Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 November 2019

[Chirakis 1]

Aegis Mission Brief
28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 

TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local.
Science and engineering work on preventing a recurrence of the virus.
USS Missouri is examining pieces of the destroyed delta-wing alien ship.
They have not been able to determine the hull's composition or decipher the alien technology.
 
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Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering, going over reports::
Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops::
mimipavilion: ::in her quarters::
Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking files::
Chirakis: :::in her office, pondering many things, especially the alien ship:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: :::CnC Science station doing paperwork::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way on the station today took everything he got, taking a break from all his worries... just would not happen today "::
Chirakis: :::she puts the thoughts aside and exits her office to relax into a new day... at least she hopes it will be a relaxing day:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He exited the lift onto the engineering deck. In reality, there were several engineering hubs throughout the station. ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and sees more engineers coming into engineering::
Chirakis: ::: wandering through CnC, stopping for idle chat or to answer questions, noting that there are a few personnel who are fairly new:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The dream again occurred last night. Each one of them not a nightmare ::
Jylliene: ::checking a few lists::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On the CnC scanning the sector ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Mister Kenyon, what's our status?
Chirakis: ::: she stops next to Cayne and checks the tactical screen::: Anything we should be concerned about, Commander?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in engineering looking around ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and stands at Nijil's presence::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters engineering::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Points to a part of the sector, then sighs :: Not yet.
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Sir, I have been passing out engineering assignments. it's fairly quiet and mostly back to normal.
Nijil tr'Korjata: (I would think standing in my presence help one's career)
Chirakis: :::somewhat relaxed, speaking quietly:: Excellent.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: Normal is welcome and scary.
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: How did you want to carry out Commander Coleridge's directive to harden our defenses against the virus?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages Jylliene: Chicken or fish? ::
Chirakis: ::continues to watch the tactical screen in a relaxed manner:: Commander, you remember our discussion regarding the alien ship on An-Ward?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: I've installed the latest updates and have increased the system scanning. If the optimizations are in place we should not notice any responsiveness degradation.
Jylliene: ::messages Nijil - 'neither really sounds good right now. Something vegetable?'::
Scott Coleridge: ::inadvertently sneaks up behind Kenyon as he was saying that:: Excellent question.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes, the wide-wing vessel.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy: Space cabbage? ::
Chirakis: ::she nods:: And you recall that it mysteriously disappeared from the nebulae ::rhetorical question:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Messages to Doctor Sandero: had the dream again, not unpleasant ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I was thinking we should install some hardware firewalls that prevent rapidly acting commands to move through quickly
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The records show that yes.
Chirakis: What the records will never show is that the remnants are in the third level of Missouri's hangar bay. Missouri's engineers are piecing it back together.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We may need to sandbox some aspects of the system, prevent them from spreading. I've also implemented an experiment to run the station's systems in a simulator to anticipate problems.
Chirakis: At least they are trying to.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Do we want any of our own people on it?
Dacia Sandero: ::hears a ping:: That's interesting. Want me to schedule another appointment with Dr. Davis? At least it wasn't bad or anything. ::sends message::
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: the only problem with those hardware options is that they have to slow down the system
Jylliene: ::Nijil - 'Cabbage would be too strong. Something milder.'::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +msg to Sandero+ They are never bad dreams, but I'll hold off for a bit. Scones are too tempting as well.
Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: ::noticing he seemed distracted:: You having another conversation, Chief?
Dacia Sandero: +Msg+ All right, let me know if they persist and stuff
Chirakis: No, Commander. It is all classified. None of the ship is identifiable. The construction is completely alien and difficult to determine its composition.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: msg to Jy: root vegetables then.
Scott Coleridge: ::listens to Kenyon and Nijil's conversation, but isn't really there to talk about the new security measures::
Scott Coleridge: ::waits patiently for Nijil to finish up what he's currently doing so he can have a word::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: I think anything we implement result in some slowdown.
Jylliene: ::Nijil:: - 'Yes.'::
Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head around and notices Commander Coleridge:: Sir?
Nijil tr'Korjata: At the very least the system should alert us sooner. I'll also dedicate willing engineers to watch only the data flows.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Once we figure out the systems and how they work together it will no longer be alien to us.
Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Good morning, Lieutenant.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probably a fair bit easier than assimilating into a culture to gather intel.
Chirakis: *If* we ever figure out the systems.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. My daughter running the station yet? 
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at a strange message from him to him. Does not remember writing it ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What can I do for you, sir?
Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: I'm here to speak to Commander Korjata, but while I'm waiting, how have the new engineers been settling in?
Johnson Kenyon: The 30 or so from Star Fleet?
Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: I haven't seen them much, but I have reviewed their reports. They are doing well.
Chirakis: ::decides to leave out the part about the non-humanoid aliens who must have been forced into a kamikaze attack on Aegis.... which did not succeed:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Guess I won't be infiltrating that ship then.
Scott Coleridge: Good. I know that a sudden influx of personnel can sometimes be more disruptive than helpful.
Chirakis: I would venture to say that no one will... unless the aliens have another similar ship "in the barn" as the terrans say.
Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Well, they did change some things that would have caused us problems.... I think we were just so tired their changes were welcomed
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks to Coleridge :: Au wished to have a word with me?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's a piece of information we don't have...their numbers.
Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Indeed. I just wanted to check in with you about the new engineers. Anything I need to know?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: As you know, I infiltrated Cardassian ranks back in the day, but I'd not blend in well in theirs
Nijil tr'Korjata: They seem very run of the mill, as the saying goes. The background checks were fine, They are competent, take orders, polite..
Chirakis: Indeed. And yet you make a very good drunkard ::tosses him a slight smile:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::steps away to allow the Commanders to talk::
Chirakis: In any event, I have informed our superiors of the situation and they are following it.
Nijil tr'Korjata: They have been in teams of their own, not mixing with ours just yet. Do au have concerns I should observe?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: One thing I was thinking about the other night is how easy it may be for them to infiltrate us.
Scott Coleridge: Not as such. I just want to make sure they're more help than hindrance at this critical juncture.
Scott Coleridge: Do you need any other resources right now to help with preventing more glitches?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineering is tricky. Too little and things get out of control...too many and things get out of control.
Nijil tr'Korjata: The new protocols will take some time to learn our system, so I'm limiting the processing for a bit. Let me know if au need more.
Chirakis: That is always a threat, Commander. Lt Garand is aware. Security is doubled.
Scott Coleridge: Understood.
Scott Coleridge: Between you and me….
Chirakis: :::watching Jylliene overwork herself at OPS with so many ships coming and going, she moves on:::
Scott Coleridge: I'm emphasizing the new security push because I think that we beat this virus a little too easily.
Jylliene: ::more lists::
Chirakis: :::stops next to her, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::at a new station, checking through the work load::
Nijil tr'Korjata: We got a cold when we could have gotten a flu
Scott Coleridge: Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant it on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? ::shakes his head:: There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet.
Nijil tr'Korjata: If we continue with the metaphor.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes and I am watching each of them. No doubt the civilians have noticed. Not that they thought the replicators were out to get them.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last report::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Looking over next series of tests and finds they are running low on samples to test::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I plan to change the shift rotations as well, so since we have more people we don't need so long a shift. Rest is important.
Chirakis: Should I call in assistance, Commander Kital?
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making a note to rummage around the shops for anything interesting the locals have found::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at Kital ::
Jylliene: ::Shakes head:: Not necessary at the moment, ma'am.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thought that Nijil fellow was a lucky man ::
Jylliene: But I'll keep you informed.
Nijil tr'Korjata: On that note, is your replicator functioning?
Chirakis: ::nods::: Very well.
Scott Coleridge: Keep me apprised of those changes.
Jylliene: Thank you, ma'am.
Scott Coleridge: It still doesn't make a proper Andorian split omelette, but that's normal, so I suppose I have to call it functioning.
Chirakis: :::not wanting to return to her office and possibly be accosted by Starfleet Command, she takes her place on the command chair and pulls up the information from there::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Notices Chirakis sitting in the chair, the least used cushion on all the station ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I will put our top people on that Captain.
Chirakis: :::but she can't shake the idea that the aliens must have forced others to make a kamikaze charge on Aegis and lost their lives because of it:::
Chirakis: 10:50 PM
Scott Coleridge: ((Was that directed to me, Nijil?))
Chirakis: (You have been promoted, Scott. Take my place and I can relax.)
Nijil tr'Korjata: (ie)
Dacia Sandero: (yay)
Scott Coleridge: ((Now I'm the one having nightmares.))
Chirakis: ((And I am not ::grin:: ))
Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil, dryly:: Appreciate it. You have no idea how much I'm craving a good Andorian split omelette. There's a restaurant that almost gets it right, but they add too much mucus.
Scott Coleridge: I'll let you get back to work now.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. :: recoils a bit ::
Chirakis: ::paging through information, finding the command chair somewhat relaxing, and better than her sequestered office:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nijil forgets things)
Jylliene: ::glances up at the big screen, then back down to her console, updates a few more items::
Johnson Kenyon: ::continues reading through reports::
Chirakis: 10:55 PM
Scott Coleridge: ::leaves engineering::
mimipavilion: ::trying to get things organized and such::
Johnson Kenyon: ::typing responses to reports and giving further direction::

Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
Chirakis: Well done, crew.
Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours.
Chirakis: Comments from you, Commander Coleridge - other than you don't want to be captain.
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.