USS Excalibur Sim Log - 04.28.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal: :: having returned to the bridge while Irene gets her genome mapped and is probably napping through it, frowns at his console and mutters to no one in particular :: Why does it feel like all I do is coordinate shopping lists?

William Chocox: ::is double checking Engineering's list::

Maryse Dubois: ::Had followed Rhan to the bridge, her staff keeping watch on Irene.:: oh but you're so good at it.

Rhan K'hal: My everlasting curse.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: heading over to the shuttle area, needing yet another ride back to the ship, also muttering to no one in particular :: Want to know what supplies I need? How about a working transporter?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent, taking inventory::

Hakran K'hal: @ :: snags one of the teeny tiny shuttles and its bored driver, sits in the #2 seat with his arms crossed over his chest while the pilot does the pre-flight ::

Maryse Dubois: Well at least you don't have to worry about me. Medical supplies are still fine. We just need foodstuffs.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Still on the planet (?), Indi continues her medical reclamation ::

William Chocox: So, does this list seem like it's enough?

Rhan K'hal: Which might be one of the harder things for them to part with unless they head back for a resupply themselves. Those Mirandas aren't exactly stuffed to the brim with tuna sandwiches.

Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms away from the base camp again as the shuttle zooms up to Excalibur's orbit ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::categorizing, setting up, checking emergency med sets, gloves, you name it::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives on the bridge::

Maryse Dubois: Probably...::Thinking about starfleet history.:: But don't they have food synthesizers? Would material from those work with our replicators?

Rhan K'hal: :: swivels an ear at the door swish, identifies the sound of the footprints :: Finally emerge from hibernation, Issaha?

Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: That's something I'll have to check. Assuming the data is available. :: pokes at his console ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking over Will's work, she nodded.:: For a start. I don't know if they'll have even half of these, but it can't hurt to ask.

Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope we have a way to quickly get this on the ship if we need.

William Chocox: We won't know if we don't ask.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha as she sits by Rhan.::

Hakran K'hal: :: arrives back on board the ship, makes his way to the nearest lift as the shuttle heads promptly back planetside ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward her::: Same here, Doc.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::::shows her his padd:: Looks like we have everything major except extra hypospray modules.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her station, taking the data padd with her.:: Keep on with the repairs. I'll let you know if anything comes of our requests. I'm off to the bridge.

Hunter Matheson: @ But given what there is on planet, we might not need too many. At least I hope not.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances over to Rhan:: I am told we have saviors?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::sends the inventory it to her padd:::

William Chocox: Have fun meeting people from the past.

William Chocox: ::goes back to the repairs::

Rhan K'hal: Looks like the material is compatible, but the individual supply cubes come wrapped in packs of 25. We'll have to have them processed through the replicators to separate them back into storage.

Rhan K'hal: :: Issaha :: I don't know if I'd qualify them as saviors, yet. We don't even know how much they can do for us.

Maryse Dubois: Well it's better than eating protein bars.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: I have some ideas.

Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the bridge turbolift ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the lift up to the bridge in search of the Captain.::

Hakran K'hal: :: comes up behind Issaha Going to let your boss in on those?

Maryse Dubois: :;Sees others arrive on the bridge.:: Looks like we're having a party.

Rhan K'hal: An actually staffed bridge! :: melodramatically feigns fainting ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: sighs and sits ::

Hunter Matheson: @ You okay, ma'am?

Hunter Matheson: @ ::visual check doesn't look that good:::

Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: So what's this about getting supply lists in? You realize I've got people crawling around the planet getting those supplies.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::hands him a PADD:: These were the calculations the Captain has been working on. There are, well, a lot of variables.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: looks :: I'm just tired, hoping we are working on a way to get back...

Maryse Dubois: ::Points at the brightly colored ship on the viewscreen.:: A new shopping center arrived.

Hakran K'hal: :: takes, looks it over, blinks a few times :: Master of understatement. :: hands it back to Issaha ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced about the bridge as she stepped out, heading for Swain's ready room.::

Hakran K'hal: :: glances at the viewscreen :: Ugh, I hate Mirandas.

Hunter Matheson: @ Same here, Doc. How about a drink? Packets available on the rack.

Hakran K'hal: :: sees THE Miranda walk out of the lift just in time to hear that :: The starships, I should specify.

Maryse Dubois: I prefer them in that form, as opposed to the flying deathtrap we were recently in.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving Hakran an amused stare.:: I would hope so.

Hunter Matheson: @ Your choice.

Indaura Ryssan: @ How about a coffee?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tries to hide a smirk::

Rhan K'hal: Ah, the sweet memories. :: glances over at Miranda :: Commander. Cap is still closeted away with the Lysander's command team.

Hunter Matheson: @ Well, ma'am. Since it's the med tent, all we have is decaf if that'll work. Unless you have a stash somewhere.

Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: So what's your idea to turn that into something useful? Other than having everyone on the ship do math homework for 6 months.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I am so aware. ::Ringing the chimes to Swain's ready room.::

Cptn Swain: Come.

Indaura Ryssan: $ :: Reaching in her gown :: I keep something on my person all times.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> They have a much more powerful computer.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Hand a packet to Matheson ::

Hunter Matheson: @ ::crooked grin, takes the packet:: Heat it up?

Rhan K'hal: :: scowls :: Only because ours got turned into Swiss cheese. :: defends his baby ::

Hakran K'hal: For the moment, yes. I imagine the Captain has already considered that the main priority when it comes to any help the Lysander can provide.

Indaura Ryssan: @ And some water

Hunter Matheson: @ Or does it heat as soon as you open it? We had some of those aboard the Nimitz.

Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Water coming up.

Hunter Matheson: @ :::opening the locker to snag a fresh bottle, then hands it to her:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the ready room with Swain and his guests, giving them a nod.:: Captain.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::standing next to her, keeping one eye on the few remaining patients, he opens his coffee packet:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope coffee is considered in supply runs.

Cptn Swain: Welcome Miranda. This is Captain Cormoran and his XO, Commander Jaypal.

Hunter Matheson: @ ::and it heats to proper temp:: Um... maybe not in this era? Guess we'll find out.

William Chocox: ::taps out some more commands and orders before going back to working on the engines::

Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Augustin really needs to double-check what his team is sending into the supply requests. Or he has a sweet tooth himself. Apparently "chocolate covered cranberries" is a high priority.

Indaura Ryssan: @ Coffee has been around for millennia.

Rhan K'hal: :: flicks that line out ::

Maryse Dubois: Those sound really good about now.

Hunter Matheson: @ Since.... Ethiopia of earth, right?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Captain, Commander. Welcome aboard the Excalibur.

Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> ::Nods:: Commander.

Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I'll buy you a bag the next time we're near the proper era of civilization.

Cptn Swain: Svati> ::smiles::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Has the Captain sufficiently explained our situation?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Nods, preparing her coffee ::

Hakran K'hal: :: gets a comm from Semek, who is down planetside - walks over next to the powered down replicator to take it ::

Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> I believe so. A rather... interesting journey it sounds like.

Hakran K'hal: :: walks back over to Rhan and Maryse :: Good news, our first shuttle shipment of the carbon-rich lettuce is due to take off in 15. That will reclamate nicely into the replicator system.

Maryse Dubois: Good news indeed.

Rhan K'hal: :: stretches :: I hope so, because I'm not planning on going vegetarian any time soon.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Aye. And we are in need of certain supplies that we're unable to fabricate ourselves. ::She moved to Swain's desk to give him the report from engineering.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Ah

Cptn Swain: Svati> ::nods:: We should be able to help with that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We were hoping as much.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM