USS Excalibur Sim Log - 11.12.17

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur crew continues to investigate the cause of a planetary power grid failure and believe it could be tied to the bio-neural circuitry achieving some base level of sentience/conscience that should not have developed. Meanwhile, both the USS Mary Seacole and the USS Tennessee Valley are themselves experiencing technical difficulties, though we have yet to confirm the cause and if they are related to the issues on the planet.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

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Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: frowning over the data ::

Cptn Swain: ::In the science lab, glancing towards Dazim::

Tandaris Admiran: ::frowning over Dazim::

William Chocox: ::sends Tandaris more data from his project for Dazim::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> More power fluctuations from the Tennessee Valley and several of their systems go offline.

Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::In sickbay. She opened a recently delivered crate and pulls out a gel pack, showing it to Indaura.:: Look, Doctor Ryssan. Did we order these?

Rhan K'hal: Commander, both ships are flickering like candles in a stiff breeze now.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned.:: What? The Tennessee Valley, too? What in the blazes is going on over there? Are their communications up?

Cptn Swain: So do we have a working theory on how this happened?

Rhan K'hal: Let me give them a whistle. *hails the TV*

Maryse Dubois: ::Still on the bridge for the moment, worried about what is going on.:: Do they at least have emergency power for life support?

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks away :: Not at the moment.

Cptn Swain: Well someone needs to think of something. That should be our priority.

Rhan K'hal: The Seacole does, checking the Tenn-Val now.

Tandaris Admiran: ::looking over Chocox's new data:: Oh.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs in relief.:: I'll be heading back down to the labs. Looks like we may have to change strategies.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks up at Tandaris :: "Oh" what?

Cptn Swain: ::Looks over, running a hand through his hair::

Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the TL.:: +Sickbay+ Dubois to sickbay. Prepare for potential patients. We may have to take on evacuees.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::Turns the gel pack over in her hands.:: This one looks a bit strange. Like... it's used or something. Burnt, maybe?

Tandaris Admiran: So the latest forensic analyses are back, and I think I know why the grid failed.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs as she exits the TL, eventually re-entering the medical lab.::

Tandaris Admiran: The neural gel-packs were starting to think. But we already found the signs of Irumodic syndrome.

Tandaris Admiran: They were ailing, and when your brain has a degenerative disease, the neurons start misfiring.

Maryse Dubois: :;Doesn't have time for greetings.:: We may need to find at least a temporary fix soon. ::Looking to Tandy and Swain.:: Both the Mary Seacole and Tennessee Valley have lost power.

Tandaris Admiran: In this case, the gel-paks controlling the power grid's load-balancing failed during a power surge.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I wonder if something is catching. Like that syndrome of the doctor's.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Swain.

Maryse Dubois: And if we aren't careful, I fear we may be next.

Rhan K'hal: ::mutters:: I think I'll leave the biology to the ones with the degrees.

Cptn Swain: +Hawthrone+ Go ahead commander. ::Steps aside to let the conversation continue::

Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Understood doctor.

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ What's the next project you have for me sir?

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> We've already determined this isn't pathogenic, Doctor. Are you suggesting that not only did the gel start to think but that it became telepathic and can cause brain defects to begin Irumodic syndrome in completely unaffected, sealed gel?

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Am I suddenly going to become friendly and bake cookies too?

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Standby.

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ It's not like I have a chair at my console.

Maryse Dubois: I'm not sure. I just know that 2 ships are out there without power.

Tandaris Admiran: There must be a transmission vector.

Tandaris Admiran: If not for the Irumodic syndrome itself, then for the sentience.

Maryse Dubois: But I do know that all 3 ships were using shuttle to ferry cargo.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Captain, we have a bit of a situation. Both the Mary Seacole and the Tennessee Valley are now experiencing power issues.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Troubling.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::Begins unpacking the crate to see if there was anything in it besides second hand gel packs.::

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Let them know we're standing by to assist them, continue to monitor the situation. Keep me informed, as well.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ We would, sir, but they've lost communications. Both have life support, but little else.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> The planet is full of competing labs and production companies, but the power network and the control grid are universal. Something could have been introduced at any number of areas.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ ::Exhales audibly:: Get a team on standby. I guess if we have to ferry messages over the old fashioned way, we can.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: waves a paw :: As for the other ships, I'm not convinced there could be a non-contact method of transferring the unusual gel qualities. There's nothing intrinsically susceptible in standard gel that some stray electromagnetic field is going to suddenly turn it into a gooey Daystrom.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked to Rhan.:: You heard him.

Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander.

Rhan K'hal: :: gets to work on that ::

Cptn Swain: ::Turns on heel:: I am sending a communications team over to the Tennessee Valley and the Seacole. Tandaris send one of your people along to test the gel-packs on their ships.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Going over the gel packs, but waiting for any incoming ::

Tandaris Admiran: ::Swain:: You got it.

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ OK, I have a task for you.

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ Ready.

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ You're to go to the Tennessee Valley and the Mary Seacole and test their gel-paks. Use biohazard protocols.

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ Biohazard protocols? What's the hypothesis?

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ The gel-paks may or may not be communicating a degenerative disease and/or some mechanism of spreading the sentient-like behaviour we've observed.

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Don't worry about it.

Rhan K'hal: :: gets that settled, has a team sent down to await engineers ::

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ Has that line ever worked to make sure someone doesn't worry?

William Chocox: ::starts getting ready to leave::

Cptn Swain: You said there are different manufactures of the gel-packs, Dazim?

Rhan K'hal: :: also manages to track down that mislabeled crate... and has a good dressing down started for the idiot that didn't question why a special delivery shuttle with a bunch of biohazard-marked samples would also have 1 box of medical supplies ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::Looks up at Indaura, gel pack flopping in her hand.:: Looks weird, right?

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Yes. The Tamarn aren't as overtly capitalist as the Ferengi, but the appreciate the innovation potential of competition. Since Alpha Veras II has ample ingredients, many different concerns have settled in here.

Rhan K'hal: +Sickbay+ K'hal to sickbay.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> Maybe they're upgraded? Should we plug one into the equipment and see how it does?

Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Sickbay here

Maryse Dubois: ::Listening to Dazim.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: to the nurse :: They should not be like this. We should put it under the biobed scanner.

Cptn Swain: Right. Have we cross checked the samples to see if there's a correlation? Perhaps a bad batch?

Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ Log shows you received a crate of medical supplies within the last 2 hours. It should actually have samples of the gelpacks from the planet in it. Those need to go to the medical lab.

Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ We are examining them now.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> We're just getting started on that, but we have a lot of samples to work on. We need more minions. :: rolls eyes, sneers :: Sorry, "helpers."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::Looks down at the gel pack in her hand, about to plug it into the biobed, but pauses at Rhan's comm.::

Cptn Swain: ::Levels a cold glance::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: un-phased ::

Cptn Swain: This is a top priority. If the problems on the Seacole and the TV are related, then we could be next.

Cptn Swain: Tandaris, pull whoever you need from wherever. If they're not doing mission critical and can work the equipment, do it.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Well then, stop bothering us and let us get back to work. Cursed administrators, always thinking they're doing something useful by strutting around giving orders like "make sure the sky is still blue."

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Or green. Depends on the planet, naturally.

Tandaris Admiran: Understood.

Cptn Swain: Mister Dazim.

Maryse Dubois: ::Facepalms.::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Don't waste your breath, /captain./ I'm not Starfleet personnel and I'm the Alpha Veras II representative. If I want to call you monkey I'll do it. The worst you can do is ask me to leave.

Cptn Swain: I suggest you spend more time working and less time being an obnoxious twit.

Cptn Swain: Just a friendly suggestion. I always find that helpful when I am doing research.

Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: Keep me informed Commander, Doctor. I'll be on the bridge.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans the gel pack :: Hmm

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> True, but again, stop bothering me so I can.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Yes Sir.

Cptn Swain: ::Pretends he doesn't hear the Cait and continues walking::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks to Tandaris :: Have you got some people coming or are you still counting your spots?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nurse> ::Puts the gel pack back into the crate with the others and closes it up. Tags it for delivery and sends a message to have it picked up and sent to the lab.::

William Chocox: ::heads to the shuttle bay:: +Tandaris+ Who am I going with?

Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ There should be a communications team prepped and waiting for you.

Tandaris Admiran: ::Dazim:: I'm ready when you are.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: looks over at Maryse :: Don't think I didn't notice that one other Cait was wearing blue. You have some /other/ science personnel on this ship, I'd hope. Why don't you invite some of them over to the party too. I'd ask for yours too but I imagine you're up to your armpits in original recipe, extra-crispy.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A shuttle is waiting with a communication team loading up.

William Chocox: +Tandaris+ Thank you sir. ::walks into the shuttle bay and goes over to the shuttle bay:: I believe you guys are my ride?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Having gotten the bat signal, arrives in the science lab::

Rhan K'hal: Wilson> Yes sir, we're the carrier pigeons.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sends a request to Hakran for some science personnel.::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> We might as well leave the bad gel for now, since we're more interested in source contamination. We have samples from... ::checks the padd:: 34 production facilities, with samples from each going back six months. Plus samples from 10 state labs and 48 private research firms.

Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ :: via text :: "I thought you'd never ask, I've had the biology group on standby. I'll send them down, and they can also distribute some of the load to the science labs."

Cptn Swain: (( couple minute warning ))

Tandaris Admiran: Let's start with the facilities that start with "F"

William Chocox: Thank you for the lift. I assume we're headed out post haste?

Rhan K'hal: Wilson> Those are the orders, sir. :: makes the "after you" gesture toward the shuttle door ::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> "F?"

Maryse Dubois: ::Replies in text:: +Hakran+ Thanks, your..."cousin" is really getting pushy.

Tandaris Admiran: I like "F"

Maryse Dubois: ::smirks.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens. Harker> ::Runs for the shuttle, engineering kit over his shoulder. He joined Will.:: Hey, what's going on? I'm not scheduled to be on until next shift, but they told me to get down here for an away mission.

William Chocox: Thank you. ::hauls his equipment through the door before poking his head back out the door:: Anything I can help you guys bring in? Oh, you're with me. We'll talk in the shuttle.

Cptn Swain: ...and..

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> Fine, F it is. :: opens the container listed on the padd :: Ah, here we go. F'qai'ia'pulon. Basically means Noble Flying Death, a particularly common symbol on the planet.

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> It is my pleasure to hand you some Noble Flying Death. :: hands the pack to Tandaris ::

Tandaris Admiran: Thank you. ::gets to analyzing::

Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: rolls eyes, starts sensibly with the first numerical entry ::

 

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