USS Excalibur Sim Log - 06.23.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur attempted to trip the light fantastic and slip gently through time and space back to 2388. Things, however, did not go as planned and they now find themselves sometime unknown, BUT AT LEAST IN THE RIGHT STAR SYSTEM 50% of mission goals ain't bad!!

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hakran K'hal: That's not exactly how we drew it up. ::·massages his neck::·

William Chocox: ::Is covered in suppressant.

Irene Mincine: :: In Engineering, there's a slight issue: There's our familiar blue-shirted Irene down and out next to the (covered in fire suppressant) tachyon beam gun, and a red-shirted Irene groaning across the room? ::

Hakran K'hal: ::·is waiting to hear about the Irene situation, as well as long-range sensors::·

William Chocox: Commander? That doesn't seem right. ::points at the two Irenes::

Rhan K'hal: (( such a master of understatement, Will ))

William Chocox: ((He's secretly British.))

Maryse Dubois: ::On her way to Engineering.::

Cptn Swain: ::Looking over:: I'd hope that's not how you drew it up.

Hakran K'hal: To be fair, it was still a smoother ride than the slingshot would've been. Though the planet would've been like... that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She programmed the cleaning system to dissolve the suppressant, leaving the occupants and the room itself fire free and relatively clean. Frowning at the duplicate Irenes, she crouched next to the blue-shirt, checking for her pulse.:: No, it doesn't seem right, at all.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our attempt to slip-stream with her DNA must have duplicated her somehow.

Rhan K'hal: Okay, re-booting the sensor arrays. Let's hope they don't blow up!

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns::

Indaura Ryssan: :: helping those that arrive in sickbay. So far not overwhelming the staff ::

Hakran K'hal: ::·looks over to Issaha::· You're frowning.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie.

Rhan K'hal: Looks like they're only at 46% capacity, but they didn't blow up. One silver lining to a temporally charged black cloud.

Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in Main Engineering just after the cleaning system kicked in. She glances around, going over to Miranda and checks on Irene.:: What happened?

Hakran K'hal: You're reverting to Rihan, Issaha.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Ie.

William Chocox: Yeah...that's um...should we inform the bridge?

Irene Mincine: : The eggheads are freaking out. Blue-shirt Irene has a very faint pulse that disappears after Maryse arrives!. Her exposed skin is all nasty and red from radiation burns, too. Red-shirt Irene seems to be doing much better, banging her fist on the floor. One of the eggheads, bleeding from a cut on his brow, updates Maryse :: "The radiation alarms were going crazy. She told us to get away while she kept the ship in one piece, so we did. We'd all be dead without her."

Irene Mincine: Egghead> "The radiation levels were easily enough to kill a human. I don't know about a Klingon, or a hybrid..." :: He trailed off. ::

Hakran K'hal: ::·flattens ears::· Out with it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It would appear the failure of our temporal slip-stream resulted in catastrophic effects on the planet. It may have caused some... unintended effects.

Hakran K'hal: Such as?

Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Blue Irene a dose of something from a hypo.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and moved to the red shirt Irene.:: In addition to radiation, it seems Ensign Mincinie was somehow duplicated, or split in two, or perhaps one of these belongs to whatever time we're currently in.

William Chocox: ::rubs his temples:: I'm going to figure out exactly how messed up the ship is. Unless you have something else I should be doing Commander.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, Chocox. That's exactly what you should be doing. I want to know what else we're going to have to rebuild.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Well, in 2388 this planet was colonized by the Tamarn Empire and fought over by themselves and the Kaedwani.

William Chocox: On it ma'am. ::walks over to his console to figure out how bad the ship is::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Categorizing injuries as they arrive. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It seems exceedingly likely that turning it into a temporal wasteland will have had unintended consequences to the timeline.

Hakran K'hal: Ohhh crap.

Irene Mincine: :: With the hypo, Blue Irene's pulse returns, at least. Red Irene crawls to lean up against a wall. She's wearing the 2388 uniform, just red instead of blue. The egghead stands over Maryse and Blue Irene. :: Egghead> "Is she going to make it, doctor?"

Rhan K'hal: Such a master of understatement, bro.

Cptn Swain: ::Joins the frowning:: Lovely.

Cptn Swain: But on the bright side maybe they're good friends now and go out for ice cream on the weekends.

Cptn Swain: Maybe have play dates.

Maryse Dubois: I don't know yet. ::Looks to her team that came with her.:: Get her to sickbay now. Radiation decontamination protocols.

Hakran K'hal: Okay, the computer is starting to return data using the astrometric data. Let's see when we are...

Maryse Dubois: ::Turns her attention to Red. She goes over to her, checking her over.::

Cptn Swain: So, that's one advantage the sling shot would have had on us.

Hakran K'hal: ::·tap tappity tap tap::·

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The date is *DRUM ROLL* 2338

Hakran K'hal: [REDACTED]

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This one, too? Best to keep her in containment, Doctor. ::She crouched near red-shirt Irene.:: Do you know where you are, Ensign?

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over::

Cptn Swain: Yes?

Hakran K'hal: We only made it halfway. We're in twenty-three THIRTY-eight.

William Chocox: ::looks at his console that has a distressing amount of red, especially at the places where they had jury rigged the hull::

Cptn Swain: What's fifty-years between friends.

Maryse Dubois: :;Scanning Red.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Med Team takes Blue to sickbay.::

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets transported to sickbay. Oddly, Red Irene only got a slight radiation hit. It looks like the worst of it was when she got thrown across the room, cracking a couple ribs when she hit, but other than that she's fine. She's panting, laying against the wall. :: "Yeah, the Excalibur's main engineering, doc. What the hell happened?"

William Chocox: This is the worst I've seen the ship ever...including that time I blew up the EPS system.

Maryse Dubois: Her radiation levels are surprisingly fine. Can't say the same for her ribs.

Hakran K'hal: ::·clears throat::·

Hakran K'hal: Ah.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Blue Irene ::

Cptn Swain: Alright. First order of business is to find out how badly we're damaged. We can figure out what went wrong later. ::Frowns:: But the chances of us going unnoticed in this time period for very long are a lot slimmer. Starfleet was doing fairly regular exploration of this zone. Theoretically there should be Tamarn vessels as well.

Maryse Dubois: Med Assistant> ::To Indaura:: Dr. Dubois says her radiation levels are extremely high and needs decontamination.

Hakran K'hal: We, ah, did make quite a temporal and spatial ruckus considering the... difficulties. I would be very surprised if we don't have company sooner rather than later.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to the view screen:: I'd prefer to not make our contamination of the timeline any worse.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yeah. I am assuming someone noticed that.

Cptn Swain: Hopefully its one of ours first, at least,

Indaura Ryssan: Let's get her in there... :: walks her into a room :: Get in there and strip down... put your clothes in the container in the corner.

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene shakes her head dismissively. :: "I'll be fine, Doctor. Don't worry about me. I'm more concerned about the ship after we had to dump the..." :: She looks at the big glowing warp core in the center of Engineering. :: "...core?"

Hakran K'hal: Issaha, is there any way we can use the temporal properties on the planet to um... cross the finish line?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should get her to medbay and have her checked over. I don't want either of them on duty, Doctor, until we find out what went wrong. ::Seriously to Maryse.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It's possible. But I'd need to run some more scans of the planet and also figure out exactly why our last attempt failed.

Maryse Dubois: I wasn't planning on them going anywhere as it were. Come on Ensign. ::Helping Red.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we'll need to make some repairs. I doubt we're in any condition to attempt to traverse time.

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is undressed by the assistants. The radiation burns are pretty gross. She's being stabilized by the medical crew, at least, if still critical. ::

Hakran K'hal: Well, let's do our part, anyway. ::·rises::· Hopefully the labs are in one piece.

Indaura Ryssan: Get her in there and we can start the decontamination.

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene gets helped to her feet. :: "You repaint the walls while I was out? Or maybe I've got a concussion..."

Maryse Dubois: I feel we have much to discuss... ::Taking Red to sickbay.::

Rhan K'hal: Speaking to the status of the ship, we might need some glue. Lots of glue. How about a new ship, actually? Would Starfleet mind if we ruined a planet, lost an Akira class and showed back up in a borrowed early 24th Century freighter?

William Chocox: ((Depends, is our Captain James T. Kirk, Jean-Luc Picard, Benjamin Sisko, or Kathryn Janeway? Then yes.))

Cptn Swain: I am sure there's a Miranda class we could borrow.

Cptn Swain: You all liked it so much last time.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She returned to main engineering, sinking into one of the undamaged chairs with a sigh.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain.

Rhan K'hal: Sadist. Sir.

Cptn Swain: Maybe that exact one even.

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene gets taken into the decontamination room as Red Irene arrives in sickbay. :: Red> "I don't think our quantum experiment worked out like we expected, did it? ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods and follows along:

Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the assistants with Blue Irene ::

Rhan K'hal: ::·lets Swain get to the talking with the Miranda class XO while he tries to draw in more information from the rest of the wreck::·

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Miranda class vessels are the prettiest. ))

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead

Hakran K'hal: ::·takes a rather slow lift ride down to deck 4::·

Maryse Dubois: I'm not privy to the details, but I would guess not. ::Helps her to a bed.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Ensign Mincine appears to be alive, sir, though we now have a duplicate on board. They are both being taken to sickbay for their injuries.

Hakran K'hal: Whatever happens, if I'm still in a Starfleet uniform by the time this is over, I'd be surprised.

Hakran K'hal: Though we're doing a good job of keeping you away from all the politics back home, eh?

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Oh dear. I am not sure the universe is ready for that. But I am glad to hear... she... they... Ensign Micine is okay.  What's the status of the ship?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Lets the machine do its work ::

Rhan K'hal: ::·head pops up at hearing of a duplicate::·

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's still in rough shape, but at least her radiation levels are dropping. Red Irene very gingerly lays down in one of the biobeds. :: Red> "Captain Hawthorne's going to be pissed about this."

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Though who knows, perhaps this planet was also key to some part of my or my people's future and we return to a different Romulus?

William Chocox: Commander, this ship is...shall we say...absolutely FUBAR?

Hakran K'hal: A friendly, non-expansionist Romulan Star Republic?

Cptn Swain: Issaha> There hasn't been an Emperor in many years so its mostly a technical distinction.

Maryse Dubois: Captain...hmm. I'm sure she will be understanding. ::Does a more thorough scan of Red. Then gives her something to relax a little.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She groaned at Chocox's answer.:: +Swain+ Not good, sir. We're still assessing the damage. Our warp core appears to be intact, but we've lost the damaged nacelle again and several portions of our hull have collapsed.

William Chocox: ::William slides the readouts over to where she is::

Hakran K'hal: ::·shrug-nods at that as the lift doors finally open on deck 4, lets out a big sigh::· Okay, let's go save our bacon. And the rest of the pig if we can manage. ... Damn, now I want a ham sandwich. ::·shakes head, is very fatigued and will probably just nod off in the lab after an hour::·

Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. Keep me posted.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I doubt the replicators are working.

Maryse Dubois: ::Places a couple devices on Red's rib cage to help the fractures.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> Rations again.

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene's DNA is identical to existing records. She has scarring from shoulder surgery and one kidney... it's definitely Irene. :: Red> "Commander Swain's the one *I* have to answer to, though. That's going to be fun."

Hakran K'hal: Such a beacon of light and joy you are.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> I like them.

Rhan K'hal: Sir, I've done a scan of the immediate area. Any of the bits of the ship we lost are somewhere in that temporal vortex. our maneuvering thrusters are operable so we can very slowly limp around.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Ensign, just to verify a couple things, can you tell me your name? Then Tell me where you are, and what time it is.

Indaura Ryssan: Irene, err, blue Irene. :: into the comm :: How are you feeling?

Rhan K'hal: As for any incoming vessels, at our current long-range sensor capability we'll only get about a 3 light year warning.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She leaned forward, forearms resting on the console, head slightly bowed as she read through the list Will had so far. Her usual frown was gone, replaced by something more akin to despair.::

Maryse Dubois: I'm simply making sure there was no brain trauma. You hit pretty hard. :;Scanning her head.::

William Chocox: Not going to lie Commander. Kinda feeling the same way.

Hakran K'hal: ::·enters the lab, which besides being lit by emergency lighting is otherwise intact::·

Hakran K'hal: Let's hope the sensors recorded something helpful before they took a dump.

Hakran K'hal: ::·grabs his favorite wheelie chair and slides over to a console and powers it up::·

Irene Mincine: Red Irene> :: Breathes easier once her rib fractures are healed up. She rattles off the important facts. :: "Ensign Irene Mincine, daughter of P'Lor. I'm in the Excalibur sickbay. Stardate 49123.4." :: Her brain is fine. Must be that thick Klingon skull of hers. Blue Irene makes some unintelligible sounds in response to Indaura. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to the burns on Blue Irene, making her look more red that blue ::

Cptn Swain: Assuming that all the radiation doesn't obscure their approach.

Cptn Swain: Or that they're not cloaked.

Rhan K'hal: ::·gets the MSD to light up at the rear of the bridge-unsurprisingly it's mostly red, or black::·

Cptn Swain: Issaha> :settles in nearby""

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed and glanced up at Will, shaking her head.:: I enjoy keeping the ship running, but this... this is just ridiculous. We don't have the materials needed for even a fraction of these repairs. We exhausted most of our supply already.

Rhan K'hal: ::·Swain::· My usual pessimism seems to be rubbing off on your sir.

Maryse Dubois: ::Had recorded what Red Irene said. She then forwards it to Swain, Miranda and Hakran.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the attempt at using cobbled materials didn't hold up under the stresses needed to make the jump.

Maryse Dubois: Thank you Ensign. Everything appears fine, but you must rest now.

Hakran K'hal: ::·looks at the message::·

Hakran K'hal: What, 2 Irenes? One from Stardate 49123.4?

William Chocox: I know. It's not pretty...but I'll try to figure out what I can do to patch it together.

Irene Mincine: Red> "If I'm fine, I need to get back to the bridge. They can't be without a tactical officer." :: She tries to get off of the biobed. Blue Irene's vitals are improving, but still critical. ::

Hakran K'hal: ::·pulls at his mane, which just helps to repair the spiky style::· How...

Maryse Dubois: No no...::Putting a hand on her shoulder.:: The...Captain insisted you remain here and rest.

Hakran K'hal: Okay, I guess we're gonna have to add that to the data pile. 49123.4...

Irene Mincine: "Of course she did..." :: Irene's face hardens into the scowl of someone not getting her way. :: "Fine, doctor. But I don't want to stay here a second longer than I have to."

Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Good. Now lay back and relax, please.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You should know the drill by now. Priority lists. ::She flicked one of the screens away dismissively, then another, searching for the internal sensor readings that showed damaged to engineering.::

Cptn Swain: ...and,,,

William Chocox: Aye ma'am.

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene sighs and lays back down. Blue Irene's pulse disappears again just in time for the cliffhanger. ::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

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