Sky Harbor Aegis | 3 July 2020

[Chirakis 1]

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 7/3/20 = /\ =
= /\ = 15 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.167 = /\ =

The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local.
Commander Korjata is still dealing with his stint among the Yith.
Pakleds are still taking inventory of the station.
Engineer Ensign Robinson has been promoted to Lieutenant jg.
The Science vessels USS Rodman, USS Chi Song are enjoying the nebular view.
USS Agincourt is on the other side of the nebula, strapped in as the nebula engulfs them.
 
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
 
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, working::
Chirakis: :::CnC, her office, door open as she pages through too much information:::
Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha::
Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering monitoring systems ::
Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS::::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks slowly into engineering ::
Fletcher Jackson: ::requisitions pile up::::
Sierra Robinson: Good Morning Commander.
Fletcher Jackson: :::deep sigh::: Pakleds. Why does if always have to be Pakleds...::: sends it back:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: oa mai le ataeao
Chirakis: ::exits her office, PADD in hand::::
Sierra Robinson: Ah ...A Yith Greeting.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Was I speaking in Yith
Dacia Sandero: ::reading up on some medical reports in the medical lounge::
Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis and Annisha in class.::
Alexis McFarland: ::feeling relaxed after that big test a few days ago, taking it easy and counting down the days until their school year ends::
Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC. Moves to the SCI station.::
Sierra Robinson: Yes, albeit briefly. :: smiles :: Understandable. No worries.
Chirakis: ::noting that his XO must be in his office, and hoping that yesterday's dinner did not make him sick:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I cannot seem to leave that place.
mimipavilion: ::typing up a requisition list::
Chirakis: ::he doesn't seem to be there either..hm:::
Sierra Robinson: You were there for a temporal period of more than a year. It is just going to take some time I guess..to adjust back to ..Basic or Romulan .
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks up to the status board ::
Fletcher Jackson: ::::decides to put the requisitions aside and focus on what really matters:::
Sierra Robinson: Everything is in the green sir. :: offers Nijil a briefing PADD :: Nothing to report aside from routine maintenance from the night shift.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, things are coming together. I even kept Prani's schedule. Shame I did not get to meet her.
Alexis McFarland: ::works on an assignment with the two of them::
Chirakis: :::puts the PADD aside and begins to pace, as normal:::
Sierra Robinson: She seemed to not have the mobility issues that you have encountered since your return. Perhaps the " locomotion drivers " in the Yith Brain are more adaptable than Romulan or Human.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Doing her worksheet.::
Fletcher Jackson: :::sneeze:::
Fletcher Jackson: ::then a slight cough:::
Chirakis: ::turns:: Ensign Jackson?
Tarisa: ::Ears flick at the sound of the sneeze. She looks over.::
Fletcher Jackson: ::cough..cough::: Ma'am?
Nijil tr'Korjata: She moved into my body more times than I did. I mean I was in her body, but Muuhi had me sedated.
Chirakis: Do you need assistance?
Fletcher Jackson: ::clearing his throat:: No, ma'am. Sorry. Something stuck in my throat.
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and looks over Miana's shoulder at her worksheet::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks over and grins.::
Alexis McFarland: ::giggle::
Annisha: :: With her friends ::
Fletcher Jackson: :::continues working:::
Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels :: Commander are you familiar with what Holosuite programs are available in Drankum's. The Bartender tried to sell me a package deal with a discount last night...Promotion Promotional Deal.
Chirakis: ::settling at her command console, she proceeds to finish a few things there rather than in the cloister called "the office"::::
Fletcher Jackson: :::stifles a sneeze:::
mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD down and rubs her eyes, good thing she's in her office::
Scott Coleridge: ::meeting with various department heads who have complained about Pakleds interfering with their work::
Tarisa: ::Ear twitch, looks over at OPS briefly.::
Sierra Robinson: He claimed he was offering a deal for Pakled customers. Rent one Holosuite for regular price, and get a second one for regular price! I mean the Ferengi appeared to be banking on a stereotype that Pakleds are..not intelligent.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I have heard of it. What makes you ask?
Chirakis: :::looks up::: Lt Graves, take Ensign Jackson's place at OPS. Mr Jackson, to the medical complex. Now. We can't afford to have viruses pass through the station.
Chirakis: Graves> ::stands to move over to OPS::
Fletcher Jackson: ::sniffle:: Yes, ma'am.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Are you looking for a specific program?
Fletcher Jackson: Lt Graves> ::;takes OPS:::
Sierra Robinson: I just need to find something to do on my spare time I guess aside from visually uploading specs to my Brain all weekend. Kinda would like to do something exciting...Targ Hunting..I don't know.
Fletcher Jackson: ::exits CnC, entering the lift::: Medical Complex.
Scott Coleridge: ::takes notes:: Mmhmm, ok. Thank you. This is pretty much what the others have told me. I'll bring this up with security, see what we can do. Clearly someone has been misleading these Pakleds.
Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes some more::
Chirakis: ::Putting her work aside, she begins a slow pace around CnC to see if anyone else has a medical problem:::
Sierra Robinson: I like shooting stuff though. :: smiles quickly ::
Fletcher Jackson: Lt Graves> :::frowns at the pile of requisitions put aside:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: There was an arena on the Yith homeworld, I could recreate it.
Fletcher Jackson: :::exits the lift to enter medical..with a sneeze::::
Chirakis: ::passes by Graves::: Problem, Lieutenant?
Sierra Robinson: Really? Sporting events?
Chirakis: Graves> These requisitions, ma'am? Pakleds? There are at least fifteen:::
mimipavilion: ::hears the lift doors open and... a loud sneeze, dreading to know who sneezed in her medical complex::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, several. We went to a few.
Chirakis: ::::nods with a sigh::: Ignore them, Lieutenant. And any others that come our way.
Chirakis: Graves> Yes, ma'am.
Fletcher Jackson: ::::sneeze.... sniffle.... sneeze... SNEEZE::::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Team or individual?
Fletcher Jackson: :::slight cough:::
mimipavilion: ::goes to her office door and sees Jackson having a sneeze fit and stays put:: Problems Ensign.
mimipavilion: ::hears the slight cough::
Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Ye... ::sneeze:: yes ma'a :::sneeze:: Yes, ma'am.
Sierra Robinson: Oh ....:: shrugs :: well I enjoyed hunting with my sister in the mountains back home...but I don't think shooting in an arena is the thing to do. Perhaps I could just read about them or see some.
mimipavilion: Besides the cough and sneezing any other symptoms.
Fletcher Jackson: No, ma'am.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll program something from home.
mimipavilion: Take a biobed
Fletcher Jackson: I'm allergic to the plant that was... :::sneeeze:: planted near the ::::onto the biobed:::... near the fountain on the commerce deck.
Fletcher Jackson: :::stifles the sneeze again:::
mimipavilion: And what plant would that be ensign ::bringing up his file::
Sierra Robinson: Did Prani follow through with a cultural exchange database, I thought I read something about that ...somewhere. Or perhaps I was just creating a fact in my head.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I got 16 months of experience on their world, but Muuhi told me a lot. I'm sketching out what I saw and experienced.
Fletcher Jackson: Not sure, ma'am. It's red... big and red... blossoms float on the water and some :::sneeeze::: ...some just puff balls into the air.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I am not sure the transmission we got before you arrived told them what happened to their world though.,
Sierra Robinson: No. I was not brief on that Commander.
Nijil tr'Korjata: But.... I believe I gave Muuhi a technology they did not have before. I mean we have the wormhole generation tech, so I guess it's a trade.
Chirakis: :::settles down in the command chair again:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Took over our comms, their transmissions were from the Yith, after my arrival there.
Chirakis: :::reports on the missing science vessels come in:::
mimipavilion: Alright. I'll send a message to the head of the arboretum staff to see what the plant is and what other new plants that were planted. ::gives him a hypo for the allergies:: For now, you're off duty for the next couple days. I'll let the Captain know.
Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Yes, ma'am.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds the engineering status table :: Through all of it, if I had to remain there, as Prani...a woman... all of it. I think I would have been alright with it. That's a strange thing to think..
Fletcher Jackson: I don't suppose you have... uh... tissues?
Nijil tr'Korjata: To me, Jylliene and Annisha were yet to be born.. for them I died a long time ago.
Chirakis: ::total focus on the missing ships:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I'd like to visit the star the Yith orbited... I should look it up in the database
Fletcher Jackson: :::slight cough as he slips off the biobed:::
mimipavilion: You can go to your quarters Ensign. Umm... I'm sure there some somewhere. ::asks a nurse to hunt down some tissues::
Sierra Robinson: :: pauses briefly with her analysis on atmospheric filtration system :: hmm. Deep stuff. If one were to think ...you were going to spend the rest of your existence in the opposite sex, I suppose one would accept a new ....existence of what they were.
Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on CnC::
mimipavilion: ::goes and updates Fletcher's file, as well as messaging the head of the arboretum and Captain Chirakis::
Nijil tr'Korjata: It was eye-opening for sure. Although their species was a bigger change.
Nijil tr'Korjata: It did not take long to.
Nijil tr'Korjata: 'go native' as it were.
Sierra Robinson: Uhm what is the lifespan of a Yith? :: resumes diagnostic ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Prani did not have family, married or such, at least not yet.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Average is 175 years.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Women a bit longer, naturally.
Fletcher Jackson: :::thanks a nurse for a small box of tissues and is getting tired from what was in the hypo:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Walking was tough... I tried to get away when I thought I was held captive... Fell over more times than I could count.
Sierra Robinson: So maybe a century of life as the opposite sex with different physiology that would of been daunting to overcome..the need to get away would of been intense.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Lower center of gravity and great leg strength.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I did not get far when I woke up. Had to admit I was terrified
Fletcher Jackson: Graves> :::frowns and puts another requisition aside:::
Sierra Robinson: So they immobilized you to take away the "flight" response to your crisis. They made you " fight" to adapt.
Nijil tr'Korjata: A dark empty place, with my big eyes, big... you know. I was in shock before I realized what was happening.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, sedated.. it sure explains the dreams.
Chirakis: :::to Graves::: I'll be in my office. :::stands to enter::
Chirakis: Graves> Yes, ma'am.
Nijil tr'Korjata: She liked my music playing.,. I adapted an instrument of their people.. played songs centuries before they were actually written.
Sierra Robinson: She as in.....?
Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her friends::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Their doctor, Muuhi.. She developed the mind transfer technology. Prani was the wormhole one.
Chirakis: :::accessing Starfleet Command:::
Annisha: :: Looking for weaknesses of her friends.. for science ::
Sierra Robinson: Did they have replicator technology? Could you ...replicate a Romulan musical instrument?
Alexis McFarland: ::can be easily found::'
Nijil tr'Korjata: Fabricators. Slower and less precise.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you know your Earth culture?
Sierra Robinson: I must confess I am not familiar with Romulan music, but it sounds like Dr. Muuhi liked it.
Nijil tr'Korjata: I have 16 months of practice.
Sierra Robinson: :: smiles looking down are her console :: Born raised and educated on Earth sir.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Imagine the Yith are steam based, we are electric based...
Sierra Robinson: :: turns and listens ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I gave them a piece of our tech though... wonder if that was a violation... I was hoping to use it to get back.
Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: stands in front of the Pakled Pop Up Shop with a sign.....saying " Perfect Pakled Presents here! " ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I mean the time was great, and times of loneliness.
Cirakis: (ROFL Sierra)
Sierra Robinson: I don't see how what did you give them anything ....that would get you in trouble. You were trying to get home.
Nijil tr'Korjata: (They must have a pickled pepper shop)
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
Chirakis: Well, then... very interesting.
Chirakis: TBS will be until 0800 next day.
Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander?
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Why has Nijil not written a Yith log yet?
Chirakis: You'd have to ask Nijil.
Scott Coleridge: You should probably ask him.
Chirakis: Jinx
Annisha: Boo
Chirakis: Anyway...
Chirakis: Happy 4th of July for those who are in the US. Thank you to our Canadians.
Chirakis: Enjoy the weekend...
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.