USS Excalibur Sim Log - 02.10.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in time -- sort of, continues to make repairs. Last week we decided to head towards an area of space we think we can hold up at until to make larger scale repairs. Engineering is preparing for trial runs of a slightly unbalanced warp drive, while helm plots our course to avoid any prying eyes. Medical, meanwhile, is working on a situation with Ensign Mincine.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical ::

Cptn Swain: ::Having taken enough time to grab a ration, something reporting to be a warm drink ration, and a shower to clean off the blood from his hair, Swain rejoined the bridge crew still wearing the cool looking bomber jacket because we paid a pretty penny for this prop so I gotta wear it this whole arc I think::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in engineering, Miranda was bent over one of the consoles to monitor the warp drive as they ran the power cycle through the new nodes they'd had to replace.:: So far, so good. Ready to make an attempt, Chocox? How's the structural readings on the damaged nacelle? Power or no power, if it breaks apart while we're at warp, it won't be pretty.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in her own little world in her private room in medical, going on and on. :: "Aren't you afraid of the psych test? I've been thinking about it all week..."

Hakran K'hal: :: down in sickbay he has, with the help of an engineer he literally grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged in, upgraded the medical scanner in Irene's room to be the 2nd most sensitive chroniton and temporal field scanner on the ship ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Replicators are largely still down, so its rations or whatever we happened to have stored away as real good by the way.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to check in on Irene... knocks :: Irene?

Hunter Matheson: ::hunched over the helm console with a few other helmsmen, working on routes toward option one, evasive maneuvers when/if needed, munching on energy bars every now and then, and estimating TA at the moon:::

William Chocox: ::looks over his display:: The structural integrity is as good as we’re going to get.

Maryse Dubois: ::With Hakran, in Irene's room, observing.::

Irene Mincine: "Hmm?" :: Irene looked to the door to the room. :: "You don't need my permission to enter, Romulan bastard." :: The time that's passed seems to have made her temporal displacement somewhat worse. ::

Hunter Matheson: Yeah, that looks good, but we need an alternative and an evasive corridor. Don't like the looks of that section of the asteroid belt. ::discussing stuff with the others:::

Hakran K'hal: :: watching the readings ::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of the reported coffee mixture::

Indaura Ryssan: Oh, well, this is rather crowded. :: Hears Irene speak. Answers with awkward silence.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... let's see how this goes. ::She tapped her badge:: +Bridge+ Hawthorne to the bridge. We're ready to test the modified solo warp drive.

Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Oh... right.

Rhan K'hal: This should be interesting. Now where did I put that five-point harness?

Hakran K'hal: :: glances over and gives Indaura a sympathetic grimace ::

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: You would think that in the year twenty three friggen eighty-eight

Cptn Swain: They could make fake coffee.

Maryse Dubois: :;Looking over Irene's vitals.:: Of all the things, why does it have to be time travel?

Cptn Swain: That didn't taste like an ashtray.

Hunter Matheson: ::slips into the helm chair, making sure it's sturdy, and buckles up::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Recording some vitals :

Rhan K'hal: You lick a lot of ashtrays, sir?

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Acknowledged, Commander.

Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Helm is set.

Cptn Swain: ::Looks at R'han with a raise eyebrow:: I would think you of all people would know how taste and smell are connected.

Hakran K'hal: There was probably some sort of cosmic checklist of what the Excalibur hadn't experienced yet.

Cptn Swain: ::Takes his chair::

Cptn Swain: (( *opens check list* Hmmm ))

Rhan K'hal: :: grins ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, warp core is online and power seems to be holding steady. Let's see how we do making a warp field.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowls at the others in the room. :: "You can throw me out the airlock, I'm not telling you anything about the 24th century."

Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't be surprised. Someone definitely has it out for us.

Cptn Swain: What's our status?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Engine is ready for testing. I'd suggest taking it slow. We aren't going to get more than warp three or four out of this. Let's start at one. At Helm's pleasure.

Hunter Matheson: Helm is a go.

Rhan K'hal: All other departments are as good as they're going to get for the time being, Captain.

Hunter Matheson: ::monitoring all the bells and whistles, adjusting for solo warp :::

Cptn Swain: Alright.

William Chocox: Let’s hope this goes according to plan.

Cptn Swain: Alert all stations.

Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ This is the bridge, we are going to test going to warp.

Rhan K'hal: Cross your digits and pad your buttocks.

Hakran K'hal: :: glances back to Irene, sighs :: The problem, as I see it, is that her brain doesn't seem to be experiencing the time distortion at the same rate. Part of her is clearly around a "Romulan bastard" while part of it is here, and other parts may be experiencing REM.

Hakran K'hal: I don't need to be a neurologist to know that's a bit difficult even for someone with as hard a head as she has.

Cptn Swain: ::Settles into his command chair:: Alright. Mister Matheson. Take us to warp 1. Nice and easy.

Hakran K'hal: :: tilts ear at the announcement :: Oh boy.

Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Taking us to warp one... beginning with impulse.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, let's hope. ::She took a seat at her console, just in case.::

Hunter Matheson: ::engages impulse:::

William Chocox: ::sits down as well::

Hunter Matheson: ::checking the gauges::

Hunter Matheson: Going to half impulse.

Cptn Swain: (( *rattles dice* Alright everyone give me a number 1-20 ))

Irene Mincine: "Test going to warp? We must have really screwed up your Warbird, Commander." :: Irene laughed at air. :: "I hope it blows up in your face. I don't care if it blows up in mine."

Rhan K'hal: (( 3 ))

Irene Mincine: (( 6 ))

Hakran K'hal: (( 8 ))

Hunter Matheson: ::sweeping the monitors, checking gauges:::

Hunter Matheson: Going to three-quarters impulse...

Hunter Matheson: She's acting like a one-legged bandit, Captain, but she's compensating.

Hunter Matheson: ::compensates just a little more:::

Maryse Dubois: (7)

Hunter Matheson: Prepare for warp one.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((12))

Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp one.

Cptn Swain: (( 15 ))

William Chocox: ((16))

Hunter Matheson: :::slowly comes up:::

Hunter Matheson: ::feels the jitters:::

Hunter Matheson: :::compensates::: Holding steady at warp one.

William Chocox: ::monitors the warp core as they're about to get going::

Hunter Matheson: And... we are steady at warp one, Captain.

Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: What do you think is best for her medically?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Indeed, Warp 1 seems to be holding and though they're maybe a little slower than normal as the systems are bypassed a bit, the Inertial Dampers seem to be functioning within normal parameters.

Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Proceeding to Warp 2.

Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the captain's go:::

Maryse Dubois: Her body is fine for the moment, aside from the displacement. But it's her mental condition I'm really worried about. Normally I would give her a hypo to help her sleep, but I'm afraid the displacement might create a negative effect.

Hunter Matheson: ::prepares for warp 2:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. Power nodes are functioning normally right now. How's it handling?

William Chocox: (m) Oh, warp 2 huh? Hope we can keep up.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan to field that question::

Maryse Dubois: We've got to somehow ease her out of it.

Hunter Matheson: :::Swain:: She's not happy, sir, but she's hanging in there.

Irene Mincine: "You're the worst interrogators I've ever seen. You've not even asking me any questions!" :: Irene laughed at Maryse and Hakran. ::

Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Oh, Hunter isn't sweating bullets. Yet.

Hunter Matheson: ::then realizes it referred to power nodes:::

Hunter Matheson: ::snort::

Hakran K'hal: That's what I figured. :: sighs, looking torn about Irene :: I don't know how you manage to stay objective day-in and day-out.

Cptn Swain: Alright, increase to warp 2. Slow and steady again.

Hunter Matheson: Warp 2, aye sir.

Rhan K'hal: Might I suggest even slower, as a matter of fact. ID is going to be even more sluggish the faster we go.

Indaura Ryssan: (dang it, chat stopped working)

Hunter Matheson: ::proceeds slowly, as ordered, and the way it likes it anyway:::

Hunter Matheson: Um... got a little jitters. Compensating.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Irene :: Do you wish someone to sit with you?

Hunter Matheson: Warp 2 achieved. Holding steady. A little wiggly, but compensation is working.

Cptn Swain: (( Someone give me a number 1-20 ))

Maryse Dubois: Have you had any luck with the device she helped build?

Indaura Ryssan: (4)

Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowled at Indaura in response, yelling her finest Romulan swears (with a Klingon accent, of course). ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hey, I'm getting some slight feedback in the mix matrix. Keep an eye on that. If it gets above nominal levels, be prepared to compensate.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits anyway :: Great. It's always nice to have someone so close. On Denobula we live in such tight spaces..

William Chocox: Aye ma'am. ::starts keeping a closer eye on the mix matrix::

Hakran K'hal: :: frowning, but thinking :: We've gone over it, and I was thinking it may be necessary to use the device again, after reversing it, although we'll need to tie it through the temporal scanning system. :: scratches head, drops paw in frustration :: I'm thinking of creating a temporal bubble for her that would at least normalize some of the distortion.

Hunter Matheson: :::complete focus on the console - one eye on the drive, one eye on the route:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That at least could help her relax.

Hunter Matheson: ::eyes crossed:::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur's warp field fluctuates and for a moment it seems like it’s going to collapse entirely, but the computer corrects it as things smooth out again. ID continue to function within tolerance.

Rhan K'hal: :: pats the console :: Good girl.

Hunter Matheson: :::slowly lets out a breath:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: to Irene :: How about some food. I could cook something... actually cook rather than replicate.

Irene Mincine: "If I get out of these restraints, I'm going to rip all your heads off and play Parisses squares with them." :: Irene looked to each of them, still oblivious to anything going on in reality. ::

Irene Mincine: "Romulan food? I'd rather starve."

Hakran K'hal: Well, I'll have to drag the real Romulan bastard down here to help me set it up. :: glances back at Irene :: She is well strapped in?

Indaura Ryssan: I game I don't play, but I had an uncle that does.

Indaura Ryssan: Not Romulan, but I could try my hand at it I suppose.

Cptn Swain: Let's hold at warp 2 for now.

Hunter Matheson: Holding warp 2, aye.

Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Hakran to N'Dak. Report to sickbay room 3 Beta.

Cptn Swain: No need to press our luck, all things considered.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Unless she manages to gain the strength of a Soong-Type Android, she'll be right here when you get back.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the lab:: +Hak+ On my way.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... so far, so good. ::She made adjustments at her console.:: Bulkhead integrity seems to be fine in the damaged nacelle. Warp field is stable.

Rhan K'hal: I wholeheartedly agree with the number 2.

Indaura Ryssan: Irene, is there anything I can get you, I mean other than the restraints.

Hunter Matheson: :::smirk::

Hakran K'hal: :: steps out of Irene's room for a moment to get his own emotional equilibrium back while waiting for Issaha to arrive ::

Hakran K'hal: :: mutters :: I'm not cut out for this leader s**t.

William Chocox: That's good. Because I trust that nacelle about as far as I can throw it.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was securely fastened, she wasn't going anywhere. :: "A shuttle back to Federation space would be a start."

Indaura Ryssan: Irene. I know it's difficult what you are going through, but we will get you through this.

Hunter Matheson: :::watching for course change::

Cptn Swain: Our long slow cruise to Sarras begins.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives outside the medical wing where Hakran was walking::

Rhan K'hal: The computer is managing to keep up, though I still don't like the way I've had to daisy-chain it with the reserves. I hope no one is going to need any heavy computational lifting out of it.

Cptn Swain: (( We'll go to 11:10 since we started late ))

Hunter Matheson: ::slight grin, still watching the helm panels::: But we're getting there, Captain.

Indaura Ryssan: Hopefully back to our own time.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks up when Issaha's footsteps get close enough ::

Indaura Ryssan: I have no command of a shuttle.

Hakran K'hal: Well. We're going to have to try treating Irene like a chroniton pincushion with that little device of hers, see if we can get her into a stable time bubble to diminish the distortions.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, I'd like to get another team up there to stabilize it further while it is under repair.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Fascinating.

Cptn Swain: You know I always thought this would be an interesting time to be in Starfleet.

Hakran K'hal: Oh, and don't take it personally when she calls you a Romulan bastard, or other colorful language. We haven't.

Cptn Swain: Didn't think I'd find out about it literally.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I see.

Hunter Matheson: Captain, slight course change in five to avoid an asteroid belt if possible. Should I check with engineering to verify?

William Chocox: That sounds like a good plan.

Hakran K'hal: :: turns and re-enters sickbay and beelines for Irene's room.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Bulkheads are stable, but under strain. ::She chewed at her lower lip.::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: If you think it will put the warp engines under stress, yes.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::follows along::

Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. +Engineering+ Coming up on an asteroid belt in three. Will she hold at a 5 degree course change?

Hakran K'hal: :: re-enters, looks at Irene for a moment before his back stiffens and he walks over to grab the IreneCo Chronivac ::

Irene Mincine: "It's a party, isn't it?" :: Irene watched Issaha come into the room, astonished. :: "Prell? What are you doing here, it's a hundred years ago! And how did you end up with these Romulan jerks?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Readings thus far are favorable, though we won't know until you attempt it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow::

Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Aye, Commander. Course change in two. Keeping you informed.

Maryse Dubois: Ummm....::Looks to Issaha.::

Hakran K'hal: :: attaches it to one of those articulating arms that sickbay always seems to have ::

Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Coming up on course change to zero two seven in five.

Hakran K'hal: :: plugs it into the scanner system ::

Indaura Ryssan: I thought I have been rather nice.

Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Course change to zero two seven now, now, now.

Hunter Matheson: :::slow turn to new course:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene worryingly looks at the articulating arm. :: "Irene Mincine, Ensign, service number..." :: She starts repeating that in a monotone. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::In fairness, he had seen some pretty friggen weird ass **** on the Talon, so this actually seemed pretty tame so far.::

Hunter Matheson: ::whispers something to the console, ending in Baby:::

Hakran K'hal: :: closes his eyes when he hears her start the torture litany :: I hope you're wrong, I really do.

Cptn Swain: (( Everyone who was on Talon doin an Oprah nod at home RN ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( ::snicker:: ))

Hakran K'hal: :: turns back :: Okay. Let's do this.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Course change goes off without a hitch.

Hunter Matheson: ::blows out a breath:::

Hakran K'hal: :: lets the camera do a dramatic shot before the "to be continued" sign pops up ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene continued watching whatever Hakran was doing in her mind, repeating the litany like a praying monk. ::

 

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