USS Excalibur Sim Log - 03.31.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur continues make repairs in orbit of Sarras. Most of the crew has been given freedom to explore the planet. Science teams continue their survey efforts while a few other teams continue working on efforts to return us to our correct time.

 

 

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

 

 

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is working at her genetics research setup in her sickbay room, still puzzled over the purpose of the foreign DNA inside her. :: "Hmm..."

Rhan K'hal: ::having unceremoniously borrowed Maryse's office to start programming the nanites, is still in there - at least the occasional shouted obscenity would seem to indicate so::

Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters listening to Vivaldi while working on the calculations for a sling-shot, not finding them very encouraging.::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: planetside, is at the science hut going over the latest findings from the various science teams ::

Irene Mincine: "You all right in there?" :: Irene looks up from her console and shouts out the opened door. ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Examining the nearby plant life ::

Cptn Swain: @Ryu> ::Planetside making sure none of his marines got themselves into too much trouble. They were, at the moment, largely camped out near lake playing in the cool waters.::

Rhan K'hal: [redacted] little [redacted] can go [redacted] and then [redacted] with a [redacted]!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda wiped her hands as she looked at the latest repair status in engineering.:: Well... things are progressing. Still have a ways to go, but good work on that nacelle, Chocox. Replication is going to take several days, but we shored up what we could.

Hunter Matheson: # ::hiking outside the wire with Tork, full rucks, knives and homemade spears, hoping to find something to eat besides grass:::

William Chocox: Thank you ma'am. ::wipes his forehead:: And hopefully those planetside can find us food.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( ::reading the unredacted transcript with raised eyebrows.:: ))

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: to herself :: This is either a good medicine for irritation, or minty tea.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs at Rhan's misfortune. :: "Not going well? I'm not making much progress in deciphering the function of it, either."

Hakran K'hal: @ Biology's determined that the eels are edible, good. We'll have to set up a sushi station, we already know the seaweed is like any other seaweed.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not just that.... they've reported finding some materials that might work for repairing the ship. I thought we could go have a look and start running some tests.

Cptn Swain: ::He frowned and picked back up the book Arden had left him::

William Chocox: That sounds like a plan.

Rhan K'hal: :: storms out of Maryse's office into Irene's room, stops and stands with his paws on his hips :: Every simulation I've ran either kills you or turns you into some sort of newt.

Hunter Matheson: # ::tries to get Tork to shut up while they hike::

Cptn Swain: @Ryu> ::He leaned back, letting the sun wash over his torso. For as somewhat daunting of a situation as they were in, at least they'd found a nice spot to sit down in.::

Hunter Matheson: # ::gets a whiff of something and clamps a hand over Tork's mouth to listen:::

Irene Mincine: :: She sighs, looking disappointed. :: "I can't imagine that my hybrid biology makes things any easier for you."

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::taking a break from the labs, he'd shuttled down to the planet and was headed for the science hut::

Cptn Swain: (( No One Out Sciences the Hut ))

Hunter Matheson: # ::releases Tork's mouth and signals quiet:::

Maryse Dubois: ((hiya))

Rhan K'hal: No. It's not like you mix cream and coffee and come out with a nice solution, it's more like adding chunks of potatoes to a stew, it just gets chunkier. The nanites always want to go for the wrong bits.

Hunter Matheson: ((grief, Cap. That was just... weird.))

Cptn Swain: (( Mira ))

William Chocox: So, to the science labs?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If they've brought up the samples. Let's find out. +Hakran+ Hawthorne to K'hal.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks out the flap and sees the "Vulcan" approaching ::

Hakran K'hal: @ +Hawthorne+ K'hal here.

Hunter Matheson: # ::rounds a berm to check the area:::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::enters the lab. after his conversation with the other Romulan, he wondered if he could just give up the ruse::

Irene Mincine: "Right. I've never worked with nannies but... yeah." :: Irene tosses Rhan a padd with her findings on her foreign DNA. :: "And as far as I can tell, the DNA doesn't *do* anything. It's just creating inert proteins."

Hunter Matheson: # :::creep...creep.... creep... creep:::

Hakran K'hal: @ Finally decided to get some fresh air, Issaha?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: taking some samples ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hakran+ Do we have mineral samples on board? Engineering is ready to start running tests for possible hull components.

Rhan K'hal: ::catches, reviews:: Yeesh.

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::lifts a brow. He'd mostly not been paying attention to any of the other work going on aboard the ship or planetside, so this was somewhat news to him.::

Irene Mincine: "At least, inert in my biology. I don't know about anyone else's, because the computer archives are damaged. Not that it matters too much."

Hakran K'hal: @+Miranda+ Yes, we have some growing in bio lab 2, they've worked up a relatively decent method of laying down a base mineral layer and then a layer of the Hortalites, which they've taken to calling them.

Maryse Dubois: ::Walks into sickbay, with a tray. She stops by her office so Rhan and Irene can see.:: I managed to get a hold of some sandwiches. I hope PB & J works?

Hunter Matheson: # :::::stops breathing to stop the smell coming from what looks like a squirrel/skunk combo:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hakran+ Thank you. We'll have a look. ::She gestured for Chocox to join her as she headed for the lift.::

Rhan K'hal: :: Irene :: Let's hope so. :: Maryse :: I'd eat Ensign Obee at this point, but then I'd have to start taking bridge shifts again.

Hunter Matheson: # ::motions to go the other way:::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: Issaha :: That's a good sign if they're ready to poke about the experimentals. So, how goes it?

Hunter Matheson: # ::moving on:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sets a sandwich on the desk, away from the work.:: Well it's better than protein bars. ::Goes back and gives one to Irene.::

William Chocox: ::follows her into the lift:: Seems like it's a big science project.

Irene Mincine: "The only thing I can think of is that it's a common method of sending covert messages in both the Klingon and Romulan empires." :: She takes the offered sandwich. :: "Thank you, Doc. Way better than protein bars."

Hunter Matheson: # ::spots tracks... something big... not going there:::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> Only marginal. I still haven't been able to develop a plausible explanation for what caused the initial temporal disturbance, though I am leaning towards something of a paradox on that front. Perhaps created by our deflector trick to spread out the chronitons.

Rhan K'hal: :: is in with Irene atm, so saves Maryse a little walk and chows the sandwich down ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Scanning the area ::

Hakran K'hal: @ ::huffs out a sigh:: Damned Heisenberg.

Hunter Matheson: # ::following a shallow stream:::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::sighs:: Though I am not sure how much that helps us in the long run. Also our Romulan friend has uh, well, he noticed my accent. So with your permission, I'd like my brow ridges back.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If it happens to work. ::Sends the lift zooming to science.:: If it doesn't, it's just a failed experiment and we'll be grasping for something new. One of the reasons I never cared for Science. Swain would be elbows deep in it, if he could. I'd much happier with tangible things that I can fix immediately.

Hakran K'hal: @ ::smirks:: Get caught talking to yourself again? It's fine with me, but it'd be the Captain's final call.

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::smirks:: I tried to convince him that I learned it at the science academy but uh, my native accent isn't very widespread.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nibbles on her own sandwich.:: Sadly, no milk. You'll just have to make due with water.

William Chocox: True, but both departments need each other. We need them for new things to work with, and they need us to make sure that everything can actually work.

Rhan K'hal: :: to both :: The nanite programming isn't going well. I think I'm going to have to go in small batches to do small trimming sessions, otherwise they start clipping the parts that need to stay there as well as the interlopers.

Hunter Matheson: # :::hears bleating and stops to listen:::

Irene Mincine: "I think he said something about turning me into a salamander." :: With a mouth full of sandwich. ::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> I'll run it past the Captain when I am shipboard again then.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: shrugs :: We had to at least try, especially when we were where we should be, temporally.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I see. It would probably be safer that way.

Cptn Swain: (( *jostles dice* that can be arranged, Irene ))

Rhan K'hal: Newt.

Maryse Dubois: ((haha))

Irene Mincine: (( nooooo ))

Hakran K'hal: @ In any case, the teams are pretty much devouring the land area, we can at least make a decent home here until we can try shoving off.

Indaura Ryssan: @ I could live here if we were not so out of time.

Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "Uh, definitely do that way. The safer way. There's no undo button on gene therapy."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I guess that's the fun of it. ::She stepped out as the lift came to a halt and headed into the science lab, searching for their experimental minerals.::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::frowns:: Has anyone talked to the Captain about that.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: picks up an eel wrapped in sushi with some local grain :: Sushi?

William Chocox: ::walks with her:: Always is.

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::frowns:: No thank you. I had a ration bar before I came down.

Hakran K'hal: BioLab2> :: every available surface is covered in glistening mineral and the dull ombre matte of the hortalites ::

Hunter Matheson: # :::the spring cascades over a hill, the bleating gets louder, Kal crawls to the edge of the hill, prevailing wind is in his direction and he decides to take a shot:::

Hakran K'hal: BioLab2> :: except for the biologists ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: offers to Indaura ::

Hakran K'hal: @ I haven't, but I've been a tad bit busy.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hortalite? That name is going to stick, isn't it? ::She grunted as she started her exploration with her tricorder.::

Hunter Matheson: # ::phaser stuns one on the edge of the herd, the others scatter, and Kal moves in to dispatch a fairly small sheep/goat/whatever:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks back at her genetics console. :: "As far as we can tell, I picked up the nanites on Risa. They must have shot me up with them when I was in that cell, but I have no idea why. That's... about all I know."

William Chocox: The first one usually sticks. ::starts scanning as well::

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Okay, I'll go see if I can get the nanites to disassemble the correct DNA sequences. :: stops, grins at Irene :: I may be able to avoid newting you, but you should think about a backup species. :: slips out ::

Hunter Matheson: # ::after a while, the thing is gutted, knife is washed, and they hike back to base:::

Maryse Dubois: You know, actually...Let me check some of my father's research files. There might be something in there we might be able to use to simplify things.

Hunter Matheson: # ::entering the compound they move to the chow tent:::

Hakran K'hal: @ I don't like our chances of a slingshot maneuver, to be honest. Since you're taking the time to think about time, you might want to consider some other options.

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::Nods:: Perhaps I'll bring it up with him when I ask him about getting my brow ridges back.

Irene Mincine: "Hey, whatever will increase my chances of *not* being a newt." :: Irene watches Rhan leave.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::then decides to hunt up a doc or science officer to check it out:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured to one of the biologists and then to the growing samples.:: We're going to need to begin stress testing your largest samples. Heat, cold, tensile strength, you name it.

Hakran K'hal: @ Oh, and no more bouncing balls on intraship calls. :: slips an ear sideways :: Irene's already grumpy as it is.

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::sheepishly:: It was an experiment!

Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> Boss said to have some ready. :: heads over to a large crate, taps it :: Various thicknesses and application techniques. Padds inside with all the info.

William Chocox: It'll be a great science experiment.

Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> We're still working on a few more, we'll send it down to your lab as soon as we have something new.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: smirks ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: inhales ::

William Chocox: Thank you.

Rhan K'hal: :: settles back in Maryse's office ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters the science tent with his gutted animal::: Hey.. .anyone here?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes back to the tent of medical ::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::looks over as Hunter enters with a dead animal::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: turns to the flap, the Marine, and the dead animal :: Mr. Matheson?

Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks:: Good things the majority of my family are geneticists. ::Goes to a secluded are, sitting at a computer terminal. She begins her search.::

Cptn Swain: @Issaha> ::smirks at Khal:: I am going to catch the next shuttle back.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Excellent. ::Takes the data padd while Chocox gets the crate.:: Send one of your biologists down, as well. I want them to be able to view the tests we run in real time.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::Holds it up:: Anyone available to tell me if this is edible?

Hakran K'hal: @ I should call Dr. Dubois and have her give you crooked ridges.

William Chocox: ::hefts the crate:: Whoa, this is a decent sized sample.

Cptn Swain: ::Standing in the window of his quarters, looking out towards the looming gas giant. Contemplatively.::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: Hunter :: In the absence of a biologist, I'd suggest trying medical.

Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, sir. ::nods and exits to medical:::

Irene Mincine: "First one of those in my family." :: Irene goes back to her console. :: "What the hell is the puzzle here... there has to be *some* reason that they did it..."

Hunter Matheson: @ :::trounces over to the med tent and enters with his catch... looks around:::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: shakes head ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::the sheep/goat/whatever animal is the size of a medium sized dog:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced sidelong at Will.:: You need the cart? Or can your engineering muscles handle it?

Cptn Swain: ::to himself:: I suppose there are worse places we could be stranded.

Hakran K'hal: @ I guess the marines shoot first, scan later.

William Chocox: I've been hitting the hologym. I think I can handle it.

Hunter Matheson: @ Well, sir... it's hard to scan when it's about to run.

