Sky Harbor Aegis | 25 October 2019

[Chirakis 1]

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 25 October 2019
26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147

TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local.
After 38 hours. the station glitches have subsided.
30 Starfleet engineers are on arrival.
At sim begin we are in the conference room to discuss the next step.
 
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mimipavilion: ::in the conference room::
Dacia Sandero: ::settles into her seat in the conference room::
Andrew Minard: ::seated at the far end of the table, face in palm::
Scott Coleridge: ::sits in a seat in the conference room, only to realize it's not his seat, so he gets up and sits in the correct seat::
Johnson Kenyon: ((sorry... should have asked a question. is it 38 hours since last time or 38 hours since the glitches?))
Johnson Kenyon: ::at conference room::
Chirakis: ::gathering information in her office before moving to the conference.:::
Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, minding the store::
Alexis McFarland: ::heading to the food court with Miana and Annisha::
Chirakis: (38 hours since the glitches began, I believe)
Andrew Minard: ::scrolling through a PADD with stylus::
Chirakis: ::entering the conference room, she settles into the chair as she tosses her tablet onto the desk, as worn as the rest of them are:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::much more comfortable in the conference room this round::
Chirakis: ::notes that the others are struggling to stay awake::: Very well, let us proceed...
Dacia Sandero: ::listens::
Andrew Minard: ::eyes forward::
Chirakis: ::taking a deep breath:: So far we have had red alerts, lockdowns, replicators playing games, and a few other things...
Scott Coleridge: ::regards Chirakis, knows that she's trying to keep everyone focused on the immediate problem, but also that she would much rather have a concrete enemy to fight instead of these phantoms::
Chirakis: Before we begin that, know that Starfleet's 30 prime engineers have just docked and will be taking our places for a while..
Chirakis: Therefore.... beginning with engineering, Commander Korjata, have you any ideas on what has been happening on the station and why it might be happening?
Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at Nijil::
Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at Nijil::
Chirakis: ::a yeoman enters with fresh coffee and assorted other things that could keep us awake:::
Chirakis: ::she nods and the yeoman exits:::
Scott Coleridge: ::does not look at Nijil to avoid making him feel like everyone is looking at him::
mimipavilion: ::looks at Nijil::
Chirakis: Commander Korjata, you may defer to one of your engineers if you wish.
Johnson Kenyon: ::hesitates to step in just yet::
Johnson Kenyon: ::wishes he were closer to Nijil to elbow him awake::
Johnson Kenyon: Captain, if I may
Chirakis: ::notes the commander's exhaustion::: Mr Kenyon, you were close to the situation as an engineer. Please do.
Johnson Kenyon: Obviously we are all very tired and struggling to keep alert
Andrew Minard: ::logs out of his PADD and sits back to listen::
Johnson Kenyon: To this point, we've had a series of glitches with time between them... this could be a sophisticated virus, but we really have been too busy to do a thorough diagnosis
Johnson Kenyon: It seems like some sort of an attack to disable the Aegis
Chirakis: ::listening, focused:::
Alexis McFarland: ::orders some food at Blubby's::
Chirakis: ::considers that::: So you believe that it could be an internal attack?
Chirakis: Have you any ideas how that might progress?
Johnson Kenyon: All I can say for sure is I don't think it is done yet
Chirakis: ::thoughtful nod:::
Johnson Kenyon: It seems like something might be attempting to become familiar with all our systems
Tarisa: ::Was quietly sitting in the meeting, listening to the others.::
Chirakis: ::quirks a brow, then glances at Scott:::
Tarisa: Miana> :;With Alexis:: Are you sure it is ok to order that?
Scott Coleridge: I've been trying to come up with possible vectors.
Johnson Kenyon: If it were I and I had developed a virus... I would certainly use this sort of thing to ferret out weaknesses or hide my activities
Scott Coleridge: My systems analysis seems to point to a virus, but the deeper I dig, the more it seems like there's something else happening. That the virus is a red herring, or perhaps only a small part of a larger offensive.
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm. Yes, Dacia said it was fine. It's either that or eat another ration.
Scott Coleridge: I agree that the source is almost certainly on the station somewhere.
Chirakis: And how would that get aboard?
Tarisa: Computer Sciences is currently analyzing the virus, and hopefully they can locate the source.
Scott Coleridge: You found the virus?
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Ensign Minard did.
Scott Coleridge: ::hopes his interjection comes across as curious rather than acrimonious, but they've all been running on very little sleep::
Chirakis: ::looks to Minard::: Ensign?
Dacia Sandero: ::an interested 'hmm' sound::
Chirakis: ::also expects information from medical:::
Tarisa: Miana> No more rations! ::Orders a Blubby Meal.::
Andrew Minard: Yes Captain... the replicator program is different from the factory installed software.
Alexis McFarland: Kehehe..
Chirakis: Explain.
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and raises his finger::
Chirakis: ::notes Kenyon, waiting for Minard to finish:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::puts finger down and looks to Minard::
Andrew Minard: The replicator software I downloaded onto my tricorder is clearly alien and incompatible with our hardware.
Fletcher Jackson: ::billeting in progress for SF engineers who are now aboard:::
Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table and unwraps her Blubby wrap::
Chirakis: Then.... how could this virus - if it is a virus - come aboard this station?
Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil will start snoring::
Scott Coleridge: Not to besmirch any of our departments and their skills, but once someone has physical access to our systems, bypassing security becomes a matter of when, not if.
Andrew Minard: My theory is, the virus infected the organic supplies.
Andrew Minard: The bulk storage containers with foodstuffs.
Dacia Sandero: Hmm.
Chirakis: :::Andrew::: Continue.
Andrew Minard: The "virus" could have been transformed from biological to technological.
mimipavilion: ::a little concerned, considering that it's almost reminiscent of a similar action taken on the old station::
Andrew Minard: It would be a most insidious way to infect the stations systems. Easily perpetrated.
Johnson Kenyon: I... uh... respectfully disagree
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Either edits himself not speaking in the meeting, or just getting there, whatever was funnier ::
Chirakis: :::turns to Kenyon::: Mr Kenyon, go on.
Johnson Kenyon: Well, we don't use bulk storage of organic material in the way he suggests
Johnson Kenyon: everything in the food replicators is produced through programming of mater-energy transfer
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Deep in several padds of data, Nijil lapsed in and out of attention as his head was filling up with tales of replication and virii ::
Johnson Kenyon: we aren't copying it and beam it to another location.
Andrew Minard: Au contraire!
Johnson Kenyon: the food replicators and the organic food supplies are not commingled except maybe by the cargo transporters
Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to Minard::: Continue, Mr. Kenyon.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: piped up :: There are protein re-sequencers, but they are merely in storage. They make only a passable salisbury steak.
Johnson Kenyon: the organic food supplies are used almost exclusively by the restaurants
Johnson Kenyon: ::notices Nijil is alert again::
Nijil tr'Korjata: And there is Gah to go around
Andrew Minard: The replicators use molecular synthesis of organic suspension.
Tarisa: ((You guys make we want to dust off my DS9 technical manual. lol ))
Chirakis: So... again I ask... how did it come aboard the station?
Johnson Kenyon: Chief, do these organic food stock intermingle with the replicators?
Nijil tr'Korjata: They do not
Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink::
Johnson Kenyon: It's most likely that the virus or alien code.... if you will... was planted in some benign system. Perhaps the food replicators on the civilian decks
Johnson Kenyon: food replicators do not have nearly the same level of security
Scott Coleridge: Intermingling isn't necessary if, as Ensign Minard suggested, someone used the material as a vector for smuggling the virus into the station to avoid our security checks. Regardless, this doesn't actually answer the captain's question.
Scott Coleridge: Can we trace the origin point? Or do we have another way of locating the security breach?
Tarisa: I may have a suggestion. It may be a shot in the dark, so to speak, but have the...Gremlins shared any possible information on this?
Nijil tr'Korjata: The virus was the programming kind.
Chirakis: 10:45
Johnson Kenyon: I agree. I don't believe the virus is airborne... but frankly there is a degree of speculation...
Johnson Kenyon: we just haven't had much time to search for it and have been putting out the problems it has caused
Nijil tr'Korjata: For that matter, are they the entry point? Someone could have planted a device on them to infiltrate our systems.
mimipavilion: ::answering Tarisa's question:: I highly doubt that the gremlins would know what that type of programming is.
Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't say much about the gremlin situation because he knows there are dimensions to it that some people in the room aren't cleared for::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe the virus was just a Roman in the horse
Scott Coleridge: I have a suggestion, then.
Tarisa: But perhaps they witnessed something? Not saying they did it themselves.
Dacia Sandero: Ah, I see what you mean
Chirakis: :::holds up a hand::: Rather than speculate, how could it possibly have gotten on the station? Go ahead Commander Coleridge.
Tarisa: But all of these events have been too close together to be coincidence.
Scott Coleridge: First, I suggest that all of us get a solid eight hours of sleep. Then, I suggest we let the newly-arrived engineers handle any new glitches that come up, while our regular engineers turn the station inside-out looking for the source of said glitches.
Scott Coleridge: Coordinate with security to search for suspicious activity in the past few days near potentially vulnerable access points.
Dacia Sandero: I agree with that suggestion.
mimipavilion: ::nods in agreement with Scott::
Tarisa: ::Nods.::
Johnson Kenyon: ::nods::
Chirakis: ::settles back in her chair:::
Scott Coleridge: Let the new engineers be our firewall while we provide the antivirus, so to speak.
Scott Coleridge: We need to get ahead of this thing before whoever is behind it decides to stop toying with us...or probing, learning, testing… and does something truly dangerous.
Chirakis: ::nods confirmation:::
Johnson Kenyon: I have one additional suggestion
Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Kenyon::
Johnson Kenyon: We need to have a plan in case one of these glitches affects a critical system... shuts off the life support or causes one of the reactors to fail or something
Chirakis: Our Starfleet engineers will definitely be on the watch for such things, Mr. Kenyon.
Johnson Kenyon: The Chief has been trying to get a proper mirror image of the computer core in to reimage the core... shut down and re-initialize the whole system
Andrew Minard: But perhaps that is exactly what they want us to do!
Nijil tr'Korjata: Not the core, just the base replicator and replicator database.
Chirakis: :::holds up a hand::: And we are back to speculating.....
Andrew Minard: Sorry sir.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Right, which is all we have now.
Chirakis: For now... you are dismissed. Get a good rest. Hopefully SF engineers will have something for us tomorrow morning.
Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and walks out::
Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Commander, anything else?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up and wobbles ::
Chirakis: :::attaching her tablet to the belt around her waist:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::turns around to look for Nijil:: Chief... ::moves to him::
mimipavilion: ::gets up, stretches and heads out::
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not until I've had more sleep.
Andrew Minard: ::looks at Tarisa::
Chirakis: :::nods::: Agreed.
Tarisa: ::Gets up and stretches.::
Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: These visiting engineers don't know the station like we do... they might need someone to show them around
Dacia Sandero: ::heads out as well::
Nijil tr'Korjata: The Romulan equivalent of coffee is, not for everyone.
Chirakis: :::stands to stretch:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: If au are up to it au may give them a crash course. I need some of them to look over the code...by hand.
Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: I think this problem is already past the food replicators
Andrew Minard: ::grabs his PADD and storms out of the room::
Tarisa: ::Perks up as she watches Andrew leave.::
Chirakis: ::noting the conversation with Nijil::: SF engineers know the station well. I would not worry about that, Commander.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Each station is different. Do what au need to do.
Johnson Kenyon: Right now, we all need some sleep...
Andrew Minard: ::heads straight for his quarters to sleep::
mimipavilion: ::arrives on her deck and goes to her quarters::
Tarisa: ::Yawns a little, her tail lazily waving back and forth.::
mimipavilion: ::enters her quarters and yawns::
 
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
 
Chirakis: A very interesting "discussion" for those who are exhausted.
Chirakis: TBS will be to the next day at 0700.
Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, thoughts?
Scott Coleridge: Nope
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Chirakis: Seeing none...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.