USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.13.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: ::Frowning as his attempt to reroute power through the secondary console failed again, but at least this time it didn't spark and singe his fingers.::

William Chocox: ::gets working on making sure Life Support stays up, having delegated sensors to an underline for right now::

Maryse Dubois: ::Still checking on Hunter on the bridge.::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working on helm, fwiw, and it's not w much:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Surgeons were working on Irene in the operating room.::

Hunter Matheson: ::hoping for a good dose of the strongest sedative in the galaxy:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was being worked on. Maryse would get a message from the stretcher team that she was babbling incoherently about anti-chronitons and how important they are before she was put under. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Still smarting from a console arcing near him that singed his fingers, which meant they matched his uniform.::

Hakran K'hal: :: having not made it as far as the conference room with his guests before the BOOM, is now helping to haul the wounded Tamaran toward sickbay with the Romulan on the other side, who all in all is taking this rather well ::

Hunter Matheson: ::holding on to the helm chair to stop everything from spinning:::

William Chocox: A quiet mission they said. A cake walk they said. It’ll be easy they said.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda pulled yet another blown power node and tossed it into the growing pile of them that were going to need replaced.:: +Chocox+ We're going to need a mess of replacement power cells up here. Send me a crate to the bridge. We're running dark at the moment.

Maryse Dubois: ::Giving Hunter a hypo. She then help him away from the Helm console and to an unused seat. She then gets the message.:: Relax here Gunny. ::She walks over to Swain.:: Captain, since you may be more familiar with it than I am, How important are Anti chronitons? ::Shows him the message.:: Seems Ms. Mincine was talking about them as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Rhan K'hal: :: emerges through a jefferies tube with a few emergency boxes in tow ::

Hunter Matheson: ::is helped, disoriented:::

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Aye ma’am. Hey you! ::points at random enlisted:: get a crate of power cells to the bridge, they’re running dark at the moment.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the injured ::

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Interesting and not in the good way.

Rhan K'hal: :: cracks open the boxes :: Flashlights, toolkits, first aid, energy bars. :: grabs himself one of the latter ::

Cptn Swain: ::closes the flap on the console:: But thank you Doctor.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes Kal's chair and checks out the viability of everything, then slips to the deck again to continue replacing chips:::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: Fantastic. ::Looking him over while she is there.:: Any injuries I need to know about, while I'm here?

William Chocox: Bridge+ I have a crate coming up now Commander Hawthorne.

Hakran K'hal: :: makes to the line of walking wounded outside sickbay, leaves the Tamaran with someone in a medical smock ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Thank you. Let me know when the sensors are up and running.

Irene Mincine: :: Hopefully they'll get to find out what she meant, what with the surgeons having a tough job fixing up Irene given that injuries seemingly un-heal themselves thanks to that anomaly! Maryse was notified of that, too. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical... nothing really serious, but needing attention all the same

Hunter Matheson: ::beginning to relax a little from the hypo but still can't open his eyes without disorientation::

Hakran K'hal: :: thankfully the Romulan decides to stay with his Tamaran charge as they enter sickbay, turns and heads toward a turbolift to see if he can find somewhere to actually science ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Rhan a glance and nodded.:: Good thinking, Mr. Khal. I need one of those tool kits. ::Climbs to her feet and snags one and one of the energy bars.::

Rhan K'hal: Did I hear something about anti-chronitons? Didn't bro mention we had some of the pro variety earlier before the doodoo hit the fan?

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I’m getting to it as soon as I can ma’am.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes.

Cptn Swain: Though ::waves hands:: It’s hard to tell what we're dealing with now.

Cptn Swain: Rhan, how are your piloting skills?

Rhan K'hal: I'm not as good as Mreh but I can keep it between the lines.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::after taking inventory he gathers the pile of helm data chips, wondering what to do with them::: Commander, put these chips in with the power cells, ma'am?

Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: While you get everything settled up here I am going to take a shuttle out and see if we can figure out what the heck is going on.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Or.. in a separate box?

Maryse Dubois: ::Walking over to where Rhan and Miranda were. ::She grabs a bar for Hunter.:: Is everyone else alright, except for Mr. Matheson?

Hakran K'hal: :: manages to snag a lift up to deck 7, then gimpily climbs his way back up to deck 4 and the primary labs ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, throw them all over there. ::Motions to the blow power nodes.:: They're going to have to be recycled or refurbished.

Rhan K'hal: I look worse than feel. :: looks like he just got mugged by a Ferengi with a shock-whip ::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Yes, ma'am. ::dumps them there::

Cptn Swain: ::Was going to elide that going out in a shuttle without direct comms or external sensors could be dangerous:: You're me with me R'han.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain :: Up, up and away, sir.

Indaura Ryssan: :: sees new people coming in :: ugh

Irene Mincine: :: Hakran would find Irene's lab door open and the lab itself a mess as he walked by, along with some biological data regarding sickbay patients, chronitons, and injury healing open on her console. ::

Cptn Swain: ::Heads towards the lift::

William Chocox: ::satisfied with where life support is at the moment, William moves on to the sensors::

Hakran K'hal: :: after a brief-check in with his people and taking stock of the fact that pretty much everything except portable equipment was offline, sighs ::

Rhan K'hal: :: follows :: I'm concerned we haven't been invaded yet. Either the Romulan commander is extremely cautious or they got a good wallop too.

Hunter Matheson: ::eventually he relaxes in the chair and opens his eyes::: Hey. Why's the ship not moving?

Rhan K'hal: Or they're a half an hour ago while we're two weeks from now. I hate it when time breaks.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a look.:: Be careful out there. We don't know who might be out there.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gestures :: Right over there...

Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: I'll do my best.

Cptn Swain: ::Holds the door for Rhan::

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: gets the injured science envoy up onto a biobed ::

Rhan K'hal: :: steps in ::

Indaura Ryssan: Are you not a Rihan? :: Examines the envoy::

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> My associate is Tamaran. She also very likely has a broken jaw, thus her reticence.

Rhan K'hal: :: waits till the door closes :: Is it first officer training to be a mother hen or does she come by it naturally?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos :: Ah yes, first, something for the pain.

Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: There's a whole seminar on it at the academy I think.

Maryse Dubois: ::Walks back over to Hunter.:: The power of medicine. Here. ::Hands him the energy bar.:: I'll give you a couple minutes, then we'll go to sickbay.

Cptn Swain: ::Lift:: Flight deck.

William Chocox: ::smacks the part of the wiring he’s working to see if that works::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::pleased with himself for getting one of the science 1 keyboards working again::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes a look at his list for helm, not sure what he should do with it::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everybody knows that the Captains are the brash teenagers and their Commanders are the professional babysitters that have to keep them from running through the halls with scissors. ))

Indaura Ryssan: Yes, you are correct, a fracture along the maxilla

Cptn Swain: (( no lies detected ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering arrives on the bridge with crates of repair parts. Miranda motions them to take the bad ones back down to engineering.

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: while Indaura works on the Tamaran, pulls out his communicator and tries contacting his ship ::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::then shrugs, figuring that he'd have to wait until they get to port, but then how would they get to port?:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: places a type of cast on the Tamaran's face :: This will set the bone and start to induce regrowth. Can you leave it one for an hour or two? It will beep when it's finished.

Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> Mrrraghagh.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::turning, hoping that has helm stuff:::

Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lift onto the flight deck, which itself was a mess. Crates, containers, tools, machines -- even a few fighters -- had been heavily jostled. d'A was running about barking orders when she spotted the Captain and the Cait.::

Indaura Ryssan: It's working..... :: waits :: It's set.

Rhan K'hal: :: combs through his matted and singed fur with his claws on the lift ride and walk onto the flight deck ::

William Chocox: ::continues working, muttering under his breath about neutron flows::

Irene Mincine: :: Maryse is notified that Irene is no longer in danger of dying, but given the reverse healing properties of the area... they can't guarantee how long that will last, nor how long their supplies of compatible blood will last. Klingon/Human blood isn't the easiest to synthesize, and given their lack of power... ::

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: with nothing but deafening silence, even on the black band frequencies, scowls in a way that Romulans are really good at ::

Hunter Matheson: ::finally looks at the energy bar, then puts it aside:::

Cptn Swain: d'A> You could have picked a better time for an inspection, mon capitaine.

Indaura Ryssan: :: to the Tamaran :: How is the pain? Give me fingers, 1 to 10, 10 being the most pain

Rhan K'hal: :: smirks ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Starts unpacking the crates, feeling a sense of nostalgia at getting her hands dirty again. Draws out an entire box of replacement chips.:: Tork, I've got a present for you.

Cptn Swain: I like to keep people on their toes. How's my ride?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Ma'am? For helm? ::way too excited:::

Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: seeing as she only has eight, it's a good thing she didn't need a 10 - in any case shows 4 ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: nods ::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stands next to her, waiting:::

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns more deeply:: The yacht is on the other side of the ship and the lifts are down so you're going to have to take one of the Type 9s

Maryse Dubois: ::Checking her message, frowning.::

Cptn Swain: Point the way.

Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: I'll never get to fly the yacht.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan:: Sorry no limo this time.

Maryse Dubois: ::She make one last check on everyone on the bridge, before looking down at Hunter.:: Ready to go to sickbay, Gunny?

Irene Mincine: :: They note that they will wait to wake her up until Maryse gives the order or does it herself. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the jefferies tube hatch onto the bridge ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Passes over a box.:: Replacement chips for both stations. You know how to install them properly?

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, confused::: Sickbay? Uh... yes, ma'am. ::looks around:::

Indaura Ryssan: The pain medicine will keep the healing sensation at bay, but you need to lie down. Can I get you something to drink?

Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: uses her people's hand gesture for no ::

Hunter Matheson: I guess so. ::pushing himself out of the chair, he stands but is still a little disoriented so he walks carefully, running his hands along the walls for support:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Helps Hunter up, calling over to Miranda.:: I'm taking your helmsman Commander. Will you need me to make a return trip to the bridge?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engineering Ensign> ::Brings Will a data padd full of needed repairs.:: We found four blown relays and replaced two power nodules in the sensor grid.

Hakran K'hal: Ah good, you're still here. :: Issaha :: What've we got? :: gimps over to the one lit console and its pointy-eared user ::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am. Gunny taught me how. ::broad grin::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked around the bridge and shook her head at Maryse.:: No, I think the rest of us are just banged up. Nothing that can't wait. Anyone else, I'll send your way. Thanks, Doc.

Rhan K'hal: :: hops into the shuttle d'A gives them, does a quick and dirty pre-flight ::

William Chocox: ::works a few pieces into place:: +Hawthorne+ I’ve made some progress, can anyone check how much?

Indaura Ryssan: Very well. if you wish you can rest here.

Hunter Matheson: (Hey, man. Treat her like the lady she is. Quick and dirty doesn't cut it.)

Cptn Swain: ::Slides into the co-pilot seat of the "Capilet" and helps finish off the preflight sequence.::

Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: leans back, sighs ::

William Chocox: ((Scratch my last, chat froze and didn’t see the ensign))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Will+ Yea, give us a sec. We've got to replace the chips and a couple of nodes to get a working console.

William Chocox: ::takes the PADD:: Ain’t that a kick in the head.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( it still works. ))

Cptn Swain: Preflight completed. Launch sequencing is go.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Alright, come on Mister. ::Helping Hunter get to sickbay.::

Hunter Matheson: ::walking as best he can::

Cptn Swain: We're cleared for launch.

Rhan K'hal: +Bridge+ Capilet is go for exploratory launch. Don't go anywhere.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Up, up and away. :: takes off ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get herself a glass of water ::

Rhan K'hal: We'll definitely take this nice and easy, Type 9s aren't exactly great for playing icebreaker with debris. :: eases the shuttle out of the bay ::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma’am. We had four blown relays in the sensor grid and had to replace two power nodes ourselves down here.

Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to sickbay with Hunter. She gets him a free bed.:: Ok. Lay down for a while.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on a bed in the sickbay ward, looking like hell. A tub nearby is full of discarded blood packs. How can you tell she's in rough shape? She's got ALL THE NUBBINS stuck to her head. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to operations and replaces the blown chips and one of the nodes, then rebooted and slid into the seat. She leaned on the console, one hand on her injured ribs as she waited for it to power cycle.::

Indaura Ryssan: Hello Doctor

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Seems you had things in hand here.

Indaura Ryssan: Nothing major, but a lot of things

Rhan K'hal: :: brings the shuttle around the bulk of the Excalibur facing the direction the other ships &/or remains *should* be ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the Capilet exits the ship, they find themselves in surprisingly empty space. There is no debris to be found or evidence of any other ships.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::literally under the helm lip, checking and double-checking the placement, then inserting the datachip into the socket:::

Maryse Dubois: I can imagine.

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: notes the new doctor with the more massive neck pippage, makes his way over ::

Rhan K'hal: Oh boy.

Maryse Dubois: Any word on Mincine's surgery? :;Notices the approaching Romulan.::

Indaura Ryssan: Nothing yet

Rhan K'hal: Well. Good news. I'm not going to run into anything.

Cptn Swain: ::Looking out and up and then back to the sensor array::

Cptn Swain: There's not even an ion trail.

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: waits at that perfect respectable "I'm waiting to talk to you and making sure you know it but trying to give you the space you deserve" distance ::

Cptn Swain: Let's see if we can figure out where or... rather when we are...

Irene Mincine: :: A nurse comes over to Maryse and Indaura, telling them that Mincine can be awoken at any time, and that her new name is ol' One-Kidney due to the un-healing effect giving them no other choice. Well, maybe not in those words, but something like that. ::

Rhan K'hal: I really, really hate it when we break time.

Hunter Matheson: ::led to a bed, he inches up on it but the minute he lies down he realizes it's not the thing to do and sits up::::

Cptn Swain: ::Begins tapping:: Start running a scan of the area for chroniton particles while I try to calculate the year. With the Excalibur's computers and sensors still offline, we having to do this more the old fashioned way.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Let's see if the upgraded micro-sensor packages they installed when we got refit are worth the hype. :: begins scanning ::

Maryse Dubois: :;Frowns, nodding to the nurse.:: Indaura, go check on her. I think I have something else I need to handle at the moment. ::Approaches the Romulan.:: Are you in need of medical assistance?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::The console blooms to life and she began running sensor scans, both internal and external.:: +Chocox+ Looks like we have some functionality...

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> First I wanted to see what word there was on the Kaedwani? He was sent down after the first... difficulty.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see Irene ::

Hunter Matheson: ::then slowly... slowly he leans back, pillows his head, and is out cold:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: At her side :: Let's wake her,

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns::

Maryse Dubois: He is resting at the moment.

Cptn Swain: I hope I am wrong.

Rhan K'hal: I hope you are too if you're saying that.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos Irene ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes and looks up at Indaura. She notices the blood pack hooked up to her arm (among a few other things), realizes where she's at, and turns her head away from Indaura. ::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Excellent, want us to keep working on them?

Cptn Swain: Based on the star positions... we're uh what is the old earth phrase, not in Kansas anymore Toto.

Hakran K'hal: (( no, Will, take a lunch break and see what's on Netflix ))

Indaura Ryssan: What's wrong?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ No, they're sufficient for now. See what you can do with the engines.

Irene Mincine: "I hate sick bay." :: She responded, weakly. ::

William Chocox: ((They’re not the only thing broken.))

Rhan K'hal: I don't particularly like Kansas, but I think I'll like it better than the rest of your news.

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma’am.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::finishing up with the datachips and ready to test if they'll let him:::

Cptn Swain: ::Leans back:: We are no longer in 2388.

Indaura Ryssan: Something I can do to make it better?

Rhan K'hal: 2883? 3828? 2.388?

Irene Mincine: "Fire up those holoemitters with my Prell program?" :: Irene smiled to Indaura. :: "Get me out of this bed and back to work?"

Indaura Ryssan: One thing at a time Mincine

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> That is good. I suppose this is when my people would normally be extremely rude and start demanding answers. I'll bypass the rude and demanding part and take anything you can give me. I can't even contact my ship.

Cptn Swain: Give or take a year or two. It is 2282, Earth Standard.

Indaura Ryssan: Music, or white noise... an ocean perhaps?

Cptn Swain: << .. and .. >>

Maryse Dubois: Unfortunately, I don't have anything. We're trying to get sensors back up so we can find out ourselves.

Rhan K'hal: Um... weren't the Romulans in control of this area more actively at that time, Captain?

Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: sighs :: I guess I am at your disposal, though I can't imagine you need a physicist in your way down here.

Cptn Swain: Yes.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene put a hand to her forehead ridges. :: "I'm going to be here a while, aren't I?"

Rhan K'hal: We're in deep [REDACTED].

Indaura Ryssan: I can try to release you to your quarters, but you'd have to be monitored.

Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: Well, on the bright side at least we're not in a paradox.

Cptn Swain: I shouldn't say that, should I.

Cptn Swain: No. Pretend I didn't say that.

Cptn Swain: ...and.................

Irene Mincine: :: A nurse whispered that Irene was in no shape to be released anywhere. :: "Just let me sleep..."

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

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