Sky Harbor Aegis | 10 April 2015

[Chirakis 1]

Chirakis -> =-/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/10/15=/\=

Chirakis -> 17 January 2388

Chirakis -> TBS was 1 minute.

Chirakis -> The time is 1656 hours, 4:56 PM, Aegis local.

Chirakis -> Aegean's away team is in an underground city, looking for material to repair the transporter beacon and sensor module.

Chirakis -> There is evidence of Horta, but none sighted.

Chirakis -> The crew aboard the Aegean is still trying to establish communications.

Chirakis -> The ship in orbit has not detected Aegean.

Chirakis -> @ for Aegis.

Chirakis -> % for Aegean.

Chirakis -> # for October

Chirakis -> Nothing for the away team.

Chirakis -> ::hands the mic to Ramson::

Kallah Ramson -> Any major sim related questions?

Kallah Ramson -> Then we are ready.

Chirakis -> =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=

Chirakis -> =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=

Chirakis -> # ::Rendezvous October, ready to depart::

Jylliene -> % ::Aegean bridge::

Lawliet -> % ::Aegean bridge::

Revon -> % ::Aegean, Tactical.::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::Aegis, waiting for his relief who is really slow in coming::

Kallah Ramson -> ::in the city, side cafe::

Dacia Sandero -> ::at the cafe as well::

mimipavilion -> @::on Aegis and in command, waiting out results the mystery ship and goes to read the encrypted message from the Missouri::

Kallah Ramson -> Power up the transporter beacon. Let's see if we can confirm contact with Aegean.

Kallah Ramson -> Just... be ready to move if we're noticed.

Dacia Sandero -> ::nods::

Chirakis -> # ::checking systems::

Lawliet -> % ::working on the communication system::

Scott Coleridge -> Acknowledged.

Chirakis -> # ::waiting for Cayne:::

Scott Coleridge -> ::twists the base of head of the beacon to activate::

Revon -> % ::Keeping a close eye on the sensors.::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::rocks forward at the sound of the console ping::

Jylliene -> % ::watching as pieces of the potential "dive in there and grab 'em all" plan come together - hoping it's not needed::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Commander, incoming information regarding the ship image we received, ma'm.

mimipavilion -> @ Go ahead

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::turns:: The one splashed over social...

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Yes ma'am. Sending it to your console.

Scott Coleridge -> Well, it's lighting up.

Kallah Ramson -> ::leans forward:: That's a start.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # :: Entering the Drakkor :: Sorry I'm late.. double checking everything. :: sits :: She ready to go?

Scott Coleridge -> Here's hoping the signal can penetrate the rock, and the atmosphere, and that they can send a comm signal in return that can do both things as well.

mimipavilion -> @::puts the message aside out of view of non-cleared personal and looks at the data given to her about the mystery ship::

Dacia Sandero -> That's good.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % :: Watching near everything on the Aegean bridge ::

Chirakis -> # ::slow turn:: Yes, Commander. We have clearance. I suggest you engage your helmet before departure.

Dacia Sandero -> ::watches, looks around::

Kallah Ramson -> We had planned on punching through the atmosphere. Hadn't quite calculated a kilometer or so of rock.

Lawliet -> % ::to Jylliene:: Even though there's a great deal of interference, we could send out a repeated hail on a encrypted channel.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # :: Places his helmet on :: Roger.

Scott Coleridge -> Hmm

Chirakis -> # ::secures it in place, giving it a quarter turn to seat it::

Scott Coleridge -> Might be able to …

Chirakis -> # Did you have a problem with the flight suit? It seems to fit well.

Scott Coleridge -> ::flips open a panel on the sensor module, throwing the A/B switch to B mode::

Jylliene -> ((To whom? the Byron and Imahara, or the ship in orbit?))

Kallah Ramson -> ACTION: Aegean probes begin picking up Away team transporter beacon.

Lawliet -> ((the away team))

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # They are never quite the right size, but this will do. Checking sensor systems.

Lawliet -> % ::checks sensors:: I have a lock on the away teams transporter beacon.

Scott Coleridge -> ::having switched the module to receive, he attenuates the scanner to radio-frequency bands only::

Annisha -> @ :: Hanging around with her peep ::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Huh. That thing sure looks weird when they clean it up.

mimipavilion -> @::carefully going over the information on our mystery ship::

Scott Coleridge -> ::pulls out his combadge, removes the backing, and toggles a few circuits::

Jylliene -> % ::exhales:: Good. Can we get a signal back to them?

mimipavilion -> @It does indeed::

Chirakis -> # ::watching him carefully::

Alexis McFarland -> @::with Annisha, wherever she is::

Scott Coleridge -> ::taps the badge:: Test test … ::looks at a readout on the module:: Hah.

Lawliet -> % Transmitting encrypted signal. ::sends signal::

Dacia Sandero -> Oh?

Scott Coleridge -> And you thought you would get the better of me. ::shakes finger at the module:: Who has the last laugh now, HUH?

mimipavilion -> @Did you ever pinpoint the location of this ship?

Jylliene -> % ::nods to Lawliet::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % Signal strength is somewhat weak, but steady.

Scott Coleridge -> I've configured the module to act as a booster for our combadges, and vice versa for Starfleet signals it detects.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Not the location of the ship, Commander, but the source was close to nebula... 539.

Kallah Ramson -> ::mental note, councilor now required for all away team missions::

Dacia Sandero -> Very nice.

Jylliene -> ((Heh, Ramson))

Scott Coleridge -> ::shrugs, winces:: Comm signals are just waves. This was made to scan for waves.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Defense systems are fine, offense are fine, environmentals...fine.

Chirakis -> (Given the overwhelming psychoses displayed, she may not survive.)

Chirakis -> # And your flight suit?

Scott Coleridge -> I'm picking up an encrypted Starfleet signal, but it is very generalized. I'm not sure if they see us or are just broadcasting in hope.

mimipavilion -> @Nebula 539. Bring it up. ::looks back at the encrypted message checking where she saw that location::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Coming up now.... :::it appears on the main screen:::

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # :: Looks down at the indicators :: All green Captain.

Chirakis -> # ::nod:: Prepare for departure. ::secures the hatch::

Scott Coleridge -> ::tries sending a standard response signal with authentication code::

mimipavilion -> @::looks at the main screen::

Chirakis -> # +Flight Ops+ Flight OPS, Drakkor. Ready for departure.

Chirakis -> # Flight OPS> Drakkor, Flight OPS. Clear on standard departure. Good hunting.

Lawliet -> % ::checks the sensors:: It's them. They sent an authentication code. We can open a channel, but it might be garbled.

mimipavilion -> @::looks back at the message for a bit, then back at the screen::

Chirakis -> # +10-4+ ::Drakkor lifts easily from the deck, moving slowly toward their exit point, then noses up into a tunnel, then out to space::

Jylliene -> % If we can, it'd be good to at least get an update from them.

Annisha -> @ Wish I was a better writer Lexy. My dad's dreams are strange.

Jylliene -> % Very good news, though.

Jylliene -> % ::exhales::

Chirakis -> # +Flight OPS+ Flight OPS, Drakkor. Clear of the bay.

Alexis McFarland -> @ ::leans against Annisha:: Strange, like how?

Jylliene -> % All the same, let's not discard our round-up plans quite yet. Just in case.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Space is big...

Chirakis -> # ::receives ack:: We'll move out of the system before setting course, Commander.

Lawliet -> % Shall I open a channel?

Revon -> % ::Taps his fingers against his console. Silently observing as the relevant personnel go about their work.::

Chirakis -> # Yes... very big. Easy to get lost.

Kallah Ramson -> ACTION: Scott's modification is boosting the Starfleet Comm signals, from 3 sources. Aegean, the away team, and an unspecified third source.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-boggingly big it is...

Chirakis -> # I believe I might have a little experience ::chuckles::

Jylliene -> % Yes, let's.

mimipavilion -> @::while trying to figure out the whole mess, has a bad feeling that this isn't going to be good either::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Can't say that I've ever seen that nebula, Commander.

Scott Coleridge -> Hmm, I'm picking up a secondary signal that doesn't seem to be from Aegean.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % The signals are stronger, all three of them?

Lawliet -> % ::nods and taps on the comm panel:: Channel Open.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ It's pretty far out, on the edge I guess you'd say.

Kallah Ramson -> That's.... interesting.

mimipavilion -> @ Neither have I.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Bah, they aren't my words Captain... plotting our course. :: taps ::

Chirakis -> # ::Cayne:: Exiting the system. Whenever you're ready.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Course laid in. A man named Douglas Adams.

Jylliene -> % Aegean to away team.

mimipavilion -> @ Let's just say for now, I have a bad feeling about this whole situation.

Chirakis -> # ::checks the course:: Engaging course at warp 5.

Annisha -> @ Just better words. It's hard enough writing in script for Rihan, or characters, words for Standard.

Chirakis -> # It will take us into Aegis space. ::smile:: Familiar territory.

Kallah Ramson -> +Aegean+ Ramson here. Good to hear your voice.

Jylliene -> % +Ramson+ And yours. Status?

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::swivels to face her:: Bad feeling, ma'am?

Annisha -> @ He's had those dreams. FROM ANOTHER WORLD...ANOTHER TIME.... whoooo... he is really crazy about it.

Jylliene -> % ::Seriously feeling weight lifting from her shoulders::

Alexis McFarland -> @ He should speak to a counselor about them. Or Dacia or I.

Annisha -> @ Then I gotta write it down, translate dadgibberish to something everyone can understand.

Chirakis -> # ::settles in, relaxed but focused::

Kallah Ramson -> +Aegean+ Rough landing. Away team is safe. We've found...a city.

mimipavilion -> @I've been on this station roughly 11 years, encountered many things. First time at command and I get a bad scenario.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # For you maybe, I've never been there, in all my travels.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # What should I expect?

Alexis McFarland -> @ I bet I could decipher something. Has to be easier than linking with the Horta

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Eleven years. Long time, ma'am.

Annisha -> @ I think I can hear his thoughts.

Annisha -> @ But... you can confirm his images.... can you draw?

mimipavilion -> @Yep. Crazy too. ::turns to Fletcher:: See what you can get about that area of space.

Jylliene -> % +Ramson+ Copy. A city? And be advised, there is another ship in orbit.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % :: Maintaining the signal ::

Alexis McFarland -> @ Yes.. art is one of my favourite subjects.

Chirakis -> # Commercial shipping lanes used by all the Allied Powers. Aegis is a harbor, serving that sector of space. Quite a few civilian craft.

Jylliene -> % +Ramson+ Expect follow up as you investigate.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::turns back:: It's... there's not that much information.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Friendlies? I heard of that Romulan attempt some time ago. Got a new station out of it I understand.

Kallah Ramson -> +Aegean+ Keep running silent. Work on securing transporter lock.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ On the edge of Allied space. Nothing there but the nebula.

Jylliene -> % +Ramson+ Copy. Aegean out.

Annisha -> @ :: Claps :: Good... :: rubs hands together ::

Jylliene -> % ::gives the close channel sign::

Chirakis -> # Yes, they did. A refuge for those displaced by the devastation of ch'Rihan.

Annisha -> @ Perhaps we can link this horta story together if his dreams go all dull.. Captain Nijil and the Thousand Hortas...

Alexis McFarland -> @ ::Leans in closer:: Sounds like an interesting read.

Lawliet -> % ::closes the channel:: Well, that was a relief.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # What's our ETA?

Chirakis -> # A sizable contingent of Romulans, but many civilians as well and an assortment of many different species.

Kallah Ramson -> ACTION: A transport near the cafe stop and a group of people step out with scanning equipment and begin looking around in the away teams direction.

Jylliene -> % You heard the commander. Let's make sure we have that lock nailed down.

Chirakis -> # ETA is 15 minutes, barring our finding anything interesting as per Riov t'Aldani's briefing.

Dacia Sandero -> ::looks around:: Perhaps we'd better move along. I sense a degree of suspicion of those people there.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % Right, and I can take the Aegean in if need be. I think I have all of the entry data I need.. just in case. :: smiles ::

mimipavilion -> @Alright. ::thinks for a moment:: Can we get some basic scans out there? Like what type of nebula, radiation, you know that type of stuff.

Chirakis -> # Commander... you should take some time to familiarize yourself with this craft.

Kallah Ramson -> ::looks up:: Yes, let's casually move on.

Annisha -> @ I'm not sure he wants to be a Captain...

Dacia Sandero -> ::slowly gets up with the others::

Alexis McFarland -> @ No? Not even a sailboat captain?

Fletcher Jackson -> @ We're too far away from it for that information, ma'am. This is all they got from HQ. I'm going to say it's WYSIWYG.

Scott Coleridge -> ::grabs the transporter beacon, gestures for Dacia to take the module:: We can continue transmitting on the go, but if they are scanning for signals, they will be able to detect them just as surely as Aegean can.

Lawliet -> % I'll refocus the sensors to strengthen our transporter lock.

Dacia Sandero -> ::Grabs the module, places it in her pocket::

Kallah Ramson -> ::moving towards a back alley:: If we have to run, kill the signal.

Kallah Ramson -> But first, can you get a direction on that third signal you mentioned?

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::blinkblink:::

mimipavilion -> @::nods:: Alright see what else you can get on our ship in the mean time, if at all?

Annisha -> @ I don't know if he likes the water.

Scott Coleridge -> ((Module is a little too big to pocket.))

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::absently:: Yes, ma'am... ::tapping the console::

Scott Coleridge -> ((Think toolkit or lunchbox-sized))

Jylliene -> ((Well hey, if one has a big enough pocket... :D ))

Scott Coleridge -> ::Kallah:: Not without disrupting our comm channel to Aegean.

Dacia Sandero -> (Ahh.. )

Dacia Sandero -> ::carries it along::

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # So I don't have to go undercover do I?

Scott Coleridge -> ::swipes a discarded sandwich from an unoccupied table on their way out::

Lawliet -> % ::works on the sensor relay::

mimipavilion -> @::finishes reading the message and digs into what other available information about Nebula 593 she can dig up::

Kallah Ramson -> Scanners>::moving towards the cafe away team just left::

Chirakis -> # No, not undercover. The mission is classified, but not to that degree. Simple reconnaissance.

Alexis McFarland -> @Hmm. Sky Captain?

Annisha -> @ :: Gets up :: Sky Captain and the World of Yesterday.. Hmm

Scott Coleridge -> ((Oh, sorry, I missed the part where we closed the channel.))

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Weren't you in command on that station?

Revon -> % ::Tapping fingers. Decides he'd fancy some not-so-idle conversation.:: Any luck with Transporter Lock, Mr. Lawliet, sir?

Annisha -> @ My dad thinks he's traveled to the past.

Scott Coleridge -> I'll see what I can do once we've sat down again.

Kallah Ramson -> Scanning Team>::like hound that caught a scent, begin moving quickly along the away teams trail::

Chirakis -> # But the ship's systems... ::turns to face him, helmet visor up:: Your biosigns and voice print are entered into the computer. If anything should happen to me ::strong suggestion to pay attention:: you can command the ship and she will fly herself.

Lawliet -> % ::to Revon:: That might prove difficult with all the interference. I might only be able to transport two at a time, but I'm still working on it.

Chirakis -> # And yes, I was commanding officer for a time. That time has passed.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Uh.. wow.

Scott Coleridge -> ::Dacia:: And then I'd be grateful if you could look at my arm. ::moves it slightly, winces:: At first I was worried I broke it when I landed, but it doesn't seem that bad. Just sore.

Alexis McFarland -> @ Hm. A lot of people travelled to the past.. did he sling his ship around the sun like the crew of the original Enterprise did twice?

Dacia Sandero -> Sure. Hold still for a second, please. ::closely examines Scott's arm::

Jylliene -> % They said they fouund a city. Two at a time may mean more chance of those that aren't grabbed first being noticed.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Commander, there's a lot of chatter on the long range frequency coming from the edge of or sector. It's....

Kallah Ramson -> ::hears footfalls coming up from behind them::

mimipavilion -> @::turns her attention to Fletcher::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ It's not a language I know, and the UT is struggling with it.

mimipavilion -> @On audio

Annisha -> @ Nope, just says he goes there in his sleep. You know that loud transmission? The music, air accordians? Those people

Fletcher Jackson -> @ On audio, aye. ::press;::

Kallah Ramson -> Turn the beacon off and double time it.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % What kind of city?

Dacia Sandero -> Hmm. The arm doesn't feel broken, probably a sprain through. We should fashion a tourniquet for your arm to allow it to heal properly.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::a very strange language, like a mix between Chinese, Romulan, and Klingon, screeches on long range::

Jylliene -> % Didn't say. It wasn't likely the type of setting where she could give us the full descriptions.

Annisha -> @ He said he did that, and the night of one of his tall tales he stumbled to the bathroom.. hysterics.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::jumps:: Whoa.... that was Breen.

Jylliene -> % But still, it does bring up the possibility that they could be observed.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Like they've picked uyp a little here and a little there and put it together for their own use?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % This planet is not a vacation spot for sure

Alexis McFarland -> @ Ahh. Hmm... ::thinks::

mimipavilion -> @::listens:: Ok, start isolating the different chatter.

Revon -> % I suppose it's all or nothing, then... Did you remember to compensate for barometric interference, by the way? It's marginal, but it'll help with at least some of the background noise.

Kallah Ramson -> Scanners>::shouting, words not translating yet but seem to be one word commands in away team direction

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # All good things must come to an end, or bad things must meet their ends.

Chirakis -> # And if they are neither? ::cautious grin::

Lawliet -> % Of course I did.

Chirakis -> # ::chuckle:: We're coming within range of our recon area. Dropping from warp, engaging scanners.

mimipavilion -> @::starts getting tense::

Scott Coleridge -> ::has switched off the beacon::

Kallah Ramson -> ::comes to the end of the alley way which dumps into a busy market street::

Fletcher Jackson -> @ It's not isolatable, Commander. That's... the language. It's not several languages mixed up, it's one language that's borrowed a lot from a lot of places.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Aye, sensors to full scan.

Dacia Sandero -> ::follows along:: They don't sound happy.

Revon -> % ::Shrug.:: Just makin' sure. Science isn't my area of expertise anyway.

Chirakis -> # ::speaks to Drakkor:: Sensors full scan.

Kallah Ramson -> ::looks around::

Annisha -> @ He's nuts, but he's all I have.

mimipavilion -> @::nods:: That's just great. Keep running the language.

Revon -> % Most of my orders fall along the lines of "Villain bad! You hero! Go kill!"... At least, something to that effect.

Chirakis -> # ::gestures:: Speak to the ship. Drakkor will respond.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Yes, ma'am.

Scott Coleridge -> Maybe we could duck into a stall….

Scott Coleridge -> Find some more … nondescript garb while we're at it.

Jylliene -> % Any luck on the transporter lock?

Alexis McFarland -> @ I'm sure someone could interpret his dreams for him, if he talks to someone about them

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::listens:: Heh. I'm thinking it would make good torture.

Scott Coleridge -> ::is still in bedraggled half-jump-suit, half-uniform::

Scott Coleridge -> ::kind of working it::

Dacia Sandero -> Not a bad idea at this point.

Kallah Ramson -> Not a bad idea.

Lawliet -> % ::looks over at Revon and back at his work:: Well you never know, maybe the away team will need some hero if they get into some trouble.

mimipavilion -> @::smiles:: Yes it would. Something my husband would approve of.

Kallah Ramson -> Over there.::points::

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Drakkor, are there any warp-capable ships inbound to Aegis?

Kallah Ramson -> ::moves into the crowd::

Jylliene -> % Status on the transporter lock. ::firmer::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % The computer is learning, but the lock is not fully stable.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ Husband, ma'am.

Jylliene -> ((They turned off the beacon))

mimipavilion -> @Later. Get to work.

Lawliet -> % ::to Jylliene:: At this point, I can beam up two members of the away team at a time. I'm still working on other ways to refine the lock.

Scott Coleridge -> ::follows along::

Chirakis -> # Drakkor> Several warp-capable ships are on approach to Aegis. Specify purpose.

Fletcher Jackson -> @ ::turns back to his console::

mimipavilion -> @::gets back to looking at getting information Nebula 593::

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Drakkor, any neutral or hostile factions in those ships? Any of those ships of unknown origin?

Kallah Ramson -> Scanners>::working their way through the crowd. Most of the crowd seem to take their action as normal and move out of their way::

Chirakis -> # Drakkor> No hostilities detected. No unknown.

Kallah Ramson -> ::comes to a shop with a number of clothing items on display::

Kallah Ramson -> ::looking over shoulder:: Okay, everyone in.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # What is the stardate of Captain Chirakis' birth?

Chirakis -> # Drakkor> That information is not available to you.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # Well, so much for computers.

Kallah Ramson -> ::enters the shop::

Dacia Sandero -> Okay. ::enters shop::

Chirakis -> # ::chuckle:: You can only go so far.

Annisha -> @ So, are you going to be a doctor too? Or a thief?

Chirakis -> # Drakkor, standard recon grid. Full scans concentrated on our area of responsibility.

Scott Coleridge -> ::attempts to look casual::

mimipavilion -> @::types in searches for Nebula 593, and current hybrid design ships::

Dacia Sandero -> ::looks around the shop, not trying to raise suspicion::

Chirakis -> (But not _too_ casual.)

Scott Coleridge -> ::actually looks like "semi-crazed Starfleet engineer on a walkabout," but since no one here knows that's a thing, he's safe::

Alexis McFarland -> @ Probably not a doctor. I'd like to be a pilot of something.

Kallah Ramson -> Taylor> Welcome!

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % :: Looks tired :: Why are we here again?

Jylliene -> % The Pakleds were here.

Annisha -> @ Hmm. Nijil could teach you, he's a good pilot. He has a program on the holodeck that lets him fly around his old farm.

Jylliene -> % The Horta was from here.

Alexis McFarland -> @ Oooh

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % They are not smart :: In Pakled speak ::

Jylliene -> % Thus, here we are.

Scott Coleridge -> ::browses for clothing his size::

Annisha -> @ Ha, I called him Nijil.

Dacia Sandero -> ::does likewise::

Alexis McFarland -> @ ::chuckles:: You did.

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # So how long will this recon last? Were you expecting guests?

Jylliene -> % No, but they were here for SOME reason. And there's another ship in orbit here, and a city down there. So something is going on, even if it's all on the up-and-up and the Pakleds are, as you say, simply not smart.

Kallah Ramson -> Taylor>::comes around his counter, four arms waving in every direction:: We have a wide range of vintage Pre-Breen items, the latest in local styles, and I just got in some rather interesting Bartekian linen tops.

Annisha -> (I keep on imagining Alexis and Annisha looking a bit anime-ish)

Alexis McFarland -> (well Alexis' bio pic is based on an anime character lol)

Kallah Ramson -> Taylor> ::moves towards Scott:: That's an interesting style we're wearing now. Not sure I have anything like it. Hmmm, yes. Interesting.

Chirakis -> # How long? I believe Riov t'Aldani mentioned it could last several months.

Scott Coleridge -> ::picks out a horrifying fluorescent windbreaker-esque ensemble that makes him look like a failed '90s rapper::

Dacia Sandero -> ::picks up a dress and places it in front of her::

mimipavilion -> @::tries to think of other avenues to go to get the answers she needs::

Chirakis -> # And we are hoping for guests.

Jylliene -> % Other than trying to get a better lock, how is our signal itself?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> % Perhaps the other ship is looking to pick something up.

Kallah Ramson -> Taylor> ::pulls measuring tape. Bypasses Scott's personal space:: Let's see let's see...what size are you.

Chirakis -> # ::there is a ping on the console::

Cdr Wyatt Cayne -> # That a good ping or a bad ping?

mimipavilion -> @::starts getting a headache from all of this::

Chirakis -> # We have a contact. Tracking now.

Chirakis -> # It's headed toward....

Chirakis -> =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=

Chirakis -> =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=

Chirakis -> Thank you.

Chirakis -> 4/10/15

Chirakis -> Much going on tonight.

Chirakis -> Commander Ramson, TBS?

Kallah Ramson -> Let's give it 30 minutes.

Chirakis -> TBS is 30 minutes. Comments for the crew.

Kallah Ramson -> Please note, the away team turned off the beacon.

Scott Coleridge -> So stop charging us for data, please.

Chirakis -> I'm not sure we can do that.

Chirakis -> Quick recap....

Chirakis -> The AT is in the subterranean city within the planet, hiding in a tailor shop.

Chirakis -> Aegis is monitoring chatter in an unknown language.

Chirakis -> Aegean has made contact with the AT, but they had to turn it off.

Chirakis -> And Cayne and Chirakis are in Drakkor looking for strange looking ships. They found one.

Chirakis -> questions, comments from the crew?

Chirakis -> Seeing none... crew *Dismiss*