USS Excalibur Sim Log - 07.15.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The game is afoot, ja? Medical has created a work around for the ongoing issue created by the unusual subspace vortex. Meanwhile after an encounter with a... strange... hologram the AT was ordered to return to the Lugh -- with a data cube given to them by the AI -- after sensors detected a vessel nearing the Milky Way -side of the Vortex. Additionally we encountered a sensor blip.

 

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Dusts himself off as he steps off the transporter pad on the Lugh::

Rhan K'hal: :: leading/following the kitties around on a whirlwind cleaning tour of the habitable areas of the ship ::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Resting in the yacht for a moment.::

Hakran K'hal: :: returns, holding the data cube like it is the most valuable Faberge egg ever hatched ::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Feeling a little better ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Once they were back on board, Miranda turned her attention back to the sensors.::

Rhan K'hal: :: exits the lift onto the bridge, allows the kitties to scamper around and do their colorful healing routine on Miranda and Hunter while he just leans a hip on a broken console ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Romp onto the bridge, chasing one another in circles, hiding in and about the furniture on the bridge.::

Hakran K'hal: I'll take this to the yacht and secure it for now.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene is also accompanying the kitties, following Rhan around with them. :: "They seem like they're having fun."

Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: It's nice to have guests who know how to have a good time.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Heads towards the lift::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda lifted a foot as a cat streaked out from beneath her chair.:: Ah.... hello? Having fun, I see.

Maryse Dubois: # :;Sitting up a moment, figuring Rhan has probably made it to the bridge.:: +Rhan+ Have you given the hypo to the Commander, and Gunny yet?

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander, where do you want me?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Our Probe indicates that the warp signature has moved close enough to the aperture to enter and begin the transit. Still no positive identification of the vessel.

Rhan K'hal: Having fun, and passively removing the radiation.

Irene Mincine: # "It is!" :: Irene's also taking readings as the cats go along, recording their bio signs and making sure they're not being harmed by all the radiation. :: "The cats seem to absorb the radiation wherever they go, and aren't herdable, so letting them roam the ship seemed to be the best option, sir."

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Stop being a backseat doctor, I'm on it.

Hunter Matheson: (bak - catching up)

Rhan K'hal: :: advances on Hunter first, because he's driving ::

Maryse Dubois: # :;Grins as she lays back in a comfy chair.::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::exits the lift and onto the bridge::

Rhan K'hal: :: pffft goes the hypo ::

Rhan K'hal: There ya go Gunny, that should help.

Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake::blink:::

Hunter Matheson: Sir?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Join us on the bridge, please. You can enjoy the sight of it being cleaned from radiation.

Hunter Matheson: ::suddenly feeling an itch:::

Rhan K'hal: Caitians and kitties bearing gifts from the doctor, Gunny.

Rhan K'hal: :: swivels, gives Miranda her shot ::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. ::shows up there shortly after Arden does.

Indaura Ryssan: # This has been a rough ride.

Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Copy that, sir. ::though he has no idea about... gifts?::

Maryse Dubois: # :Smirks:: It hasn't been too bad...But it hasn't been great either.

Hunter Matheson: ::from the cats?::

Hakran K'hal: # :: arrives at the yacht ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is watching everything go down, always keeping the scanners on the cats. :: "They seem fine so far, which is good."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Thank you. ::To Rhan.:: I trust this has something that'll negate the effects of the radiation?

Maryse Dubois: # ::Sits up as she hears the door open.::

Rhan K'hal: Either that or the doc is using me as an instrument of assassination. I'm pretty sure it's what you said though.

Hakran K'hal: # :: pokes head in :: Hello Doctor. Where'd all the fur go?

Irene Mincine: "It doesn't counter the radiation but it does relieve the effects until the cats can clean you up, I believe."

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::slips behind the communications console, and puts in the ear piece.:: The unidentified ship is entering the vortex. Estimate it should exit in ::does the math:: 20 seconds.

Maryse Dubois: # They are up on the bridge, cleaning radiation. Turns out the little guys have a knack for it.

Rhan K'hal: Okay you two, now that you've sharpened your claws on the science officer's chair, we should get down to Engineering. You can play hide and seek around the warp core, lots of jumping and all that down there.

Hunter Matheson: ::goes back to work, watching the vortex, keeping and even keel:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 1> ::Hops up onto Hunter's shoulder while Kitty 2 circles beneath his feet.::

Hakran K'hal: # So that's what they were doing. :: looks impressed ::

Rhan K'hal: Or you can do that.

Rhan K'hal: :: shrugs ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up from her pad at Rhan. :: "Are you sure you want to let them loose around the warp core, sir?" :: She looks back down. :: "It doesn't look like they want to go anywhere, either way."

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gives Hakran the short version of what had been going on while they were gone.::

William Chocox: ::sits down at an open console:: We're all certain that the ship is the Captain correct?

Cptn Swain: Arden> Vessel exiting the vortex and into normal space in 5, 4, 3, 2,...1

Rhan K'hal: As smart as they are, they can probably help Commander Admiran upgrade it.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We don't yet know for certain, Chocox.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty2> ::Gets bored with circling and decides to investigate Chocox's lap instead.::

Rhan K'hal: I suppose I'll hand over kittysitting duties to you, Irene. Looks like I have work.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, happy to receive the kitties. :: "Yes, Lieutenant. I'll lead them to engineering."

Rhan K'hal: :: heads over to his console, whacks it a few times, logs in ::

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, waiting for more bits of the ceiling to fall:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A small vessel, that is absolutely not reused CGI from a previous episode exits into normal space from the vortex.

William Chocox: ((It's only a model.))

Hunter Matheson: ::thinking that a helmet is a good thing to have on this bucket::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty1> ::Hearing Irene, it jumped down to wind around her ankles and then streaked across to pounce on Miranda's shoe.::

Hunter Matheson: :::absently scratches the injection site:::

Hakran K'hal: # Wow. Figures, Rhan would be the one around when they go into crewcat mode after I spend hours watching them sleep.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches the viewscreen warily. :: "Come on, cats, I think we might *need* the warp core soon and who knows what the radiation's done to it..." :: She holds the door to the turbolift open, knowing the cats can understand her.

Cptn Swain: Arden> No sign they've detected us.

Maryse Dubois: # They are definitely an interesting pair.

Indaura Ryssan: (Not the USS Hood again...)

Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady:::

Hakran K'hal: # On the good side, we got some information. A whole lot of it. :: hefts the data cube :: I'm not even going to consider trying to work with this until we're back at starbase unless it's life or death. :: begins securing it in the valuables locker ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Huffed upon hearing Irene, but jumped down and ambled toward the lift to join her.::

Rhan K'hal: :: calls back :: Have fun! Don't step on the "EJECT" button.

William Chocox: Please.

Cptn Swain: Arden> They should be in sensor range now.

Hakran K'hal: # Yep, here they come.

Irene Mincine: "I'll try, lieutenant." :: Irene disappears down to engineering, where her lines gain a @.

Hunter Matheson: ::plotting several exit vectors...again... since they don't seem to be holding:::

Hakran K'hal: # Do you need to get blood samples from Commander Arden, Lieutenant Chocox and myself, Doctor?

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda, letting her drive the bus::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets up from her seat, grabbing an empty hypo.:: It would be a good idea, to be on the safe side.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was watching the viewer and threw a glance at sensors.:: Matheson, get a passive scan. See if you can make an identification of their ship and weapon systems.

Hakran K'hal: # :: nods :: Data is good.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Takes a sample of Hakran's blood and scans it.::

Hunter Matheson: Passive scan, aye.

Hunter Matheson: :::waiting.... waiting::::

William Chocox: ::looks at his console to check their status::

Irene Mincine: @ "Come on, let's get this cleaned up." :: Irene leads the kitties into engineering, letting them take the lead while she has her nose in her pad as usual making sure everything's all right. She also checks the warp drive status monitors to make sure the radiation hasn't screwed everything up. ::

Hakran K'hal: # I wouldn't be surprised if we were "scrubbed" by the technology down there on the moon-structure.

Hunter Matheson: ::scan is creeping at a snail's pace, so he waits:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> After interfacing with the Yacht's much more up to date registry files, computer returns identification on the vessel as being a decommissioned Elasian scout ship, it's last known registry name was the Galaxy Osprey.

Hunter Matheson: :::and waits;::

Hunter Matheson: Ooookay. It's strange, ma'am. Elasian scout ship - never saw one of those, and thought they were totally out of commission, yet there it is. And it's last known registry is....

Hunter Matheson: Galaxy Osprey, ma'am.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: And it looks like you were. You are clean. Probably some shielding from the radiation down there.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Kitties> ::Found engineering to be most diverting and they were soon lost, running in and around all of the equipment.::

Rhan K'hal: :: works on optimizing the Lugh's software a bit more since the link with the yacht is most definitely not its plan A ::

William Chocox: Not familiar with anything like that.

Irene Mincine: @ "Be careful! Of course, I'm sure you know that..." :: She makes sure the kitties don't get into too much trouble... ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Relaxing now that they weren't outmatched in weaponry.:: Hail them.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::shifts in his seat, nods:: Aye.

Hakran K'hal: # Which is ironic since they have so much open vacuum construction.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::glances to Rhan letting him field comms while he moved to what passed a weapons station on the Lugh::

Maryse Dubois: # You'll have to tell us about it later.

Hunter Matheson: Hailing the ship.

Rhan K'hal: Hailing. :: does so ::

Hunter Matheson: ::or not::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Kitties> ::Too much trouble? Was that even possible for a cat? They took turns ambushing one another around the warp core, fur pattern whirling in time with the core itself.::

Cptn Swain: $Kai> +Galaxy Osprey+ What an unexpected pleasure meeting another vessel here. And a Federation ship at that.

Rhan K'hal: :: notes in his right-side subwindow that the camera is pointed at Hunter's crotch - after a quick facepaw, readjusts the direction to the proper center-chair focus... but can't do anything about the feed being rotated 6.3° anti-clockwise ::

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene made sure to get video of that! :: "Definitely sensitive to high-energy fields..." :: She checked the radiation levels around engineering, seeing if they were making any difference. ::

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda's lips thinned.:: +Osprey+ I am Commander Miranda Hawthorne aboard the USS Lugh. I wish to speak to Captain Swain.

William Chocox: ::waits::

Cptn Swain: $Kai> Excuse me, Commander? I am not sure I know anyone named Swain. My ship was on a survey mission for the Caldonian Science Directorate when we detected this vortex.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Shifts uncomfortably:: Liar. ::lowly::

Rhan K'hal: :: uses the sensor link and the misalignment caused by the position of the yacht's parking spot to try to get accurate placement of any life sign readings from the little scout ship with using only passive scanning ::

William Chocox: ::rolls eyes::

Hakran K'hal: # Let me see if Rhan kept the bridge link hooked up. :: unfolds himself and pokes at the console by the large screen in the main room of the yacht that they'd been using ::

Hakran K'hal: # :: gets it turned on just in time for Kai's statement, with an annoying background hiss of static ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Osprey+ It would be wonderful if we could skip all of the games you intend to play. We know who you are, Kai Emaril, and that Asher Swain is on board your vessel. Put him on the comm.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Moves over and watches the screen.:: Looks like some fun is about to happen.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: @ Kitties> ::Were definitely having an impact on the radiation levels in engineering and it didn't seem to be bothering them. Their fur patterns had turned especially colorful.::

Cptn Swain: $Kai> +Lugh+ Once again Asher sells me down river. ::Sighs::

Hunter Matheson: ::thinking "vortex... decommissioned ship...":::

Rhan K'hal: :: frowns as he gets a quadrupled image with accuracy down to the nearest 5 meters, which was pretty useless on a ship that size - began trying to refine it using the intact and configurable system on the yacht ::

Irene Mincine: @ "Good, good, we're getting closer to baseline..." :: Irene notes in her pad that the kitties are very happy and tries to keep them away from anything especially dangerous. ::

Cptn Swain: $Kai> +Lugh+ Very well. I will return Captain Swain to you and turn myself over on the condition that my crew be allowed to leave through the vortex.

Hakran K'hal: # :: flicks ears around as he hears the yacht's sensor systems being adjusted by the system :: So this is what it's like to live in a probe.

William Chocox: (w) That sounds too easy.

Hunter Matheson: ::has a bad feeling about this:::

Rhan K'hal: :: gets the angle on the yacht's sensors adjusted, tries again ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Osprey+ I would speak with Swain about that first.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Giggles, but tone changes as she hears the bridge conversation.:: That seems a little too easy.

Cptn Swain: $Kai> +Lugh+ Very well.

Hakran K'hal: # I wouldn't buy what he's selling, no.

Cptn Swain: +Lugh+ Hello, Miranda?

Maryse Dubois: # Have you tightly secured whatever it was you brought back?

Hakran K'hal: # :: nods :: Everything else might end up bum over teakettle but that's secure.

Rhan K'hal: :: has squashed the quadrupling of the sensor image and refined the resolution, starts to get a picture of the life signs aboard the little scout ship ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Asher, you selfish #$@%^&!

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM