USS Excalibur Sim Log - 06.11.17

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEFING: Our medical team is in peril. While exploring the Irassa IV's flora and fauna, they were attacked by a hunting group of scaled cat-like predators and lost one of their security crewmen. A sudden storm appeared, bringing perilous acid rain. Can they reach the safety of the ruins before the acid eats through their vehicle? Below the planet's surface, the crew has discovered a large storage area. Most of what it contains seems to be survival gear, but there are also several dozen crates of data tapes (presumably on the strange weather system). On the surface, the Science team has discovered a strange obelisk in the center of the ruined city that appears to newer in construction -- though the purpose of the structure currently remains a mystery.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson: @ ::still working on deciphering the writing on the boxes, having figured out two: HAZMAT and medical:::

Cptn Swain: % ::Having been called to the bridge as the weather systems began developing::

Maryse Dubois: # ::In the vehicle, hoping it can hold out.::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: trying to avoid alien cows while driving through a tornado as very corrosive acid rain falls is NOT part of his general job description, but so far is doing his best to avoid the ATV becoming Dorothy's house and/or a butcher shop ::

William Chocox: @::looks over the boxes::

Hunter Matheson: @ Okay.. this one translates as food supplies, probably freeze dried?

Hunter Matheson: @ Um... "promitheies trofimon" - looks like Greek, not Latin.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: With Dr Dubois ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Yeah.. this one... this... and this...

Tandaris Admiran: @::working with Will to get the tape player they think they've found hooked up to the equipment::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: yells :: I don't care for the weather...

Hunter Matheson: @ UT is finally getting a grip on the symbols. Weird that it's Greek, though. ::Muttering to himself, aka thinking out loud:::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowning over the alien weather map :: +Excal+ K'hal to Excalibur. Are you reading the storm cell at -110.235° by 38.581°?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Hakaran gets a message from the science team he dispatched to meet up with NDak and Harper. Neither Harper or N'Dak appear to be at the obelisk site.

William Chocox: @ I think this cord goes in that port.

Maryse Dubois: # I think we can all agree on that. ::Leaning close to Rhan, so she isn't yelling. She hopes some of his hearing is returning.:: Any luck on finding some shelter?

Hakran K'hal: @ :: gets the message, mumblegrumblemutter ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::turns the corner to the next row:::

Cptn Swain: %Ops> +Khal+ Affirmative, but its moving fast.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning the area ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Stampeding mammals jostle the ATV as they rush past, tossing the vehicle about even more, but then they were gone and the ATV was out in the open. Though running at top speed, they were driving into the wind.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::marked the others so they can be read::: So... this is ...

Tandaris Admiran: @ I think you're right. Plug it in. ::grabs one of the tapes and shoves it into the tape reader::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks up, then at the translator, then up again:::

Hakran K'hal: @ +Excal+ Are you getting any other readings to explain how the hell that popped up out of nowhere? And do you perchance have a reading on the location of Mr. N'Dak and Ms. Harper?

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gripping the back of Rhan's seat for stability.::

William Chocox: @::plugs the cable in::

Indaura Ryssan: # I'm gonna fall of this damned thing... :: shakes ::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: after the jostling ::If we live through this I'm having a steak just for that!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Moving to one of the other crates that Hunter identified, she cracked it open to have a look at the food supplies. She began to unpack them so they could get scans.::

Hunter Matheson: @ Salt water?

Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... Commander. What would they do with salt water?

William Chocox: @ Working?

Cptn Swain: %::Leans over the ops panel and hits the comm button:: +Khal+ No. We're running scans now, but we don't have any theories up here yet.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: driving his tail off, practically chants the refrain: :: Almost there, almost there, almost there.

Cptn Swain: % +Khal+ The weather is also causing a lot of interference.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Pops around the corner at Hunter's query.:: Salt water? I don't know. It's not needed for survival. Perhaps a filtration system?

Indaura Ryssan: # Wish this was a hovering thing...

Hunter Matheson: @ And ammonia?

Tandaris Admiran: @ ::Chocox:: It looks like it has power. Now we have to find the play button.

Hakran K'hal: @+Swain+ :: sigh :: We're recording the output on the system down here, hopefully comparing notes may tell us something. K'hal out.

Hunter Matheson: @ And.. soda, as in baking soda.

Maryse Dubois: # In these winds, that might not be a good idea.

Hakran K'hal: @+N'Dak+ K'hal to N'Dak. Do you read?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Static

William Chocox: @ It'd be great if there was a button with a play arrow on it.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::walks around the corner to Hawthorne:: They're next to the medical supplies, but on the other side.

Hakran K'hal: @ [redacted]

Indaura Ryssan: # I suppose... where are we heading and how far?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Ammonia? Hmmm... NH3 has several uses.

Tandaris Admiran: @::just begins pressing buttons randomly::

Hakran K'hal: @ +Augustin+ K'hal to Commander Augustin.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> +Khal+ Go ahead.

William Chocox: @ ::looks at the buttons to see if there's something obvious::

Hunter Matheson: @ Whatever it's used for comes in a spray, powder, and a bottle. ::Hawthorne::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The team in the ATV sees the ruins up ahead. The windscreen begins to warp in one area, melting where the rain was hitting hardest.

Hakran K'hal: @ +Aug+ I've just received word from the team that I sent to assist Arrain N'Dak and (rank) Harper that the two are nowhere to be found. They're not responding to comms, nor is the Excalibur able to find their comm bad signal.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Watching the warping.:: Not good...

Tandaris Admiran: @::keeps pressing buttons until the machine makes a "ffffzkgrt" noise and one of the monitors on the wall changes to display something that looks like a test signal::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Khal+ I see. Send me the coordinates. We'll get S&R up there ASAP.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Oh hell. You two use the blanket back there to cover up. I'll do what I can, the destination is in sight.

Hakran K'hal: @ +Augustin+ Acknowledged, transmitting coordinates now. :: sends ::

Indaura Ryssan: # That's strong acid... :: Gets under the blanket ::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: drives like a cat outta hell ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Could be cleaning agents. Could be for preservation purposes?

Tandaris Admiran: @::watches as whatever is on the data tape spools into the active memory::

Hunter Matheson: @ Could be, ma'am. It's beyond my tech.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets under the blanket, shielding her face.::

Hunter Matheson: @ In the teams we use 'em for acid burns.

Hunter Matheson: @ But you'd have to get a hell of an acid burn to use this much.

Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Salt will preserve. Not sure about ammonia.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Perhaps because of the planet's atmosphere. We don't know for sure unless we find something in those data tapes.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: swerving and drifting around bubbling boulders and small ditches, hating to think what's left of the wheels by this point - sees an overhang in the ruins and adjusts his heading for it ::

Indaura Ryssan: # Is this a girl's night out? :: Hears the rumble of the vehicle ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::Nod:: Aye, Commander. In the meantime, I'll keep checking, translating, and recording.

Tandaris Admiran: @ ah, here we go

Hunter Matheson: @ ::sticks his head back around for a final thought:: Or I could be misreading all this, Commander.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: with his attention returned to the matter in front of him, making some little sense of the symbology used on the alien weather display screens after running some of them through a molecular configuration comparison ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves on down the line:::

William Chocox: @ Got it working?

Indaura Ryssan: # We have to get out of this rain.

Tandaris Admiran: @ Yes, it just took some time for the system to load the tape data into memory. Looks like this tape contains results of biosurveys.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: hastily shoves on some goggles as he notes the distortion in the windshield growing more pronounced :: Working on it, but this isn't exactly a six lane highway.

William Chocox: @ Could be useful. We really need data on the weather though.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Acid rain begins to come through the ATV's viewscreen in small droplets. Maryse's blanket starts to smoke. Rhan is hit on the arm and it eats through his uniform and into his fur. Indaura gets a drop on the shoulder.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::ignores the action:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> And then they're suddenly they're in the ruins, under cover, and safe.

Indaura Ryssan: # Oh... that's not good

Indaura Ryssan: # We've stopped,,,

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: hisses but keeps driving until he screeches to a halt underneath cover in the ruins ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::stops as his eyes catch something tucked between two boxes:::

Tandaris Admiran: @::looks at the various tapes::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Quickly tosses her smoking blanket to the side.:: Anyone hurt?

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: scrambles out of the driver's seat before any more of the leftover drops seep through the swiss-cheese windshield ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Just start making a list of everything you find. We can sort it out later.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::takes a knee, checks it out, and wiggles it free:::

William Chocox: @ We're going to have to load all of them aren't we?

Tandaris Admiran: @::Hakran:: Come take a look at this. They surveyed the changes to the wildlife and plants as the weather destabilized.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: holds out his arm ::

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: I'm afraid so.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::pages through:: Huh...

William Chocox: @ Alright, I hand, you load?

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets out of the vehicle, she checks Rhan's arm.:: Ouch...

Hakran K'hal: @ :: pads over, skims :: Interesting.

Hunter Matheson: @ :::rounds the boxes to the other side and Hawthorne again:: Commander?

Indaura Ryssan: @ The blanket has a hole in it

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Sure, let's just look over this biosurvey data first.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Trying to translate the various items of food.:: Yes?

Maryse Dubois: # ::Checks the vehicle, making sure the medkit is still intact. She pulls it out, using a couple of tools on his arm.::

William Chocox: @ Alright.

Hunter Matheson: @ :::notes its fragility and closes it carefully, then looks around for Hawthorne:::

Tandaris Admiran: @::Hakran:: If I'm reading these tables right, it looks like the animals' aggression correlates with EM activity driven by the sun's flare patterns.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: suffers in silence ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Yes? ::Repeats herself to get Matheson's attention.::

Hakran K'hal: @ They certainly adapted, didn't they? The question is why. Bioscience isn't my forte. Copy that if you would, Commander, and I'll forward it along to the ones that giggle about DNA sequencing.

Maryse Dubois: # So, what's the plan? Hold out here till the storm goes away, then see if we can meet up with the ruins teams?

Hunter Matheson: @ Oh... yes, ma'am. Found this tucked between two boxes on the other side. Looks like some kind of log.

Tandaris Admiran: @ Copy it, of course.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ A written log book of what? Inventory?

Tandaris Admiran: @ ::Chocox:: I am an idiot.

Hunter Matheson: @ It's pretty fragile, though. No idea, ma'am.

Indaura Ryssan: # Rhan, are you alright?

Hunter Matheson: @ Could be inventory, but it looks like there are some characters strung together, like in a sentence.

William Chocox: @ How so sir?

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> Sounds like a plan, Maryse. We sure as hell aren't going anything in that. :: points the the ATV - the wheels of which are half melted away and the remains are soggily slumping into the dirt ::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: nods to Indaura :: Just a flesh wound.

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: These data tapes use a very primitive storage format. Next tape we load in, set the tricorder to scan as the player reads and decodes the data.

Hunter Matheson: @ Anyway, I logged it. Not sure what to do with it

Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Once the tricorder understands the protocol, we can scan and decipher all of the data tapes without using the player.

William Chocox: @ Aye sir.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: by the flattened state of his ears, is in a bit more pain than he's showing otherwise ::

Tandaris Admiran: @::uses the tricorder to get a copy of the biosurvey data, then ejects this tape and replaces it with another at random::

William Chocox: @::scans as that one loads::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ K'hal to Commander Hawthorne.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Hawthorne here. Go ahead.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Finishes cleaning his arm, and gently applying an ointment.:: Good thing there are some rations in the kit. I really don't want to try and dig through anything left in the buggy.

Indaura Ryssan: # How does the plantlife survive? Could that be used?

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ Medical Team Alpha has barely managed to reach a place of relative safety. We're going to buckle down here until the storm fully subsides, then we'll try picking our way to your location on foot. Our ATV is goo.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @+Rhan+ Thank goodness. There are several ways down here through the tunnels. They should be clearly marked on your maps.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> +Hawthorne+ Acknowledged, Commander.

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: smiles at Maryse :: Next time I take you for a road trip, I get to pick the planet first.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Smiles.:: Deal.

Tandaris Admiran: @::watches as the new data spools up:: Ah-hah, this one appears weather related.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::returned to the other side and continues cataloging:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Back to Hunter.:: Scan it and see if it can be translated.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::shouts back:: Yes, ma'am.

William Chocox: @ That's good.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Arrives at the Obelisk, where the science team is looking perplexed::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Finds a decent spot and sits down.::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: returns to the screens while the engineers do their best librarian impersonations ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::sits, removes his gloves, and carefully opens the book, hoping it doesn't fall apart:::

Cptn Swain: 2 MINUTE WARNING

Tandaris Admiran: @ No, it's bad.

William Chocox: @ I thought we wanted weather data.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::cross-legged on the floor, scans page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page after page....:::

Tandaris Admiran: @ Yes, but look at the data. ::points at the tables and survey results::

Hakran K'hal: @Archeologist> :: notes Augustin's arrival while looking perplexed :: There's no sign of them. Like they were never even here.

William Chocox: @ Ah, yes, that is suboptimal.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Pops open the survival kit to see what kind of rations are inside.::

Hakran K'hal: #Rhan> :: also settles down, looks over to Indaura :: Your first Excalibur mission going all right for you, Doctor?

Tandaris Admiran: @ If I'm reading this right, there's a cyclical storm pattern, and we're in for a massive new storm very soon.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: heard that, pads back over :: What?

Hakran K'hal: @ :: resists the urge to yank it out of Tandy's hand ::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Gets a ration bar out of her kit, undoes the wrapper and offers half to Dubois ::

William Chocox: @ Ah [expletive redacted]

Tandaris Admiran: @ The weather is loosely cyclical. And we're at the part of a cycle just before the strongest, most destructive storm.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Takes the half.:: Thanks.

Hakran K'hal: @ How destructive are we talking?

Tandaris Admiran: @ According to this data, the animals will get more aggressive, the winds more frequent and faster, and then the rain starts.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ ::Doing the same as Hunter, only with the food storage crates.::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM