USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.28.16

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has returned to Camelot, where a full-scale evacuation of civilian and non-essential personnel is occurring. Swain and other senior command officers have been meeting on Camelot in strategy sessions. Additional Klingon, Romulan and Federation forces have arrived as they've been recalled from current missions. In addition, another group of Dominon forces have arrived in the system. Engineering is working with Issaha N'Dak on possible counter measures to the weapon, while the rest of the crew has been assigned to assist with the evacuation.

 

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Cptn Swain -> #::On Camelot, in the Round table room, during a break::

Hunter Matheson -> ::somewhere working with the evacuees::

Rhan K'hal -> # :: taking a break from the Excalibur and assisting Sprint's team over on Camelot ::

Cptn Swain -> #::Mostly alone as all but a few others had left the room to grab coffee or use the facilities::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters engineering after a brief respite::

NDak -> ::Brings cups of a hot beverage of Romulan origin that most closely resembled hot chocolate, and some kind of Romulan confection into engineering::

NDak -> #Cormoran> ::Takes a padd from Sprint, glancing over to Khal:: Mister Khal.

Hunter Matheson -> ::cargo bay, setting up for sleeping and rations:::

William Chocox -> So, we shrink ourselves Ant-Man style and sabotage it from within.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::walks in and overhears this, stops:: What is an "ant man"?

NDak -> Issaha> ::Sits the tray down net to Will::

NDak -> Issaha> Ie, I was about to ask the same question. What is an ant-man?

Rhan K'hal -> # :: glances over :: Yes, Commander?

William Chocox -> He's an old superhero from Earth.

Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, checking inventory before heading to her office.::

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> Thanks for coming over to help. ::Smiles again:: Asher... Captain Swain speaks highly of your abilities.

Tandaris Admiran -> What is a "superhero"?

NDak -> Issaha> ::Lifts abrow::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::gives Issaha a look as if to say, "Humans are weird"::

NDak -> Issaha> ::returns the glance, knowingly:: Anyway.. I brought Hot Jahlen and I think au call them cookies.

Semil -> @ :: elsewhere, at a facility under control of The Hundred, reading intel reports of Dominion fleet activities ::

NDak -> Issaha> I was able to get the replicators to make a decent attempt at Jahlen. I doubt it will be a good as the real thing, but... there is little we can do.

William Chocox -> ::facepalms:: A hero that typically has super powers or super gadgets.

Rhan K'hal -> # Happy to help, and glad he didn't mention I can also be a pain in the tail. Or that you were too diplomatic to add it if he did. :: grin ::

William Chocox -> And I apologize for the state of our replicators.

Tandaris Admiran -> Oooh, I haven't had Jahlen in ages.

NDak -> Issaha> ::Nods:: Still, I thought au would enjoy it.

William Chocox -> Never had it.

Cptn Swain -> # ::Frowns looking at the status display. They still had little idea of what the rogue Jem'Hadar -- whatever they called themselves -- were planning on doing. The last hour of their meetings has been almost completely derailed by Weyoun and Keevan posturing and he had the feeling both knew more than they were willing to let on in front of the other.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::takes a sip of the Jahlen, frowns slightly, but knocks more back:: So have you two figured out a more sane plan than mine?

Hunter Matheson -> ::workworkwork::

Semil -> @ :::deep frown::: So they've done it.

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> Ash... ::he forced a smile:: Captain Swain rarely talks about work.

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> Or at least personnel matters. So, it's a very high praise when he mentions it at all.

Semil -> @ :::confirming the convergence of capital ships belonging to both Keevan and Weyoun in the Avalon system:::

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> But well earned, I think.

NDak -> Issaha> ::sinks into the chair with his drink:: Not yet.

NDak -> Issaha> Every sane plan seems to fall flat.

William Chocox -> ::drinks:: Actually pretty good.

Tandaris Admiran -> That tends to be the story of my life.

NDak -> Issaha> ::Nods:: Ie.

NDak -> Issaha> Brother and I have been in some tight spots before.

Semil -> @ :::amazed at the lengths the Vorta Council will go to avoid turning control of the Dominion to its rightful heirs:::

NDak -> Issaha> We've always seemed to figure something out. But I don't think he has any better ideas about this. He's not much into science. Great tactical mind, mind you -- but doesn't really care about... you know... what us au human word... nord? Nord things?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Takes a seat in her office, with a hot cup of tea placed near her. She begins going over evacuation plans and distribution of medical supplies.::

Rhan K'hal -> # :: nods, pleased; not deaf to the twice corrected familiarity regarding Swain, but in no need to challenge it :: I'll happily take the roundabout compliment then. Can't blame him for not talking about work lately though, since officially we've been off "watering flowers." :: eyeroll ::

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> ::Smiles warmly:: Such is life in the Quadrant.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: gathering her belongings for the civilian transport to the wormhole ::

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> Hmm... the next batch of ships are lining up for departure. Care to direct them off?

Semil -> @ :::reviewing what assets are in place::: Do we have any evidence that our diplomatic wing has been violated in our absence?

Rhan K'hal -> # Will do, sir.

Cptn Swain -> #::Frowns again, heading over to the replicator to make tea:: Why don't we just abandon the whole station and be done with it.

William Chocox -> Nord?

NDak -> Issaha> You know a ::says something in Romulan, before huffing:: someio who's into like science and technology and speculative fiction.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::looking over some of their half-drawn up schemes, shaking his head::

NDak -> Issaha> ::Tandaris:: I did notice something going over the old logs Captain Corizon gave you... err us.

Semil -> @ :::recalls promises made by the former Camelot commander about sealing the wing where the Hundred previously took residence:::

William Chocox -> Nerd?

NDak -> Issaha> Ie ie, that's it! Nerd! Brother isn't much of a nerd. Too dour.

Cptn Corizon -> # ::from the Corrner:: I made that suggestion several years ago.

Rhan K'hal -> # :: uses his rather blunt style to get the ships moving in the right direction, in the right order, and in the right timeframe; also not above a little intimidation to civilian pilots where necessary ::

William Chocox -> Alright.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: using her credentials, disengages active protocols involving her diplomatic missions to the Scorpiad, effectively ending that mission ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::looks at Will:: You're decidedly a nerd though. ::nods::

William Chocox -> So...do we start going with insane ideas?

NDak -> Issaha> ::turns back to Tandaris:: There was a name on a number of the files that I think could be of some use. A Captain Sorehl I think.

NDak -> Issaha> Do au know him? I mean I know au were just a junior officer when it was built but still...

NDak -> Issaha> ::eats a cookie::

William Chocox -> ::eats one as well::

Semil -> @ :::reviews the intelligence briefings on Jem'Hadar defections and other fleet movements:::

Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, I worked with Captain Sorehl a few times. But I haven't seen him in years.

Tandaris Admiran -> I don't know if is even still active. I suppose I can make inquiries.

Semil -> @ :::looks to his First::: How well known is this broadcast?

NDak -> Issaha> ::Nods:: He might be of some use in coming up with a saner plan.

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> :: enters sickbay and expertly winds her way through the chaos to arrive at the CMO's office, chimes ::

Cptn Swain -> # ::glances over to Corizon, over his tea:: Hmm I see.

Cptn Corizon -> # But we're still here.

William Chocox -> You're just prejudiced against my ideas.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: notes protocols now showing inactive ::

Cptn Corizon -> # I am sure that, the President and all of the brass are talking about that right now.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Had been engrossed in a Padd. Looks up.:: Enter.

Cptn Swain -> #Since when were you one to counsel patience?

Tandaris Admiran -> All right, I will get on that. You two start preparing my insane plan, and the two least worst of the sane plans, for presentation to Swain.

Hunter Matheson -> ::workworkwork::

William Chocox -> Aye sir.

Semil -> @ :::considers whether this is information to withhold, since it could work to undermine the Vorta Council's control of Dominion assets:::

NDak -> Issaha> Ie.

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> :: enters :: Hi Doc. Crewman Elise Maiandra. Lt. K'hal scheduled me to come down here, saying you'd probably be in need of some help with supplies by this time.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: pulls up the hood of her cloak, moves to exit the Diplomatic Hub into Embassy Row, Deck 27 ::

William Chocox -> ::starts working::

NDak -> Issaha> ::Will:: So, is there any one in au life? Girl... ::considers:: boy ::considered:: transgendered person in au life?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: Did he now? ::Pushes a PADD towards the edge of the desk.:: There's my inventory.

William Chocox -> ::blinks:: No.

Semil -> @ :::considers, wishes his new gods valued free will a little less::: Eloi would tell me decisions are the forge of character. :::feeling that familiar crisis of faith:::

Rhan K'hal -> # :: gets that lot of ships off without having to break into the special swear words :: One down... :: looks at console :: wow, we don't even have an official estimate for the total workload. Yay, chaos.

Cptn Swain -> @Cormoran> ::brightens:: That sounds like an excellent project for you, Mister Khal

Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters his office, looks around:: I really do need to use this thing more often.

NDak -> Issaha> ::frowns:: We should work on that then.

William Chocox -> (M) What is with this crew and my love life?

NDak -> Issaha> Life is far too short to spend your time married to aur job. Don't want to be like my brother.

Semil -> @ :::weighs the probable erosion of power versus the impact of forcing a response from the Alpha powers::: The risk...

William Chocox -> Hm

Tandaris Admiran -> Computer, I want to contact Captain Sorehl. Access Starfleet service records. Where is current posting?

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: heads to the Command Center to pay her respects ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::shakes his head:: Destorie is too married to his job. Always work work work. Never time for his personal life.

NDak -> Issaha> You shouldn't do that. He's very dull at parties. You wouldn't want to be dull at parties Will.

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> :: grabs the PADD, glances over it quickly; is obviously a competent sort :: I should be able to fill in these gaps for you pretty easily, the Lt. had already put in some requests before he went up to Camelot Ops. The rest we'll figure out one way or another. :: copies the data to her own device and pushes the PADD back to Maryse ::

William Chocox -> I'm explosive at parties.

NDak -> Issaha> This one time, we were at the Klingon wedding... ::takes a drink::

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> Captain Sorehl is in inactive status, retired.

NDak -> Issaha> ::nearly spits t out:: I have a hard time believing that.

Hunter Matheson -> ::hefts the last carton of rations to the designated distribution center and is cleared for a break:::

Rhan K'hal -> # I've done more impossible things in the last month. Orchids, really hard to water evenly you know.

William Chocox -> And why is that?

Tandaris Admiran -> That's what I thought. Do you have a forwarding address?

Semil -> @ :::wallowing in indecision:::

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> I get the feeling you secretly like bringing order to chaos. A little Caitian Borg Queen.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Excellent. I know things might get a little crazy with the evacuation and all.

Rhan K'hal -> # Resistance if futile. Especially if you don't like claws in your butt. :: grins, rolls his chair over to a console and settles in ::

Cptn Swain -> Issaha> Because I can always tell, you know.

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> Communications for Captain Sorehl are directed to the Avalon Colony, personal residence on the surface.

Cptn Swain -> Issaha> ::sighs:: You're far too buttoned up to ever be fun at a party.

Hunter Matheson -> ::drags himself out of the lift on the Marine deck and beelines it to the lounge::

Cptn Swain -> Issaha> :tilts head: Unless au had some ale perhaps.

Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, well, that's more convenient.

William Chocox -> What did that superpower say about working on a subs pace weapon?

William Chocox -> ::smirks::

Tandaris Admiran -> Computer, open a channel to the--wait, belay that. ::rushes behind desk, clears a bunch of junk off the shelf behind it and the chair::

Semil -> @ :::deep breath::: What methods to we have for secure communication? Can we route a signal through the equipment left in our diplomatic wing?

Cptn Swain -> Issaha> ::Gives him a suddenly sharp, piercing look:: It was an assignment, not a choice. Mister Chocox.

