Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The crew is preparing for a mission to El-Qua'Chiva Prime to assist with solid waste and sewage system upgrades and repairs; they are also hanging tight at SB 39 Tango while the Excalibur continues to undergo repairs and refits to numerous systems following the mission to Alpha Veras II. However, and unusual development seems to be coming about in the Ready Room.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::in the Ready Room, glancing towards Miranda::

William Chocox: ::is in Engineering reading up on the biosuit protocols:: (m) Are we sure we can't just use explosions?

Hunter Matheson: ::::sitting at helm, paging through the latest Mack's Bayou catalog, ordering hip boots::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stared at the man.:: At this point, who knows that Swain is missing?

Tandaris Admiran: :: back on the station, obediently heeding standing orders not to oversee the Starbase engineers working on the refit::

Hunter Matheson: ::figures he's going to need the highest level, like at least to the waist:::

Hunter Matheson: ::and heavy - real heavy - so nothing seeps in:::

Hunter Matheson: ::and camo is always cool:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> Missing seems to be a strong word. ::He frowned::

Cptn Swain: Arden> He left me a note a few mornings ago -- he left during the night while I was sleeping.

Cptn Swain: Arden> He said he had a few things to take care of and would be back soon.

Maryse Dubois: ::In the sickbay storeroom, taking inventory on numbing agents.::

Cptn Swain: Arden>::Pausing:: That was 6 days ago.

Hunter Matheson: ::click, wink, muttering:: Yeah, they're cool. Camo, waist height, tight, heaviest boots on the market:::

Hunter Matheson: ::orders, to arrive yesterday::

William Chocox: ::ponders how the best way to clear all this up would be, decides it'll have to wait until he can see the blockage or whatever it was they were fixing::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, well, he didn't tell me crap. And I *know* he didn't file a formal request for a leave of absence with Starfleet. Though, as we're technically on Shoreleave while we're under repair, I suppose he wouldn't have to. But he *would* have had to file a flight plan.

Tandaris Admiran: :: reading about new advances in warp navigation::

Hunter Matheson: ::satisfied, he goes back to continue checking what they did to his sweet helm girl and mutters something about him taking care of her, so not to worry:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods, pensively:: He didn't file a flight plan as near as I can tell.

Cptn Swain: Arden> I've checked most of the outbound transport registries, but I didn't want to raise too many flags... for obvious reasons.

Hunter Matheson: ::slips beneath the console, flicks open the access panel and checks everything out:::

Maryse Dubois: ((Worried they might put foam padding on the console again, Kal?))

Hunter Matheson: (Hell, yeah. Never can trust those guys who never fly the thing and think nothing of what caliber equipment they're using.)

Hunter Matheson: (Only the best for the best.)

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances away:: It's possible he didn't leave the station on his own. Though it's perhaps a bit early for that sort of thinking as well.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... you're saying that he isn't *technically* missing and so there isn't *technically* an investigating ongoing?

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::nods:: Technically.

Maryse Dubois: ::Satisfied that she has enough nasal numbing agents on hand, she leaves the storeroom. Grabbing a tea, she heads out of sickbay and wanders the halls for a moment.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And just how long are you planning on waiting before reporting this?

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Sighs, leans back in the chair:: I don't know. I was hoping I'd find something in his logs.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::

Hunter Matheson: ::and for once he's actually satisfied, figuring they exchanged tech crews for better ones:::

Hunter Matheson: ::slips out from under, spins the helm chair, and catches it on the rebound, then sits, pats the console and whispers sweet nothings to his girl:::

Tandaris Admiran: :: starts ruminating on some upgrades to the Excalibur warp drive::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I have access to his Captain's logs, but his personal logs are private and encrypted. ::She rose from her seat.:: I can't just let you fumble around hoping to find a clue, however. If this is a serious matter, and you believe something has happened to him, then I have to get my crew involved.

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I looked through his last few personal logs already. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Hunter Matheson: ::running diagnostics on all the systems:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> Asher can be... ::He looked away:: He's not the type to just completely up and vanish without telling someone. Hide away in a lab for a few days, sure. But this?

Hunter Matheson: ::while he bounces in his chair, humming a song to go along with his air drum:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in agreement.:: He would at least tell *you* if no one else. I'll want you in this meeting, as well.

William Chocox: ::spins in his chair as he keeps reading::

Tandaris Admiran: Chocox might like this bit :: saves it for later::

Hunter Matheson: (It's contagious, Cho)

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Shipwide+ All senior staff report to the observation lounge for an emergency briefing. (That's all of you.)

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up and goes ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sipping her tea as she walked. Hears the comm.:: Hmm? ::Swings around and grabs the closest TL.::

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, then glances around:::

William Chocox: ::lets his head fall back at the announcement before traipsing back up to the observation lounge::

Hunter Matheson: ::leaves helm diagnosing its diagnostics, set to power down when finished, and heads to the OL:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the lounge, taking a seat.::

Tandaris Admiran: :: puts his romance mystery away for now:: This better be important. :: heads for the ship::

Hunter Matheson: ::enters the lounge and takes a seat::

William Chocox: ::sits down in a chair shortly after Maryse walks in::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Wonders if they failed to cover something with their upcoming mission.::

Hunter Matheson: ::wonders if there is anything more of an emergency than a degenerating cesspool:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances at a picture of them on skiing trip on Earth that sat on the desk before following Miranda out of the room::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured for Arden to follow her across the bridge to the obs lounge, looking rather dour when she entered.::

William Chocox: ::quietly swears under his breath as he looks at Miranda's countenance::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Enters, doing his best to remain calm::

Tandaris Admiran: :: in the lounge::

Hunter Matheson: ::stands when the cdr enters, then sits when she does - cause he's Corps, yeah:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sees her look, and Arden following in after. Piecing some things together.:: This isn't about El-Qua'Chiva, is it?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pauses in front of the table, but doesn't sit down.:: I know that we were just all here, but something has cropped up that needs your immediate attention. No one outside of this room is privy to this information, and you're going to keep it that way.

William Chocox: Aye sir.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And no, it has nothing to do with our upcoming mission. ::She gestured to Arden.:: Most of you know or have seen Commander Cormoran on the ship, or in the company of Captain Swain. He's brought disturbing news...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our Captain seems to be missing.

Hunter Matheson: ::blink::

William Chocox: ::swears out loud::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sits back in her seat.::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Takes a deep breath:;

Maryse Dubois: How long?

Cptn Swain: Arden> It's possible that there's nothing wrong and that he's just enjoying the sights and sounds of, say Risa, but... ::glances over:: almost a week. He left a few days ago during the night and left me a note saying he'd be back in a day or so.

Cptn Swain: Arden> That was almost a week ago.

Maryse Dubois: ::Facepalms and sighs.:: If he's left the sector, he could be halfway across the quadrant by now.

Hunter Matheson: ::face falls... aw sh...:::

Tandaris Admiran: Any ideas what he's up to? Other than Risa?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That's why I called all of you in here.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We are keeping this quiet for as long as possible, but that doesn't mean we can't do our own investigating while we're waiting for repairs.

Maryse Dubois: If this is potentially a bad situation, it won't help us at all to keep quiet. Especially if this is time sensitive.

Cptn Swain: Arden> I understand that, but for now I'd like to keep this... low key.

Tandaris Admiran: What do you propose? We don't exactly gave a ship right now

Maryse Dubois: A captain of a Starfleet ship has been missing for a week. ::Sighs and quiets down, since she probably won't win this argument.::

William Chocox: For the record, I concur with Doctor Dubois.

Hunter Matheson: We have long range shuttles.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Well we need to establish first that he is missing, and then see if we can find out where he went and how.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::To Maryse and William.:: And your reservations are noted, but Starfleet won't take it well if they think Swain has gone AWOL. And we certainly won't be allowed to investigate.

Tandaris Admiran: We should start by reading his personal logs!

Cptn Swain: Arden> I am working on that.

Tandaris Admiran: Total violation of privacy, but can't be helped :: rubs hands together::

Cptn Swain: Arden> As his husband, I have legal access to them. UNlike the rest of you.

Maryse Dubois: Check the ships internal sensor logs. It wouldn't hurt to get station logs too, but that might take some work to hide.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods;; That's a good idea for engineering and yourself.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::tips his head:: You could say you're looking to check to make sure there isn't any biopathogen from the infected gel packs you people brought back.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Hunter:: Perhaps you could do a check on flight records from both the ship and the station?

Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Aye, sir.

William Chocox: I can work on the station logs.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Commander Hawthorne and I can start going through his logs and see if we can find anything out of the ordinary. ::glances over to her::

Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a PADD, using her codes to bring up medical files. She then isolates a couple notes.:: If you work on the sensors logs, use these key search sequences. They are the Captain's bio signatures.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: We also need to retract his steps on the ship the last time he was on board. ::She pointed at Dubois.:: That's a job for Medical. I want you to chart his biosigns. ::Glad they were on the same page.::

Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.::

Cptn Swain: Arden> Alright sounds like we have a good start. Thank you all for your... help.

 

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