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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 02.09.20

MISSION BRIEF: After a brief jaunt to an independent space station at the edge of the Sellaris Expanse, the crew has been recalled to the ship in preparation to depart on their mapping mission.  Engineering is awaiting the delivery of a mystery item that was purchased aboard the station.  Meanwhile, Medical awaits a set of files from station medical that might give them more information on the biology and medical hazards of the region.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

 

Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading up on the data they gathered from the station ::

William Chocox: ::is down in Engineering, looking over the list of items they officially purchased from the station::

Rhan K'hal: :: back on the bridge, putting together the expense report ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is back on the bridge at her science post, getting ready for the upcoming mission. ::

Irene Mincine: :: Val is back at helm and no longer wearing an eyepatch, as well. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Busy at Tactical, of all things, but he didn't often get a chance to tinker with the ship's security systems.::

Hakran K'hal: :: exits onto the bridge ::

William Chocox: Ok, so that needs to go here, and that needs to go there. ::starts ticking things off and directing the cargo crew where to put everything::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> OPS receives a message from the ship's quartermaster that engineering has an important delivery from the station and also wants to know why he wasn't informed that Excalibur would be offloading ten crates of medical supplies.

Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office for the moment.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene spots Hakran coming onto the bridge and smiles proudly. :: "Ah, lieutenant. I've uploaded all the data that we got from the station into the ship's computer, so we should have some idea of what we're looking at out there."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Squinting at the device he'd bought that looked exactly like the EMP device they officially didn't have.::

Rhan K'hal: +Goim+ Hey Missoda, I've been waiting for that first shipment. Have it escorted to Lt Chocox's office. As for the medical supplies... I'm as surprised as you are.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Hearing Irene, he glances over.:: What sort of data?

Hakran K'hal: :: walks up behind Irene :: Good work.

William Chocox: ::looks over at Ens Reynolds:: Need glasses Ensign?

Rhan K'hal: +Goim+ I'll get back to you.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in her office, no patients today. ::

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dr. Dubois.

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Thank you." :: Grin! :: "Medical and scientific data for the region, Commander."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Ah, interesting. I'm sure that will be of some help.

Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Maryse here.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Do you know why we're offloading 10 crates of medical supplies?

Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ We're doing what now?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> OPS receives another message from the Quartermaster that says the station is also demanding five cases of some of their fancy foodstuffs.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'll take that as a no.

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Much better than going into the area blindly. Medical is already investigating the data that we brought back."

Rhan K'hal: :: looks down ::

Rhan K'hal: :: blinks ::

Rhan K'hal: Okay, what the hell.

Irene Mincine: Val> :: Looks over at her Ops partner at the front of the bridge. :: "What's up?"

Rhan K'hal: :: contacts the station for the order details, is promptly sent back the invoice ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from her office, heading out.:; +Rhan+ Which cargo bay is it coming from?

Rhan K'hal: :: head swivels ::

Rhan K'hal: :: gaze lands and locks onto Irene ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> No, just trying to see if this thing matches our thing. So far, it seems to be of the same type and manufacture. No power source, though.

William Chocox: ::gets up and walks over:: No power source at all?

Irene Mincine: Irene> "Mm?" :: Her ears (and ridges) were burning at Rhan's stare. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Pokes at the device with a spanner.:: Well, it *has* one, but it is dead. No readings on the scanners.

Hakran K'hal: :: knows his brother well enough to suddenly find himself busy reading a padd ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Wonder if it is broken and that's why it was in the junk pile.

William Chocox: Ah, interesting. Most likely explanation, but that doesn't mean we still can't use it to learn things.

Maryse Dubois: :;Heading for the cargo bays.::

Rhan K'hal: Ten cases of medical supplies. Five crates of luxury foods. AND the VIP silverware set?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Head raises slowly.:: Excuse me? What about our silverware?

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Goes from ears burning to looking really confused. :: "What about them?"

Rhan K'hal: It appears that data we received came with a hefty price tag.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Authorized by whom? ::Slight lift of the brow.::

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Her eyes narrow. :: "What? Their CMO didn't mention anything about medical supplies, luxury foods, or silverware..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering receives a very large and heavily secured crate from the station.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ :: sends a text telling her they'll be coming out of upper bay 2, as well as WHY they're going out ::

Rhan K'hal: Unless someone else has your thumb, you paid for the order.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits her office and heads to sickbay ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sign flips over, saying "The Doctor is Out."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> In the cargo bay, several of Maryse's recent medical purchases are being loaded for transport to the station.

William Chocox: ::looks over:: Ooh, that's our new toy.

Maryse Dubois: ::Blinks as she replies.:: And no one thought it would be a good idea to fill me in? ::Enters:: You have got to be kidding me.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Turns to stare at Irene.:: Did you read the fine print before signing?

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ ::text:: "I only just found out myself. I don't know if I can do an equivalent exchange to get them back, but I'll try."

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene looked pretty guilty. :: "Fine print? I didn't think they were trying to swindle us! I'm... well, you see..."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.::

Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Do what you can, cause some of these supplies I still need to fully get us off the ground since launch. I just got some of this stuff.

Rhan K'hal: :: contacts the station to get in touch with the head doc to see if he can at least trade something else for the medical supplies ::

William Chocox: ::directs the box to be placed in his office:: Thank you folks, we'll unbox it when we're ready.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Rhan receives a reply that they'll accept a ridiculous sum of latinum instead.

Rhan K'hal: Tied To the Top of the Box with a Pretty Pink Ribbon> :: a bag of raktajino beans ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay ::

Rhan K'hal: You have GOT to be kidding me.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Watches the delivery and then looks at Will.:: You aren't going to open it now? Do you even know what it is?

Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Goes from guilty to contrite. :: "I'm sorry, sir... I'm not used to dealing with commercial entities... I'm a scientist, not a Ferengi marketer..."

William Chocox: Well, we were working on this device. We can go open it together if you want to take a break from that.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances back to Irene.:: You're also not authorized to sign contracts on behalf of the ship.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> For *exactly* that reason.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He shrugged.:: That's up to you, boss. I'm just kinda curious.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looked at the staff milling about in sickbay :: Hello all. :: She walked around to the work board to see if anything needed her mental attention ::

Irene Mincine: :: Guilty, to contrite, to angry. :: "Why didn't the commander officially in charge of the away team stop me from signing, in that case?"

Maryse Dubois: ::Watching as her crates are still being loaded.::

Hakran K'hal: (q) Easy, Irene.

William Chocox: Let's do it. ::walks into his office and beckons Reynolds over::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Another eyebrow lift, this one a tad dangerous. He shifted, turning to face her fully.:: And just *who* was with you in your group?

Rhan K'hal: :: tries some haggling, offering the rest of the VIP dinnerware set that includes some of the one-of-a-kind Excalibur plates ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at a supply list ::

Hakran K'hal: Commander Rex was in charge of the science and medical since I chose not to go, sir.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene instinctively sat up straighter in her chair at Jalen's eyebrow lift. :: "I was with Dr. Ryssan and Ensign Komaeda. Lt. Commander Rex was in charge, sir."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Rhan is counter-offered a less ridiculous, but still hefty sum of latinum, plus the VIP dinnerware with the special edition collector's plates, along with two bottles of the rarest vintage that the command staff has on board.

William Chocox: And it was nice of our trading partner to throw in the coffee beans.

Rhan K'hal: (m) You wanna play that game with me, do you?

Rhan K'hal: :: starts flipping through the Excalibur's inventory ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Oh was he, now? I'll have a talk with him directly. ::He looked at Hakran.:: In the meantime, I expect you to deal with your own staff accordingly.

Hakran K'hal: :: direly :: Aye, Commander.

Hakran K'hal: Ensign, with me. :: heads for the lift ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I've never tried Klingon coffee. Is it strong? ::Helps Will to unlatch the crate, struggling a bit with the bolts. He finally just cut them off completely.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene completely deflates. :: "Sir." :: She follows Hakran like she's going to the gallows. ::

William Chocox: If it's made properly. I'm not sure what the barista was on when they made mine yesterday. ::lifts the top of the crate off with Reynolds::

Hakran K'hal: :: enters the lift, waits for Irene to enter and the door to close ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Inside Will's crate is a smaller crate.

William Chocox: ::sighs before prying open the top of the second crate::

Irene Mincine: :: The door closes behind Irene, who looks like she's not sure whether she wants to throw herself out an airlock or tear the panels off the walls. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Upon which he finds yet another crate. This one much smaller and packed with some type of organic fibrous material.

William Chocox: I swear, if we got swindled I'm going to do absolutely nothing because we're not in Federation space. ::looks inside the next crate::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Frowns.:: What are they playing at? ::Pokes at the strands of packing material.:: They could have just sent a smaller container.

Rhan K'hal: :: counters again with one third the amount of latinum, the VIP dinnerware, one bottle of the vintage and a the five kilos of kabeebee nuts he'd managed to score ::

Hakran K'hal: :: sighs ::

Hakran K'hal: You *REALLY* need to read things before you sign. If you'd been in a different system you could've sold crewmembers.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Inside the third crate is some sort of mystery device and instructions in some language that neither of them can read. Also, the packing material is very itchy on the hands and both engineers start to break out in hives.

Irene Mincine: "At least *that* isn't enforceable. I'm sorry, I screwed up. I won't make that mistake again."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Rhan's deal is accepted and payment requested immediately. Or else.

Rhan K'hal: :: sets up the transport while ordering the cargo bay crew to STOP with the medical supplies ::

William Chocox: Aw damnit. ::sets the device down::

Rhan K'hal: Oh, you owe me big.

Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Something must have happened, cause they are putting the crates back.

Hakran K'hal: I know you won't. Which is why I'm not going to do any worse than force you to work double shifts for a week.

Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Yeah, *I* happened.

Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ You know, I could kiss you.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM

 

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