USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.18.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Whose the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship, Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships. Questions?

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, where she's been almost as long as Irene has. Looking to discharge some patients.::

Hakran K'hal: :: in the science lab, putting his head together with LCdr Thalov (though not close enough for ears to bump antennae) of the Enterprise-C, and presumably Lt Imavulcanforealz on the inverse tachyon beam particulars ::

Cptn Swain: ::Swain looked over as Miranda strolled in. She hadn't shot him immediately, which was an improvement::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Totally a very logical Vulcan and not everyone's favorite, fun-loving Romulan."

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is laying on her biobed, staring at the ceiling. :: Blue> "I tried napping. I can't." :: Red Irene is doing pushups locked in her quarters due to the presence of the Ent-C crew. ...and Carillon is passed out in her quarters after the whole tube of pep pills wore off. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Her throat is sore, talking to the technicians felt like teaching one long class.

Rhan K'hal: :: bridge, command chair, working on where to stash non-essentials inside the ship for safety when they go through with this stunt ::

William Chocox: ::is holding a comical amount of tricorders that he starts putting back to where they're supposed to be:: (m)You'd think these people would have more common sense about stealing things.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seriously thinking about shooting Swain, but she'd save that for later when they weren't lost in time. For now, she just wanted to rest. Pulling a ration bar from her tunic, she collapsed on his sofa with a soft groan.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Finds Indaura, pulling her aside.:: We need to start discharging some patients, so we can relieve our guests of duties. The longer they are here, the greater chance of incident.

Cptn Swain: You look like you just spent the last three weeks gluing the ship back together with macrobacterial excrement.

Cptn Swain: Oh... right.

Indaura Ryssan: :: leans in :: Yes.. and I need to refrain from giving things away myself. I'll start right away

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.::

Hakran K'hal: We're within point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-two Hz on the modulation. Unfortunately, that very low number still manages to span a period of thirty seven years. I'd really prefer to avoid meeting my teenage self. Worse, my teenage brother.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted and took a bite out of her bar.:: That basically disintegrated in our last time jump. Progress is slow, but the materials from the Enterprise will help shore things up.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances back over to Thalov and Hakran:: A logical preference.

Cptn Swain: Good.

Hakran K'hal: :: flicks an ear in amusement :: So, how do we narrow it down. We're dealing with quantum probability at this level so we may need some adjustment on the side of the warp bubble to fine tune.

Cptn Swain: So... ::He bit his lip briefly before pushing off from his desk and making his way over to the sofa, settling into the half-wrecked chair nearby:: I assume Hakren filled you in on the plan.

Maryse Dubois: ::Releasing some patients with very minor injuries to their quarters for rest.::

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene stands up, having worked up a pretty good sweat. :: Red> "Computer, who is my contact point on this ship?" :: Meanwhile, Carillon sat up in bed, dead-eyed. She started pacing around the room, clearly still asleep...

Maryse Dubois: ::After treatment::

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Tips his head thoughtfully:: It might be possible to use a pilot ship, if you will.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see who can be released ::

Cptn Swain: << Harkren, Hakren, Hark the Herald Angel ... one day. *O*N*E* day I will get it right. >>

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. Not terribly crazy about it as it poses risks to both ships, but I don't really see another option except to abandon the ship in *this* time and find a place to settle. My chief concern is the stability of Excalibur. We're barely held together right now. With the hull stresses we will undoubtedly experience in the next jump, we're going to lose part of her. I don't know if we'll be able to repair her again.

Hakran K'hal: That's a possibility, but that's a hell of a thing to try to program. And I would say it's rather unlikely a live pilot could be extricated if things go south.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to release three patients ::

Cptn Swain: Thalov> Sometimes, risks are required, Lieutenant.

William Chocox: ::gets back to work on life support::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::About to prematurely pull one of the life support power nodes that would cripple half the ship. Alerts in engineering go off at Will's station as the panel was removed.::

Hakran K'hal: Oh, I know. I'm living with the result of two bad ideas putting us when we are now.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> True, it's unlikely Excalibur could survive a failed time-transit anyway and the loss of a single individual versus the survival of the ship and crew.... ::he trailed off, sounding far colder than Hark had likely ever heard.::

William Chocox: I SWEAR ON ANYTHING THAT IS HOLY MAKE SURE YOU CHECK WITH SOMEONE FROM THIS TIMELINE BEFORE DOING ANYTHING!

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I agree it's risky. It's possible we could get another ship and try like a slingshot or something, but we'd have to further contaminate the timeline.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Issaha :: The needs of the many, Lieutenant? I'm aware of the axiom.

William Chocox: ::turns off the alarm and goes to the relevant panel:: Hello.

Cptn Swain: ::Sighing, he leaned forward::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching as three patients leave sickbay ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is, logical.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> It would be worth modeling the possibility and presenting it to your Captain.

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon somehow manages to leave her room while sleepwalking... she's wandering through deck 6. :: Blue Irene knocks on the door to her isolation room. :: Blue> "Hey! Can I leave yet? I gotta pee, and I gotta shower, and I'm way too sober for my own good! Hello?"

Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Let's get to work on the former then.

William Chocox: Please place that panel back before we cripple half the ship.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer>::He jerked at the alarm and then stared at Will.:: Isn't this the power distribution for section seven? I was told to tweak the converter frequency.

Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over:: There's one more thing.

William Chocox: No, this is for life support. You'd cripple half the ship.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Which we'd rather not do. ::She agreed. Chewing thoughtfully, she threw him a glance.:: Something else? ::His last minute additions were not usually pleasant.::

Rhan K'hal: :: glances down at d'A :: How's the parking brake holding up, Commander?

Maryse Dubois: ::Cleared out enough patients.:: +Rhan+ Good news. We can inform the Enterprise that they can recall their medical team.

Cptn Swain: d'A> Not bad. This chair is pretty comfortable. I could almost get used to it.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'll get them the message, Doctor.

Rhan K'hal: :: flicks an ear at Obee, who contacts the Enterprise ::

Cptn Swain: I had already considered Issaha's plan before he brought it up. ::He took another deep breath:: They won't be able to make the calculations to the variance ahead of time. At least not with our computer core in the shape it's in, and I doubt Enterprise's computers are any better. There is, a solution, however. I am guessing they may have already thought of it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods and returns to work::

Rhan K'hal: I think it's too comfortable, our last pilot would occasionally start staring off into space.

Rhan K'hal: And Lt Carillon was snacking on energy pills to stay in it.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> The problem is that there are simply too many variables. We can simulate what the temporal fissure is going to look like, but it's almost impossible to predict.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns:: She was doing what?

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon walked into a turbolift and mumbled a destination that didn't make any sense. The computer didn't recognize it. She yawned and took a seat on the floor. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah... sorry about that. Where's the panel for section seven, then? ::He looked at the schematic he'd been given, which he was holding upside down.::

Rhan K'hal: Crap, I forgot you're her boss. :: sigh :: She pulled a double, after probably not having much sleep before. I think she was hitting a pill every hour on the dot. I managed to get through to what sense was left that she needed to go to bed. Which she ended up taking in sickbay because of the headache.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what might that be? ::She waited for him to drop the bombshell.::

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::continues to frown:: No, I appreciate you telling me. I have a pretty strict rule about using those things.

William Chocox: ::takes the schematic and turns it right side up for him:: Right there. ::points::

Cptn Swain: The easiest solution is to have someone fly just ahead of us into the temporal fissure in a shuttle or... my yacht ... and transmit back the variance changes to Enterprise and Excalibur.

Maryse Dubois: ::Starts rounding up the Enterprise med team to have them escorted to the transporter room.::

Cptn Swain: d'A> But since she wasn't on.. my flight deck I can't do anything about it. But I will be sure to, remind her, of that when she does come back. ::Forces a smile:: Gently of course.

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon mumbled something that the computer interpreted as Deck 1. Since she had access now that she was a relief helm officer, the turbolift beep booped and deposited the... uh... sleepwalking Val on the bridge just in time for this discussion! ::

Rhan K'hal: I imagine the punishment her head was giving her was at least up to your strict rule reminders. :: flicks an ear at the door, looks over :: Speak of the devil, what are you doing back up here already?

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Lifts her brows::

Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: I have discharged as many as I can.

Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda:: I am not going to ask anyone else to do it.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Good. I've already sent word to the bridge. The Enterprise will be expecting their crew back soon.

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'm-uh, um, you're gonna need..." :: She wasn't making any sense, that's for sure. Her gaze was unfocused, she was clearly... not all there, at the moment. :: "Gonna need clearance..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah, thanks. ::Feeling stupid, he shuffled over to the correct panel where his Excalibur engineering partner had been waiting impatiently.::

Hakran K'hal: Looks like there's going to be a pretty short drop-off between leading and losing us. :: pokes at the console forlornly :: We're going to have to maintain a spatial distance of 200 meters, otherwise any further and the communications will be out of sync temporally.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::glances to Rhan::

William Chocox: Happens to the best of us!

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda snorted again.:: You might not ask, but you're going to have volunteers. You're sure as hell not going to be doing it.

Cptn Swain: And if I said Captain's prerogative?

Maryse Dubois: :;Watches as the E-Med Team is escorted out of sickbay. She gives them a final farewell.::

Rhan K'hal: :: looks back to the goldshirt he'd pegged earlier :: This time you ARE going to lead Lt Carillon to sickbay, even if you have to throw her over your shoulder :: frowned at Carillon :: Take the express route, and explain to whatever medical personnel you get hold of what happened.

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Frowns:: This mission better be over soon.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: managed to say "aye sir" without his voice breaking, and manages to herd Carillon toward the lift ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> We should plan to use the [name of my yacht]. It still has the computer modifications from our previous, mission.

Rhan K'hal: Obee> Enterprise signals their transporter room 2 is ready for transfers, sir. I've sent the word down below.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd mutiny and throw you in the brig. ::Flatly. She took another bite of her bar.:: You haven't seemed to grasp that you're the least expendable person on the ship.

Hakran K'hal: Not to mention still has the best computer on board. We'll have to warn Rhan we're going to have to unplug it though, he'll have to find a way to shore up the processing.

Maryse Dubois: ((Hey don't look at us, you named it.))

Indaura Ryssan: Glad that is over.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: tugging Carillon by the sleeve of whatever jumpsuit sickbay put her in, gets her into the lift and orders an express ride to sickbay ::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs in relief.:: Well we can at least let our priso...I mean patient out of her isolation room. ::grins.::

Cptn Swain: (( It's like the name of Arthur's horse or something ))

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tries to shove aside the goldshirt, whiffs it, and falls flat on her face, which finally wakes her up! :: "What the... my head..."

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Take it easy, s<queak>ir! We're on the way to sickbay.

Cptn Swain: I can't ask anyone else to risk their life on another possibly bad idea to get us home Miranda. You have to know that. ::He frowned.:: Besides, they'd still have you.

Maryse Dubois: ::Opens the isolation room, looking at Blue Irene.:: Somewhat good news. You can at least get out of this room.

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene looks SO RELIEVED. :: "Finally! I'm free! I can go get a drink!"

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: the lift doors open on deck 11, opposite the sickbay doors :: Just a little further, sir. :: tries to gently get Carillon back to her feet ::

Maryse Dubois: Ah ah...I said this room. Not sickbay.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: They like you better. I'm the mean one. ::Her fingers drummed on the arm of the sofa.:: You might not ask, but I certainly will. You're a passable pilot at best, Captain. Let a professional handle it. That's why we have them, you know.

Maryse Dubois: We still have guests on board.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods::

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I just want to go back to my room and sleep... the damn duranium plate in my head feels like it's on fire..." :: She reluctantly follows the goldshirt. ::

Cptn Swain: How many of those pilots can do the science though. ::He was beginning to suspect he was going to lose this fight.::

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: leads Carillon into sickbay, looking around desperately for someone to throw Carillon at ::

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's relief turned to dejection. :: "My prison cell got a little bigger."

Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Indeed

Hakran K'hal: All right, I think we have enough for me to take this to the Captain. :: Thalov :: If you'd continue working with the Lt I'd appreciate it, sir.

Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods::

Indaura Ryssan: :: To Irene :: Some prisons have no walls.

Cptn Swain: << Getting deep, itc >>

Maryse Dubois: I can clear you for light duty, but as I said, you can't leave sickbay yet. Not unless I can get a guarantee that you would be able to get to your quarters undetected.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The ship will be doing the science. All they have to do is be in position to relay the variables. Honestly, a probe could do the job just as well if it wouldn't be crushed.

Maryse Dubois: But not with a bunch of grease monkeys on board.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Hello? I have a... er... problem.

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene went back to laying on the biobed. :: "At least in here it's quiet..."

Hakran K'hal: :: nods and exits the lab, catching a lift ::

Cptn Swain: You're not going to let me go, are you?

Hakran K'hal: :: pops out onto the bridge ::

Irene Mincine: Carillon> "They already looked at me in here! It's the damn pills. I want to go back to my quarters."

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: since they apparently don't have a hostess in sickbay today, leads Carillon to the nearest biobed himself ::

Cptn Swain: << Llamrei is the name of the yacht, if anyone's wondering. >>

Hakran K'hal: (( yeah, "The Yacht" ))

Maryse Dubois: ::Hands her a padd.:: You should at least get up to speed on what is going on.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan :: Captain busy, bro?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, I'm not. ::Sharply.:: Though you could always be stupid and sneak aboard to take it off on yet another idiotic mission without telling me. I wouldn't recommend it, though.

Cptn Swain: I would never.

Rhan K'hal: Commander's in with him. She didn't look homicidal. This time.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That's what I thought the first time. ::Zing!::

Maryse Dubois: :;Sees someone else come into sickbay.:: What now? ::Approaches Carillon and the goldshirt.:: What happened?

Hakran K'hal: :: takes his chances with interrupting, goes and chimes the RR ::

Cptn Swain: ::He looked over sheepishly before being saved by the chimes:: I see they've figured out what I already did.

Cptn Swain: Come.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> She er... apparently sleepwalked onto the bridge, Doctor. She ah... woke up when she fell in the lift.

Hakran K'hal: :: enters the ready room :: I apologize for disturbing you, sirs, but we think we have the only way to make this work.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She couldn't help the little smug smile as she finished off the last of her ration, glancing toward the door.::

Cptn Swain: d'A> ::to Rhan:: Yeah, this mission needs to be over soon

Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene takes the PADD. :: "Well, maybe I can help out with the mission from here." :: Carillon looks pretty unhappy to be in sickbay. :: Carillon> "It's the stupid pills, that's all. I'm fine and I don't want to be here." :: She was bleeding from a small cut on her forehead. ::

Maryse Dubois: Is that so. ::Points to an empty bed.:: That one there if you please.

Rhan K'hal: I feel ya, commander, I feel ya.

Irene Mincine: :: She lays on the biobed. :: "When I was here like an hour ago, they said my medical records were missing from the computer, gave me a sedative, and told me to go to bed. I'd like to go back there now."

Irene Mincine: :: Meanwhile, Blue Irene's already trying to reprogram the replicator in her isolation room to spit out alcohol. ::

Indaura Ryssan: The Irene's are a handful.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The replicator just completely blinks out.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured for Hakran to continue.::

Hakran K'hal: :: nods, explains the whole pilot ship thing ::

Cptn Swain: ::Leans back, deciding not to steal Hakran's thunder::

Irene Mincine: Blue> "...oops..." :: She puts the replicator back together and pretends nothing happened. ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Taps on the monitor by the bed.:: You mean these files? ::Scans Carillon:: You are not going anywhere till I purge this excess caffeine from your system... Good lord... How much did you take?

Cptn Swain: ::Listens:: I see. Commander Hawthorne and I will consider that as we decide the final course of action. I'll want to talk to Captain Garrett too, about the risks to Enterprise.

Cptn Swain: Good work, Mister K'hal. I assume you'll want to use the Llamrei?

Hakran K'hal: A fighter would be too under-powered, a shuttle doesn't have the sensors. So yes, the yacht would be the best option, especially considering its increased computational abilities after the ah... last time we had to use her.

Irene Mincine: :: Her medical files were there, but there were some strange gaps in them... :: Carillon> "One an hour... 12 pills in a tube... I took at least a tube..."

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips out of sickbay now that the Doctor has things under control ::

Cptn Swain: When you all saved my butt. ::He said with another sigh:: Very good, start making the modifications. The Commander and I will talk with Captain Garrett, then make our decision.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Heh. ::Another little smug smirk, but she pointedly didn't look Swain's way.::

Cptn Swain: If there was nothing else, then Mister K'hal?

Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to facepalm.:: You are only supposed to have no more than one in a four hour span... ::Mixing a couple of vials before setting it in a hypo.::

Hakran K'hal: Aye, sir. There is the matter of who should be on board the Llamrei. Whoever it is, they'll need more than just a passing science background. Or more even than a solid background in another discipline. It's not just about pointing the nose in the right direction, as I'm sure you understand, Captain.

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tried not to laugh, then realized that made her headache even worse. She looked at Maryse with one bloodshot and one artificial eye. :: "You think any of us pilots follow those instructions?"

Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda for a moment, but nodded:: We'll take that under advisement.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted, not wanting to give Swain more ammunition.::

Hakran K'hal: Then I should get back down to the details. Captain, Commander. :: respectful nods in both directions ::

Maryse Dubois: Well you are going to if I have anything to do about it. ::Gives her the shot.:: This is a booster to help your liver deal with all the caffeine. I'm not going to give you anything to sleep. You have enough drugs in your system as it is.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips back onto the bridge ::

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over :: Doctor Dubois?

Maryse Dubois: After this is all over, we're going to have a talk about why there are gaps in your medical file.

Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Aye, sir.

Rhan K'hal: :: looks down to d'A :: You're gonna have to wait in line for that reminder, commander.

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon scoffed. :: "It's not like I put 'em there. Thanks for the, uh, booster, Dr. Dubois. Maybe I'll sleep again before the year's out."

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

Hakran K'hal: :: scrambles back into the lab before the end of the episode ::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM