USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.20.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Having made a disturbing discovery, the shuttlecraft carrying Captain Swain and Rhan has returned and they are on their way to the bridge to share their, findings. Meanwhile the crew has continued to make repairs and secondary power systems have been stabilized. Limited external and internal sensors are starting to come back online. Main power is inoperable.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: ::Having left Rhan behind to help get the shuttle situated since the flight deck was still a disaster, Asher made his way to the bridge relatively quickly::

Maryse Dubois: ((Oh I had one. Since we're somewhere else, are we still under the negative effects of the chronitons?))

William Chocox: ::crawls out of the jeffries tube due to not trusting the turbolift to get him up there::

Maryse Dubois: ((Like wounds not healing))

Hunter Matheson: ::in sick bay, blinks, sits up, looks around:::

Cptn Swain: (( Hmm... let's dice roll for it. Give me a number 1-20 ))

Maryse Dubois: ((14))

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed in sick bay. She has a PADD in her hand with furrowed brow. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Hovering over Irene ::

Hunter Matheson: ::headscratch::

William Chocox: Hello folks.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances over as another body emerges from the tubes.:: Mister Chocox... I hope you have some good news for us.

Hunter Matheson: ::feeling a lump on his forehead kind of sore::

William Chocox: Good news is that we have some power and some limited sensors. Both external and internal.

William Chocox: Bad news is we still can't get main power up.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The medical staff is no longer encountering the difficulty that was being caused by the proximity of the chroniton radiation.

Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lifts::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her :: How are you feeling Irene?

Maryse Dubois: ::Checking in on Irene.::

Hunter Matheson: ::rubbing the back of his neck, kind of sore too::

William Chocox: ::looks at the captain:: You're a braver man than I sir.

Cptn Swain: I am getting to old to climb ladders.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What's the status of our damaged nacelle? Is it repairable in our current situation? ::Turns as the Captain exits onto the bridge.:: That didn't take you long. I thought you'd be out collecting data for a while.

Irene Mincine: :: According to the bio-bed, her condition is getting better, not worse. :: "Like I just drank a barrel full of bloodwine." :: She hands the PADD over to Indaura. It's full of super-advanced biological observations and data on the healing reversal problem. :: "I downloaded this from my lab console, which is probably in a thousand pieces by now. I wanted to get it to you in case anything happened to me."

William Chocox: I can make the nacelle usable...I think...we're not going to have it be perfect. I'll have to take a closer look at it.

Cptn Swain: Well. I had news I thought everyone should know. Lt. K'hal is getting the shuttle refueled for a second pass.

Hunter Matheson: ::hops off the bed and looks around for a nurse or doctor but they look pretty busy::

William Chocox: That doesn't sound ominous.

Cptn Swain: Do you want the good news or the bad news first?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good news, please. We've got enough of the bad right now.

Maryse Dubois: ::Glancing over Indaura's shoulder.:: Send that to Science. It may be useful to them. :;Scanning Irene.:: As for you, a little good news. Everything is finally healing as it should.

Cptn Swain: ::Making his way over to the railing:: We didn't detect any signs of the chroniton radiation.

William Chocox: ::blinks:: What?

Indaura Ryssan: I will get this backed up right now.

Indaura Ryssan: :: does so ::

Indaura Ryssan: I've tried blood wine... it takes getting used to.

Indaura Ryssan: +Science+ Dr. Ryssan to Science.

Cptn Swain: If it was there it was in minute enough quantities the shuttle's sensors couldn't detect it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::listening to the Captain, but seeing he was being paged:: +Rysaan+ Go ahead.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: None? I suppose... that is good.

Hunter Matheson: ::wanders around, looking for someone in sick bay::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the bad? ::Dreading it, but she had to ask.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs. :: "Great. Are we away from the anomaly? That would confirm my theory." :: She laughs at Indaura, then coughs. :: "It's... pretty strong. I could go for some right now." :: Irene's combadge chirps at the call to science and she reflexively goes to tap, stopping halfway there. ::

Cptn Swain: The bad news. Well, do you want the bad bad news or just the bad news first?

Maryse Dubois: ::Hears someone moving around. Checks outside of the private room.:: Ah. Mr. Matheson.

Indaura Ryssan: +Issaha+ I have a PADD with information that needs looked at regarding the healing reversal issue.

William Chocox: How much bad could there be?

Hunter Matheson: ::turns around:: Hey, Doc.

Maryse Dubois: How are you feeling?

Hunter Matheson: I guess I bumped my head pretty good, right?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't ask that. Don't ever ask that. ::Frowns at Chocox.,::

William Chocox: I wasn't asking how much more, just how much.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Ryssan+ Bring it up to the bridge.

Hunter Matheson: Feeling pretty good. Neck is kind of sore and it's not a good idea to touch the bump on my head.

Hunter Matheson: I'd ask for a pillow on the helm console, but I know what happened last time. I"ll just use a five point instead.

Cptn Swain: Well the regular bad news is that the Romulan, Tamaraian and Kaedwani vessels appear to no longer be in the area.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like it. ::Scans him too. Pleased with results.:: Luckily with the radiation gone, you've recovered as well. Though your forehead may be a little tender.

William Chocox: ::blinks again::

Hunter Matheson: Uh.. yes, ma'am. It's tender.

Maryse Dubois: Go grab something to eat, and relax. You'll be cleared for light duty after.

Hunter Matheson: ::frowns:: Say again, ma'am?

Cptn Swain: No signs of any debris fields, ion trails, just empty space.

Indaura Ryssan: Off I go. Rest well Irene. :: Takes the padd and goes to the bridge ::

Hunter Matheson: ::glanceglance::: Relax? Light duty?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No debris? So... no signs of them being destroyed? Did the blast throw us out of the area? Or them?

Hunter Matheson: I'm the only certified Akira helmsman, ma'am. Think I'd better get back... ::her expression shows him it's a no go:::

Cptn Swain: ( I am going to guess that we have more than one person certified to fly this thing. I mean He can't be at helm 24-hours a day )

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Hunter Matheson: (He can try?)

Maryse Dubois: ((Unless he's an android.))

Irene Mincine: "All righty." :: Irene gives a relieved sigh when Indaura leaves. :: "Hey, Doc, Can I go back to the bridge now? We're in an emergency situation, they need me at science." :: Hearing Hunter. :: "Only? I'm a certified emergency helm officer, you know."

Cptn Swain: Well that's you see... that’s the uh, bad-bad news I mentioned.

Cptn Swain: ::Does one of those gestures::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Mouths "the bad-bad news?"

Maryse Dubois: Neither one of you are going to bridge. :;Glancing between Irene and Hunter.::

Hunter Matheson: ::stares at her, wondering just how she got her master certification if she's in science but says nothing:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the bridge ::

William Chocox: ::sighs:: What's the bad-bad news then?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: leaving this one entirely to Swain ::

Hunter Matheson: ::or even if her certification is still valid::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: Just spit it out, already. You've never been good at dancing around the issues.

Hunter Matheson: ::or maybe they could go out for a beer:::

Maryse Dubois: So help me, if either of you break my light duty restrictions, I will have Rhan remove your computer access.

Cptn Swain: So it's not so much as where it threw us.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Clutching the PADD, she scans for Issha on the bridge ::

Cptn Swain: As *when* it threw us.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Moves over to Issha ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns. :: "Yes, Doctor. What *am* I allowed to do?"

Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Irene a PADD.:: You can work from here.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: When... :::Long pause.:: Surely you can't be serious.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hoping it was just his twisted sense of humor.::

Rhan K'hal: (( ::sits on fingers so he doesn't make the Airplane joke:: ))

Cptn Swain: I wish I were joking.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I was waiting for it. LoL ))

Maryse Dubois: ::To Hunter.:: And you get something to eat. I don't care if it's a salad. No malnourished officers on my ship.

Cptn Swain: Based on my back of the envelope calculations we're in the year 2282, plus or minus a few years in either direction.

Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin:: Yes, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: 2282!

Rhan K'hal: Rhan> Yep.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs the PADD. :: "OK, OK, I'll stay here. Can I use your bio-lab as a home base here? I'll see what the bridge needs me to work on."

Cptn Swain: Give or take a few years.

Maryse Dubois: If it keep you in that bed.

Hakran K'hal: That would be a problem on the best of days. This isn't the best of days.

Cptn Swain: I had to do some of the figuring by memory.

Cptn Swain: Based on star positions, and such.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We're over a hundred years displaced?

Cptn Swain: ::Nods::

Cptn Swain: Which could be an additional problem. I mean in addition to being like 100 years in the past.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Sits down hard.::

Hunter Matheson: ::saunters toward the "cookie jar" and snags a few energy bars, then takes a seat in the doctor's lounge and settles in:::

William Chocox: How is that possible?

Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: finally speaks up :: I can venture a guess as to that additional problem.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Wait... so... the chronitons... yea, I get it... but.... what area of space are we in? Do we have that data? ::Her eyes open wide.:: Who was the Federation up against a hundred years ago? We're nearly blind and mostly defenseless out here right now!

Irene Mincine: "I am Klingon! I am resilient." :: Irene looks at the PADD, resigning herself to staying in the bio-bed. :: "But I'm also human..." :: She taps her com badge. :: +Issaha+ "What's going on? I'm stuck down here in sickbay. Give me something to work on or I'm going to go crazy."

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, relieved to see both of them settling in.:: I'll have someone bring you a few more thing.

William Chocox: We might be in Romulan space at the moment ma'am.

Cptn Swain: We're in roughly the same area of space we were in previously. I think. We'll need to get the Excalibur's sensors online before we can confirm that.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks at the Romulan representative that he'd brought to the bridge :: Ah.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starts to open his mouth, decides against it::

Cptn Swain: This area of space had a much more....direct Romulan influence.

Cptn Swain: The Tamarians and the Kaedwani were still relatively undeveloped. They would have warp drive, but their influence was still rather limited.

Rhan K'hal: At least we're on such low power mode at the moment someone would have to trip over us to notice us. I don't have to remind everyone of our usual luck though.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sends a message to Irene:: +Msg+ Lost in time. 100+ years or something. Unsure where we are exactly. Will fill you in later.

Hunter Matheson: ::smooths out the energy bar wrappers and goes to find the doc:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Oi... ::She took a deep breath and gestured toward Chocox.:: We have limited sensors, thanks to Chocox. Nothing on long range, but we'll see someone trying to sneak up on us.

Maryse Dubois: ::A couple orderlies move in a couple carts of equipment for Irene to work with.::

William Chocox: I'm working as hard as I can.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engines, however, that's a different story. One of our nacelles was critically damaged. We can limp along with one on impulse, but maintaining a warp field would be impossible.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene pauses a beat and replies in a text message. :: +Issaha+ "Very funny." :: She thanks the orderlies and logs into the equipment. ::

Cptn Swain: That needs to be our first priority. Finding someplace to hide at long enough to make repairs. We can't just sit out here in the middle of open space like a wounded duck.

Hunter Matheson: ::dodging the carts and Mincine:::

Indaura Ryssan: One hundred years Issaha? Where are we exactly?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors will help. We can get power running to astrometrics.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office a moment.::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm planning to spend some quality time down in engineering.

Cptn Swain: Good. You take over damage control.

Hunter Matheson: ::wanders toward the doc's office and stops at the door:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, seeing Hunter.:: Need something else, Gunny?

Cptn Swain: Rhan I want you and Marcy to begin doing a cattle call on our current supplies -- medkits everything.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods ::

Cptn Swain: (Is Hakran on the bridge? ))

Hunter Matheson: ::he has one energy bar left that he pulls from his pocket and straightens up:: No, ma'am. Was going to ask if I can be dismissed for duty, but you look pretty worn. Thought you might like the last energy bar?

Irene Mincine: "Hey, can I have whatever you took out of me in a jar? They never let me keep my appendix." :: Irene yells across sick bay to Maryse while her door is open. Whatever painkillers she's on are pretty good. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if we don't know our location yet ::

Hakran K'hal: :: is on the bridge, along with tr'Ehrik the Romulan scientist/spy/whatever ::

Hunter Matheson: ::hesitant to enter, concerned at her condition but not wanting to impose::

William Chocox: ::starts racking his brain to see where his “projects” were if Commander Hawthorne was coming down to Engineering::

Cptn Swain: Hakran I want one science team dedicated to finding out what the hell went wrong and if we can reverse it.

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Thanks. You can go, but keep your head away from console, okay?

Hakran K'hal: Right, just another day at the office.

Cptn Swain: I want you to lead that team. I'll lead a smaller team to see if we can find out where exactly we are and if there's someplace for us to duck into for a while to make repairs.

Cptn Swain: Questions?

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::steps in and slips the energy bar so it slides across her desk toward her:: Docs' gotta eat, too. :::nods and moves out:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins, taking the bar.::

Hakran K'hal: Ah.. :: glances pointedly at the openly Romulan Romulan and then discreetly at the Vulcanly Romulan ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stood and stretched, wincing as she did. Shaking her head at Swain, she glanced at Chocox.:: I need to take a quick trip to medical. I'll meet you down in engineering shortly.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shakes his head:: No, sir.

Indaura Ryssan: Captain, *where* are we?

William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Need anything else from me Captain?

Hunter Matheson: ::signs out of medical and only then notices that the power is on emergency mode (?)::

Cptn Swain: ::Indaura, calmly:: We are apparently 100 years in the past, roughly near out last position spatially. I'll be making a shipwide announcement soon.

Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head at Will::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods, breaks out her tricorder to scan the bridge crew ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts getting her equipment carts set up. :: "Maryse-- er, Commander, thanks for putting me back together again. I've got to stop ending up here."

Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to his chair:: Put me on shipwide.

William Chocox: Yes sir. ::goes back inside the Jefferies Tube towards Engineering::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the lift to take a short ride down to medical.::

Rhan K'hal: :: ship whistle ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't feel like getting up, so she uncharacteristically yells back.:: Hopefully this is the last time!

Hunter Matheson: ::standing by the lift, wondering if it works, when the door slides open he's face to face with the XO::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs and falls silent when the hailer's whistle sounds. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::hears the bosun whistle::

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at nothing as she hears the whistle.::

Hunter Matheson: ::steps aside at attn for Cmdr Hawthorne, as per regs::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson... ::Steps out into the hall.:: How are you feeling?

Cptn Swain: +All+ This is the Captain speaking. While many details remain uncertain, I feel that you are all deserving of a proper update. Following the explosion of the Kaedwani cruiser warp core, the resulting shockwave appears to have created some sort of temporal effect that has, for the moment, displaced us roughly 100 years into the past. At present, there are no other vessels in our area and we appear to be, for the moment, safe.

Hunter Matheson: ::slight relax:: Good, ma'am. Been better, but working on all thrusters.

Hunter Matheson: ::stops to hear the announcement:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's heart dropped, along with the PADD she was holding. :: "He wasn't joking, was he?" :: She grabs another one from the stack on one of the carts. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::One eyes twitches at the Captain's announcement.:: So...

Maryse Dubois: ::Feels a headache coming on.::

Hakran K'hal: El'Arrain tr'Ehrik, why don't you work with the Captain's team. I am sure you're more familiar with this area than we are. :: not to mention the Captain can keep a better eye on him since he won't be ass deep in the bowels of the universe, or a simulation thereof ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You might want to brush up on your history, Matheson.

Hunter Matheson: ::looks to Hawthorne:: Looks like, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Your star charts are going to be out of date.

Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: Lieutenant, with me.

Cptn Swain: +All+ We are working to confirm much of what I have just told you and to develop a remedy so that we can all return, safely, to the proper time period that we belong to. We will remain at a state of heightened alert until such time as we are clear of danger. We are working to locate a safe harbor where Excalibur can make repairs and not contaminate the timelime. I urge you to remember your training and remain calm. I am confident we will find a solution. There is no finer ship in the fleet. Captain Swain, out.

Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods::

Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Did the doctor clear you for duty?

Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: I've never been any good at that part of being captain.

Hakran K'hal: :: heads for the lift ::

Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Just now. Was on the way to the bridge.

Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: steps over near Swain :: I doubt anyone would excel under the circumstances, Captain.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene listened to the announcement, disappointed at the latest turn of events. :: "Looks like I'm not getting a replacement kidney any time soon... there's got to be a way to get us home though. This is what I get for failing astrophysics."

Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: Thanks.

Cptn Swain: ::Erhik:: We should head down astrometrics and see what we can do about getting it up and working.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. You'd better get up there, then. ::She nodded and started toward medical.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::makes his way over to Hakran::

Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head again :: I am at your disposal, Captain.

Maryse Dubois: ::Eating some of the energy bar as she stares at her office wall.::

Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning ))

Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. ::steps into the lift::: Bridge.

Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: We may be doing a lot of the work on PADDs for the time being, but this is going to be a mostly theoretical exercise anyway. Obviously we know it does work in practice, but not how. Or what. Any ideas?

Hunter Matheson: ::steps out to semi-chaos and Tork fixing the helm console as much as he can:::

William Chocox: ::steps out of the Jefferies Tube and attempts to make his work station look a little bit presentable before getting back to work::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning the crew ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene seemed to be taking it in stride, though it was probably those 24th century narcotics pumping into her. :: "Commander! I know it looks like I'm a mess, and I feel like one, but I'm ready to help any way I can!" :: She gestured to her array of portable computer trays. :: "If a biologist can fix this, anyway..."

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dubois.

Cptn Swain: ::Takes his Romulan-Romulan with him to the tubes where they headed for Astrometrics::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sits up.:: +Rhan+ Dubois here.

Hunter Matheson: ::shakes the cobwebs from his head and gets to work with Tork, checking everything out, then discussing the star charts as recommended::::

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

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Steps into medical and sags a little, one hand at her side. Medical was the one place she didn't have to keep up the pretense.::

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ We have a crew to keep alive, healthy, fed and watered, Doc. Let's see how well we can do on that.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM