USS Excalibur Sim Log - 09.23.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off, a rescue of Irene was under away as Lt. Commander Augustin and Dr. Dubois had entered into the nightclub and heard a loud scream.

 

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Hakran K'hal: # :: impressed with the taxi-driver's reflexes as he and Indaura head toward the Lamelle District ::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Outside Irene's door with Augustin. Phaser drawn.::

Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping, monitoring stuff:::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Looks at Maryse, nods his head::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods that she is ready.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Follows K'hal ::

Irene Mincine: @Irene> :: Irene's currently on the floor of her little cell in agony. ::

William Chocox: ::continues trying to get past the dampening field:: Let's plug in these frequencies here and see what happens. +Swain+ I have another attempt at the dampener ready.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Busts though the door::

Rhan K'hal: :: tense as he's listening to the audio from his position on the bridge ::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Comes in behind Augustin.::

Indaura Ryssan: What's going on K'hal?

Cptn Swain: @Grint> ::blinks::

Hakran K'hal: #Driver> :: comes to a non-screeching halt, because they sure as heck have anti-lock brakes in the late half of the 24 C tyvm ::

Hakran K'hal: # :: hands the driver his tip, hops out :: Let's see if we can find anything out closer to the source of our Ferengi.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> :: Jumps into action, drawing a phaser and leaping behind a large crate! :: "Grint, get down, you moron!"

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to scanners;; +Will+ Let's give it a go. R'han can we get a lock on them?

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Aims his phaser at Prell:: I wouldn't.

Rhan K'hal: :: checks ::

Maryse Dubois: @ :;Has her phaser trained on the Ferengi.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Drumming her fingers on her armrest and she finally stood, hands clenched behind her.::

Hunter Matheson: ::working on some exit vectors, adding codes the engineers left out when they "fixed" Excalibur while the *real* crew was off playing pirate with a dredged-up ship that shoulda been left at the bottom to rot.::::

Rhan K'hal: I wouldn't call it a "lock." More like a chair fitted under a door-knob.

Cptn Swain: ::Keeping the comm open will Will:: Can you lock onto anything in the genera area?

Cptn Swain: @Grint> I told you this was a bad idea!

Hunter Matheson: ::he looks up feeling a disturbance in the force:::

William Chocox: I can keep trying to break through.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "Not now!" :: She yells from behind the crate, poking her head out to the side. :: "Who are you and what do you want?"

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Starfleet, and our crew member.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> :: Perks up hearing a familiar voice, grunting approval and then falling back down. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::then sits back to listen to bridge chatter so he'll be aware:::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Points the phaser, motioning to Glint.:: Put your hands up and get against the wall. ::Seeing Irene in the corner of her eye.:: Ensign, are you alright?

Hakran K'hal: # :: approaches a rather grimy looking nondescript humanoid :: Hi, I was wondering if you happen to know this Deltan woman? She may be traveling with a Ferengi. :: holds up his tricorder showing a bad security footage still of Prell ::

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "Starfleet? How did you get past the... never mind. Grint, you're in charge of the deals, make a deal." :: Her phaser was shaking from behind the crate. ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::blinks:: Deal?

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Waiting for the answer ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Have you tried the adjusting the deflectors? Send the coordinates to helm if you have a vector of approach that would work better to get through that field.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "Never better!" :: She yelled, wearily. ::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I have not. Let me see what I can do there. ::starts looking through possible vectors::

Hakran K'hal: #Grimy Nondescript Humanoid> :: flashes a rude hand gesture that gets the gist across through most languages and cultures and walks away ::

Cptn Swain: @Grint> I mean for the right price...

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> The... right... price?

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Chuckles.:: Funny. Here's the deal. You two will be put into custody for abducting a Starfleet officer. It's that simple. Otherwise the security team just outside, and the starship in orbit will have to get involved.

Hakran K'hal: # :: blinks :: We are on a Federation planet, aren't we?

William Chocox: +Helm+ Hey, try this vector.

Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Got it.

Maryse Dubois: @ And believe me, none of us are in a really good mood right now.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Nods:: That sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> If you're lucky anyway. I mean, she is a Klingon citizen as well and we could turn them over to them.

Indaura Ryssan: # Last I checked

Rhan K'hal: :: realizes he hasn't updated the forensic team on the activities of the rescue team, sends them a text update about the who, what, when and where ::

Maryse Dubois: @ You make a very good point. I'm sure the Klingon Consulate would love to hear this.

Cptn Swain: ::Adjusts the sensor array to compensate for the new information::

Hunter Matheson: ::looks to Tork for input, then nods:::

Hakran K'hal: # :: gets the notification chirp on his tricorder, reads it over ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> The cousin of a member of the high council, taken prisoner by a Ferengi and ... kept naked in a cage... I mean I thinkt hat sounds an awful lot like something worthy of execution in Klingon space.

Cptn Swain: @Grint> ::flushes:: That one?

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "The Klingon... Consulate...? Execution? I... cousin of a member of the High Council?"

Maryse Dubois: @ Ensign, you mother is still an official with the Klingon consular, right?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Excalibur is able to get comms and sensors to penetrate through the dampening field, but no transporter lock.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "Yeah! Totally! Get me the hell out of here!"

Hunter Matheson: +That should work+ ::he says, then turns to the commander:: Ma'am, got a vector that will get us through the field. It's dicey, but Excal can take it and I can wiggle around whatever pops up.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> I heard her say that Chancellor Martok personally attended her ascension day. ::making **** up as he went::

Rhan K'hal: :: gets the bzzz negative tone :: Still no lock.

Hakran K'hal: # :: sighs :: Looks like we came to the right place, though I guess we have a different job. Let's find this club and get a visual on the entrance without being spotted.

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: keep an eye on it. We might have another workaround.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> :: Laughs nervously... :: "Grint, the failsafe on the amplifier..." :: She ran between some crates in the back of the room.

Cptn Swain: @Grint> Well you know Rule of Acquisition #145... know when to cut your losses. ::taps a button on his PADD::

Cptn Swain: @Grint> ::transports out of the room, leaving Prell alone::

Indaura Ryssan: # Blend in you say?

Hakran K'hal: # As well as two Starfleet officers in full uniform can ever blend in.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Get a message to Augustin. Find out what's going on.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "Grint! You Ferengi worm-eater!" :: Watching him disappear.

Indaura Ryssan: # I should have went Denobulan casual.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Well, Prell is it?

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Not surprised the Ferengi ditched. She goes to the cage to unlock it.::

Hakran K'hal: # :: starts walking down the block ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Keeping his phaser on Prell:: What was that about an amplifier?

Hunter Matheson: :::checking for bouncers in the area:::

Irene Mincine: @ :: The cage unlocked easily. Irene was on the hard floor, curled up. The Ferengi transporter, naturally, had discarded her clothes. She was looking pretty rough, with her right arm in a sling and bruises on her ribs, plus some blood trickling down her forehead ridges. ::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Kneels down to Irene, physically checking her over.:: Can you stand? I can't treat you here.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "We had some... problems subduing your crewmate, but nothing that an Orion pain amplifier can't fix. Remove her from this room and it'll fry every nerve in her body... unless you've got the code. Grint had it, and I have it. Now, how about that deal?"

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> You can either tell us now, or you can tell us from the inside of a brig cell.

Hakran K'hal: # Let’s cut through here, if we turn the corner up ahead we'll be on the doorstep.

Indaura Ryssan: # Sounds fine

Maryse Dubois: @ :;Hearing that, pulling out her comm.:: +Excalibur+ We have found our wayward ensign, but we have a hitch. I need to speak with Rhan.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> :: There was a real nasty phaser burn under that sling - her shoulder was in a million pieces. She had some other injuries clearly from fighting back - couple broken ribs, dislocated finger, that kind of stuff. But the shoulder was the most serious of all. :: "Yeah, I think so... help me up."

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'm here.

Hunter Matheson: Found a bouncer. Tork, verify?

Cptn Swain: ::Lifts brow::

Maryse Dubois: @ +Rhan+ It seems there is an Orion pain amplifier on Irene. Think you can break it?

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "There's... okay..." :: Prell thought it over. :: "I could also set this phaser to overload and chuck it across the room... solve all my problems at once."

Hunter Matheson: ::he gives a nod and Kal reconfigures the direction modified with the bouncer:::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> :Keeps his phaser trained on Prell:: Now if you cooperate with us before our ship no doubt breaks the encryption maybe we won't turn you into the Klingons.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> That seems like a silly move, given my ships a transporter lock on us.

Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal::: Sir. Try this vector. It's going to bounce against the dish that's usually part of the problem, but if you take the very edge, it works.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ With my eyes closed. They're designed to keep the prisoners from hacking them with modified tools, not keep the full might of Starfleet technology out.

Hunter Matheson: ::then realizes K'hal's busy:::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Gives Prell a look:: So you've just got a few minutes...

Irene Mincine: :: Prell thought long and hard, then held a PADD up over the crate. :: "How about I give you a copy of Grint's database? He's the mastermind here, not me. What would that be worth to you?"

Hunter Matheson: (w) and the dish is stationary.

Hakran K'hal: # :: notes a good size tree up ahead and a bundle of cloth, stops to check it out ::

Maryse Dubois: @ :;Sighs in relief.:: +Rhan+ Think you can get down here? She can't leave the room.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> "And he clearly doesn't care about me... so he can rot in hell."

Hakran K'hal: # Looks like your boss' lab coat and uniform top. Must be Cdr Augustin's top as well.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Okay I am done with this. ::fires at Prell::

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'll find my way down.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Rhan.:: Matheson, transport Mr. K'hal as close to the compound as you can get.

Indaura Ryssan: # :: Goes with Hakran ::

Rhan K'hal: :: stands ::

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::looks over::: Ready, sir?

Cptn Swain: << Someone give me a number 1-12 >>

Rhan K'hal: Fire away

William Chocox: ((5))

Irene Mincine: (4)

Maryse Dubois: @ +Rhan+ Bring some heavy hitters. There are a couple Nausican bouncers. Not very bright, but still menacing.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Prell is stunned.

Hunter Matheson: ::moves to a slightly different angle::: Engaging now.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> :: Goes down like a rock, the phaser and PADD sliding away from her. ::

Rhan K'hal: # :: transports down just as Maryse gives that piece of advice ::

Rhan K'hal: # :: lands right on top of Hakran ::

Hunter Matheson: (Yeah, man.. I'm good)

Hakran K'hal: # :: yowls ::

Indaura Ryssan: # :: jumps ::

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to the ops console:: Let’s keep working on the transporters. We might be able to disable the device in transport... but Orion...

Rhan K'hal: # Ack. Sorry, bro, blame Gunny, he handled the transport.

Hunter Matheson: ::work work work:::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Gets Irene propped up in a chair for now.:: Sorry if it hurts.

Hakran K'hal: # :: grumbles ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Walks over to Prell, picking up the phaser and the PADD::

Rhan K'hal: # Okay, let me get my bearings.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> :: Slumps against the back of the chair, in obvious pain. :: "Martok? Really?"

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Look, it worked did't it.

Rhan K'hal: # Right around that corner then. :: jogs over, peeks around, jogs back :: Yep, those are Nausicans.

Irene Mincine: @Prell> :: She'll be fine. The phaser is Irene's. The PADD does, indeed, contain Grint's database. ::

Maryse Dubois: @ If it didn't I was about to name drop the N'Daks. :;Smiles.::

Hakran K'hal: # :: ears flatten as he dusts himself off :: Nausicans? You didn't mention anything about them in your rather delayed update.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Maybe Issaha could have bought you back. I hear his family is rich.

Indaura Ryssan: # I do not like them, Nausicans.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "I don't think I'd be able to take the shame of being bought by him, even in a ruse. And believe me, I was ready to shoot this thing off if I had to. Somehow. I would have built a phaser and done it." :: Pointing weakly to the Orion amplifier. ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> The PADD's all in Ferengi but I am sure R'han can make something out of it.

Rhan K'hal: # I doubt they're on anyone's friends list. :: takes his own uniform jacket off, drops it off by the tree ::

Cptn Swain: #Nausican> ::extremely drunk::

Rhan K'hal: # Okay, let's see if they're interested in watching a menage a trois.

Maryse Dubois: @ :;Looks to Augustin.:: Speaking of, he may be on the way. Can your team help handle the Nausicans?

Cptn Swain: #SecurityTeam> ::meets up with the Brothers K'hal and Indaura::

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "I knew I should have paid more attention in language classes at the Academy..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, Matheson has adjusted our orbit and the angle of the deflectors. Any change in the dampening field?

Rhan K'hal: # :: notices the arrival of the security team :: Okay, a slight change of plan.

Cptn Swain: #Sec1> Sirs... the Nausican has been drinking heavily.

Rhan K'hal: # So, we just need to distract them long enough for them to be shot humanely and without endangering the team. Easy-peasy.

Cptn Swain: #sec1> We should be able to do that, sirs.

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Let me check. ::does some scanning:: It seems to be lessened.

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork::: Keep that edge balanced.

Rhan K'hal: # Then fire away, as figuratively or literally as required ::

Hakran K'hal: # :: despite out-ranking his brother, is happy to let him lead on the possible shooty parts ::

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "Doctor... Maryse... I swear they were trying to punch a hole through me with my phaser to take me down. How bad is it?"

Hunter Matheson: ::mutters about targeting the field:::

Maryse Dubois: @ It's not...good, but treatable. ::Looking over Irene again as she speaks to her.:: I know it's a long shot, but you wouldn't happen to have seen where they keep the dampening field generator?

Indaura Ryssan: # :: WIth the two of them :: I'm the odd girl out.

Rhan K'hal: # I just hope you brought a big hypospray, Doctor.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Through the magic of television, the Security team plan goes off without a hitch, letting the Brothers and Indura pop through.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: swaps his tag as he enters the building, makes his way down the stairs and into the room with all the action ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Maybe it's on the PADD. But I am afraid to touch it.

Irene Mincine: @Irene> :: Shakes her head. :: "I think the equipment was in a back storeroom." :: She pointed off by Prell's prone body to a large bulkhead-style door. Irene didn't have any life-threatening injuries, but she'd be in bed for a while... ::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Rhan... just the man I was hoping to see.

Rhan K'hal: @ I love hearing that.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: does a scan of the room ::

Rhan K'hal: @ Okay, there's the usual frequency.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::Hands him a PADD::

Maryse Dubois: @ :;Stands back to let Rhan get a look at the device. She then walks over to the large storeroom door.::

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> This looks like it's a full database of everything the Ferengi was upto and according to Prell the controls for the amp. Possibly the dampening field.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: takes the PADD, pokes at it while he heads over to Irene :: He had good taste in hardware, but the Ferengi are still not great at encryption. You'd think with trade secrets they'd at least try to steal something better.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: uses the manufacturer backdoor code ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Bing, boom so simple. The device stops blinking.

Irene Mincine: @ :: The storeroom door is locked and wants an access code. ::

Rhan K'hal: @ There's #1. :: flicks through a few menus, tappity-tap-tap on the security measures ::

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "Just get it off of me so we can get out of here."

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> Think you can get the store room door open.

Cptn Swain: @Augustin> ::HJands Maryse a blanket he found:: For Irene.

Irene Mincine: @ :: The PADD beeps and the storeroom door opens! ::

Irene Mincine: @ :: Inside was a stash of stolen goods from all over the quadrant, plus the dampening field generator. ::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Back at Irene.:: I'd rather not move you, unless we have to. I would prefer beaming you to the ship.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: Maryse :: That Orion monstrosity is disabled, you're safe to treat her.

Maryse Dubois: @ And...jackpot?

Rhan K'hal: @ :: walks into the storeroom, unplugs the control panel from the wall ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: NIP :: I hate it when he's like this, you can't scrub the smug off for a month.

Irene Mincine: @ :: The blinky lights on the generator fade out and so goes the dampening field. ::

Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods to Rhan.:: Thanks. :;Goes back over to Irene.:: I don't have a kit on me, or I would at least help with the pain.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: pokes head out :: Why would I want to scrub it off.

Cptn Swain: Looks like the dampening field is down.

Rhan K'hal: @ +Excal+ K'hal to Excalibur, beam the doctors and Ensign Mincine to sickbay.

Indaura Ryssan: @ I have a kit..

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Need anything else from me?

Indaura Ryssan: @ Or a small one

Hunter Matheson: ::keeping an eye on stuff, checking and rechecking their position and turns suddenly at the captain's announcement:::

Irene Mincine: @Irene> "You came down here without a medical kit?" :: Irene also had a pretty good tan from her time on Risa, at least, plus a fresh tattoo on her foot, so at least she didn't leave totally empty-handed. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::checks::: Whoa. Yes, sir, it is.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ No, good work. They brought the field down from the inside.

Cptn Swain: I have a lock on all them, except for the Ferengi...who’s nowhere to be found. I suppose we can turn that over to the Risan authorities.

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Ah, well then. Glad that worked out.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: steps out of the storeroom :: Plenty of goodies for the Risans to play with.

Hunter Matheson: Tork, got a lock on their position?

Maryse Dubois: @ I left it with my uniform to sneak in here. ::Takes a hypo from Indaura. Then gives Irene a shot.::

Hunter Matheson: ::gets a thumbs up::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, get everyone up here. I think we're done with Risa for a while.

Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am.

Hunter Matheson: +AT+ Stand by to beam

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That's the stuff..."

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Got 'em all?

Hunter Matheson: Do it.

Indaura Ryssan: @ The kit is small, but should help

Hakran K'hal: @ :: Steps over to Irene :: What am I going to do with you, Ensign troublemaker? :: smirk ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Beamy Beamy

Maryse Dubois: @ I haven't done a scan yet, but the bruising pattern on her shoulder indicates it is fractured in numerous places.

Maryse Dubois: ::Shimmers::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::beams his group and Kal gets his::

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Irene Mincine: @ :: Gets beamed up! ::

 

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