USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.19.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The crew has gotten a few much needed days of R&R aboard Starbase 39 Tango, and have received recall orders. Captain Swain remains on suspended status while a review continues by Sector Command.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stepped into view of Irene's cell, a frown upon her face.:: I heard you got into a bit of trouble, Ensign.

Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, minding the store ::

Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge, keeping Rhan company for the moment.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Operations gets a note that a VIP of further unspecified origin will be boarding soon and that we should have someone at Airlock 5 to do a meet and greet.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is doing push-ups in her cell, as you do. :: "...22... 23... 24..." :: Hearing the commander, she gets up. She's wearing a gray brig-issue tank top. Irene figures that being as squared away as possible would be the best approach here. :: "Yes, sir."

Rhan K'hal: :: checks the incoming :: Ugh.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Down in medical folding towels ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at Rhan.:: What is it?

Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, checking out the baggage that might have been installed while they were gone in the old rustbucket:::

William Chocox: ::is working down in Engineering

Rhan K'hal: Incoming VIP. I need to send someone down to airlock 5.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She flexed her injured hand which had been wrapped up by station medical.:: Yes, well... we all have issues. ::She gestured to the brig guard, who deactivated the forcefield.:: As I understand your infraction was minor, you've been released for duty. Let's get your things and get back to the ship.

Maryse Dubois: Hmm... Does it have to be someone in particular? I suppose I could go if I had to.

Rhan K'hal: Doesn't give any info on the VIP. I suppose that would normally be my job, but we all know how diplomatic I am. :: mischievous grin ::

Hunter Matheson: ::and is pleasantly surprised that it's actually in great shape:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks as she stands.:: You said 5, right?

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Yep.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded... she hid a smile at being released, then eyed Miranda's wrapped hand. :: "Thank you, sir. May I ask... what happened to your hand?" :: She put her blue uniform jacket back on and left the cell to pick up her sidearm and other things from the guard. ::

Maryse Dubois: You owe me. ::Heads to the Tl, stepping in.::

William Chocox: Computer, have we found Commander Admiran?

Hakran K'hal: @ :: waiting in the lobby of the station holding area, looking grumpy as he waits his turn for Irene ::

Rhan K'hal: Send me an invoice, you know I'm good for payment.

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as the door closes.:: Airlock 5.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Accompanying Irene, she waited until the ensign had gotten her things before answering.:: I told you that we all have issues. This... this comes from me losing my temper and punching someone.

Maryse Dubois: ::Hops off the lift and makes her way towards the airlock.::

Rhan K'hal: +Sickbay+ Bridge to Dr. Ryssan.

Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: She figured that was why Miranda wasn't being as hard on her as she thought, but she wasn't going to say that out loud. Quietly, :: "I hope it wasn't anybody I care about..." :: She coughed. :: "I mean, uh, ready to go, Commander. Glad to get out of that cell."

Apollo: Sulia> ::Waiting at the airlock, checking her hair in the reflection. They were late.::

Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Ryssan here.

Maryse Dubois: ::Arriving at the airlock, she spots an unfamiliar woman.:: Hello. I'm Dr. Dubois.

Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ Just letting you know that Dr. Dubois is doing a meet and greet of a VIP since we're still low on staff.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: None of us enjoy spending time... in there. ::She threw Irene a half smirk.:: So, what are we going to do about this temper of yours?

Maryse Dubois: ((I had a character that probably enjoyed it a little too much.))

Apollo: Sulia> ::Frowning, deeply:: A doctor? They sent the ship's doctor? ::Exhales:: Secretary Sulia Link, past Secretary of Defense ::pauses, looking Maryse over:: Secretary of Defense for the Federation, mind you. Not Arzaban. Anyway why isn't your Commanding officer or even your Executive officer here to greet me. Shouldn't they have a full honor guard? Is this what Starfleet has come to under the Bacco administration? ::Shakes her head::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged, following Miranda. :: "People have said that a lot. I take it you have an idea in mind, sir?"

Rhan K'hal: :: works on some of the operations paperwork as the standard requisitions have been loaded aboard - being the duty watch officer at this point was like watching paint dry ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. Extensive holodeck time. How are you at hand to hand combat? ::Striding with purpose back to the ship.::

Hakran K'hal: :: magic-edits himself to his lab ::

Hunter Matheson: ::paging through the station's engineering report re: helm:::

Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Shall I join her? I'm on shift here now.

Apollo: Sulia> :: Looks over at Maryse :: Well don't just stand there. Escort me to my quarters. I assume a full diplomatic suite is prepared. My luggage should be here. I swear nothing runs on time anymore.

Hunter Matheson: ::padd in hand, he rocks back and hums, rocking the helm chair back and forth as he reads:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to eyeroll. Rhan owes her big time.:: My apologies, Ma'am. Our CO is unavailable at the moment, and our XO is dealing with a situation on station. If you'd like, I can inform them of your visit and you could wait for them to return.

Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ That shouldn't be necessary, Doctor. Was just dropping you a courtesy call on her status.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Of course. This way.

Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Understood. Hey, are you due for a physical soon? I'll check our records.

Apollo: Sulia> ::Blinks:: What? Did no one... ::pauses:: Just take me to my quarters, then tell your oh so busy command team they can come see me at their leisure. ::the last part coming out in extremely sarcastic fashion::

Irene Mincine: "Hand to hand combat?" :: Irene lifted the side of her jacket and tank top, showing off a wicked scar on her side. :: "Bat'leth tournament at the Klingon embassy on Proxima during a cultural festival. I placed 3rd in the women's bracket. Only one who wasn't a full Klingon."

Maryse Dubois: ::Sends Rhan a message with the name of the guest, and praying he has the suite ready.::

Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ I have no idea, Doctor. :: gets the comm from Maryse :: Excuse me, duty calls. K'hal out.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Another message comes in, this one looks like it’s time stamped from earlier in the day but must of gotten side tracked noting a diplomatic VIP would be coming aboard later this afternoon, further orders pending.

Indaura Ryssan: Duty calls indeed...

Maryse Dubois: ::Leading her guest to the TL. She stand on the opposite wall of the lift as it moves.::

Rhan K'hal: You've got to be kidding me. Meet Sulia Link, You'll Need a Drink is here?

Rhan K'hal: :: now gets the orders in :: Oh, if only I had enough pips to kick someone's tail for this.

Rhan K'hal: :: checks the status of the VIP suites ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Must have been a real fun day in station ops, another note comes in noting her, uh, luggage would be arriving. It appears to be enough to outfit a small army.

Maryse Dubois: ::Feels like the lift is taking forever to get to the right floor.::

Apollo: Sulia> So... Doctor... what was your name again?

Rhan K'hal: :: reads the next one - tail whip whip whip whip ::

Maryse Dubois: Dubois, Maryse Dubois. I'm the Chief Medical Officer.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded her admiration.:: Good. You're going to teach me. I know basic hand to hand, but I figured that fighting would be a good way to get out some aggression.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ :: via text "Scenic route, quarters not ready!" ::

Apollo: Sulia> Ah I tried to talk my son into becoming a doctor, you know. But no, no, he wanted to be a scientist. ::Rolls her eyes:: Well one of them anyway. Xeno at least became a security officer.

Rhan K'hal: :: starts shouting over the comm to the quartermasters office, and inputting urgent orders for the cargo handlers ::

William Chocox: ::is working on his "special" project::

Rhan K'hal: :: at this point, the region behind his chair would be qualified as a navigation hazard as his tail lashes around ::

Hunter Matheson: ::is working on his "special" project - reading what they did to helm:::

Rhan K'hal: :: checks to see if Miranda is back on ship ::

Apollo: Sulia> ::Wrinkles her nose:: How long is this lift going to take anyway? Is this more of President Bacco's neglect for the military at play again.

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up and swivels toward Rhan::: Problem, sir?

Rhan K'hal: You could say that, Gunny.

Irene Mincine: "I'm going to teach... you?" :: Irene was quite surprised by that. :: "I don't know if I'm really a, you know, combat trainer, Commander. I'm just a scientist with martial arts training and anger issues. Don't we have a chief of security for that kind of thing?"

Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to scream as she checks the message. She just nods as Sulia talks:: Both respectable positions. ::Pauses a moment.:: So, ma'am. You must be thirsty. Or perhaps you would like to view the ship first?

Hunter Matheson: So... anything I can help you with? ::puts down his padd:::

Hunter Matheson: ::chunking it under the helm console in its handy-dandy slot:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the route toward the airlock.:: Yea, but I don't want security. I don't want them laughing at me behind my back or not respecting me because I don't know how to throw a punch without fracturing three fingers.

Apollo: Sulia> ::Gives her a stern look:: I will have to be sure to note the... disorganization of this ship to fleet command, but sure a drink would be lovely. All they had on the transport from Aleten was bloody Synthahol.

Rhan K'hal: Grab a few of your Marine buddies, be armed, head to the VIP lift exit, and look military but officious.

Rhan K'hal: Our VIP isn't a lightweight.

Irene Mincine: "I understand, sir." :: Irene nods in agreement. Three fingers? Yikes. :: "I'd be glad to show you a thing or two."

Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the lift to the Observation lounge deck, sending a message to Rhan.:: "Get something from Swain's reserve to the Ob lounge pronto!"

Cptn Swain: << Hey! >>

Hunter Matheson: ::sits there, staring::: Uh... you're serious, sir?

Rhan K'hal: :: reads Maryse's message :: Ack.

Hunter Matheson: So... someone has luggage - like a VIP?

Maryse Dubois: Well we happen to have more than synthahol here. ::Opens the lift door, motioning for her to exit.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Walking up the ramp, she exited into the airlock and gave Irene a nod.:: I'll let you know when my hand is back to normal and we'll schedule something. You're released back to duty. Report to Mr. K'hal... the science one.

Rhan K'hal: Yes, Gunny. Our visitor is former Secretary of Defense Link. She'll appreciate a marine line.

Rhan K'hal: :: gets blipped as Miranda steps on board ::

Hunter Matheson: ::::blink:: Holy... sh... seriously?

Apollo: Sulia> ::Exits the lift, marginally mollified:: Oh, good.

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda + Bridge to Commander Hawthorne, priority one.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Go ahead.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene chuckled at that. :: "The science one, aye. I look forward to it." :: She asked the computer where Hakran was and made her way there. ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Walking slowly with her towards the lounge. Trying to make an effort.:: So, ma'am, what brings you to our ship to begin with?

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Commander, we have a VIP that just came aboard. The orders were all FUBAR, I've got Dr. Dubois with her but... It's former secretary Link, Commander. She's headed to the observation lounge and wants some real liquor too, apparently.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Cares little for VIPs in her line of work ::

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ I'm trying to get the quarters ready and find her damn luggage.

Hunter Matheson: I got it, sir. :::scrambles a group to gear up, full dress, and meet in the docking area::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Did someone raid Swain's stash? He's got some good stuff tucked away in his ready room. I'll join them in the lounge. Thank for for handling the situation.

Hunter Matheson: ::reply from MARDET Cptn Schaeffer is "Helm, say again.":::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Strides off for the lift, heading for the observation lounge.::

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ I hope it's not locked, I'll have it sent down.

Hunter Matheson: ::quick explanation and it's done, 'cause Schaeffer is always looking for brownie points:::

Rhan K'hal: :: strides over to the ready room, enters and looks for the stash ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Opens the door to the Lounge.:: Please make yourself comfortable. This is one of the more relaxing locations on the ship.

Hunter Matheson: ::in passing::: Got it covered, Sir. ::Rhan::

Maryse Dubois: The view is very nice when we are at warp as well.

Rhan K'hal: :: being a sneaky sort, doesn't have much problem finding it, but not being much of a drinker can't figure out which might be the best so just grabs everything ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Pours a couple glasses of ice water.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene rings the door to Hakran's lab, assuming he's still there. ::

Apollo: Sulia> ::Eases in her glowering:: Well, it is a nice view. And whoever did the wood accents with the carpeting had a good eye for design.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods in agreement.:: I've felt that way too.

Rhan K'hal: :: half runs out of the ready room, calls out his normal backup operations from the staff area and explains where and how fast ::

Hakran K'hal: Enter

Rhan K'hal: Ens Murray> :: orders the lift on emergency override to the observation lounge, whistles at the quality of the booze he's hauling ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Reviews their VIP's file as she heads up and steps out a moment later, following Maryse and Sulia into the observation lounge.:: Madame Secretary! Welcome aboard the Excalibur. I do apologize for the slight scheduling error. We were not informed of your change in schedule. I am Commander Miranda Hawthorne, Executive Officer and current commander of the ship.

Hunter Matheson: :::through the magic of snaps and slaps, Kal is in his dress Corps and by the docking bay, along with the rest of the entourage, looking officious ::::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops into the lab. :: "I'm out of the brig and back to duty! Commander Hawthorne told me to report in to you."

Maryse Dubois: ::Relaxes as Miranda appears. "Oh thank god."::

Hakran K'hal: She sprang you from the pokey, did she? I was going to get you out sooner but she said the time might do you good.

Hunter Matheson: ::without batting an eye they begin to haul luggage, on shoulders, marching like they're in some serious parade somewhere, except it's luggage:::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Murray> :: springs out of the lift like fresh toast and gets the goods to the bar ::

Apollo: Sulia> ::arches a brow, reading Miranda:: I see, Commander. Well, I suppose your... disorganization can be excused. I assume, based on ::waves hands:: my welcome and lack of how shall we say preparedness on your part that no one has bothered to give you your orders?

Hunter Matheson: ::and their cadence isn't exactly what fits Excal, but it works:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sees Murray arrive and place the goods on the table.:: Thank you, Ensign.

Maryse Dubois: As promised, ma'am. ::Lines up the bottles for her viewing.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not as of yet. ::She confessed.:: We were told that we'd be taking you for transport, but not our ultimate destination. Would you care to enlighten us?

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ :: text "Quarters ready, marines hauling luggage. Cdr H should be there by now. Sry, didn't know who" ::

Hunter Matheson: ::marching:: Secretary of Defense come on out! We want to hear you wheeze and pass, New cadence caller starts with, Wheeze and pass out, What’s that all about, I run for days, Many different ways, I run in the snow, Let that wind blow, If it starts to rain, I dig for more pain, You can’t stop me, I’m not the Army, I won’t get lazy, I’m not the Navy, Why you puffin on air this ain’t the Air Force, We always ask for more, Cause we’re MARINE CORPS!

Apollo: Sulia> ::A particular bottle caught her eye and she made her way to the bar helping herself:: I must say, I am surprised you have this just laying around. Rather impressive. ::Begins pouring a thick, blue liquid into a glass::

Hunter Matheson: Then...

Hunter Matheson: Baby Marine C130 C130 rollin down the strip. 64 marines on a killin trip. Mission classified destination unknown, don’t even know if we’re comin home Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door, Jump right out and shout MARINE CORPS.

Maryse Dubois: ::Replies "Hawthorne just arrives, along with booze. Sec Def seems please for the moment."::

Irene Mincine: "Thanks for trying, anyway. Three days isn't so bad." :: Irene shrugged. :: "I hope the cats didn't miss me too much."

Hunter Matheson: Jumpmaster picked me up with ease, and kicked my ass into the breeze. If my chute don’t open wide. I have a reserve by my side. If that one should fail me too. Look out hell I’m comin through. Kick ol’ Satan in the chest. And put his ass in the leanin rest.

Hunter Matheson: ::and they arrive at the VIP quarters:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ah, this is part of our Captain's special reserve. He very much wanted you to help yourself to any of his fine selection. Perhaps you'd like one of these for your room, as well.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan and Dr. Dubois kept them company when they wanted it. Otherwise... they're cats.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Captain Swain is *very* generous.

Hakran K'hal: So. Has Miranda handled all the discipline issues? Because I really don't want to. :: chuckles ::

Apollo: Sulia> That would be lovely. It’s very expensive and hard to find you know. I think they only made 100 bottles of this vintage.

Hunter Matheson: ::Kal steps to the door and chimes:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she looks to both Miranda and Sulia.:: If there is nothing more, I'll take my leave?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled as she flexed her hand.:: Oh, then you should definitely take that one as his personal gift to you.

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Irene Mincine: "They are pretty self-sufficient, yeah." :: Irene grins when Hakran mentions the discipline issues. :: "Yeah. I'm going to spend some time with her on the holodeck."

Apollo: Sulia> ::Turning to Hawthorne:: Your orders, when someone in this ... ::pauses:: wonderful sector bothers to relay them to you are to escort me to a conference on Risa between several perspective Federation members.

Hunter Matheson: ::chimes again::

Cptn Swain: << 5 minute warning before she gives away any more of my booze >>

Hakran K'hal: That should do you some good. Just don't break her.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Thank you for your help, Doctor. I shall escort the Secretary to her quarters. ::Glances back to Sulia, one brow arched.:: Risa? How wonderful.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as she exits, heading back to the bridge.::

Rhan K'hal: Crewman Guap> :: the Andorian pokes his head out of the door :: Geez, what has the VIP got in there that needs a marine escort? Anyway, we're almost done, you can pile the stuff in as usual.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs and laughs. :: "I'll do my best. I think breaking a commander is something they'll *really* lock me away for."

Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives a few minutes later, sitting by Rhan.::

Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir! ::they pile it in as told::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Are you serving as part of the Ambassadorial delegation?

Maryse Dubois: So...want to go to Risa?

Rhan K'hal: :: is trying to flatten his hair from where he was trying to pull it out a few minutes ago, looks over at Maryse and smiles with his usual sparkle :: I figured you'd ask for a higher price than that.

Hakran K'hal: :: laughs :: Indeed.

Hunter Matheson: ::neatly packed, gently placed, best of the Corps at your door!:::

Hakran K'hal: Okay, since you've been cleared for duty and I have no idea what we're doing yet, continue your personal projects, send in your daily log as usual.

Apollo: Sulia> ::Nods:: I will be leading the delegation on behalf of the Federation Council, much to President Bacco's chagrin I am sure. The conference will primarily be covering the various perspective members security needs once they join the Federation. I think, between you and I, she tasked me with this so I wouldn't be able to comment on the first Presidential debates.

Hunter Matheson: ::collective attention, dramatic salute, about face, and they march back:::

Maryse Dubois: Oh no, that's not my price. ::Grins.:: We're heading there anyways. Playing escort for the former Madame Secretary.

Maryse Dubois: I heard that part before I left.

Rhan K'hal: Oh good grief, we're taking that… that… that… to RISA?

Apollo: Sulia> There will also be several side meetings on their various medical, scientific, engineering meetings. I am sure your crew would be more than welcome to participate. ::Taking another drink of the blue liquid:: I am sure it could be arranged anyway.

Irene Mincine: "Still no orders? OK. I'm preparing an exobiology report on the cats at the moment. I'll get back to that once I'm settled back in."

Hunter Matheson: ::enters the bridge in his dress uniform:::

Cptn Swain: << And y'all say I don't love you. >>

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smirked.:: Yes, I am certain that several aboard would enjoy that.

Hakran K'hal: Sounds good. I'll let you know when I know, which could be never.

Cptn Swain: << and... >>>

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Not to mention other activities on Risa.::

Maryse Dubois: What's he all dressed up for? ::Pointing at Hunter.::

Cptn Swain: ..and...

Rhan K'hal: He felt spiffy?

Hunter Matheson: ::snaps to:: Our VIP, ma'am.

Maryse Dubois: ::facepalms::

Hunter Matheson: The best for the best. Always.

 

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