Hunter Matheson -> ::dirty and sweaty like most of the rest, he grabs a cup and slumps onto the couch::

Cptn Swain -> (( lmao Tandaris ))

William Chocox -> Gotcha. ::raises hands reassuringly::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::satisfied, sits in the chair:: Computer, open a channel to Avalon Colony and request Captain Sorehl, please.

Maryse Dubois -> ((Wow. I didn't think Tandy tidied up for anyone.))

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> ::smirks:: I am going to get some tea and check in on Asher...Captain Swain. Want anything?

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> The communications hub indicates that this location has been closed, due to evacuation of the Avalon colony.

Hunter Matheson -> (Always a first time)

NDak -> Issaha> ::Eases quickly back to the much more jovial self:: No worries.

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> No more than we were expecting, Doctor. I'll get to work on making sure you have what you need. Any changes, just contact me.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Thank you Crewman.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::gets that look every Starfleet officer gets when the computer has withheld information because you didn't phrase your query in the exact way it wanted:: FINE. Is Sorehl on any of the evacuation manifests?

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> All personal communication is being currently routed to Starbase Camelot, diplomatic wing.

Rhan K'hal -> # No thanks Commander.

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> Captain Sorehl does not appear to be on any evacuation manifests or on the station lists.

Semil -> @ :::nods::: Yes, I don't like revealing it, either. But what choice do we have?

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> :: exits Maryse's office, already pushing buttons on her PADD ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::Brings up the notes from their last planning session:: So, hmm..... which of these is the least insane?

Tandaris Admiran -> Computer, do you have any idea where Captain Sorehl might be?

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> Unknown. All communications are currently routed to next of kin.

Cptn Swain -> #Cormoran> ::nods and heads off the command deck::

Rhan K'hal -> Crewman Maiandra> :: no more than exits the outer sickbay doors when some more gold-shirted operations crewmen enter sickbay with an anti-grav unit filled with supplies ::

Maryse Dubois -> ((Don't let that computer get the best of you Tandy.))

Tandaris Admiran -> Would you feel like telling me WHO this next of kin is, and where THEY might be located?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::about to flip a table::

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: arriving in the Command Center ::

Ambassador TSalik -> Computer> Ambassador T'Salik, his wife, is currently aboard Starbase Camelot. Command Center, Deck One.

NDak -> Issaha> ::looks at Will:: What about this io?

Semil -> @ :::commits::: Open a transmission to Camelot. We'll let the Federation know directly, via our onboard encryption. Our friends on the Council shouldn't be able to intercept.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::taps console, opens a channel to Camelot operations:: Commander Admiran to Camelot.

Cptn Swain -> # Arden... ::drinks tea:: How's everything upto?

Cptn Corizon -> # ::glances over, decides to give them some room::

Rhan K'hal -> # :: eyes slip over to the Vulcan as she enters, after a quick flip through his mental database knows from his homework that she's the Fed diplo; gives her a nice, restrained nod that shouldn't offend a Vulcan of her sophistication and stature ::

William Chocox -> Seems insane enough.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: looks toward Ops, hopes to inquire on whether the CO is available for her final regards ::

Rhan K'hal -> # :: is only the proverbial bull in a china shop when he has to (or really wants to) be ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::frowns:: We're supposed to pick the least insane ones.

Cptn Swain -> #Calypsos> ::Exits from his office:: Ambassador.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: seeing acknowledgement, steps closer to Sprint's usual posting, then sees Swain ::

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: nodding :: Captain.

William Chocox -> Only one of them. The other can be insane.

Semil -> @ :::waits patiently, hoping the equipment they left behind on Camelot is still functioning:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and after a quick shower and clean uniform, he returns to the bridge to pat his favorite console:: Hey, Baby. Long time no see.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::repeats hail:: +Camelot+ Commander Admiran to Camelot.

Cptn Swain -> #Calypsos> So you'll be leaving us on the next batch of transports headed for the AQ?

Maryse Dubois -> ((I think Kal needs another appointment with the counselor.))

Rhan K'hal -> # :: is saved from having to interact by the impeccable timing of Captain Calypsos, who uses his windows to full advantage apparently; is about to return to work when he sees the comm from Tandy ::

Hunter Matheson -> (Shrink's busy)

Rhan K'hal -> # +Tandy+ Yes, Commander?

Cptn Swain -> (( 5 to 7 minute warning ))

Ambassador TSalik -> # Confirmed. I have concluded my official duties and resuming civilian status. My youngest children are already aboard our berth.

Ambassador TSalik -> # I believe tradition is to "say goodbye" before departure.

Hunter Matheson -> ::running his hand around the console, he calculates how long it would take for the 764 ER request form to go through, then idly plots to make his own console cushion::

Cptn Swain -> #Calypsos> ::nods, extends Vulcan salute:: Or in your culture, Live Long, and Prosper.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then has a thought:: +COM+ Matheson to Commander Admiran.

Tandaris Admiran -> +K'hal+ Ah, Rhan. I need to talk to Ambassador T'Salik. The computer seems to think she is on Camelot, and in fact in the command centre.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: returns the salute :: Yes, wherever that life may yet take us.

Hunter Matheson -> :::and the line is busy:::

Semil -> @ :::composes coded message for Camelot:::

Rhan K'hal -> # +Tandy+ The computer is right, she just walked right past me. Though she's in Captain Calypsos' office, so you're gonna have to take a number.

Tandaris Admiran -> +Khal+ Could you intercept her on her way out and have her contact me, please?

Cptn Swain -> #Calypsos> ::tips his head respectfully:: Well then, safe journeys.

Hunter Matheson -> ::and since the console is shut down for docking, he sighs, running his hand along the console again:: Sorry, Babe. It'll happen sometime, I promise.

Semil -> @ :::recording::: Camelot, this is Semil, servant of the Hundred. I have information regarding a threat to your territory, which the Dominion has not shared with you. I have actionable intelligence and confirmation of a location and motivation.

Rhan K'hal -> # +Tandy+ You have your urgent face on so I'm guessing you're not just calling to say "howdy," so I'll give it a go. But if she keeps walking I'm not tackling her.

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: glances at the colony in the viewer :: Peace and long life. :: turns away ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and while he's at it, he decides to get a tether for Cho:::

Tandaris Admiran -> +K'hal+ You always find a way to get the job done.

Semil -> @ Succinct.

Rhan K'hal -> # +Tandy+ I do, don't I?

Rhan K'hal -> # :: hangs up on Tandy and goes to put himself in a position that TSalik would have to walk over him to get by ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::slips over to OPS and composes a text, asking engineering about installing a cushion around the helm console, and sends it:::

Maryse Dubois -> ((Kal scares me.))

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: passing through, seeing K'hal and stops ::

NDak -> #Calypsos> ::sighs as she leaves::

Hunter Matheson -> ::then returns to his station, sits down, and stares at the stars, thinking about space... the final frontier:::

Rhan K'hal -> # Excuse me, Ambassador. Commander Admiran on board the Excalibur has asked me to have you contact him.

Cptn Corizon -> ...and...

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: gentle tilt of head :: Surprising.

Hunter Matheson -> ::these are the missions of the USS Excalibur, their five year mission, to transport refugees through the GQ:::

Rhan K'hal -> # Everything he does is surprising, but considering our current... situation, he wouldn't ask if there was not great need.

Cptn Swain -> (( now now hunter... we also occasionally go on secret missions where the crew is in a great deal of danger! ))

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: nods :: By all means. How may I reach him?

Hunter Matheson -> ::and he thinks of them, their situation, and considers himself fortunate:::

Ambassador TSalik -> # :: wonders if he wants a face to face or if comm is sufficient ::

Hunter Matheson -> (Right, sir. Forgot about that one. Not sure how, but you know... stuff just gets conveniently forgotten.)

Cptn Swain -> (( All the head trauma. ))

Hunter Matheson -> (Definitely)

Rhan K'hal -> # +Tandy+ K'hal to Admiran. I have the Ambassador with me. How exactly would you like to proceed?

Cptn Swain -> AND

Semil -> @ :::to his First::: Send that to Camelot.

Maryse Dubois -> ((hehe and the drugs. Those are good drugs.))

 

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