USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.08.17

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEFING: The Excalibur has been refitted and repaired. All crew has been recalled from personal leave and other assignments in preparation for a new mission. The engineering team has been awaiting only a final inspection from Starfleet before shoving off, but Miranda has received some disturbing news that might delay their departure.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox -> ::paces in engineering::

Hunter Matheson -> ::aboard ship, staring at the helm console:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, going over a checklist and looking remarkably organized and by-the-book, totally oblivious to the twist of fate that awaits him::

Rhan K'hal -> :: looking out of the observation lounge's windows toward Cait contemplatively ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Miranda stormed into engineering, fuming.::

Hunter Matheson -> (wb doc)

William Chocox -> Commander?

Hunter Matheson -> ::arms crossed, just stares at it::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Finds her way up on the bridge, after an inspection of sickbay.::

Maryse Dubois -> ((ty))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Yes?

Rhan K'hal -> :: sighs, leaves the OL and meanders back onto the bridge ::

Rhan K'hal -> :: smiles over at Maryse, then quirks an ear back after looking Hunter's way :: If you're going to have an argument with the helm, no time like the present, Gunny.

William Chocox -> ::nods his head over to where Miranda is currently storming::

Hunter Matheson -> ::still staring:: Yes, sir.

Tandaris Admiran -> Oh.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Hawthorne:: I didn't do it.

Rhan K'hal -> :: walks down, looks at Hunter, and then the console; then looks at Hunter again, and then the console again ::

Maryse Dubois -> ((grr))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::holds up the PADD:: See! I'm making checks!

William Chocox -> He is.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> No, you didn't... ::She growled.:: Command did it!

William Chocox -> What did Command do this time?

Hunter Matheson -> ::not sure what to think, he continues to stare::

Maryse Dubois -> ((sigh))

Tandaris Admiran -> ::not sure how to process not being the one in trouble::

Rhan K'hal -> It appears to be operational. Everything is in Federation Standard. :: squints :: It's not even quoting poetry. So...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Three words -- Quantum Slipstream Drive. And they're installing one in Excalibur. ::She clenched her hand and winced as pain shot through her arm.::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, sir. It's... ::shifts from anger to a quick smile:: it's a new one, sir.

William Chocox -> Ooh, sounds like fu...why do we hate that?

Maryse Dubois -> ((Ok. Good night. I can't take it if it's going to keep bouncing me. Maybe I'll have better luck next week.))

Hunter Matheson -> She's gonna be... different. Gonna have to get used to it.

Hunter Matheson -> (Night, Doc. Get well.)

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Night, Maryse. ))

Hunter Matheson -> ::then he gives a deep sigh and turns away:::

Rhan K'hal -> (( aww, hope you feel better soon ))

Tandaris Admiran -> You’ve got to be joking.

Tandaris Admiran -> Did you mention that they are incredibly dangerous?

Tandaris Admiran -> Not to mention difficult to properly regulate.

Rhan K'hal -> What did you do, crawl under and look for the serial number? It's the same model as the last one.

Hunter Matheson -> ::forced smile:: Yes, sir. One little modification. ::points::

Rhan K'hal -> :: looks ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> No, yes, and yes. ::She clenched her other hand into a fist, but refrained from punching anything.::

William Chocox -> Would you like a stress ball commander?

Tandaris Admiran -> Oh.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::shrugs:: OK then.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins making a new list on his PADD::

Hunter Matheson -> Got the fingerprints of someone I used to know all over it.

William Chocox -> Oh boy, another list.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> No, I want someone's head on a platter. ::To Chocox.::

Hunter Matheson -> But...I'm not goin' there, sir.

Rhan K'hal -> As you like, Gunny. So long as it doesn't impede your ability to fly it. Whenever we get to leave, that is.

William Chocox -> Might I suggest a Klingon ship then?

Hunter Matheson -> No, sir. We'll be... fine.

Hunter Matheson -> ::not exactly his ability he's worried about::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She gritted her teeth and shifted her gaze to Tandaris.:: What are you doing? How can you be so calm about this?! They could very well split this ship in half and kill us all.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::hands the list, which consists of most of the replaceable parts of the warp drive assembly, to Chocox:: See that spares of all of these are delivered to the cargo bay before we leave.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Hawthorne:: Why are you getting so worked up? It's not going to work.

Tandaris Admiran -> It will damage this exquisite repair job the shipyard has done and cause us a lot of headaches.

William Chocox -> How can you be so sure?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::dismissive snort:: Quantum slipstream is notoriously unfeasible.

Cptn Swain -> *::Elsewhere, Swain peered out his hotel room to see it had snowed. He smiled. He was going to go ice skating!::

Hunter Matheson -> ::reaching under the console, he pulls out the specifications PADD:::

William Chocox -> Doesn't mean it won't work now.

Hunter Matheson -> ::sits, then begins to page through, his back to the console::

Tandaris Admiran -> Besides

William Chocox -> Maybe they worked out the kinks.

Tandaris Admiran -> If it does work, we can always sabotage it.

Rhan K'hal -> :: pats Hunter on the shoulder before turning away and giving the rest of the bridge a glance :: Looks like they got tired of replacing the amboyna burl, but the bois de rose matches the carpet better anyway.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She sat down hard, blowing out a breath.:: I wish it could be that easy. I really do. But I seriously doubt that they're going to be installing this and trusting us with its operation. There's going to be Oversight... I know it.

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up, checks the area and grins:: Looks like, sir.

William Chocox -> Uh...oh, oversight.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> People, in engineering. Not your people, in engineering.

Hunter Matheson -> Does look better. Smells new, too.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Not OUR people.

William Chocox -> ::looks over at his workbench::

Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, that's even better.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> People meddling with your engineering.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::enters the bridge, carrying a box of sweats::

Tandaris Admiran -> Then I can't be blamed when it doesn't work.

Tandaris Admiran -> I can just stand around and pester them with annoying questions.

Tandaris Admiran -> It will be like being on leave without having to go anywhere!

Hunter Matheson -> ::turns back to the PADD, begins to read and stops, suddenly:::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Whats with the army of goldshirt personnel headed for engineering?

Hunter Matheson -> :and his expression changes as he looks at that little modification on the console:::

Tandaris Admiran -> I don't see how they could possibly have solved the phase variance problem.

William Chocox -> I'm not entirely sure, but I'm in implementation, not theory.

Rhan K'hal -> :: tilts an ear at Ithene :: Doesn't seem like they'd need an army for an inspection, but bureaucracies, you never know.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> You don't? You think they haven't tried this countless times to get it right? ::She shook her head.:: It has worked before. We have proof of that. I just hope... well... we'll see...

Tandaris Admiran -> Federation technology just doesn't work with slipstream. I mean, unless. ::small frown:: Nah.

Hunter Matheson -> ::slips the PADD back to its place under the console and stares... and stares:::

William Chocox -> Wait...

William Chocox -> You're not thinking that they're slapping alien technology willy-nilly are you?

Tandaris Admiran -> I suppose … Borg technology proved amenable to assisting with slipstream. If they've integrated alien technology, Borg or perhaps Scorpiad, maybe they've managed to construct an alternative slipstream core. ::ponders, starts working on some equations on the monitor::

Tandaris Admiran -> I still don't see it working, but maybe we'll actually get into slipstream before everything goes to hell around us.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then explodes:: Damn you, McAlevey.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::turns to Chocox:: Better reinforce the SIF about 400%.

Hunter Matheson -> ::runs his hands through his hair, then stands to pace:

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Keeping all the sweets for herself, makes her way to the science console, before frowning::

Rhan K'hal -> :: ears flatten, whirls to face helm :: For the love of... What was that about?

William Chocox -> Yes sir.

Hunter Matheson -> Sir...

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Hawthorne:: I will be making a formal protest in writing, of course.

Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath:: Between Kitty Hawk and Excalibur, I had a little stint with R&D....

Tandaris Admiran -> And does the captain know about this? When—is, is he coming back?

Hunter Matheson -> They took me out of the teams for "special training".... ::sarcastic, yes:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Well, prepare yourself. ::She stood, still holding her hand gingerly.:: The installation team will be here at any time.

Rhan K'hal -> You're dripping sarcasm all over the new carpet, Hunter.

Cptn Swain -> * ::Is very excited about ice skating with Arden. Arden would be leaving for his new assignment soon, so Asher was excited to spend the remaining days having fun.::

Hunter Matheson -> There was this geeky... person. ::continues, ignoring K'hal:: McAlevey.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I have to... get to the bridge. ::She scowled.:: Honestly? I don't know if Swain is returning. He hasn't yet made up his mind. He's off on some... I don't know... honeymoon vacation, or something.

Hunter Matheson -> We called her McCan't.

William Chocox -> Well damn.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::K'Hal:: Want a donut?

Hunter Matheson -> She... uh... had us working with... ::Points:: that.

Tandaris Admiran -> We will do our best to … accommodate them, I guess.

Tandaris Admiran -> Good luck, Commander.

Hunter Matheson -> ::wry grin to Ithene:: Thanks ma'am. I'm good.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Keep me informed how the install goes. Or doesn't go.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::frowns:: They're cream filled. I asked for chocolate filled.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::A bit less angry, but still quite irritated. She headed for the lift.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::deep breath:: her specialty was slipstream.

Rhan K'hal -> No thanks, Ithene. I finally lost that last niggling kilo on my stint on Cait.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::after Miranda is gone, turns back to Chocox:: So. This is bad. But I am trying a new thing where I stay calm and don't go ::waves hands around:: "flying off the handle"..

Tandaris Admiran -> Because apparently when I start acting "unpredictably" people get "uncomfortable" or something.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Smirks:: Look at you, mister svelte kitty. ::Hunter:: Slipstream?

Rhan K'hal -> Starfleet does like to recycle, Gunny, that isn't necessarily conclusive. I'll be worried about slipstream if Commander Hawthorne arrives on the bridge breathing fire.

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. That little section... upper left hand corner of the console. It's a connection, but I don't think it's operational yet.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Chocox:: Make sure ops gets that list, will you? And then you're relieved of whatever other duties I gave you last time I did that kind of thing. You're officially reassigned to be the project liaison for these people.

Tandaris Admiran -> Unofficially that means you're my spy. ::rubs hands together:: I want you to spy on them.

Hunter Matheson -> ::K'hal:: Hope you're right, sir.

William Chocox -> Oh, ok. Thanks for the faith in my abilities?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She arrived on the bridge a few moments later and paused just outside the lift, scowling as she peered about.::

Hunter Matheson -> Maybe they just decided to make the console look... ::stands::

Rhan K'hal -> :: turns toward the lift, tilts the other ear :: Commander?

Hunter Matheson -> ::and she is scowling:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::though there's no fire yet:::

William Chocox -> ::sends the list over to ops:

Hunter Matheson -> ::yet....:::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Hmm... slipstream. ::She said eating a donut:: That would explain the dinner invitation from Alyaa.

Rhan K'hal -> :: pulls his trademarked oversize PADD at the beep :: Hmm... engineering is ordering a bunch of warp core replacement parts...

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looks over, face covered in powdered donut as Miranda swept in like a tempest:: Oh... oh... ohhhhhhh.

Rhan K'hal -> :: Sighs :: Barely here an hour and good feeling is gone already.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Miranda:: Donut?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::begins working on that formal protest, which essentially boils down to, "Even I am not crazy enough to try to build a quantum slipstream drive, you fools." albeit in nicer bureaucratic Starfleetese::

Rhan K'hal -> :: swipes the Engineering request over into the order processing panel, sends it along to the base for fulfillment while he waits to see if Miranda is going to continue to stand there and simmer, boil over, or deflate ::

William Chocox -> ::Waits for the install team.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Donut? ::She seemed to crumple, walked to Ithene's station, and grabbed one from her box.:: I need a dozen boxes of these right now. ::Her nostrils flared and she glanced from Ithene to Kal to Rhan.:: Who has been talking about Slipstream?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Oh dear::

Rhan K'hal -> The helm console, apparently.

Hunter Matheson -> I have, Commander.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Nods:: They're cream filled. From this little bakery on the planet. I'll have some more more sent up. ::Pauses:: And some wine.

Hunter Matheson -> ::not as ready to explode as she is, but getting there::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Yeah, they were going to need some wine. Maybe some bubble bath.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Well shut it! No talking about a damned Quantum Slipstream Drive and the fact that one is going to be installed on this ship without our approval. I don't want this spreading all over the ship until the Captain is on board.

Rhan K'hal -> :: frowns seeing Miranda's hand is swollen and starting to bruise; stalks over to a panel, pulls out a first aid kit, returns and gently but firmly grabs the arm the hand is attached to and begins ministering to it ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Makes a note to have Rhan order some flowers for Miranda too. There was no way this was going to end well, Ithene decided::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::blurts:: So that *does* explain Alyaa's dinner invite.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::catches herself too late::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She hissed as Rhan touched her hand, but didn't jerk away. Her eyes cut to Ithene.:: What?!

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Nothing! Had one of those moments where something made sense! But its *totally* unrelated to... what did you say? A slipstream drive? Yeah *nothing* to do with that.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::several shades of pink and red::

Hunter Matheson -> ::figures she doesn't want to know that it's already set up on the helm console:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: is no Maryse, but gets the swelling to reduce and an analgesic dispensed - butts in, hopefully benefiting Ithene :: You need to get to sickbay about this, Commander. You have multiple fractures.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::makes a note to thank Rhan later::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Yes, I know. ::To Rhan.:: But, thank you. I punched a window. I figured it wasn't good.

Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head :: Next time, try the holodeck, it can give you softer things to punch.

Cptn Swain -> ...and...

 

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain -> PAUSE SIM