USS Excalibur Sim Log - 02.17.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, displaced roughly 100 years in the past, has gotten under way at low warp towards an uninhabited system nicknamed Sarras in open space along the borders of the emerging Tamarian and Kaedwani empires, the Romulans, and the Federation. So far we have not encountered anyone from the time-period and are hoping to make safe haven in Sarras while we make repairs and aim to find a way to our proper time.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hakran K'hal: :: looking rather droopy after getting the most minimum of naps, is back in the science lab trying to figure out how they ended up back here ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the science lab as well, eating a ration bar and drinking out of ration bag::

Hunter Matheson: :::keeping us on and even keel as the ship weaves its way toward their destination at a whopping warp 2:::

Hakran K'hal: :: has an exobiologist and a physicist down helping to monitor Irene and the little time bubble they set up to stabilize her ::

Hunter Matheson: :::to self:: So far so good.

William Chocox: ::wipes his face and only succeeds in smudging the soot all over it::

Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical ::

Maryse Dubois: ::In her office for the moment.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's been asleep in sickbay for a loooong time. Turns out bouncing through time is very tiring. She's stabilized now, at least... ::

William Chocox: ::is in engineering working::

Hakran K'hal: :: snarls at his display :: That makes NO sense.

Hunter Matheson: ::so focused he forgets to blink::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sips another drink of something the Lloann'na were calling "orange juice":: Ie?

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, tinkering with the science console because what else does a Captain have to do when you're tooling along at warp 2 stuck 100 years in the past::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How are you always getting carbonized material all over yourself, Chocox? Are you rubbing your face all over the blown power nodes again? ::Miranda straightened from her console, stretching out her back. She groaned.::

William Chocox: Honestly ma'am, I haven't got the foggiest idea.

Hakran K'hal: There just aren't enough chronitons for something of this magnitude.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes. She's surrounded by a shimmering blue field that's stabilizing her for the moment. :: "Ugh... I had the worst nightmare... ::

Rhan K'hal: :: enters the bridge, looking uncharacteristically dour ::

William Chocox: It just appears out of nowhere.

Hunter Matheson: ::catches Rhan's reflection in the console:::

Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: presses a button :: +Doctors,+ Ms. Mincine is coming around.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Rolls the juice ration a bit to get more out of it, nods:: Ie. Even strange still how little resonate particles were left when we were unceremoniously dropped off in this time period.

Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from her desk and goes out to Irene's room.:: Morning sleepy head.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Visiting Irene ::

Hakran K'hal: Exactly. :: tears off a piece of protein bar with his teeth, looking for all the world like he wished it was someone's head ::

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork offers an energy bar and Kal slips it into his pocket for later since they're rationed:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to the central control consoles.:: I'd believe anything at this point. ::She sighed at the updated repair board.:: Alright, so... we've got most of the critical repairs out of the way, but that nacelle is going to suck up most of our resources. The power distribution network is still iffy, as well. Give me some good news, Chocox.

Hakran K'hal: All I can figure :: chew chew chew :: is that the chronitons must still be in the anomaly. Whenever it is.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we're certainly in no condition to try and meddle with time travel on our own.

William Chocox: Um...we're still alive?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Dubois is already there ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking Irene's chart ::

William Chocox: And I may have gotten us even better sensors as well.

Hakran K'hal: :: sigh ::

Rhan K'hal: :: stops by Swain :: Captain.

Hunter Matheson: ::minor course adjustment::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked surprised to see Maryse. :: "I feel like I was asleep for a hundred years."

Cptn Swain: :::Looks up from the science console:: Mister K'hal?

Maryse Dubois: Well I don't know about that, but I would say you had an interesting time.

Rhan K'hal: Bad news, sir. Four of our full-size crates with emergency supplies turned out to be mislabeled. So unless some of the crew want to volunteer to eat marine compression undergarments, we're going to have to tighten the rationing.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, I guess that's on the 'pro' list. Con -- we're stranded in the past. With one nacelle, limited warp, and crippled weapons.

Hunter Matheson: ::marine compression undergarments:::

Indaura Ryssan: Ha :: laughs ::

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Lovely.

Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: under his breath :: Understatement, thy name is Chief Medical Officer.

William Chocox: Well when you put it that way, you make it seem like we're in a tight spot.

Cptn Swain: Hopefully Sarras will have plenty of edible fauna that we can restock on.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Slightly. ::She sighed again.:: I'm already getting tired of rations.

Rhan K'hal: It seems that Engineering has improved our sensor resolution a bit so we'll have a better idea what we'll be dealing with there. We're still limping on the computer though, I've done what I can but it's a structural problem that we just don't have the ability to deal with even if the rest of the ship was sparkling and fresh.

William Chocox: The trick is to imagine that they taste like something else.

Irene Mincine: "Don't say *that* word, Doc." :: Irene put her hand to her head. She looked around her private room, slightly worried. :: "Am I right in guessing my time shifting has stopped?" :: Something was off about her attitude. She was... calm. ::

Hunter Matheson: ::is pretty used to rations:::

Hunter Matheson: ::idly listening to the chatter:::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I am hesitant to send out to send fighters out on a CAP or even an advanced scout. I am concerned that too many warp fields might draw, unwanted attention.

Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> We've managed to narrow the window, Irene. You, or parts of you, may still shift but no more than about 15 minutes.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Ours is so janky it fits in with the time period at least. I'm sure if someone detected the high-efficiency, subspace safe warp field of our modern tech they'd be in a hurry to investigate.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... next on the list. I've got a team getting that nacelle up to par. ::She threw Chocox a glance.:: What are you finishing up?

Hunter Matheson: ::nods agreement to himself:::

William Chocox: I just finished up with the sensors. Where do you need me?

Cptn Swain: And any Romulans would be undercloak, which means passive sensors only.

Cptn Swain: Let's hope we don't run into any of them.

Hakran K'hal: :: starts running every encounter with the anomaly back at one femtosecond per frame, which means he's going to be there for a while ::

Hunter Matheson: :::big stretch and a neck crack to get his blood flowing:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded. :: "Let's just say that the shifting has stopped but there's still a... pretty major offset you need to take care of."

Maryse Dubois: Yeah for the moment. Hakran and Issaha managed to get a bubble around you to keep you grounded.

Maryse Dubois: You kept thinking we were Romulans, but the actual Romulan was a Deltan. ::Snickers.::

Indaura Ryssan: I might be Romulan, but I think Denobulan.

Hunter Matheson: ::hands helm to Tork for just a few minutes so he can stand and walk around a little::

Irene Mincine: "I can see you all for who you are *now*, thankfully. No Deltans here."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have ran across some very strange things, but this is near the top of the list.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The nacelle is under control, teams are replacing the blown nodes. ::She crossed her arms, fingers rapping on her upper arm.:: Next pressing matter is shielding. Right now we're playing musical chairs with our power systems. We need a more direct route to shielding and weapons that will give us better... and faster... control.

William Chocox: Well, I am handy with the EPS systems.

Maryse Dubois: Well that's somewhat reassuring.

Hakran K'hal: I'm sure all the machinations that brought you aboard the Excalibur were just hoping we'd show you something you could write a career-boosting report on. That it could be filed as "Temporal Physics, Exobiology, and History" is just a bonus.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Bites his lip:: There weren't any real machinations. If you want to know the truth. I suppose it won't matter since there's not exactly a good chance of us getting back to the correct time period anyway.

Rhan K'hal: Speaking of which, I've locked down our communications as tightly as possible. I think eventually our guest might reach a tipping point of deciding the risk of dating his grandmother is worth not having to play Survivor with us.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am more or less here on, uh, what is the lloann'na phrase -- witness protection, ie?

Indaura Ryssan: It was interesting to hear you go on and on Irene.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. See what you can do getting it a bit more stable.

Hakran K'hal: I figured it must be something along those lines, your people are no slouches at science so this "exchange" business seemed a bit rich.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Or exile if you prefer.

Hunter Matheson: ::retakes helm::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> The Captain was kind enough to let me hang out here until things cool down at home.

William Chocox: On it. ::grabs his tools to start working it::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Rhan:: I should meet with them.

Rhan K'hal: The Tamaran & Kaedwani are still in sickbay. The Romulan is... :: checks padd :: in the main lounge.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "I hope I didn't do anything *too* embarrassing when I was shifting. All I remember is some kind of Romulan dungeon."

Indaura Ryssan: Dungeon?

Maryse Dubois: Oh don't worry. We have it all recorded. ::smirks.::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good. I'll start with him.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sank into her chair.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks away from his monitor to study Issaha :: Politics, eh? I know your people have a cutthroat reputation for that. I suppose that means there have to be those that get caught in the tides.

Irene Mincine: "I'm guessing you got the gist of it. Somehow, I got picked up by 23rd century Romulans that wanted to know about the 24th century." :: Irene shrugged lightly. :: "It was a horrible nightmare."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Something like that.

Irene Mincine: "Never, ever, release that recording." :: Irene eyed Maryse. ::

Hakran K'hal: Anyway, you're a good scientist and I'm glad to have you here. Even if we occasionally have to dress you up like a Vulcan.

Cptn Swain: (( And here we were planning on showing it tonight with popcorn ))

Maryse Dubois: ((lol))

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smirks:: Thank you.

Indaura Ryssan: Aww, I was hoping to hear more. How much of it do you remember?

Irene Mincine: "More than I want to. At least in reality I still have all my fingernails. Let's leave it at that."

Cptn Swain: ::Logs off the science console, straightens his jacket:: Very well. You have the bridge, Mister K'hal.

Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain.

Rhan K'hal: You know what that means, Gunny. You can let your hair down now. :: Marine buzzcut humor ::

Indaura Ryssan: I remember my temporal mechanics classes... most of it was to pray it never happened.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead commander.

Cptn Swain: ::Entering the lift::

Hakran K'hal: Keene & Boone> :: give each other "Eek!" looks @ the fingernails bit ::

Hunter Matheson: ::bouncing slightly in his chair, humming a tune:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Just checking -- how far out are we from Sarras? We're doing what we can, but to get to most of the power systems, we're going to have to take them completely down and cycle.

Indaura Ryssan: But just how are we going to get out of this... I wonder.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Still a day or so out from Sarras. I haven

Cptn Swain: 't been wanting to press the engines too hard.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Do you think that can wait until we're in the system?

Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> The Boss and Issaha are working on how we got into it, hoping there will be a way out in the answer.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Yes, it can wait. We can juggle for another day. Better to take it slow than to blow our good remaining nacelle. I just wanted a reasonable update so we can shift our timeline.

Irene Mincine: "Look, I'm sorry if I said anything... hurtful. While I was out of my head."

Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> And Biology has you under a microscope, literally, trying to see if the temporal interactions with you can shed any light on anything.

Hunter Matheson: (w) Oh.. oh..oh..oh stayin' alive, stayin alive.. ::bouncing to the tune::

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. K'hal also informed me that apparently a number of our ration shipments we brought aboard before leaving starbase last time were mislabeled so we're going to have to cut rations a bit until we get to Sarras. Hopefully, there will be plenty of edible flora and fauna there.

Rhan K'hal: Okay Gunny, don't go crazy (er).

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ I am on my way down to talk to our uh, guests. I am sure this extended stay wasn't something they'd planned on.

Hunter Matheson: ::stops, turns:: Just trying to make the trip a little more... you know... enjoyable.

Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Just keep the tune in your head, I've never been a fan of 20th Century music. Now early 22nd hardcore-rebirth...

Hunter Matheson: ::then back to the console readout::: Waiting for those sweet stewardess to pass by with the cart.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiled to the assistants. :: "It would be nice to be able to get back to our own century. I'll help any way I can, but you all know that."

Hunter Matheson: ::hums the tune instead:: Not exactly wacky, sir. It's a way of staying sane in all this.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ No, and they probably all have special needs and requirements, I bet. Have fun with that, sir.

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ That's why they pay me the big bucks.

Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> We know, Irene. We're here for you too. We'll get through this. Somehow.

Hunter Matheson: tune in my head, aye. ::smirk::

Cptn Swain: << 2 Minute Warning >>

Indaura Ryssan: The key is not leaping into another universe on the quantum level.

Hakran K'hal: :: bangs head on console :: This is what I get for wanting to settle down in the lab with data.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: I would advise against that, sir.

Irene Mincine: "I failed quantum physics and even I know that."

Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> :: nods at Indaura :: Doctor is super right about that. Though if you could control it that would be an amazing superpower.

Hakran K'hal: :: stops, looks out of the corner of his eye :: Are you sure they didn't inject Vulcan DNA into you? Your eyebrow has been on a tear since we smoothed down your ridges.

Irene Mincine: "Maybe all this shifting turned me into a Q. Let's go back home." :: She snaps her fingers, then frowns. :: "Guess not."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> You'd have to consult with the Doctor. ::bursts into a giggle::

Hunter Matheson: ::slips the energy bar out of his pocket, takes one bite, then puts the rest away for later:::

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh ::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM