USS Excalibur Sim Log - 04.21.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur remains stranded in time, but a new hope has arisen as the USS Lysander has entered the system and made contact.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson: @ ::planetside::

William Chocox: +Bridge+ What's the latest on the sensor blip?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's down in her medbay room, waiting patiently for the next dose of nanites that will get her out of there. :: "We're so close!"

Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: is given a busy signal ::

Cptn Swain: Inform the planet they can stand down.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: in the command shelter, waiting for the all clear or the get ready to shoot things ::

Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain.

William Chocox: Well then, I guess it's not important.

Rhan K'hal: +Base Camp+ Stand down, auth delta 8-9-4 tau.

Hakran K'hal: @ +Excal+ Acknowledged.

Cptn Swain: +Lysander+ Have you gotten our coded transmission.

Hakran K'hal: @ +Planetary Comm Network+ All crew stand down from shelter in place, resume normal operations.

Rhan K'hal: :: forwards said transmission to Swain ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks to the doc:: False alarm? ::shrugs::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks :: Seems so.

Rhan K'hal: +Will+ K'hal to Chocox, sorry about that. Ah, our blip is a friendly, that's about all I can say at the moment.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge, the usual frown on her face. She paused heading Swain's comm.:: So it's true, then? A Federation ship?

William Chocox: +Rhan+ Alright, understood.

Rhan K'hal: +Lysander+ :: sends a text ack of message receipt ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::stands, brushing dirt from his uniform:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ I don't know if we should stay put or travel to another planet.

Cptn Swain: Helm bring us back into orbit.

Hunter Matheson: @ Another planet. Sounds interesting.

Irene Mincine: "Doc, any news on what's going on topside?" :: Irene yelled in the direction of Maryse's office.

Hunter Matheson: @ What planet? Any ideas?

Indaura Ryssan: @ Oh I'm not in those sessions.

Maryse Dubois: ::Seeing Irene get frustrated. She walks over.:: Only that we are in contact with another ship.

Cptn Swain: Not just a Federation ship.

Hunter Matheson: @ Sessions? ::confused::: You okay, Doc?

Indaura Ryssan: @ I'm fine, the sessions that decides where the crew will go next. I don't think they decided a next place.

Rhan K'hal: :: Swain :: Permission to stand down from yellow alert?

Cptn Swain: Arden's great-uncles ship. That son of... ::frowns:: Yes

Cptn Swain: Stand down yellow alert.

Rhan K'hal: Aye.

Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ :: yellow alert lights go off ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Oh. Right. Hell, I'm glad I don't make those decisions. They say go, I go. ::shrug::

Irene Mincine: "Another ship? At least they haven't started shooting at us yet, so that's--" :: Irene spaces out for a moment. The bubble generator in the corner beeps. :: "--what was I talking about?"

William Chocox: ::looks up at the regular lights:: Welp, back to the structural supports.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: steps out of the base tent to look around ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ And I keep people healed up enough to do that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her frown deepened.:: And our previous discussion about not interfering with the past?

Maryse Dubois: Don't worry. The word is it's a Federation ship.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::still picking off the dirt, stops, looks at the doc::: Yeah. Thankless job? You patch, they leave?

William Chocox: ::goes back to the new material::

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: steps into Irene's room and straight to the time bubble controls ::

Cptn Swain: We don't have the computer power to calculate the trip home. ::He said honestly::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: shrugs :: I get to see people, often in great need.

Cptn Swain: Besides they'd detected us.

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: makes a minor adjustment, nods at Irene sending her Bajoran earring tinkling, before leaving without a peep ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::nods after a long think:: Tell you what - I sure do appreciate you doing that. You and Doc DuBois. Don't know what we'd do without you.

Irene Mincine: "What are you talking about, Prell? I thought you went home." :: Irene leaped out of her bed when the lieutenant arrived. :: "Hey! Get out of my hotel room!" :: She stepped aggressively toward him, then stopped just as abruptly when the adjustment was made. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Do we have any history on them? Know their history?

Cptn Swain: ::Waves a book::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs: I can't wait till this is fixed. I can't get used to seeing it.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Thanks. It's nice to hear now and then. :: Looks up at the sky ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks at Matheson :: So, what is our next move?

Cptn Swain: This is their Captain's logs.

Cptn Swain: Arden left it in my quarters before we left for this mission,.

Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: unphased, she still leaves without a peep, or even much interest in the shouting Irene ::

Rhan K'hal: :: works on the next round of programming from his spot on the bridge with his ears pointed over toward the command discussion ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::scans the area::: No idea. Stand by for orders? Defend the place that doesn't have anything hostile to defend against? Not sure about that, but so far it's pretty docile.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She blinked.:: Well... I suppose nothing better than inside information. Are they beaming over?

Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda::

Hunter Matheson: @ I was checking out the planet before all hell broke loose.

Hunter Matheson: @ First the storm, then the alert.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Their CO and XO will be coming over within the hour.

Irene Mincine: "Ugh..." :: Irene stumbled and leaned on a rolling tray, which promptly rolled out from under her. She fell flat on her butt and medical instruments flew across the room. :: "Shifted again, huh."

Hakran K'hal: @ :: walks over to the area with Hunter and Indaura :: Did the all clear not make it to your comm badges or do you just like hunkering down together over here? I'd suggest a bigger rock if you want to do anything intimate, the whole camp can see you.

Hunter Matheson: @ Sir?

Maryse Dubois: Yep. ::Helps her up.::

Hakran K'hal: @ Which part are you "sir?"ing?

Hunter Matheson: @ All of it, sir.

Hakran K'hal: @ Doctor, I'd suggest giving the marine an hearing checkup.

Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that..." :: She stands up with Maryse's help. She shakes it off and starts collecting instruments, putting them back on the tray. :: "The bubble device has a limited lifespan, I expect."

Hunter Matheson: @ Due respect, I don't exactly appreciate anyone talking that way.

Maryse Dubois: It'll last long enough. It won't be long before your last treatment.

Hunter Matheson: @ ...and especially to the lady.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: turns to Matheson :: I've never known Matheson to have feelings for me, but thanks for letting me know about his feelings. :: smirks ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene gathers the last of the medical devices. :: "Good. Good. I don't care if I start turning different colors if the last genetic treatment gets me out of here."

Hunter Matheson: @ ::blink::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: tilts an ear down :: I don't recall you asking, or receiving, permission to speak freely, Mr. Matheson. And nobody is a gendered anything while on duty, which you should be. I'd suggest you get on with your job description.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what will you be proposing to them? How much will you tell them?

Hakran K'hal: @ Doctor, you're needed at the medical tent. Mostly minors, but the stand down order took a few people who were perched precariously by surprised, they're on their way in.

Cptn Swain: Only what they need to know. That we need their assistance in getting back.

Cptn Swain: Unless you object.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: to K'hal :: You need to settle down. :: Turns to Matheson :: Duty calls.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::Doc:: Yes, ma'am.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Goes to the test to assess the injuries ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, I would agree... as little as possible. They can't know too much about the future, lest it alter their own.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::wondering what the hell that came from - the atmosphere? the lost-in-space thing?:::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: returns to the command tent ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::returns to his duties:::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: decides not to write any of that up, giving the benefit of the doubt considering the lost in time situation ::

Cptn Swain: Good.

Cptn Swain: Rhan, I need you to start compiling all the information we have on the star and on the time shift we went through.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Working on the minor wounds ::

Rhan K'hal: It mostly is compiled because I haven't dared let the damaged system try to do it.

Cptn Swain: Their systems are a bit older but I am sure you can manage.

Rhan K'hal: I'll have Ensign Obee finish the rest up. I need to return to sickbay and try to finish getting our biologist's DNA slap-chopped.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: While we're requesting their assistance, I'd like to see what sort of materials they have on board that might help us patch up the ship. I'm sure some of the components could be modified to work for us.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::enters the shuttle to complete his equip log:::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods::

Rhan K'hal: :: fills in Ken on a few details before heading off the bridge and taking a lift back down to deck 11 ::

William Chocox: ::works and works and whistles a tuneless whistle::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, then I'll be in engineering figuring out what we need and what they might have that might work.

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: takes back operations and resumes the general work with getting their data compiled ::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits back down on the biobed. :: "Hopefully Rhan gets back down here soon."

Rhan K'hal: :: walks into Irene's room :: You called?

Rhan K'hal: :: slips back into the "nanite station" and pulls up the programming :: I'm almost there, got interrupted by Cdr Cormoran's great-uncle.

Irene Mincine: "Great, I... wait, the commander's great-uncle?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Heading for the lift, Miranda took it back down to engineering.::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::medical supplies complete:::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: Why do I feel this is going to be a headache before it's all over?

Rhan K'hal: :: smirks :: You may want to bring a concussion kit with you when we get back to our timeline, I have a feeling the Captain is going to be whacking his hubby over the head with the Lysander's log book.

Rhan K'hal: Unless the Cdr is start and finds something to do while we're docking.

Rhan K'hal: Anyway, here we go. Have more nanites for me, Doc?

William Chocox: ::looks up as the lift opens:: Ah, hello Commander.

Irene Mincine: "Yeah! More nanites!" :: She was as excited as a little girl at this finally to be over. ::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: writes a personal log entry while hoping someone will explain what was going on in the vacuum ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ +Matheson+ We should talk later. Ryssan out.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::looks up::: +Doc+ Yes, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox. ::Nods.:: We've got about an hour to come up with an interesting list.

William Chocox: How interesting?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::still pretty livid, wondering if he knows it falls under defamation of character re the doc:::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::continues his inventory::

Rhan K'hal: :: Irene :: Even being on the non-medical end of this round I should warn you this may be the most... intense round so far, Irene.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, getting Rhan the last batch.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes from excited to nervous in a snap. :: "Intense? What can I expect?"

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sat down with a sigh.:: We need to research the tech they had in this era and see if we can integrate any of it into our tech and make it work for us.

Maryse Dubois: We can't really say for sure.

William Chocox: ::blinks:: Come again?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Treats the wounded ::

Maryse Dubois: Just...be ready for anything.

Rhan K'hal: :: transfers the programs to the nanites, then hands them over to Maryse ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The blip on our sensors was... is... a Federation ship. We're going to be meeting with their command in a bit to ask for their help in getting back to our own timeline.

Maryse Dubois: ::Loads up the hypo.:: Are you ready?

William Chocox: Fun

William Chocox: I guess I'll break out the history books.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods... :: "I'm ready as I'll ever be..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: They might have components and materials in storage that could work for us.

Maryse Dubois: ::Gives her the hypo.::

William Chocox: That would be much appreciated. Especially for the hull...

Hunter Matheson: @ ::moves on to emergency gear:::

Rhan K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: appears as if by magic over at the magic bubble controls since Issaha is occupied playing with his balls ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, especially the hull. ::She accessed the latest repair logs to refresh their list of needed supplies.::

Rhan K'hal: :: is considerably more serious than usual as he monitors the nanite controllers progress as the nanites course through Irene's system ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts breathing heavily... her vitals are soon all over the place. :: "The hell is... ugh..." :: She doubles over on the biobed, sweat pouring. ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lysander signals they're ready to transport two over to Excalibur's ready room.

Hunter Matheson: @ :::insufficient equipment per regs, but there's nothing they can do about it in this era:::

Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Lysander is signaling, Captain. They're ready to transport over into your ready room.

Maryse Dubois: ::Would help Irene up, but can't at the moment. She monitors vitals.:: It's alright. It will pass.

Rhan K'hal: That will be the work on the sympathetic nervous system.

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to Kenet :: Izal, how's the bubble?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::finished the inventory, secures the hatch and wanders toward medical:::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::entering the medical tent:::

Rhan K'hal: LtJG Kenet> Stable, but we're pushing the limits of the system to keep up with the changes. There may be lags.

Cptn Swain: ::Heads to the RR:: Very well

Hunter Matheson: @ ::approaches the doc, waiting for her attention:::

Irene Mincine: "I told you to get out of my room!" :: She soon passed into mania, jumping up out of the biobed. :: "You drugged me and I'm going to rip your head off!" :: She leaped at Maryse, trying to knock her over and away from the console she's monitoring.

Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING ))

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Maryse, this might start getting hairy, they're about to star...

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: turns :: Ah hello Matheson.

Rhan K'hal: Speak of the devil.

Hunter Matheson: @ Ma'am. ::nods:: Anything I can do to help in here, ma'am? I'm certified Tactical Combat Casualty Care (TCCC)

William Chocox: I've gotten the material to the point where we can use it by the way.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Gets out her scanner :: So... under any stressful situations lately?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Matheson ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Nothing I can't handle, ma'am.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Excellent. ::She transferred her list to a data padd and began cross referencing.::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Oh, thought you could use a drink, cause I sure know I could. But there's nothing down here.

Cptn Swain: ANS

Hunter Matheson: @ I hear ya, ma'am. And it does sound good. But alcohol and patients don't exactly mix.

Hunter Matheson: @ I'm here to help if you need any.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Was thinking something at the downtime.

Hunter Matheson: @ Oh. Sure enough.

Rhan K'hal: :: doesn't have the luxury of leaving his own console, and neither can Kenet, has to hope Maryse can take care of herself ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Well, how are the medical supplies coming along?

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps to the side, then uncharacteristically, gives Irene a stern slap on the cheek.:: Snap out of it.

Rhan K'hal: :: that'll do ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Med supplies on the shuttle are inventoried. I can inventory what you have if you want.

 

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