USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.16.15

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The away team has escaped the Scorpiad hatchery and system, but were almost immediately captured by the Al-Ucards. The blood suckers have taken Tandaris and Rhan to their med bay for 'testing'. The others are stuck in a single cell waiting for the same treatment. After his unsuccessful attempt at fighting the Al-Ucard, Lt. Klein is unconscious.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

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Cptn Swain -> Ithene> :: Takes a deep breath, happy that Klein is alive, albeit unconscious::

William Chocox -> ::leans back:: Sorry about that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::The Al-Ucard laughed at Klein's weak attempt and pointed to the naked blade now sitting in the middle of the cell. The forcefield keeping them inside was still down, and he stood in the doorway.:: Would anyone else like to try?

Hunter Matheson -> ::slumped on the floor of the holding cell, he still has the work boots and coveralls he had on when they tried to leave the Scorpiad place::

Maryse Dubois -> ((Are we all in the same holding cell or individual?))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (Same)

Hunter Matheson -> ::and pretty much smells to high whatever from the goo::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Checking on Klein, even though there isn't much she can do at the moment.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guards> ::Give Rhan a shove toward the door. The one carrying Tandaris over his shoulder led the way, exiting the brig and entering the corridor toward the lift.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances over to Tarian, and shakes "his" head::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::still pretending to be out of it::

Hunter Matheson -> ::he blinks then pulls himself to a kind of sit::

Rhan K'hal -> I am being cooperative, you don't have to get pushy.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions for Will to get him the blade::

William Chocox -> ::walks over and grabs the blade, bringing it back:: This isn't going to be that useful is it?

Hunter Matheson -> ::he begins to slowly look around, eyes only first, then he turns his head::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Lt. Klein> ::Still breathing. There's a nasty lump on his head from where he hit the wall, but nothing seems to be broken.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It could be.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Watches William carefully as he picks up the blade and then smiles. He snatched the blade from his hand, reflexes almost faster than one could follow.:: Not from a species so weak.

Hunter Matheson -> ::anyone:: so I guess we're not on the Vau anymore?

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he takes a good look around again::

William Chocox -> ::shrugs as he sits back down::

Hunter Matheson -> ::then he pushes back to sit on the floor, back against the wall:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and the floor::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Hustles Rhan into the lift after the other guard, facing him as the door closes behind. When they were on the move, she leaned closer to sniff him.:: Do all of your people smell so foul?

Maryse Dubois -> No. This certainly isn't the Vauban. My only suggestion right now is to save your strength, and don't do anything foolish. There are very few people that can match an Al-Ucard one on one in a sword fight.

Rhan K'hal -> No, we've had a rather trying last couple of days.

Hunter Matheson -> ::Slow nod:: Gotcha.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Spinning the blade in his hand, he tossed it to one of the other guards and then took a step back. The cell's field snapped back into place, trapping the crew once again. Tarian gave them another long look and then stepped out of view, leaving the crew to themselves for the time being.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> You stink of Scorpiad, of their biomatter. You were on one of their structures, were you not?

Rhan K'hal -> More than one, as a matter of fact.

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up::

William Chocox -> So...I've never worked with these people before, how badly do they treat prisoners?

Hunter Matheson -> ::then he checks his hand me downs yeah they stink::

Hunter Matheson -> ::but since he's been in them a while he's pretty much used to the smell::

Maryse Dubois -> It depends. If you aren't useful logistically, you are useful as food.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> According to the files, they're not exactly up on Khitomer Accords.

Hunter Matheson -> ::snort::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: But we're not at war with them. In fact we're helping them negotiate an end to their rebellion against the Scorpiads.

Maryse Dubois -> But you usually live longer if you don't ###### them off.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Her eyes narrowed at Rhan.:: What were you doing there? That system has been abandoned for a very long time.

William Chocox -> ::gulps:: Now I'm worried.

Rhan K'hal -> We were gathering intelligence. It's rather easier to do that in an abandoned system than one crawling with those bastards, don't you think?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> I suppose, though such intelligence would be outdated. ::The lift slid to a halt and opened. She gestured for Rhan to follow the other guard who was still toting Tandy.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::picking at the floor::

Rhan K'hal -> :: follows :: Outdated is still better than nothing.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances at the door out of the corner of her eye:: Maybe I should have trusted them and told them the truth.

William Chocox -> ::shrugs:: Nothing we can do now.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> In the brig, an Al-Ucardian guard passed by, dragging an unconscious Dosi male. The Dosi was shirtless and bleeding from several wounds on his upper torso. Bite wounds. They dragged him into the next cell, engaged the field, and left.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Swallows harder than she would have liked, knowing she doesn't have as good of expression control over this body as she might her own.::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Sighs as she watched the guard.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Guard> ::The guard dumped Tandaris on one of the tables. Unlike the brightly lit sickbay on Excalibur, this one was dimly lit and full of diagnostic equipment -- most of it stolen from other worlds and ships and integrated into the Al-Ucard's original design.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Gestured Rhan onto one of the other beds.:: Lie down.

William Chocox -> ::is pretty openly scared::

William Chocox -> We're all going to die here aren't we?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::unceremoniously dumped::

Maryse Dubois -> We don't know that.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> No. ::She said firmly:: None of us are going to die. That's an order.

Rhan K'hal -> :: glances around as he complies and lays down :: Your people have certainly learned the art of making do with what you can get. No wonder you're giving those 8-legged freaks a run for their money.

Hunter Matheson -> ::still picking at the floor:: So I guess we'll end up like that. ::resigned::

William Chocox -> Hm.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then looks up to Chocox:: I figure dying is going to be better than alive.

William Chocox -> ::sighs, leaning back again::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::She grinned.:: The creators fear their creation.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::She sighed, pacing the cell slowly::

Hunter Matheson -> ::back to picking at the floor:: And I gave up a position with the teams for this. ::shrugs:: They painted a pretty good picture for me. Guess they didn't have a clue.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then he closes his eyes to rest::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::stirs::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> In the medbay, two Al-Ucards swing a large scanner over both Tandaris and Rhan while they lie on the beds. The scanner runs the length of the bed and down again several times, creating a holographic image of each 'patient' above them, clearly defining their internal systems.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::groans theatrically:: I feel awful.

Rhan K'hal -> :: blinks :: Nifty, and quite accurate if I know my own organs.

William Chocox -> It feels weird to hear my voice giving an order.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::opens his eyes, looks around:: Ooh. A Type 2b scanning-tunneling holographic imaging suite.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It could be weirder.

Tandaris Admiran -> Very 2379.

Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes half-open:: You gave an order?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::He returned to the holding cell with a strange device in his hand and disengaged the forcefield.:: While the others are being tested, we will begin preliminary ones here. Who volunteers to go first?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> What are you testing us for?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Watches the displays as the med team works, walking between the two beds.:: You have knowledge of medical equipment, trill?

Tandaris Admiran -> Well, I don’t want to sound boastful …

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Many things, but most importantly communicable diseases.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Blood borne. :Frowns: I'll go first.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes "his" way over to the forcefield. She had half a thought about trying to overpower the Al-Ucard male, and perhaps had she been in her own body she might have tried that. But she wasn't and she didn't feel right risking Will's, not if there was still an outside chance they could get out this mess and back into their own bodies::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Gestures "him" forward and then presses the device to "his" neck. She feels a sting as it pierces her skin and draws a small sample of blood for the machine to analyze.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Winces ever so slightly::

William Chocox -> ::starts thinking about any diseases his body might have::

Rhan K'hal -> :: lets Tandy do his thing over there, figuring the crafty nut probably has an idea ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paveil> ::Looks at his scans.:: If you have some engineering knowledge, you might be useful to us. Unfortunately, you seem to be dying. A pity.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns:: Really?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up:: I feel fine, though!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Med-tech> ::Removes Rhan's scanner.:: Remove your clothing. You need to be decontaminated.

Rhan K'hal -> I imagine I rather need it. :: disrobes without any modesty ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Looks at the results.:: Negative on the initial scan. That is good. ::Cycles the machine to clean itself.:: Next?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions for Will to go next::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands.::

William Chocox -> ::stands up and walks over::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> Perhaps, but your scans clearly show that your body is in the early stages of symbiont rejection. Your levels are out of sync. ::She looked to the med tech.:: If his body does not respond to treatment, harvest the slug within.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::weird, hollow giggle:: You don’t take those scan results seriously, do you? With the machine making a humming noise like that?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Presses the device to Will's neck and he experiences the same stabbing sensation as his blood is drawn.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::not exactly paying attention to what is going on around him, Kal figures he'd rather remember his crewmates the way they were when he met them than the way they will probably end up::

William Chocox -> ::goes back to where he was seated::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Med tech> ::Waves Rhan into a nearby chamber when he's removed his clothing. After engaging, the Caitian is blasted from all sides by a blue liquid, then heat, then air, then something similar to a sonic shower.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> Negative. Good. ::Waves Maryse forward.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: is definitely feeling rather fresh here, there and everywhere after that ::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps up, pulling the hair from her neck.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::watching the decontamination process:: Out-standing!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tandy's Med Tech> It is supposed to hum. ::Doesn't sound very sure of himself.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::pats the med tech on the forearm:: And you just keep thinking that if it makes you feel better.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits up now, looking around at everyone:: So. Can someone tell me where we sign up?

Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Brings a datapad over to Paviel, makes a motion the decon chamber, then to the pad with a slightly grave look on his face.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Rhan's Med Tech> ::Frowns a little.:: I am still showing low levels of contaminents embedded in your fur. Your hair will need to be removed.

Maryse Dubois -> ((Oh noes a shaved kitty is an grumpy kitty.))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Nods at the results and the med tech's assessment.:: Yes, remove his fur and run the decon again for better results.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tandy's Med Tech> Sign up?

Rhan K'hal -> If I had been informed of your decontamination technique I would've asked for a brush or comb, it takes some work to get it worked through the fur evenly.

Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, sign up. To your crew. On this little adventure of yours.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Presses the device to Maryse's neck to draw blood, then eyes the results. One eyebrow lifted and he looked back up to her.:: Negative, but interesting. I look forward to seeing more of your scans.

Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Nods:: We'll begin the defurring now.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: I'm sure you will.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> He may also need to be declawed. ::Glances over to Rhan, wearing a slight frown.:: I have heard their species can be quite vicious, but this one seems rather placid.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods at Rhan:: K'hal’s just putting on a brave face, trying to keep you off the scent with that story of “intelligence-gathering” on an outdated station. Stupid, right? Who would believe that?

Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> ::Walks over and nods to the Tech around the decon chamber, who moves out of the way.:: Prudent.

Tandaris Admiran -> Do you seriously think any Starfleet officer would willingly go this deep into Scorpiad territory?

Rhan K'hal -> (( :: checks his card balance with NDakTek Bank :: ))

Maryse Dubois -> ((hehe))

Cptn Swain -> (( I don't believe we've reached any peril yet! Only mild discomfort!))

Cptn Swain -> (( 2 Minute Warning ))

Cptn Swain -> MedTech> ::Considering if it would be best to use a chemical defurring agent or to shave the creature.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Turns back to Tandaris.:: Starfleet is... erratic. It is possible, but then again, not. We will discover why you were here, eventually. But we'll save that for later, after your tests have been concluded. Some of our methods leave the subjects... damaged.

William Chocox -> ((::goes pale::))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::MedTech, as if he could read his mind:: There's a zipper in the back, you know.

Rhan K'hal -> :: is about to say something when Tandy drops that zinger, just stands there with his mouth half open instead ::

Maryse Dubois -> ((lol))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Paviel:: Hello? Already damaged. ::sighs:: Do you not have any females around? Victria was much more intimidating than you people.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Tarian> ::Points at Hunter.:: Next.

Cptn Swain -> MedTech2> Tell me, do you have any allergies to calcium hydroxide?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Paviel> ::Her eyes snapped to Tandaris.:: How do you know that name?

 

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