USS Excalibur Sim Log - 12.02.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has responded to a distress call to find a, most unusual, situation. They found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. A meeting has been called between all four commanding officers to determine the best course of action, but in the meantime the Excalibur has already begun to investigate the unusual disturbance they passed through just before the other vessels "appeared."

 

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Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::taking up the command chair again::

William Chocox: ::is in Engineering monitoring their systems as they go through the disturbance::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is watching whatever Hakran is doing with the deflector from her station on the bridge. ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Helm, take us through the disturbance again. Nice and easy.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting in sickbay for the injured, looking up as if calamity rains from above ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hoping whatever the Caitan has done with the deflector does not, in fact, rip them apart.::

Cptn Swain: Helm> ::nods:: Ahead thrusters only.

Hakran K'hal: :: waiting to see if his abuse of the deflector array will pay dividend in explaining the debris being in the "wrong" spot ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives in sickbay::

Irene Mincine: "They definitely don't teach *that* at the academy..." :: Still trying to figure out what exactly he had done. ::

Indaura Ryssan: I think nausea is going to be the main course...

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Hello

Hakran K'hal: In fact they generally try to teach that the navigational deflector is just a navigational deflector and to ignore every incident in Starfleet history when a starship has used it for something else. :: amused twist of his ear :: We never listen.

Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois, are you prone to nausea?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur enters the location of the unusual readings. The deflector modifications do seem to have some effect on the unusual particle density. For a brief moment, there is a small surge of chroniton radiation in the area but it dissipates quickly and there is no other noticeable change once we pass through the area.

Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data :: Damn.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::looks back down to the PADD in his hand:: Why me? Why is it always me. Maybe I should have listened to mother and become some sort of television personality or something.

Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out from the back, seeing Issaha enter.:: Ah. hello.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks worryingly up at the ceiling... then checks the sensor readings after they pass through the... thing. :: "The ship's still in one piece. What's the damn for?"

Hunter Matheson: ::keeping Excal on as even a keel as you can without a keel:::

William Chocox: ((Well hello Mr. Matheson.))

Hakran K'hal: The "damn" was for not using enough power. But I wanted the dish to still be there when on the far side.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Handing her the PADD:: Captain Swain has asked me to deliver these orders for you to make some... uh... small alterations to my brow ridges.

Hunter Matheson: (Yo, sir.)

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Looks towards Khal with a slightly raised brow:: Anything?

William Chocox: ::nothing is blaring at him so he lets out a breath:: +Bridge+ We seem to have survived down here.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> In Engineering, there is a small pop up window on a console about a clock being slightly off.

Hakran K'hal: Slight chroniton surge, a minor organization of the subatomic particles as we passed through.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Scratch that, apparently there's a clock out of whack.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Chroniton Radiation? Interesting.

Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the chatter:::

Hunter Matheson: (brb)

Irene Mincine: :: Tap tap, beep beep. :: "Deflector's still operational somehow, commander. Though what those results mean..." :: She looked to Hakran to see if he knew. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: has a hunch, but not enough for his more cautious nature to announce it yet ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Considers:: Bring us about. We should head back to the other ships. I'd rather not transport through... whatever that is.

Hunter Matheson: (bak)

Hakran K'hal: I would concur on that, Commander.

Hunter Matheson: Come about, aye. Going to zero five zero mark niner niner. ::engages toward the other ships:::

Maryse Dubois: ((Ah there we go. Was wondering why no one was saying anything. chat froze on me.))

Irene Mincine: "Could always test it on a Romulan, sir..." :: Irene said offhandedly while making sure they weren't going to get their molecules scrambled passing back through the anomaly. ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Let’s get as much data as we can this time.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs:: I will, unfortunately, be playing a Vulcan for this mission.

Hunter Matheson: Remain at quarter impulse, Commander?

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at the PADD, then studies Issaha's features.:: I see.

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: What was the *exact* time when tactical computed the coordinates from the distress call?

Hunter Matheson: :::watching the data stream like there's going to be a zombie coming at them:::

Irene Mincine: :: Checks the sensor logs. :: "1032 hours and 43 seconds. Why?"

Maryse Dubois: Take one of the private rooms. I will be with you shortly.

Maryse Dubois: ::Has a couple nurses prepare what she needs for the alteration.::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Bring us to station keeping off the Romulan port bow.

Hakran K'hal: :: checks to see what the time discrepancy was that occurred during their pass-through test :: Oh, keep it handy for now.

Hunter Matheson: Approaching Romulan portside, and....

Hunter Matheson: stationkeeping just off the bow.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene bookmarks the spot in the log. :: "Gotcha, sir. What's your theory?"

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The second pass through seemed to have little practical effect on the particles and no chroniton radiation this time.

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Watch that sensor and tell me if there is more than a 10% variable.

Hakran K'hal: I'm just thinking that it's possible neither the Tamarans or Kaedwan are lying about whether they received the distress call.

William Chocox: ::checks the clocks again::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers at the sensor data. :: "How would that be possible? They don't reconcile."

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::glances to her watch and the time table sent to her by the other K'hal:: Signal the delegations they can begin beaming over one at a time.

Hakran K'hal: I'm hoping that if we can get the data from the wreckage, that only time will tell.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> On it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::trots over to the private room, sulking::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: starts the tp chain ::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Leans back in her chair, chewing on her lip::

Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to the room once everything is ready.:: So would you prefer the area to be numb, or would you rather be put under?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers over the logs of the wreckage. :: "There's not too much left other than dust and duranium panels. Maybe you'll be able to pull something off one of the damaged computer cores if we can find one."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Which ever you think is easiest. ::Still sulking:: I like my brow ridges. They're very handsome! How I am supposed to pass as a Vulcan... they're... they're... have you met one? Thery so boring!

Hakran K'hal: We can hope.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Assuming the other three ships approve of us leading the investigation.

Hakran K'hal: We can hope.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::casts a glances towards the Ready Room.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yes I have, and they aren't that bad. ::Scans his face and brows.:: But don't worry, I will be able to restore them when you return.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: rolls eyes :: Optimist.

William Chocox: ::does a double check on the rest of the systems::

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Keep an eye on the transporters.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene spins around in her chair. :: "No offense to them but I'm pretty sure we have the best science labs of the bunch... if we don't lead the investigation I don't think we have a chance of finding anything. If there is anything to find."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::all but pouting, though that improved his mood:: Mehnka.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> Just don't let any of them hear you say that, Ensign.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes up to Dubois and Issaha :: How are things going?

Maryse Dubois: ::Simply nods.:: I think it may be easier if I put you under. Won't be too long.

Irene Mincine: :: Smirks. :: "I am an excellent diplomat, Commander."

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: We're about to begin.

Hunter Matheson: (brb)

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Yeah, we have lots of diplomats on this ship. Dr. Dubois has to keep healing their broken hands for some reason.

Hunter Matheson: (bak)

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::looks at both of them with a withering glower::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Speaking of diplomacy, our delegations have arrived.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is glower-proof, partly because of practice getting them from his mother, also just because he ran out of ducks long ago ::

William Chocox: ((::Down in engineering:: Why do I have all these ducks? :P ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Puts Issaha to sleep with a hypo, then once he is out, she gets to work.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns beet red, on the other hand. :: "Ahem. So what's the plan while we wait for the diplomats to do their thing?"

Hakran K'hal: Gather data as much as we can without *looking* like we're gathering as much data as we can.

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Nods:: Perhaps we can take a look at the other three ships as well. Passively of course.

Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ Lt. K'hal to Engineering. Just how high can you tune our sensors for passive scan results without them going "boom?"

Hunter Matheson: :::presses back into the helm chair and gives his back a good crack, just to get the kinks out:::

Indaura Ryssan: I'll watch his vitals as you work.

William Chocox: +K'hal+ I could tune them fairly high. I have experience taking our systems to their limits.

Hakran K'hal: +Will+ I'll take everything you can give me.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, as she works on the brow area.::

Irene Mincine: "I think we should focus on the upper EM band. That might give us the best results on what we're looking for."

Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Feels a sharp pang at the mention of blowing things up::

William Chocox: +K'hal+ Got it sir. ::gets to work tuning the passive sensors::

Indaura Ryssan: Wonder if I would make a good Romulan, or Klingon for that matter?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene rubs the back of her neck using her good arm. :: "Temporal mechanics always gave me a headache on Earth and it still does in space. I'm so glad I went into exobiology."

Maryse Dubois: You aren't mean enough for either. :;Smirks as she continues to work.::

Hakran K'hal: :: swivels over to his screen :: It takes a different mindset.

Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning, all reviews will be initiated by ACTION ))

Hunter Matheson: (reviews?)

Indaura Ryssan: No we are not, and the last time I had blood wine it did not sit well with me.

Hakran K'hal: I'll give you the Romulan ship. Just don't shout "woohoo" if you find something incriminating.

Irene Mincine: "I can give you a 4-hour lecture on comparative traits of Aldebaran and Proximan slime molds if you want." :: Irene goes back to her console. :: "Yes, sir, no celebrating."

Hakran K'hal: I'll pass.

Cptn Swain: ...and..

Indaura Ryssan: Looking good...

 

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