Hunter Matheson: @ Unless you got a long range scanner.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grinned to herself and headed out with the data padd in hand, walking back to the lift.::

Cptn Swain: Not exactly the order I thought I'd end up giving.

Rhan K'hal: NOT THAT ONE YOU [redacted]!

William Chocox: ::walks with her::

Rhan K'hal: :: in the back of his mind, makes a mental note to order Maryse a sound-proofed office if they get back to home time ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: sighs, goes back to his reports ::

Rhan K'hal: AHA! :: a moment or two of much quieter mumbling follow ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmms after hearing Rhan's latest outbursts. :: "Breakthrough?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Enters the lift with Chocox and fast forwards them to the engineering lab.:: So, I suppose, first off is... how strong is this material? I want to know if we can use it as a structural element.

Cptn Swain: ::He sighed again, still talking to himself:: We could head to Earth. This is 2282. They'd understand the temporal prime directive. The crew shouldn't have to spend the rest of their lives here, should they?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent::: Hello...?

Maryse Dubois: :;Just grins as Rhan shouts. She finds a couple of files, bookmarking them as she continues searching.::

Cptn Swain: But what kind of life would that be? They'd have to be separated. Their careers would be over.

Rhan K'hal: :: bursts out of Maryse's office and back into Irene's room :: Here's your first round. You do realize that all the computer time I'm needing for this means someone down in the cargo bay is using an abacus.

William Chocox: Also, whether or not it can sustain the heat.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::shrugs, goes back to the chow tent to let the cooks figure it out:::

Cptn Swain: Maybe it'd be better this way. At least here we'd all be together.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::leaves it with them:::

Irene Mincine: "If I turn into any kind of amphibian, I'm going to bite the hell out of your ankles..." :: Irene looked expectantly at Maryse. :: "Doc?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, the stresses of space, as well. I want you to work on getting some of this onto a probe so we can test it in the actual environment.

Rhan K'hal: Fair enough.

William Chocox: Got it.

Cptn Swain: I shouldn't give up. They're a brilliant crew. We'll figure something out.

Hakran K'hal: @Cook> :: pulls out a tricorder, scans it, looks over the results, and plots what kind of seasoning to put on it ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes to put one of her samples under the spectrometer ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Walks over to Irene's room.:: Oh have a batch ready?

Cptn Swain: ::He was apparently recording a log:: You know, I never took the Kobayashi Maru test. I never planned on being in command. I just wanted to stay in the lab. Why did I ever let them talk me into the center seat?

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Once I was able to focus them onto something more simple it was a lot easier. I ran 300 simulations, she only turned into a newt in one.

Rhan K'hal: :: ears perked up in humor ::

Cptn Swain: (( Left unsaid was what she turned into in the other 300 ))

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "And the other 299?"

Irene Mincine: (( aw, beaten)

Rhan K'hal: (( I leave that to the dice ))

Indaura Ryssan: @ Hmm, tasty

Rhan K'hal: I think #146 you turned into Issaha. Not sure how the hell that happened, but I suppose anything's possible.

Cptn Swain: The unwinnable scenario. ::He shook his head and sat back down at his desk:: I always thought that was a strange test, but I see now why they make cadets take it.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "Whatever. I'll take the risk."

Maryse Dubois: ::Scans the nanite tube.:: These should work. ::Looks to Irene.:: Are you ready for this?

Irene Mincine: :: Nods to Maryse. :: "Yeah."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We also need to see what it would do in structural scenarios. Ideas on that one?

Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )))

William Chocox: Build scale models?

Hakran K'hal: BioGuy> :: starts a new batch down in the biolab, this time playing Mozart for a new group of hortalites as they're embedded into their ore sheet ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::back at his tent, he sorts out his ruck:::

Cptn Swain: No, we're not dead yet.

Maryse Dubois: ::Takes an empty hypo and affixes the nanite tube to it. She then takes out a 2nd hypo full of a mixture of hers. Looking to Irene once more, she injects the mixture first and then the nanites.:: This will take some time.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes, that would be good for a start.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, sitting there stone-faced while Maryse injects her. :: "All right."

Cptn Swain: ...and...

William Chocox: Start with basic triangles and such. Put progressively heavier things on them.

Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Assuming she doesn't start slithering around the floor trying to bite my ankles, I'll need a fully updated genetic scan before I can program round two. This is turning out to be tricky, her DNA profile is like gumbo, you never know what bits you'll get with each spoonful.

 

 

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM