USS Excalibur Sim Log - 03.17.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur remains, so far, undetected in unclaimed space orbiting the planet Sarras in the year 2282. Extensive repairs are underway to the damaged systems, while science teams explore the planet. A base camp is under construction to allow crew to lessen the load on the ships systems and extend rations.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hakran K'hal: $ :: today's science field trip is checking out mineral resources in one of the few mountainous areas of the planet ::

Rhan K'hal: @ :: at the under construction base camp, overseeing ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::doing his thing, following orders:::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::still babysitting the science officers::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on Excalibur in her usual medbay room, sending points of interest to the field teams. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::On his way to see Irene::

Hakran K'hal: $ Let's see if we can find a spot big enough for the shuttle to set down and that won't require mad mountain climbing skills. I'm felinoid, not a goat.

William Chocox: ::keeps repairing the ship::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::visual area check::

Cptn Swain: ::In the science lab, looking at the solar data, hmming::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: scrolls through the orbital data :: Set heading 245° and proceed for 1.2 km, Mr. Matheson.

Maryse Dubois: ((hiya))

Rhan K'hal: (( glad you made it! ))

Hunter Matheson: $ Well, sir... there's an area a few clicks up that looks like rocks. That work?

Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Doc!)

Hakran K'hal: $ That is generally where I'm directing you, Mr. Matheson.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Sending topographic scan data." :: Irene's focused on her task, surrounded by computer consoles. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in sickbay ::

Hunter Matheson: $ Copy that. ::checks gauges:: Going to give it a sweep and you tell me the best place to land, sir.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ How is everything up there guys?

Rhan K'hal: @ HEY! Does that pole have a C on it? No it doesn't, it has an F on it. Unless you want to sleep underneath a broken shelter, I'd suggest you pay more attention to what you're grabbing and where you're putting it.

Hunter Matheson: (Hey, total distraction here, K'hal. Missed the coords)

Rhan K'hal: Ens. Sherman> +Will+ I don't believe anything else has broken, sir.

Hunter Matheson: $ Setting heading to 245, proceeding now .54 km.

Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping into sickbay, finding Indaura.::

William Chocox: +Ens. Sherman+ That's not a given. Thanks guys.

Indaura Ryssan: :: smiles ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: looks over the topo data from Irene while giving the area his eyeballs ::

Hunter Matheson: $ And... hovering over designated area. Looking good sir?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over records ::

Hakran K'hal: $ This looks like a good spot, though a tad bit uneven. This model does have the extendable auto-level legs, so shouldn't be too bad. Take us down gently.

Maryse Dubois: So we need someone to help with setting up a medical tent for the surface basecamp. Since you and I are the most qualified, it falls to one of us.

Hunter Matheson: $ Taking us down gently, aye. :::slow decent:::

Rhan K'hal: @ :: speed reading through padds, moving them from one pile to the other in the high-tech lean-to he's using as an office ::

Maryse Dubois: Want to volunteer, or do we flip coins for it?

Hunter Matheson: $ :::one side sets, the other side compensates:::

Indaura Ryssan: I will go if you need me Doctor, unless you want some fresh air.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene yells out of her room. :: "I'll go!"

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the medbay room::

Hakran K'hal: $ Excellent.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ensign I don't think it would be advisable for you to leave the confines of your force field.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: hops up and pops the hatch, extends the ramp ::

Hunter Matheson: $ We're stable. Cutting power.

Hunter Matheson: $ Setting to hot standby.

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks back at Irene.:: Not unless you can magically stop time shifting.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::double checking her phaser rifle charge::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene grumbles. :: "None of you are any fun. What's up, Issaha?"

Hakran K'hal: $ Okay group, we're looking for metals and minerals on the shopping lists. If you find it, take a small sample so we can check for purity. Also, if the rock giants start throwing boulders, remember to duck.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts a brow:: I came to check in on you.

Maryse Dubois: ::Notes Issaha's arrival, then turns to Indaura.:: I'll leave the decision to you if you want to go.

Indaura Ryssan: I'll go.

Hunter Matheson: $ Copy that, sir. ::slight grin::

Rhan K'hal: @ :: looks up, groans, stomps out and over to the group of security officers trying to set up the medical shelter ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, handing her a PADD.:: Gear is already on the way. Those are the coordinates. Rhan is waiting for you down there.

Rhan K'hal: @ OY!

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::flips open tricorder::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::grabs his gear, adjust, checking all exits:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets her things together and heads out :: I'll get you a souvenir.

Irene Mincine: "Oh, I'm doing fine. Have you figured out how to turn that thing into a backpack yet?" :: Irene gestures to the time stabilizer in the corner. Tricorder readings are about the same as they've been for the past few days. ::

Rhan K'hal: @ If you get a boo-boo would you like the floor to be tilted on a :: tilts head :: nearly 7° angle while you try not to slide off a cot while the Doctor grabs the stubble on top of your head for balance? LEVEL IT BEFORE YOU SECURE IT!

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am afraid we don't have the budget for that.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smiles:: Or the manpower.

William Chocox: ::swaps out a variety of nodes, switches, and cabling::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: hops nimbly down the ramp, does a 360° scan with his tricorder :: Semek, Gilmarn. :: points one way ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::continues to scan her::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the transporter room :: Here are my coordinates.

Hakran K'hal: $ Thurman, d'Yau :: points another way ::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns having preferred to be the first one out of the shuttle::

Hakran K'hal: $ Security, pick your groups.

Hunter Matheson: $ All ashore that's going ashore? ::checks the area, closes the hatch:::

Hakran K'hal: $ Mr. Matheson, with me.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns... :: "I figured. So what's that thing telling you?"

Hunter Matheson: $ With you, Aye.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: shoves a sample collection bag at Hunter ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::grab::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> That you are in fact half-Klingon.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: bounds off toward a rocky incline - his goat comment not withstanding is having no trouble with the uneven terrain ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::Mutters:: Huh... looks like the grab and go bags from the mess.

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks at the sass.::

Rhan K'hal: @ :: stomps back to the tent ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Beams down to the planet ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Someone order a medical tent?

Rhan K'hal: @ :: sees a shimmer out of the corner of his eye, sees Indaura ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Now that's interesting.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::walks over and gets a medical tricorder::

Rhan K'hal: @ It's... in progress. :: points to the uneven base that the security people are trying to level ::

Hunter Matheson: $ :::shouldering his phaser rifle, he begins a slow rock sweep:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs. :: "What's interesting, that I'm half-Klingon? I'm not a medical study diagram. Unless I'm about to drop dead, put that tricorder away."

Rhan K'hal: @ But it's nice to have someone who can treat concussions on hand in case I have to start whacking people over the head with my PADD.

Indaura Ryssan: @ First off, are there any medical issues I need to tend?

Hunter Matheson: $ ::behind the boss, that is:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Would that not damage the PADD?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arches his eye brow higher::

Rhan K'hal: @ An off-the-shelf model, yes. But not my baby, it's reinforced. :: strokes it lovingly :: There are some scrapes and bruises here and there. We don't exactly have the A-Team down here for doing construction.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::continuing to wonder how she got this assignment. She still felt strange on this planet.::

William Chocox: ::waves a random ensign over:: I need these parts distributed in groups of three down this entire road.

Irene Mincine: "What?" :: Irene wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or nervous. ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: stops at an outcrop with a particularly unfortunate shade of green rock ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Watching Issaha with interest now.::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: scans ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks puzzled :: Just how long are we expecting to remain?

Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots a twinkling something just above their area and climbs up to it:::

Rhan K'hal: @ As long as it takes to fix the ship, restock, and prepare for a slingshot maneuver. And if that fails... 100 years.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: takes a sample, turns to hand it to Hunter, has no one behind him :: Matheson! Bag!

Hunter Matheson: $ :::turns:: Sir! ::grabs it, makes note, bags it:::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: moves on ::

Hunter Matheson: $ :::tags with coordinates, including altitude and puts it with his sample the same way:::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I've been cross referencing your DNA from previous transport records to compare changes between from before we moved through time and from after.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: goes through, takes more samples ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Also trying to see why you became "unstuck" in time and the ship did not.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::tags and bags::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Maryse/Irene:: May I take a tissue sample?

Indaura Ryssan: (bah, all things stopped)

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::On a Romulan ship, he would have already done that. Actually, on the Talon, t'Ksa may have already dissected Irene.::

Irene Mincine: :: As much as she didn't like Issaha, she had to admit he *was* an expert in this field and she wasn't. She shrugged approval. :: "Uh... go ahead. You're starting to worry me now."

Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> :: finds a nice outcrop of ore that, once refined, can be used in conjunction with other materials to make duranium alloy ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: hears a rumbling that would be subsonic to humans, stops and puts a paw up ::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::goes on further alert, raises her phase riffle::

Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots a whole lot of twinkly things one level above::: Sir... a couple meters up is a strata loaded with twinkles. Not sure what they... :::stops:::

Hakran K'hal: $ +Excal Science+ Hyrdrothermic data for my location?

Cptn Swain: ::wheels over and taps the comm:: +K'hal+ Raised pressure, looks like there's some movement below you in one of the hydrothermal vents.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Starts setting up a remote medical station :: \

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::activates the tissue sampler magic thing because this is the 24th century, not the dark ages::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::listening:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha.:: If you can do it safely

Hunter Matheson: $ ::checks the area on reflex:::

Hakran K'hal: $ +Swain+ That's what I was :: interrupted by the sound of a hundred fire hoses being turned on in unison, as the sparkly things that so interested Hunter shoot out at about 160 km/h, followed by powerful streams of water ::

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Stand by." :: Irene began a detailed hydrothermal scan of the area while Issaha did his thing. ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: oh, and it's steaming, boiling hot ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: sensibly ducks and covers ::

Hunter Matheson: $ Damn... :::drop and cover:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gets out her tricorder and begins to scan Rhan ::

Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> :: gets one of the sparklies in the ass off a rebound ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::rolls down the slope, away from the steam::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and activates a drop down view screen so both Irene and Maryse can see:: As you see, here is Ensign Mincine's DNA... this is from her last transport on the planet with no real water. Whatever it was called.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: quirks an ear :: You'll find my blood pressure elevated, I know that.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Brings up another scan:: Here is it now. They look alike, right? At least to most scans.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: as quickly as the geyser starts it drops off to a trickle, and some sort of moss or algae around the holes starts rapidly growing to cover them ::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::pounded by a few sparklies himself::

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Transmitting scan results. Let me know if I can be of assistance." :: She looks back to Issaha's screen with a geneticist's eye. :: "What am I looking at in particular?"

Hakran K'hal: $ +$ci+ Report in.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::mumbles some jumble as he manipulates the images:: I wanted to see what your condition was doing to your DNA. If anything.

Indaura Ryssan: @ You seem fine, just making sure this is working correctly.

William Chocox: ::starts moving down the line as the Ensign puts them out::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::lets out a breath and looks up just in time to see the algae growing:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Given that, are you feeling alright?

Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: Hmm. :: "Actually, I don't know what I see, but I don't think it's good."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Again, it's curious that you became unstuck in time and the rest of the ship didn't. So ::more manipulating:: I noticed that your half-Klingon DNA remained completely unchanged.

Hakran K'hal: $2 Semek> +Hak+ Semek here. I seem to have some sort of organic mineral embedded in my posterior. :: said with typical Vulcan detachment, then looks around :: No other serious injuries in this group that I can visually assess.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::more extremely expensive CGI:: The parts of your DNA that come from your human line though... that's a different story.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's almost undetectable.

Hunter Matheson: $:::and the minor burns on his arm 'cause the uniform just doesn't come in firehose quality:::

Irene Mincine: :: Reaction shot to save budget. Irene looks astonished. :: "I see what you mean now."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::more expensive CGI, we totally could have afforded a back pack:: Here, here and here. See these changes?

Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over the readings.:: He's right.

Rhan K'hal: @ Oh, I'm dandy. Fresh air, some water with a nice mineral taste, a bunch of useless lumps banging sticks together trying to build things.

Indaura Ryssan: @ So a day at the office?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, looking pretty worried now... :: "Definitely not good for the ol' genome."

Hakran K'hal: $ +$ci+ Back to the shuttle, while this area will need more study, I think coming back with body armor would be wise.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I wondered if maybe it was something to do with your hybrid genetic structure. BUt we have other hybrids aboard and they didn't experience anything.

Rhan K'hal: @ Absofrigginlutely, Doc.

Irene Mincine: "Right... so why is this affecting me and not the other humans on board?"

Cptn Swain: Issaha> There was a chance it was something about your specific hybridization that caused it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> But....

Hunter Matheson: $ :::slowly comes to a stand, checking the rest of his body and the bag, turns toward the shuttle:::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brings up two more DNA scans:: Here is the one I mentioned earlier.

Indaura Ryssan: @ The mineral water taste is concerning.. I need to get a sample.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> And here is one from before your trip to Risa.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> There is a small, almost imperceptible, alteration on those same three DNA changes from the pre-Risa scan, to your most recent.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::drops the hatch, stashes the rocks, does the gear thing, and slips behind the controls to power up:::

Rhan K'hal: @ Hak scanned it when they did the survey, all perfectly safe. We could filter it out completely along with the other less desirable things, but the consensus was to leave it. Tastes more "natural" than shipboard water.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> As if someone had cross-grafted something into your DNA.

Rhan K'hal: @ But yes, we are filtering out the less desirable things.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked pretty puzzled now. She's completely ignoring the console and ground mission. :: "What? How would that have even happened?"

Hunter Matheson: $ (dang.. brb)

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nods :: I need some tea though.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shrugs::

Hakran K'hal: $ +Swain+ We've had a bit of an incident, Captain. We appear to be intact, with some... additions. :: climbs into the shuttle :: We'll be returning to base for treatment. I'm sending my scan and holo-log of the incident.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: sends it up ::

Cptn Swain: +K'hal+ Understood.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> But whatever those changes were, I believe they interacted with the chroniton radiation and caused your predicament.

Hunter Matheson: (bak)

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Still doesn't explain where the chroniton radiation came from in the first place.

Rhan K'hal: @ One of the biology teams have found some sort of leaf that they think will make a good tea, but they're doing an in-depth study back on the ship. If they deem it safe, as soon as they get a batch ready I'll have them fast-track some to you.

Hunter Matheson: $ Powered up. Ready to go at your command, El Tee.

Hunter Matheson: $ ::flip switches::

Hakran K'hal: $2&3> :: arrive at the shuttle and settle in, except for Semek who is preferring to stand ::

Hakran K'hal: $ :: closes up the hatch :: Take us to base, Mr. Matheson.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::also on the shuttle. Still really disliking this planet::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene went from worried to a determined scowl. "I want to know what's in my DNA, first of all, and I want it gone, if that will put me back in one timeframe."

Hunter Matheson: $ RTB, Aye. :::liftoff, aimed toward Excal orbit:::

Hakran K'hal: $ Ensign Paypal, can you give Mr. Semek's buttock's a look.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shrugs::

Irene Mincine: (( it'll cost you 3% unless you do it as a gift ))

Maryse Dubois: We'll have to find a solution that will free you from your time displacement. But first we need to pinpoint your DNA change.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns:: I suppose he's lucky I took field medic training.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods... :: "Let me guess - you're going to need a hell of a lot of blood to figure that one out"

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::puts down her phaser and grabs a medkit from the shuttle's storage area::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well, I need to get back to figuring out what caused the chroniton radiation to be there. Have fun with all of that.

Hunter Matheson: $ +Excal+ shuttle Cassiopeia requesting docking bay 1.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads out::

Hakran K'hal: $ Planet base, Mr. Matheson.

Hunter Matheson: $ ::turns:: Planet base, sir? We have a planet base?

Hunter Matheson: $ ::confused::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::frowns:: Someone get a specimen kit.

Hunter Matheson: $ First landing area, sir?

Hakran K'hal: $ We didn't set up a water filtration system on a stable flat plain to hold barn dance, Mr. Matheson.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads back to his lab::

Hakran K'hal: $Thurman> :: hands one to Jaypal ::

Hunter Matheson: $ Aye, sir. :::totally missed that one::: +Excal+ Scratch that.

Irene Mincine: "Uh..." :: Irene watches Issaha's sudden departure. :: "That guy has the social skills of a targ." :: She looks back to Maryse. :: "We'd better get going on figuring this out. ::

Hunter Matheson: $ RTB, planetary ::turns around::

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> No hold still Semek. ::takes some samples from his butt::

Cptn Swain: (( We could have a barn dance. ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.::

Cptn Swain: (( A real, excalibur ho down ))

Hakran K'hal: $ Also signal them that we're incoming with wounded. They should have a minimal medical facility in place by now.

William Chocox: ((Oh boy.))

Hakran K'hal: $Semek> :: standing far stiller than the rocks that shot at him ::

Cptn Swain: (( *cues VOyager banjo music* ))

William Chocox: ((::repairs faster::))

Indaura Ryssan: @ I may want replicated for a bit

Hunter Matheson: $ ::tap...tap::: +Base+ Shuttle Cassiopeia incoming wounded arriving in 2 mike.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::hands the cup over:: There are some unusual bacteria here. I am not a scientist, but I'd guess they're from the geyser.

Irene Mincine: "It must have come from Risa. But I don't remember anything like that happening to me while I was down there."

Rhan K'hal: @ +Cass+ :: frowns :: Understood, Gunny. And remember, we're still regular fleet down here, save the Marine jargon for when you're with the unit. If it was anyone else down here you'd confuse the hell out of them.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::eyeballs the base::: All aboard, prepare for landing. +base+ Cassiopeia Incoming.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Already?

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> I am going to give you a broad spectrum anti-antibiotic. ::hypos him:: but I suspect docs will want to take a look.

Hakran K'hal: $Semek> Naturally.

Maryse Dubois: It could have been something implanted and affected you later.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> And this is something for the pain. The steam more or less cauterized it.

Maryse Dubois: Like a nanite.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> They can do a better job with a dermal than me anyway.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::spots that area, sets down slowly and easily, makes contact::: +base+ Cassiopeia wheels down.

Hakran K'hal: $ :: Jaypal :: What's your assessment on whether full combat gear would be sufficient protection from the... conditions.

Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning ))

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I don't think they had that kind of tech down there. It was all stolen Orion crap."

Rhan K'hal: @ +Cass+ Acknowledged.

Rhan K'hal: @ :: indaura :: Looks like we'll keep you busy.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::holds her steady, powers down, jumps to pop the hatch:::

Rhan K'hal: @ :: looks over at the ongoing medical shelter construction :: And they've leveled the floor, we can put the cots out.

Cptn Swain: $Jaypal> ::Stands back up:: If you're going to go back into that geyser area, I'd suggest EVA suits.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: nods :: Noted. Okay, anyone that got dinged up head for the medical area, everyone who didn't, probably go too and make sure we didn't get anything airborne from the spray.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Make sure we can take this up quickly if we need.

Hunter Matheson: $ ::standing by the hatch to assist:::

Rhan K'hal: @ We have a shuttle on standby for return-to-ship.

Hakran K'hal: @Semek> :: rather stiffly exits the shuttle ::

Hunter Matheson: @ :::standing by in case he's needed:::

 

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