USS Excalibur Sim Log - 06.09.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Final checks have been completed and work is proceeding to prepare for the slingshot, though Science has made a breakthrough and may be ready to present their space lube plan.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for go or no go::

Maryse Dubois: ::In the Medlab, ready to make a small sample test.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was back to normal, more or less, and was in the genetics lab working on finalizing the space lube plan that they had so far, waiting for the dreaded call from the bridge on when their time was up. ::

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, having been brooding.::

William Chocox: ::down in Engineering::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After running and completing the necessary stress tests on the hull, and not at all thrilled with the results, Miranda left Chocox in charge and returned to the bridge to report to Swain.::

Cptn Swain: ::Bitting his lip:: +science+ Bridge to science

William Chocox: ::tries not to let the power go to his head::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed when the call came, putting down a PADD. :: "Genetics lab, Ensign Mincine, sir."

Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, are we prepared for the slingshot, is that the term?

Hunter Matheson: ::patting the console, singing her a soft tune:::

Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Status report?

Hunter Matheson: (afksas)

William Chocox: ((Hello Hunter Matheson's player's cat.))

Irene Mincine: ::Irene went over a report on her console. :: +Swain+ "We've been able to produce some amount of temporal lubricant using the proto-Horta. Dr. Dubois is working on increasing production. I'm not sure if how much we have is enough, sir."

Maryse Dubois: Are we ready? I don't think anyone is ready, but they are going to try anyways. ::Programs the replicator to make a small batch of goo.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She entered the bridge, striding to her normal sport, wearing the normal scowl. Hearing Swain's comm, she didn't interrupt.::

Cptn Swain: ::Biting his lip:: +Irene+ Do we have enough to attempt?

Indaura Ryssan: I think I might get a drink

Maryse Dubois: You might want something strong.

Cptn Swain: ::He looked over to see Miranda::

Maryse Dubois: :;Checks the results, frowning a bit. She disposes of the container, makes adjustments and tries again.::

Hunter Matheson: ::pushes the cat off the helm console:::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene tap tap tapped on her console. This was a very important decision, and she had to make it with confidence. Despite her Klingon exterior, inside she was in knots. :: +Swain+ "From my calculations of radiation output and mass of the ship, I believe we have enough at this time for an attempt, sir."

William Chocox: ::calls over a random ensign:: Hey, see if you can get the EPS network to be a bit more efficient before we attempt anything crazy please.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took her seat, one leg crossed over the other, brow arched in query.::

William Chocox: Random Ensign 42> Aye sir.

Hunter Matheson: ::perks up at the word "attempt":::

Maryse Dubois: ::Got closer with the results, but she was still not satisfied. Makes a 3rd attempt after adjusting.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The hull will hold... mostly. There are a few bulkheads that are suspect at this point, but it's the best we can given what we have.

Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again::

Hunter Matheson: ::Listening and mentally calculating::

Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Then begin making the preparations.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to the replicator :: Denobulan Fizz, two shots.

Cptn Swain: +Irene+ How long do you need?

Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorn::: Ma'am... any idea of max tolerance on the hull?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Attention swiveling to Hunter, she nodded.:: We have run the calculations, yes. Query to engineering to have them sent to your station.

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

Irene Mincine: :: Well, no going back now, Irene. :: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. Um... the procedure that we've come up with is to bombard a mass of the substance with tachyon radiation at a specific frequency. We've prepared all the equipment already, it needs to be transported to engineering. Only the warp core produces enough tachyon radiation."

Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Matheson requesting you forward your calculations.

Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the 3rd batch, and is very pleased. She saves the data, loads the goo into a sealed container and exits her lab.:: +Hakran+ Dubois to K'hal. I'm heading to you with a promising sample.

Cptn Swain: ::He lifted a brow:: +Irene+ See to it. Let me know it's ready.

William Chocox: +Matheson+ Would you like those sent to your console or your PADD?

Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Console.

William Chocox: +Matheson+ Coming right at you. ::sends them up::

Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Received.

Irene Mincine: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. We'll get it set up as soon as possible." :: Irene began wrangling other science staff to collect all the equipment and begin moving their setup toward engineering. ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in the genetic lab with her container of goo. Sees Irene.:: I need a second opinion before I have the replicator mass produce this stuff.

Hunter Matheson: ::scanning through the information, calculating, his eyes scan the console, then he's back to the information:::

Irene Mincine: "Damn, I'm important today!" :: She handed a sealed container to an anonymous ensign, who scurried off with it, then waved Maryse over to a console and some test equipment. :: "Sure, set it here and I'll verify its properties against the control."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, prepare to be invaded by science. They need to borrow tachyons from the warp core for their time travel experiment.

Maryse Dubois: ::Places the container.::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Thank you for the heads up. I'll make sure to put out the red carpet.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinks ::

Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments to his original configuration stats and says to Tork as he continues to work the console::: Okay. I'm going to need you big time, and I need you to focus. And I mean serious focus.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene takes a sample from the container and puts it into some equipment on the console. :: "OK. Mass... composition... genetic component..." :: Science personnel began showing up in engineering and setting up their radiation bombardment equipment in an open space near the warp core.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::perks up, nodding:::

Hunter Matheson: Settings are one through five, beginning here. ::points::: Keep your hands *down* until I tell you to press one, and when I tell you the number, you press it immediately. Got it?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Got it.

Hunter Matheson: So what are these buttons?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Settings one through five.

Cptn Swain: ::Miranda, lowly:: Do you think I am doing the right thing?

Hunter Matheson: And what are you going to do?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> Keep my hands down until you give me a number and I press it immediately.

Hunter Matheson: ::he eyes Tork a moment, then nods and goes back to work:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded, throwing him a look.:: It is a risk, either way. I would have made the same decision.

Irene Mincine: "Critical measurements are within 0.005% of the original stuff." :: She hrmed. :: "It can be improved but what's there should be good enough..." :: She shrugged. :: "Of course we don't know what the hell we're doing."

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I hope its the right decision.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Message from the Lysander indicating they're going to move further out in prep for us.

Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Helm is ready for deploy, Commander.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gave Matheson a nod.:: Very well.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: We can give the green light on mass production then. I'll send the spec to Engineering. +Chocox+ Dubois to Engineering. Mr. Chocox, I'm sending you the specs for the...time goop. We'll need the industrial replicators to begin production ASAP.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sends William the specs.::

Irene Mincine: "OK. Sounds good, I need to get to engineering to make sure everything down there's set up." :: Irene said to Maryse while running out of the room carrying another sealed container. ::

William Chocox: ::receives the specs and starts programming:: +Dubois+ Received and started.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Blinks ::

Maryse Dubois: Good luck. ::Leaves the lab herself, heading back towards sickbay.:: +Chocox+ Thank you.

Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting people ready in case the experience is rough ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She touched Swain's arm.:: Stop worrying. It won't do any good. It'll work, or it won't.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrived in Engineering and consulted with all her science geeks, bypassing Chocox. :: +Swain+ "Ensign Mincine to Bridge. The science guys say that the equipment's set up for our... well, our large-scale experiment. The substance has arrived with me."

Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Understood.

Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes in the helm chair, staring at her hull::::

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: You can do this, girl. We can do it. Piece o' cake.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene set the canister down in the target area and slid over to the control panel on what looked like a big-ass laser gun on a tripod. :: +Swain+ "On your command, sir."

Hunter Matheson: ;;:prepares::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM