USS Excalibur Sim Log - 02.14.16

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is preparing to enter orbit of our destination. Commander Hawthorne is assembling the away team.

 

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Comm goes out for all AT members (that's all of you) to report to Shuttle Bay Two.

William Chocox -> ::shows up a little bit after the comm::

Cptn Swain -> ::On the bridge, arms crossed.:

Tandaris Admiran -> ::finishes giving orders to the engineer in charge, then heads for the shuttle bay::

Rhan K'hal -> :: sighs, trudges off like a cat getting dragged to the vet ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::grabs gear for popsicle deploy, sprints to the lift:: Shuttle bay 2.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::on her way to the shuttle bay, polar gear in hand.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::exits on bay level, looking for the rendezvous point::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The Excalibur, still cloaked, drops out of warp and enters into orbit.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Already in the shuttle bay, she was going over their supplies. She was wearing her cold weather gear except the heavy coat and gloves, which were too hot to wear on the ship.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: enters the bay, grabs his gear that he had the foresight to shove there and looks for the Cdr ::

Maryse Dubois -> :;Enters the shuttle bay, donning her snow bunny gear. Her coat is folded over one arm, while a medkit is in the other.::

William Chocox -> So...anyone else leave a home planet that was fairly cold by joining Starfleet?

William Chocox -> Because that's why I joined Starfleet.

Hunter Matheson -> ::ducking into the locker room, he drops the white bag, changes to civ, slips on his whites, grabs non-fleet essentials, and exits, sprinting toward the XO::

Hunter Matheson -> ::weapons check, rations check, check check check::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Trill is usually very temperate.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> No. ::She glanced up at Chocox, brow arched.:: When you say cold, how cold do you mean?

Tandaris Admiran -> I do not enjoy the cold.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smiles at Miranda:: This year's winter collection is fabulous.

Rhan K'hal -> :: sees said Cdr, drags his feet the rest of the way over ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances to Tandaris:: Aren't Trill especially sensitive to the cold?

William Chocox -> Depends on what part of the planet you were on.

William Chocox -> Why?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Nods to Rhan.:: How's the coat growing in?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: Well thanks for just spreading it around.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Chuckles as she listens to some of the others complain about the cold.:: It's a shame I couldn't bring some skis along.

William Chocox -> About the only good thing about home.

Hunter Matheson -> ::hanging around, listening, waiting for the brief::

Rhan K'hal -> Nearly fully in by now.

William Chocox -> Looks good on you.

Cptn Swain -> d'Aubugine> ::Approaches Miranda:: Shuttle's loaded, ma'am.

Cptn Swain -> d'Aubugine> Want one of mine to fly it -- or is Matheson?

Hunter Matheson -> ::listening, looks to Hawthorne::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Good. You're going to need it. ::She turned to d'Aubugine.:: Matheson could handle it, but I want one of yours going down with us to babysit the shuttle. He's going to be needed elsewhere.

Cptn Swain -> d'Aubugine> ::Nods:: McClarken will go with you then.

Hunter Matheson -> ::steps forward:: Call signs, ma'am? : :D'Aubugine::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Everybody load up. ::Gesturing to the shuttle.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::already stuffing some gear into the shuttle hold::

William Chocox -> ::steps into the shuttle::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Climbs into the shuttle and finds a seat.::

Cptn Swain -> d'Aubugine> McClarken? Call him Kestrel.

William Chocox -> ::arranges his cold weather gear so he can sit down::

Cptn Swain -> d'Aubugine> ::Waves and heads off.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: enters the shuttle, sits, crosses his arms over his chest and otherwise continues looking resigned ::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Operation call signs, I meant, for Flight Ops and the shuttle.

Hunter Matheson -> ::left alone on the deck, he shrugs, figuring there are none::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Heads for the shuttle.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::enters the shuttle last, making his way forward to the cockpit::

Hunter Matheson -> ::nod to McClarken:: Pre-flight complete, powering up.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Closes up after Hunter enters and secures the door, then takes her own seat and straps in.:: Everyone prepare yourselves. This is going to be bumpy.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::straps in::

William Chocox -> Wonderful.

Maryse Dubois -> Lovely. :;Buckles up::

Hunter Matheson -> ::five pointer secured, he checks everything one more time, then their destination::

Cptn Swain -> McClarken> ::Nods:: Operations has given us the all clear.

William Chocox -> ::straps in as well:

Cptn Swain -> Ithene > ::buckles in::

Hunter Matheson -> ::McClarken:: Aye, ma'am. +Flight OPS+ Shuttle [name] ready to depart the bay.

Cptn Swain -> FlightOps>

Cptn Swain -> FlightOPS> +Shuttle+ All clear.

Hunter Matheson -> ::last few checks:: +Flight OPS+ Shuttle X. Copy that. Departing now. Standard departure vector. Going dark.

Hunter Matheson -> ::smoothly lifts the shuttle from the deck, slow pivot, then out:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::running dark, flying casual::

Hunter Matheson -> ::Hawthorne:: Clear of the bay, Commander. Standard approach vector to the planet. Do we have landing coordinates?

William Chocox -> (("I don't know, fly casual."))

Hunter Matheson -> (heh)

William Chocox -> ::waits for the bumps::

Hunter Matheson -> ::notes them pre-loaded:: Never mind, Commander. I got 'em.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> As the shuttle heads into the outer atmosphere , there are several bumps.

Hunter Matheson -> Entering the atmosphere. Strong crosswinds and eddies.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Yes, we'll be just outside the one of the underground cities. It's where the team's contact last sent a transmission.

Hunter Matheson -> Aye, aye, Commander.

Hunter Matheson -> Hang on for a jet stream. It's gonna be rough. No way to go around.

William Chocox -> Great.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Holds on to her seat, gritting her teeth as the shuttle started to rock and jump.::

Rhan K'hal -> Eddie gets around. If he isn't in the space-time continuum, he's in the atmosphere hanging out at the Crosswinds.

William Chocox -> I hate windstorms.

Hunter Matheson -> Grab a barf bag if you need it. ::watching the console, finger poised to go manual if need be::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Closes her eyes for moment.::

William Chocox -> Don't worry, I'm not going to mess up your shuttle. I know how you flyboys get.

Hunter Matheson -> ::McClarken:: This shuttle used for SPECOPS, ma'am? She handles like a breeze and has a lot of extras. Awesome bird.

Hunter Matheson -> ::not minding the bumps, but he'll probably feel the bruises after they land::

Cptn Swain -> McClarken> ::nods:: Yep. Specially equipped for it.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::hanging on to the seat but otherwise not too badly affected, so far::

Hunter Matheson -> ::grin to McClarken:: I'm getting to like this crew better and better. ::shouts aft over the wind noise:: Exiting the jet stream. Should get easier for a while. ::he hopes::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> The shuttle exits into the fall smoother lower atmosphere, where the crew can see a cold, icy landscape.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She turned to the others, eyeing them.:: So the plan is to find the handler and hopefully have him lead us to the team. If he can be found. This planet is a hodgepodge, so we shouldn't stand out too much.

Hunter Matheson -> ::enjoying McClarken as second seater::

William Chocox -> Annnnd maybe it's colder than home.

Hunter Matheson -> Approaching coordinates. ::McClarken:: How's the landing area look?

Hunter Matheson -> ::other than cold, icy, and barren, he's hoping::

Cptn Swain -> McClarken> Some cross winds we'll have to adjust for, but otherwise we'll be fine.

Hunter Matheson -> ::nods:: I'll deploy the cleats, just in case.

Hunter Matheson -> ETA two minutes. Stand by.

Hunter Matheson -> ::crabbing the shuttle in because of the crosswinds::

William Chocox -> ::closes his eyes::

Hunter Matheson -> ::which means that the nose is pointed a little more than "just" 90 degrees off and we look like a crab on the beach::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::slips on her jacket::

Hunter Matheson -> Skids down in five.. four... three.. two.. one. Skids down. Cleats engaged.

Hunter Matheson -> ::McClarken:: All yours.

Cptn Swain -> McC> ::Nods:: Happy hunting/

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: Everyone remember where we parked.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Nice landing. ::She unbelted herself and pulled on her coat, flipping up the hood.:: We shouldn't have to walk too far to get to the entrance. Hopefully.

Hunter Matheson -> ::unstraps, zips up his suit, secures his boot straps, then shrugs on his jacket::

Maryse Dubois -> ::gets out of her seat and puts her coat on.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::settling his weapon where it is not visible, but fully accessible, turns to Ithene:: Row 7. Always park in row 7, so you don't have to think when you look for it. ::smirk::

William Chocox -> ::gets out of his chair and pulls his coat on as well::

Hunter Matheson -> ::standing ready::]

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Miranda:: As long as we don't lose this one, right?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::takes out tricorder, frowning::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She groaned.:: Don't remind me. That's why I brought a babysitter.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Snickers:: I assumed.

William Chocox -> What's wrong Chief?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Pulls her mask over her face and pulls down her goggles. Grabbing her pack, she glanced at the others, making sure they were ready.:: Here we go...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She slapped the controls and the door opened, hitting them all with an icy blast.::

William Chocox -> Damn!

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: The intense magnetic field is disrupting all but the most basic tricorder functions.

William Chocox -> ::braces himself against the breeze::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns, pulls the jacket up.::

William Chocox -> This will be fun.

Cptn Swain -> ...and...

 

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM