USS Excalibur Sim Log - 09.08.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: During a trial of science's idea to return us to our correct time, a malfunction forced Excalibur to enter the temporal fissure without proper testing. As the curtain goes up, our heroes have just emerged from the fissure, but when?

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Hakran K'hal: We appear to have emerged from the temporal fissure. Attempting to ascertain... anything.

VonDrake: ::picking himself up off the floor, trying to gain some bearings on both himself and the ship::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Not liking these temporal travels ::

Cptn Swain: ::His hair was a mess::

Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene has completely disappeared now that they've exited the fissure. Blue Irene stumbled backwards away from where Red used to be, a look of horror on her face. ::

Rhan K'hal: Damage reports coming in from pretty well everywhere. Ship communications seem to be in order.

Hakran K'hal: :: first checks to see if the planet is still there, and if so, what kind of shape its in ::

William Chocox: ::drags himself upright with his console:: What's our status? ::tries his console::

Cptn Swain: Status report.

VonDrake: ::taps buttons, looks over to try and find William:: Damage reports coming in. Still trying to figure things out. It doesn't seem catastrophic though.

Rhan K'hal: We're in one piece, but barely. I have no subspace communications at all.

VonDrake: ::taps buttons:: But it is bad.

Maryse Dubois: :;Pulling herself off the floor.:: Everyone alright?

Cptn Swain: Lets figure out where ... and when we are.

William Chocox: ::waves at Ensign Von Drake:: I'm over here, and we'll see how bad it really is. I've seen this girl in some really rough spots.

Hakran K'hal: Sensors are intermittent, it's taking me a bit.

Cptn Swain: Can we get a visual on the planet?

VonDrake: ::taps more buttons, looks up to see William::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our warp field has collapsed. No telling if our engines are still functional. ::She shot engineering a message to request a status report on all systems.::

VonDrake: ::taps more buttons:: Engines are non-functional, still trying to get a fix on the issue. No warp..

Irene Mincine: "I'm all right... she's, she's gone..." :: Irene climbs to her feet. She's got a cut on her forehead from banging it on some equipment in her makeshift lab, but everything else about her looks fine. ::

Rhan K'hal: Not normally, but... :: hops down from mission ops, sets his PADD-XL down in the center of the room and activates a holographic projection with information piped from the visual EM band ::

William Chocox: ::sees Hawthorne's message and types out a reply:: We're trying to get our bearings down here, just heard from Ensign Von Drake that engines are not working.

Irene Mincine: :: Carillon's fast asleep strapped to a biobed, as well. She's not waking up any time soon, from Maryse's ministrations earlier. ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the cut.:: Thank goodness that isn't deep. :;Runs a dermal regenerator over it.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The planet appears to no longer be a temporal cesspool and in fact appears to be a bustling little colony world. Two Tamaran galleons are approaching.

Hakran K'hal: Mass is consistent with the planet, as are radio and infrared readings. Our advanced sensors are down, so I can't get any chronimetric readings.

VonDrake: ::tappity tap tap:: Structural Integrity, seems fine. But we'll probably want to run some deeper tests, temporal distortions can cause microfractures.

Rhan K'hal: :: looks over his hologram :: That's reassuring, though I suppose I'd better find a way to get communications active.

William Chocox: Yeah...that'll be the first thing I do once we know that the sensors work.

Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console, logs back in with the yacht computer, again.

Irene Mincine: :: The cut closes up just as quickly. :: "She disappeared, right in front of me. How could she just disappear?" :: She was preoccupied with Red's disappearance, certainly. ::

VonDrake: ::stops tapping and rotates his shoulder a little bit, having landed on it::

Rhan K'hal: Interfacing with the Llamrei. I have subspace communications back.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> They're hailing.

Rhan K'hal: What a surprise, they're hailing.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our engines are down. ::She said quietly to Swain.::

Hakran K'hal: :: uses Rhan's link with the yacht to see if he can get the chronometer sync from the nearest communications buoy, since he's pretty well blind otherwise ::

Cptn Swain: Put them through, audio only.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Shields are at twenty percent. No word yet on our weapons.

Rhan K'hal: Audio only, aye. : beep :: Channel open.

Cptn Swain: Tamaran> This is Captain Ruk of the Tamaran Empire to unidentified Federation vessel. Identify yourself.

VonDrake: ::starts back working on the engines:: The fusion reactor is not online, something to do with the magnetic coil it looks like.

Maryse Dubois: I don't pretend to know temporal physics. But maybe she was pulled back to her existence.

Rhan K'hal: :: makes sure he remembered to change the direct transponder sub-signal to read as coming from the Excal and not the Llamrei, doesn't want us seem like a beat to pulp liar ::

William Chocox: ::looks at his console:: Yeah, that'll do it. We may have to replace it.

VonDrake: ::looks at William:: Looks like it... Orders sir?

Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur. Sorry to just drop in on your like this Captain Ruk, and this may sound a bit strange but what is the date?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene calms down a bit, but is still agitated. :: "And I'm a biologist, not a temporal physicist. I guess... yeah. She must have gone back to where she came from."

William Chocox: We're not going anywhere without a functioning engine. Magnetic Coil it is. ::goes to find his toolkit in the mess that is Engineering::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Come on. Back on your feet. ::Helps her up.::

Rhan K'hal: :: imagines he hears a tension sting in the background audio, shakes head and promises self a nap at first opportunity ::

VonDrake: :::nods, tapping in an update to OPS about the magnetic coil::

Hakran K'hal: :: swivels to center for the wait for that stardate ::

Rhan K'hal: :: receives the update, forwards to the XO ::

Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excal+ ::after a moment:: July 23, 2388 by the Federation stardates. We detected a temporal anomaly just before you appeared.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks herself out ::

Cptn Swain: The longest July 23rd on record.

Rhan K'hal: :: lets out a long sigh ::

Hakran K'hal: :: expels air in time with his brother ::

Irene Mincine: :: She gets back to her feet with Maryse's help. She leans on her desk, checking all the monitoring stations she has set up. Frustrated and angry, she puts her fist through a paper-thin metal locker door. :: "Equipment's all down. No power. And no comms in this room, either."

Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to where Irene and Maryse are ::

Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That may be the best news I've heard in a while. It's... along story, but if you would be so kind as to connect us to Starfleet Command. You may also need to dispatch a vessel to some coordinates along your border.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sagged a little in relief and then rose, moving to the engineering console. She frowned at the incoming reports.::

VonDrake: ::sees William, go for a tool kit, grabs a random redshirt to go grab the replacement coil::

Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ Of course, Captain. Do you require assistance?

Hakran K'hal: :: gets enough faint connections from the nearest Federation comm array to confirm the date, gives a thumbs up in Swain's direction before returning to his mostly useless console ::

Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That would be of great use.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::While she was tapping, she sent along the good news to the other department heads. They'd returned to their own time.::

Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ We'll begin dispatching aid teams. My comms officer will work with yours to uplink to Starfleet.

Maryse Dubois: Hey! I don't have infinite medical supplies, you know. I'm sure a lot of things are down at the moment.

William Chocox: ::starts walking towards where the magnetic coil is:: This is going to be...harder than it should be honestly.

VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah, they never put these things in the easiest place to get at.

William Chocox: If I'm ever at a desk job designing ships that'll be one of the first things I implement.

Rhan K'hal: <q> Oh this will be fun. Routing a signal from Starfleet through a Tamaran vessel, through the Captain's Yacht into the starship systems. It'll be a miracle if some part doesn't just give up the ghost.

VonDrake: I'm sure the R&D Maintainability department will love you, sir.

Irene Mincine: "Sorry." :: She shakes out her hand, which is thankfully fine. :: "If she disappeared, does that mean we're back where we came from, too? This junk's not going to tell me anything."

Rhan K'hal: :: looks to see what he can do to avoid that ::

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda, with a wry grin::

William Chocox: Doubtful Ensign. I blow things up too much...allegedly.

Hakran K'hal: :: quietly steps into the lift, orders it down to sickbay ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catches Swain's look, and doesn't immediately scowl. Best he could hope for in that situation, of course. They may have been back, but their ship was in shambles.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::And she took that personally.::

Cptn Swain: Start spreading the word we're back in our own time and that the Tamarians will be over to help.

Hakran K'hal: :: exits on deck 11 with a group of the scraped and dinged coming in to get looked at ::

Cptn Swain: Rhan once you have the uplink, put it through to my ready room.

Hakran K'hal: :: enters sickbay and makes his way directly to Irene Central ::

Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. And sir... :: a beat :: Talk fast.

Hakran K'hal: :: sticks his head in, see's only one Blue Irene :: I suppose that was to be expected.

Maryse Dubois: ::Turns as Hakran enters.:: Did we make it back?

Rhan K'hal: :: gets on the horn with the Tamaran comm officer to make sure they can do this securely, among other considerations ::

Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Miranda, take charge of the damage assessment.

Hakran K'hal: Yes. We're approximately 242 seconds from when we left.

Irene Mincine: :: The sole remaining Irene looks down at the floor. :: "She... disappeared once we entered the fissure, sir. I couldn't do anything."

Irene Mincine: "We're home?" :: She perked up hearing that from Hak, with much relief on her face. ::

Hakran K'hal: Well, we're above the planet that we did manage to de-FUBAR, so we're a long way from Federation space, but we're when we're supposed to be.

VonDrake: ::starts mapping out the process of replacing a fusion reactor magnetic coil:: I'll cut power the engines.

Rhan K'hal: :: first attempt gets blocked as an attempt at hacking, swears ::

William Chocox: Thank you.

VonDrake: ::nods, moving over to the proper console and taps more buttons::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Working on it. ::She sighed as she received another handful of reports.:: Outlook not good. This is going to take months to repair.

Indaura Ryssan: We are back...but is everything the same or are we in a similar timeline?

Rhan K'hal: Okay, let's shed a layer. :: hurries up to grab his padd, then hands it to Swain :: Guess you can get comfy on the couch, sir. We'll try again in a minute.

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded soberly:: I'll be in my Ready Room.

VonDrake: ::runs a test to ensure all power flow is cut to the impulse engines reactor::

Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console and kicks the Excalibur system from the equation, using his already strong and secure connection with the Llamrei and his padd ::

Irene Mincine: "And the planet's back? I... I didn't commit xenocide on an entire planet?" :: She looked so relieved. ::

Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ This is Doctor Ryssan. Is everyone up there alright?

Hakran K'hal: We have crap left for sensors, no subspace. The planet is there, and we're in communication with the Tamarans that came from the planet. Though whether we're slightly shifted in some universe where someone's pet is named Butch instead of Fido, I can't say.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She quirked a brow at Indaura's comm and glanced up, scanning the bridge crew. No one had been complaining.::

VonDrake: ::looks to William:: We're good to go, sir. All power has been cut off to the impulse reactor

Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ As well as can be expected, Doctor.

Rhan K'hal: :: engages the second attempt at a signal to Starfleet, which thankfully goes through and trills on the padd he gave to Swain ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Hathorne to Engineering.

Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it'

Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it's just me then. Ryzzan out

William Chocox: ::as he walks up to the magnetic coil he looks at his left hand where one of his fingers is not going in the wrong direction per se, but it isn't right at the moment:: Huh, ow... ::quickly wraps it with some engineering tape before getting ready to replace the coil:: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here.

Cptn Swain: ::Begins filling in Tango 39 on their status::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Do you have any readings on our hull integrity? I need a damage assessment on all systems. Send me whatever you have.

Rhan K'hal: :: thanks his counterpart on the Tamaran vessel and sits back to monitor the signal, but not the conversation ::

Rhan K'hal: :: turns ears sideways at Indaura's comm :: How odd.

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Sure thing, I'll have Ensign Von Drake send it up. I'm about to replace a magnetic coil. ::Von Drake:: Ensign! Commander Hawthorne needs the closest thing to a damage assessment on all systems that we have!

Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, :: "Guess that would explain why all this monitoring equipment is out." :: She takes a seat on the swivel chair, starting to click it off even if it was already powered down. :: "I'm so ready to get off this ship for a while."

William Chocox: ::starts getting to work on the coil::

Hakran K'hal: Stop blaming yourself, Irene. If anything, you're a lucky survivor of my having to make a cold-blooded decision as the department chief. I'm sure Dr. Dubois probably has statistics for how many times you almost died since I first started milking you for your temporal DNA.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If it helps any, you can at least get back to your own quarters. No need to be cooped up in sickbay anymore.

Hakran K'hal: Which reminds me, there will be Tamarans coming over, so if you need any assistance or supplies. Again. Let Rhan know.

VonDrake: ::starts the damage assessment work up...Impulse engines down due to a damaged magnetic coil...Warp core offline...Internal sensors at 60%...Weapons fine...Structural Integrity fine, however the temporal travel could have caused microfractures that the internal sensors won't be able to pick up in their current state::

William Chocox: +Sickbay+ Hey...so...nothing urgent, but my pinky was pointed in a direction that's not typically normal, felt you should know for when you have time for me. Again, nothing urgent. I have it under control for the short term.

Irene Mincine: "I understand, sir. It's harder than it sounds to get over... well, everything that's happened to the ship, to me." :: Irene sighed. :: "We'll be at a starbase, I can look at some wide open spaces, finally get this fixed..." :: She put a hand over the kidney that Maryse had to remove weeks ago. ::

VonDrake: ::long range comms intermittent...overall power level at 64% with multiple power relay failures::

Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: In the meanwhile, the whole department can finally get some sleep, since we can't do much in the ship's current state. No sensors, not enough power, not enough processing time available.

Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "As long as there's no more temporal anomalies out here..."

Hakran K'hal: We're in no condition to investigate, or even crawl toward one.

Irene Mincine: "More of getting sucked back into one, I meant."

Hakran K'hal: I'm sure the Tamarans would be a little less helpful if we were towing one with us. Now shoo, the warden has freed you from your bondage.

Hakran K'hal: And if you need to talk to me, to anyone, just... well right now walk to their location. Later you can just call. Hopefully.

Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: All is fine on the bridge.

Irene Mincine: "Hopefully nobody raided my liquor stash..." :: Irene said as she wandered out of the lab room and toward the sickbay exit. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: waits for Irene to disappear ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Good. If the danger has passed, I want to get some of the staff onto sleep shifts.

Cptn Swain: << and >>

Irene Mincine: :: Irene wandered out of the room and toward the crew quarters. No disappearing! ::

Indaura Ryssan: Right.. it will take days to get everyone on the same page.

William Chocox: ::gets the panel off and grabs the magnetic coil and pulls::

Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: You'll see that she gets the help she needs, other than the kidney, Doctor?

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I already have a mental note to schedule counseling.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM