USS Excalibur Sim Log - 12.20.15

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

Cptn Swain -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is en route to Camelot Station once more. Everyone is a bit disappointed to be returning, including the Captain, who's been gruffer than usual.

 

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal -> :: rather droopy of tail as he sits at his station ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::still familiarizing himself with the names of crew members in the department::

Cptn Swain -> ::Exits onto the bridge, looking sour::

Hunter Matheson -> ::at helm, tending to business::

William Chocox -> ::is on his third cup of coffee::

Rhan K'hal -> :: head nod toward Swain ::

Cptn Swain -> Status report. ::Coldly::

William Chocox -> Back to the Gamma Quadrant again?

Hunter Matheson -> ::standard report:: On course, Captain. Smooth ride.

Maryse Dubois -> ::In the bridge, sitting in an open seat.::

Rhan K'hal -> Quite a bit of encrypted traffic going both ways. Still a lot of civilian traffic toward the wormhole, 2nd wave of the evac. All ship's systems humming right along, sir.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda didn't really seem to notice the Captain's mood. She was busy with reports and requests and ignoring the whiners that wanted to know why *they* had to return when everyone else was tucking tail and running for Terra.::

Cptn Swain -> ::Grabs a cup of tea from the repilcator and heads for his seat.::

William Chocox -> ::looks around for Commander Admiran::

William Chocox -> (w)Maybe I'm talking to myself again.

Hunter Matheson -> ::not particularly concerned about returning, just figuring it's part of the job he signed up for and actually not that familiar with Camelot Station except for the crowded conditions and mess they left behind, and that trip was his first. He hopes he won't wish it was his last::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the captain, hoping he was going to take her up on her recommendation.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::comes into view, nearly bumps into Chocox:: Huh--whoops. Sorry.

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he's thinking that maybe, just maybe, it's not as bad as everyone is making it out to be:::

Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Enters the bridge in a flight suit; her long-red hair up in a tight braid.::

William Chocox -> Are we seriously going back to the Gamma Quadrant again? Why?

Hunter Matheson -> ::as he keeps a close watch on navigation sensors, he's wondering if someone coming from the other direction might take the wrong vector and they could end up using the same corridor but in...:::doubletake at the vacuum jock:::

Tandaris Admiran -> Orders.

Cptn Swain -> ::Looks at the monitor:: Helm. Alter course to mark 123.5. I'd rather avoid the edges of that expanse.

Rhan K'hal -> :: head swivels at the new arrival, ears perk a little seeing d'A; little paw wave ::

Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Nods to Rhan and heads for Miranda.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath to get his brain back on track::

William Chocox -> Just orders?

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he's also taking to heart his little chat with FTO Glasco::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda glanced up as the squad chief approached.:: Lieutenant Commander d'Aubigne. Something I can do for you?

Rhan K'hal -> :: waits for Hunter to acknowledge and enact the Captain's course change order, looks over at the Gunny ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::shrugs:: I really don't care what the higher-ups are thinking these days.

Hunter Matheson -> Going to 123.5, aye.

Tandaris Admiran -> If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that half of them want us to leave altogether, and the other half want to send half the fleet there.

Hunter Matheson -> Course engaged, maintain speed, Captain?

William Chocox -> So they compromised and sent just us?

Cptn Swain -> Constance> ::Miranda, lowly:: Commander, permission to make some changes in the rotations to our CAP? Captain has us on constant alert and it's starting to wear on some of the younger kids.

Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes.

Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes sweep the sensors, making sure navigation is clear as he waits for the answer:: Maintaining warp (enter # here), aye.

Rhan K'hal -> :: satisfied, returns his attention to his own board; sometimes he worries the marine is deeper into subspace than the ship ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She nodded, glancing briefly at Swain and back again to the pilot.:: You already have suggested changes in mind? ::Giving the data padd in her hand a little wave.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::thinks Rhan's pretty much on point with that one::

Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::nods, hands her a pad::

Cptn Swain -> ::Takes a drink of his tea, leans back in his chair, pensively::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and while he's at it, he aims the navigation sensors toward the expanse:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: with nothing bleeping, flashing, or buzzing at the moment, rises and does one of those deep, back-arching feline stretches on his way to the replicator ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Tucks hers in the chair and takes the chief's to have a look, scrolling through the list to study the changes. When she reached the bottom, she offered the padd back.:: I don't see any issue with any of it. It should still provide ample coverage for what we need at the moment.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: We aren't the only ship left, but we will probably be the most active. I think there are a few ships hanging around Camelot, mostly couriers and the like.

William Chocox -> Hm.

Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::nods:: Thanks.

Hunter Matheson -> ::and yeah, he's going to agree with the skipper on that one, so he realigns them for standard sweep::

Rhan K'hal -> :: grabs himself something cold, bubbly and caffeinated; downs the whole thing in one long, steady drink and then pops the container back in to be recycled ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: On the bright side, we're not stuck trying to find those refugees a home.

Tandaris Admiran -> We could have continued escorting that convoy for months.

Cptn Swain -> D'A> ::excuses herself::

Rhan K'hal -> :: returns to his station and settles back in, immediately makes room for the new rotation information that d'A will copy him with as soon as she gets back to her office ::

Rhan K'hal -> :: gets an urgent beep, checks it out ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Picks up her data padd, but instead of giving it another look over, she tapped it against her leg as she turned toward Swain.::

Rhan K'hal -> Captain, incoming distress call from the USS Vatican. All I can make out is that they're under attack. Beacon location is in the Expanse.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Notices everyone seems to be in their own world. There isn't the usual bridge chatter when she visits.::

Rhan K'hal -> Damn sensor interference, I can't lock it down more specifically at this range.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at a readout of the latest engine diagnostics:: Not sure about this latest refit.

Hunter Matheson -> ::attentive to K'hal, listening carefully for any orders coming his way:::

Cptn Swain -> ::Lifts a brow:: The Vatican? That's Irae Varen's ship. What's he doing out... ::frowns::

Tandaris Admiran -> But assuming we don't have to duck into any regions with unusually high gaseous content, we should be fine.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Sends a message to sickbay to have them prepped for emergency.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::shifts the navigation sensors once more, but they're not configured to pick up beacons, so he hangs tight::

Cptn Swain -> Helm... set an intercept course. Maximum Speed.

Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Red Alert.

Rhan K'hal -> :: sends Hunter as much information as he can on it, sets it up to auto-update ::

Cptn Swain -> ::Casts a somewhat worried glance to Miranda::

Hunter Matheson -> Intercept course set, Captain. Going to maximum warp 9.998 now.

William Chocox -> High gaseous content? So no nebulas?

Rhan K'hal -> :: RED ALERT activates :: Red alert, aye.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Klaxons sound!

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he receives the coordinates from tactical, automatically sent to helm when they come in::

William Chocox -> ::looks around::

William Chocox -> Son of a gun.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Slight pursing of her lips and tightening around her eyes as she settled into her seat, turning her attention to the main viewer.::

Tandaris Admiran -> Nebulae, "expanses," you know. The usual.

Cptn Swain -> Let me know as soon as we have the Vatican on sensors.

William Chocox -> I just got my work stuff organized too.

Tandaris Admiran -> It looks like the latest improvements did wonders for our efficiency but made the Bussard collectors a little unsteady.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances around:: A little early for that, hmm?

Rhan K'hal -> :: until Ithene gets up to the bridge, takes control of the science bits so he can try to narrow down the sensors a bit to get a better reading of what's going on ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::marks time of course change::

Rhan K'hal -> Hmm. That can't be right. :: fiddles some more ::

Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda, lowly:: I hadn't heard any reports of the Vatican being on assignment. Varen's been cooped up at Camelot.

Hunter Matheson -> ::make that warp 9.89, claiming lysdexia on that one::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to the console she was at, getting a real time update of sickbay.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: ears and tail start doing gymnastics ::

Rhan K'hal -> Vatican appears to be under attack by the Jem'Hadar... but also seem to be getting assistance from the Jem'Hadar.

Cptn Swain -> Hells bells.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Make sure our weapons and shields are prepared.

Cptn Swain -> Put it on screen. How long until we're in range.

Hunter Matheson -> ::half hearing K'hal, his mind stays on track for once::

Rhan K'hal -> On screen, aye. :: puts it up on the front holoview ::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The sleek, Aventine-class command and control cruiser Vatican was taking heavy fire from a wing of Jem'Hadar attack ships while several others were keeping a larger cruiser busy.

Rhan K'hal -> :: fiddles with the sensors some more :: Seems to be some wreckage... can't get a 100% read but I'd lean Klingon.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Watching the viewscreen, frowning.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::checking Vatican's position, the angle of attack, and the number of attackers at this point, he sets helm for the safest, most efficient entrance and exit vectors::

Cptn Swain -> Escorts. ::Frowns, not liking the look of this at all.:: Helm. Once we're in range, try and draw the fire of those attack cruisers.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::checks the sensors to see what they're up against:: Oh.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> The hundred? ::She threw Swain another look before sending a quick report to the department heads with an update so they'd know what to expect.::

Hunter Matheson -> Aye, Captain. Vector set in. I'll come up on their port side.

Rhan K'hal -> :: frowns over the tactical view ::

Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: That would be my guess.

Rhan K'hal -> Coming into weapons range in 90 seconds.

Hunter Matheson -> Tactical, can I get a readout of hostile and friendly?

Hunter Matheson -> Dropping to attack speed.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur enters range, dropping from warp into the middle of the pitched fire-fight.

Rhan K'hal -> Random Tactical Officer> :: reads off what Hunter wants to know ::

Hunter Matheson -> In ten... nine... eight... seven... six... etc... now!

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: You know how you were talking about never being in a fight against Jem'Hadar before?

Hunter Matheson -> ::sweeps through in an attempt to separate the hostile vessels from the Vatican and their supporting craft::

William Chocox -> Yeah?

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur takes some strafing shots as they sail through the combat area.

Tandaris Admiran -> That's not going to be your story anymore.

Cptn Swain -> Launch fighters.

Rhan K'hal -> :: pops up and zooms over to the aux tactical station so he can work better in the combat situation :: Launch, aye. :: pushes the button d'A would've been waiting for down below ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls up and around, stressing the IDS just a tad, getting the fighters in the optimal deploy position::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Vatican takes a heavy hit from the larger cruiser, knocking out their main power.

William Chocox -> I uh...am not that up to date on my hand to hand combat.

Hunter Matheson -> Launch position ready.

Rhan K'hal -> Vatican has lost main power, they're getting pounded over there.

Cptn Swain -> Target that cruiser. Fighter wings form up on Vatican and give them cover.

Hunter Matheson -> ::pulls up the BFT on his console so he can follow their positions::

William Chocox -> ::checks his console::

Hunter Matheson -> ::sets the computer to alert him of changes::

William Chocox -> Weapons and shields are good right now.

Maryse Dubois -> Sickbay is ready to take in wounded if there is an opportunity to receive.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I want a lifesign reading from the Vatican immediately. Prepare transporters in case we need to stage an emergency beam out.

Cptn Swain -> ::Letting Miranda handle that while he handled the fighting part:: Tactical the lead ship, full spread of photon torpedoes and phasers. Helm, attack pattern Alpha Seven. Nothing too fancy.

Hunter Matheson -> ::coming around for optimal attack position, which just happens to be center mass of the fight:::

Hunter Matheson -> Attack pattern Alpha Seven, aye.

Hunter Matheson -> Steady as she goes, captain.

Rhan K'hal -> Transporters already online and ready. Life signs... well, typical Starfleet cornucopia. They've had losses, but still within 95% of expected compliment.

Maryse Dubois -> What about the Klingon escorts?

Rhan K'hal -> :: flicks an ear toward Maryse :: There are some Klingon lifesigns on board the Vatican, nothing in the wreckage. Looks like everything that could have been done was.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur fires a salvo into the Jem'Hadar heavy cruiser, score some hits. But they also respond back with some hits of their own, causing the Excalibur to shudder.

Hunter Matheson -> ::keeping her as steady as he can;:

Maryse Dubois -> ::Grips the console for support.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: manages to avoid putting any holes in the upholstery ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Holds onto her chair, swearing under her breath.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::engages the seat belt system for helm, just in case::

Cptn Swain -> ::Grumbles:: Bring us about.

Hunter Matheson -> Coming about.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Vatican is continuing to take fire, but the fighters are helping screen for them.

Hunter Matheson -> Ready for another assault run, Captain.

Cptn Swain -> Make another pass that cruiser. Zeta Nine. Tactical, target their weapons and engines. Quantum torpedoes.

William Chocox -> Damnit.

William Chocox -> ::starts looking over his console::

Hunter Matheson -> Aye, Captain. Pattern zeta nine engaged. Attack speed.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Two Jem'Hadar fighters have broken off their assault on the Vatican and have turned their attention to us.

Rhan K'hal -> :: optimizes the power requests for the attack pattern, notes the new gnats :: We're getting their attention.

Cptn Swain -> Lovely. Fire when ready, tactical.

Hunter Matheson -> Rigged for maximum affect, Captain.

Hunter Matheson -> *effect

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The attack pattern takes the Excalibur within proverbial spitting range of the cruiser. The Quantum torps slice through the already damaged Jem'Hadar shields, doing heavy damage, but it also exposes the ventral hull to a round of near point-blank shots from their heavy polaron canons. We also have some "friends" on our tail.

Tandaris Admiran -> Reroute power to ventral shields!

William Chocox -> Aye sir!

William Chocox -> ::starts routing shield power::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Engineering re-routes power to stave off some of the blows, but a couple of shots soak through, doing some more than superficial damage.

Hunter Matheson -> ::holding her as steady as possible:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes dart over the tactical view and the Excalibur's status icons; emits a quick blip from the aft tractor beam at some of the Klingon debris to send it toward the fighters ::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Sensors detect incoming warp signatures. Jem'Hadar.

Hunter Matheson -> ::snorts, wondering if they hit the waste management systems and got a face full::

William Chocox -> Damnit.

Rhan K'hal -> Incoming Jem'Hadar warp signatures.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Very, very glad that they'd gotten all of their refugees unloaded in the Alpha Quadrant. It was bad enough having to worry about an entire ship full without adding screaming, fearful civilians to that number.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::checking incoming vector::

Cptn Swain -> Get us clear of the cruiser, let's deal with our friends.

Cptn Swain -> ::R'Han:: Send a single in the clear to Camelot.

Rhan K'hal -> :: ear tilt toward Swain ::

Hunter Matheson -> Coming clear, Captain. Moving to intercept on our six.

Cptn Swain -> Tell them we're under attack and require assistance. ::Frowns:: Not that they can get here in time.

Rhan K'hal -> Aye, sir. :: sends unencrypted message ::

Rhan K'hal -> Message away.

Hunter Matheson -> ::pretty amazed that she's still handling well:::

Hunter Matheson -> Ready to engage incoming, Captain. On approach.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Cruiser and attendant fighters suddenly break off their attacks and jump to warp as the second group of ships enters the combat zone.

Rhan K'hal -> :: blink blinkety blink ::

Rhan K'hal -> The attacking group has gone to warp, sir.

Hunter Matheson -> Steady as she goes, Captain.

William Chocox -> ::looks around:: Did we stop shaking?

Hunter Matheson -> ::aware of the change, but until he's given orders otherwise, he continues on course:::

Cptn Swain -> Semil> +Vatican/Excalibur+ Looks like we missed all the shooting.

Cptn Swain -> ...and....

Maryse Dubois -> That seems convenient.

Hunter Matheson -> ::blink::

Rhan K'hal -> :: muttergrumbles about the Dominion and Hundred needing to paint their damned ships differently ::

 

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