USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.05.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The crew of the Lugh, with the assistance of the mysterious Cephalon Sulea, are no longer threatened by the Romulan interlopers, leaving them to reunite with their erstwhile Captain, who is currently awaiting transport aboard the Yacht, which has been converted into a temporary holding cell for Kai Emaril and his crew of mercenaries.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Miranda:: Permission to leave the bridge and join the doctor in the transporter room?

Maryse Dubois: ::Standing by the TR, waiting.::

William Chocox: &::is still in Engineering::

Hunter Matheson: ::still at helm::

Rhan K'hal: :: having made his way down to the TR after parking the yacht :: Okay, let's see how we're doing.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced at Arden and gave him a curt nod.:: And yell at him for me while you're down there. ::Still pissed.::

Hakran K'hal: :: on the bridge :: I was sorta hoping to get seats while you both yelled at him at the same time, but one can't win them all.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was with Dr. Dubois down near the transporter room, phaser still ready. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::messing with a few things, hoping the rust bucket gets us back where we want to be:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks:: I will tell him you missed him too.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, the yacht is aboard. Please inform the crew to prepare before we enter the vortex.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Heads off before she can find a piece of the bridge to throw at him::

Maryse Dubois: ::Holding one of the kittens to help pass the time. Sees Rhan.:: I take it we are in the clear since you are down here.

Rhan K'hal: Yep. Our friend the holographic Man in the Moon blew up the Romulans. I assume we'll be taking our leave of the LMC soon.

Tandaris Admiran: ::in engineering, running diagnostics::

Hunter Matheson: ::finally learned how to spell Lugh, too, and figures it's a good name for it:::

Rhan K'hal: :: le sigh :: Of course the yacht picked up some radiation while it was out there.

Hunter Matheson: :::like ugh with an L:::

Rhan K'hal: :: adjusts for it in the tp scanning ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene put away her phaser. :: "Great, great. I wasn't looking forward to a Romulan prison, anyway. It'll be nice to get back to, you know, our galaxy."

Rhan K'hal: Make mental note. Irene does not like galactic suburbs.

Maryse Dubois: It shouldn't be enough to cause any irreparable harm to those inside.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Using the magic of television, he arrived at the transporter room::

Maryse Dubois: ::To Irene.:: We would have never made it to the prison.

Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Okay, let's get this done, shall we? One Starfleet Captain, coming up... :: as Arden walks in ::

Rhan K'hal: :: initiates the transport ::

Hunter Matheson: ::mutters a few choice words as he scoots himself under the console, griming his uniform again, and trying to figure out why one area had a mind of its own:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches Rhan and backs up when Arden arrives. :: "Probably for the best, doctor..."

Cptn Swain: ::Shimmers into the transporter room, looking only a little bit scruffy::

Rhan K'hal: :: checks the signal in the buffer to make sure no one jumped on Swain's back, then beamy-beamy ::

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Do we have the Captain back?

Rhan K'hal: Doc? No one asked for one, but a quick DNA check to be sure, pretty please with a cherry on top?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ He has just been transported aboard.

Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: There you are your useless pile o'.... ::he sighs, switches the links, then scoots out, covered with whatever is on the deck:::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ And where would you like me?

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Can't help himself, goes over bear hugs Asher::

Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Rhan the kitty she was holding. Then gets her tricorder and a hypo out.:: I was going to do it even if I weren't asked. Captain, your arm please.

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs as Arden breaks the moment.::

Cptn Swain: ::Oofs as he's hugged by his husband, glances to Mayse wtih a grin:: Of course.

Irene Mincine: "Captain!" :: Irene sighed in relief. She'd never really met him, but it was still nice to have the captain back!

Hunter Matheson: ::then shakes it off, wipes his hands free as much as possible, slips into the seat and fires it up:::

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Steps back:: Of course... sorry...

Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical ::

Rhan K'hal: :: accepts kitty, scritches in a way only one cat knows how ::

Hunter Matheson: (w) There ya go, babe...

Hunter Matheson: (I'm waiting for the "le purrrr")

Maryse Dubois: ::Draws Swain's blood, then does a scan of the vial and of Swain himself.::

Cptn Swain: I promise I am not a Changeling.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Remain in engineering for the moment. We're going to be heading back through the vortex soon. I need an eye on the warp drive.

Maryse Dubois: Now there would be an interesting thought. Things would have made more sense... ::Steps back.:: He's clean of radiation, and yes, he is our Captain.

Rhan K'hal: +Bridge+ K'hal to Bridge. Swain acquired and verified.

Cptn Swain: Though I would like to know what you all have done with my ship. ::Grins:: This certainly doesn't look like my ship.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Gives Asher a look::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Seem content to be petted until Swain's arrival. Both of them began to bristle and their fur patterns shifted rapidly. They looked at him in suspicion with narrowed eyes, ears flat to their skulls.::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Of course ma'am.

Tandaris Admiran: ::looks up at Chocox:: How is the warp drive anyway?

Irene Mincine: "Well..." :: Irene was about to say something until she noticed the kitties' reaction. :: "That's new, isn't it?" :: She scans them, making sure there's no weird radiation effects on them, still. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: since he's holding one of the kitties, notes this rather quickly :: Okay, lil fella, what's the deal? This is who we left our galaxy to find.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances towards the Kitty:: Did those come with this ::waves hand:: thing?

Cptn Swain: Or are those a distant relative, R'han?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty1> ::Hisses at Swain.::

Rhan K'hal: :: rolls his eyes ::

Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Helm to engineering. I just changed a few chips under helm console. Everything's green up here and seems to be functioning perfectly. Got any red lights down there?

Maryse Dubois: Oh they really don't like you for some reason.

Hunter Matheson: ::test..test...test:::

Irene Mincine: "They like everyone else. I don't know why they don't like the captain." :: Irene shrugged. :: "We found them aboard the yacht after a hike through swampy planet, sir."

William Chocox: ::looks for red lights:: +Hunter+ Well, we have the usually red lights telling us half the stuff in this hunk o' junk ain't working, but Helm is green.

William Chocox: ::turns to Tandy:: Warp Drive should get us home.

Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: So that's what those distortions were?

Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ ::as he snorts::: Good to know. I'll let you know if the roof caves in.

Rhan K'hal: Commander, why don't you ah... do what you need to do with the Captain. Before our guests do what they seem to want to do with the Captain. Your way may leave the Doctors with less work.

Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks:: Why don't you come with me and the doctor, Asher. We have a lot to talk about.

Rhan K'hal: :: is totally not going to get scratched to hell for Swain right this minute ::

Tandaris Admiran: Good. This has definitely been an extended search trip.

Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: I suppose we do. ::glances around:: Thank you all for rescuing me.

Maryse Dubois: Go ahead Commander, Dr. Rysan is in medical. I'll catch up.

William Chocox: +Hunter+ I think we'll all be aware if the roof caves in.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods and leaves with Arden to the makeshift medbay in the mess hall::

William Chocox: And yes sir it has. Interesting one though.

Hunter Matheson: ::smirk, no snort:: +Cho+ Copy that.

Maryse Dubois: So...::Turns to Rhan and Irene.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Seem to calm down with Swain gone and get into a heated debate with one another.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the get just out of ear shot, the crew in the transporter room is treated to the sound of Arden slapping the crap out of Asher.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (ROFL)

Maryse Dubois: ::Then to the kitties.:: Think they sense something from him?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles as Swain leaves. :: "I'm glad we're done investigating swamps... for now, at least..." :: She looks to Maryse. :: "Maybe he did something to them not knowing they were cats. You know, when they were distortions."

Maryse Dubois: That could be true. We were under the impression we picked them up at the swampy planet, but it is possible they were on the yacht long before we ever arrived there.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> And those creatures with better than normal hearing would likely also be treated to Arden telling Asher what would happen to him and his uh... body parts, should he ever pull such a stunt again ... before the disappeared into a lift.

Rhan K'hal: :: doing the Caitian equivalent of biting his lip to keep from bursting out laughing ::

Hunter Matheson: ::patting the helm console:: (w) Okay, babe. Tell you what. You get us back to where we're supposed to go safe and sound and I'll buy you a beer. Sound like a plan?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed.:: +Transporter room+ Are you about done down there? We're approaching the vortex and need to get everyone within the areas that are best shielded from radiation.

Irene Mincine: "Yeah. You didn't find anything on your scan, right?" :: Irene gave Rhan a look. :: "What's up?"

Hunter Matheson: ::checking their vector, prepared for the vortex:::

Rhan K'hal: Okay, wow. Commander Arden is... creative.

Maryse Dubois: ::Curious look at Rhan, but then hears Miranda.:: We need to go. +Miranda+ On our way.

Cptn Swain: ::Enters the sickbay, a handprint still vaguely visible on his face, Arden in tow::

Rhan K'hal: Yep. :: makes way for the lift, setting the kitty down ::

Irene Mincine: "Yeah. I'm pretty sure this room's made of cardboard..." :: Irene follows Rhan and Maryse. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::OIC::: Approaching the vortex.

Rhan K'hal: :: talking to the kitties as if they're 2 legged guests instead of 4 :: Now if you're mad at him for kidnapping you, I doubt it was on purpose. If you're mad at him for stealing something from your home, then it probably WAS on purpose, but let his husband finish ah... discussing things with him first. You know how it is.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Engineering+ We're approaching the vortex. What can you do about better shielding in the area's we've cleared? Mess hall, Engineering, Bridge. I think the yacht has sufficient shielding of its own.

Cptn Swain: Dr. Ryssan? ::Looking around the converted mess hall, half expecting the Andorian doctor to be wearing a chef hat::

Indaura Ryssan: :: With some others ::

Rhan K'hal: If it's anything else... then I'm clueless, but would still ask that you wait before trying to punch any holes.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Give us a moment bridge, we'll do what we can.

Hunter Matheson: +All Hands+ If you're not tied down now, it's time to hang on.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Give Rhan a yowl that definitely sounded sarcastic as they waited in the lift.::

Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: We have five to ten, ma'am. There's time.

Rhan K'hal: Yeah, yeah. So-called civilization is a pain in the tail.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: If not, slow our speed and bring us to just outside the vortex until they're ready. I don't want the crew getting sick again if we can prevent it.

Rhan K'hal: :: doors wheeze open onto the bridge, steps out ::

Tandaris Admiran: Let's try rerouting power from non-essential subsystems.

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks as she steps onto the bridge.::

Tandaris Admiran: And then we can run the generators covering those areas past their recommended limits.

Tandaris Admiran: ::rubs his hands together:: Always a good day when you get to exceed the operating limits.

William Chocox: Yeah, sounds like a good idea. ::starts doing that::

William Chocox: Hopefully that doesn't go boom.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods all around :: Commander, Gunny.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Race into the bridge, chasing one another again.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene holds one of the doors open so it doesn't close on them and follows Maryse and Rhan out. She takes a seat at the auxiliary science station. :: "Commander. Ready for transit... I guess..."

Rhan K'hal: :: takes his console before anyone else with a tail gets any ideas ::

Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal::: Sir.

Hakran K'hal: What am I, chopped liver? :: Rhan ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Takes an empty seat.::

Rhan K'hal: If you were, you'd be on the menu I'd imagine.

Irene Mincine: "No onions in my makeshift hydroponics bay, sorry." :: Irene shrugged. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the internal scans, such as they are :: All life signs in the bridge, the mess hall, engineering or the yacht, Commander.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Maryse a glance.:: How was the Captain?

Hunter Matheson: ::NIP:: We have five minutes unless this thing has raised the ante with its pull.

Maryse Dubois: He was scruffy looking for sure, but it was definitely him.

Hunter Matheson: ::gut reaction from Excal to use the seat belt, but there isn't one::

Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: So, how're are you enjoying life in the LMC?

Maryse Dubois: Our friends don't seem to like him though. ::Watching the kitties chase each other.::

Irene Mincine: "I like the cats. I don't like the Romulans. I definitely like the guy who blew up the Romulans. Still, ready to get home, sir." :: She punched some data in on the console. :: "And not having it take a couple hundred years to do so."

Hunter Matheson: Down to three.

Hunter Matheson: ::already feeling the pull:::

Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Then we're in perfect accord. We'll have to get you back to your garden on the Excalibur, make sure the onions are doing okay.

Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Vortex closing in. Is it a go?

Hunter Matheson: ::ready to back off if necessary::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She drummed her fingers as they neared the vortex, jaw working.::

Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady, waiting for word, reversing so they won't be pulled in too soon:::

William Chocox: +Hunter+ As go as it's going to be.

Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Copy that. Going in.

Rhan K'hal: You keep that up Commander, you're going to end up with TMD. Isn't she, Doc?

Hunter Matheson: ::releases the brakes and lets her slide toward the vortex:::

Irene Mincine: "Yeah. Back to my garden... one of all those scientists... never leaving the lab for away missions..." :: Irene trailed off, then re-focused. :: "Right. Clear for transit according to my scopes."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Nervous ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the Lugh enters the Vortex, viewers are treated to the sound of cool Star Trek music and a cool light show. Aboard the Lugh a brief cool breeze sweeps over the crew, a sort of final, almost lonely good bye.

William Chocox: ::tries to send the same feeling back::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Oh yes, I hear it can be surprisingly painful.

Hunter Matheson: ::his expression changes to total focus:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just add it to the list of ailments that I've gotten since becoming Swain's XO. ::She inhaled as they entered the vortex and then sighed at the breeze, closing her eyes for a moment.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ride is a bit bumpy, and as they exit, the vortex closes behind them -- and seemingly disappears from sensors all together.

Hunter Matheson: ::blink:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> and in engineering, as they exit the warp drive goes from the cool swirly blues to pitch black. Lights flutter for a moment or longer as the secondary power systems finally kick in.

Hakran K'hal: :: looking over the scan :: So much for going back. Looks like they slammed the door on our butts on the way out.

Hunter Matheson: We're through, Commander. You can breathe now.

Maryse Dubois: Probably for the best.

Tandaris Admiran: Well, that was to be expected.

Rhan K'hal: :: frowns at the fluttering power :: Oh good, we get to call for a tow.

Hunter Matheson: ::thorough check of helm::: No problem, Sir ::Rhan:: We have insurance.

William Chocox: That's uh...suboptimal.

Hunter Matheson: Allstar Insurance. Accident forgiveness and all that.

Rhan K'hal: :: checks the time :: Looks like Irene won the "how long until we're stranded" pool. A respectable 435 credits.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene makes sure to record the breeze in the sensor logs! That'll be cool to look at later. She looks around the bridge when the power flickers. :: "Uh..." :: She whacks her console. :: "Primary power's out ship wide, commander."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And in one piece... ::She opened her eyes, frowning at the emergency lights.;: Mostly...

Hunter Matheson: ::cruising slowly, but cruising:::

Hakran K'hal: :: leans back in his chair ::

Rhan K'hal: Well, this gives Commander Arden extra time to bea.... :: clears throat:: be grateful that Swain is all right.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Engineering+ What's the status on the warp core?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect an incoming warp signature, under secondary power it's hard to make out who it is.

Rhan K'hal: :: tilts head at the sensor data, as if that'll help ::

Rhan K'hal: Incoming ship. Don't ask, I don't know.

Hunter Matheson: :::steady progress, but not much::

Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan::: Think they found out we stole this ship and went AWOL, sir?

Irene Mincine: "I really hope the batteries in this ship were charged at any point in the last century..." :: Irene tries her best to reroute what power she can get to the sensor array. :: "Let me see if I can clear it up."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stood, straightening her uniform tunic. She clasped her hands behind her to keep from biting her nails.::

Maryse Dubois: Well this could get interesting fast. Hopefully the Romulans didn't have a backup.

Rhan K'hal: :: just blinks at Hunter ::

Hunter Matheson: ::shrug::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we don't have an all-powerful laser weapon to blast them out of the skies.

Rhan K'hal: Not that the engineers wouldn't have loved to install one, given the time and parts.

Tandaris Admiran: +Miranda+ The warp core is offline for the foreseeable future, Commander.

Hunter Matheson: Nice.

William Chocox: I'm working on it now.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The incoming signature enters visual range of the Lugh.

Irene Mincine: "Do we even have phasers with secondary power?" :: Irene sighed. :: "Uh... guess we're really not going anywhere. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: flips the viewscreen on, even if it's only 23rd Century standard definition ::

William Chocox: ((Can someone stick their head out the window to see who it is? :P ))

Cptn Swain: ACTION> There's a long dramatic pause, before the fabled star trek trumpet noises sound and in all of her glory, the Excalibur drops out of warp and the theme song plays lowly in the background.

Hakran K'hal: I don't know if you have some sort of personal zen, Irene, but I find it extremely helpful to have one with this group.

Rhan K'hal: :: blinks :: Oh good. Wait. Who the hell is driving our boat?

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs as she leans back in the seat.:: Looks like home is coming to us...

Hunter Matheson: Whelp. That's the end of that. They caught us.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Relaxes a trifle.:: Who, indeed?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches the viewscreen. :: "We're probably going to have some time to think about it, lieutenant..."

Cptn Swain: d'Aubugine> +Excalibur+ Excalibur to Lugh, you look like you could use a lift.

Rhan K'hal: ::flips the comm wide open::

Cptn Swain: (( THREE MINUTE WARNING ))

Rhan K'hal: +d'A+ It must be nice being on the other side of that for once.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excalibur+ And a tow. And the brig. Will explain more when we're aboard.

Rhan K'hal: And a shower!

Hunter Matheson: ::and a shower:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene whispered to Hakran, not knowing who that guy is on the other end. :: "...good news?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Looks to Maryse.:: Doctor, everyone is to report to medical once aboard the Excalibur.

Maryse Dubois: And actual food.

Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: And a beer.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I want all traces of radiation erased.

Cptn Swain: dA> +Excal+ Going on an adventure without me? ::she smirked;:: Of course, Commander. We’re pulling alongside. I am sure you have quite the story to tell. Is Captain Swain aboard?

Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: I'll forward a message to Sickbay to have them ready.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excal+ Yes, Captain Swain is with us. ::Her tone darkened slightly.::

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Ensign, meet Commander Constance d'Aubugine, head of Excalibur flight operations.

Hunter Matheson: ::checking Excal's vector so they don't bump::

Cptn Swain: dA> +Miranda+ Understood Commander.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Irene Mincine: "Oh. Oh!" :: She let out a heaving sigh, pretty sure now that they're not going to be shot, or arrested, or... ::

Rhan K'hal: She's probably gotten delusions of grandeur after getting to fly the big ship.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Mincine, I want you to make our feline visitors comfortable aboard the Excalibur. They're going to be your responsibility.

Cptn Swain: dA> +Miranda+ Welcome home. ::ends the open line::

Rhan K'hal: :: Miranda :: Will you take five seconds to break a smile, Commander. We'll pretend we didn't see it.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls.::

Irene Mincine: :: Nods! She finally has an *important* job! :: "Yes, commander!"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You'll see it when I have something to smile about.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

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