USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.07.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Following their mission to Alpha Veras II, Excalibur has been docked at Starbase 39 Tango undergoing repairs to numerous systems while the crew gets a much needed rest. Refitting of the ships bioneural systems has been slow as the Federation Council has required all gel packs to be tested to prevent further issues occurring and to assure that they are not "sentient." Senior staff has gathered to discuss their upcoming mission to El-Qua'Chiva Prime to assist the locals with repairs of their solid waste and sewage systems, however Captain Swain is conspicuously missing as the brief winds down.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox: ::looks around and starts taking a mental headcount::

Rhan K'hal: :: listening in about the literally crappy mission ::

Tandaris Admiran: ::has not been listening, assuming Chocox is taking the notes::

Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't seem too amused about the mission.::

Hakran K'hal: :: also listening, and wondering why the Excalibur even needs a science department if they're now the new handyman in this section of the quadrant - trying to figure out ways to keep parts of his staff from going stir-crazy ::

Hunter Matheson: ::feels a disturbance - someone prodding his brain, but since there's not much to prod atm...::

Hunter Matheson: ::except maybe visions of flying full sewage disposal units to another corner of the galaxy for disposal::

William Chocox: So we're intragalactic plumbers now?

Hunter Matheson: Looks like.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Taking notes in the corner, noting that there could be a few security risks.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So, in conclusion, the general repairs should be fairly easy. This mission is more about showing how efficiently we can handle the shi... ah... less desirable tasks laid out before us. ::Notes that Swain is conspicuously missing and rather ticked she got left to handle this crap.::

Hunter Matheson: (::snort:::)

Rhan K'hal: (( Okay, now I do have a question: Is El-Qua'Chiva a Fed world or are we spreading the joy of indoor plumbing to an independent world? ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Such a fake, pleasant smile.:: Do any of you have questions or concerns that you'd like to have on record?

Cptn Swain: (( *rolls dice* Federation Protectorate ))

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Quirks a brow.::

Maryse Dubois: On record? No...

Hunter Matheson: ::shuts up:::

Rhan K'hal: :: crinkles a smile at Maryse ::

Tandaris Admiran: ::not really paying attention, but that's par for the course::

William Chocox: I've got nothing right now.

Rhan K'hal: :: already tapping away at his oversize PADD, checking to see just how many "wetwork" suits they're being sent ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No? Alright. Computer, close record. ::She leveled a gaze at them all.::

Hunter Matheson: ::Then decides he'd better say it and get it over with:: Have they determined...

William Chocox: ::raises a hand::

Hakran K'hal: :: quirks an ear at the Cdr's level gaze ::

Hunter Matheson: ::figures if he lived through those nutso insect things, he'll live through this::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The root cause? Yes, mechanical issues. Ordinary wear and tear. ::She looked from Hunter to Chocox.:: Yes?

William Chocox: Are we intragalactic plumbers?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Among other things, yes. I suggest you brush up on your biosuit protocols for this one. Smallest guy gets lowered into the pit to fix the internal workings.

Rhan K'hal: :: sing-song, quietly in reaction to Will's question :: If your poo won't be a pal, call 555-XCAL.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Have you checked the species profile for El-Qua'Chiva?

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Frowns:: Let's just say they're big plant eaters.

Rhan K'hal: Good, they won't be tempted to eat us. Well, maybe Ensign Shijoguin's hair. Should probably keep hir in the shuttle.

William Chocox: ::leans back in his chair:: On another note, did the Captain take leave again?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Deep sigh.:: The Captain is busy with more pressing matters. We are more than capable of preparing for this mission without his direction.

William Chocox: Alright.

Rhan K'hal: Do we get to go help build a colony after this? You know, adding construction to power restoration and plumbing would look good on our resumes later on.

Tandaris Admiran: On the bright side, Excalibur won't be ready for a while yet. We'll have plenty of time to run drills.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Unless there's anything else, you're all dismissed to review the prelim reports and make your preparations. Except for you, Admiran. I'd like a word. You as well, Augustin.

Maryse Dubois: Yes, I'm sure we could set the holodeck to simulate it... Just make sure I'm nowhere nearby when it happens.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Of course Commander.

Rhan K'hal: I'm off to order air-fresheners. :: rises, heads toward the doors :: The little hanging pine scented ones or should I get drums of "fresh linen?" :: exits ::

Hakran K'hal: :: shakes head at his brother's antics as he follows him out ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up, walking out with Rhan.:: Moments like these are why I love working in a sterile environment.

Tandaris Admiran: ::sticks around, intrigued::

Rhan K'hal: Yeah, I don't blame you. I'm going to make sure I'm damn busy coordinating.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Straightens his uniform::

William Chocox: ::walks out and heads towards Engineering::

Hunter Matheson: ::in step with Cho:: Sir?

Rhan K'hal: You'd think they'd send another Engineering Corps ship for something like this. Especially as crazy as our engineers are. :: looks back :: No offense.

William Chocox: Yes Mr. Matheson?

William Chocox: And don't think explosions haven't come to mind Rhan.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Once everyone had exited, she squinted at Admiran.:: Listen to me carefully. I don't want any hiccups like we had in the last mission -- primarily, your complete disregard of our security protocols.

Hunter Matheson: I'm just wondering.... ::as they walk:: this is an Akira class ship, sir. It just doesn't compute that we'd be plumbers. There has to be another reason.

Hakran K'hal: :: heads to the bridge to take the duty shift, such as it is under the circumstances ::

Hunter Matheson: I mean...

Tandaris Admiran: Wait, are you saying that this problem is caused by another disgruntled Khal?

Tandaris Admiran: Because I don't want to know what unethical experiments led to this malfunction.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances over, coolly::

William Chocox: ((lol))

Hunter Matheson: ... why would they spend that kind of money on an Akira?

William Chocox: What money? It's a post scarcity economy.

William Chocox: And who knows what's in the mind of a bureaucrat.

Hunter Matheson: ::he sighs::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Heavens help us, I hope not. If there's another trouble-making black-cat of that family, I'm going to have a word with the reproductive units of that family to give them a piece of my mind.

Rhan K'hal: We are a "multi-mission profile vehicle," Gunny. Because after some of the crazy sh*t we've done, apparently we've earned some ordinary sh*t.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Snorts despite himself:: Agreed.

Hunter Matheson: ::looks to K'hal:: Still doesn't compute, sir. There has to be something else going on here, even if it's in the head shed.

Rhan K'hal: :: shrugs :: If there is, we'll find out. The hard way. It's how we do.

Tandaris Admiran: ::nods:: And I take your earlier point, Commander.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good, because you're going to be completing a series of refresher courses with our Chief of Security. As Chief of Engineering, you're supposed to lead by example. That example isn't supposed to include letting total strangers wander about the ship.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Trying to hide his enjoyment of this particular moment, and pleased his reports on the subject didn't fall on deaf ears.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That said, this mission should be relatively straightforward and lacking in espionage -- I hope.

Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: If there's anything special you need to have on hand for this that isn't already being provided, lemme know and I'll see what Ahmed can do. Er.. Commander El Tahir, that is. :: sigh ::

Hunter Matheson: ::stops to call the lift for the bridge, pretty much disgusted at the situation... again:::

Maryse Dubois: Lots and lots of sanitizer...and maybe some alcohol. The drinking kind of course.

Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Oh yeah, there's going to be a major run on that. If I was unethical and we operated in a capitalist society, I could make a killing. :: rubs his ears :: Nope, still not Ferengi though.

Tandaris Admiran: I don't mind the prospect of a quieter mission.

Hunter Matheson: ::steps out to stride toward helm as he mutters his favorite things about head shed poker:::

Rhan K'hal: Okay, I'm off to the station.

William Chocox: ::heads down to Engineering::

Hakran K'hal: That's an interesting combination of language, Master Gunnery Sergeant.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't we all. ::She waved a hand at the door.:: You're both dismissed. I'll send updates when I have them.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Yes ma'am.

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, not having noticed the other K'hal:: Sorry, sir.

Hakran K'hal: :: smiles, waves a paw dismissively :: It was a compliment, not a reprimand.

Hunter Matheson: ::but he really isn't sorry, he's totally pissed::

Hunter Matheson: ::settling down, he nods::: Aye, sir.

Tandaris Admiran: ::stands up::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Stands and heads out::

Hunter Matheson: It's.. uh... stuff you pick up when you're caught between two bucks playing tiddly winks with a crew.

Hunter Matheson: ::snorts:: Sometimes they lock horns and it gets really dicey.

Tandaris Admiran: ::leaves the room, pondering, but not at all curious about where Swain might be::

Hunter Matheson: That's when the team leader calls the shots and backs out of the mission.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moving out onto the bridge, she headed for Swain's ready room with the reports she'd promised him. Knowing he was still on the station, she entered without ringing the chimes.::

Hunter Matheson: ::as he inputs info to helm:: Except you can't do that here.

Hakran K'hal: You Marines are strange creatures. At least compared to scientists.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::looks up as the doors open, a bit startled::

Hunter Matheson: ::he stops to look up:: Aye, sir. We are different. We're Corps.

Hakran K'hal: :: paces the bridge, but not in the caged cat way Rhan does, but slowly and methodically ::

Hunter Matheson: ::continues to check his specs with whatever they input from the station during repairs:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Stops as the door close behind her, blinking, a bit startled.:: Ah... sorry. I was bringing in reports for Captain Swain. Were you... meeting him here?

Rhan K'hal: @ :: arrives at Operations on the station, makes his way to Cdr El Tahir's office and chimes - enters a moment later after getting the invite ::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Relaxes:: Not exactly, no.

Rhan K'hal: @ So that was a load of crap.

Cptn Swain: Arden> I was hoping I might find something of him, though.

Rhan K'hal: @El Tahir> :: laughs :: Not as big a load as you're going to get. You should've signed up for a station assignment, Rhan.

Rhan K'hal: @ I like the variety. :: beat :: Up to a point. Anyway... how much booze can we rustle up before we're scheduled to head out?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She put down her data padds.:: Sorry, I'm not quite understanding. Personal effects?

Hakran K'hal: :: on his fifth circuit so far ::

Cptn Swain: Arden> More like a clue.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sat down, head tilted.:: Maybe you'd better tell me exactly what's going on. Are you saying that our Captain is missing?

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM