USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.10.16

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has escorted the Vatican back to Camelot Station, which remains rather zoo like. No rest for the wicked, it seems, however as we were greeted with a message that Vice-Admiral Misha Abronvonvich will be coming aboard shortly to meet with Captain Swain and Commander Hawthorne personally. The crew has been ordered to catch their breath, help unload wounded passengers, and maybe have tea if they can manage it.

 

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox -> ::is working in Engineering::

Hunter Matheson -> ::offloading the wounded, since he's trained for that along with a lot of other things he wishes he wasn't:::

Cptn Swain -> ::Glances at Miranda, as he stands to move towards the Ready Room:: (L) Not like Misha to make house calls. This should be... /interesting/

Rhan K'hal -> :: in his usual spot on the bridge, scowling at the sight of Camelot on the viewscreen ::

William Chocox -> Wonder what we're about to be up to now.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Overseeing the transfer of patients.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> No, and I don't particularly like their brand of surprise. ::Giving the bridge a glance before leaving with Swain.::

Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ K'hal to Dr. Dubois.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::William:: I made tea. Can you handle that?

Hunter Matheson -> ::as he wanders through, checking general status, awaiting orders from the docs - because he's not a doctor, he's a corpsman - one patient in particular catches his eye, and he moves in that direction::

Cptn Swain -> ::Enters into the ready room, waiting before the doors close to say anything.:: When I asked what was going on with the Vatican -- they were incredibly tight lipped. ::Pauses:: Even Arden wouldn't tell me on an open channel.

William Chocox -> Yes, I can handle tea.

Rhan K'hal -> :: pouts a little, seems Swain and Hawthorne have wised up to the power of his ears and aren't saying anything while they're still on the bridge ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes her way over to Kitty::

Hunter Matheson -> ::the smell is almost overwhelming, but he does his best to ignore it and kneels down next to the cot, striking up a short conversation with the ensign, who seems way too young for Starfleet:::

William Chocox -> Who can't handle tea?

Maryse Dubois -> +K'hal+ Go ahead. ::Watching an escorted patient go by.::

Rhan K'hal -> +Maryse+ Camelot Medical is understandably still a bit snowed under, but they've made room for the worst of the Vatican lot. I'm transferring down the particulars to your PADD. Contact the transporter room directly for transport of the patients that can't be moved manually.

Rhan K'hal -> :: tilts head Ithene's direction, notes she was able to brush her hair today; always a good sign that we haven't been shot at ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Takes a seat on his couch, resting her arms on her knees for a moment.:: I'd wondered about that. And this secret mission they seemed to be involved in. I assumed he was going to let us in on what's going on.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks at her PADD.:: +K'hal+ Understood, and thanks.

Cptn Swain -> ::Heads over to the small bar in the corner, and begins making tea.:: Tea?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::William:: Good point.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::passes William some tea::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Motions her head towards the RR:: What do you suppose that's all about?

William Chocox -> ::sips it::

William Chocox -> Thank you.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Security (and more practically, Operations) receive notice the Admiral is coming aboard.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Has her staff start marking the ones that need to be transported. Once ready, they begin beaming them off.::

Rhan K'hal -> Probably having something to do with whatever the heck the Vatican nearly got blown up over. :: glances down at the beep :: And that Admiral Tightass is coming aboard.

Tandaris Admiran -> We've had a tough few days

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns:: I don' like it.

Rhan K'hal -> :: taps out that said Admiral is aboard and zips it into the ready room monitor ::

Cptn Swain -> ::Pours two cups of tea, even if Miranda didn't want one, he'd at least have on ready Misha he supposed.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::he stays by her cot until she's taken away, and his professional smile fades quickly as they move towards the exit ::

Rhan K'hal -> Neither do I, but not much we can do about it except wait for the crap to start.

Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath, changes his gloves, tossing the used pair into the recycle bin::

William Chocox -> That we have.

Rhan K'hal -> :: follows the Admiral's progress through the ship via his comm badge signal ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> None for me, thank you. I'm too wired right now. ::Her knee was bouncing uncontrollably.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::after moving through the decontam chamber, he spots Doc DuBois and moves in her direction::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Leans against the console, briefly before heading to the replicator:: Want anything from the replicator? Altairwater, Tea... a glass of warm milk?

Hunter Matheson -> ::she looks awful busy, so he waits for her attention::

Rhan K'hal -> I've a bottle of water stuffed in the cup holder already, thank you.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::pokes idly at a console, noting status on repairs::

Cptn Swain -> ::Comes over the couch with tea.:: The XO of the Vatican wanted me to tell you, again, how thankful she was for your hard work. Especially with their Chief Engineer taking that plasma blast.

William Chocox -> How are repairs coming?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Grins mischievously.::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Notices Hunter approach, she looks over at him.:: You didn't have to help you know. My staff could have handled it. But, thank you anyways.

Rhan K'hal -> Look smart. He'll spit out of the lift any moment. Don't want him to be any grumpier than usual before he sees the command staff.

Tandaris Admiran -> Faster than they could be. It helps that we were so well provisioned, although working on hte Vatican taxed us

Tandaris Admiran -> Now that Camelot's teams are taking over, we can resume regular rotations.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::does a Picard maneuver with her uniform, and hair.::

William Chocox -> Good.

Rhan K'hal -> :: gets on the horn with the transporter room to see how things are going ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda grimaced.:: They had more than a handful. We patched them together as best we could so they could limp in to Camelot, but it could have been worse. She was rather tight-lipped about their mission. I had the impression that she didn't know much.

Hunter Matheson -> ::he nods politely:: I figure an extra hand doesn't hurt, ma'am. Besides, there's no way I can relax when things need tending to, so I'm here until I'm not, ma'am. Anyway, I'm qualified corpsman - combat casualty care, that sort of thing. I can do most anything short of major surgery.

Hunter Matheson -> Oh, and I haven't delivered a baby yet, either. ::minimal crooked grin::

Rhan K'hal -> :: keeps busy so he can avoid leaping out of his seat and mauling the Admiral when he shows up, which he still feels is due after that hatchery mission ::

Cptn Swain -> ::Nodding, taking a drink from his tea.::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods with a slight smile.:: I'll be sure to keep all of that in mind.

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Exits the turbolift, looking more tired and less energetic than was usual for him. He barely even acknowledged the bridge crew, and didn't bother scowling, before headings straight to the RR.::

Hunter Matheson -> So, is there anything I can help with, ma'am?

Rhan K'hal -> :: fur still stands a little bit on end while he pokes rather harder at his console than necessary during the Admiral's transit ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She stood as soon as the Admiral entered, smoothing one hand down her uniform tunic and nodding in greeting.:: Sir.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes her head.:: No, thank you. The last of our patients are being beamed out now.

Cptn Swain -> ::Stands, giving a respectful nod as well.:: Admiral.

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Disappears into the RR.:: Please, have a seat.

Hunter Matheson -> Okay, then. ::he gives a short nod:: I'll move on out.

Rhan K'hal -> :: hops out of his seat as soon as the RR doors close, stalks around the bridge twice until his fur re-settles ::

Tandaris Admiran -> Now that we aren't distracted by marauding Jem'Hadar I wonder what our actual assignment will be

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Almost giggles at Rhan, finally getting her drink from the replicator.:: Sure you don't want some warm milk?

William Chocox -> Indeed. That will be interesting.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods to Hunter, then turns and watches the last patient being beamed out.::

Rhan K'hal -> What I need right now is definitely not available while on duty.

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Making his way over to the couch, he took a seat in the arm chair near Miranda and Swain.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Snorts.:: We're in port, so, I mean, I am sure no one would notice if you got into the catnip.

Rhan K'hal -> :: gives Ithene a sour look ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Considers.:: Though you might want to go into the Obs Lounge if you decide to roll around on your back.

Hunter Matheson -> :::strips the last of the gloves into the recycle bin, moves through the UV lights, and exits the area:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: settles back in his seat, pokes at it, looks over at Ithene :: Hmm, due to a failure of thingie, I have no choice but to cut the science department's computer allocation down to 0.1%.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Snorts:: Want to explain that one to the Captain?

Hunter Matheson -> ::taking the lift to his quarters for a long shower and a fresh uniform::

Rhan K'hal -> :: sigh :: You're damned lucky the Captain is as much of a nerd as you are. If we had a phaser jockey in the command chair they'd never notice at thing.

Tandaris Admiran -> If our next mission isn't too … intense, we should work on some modifications to the long-range sensor array

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Retakes her seat and leans forward on her thighs to keep her knees from bouncing nervously.::

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Clears his throat, realizing that he had to be the one to talk first. He really did look tired.:: Captain, Commander. I wanted to thank you both for the job you did rescuing the Vatican. Captain Varen was exceptionally complimentary of you.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Grins.:: Always know your weight class Rhan... always know your weight class.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes her way back to the science station.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and after exchanging information with his bunkmates, he has a fleeting thought of going to the station, then remembers that it's probably not too relaxing over there, so he enters the lift:: Bridge.

Rhan K'hal -> I also know your weight class, I'm still a few centimeters flatter than I was before you fell on me.

Hunter Matheson -> ::with the final check of his hair and uniform, of course::

Cptn Swain -> ::Glances quickly to Miranda.:: Thank you, sir. I was hoping you'd be able to provide us with some...::considers:: more information about what they were doing out there?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Rolls her eyes.:: That was months ago, Kitty. Sticks and stones though.

Hunter Matheson -> ::steps out onto the bridge, not too surprised to find others there::

Hunter Matheson -> ::nods in greeting to Khal and Ithene:: Ma'am. Sir.

Rhan K'hal -> Don't mention things I can throw while a certain flag officer is in the next room.

Rhan K'hal -> Hey Gunny. Run out of things to do?

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Clears his throat again.:: Well, unfortunately I can only tell you that you'll have to continue wondering. The only additional information I have to add is that you should not mention the incident further in your logs, and your crew should be under the impression that talking about it won't exactly... further their careers.

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, sir. Getting bored, but I guess I shouldn't say that 'cause you know what happens.

Hunter Matheson -> We have a flag on board?

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Looks at both of them.:: Am I clear?

Rhan K'hal -> :: nods ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: The Admiral himself.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She frowned, but nodded.:: Of course, sir.

Maryse Dubois -> :;After making sure Sickbay was clear, she finds herself up on the bridge.::

Cptn Swain -> ::Considers protesting, but decides better of it. Takes a sip of tea instead.::

Hunter Matheson -> Huh. ::kind of surprised, but not that surprised, he slips behind the helm:: I'm going to say I shouldn't even think about asking?

Rhan K'hal -> :: ears flit back at the lift door opening again :: Hey Doc, empty out the barn already?

Hunter Matheson -> I figure it's safer that way.

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> Good. Now, to the matter that brought me here. I am assuming you're both wondering why I came to you, instead of my usual summons?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Says her hellos and nods at K'hal.:: Yeah. We are finally clear.

Rhan K'hal -> Good thinking, Gunny.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Gives Hunter a nod, before turning to the newest edition of the Bridge.:: Maryse.

Cptn Swain -> The thought had crossed my mind, Admiral.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Leans against the rail.:: So, what's the gossip topic for today?

Cptn Swain -> Abronvinvich> ::Glances away for a moment.:: I have a... special mission for you. One that I cannot trust with anyone else currently under my command.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Listens intently, eyebrows rising in surprise.::

William Chocox -> Anything you have in mind?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Takes a drink of her warm jalla juice, and decides to let the Kitty be the gossip in chief for a change.::

Rhan K'hal -> Mental contemplation of what brings the Admiral :: somehow manages to make the rank sound like a swear word, the wonders of the Caitian palate :: aboard mostly.

Hunter Matheson -> ::he starts a rundown of helm and navigation systems, lining things up, running diagnostics, the usual:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::listening to the chatter behind him, of course::

Maryse Dubois -> The Admiral is on board? Things MUST be serious then.

Rhan K'hal -> Mmhmm, he's right in there. :: thumb jerk toward the RR doors ::

Cptn Swain -> Abronvonvich> A few days ago we lost contact with a Starfleet team that had gone into... unfriendly space to attempt to make contact with elements of the Vorta Council that we believe might be able to help us get this situation back under some semblance of control.

Rhan K'hal -> Though in less weighty matters, I also heard that Ithene started a pool about which system Cdr Admiran will try to "renovate" next, with an over/under on time to failure.

Cptn Swain -> Abronvonvich> ::Pauses, standing, clearing his throat.:: They were to report in once they had met with their contact on the Dominion held planet of Artain IV.

Tandaris Admiran -> I'm not happy with the refresh rate on the array. Something in the last upgrade—maybe the new space-time driver coils in the impulse engines--is reducing its efficiency.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: You're just sour that you're not going to win.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: As long as he stays away from any of my equipment.

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he finds the minor helm glitch has been corrected::it's the little things::

Rhan K'hal -> Hey, I can't play, I have insider information. :: pats his console lovingly ::

Cptn Swain -> Abronvonvich> They're overdue. I want you to find them and bring them back... alive. I don't care about the mission anymore. I just want them brought back home and in one piece.

William Chocox -> What can we do about that?

Hunter Matheson -> ::check... check... check:::

Tandaris Admiran -> That's what we need to find out.

Hunter Matheson -> ::and that's about all he can do since they're on station power and control::

Tandaris Admiran -> That is the joy and frustration when we have so many interacting systems of such complexity.

Tandaris Admiran -> Upgrade one component, and ou can’t always predict how the others will react.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> And why can you not trust anyone with this mission? It isn't as though you've sent a secret team in to disrupt relations with the Dominion. Right? ::A bit suspicious.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::flicks everything off, logs out, pats the console and stands, stretching::

Cptn Swain -> ::Can't hide his surprise, looks to Miranda and then to the Admiral.:: If I may, sir... what makes this team special enough to risk sending us deeply into... unfriendly space as you put it? Artain IV is well-inside their space.

Rhan K'hal -> Might as well get some R&R, Gunny. I have a feeling we'll be doing something idiotic, dangerous, and probably illegal, considering. :: thumb jerk to the RR again ::

Cptn Swain -> Abronvonvich> ::Without missing a beat.:: Because the officer leading the team is my son. And I don't give a damn about anything else but being able to hug him again.

Hunter Matheson -> Copy that, Sir. Thing is, the station is so jammed, where do we go for R&R?

Rhan K'hal -> Well, knowing you, R&R might serve better as workout. Try the gym.

William Chocox -> That's true.

 

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM