USS Excalibur Sim Log - 07.01.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The crew, aboard the Lugh, are currently in an uncharted system in the Large Magellanic Cloud, some 200k ly away from home. Sensors have located a small moon-object in orbit of a gas-giant with an elaborate super structure attached and a complex buried within. A team has beamed over to investigate, while the rest of the crew continues to investigate our surroundings. Also it appears a few people are coming down with something. Mysterious, ain't it?

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Tandaris Admiran: #::grumbling but leaving engineering for the cargo bay::

Maryse Dubois: # ::In the yacht, scanning freshly drawn blood from Irene and Indaura.::

Hunter Matheson: ::helm, keeping watch over the peeps by scanners:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Keep an open channel with the team, Matheson. I want to hear everything.

Hunter Matheson: Channel open, aye.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> How big is this place... ::looking at his tricorder::

Hunter Matheson: ::checks to make sure, tweaking for optimal communication:::

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's sitting on a bench seat in the yacht with her head down, groaning a bit too. :: "I've still got my bag of biological analysis equipment if you need it, doctor."

Hakran K'hal: @ Normally I would try to be precise, but I think this one just calls for "huge."

Hunter Matheson: +com+ Away team, Luge. Comm check.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Frowns, slightly:: I mean it appears to be actually bigger than it should be.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: I'll help myself to it later.

Hunter Matheson: ::flicks a few things - antiquated, but they work - then another check, waiting for an answer::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Hunter+ Away team here.

Hakran K'hal: @ For all I know it could be, sir. Anyone that can punch such a neat little whole in space to get them between the main galaxy and here :: gets interrupted ::

William Chocox: @It’s big enough to confound.

Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ Copy. Communications loud and clear. We're keeping open com as a precaution.

Rhan K'hal: # I'll get that. :: pads over and grabs Irene's bag, brings it back over for Maryse :: Looks like I get to play nurse.

William Chocox: @Is Commander Hawthorne listening?

Cptn Swain: @Arden> I would assume.

Hakran K'hal: @ If there's an open comm, it would be safe to assume that.

Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ Copy that. ::turns to Hawthorne::

William Chocox: @I’ll keep that in mind.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Comm+ This appears to be similar design to what we encountered on <name here>.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Maryse's scans show more of the same. Irene and Indaura have a buildup of toxins in their bloodstream. As a result, their oxygen levels are extremely low, causing headaches, fatigue, and nausea.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Smiles.:: Thanks. ::Looking over the analysis.:: Looks like a toxin in the bloodstream, but I'm not sure on a source.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ You'd better.

Hunter Matheson: +ATeam+ That's a roger. Commander Hawthorne is on the line.

Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical, but as a patient ::

Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a snort:::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> +Comm+ It'a also... massive. We're beginning scans now and will keep you updated. ::smirks at Will::

Hakran K'hal: @ So. Where in this bigger on the inside moonstation are we supposed to start?

Cptn Swain: @Arden> That tree. ::points:: That almost looks like some sort of... ODN?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Indaura, you're in the cargo bay, on the yacht, and grab a # ))

Indaura Ryssan: # What have you found Dr. Dubois?

Irene Mincine: # "I... can you do any... ugh..." :: Irene's panting, then stumbles her way to the yacht's restroom. From the sounds that are coming out, you probably don't want to be in there. ::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Goes to her own kit, pulling out the hypo and a couple vials. She inserts them into the vial and adjusts a couple settings.:: This will help with breathing without adverse effects, but it isn't a cure till I can find out how this happened. ::Injects both Irene and Indaura.:: Both of you relax.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Waits till irene gets out to give her the hypo.::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Glances to Will and Khal::

Rhan K'hal: # :: peeks at the data :: O2 concentration is low. Toxin interfering with globin efficiency?

Hunter Matheson: ::Keeping a really close watch on the comm as well as their relative position:::

Hakran K'hal: @ Asking the wrong K'hal for that assessment. :: looks to Will ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitties> ::Curled up in a corner, sleeping off their romp.::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks to Rhan, nodding. She has a bit of a worried look.:: Tandaris was supposed to be on his way here. He said he wasn't feeling well.

Rhan K'hal: # He may not be moving fast in that case. If he doesn't show up in a few I'll wander off and see if I can find him.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene slowly makes her way out of the restroom. :: "Sorry about that..." :: She collapses back down onto her bench seat, where she gets the hypo. :: "Okay, that'll help at least."

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: Please.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::continuing to run some scans:: Khal did you bring any of those optical scanning drones?

Rhan K'hal: # :: curious, grabs a hypo, takes a sample from himself and subjects it to the same test ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods :: The last one we have.

William Chocox: @::scans:: It appears to be a data relay network. Organic to boot.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looks very weak :: Knock me out if you ne...ed, ugh, to

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Lifts a brow at Will:: Interesting. Hmm go ahead and deploy the drone.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked from the main viewer to Hunter.:: Anything on sensors in this sector, Matheson? Still getting readings from the probe?

Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods, pulls it out of his pack and goes through a minute or so of setup, kneeling down with it on the ground ::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> Hopefully it doesn't, you know, turn on some kind of defensive system that murders us all.

Hunter Matheson: ::tap..tap::: Still have readings from the probe. Nothing new on sensors, ma'am.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Notices Rhan check his own blood.::

Hunter Matheson: Solid lock on the away team.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> Rhan's toxicity level is slightly elevated, but not enough to make him sick... yet.

Rhan K'hal: # Well, looks like I have plenty of time to find Admiran before I start wigging out on you too. :: hands her the analysis ::

Rhan K'hal: # +Tandaris+ K'hal to Admiran.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: steps back from the drone, well back after Arden's comment, then deploys it ::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Frowns.:: I don't understand. You didn't go down to the planet with us.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's breathing heavily and slurring, but she doesn't look like she's on death's door anymore. :: "Where you think it came from then?"

Maryse Dubois: # ::Is hesitant, but holds out her arm.:: Check mine.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> Will see if you can find something resembling a terminal. We could have the whole crew searching this place for weeks.

Hunter Matheson: ::slow swivel to face Hawthorne:: Commander, it seems strange to me that some of the crew got sick as soon as those cats came aboard.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> Maybe there's a tourist map somewhere.

Hunter Matheson: ::urp:::

Hunter Matheson: Or... maybe I shouldn't have said that.

Rhan K'hal: # I didn't, no. :: frowns at the figurative crickets coming from the comm :: Guess I better go look for him.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Hunter a glance.:: The cats? Ensign Mincine scanned them and didn't find anything amiss, but it could be a possibility.

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Seemed strange. ::his eyes close, trying to fight whatever it is off:::

Indaura Ryssan: # We should be in isolation

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::to NOIP, watching the results come back from the drone:: This place is huge. This would take years to build.

Hunter Matheson: Or...maybe the rations we brought with us this time?

Maryse Dubois: # The yacht is isolation enough.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling a sudden headache coming on.:: Rations? They were all Starfleet sealed and approved.

Rhan K'hal: # Which is good, because the Lugh is 95% uninstalled, which includes any quarantine facilities.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sitting motionless ::

Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ Commander, when you have a moment, can I speak with you?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Maryse+ Yes, Doctor?

Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. Wouldn't be the first time I've seen SF rats deteriorate.

Maryse Dubois: # +Miranda+ In person, if I could. It would give me a chance to examine you as well.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods in silent agreement, while keeping an eye on the drone feed for anything interesting ::

Hunter Matheson: Or...maybe it's this ship. Or.... ::he points at the main viewscreen:: That thing.

William Chocox: @::starts looking for a terminal with his tricorder:: I would like not dying.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Walking in the general direction the drone headed, keeping an eye to this tricorder.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed:: +Maryse+ Very well, Doctor. I shall be down momentarily. ::She looked to Hunter.:: How are you feeling? Any headaches?

Indaura Ryssan: # :: holds her head :: This headache

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: This is the best "facility" I have at the moment.

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to face her:: No, ma'am. More gastrointestinal in doc speak.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene's still breathing heavily on the bench seat. :: "Make sure we're on internal life support and not-- ooh-- venting anything into the shuttle bay."

Hakran K'hal: # :: puts the comm on autodial to Tandy, frowing at the busy signal ::

Hunter Matheson: But I sure don't wanna puke here. It's dirty enough without that to mess with.

Hunter Matheson: Due respect, ma'am. You look awful.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Will's tricorder locates a power source along the wall, where a console and touch screen rises out of the floor.

William Chocox: @::Arden:: Found something.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Has a strange idea.:: Will Hakran's little communication program I used on the kittens earlier work both ways?

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::turns:: Oh good.

Hakran K'hal: # Yes and no. It's like the old custom of using emoji. You can get some concepts and feelings across, but it's not quite at dissertation level of information transfer.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> As much as I'd love to wonder around this place, it'd be helpful if we could find some sort of central command or something.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just a bit of a headache. I'm going to check in with the doctor. ::She rose from her chair.:: If you start feeling any worse, contact me and we can take over comms and helm from the yacht.

William Chocox: @ Shall I attempt to access it?

Rhan K'hal: ^

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am.

Maryse Dubois: # You noticed it too though, right? They reacted to those that we ill.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Briefly looks around to make sure there aren't any obvious death-and-destruction looking objects:: Go for it.

Rhan K'hal: # Yeah, and they seemed pretty annoyed to be interrupted once they shifted to that (more) unusual color pattern.

William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::touches it and tries to access it::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Moving to the lift, she took it down to the cargo bay. As she entered, the kitties cracked their eyes to have a look, then went back to sleep. She stepped onto the yacht.:: Doctor?

Maryse Dubois: # It's a long shot, but do you think they may be able to locate the source?

Hakran K'hal: @ :: continues operating the drone while William plays with the walls ::

Rhan K'hal: # It's worth a shot.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Turns to Miranda, greeting her, while holding an empty hypo.:: Commander, can you give me your arm, please?

Hunter Matheson: ::fighting off whatever it is:::

Hunter Matheson: ::and it's not exactly working:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> When will touches the panel it reacts to him, and he *feels* a sort of gentle probing at his the back of his mind, asking him what he wants.

Rhan K'hal: # Why don't I go introduce them to the concept. They seem to understand me rather well, I'm half convinced they're telepaths on top of being external empaths.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Matheson is feeling ill, as well. ::She rolled up her sleeve.:: Any idea what is causing it?

William Chocox: @ Oooh...shiny.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Rhan.:: Please do.

Indaura Ryssan: # Don't get this Commander, it....makes you a biy useless

Irene Mincine: # :: Weakly, :: "Oh, hi, Commander. We're popular today, huh?" :: Irene turns over on her bench seat. ::

Rhan K'hal: # :: gives Miranda a jaunty finger salute before hopping down out of the yacht ::

William Chocox: @ ::Arden:: We want central command?

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods::

Rhan K'hal: # :: pads over to the kitties ::

William Chocox: @ ::tells the probing that he wants to know where central command is::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty1> ::Yawns, pink tongue unfurling, as Rhan approaches. Cracks open one eye to peer at him.::

Maryse Dubois: # No, but I do know it is a toxin. But we have a crazy idea that might help us find the source. ::Draws Miranda's blood, then begins the scan.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Scans show that Maryse & Miranda's blood both have elevated levels of toxins.

Rhan K'hal: # :: squats down to be at eye level :: Sorry to interrupt your nap, but we all seem to be getting sick. You two seemed to pick up on that pretty quick.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Will feels something sort of wash over him, like a light breeze on a hot day. After a moment the panel transitions to a map of sorts, with directions.

Maryse Dubois: # ::sighs.:: Of course it is...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Can you do something to filter them out? Chemical dialysis?

William Chocox: @ ::blinks:: Whoa...alright, um...it's this way Commander.::points in the direction the panel told him.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #

Rhan K'hal: # :: uses Hakran's color-map and displays what seemed to be a "distress" pattern ::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Looks over to Khal:: Have the drone continue to map. Let's check this out.

Hakran K'hal: @ I'll swing the drone ahead.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 1> ::Sits up, head tilting at the color pattern, and the colors in his fur imitate the pattern. He yowled softly.::

William Chocox: @ ::leads the way based on the map his brain was given::

Maryse Dubois: # I have a mixture to help with breathing, but I can't synth an all around cure until I have a source. And since Rhan is infected too, it seems clear the problem is on the ship.

Hunter Matheson: +Yacht+ Matheson requesting comm check from Yacht to the away team.

Rhan K'hal: # I'll second that. Now when you started rubbing against Irene... Ms. Icky Food? You showed this... :: repeats the color pattern they showed when rubbing up against the sick ones :: Does that mean you can help?

Maryse Dubois: # ::Hands Mirand a hypo for herself and one for Hunter.:: This is the best I can do for now.

Irene Mincine: # "My food was-- hurk-- good!" :: Irene helpfully adds. ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: laughs at Arden :: I'm starting to think I should be working for you and not Swain, we seem to think the same things at the same time.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Comms are good. Keep an open channel. The doctor has identified toxins in our bloodstream.

Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Roger that, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 1> ::Its fur flickered from distress to help and back again.::

William Chocox: @ That was probably the weirdest interaction I've had with a computer ever.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smirks:: I'd offer you a position on the Starbase, but I think you'd find it less exciting than what my husband gets you into on a seemingly regular basis.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms the drone past the trio and in the indicated direction ::

Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Still reading five by for ATeam. Probe responding.

Tandaris Admiran: #::finally makes it to the cargo bay, collapses::

Hakran K'hal: @ I like boring. I was a lab rat on a Nova class for years.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Kitty 2> ::Spots Tandaris and streaks off, whirling distress. Headbutts the engineer, yowling.::

Rhan K'hal: # Oh dear. Doc!

Maryse Dubois: # ::Thought she heard a thud from outside.::

Maryse Dubois: ((night))

Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the @ team continues, they enter what appears to be an open air bridge leading from one section to the next. Though it’s obviously cordoned off by force fields. The view is stunning and they can make out the Lugh above as well.

Rhan K'hal: # :: jogs over to Kitty2 and Spots ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Very good. I have a hypo with your name on it. It should help with the nausea. ::Feeling slightly better, but still had a pounding headache.::

William Chocox: @ Holy moly. That's a good look.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Comes out.:: Damnit. ::Moves over to Tandy.:: Help me get him inside.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> Thats a view.

Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Copy.

Hakran K'hal: @ That's a helluva energy outlay for a scenic vista.

Rhan K'hal: # Right. :: manages to haul Tandy into a fireman's lift and staggers twoard the yacht ::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> +comm+ You all are missing quiet the peep show. ::Turns his tricorder to get a hologlyph::

Irene Mincine: # "I can help, I can help..." :: Irene tries to set up and just falls back to the bench. ::

Tandaris Admiran: #::mumbling incoherently::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Helps guide him in.::

Hunter Matheson: ::wondering how long he can hold it in but doesn't want to put the ATeam in danger, just in case::

Rhan K'hal: # :: sets Tandy down on the first decent spot ::

Rhan K'hal: # :: sticks his head out the door :: You two might as well come in.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Scans.::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods to Hakran:: That's for sure. This is a good 300 meter span, 10 meters wide, open to space? Lot of forcefield energy right there.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign, you stay where you are. ::Ordering Irene to bed. Steps back as they brings Tandaris in:: Doctor, I'm headed back to the bridge. Keep me informed.

Tandaris Admiran: # I don't want sausages with that.

William Chocox: @ True...

Maryse Dubois: # I will.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> What sort of power source must they be using?

Hakran K'hal: @ Then again, if they can punch a hole in space for a quick zip to a satellite galaxy, I imagine bridges are ho-hum to their engineers.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Makes an adjustment to the hypos she was using, setting it for Tandy's physiology.::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gives him a dose.::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods in agreement::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::Follow the others into the yacht, fur whirling in distress. One hops up to lay beside Irene. The other nudges Tandaris again.::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> Which brings up an interesting question. The artifact was a map, with a sort of... treasure hunt involved to find the pieces.

Cptn Swain: @Arden> What's the treasure?

Tandaris Admiran: #::shudders as he's dosed but seems to calm down::

Rhan K'hal: # :: to the kitties :: We don't know where this is coming from.

William Chocox: @ If this were a holonovel it'd be the friends we made along the way.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Notices the kittens.::

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene mumbles something, then turns over again. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda left the cargo bay and headed back to the bridge. When she stepped out, she made her way to Matheson and pressed the hypo to his neck, dosing him with something for the nausea.:: Doc says that'll help.

Hakran K'hal: @ Well, right now I'd settle for one four-pipped redshirt and a 1-way ticket back home.

Hunter Matheson: ::surprised, he winces:::

Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::smirks at Will:: I mean maybe that's not far off. The LMC is completely unexplored, and this place? You could spend months here with a science team.

Hunter Matheson: Thank you, ma'am. Away team is not reporting any illness, so it must be up here.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Kitties> ::They both begin whirling a different pattern than before. It looked like swirling light with long arms that spiraled about their fur.::

William Chocox: @ That'd be interesting. I'd like to just study the systems.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Exiting the extremely good use of our CGI budget and back into a facility area, the path leads them to a set of doors and a large lift.

Rhan K'hal: # :: uses Hakran's program to analyze the pattern ::

William Chocox: @ Up we go.

Rhan K'hal: # That's one of the most complex patterns I've seen them use yet... I wonder if it's less emotive and more descriptive.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Or there are other factors at play. It seems to be hitting everyone at different times. ::She resumed her seat, sagging a bit.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll let the doctors figure that out.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The lift begins going.... up.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Rhan K'hal: # Think. Feel. See. Think. Feel. See.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The pattern on the kitty's fur looks strangely like the vortex they came through.

Hunter Matheson: ::thinking.. thinking... different times:::

Rhan K'hal: # Holy Happy Hour!

Hunter Matheson: ::like it's traveling:::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM