USS Excalibur Sim Log - 12.30.18

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEFING: In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way standoff between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old wounds seemed to be reverting to earlier states.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: makes a rather high-pitched squeak ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene returns to the bridge with a fresh brace stabilizing her shoulder just in time for alarms to start going off. She rushes to her station! :: "What the hell are they doing?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Going to full impulse dive...

Cptn Swain: (( LOL I forgot about the doom counter!)

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does so:: Shields up.

Cptn Swain: ::Not in the command chair, eyes going wide::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The ship's systems strain as the Excalibur dives and the internal dampners struggle to compensate. Everybody gets shaken around and/or thrown off balance.

Hakran K'hal: :: gets tumbled along with their guests in the sciencey holo-command center ::

William Chocox: ::lands on the piece he was looking at::

William Chocox: Whoa!

Cptn Swain: ::Hanging on to the railing::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nearly falls out of his chair::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda struggled to keep her seat, white-knuckle clenching her arm rests.::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: claws click out, and there goes the upholstery again ::

Irene Mincine: :: Tries to stabilize herself, ends up falling out of her chair before she gets settled. She spouts some choice Klingon curses and hops back up into it. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everyone give me a number 1 - 10 ))

William Chocox: ((8))

Hakran K'hal: (( 2 ))

Cptn Swain: (( 5 ))

Irene Mincine: (6)

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The freighter impacts with Excalibur slightly, doing damage to one of the port nacelles. The Tamaran cruiser wasn't so lucky and gets hit head on. An explosion rocks the Excalibur as both ships are severely damaged.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: manages to hold on to his seat, but since his seat didn't hold onto the bridge floor that doesn't help much :: YOWWWWWL!

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Chocox here, what just happened?

Cptn Swain: ::Is thrown from his position near the center seat and smacks himself off the side of the main systems display::

Hakran K'hal: :: bangs into the holodeck wall as the simulated center disappears, hears a rather sickening crack from one of the others ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smacks his head off the console::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Struggles to keep the ship from flying off course while hanging onto his console for dear life.::

Irene Mincine: :: Flies out of her chair, since she once again hadn't been settled in it! She bounces off one of the bridge rails and lands hard on the floor. ::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: lets go of the chair with his fur sticking straight up everywhere and struggles back to his console ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Power across the ship begins to flicker as the EPS grid lights up.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Port nacelle damage. The Kaedwan and Tamaran cruisers are severely damaged.

Cptn Swain: ::Struggling black to his feet:: And the Romulans?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> They seemed to be in the one relatively safe spot in this mess, their shields are up but not detecting any damage.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly crawls back to her console, which is flickering with the power grid. :: "My console's useless, sir... can't tell you what's going on with anything out there from here."

Cptn Swain: Coordinate emergency response with them. ::Looks to Miranda:: You okay?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Captain.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Is deffo going to have a bump on his forehead:: The EPS relays appear to be affected.

William Chocox: ::notices the flickering:: Alright, analysis has been fun my Physicist friend, but duty calls.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Shields are holding, but just barely. Seeing some response delays. EPS network is compromised.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Roms+ Excalibur to [shipname], we're detecting bodies in the vacuum. We're experience some power difficulties, it would be best if you handled any transports.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Eventually brings the ship level and things steady out. Wipes sweat from his forehead.::

Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: upside down :: Yeah, I gathered that from down here.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes a breath.:: Yes, I'm fine. Are you? ::Stands and brushed back her hair, looking about the bridge.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's cut up but not too bad, fortunately. She wipes blood away that's dripping into her eyes. :: "Isolating the damaged nacelle from the power network should at least get the detailed scanners going again. I think."

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: directs with cardboard medical to accept what they can of the other ships wounded ::

Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: I am going to be sore in the morning, but I think I'll be fine.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is too busy to even think about a joke about the Captain's hubby not being aboard anymore - well, there and gone again type of thought ::

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Medical is swamped, Captain. They had enough trouble with people coming in with old injuries, now we have new ones and a rescue operation.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Kaedwani ship is still experiencing power problems and has signaled they are going to eject their core.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Agh. The Kaedwani ship is going to eject their core.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> We really don't want that going boom right here right now. If the Romulans can't drag it off to a safe distance we should launch a fighter wing.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Was just about to suggest that.

Cptn Swain: Can we use our tractor beam to push it as well?

Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda, trusting the engineer more than himself::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides over to another console, trying to figure out the safe distance to be from the core. :: "Um... we have to act fast, whatever we decide to do."

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: listens to the message from the Romulan ship :: They don't want to move so they can continue transporting those in immediate danger. Sending the go to Flops.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded in agreement.:: Mr. K'hal, please contact them to do just that. We can move to a safe distance, but the other two ships are too disabled.

William Chocox: ::makes his way back to engineering to coordinate repairs::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls slightly and moved to the engineering console on the bridge.::

Cptn Swain: Can we do it then?

Cptn Swain: What’s our status?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need a status report on our engines.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: passes the 'would you mind dragging that thing off' order to Constance and checks the tractor status ::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I'm on my way to Engineering right now.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I think we'd be marginable assistance with the tractor considering our lack of reliable power. The last thing we need is to try to gently nudge it and get a power surge and give it a right hook.

Cptn Swain: Between us and the fighters we should be good. Where are we on launch?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Fighters are away.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the ship's internal sensors.:: Several of our decks have minor damage. One of the nacelles is offline. We still have one functional.

Cptn Swain: It's always something. How long until the Kaedwani eject their core?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I'll give it one wide-beam push to get it in the general direction, the fighters can take it over from there. :: aims, sets desired power level, and hits the green button ::

Hakran K'hal: :: after getting himself upright, joins the Romulan and the Tamaran next to the keening Kaedwani, who has an appendage pointing the wrong way ::

Hakran K'hal: :: contacts cardboard medical ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops over to another console. :: "I'm locked onto their core with the sensor grid. We should have advance notice if it's about to go boom. Looks like they're about to eject."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::still feeling a little woozy from the bump on his head:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Alarms go haywire again as their readings show the Kaedwani core going critical. The core ejects, shooting off rapidly away from the crippled ships.

William Chocox: ::walks into Engineering and gets to work:: +Hawthorne+ Made it to Engineering Ma'am.

Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal to Swain. We have medical on the way for the Kaedwani scientist. Can we get her transferred to her ship? And, by the way, what's going on? Inquiring guests want to know.

Irene Mincine: "You all right, Lieu--" :: Irene is distracted by one of those large blinking red lights on her console! :: "They've ejected their core. It's... gone critical, sir! Moving away extremely rapidly. Not sure about safe distance yet."

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aaaagh. Fighters coming about hard, heading for the barn.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It's well out of our tractor range, it's out of our hands now.

William Chocox: ::looks up at the alarms:: Oh boy.

Cptn Swain: +k'Hal+ The Kaedwani ship is experiencing trouble with their control systems and was out of control. We took an indirect hit, and the Tamarans weren't so lucky. Both ships are in critical condition and the Kaedwani just ejected their reactor core. PLease stand by.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Making a very loud noise:: Oh dear. The core and our fighters are headed directly for the anomaly.

Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Oh, is that all. I'll bring the Romulan and Tamaran to the conference room as soon as medical has the Kaedwani in their hands. K'hal out.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::As there was nothing they could do, he moved the Excalibur to a safe distance after all of the fighters had returned.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns to Issaha. :: "Am I right to believe that a warp core detonating in the anomaly would be *extremely bad*?"

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: Issaha :: I think your console needs a reboot, it's returning old data. Also: eep.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Possible!

Cptn Swain: (( going to pause early, lol ))

Cptn Swain: (( you know how i love a good cliff hanger ))

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: remotely gives Issaha's console a zap, which correctly shows the fighters now safely aboard, but the core is still going right for the anomaly, like a hole in one ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The camera cuts to the slow-mo of the core hurdling towards some pretty lights for visual emphasis and BOOOOOOOM

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM