USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.04.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in the year ~2282~ 2338, finds itself once again looking for solutions. Their luck seems to have changed, a bit, as the USS Enterprise C has arrived in Sarras, apparently having detected the unusual chroniton signature of the Excalibur falling out of the slipstream. Commander Hawthorne has been a tyrannical martinet about protocol, while Captain Swain has concluded a meeting with the Enterprise command staff. Supplies from the E-C are starting to arrive, as are repair and relief crews. Science has yet to be allowed to talk to their counter parts, but a meeting has been arranged in the mess hall of relevant science staff from both ships.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, making no noise and pretending he's not there ::

Hakran K'hal: :: in the mess hall, emphasis still on mess sadly, waiting for this meeting and trying to remember if any of /his/ relatives served on the Enterprise C (and left before time travel shenanigans on their end). Definitely doesn't want to run into his great uncle ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::for purposes of not confusing anyone aboard the Enterprise-C, he had stayed in the lab running the m'Acgyver'ed transphasic scan of the planet::

Cptn Swain: ::Asher joined the science confab in the mess hall, not only because he was one of the more qualified people on the ship to weigh in, but because Miranda had all but ordered him to make sure none of the science geeks let anything slip that didn't need to. Not that, he considered, she trusted him much more.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records ::

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is sitting up in her isolation room in sick bay. :: "I'm feeling a lot better now. Can't I go to the science meeting?"

Maryse Dubois: ::In Sickbay, checking on Blue Irene, bringing her a change of clothes.:: I come bearing gifts. And no. For more than one reason.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Medical relief teams from the Enterprise have arrived and are waiting for assignments from the Excalibur staff.

Maryse Dubois: For the same reason that they would be confused by seeing a Romulan on board.

Cptn Swain: ACTION2> Several damage control and repair teams from Enterprise have also arrived in Engineering and await orders as well.

Irene Mincine: :: Red is hanging out drinking replicated synthoswill in her guest quarters, and Carillon is at the helm rubbing her yellow eye. ::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: wearing a band-aid over her crinkled Bajoran nose and not wearing her earring, since they're about 30 years from Bajorans bopping about on Starfleet ships because of the occupation, is sitting next to her contemplative boss ::

Indaura Ryssan: I'd like to see the reaction, but alas that's not to be.

Maryse Dubois: Actually you need to stay in this room, at least till guests leave. Speaking of. ::Hands Indaura a PADD.:: Can you coordinate with the Enterprise med team? And make sure they don't come in this room. Actually...make sure they don't touch much of anything.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had abandoned the bridge to their resident K'hal on duty so that she could oversee the transfer of supplies to engineering and oversee the repair teams. She'd already briefed her own team to ensure that none of the Enterprise crew were left without an escort. She frowned slightly as they began filing into her domain, but tried her best to revert to something of a neutral expression. It wasn't their fault, after all, and they were engineers, so somewhat better than most people.::

Cptn Swain: Tholav> ::The Andorian chief science officer of the Enterprise was standing quietly near the front of the room, observing their future counter-parts. Assuming their tale was to be believed.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Yes Doctor. I'll lock things down just in case of sticky fingers.... shall I 'downgrade' any displays to not tip our advanced hand?

Hakran K'hal: Captain, shall we get started?

Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. :: "It's 23... um... well, okay... fine... incongruities definitely need to be kept to a minimum..."

Cptn Swain: ::Nods, and clears his throat::

Maryse Dubois: Yes please

Cptn Swain: Welcome aboard the Excalibur. This is my chief science officer, Lt. K'Hal.

Cptn Swain: ::He motioned to the Caitian::

Hakran K'hal: :: nods, his fatigue still pretty evident ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to lock up the valuables and downgrade the displays ::

Hakran K'hal: This, :: indicated Kenet :: is lieutenant Kenet, head of the space sciences section in the department.

Cptn Swain: And this is Lt. Commander Thalov of the Enterprise.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::tips his head:: Greetings.

Irene Mincine: :: Blue hmmed. :: "So do we just lock up half the crew until the Enterprise guys leave?" ::

Cptn Swain: I believe you've been briefed on the situation Excalibur finds herself in, yes?

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods:: A most, intriguing situation. Time travel is such a... complex matter.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::His antennae wiggled slightly::

Maryse Dubois: ::Closes the door a moment, to keep things from being overheard.:: You do know the importance of the Enterprise C right? Their intervention, and subsequent destruction was very important in relations between the Klingons and Federation. So yes, we probably should keep you and others at least out of sight.

Hakran K'hal: That's an understatement, Commander.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves the Enterprise medical staff in :: Come in please..

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After briefing the Enterprise crew and passing out assignments, sending the various teams off to do their repairs, she took a seat at one of the main consoles to review their newly gained supplies and determine what they still needed.::

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae again, but slightly faster:: Mmm

Irene Mincine: :: Blue sighed. How could she forget that? :: "Of course, of course I know. I'm the result of relations between the Klingons and the Federation! Maybe my brain's still a little scrambled from all that radiation."

Cptn Swain: So, our objective is fairly straightforward. Find a way to send Excalibur back to our correct time period without further damaging the timeline.

Rhan K'hal: :: one of the rare times he bothers to sit in the center seat when the derelict/useless ship is left in his paws, stares between the main display of the Enterprise and the displays on the aux tactical station below and to his left ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Arrives on the bridge, looking rather tired::

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Phillipe :: Managed to get the buddy system all set up, Commander?

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Well at least we are at an understanding. But I do have some good news. I can actually get you some real food to eat. So what are you hungry for?

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks exhausted at the helm. :: "Stationkeeping a ship this big with with a damaged computer..."

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::frowns:: Yes.

Hakran K'hal: The problem is, even with some degree of repair we will still be closer to a piece of space junk than a space ship.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Guides the Ent Medical staff around ::

Cptn Swain: Thalov> Perhaps you should scuttle the Excalibur and we focus on sending your crew back without a ship.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks at Swain :: That's an option we obviously would like to keep as last resort, but yes, that has been considered.

Irene Mincine: Blue> "Now we're talking!" :: She perked up at the mention of food. :: "What am I hungry for? Heart of targ. What do I trust from our replicators is the real question. Not very much as far as Klingon cuisine."

Cptn Swain: Yes. Only if we had no other options.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Sighs:: Very well/

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yeah Klingon cuisine may be off the table for a while.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> I would suggest we break into teams.

Cptn Swain: I was going to sugges...

Hakran K'hal: :: ears swivel back and forth ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I don't know, whatever it can make with our limited power. Chicken salad?"

Cptn Swain: Thalov> Based on the information you've given Captain Garrett on your science teams and their specialties, I took the liberty dividing up the labor already. ::Hands a somewhat older PADD to both K'hal and Swain::

Rhan K'hal: You look like you could use a break, Commander. If you want to stretch out in the break room for a bit, I've got the bridge covered.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> As much as I would like to, I'm needed down in the shuttle bay. The antigrav lifters are out so we're having to manhaul supplies for engineering once they come off the Enterprise's shuttles.

Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip as he looked over the assignments::

Rhan K'hal: Ah, yes. Well at least grab a protein bar and an energy drink.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the list, but waits for Swain to be all Captainy and make decisions ::

Maryse Dubois: Chicken Salad huh? I think we can manage that. Sit tight. ::Leaves the iso room, closing it behind her. She then goes to get food.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A few of the Enterprise medical staff are grousing that they're being herded around like cattle. Something along the lines of "you try and help..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With everything as settled in engineering as it could be, she rose and strode out of the department, taking the lift down to the shuttle bay to supervise offloading.::

Cptn Swain: Well ::he cleared his throat:: Thank you for taking the initiative. K'hal do you have any suggestions?

Cptn Swain: Augustin> I will be so happy to never eat another one of those protein bars again.

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I got a tube of caffeine pills if you want 'em, sirs." :: She holds up a small metal tube she'd been keeping at the helm. :: "We swear by 'em on the flight line."

Rhan K'hal: :: holds up a finger, hops up and goes to his usual spot at mission ops, digs around in the console a bit, then springs back up :: Catch! :: tosses a precious chocolate-chip granola bar to Augustin ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Perks up:: I owe you one.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles, watching Maryse leave. She lies back down on her isolation bed, made more comfortable by a few extra blankets stuffed under her. :: "She's too good for us."

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::glances to the Caitian expectantly::

Hakran K'hal: While I would normally mirror the Commander's approach, under the circumstances I'm afraid our staff is about half-dead with fatigue. I'd rather do a wholesale push together for a while and then call a break. Perhaps after that, if we've discovered avenues to walk down, we can pair off.

Rhan K'hal: Consider it a gift, since I get to lounge up here while you're hauling crates.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Frowns::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in the shuttle bay, the supplies from the Enterprise were arriving and Miranda was handed a data padd as they were offloaded so she could check the manifest.:: Who organized these? ::She swore under her breath.::

Cptn Swain: That is a good point.  Most of the crew hasn't had more than a few hours of actual sleep since this all began. So, why don't we do that. ::Looks at his watch:: I am actually needed elsewhere, so why don't you all get started.

Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I'll keep you apprised, sir.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff :: ... oh I can't answer that question

Rhan K'hal: :: settles back in the big chair ::

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Wiggles antennae hiding his annoyance.::

Hakran K'hal: :: taps the lonely comm badge on the table beside him, opening up a one-way audio link to the lab so Issaha can listen in.

Hakran K'hal: I'm sorry Commander, I know you went to some effort, and as I said, I would normally copy your approach. But we're running on a sliver of dilithium here, so we'll waste less time this way.

Cptn Swain: Thalov>::Shrugs:: Very well.

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene tries to open the door to her guest quarters. The computer beeps and complains about a security lockdown. :: "What?"

Hakran K'hal: So, whatever ideas or insights your people have would be great to get on the table first. We've been thinking this through inside and out. Twice. Perhaps a fresh set of eyes, and antennae, would jump-start us a bit.

Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back to Irene's room with a tray of food.:: You didn't specify what drink, so I got you water. :;Sets the tray by her bed, making sure the door closes again. Then she sits in a chair nearby.::

Irene Mincine: Blue> "Thanks. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week." :: She ravenously chows down on the tray of food. Between bites, she tries to keep up the conversation. :: "Keeping an eye on me or keeping me company?"

Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning one of the other staff ::

Maryse Dubois: Yes. ::Nibbling on a tuna sandwich.::

Rhan K'hal: :: notes Carillon doing her job with quiet efficiency, and ensign Obee taking his usual spot with youthful enthusiasm and partially torn uniform, and the puniest tactically trained officer on the ship that wouldn't be much use in the shuttlebay looking like it needs a stack of padds to sit on ::

Rhan K'hal: :: sighs ::

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Sir?" :: She turns around in her seat. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: his eyes dart back over to Valerie :: Yes, Lieutenant?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her own scan :: Seems I'm dehydrated.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::begins rattling off several ideas::

Irene Mincine: Blue> "Uh-huh." :: She's making great progress on her salad. :: "You sure do like being alone with me." :: She laughs and sips her water. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: makes notes as Thalov goes through them ::

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I heard you, didn't know if there was something wrong...er than usual."

Rhan K'hal: Ah, sorry. :: lopsided fangy grin :: I forget your hearing is almost as good as mine. No, I was just reflecting on the history of this ship... and the future of this ship, and then the future history of this ship... :: shakes head :: Damned time travel.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Walking among the stacks of crates, she scanned each in turn and sent them whizzing off to their destinations. Most went to engineering, but there were several for science and a few for medical.::

Hakran K'hal: :: as Thalov trails off :: Hmm... a slingshotted slingshot. I bet Commander Hawthorne would just love that idea.

Maryse Dubois: ::Laughs:: Just a part of the job, I guess.

 

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