USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.27.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has found itself in the year 2282 plus or minus a few years, and in an unfortunate location for that time period. The crew is working to repair damage, find a place to make the more major repairs that are needed, get supplies sorted, and see if we can figure out how we got here and if we can get back easily. All while hoping we do not get found by the, uh, locals.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

William Chocox: ::is halfway inside a panel somewhere in engineering, his uniform jacket strewn haphazardly somewhere::

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

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed typing away on a PADD, surrounded by computer equipment. She's doing some biological simulations. :: "Hey, Doctor?"

Cptn Swain: ::Wearing a bomber jacket (because I am the captain and I want perks), he was down in the stellar cartography lab with their Romulan guest where he desperately wished the replicators worked and that even if they did, he wouldn't feel guilty about making tea with them. Instead he was drinking water, as they fiddled with the console.::

Hakran K'hal: :: with Issaha down in the physics lab, contemplating the time ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from behind her desk, then heads over to Irene's room.:: Need something?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning::

Hunter Matheson: :::after working on the helm console with Tork, Kal leaned back to sprawl across the floor for a stretch, totally forgetting he'd been bounced around for a while. *Damn* he said to himself with a wince, then rolled back to a sit, pulled himself up and slipped into his helm chair for a rest::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Peers over and sees Dr. Dubois walking to Irene ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::also wondering if Vulcans were supposed to frown. That seemed like an emotion. Maybe he shouldn't frown.::

Irene Mincine: :: She hands over the PADD she was working on. :: "I've been working on a way to purge any remaining effects from... whatever that thing we ran into was. This should take care of it." :: It's instructions on producing an anti-chroniton wash at a specific wavelength. According to the sim results, it will speed up healing after exposure to the anomaly. ::

William Chocox: ::mutters to himself:: Hopefully this will get more of the sensors working.

Maryse Dubois: ::Looking it over.:: Hmm. Good work.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::plays the tape again:: So that is definitely

Cptn Swain: Issaha> A warp core exploding.

Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I may not be good at astrophysics, but I know my way around biology." :: Irene tries to sit up in her bed, which predictably ends badly with a healing incision in her back. :: "...my own, not so much..."

Cptn Swain: ::They were still working to confirm exactly where they were, but had largely confirmed they were more or less in the same sector that they'd been 100 years in future.::

Maryse Dubois: Care to be a guinea pig then? ::Waving the padd.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had visited medical to get her cracked ribs mended. They were tender, but no longer painful as they'd been. Down in engineering, she leaned over one of the consoles, tapping out a rapid sequence of commands.:: Chocox -- that didn't work. Try another configuration.

William Chocox: ::swears under his breath as he rearranges the configuration:: Aye ma'am.

Irene Mincine: "If it'll get me out of this bed..." :: Irene adjusted her position on the boiled. ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene isn't a crab, I think, so she's on a biobed, not a boiler. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork pokes him and Kal glances over his shoulder, half awake:: What?

Cptn Swain: (( Irene is actually Zoidberg ))

William Chocox: ::Hawthorne:: Now?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Where'd this come from? ::he holds up a fractured chip::

Indaura Ryssan: ((Why not Ireneberg?))

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Taps out a new sequence and straightens as the console blooms to life.:: That did it! We've got partial readings from the damaged nacelle.

William Chocox: Yes!

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: We'll see. I'll be back. ::Heads for the Med Lab.::

William Chocox: ::crawls out of the panel, his face covered in sweat and somehow soot?::

Hunter Matheson: ::Kal leans forward, hand out to take the chip, then grunts, half yawning:: Comes from the command console, but it's useless. Toss it in the pile and move on.

Cptn Swain: ::Leans back into his chair:: This system looks like maybe an option. That asteroid belt is probably enough to obscure the sensors of this period.

Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Nods:: Likely.

William Chocox: Where to next Commander?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This.... mmm.... this isn't good. ::Points at the schematics and turns to the giant status board that was blinking red with a hundred different things that they needed to tend urgently.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, pulls out another PADD. She sends a message to Hakran. :: *Message* "Hoping to get out of sick bay soon. Will be in science lab asap. -I"

William Chocox: ::looks over it:: And without a spacedock to fix anything.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That nacelle is going to need an overhaul. We can replace the data network and most of the power nodes as a quick fix.

Hunter Matheson: ::then he sighs, stands, and moves to the front of the helm console... like he really wants to see the damage there::

William Chocox: Alright.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This is going to require some time outside in the EVA suits, too.

Hunter Matheson: Huh... :::checking it out, he realizes that there's not too much damage, a scratch here and there, but a severe forward lean in the entire console, which explains why he didn't quite fit easily into the helm chair:::

Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Forward lean, like I'm back in boot..

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::points a finger:: Intriguing. You can see the freighter in that window.

Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back a little later with a device in her hand.:: Alright. Ready to give this a try?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grabbed one of the portable engineering kits and slung it carefully over her shoulder.::

Cptn Swain: Ereth> Though the primary in that system is a ... I am not sure what your designation is, but do you think its radiation could be a problem for your repair crews?

William Chocox: I've always enjoyed a good space walk...the vertigo makes you appreciate the shipboard gravity all the more.

Cptn Swain: ::Looks over the readings:: It's possible.

William Chocox: You ok to be working?

Cptn Swain: Add it to the list. We'll let the engineers decide which system they want to pick.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods! :: "Go for it. There... shouldn't be too many negative effects. If I did the numbers right..."

Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Yep. :: rubs his pointy chin beard :: A temporal window. :: sigh :: I hate spacetime sometimes.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: You'll need to sit up as best you can.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> But what caused the rupture in the first place?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene scooches back, supporting herself with her hands as she successfully sits up. She looked like she was in abject misery. :: "OK."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, just some sore ribs. Nothing too terrible.

Maryse Dubois: Alright. Here goes. ::Starts using the device around Irene's kidney area.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to the access ladder and begins the climb upward.:: Besides, this is an 'all hands on deck' situation.

Cptn Swain: What other systems haven't we looked at yet.

Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Brings up the map:: Only this one.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head:: What’s even more unusual is the lack of relative chroniton particles around us now.

William Chocox: ::follows her up with his own kit:: Feel good to be getting your hands dirty again Commander?

Hunter Matheson: :::tapping here and there on the console's forward section, just to see if it squeals, and it does, but just a little:: Cool. Not all that bad, Girl.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That feels super weird..." :: It looks like reality is rippling where she uses the device. The biobed shows her heart rate shooting up. ::

Hakran K'hal: Yeah, you'd expect something left from... whatever.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods::

Maryse Dubois: ::Monitors the heart rate as she works.:: Your heart rate is going up. I'll stop if it gets too high.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, actually. Command has its perks, but I always miss getting hands on with the ship's systems. ::She stepped aside as they reached the platform and opened the JT access panel.:: You ever thought about getting on the command track?

Hakran K'hal: :: gets up, paces :: Ugh. I need to let this simmer in my head. Doesn't help that it's still throbbing from sliding into the holodeck wall when all hell broke loose.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: We should take a break, sir.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> The computer is going to be a while with this analysis -- especially with it being heavily bypassed.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is logical ::looks around:: or something.

William Chocox: Every so often, and then we get in a mess like this and I realize I'd have to keep everyone from freaking out.

Hakran K'hal: :: tilts head :: You might want to practice that a bit more you get in front of our other Romulan

Indaura Ryssan: :: Monitoring Irene ::

Hunter Matheson: ::then he moves back to check out Tork's work:: 'Bout done?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sighs:: I am thinking of just asking Captain Swain if we can drop this whole act. It's not like he's going to report back to the Tal'Shiar where I am.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. :: "I can feel it working, definitely..." :: Her vital signs get more and more erratic the more she uses the machine - but it is showing the residual chroniton level getting lower and lower. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Do you know how boring being a Vulcan is?

Hakran K'hal: No, and I don't want to know. :: pats Issaha on the shoulder :: Be careful around that one though, he's been extremely... professional. Makes me think he's up to something.

Maryse Dubois: Ok that's enough for now. ::Shuts the device off.:: We managed to lower the chroniton levels, which is good. But your vitals were all over the place.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Starts to say something about Romulans always being extremely professional, but decides against it and nods::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::screws up his face:: Don't think it's ever gonna be done. Got a pile of chips, tossed the broken ones, don't have replacements. Or maybe I just can't find 'em.

Indaura Ryssan: We have to proceed carefully...

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I should change uniforms. The green blood might stain this one.

Hunter Matheson: Um... I'll dig in the pile that engineering brought up. Shouldn't be a problem. ::cross legged again at the helm console:::

Hakran K'hal: We'd hate that since the laundry service is down.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted.:: Yea, that's part of it. You can't really freak out or the others will, too. ::Climbing into the nacelle, they could see the damage was extensive. There were scorch marks where power surges had blown the conduits.::

Hunter Matheson: Um... see what you mean.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: This is a good step though.

Irene Mincine: :: She falls back onto the biobed with her vitals slowly going back to normal. :: "Yeah. I think it worked... but I feel terrible."

William Chocox: Oh man. This is uh...this is not good.

Maryse Dubois: Get a little rest then.

Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a sickbay-bound lift ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning.:: No, it isn't. We're going to have to get an entire team in here.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Alright. That one is out. No way we could avoid getting turned into a crisp with all those solar flares. So let’s take a break and then we'll meet with senior staff to talk about our options and see where engineering is at. ::Considers that he's discussing his command decisions with a Romulan officer who he barely knew. Decides it doesn't really matter, but he'd need to be more careful going forward.:: I'll have Mister K'hal find you some quarters.

Indaura Ryssan: A shame we can't treat you at a starbase, but under the circumstances..

Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Swain to K'hal.

William Chocox: Yeah...well, we can get started while we wait for them to climb up.

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ Yes, Cap?

Hunter Matheson: ::rocks to a stand with a handful of chips and goes to check in the box engineering sent up::

Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift and follows the medics into sickbay ::

Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Setup a senior staff meeting for ::looks at Chrono:: 1830 hours. And see if you can find some quarters for our three guests -- if the other two are able to be released from sickbay anyway.

Irene Mincine: "I'm sick of getting rest... My back does feel a lot better now, though." :: Irene smiled, somehow. :: "Yeah, they can shove a cloned kidney in there or something."

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ 1830, aye. I'd already allocated quarters when we started the investigation, I'll double-check to make sure the windows weren't broken.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes, we need to hit that console and that one before we can get outside to repair the exterior damage.

Hunter Matheson: ::he finds what he needs and tosses the others, then moves back to the helm console and slips them in, double checking as usual::

Hakran K'hal: :: looks around for Irene, sees her and heads over :: Slacker.

Hunter Matheson: ::then he leans back:: Now all we need is power. ::staring at the console, then Tork:::

Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Efficient as ever. Swain out.

William Chocox: Let's get to it then. ::walks to the first console and starts working as he calls down to Engineering for a team:: Do you think I could do command, Commander?

Cptn Swain: ::Ereth:: I'll have a security detail escort you. I am sure you can understand.

Hunter Matheson: (is there a senior on the bridge?)

Maryse Dubois: ::Turns, seeing Hakran.:: She was being our test subject.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She popped the console as she glanced over at Chocox.:: Sure, with the right prep and training. Do *you* think you could command a team? Or department?

Hakran K'hal: Oh, working for the greater good, then. I'll have to find that PADD with the commendations protocol on it.

Cptn Swain: (( Rhan I would assume Hunter ))

Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: I'm surprised you haven't gotten her out of here yet, she must be driving you nuts.

Hunter Matheson: (copy that)

Irene Mincine: "Came to check up on me?" :: Irene said to Hakran as he came in. :: "I've been working on figuring out how to purge residual chronitons from that anomaly." :: She closed her eyes as her vitals fluctuated again, oddly. There wasn't a pattern to it.

Hunter Matheson: ;::wanders toward Rhan:: Helm is as good as it's gonna get, sir. Anything I can do help here?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Unless you can turn back time and get us out of this mess altogether, I'd say it's probably time for your lunch break. You need to eat in between using your head as a tennis ball.

Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning ))

William Chocox: Possibly. But I like being elbows deep in the guts of the ship as well.

Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Yes, sir. Don't have much expertise in turning the clock forward, so I'm gonna guess that I'll go for lunch... if there is anything.

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: You probably are our best data on what the hell happened, so I gotta make sure you're taking care of yourself. By the ship's complement of PADDs littering the area, I'd say you're overworking even bound to a bed.

Hunter Matheson: Bring you something, sir?

Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: quick draws into his pocket and pulls out protein bars :: I'm good. :: fancy twirl and re-pockets ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, responding to Hakran's statement while he was in the middle of it? :: "I've been overworking myself, probably. But we need to figure out what the hell's going on here and what we're going to do about it."

Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a smirk:: Copy that, sir. ::with a thumbs up:: Tork, you're with me.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Hunter Matheson: ::they move out to the energy-bar bar and chow down::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM