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Do we need anything else from here?

William Chocox: @ Not that I'm aware of.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Should get a sample of the backup gel as well, see if that was compromised as well. We want to be thorough, don't we?

Hunter Matheson: # +Dubois+ Tenn Valley medical got us in for class D decon (minimal), so you might want to prepare for it. It's nasty down there, ma'am.

William Chocox: @ Of course.

Tandaris Admiran: @ Agreed. ::Chocox:: And once we're back on board, contact each of the engineering teams from the Tennessee Valley. Request that they deliver a representative sampling of gel-paks from each of the control nodes. I want to know how extensive this problem is.

Hunter Matheson: # ::pulled in, stripped, clipped, hosed, and not feeling too great about it::

Tandaris Admiran: @::pulls several of the backups::

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: makes an unpleasant face :: This is just not my week. Lab blows up, get harassed by a Trill, and now I have to go on a Starfleet ship.

Tandaris Admiran: @::stops::

Tandaris Admiran: @::turns:: Seriously?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Did you forget your trespassing already?

Tandaris Admiran: @::waves arm:: Have you looked around lately? Not *your* week? Try not this *planet's* week. Do you know how many people were injured or died when the grid failed? Do you know how many people right now are just struggling to get by? And you're worried about your *lab equipment*?

William Chocox: @ He's like, the most important guy Commander.

Cptn Swain: (( oooooo ))

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> You've just noticing now that I'm a self-obsessed ****? Usually people pick up on that sooner when I have the misfortune of having to deal with them.

Tandaris Admiran: @ So excuse me if I'm cramping your "irate recluse" style, but I'm not here to be nice to you. You're going to help us, or you can go back to your burnt out little hovel and sulk all on your lonesome while we do our job.

Tandaris Admiran: @::turns back around:: +Excalibur+ Admiran to Excalibur.

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grunts :: I owe the government here enough to put up with you for a while longer I suppose.

William Chocox: @ Mind your step if you go into engineering.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Overhearing the comm from Hunter, she shot one back.:: +Hunter+ Matheson, what is your current position?

Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: curls lip at Will ::

Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ Go ahead, Commander.

Tandaris Admiran: @+K'hal+ Three people and some equipment to beam directly to engineering lab alpha, please.

William Chocox: @ There's some things in there that you should be careful about touching. Some of us have reputations.

Hunter Matheson: # ::the sound echoes:: +Hawthorne+ Decon chamber, Tennessee Valley, ma'am.

Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ :: gets a lock, tweaks an ear seeing one of them is a Caitian :: Locked on, Commander. Energizing. :: presses the big sorta pink button ::

Hunter Matheson: # ::he shivers as he exits the chamber and they hand them fresh suits, this time for level D HAZMAT::

William Chocox: ::shimmers::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: beams into the engineering lab, looks around with a critical eye ::

Tandaris Admiran: ::a bit more curt than before:: OK, let's get to work.

William Chocox: ::goes to a console::

Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING ))

Hunter Matheson: (Level A is not cool. Level D is "um... you might get sick, but not likely")

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I'd do better with the medical lab equipment. Not to mention we'd see less of each other for a while.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hunter+ Did they clock a specific pathogen or substance, or just taking precautionary measures?

William Chocox: ::shrugs::

Hunter Matheson: # +Hawthorne+ No idea, ma'am. They just hosed us off, treated for level D, then gave us new suits. With level D, I'm going to guess it's not really bad, but it might be. You'd have to ask medical over here about that one.

Rhan K'hal: :: notes everything and everyone is up properly, turns his attention back to babysitting a mostly automated process at this point ::

Cptn Swain: ...and...

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM