Sky Harbor Aegis | 19 January 2018

[Chirakis 1]

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/19/18 =/\=
17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107

TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1915 hours - 7:15 PM Aegis local.
Adriatic has an away team investigating the source of the satellite.
Aegis, RSE Antius and RSE Chairo are waiting for word from the High Command.
The children are still eating and giving Ens Orrak a run for her money.
Adriatic take a symbol. Away team take a symbol. Those on Aegis, nothing is needed.

Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=

Lawliet: # ::on the bridge::
Dacia Sandero: % ::on the away team::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::at helm ?::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::scanning the old passageway::
Alexis McFarland: ::with Annisha and Miana::
mimipavilion: ::still on the CnC::
Scott Coleridge: ::still hanging out on the CnC, mulling over their current situation::
Chirakis: ::CnC, keeping an eye out for danger and hoping it does not come:::
Jylliene: $ ::getting packed::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Walking with Jylliene back to the Nei'rrh to head back to the station ::
Chirakis: ::then again, danger is a strong word for what she experienced:::
Jylliene: $ ::heading back toward the Nei'rrh::
Lawliet: # +AT+ Adriatic to Away Team. Status Report.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::stationkeeping::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Carrying some of their things and holding a holoprogram given to them by the resort ::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ We are approaching a larger chamber. So far the area seems to have been built as a simple passage. Lighting and anything else was added later as modular items.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # (Cayne on Away team?)
Kallah Ramson: (yes)
Chirakis: ::as she works her console, keeping an eye on the two RSE ships, she wonders if the two will fight, or exchange words as they did before:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % +Adriatic+ No sign of hostiles as of yet.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::entering the larger chamber. Dome shaped, about 30 meters wide::
Alexis McFarland: Your parents are coming back soon, right? ::to Annisha::
Annisha: :: With her friends ::
Lawliet: # +AT+ Understood. I'm going to keep the com line open; let us know if you need anything.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Not yet.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::sighs, making orbital adjustments again::
Jylliene: $ We needed this.
Lawliet: # ::raises an eyebrow and takes a seat in the captain's chair::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::seeing more of the modular lights:: See if any of those are still functional. See if we can get some more light in here.
Annisha: I think so.. who knows, perhaps they will take longer. :: Sees Gila, their Cardassian guardian, has fallen asleep ::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::pacing out the perimeter of the room, scanning and recording::
Alexis McFarland: Maybe they'll take the scenic route back.
Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD""
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Ie, though there is no place like your rotating home..
Fletcher Jackson: # ::blows out a breath:: Captain, that one area keeps turning the ship towards it. So far I'm able to maintain stationkeeping, but... it's just frustrating, sir.
mimipavilion: ::waits to see if there will be any changes between the two ships::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Scanning this his tricorder ::
Jylliene: $ It'll be nice to get back.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Trying to determine the age of this place.
Lawliet: # ::looks at his side panel:: Any idea what's causing it? It can't be a natural occurrence.
Chirakis: ::overlays the tactical grid to the main screen, just to keep an eye out, and begins her normal pace through CnC:::
Annisha: :: Goes to a closet and gets a blanket :: She looked tired, be she walks all day. :: Covers Gila with a unicorn targ blanket ::
Fletcher Jackson: # Well, sir, it could be. But it's pretty consistent. And it was the same coordinates as the satellite's origin. My best guess? It has something to do with the satellite.
KelsaViegnor: ::relaxing back in her quarters, reading news reports from numerous places::
Fletcher Jackson: # But.. ::shrugs as he works:: it's just a guess.
Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana who also seemed to have fallen asleep:: Yeah, security people do walk a lot. Lots of patrolling.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Well, it's older than me, and that is saying something.
Scott Coleridge: ::stretches::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::begins shining his light onto the ceiling.:: Some reflective surfaces embedded into the ceiling. Make sure to get a recording of the pattern.
Chirakis: ::she stops at the observation window just above the commerce level:::
Jylliene: $ ::sees the Nei'rrh ahead::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I wonder what's on this program...
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::looking over the scans:: Contaminants in the air are making dating of the material difficult.
Jylliene: $ Not sure. It'll be something to look forward to seeing.
Lawliet: # ::thinks to himself:: A gravitational focal point with an artificial structure on a planet with severe seismic activity...
Chirakis: It's amazing that there is any food left on the commerce level, the way the children devour it. ::she shakes her head:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I'm hoping it was those women.. :: grins :: I could use the massage after a busy day.
Scott Coleridge: The vendors seem to have adjusted nicely to their appetites.
mimipavilion: ::hears Chirakis:: Really!? I'm surprised they haven't come to sickbay yet.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::moving towards the center of the room::
KelsaViegnor: ::reading some of the more ... unbelievable reports from the gossip and conspiracy types. Always good for some entertainment.::
Chirakis: ::she turns away and weaves among the consoles::: Aye, Commander. And yes, Doctor. I'm surprised they have not.
Chirakis: Lackey> ::at OPS, waiting for a sitrep::
Chirakis: Lackey> ::watching the clock:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Presses his comm badge and the Nei'rrh decloaks ::
Alexis McFarland: ::curls up in Annisha's bed::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Right where we left it.
Kallah Ramson: (That
Jylliene: $ Thankfully.
Kallah Ramson: (That's one way to avoid a parking ticket)
Jylliene: ((LOL))
Dacia Sandero: (lol)
Nijil tr'Korjata: (and good for Golden Gate Park)
Chirakis: ::stops at a console:: Mr. Styles. Give me a list of food orders from our little trio.
Chirakis: Styles> Ma'am? Little trio?
Lawliet: # +AT+ SubCommander, is there any indication of a significant structure in the site? Anything that would require a great deal of power?
Chirakis: Yes, McFarland, t'Korjata, and Miana.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Stands in the middle of the room...scanning. The other hand on his firearm ::
Chirakis: Styles> Coming right up.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::sighs again and makes another adjustment:::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Nothing. I am beginning to think this area was never completed. Beyond some pattern of reflective objects in the ceiling there seems to be no other feature or function to this area.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Could this have been a species-specific room?
Chirakis: ::takes the report from Styles, gives it the once over, and hands it to Mimi:: Here you are, Doctor. I believe that soon into the night you will have three very sick little girls.
Lawliet: # +AT+ Understood. Continue to collect any information, but avoid activating anything you might come across before consulting with me.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> In what way?
mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Oh goody...
Chirakis: Rally the troops. I believe you will need them. ::turns to Scott:: Should I ask for a report from Adriatic, Commander?
Scott Coleridge: Good idea.
Chirakis: ::nods, turns:: Mr. Lackey?
KelsaViegnor: ::half-smirks in amusement at a supposed sighting of a dead performer from the regions of the syndicate::
Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am. Requesting now.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::getting antsy at the console, all his focus on a steady keel, he jumps when the request comes through:::
Fletcher Jackson: # Captain, Aegis is requesting a sitrep.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: $ That it only activates for their species... the Cardassians are famous for that.
Chirakis: Lackey> ::leans back, waiting::
Jylliene: $ ::makes herself comfortable on the Nei'rrh after stashing belongings away::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> With our running theory, that would be Vulcan and Romulan. And I have yet to see anything more than dust so far.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::waiting, he looks at the Captain::
Lawliet: # ::looks up:: Inform Aegis that the away team lead by SubCommander Jorahl is currently exploring the underground facility and collecting information. Additionally, inform them of our "gravitational" problem. I'd like to see if they have anything to say about it, but don't ask for a response.
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Starting pre-flight checks ::
Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. ::rapid taps capture the report and he sends it on::
Chirakis: Lackey> ::he perks up when it comes through:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Looks at the comms console. "Au have 87 engineering messages..."
Chirakis: Lackey> Commander, send it to your console, or read it out?
Scott Coleridge: Oh, I think we could all use a change of pace.
Jylliene: $ ::pulls up the navigation records, has the computer plot a course back to Aegis::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> We will continue for another 10 minutes. If we can't find anything else, we return to the beamout point.
Chirakis: Lackey> The away team lead by SubCommander Jorahl is currently exploring the underground facility and collecting information. Additionally, they are having a "gravitational" problem, being pulled into some kind of... like a conduit? Unable to maintain stationkeeping.
Chirakis: Lackey> That is, Adriatic is having that problem, sir.
Scott Coleridge: Lovely.
Chirakis: Interesting.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> The Lore Kings had access to psionic tech. This might require something along those lines to activate.
Chirakis: ::stepping toward Scott:: This is the planet that they suspect to be where the satellite originated?
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Starts it up :: Ready?
Jylliene: $ Course laid in for Aegis.
Jylliene: $ ::nods::
Chirakis: Action> The children are suddenly bloated, cramping, and wanting to regurgitate but unable to.
Chirakis: 10:40 PM
mimipavilion: ::bored:: I think I'll head back to medical
Alexis McFarland: Ugh, feeling bad man
KelsaViegnor: ::reports of sightings of famous "ghost ships", which she pays closer attention to, having interest in those::
Annisha: Au too?
Chirakis: ::turns to her:: Very well, Doctor. We'll keep you informed.
Alexis McFarland: Yeah, we should go to sickbay
mimipavilion: ::exits CnC:: Thanks.
mimipavilion: ::orders tl to medical::
Lawliet: # ::looks through recent reports::
Alexis McFarland: ::heads to sickbay::
Annisha: :: taps the door pad :: Let's go.
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm going to take a look at the readings they've sent.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::running the ceiling pattern through computer analysis::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::makes another minor adjustment, then checks the time::
Jylliene: $ ::slight grin as they begin their takeoff::
Chirakis: Lackey> Sent to your console, Commander.
mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical::
Alexis McFarland: ::slowly meanders their way to sickbay::
Lawliet: # ::looks up:: Mr. Jackson...how many adjustments have you taken in the past hour?
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> Let's head back.
Annisha: :: Turns to look at Gila :: Ohhh,.. I think she will be alright... let's :: burb :: go.
Scott Coleridge: ::begins going over the data::
Chirakis: ACTION> Annisha's burp is a little more than just a burp.
Alexis McFarland: That was loud. Yea
Annisha: :: Throws up a little ::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Away team is heading back towards the extraction point.
Annisha: Waa... we got to run... ohh
mimipavilion: ::checking things in medical::
Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Adriatic, copy. Will you extract?
Alexis McFarland: Ugh yeah,
Chirakis: 10:46 PM
Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the turbo lift::
mimipavilion: ::finishes checking and drops off her padd in her office::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::checks the settings for in-atmosphere extraction::
mimipavilion: ::sighs: a bit:
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Pattern buffers were put in place. You will still need to re-enter the upper atmosphere to beam us out.
Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Understood. Advise when in position.
Jylliene: $ ::takes them up through the atmosphere::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Perhaps after a bit of processing the computer can make more sense of the sensor data we are gathering.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::checking his data one more time:::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> That is my hope.
mimipavilion: ::steps back into main medical::
Annisha: :: Leaps into the lift wearing her pajamas ::
Lawliet: # ::gets up and walks down to the helm:: Mr. Jackson, make sure to keep an eye on those gravitational readings. I don't want us to get caught on something when we make our move.
KelsaViegnor: ::stretches, makes a few notes based on her reading::
Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain.
Alexis McFarland: You can make it
Annisha: :: mouth feels dry :: Ugh... sickbay...and hurry!
Fletcher Jackson: # They don't seem to be interfering.
Fletcher Jackson: # The gravitational pull, that is.
Lawliet: # Better safe than sorry.
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::stepping up to the pattern buffers::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Exiting the atmosphere ::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Away team is in position.
Fletcher Jackson: # +Stand by for extract+
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Turns the Nei'rrh back around :: One last look?
Lawliet: # ::taps Jackson's shoulder:: Take us in.
Fletcher Jackson: # Hang on, Captain. Moving into the atmosphere.
Jylliene: $ ::glances and nods:: Lovely place. That was well-worth it.
Lawliet: # ::turns around:: Computer, Code Blue Stations.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::begins a slow descent that becomes faster as they move in:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Pattern buffer standing into ::
Lawliet: # ::takes a seat in his chair::
Annisha: :: Races to sickbay ::
Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Ready to exfil in three... two... prepare to beam.
Alexis McFarland: ::races to sickbay too::
Fletcher Jackson: # :::beams:::
Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::shimmers::
Annisha: Doctor, doooctor!
mimipavilion: ::turns to Annisha:: What is it?
Alexis McFarland: Not feeling good
Lawliet: # ::nods:: Vary good Mr. Jackson. Take us up at your discretion.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::reshimmers onboard Adriatic::
Alexis McFarland: Tummy hurts..
Fletcher Jackson: # AT is aboard. Moving out of the atmosphere.
Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Gravitational pull gives the Adriatic a firm tug.
mimipavilion: biobeds now. ::to a passing nurse:: Buckets please
Fletcher Jackson: # Uh.... :::increases power to the thrusters:::
Lawliet: # ::holds onto his seat:: Mr. Jackson?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::removes his pressure suit helmet::
Fletcher Jackson: # It's ... not working, sir.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::has to steady himself as the ship rocks::
Lawliet: # +Eng+ Bridge to Engineering, transfer all available power to the engines.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::works his keyboard, increasing the power as they are pulled:::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::quickly removes his EV gear::
Alexis McFarland: ::lays on bio bed::
Fletcher Jackson: # Working... working... it's.. not... working, sir.
Lawliet: # Can we go to warp?
Fletcher Jackson: # Hang on.... +AT+ Hold on for a big bump!!
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::hands scanner to a yeomen:: Get this data entered into the computers.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::sounds collision and goes to warp::::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::heads towards the bridge::
Chirakis: 10:55 PM
Lawliet: # ::holds on::
mimipavilion: ::to the girls:: So why does your tummy hurts
Alexis McFarland: Maybe too much sushi
Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Adriatic jumps to warp
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::enters the bridge::
Fletcher Jackson: # :::watches the console for a while, then exhales:: Steady at warp one, Captain.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::his hands tremble, but he's in control:::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::takes engineering station::
Fletcher Jackson: # Course, Captain?
mimipavilion: ::starts scan one by one::
Annisha: :: Leaps on the biobed :: We don't know...thaaat's :: burp :: why we are here.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::hopes it's Aegis::
Lawliet: # ::releases his grip:: Take us to one million km and drop out of warp.
Alexis McFarland: Maybe too much sushi
Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. Approaching one million...
Fletcher Jackson: # Dropping from warp.
Chirakis: (two minutes)
mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Maybe you three ate to much. ::nurse puts a bucket by each biobed::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Let's go...
Lawliet: # ::stands up:: Mr. Jackson, get with science and determine what happened.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::settles down:: Stationkeeping, Captain?
Annisha: Blubby's?
mimipavilion: ::Annisha:: What else did you eat?
Jylliene: $ ::nods:: Going.
Jylliene: $ ::grins::
Lawliet: # ::nods:: Stationkeeping.
Jylliene: $ ::engages their course::
Fletcher Jackson: # Going to stationkeeping.
Lawliet: # ::turns and walks to Jorahl:: SubCommander, give me a status report. I want to know if the ship was damaged in any way.
Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Adriatic drops from warp....Scans show..........the ship is completely NOT at the location it should be.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 1/19/18
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Well played.
Chirakis: TBS, Captain?
Lawliet: ::paused::
Kallah Ramson: We'll pick up from there.
Chirakis: No TBS. Comments for the crew?
Kallah Ramson: None.
Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge?
Scott Coleridge: I'm good
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Chirakis: Seeing none...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.