USS Excalibur Sim Log - 10.07.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is rendezvousing with the USS Melbourne where they're taking aboard supplies to be transported to a colony in the Kaedwan Confederation.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox: ::is up at his seemingly new spot at the Engineering station on the bridge::

Cptn Swain: ::Saying goodbye to Arden in the transporter room.::

Hunter Matheson: ::helm::

Rhan K'hal: :: actually seated for a change, working out a few last minute details about the transfer ::

Irene Mincine: :: Beeps on the sickbay front door. :: "Here for my check-up and evaluation..."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves Irene in :: Come in and have a seat

Hakran K'hal: :: as usual, in his office doing paperwork - curse the administrative aspects of the chief posting! ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out of her office.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs and steps inside the sickbay, her recently-repaired arm in an ugly blue sling. :: "I'm here to get back on duty! Or as close as I can. I'm sick of sitting in my quarters."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura, or a nurse, shows her in ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the bridge, Miranda sat in the command chair, one leg crossed over the other, foot bouncing restlessly.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits on a waiting room chair for the nurse. :: "Can you call Dr. Dubois for me?"

Cptn Swain: ::Waves as Arden dematerializes, taking a deep breath in.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Coming from the corridor connecting her office to main sickbay. She looks up, seeing Irene.:: Ah. Here for a checkup?

William Chocox: You ok Commander?

Hunter Matheson: ::watching Tork do a pretty good job this time, hardly missing a lick::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the science labs::

Irene Mincine: :: Finally! Irene jumps up. :: "Yes, doctor. I want to get back to duty down in the science labs."

Maryse Dubois: ::Points to an open biobed.::

Irene Mincine: :: Lays down, adjusting the sling to be a little more comfortable as she does. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up at Will and shrugs.:: I think that's all relative. I'll just be happy when we settle back into our routine.

Maryse Dubois: ::Scans her shoulder.:: Any pain?

Hakran K'hal: :: gets a flicker of movement out of his peripheral vision through his open office door, sees Issaha come into the lab ::

Hakran K'hal: :: raises a paw in acknowledgement of his presence while scowling over something on his desk monitor ::

Irene Mincine: :: Her shoulder's healing as expected. :: "Nothing I can't handle. It's a lot better than it was."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have some notes on the Kaedwan for the Captain, would you mind reviewing them?

Rhan K'hal: Which routine would that be. The mind-numbing drudgery of standard Starfleet ship life or the mind-searing horror of our usual missions?

William Chocox: We have one of those?

Hakran K'hal: Sure.

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward the commander:: Ma'am, we're supposed to learn some things about these... Kittywan? Uh... Kadiewan. ::snap:: the ones we're supposed to see.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Listening to them both ::

Maryse Dubois: Good. Looks like your shoulder took to the surgery as expected. So...::Takes a PADD and begins writing.:: You get to do physical therapy now. But, I'll let you do light duty, if that will make you happy.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The USS Melbourne sends a message that supplies are ready for transport and transmits the manifest.

Rhan K'hal: (( If it makes you happeeeeeeeeeeeeee, it can't be that baaaaaad ))

Maryse Dubois: No lifting with that arm at all, and you aren't cleared for away team duty yet.

Irene Mincine: :: Smiles broadly. :: "It sure does! :: And then it fades. :: "Not looking forward to physical therapy though..." :: She nods. :: "Yes, doctor..."

Maryse Dubois: And I don't need to tell you, don't get into any fights.

Indaura Ryssan: I would stay with paperwork...no lifting

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the message from the Melbourne, is satisfied and initiates the green light ::

Irene Mincine: :: Nod... :: "No punching Romulan science officers or Risan thieves, yes sir."

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back, making sure they're steady with Melbourne::

Maryse Dubois: Good. ::Gives a stamp of approval on her papers.:: I'll be forwarding this to Hakran.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwan, Mr. Matheson. Yes, Science is working up a report.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the data from Issaha, his ears occasionally perking straight up or flattening straight down to his mane ::

Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Thank you, ma'am.

Indaura Ryssan: Though as much as I'd like to examine a Rihan

Hunter Matheson: ::mental note.... Kaedwan... Kaedwan... Kaedwan:::

Maryse Dubois: You are free to go. ::Smiles.::

Rhan K'hal: (( one of these days Swain is going to come up with a three letter species name and we'll all die of shock ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Forwards Irene's Light duty status to Hakran.::

Indaura Ryssan: Let us know of any changes or new pain.

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Cptn Swain: (( We had one once! ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.::

Irene Mincine: "Thank you! Just forward me the therapy schedule once you've made one up." :: Irene runs out of sick bay before they can change their minds, heading down to the science labs in a turbo lift. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: checks the incoming, grunts in a satisfied sort of way ::

Hakran K'hal: Well, Issaha, this seems thorough enough... more than in some ways but I suppose it's necessary.

Cptn Swain: ::Enters the bridge, back in uniform for the first time in several episodes::

Indaura Ryssan: :: To Dubois :: I really hate therapy...from a patient perspective of course.

Rhan K'hal: :: tosses out for general awareness :: Transfer with the Melbourne underway.

William Chocox: Captain on deck.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: No one likes it, but it's a necessary evil.

Hunter Matheson: Helm copies.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: My people have had extensive contact with the Kaedwan, though I don't know much about the colony we're apparently delivering supplies too.

Indaura Ryssan: Was there anyone else today?

Cptn Swain: ::Straightens his uniform a bit, sporting a new hairstyle.:: As you were.

Hunter Matheson: ::would stand but that might put them right at the Melbourne:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: As far as I know, there were no other appointments.

Hakran K'hal: Then consider your brain on call as soon as we get there.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seeing Swain, she stood and vacated his seat, throwing him a long look as she moved over to her usual spot.:: Welcome back, Captain.

Indaura Ryssan: I should not have said that... watch them flood in. :: Listens ::

Irene Mincine: :: Pops out of the turbolift and heads for Hakran's office. Seeing Issaha in there, she sighs... and respectfully waits outside. ::

Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at Swain :: Nice tan, sir.

Hakran K'hal: :: waves Irene in ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Watches the door for a moment.::

Cptn Swain: Feels good to be back to work. ::Taking his seat:: What's our status?

Rhan K'hal: :: transfers his workload onto his oversized padd and starts his usual route around the periphery of the bridge ::

Rhan K'hal: Supply transfer with the Melbourne is in process, so far on schedule.

Indaura Ryssan: Nothing. :: sighs ::

Irene Mincine: :: Steps inside! :: "I'm back and cleared for paperwork, sir."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans herself with a tricorder, then looks ::

William Chocox: Engineering is looking good.

Hakran K'hal: So I see, so I see. This is actually an excellent timing for you to be glued to a desk, or at least a table for two. There are some... particular issues with the Kaedwan. Issaha has a basic report that he'll be forwarding up the chain, but I'd like you two to put your heads together, and preferably not via headbutt, to work up a short holoprogram for training the crew on... everything necessary.

Indaura Ryssan: Hmm. :: I'm fine. :: Walks over to a display, checks in :: Anyone due for a checkup?

Hakran K'hal: At least for the ones in close contact during our stay.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tries to contain his bounce::

Maryse Dubois: I'm not sure.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Melbourne indicates that transport is complete. Excalibur's cargo crew confirms all supplies are in order.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good, it's a lot of stuff.

Irene Mincine: "Sounds... uh, fun, sir." :: Watching Issaha... do... something. :: "I haven't gotten to do much holoprogramming in a while. I promised Maryse that I wouldn't punch anyone, so you've got nothing to worry about."

Rhan K'hal: All's aboard that's coming aboard, Captain. We're good to go.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> And there's absolutely nothing weird about any of the containers they received.

William Chocox: ((And now I'm concerned.))

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good, send the Melbourne our best.

Hunter Matheson: ::standing by::

Cptn Swain: Helm, begin moving us away from the Melbourne, 1/4 impulse.

Rhan K'hal: You want me to T-P over, sir? :: cheeky grin ::

Indaura Ryssan: We could have the computer auto-schedule

Rhan K'hal: :: sends along the usual platitudes ::

Hunter Matheson: One quarter impulse away from Melbourne, aye.

William Chocox: Please no. I like having you here.

Cptn Swain: ::Gives Rhan a look:: No, your brother.

Maryse Dubois: I guess you can use this time to study up on Kaedwan physiology.

Hunter Matheson: :::powers it up and slips slowly away from the M:::

Rhan K'hal: :: snorts ::

Hakran K'hal: :: gets an itch between his shoulder blades ::

Hunter Matheson: :::taps, checking a whole bunch of stuff:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Nothing against any species, but there are too many to keep track of in the galaxy.

Hakran K'hal: Good, good. I'l let you two get to work.

Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.::

Hunter Matheson: Helm standing by for warp.

Cptn Swain: Set course for Kaedwan space, warp 5. ::Leans back in his chair:: Engage.

Hunter Matheson: Setting course for Kaedwan space, warp factor five, aye.

Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp factor 5.

Rhan K'hal: Melbourne sends their compliments and wishes us a safe journey and prosperous mission.

Hunter Matheson: Steady as she goes.

Irene Mincine: :: Nods... :: "Shall we go to the holodeck?" :: Eyes Issaha. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Of course.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She scrolled through the manifest of supplies they'd taken, familairzing herself with what they were offering.::

Irene Mincine: "Lieutenant." :: She exits Hakran's office, heading for the nearest turbolift. ::

Cptn Swain: (( Two Minute Warning ))

Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading up on the new species they will encounter ::

Hakran K'hal: :: waits until they're out of earshot :: Please don't let her kill him I have enough paperwork to do.

Rhan K'hal: I think I'm going to go do a round of eyeing the personnel in the department. We have some new ones and they haven't been given the Eye yet.

Rhan K'hal: :: calls in his relief and transfers operations back to the console ::

Indaura Ryssan: We should prepare for them..

William Chocox: ::monitors the status of the engines::

Hunter Matheson: :::focus on the readouts while relaxing in the chair::

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Rhan K'hal: :: as soon as random ensign design #223 takes over, enters the lift :: Cargo Bay 1.

Hunter Matheson: :::Cho:: How we doin' with the engines, sir?

William Chocox: ::Matheson:: We're doing good Gunny.

Hunter Matheson: ::nod, thumbs up:: Steady as she goes.

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM