Sky Harbor Aegis | 26 January 2018

[Chirakis 1]

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/26/18 - 10:04 PM=/\=
17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107

TBS is zero. The time is 2015 hours - 8:15 PM Aegis local.
Most of Aegis is quiet. In the medical complex, three sick girls keep Dr. Pavilion busy.
Adriatic's away team is aboard ship with their data from the underground caverns.
Adriatic broke from orbit, but is now... somewhere?

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mimipavilion: ::in medical tending to the three little ones::
Jylliene: $ ::en route to Aegis on the Nei'rrh::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking over all the readings coming in::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::leans back at helm, thinking all is well:::
Annisha: :: In the really sickbay ::
Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping in a bio bed, feeling very sick::
Lawliet: # ::on the bridge::
Fletcher Jackson: # Wait... ::checks:: wait... wait... wait... ::checks again::
Tarisa: # ::At her console.::
Tarisa: Miana> :;Curled up on a bio bed.::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Your sensors are correct.::seeing the same data::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::his face pales as he turns to Tarisa:: Commander, are we... where I think I am?
Dacia Sandero: # ::back on the ship, examining some samples she'd collected::
mimipavilion: ::manages to slip away for a few minutes to notify parents and guardians that their child is in medical::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::then back and forth from Tarisa to Jorahl to his console::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I tell au, we really need to set aside some time for just us when we get back, just au, me, some liquors...and a long massage... I never realized how tense I was on the station...which we are going back to.
Tarisa: # ::Ears flip back.:: It...it appears so.
Chirakis: ::CnC::
Lawliet: # ::turns around:: What's going on?
Chirakis: Alpha 1> Alpha 1 to Aegis. Come in.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I'm double checking the readings but I think we just traveled along a transwarp ribbon.
Chirakis: That sounds... Mr Lackey?
Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, finally starting to untangle the hellish knot that always happens when a bunch of senior officers go off on a mission leaving subordinates in charge of their departments::
Scott Coleridge: ::looks up::
Chirakis: Lackey> +Alpha 1+ Go ahead.
Chirakis: Alpha 1> Aegis, the Adriatic has disappeared.
Lawliet: # ::looks at Jorahl:: Elaborate.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Moans, her ears laying flat.::
Scott Coleridge: What?
Chirakis: ::steps down to the console:: Alpha 1, repeat.
mimipavilion: ::hears a faint child-like moan and heads back to the three:: Who's tummy hurts the worst right now for the moan that I heard in my office?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> A theoretical aspect of transwarp architecture. Similar to a Borg Transwarp conduit but typically linked by strong gravitational points.
Alexis McFarland: Poor Miana
Chirakis: Alpha 1> Adriatic has disappeared. She's not even on the radar.
Scott Coleridge: That's not a funny joke.
Chirakis: Alpha 1> Sir, it's not a joke.
Lawliet: # ....So where are we?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> In those few moments we just traveled....::looks back at the sensors:: to the far edge of Alliance space. We are 7 days at normal cruising speed from Aegis. 10 from our previous location.
mimipavilion: ::hears Alexis:: Thank you Ms. McFarland. ::walks over to Miana and scans her tummy::
Jylliene: $ What will we do about Annisha?
Chirakis: Alpha 1> They went to warp factor 1 to leave orbit. We followed on flank, standard vector. They just.. .disappeared.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: At tactical, and a long way off ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Punish her. Restrict her activities, she gets pouty, outsmarts us both while we are in a crisis... the usual.
Jylliene: $ ::smirks::
Scott Coleridge: OK, don’t panic, there is probably a perfectly reasonable explanation that doesn’t involve time travel at all.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::stunned at helm, listening to the conversation::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.::
Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis ::
Chirakis: Distance then? ::Scott::
Jylliene: $ We have to curtail this before she really does something to hurt herself or her friends.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::alert signal sounds:: Getting an energy signal from our previous path. The ribbon is collapsing behind us.
Alexis McFarland: ::Looks back at Annisha:: Hmm?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looks up:: We want to be somewhere else right now.
Scott Coleridge: +Alpha 1+ Send us your complete sensor log. There must be some evidence of what happened.
Chirakis: Alpha 1> Aye, sir. Sending now.
Chirakis: Lackey> It will take a few, Commander. Distance and all.
mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Well it seems all that food you ate is having a hard time to digest, the reason why your tummy hurts. :: looks at Annisha and Alexis:: It also applies to the two of you.
Lawliet: # Well at least we're not too far away.
Chirakis: Lackey> And...it's here. Your console, Commander?
Dacia Sandero: ::analyzing some samples::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::stands:: Pilot, move us out of the area.
Fletcher Jackson: # Somewhere else, Sir? ::Jorahl:: As in, move outta here...
Fletcher Jackson: # Yes, sir.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Quickly please. Yes.
Annisha: I bet not.. and I'm going to find out why..
Scott Coleridge: Yes, please.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::powers up and exits the area at warp 1:::
mimipavilion: ::Annisha:: What is that suppose to mean young lady?
Fletcher Jackson: # Warp 1 activated. Tell me when to stop.
Chirakis: Lackey> ::sends::
Kallah Ramson: # ACTION> Ship sensors read a subspace burst at previous location.
Annisha: I think it's something about the food. Something wrong with it...
Scott Coleridge: ::puts aside the bureaucratic work once again and begins to survey the data::
mimipavilion: Like what?
Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I think you're right. This feels worse than a simple stomach ache.
Lawliet: # Mr. Jackson, reverse image on the view screen.
Tarisa: # Subspace burst aft of us.
Alexis McFarland: I'm not sure..
Annisha: tiny bugs, virus... bacteria things
Chirakis: :::her thoughts drift to Ma'ev's crew and what they muttered when they first came aboard:::
Tarisa: Miana> Ew...
Fletcher Jackson: # Reverse image, aye.
Lawliet: # ::looks up at the screen::
Fletcher Jackson: # Continuing on course.
Alexis McFarland: Buggy
Annisha: Is there any kind of...what is it... oh, microscope I can take to my home?
mimipavilion: ::thinks:: Can you make a list of all the food you ate and from which restaurant you ate at?
mimipavilion: ::hears Annisha:: No.
Alexis McFarland: They have microscopes at school.
Kallah Ramson: # ACTION> Aft view ripples with the subspace explosion. At the moment Adriatic is outrunning the more colorful bits of fire and death they barely avoided.
mimipavilion: ::looks at Alexis:: And no.
Annisha: :: to Alexis :: I need one with more power :: smiles ::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::focuses on the helm console, not wanting to look at anything else:::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Lawliet:: Recommend we head back towards Aegis. We'll have to cut through Alliance space but latest intel should help us avoid more of their patrols.
Kallah Ramson: more=most
Alexis McFarland: Power?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting up slowly, frantically looking around the room.::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> A coded message to Aegis would also be wise.
Scott Coleridge: Interesting.
Lawliet: # Agreed. Helm, take us home. Warp 5.
mimipavilion: Girls, listen to me very closely, I will be the one looking at the microorganisms here to determine what is going on. You three will be making a list of food and from where, to help me figure out what caused it
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Watching the sensors ::
Alexis McFarland: Blubby's, the Sushi Place, some other restaurant. What was it called again?
Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. What should I say? Just that.. .we're gone and don't know where we are?
Tarisa: Miana> B..b..bu..bucket...
Chirakis: ::steps toward Scott:: Interesting, Commander?
Alexis McFarland: Ah yes Bucket
Tarisa: Miana> No! ::Still looking for one. A pained look on her face. Finally spotting one, she jumps down and runs to it in her bare feet.::
Scott Coleridge: These readings seem very familiar.
Scott Coleridge: I've definitely seen them somewhere before.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::steps over towards Tac:: Full sensors ahead. Access the Romulan recon logs and calculate best path home. We will probably want to cut wards An-Ward and make use of the nebula.
mimipavilion: ::takes note of Blubby's, the sushi place:: Alright. I'll contact them to see what all you have eaten. You three are to stay here until I say... ::sees Miana run for a bucket and follows behind grabbing her hair::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::sends a coded message:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Making blargh sounds.::
mimipavilion: ::glad she told the nurse to put buckets nearby::
Chirakis: Perhaps if you elaborate?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::steps back towards the center of the bridge::
Dacia Sandero: ::nods::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Understood
Scott Coleridge: ::accesses a few databases and pulls up what he's looking for, which turns out to be sensor readings from Borg vessels::
Dacia Sandero: # Looking promising ::to herself::
Lawliet: # ::sits in his chair and thinks about what's transpired::
Scott Coleridge: The readings are almost identical with what happens when a Borg vessel enters a transwarp corridor.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Lawliet:: I do not think it chance a transwarp ribbon was so close, possibly even in orbit of that planet. This may be the "path" spoken about in legends.
Chirakis: Transwarp. ::thinks:::
Lawliet: # Perhaps.
Chirakis: The Ma'ev were somewhat delirious when they arrived. Something about the Lore Kings.
Chirakis: I took it as being a reaction to stress.
Scott Coleridge: The who?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::back towards Tarisa:: Science, collect all scans and compare with current transwarp theory models.
Chirakis: The Lore Kings. An ancient group of Vulcan/Romulans who migrated into space over a thousand years ago.
Chirakis: Lackey> Incoming from Adriatic. Encoded. Coming to your console, Commander.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne:# :: Devising a flight plan ::
Alexis McFarland: ::resting in bio bed::
mimipavilion: How are you feeling Miana?
Tarisa: # ::Nods, beginning the comparison.::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks up, with tear in her eyes.::
Scott Coleridge: Well, at least they survived.
mimipavilion: ::notes the tear in her eyes:: not good
Chirakis: Indeed.
Scott Coleridge: And aren't stranded halfway across the galaxy, unless they figured out how to use a transwarp network to communicate. ::opens the message::
Annisha: :: winces ::
Chirakis: Which is possible.
Annisha: :: Goes to Miana and rubs her back ::
Alexis McFarland: Aww, Miana ::walks over to her too::
Annisha: You're taking this the hardest.
mimipavilion: ::turns to Annisha and Alexis:: Shouldn't you be resting?
Chirakis: Mr. Lackey, keep an open corridor to that message.
Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am.
Alexis McFarland: Yeah but Miana feels bad ::hugs Miana::
Lawliet: # ::walks over to Jackson:: What is our ETA to Aegis?
Fletcher Jackson: # Uh... not sure, sir. ::looks to Cayne:::
Tarisa: # The closest match is the data from Borg transwarp conduits.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: #:: Shows a flight plan. It veers around a bit ::
mimipavilion: She isn't use to all the foods that we have come accustomed to.
Scott Coleridge: ::views the message, notes the position data:: Hmm. Actually not that far, all things considered. Could have been a lot worse.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::nods to Tarisa::
Scott Coleridge: But now they have to pass through Alliance space.
Alexis McFarland: Hm. I wonder what Mithran food is like
Fletcher Jackson: # Well, sir. At warp... wait. Don't we have some kind of Romulan technology on this ship?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Wants to purr, but can't.::
Chirakis: ::nods::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: Given we detected no structures along the path might explain why it collapsed.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Fletcher:: This is the Starfleet model. You didn't pay for the upgrades.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::nods, turns back to the console:: Yes, sir. So... at max warp ::takes a deep breath::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Though a cloak would be handy about now.
Fletcher Jackson: # ::figure figure:::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::looks up:: Four days, sir.
mimipavilion: Miana, would you like for me to contact your doctor to see what he can come do for you?
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Assuming we can maintain top speed. A bit of stealth will be needed.
Chirakis: Should we withdraw Alpha Squadron?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I am not detecting any vessels, if that makes anyone feel better.
Lawliet: # ::nods:: Four days.
Scott Coleridge: Until we have more information from Adriatic on what happened, I think that would be for the best.
Scott Coleridge: We don't want them drawn into whatever phenomenon caused the Adriatic to translate so far.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: She might get mad...
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Cayne:: Only slightly.
Chirakis: Aye, Commander. Mr. Lackey ::points:::
mimipavilion: Miana I think she would be mad if we didn't tell her.
Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am. ::sends the RTB signal to Alpha:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.::
Chirakis: Lackey> Alpha confirms RTB.
mimipavilion: +Y'shta+Pavilion to Dr. Y'shta
Scott Coleridge: So this transwarp phenomenon might be natural, though that's very unlikely. It's much more likely an artificial construct.
Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Sitting in the VIP quarters, enjoying a book. Her ear perk up.:: +Mimi+ This is Y'shta.
Scott Coleridge: And while your...Lore Kings… could be the originators, the Adriatic’s arrival near Alliance space raises another possibility. ::pointed look::
Chirakis: :::listening to Scott:::
Chirakis: Possible, yes.
mimipavilion: +Y'shta+ Sorry to disturb, but Miana is here in medical with an upset tummy. I thought you should be aware, in case you wanted to come check on here. Right now the suspect is a lot that had been ate today.
mimipavilion: food*
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::folds arms, pondering::
Tarisa: Y'shta> +Mimi+ I see. Yes I will gladly come check on her. ::Sets her book down.::
Scott Coleridge: Anyway, probably best not to speculate until Adriatic returns.
mimipavilion: +Y'shta+ Thanks.
Chirakis: Indeed.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Climbs back up into her bed.::
mimipavilion: ::turns to Miana:: See that wasn't so bad, was it.
Alexis McFarland: ::back in her bed as well::
Chirakis: The Alliance has yet to show us any evidence of such advanced technology, though I would not rule that out.
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I'll be in the cargo bay, continuing examination of the device we recovered.
Tarisa: Miana> :;Frowns as she curls back up.::
Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::turns and moves towards the bridge exit::
Fletcher Jackson: # ::Lawliet:: Hold position, Sir?
mimipavilion: ::smiles a bit and turns her attention to Annisha and Alexis:: Let's see how you two are doing :: scans their tummies::
Lawliet: # Negative, keep us on course for now.
Annisha: :: Looks at the doctor ::
Fletcher Jackson: # Aye sir. Steady as she goes.
Alexis McFarland: ::watches::
mimipavilion: So how is the pain in stomachs?
Annisha: Better...
mimipavilion: ::Nods to annisha::
Alexis McFarland: I'd say better too.
mimipavilion: ::also nods Alexis::
Chirakis: :::she moves back to the tactical console to ponder many things:::
mimipavilion: Now don't you think you've learned not to eat so much in a day
Alexis McFarland: Yes.. yes.
mimipavilion: ::smiles at Alexis::
Chirakis: ::turns toward Scott:: Commander... many myths and legends are routed in fact. This could be one of those many.
mimipavilion: Annisha...
Annisha: IE?
Scott Coleridge: Yes. But myths and legends are never entirely accurate either.
Annisha: I've learned I need to eat better...smarter.
Chirakis: ::nod:: True. However, there is some fact to consider, which is the transwarp conduit.
mimipavilion: ::smiles:: good.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Scanning the sector ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: ::$ Flying towards Aegis ::
mimipavilion: You three never cease to amaze me.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 1/26/18
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: I thought that line was appropriate for a pause.
Chirakis: Well done, all. Especially Mimi.
Chirakis: Captain, TBS?
Kallah Ramson: Let's go 3 days. Adriatic will still be a couple days out. Probably slowed down by dodging some Alliance patrols and such
Chirakis: 3 days, then. Adriatic is 1 day away.
Chirakis: Anything else for the crew?
Kallah Ramson: None.
Chirakis: Anything from the crew?
Chirakis: Seeing nothing...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.