Sky Harbor Aegis | 30 August 2019

[Chirakis 1]

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/30/19 - 10:05 PM=/\=
23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144

TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local.
Command crew now knows what is going on behind the scenes.
USS Toronto is in Aegis orbit, the rest of the Strike Force is in the area.
Our gremlin is producing some very interesting images on his tablet.
So far everything is moving smoothly.
 
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
 
Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC at his station::::
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Jylliene: ::CnC, ops::
Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well::
Chirakis: :::In her office, finalizing sensitive reports:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station::
Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, drinking tea and catching up on reports::
Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sleeping (yeah right)
Chirakis: :::leaning back in her chair, she considers a report that she did not expect::::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: At rock bottom....of the station ::
Chirakis: ::reads through it several times, giving it due consideration:::
Scott Coleridge: ::reviews the information shared at the recent briefing, considers what this means in the bigger picture::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns ::
mimipavilion: ::is not surprised with the minimal traffic that came through last night::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Catching up on other life science tasks underway in and around the station::
Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Commander, my office if you have a moment.
Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Acknowledged.
Chirakis: :::stands and moves to a classified area, retrieves something, checks it, then secures the area and remains standing:::
Scott Coleridge: ::leaves his office and scoots over to Chirakis'::
Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.::
Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some patients::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Is it time?
Chirakis: ::As he enters, Kirel hands Scott a message from Starfleet:::
Chirakis: Perhaps.
Chirakis: I will let you be the judge.
Scott Coleridge: ::reads the message, frowns:: I see.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off his station and goes over to Jylliene :: Commander, I am heading to an appointment in medical.
Chirakis: Indeed. ::leaning against her desk:::
Chirakis: What say you?
Jylliene: ::nods to Cayne:: Very well.
Tarisa: ::Grabbing a PADD she had on her station.::
Scott Coleridge: I think it's long overdue, personally. Especially given what we're facing now.
Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing, making sure that there are no collisions:::
Chirakis: Agreed.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters the lift :: Medical.
Chirakis: ::she reaches to her desk:: +Kital+ Commander, call Dr Pavilion to my office.
Jylliene: +Chirakis+ acknowledged.
Chirakis: These are trying times, Commander.
Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops to Dr Pavilion
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters medical :: Doctor?
mimipavilion: +Jyl+ This is Dr. Pavilion
Jylliene: +Mimi+ The captain would like to see you in her office.
mimipavilion: +Jyl+ On my way.
Dacia Sandero: Hello? ::hears someone come in::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Doctor... Sandero right?
Dacia Sandero: Yes, hello Commander.
Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Ops to Captain Chirakis. Doctor Pavilion is on her way.
mimipavilion: ::exits her office, waves at Dacia:: I'm meeting with the captain.
Chirakis: ::turns toward her office window::: +Jyl+ Understood.
Dacia Sandero: All right. Well, I hope you didn't want to meet with Dr Pavillion.
mimipavilion: ::goes to the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC::
Chirakis: Trying times, Commander. ::turns back to face him:::
mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later and goes to the Chirakis' office and rings the chime::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How good
Chirakis: Enter.
mimipavilion: ::enters:: You wanted to see me ma'am.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: clears throat :: How good are you folks at alterations?
Scott Coleridge: ::standing next to Chirakis' desk::
Chirakis: Indeed. Commander Coleridge, proceed.
Scott Coleridge: Dr. Pavilion, following the briefing yesterday, you now understand the precarious balance of power in this region?
Chirakis: ::her expression is dour:::
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Dacia Sandero: Alterations? Like changing one's appearance?
Tarisa: ::Takes the PADD she had grabbed, and headed for the lift once a replacement crewman arrived.::
Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene:: Coffee, ma'am? :::stands to refresh his cup:::
Scott Coleridge: Starfleet Intelligence will be tasking additional resources to this region soon. Captain Chirakis and I have decided that we will need someone with the appropriate clearance and track record to review the daily reports that will be arriving from now on.
Jylliene: That would be welcome.
Fletcher Jackson: You got it, ma'am. Donut?
mimipavilion: ::gets a little suspicious:: Alright?
Jylliene: Gladly, if there is one.
Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Chocolate? Sprinkles? Jelly?
Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to Life Sciences level.::
Jylliene: Surprise me.
Jylliene: ::grins::
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Would you say Dr. Pavilion has sufficient experience, Captain? Has she served on Aegis long enough?
Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: You sure about that, ma'am?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Sandero :: I'm thinking something so I can pass a scanner.
Jylliene: I am.
Jylliene: ::chuckles::
Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: I would say she has more than sufficient experience, Commander. And it's not a matter of time served on Aegis, it is a matter of control, discipline, and focus.
Tarisa: ::Enters the Lab.::
Dacia Sandero: Okay. A very good scanner, I imagine? Well, I think it's possible
Scott Coleridge: Good point.
Chirakis: Although, she does have considerable time served.
Jylliene: ::returns attention to the console::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to himself :: I feel like Atlas from my daughter's Cultures of the Federation class.
Fletcher Jackson: :::chooses her favorite donut, wraps it in a napkin, and fills her cup:::
mimipavilion: ::looks between the two::
Chirakis: Proceed, Commander.
Scott Coleridge: That being said... the position would take up a lot of time. And we know you're already quite busy as the chief medical officer.
Scott Coleridge: So we will be finding another.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I may need some alterations on a genetic level that may be... challenging to undo.
Fletcher Jackson: :::steps down ,trying not to spill anything::: Here you go, ma'am. :::sets it down next to her:::
Jylliene: Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
Jylliene: I appreciate it.
Fletcher Jackson: Any time, ma'am.
Scott Coleridge: Instead, we've called you here to recognize your long and dedicated service to Aegis by promoting you to the rank of full Commander, with all rights, responsibilities, and perquisites thereof.
Dacia Sandero: ::glances at Cayne:: Hmm.. I see. What'd you have in mind?
Chirakis: ::Hands him the box:::
mimipavilion: ::surprised::
Scott Coleridge: ::takes the box, opening it to reveal the solid gold pin::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I don't want something on the friendly side, something on the adversarial side.. :: shakes head :: Something I'll have to practice. Common.
Tarisa: :;Walking around the lab, stopping at a few projects that were in progress.::
Fletcher Jackson: ::goes to fill his own mug:::
Scott Coleridge: If I may, Doctor?
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Scott Coleridge: ::removes the black and gold pip and pins on the new gold one:: Congratulations.
mimipavilion: Thanks.
Dacia Sandero: ::Raises brow:: You mean like a Cardassian, or a Breen?
Chirakis: Congratulations, Doctor. And thank you. Starfleet is proud of your service, as are we.
mimipavilion: ::smiles::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sings softly, in Rihan :: I got the world on a string...
Chirakis: ::leads her to the door, it opens, and Kirel steps out next to Mimi::: Attention to Orders.
mimipavilion: ::follows and stands ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe a newer foe... Just to let you know, I've been a Cardassian.
Chirakis: By the authority vested in my by Starfleet Command, I give you Commander Pavilion.
Tarisa: ::Taking interest a project at the end of the table. It was in an incubator.::
Jylliene: ::grins at attention::
Dacia Sandero: Hm. What was that like? Sorry, never mind. Anything particular in mind? I dunno.. Species 8472?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I was very convincing.
Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. :::to the rest:: As you were.
Dacia Sandero: That's nice. I'm sure you were.
mimipavilion: ::relaxes::
Jylliene: Congratulations, Commander. ::to Mimi::
mimipavilion: Thanks.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: 8472? :: thinks :: Oh, if you could do that you'd win whatever the Interstellar Nobel prize is
Alexis McFarland: :: Eating her breakfast like a good girl...reads the box :: Blubby Blast Cereal... the Blubbiest
Dacia Sandero: Hah, I wish. I've never changed anyone's physical appearance before.
Alexis McFarland: ::awake and eating a bowl of Kling-O's::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's only part of it.. making me look the part.. .I would have had quite the career if I could shapeshift... oh, can you do that?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating her breakfast as well.::
Chirakis: :::Scott, just as she turns to enter her office::: Commander... that is a very strange and potent smell.
Chirakis: ::slight cough::: Very potent.
Dacia Sandero: Err, probably not unless you took lessons from Odo.
mimipavilion: ::leaving and hears Chirakis::
Chirakis: Inform engineering that there is a problem with the internal ventilation system.
Scott Coleridge: What? ::shifts over and sniffs:: Oh. Oh yes.
mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to medical::
Fletcher Jackson: ::his headset was on, so he didn't notice anything until he sipped his coffee::
Dacia Sandero: But, I think we have the tech on hand to perform a pretty good guise. I hope Dr. Pavilion is more familiar with this aspect though. I've never done anything like this before myself.
mimipavilion: ::arrives back in medical and goes to find Dacia::
Scott Coleridge: If there's nothing else, I'll get back to reports and updating duty rosters.
Chirakis: Very well. Carry on.
Fletcher Jackson: ::sniffs the cup, puts it aside, then smells the air:::
Alexis McFarland: ::reading a note from her parents, that they should be arriving sometime next week. They also have their VIP suite assigned on the station as well::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working at the bottom of the station ::
Jylliene: ::ponders::
Dacia Sandero: Ahh, welcome back. ::sees the new pip on her collar:: Oooh. Congrats!
mimipavilion: Thanks.
Chirakis: :::remembering the workload Scott has::: Commander Kital, inform engineering that there is a problem with the ventilation system.
Jylliene: Yes ma'am.
Chirakis: 10:50 PM
Jylliene: +Eng+ Ops to Engineering.
mimipavilion: ::looks at Wyatt:: What seems to be the problem?
Fletcher Jackson: ::smells like puke, kind of, but maybe worse than puke?:::
Scott Coleridge: ::vanishes back to his office::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Engineering, err, here
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Looking for a new look doctor... more foe than friend.
Jylliene: +Eng+ There seems to be some kind of problem with the ventilation system up here.
mimipavilion: Care to explain why you need the new look
Dacia Sandero: ::nods::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Let me see... :looks at this padd ::
Alexis McFarland: Ooh, our furniture and stuff will arrive and be setup ahead of us.. ::Munches on her cereal::
Chirakis: :::in her office, she ups the scrubber system so she can actually breathe:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ There's a routing issue..
Chirakis: ::sits to contact Starfleet Intelligence:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'm going to override the automatic system and push it to full. You'll all hear a hum from the filtration system.
Chirakis: ::relaxes in her chair, wishing she could open the window:::
Jylliene: +Eng+ Is it quickly fixable? It's getting rather stagnant - thank you.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Something for the future Doctor.
Fletcher Jackson: ::doesn't want any more coffee:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll have to get the environ teams on the case.
Fletcher Jackson: ::or donut, or whatever::
Jylliene: +Eng+ The more quickly, the better, before everyone up here gets sick.
mimipavilion: Ok, we'll just need to discuss in detail to decide whether or not it's a no go.
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll prep the auxiliary command center just in case.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 8/30/19
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: For those of you who are not familiar with Dr Pavilion, she has been on Aegis for 596 simulations, missing only one when the power went out.
Chirakis: You do the math as to the number of years.
Chirakis: That said, TBS will be 1 hour.
Tarisa: How many gold leaves are cluttering the closet?
Chirakis: Too many. Her closet is overflowing. We'll have to get her a new one.
Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, words for the crew?
Scott Coleridge: Nope
Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew?
Chirakis: Seeing none...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.