Sky Harbor Aegis | 13 September 2019

[Chirakis 1]

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/13/19 - 10:05 PM=/\=
23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144

TBS is 21 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local.
USS Toronto is in orbit. USS Calgary will soon take her place.
The gremlins's stench is slowly dissipating.
Security is at condition yellow.
Captain Chirakis has called senior command to the conference room for an update on the Alien Alliance.
Senior Command: Coleridge, Pavilion, Korjata, Cayne, and Tarisa.
 
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
 
mimipavilion: ::in the conference room::
Chirakis: ::in the conference room, fingers steepled as she decides how to begin and several other things:::
Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay::
Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC OPS:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the conference room, yawning ::
Tarisa: ::Enters the conference room, taking a seat.::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sipping his drink ::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters just behind Tarisa::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly, since she had been given medicine to help her the night before.::
Annisha: :: Getting ready for school... always getting ready for school ::
Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping as well, thanks to the same medicine::
Chirakis: ::checks who has entered, then secures the door:::
Chirakis: ::she leans back, deep in thought:::
Chirakis: Once again, I remind you that this information is confidential...
Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward, deep in listening::
Chirakis: We have new information on the Alien Alliance... and it is not good.
Chirakis: ::the image of a well-dressed businessman appears on the screen:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: frowns ::
Tarisa: ::Seeing the image, tilting her head::
mimipavilion: ::sees the image then looks at Chirakis::
Chirakis: The person onscreen is Ragor Tal. If you have not heard of him, you will know him now. He is responsible for Argesil, the incident that nearly destroyed the Joint Allied Powers.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks ::
mimipavilion: ::remembers the name, now can put a face to it::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Studies the picture ::
Scott Coleridge: ::has read too many briefs with that name::
Annisha: :: Gets her tea from the replicator ::
Chirakis: Last night, I conducted an experiment to see if Ragor Tal is involved in our situation. Normally, he would not be, but it seems that his operation has changed...
Chirakis: I gave the gremlins three similar images to look at, all dangerous, all horrific you might say. 
Chirakis: The first two were of interest to them, and nothing more.
Alexis McFarland: ::curls up in bed, still asleep::
Chirakis: However :::she changes the screen to another image:::
mimipavilion: ::looks at the screen again and sees another image::
Chirakis: As soon as this image appeared, they gasped, backed off, and went into a high-pitched screams. Their screams alerted the officers on watch. Within seconds, a Quick Reaction Force raced down the corridor. By then, the gremlins had huddled together in their nests in silence, some whimpering and shaking, definitely traumatized.
Tarisa: ::Curious.::
mimipavilion: ::hears the Captain::
Chirakis: As you can see.... he is a person of nightmares: a tall, massive humanoid clad in leather and carrying some of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy, ranging from disruptors and handmade plasma weapons to explosives and assorted caustic acid bombs and several glistening knives.
Chirakis: This man ::she swivels to look at him:: is Kran Magkor, Ragor Tal’s primary assassin and a master of torture.
Chirakis: According to Starfleet Security, his ship is highly advanced, probably furnished by the Alien Alliance.
Chirakis: It is entirely possible that he brought the gremlins here, and that Ragor Tal is a leader of the Alien Alliance.
Chirakis: ::she sighs and turns back to face the others::: We believe that Kran Magkor or one of his cronies forced the gremlins to board Aegis and plant a quantity of metal on deck 188.
Chirakis: The gremlins have been given sanctuary. Security is at condition yellow.
Chirakis: Deck 188 is now completely off limits, ostensibly because we are cleaning up the area to make it habitable.
Tarisa: May I ask what type of metal?
Chirakis: That has yet to be determined. 
Chirakis: Our Explosive Ordnance personnel are examining it now.
Chirakis: ..and the reason why deck 188 is off limits.
Scott Coleridge: ::holds off on the sardonic remarks for the end::
Chirakis: Any more questions?
Chirakis: ::looks around the room, leaving the image of Kran Magkor onscreen:::
Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: raises hand ::
Chirakis: ::nod:: Commander Korjata.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been considering decks 189 and 187 as well. The metal analysis will determine the real risk.
Chirakis: Regarding the decks, Commander Korjata, I will take the into consideration. If anyone asks, we are refurbishing those areas.
Nijil tr'Korjata: How recent is that picture?
Chirakis: The image is quite recent.
Scott Coleridge: Do we have any idea why Tal is becoming more aggressive now?
mimipavilion: ::listens::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Knows Tal's type ::
mimipavilion: ::has a good hunch on why he's becoming aggressive, if memory serves her right::
Annisha: :: Adds sugar to her bitter tea ::
Chirakis: Regarding "why now" - He has seen an opportunity and is making the most of it.
Chirakis: ::changes the image back to Tal:: Burn this image into your memory.
Chirakis: You must not miss him if he passes.
mimipavilion: ::stares at the picture::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Does he operate out of a ship, base?
Chirakis: He operates out of anywhere he chooses. He could easily be on Aegis now, so be vigilant. Security is aware, and an alarm will come to me if he is here.
Chirakis: ::leaning forward:: Dr. Pavilion, what is the condition of the gremlins?
mimipavilion: Their physical condition is stable, but given what you mentioned about Magkor, their mental status has me concerned. I'll look into a treatment that will help them with their psychological condition.
Chirakis: ::she nods agreement slowly::
Alexis McFarland: ::yawns and stretches::
Chirakis: Alert Dr Sandero regarding the gremlins and what to look for. They will need psychological help for some time. I doubt that they will return to the home world for a while. I have contacted billeting for their comfort.
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Chirakis: ::looks around the table:: Comments? Questions?
Tarisa: ::Shakes head no for the moment.::
Chirakis: My office is always open for questions. Once again, do not discuss this elsewhere.
Chirakis: Very well. Dismissed.
Chirakis: ::blanks the screen and stands slowly, waiting for them to leave:::
Scott Coleridge: ::heads for the CnC::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to get up ::
mimipavilion: :: leaves for medical::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Bumps into Njil :: Sorry SubCommander..
Tarisa: ::Exits the room.::
Chirakis: :::moves to the window where USS Toronto is berthed:::
mimipavilion: ::takes the tl to medical::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods ::
Fletcher Jackson: ::working hard, he's forgotten the donuts... for now::
Alexis McFarland: ::smacks her lips and crawls out of bed.. puts on her slippers::
mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical::
Chirakis: ::exits the conference room and heads toward her office, then stops, thinking:::
Chirakis: :::approaches Scott:: Commander, a word in my office.
mimipavilion: ::stops for a minute and then goes into her office to get her thoughts together::
Scott Coleridge: ::nods and follows Chirakis::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Heads out of the CnC, waves to his mate ::
Chirakis: ::enters the office, waiting for the door to be secure before she begins:::
Dacia Sandero: ::helping out some patients in sickbay::
Alexis McFarland: ::goes to the bathroom to freshen up::
Annisha: :: Gets her pack and padd, heads out the door ::
Chirakis: Commander, I could be a liability to Aegis if Ragor Tal is truly involved in this. He would like nothing more than to take me hostage and make demands for my freedom. You must NOT listen to him. We have a long history. If I am captured, your only thought should be for the station, and leave me to him. Is that understood?
Alexis McFarland: ::replicates some breakfast::
Scott Coleridge: ::blinks::
Scott Coleridge: Wait, let me make sure I understand this
mimipavilion: ::goes to the door of her office:: Dacia could you come here for a minute.
Chirakis: ::listening:::
Dacia Sandero: ::hears:: Oh yeah, sure. ::heads to Mimi's office::
Scott Coleridge: You're telling me that if you're captured, I *shouldn't* plan, organize, and execute some kind of incredibly risky and dangerous rescue operation?
Chirakis: Exactly.
mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk::
Dacia Sandero: ::enters the office:: What's up?
Chirakis: In fact, you should not listen to him at all.
Scott Coleridge: Oh good.
Scott Coleridge: Because planning dangerous rescue operations is not exactly in my wheelhouse.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to find Orrak ::
Tarisa: :;Heads to her office.::
Chirakis: Then let me rephrase...
Chirakis: No one on Aegis, including all of security, should attempt a rescue.
mimipavilion: ::Motions to take a seat:: We need to figure out what the extent of the gremlins mental health is and to find a therapy to help them.
Chirakis: In other words, you are not to order anyone to attempt a rescue.
Annisha: :: Goes to find Lexy ::
Fletcher Jackson: ::looks around, noticing the tension in CnC:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters a lift :: Auxiliary engineering deck...
Scott Coleridge: Yes, good.
Dacia Sandero: ::sits down:: Okay. They're pretty hard to read telepathically, but I think we can assess them. They seem to take a liking to you and a ..tolerance of me.
Scott Coleridge: Seriously, not doing things is very easy.
Chirakis: I have noticed this ::she gives a slight grin:::
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Scott Coleridge: In the event of your capture I will most definitely allow you to be tortured, probably slowly to death, while I vehemently ignore Ragor Tal's communications.
Scott Coleridge: You have my word.
Chirakis: So noted, Commander.
Dacia Sandero: So how should we get started on that front?
Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of toast with butter::
Scott Coleridge: Wait
Annisha: Lexy... there you are
Scott Coleridge: I just thought of something
Scott Coleridge: What if Ragor Tal tells me *not* to rescue you?
Chirakis: :::chuckle:::
mimipavilion: We need to talk with them.
Chirakis: That you must decide yourself.
Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: I guess this is what they mean when they talk about command decisions.
Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: all right... you seem to be going a good job communicating with them
Chirakis: Indeed it is.
Alexis McFarland: ::eating her toast:: Mm. Hey Annisha.
Annisha: Toast... again?
Chirakis: ::leaning against her desk, arms crossed with a faint smile, she can't help thinking that she chose an excellent XO:::
Chirakis: If that is all, Commander, you are dismissed.
Dacia Sandero: Yes, toast and cereal. But maybe not for long.. my parents should be arriving in the next couple of days. You should come up and visit me in the VIP suites... it should be ok as long as you have permission to come up.
Scott Coleridge: Aye, Captain. I'm off to plan ways not to rescue you, just to be prepared.
mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: That's what I wanted to bring to your attention.
Alexis McFarland: Yes, toast and cereal. But maybe not for long.. my parents should be arriving in the next couple of days. You should come up and visit me in the VIP suites... it should be ok as long as you have permission to come up.
Chirakis: Of course.
Dacia Sandero: Yes?
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 9/13/19
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Well done. Dran and Jylliene should be back next week. TBS will be 5 hours - long enough to settle down and have a good lunch.
Chirakis: Comments, Commander?
Scott Coleridge: Nope
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Chirakis: Seeing none, Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.