USS Excalibur Sim Log - 07.10.16

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has entered into the "soup" of a the gravimetric disturbances in pursuit of the Dominion attack ship that escaped from the station with two crewmembers and the prototype for a subspace weapon originally designed by the Excalibur.

 

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox -> ::monitors the cloak from Engineering::

Cptn Swain -> ::On the bridge, frowning::

Hunter Matheson -> ::His focus intense as he navigates through the gravimetric mud, not having much success in avoiding the eddies, which is taking a toll on the IDS:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::thinking::

NDak -> ::Also on the bridge, trying not to hover:

Rhan K'hal -> :: hijacked the aux tactical station and is using all the scientific sensors to peer through the soup, sending constant updates to Hunter at helm ::

William Chocox -> Penny for your thoughts sir.

NDak -> Ithene> ::Keeping a weather eye on the eddies::

Hunter Matheson -> ::notes the upcoming level of activity, thankful for the updates:: IDS might not work well in this next mess. I'm going to suggest strapping in, or at least hold on tight... ::general announcement::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: I'm thinking about how to stop the subspace weapon.

Tandaris Admiran -> The weapon as it was originally designed was made with a wormhole in mind—and not just any wormhole, mind you, but an artificially-constructed one.

Tandaris Admiran -> Consequently it functions slightly differently from more general-purpose subspace weapons.

William Chocox -> Ok. What if we blow it up?

Tandaris Admiran -> Well, worst-case scenario we inadvertently detonate it and create a subspace rift that destroys everything within a half-light-year volume and prevents warp travel for several decades.

William Chocox -> Never mind then.

Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: It's too quiet.

Tandaris Admiran -> Best-case scenario, we destabilize the component elements and cause a pinpoint implosion of space-time that destroys everything within 3 to 5 AU,

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda sat in her usual seat on the bridge, busy scrolling through her data padd. She was most worried about the toll that was being taken on the ship from the cloak's power drain and the rough riding through the nebula. She glanced up at Swain, scowling.:: You're never supposed to say that.

William Chocox -> Still not reassuring.

Tandaris Admiran -> I mean … ideally … I would love to prevent them from _building_ it in the first place.

Rhan K'hal -> Gunny, try changing attitude to go aft first into the next rollercoaster. The subspace field is always slightly stronger around the nacelles, that may make it easier for IDS to compensate. That is if you feel comfortable making course changes in reverse.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Never. That's like rule number one in Command class.

Tandaris Admiran -> But if that's not possible, we need to have a countermeasure

William Chocox -> Right.

Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: I have never followed that rule.

Tandaris Admiran -> And I've been trying to see if there is anything about the weapon's unusual original target that might offer insight.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> So whatever follows is your fault. ::Waving a finger at him.:: Remember that.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps out onto the bridge, leaning on the rail to look around.::

William Chocox -> What was the target?

Tandaris Admiran -> The wormhole.

William Chocox -> Ah.

Rhan K'hal -> :: tilts ear at the door swoosh, sends an distracted wave to the door after getting the telltale whiff of whatever soap Maryse uses ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::hearing K'hal, he shifts to calculate the move:: Trying is better than dying, sir. And there really didn't any forward or back in a starship.... ::::shifts gears to reverse in::

Tandaris Admiran -> I'm going up to the bridge. Continue monitoring the cloak.

Hunter Matheson -> ::macabre humor:: Like backing into a parking place at full in a gale....

William Chocox -> Will do sir.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles, waving to Rhan.::

Cptn Swain -> ::Smirks:: Has Commander d'Aubigné and that fighter wing managed to get the Lancelot's retrofitted for this ::makes a motion to the mostly obscured viewer::

Rhan K'hal -> I have complete confidence in you Gunny. Otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Frowns at a spike in gravitational energy::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::sends the update to Hunter:;

Hunter Matheson -> Thank you, sir. Not sure I have that much confidence in the ship, though.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::eters TL:: Bridge.

NDak -> ::Glances over K'Hal's shoulder::

Rhan K'hal -> :: frowns at the same spike, uses the algorithm he set up to send all possible avoidance routes to helm ::

Hunter Matheson -> :::as he continues to press into the controls:: I'm guessing this doesn't affect the cloak?

Rhan K'hal -> :: does a few energetic tail-whips as he senses NDak getting too close - AGAIN ::

William Chocox -> ::keeps monitoring, trying to compensate where he can::

NDak -> Ithene> Assuming the cloak is actually being effective in this mess. The Dominion has better sensors than we do.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I think so, or nearly. The last report said they were just about ready to test it. You want me to give the go ahead?

Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Yes, though do tell her to be careful.

Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes sweep the data as it flies by from K'hal, chooses the best one and leans into it:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::shows up on the bridge::

Rhan K'hal -> You might want to wait to send the fighters out for a few minutes, sirs. Sending them out now would be like chicks learning how to fly in a hurricane.

Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Coordinate with flight ops.

Hunter Matheson -> ::damn, K'hal got that right:::

Rhan K'hal -> Aye, Captain.

NDak -> ::Makes his way back over to the ring::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::goes up to Ithene::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Glances at Tandaris::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Commander...

Rhan K'hal -> :: lets his more standard operations officer that's manning the standard console deal with the flight ops communications ::

Rhan K'hal -> Nice glide there, Gunny. Just a few more of those pimples in space-time before it goes back to what qualifies as normal for this sector. How's the aft-first handling?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: I have some questions about verteron field inversions.

Hunter Matheson -> Not as bad as I thought, sir. It seems to be making a little better ride, and we'll hang loose as long as you feed me the data.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::narrows her glance:: i see.

Hunter Matheson -> ::wan smile:: I sure wouldn't want to do this on a regular basis, though... :::jumps at an unexpected eddy surprise:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: adjusts forward sensor strength momentarily to get a better sense of the next bump in the road, sends the optimal paths again to helm ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She sent a message to Commander d'Aubigné with the Captain's orders and additional warnings to be careful. The flight crew would have been monitoring the conditions outside, but it never hurt to be overly cautious.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::lets out a breath, checks the gauges and grabs onto the best path:::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks to and leans over Rhan's shoulder, similar in fashion as NDak previously did. She did it mainly to tease the Kitty.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Ithene:: As far as I can recall, the original subspace weapon was designed to reverse the polarity of the verteron nodes within the wormhole. The resulting field inversion was supposed to destabilize the nodes, pushing the entire wormhole out of subspace, collapsing its manifold as a result.

Rhan K'hal -> You want to try this, Doc? It's just like an old-fashioned video game, with an extremely realistic vibration feature. :: like clockwork, the ship shudders a bit as they come out the far side of the last bump ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: Pretty ingenious, really. But

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That makes it a little less suitable for other purposes.

Hunter Matheson -> ::doesn't realize the sweat is wicking through his uniform; that's the least of his worries:::

Tandaris Admiran -> Exactly. I'm wondering if we could turn that to our advantage.

Rhan K'hal -> Last one is a doozy, Gunny. Sending your the paths now. :: does so ::

Hunter Matheson -> On it, Sir.

Tandaris Admiran -> Is there a way to simulate a verteron field inversion without, you know, destabilizing the local subspace grid?

Hunter Matheson -> :::brain kicks in, he grabs the best path on instinct, and runs with it:::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Lifts a brow:: Possibly.

Rhan K'hal -> :: zings a variant on the collision alarm through the ship that he came up with to signal for potentially more violent turbulence ::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Puts her hands on Rhan to keep her footing, then smiles.:: No thanks. I'm not much for video games. ::A little quieter.:: Beside, I figured you would prefer me over your shoulder instead of someone else.

Rhan K'hal -> :: loud enough for just Maryse :: He's a bit of a vulture, hovering over everything, isn't he?

Cptn Swain -> ::Leans back in his chair::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and if he was a telepath, he'd tell everyone to sit the hell down and strap in:::

William Chocox -> ::makes sure he's holding on to his chair::

Hunter Matheson -> ::mutters:: Damn... ::louder:: Hang on!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Message sent, she glanced up to the main viewer, gaze flitting between the various stations. At Hunter's warning, she gripped her chair tightly.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: gets a grip on the console with one arm, gets a hold of Maryse with the other ::

NDak -> ACTION> Excalibur pitches as the IDS are already heavily compromised with the cloaking changes.

Tandaris Admiran -> So what if we saturated a volume with verteron particles and simulated the inversion while the weapon was being activated? Its systems would—whoa! ::stumbles, grabs edge of the console to keep himself from hitting the deck.

William Chocox -> Whoa

Maryse Dubois -> ::Grips tightly.:: I'm sure you wouldn't catch him like that. ::grins.::

NDak -> ::Grips the railing::

Rhan K'hal -> :: claws out, on the console only, putting yet another K'hal stamp on the furniture of the Ship ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::madly varying the angle of insertion and the speed to match whatever we hit ,but it doesn't seem to work, and he hits his head on the console, but he's alive:::

Cptn Swain -> ::Feels his stomach turn::

Tandaris Admiran -> As I was saying, its systems would react with the verterons—but as it's in normal space, and the field inversion is already in progress, that should cancel out the weapon's effect and keep subspace intact.

William Chocox -> ((How many Catian scratches are there on this ship?))

Hunter Matheson -> (cat tats)

Hunter Matheson -> (mark of the mastah)

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Having nearly lost her seat:: Yes, but knowing when that launch happens...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Matheson. ::Having seen that head crack.:: Doctor, if you would...

Tandaris Admiran -> Well, yes. That is the hard part. I would much rather we stop the weapon from being built or apprehend it before it comes to that.

Rhan K'hal -> :: releases Maryse as the turbulence levels out, calls in relief for Hunter ::

Cptn Swain -> ACTIONS> Tactical alerts begin tripping to our starboard and dorsal port section.

Hunter Matheson -> ::still focused on the console, he doesn't notice the drizzle of blood:::

Rhan K'hal -> Craptastic, now what? :: looks to the alerts ::

Hunter Matheson -> Bringing the ship around to defense position.

William Chocox -> That's hardly ever a good sign.

Cptn Swain -> ::Glances over to Tandaris: Can we do that?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Releases her grip of Rhan, then straightens up.:: Thanks. ::Looks at his screen a moment.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Swain:: Do what?

Cptn Swain -> Take a defensive posture with the cloak up and your modifications active?

Rhan K'hal -> Anonymous Helm Relief Person #1> :: jogs onto the bridge and down the helm console ::

Tandaris Admiran -> Well if we need to defend ourselves that suggests the cloak doesn't need to be up

Hunter Matheson -> Maximum defense position achieved. It's still not a smooth ride, but it's not as bad as it was.

Tandaris Admiran -> I mean, normal rules apply: cloak up means no shields

William Chocox -> ((Glad he was able to get a job in Starfleet. Anywhere else and that name would be awkward.))

Cptn Swain -> ::Frowns:: Any better idea of what we're working with?

Tandaris Admiran -> And these gravimetric eddies means phasers are useless and torpedoes are … well … hazardous.

Hunter Matheson -> ::doesn't notice the helm relief, and when he does, waves him/her off:::

Rhan K'hal -> Stand down, Gunny. Your head may be hard as neutronium but Doc needs to look at it. Plus you've been flying for nearly 4 hours in this, you need a break.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns her attention from Rhan and his console, then moves down to see Hunter.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::glance from K'hal to relief, not sure what to do, but he does obey:: Aye, sir.

Maryse Dubois -> Sit over there, Mr. Matheson. ::Pointing to an unused chair.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::quick recap to the relief, then hands it over::

Cptn Swain -> Tactical> I am detecting what appear to be Dominion power signatures.

Rhan K'hal -> AHRP1> :: takes over now that it's at the "easy" part ::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Grabs an emergency medkit from a wall panel, bringing it over.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::unspoken swear, he sits:::

Cptn Swain -> Let me guess... tactical display is inoperative.

Hunter Matheson -> I'm good, Doc. It's only a scratch. I'm good.

Hunter Matheson -> Water would be nice, though.

Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: The only time you'll hear me say I don't like space phenomena.

Tandaris Admiran -> I highly recommend we do not get involved in a firefight here, Captain.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She smirked at Swain.:: What? You? I thought you loved them all equally.

Cptn Swain -> ::Admiran:: I agree, let's hope our cloaking device works.

NDak -> ::On the edge of the bridge continuing to frown, deeply::

Hunter Matheson -> ::one leg bounces from the adrenaline rush::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Visually examines the cut before grabbing a tricorder.:: I'll be the judge of whether you are good or not. Here. ::Places a gauze pad on the cut to stop the bleeding so she can scan.:: Hold it there please.

Rhan K'hal -> I can't even let the lounge use full lighting Captain, let alone have the holographic tactical display on. That cloak sucks up power like a Klingon guzzles bloodwine. Like creator like creation, I suppose.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::peers over Ithene's shoulder at the sensor read-outs, nervous because of the Dominion's past abilities to see through cloaks::

Hunter Matheson -> ::Holds it there:::

NDak -> (( everyone give me a number 1-10 ))

Hunter Matheson -> 7

Rhan K'hal -> (( 8 ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She spared the Romulan a glance, remembering his brother was captured.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ((9))

Maryse Dubois -> ::Scans.:: Hmm...You are lucky it's just a laceration. ::Pulls out a dermal regenerator, moving the guaze pad gently.::

Maryse Dubois -> ((6))

Hunter Matheson -> ::still pumped from the last 4 hours::

Hunter Matheson -> :;slight wince:::

Maryse Dubois -> How long have you been on helm today? ::Running the regenerator along the cut.::

William Chocox -> ((4))

Cptn Swain -> << rip >>

Maryse Dubois -> ((uh oh))

Hunter Matheson -> Yeah, they say I have a hard head. But I don't think they mean physically. ::slight smirk::

William Chocox -> ((Oops))

Hunter Matheson -> I don't keep track, ma'am. I just do the job, however long it takes.

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Tactical arms trip as polaric surge heads towards us, e.g., weapons fire

Maryse Dubois -> Well give yourself 30 to 40 minutes to get food and something to drink, then you'll be fine to return.

Rhan K'hal -> Oh [redacted].

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::seeing the polaron build-up on the sensors:: Oh dear.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Finishes up just as she looks up at Rhan's comment.::

Cptn Swain -> ACTION> Excalibur is struck by weapons fire from a Dominion fighter.

William Chocox -> ::a string of expletives can be heard from William's station::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Finds herself falling backwards.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::jolted by the weapons fire, he doesn't want to leave the bridge and glances from Swain to Hawthorne and K'hal:::

Cptn Swain -> Tactical> ::Quite dead::

Hunter Matheson -> ::grabs Maryse::

NDak -> ::By second nature takes the tactical console::

Cptn Swain -> Bring us about. Drop cloak.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::knocks into Ithene before hitting the ground:: Agh

Hunter Matheson -> ::slips into aux helm::

Hunter Matheson -> ::but not before securing the doc, of course::

Maryse Dubois -> ::With aid from Hunter, doesn't find herself hitting the floor. Stands upright.:: Thanks.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::grasps for Tandaris::

Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over, sees Tactical is quite dead, then sees NDak moving to the console - mutters a second before granting his DNA signature access to it ::

Rhan K'hal -> (( NDak* ... just the thought of him being NDad is enough to spark nightmares for a month ))

Maryse Dubois -> ::Moves over to the dead tactical officer, checking his pulse. She sighs.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ((Well, Rhan, let me tell you about this time N'Dak visited Cait….))

NDak -> Shields up... ::frowns as he quickly tries to familiarize himself with the weapons arrays::

Hunter Matheson -> ;:coordinating with Helm#1:::

Maryse Dubois -> ((lol))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::rights himself with Ithene's assistance::

Cptn Swain -> ::Miranda:: Don't say a word.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Cuts a glare in Swain's direction, her frown matching the Romulan's.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::takes the engineering station, pulls up systems status::

NDak -> Incoming weapons fire.

Tandaris Admiran -> It's a fighter.

Cptn Swain -> Tandaris... if we activate the gravitec counter measures in this stuff?

Tandaris Admiran -> ((What counter measures?))

Rhan K'hal -> :: half to himself :: Guess this is as good a time for testing the fighters as any. :: calls down to d'A ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::to helm 1:: Take care of maneuvers. I'll see what I can do with positioning.

Rhan K'hal -> :: reviews how the enemy is flying ::

Tandaris Admiran -> Captain, recommend we set a course directly for the eddies rather than trying to avoid them.

Maryse Dubois -> ::After checking on the now dead tac, she gets up and sits in the chair next to Rhan, so she isn't bounced around.:: So much for cloak, huh.

Cptn Swain -> (( We're armed with gravitic counter measures for anti-torpedo warfare ))

Cptn Swain -> ::Nods:: Do it.

Tandaris Admiran -> ((Well they aren't using torpedoes, so ...))

William Chocox -> ::monitors the damage reports::

Rhan K'hal -> I concur, the fighter can handle the lower-spec anomalies as if it were in normal space, but they don't have the power to deal with the larger ones according to my analysis of their flight pattern.

Cptn Swain -> (( Right, but they basically generate gravity wells of their own using charged gravitons))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::nods at Rhan:: Exactly. We'll take a beating, but they'll have to choose whether to follow us and risk being destroyed or let us go.

Tandaris Admiran -> Far better chances for us than trying to fight it in this.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I concur.

NDak -> Another round of weapons fire incoming. ::Frowns:: They appear not to care if they further distabilize the area or not.

Rhan K'hal -> :: begins setting up a "hold on to your butts" flight path through the anomalies if Swain gives the go ahead ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::monitoring the destabilization of the area, conferring with his "relief"::::

Cptn Swain -> Do it.

Rhan K'hal -> :: sends the possibilities to helms ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::helm 1 looks at him and he nods:::

Tandaris Admiran -> +Chocox+ We are about to enter even more powerful eddies. Reroute power to engines and shields, and shut down secondary EPS conduits to prevent overload.

Hunter Matheson -> ::helm 1 takes the major points, he takes the stabilization areas:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: nods over at his Ops counterpart to do the usual optimizations while he continues to play Map That Eddy ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Sure, we're not supposed to get into a firefight, but did anyone tell them that? ::Scowling at the viewscreen.::

William Chocox -> On it sir. ::starts rerouting::

NDak -> ACTION> The Dominion weapons fire misses us, but it causes additional eddies to flare up.

Hunter Matheson -> ::bypasses the expletive that wanted to jump out in favor of making the best of their position:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: continues to update the picture for the helmsmen as it evolves, both naturally and artificially, this time picking a hard path ::

NDak -> Should I return fire?

Cptn Swain -> ::Bites his lip::

Cptn Swain -> ...and...

Maryse Dubois -> I doubt the Jem Hadar care if they are destroyed in the process. Victory is life, or so they say.

Hunter Matheson -> ::thinks hell yeah:::

 

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

 

Cptn Swain -> Though if you could all hang out for a moment... I have some good things for folks!

Cptn Swain -> Mister Matheson, K'hal and Chocox, please step up will you.

William Chocox -> ::hides behind K'hal::

Cptn Swain -> Now now... no hiding.

Rhan K'hal -> :: steps up, drags William out from behind ::

William Chocox -> Alright, alright.

Hunter Matheson -> ::sharp attention, moving forward, ignoring the pain in his backside from sitting for FOUR hours at helm::

Hunter Matheson -> ::cough::

Maryse Dubois -> hehe

Cptn Swain -> It had been brought to my attention by Commander Hawthorne that the three of you have performed above the call of duty on numerous occasions and that all of you are overdue for a good whipping.

Cptn Swain -> I mean... promotion.

Cptn Swain -> I guess we can do a whipping too if you're into those sort of celebrations.

William Chocox -> Ooooooh.

Hunter Matheson -> : :blink::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Whip in one hand, pip box in the other.::

Cptn Swain -> ::Snickers::

Cptn Swain -> Commander if you'd please...

William Chocox -> No whips please.

Cptn Swain -> Mister Matheson, you are herby promoted to the rank of Master Sergeant.

Hunter Matheson -> Sir, thank you, Sir.

Cptn Swain -> Mister Chocox, you are herby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, with all the privileges and duties expected of that rank.

William Chocox -> (W) Careful with that stick up your ass Hunter.

William Chocox -> Thank you sir.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Like the responsibility of not blowing up the ship with a homemade bomb.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glare::

Maryse Dubois -> busted

William Chocox -> What homemade bomb?

Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, much better to blow up an allied vessel with a homemade bomb and cause a diplomatic incident.

Tandaris Admiran -> I mean, uh

Tandaris Admiran -> Homemade bombs bad.

Hunter Matheson -> ::turns to Cho:: The one that's in your.... ::notes the glare::

Cptn Swain -> Mister K'hal, you are herby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, with all of the privies and duties expected of that rank.

William Chocox -> Commander Admiran, are you building a bomb?

Rhan K'hal -> Dangit, I can't call Hunter "Gunny" anymore. Stupid promotions.

Cptn Swain -> Congratulations to all three of you.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Yes, you can, Rhan.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> His rank is actually Master Gunnery Sergeant.

Hunter Matheson -> ::grin::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ;)

William Chocox -> Lol

Rhan K'hal -> Oh good. Never mind then, yay promotions.

Maryse Dubois -> yay

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Dispenses the pips, drawing blood on at least two of the sacrifices.::

William Chocox -> Ow!

William Chocox -> Everytime!

Rhan K'hal -> Also yay for a layer of fur padding.

Hunter Matheson -> Thank you, ma'am... sir.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Congrats to the three of you and keep up the good work.

Cptn Swain -> Hear, hear.

Hunter Matheson -> ::SWCC don't feel the pain:::

Maryse Dubois -> Don't make him bleed again. I just patched him.

Hunter Matheson -> There ya go. I already need a new uniform.

Cptn Swain -> Alrighty, good work.

Hunter Matheson -> And I think I better move over, if that's acceptable.

Cptn Swain -> We'll pick up where we left off next week.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Nice simming, all. See you next week.

Cptn Swain -> Have a good week.