USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.03.15

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Due to a combination of factors, most of which can be blamed on Tandaris, the actual station part of the shipyard has been destroyed. The crew managed to escape, but the shuttle took heavy damage -- again due to Tandaris, who took a bump on the head. They have sought refuge on the seemingly undamaged hatchery section of the station. They are alive, no thanks to Tandaris. Are you seeing a theme?

 

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Hunter Matheson -> ::wheels down::

Cptn Swain -> CardboardMaryse> ::Making sure Tandaris lives::

William Chocox -> Ok...so, what's our plan?

Hunter Matheson -> ::checking systems::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns as they touch down:: Hope there's breathable air on the other side of this?

Rhan K'hal -> :: muttergrumbling ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::is unconscious::

Hunter Matheson -> ::blows out a breath, biting back several very bad words::

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::hanging out in his old bachelor pad, having somehow managed to completely avoid taking blame for anything, despite supposedly being their ace in the hole::

Cptn Swain -> CM> ::Waving her magic tricorder over Tandaris:: He's mildly concussed, but he'll live. ::Takes out a handy dandy thing and shoots it into Tandaris' neck::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Someone go check on Clicky.

William Chocox -> Our clicky expert is out like a light.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Just make sure he's alive.

Hunter Matheson -> ::fiddling, checking, swearing, shaking his head::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> And if he's not, well, I dunno. We'll figure something out.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Still focused on long-range sensors, waiting for any bleep or blip that might indicate converging Scorpiad ships.:: Well, if the station did send out a signal, there's no sign of anyone answering. Yet.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Running a hand through Will's much shorter hair and wondering, briefly, what he'd look like with long, flowing locks of hair::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::yawns:: That was a strange dream. I almost thought for a moment Starfleet had approved that plan to go to the shi—

Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks around::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances over to R'han:: The station had working atmosphere, so I guess there's no reason not to believe the hatchery does too.

Rhan K'hal -> The station was also decaying, so let's hope the hatchery isn't.

Cptn Swain -> CM> ::Smiles:: Don't move too much Tandaris. You have a mild concussion. I gave you something to help with that, but still.

Hunter Matheson -> ::secures from helm, stands, and moves aft to systems access:::

William Chocox -> So...who checks on the spider?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: The data we got from the AI seemed to indicate the hatchery had its own systems. Maybe they cared enough about the hatchery to leave it running, whereas the station was less vital? Who knows. Well I guess, Greg might not.

Hunter Matheson -> ::removes the access cover and scoots his upper body in to take a look::

Rhan K'hal -> :: turns to look at Will/Ithene, tilts head as if the answer to that should be obvious: him ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Klein:: You and Will go check on the Cliky.

Tandaris Admiran -> Quick, don’t set course for Excalibur!

Tandaris Admiran -> We need to go to the hatchery!

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Pats Tandaris again:: Shhhh

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> I'll check on the beastie. ::Finally stands from his console and claps a hand on William's shoulder.:: I think Chocox should get to work on our repairs. Our weapons aren't functional at the moment.

William Chocox -> We're already there.

Rhan K'hal -> :: swivels to look at Tandy, then Maryse - shakes head ::

Cptn Swain -> CM> We're not going anywhere anytime soon.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::nods to Klein::

Hunter Matheson -> ::mutter:: fried chips... busted life support... scrambles ODN lines... super duper buffet in here.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::looks over to Hunter, whose name she didn't really remember::

William Chocox -> Alright...what is most pertinent repair wise?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Life support, but I don't know if we can do that here.

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves farther into the engineering access hatch so only his legs stick out, from the knee down, and a muffled shout it heard:: We have an engineer around?

Tandaris Admiran -> Good.

Tandaris Admiran -> I feel mildly concussed. ::CM:: I think I might have a concussion.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::snorts:: Well I think between Will and I, we count as one. And then Tandaris if his brains get unscrambled anytime soon.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Yes, life support. Weapons. Our propulsion seems to be fine. Go give Matheson a hand. ::Points William in the right direction.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::pulling himself out, taking a beating on the way, but not as much as the systems did:::

Cptn Swain -> CM> ::Smiles, gently, in that way that only a doctor can.:: Yes. I just told you that. You should start to feel a little better soon.

Tandaris Admiran -> We also need to ::frowns, searching look on his face:: need to … something important.

Hunter Matheson -> ::sitting on the deck, dejected, worried, younameit::

Cptn Swain -> CM> Right now, we just need you to rest. Ithene and the others have everything under control.

Rhan K'hal -> :: mouths "liar, liar pants on fire" at Maryse ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods to Klein:: Hunter and Will, you two see what you can do inside. Klein, look at the beasty.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Kitty, you and I are going to take a look outside and see how badly we're damaged.

Hunter Matheson -> ::glances fore and aft and spots a locker::

Hunter Matheson -> ::then looks up to Chocox:: You're an engineer, sir?

Rhan K'hal -> I thought the smell of acrid, burning ship parts was a good clue, but if you'd like to take pictures to jam down someone's throat if we get home, I'm game.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Heads for the cargo hold to check on their Scorpiad guest, hoping the blasted thing wasn't hungry again.::

William Chocox -> Alright. Let's go Matheson.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::smiles:: Oh, good. For a moment I was worried that we were stuck here, the ship badly damaged, with the Scorpiad possibly on the way.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::lies back:: I’ll just let the rest of you handle things then….

Hunter Matheson -> ::pushing himself up from the deck:: Yes, sir.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Shoots Kitty a glare before holstering a phaser and slapping on a new hand lamp::

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::rustling around ominously::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::is on the really good drugs::

Rhan K'hal -> :: follows ::

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Nods, and give Tandaris another injection to help with the concussion symptoms::

William Chocox -> ::pulls his/her hair back::

Hunter Matheson -> ::wants the really good drugs::

William Chocox -> Anyone have a hair tie?

Hunter Matheson -> ::blink::

Hunter Matheson -> Fried ODN line work?

Hunter Matheson -> ::holds it up::

William Chocox -> Um...Ithene?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::snorts at Will as she heads to the airlock, which, of course, needed to be manually opened, because of course it didn't work.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Sure.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I've used worse before.

William Chocox -> Alright. ::takes the ODN line from Matheson and ties their hair back::

Hunter Matheson -> ::blank look as he watches::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> After you kitty.

William Chocox -> Is there a problem Hunter?

Rhan K'hal -> :: huffs out a breath, opens the airlock and steps through ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::snaps out of it:: Uh.. no, sir.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The hatchery landing alcove is dark, and warm. Moist almost. But the air, heavy though it might be, is breathable.

William Chocox -> I'll be sure to pass Ithene your regards once everything is put back to normal.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The floor is squishy, but a healthy squishy. Like a firm sponge.

Hunter Matheson -> ::humoring:: Yes, sir.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Steps into the cargo hold and makes sure Greg isn't in any trouble or causing any trouble.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: sniffs, makes a face :: Like breathing gelatin, but at least this place seems in better repair... health, whatever.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: I think this is more "normal" for their ships.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Which, steamy as it is, is good for us. Though likely not your fur.

Rhan K'hal -> What I have left of it anyway.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Or my hair.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Well... Will's hair at the moment.

William Chocox -> So...let's get to work. I'll try to remember as much as I can. I've found though that many of my skills are stuck in my body.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Alright... let's start visual inspection.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::perks up when he perceives Klein:: You. Soldier-caste-human.

Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath:: Yes, sir. Well, from what I saw back there ::jerks his thumb toward the open access hatch:: we're in deep doodoo.

Rhan K'hal -> :: turns around, looks back at the ship :: Eep.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That's not supposed to be missing.

Hunter Matheson -> Fried chips, scrambled ODN lines, a few cracked conduits. Well, at least they look cracked.

Rhan K'hal -> From a purely aesthetic point of view it looks better without it but you're right, it should still be there.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Ah... yes. I suppose that's correct. ::Still a bit uneasy about a giant talking scorpion, but rolling with it.:: Are you alright? Anything you need?

Rhan K'hal -> purely*

Hunter Matheson -> I'm gonna say that the shuttle didn't like the shock wave?

William Chocox -> Probably not, but do they ever?

Hunter Matheson -> Uh.. no, sir.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> Where is Admiran?

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: pastes on an @ for good form as he takes a few steps further along and continues to look over the ship ::

Hunter Matheson -> Something they tell us to avoid.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Yeah. ::makes a note on her tricorder:: And that is certainly not supposed to be missing... ::points:: but oh hey, the extra armor plating they applied did manage to deflect damage from the... uh what part is that?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Points to something that looked entirely cosmetic::

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Frowns, making more notes in the tricorder::

Rhan K'hal -> @ Uh... Hmm. I'm used to looking at schematics, not the actual exterior.

William Chocox -> Ok...life support is first.

Hunter Matheson -> ::nod:: Life support.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Bright side, looks like sensor and communications array aren't damaged too badly.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> He's on the ship, recovering from an injury. He's fine. He'll be fine. Just took a bump to the head, I think. We humans are a bit more fragile than your kind.

Rhan K'hal -> @ So we'll see when they come to kill us and be able to not make any calls because we're not supposed to be here. Super.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> You always have a perpetual rain cloud over you.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::He was right of course.:;

Rhan K'hal -> @ Being a realist has its gloomy disadvantages at times.

Hunter Matheson -> ::thinking they picked a good place to land, all things considered::

William Chocox -> ::starts to poke around:: Hm...

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> I must speak to Admiran. Now.

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: tilts head :: Good news, the tractor beam array is there. Bad news, it's hanging out in four different pieces.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Can you run a dermal scan of the hull. I hate to say it, but I want to make sure after what it's been through, we need to make sure there aren't any microfractures in the hull that could, you know, turn into something worse when/if we're able to escape.

Rhan K'hal -> @ Even without being an engineer I know a tricorder isn't the most suitable tool for that, but I'll see what I can do. :: pokes at it for a few moments ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Sure. I'll pop out and go get him. Anything I can help with?

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves farther aft, past Chocox, to what looks like another access hatch::

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: starts slowly moving down the ship, tricorder slowly going up and down ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and aft starboard it's a bingo::

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Kneels down to take a closer look at the nacels::

William Chocox -> Found it?

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::does not exactly _growl_, because he does not have the apparatus for that, but it makes a noise by rubbing together two of its claws in such a way as to suggest growling::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, sir. Engineering aft starboard. Lessee... ::logs into the console:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::or not:::

Hunter Matheson -> hm...

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Gods I hope we got the collision coverage.

Hunter Matheson -> ::checking for systems emergency power::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Ah, alright then. ::Backs out and secures the cargo door behind him. Tugs at the collar of his uniform, suddenly hot all of a sudden.:: Admiran! Where is he? ::Returns to the front of the ship in search for the engineer.::

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: gets halfway around the ship, emits another "Eep." ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::manual switch::

Hunter Matheson -> :::flip::

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Waves:: Here... why?

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> What's up Kitten?

Hunter Matheson -> ::ducks under the console::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::hears Klein, calls out in a super-relaxed voice:: Klein? Lieutenant Klein! Kleiny my man.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then up, looking for the locker::

Hunter Matheson -> ::read..read..read::

Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks one open::

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Stands and meets Klein half-way, and in a low voice:: He's medicated, what's the issue?

Hunter Matheson -> Yeah... ::slides out a tray::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Is he... ah... ::Peers at Admiran.:: Does he have his wits about him? The Scorpiad is asking for him and is very insistent.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> *t

Rhan K'hal -> @ Well, it's not a microfracture. It's more of a gaping hole. The ablative armor ripped off along with the exterior access plate to the top of the warp core.

Hunter Matheson -> Replacement parts here, sir. Grab a tray. ::hands it to Chocox::

Rhan K'hal -> @ Well, "top" as in where it'd come out if we ejected it.

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Frowns:: He's... a little out of it. I can give him something to make him a little more... uh with it, but ::frowns:: he

Cptn Swain -> s not going to like it.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::beneficent smile:: Don’t worry, Klein. It’s all good.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Lovely. Add it to the list. We should be able to pull something off the hull somewhere else to patch it, but glad we did a visual inspection.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::swings legs around and slides off the bed, stands::

Rhan K'hal -> @ I might need a tricorder with more memory, the list is getting pretty long.

Hunter Matheson -> ::notes Chocky's blank look:: You *are* an engineer, right sir?

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Goes to her kit.:: And... uh... I don't have the second dose to make him feel better, so he's just goingt o have to live with a headache for a while. ::Hesitates for a moment before giving it to Tandaris.::

William Chocox -> I was...but then I switched bodies with Ithene.

Hunter Matheson -> ::after a few seconds:: Right.

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::The last thing they needed was a doped up Tandaris talking to the Clicky::

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: moves on to finish the rest of the hull scan ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Moves to offer Tandaris a hand, supporting him to make sure he didn't fall.:: Alright, let's get you in there, then. Just keep your answers short.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::wrinkles nose, seems to have a bad taste in his mouth::

Hunter Matheson -> Okay, then... this tray has isolinear chips in it. Go under the consoles and if you find anything that looks like these but they're burned, pull them out and put in a new one that's the same color...

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::She took a deep breath, remembering her promise to Miranda.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::shakes Klein off:: Right, fine. I'm fine. I'm very fine. Everything is fine!

William Chocox -> Will do. I remember that.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::walks away::

Hunter Matheson -> And don't worry, 'cause they only fit one way. Meaning, if it's red and you need green, it won't fit.

William Chocox -> ::takes the tray and starts looking::

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> Would you believe me if I said I'd been in worse fixes than this?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> Hey, don't go shouting at me. I didn't smack you upside the head, though I can. ::Glowers and stalks after him.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::turns around, muttering:: Cargo bay is the other way. ::keeps walking::

Hunter Matheson -> ::poking around, he spots a roll of ODN line, and, after checking the connections, he begins on those::

Rhan K'hal -> @ I thought you were more of a lab rat before you had the shared misfortune to join the Excalibur.

William Chocox -> ::is busy working on the isolinear chips::

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::Smirks:: You'd be surprised how much trouble a little old lab rat can get into.

Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls the covers on all the access hatches:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters the cargo bay::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Follows him into the cargo bay, lingering behind.::

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> There was a tim... wait... that is definitely not *my* memory. Oh for hells sake... now I have his memories of things in his life.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::does the growling thing again:: Admiran.

Rhan K'hal -> @ Remind me to talk to my brother Hakran... assuming we live and get home.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> We're going to get home.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> I am not dying in this body.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> You have endangered the mission!

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> With this hair.

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: snorts :: Good to know you've got a solid motivation.

Tandaris Admiran -> I—

William Chocox -> ::hums as he continues to replace the isolinear chips::

Hunter Matheson -> :::disengage lines, plug new ones in, check:::

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> ::interrupting:: Your mismanagement and incompetence destroyed the command node, and if I am to understand the situation correctly, you have alerted the Empire to our presence.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::holds up a finger:: Now, just wait a moment. Where were _you_ when I had to deal with that … that … jumped up librarian software?

Hunter Matheson -> ::Cho:: How you coming?

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Notices something:: Uh... is that supposed to be beeping red?

Tandaris Admiran -> You were supposed to have _codes_ for this sort of thing. You assured me that we could move around without hindrance.

Rhan K'hal -> @ :: reviews the data on the tricorder :: Well, quite a few weakened spots but no microfractures. Everything else was big enough to see with the naked eye.

Cptn Swain -> @Ithene> ::nods:: Good. I didn't find anything too bad either. There's a small stress spot on the nacel, but nothing we can't deal with.

William Chocox -> Coming along fine.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> And if you had waited for me, perhaps the situation would be different. But we do not talk of alternatives. We speak only of the now.

William Chocox -> ::replaces the last one:: Think I've got it.

Rhan K'hal -> @ Minus the fact that we won't have any air to breathe, we're all good.

Hunter Matheson -> ::nods, though he knows he/she can't see him:: Good.

Tandaris Admiran -> Greg> What is the status of this vessel?

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Says it again louder so that Hunter or Will can hear her:: Is that status monitor supposed to be blinking red?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Crosses his arms over his chest, head cocked at the conversation.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::replaces the cover and moves on to the next access point:: Take the tray forward, and on the left hand side you'll see a hatch. Take the cover off and look in there.

Hunter Matheson -> That area took quite a hit.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at Klein:: What _is_ the status of the Vauban?

William Chocox -> Alright.

Hunter Matheson -> ::stands:: What status monitor? Where?

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves toward Maryse::

Cptn Swain -> CMaryse> ::Points to one on the tactical console::

Hunter Matheson -> Holy sh** ...

 

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