USS Excalibur Sim Log - 10.14.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is en route to Kaedwan space where they will be delivering supplies to a Kaedwan colony on Maxis IV. We have entered into the general region known as the Paimpont and are currently in neutral spaced headed towards the Kaedwan border.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, drinking tea -- as was usual::

Maryse Dubois: ::Reading the report in her office.::

Irene Mincine: :: Down in Holodeck 2, giving the Kaedwan cultural education program a final once-over. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::helm doing the helm thing, wondering what these Kaddywan.... uh... Kdean... nope... looks it up... Kaedwan look like:::

Hunter Matheson: ::then pages down to the specifics and double-takes:::

William Chocox: ::is on the bridge at the Engineering station::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning:: Federation HIC programing is... obtuse.

Hunter Matheson: ::sighs, putting it aside to monitor progress::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Indi's eyes were getting tired after reading documents about the Kaedwans ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> How do you program anything in this... I hate to call it language.

Cptn Swain: Status report Mr. Matherson.

Hunter Matheson: Steady as she goes, sir. ETA is now two hours, 48 minutes.

Irene Mincine: “It’s not hard if you’re used to it.” :: Irene shrugs with one shoulder. :: “I can’t imagine Romulan computers would be easy for me.”

Hunter Matheson: Steady at warp 7.

Cptn Swain: Good. The Kaedwan patrol their borders so I imagine there will be something of a welcoming party.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge, data padd in hand. She paused by the engineering console to peer over Will's shoulder at their status.::

Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir.

Hunter Matheson: Arrival should be at zero-nine-five-two given no interruptions.

Cptn Swain: They don't get many Federation starships. ::Takes a drink of his tea:: Maybe for once this will be a normal visit.

Hunter Matheson: I'm with you on that, sir.

William Chocox: Hello Commander. Everything seems ship shape at this point.

Hunter Matheson: ::routine status check on console:::

Cptn Swain: No kidnappings. No evil plots to take over the universe. No crazed Jem'hadar soliders trying to kill us.

William Chocox: Do you enjoy jinxing missions sir?

Maryse Dubois: ::Finally emerges from her office after a long read. She stretches.:: That was long...

Cptn Swain: That would imply I believe in luck... or a god of somewhat.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. Let's keep it that way. ::She threw Swain a glance and shook her head.:: You think he'd have learned by now...

Irene Mincine: “Do you think we’ll be ready in time for the border crossing, Issaha?” :: She looked up from her console at him. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::turns to listen to Tork:::

Cptn Swain: I'll make you all a bet. ::Takes a drink:: There will be none of that on this mission.

Maryse Dubois: ::Suddenly gets a shiver down her spine.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smiles:: We wouldn't if you weren't here.

William Chocox: Watch me become the kidnapped damsel in distress.

Cptn Swain: I am not saying there won't be pink-velour Klingons from an alternate universe. Just none of the things i mentioned.

Hunter Matheson: ::checks it out::: Yeah, that's good. Should be on the written soon. Do it again with different vectors.

Hunter Matheson: ::to Tork:: And... uh... watch that balancing act in atmo.

Irene Mincine: “I’m very important to this operation.” :: Irene giggles, then corrects some error of his that made the computer buzz harshly. ::

Indaura Ryssan: The reading is not all exciting Doctor.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Someone has to be able to work in this arcane holoprograming language. ::Shakes his head:: Rihannsu is much more sophisticated.

Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on the console as he responds::: Umm.... yeah. Can do. It's dicey, though.

Cptn Swain: So who wants to take me up on it. If I lose, free round of drinks when we're back at base.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You've been a damsel once, Chocox. I'd think you wouldn't want to repeat the process. ::She left the outer consoles and stepped into the command tier, heading for her seat.::

Irene Mincine: “And Klingon might as well be grunting and chest-beating, I imagine?” :: Irene taptaptaps on her console. ::

William Chocox: I was a damsel, but I wasn't really in distress.

Hunter Matheson: ::leans back to relax while he keeps an eye out:::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::In perfect Klingon:: I lived on Qo'Nos off and on for most of my childhood. I speak it very well. Which, let me tell you -- gets some looks.

Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: Not at all. Fortunately, most of the Confederation are similar in physiology to ours. The challenge lies with the Tothir, the Confederation's reptilian species.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Back to standard::: Though I imagine their holoprograming is... well... a bit you know.

Maryse Dubois: ((lol I forgot about Cho's gender swapping incident.))

William Chocox: ((Almost all of us had.))

William Chocox: ((I miss Ithene.))

Cptn Swain: I am actually looking forward to this. We did a trade mission with the Kaedwan when I was on the George Washington; but I was on a science expedition to Kolan IV.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene’s taken aback slightly, but heartily laughs. She replies in aristocratic Klingon. :: “Interesting! I didn’t know that about you.” :: She also switches back. :: “I’ve never had the privilege. Their library computers are arcane though.”

Cptn Swain: @Ithene> ::On a warm beach somewhere, doing "science," but feels a sympathetic pain and thinks of Cho and especially Miranda::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, at least we know they're receptive to our visit and this isn't going to be a cold call. I'm worried about factions, however. There are always factions.

Indaura Ryssan: Ah yes. Reptiles. At my home on Denobula we had three reptiles... or was it four?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> My mother is ::pauses:: was in the diplomatic corps. She retired just a few years ago, but before that she was stationed on Qo'Nos during and before the Dominion War.

Maryse Dubois: :;Curious glance.:: As pets?

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: And neither the Tamaran or the Romulans can be entirely happy about the idea of us having a closer relationship.

Hunter Matheson: ::relaxing, semi-listening to bridge chatter::

Indaura Ryssan: Sure. Just little cave lizards.

William Chocox: Aren't we friendly with the Tamaran though?

Maryse Dubois: Ah, I see.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, they wouldn't, especially not the Romulans.

Irene Mincine: "Huh. My mother was in the Defense Force... until politics happened. She's been on Proxima flying a desk ever since. I've never been to Qo'nos."

Cptn Swain: Ryu> ::from the Tactical console where he was doing a bridge shift:: They are, but the relationship is complicated. They've been enemies of the Kaedwan and their various former empires for a very long time.

Indaura Ryssan: Surely you had pets when you were young.

Hunter Matheson: :::key word: enemies::takes note::

William Chocox: Ah, right.

Cptn Swain: Isaha> It's a bit rainy for my tastes.

Cptn Swain: Ryu> ::Nods to Hawthorne:: BUt as the commander says, I'd be more concerned about the Romulans. They can't like the idea of the Federation gaining more influence in the region.

Cptn Swain: That's all true., but we're strictly here to deliver some supplies and make friends. Though... they might have sent us to a more hospitable planet. ::Finishes his tea:: Maxis IV is only barely M-class.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I had a poodle when I was young.

Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "Proxima is a lot like Earth. Probably why it was one of the earliest colonies - that and how close it is to Earth. It's had a Klingon embassy for... a real long time. Not too many Klingon-Human children until recently, though."

Cptn Swain: Ever hear of the Skeleton Coast on Earth? Whole planet more or less like that. Cold, foggy, windy, and what's not ocean is either Mountains or Sand.

Maryse Dubois: And my twin sisters each had a cat.

William Chocox: Well, the Romulans don't make our decisions.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: I have to admit I didn't ever really expect to be on a Federation ship again anytime soon.

Indaura Ryssan: :: laughs :: Poodle? :: scrunches her forehead :: A domesticated animal.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: A breed of dog.

Cptn Swain: ((You guys wanted sand ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls up an image and shows her.::

William Chocox: Is it beach sand or desert sand?

Irene Mincine: "And I didn't expect to see a Romulan on one any time soon. I guess things are different these days, huh?"

Cptn Swain: Both.

William Chocox: ::sucks on his teeth:: I don't like sand.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods, though he seems a bit sad somehow:: Hopefully things work out on homeworld.

Hunter Matheson: ::snippets of "poodle" and "sand" but the "cold, foggy, windy" thing has him rolling his eyes:::

Hunter Matheson: ::snort chuckle at Cho's remark:::

Maryse Dubois: ((lol I'm in sickbay with Indaura.))

Irene Mincine: "You don't seem quite as enthusiastic as you were a few minutes ago..." :: She didn't want to push, knowing their relationship barely qualified as "workplace acquaintances" at this point. ::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes his tea cup to the fresher next to the replicator and returns to his command chair::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smiles again, shrugging it off:: It's nothing. I just miss home a bit sometimes. I've been on assignment before, but usually with other Romulans or my brother. First time without either.

Hunter Matheson: ::another glance to Tork's question:: Hell, no. Written is a breeze. It's the practical that might kill you.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods... :: "Ah. It's... actually my first assignment out of the Academy, too. I gotta admit, I did feel pretty lonely for a while. Just me and a hundred people I didn't know..."

Hunter Matheson: ::as he keeps an eye on the console and makes a few adjustments::: Yeah... they lost a few. There was this guy.... :::he stops:: But you don't need to know that.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: My first mission was... I think it was the time we got mind-controlled by Giant Octopus. It was a long time ago. ::laughs::

Hunter Matheson: (w) ::on a sigh:: Just tend to business. You'll be fine.

Cptn Swain: Suppose it could be worse.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not even the beach, Chocox? Peaceful, tranquil? Waves lapping at your toes?

Irene Mincine: "Giant Octopus? I'll need to look at some of the past mission reports." :: Yikes. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::snirks:: Don’t worry that was on the Talon, my first assignment out of the Retor.

Cptn Swain: (( I actually don't remember what Issaha's first mission was, but I feel like it was that time. ))

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smiles again, though a bit distantly before turning back to his work:: Well thats all the data entered and double-checked. How is the holomatrix interface?

Hunter Matheson: :::humming quietly as he works::

Irene Mincine: "I..." :: Irene cleared her throat and looked back at her console, tapping some controls. :: "The holomatrix is compiling the data... OK, we should be good."

Cptn Swain: Ryu> ::Frowns:: Sir, long range sensors are detecting what appears to be a Tamaran warship shadowing our approach to Kaedwan space. They're keeping just on the edge of sensor range.

William Chocox: The waves are fine, but sand is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere Commander.

Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda:: Should we send them a fruit basket?

Hunter Matheson: ::stops the hum to listen::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a glance..:: Maybe a nice vintage from your personal collection?

Indaura Ryssan: I think this will be a routine mission... Should not have said that.

Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Tork, then a head toss that means "put it away, powerup":::

Cptn Swain: ::Gives her a look:: It's almost depleted.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Will is channeling his inner whiny jedi. ))

William Chocox: Well, can you get more?

Cptn Swain: Have the Lt. Commander take the CAP out a bit further than usual. I want to let them know we see them without being too aggressive.

Cptn Swain: Helm, keep an eye on the Tamaran's, keep us in the clear.

Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Got it covered.

Cptn Swain: Major, if they move towards us...

Cptn Swain: Ryu> ::nods:: Aye.

Cptn Swain: (( Two Minute Warning ))

Irene Mincine: "Computer, save program to Kaedwan Education file." :: Irene looked over to Issaha. :: "Looks like our job's done here for now."

Hunter Matheson: They are running parallel, Captain. ::looks up:: Can we get a read on their arms?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Sends a message to the fighter team with orders to keep an eye on the nearby territories.::

Cptn Swain: Ryu> Weapons appears to powered down. It's a Tamaran heavy cruiser.

Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: copy

Cptn Swain: Showing the flag. ::Sighs::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM