USS Excalibur Sim Log - 05.19.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: A senior staff (y'all) meeting has been called to discuss the situation and options.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson: ::in the meeting I guess::

Irene Mincine: :: Seated at the conference table. Not shifting, not screaming, nothing. Just sitting. ::

Indaura Ryssan: none

Rhan K'hal: :: leaning against the wall near his usual spot, since his chair did not survive the boom ::

Hakran K'hal: :: enters the room like the image of your usual bumbling scientist, juggling padds and generally seeming like he needed an extra hour to prepare ::

Cptn Swain: ::Enters, frowning::

Hunter Matheson: :::cracks his neck, then gives his body a good stretch after working on the helm console so Excal will actually fly:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides out a chair for Hakran since he has his hands full... ::

Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: lets the padds clatter onto the table then spends a moment putting them in order ::

Hunter Matheson: ::leaning against the bulkhead:::

Cptn Swain: Good evening.

Cptn Swain: Commander Hawthorne is working on some repairs.

Irene Mincine: "Not going well?" :: Irene whispered to Hak. She had one padd in front of her, which was a report on the temporal lubricant. ::

Cptn Swain: I want to first say how proud I am of all of you.

Hakran K'hal: :: gives Irene a slump-shouldered shrug ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned slightly and went back to listening to the captain. ::

Cptn Swain: I know this hasn't been particularly easy,

Cptn Swain: And it seems, we can hardly ever catch a break.

Hunter Matheson: ::half listening to the captain and half thinking about living out the rest of his life in this universe, if he'll get married, have kids, they have kids, and on down the line until he is born in another era... which is kind of cool but not so cool:::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sitting in the meeting, listening.::

Rhan K'hal: :: folds an ear halfway, thinking "no kidding" ::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes his seat:: So status report.

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Will, because the rest doesn't matter if the ship can't do anything ::

Hunter Matheson: ::then his eyes wander toward the doc for a moment before he hears the magic words, and then he straightens up::

Indaura Ryssan: :: At the table ::

William Chocox: Well, it's better than before.

Hunter Matheson: ::since he didn't say sitrep to a particular person, he chimes in::: Helm is ready to go, Captain, pending engineering's side of it.

William Chocox: But we're still worried about the stress on the hull that a gravitational slingshot will entail.

Maryse Dubois: Well, as you can see, Ms. Mincine is back within our timeline. Thanks to Rhan, and some of the science staff. Medical supplies are also still holding. And we can actually eat things not in bar form anymore.

Rhan K'hal: The computer is running is good as it's going to get. It would be able to handle the dirty work. Barely.

Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: A slingshot is not possible in this solar system. Considering our current issues, I doubt we could manage it around Sol on a good day.

Hakran K'hal: However, we have found some other temporal voodoo. Irene?

Cptn Swain: ::Tips his head slightly::

William Chocox: Ooh, I like VooDoo.

Cptn Swain: Go on

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns red as she has to make a sudden presentation in front of the whole senior staff! :: "I'm, yeah, back in our timeline, thanks to Dr. Dubois and Lt. K'hal. I've been in the genetics lab ever since. I've..." :: She slides her padd toward the captain. :: "...discovered that the reason I was shifting through time was this temporal lubricant, for lack of a better phrase, produced by the weird DNA."

Cptn Swain: ::Stops himself from naming it:: Temporal lubricant. I see And so you think we could use that to uh, slip back to the right time period?

Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: We'd need to open a temporal fissure.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Well, there are a couple of problems with that. The first problem is that the only known source of it is... well, my blood. And I believe we'd need a whole lot of it to slip an entire starship through time."

Irene Mincine: "We're talking, like, 'person in a torpedo casing' with how much I've been able to isolate so far."

Hakran K'hal: However the biological mechanism may be replicable with our existing nanotechnology.

Hakran K'hal: Then it is a matter of "dialing in" the right time period by adjusting the frequency of radiation it's exposed to.

Cptn Swain: And how long would that take.

Cptn Swain: ::He frowned:

Indaura Ryssan: :: Listening ::

Hakran K'hal: The "ProtoHorta" may be able to take over the construction on that end, Captain, once we've de-Irened it.

Cptn Swain: That sounds like a lot of ifs.

Cptn Swain: Which seems to be the name of the game,

Hakran K'hal: It is, sir. But unless someone else has a temporal wormhole in their pocket I don't know what other options we have other than to settle on Sarras.

Hunter Matheson: ::head spins with calculations regarding helm, how it would work, how it wouldn't work, how he could circumvent problems, re-calibrate helm for that kind of thing:: his lips purse in thought:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "About the only thing that's not an 'if' at the moment is that it's our best option so far, in my opinion. Also that I'm going to be a blood bank for a while to support the nanotechnology research, if approved."

Cptn Swain: We do have that option.. Sarras.

Hunter Matheson: ::then he considers the physical condition of the ship itself and thinks it might be better to just settle in here and live....Sarras?::::

Rhan K'hal: Yoohoo. If I could perhaps make a suggestion?

Cptn Swain: ""He frowned:: So we can try the slingshot with, less than great odds. We can try this temporal lube option that....::pauses::

Rhan K'hal: We're not going anywhere right now as it is, so why don't we have engineering continue what they're doing, science do what they need to do try this out, and the rest of us chill planetside unless we're needed? There's no reason to hurry a decision about trying to slingshot until the ship's fixed anyway.

William Chocox: If I might throw my opinion into the ring, I really do want to get back home.

Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath into an exhale and he leans back against the bulkhead again, checking expressions just for the hell of it:::

Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip:: Because the longer we're here with a floating starship the better chance someone runs across us.

Cptn Swain: The Lysander already found us. The Romulans are active in this area as well. To say nothing of the other species of the region.

Hunter Matheson: ::pipes up:: Aye, sir. And won't that cut into the timeline... ::sighs::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was looking determined. :: "I know that I've only been in Starfleet for about 9 months and my opinion doesn't mean much. But I believe the temporal lubricant option will give us the best chance of what I've been able to see so far, sir."

Irene Mincine: "Assuming we can overcome the issues with it, of course."

Rhan K'hal: So we should take an extreme risk to avoid a moderate risk? I'm not sure that's how I'd use probability in Vegas, sir.

Cptn Swain: ::He frowned:: Or we take no risk.

Cptn Swain: We scuttle the Excalibur and setup shop on Sarras.

William Chocox: Assuming of course that no one finds the wreckage.

Cptn Swain: I think we can make relatively certain that happens. ::He glanced towards the star::

Indaura Ryssan: (had to restart, no text)

William Chocox: And the evidence that we were on Sarras?

Hakran K'hal: Three days, Captain. Give us that long to test viability and gauge the time scale.

Cptn Swain: ::He took a deep breath:: Very well. I will take these options into consideration. For now, everyone try to get some rest.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, firmly on Hak's side here. ::

Maryse Dubois: What if...We manage to get the warp working in good condition, then we get to a safer star system. One we know will not be potentially hostile in the future. Then we can scuttle the ship.

William Chocox: (m) Fat chance.

Cptn Swain: If someone comes across us, we'll just say we crashed on a freighter. But lot less chance someone will come looking for us if there's no starship in orbit.

Maryse Dubois: I'm not keen on living in a region that will be contested.

Cptn Swain: I am not keen on living here at all, but it's the safest option to avoid any further contamination of the timeline.

Hunter Matheson: ::steps forward::: Captain?

Cptn Swain: Yes?

Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, messes up his spiky mane even more than it already has been after no personal maintenance since their arrival at Sarras ::

Hunter Matheson: The timeline has been contaminated, certainly. What would make it more contaminated would be to stay here, sir. If we really want to do the right thing, it's best to try to get back to our time. If we don't make it, then we're lost in space, but at least there's no more damage done.

Cptn Swain: Thank you mister Matheson for your opinion.

Cptn Swain: As I said, I will take this all under advisement.

Indaura Ryssan: Can we look up our own history?

Cptn Swain: Mr. Khal, you have two days to get me something better than "it could work."

Cptn Swain: Dismissed.

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Looks like sleep can wait a while longer. Let's turn you into a blood bank.

Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: We could use your help, Doctor.

Hunter Matheson: ::pushes off from the bulkhead and waits for the ladies and officers to leave before leaving:::

William Chocox: ::walks out, muttering under his breath about impossible deadlines and people making decisions on behalf of others::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as she stands.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, relieved. She stands up from the table. :: "Yes, sir. I swear my BAC is below the legal limit."

Hunter Matheson: :::standing by the door he does a double-take at Doc Dubois, then wonders why he did that:::

Rhan K'hal: You'll need me too. Let's go build us a bio-temporal skinsuit for a starship out of Irene!

Hunter Matheson: ::and then he wonders if the timeline has already been compromised::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: I wish I knew more about temporal mechanics

Hakran K'hal: :: pushes himself out of his chair, wobbles bit before catching his balance ::

Maryse Dubois: That...sounds disturbing... :;Follows them out.::

Irene Mincine: "If I ever find whoever did this to me, I'm going to rip them limb from limb with my bare hands." :: Follows everyone else out. ::

Rhan K'hal: What, it was accurate?

Hunter Matheson: ::picking up the rear::

Cptn Swain: ::Alone with his thoughts, and some stirring music::

Hakran K'hal: :: follows last out of the experimental group, looking determined but exhausted ::

Hunter Matheson: ::rest, he said... hm...;:::

William Chocox: ::winds up in Engineering where he gets back to work::

Rhan K'hal: What makes you think the protohorta would be useful?

Hakran K'hal: They excrete the mineral at a microscopic level, which is, after making the adjustments at the atomic layer all we'd need to actually build.

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels the helm chair and sits, thinking:::

Irene Mincine: "I'm so glad the project got approval. Not so glad about being a sickbay prisoner again."

Rhan K'hal: So, we want time-mineral-poo instead of strong-mineral-poo?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Something like that."

Hakran K'hal: Assuming this works and we get back, you are NOT writing the report, Rhan.

Hakran K'hal: Time-mineral-poo. Honestly.

Hunter Matheson: ::still wondering why he feels like he's been here before:::

Cptn Swain: ..and...

Rhan K'hal: Spoilsport.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "I'll write the report and get the promotion."

Hunter Matheson: ::waves it off and gets back to work::

Hunter Matheson: ::and the first thing is to oil the helm chair so it doesn't squeak::

 

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