USS Excalibur Sim Log - 06.16.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is readying for an attempt to return to their own time using a rather unorthodox method: space lube, crafted from molecules of Irene's blood and reproduced by proto-horta microbes found on the planet they have been orbiting for several days as they made repairs. The USS Lysander is staying just in range, should anything go wrong that leaves us in this time period, but has moved to a safe distance.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for the word::

Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, still, tapping a coded message.:: Rhan, send the following coded message to command Lysander.

William Chocox: ::in Engineering monitoring everything::

Irene Mincine: :: In main engineering, at the big bad radiation laser, waiting for the signal to begin. ::

Rhan K'hal: Sending. ::·a few beats::· Message away, with receipt signal.

Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, with her staff, making sure things are secured.::

Hakran K'hal: ::·steps onto the bridge to handle the sensor work::·

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in her chair on the bridge, fingers absently drumming on her armrest as she burned off some of the nervous energy. She checked the data padd in her hand for the tenth time, scrutinizing the hull readings. Of course, nothing had changed. They had a good chance of survival, but the small percentage of risk always remained.::

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda briefly:: +Engineering+ Bridge to engineering.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Lieutenant Chocox here.

Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ K'hal to Mincine. Engaging open line.

Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Are we go to begin attempt.

William Chocox: ::looks over to the eggheads:: Well?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Dubois :: We are ready.

Cptn Swain: (( Everyone, please give me two numbers 1-20, and 1-10 ))

Indaura Ryssan: You know, if this goes bad we likely won't have much time to worry about it.

William Chocox: ((16, and 8))

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Acknowledged. Coming through loud and clear. Tachyon radiation collector is active. Ready for bombardment of sample."

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Sensors are ready. ::·glances over to his brother::· We have as much computer power for this venture as we can get.

Indaura Ryssan: (11, 7)

Irene Mincine: ((6, 9))

William Chocox: +Bridge+ We are ready sir.

Hakran K'hal: ((2, 19)

Hunter Matheson: Helm ready.

Maryse Dubois: ((13, 4))

Rhan K'hal: ((14, 4))

Cptn Swain: (( 9, 5 ))

Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Good. All we can do now is wait.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 12, 8 ))

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Keep an eye on the quantum flux. I'll need to know immediately if it starts drifting so I can make corrections."

Hakran K'hal: +I+ You'll have it.

Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Understood.

Cptn Swain: Yellow alert.

Indaura Ryssan: Here we go...

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to science:: Begin when ready.

Rhan K'hal: ::·presses the big yellow button::·

Hunter Matheson: ::rigs for yellow::

Rhan K'hal: Lights>::·flash yellow with a nice chime::·

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Ready, Irene?

Indaura Ryssan: Should I stand or sit?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes and whispers something to herself. She was uncharacteristically nervous. :: +Hakran+ "Ready to begin firing sequence."

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Punch it. Well, knowing you I shouldn't say that. ::·grins::· Light 'er up.

William Chocox: ::looks at the lights:: Fun, fun, fun.

Maryse Dubois: Well, let's try sitting for now.

Irene Mincine: :: She presses the big red button on the tachyon bombardment device. A blue particle beam shoots out of its tip, making the sample container glow bright white. :: +Hakran+ "Sequence initiated. Radiation output is stable."

Maryse Dubois: :;Takes a seat

Cptn Swain: ACTION> This is deffo using up a good deal of our CGI budget, which is good since the fiscal year is up soon. The blue beam shooting out from the Excalibur begins to form temporal anomaly.

Hunter Matheson: Helm connected. Sequence verified.

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum flux is nominal. Readings indicate the beginnings of a temporal anomaly.

William Chocox: ::looks over the readouts on his console::

Rhan K'hal: ::·over at mission ops, is on 'Oh sh!t' duty, ready to try to get whoever whatever when whatever goes sideways::·

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda gripped her armrests, preparing for the worst.::

Hakran K'hal: Stage one bombardment in progress, all readings within parameters.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the anomaly begins to expand, Excalibur encounters buffeting.

Hunter Matheson: Captain, helm suggests all strap in.

Hakran K'hal: ::·bounces gently in his seat::·

Irene Mincine: :: Irene wasn't ready to let her breath out yet. :: +Hakran+ "Tachyon output stable, temporal readings slightly off but well within tolerance. Correcting from here. Might get a little bumpy."

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Quantum probability matrix skewing slightly, should correct with your refinements.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Stage one completes and a large, wormhole looking temporal anomaly opens in front of the Excalibur, increasing buffeting and chroniton radiation.

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::standing at the tactical console, frowning::

Indaura Ryssan: (I read that as a buffet)

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Stage one complete, temporal vortex formed.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::at the second science console, monitoring sensors:: Chronition radiation increasing. Still within limits.

Hakran K'hal: +I+ QPI back within parameters, begin stage 2.

Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda:: What's the status of the hull?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene showsd a small smile when stage 1 completed. :: +Hakran+ "We've formed the Federation's first quantum-temporal anomaly, folks." :: She tapped some controls on the laser device. :: +Hakran+ "Beginning Stage 2." :: The blue particle beam shifted colors toward green.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her eyes were glued to those readings, so there was no hesitation in her answer.:: Hull is holding for the moment. Some stresses, but within normal limits. If the disturbance gets worse, however...

Hunter Matheson: Helm holding steady. Velocity steady as she goes.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeling a bit nauseous ::

Cptn Swain: Can we transfer additional power to SIF?

Hakran K'hal: Helm, when this starts the vortex is going to do most of the work. Just keep the ship's attitude in line with the center line of the temporal slipstream.

Rhan K'hal: Power, yes. I'll have to manually make the adjustments, the computer is a wee bit busy at the moment.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods::

Hakran K'hal: +I+ Probability matrix is running high.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Computer is in control of stage 2. Readings are nominal, progressing normally."

Cptn Swain: ::He was nervous about their, improvised, hull glue.::

Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Verified, keep ship attitude in line with center line of the temporal slipstream. ::his eyes continue to sweep the console, making sure that all set parameters continue:::

Rhan K'hal: ::·using his felinoid expertise at balance, makes minor adjustments to the SIF as stage 2 progresses::·

Indaura Ryssan: I don't think i like this method of travel... I don't have the time for it.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Compensating." :: She tapped some controls. :: "OK... we should be doing better."

Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Steady as she goes.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, take whatever power isn't needed for the transfer and shove it into our shields. I want them shored up now. Our stress points are spiking.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal vortex begins maturing. It has now almost completely engulfed the Excalibur. Sensor readings outside the vortex begin to become highly erratic.

Maryse Dubois: ::Eye rolls at the pun.:: You want to stay here in hostile Romulan space then?

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma'am. Transferring everything we have. ::transfers the power around::

Indaura Ryssan: They make interesting patients.

Hakran K'hal: +I+ ::·looks over the data::· Confirmed. Temporal vortex is stabilizing around us. Which is about all I can tell you. As soon as the vortex is greater than 98% you are go for stage 3 and transit.

Indaura Ryssan: Met one at a conference once. She asked me so many questions regarding Denobulans.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Chroniton radiation above anticipated levels. Gamma radiation also higher than anticipated, but within tolerance.

Rhan K'hal: ::·eyes closed, looking almost like he's in a trance as he continues to make manual adjustments to the SIF::·

Hunter Matheson: ::without looking away from the console:: Tork, if 3 goes red, DO NOT TOUCH. Just let me know immediately.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene was hyper-focused on keeping everything stable on her end. :: +Hakran+ "Confirmed, bridge. Vortex stability reading 98%... beginning stage 3. Prepare for temporal transit."

Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, we are getting radiation warnings, nothing fatal yet, but I'd get out my 1000 SPF sunscreen.

Hakran K'hal: Nothing we can do about it now, we passed no go already.

Hakran K'hal: ::·bridge::· Hold on to your butts or other long-term-stationary-position-body parts.

Maryse Dubois: You probably would let her dissect you if she asked. ::Looks at the monitor.:: It looks like mostly Chroniton.

Indaura Ryssan: Oh I'm not *that* friendly.

Hakran K'hal: Vortex is molding to the outer hull as expected. Transit beginning... now.

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ride is, bumpy and a number of alarms begin going off in various systems. Quantum flux is much higher than anticipated.

Hakran K'hal: +I+ So much for simulation numbers, we are way off on the quantum flux.

Indaura Ryssan: I better not suddenly grow into an old woman...

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Radiation readings climbing.

Maryse Dubois: Don't jinx us now.

Cptn Swain: ::Gripping his chair:: How much longer.

William Chocox: Whoa! Hang in there baby! ::scrambles around his console::

Rhan K'hal: Cutting power from non-essentials, increasing shield strength in effected radiation frequencies.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene sounded pretty exasperated down there. :: +Hakran+ "Shaddap and let me focus on adjusting the output..." :: She didn't look well, maybe it was all those chronitons... ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching the readings :: Back in my day we had to get out and push to go to warp/

Hakran K'hal: ::·doesn't have the time to talk about the time as he also works to make adjustments based off of Irene's::·

Rhan K'hal: SIF isn't as bad as it feels, I can't spare the computer power or the power power for the IDF.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Down in engineering, Chocox is reading increased stress levels on the hull -- mainly the areas shored up by makeshift means. Several sections begin to fail and the ship shudders violently as it loses compression on several decks.

Cptn Swain: Report!

Hakran K'hal: 34 seconds to vortex collapse.

Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay, stress levels on the staff are rising with each passing moment ::

Rhan K'hal: Decks 2A and 3A have hull breaches.

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Um...about two thirds of the sections that we shored up are failing at the moment!

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The decompression begins moving the Excalibur out of alignment with the center of the vortex, and the bumpy ride only gets worse. As does various radiation spikes.

Rhan K'hal: Reading several internal collap... Ah, frag it that's the least of our worries.

Maryse Dubois: I think something is happening. This is getting a little too violent.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Is lifted off her feet for a moment, then dropped unceremoniously to the carpeting ::

Hakran K'hal: Get us back on line, unless you want to shake hands with a dinosaur, Mr. Matheson.

Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Bridge, radiation levels spiking down here in engineering! I'm trying to keep us stabilized... it's... just a little more..." :: She was frantic at the controls! ::

Indaura Ryssan: My ankle.... :: curses :: I'll be alright.

Hunter Matheson: ::struggles to keep the ship aligned::: Hakran> Ship is out of alignment with vortex center.

Hunter Matheson: Attempting to compensate.

Hakran K'hal: 10 seconds to vortex collapse!

Maryse Dubois: Try not to move much till we stop...if we stop...

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The temporal "lubrication" begins stripping off rapidly and the shuddering becomes extremely violent as the vortex suddenly collapses.

Rhan K'hal: ::·doesn't have enough paws to keep everything going, concentrates on the SIF just to hold the ship together along enough for them to be vomited out of the vortex::·

Indaura Ryssan: :: Now is slid across sickbay :: Whoa!

Hakran K'hal: Vor-vor-t-t-t-t-tex col-lap-lap-ssssssed.

Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Attempting to compensate....

Hunter Matheson: Prepare.... for.. impact.

Hakran K'hal: ::·:Issaha::· Starfield check. When and where are we?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur "settles" as the temporal vortex dissipates. Virtually all of the parts of the hull that had been glued together by the proto-horta excrement have disintegrated, including any internal parts that were used. Radiation is still high.

William Chocox: ::looks up at the big board and sees a variety of alarms:: Oh [expletive deleted]

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Sensors still offline. Give me a second.

Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip::

Irene Mincine: :: A scream came over the com link to engineering. The sample container had burst, too. ::

Hakran K'hal: [bleep] +I+ IRENE?!

Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, this is not looking good...

Cptn Swain: ::He glances over to the science console, then Miranda:: Get a damage report together.

William Chocox: ::blinks before looking to see where the comm came from:: Who was that?

Rhan K'hal: ::·tilts head, looking at what internal sensors can show::· You might be faster to get a non-damaged report, Commander.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda jumped out of her chair as soon as they'd settled.:: I'll be in engineering. ::She rushed for the lift, muttering curses under her breath.::

Indaura Ryssan: Radiation protocols are in affect///

William Chocox: ::looks around Engineering:: Anyone else hear that scream?!

Maryse Dubois: ::Exhales. She slowly gets up, looking around.:: Let's get everyone put back together shall we? :;Calling out to the staff.:: I'm sure we'll be getting calls. I want all teams out. :;Goes to help Indaura.::

Irene Mincine: :: Nothing from Irene's link but static! The tachyon blaster was in flames, too, that might be a problem. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Short range sensors are online. We appear to be still in the Saras system. At least.

Hunter Matheson: :::helm is out of control, unresponsive, no matter what he does is spells disaster:::

Hakran K'hal: That's good, hitting the spatial coordinates was as important as the temporal ones.

William Chocox: ((Who's hearing Irene's link?))

Irene Mincine: (( Science on the bridge ))

Hakran K'hal: +Computer+ Locate Ensign Irene Mincine.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Grabs onto Dubois :: Thank you. We may need to traverse the ship.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs in relief as she examines Indaura's leg.:: Fortunately it's not a break, but it's a bad sprain. No pressure on it for a while, ok?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Though at our current rate of drift we need to consider the star's gravity field.

Maryse Dubois: Help coordinate the medical teams.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: Also, I believe our uh... temporal vortex might have had an unexpected effect on the planet.

Irene Mincine: Computer> "Two combadges are registered to Ensign Irene Mincine. Both of them are located in engineering. Damage to internal sensors does not allow for a more accurate reading."

Hakran K'hal: Mr. Matheson, perhaps you could let the autopilot correct for our current ship attitude eccentricities.

Hakran K'hal: Two?

Hunter Matheson: ::Hakran:: Aye, sir. If the autopilot works.

Hakran K'hal: ::·Issaha::· What is it?

Hunter Matheson: Helm is not happy at the moment.... hold on.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::before he could brow lift to the two Irene's::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> The planet is no longer M-class.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's upper atmosphere seems to be in a state of temporal and quantum flux.

Hakran K'hal: Err... then what is it?

Hakran K'hal: Oh dear.

William Chocox: Why is my department on fire?!

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods::

Hakran K'hal: ::·sigh::· +Security+ K'hal to security, report to engineering and attempt to locate Ensign Mincine(s) and her commbadge(s).

Cptn Swain: ::Hearing that, he made his way over::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda rushed out of the lift and into engineering.:: WHAT'S ON FIRE?!

Hunter Matheson: ::he continues to scan the console and finally gets auto going::: Autopilot engaged.

William Chocox: I think it's that thing the eggheads brought down here!

Hakran K'hal: ::·somehow managed to indicate the parenthesed S's::·

Hunter Matheson: But it's.... one more time...

Cptn Swain: Temporal and quantum flux?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Speaking to the medical teams in the background ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods::

Cptn Swain: Seven hells.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Irene Mincine: :: The tachyon blaster is on fire near the warp core, the sample container is blown wide open. And... there's two Irenes on the ground next to it! They both have severe radiation burns. ::

Rhan K'hal: ::·hops down to join the throng at science::· Only 7?

William Chocox: Oh [expletive deleted again]! ::grabs a fire extinguisher and attempts to at least get the fire under control if he can't put it out.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda slammed her hand down on the emergency protocols to blast the entire area with suppressant material.:: +Medical+ Get down to engineering, NOW!

Cptn Swain: We'll worry about what went wrong later and how we added a ruined planet to the butcher's bill. Let's figure out when we are.

Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ We're on the way. ::Grabs a kit.::

Rhan K'hal: All external comms are down, so I can't get any clues that way.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> The ambient radiation and uh, over worked computer core is making star identification difficult, but it should hopefully begin to subside soon.

Cptn Swain: Remind me, when we get back to our original time period, that time travel is to be strictly verboten, Rhan.

Cptn Swain: ...and........

Indaura Ryssan: I'll go!

Rhan K'hal: Aye sir, though technically it was already supposed to be.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Chocox gets buried in flame retardant.

Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a couple of assistants and heads for the exit. Turns to Indaura.:: Sickbay is yours, Doctor. You can't move with that ankle.

William Chocox: ::blinks:: Yep, should've done that.

Indaura Ryssan: Or not. Understood.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM