USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.12.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues to work with the crew of the Lysander to make repairs and calculations for an attempt to return home to our correct time period.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, nudging the computer ever so gently to try to improve performance ::

Hunter Matheson: :::MARDET under repair:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene steps out of the holodeck, wearing a gray short-sleeved exercise outfit. She leans up against the bulkhead, panting and sweating. :: "I love being out of sickbay..."

Hakran K'hal: :: to those working with him on the slingshot calculations:: 0.045% success rate. I hardly need say "not good enough" here people. We either start making progress or we're going to have to do something else.

Cptn Swain: ::Walks onto the bridge looking like he hadn't slept ::

Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> Where did you say this happened? ::as he works::

Hunter Matheson: Helm locker door jumped out at me.

Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::eyes him::: Right.

Hunter Matheson: Think I'll live?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::

Rhan K'hal: :: double-take as he glances at Swain :: Er... howdy, Captain.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene calls up Hakran on her com badge. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. I'm in one timeline again and feeling great. Anything I can help with? I'm not sure if I'm officially cleared for duty but I can't just sit here."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her seat on the bridge, Miranda looked over the lists of items that the Lysander was able to spare them, assigning them to various departments that were handling the repairs.::

Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::snort:: Tell you what, Gunny. Don't know why you used the tourniquet 'cause it wasn't needed. But better safe than sorry. Now get your butt up there and finish the job.

Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. ::hops down and wanders toward the lift:::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods::

Hunter Matheson: ::steps in::: Bridge.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up as Swain approaches and nods.::

Hunter Matheson: ::takes a deep breath before exiting onto the bridge:::

Cptn Swain: Status report?

Hunter Matheson: ::lets it out and stops, hearing status report:::

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ If you're not officially on duty I can't tell you officially what to do. I can officially tell you that you don't want to be anywhere near the physics labs. You might as well take the opportunity to look into your... situation.

Rhan K'hal: Repairs are continuing, Miranda hasn't put the whip down yet today. Otherwise we're getting our supplies tucked away.

Hunter Matheson: ::then picks up the data crystals and isolinear chips that need replacing, then goes to work:::

Rhan K'hal: There are some very grumpy scientists though.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Understood, unofficially." :: She headed off toward the genetics labs. :: +Hakran+ "I can give you a brief of what we've figured out so far, if you have the time. Unless Lt. K'h-- er, Rhan filled you in."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Lysander has given us much of what we need to repair the hull. They didn't have everything, but we can make do.

Hakran K'hal: :: heads into his office ::

Hunter Matheson: ::sits cross-legged under the helm console and replaces those that need it, tossed the fried ones, and secures the panel:::

Cptn Swain: Good.

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I've been up to my mane in tiny numbers and constants symbols for 3 days. I haven't even seen Rhan since the work with the Lysander started, though Maryse sent me a brief memo that I might have seen one out of every 10 letters of. All I know is your unusual situation is even more unusual.

Hunter Matheson: ::scoots back and slips onto the helm chair:::

Irene Mincine: :: There's a long pause on the other end. :: +Hakran+ "...that's probably the best summary. I'll leave you to your work, sir."

Hunter Matheson: ::checking the panel as it comes alive:::

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good luck.

Hunter Matheson: ::and lets out the breath he's been holding for a few days... or at least it feels like it:::

Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a hypo out of his desks, dials in a combo stim & analgesic to keep him going and kill his headache - then heads back to the physics lab to continue work ::

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward command::: Helm shows green. We won't know if it's fully operational until we try it.

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a deep breath:: I want a full report from science by the end of the day.

Cptn Swain: We need to make some choices.

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed and arrived in the genetics lab. She had made little progress, no leads, nothing so far other than that there's no way the genetic self-preservation program came from this timeline. She idly spun a small self-refrigerating vial of her blood. :: "You're full of mysteries..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we do. ::Grimly.::

Hunter Matheson: ::puts helm through complete diagnostics:::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to a few patients ::

Rhan K'hal: I'll drop Hak the message. Hopefully he'll be too busy to respond, but if I suddenly hide under my desk you'll know why. :: starts inputting the message, adds in a quieter aside :: I should turn the volume down though, just in case.

Cptn Swain: I'll be in my ready room going over the calculations again.

Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments and runs another series of diagnostics::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll likely be in engineering, trying to patch together the rest of the ship.

Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. I'll be here.

Hunter Matheson: ::and while it's running, he checks out the equipment locker that attacked him, cleaning it up and taking and inventory:::

Hakran K'hal: :: receives the message, growls :: By the end of the day, I hardly see the point in waiting that long. :: sigh ::

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well.

Hakran K'hal: All right, you lot keep at it and let me know if a miracle happens. I'm going to go start the report for the Captain. I'm going to need time to put it together if he wants something more than word vomit or raw data.

Hakran K'hal: :: heads back into his office ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Feels better that medical is in good condition, for the most part ::

Irene Mincine: "Computer..." :: Irene shoved the vial into an analysis device and rattled off some temporal scanning orders. The bridge might notice a spike in power consumption by the science wing. ::

Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: raises an eyebrow at "word vomit" and files that one away ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to read up on any time traveling medical concerns ::

Hunter Matheson: ::and he's back at helm, verifying diagnostics and checking the status of his previous settings, realizing that they won't work where they are now:::

Rhan K'hal: :: as the extra power consumption isn't over an alarm threshold, doesn't even notice as he continues tinkering with a pair of subroutines to get the various working shards of the computer cores to work more cohesively ::

Cptn Swain: ::heads to his ready room::

Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::emerges onto the bridge::

Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the console, thinking::

Rhan K'hal: :: looks up :: Hello Commander.

Irene Mincine: :: A damaged power relay blows under the stress, which scares the hell out of Irene and kills the scan in progress. Irene jumps out of her seat! :: "What the hell? That shouldn't have happened." :: She looks over the scan results that she *did* get. :: "Reacts with... fermionic radiation... temporal de-stabilization..."

Hunter Matheson: :::turns hearing K'hal and acknowledges with::: Sir.

Hunter Matheson: ((that was to Augustine))

Rhan K'hal: :: does get an alarm about that, as does Engineering :: Bio lab? They did let Irene out, didn't they. :: shrugs ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> This has been a fun little cruise.

Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Yes, sir, it has.

Rhan K'hal: Oh, a bucketful of joy.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Tapping rapidly on her data padd, she sent yet another set of instructions to her engineering teams with their new supplies in mind. She was still worried about their hull stress.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene furiously scribbles on a padd, putting 2 and 2 together. She calls up Hakran again. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. Don't hang up, you're gonna want to hear what I've figured out."

Hakran K'hal: :: stops as the words start blurring :: To hell with it, if he wants a... :: interrupted by Irene ::

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Go ahead.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> It could have been worse.

Rhan K'hal: I've served on this ship long enough to know that's true.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I've got access to my lab equipment again, which let me confirm some things and... find some unexpected effects. It seems that the inert protein that the DNA was producing is some kind of... temporal lubricant, I guess. I stuck it in this scanner and..." :: She went on and on with technobabble that added up to 'makes things slide through time like a knife through butter'. ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Assuming we survive of course.

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ :: looks at the word salad of his first draft of his report :: I'm on my way. I need to get off my ass anyway before my tail falls off.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Or get back to our time and not some other time. Or like some other universe. Like imagine a universe where Klingons wear pink velour and the Excalibur is a pirate ship. You think Swain has a eye patch and a peg leg in that universe?

Rhan K'hal: :: swivels to look at Augustin :: Are you feeling all right?

Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office and meanders his way to the biolab ::

Hunter Matheson: ::blink:::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::smirks:: It could happen.

Rhan K'hal: "Could" doesn't mean "should." There are some things even the multiverse should be ashamed of.

Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in the biolab to the lovely aroma of blown power relay ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and gave Augustin a dry look as she passed.:: Don't jinx us, please. ::Heading for the turbolift.::

Hunter Matheson: :::concentrating on cleaning up the area:::

Irene Mincine: "Sir, you've got to see this." :: She practically shoves a padd in Hakran's hands. :: "See when the sample was bombarded at that wavelength?" :: A panel was blown open in the wall and the desktop scanner, still with the refrigerated blood vial inside, had its top blown off. ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::grins taking his station::

Cptn Swain: AND

Hakran K'hal: By plank's constant woman, can you not work for 2 hours without blowing something up? :: takes PADD ::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM