Sky Harbor Aegis | 4 September 2020

[Chirakis 1]

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 9/4/20 = /\ =
= /\ = 18 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.1170 = /\ =

TBS is 13 hours - the time is 0800 hours (8:00 am) Aegis Local.
Pakleds were trying to sell very important areas of the station.
For security, only Chirakis, Coleridge, and Garand know.
That and the deadly plants on station point to the Alien Alliance.
Clandestine operators will be on station to keep a close watch.
Plants on deck 98 have been neutralized and tossed into space.
 
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
 
Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay, checking on Pakleds::
Chirakis: :::CnC, checking information:::
Sierra Robinson: :: in engineering getting a morning update... ::
Amanda Davis PhD: :::watching another Pakled as it drifts into unconsciousness:::
mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the reports on the Pakleds::
Alexis McFarland: ::eating her breakfast::
CdrBrown: ::at CnC, drinking his coffee, looking at sensors::
Sierra Robinson: :: sips her coffee reading the morning night shift logs and walks over. to atmospheric systems updates, all the while adjusting her mask ::
Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC, somewhat rested after a long day yesterday::
Amanda Davis PhD: ::deep sigh:: +com+ Dr Pavilion, we've lost another one. ::turns to Dacia, not very happy:::
Tarisa: ::Working in the labs.::
Chirakis: :::exits her office::: Commander Coleridge..my office.
Tarisa: Miana> :;Had already eaten breakfast and was now running around.::
mimipavilion: ::sighs when she hears Amanda's com:: +Amanda+ Understood. Do you need a bag or is there one available?
Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: opens the Pakled Pop Up Store's doors but not expecting business ::
Amanda Davis PhD: There are several bags ready - which makes me feel even worse.
Alexis McFarland: ::finishes the last bit of her breakfast and is sipping her uttaberry juice and reading her PADD::
Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns::: Dacia, please call the coroner.
Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office::
Sierra Robinson: :: taps panels and checks things out ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to main engineering, feeling rather odd even considering he had been back home for some time now. Nijil was still getting his station legs, and his own legs, back ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering ::
Chirakis: :::moving to her desk, she hands a PADD to Scott::: Privileged information. :::the door closes, the lights turn blue::
Scott Coleridge: Oooh
Sierra Robinson: :: notes the PPM levels have gone down, that is good ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At another station looking at internal security ::
CdrBrown: ::sees nothing unusual on the sensors, all looks well::
Scott Coleridge: ::begins reading through the PADD::
Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: places his Marigold plants in front of his store ::
Chirakis: :::leans on the edge of her desk::: As you can see.... we are in danger.
Sierra Robinson: :: Sees Commander Korjata :: Good Morning sir.
Chirakis: Top Secret, Compartmentalized.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks past several engineers as he went to his desk ::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Leaves her quarters and starts running down the hall.::
Scott Coleridge: :::frowns as he reads:: Wait, you're saying…the *Pakleds*?
Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her juice::
Scott Coleridge: Like, Pakled Pakleds?
Chirakis: Most probably without their knowledge.
Scott Coleridge: Ah. Yeah, I can believe smuggling, but this suggests someone with a... longer view.
Chirakis: Indeed.
Chirakis: The perfect ones to do something they have no idea what they are doing.... if that makes sense.
Scott Coleridge: How exactly did they think they could sell parts of the station like this though? That seems nonsensical.
Chirakis: Indeed it does. But consider their IQ.
Scott Coleridge: We aren't exactly going to let people walk away with an entire phaser ring. I certainly don't think we have gift wrap on the entire station.
Sierra Robinson: :: notes the Commander has something on his mind and lets him be ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets something from the replicator.,.. some nectar tea perhaps ::
Scott Coleridge: So what's their sponsor's actual goal?
Chirakis: Take over the station.
Dacia Sandero: ::works on checking the last of the Pakleds::
Scott Coleridge: This seems like a convoluted approach.
Scott Coleridge: Do you think they were responsible for the plants too?
Chirakis: Very possible.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Comes to a realization and is a bit upset, gets up and walks outside to the main room ::
Alexis McFarland: ::finishes brushing her hair::
Amanda Davis PhD: :::helping Dacia:::
Sierra Robinson: :: walk over to a crewman looking to have an officer sign off on something and assists ::
Amanda Davis PhD: :::Dacia:: Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly when we are finished, and take a new gown.
mimipavilion: ::compares the DNA of the plants and the Pakleds::
Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Will do for sure. I'll go through the full quarantine process, which should be fairly soon. Delta shift did good work in treating most of the remaining Pakleds.
Scott Coleridge: How do you want to proceed regarding the Pakleds already on the station?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wipes his eyes and gets a look at the work board ::
Chirakis: +Brown+ Commander, anything new in the system? Anything that should not be there?
CdrBrown: ::continues about his routine, checking over cargo ship arrival schedules::
Annisha: :: Gets dressed, after sleeping in for too long ::
Chirakis: We have only one way to proceed. Keep them quarantined.
Dacia Sandero: I could've said the same thing to you as well.
CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ checking now, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Alexis McFarland: ::Still in her PJs though::
Chirakis: +Brown+ Keep a close watch.
CdrBrown: +Chirakis+ Always.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::slight sigh:: I know, Dacia. I just.... just want to be sure that none of us gets the virus.
Sierra Robinson: Yeah I suppose I should check this out... Most of the filters on the station are going to need swapping out. Prioritizing which ones will be a challenge, but I think the essential system first, aka life support.
Dacia Sandero: No, that's fine. You can never be too safe with that sort of thing.
Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps back for the coroner who checks the bag, then wheels it off to be cleaned thoroughly:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Still running, probably in circles. She stops at Alexis' door and chimes.::
Scott Coleridge: Keeping them quarantined shouldn't be too hard.
Sierra Robinson: Thank you. :: observes the crewman head out and sighs rubbing her forehead ::
Alexis McFarland: ::hears chime, and opens the door::
Chirakis: Inform security that all Pakleds will be screened and quarantined.
Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Seems wired.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: "I knew this," he told himself.
Alexis McFarland: Morning Miana ::hugs:: You seem energetic today.
Scott Coleridge: Understood.
Sierra Robinson: :: sets PADD down and takes another sip of coffee ::
Chirakis: Leave the PADD here. I will secure it.
Dacia Sandero: ::helps with catalouging the deceased Pakleds::
CdrBrown: ::sees the ETA for one of the cargo ships slip back by 4 hours::
Chirakis: Any questions, Commander?
Scott Coleridge: ::puts the PADD back on Chirakis' desk:: Not at the moment. I'm unsettled by this.
Tarisa: Miana> I had lots of sugar! It was a new cereal. Lots of marshmallows! My mommy said she regretted it. ::Grins, then spins in a circle.::
Chirakis: As am I.
CdrBrown: ::makes a note to follow up with the Caribbean Raider regarding their slip in ETA::
Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: uses a duster in his store to dust of his merchandise of nick nacks and other things ::
Chirakis: Commander Brown is keeping a close watch on shipping.
Sierra Robinson: :: To herself :: Relish the good news.
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: If there's nothing else, I'll get security on it.
mimipavilion: ::pulls up a sample of one of the Pakleds, separates the two to see if there any comparisons and differences::
Chirakis: Very well. Contact Lt Garand for assistance.
Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: I see! You're lucky, my mommy never gives me too much. Just a bowl of Kling-O's
Chirakis: ::unlocks the door to her office so he can leave:::
Tarisa: Miana> Ooooo....
Chirakis: :::steps out behind Scott and secures her office door:::
Alexis McFarland: Mmm
Sierra Robinson: + Commander Coleridge + Robinson to Commander Coleridge..
Tarisa: Miana> We should run through Commerce!
Amanda Davis PhD: :::scrubbing off, changing gowns, wondering how many others will die:::
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Isn't that area still closed?
Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Coleridge here. ::makes his way to his station::
Tarisa: Miana> :;Shrugs::
Chirakis: :::approaches Brown::: Commander, report.
Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Hmm, maybe we can run through the park?
CdrBrown: ::looks over at Chirakis, throwing up the shipping display on the main viewer::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail Swish.:: Ok!
Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + I'd thought I'd let you know according to our instruments we have had a 40% decrease in Atmospheric Particulate matter since yesterday's clean up..sir.
Alexis McFarland: ::quickly changes into a blouse and dress:: Mm, let's go. ::holds Miana's hand as they head to the lift::
Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Goes with Alexis.::
Alexis McFarland: ::slips on a pair of flip flops as they go::
CdrBrown: ::to Chirakis:: Ops Normal. USS Iowa Task Force Bravo is just entering the area, codes check out. The Caribbean Raider's ETA has slipped about 4 hours.
Scott Coleridge: +Sierra+ Excellent. Continue with your cleanup efforts. Let me know if you need more resources.
mimipavilion: ::then pulls up the original DNA sequence of both the plant and the Pakled and compares it to the separate bonded sequence::
Chirakis: ::checking the main viewer::: This cargo ship in slip D-5? What is it here for?
Sierra Robinson: + Coleridge + Hopefully we will get some more tips on where the buggers are....and we will get things better...Robinson out.
Alexis McFarland: ::takes the lift down to the park area::
Sierra Robinson: :: attempts to brainstorm on coffee ::
mimipavilion: ::leans back in her chair:: hmmm
CdrBrown: ::pulls up the manifest:: They offloaded spare parts for engineering two days ago, originally planned to depart last night, had a maintenance issue with their plasma ejectors that their engineer is working on.
Sierra Robinson: Peter Pakled> :: begins watering his Marigolds in front of the his store ::
Dacia Sandero: ::finishes her sonic shower and changes into some new clothes::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of the club, the beach, it was all weird to think about with the station issues. The dream became the desired ::
CdrBrown: Its an older Coral Class freighter, built about 40 years ago.
Chirakis: :::long moment of thought::: You have a copy of the manifest?
Tarisa: Miana> ::As soon as the lift stops, she starts running.::
Alexis McFarland: ::runs after Miana::
Alexis McFarland: I never knew you were so fast.
CdrBrown: ::pulls up the cargo manifest and transfers to a PADD:: This is the reported manifest, let me verify with engineering that they received what's on the list.
CdrBrown: +Engineering+ Brown to Engineering
Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station::
Chirakis: ::receiving the manifest and takes a good look:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts doing laps around a tree.:: Mithraans are natural runners.
Alexis McFarland: Hm, I can see. ::smiles, watches her run around the tree::
mimipavilion: ::to self:: This is interesting.
Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + Engineering....Robinson here..
Sierra Robinson: :: unfamiliar with a Cdr Brown, but she has not been on the station very long ::
Chirakis: +com+ Lt Garand, send security to cargo ship in D-5 to verify their manifest.
CdrBrown: +Robinson+ The other day, the Minnow's Revenge delivered some spare parts you all ordered. When you get a minute, please send the list of items received
Chirakis: Garand> Aye, Captain. Moving in now.
Sierra Robinson: + Cdr Brown + I'll access the LCARS database, stand by Commander.
Alexis McFarland: ::Feels nice to be back in the park though::
mimipavilion: Computer location of Lt. Cmdr. Tarisa.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks up to Robinson ::
Tarisa: Miana> Wee! ::Runs around.::
CdrBrown: +Robinson+ much appreciated. send it my way when completed, Brown out.
Alexis McFarland: ::saw some civilians around and a few Starfleet officers on their breaks, but looked otherwise pretty quiet... takes off her flip flops and runs after Miana a bit::
Scott Coleridge: ::contacts security and instructs them to begin quarantining all Pakleds, regardless of medical status::
Sierra Robinson: :: pulls up parts and technical support section :: Sir...A good I have a Commander Brown requesting a list of Items we received for upgrades and maintenance from a ship called the Minnow's Revenge.
Amanda Davis PhD: :::clean and semi-refreshed, she reenters the secure area to check the rest of the Pakleds:::
Tarisa: Computer> Lt. Cmdr Tarisa is located in the Science Lab 1.
Sierra Robinson: :: finds file ::
mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia you have medical, I'll be in science.
Sierra Robinson: Interesting name for a Ship....Did you want to speak with the Commander sir?
Dacia Sandero: Okay
Sierra Robinson: :: displays requisitions from the Minnow's Revenge for the CENG ::
mimipavilion: ::exits medical to go to Science lab 1 via TL::
Amanda Davis PhD: Pakled> ::turns to face Amanda:: Green man. Say okay. Eat plant. Get... infor... :::dead::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.::
Sierra Robinson: :: adjusts her mask ::
mimipavilion: ::arrives in Science and goes to lab 1::
Amanda Davis PhD: ::Holding back her tears:::
mimipavilion: ::enters the lab::
Tarisa: ::Looks up from her terminal as Mimi enters.:: Doctor? What brings you here?
Sierra Robinson: I'll send it out now sir...
Sierra Robinson: + CdrBrown + On your way sir..
Sierra Robinson: :: sends ::
CdrBrown: +Robinson+. Thank you.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Robinson.
Sierra Robinson: Yes sir?
CdrBrown: ::looks at Engineering’s list of received items and compares to manifest::
Amanda Davis PhD: +com+ Dr Davis to Captain Chirakis. All the Pakleds are dying. Only a few are left. One gave me a message.
CdrBrown: ::send the cross reference to Chirakis::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm sorry. I have not been myself since I got back. This job is harder now until I get back 'into' it.
Sierra Robinson: :: wonders...Minnow's Revenge sure is not Starfleet...perhaps some of those Ferengi Parts ? ::
Chirakis: +Davis+ Send the message to my office.
mimipavilion: Well, I was looking at the current DNA sequence of the Pakleds and compared them before they ate the plants as well as the plants original DNA sequence, if that's what it is. But is it possible the plants are somehow altering the Pakleds DNA?
Alexis McFarland: ::giggles as they run around the park::
Amanda Davis PhD: +Chirakis+ Yes, ma'am.
Sierra Robinson: Well I think we will get through our calamities...we are not down for the count yet. :: smiles behind her mask ::
mimipavilion: I mean to kill them.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Just had a realization a bit ago...does not help things. I am observing the work loads.
Sierra Robinson: work loads sir?
Nijil tr'Korjata: This would have wrecked me as Prani... the Yith have great senses of smell.
Nijil tr'Korjata: On the work board, what we send our teams to fix, if the computer can't fix it.
Sierra Robinson: Right...
Sierra Robinson: :: looks ::
Chirakis: :::the tablet at her side sends a message:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I think other than the big plant issue, we are doing well.
Chirakis: :::she reads and turns it off::
Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: If it was engineered to do so? Yes. ::Brings up a couple of holo images on the table she was working at.:: It is possible that the Pakleds have achieved an unknown goal. So the best course of action would be to wipe out the witnesses.
Sierra Robinson: Nice to see sir..
Tarisa: Sorry if I made this grim.
Alexis McFarland: ::catches and snuggles Miana::
Nijil tr'Korjata: I've heard inklings of what's going on with the Pakleds...
mimipavilion: ::thinks:: ok ::looks at Tarisa:: It's not a problem.
Dacia Sandero: ::checking in on some the live Pakleds::
Sierra Robinson: :: listens ::
mimipavilion: I'll let Chirakis know.
 
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Well done.
Chirakis: TBS is 5 hours to bring us to 2 pm.
Chirakis: At that point we will have a conference to understand what is happening.
Chirakis: Questions from the crew?
Chirakis: Comments from Commander Coleridge?
Scott Coleridge: Nope.
Chirakis: Very well.
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.