USS Excalibur Sim Log - 04.14.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Still lost in space, Excalibur has continued to make repairs and settle a bit in orbit of Sarras.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal: :: wanders into Irene's room :: Round 2 is programmed! I'm almost 100% positive there shall be no newting.

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, reading the diary his husband had left.::

William Chocox: ::keeps working on ways to use the new material::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: back on planet, being leadery ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::checking the status of the Cassiopeia after the storm, muttering about stupid storms messing with things::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene almost jumped out of her bed, which she was laying in, when Rhan arrived. :: "Can't you knock first? I was taking a nap." :: She sat up in the biobed. ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: walking around ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> One of the fighters detects a blip on the sensors and alerts Excalibur.

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps in behind Rhan.:: I also made improvements to my cocktail too.

Rhan K'hal: Nope. :: sits down at the console ::

Hunter Matheson: ::finished up, he wipes his hands on his uniform then kicks himself for messing it up cause it might be the last one for a few decades:::

Hunter Matheson: ^@ again...duh

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Captain, we've got some sort of "blip" being reported by one of the fighters.

Cptn Swain: :Puts his book down:: Define blip?

Rhan K'hal: :: hands Maryse the programmed nanites ::

Irene Mincine: "I'm excited for this one to go better than the first one." :: She said as sternly as the victim of medical science could. :: "Well, ready when you are, folks."

Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the nanites from Rhan, and preps the 2 hypos once more.:: Sorry Irene. This is sensitive work, we have a small window to work with.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward the tents:::

Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Flying CAP. :: "Orders, Excal?"

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> That's what I'm wondering, sir. Let me prod the TIC for more information.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, administering the 1st hypo, then the nanites.::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: contacts TIC for more info ::

Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to flight operations::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That is such a weird feeling..."

Cptn Swain: ACTION> TIC confirms that it’s a possible boogey, but the asteroid belt is obscuring sensors.

William Chocox: We really need a bit more strength for this to work on the hull.

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: cranes neck up to Swain :: Sir.

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Possible bogey, Captain. Asteroid belt is obscuring things though.

Cptn Swain: Yellow alert. Reel everyone in.

Cptn Swain: Do we have any work crews outside?

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: pushes the YELLOW ALERT button :: A few, I'll recall them.

Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at the lights.:: This is not the time.

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: forwards commands to d'A in the TIC ::

William Chocox: ::looks up:: Oh boy. +Bridge+ How bad should I be expecting this?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gathering more samples ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene perked up at the alert noises. :: "How can you have a yellow alert a hundred years in the past?"

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Will+ Being cautious about a "blip," sir.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Think you Ensign.

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: calls all the outsiders to be insiders ::

Cptn Swain: Alert the surface to ground operations and shelter in place. We don't have time to evacuate them.

Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: Zooms back toward Excalibur with the rest of the fighters! ::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Planet Base+ Excalibur to base camp, yellow alert. Shelter in place.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::sloshing through the mud, comes across Ryssan:: Hey, Doc. Need some help?

Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to tactical panel::

Hakran K'hal: @+Excal+ Acknowledged.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors show what appears to be some sort of vessel entering the asteroid belt.

Maryse Dubois: ::Lets her team deal with sickbay. She scans Irene.::

Hakran K'hal: @ +Planetary Personnel+ Yellow alert in progress shipside. Orders are to shelter in place.

Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... time to go, Doc.

Rhan K'hal: :: monitoring the nanite controllers ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: nods :: To the shelter ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::helping her with her collection::: With you.

Rhan K'hal: So far so good. I've got the bioscans monitoring your phasing to automatically adjust the time bubble, so hopefully you won't thin out. Too much.

Cptn Swain: I guess it was too much to ask for someone not to find us.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Vitals are stable. How do you feel, Irene?

Cptn Swain: Is everyone aboard?

Cptn Swain: ::He mentally corrected himself, not liking leaving part of his crew on the planet but there wasn't much they could do about that.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked up at the ceiling. :: "I can't believe I made it through the academy. Graduation day. Isn't it great? I thought I'd be kicked out about fifty times by now..." :: She was going on and on and on. ::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Space never seems to be big enough when you need it to be, sir. :: checks :: Last crews waiting for an airlock cycle, Captain. 45 seconds.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::entering the shelter:: Don't suppose we have a cloak on this thing...

Maryse Dubois: ::Looking to Rhan.::

Cptn Swain: As soon as they're clear, helm put us inside the gas giant's rings as close as you can get us to the atmosphere on between Sarras and the planet.

Cptn Swain: That should obscure us.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: enters the base building :: +Planetary Personnel+ Initiate radio silence except for tight-beam transmissions.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::flicks off his comm badge::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Clear. :: nods to helm ::

Rhan K'hal: :: holds a furry finger up ::

Rhan K'hal: Aaaaaaaand there we go, nanite controllers indicate this round is complete.

Indaura Ryssan: @ They are not designed with a low profile

Irene Mincine: "They told me I'm gonna get posted to the worst dump in the fleet with all the other misfits. I think they were just being mean though. But the admiral said I..." :: Irene blinked and seemed to snap out of it. :: "The hell was that?"

Cptn Swain: Riordan> ::nods and begins moving the Excalibur into position::

Rhan K'hal: That round was poking around the ol' neurons a bit more.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "If I forget how to do my job, I'm kicking your ass."

Maryse Dubois: Seems like a side effect.

Cptn Swain: (( I mean, maybe you'll get some new useful skill ))

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the bubble data :: Looks like there was a bit of lag in adjusting the time bubble. Lucky it was doing it automatically, if I had to try to do it manually you'd probably have been going "googoo gaagaa" and sucking your thumb.

Cptn Swain: (( Think of it as re-rolling your stats sheet! ))

Cptn Swain: How long before the bogey is through the asteroid field?

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Based on the data we got from the fighter, best guess is another 5-8 minutes. It slowed way down before entering.

William Chocox: ::keeps an eye on the systems readout::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks up :: I wonder how long we wait ::

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Though if it's an ore scraper or miner craft, it could be a lot longer.

Cptn Swain: We should be so lucky.

Irene Mincine: "You could have warned me about that _before_ you started!" :: Irene didn't look very happy. Then she glanced at a padd. "How am I going to figure out what this DNA does if I'm a carrot?"

Hunter Matheson: @ :::sitting, waiting for the all clear:::

Rhan K'hal: I can't warn you about something that, as far as I know, has never happened before, and this is certainly a treatment that's never been done like this before. :: grins :: Besides, you're the time jumper, warn yourself.

Irene Mincine: "Okay, you're right, you're right. And if I *could* control my time jumping, I'd jump back to wherever this started and kick *their* ass instead."

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> :: staring at the tactical overlay on the flops screen, waiting ::

Rhan K'hal: Again, I'd hold your coat.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The bogey clears the outer reaches of the inner asteroid belt. And it is.... *suspenseful cut*

Maryse Dubois: ::Scanning Irene again.:: Well the good news is the treatments are definitely working.

Hunter Matheson: @ ((anyone else planetside besides myself and the doc?))

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked much happier knowing it was working, at least. :: "Good. Great. I can't wait to get out of here and go work out some of this aggression on holograms instead of a console."

Rhan K'hal: :: turns back to his monitor :: Next program should be easier, we've got a lot less material. Though it'll take longer for the next treatment to go through, since the nanites will have to get out their tiny little spyglasses to look for bad guys on the horizon.

Cptn Swain: (( let's make this fun. if you have .a guess dm me. anyone who gets it right gets a "get our peril card" ))

Irene Mincine: "Say. You think my Romulan nightmares and that yellow alert are... connected?" :: Irene hrmed. :: "As long as they don't get too many good guys. And what happened to sedation?"

Hunter Matheson: @ ((test))

Maryse Dubois: ((Hakran and a bunch of NPCs are there too.))

Rhan K'hal: I imagine if it was Romulan it would be a tad redder. :: looks at Maryse :: And yeah, what happened to sedation? Not that I mind the entertainment.

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: You didn't ask.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: in the base command shelter ::

Cptn Swain: (( anyone else with a guess, get it in now ))

Maryse Dubois: And that was to help you sleep, not get through the treatments.

Maryse Dubois: That's what my cocktail was for.

Irene Mincine: "Well, I do feel very warm and fuzzy..."

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A Miranda-class vessel emerges from the asteroid belt and begins scanning the system.

Rhan K'hal: Okay, while the bioscan goes through and does another full genetic workup I'm gonna go see what's what.

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> The vessel has emerged from the asteroid belt. It's... it's a Starfleet ship, Miranda class.

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> They're actively scanning, Captain.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Good idea. I'll sit here and keep bothering the good doctor."

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Can we get an ID on it?

Rhan K'hal: :: exits Irene's room and sickbay altogether, grabs a lift ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Hungry?

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> They seem to be flying pretty quiet themselves. This was... is not exactly Starfleet's stomping ground.

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ship turns and heads towards the gas giant/Saras

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: manning science :: I'll see if can get an eyeball on the hull.

Rhan K'hal: Lt Ramirez> Coming our way.

Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Stand by to power down everything but lifesupport.

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: fowards order to Engineering ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::doc:: You get the feeling that we're alone?

Hunter Matheson: @ Tell you what... if there's a problem planetside, I found a pretty good place we can hide.

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: squints at her screen :: Lycanthropy? No that can't be right.

William Chocox: ::waits for what happens next::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: tap tap tap to try to get it focused ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: smirks :: Not the romantic getaway I had planned.

Irene Mincine: "Very hungry, doctor." :: Irene looks at some discarded protein bar wrappers on the table near her bed. :: "I've been living on these for days."

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> I think it's the Lysander, sir. Not that it means much to me.

Cptn Swain: Lysander?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::snort:: Specially not here.

Maryse Dubois: I could always get you another sandwich.

Cptn Swain: Are you sure about that? ::Moving towards his chair::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: the Bajoran itched her ridged nose :: Best I can make out, the sun is in the wrong spot to get it lit properly.

Rhan K'hal: :: enters bridge :: 'sup?

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: explains to his boss what's going on ::

Irene Mincine: "Think I can keep this one down?" :: Irene picked up the padd with the DNA info on it. :: "Wait... isn't this..." :: She furiously begins typing on the padd. ::

Maryse Dubois: Hmm? ::Watching Irene.::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: pulls up the still blurry image of the Miranda class ship on her monitor for Swain to see :: Looking at the writing on the hull here, the computer assist is what's giving me Lysander.

Cptn Swain: ::Flipping through the book:: You're sure, it’s the Lysander?

Cptn Swain: That son of a...

Irene Mincine: "I know what this is." :: She looked up at Maryse. :: "I mean, I'm not sure how, but I do. It's an encrypted trinary code."

Cptn Swain: Comm> +all+ Unidentified vessel, this is Captain Jesselyin Cormoran of the USS Lyasander, we're here to offer assistance.

Rhan K'hal: :: settles in at Ops, double-checks the work :: I'd concur with Izal.

Maryse Dubois: An encrypted code?

Rhan K'hal: And with Captain Cormoran.

Cptn Swain: I am going to kill him.

Cptn Swain: I am about to commit a direct violation of the temporal prime directive. Does any one have objections?

Rhan K'hal: Great grandma-in-law, sir?

Cptn Swain: Great Uncle in law.

Irene Mincine: "Yes! The problem is..." :: Irene tossed the padd down onto the table. :: "It would take a computer the size of a planet a thousand years to decode it without the encryption key."

Rhan K'hal: Close enough. No objections on my end, sir.

Indaura Ryssan: @ How in the, what do humans say, devil do we get back to our own time, not to mention disrupt the timeline

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: looks uncomfortable, but says nothing ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Guess we just wait and see.

Cptn Swain: if anyone does, please note it in your logs.

Cptn Swain: Rhan, open a channel.

Rhan K'hal: :: taptap :: Channel open, sir.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Waiting will not get us back to our own time.

Indaura Ryssan: @ High energy particles will likely do that.

Cptn Swain: +Comm+ Captain Cormoran, this is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur... I'd like to suggest we have a private conversation.

Hunter Matheson: @ No ma'am. But with the ship in the present condition, it's not going to happen very soon.

Cptn Swain: << TWO MINUTE WARNING >>

Hunter Matheson: @ Maybe a few years, maybe decades, maybe never.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: monitoring comms closely :: Cormoran? :: shakes head :: Coincidence is hooey.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Great... I should visit my great grandmother, think that would be an issue?

Hunter Matheson: @ Prolly not.

Cptn Swain: ...AND...

Hunter Matheson: @ I doubt I'd even come close to seeing any of my family. They're all in the US

Indaura Ryssan: @ US, you mean Earth?

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM