USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.26.20

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has arrived at an independent station inside the Edrin Asteroid field on the edge of the Sellaris Expanse where they have docked. Away teams have been assembled to begin gathering information about the region and supplies for the coming survey mission of the aforementioned expanse.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Rhan K'hal: :: at the airlock with the Excalibur's checkbook ::

Hunter Matheson: ::as per orders, 2 security for each team, each team painted for easy security vision::

Rhan K'hal: LtJG Goim> :: the ship's Quartermaster tags along with Rhan ::

William Chocox: ::standing near K'hal at the airlock, waiting for his first chance to ditch the babysitters::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's with one of the science teams at the airlock, wearing a small backpack. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: With one of the teams ::

Hunter Matheson: :::checks the details for procedure, just in case:::

Cptn Swain: ::He decided he would go in the second round of away teams, though he greatly wanted to explore.::

Hunter Matheson: (how many teams do we have?)

Cptn Swain: (( UH... Let's have a Medical/Science Team and an OPS/Engineering team)

William Chocox: (w) ::K'hal:: Any chance I can get some help ditching the babysitters?

Rhan K'hal: :: looks around at the assembled :: Blue vs. Gold today, eh?

Rhan K'hal: :: blinks at Will ::

William Chocox: And yes, apparently it is Blue versus Gold.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene smirks at Rhan. :: "You gold guys are looking for supplies, right? We'll let you know if we run into anything useful. Or fun."

Cptn Swain: ::Feels a disturbance in the force::

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea:: Hmm probably nothing.

William Chocox: ::perks up and looks over at Irene:: Yes, please, directly to me for anything fun.

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::with the Blue team:: Let's try not to get into, too much fun.

Rhan K'hal: Try not to scan the local biology if it can punch you in the face, Irene.

Cptn Swain: (( Gold team grab a $ and Blue team a @ ))

William Chocox: $ Are you new here Rex?

Rhan K'hal: $ :: dons his $ as he hears the airlock starting to unlock ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Gives Will a look::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Then glances over to Irene and Indura:: Alrighty.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: whacks Will :: He does have 2½ pips, Will.

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene scoffs. :: "I'll let you know if I find any new and exciting bathroom fungi."

William Chocox: $::is whacked:: Still could be new to the crew.

Hunter Matheson: @ Sec 1> ::keeping an eye out just in case::

Rhan K'hal: $ True. All right, let's see what Othan Holdings has to offer. :: steps right through the airlock as it opens ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The airlock finally opens and the teams can see into what looks like a futuristic airport concourse. Complete with monitors showing information and lots of commercial advertisement.

Hunter Matheson: & Sec 2 > ::a little more relaxed having been there, done that::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Looks inside :: Interesting

Irene Mincine: @ :: One of the other scientists pipes up as the airlock opens. :: Sci> "Aren't the locals going to take notice of a Starfleet delegation wandering around the station?"

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Motions for Irene and Indura to lead the way. He was just along for the ride and to make sure Irene didn't get into any trouble, as apparently, she'd been tagged as such.

William Chocox: $::follow K'hal:: Anything I should know about Othan Holdings?

Cptn Swain: @Rex> Probably, but we just look like we're wearing pajamas.

Rhan K'hal: $ They keep the place up to date, don't they?

Rhan K'hal: $ They like money, and they don't like questions.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: checks out an ad ::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> One of the ads is for a scratching post like object sold in one of the shops.

Irene Mincine: @ :: The scientist, a young guy fresh out of the academy, laughs to himself. Irene leads the team out of the airlock and into the concourse. She looks off in both directions. :: "Bigger than I expected. And less run-down. They must get a lot of traffic despite being this far out of the way."

Rhan K'hal: $ :: head-tilt ::

William Chocox: $ Why do I get the feeling that's racist?

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Scanning as she walks with her team ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> So, what's first?

Rhan K'hal: $ There are other felinoid races around the quadrant that aren't as into modern conveniences.

Hunter Matheson: $ ::following behind the newbies 'cause they're newbies:::

Rhan K'hal: $ Anyway. Missoda, take who you need and start working on the shopping list.

Rhan K'hal: $LtJG Goim> You got it, boss.

William Chocox: $ Very well, I'll defer to you on that one. Which way to Othan Holdings? Faster we get there the faster I assume I can go shopping for Engineering supplies.

Hunter Matheson: @ Chancer> ::relaxed as he scans the area:::

Rhan K'hal: #LtJG Goim> :: trades in her $ for an # and splits off with half the team at a brisk pace ::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene hrms. "Good question. We should see what's around, first. I think Komaeda wanted to look at the holosuites, but that can wait." :: The young scientist looks a little embarrassed at the razzing. ::

Rhan K'hal: $ :: takes off in the opposite direction ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Checking air quality, anything biological ::

Rhan K'hal: $ :: hopes Will has the sense to keep up ::

William Chocox: $::falls into step with K'hal:: So what's the big deal with these people?

Hunter Matheson: $ ::ups his pace and sec spreads out::

Rhan K'hal: $ Othan? I wish I knew, even as far as shady black corporations go they're enigmatic.

Rhan K'hal: $ Ken, there's the external trade office, check in and meet the first mate from the Icove.

Rhan K'hal: $Obee> Aye, sir.

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene glances at one of the information terminals showing a map and takes off toward wherever the station's central hub is located. :: "Let's go this way. Seeing how long it takes to get to the hub from the ship, to start."

Rhan K'hal: %Obee> :: splits off with a few more of the team ::

William Chocox: $ That's reassuring...

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Frowns:: Holosuites can wait for sure.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: glances back to see what security he and Will were left with ::

Irene Mincine: @ Komaeda> "Well, I tried."

Cptn Swain: ACTION> One thing missing seems to be any sort of corporate identification or otherwise branding for the company. Virtually all of the signage is in standard.

Hunter Matheson: $ ::nods to Rhan K'hal :::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Follows Irene :

Hunter Matheson: @ Chancer> :::checking out the area, watching:::

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene's analytical mind picked that up right away. :: Irene> "Have you noticed how the name of the guys who run the station is nowhere to be found? Seems weird considering how much advertising for everything *else* there is on the walls. Even if they don't sell to plebs like us, shouldn't they want their name out there?"

William Chocox: $ Hm...where are the offices we're looking for?

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::shrugs:: They just took over a few months ago, perhaps they just haven't gotten around to it?

Rhan K'hal: $ Which office did you need? :: checks the unofficial station map he'd managed to negotiate off of a freighter captain ::

Rhan K'hal: $ :: having unlimited access to the comms on the way in comes in very handy ::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Maybe. Who ran it before?" :: The hallways seemed to be growing wider, meaning they were probably close to the station core. ::

William Chocox: $ Oh, I'm just following you at this point. Eventually I'm going to need to find a parts supplier and a "parts" supplier. May wind up being the same person.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: snorts ::

Rhan K'hal: $ (m) Here we go... :: stops, taps something on his padd and then starts stretching out his hamstrings :: Many, I really should get out more.

William Chocox: $::looks around:: What's here?

Rhan K'hal: $ Oh, nothing, nothing at all. :: continues to stretch for a moment until his padd beeps ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ I'm no engineer, but a lot of work went into this station.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: stops stretching and checks for the response ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::Rhan::: Look for a masseuse. There's gotta be one around here somewhere.

Cptn Swain: @Rex> And it's pretty clean. ::smirks:: We once stopped at this indy station in the Burnai sector. ::whistles:: It was, well it was something.

Rhan K'hal: $ Okay, off we go. :: heads back the way they came ::

William Chocox: $::blinks:: Well then. ::follows along::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::steps aside, wondering if we'll ever find what we're looking for... like maybe the office?:::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "The new owners must have a lot of latinum if they can keep a station like *this* clean. These stations are assembled out of prefab components, usually, but this looks like a totally custom job." :: They arrive at the core, which has corridors going off in every direction. Irene looked a bit confused. :: "The map didn't show this very well... Um... Do we want to go toward the trade section? I'm not really sure what we're looking for, if anything."

Hunter Matheson: @ Chance> :::thinking it's pretty weird that there aren't many others on the station and we can't find the office:::

Indaura Ryssan: @ This place was designed with continuous cleaning in mine.

Indaura Ryssan: ...er mind

Rhan K'hal: $ :: Will :: You're in luck, they're the same being, we'll meet in the coffee shop. Gender neutral pronouns, mind you.

Rhan K'hal: $ Tandaris really should've stuck around longer to give you more sneaky lessons, by the way.

William Chocox: $ I would've been fine had Engineering been its own away team. And thank you.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: gets back onto the main track, passes Obee's group still sitting in the external trade office's waiting room, gives them a jaunty wave while passing by ::

Indaura Ryssan: @ I need to find the medical facilities...for research

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene hrmed. Good of a place to go as any, seeing what kind of medical facilities were available :: "Medical facilities? OK, let's see if we can find them. There might be biology labs over there, too." :: She consults one of the map terminals and leads the group off in that direction. ::

Rhan K'hal: $ :: sees the shop up ahead that has a green logo with a fish lady on it ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::following a long, keeping an eye on the team and the surroundings.::

Rhan K'hal: $ They do still exist.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::Rhan::: Sir, doesn't it seem strange that there aren't many on station? I mean.. I'd think there would be more.

William Chocox: $ Could be hiding from your fearsome security teams Hunter.

Rhan K'hal: $ I'm sure there are very good reasons for that

Rhan K'hal: $ :: opens the door into the coffee shop ::

Rhan K'hal: $ After you, Gunny. Make sure the espresso beans aren't armed.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::crooked grin::: Aye, sir. Just in case they decide to aim in our direction. :::enters::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Think the engineering team's found... whatever they need... yet?" :: They were getting close to the medical bay. ::

Hunter Matheson: $ :::smells pretty darn good:::head tilt::: Clear.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: follows :: I suppose the coffee is on me.

Hunter Matheson: @ Chance> :::following Rex and company:::

William Chocox: $::enters:: Hope the coffee's good.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Wonders what symbols they use for medical issues ::

Hunter Matheson: $ ::Will::: How about I take the first one and if I crater, you'll know it's not a good idea to drink?

William Chocox: $ Sounds like a plan.

Irene Mincine: @ :: The scientist Komaeda looked at the so-far silent security guy accompanying them. He looked to Irene. :: Komaeda> "Does he talk?" :: Irene shrugged. :: "Oh, we're here." :: They come upon the medical section of the station. It looks pretty fancy, much like the rest of what they'd seen so far. ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Shrugs again:: I was reading through the mission reports. You all do seem to be... adept... at finding trouble.

Hunter Matheson: $ Copy that... :::approaches , nodding to the bartender::: Espresso, extra strong. ::pulls his card::

Indaura Ryssan: @ Guess we are not risk adverse.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The coffee shop also sells several varieties of Romulan tea and soup. Also, curiously, something that looks like Swedish meatballs.

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: nods, glances to Will ::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "What, do you think I'm going to sneak off to that bar over there--" :: She points to a nearby spaceport bar. :: "--in the middle of a mission? Whatever they have in there smells pretty good, though..."

Rhan K'hal: $ :: notes the tea, makes a mental note ::

William Chocox: $::glances back at the barista::

Indaura Ryssan: @ I will need to scan it first Irene.

Hunter Matheson: $ :::barkeep:: Man... looks great. :::slaps his card on the bar:: ..and a couple for my friends.

Rhan K'hal: $ That's your cue to order, Will.

Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene brings up the bar's menu on one of the nearby info terminals. :: "Might as well see what they have..."

Hunter Matheson: $ :::sniff..sniff...sip::: Whoa... ::cough::: Think this will keep me awake for a while. ::thumbs up to the rest:::

William Chocox: $ Ah, yes. ::gets up and heads to the bar::

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Stands next to Irene :: I need to put you into my schedule.

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: remaining eerily silent, though the strikingly green eyes continue to narrow the longer it takes Will ::

William Chocox: $::arrives:: Hi, how are you doing?

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "I'm fine." :: She glanced over the menu. :: "I've never heard of half these drinks, though."

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: nostrils flare ::

Rhan K'hal: $ Will, you have no idea how lucky you are that there isn't a line.

William Chocox: $ All the more reason to be polite. I'll take a raktajino if you have it.

Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Watches the others ::

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: looks over to Rhan finally ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::gives Irene a sidelong glance::: Yes, I do.

Rhan K'hal: $ Grande skinny latte, double caramel and one of those chocolate chip muffins.

Cptn Swain: >> TWO MINUTE WARNING <<

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: starts to make the order ::

Irene Mincine: @ :: Hmph. :: Irene> "I am very responsible when I'm on duty!" :: Komaeda grins behind her. ::

Cptn Swain: @Rex> That's not what your service record indicates.

Rhan K'hal: $ :: looks off to his right as there's movement at the door ::

Hunter Matheson: @ Chance> ::checking out the area, listening, not doing much else:::

William Chocox: $::turns and looks as well::

Irene Mincine: @ Irene> :: Looking positively unhappy. :: "You looked at my service record?"

Rhan K'hal: $Newcomer> It's on me, Shada.

Cptn Swain: >> AND <<

Rhan K'hal: $Barista> :: nods, slides the drinks over ::

Hunter Matheson: $ :::watching the newcomer:::

Rhan K'hal: $ That would be our contact, gentleman.

William Chocox: $ Ah, good.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

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