USS Excalibur Sim Log - 07.29.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Kai -- the Captain's Captor -- has agreed to turn himself, along with his crew over to the Lugh and return Asher to us. Two factors are currently delaying the happy reunion, however. First we believe there is a cloaked ship in the system. What their intentions are, we can't know. Additionally, we do not have a proper brig setup aboard the Lugh. To ameliorate this situation, Rhan and Boomer have rigged the yacht as a sort of a remote brig cell that we can fly out of the Lugh to transport our guests too and bring back in.

 

 

 

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Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

 

 

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::on the bridge, trying to not bite her nails::

Hakran K'hal: :: since the yacht, and the shuttle bay, are now occupied with other missions, has moved back to the bridge of the Lugh - such as it is ::

Hunter Matheson: ::is where he is, on the Lugh?:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene had just arrived on the bridge with the kitties after cleaning out the radiation in the main transporter room. ::

William Chocox: #::finishes up working on the captain's yacht with Rhan::

Rhan K'hal: # :: looooong sigh ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeling a bit better than last time ::

William Chocox: #Well, that's about as good as we're going to get it.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Looking to Will and Rhan.:: You did get rid of all of Swain's codes from the yacht right?

Hunter Matheson: ::bridge, checking out Lugh's systems::

Hunter Matheson: ::making sure the bucket will still fly::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Continuing to use the sensors to see if they can learn anything more about the possible cloaked ship::

Rhan K'hal: # Yeah, I can control it remotely, and it'll take actual work to try to control anything from inside.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.::

Rhan K'hal: # About the best we can count on. Though it's just not right, turning this into a brig. ::wipes an imaginary tear::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hunter: Once we launch the yacht, keep us between it and the Galaxy Osprey ... ::pauses:: and theoretically the signature for the possible cloaked ship's last coordinates.

William Chocox: #We can fix it when we get back.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking around, but being careful ::

Maryse Dubois: # I'll miss my comfy chair.

Hunter Matheson: ::still checking::: Aye, ma'am. Keeping an eye out.

Rhan K'hal: # Okay, everyone out so I can lock this puppy.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Goes to leave ::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Steps out into the cargo bay.::

Irene Mincine: "Transporter room is ready, sir." :: Irene surreptitiously watches the goings-on on the bridge, unsure of what her next course of action should be. :: "Cats are no worse for wear."

William Chocox: #::walks out of the yacht::

Hunter Matheson: ::configuring potential shifts for the cloaked ship as well as evasive possibilities, still hoping the bucket will stand up::

Hakran K'hal: Good, thank you Irene.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Cargo Bay+ Status?

Hakran K'hal: I know kittysitting probably wasn't part of your Academy curriculum, but you've done well.

Rhan K'hal: # :: exits the yacht and locks it tight behind him ::

Rhan K'hal: # +Miranda+ Just locking up the yacht, Commander.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, standing by the science station. :: "Not for a long time, lieutenant. They've been nice to have around, though."

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan+ Understood, launch as soon as you're ready. ::Looks to Arden:: Send the coordinates for the yacht as soon as its cleared.

Rhan K'hal: # Okay, if you trust the force-field to not fail when the yacht goes through, find something to sit on and enjoy yourself. If not, now's the time to run away.

Rhan K'hal: # :: brandishes his oversized padd ::

Maryse Dubois: # I assume the Captain will be sent to the transporter room?

William Chocox: #::evacuates to a safe distance::

Rhan K'hal: # That is what we're aiming for.

Cptn Swain: (( Mechanically I think Swain would have to transport to the yacht first, and then we could transport him off the yacht once its back on the Lugh ))

Hunter Matheson: :::CDR:: Lugh is at sationkeeping.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks to Indaura.:: We'll head there then.

Rhan K'hal: (( or that - I forgot we're not doing a chain tp in this scenario ))

Rhan K'hal: # :: starts up the yacht ::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Grabs her kit and exits the bay.::

Hunter Matheson: ::locks onto the yacht to keep tabs:::

Cptn Swain: (( Unless we think we could drop and raise the shields on this rust bucket quickly enough? ))

Hakran K'hal: I'm going to be busy tracking this cloaking signature. Why don't you monitor the transfer.

Hunter Matheson: (we have shields?)

Maryse Dubois: ((Hah, the instant the shields drop, they would end up breaking.))

Hunter Matheson: (Was gonna say I need some over the helm console)

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking behind Dubois ::

Rhan K'hal: # Up, up and away. :: maneuvers the yacht out of the bay ::

Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Yacht is clear.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Yacht is away. Sending transport coordinates to the GO.

Maryse Dubois: ::Makes her way to the TR.::

Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: Irene takes a seat at one of the science stations and wipes crud off the screens. :: "Monitoring the transfer." :: She sets it up to watch the transport readings. ::

Rhan K'hal: # :: keeps the yacht tucked up close to the Lugh, but outside its shield envelope ::

Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ We're by the transporter room, waiting for the exchange.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> 8 individuals transport from the Galaxy Osprey onto the yacht, but as they do -- tv viewers are treated to the visual of a Romulan warbird decloaking off the GO's port bow.

Rhan K'hal: # Ultimate R-C, though I could use a controller.

William Chocox: #Transport successful?

Hunter Matheson: Bingo. Knew it was there.

Rhan K'hal: # Okay, they're on board, raising Yacht's skin-shield and holy hell there's a warbird.

William Chocox: # I'm sorry, there's a what?

Cptn Swain: Arden> Romulan warbird off the port bow. Weapons are armed, but I can't tell if they're locked on.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up from the display. :: "Transporter shows 8 beamed safely, sir-- what the hell is that!?" :: She nearly jumps out of her chair when the Warbird decloaks. ::

Rhan K'hal: # Warbird. Romulan.

Hunter Matheson: ::checks Lugh's capability and decides it's a no-brainer:::

William Chocox: # Ah...well then...

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Frowns:: Lovely. Keep us between the warbird and the yacht. Open a channel.

Hakran K'hal: I don't think I need to monitor the cloak anymore. :: shifts to try to improve their standard sensor detection ::

Hunter Matheson: :::CDR:: Moving to between warbird and yacht, aye.

Cptn Swain: Arden> They're hailing us.

William Chocox: #::taps commbadge:: +Miranda+ Commander, where do you want me Commander?

William Chocox: #::is suddenly very nervous all of a sudden::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Will+ Engineering. Hopefully we won't need to do anything drastic, but you know how our luck is.

Hunter Matheson: ::standard helm report:: Emergency exit vector laid in and ready to go. ::not that it will do any good::

Maryse Dubois: ::Oblivious to what is currently happening, since Indaura and herself are by the transporter room.::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::clicks her tongue at Arden:: Lovely. Put them through.

Rhan K'hal: # :: has the yacht ready to do a quick dive back into the bay, but obviously now is not a good time for the Lugh to lower shields, and isn't sure they can extend them beyond what they're already set to ::

William Chocox: # +Miranda+ Aye ma'am. ::heads to Engineering and grabs an & on his way there::

Irene Mincine: "First assignment out of the Academy and it ends up with me in a Romulan prison..." :: Irene mutters, resetting the science station. She coughs, then says :: "Standing by for orders, sir."

Rhan K'hal: # +Maryse+ K'hal to Transporter Room. We have a slight warbird problem, so sit tight.

Cptn Swain: Lkaen> +Lugh+ Normally I'd play coy, but seeing as my sensors show you've transported my... associate Mister Emaril and his crew to your runabout, I'll skip right to it.

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: (q) sit tight for now

Maryse Dubois: # +Rhan+ ::almost untranslatable curse.:: Understood. ::Goes into the TR, looking to Indaura.:: Probably not a good idea to be in the hall anymore.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Romulans+ An introduction would be a good place to start, Commander?

William Chocox: &::makes it to Engineering and takes up a standard position and starts watching::

Rhan K'hal: # :: decides he doesn't want to be sitting in the bay with an open door if Hunter is going to have to start evasives, bops out into the hallway ::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Nods :: No it would not.

Hunter Matheson: ::not so much watching, but listening and constantly checking his console:::

Hunter Matheson: ::his mind spins with ideas that will get them outta Dodge::

Cptn Swain: Lkaen> ::Rolls his eyes:: I'll make this very simple for you, Starfleet. Lower your shields and surrender your vessel. I already know you're working with Kai to undercut us on this -- but I am not about to allow the Empire to be sold short on this deal. Now, surrender yourselves and Mister Emaril and his... crew and we'll transport you back to Romulus, where after a brief amount of ... debriefing by the Tal'Shiar you and your crew will be returned to the Federation... mostly unharmed.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::starts laughing::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, ready to take... whatever action is necessary. She nervously adjusts her seat, stopping dead when the Romulan captain starts talking. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::yeah..right:::

Indaura Ryssan: # This has been a strange mission.

Maryse Dubois: # ::nods:: You have a phaser right?

Indaura Ryssan: # A small one

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: (q) Take the cats and head to the TR. I have a feeling we might need to save time, and they should be pretty good if we get into pawsticuffs.

Maryse Dubois: # Same here...

Cptn Swain: Lkaen> ::Unamused:: I fail to see the humor in the situation, Captain. Surely you can see my vessel out guns you and while I'd prefer not to resort to such... brutal methods, rest assured I will not hesitate to use the full power of this warbird.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods to Hakran, herding the cats as quietly as possible and making her way down to the transporter room, picking up an # along the way. ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Romulan+ Oh, I am sure you are very serious, but I think there's been a misunderstanding, Commander. We're not working for this Emaril fellow. We happened to be exploring the area when...

Cptn Swain: Lkaen> +Lugh+ Enough Captain. I am giving you 5 minutes to surrender yourselves. Lkaen out.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::under her breath:: I am going to kill Asher.

Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Lovely. Now what?

Indaura Ryssan: # My hypo is larger than my phaser

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan/Will+ I don't know about anyone else, but a stay at the Tal'Shiar Hilton is not how I plan to spend my very richly deserved leave. ::to them and to the bridge group:: Options?

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene arrives at the transporter room, seeing the others there. :: "This is bad..." :: She checks her phaser, satisfied that it's charged. ::

Irene Mincine: # :: The kitties are accompanying her, too. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::leans back:: So... if he uses the full power of his vessel, it will probably fall apart, leaving him with nothing.

Hunter Matheson: It meaning Lugh.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Irene.:: very bad.

William Chocox: &::blinks and speaks to the intercom:: He could just pick through our debris to find what he's looking for.

Hakran K'hal: The, ah... "super-moon." The one advantage we have against a warbird is size and maneuverability. We can get ourselves in and around the bits and bobs of it. Plus I have a feeling it might not appreciate some ship firing a disruptor around it.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Our shields aren't much of a match for a top of the line warbird.

Hunter Matheson: And I don't suppose he realizes that Lugh is falling-apart.

Hunter Matheson: How fast is the Runabout?

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hark:: What about the Yacht?

Hunter Matheson: ::Looks to the CDR:::

Hunter Matheson: Lugh is between the warbird and the yacht. Our crew is minimal. No brainer.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene gulps, shrinking back from her normal confident self. :: "I'm sure they're working on... a solution up on the bridge."

Hakran K'hal: Rhan can follow our lead easy enough with the remote program.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: This will be a tough one, but it'll work out.

Hunter Matheson: We could give them the finger, transport over, and they wouldn't know the difference between the Lugh and an empty Lugh.

William Chocox: & Do we have to go through the vortex at impulse?

Cptn Swain: Miranda> We've already converted the yacht to a brig, and with 8 people already over there it might be just a wee bit crowded.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Checks her phaser, sure it was dusty ::

Hunter Matheson: Due respect, Commander, we're not going to the Hilton if they take us. It'll be crowded.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::bites her lip:: Lay in a course for the moon base, transfer everything to weapons and aft shields. +Rhan+ Have the yacht follow us.

Hunter Matheson: Or.... :::smirk:: We can transport over and set Lugh to ram the warbird.

Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Your faith in me is immense. Let's see just how good my programming is.

Irene Mincine: # :: Sees Ryssan's dusty phaser. :: "I was champion sharpshooter in my class at the Academy... not that it matters much against a Warbird."

Maryse Dubois: # :;Pets one of the kitties.::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan+ Time to earn that praise, Lieutenant. Have the yacht stick in as close to us as they can.

Indaura Ryssan: # This is more just to add an exclamation point to my words,

Rhan K'hal: # +Yacht+ Ladies and gentlemen. Hold on to your butts.

Cptn Swain: Arden> +Will+ I am standing by to transfer power to aft shields and engines. Keep an eye on the power transfers.

Hunter Matheson: +Rhan+ Lugh helm, holding on.

William Chocox: & +Arden+ Aye sir.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Bites her lip again:: Engage.

Hunter Matheson: ::total focus on helm:::

Rhan K'hal: # :: deep breath, engages the follower program ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Lugh and yacht break off and accelerate towards the moon-base, the warbird takes a few moments to re-act, but is soon our tail. Weapons armed! Pew-Pew!

Cptn Swain: Arden> Incoming!

Hunter Matheson: Diversionary tactics, Commander?

Maryse Dubois: # I think it's started.

Rhan K'hal: # The yacht is good at being a mosquito.

Hunter Matheson: ::not sure about that with the yacht together::

Indaura Ryssan: # Yeah...

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Negative. Keep us on course.

Hunter Matheson: Aye, Ma'am. Steady on course.

Irene Mincine: # "It seems that way. It kills me to be down here..." :: Irene clutches one of the kitties. ::

William Chocox: &::makes sure that the power transfers go through::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A disruptor hit bounces off our shields. Hold onto your collective butts.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Shields down to 35% we can't take many more of those.

Hakran K'hal: :: concentrates on keeping the sensor feed solid so Gunny can see where he's going, so that the yacht can know where it's going ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Return fire.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Aye.

Hunter Matheson: ::takes note of Hakran's tactics and follows his lead::

William Chocox: &::tries to get as much power as he can from the core::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lugh returns fire on the Romulan ship, but does little damage. Another disruptor hit deals a glancing blow to our shields, while another hits the Yacht.

Cptn Swain: Arden> Shields down to 13%, that last hit knocked out the aft torpedo launcher. Yacht's shields at 73%.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Distance to the moon?

Rhan K'hal: # :: winces twice, but the yacht's remote stays strong ::

William Chocox: & +Bridge+ Hey guys? We can't take any more of those.

Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets into a corner and sits on the floor.:: No sense in getting tossed around in here. ::Holding the other kitty.::

Hakran K'hal: 15 seconds to outer perimeter of the superstructure.

Irene Mincine: # :: Irene keeps herself steady by leaning on a pipe in the hallway. :: "If the shields drop, Romulans are going to pour out of there, aren't they?" :: Gesturing to the transporter room. :: "At least we know they're up?"

Hakran K'hal: That's where it's gonna get interesting.

Hunter Matheson: +Rhan+ Steady as she goes.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A bright light flashes out from the moonbase, just as the Romulan vessel enters torpedo range of the Lugh while another hit crackles across the yachts shields.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looking at the cats ::

Maryse Dubois: # If they do, just hope they don't target doctors. Good thing your uniform is the same color.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Crew on all three ships suddenly feel what is like a blow of strong, hot wind across them and in their mind's eye an odd, three-d geometric shape appears. In their own languages a voice stirs in the wind.

Rhan K'hal: # :: harrumphs :: It's all up to the program at this point. Crap, this padd is not a bloody damn bridge console, I can't control everything at once. :: pulls up the shield screen and adjusts the shield shape ::

William Chocox: &::winces:: Not this stuff again.

Maryse Dubois: # Whoah...

Hunter Matheson: ::having trouble focusing on helm with that going on:::

Cptn Swain: Sulea> +All+ I am Cephalon Sulea. Attacking vessel, break off your pursuit. The Lugh is under my protection. If you value your lives, be somewhere else.

Hakran K'hal: :: so this is what Will went through, he thinks ::

Irene Mincine: # "Good day to wear green-- what?" :: She wasn't around for the first go-round of the geometric shape stuff, after all. :: "That's... something special..."

Hunter Matheson: ::under his breath:: Whoa...

Cptn Swain: << can I get a number 1-10 everyone >>

Hakran K'hal: (( 3 ))

William Chocox: ((8))

Indaura Ryssan: (2)

Rhan K'hal: # ((9))

Irene Mincine: (4)

Maryse Dubois: ((7))

Rhan K'hal: :: with what very little he knows about their technology, hopes the Romulan Commander decides to bugger off for his crew's sake if nothing else ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Romulans clearly don't value their lives, and launch another attack on both vessels. Not good choices, folks. A bright gold light flashes out from the moonbase and strikes the warbird, dematerialzing it instantly.

William Chocox: ((Do we all know this?))

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sulea, in his wisdom, had decided to show this through the connection.

William Chocox: &(w) Holy ::expletive deleted::

Maryse Dubois: # Is anyone else seeing this?

Hakran K'hal: :: tries to concentrate around the mentalgram :: Ah, sensors can confirm that the warbird is no longer an issue. Suggest immediately returning to driving like sane people.

Hunter Matheson: So...we'd better not get on their bad side.

Irene Mincine: # "Wow!" :: Irene was elated that the Romulan was not there anymore, but not totally sure what was up with the godlike being. ::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Silent ::

Cptn Swain: Sulea> +Lugh/Yacht+ The loss of life was tragic, but they would not listen. ::the air seems to shift from being hot to sort of damp and cold... almost sorrowful::

Maryse Dubois: # ::Shivers::

Hakran K'hal: :: fur floof ::

Hunter Matheson: ::blankly staring at the moon:::

William Chocox: & Well then.

Cptn Swain: Sulea> +All+ I trust you can find your way home. I look forward to when the time comes for you people to return to this place in a few hundred years or so. May the stars guide your path, always. ::the wind shifts again and is then gone::

William Chocox: & +Bridge+ We somewhat in the clear?

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Well. That's one to write home about.

Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ As sad as all this is, I'd just assume not end it prematurely by blapping into their very nice moon. Can we pull away now?

Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Khal+ Bring the yacht in.

Hunter Matheson: ::comes around, blinks, waiting:::

Rhan K'hal: # +Miranda+ Happily, Commander.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Hunter, bring us about. Make our course for the vortex.

Cptn Swain: (( and ... )

Rhan K'hal: # :: pulls the yacht out of follow mode and pulls away from the moon, then waits for the Lugh to hold still long enough to land ::

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Waiting for the yacht to report docking.

Rhan K'hal: # :: flies the yacht in, only scratches the right side on the door a bit :: Dammit.

 

 

 

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