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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 1215.2019 Things have quieted down for the moment. Engineering along with command staff are inspecting the unusual device found aboard one of the Elasian vessels.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: During an inspection of one of the Elasian cruisers, the Engineering team found an unusual, alien device hidden away behind a false wall. In trying to remove it, they triggered an EMP that shorted out all electronic devices aboard. Elsewhere, there was an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Asher is, unharmed, and returning to Excalibur. The Federation fleet has been put on alert. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Making his way to the bridge, Rex in tow:: Hakran K'hal: :: back on the bridge after having cleaned up and changed back into a normal uniform :: Rhan K'hal: :: also on the bridge, but where else would he be honestly - listening in on communications to get the lowdown :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Staring at the device they'd brought from the other ship.:: Uh... do you think it is safe for this thing to be here? What if we trigger it by accident and it fries all our systems? Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops out of the turbolift in her full blue uniform rather than the jungle clothes, taking her seat back at Science II. :: "Got some interesting info from Valdar on that crater, sir... but I think we're a little busy for that at the moment." William Chocox: Won't be the first time I've fried the systems on an Excalibur so you'll be in good company. Hakran K'hal: I'm sure it'll keep. Indaura Ryssan: :: Running her office in sickbay :: William Chocox: And hopefully we can find the power source and keep it from turning on. Irene Mincine: :: Val is keeping an eye on the short-range sensors, ready to act at a moment's notice if anything starts blowing up or frying things near Excalibur, too. She looks very tense. :: William Chocox: ::starts scanning it:: Cptn Swain: ::Exits onto the bridge, looking less than his usual dapper self:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Nods. :: "I've transferred all the life signs I could pick up in the embassy to the planetary rescue net, as well." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose as Swain appeared on the bridge to move to his seat, giving the Captain a nod.:: All in one piece? Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain :: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Rex too, who is presumably still in tow :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Pretty much. Indaura Ryssan: :: Healing the injured, hypos and regenerators :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Puts up a live feed from Chocox's scans onto one of the displays so more people can view it in real time.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Anyone know what happened down there? Rhan K'hal: Something went boom. Irene Mincine: Irene> "That's... what the ship's sensor logs pretty much say, yeah. Sir." Cptn Swain: The initial report is an overload in the cities power grid. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Is that likely to be accurate? Or do you believe it was something... or someone... else? Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: I am not sure. It would be... odd for it to just happen to be the EPS junction outside the Federation embassy. William Chocox: ::keeps scanning:: Some seemingly bog standard electronics...there's the EMP generators. Rhan K'hal: There's been a lot of chatter on government and military channels. The open channels are mostly speculative or straight business. The encrypted channels interest me a little more in their ... directness. Though of course I do not have authorization to get hacky. Hakran K'hal: Sensors also indicate a considerable increase in military readiness, which is saying something for Elasians. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Rhan briefly:: Commander Rex told me there was a... problem aboard one of the destroyers? Rhan K'hal: Some sort of device that Will and Co. discovered. On trying to figure out what it was it EMP'd. Irene Mincine: Irene> "A citywide electrical grid has thousands of those EPS junctions. And being a Federation outpost, it's probably our equipment there instead of Elasian." Rhan K'hal: They're still working on it to avoid any repeats. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He started feeding the diagnostic data into the computer.:: Maybe, if we can figure out where the components came from, we can get an idea of why it was on that ship. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Would a device like that blow out an EPS grid if it were on the planet instead of a ship?" William Chocox: ::looks up at big feed for a closer look:: Indeed...does that look like the power system to you? ::points:: Looks like it to me. Rhan K'hal: If it knocked out the control equipment for the node in a certain order it's possible that the electro-plasma could cause an explosion. But it would have to be very controlled for it to boom instead of just whoosh. Rhan K'hal: :: learned way too much about power grids a couple of missions ago :: Cptn Swain: Well fortunately unless we get orders, it's not our problem. Hakran K'hal: Cheerful thought. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Squinty.:: Maybe. If it is, then that's the memory module there. ::Pointing at the render.:: Rhan K'hal: I can turn off the communications equipment to make sure, sir. :: wry smile :: Irene Mincine: :: Turning around with a grin. :: Val> "Now you two are thinking like fighter pilots." William Chocox: Yeah, that makes sense to me...ooh, there's probably a lot of juicy details on that module. Rhan K'hal: I am not. I prefer a space vessel I can stand in. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Signal the Yalta that we're on standby. : Rhan K'hal: :: inclines head at Swain :: Aye, Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: pings the Yalta to let them know :: Hakran K'hal: :: sits back :: I'm just not seeing anything useful in the data we have. We just weren't looking that way at the time. Our passive sensors are awesome but we are not omniscient. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to the XO chair: I am going to get a shower and change uniforms. Meet me down in engineering in an hour. I'd like to take a look at whatever Will has found. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks a little guilty. :: "We were, after all, messing around in the jungle..." Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: Yes, we specifically were looking up at the time. Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Sickbay here, let me know if we are expecting incoming medical issues. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Gives Swain a nod.:: Aye, sir. I'm just as interested in seeing it, as well, primarily to find out who planted it. William Chocox: ::finishes his scan:: Alright, let's make sure we're not about to blow the ship up because of some tripwire. ::looks:: Maybe want to ask the guys upstairs if they want us to wait to disassemble it. +Bridge+ Chocox to Bridge. Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ I will Doctor, right after I call the caterers. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Go ahead, Chief. William Chocox: +Rhan+ If either the Captain or Commander Stanton are there, can you ask them if they want us to wait on disassembling this device? Or to just go for it? Cptn Swain: ::Nods and heads out:: Rhan K'hal: Commander, this one's for you. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowns: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Whispers to Hakran. :: "Sometimes I'm glad my shirt is green and not red..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ You may proceed cautiously, Lieutenant. As soon as the Captain is cleaned up, we'll be down to view your progress. I'd suggest working on it within a containment field. Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: You've managed to get it red plenty. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Acknowledged Commander. We'll be waiting for you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Hmph. I'll try not to stain the new ship's carpets." Hakran K'hal: ::changes subject :: So what did Valdar manage to find? Hakran K'hal: Shall we drop in on geo? William Chocox: ::turns to Reynolds:: Let's get this show on the road. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Shrugs, holding up a padd. :: "I've got her report, unless you want to head down there. The craters were not caused by meteor impacts at all." Hakran K'hal: Weapons impacts? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds up a plasma cutter a bit too eagerly.:: Ready, sir! Irene Mincine: Irene> "Close. Nuclear tests!" William Chocox: Oooooookay! ::gently pushes the plasma cutter down:: Let's take a deep breath, and keep calm. Hakran K'hal: They had an interesting recipe to get that combination of elements. Also explains why they're in no hurry to go exploring there. Hakran K'hal: Makes me wonder if the flappy thing of horror is "natural." You want to go down and collect some more samples? :: joking but deadpan :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::A bit deflated.:: Oh... not the plasma cutter first, then? Rhan K'hal: (( ye gods, Will is the voice of reason now )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds up a spanner.:: I guess, this? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( How the tables have turned. )) William Chocox: We'll see. First things first, we're going to set up a containment field. Then we'll decide which tool to use first. I do love the enthusiasm though. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Grins. :: "Most likely natural, despite what the holonovels tell you about giant monsters. Yeah, we found natural ingredients for a bomb along with byproducts of a detonation. Trinitite and other artificial glass." William Chocox: ((Well, when you're the Chief of Engineering you need to be sane if your immediate superior wasn't in the same position before command.)) Hakran K'hal: You and your team did good work, Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Oh, containment field. Right. Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams. :: "Thank you, sir!" Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Hakran K'hal: Speaking of working, I think it's time I made my rounds. :: rises :: Take some bridge duty, should be a light load. Seems like the excitement is over. Irene Mincine: Irene> "All right." :: She slides over to Science I. :: "I'll try not to blow anything up while you're gone." William Chocox: Yes. ::types into his console the necessary commands:: Rhan K'hal: :: calls over from across the bridge :: That's Will's job. Hakran K'hal: :: snorts, heads for the lift :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles and logs herself into the console. :: William Chocox: ((::feels a disturbance in the Force::)) Indaura Ryssan: :: Updating records, checking supplies :: Rhan K'hal: :: half sits on his console while he flips through audio channels :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 1201.2019 - No Sim (Thanksgiving) SD 1208.2019 During an inspection of one of the Elasian cruisers, the Engineering team found an unusual, alien device hidden away behind a false wall. In trying to remove it, they triggered an EMP that shorted out all electronic devices aboard. Elsewhere, there was an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Asher is unharmed and returning to Excalibur. The Federation fleet has been put on alert.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off, Excalibur had detected an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Meanwhile while investigating an unusual device aboard an Elasian cruiser, Will and his engineering team triggered an EM pulse that disabled all technology in the area of the device. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: # ::to the group at large:: Alright, sound off, who's not dead? VonDrake: ::on the Excalibur in Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: @ ::unaware of the drama off in the capital or in orbit, is leading the team from the protection of one tree canopy to the next :: Cptn Swain: Rex> ::frowns at the report:: Planetary authorities are responding. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's playing security for the science team with her phaser. Tiran is complaining about the pterosaur. :: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, tending to her last patient that transferred over.:: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "Should we bring up the away team from the surface, sir?" Rhan K'hal: I've lost contact with the engineering team on board the [ship name]. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Peering down at his tricorder, frowning. Glances up, looking about the corridor.:: I think... I think we're all fine, sir. Our equipment is dead, however. William Chocox: #::sighs:: Not again. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowns deeper:: The Yalta is signaling for the fleet to go to Yellow Alert Rhan K'hal: ::swivels the scanners over to that ship:: I have their life signs though. Looks like the power went out. Will's specialty, isn't it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Considering.:: Yes, recall all crew to the ship. And find out where Captain Swain is. If we can't get him on comms, I'm sending someone down. Set the ship to Yellow Alert. William Chocox: # Let's see if we can fix anything. Hakran K'hal: @ Damned oversized pigeon. Shoo! Cptn Swain: Rex> :Nods:: Yellow Alert, aye sir. Rhan K'hal: +SciTeam+ Excalibur to surface team. We've got to bring you up. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "We should be okay under the canopy of the rainforest. The"”" :: She gets the message from Rhan. :: "Great idea, lieutenant. Let's get the hell out of here." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::puts security on alert, and has a team on standby to go to the surface,:: Hakran K'hal: @ Looks like we'll have to be bad guests and leave the campsite for now. William Chocox: # ::looks over:: Is that thing still on? Hakran K'hal: @ +Rhan+ Go ahead, it's good timing. Maryse Dubois: ::Had just finished up when the ship went to yellow alert.:: +Rhan+ What's happening up there? Rhan K'hal: TR3> :: gets the word and initiates transport :: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ The list of what isn't would be shorter, Doc. Irene Mincine: @ "We can pick up the samples on our next excursion, or have Engineering transport them to a cargo bay." Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ We may end up with some casualties from the surface, not sure yet. So be prepared for potential burn victims, shrapnel injuries, etc. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ So Excalibur level of crazy. Gotcha. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Stanton:: Nothing from the Captain, last he reported in he was ::pauses:: at the embassy. Hakran K'hal: :: nods at Irene as the transport starts, shimmers back into being on the Excalibur :: William Chocox: #::tries to see if he can get a better look at the device:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I don't know, sir. I mean... we don't have any working instruments to get a reading. William Chocox: # True. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "The embassy." :: She says coldly. :: Hakran K'hal: :: notes the yellow alert :: Valdar, go ahead and run those samples down to the lab and pass them over to Semek. Everyone can tidy up a bit first, then report to stations. I'll be up on the bridge. Rhan K'hal: :: has a conversation with the transporter operator in TR3 :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Turns to Rex.:: Send a team. I want him found. Irene Mincine: Valdar> "Yes, sir." :: She nods, collecting everyone's sample packs and runs off to the lab with them. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Nods:: Yes, sir. ::Logs off his console:: On my way. Maryse Dubois: ::Keeps sickbay on standby.:: William Chocox: # And our communications are probably down. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: a care package shimmers onto the floor a meter away, with comm badges, tricorders, and some medical supplies :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Mr. K'hal, what's the status of our engineering away teams? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Science 2, reporting for duty." :: After handing her backpack to Valdar. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Heads to the lift after ordering his security team to meet them and informed the embassy he was on his way.:: Rhan K'hal: I just sent them a care package so we can figure out why they lost power over there on top of the communications. William Chocox: # Ooh, new toys. ::grabs a comm badge and keys it to himself:: +Excal+ Chocox to Excalibur. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Excalibur here, go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Takes one of the newly sent tricorders and scans the EMP device.:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift onto the bridge in his jungle attire, complete with a few leafy souvenirs stuck in his fur :: VonDrake: ::running diagnostics, trying to keep abreast of what's going on:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene follows Hakran out, wearing what would barely pass for a TOS miniskirt as her jungle uniform. She takes over at Science II. :: Hakran K'hal: :: sees right away what the urgency is about, does what he can to start sorting out scans of the embassy area :: William Chocox: #+Rhan+ So...this is absolutely not my fault, but we lost power here. Cptn Swain: $Rex>::Makes his way to the transporter room, and heads down to the embassy:: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ The timing could've been better, however it happened. What DID happen? Irene Mincine: :: Irene uses her expert biology knowledge to try to narrow down any life signs at the embassy. :: "We'll find him." Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::He and his security team beamed down to the surface, things were hectic as responders and police mingled with people.:: William Chocox: #+Rhan+ There's some sort of device attached to the power systems here. We cut power to the section to see what happened and an EMP went off. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ :: whistles:: That's not standard equipment I don't think. : :Stanton :: Commander, this one needs your attention. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Things were hectic, but it appeared the embassy itself was intact, though damaged.. He sighed with relief at that at least. :: +KHal+ Rex to Excalibur. William Chocox: #+Rhan+ Ensign Reynolds is trying to get more information from the device with one of our new tricorders. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He rose and ventured over to K'hal's station to have a look at the readings.:: VonDrake: ::now paying more attention to the chatter, realizes there a lot going on:: Rhan K'hal: :: switches to the other ear :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> It doesn't seem to be active any longer, sir. I'm not showing any power draw. Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ Go ahead. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon faces Rhan and Stanton with narrowed eyes, unnerving when one is yellow. :: "If someone is targeting the Federation, there could be a device like that onboard our ship." Cptn Swain: $Rex> +K+ We're approaching the embassy. It appears to be still intact. The local authorities have established a security perimeter. I haven't seen the Captain yet. We're making our way over . now. William Chocox: #::looks over to Reynolds:: Thank you Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Let's not jump to any conclusions. We don't know what is over there, much less why it is over there. ::To Carillon.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Should we try to remove it? ::Looking to Will for direction.:: Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ We've got you on sensors, we're also trying to sort out what we can, we have an entire task force scrutinizing things from orbit. Hakran K'hal: :: aside to Irene:: And I thought Rhan was the pessimist. William Chocox: #::walks over:: If we think it's inactive. Don't want it going off again. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks like she's not happy about being shut down, but goes back to monitoring the helm. :: "Right." Indaura Ryssan: :: In her office, last she thought :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Maybe it's a pilot thing." :: Still trying to find the captain's life signs." :: "I hate hardcore types." Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Moving through the scrum, he motioned to the team to spread out:: Hakran K'hal: :: while the majority of the sensor data coming from the planet is bio in the effort to locate survivors, there is enough for some chemical analyses, so he has the computer work on trying to identify any possible explosive signatures :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ What are you seeing over there, Lieutenant? William Chocox: #::takes a deep breath:: +Stanton+ We have a device of unknown origin and purpose attached to the power system of this ship. We cut power to the section in order to see if that would turn it off and allow us more options for analysis and removal. Unfortunately that caused an EMP to go off. We were going to attempt to remove the device as we do not detect any more power to it. Rhan K'hal: ::keeping an ear on as many things as he can while Obee handles the rest:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Will+ If you can do it safely, get it back over here for analysis. I want you off that ship soon. There's been an incident on the planet and we've recalled all crew. Start transporting everyone you don't need for the device removal. Irene Mincine: :: Irene relays all the life signs she finds to the rescue net. :: "I'm picking up plenty of people down there. No captain, yet..." Hakran K'hal: ::nods:: William Chocox: #+Stanton+ Understood sir. Alright, everyone but Reynolds, back to the Excalibur they're recalling the crew. Reynolds, you and me are going to remove this thing. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::Approaches the main entrance to the complex . where a Starfleet security officer was looking tired. He was covered in soot and smoke. Rex showed his clearance.:: I am looking for Captain Asher Swain. Rhan K'hal: ::contacts the TRs re: the engineers:: William Chocox: #::steps up to the device in question:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Yes, sir. ::Reaches for his tool case, ready to assist.:: Rhan K'hal: ::verifying:: Rhan K'hal: All crew engineers are back aboard aside from Chocox and Reynolds, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Sighs as he travels back to the Captain's seat. While he'd taken the command route to eventually command his own ship, he didn't want it happen like this. Swain seemed like a decent person despite his choice in hairstyles.:: William Chocox: #::starts looking to see where the connection points are:: Let's be careful, don't want to get shocked. Irene Mincine: Carillon frowned at the back and forth between the bridge and various teams. :: "I don't know if I can get used to being up here instead of out there..." Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting down in her office :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded to Rhan.:: Keep an eye on them. Bring them back if there's any more trouble on the surface. Device or no, I want everyone back. Rhan K'hal: Will do. VonDrake: ::watches as the engineering teams start filtering back in to main engineering:: Cptn Swain: $Security> We're still checking in, but try the main entrance. Cptn Swain: $Rex> What happened> Cptn Swain: $Security> There was an explosion, it all happened so quickly. Cptn Swain: $ Commander Rex. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::glances over:: Hakran K'hal: (( who invited Michael Bay to the embassy anyway? )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene made sure the transporter rooms were able to keep a solid lock on everyone down there. :: "Linking sensor grid with transporter system. You should be able to pull them out from just about anywhere." Hakran K'hal: The sensor resolution is pretty impressive. Cptn Swain: $Rex> ::sighs:: Captain. We tried raising you. Irene Mincine: Irene> "I really like this ship's sensors, yeah." Cptn Swain: $ Communications are limited to emergency transmissions only. I was about to send a messenger the old fashioned way. Cptn Swain: $Rex> +Excalibur+ Rex to bridge... Rhan K'hal: +Rex+ Go ahead, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::disengages one of the couplings that kept the device in place.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> So far so good, sir. Cptn Swain: $Rex> +K+ I am here with Captain Swain. William Chocox: #::disengages another one of the couplings:: Same here. Indaura Ryssan: :: Leaves her office and enters sickbay :: Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE . WARNING Rhan K'hal: ::lets out a breath:: +Rex+ Glad to hear it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Breathes a sigh of relief.:: William Chocox: ((There's like, 5 minutes left in the game. :P )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene's relief was palpable. Carillon's expression didn't change, as usual. :: Hakran K'hal: :: tail does a loop-de-loop while he continues concentrating on the sensor data :: William Chocox: # Let's keep going then. ::continues taking it out:: Cptn Swain: $ +Excalibur+ We'll head up soon. I want to get a status report from the embassy first. Hakran K'hal: I'm transferring my current data to you, Ensign. I want to take a look at what data we have on what happened with [Will's Elasian Ship]. Rhan K'hal: +Swain+ Understood, Captain. We have a lock on you now. Indaura Ryssan: :: Pokes her head in :: Hello? Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Severs another connection and relaxes when nothing happens.:: Irene Mincine: "Explosives, organics, same thing, really..." :: Watching the data come in to her panel. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 1124.2019 When we last left off, Excalibur had detected an explosion on the surface near the Federation embassy. Meanwhile, while investigating an unusual device aboard an Elasian cruiser, Will and his engineering team triggered an EM pulse that disabled all technology in the area of the device.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues its assignment to assist with inspection of Elasian vessels that are to be sold to the Cardassian government. Science is conducting a survey of the planet's lush, largely untouched jungles, while Medical has just been given several patients from the USS Yalta. During the inspection, Engineering has found something, but what? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @ :: following Irene to the point of interest :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over personnel records :: Maryse Dubois: ::Examining patients in sickbay, putting the new equipment through its paces.:: Rhan K'hal: :: keeping an ear on the comms :: William Chocox: #::walks up to Ensign Reynolds:: What do we have Ensign? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene and the team stop at the rim of a depression about a hundred meters across and several meters deep - the kind of thing you don't see in a jungle very often. Not much is growing in it. :: "This is what we believe is an impact site." Irene Mincine: Val> :: Keeping one hand on the throttle, so to speak. :: Indaura Ryssan: ( I saw the word depression and I thought that was my calling ) Irene Mincine: (Wrong kind :P) Hakran K'hal: @ Let's see what we have. :: pulls out his tricorder and scans for a moment :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Scratching his head as he stared at the inner panel of one of the power distribution nodes on the Elasian ship.:: Uh... that. We found it hidden behind a false wall. ::It was a strange looking thing, about the length of one's forearm, and bristled with connections and networks of all sort.:: One of the crewmen got zapped when he tried to examine it. It seems to be protected by... something. Maryse Dubois: ::Begins treatment for burns on one patient.:: Cptn Swain: $::On the surface, still at the embassy reviewing diplomatic cables.:: Hakran K'hal: @ Definitely not your average soil, indeed. Valdor, what's your take on the depression? William Chocox: #::looks at it:: Zapped how? Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeding her critters :: William Chocox: # And is he ok? Irene Mincine: @ :: Valdar is scanning as well. She wrinkles her nose. :: Valdar> "Rare earths and lanthanides everywhere. Pretty radioactive, which accounts for the lack of vegetation. We should be okay as long as we don't stay too long." Cptn Swain: Rex> ::still on the bridge at the tactical console, monitoring the situation. He hadn't seen this many ships on a tactical readout since the Dominion War. It was unsettling to say the least.:: Hakran K'hal: @ That's pretty loaded for a space rock. Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: the current generation face pops up on a console next to Maryse :: It looks like you're treating a patient. Would you like help? Hakran K'hal: @ :: frowns over his tricorder data, goes through a few settings and scans a bit more :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Yea, he's okay. It just shocked him a little and made his hair stand on end. ::He pointed to the device.:: Take one of those tools and you'll see for yourself. So long as you're not touching conductive material, it won't hurt you. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I think it has some kind of shielding. Irene Mincine: @ :: Valdar goes to a knee and collects a soil sample into a heavy container. :: Valdar> "Definitely not something you see every day." Maryse Dubois: ::Glares at the EMH.:: I know how to treat a burn patient, thanks. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "We don't have much in the way of radiation treatment supplies since, you know, jungle. I don't think we should stay around here too long." Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: looks disappointed :: All right, call me if you need me. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks her coffee maker :: Rhan K'hal: EMH> :: disappears from the screen :: William Chocox: #::rubs his chin as he thinks:: That sounds like the best explanation. You were right to alert me to this. Hakran K'hal: @ No, I don't think we want to visit the good doctor just yet. :: takes a very precise location reading :: This is something I think I'd like to get a scan of from the ship, if we can get permission. Hakran K'hal: @ Valdor, I'll want that sample analyzed asap. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> We thought about cutting power to this section, but didn't want to do anything drastic until you had a look. Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: That'll be the day Cptn Swain: ACTION> Flanked by several fighters painted with chrome stripes on their wings, a large, sleek silver transport skiff emerges from the surface and enters into the formation, passing by the Excalibur well enough for anyone near a view port to get . a good look before it heads towards the Soltok. Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes her patient and goes to a new one.:: Irene Mincine: @ Irene nods. Irene> "I agree. The ship's sensors would cut through the radiation much better than these tricorders." Irene Mincine: @ Valdar> "Yes, sir." :: She puts the sample container in her backpack and climbs back to her feet. :: Hakran K'hal: @ All right, anything else we should look at while we're out and about? No point getting ready twice. William Chocox: # That's the second good idea you've had, but I'm concerned that cutting the power might cause a failsafe to trip. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::glancing up to the view screen and the Elasian yacht:: They sure don't do subtle, do they? Rhan K'hal: No, and they don't care much for a ship's personal space either. That was a bit close. Irene Mincine: Carillon> :: The proximity alarm beeps on the helm console. :: "Elasian transport violated our security perimeter. Were we expecting them, sir?" William Chocox: # What happens if you scan it with a tricorder? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene looks at her tricorder. :: "Out this way? Not too sure. It's a whole lot of thick trees in every direction." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up at the alarm, one pale brow lifting.:: Not exactly, but we'll let it slide. Looks like one of the VIPs that the Captain is supposed to meet. Rhan K'hal: :: gives Val an amused glance as we complain about the space violation at the same time :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> So what do you want us to do? ::Frowning at the device.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over her new patient.:: How did you all get injured? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon looks at Rhan as well and laughs to herself. :: "We're on the ball." Cptn Swain: Rex> The ID tag has that as the Royal Yacht "Audacious." Rhan K'hal: Well named ship if I ever saw one. William Chocox: # I'm going to scan it and see if anything pops out like a failsafe. If there isn't anything there we'll cut power, if there is...we'll burn bridges once we get there. ::takes out his tricorder and starts to scan. Hakran K'hal: @ Makes you wonder why, even as a militant civilization, would they not have any scientific data from this area. Irene Mincine: @ Irene looks at her tricorder. :: "The planetary data net has nothing on this region at all, yeah. It's like they just don't care about it. The closest settlement is 800 miles to the west." Cptn Swain: Rex> I have to admit, though, they do design pretty ships. Even if all chrome sees a bit much from a transport. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "They're made to awe the competition. First impressions and all." Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if she should visit people at their place... :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Chocox's scans don't show anything to indicate the device is tied to the backup power systems. Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks at Irene :: I wonder how many of those dimples this region might have? :: gives his pointy beard a stroke or two :: I think we should head back to the camp. Tiran and I can haul all the samples back up to the ship and he can get off the hook for a bit back into the lab. I want to get started on those scans, and I can pass of Valdar's sample onto the planetary science people. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Frowns as he sees a message come across datanet:: Apparently there's a big protest on DS9 organized by the Bajorans about this deal. William Chocox: # Huh...that's interesting. It doesn't appear to be tied to the backup power systems...where is it getting its power from then? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods. :: "Good idea. The sensors will be able to find more of them if they're out here, and I want to know if there are." :: Tiran grins, knowing he's going to get back to the ship soon. :: Rhan K'hal: No surprise there. Hakran K'hal: @ I'd like to keep the rest of you down here for now. It'd be easier to move to another location if we look like we're just relocating, rather than starting a whole new expedition. Hakran K'hal: @ So find some more new plants, or analyze tree animals having sex, whatever. William Chocox: # How little of the section can we cut power too? I don't want to be too much in the dark. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'd be protesting if I were Bajoran." Hakran K'hal: @ :: starts back to the camp at a good clip, obviously expecting everyone to keep up :: Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "Analyze trees having sex, got it." :: Valdar laughs, they follow Hakran. Irene has no trouble keeping up. Valdar is right behind her, the other two scientists are pretty behind. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> Maybe it has its own primary generator. Ah, according to the ship plans, if we cut power to this section, it'll only be about a quarter of the deck without power. Cptn Swain: @ACTION> The @ Team hears a sort of feral scream over head and the, if they look up, a large, winged lizard looking creature soaring over the tree-tops of the jungle. William Chocox: # Alright...hmph... ::ponders a bit more. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene looks up and whips out her tricorder hearing the yell. :: Irene> "Look at the size of that thing!" :: Tiran ducks and covers. Hakran K'hal: @ :: looks up :: And screech right back at you. I guess there's another good reason to avoid this area. Hakran K'hal: @ I think we'd best avoid any clearings until that thing decides we're too annoying to try to eat. Plus I really don't want to have to shoot anything. For all I know it's the Elasian royal mascot. William Chocox: # What is it connected to? Just the power system? Hakran K'hal: @ :: slows and takes considerably more care about his surroundings now :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene follows, drawing her phaser. :: "I think I'm the best shot of any of us. Just in case." :: The other scientists huddle as close as possible so they don't get grabbed by anything big and flying. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> As far as we can tell. ::Still frowning.:: William Chocox: # Alright, let's cut power and see if that changes anything, though I would recommend we stand a bit back while doing so. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Alarms all over the Excalibur bridge start going off as reports of an explosion in the Elasian capital city's West Shore district, the location of the Federation embassy, begin coming through on civilian and military channels. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> I'm not going to argue with that. ::He retreated some distance away, waiting for Chocox to get clear before tapping in commands to cut power.:: William Chocox: # ::steps away with him:: Rhan K'hal: Oh, dammit. Rhan K'hal: Commander, we have a problem. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Slightly worried look toward Ops.:: What in the devil is going on? Rhan K'hal: There are reports of an explosion in the capital near our Embassy. Rhan K'hal: It's all over practically every channel. Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Looking at the same information coming over the tactical readouts: Irene Mincine: :: Carillon goes into hyper-awareness mode. :: "That is real bad." :: It doesn't come over the helm, but she brings it up anyway. :: Cptn Swain: ..and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> ::Engineering cuts power to that section on the Elasian ship. All systems go dark except for the bright blue glow of the device.:: William Chocox: # Well, at least we know it has its own power system. Rhan K'hal: :: tries to cut through the confusion and get some actual data, not to mention to get through to the flagship :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #ACTION> The device suddenly beeps and emits an EMP pulse that takes out power to the Elasian ship and all of the Away Team's devices, including their comms. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 1117.2019 The Excalibur continues its assignment to assist with inspection of Elasian vessels that are to be sold to the Cardassian government. Science is conducting a survey of the planet's lush, largely untouched jungles, while Medical has just been given several patients from the USS Yalta. During the inspection, Engineering has found something, but what?
  8. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has joined the task force assigned to first inspect the Elasian vessels destined for Cardassian space, then participate in the escort. Engineering is working on their allotment of around 40-50 mostly destroyer and patrol ships, while science is conducting a survey of the Elasian jungles. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: More furniture in her office :: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shimmers into the jungle science camp in his tropical gear :: William Chocox: +Random Ensign+ For the last time, do not replicate anything just to prank a coworker. I will send Ensign Torthem over there, with my express directive to start an argument on the finer points of prankery. Do not test me on this. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene is typing on her padd leaning against one of the more solid tent-poles. She's sweaty and has a few bug bites, but looks well enough. Her team is currently taking a meal break. :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::the new chief of security was inspecting the bridge, he'd noticed that the Captain seemed to be avoiding him, but he didn't want to make too much of it. He was disappointed not to find Asher on the bridge, either. He preferred to know where the Captain was, loosely, at all times.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: expertly flicks away an insect with his tail as he looks around :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out of her office, heading down the hall to Indaura's. Rings the chime.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::On the bridge since the Captain was currently elsewhere, he glanced at the newcomer with a raised eyebrow.:: Chief? Finding everything in order? Indaura Ryssan: :: yells :: Come in! Hakran K'hal: I guess I won't mention the roast chicken I just had for lunch. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: Commander. Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeding her beetles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps in.:: I was checking to see how decorating was coming. ::Looking around.:: Irene Mincine: @ "Oh, the rations aren't so bad for the first couple days. What's up?" :: Irene looks up from her padd. Valdar, Horchuk, and Tiran are sharing field rations. :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Is at helm, as usual. She acknowledges the newcomer and goes back to... helming. :: Rhan K'hal: :: in the shuttle bay, keeping them on their toes :: Indaura Ryssan: Well, the furniture is coming in.. tables for my creatures. Oh, hungry are you. :: drops something into the cage :: Indaura Ryssan: Chair, couch, table.. coffee maker. Hakran K'hal: The sky, or so I'm told. Thought I'd get away hovering over everyone else and join you down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Good. Glad you made it up here. Why don't you have a seat. ::As he was currently occupying the Captain's chair, he gestured to the VIP chair beside it.:: Maryse Dubois: It's coming together nicely then. Indaura Ryssan: :: Spreads her hands along the couch's cushion :: Trying to get the softest I can fine, without causing patients to fall asleep Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "You mean to see if I need babysitting, don't you? Everything's going fine." :: She held open the flap of the tent she was leaning against, showing him the wide array of plant, insect, rock, and soil samples they took. :: "My team has been doing great. We're collecting lots of valuable data on the unexplored jungle." Cptn Swain: #::On the surface, drinking tea at the Federation embassy where he'd been reading over diplomatic cables.:: Maryse Dubois: I can picture a chaise longue over there. If I find a good design, I'll let you know. William Chocox: +Ensign Torthem+ Ensign Torthem? I need you to go to ::rattles off ship name:: Mhmm, I'm expecting at least a 30 minute discussion. Indaura Ryssan: I have to say I am a bit... :: thinking of the word :: Exciting for a patient, though really the best thing would be to never need me. Hakran K'hal: @ If you needed babysitting I would've been down here a lot earlier. :: walks over and looks at some of the samples :: You've been busy bees. Or whatever the local equivalent is. Indaura Ryssan: Now if it's the Captain I think my beetles will be nervous. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene smiles, watching him go over the samples. They're a mix of jungle life. :: "The Elasians call them paralati. An important part of the ecosystem." Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Have you begun to open your schedule yet? Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Takes his position on the bridge, looking over the status reports. With so many ships in orbit the were on heightened alert.:: Indaura Ryssan: I will send out a general mail, but I should seek out potential patients Hakran K'hal: Find anything out of the ordinary yet? I'm sure the Elasians would love to hear about a new species at least, since it seems they got bored exploring the same old stuff, having not bothered much with this area. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Indaura Ryssan: Maybe a certain Chief Medical Officer. How is your mental wellbeing? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene points to a rack of insect jars against the tent wall. :: "These are all uncatalogued in the reference guide I got from the planetary data net." Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: Never better. Actually much better since our extended leave. Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Glances down to the commander.:: We have a request from the flagship, sir. Indaura Ryssan: Same here. I connected with family I've not seen in a while. Large family. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Looks up from his report.:: What sort of request? Rhan K'hal: :: expressing some annoyance at the haphazard way some equipment crates have been stacked :: Being busy is no excuse for putting them up so they could fall on someone's head if I sneezed too hard, let alone something bumps the ship. Hakran K'hal: Good! They will look forward to you report. Probably more than I will since they'd assign someone to it who'd understand it more than I do. :: amused :: Indaura Ryssan: Even some lost romance... well, not lost, just abandoned. Maryse Dubois: Oh? Cptn Swain: Lucian> The Yalta is asking if they can transfer some patients to us. They're having some sort of EPS disruption. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene nods. :: "We've spent most of today in the analysis tent running basic genetic scans on things. The team's happy to get out of the heat for a few hours, that's for sure. How much longer are you letting us stay?" Indaura Ryssan: Someone I :: smiles :: was attracted to during my medical studies. Never went very far, and he's not one of my co-husbands, but... it was enlightening on what could have been. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Perks up hearing about a ship with problems. :: Hakran K'hal: @ Until someone on the command staff says we're done or the Elasians say thank you very much buhbye now. So long as you're still getting results. Indaura Ryssan: It's the reason I lengthened my hair. He thought it a good idea, reminded him of years ago. William Chocox: ::continues looking over reports:: Cptn Swain: Lucian> Nothing major, but they have a few patients that they're worried about. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "All right. How are things up on the ship?" William Chocox: ((I'm an expert in EPS systems.)) Rhan K'hal: :: having successfully managed to impart the importance of safety, and getting the equipment re-stacked, takes his leave and heads out :: Indaura Ryssan: I never asked Doctor, any husbands? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> I don't see why not. I'm sure our medical crew can handle whatever they send over. It is rather quiet down there. Send them an affirmative and ask if they need assistance with repairs. I'll inform medical of incoming. Indaura Ryssan: If not you'd be a fine catch, even on Denobula. Indaura Ryssan: :: goes to check on her other creatures Hakran K'hal: @ Hectic. Harried engineers running back and forth between the transporter rooms, security looking like someone installed duranium rods into their lower GI tracts, Rhan going between cajoling and barking at the various operations staff. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: No no. I don't plan to get tied down just yet. Rhan K'hal: :: pops up onto the bridge :: Cptn Swain: Lucian> ::Nods:: I'll inform the Yalta. Irene Mincine: @ Irene> :: Laughs. :: "So you're glad to be down here in the heat. I know I am compared to that." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Medical receives a priority one alert that they will soon be receiving patients from the Yalta in need of medical care. Indaura Ryssan: :: Continues as she talks into a cage :: If you ever find yourself involved with two males at once, let me know. Hakran K'hal: @ Yeah, especially when they send scan results over to science thinking it might be something weird, when 100% of the time so far it's been an equipment malfunction. And *they're* the engineers. They really threw some green crew at us, and I don't mean Orions. Maryse Dubois: Ha! I'll think out it. ::gets the call.:: Oh. Looks like I get to test some new equipment. Maryse Dubois: ::Heads out to main sickbay. Has her team prep.:: Indaura Ryssan: If you need a hand call me Irene Mincine: @ Irene> "I know what you mean. Ensign Tiran's been complaining nonstop ever since we got to the surface. At least Horchuk is doing okay. They're both straight out of the academy." Rhan K'hal: :: gets the update from Ensign Obee at Ops on the goings on, and then heads over to mission ops and logs in :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: It shouldn't get crazy, at least I wouldn't think. Hakran K'hal: @ So what's your plan of attack for the rest of the day? Irene Mincine: @ "Well, if I don't know when I'm going to go back, we probably shouldn't collect too many more samples. I think we're going to keep analyzing the ones that we've got." Hakran K'hal: @ Exactly what I didn't want to hear. :: a pause :: Because that means I'm of no use whatsoever unless you need me to brainlessly wave a sensor wand over something. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene hrms. :: "There was another spot I wanted to check out. It's near what Ensign Valdar thinks is a small meteor impact site from a couple thousand years ago. It deposited some foreign minerals so the soil composition is a different from the surrounding area. Iridium, yttrium, stuff like that." William Chocox: ::sees another report:: I swear...did Miranda have to deal with such shenanigans? Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> +Sickbay+ Bridge to sickbay, Yalta initiating transport. Hakran K'hal: @ That I know something about. Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ We are ready. Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene adjusts some of the sample containers. :: "I figured you'd be excited. It's about 600 meters to the northeast if you feel like coming along." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: verifies the authenticity of incoming transporter stream as the Yalta transports over the patients :: Hakran K'hal: @ Lead the way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances to the Ensign at Ops as the transport is initiated.:: I want files on those patients as soon as you can get them from the Yalta, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: ::Watches as patients arrive.:: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene collects her sample collection supplies into a backpack. :: "OK. We haven't found anything big or threatening out here, so this should be all you need." :: She tosses a can of insect repellent to Hak and heads out to gather her team. :: "I'm gonna go rally the troops." Rhan K'hal: :: gets a call from TR 2 that the issue with the buffers has popped up again :: +TR2+ Go offline and get some of those engineers to actually fix it this time instead of banging it indiscriminately with a wrench. I'll reroute the planned transports out. Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> Aye, Commander. Hakran K'hal: @ :: bends an ear sideways at the can after catching it :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene seems much happier being able to practice her specialty than having to deal with the temporal crap, that's for sure. She gathers up the science team and then goes to get Hak. :: "Come on, lieutenant, daylight's burning." Rhan K'hal: Ens Obee> :: transfers the medical files to sickbay, and the personnel files with the doctors notes to Stanton - because doctor/patient confidentiality isn't his to break :: Hakran K'hal: @ Yes ma'am. :: more amused :: Maryse Dubois: ::Her and her team begins treating patients.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ Ah... sir? This is Reynolds on inspection team three. We've... I think we found something that you need to take a look at. Can you beam over? Irene Mincine: @ :: Irene is so focused on the task that she doesn't even notice her slight breach of protocol. Oh well. They head off through the thick Elasian jungle. :: "Try not to step on that, it's a pretty nasty snake. Not poisonous, but Valdar will tell you it itches like nothing else. And these vines are surprisingly thick, and..." :: She goes on and on and on. :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Understood, I'll be over in a bit. May I ask what this is? Hakran K'hal: @ :: tail swishing to act as a rear insect shield, he listens to Irene go on and on without complaint :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Starts looking over the personnel files, which he also forwards to security. It never hurt to be prepared.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Ensign Reynolds> +Chocox+ We *think* it might be some sort of power induction tied into the main grid, but... looks like something of a hack job. Could be something else entirely. We're not sure. Rhan K'hal: :: eavesdropping on the various calls coming in from the engineers, it is his job unless it's specifically encrypted - then it's just fun - his ears perk up listening to Reynolds :: William Chocox: +Reynolds+ Ok, thank you for letting me know. ::grabs his toolbox:: +Stanton+ Chocox to Stanton. Irene Mincine: Val> "What's up?" :: Looking to Rhan. Nothing escapes her notice. :: Cptn Swain: << 3 MINUTE WARNING >> Rhan K'hal: :: looks down at Val :: One of the engineers... :: stops as Will calls in :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Lying on her couch :: Rhan K'hal: :: points to the ceiling like "here it come" :: Hakran K'hal: @ I may have to turn you over to the Elasians as a tour guide. Irene Mincine: @ :: Ensign Tiran catches up with Hakran. He's a stocky human with a black crew-cut, drenched in sweat. Irene is still blabbing. :: Tiran> "Sir, I request reassignment from this, this hellhole. I'm a laboratory botanist, not a field researcher. I've never been anywhere this hot!" :: He seems like a real complainer. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Stanton here. Go ahead. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Nods. :: "Say no more." William Chocox: +Stanton+ Ensign Reynolds and their team have found something that they feel I need to take a look at. I'm going to transport over to the ship their on with my toolkit. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> +Chocox+ Very well. Keep me informed. William Chocox: +Stanton+ Acknowledged. ::walks into the turbolift to the transporter room:: Hakran K'hal: @ While I appreciate the sentiment, Ensign, as a fellow lab denizen, you're reporting to Ensign Mincine on this away team. Jump over of the chain of command again and you'll be in a hotter place than this. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: @ :: Tiran looks disappointed. :: Tiran> "Yes, sir..." :: He grumbles and goes back to walking with Valdar and Horchuk. Hakran K'hal: @ :: speeds up to be even with Irene, says just loud enough for her to hear :: Break him in, or break him off. Indaura Ryssan: :: drifts off to sleep :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. SD 1110.2019 Excalibur has joined the task force assigned to first inspect the Elasian vessels destined for Cardassian space, then participate in the escort. Engineering is working on their allotment of around 40-50 mostly destroyer and patrol ships, while science is conducting a survey of the Elasian jungles.
  10. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in the Elasian home system, where a fleet of around 400 vessels are being prepared to be escorted to Cardassian space. Several other Federation starships are already in orbit. The Excalibur has been assigned to inspect around 50 ships to assure that Federation weapon and defense systems have been removed in accordance to treaty obligations. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: looking over the system scan :: Thaaaaat's a lotta ships. William Chocox: ::looks over the teams he's set up to go do inspections:: Ok folks, I realize there's not a whole lot of you, and a whole lot of ships, but we need to do this with the utmost dilligence. Maryse Dubois: ::Working on her desk computer, getting it set to her liking.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Occupied trying to keep the Excalibur from crashing into any of them. :: "Damn right that's a lot of ships. The collision warning system's having a hell of a time keeping up." Rhan K'hal: Geez, who parked these things, a troop of monkeys? :: gives the navigation computer a processing boost :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, as usual. She finally found the crate of mice and was at work with them to check out all her new lab equipment. :: "Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Hakran K'hal: :: at science one on the bridge :: That's an insult to monkeys. Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in her empty new office :: Hmm. :: twirls around :: Mmm. No no.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::While reading one's data padd while one walked through the ship's corridors might be reckless for most people, Jalen's pips seemed to make others move out of his way. Only once he'd crashed into a hapless ensign that hadn't been paying attention, but the horrified look on the poor man's face made Jalen laugh off the encounter. Glancing up from his report, he realize that he'd traveled past his destination and retreated a few doors back to enter main medical.:: William Chocox: So, once again the assignments are ::starts rattling off the assignments to the various teams:: Once we get the go ahead from Ops everyone will be beaming and shuttling over. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A large warship comes into view. ID'd as the SOLTOK, it bristles with weapons and is the size of a Romulan Warbird. A chrome strip at the bow of the ship glints as the Elasian sun breaks over the horizon. Rhan K'hal: Okay, coming online with the local area network. Should now have access to the shared sensor grid, tactical overview and communications. Rhan K'hal: Aaaand that must be the Elasian flagship. Maryse Dubois: ::Got up from her computer and stepped out of her office, stretching. She noticed someone coming in from down the hall.:: Oh we have a visitor. :;Walks out into Sickbay.:: Hello Commander. Hakran K'hal: That one certainly isn't stripped of weapons. Cptn Swain: ::Glances up to the view screen:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Tap tap tap. :: "Got the downlink in my console. Elasian battlecruiser off the bow. I don't like being surrounded by this many ships." :: She spoke like a military officer when she was this focused, her mechanical hand going like crazy. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: to herself :: I need more than one chair. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters about compensating for something Cptn Swain: Put us into formation. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sends Hakran a message that all the biology lab equipment has been checked out and is working properly. If there's a need for a biologist, she's available. :: Hakran K'hal: The good news is some of them are ours. Irene Mincine: Val> "Aye, forming up with the Soltok." :: The Excalibur was commanded to deftly maneuver through the cloud of starships to a position near the Elasian ship. :: Hakran K'hal: :: checks the message, acknowledges :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded at Maryse.:: Doctor. I received your recommendation for counselor and wanted to speak with you about the report you sent. Both of you, if Dr. Ryssan is available, as well. William Chocox: We'll get started soon hopefully. +Bridge+ Chocox to Bridge, when can my engineering teams get started on their inspections? Rhan K'hal: +Will+ When my charming voice comes from the heavens saying "get ready, get set, go!" Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: She is. This way. ::Heads down the little hallway. She motions for the Commander to take a seat in her office. Then she goes to fetch Indaura.:: Commander Stanton would like a word with us. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Rhan:: Tell engineering they can begin their inspections. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank you sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to sit at her desk.. wonders if she should start at the top or work her way up :: Rhan K'hal: +Will+ So Get Ready, Get Set, Go! William Chocox: +Rhan+ And apparently that's now, thank you. ::turns to his teams:: You have your assignments let's go! Hakran K'hal: :: grunts, moderately amused :: Irene Mincine: :: In the meantime, Irene scratches at the ferret bites and scratches on her hands from the _last_ cargo porter screwup. She orders up some analgesic cream from the replicator. :: Rhan K'hal: :: lets the transporter rooms and shuttle bay know the mission has a green light :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Hakran: This will be a long week of inspections. I asked and got permission for our science teams to head down to the Elasian homeworld. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Right there Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to join Doctor Dubois :: Hakran K'hal: Oh? Cptn Swain: ::Hak:: The jungles of their southern continents have some extremely interesting wildlife. Feel free to put together a team and head down. Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to her office and before she sits, she turns.:: Anything to drink? Hakran K'hal: :: surprised :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns around in her seat. :: "We should remain in transporter range of the surface from our position alongside the Elasian battlecruiser, cap. Er, sir." Indaura Ryssan: Coffee, black with sugar Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Val:: Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Captain. It'll keep some of my people from going stir crazy. Or from poking the mice too hard. Indaura Ryssan: What is this about Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Gets Indaura's coffee.:: Anything for you Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Settling into a chair in Maryse's office, he shook his head.:: None for me, thank you. Cptn Swain: ::Grins and winks at Hakran:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises from his seat :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes her seat after handing off the drink.:: William Chocox: ::pulls up the screen he had on his console to monitor the status of the inspection teams:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan as he heads to the lift :: Which TR will have the shortest line? Cptn Swain: ACTION> A message from the Federation command ship, the USS Yalta, comes in for Asher. Indaura Ryssan: These inspections... :: takes the cup, sips :: Rhan K'hal: 4 on deck 11. Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: disappears into the lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Leaning back in his chair, he rested his ankle on the opposite knee and glanced between doctors.:: What this is about, Dr. Ryssan, is your suggested appointment to counselor. I reviewed your file and had questions for the both of you. Hakran K'hal: :: whooshes down to deck 7 :: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: In her lab, grumbling about ferrets. :: Rhan K'hal: Message for you sir. :: forwards it to the Captain :: Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: Of course. Hakran K'hal: :: pops into the biology lab :: Who wants to go on a field trip? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Perks up. :: "Wait, you finagled a trip to the planet? How'd you do that?" Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Send it to my console. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I should have expected this. :: sits :: William Chocox: This is going to be a lot of messaging back and forth I fear. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Doing her best to pretend she's not listening in to the message. :: Rhan K'hal: Already there, sir. They changed the indicator light to blue in this latest version of the OS. Hakran K'hal: Our thoughtful Captain's work Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Looks very excited to go do some field work for the first time in a while. :: "What's the weather like down there?" :: She jumps out of her rolling chair and starts filling a messenger bag with science gear. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He laughed at Indaura's response.:: Ah, nothing terrible, Doctor. Doctor Dubois recommended you highly and your credentials qualify you for the position. This is only a formality in my quest to get to know the senior staff. Hakran K'hal: This'll be jungle work so we'll want the light-weight gear. And probably the usual contingent of bitey-insect repellents. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and begins reading over the communiqué:: How lovely. I've been invited to dinner. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the data on his padd :: Indaura Ryssan: I understand. Should I pencil you in then? I will need to replicate a pencil. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: I'm sure that is a difficult task at first, knowing some of have already been together for some time. But as it stands, I believe the Excalibur veterans are in the minority. So I guess we are all on even playing ground. Hakran K'hal: Guess they aren't much into jungle forays, as the information on the area we're going to is pretty thin. Just stuff around the edges. Only nearby city is on an island. Cptn Swain: Aboard the Soltok no less. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Suspicious. She hrms. :: "Really? Do you know her captain?" Rhan K'hal: I suppose you'll have to wear the dress uniform then. Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head to Val:: No but it is the Elasian flagship. It;s apparently just the Captains of the Starfleet vessels, some Elasian officials.... and the Cardassian Minister for Defense. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Muggy, rainy, and lots of insects." :: She switches out of her uniform jacket for the short-sleeve hot weather version. :: "Fortunately, I got the Klingon genes that mean mosquitoes don't like me too much." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded to Maryse and then threw Indaura another glance.:: I don't mind throwing myself in the counselor's capable hands now and then, but I doubt I'm in need of such services just yet. I'm sure there are others on board that are better candidates. Anyhow, I suppose I should just jump in. Hakran K'hal: Since this will be a primarily bio expedition I'll let you pick the rest of the team, but let's keep it light. I'll see if medical wants to send anyone down to look for new natural remedies or to patch us up when the trees start attacking. :: a beat :: Not literally. Irene Mincine: Val> "Sounds like it's gonna be a real party over there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> First, I'd like to make sure that you both are aware of the strain that such a move could put on your department. Dr. Dubois, you'll be down one doctor except in cases of emergency or when Dr. Ryssan's schedule permits her to assist your department. Have you taken this into account? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I wouldn't have suggested her for the position if I wasn't prepared. Hakran K'hal: :: taps in a message and sends it to sickbay, alerting them to the mission and seeing if they want to come out and play :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Maybe... a geologist would be good to take along too?" Hakran K'hal: :: looks amused :: Ensign Valdar looking to get some fresh air? William Chocox: ::looks over reports as his engineers go over the ships:: Indaura Ryssan: This is more a hybrid position than some posts on some vessels. Most have professions purely in counseling roles rather than from time in the sickbay. More of a flex position. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks pretty guilty. :: "I shouldn't have brought it up." Hakran K'hal: From the perspective of building an AT for this mission it was a valid assignment. If you want her... in a professional capacity, bring her. Indaura Ryssan: I hope my atypical approach to counseling won't put people off. Denobulans are pretty open compared to some species, often out of necessity. We live in very close quarters out of need. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs and stands:: Well, I'll have some things to do before dinner. You have the conn, K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smirks at the last line. :: "Right. I do think we should have more than just biology represented. I'll collect some people from other specialties and meet you in the transporter room." Indaura Ryssan: I mean.. having a few creatures in the office will be different for some. Unless they have their own pets. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Rhan K'hal: Aye, sir. Indaura Ryssan: But if you can get the insects to sing...during a session. Hmm Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Yes, I read your file. You have quite an extensive family. Cptn Swain: ::Heads to his ready room:: Hakran K'hal: Good. This is going to be a trial balloon, by the way. You'll be directing the away team. :: waves his padd :: I need to give the new XO an assessment on whether you can lead ATs on your own. Indaura Ryssan: Two husbands, each having two wives.. 23 all together. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> With that concern out of the way, another concern was to ensure that you weren't going to be bogged down with pulling double duty, Dr. Ryssan. Seeing as how you seem prepared to do both, then I suppose I have my answer to that. Hakran K'hal: :: turns :: Transporter room 4, deck 11. Indaura Ryssan: I'm just down the way, though I am not opposed to sessions wherever they need me. Irene Mincine: Val> :: After Swain leaves. :: "Sounds like one hell of a dinner party they've got planned." Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles at the show of confidence from Hakran. :: "I won't let you down." :: She shuffles off to gather up an away team from the other labs. Maryse Dubois: Her counseling duties will take priority, but she is welcome in sickbay if her schedule permits. Hakran K'hal: :: purposefully strides into the corridor and off to get prepared :: Indaura Ryssan: Actually, it's a bit dreadful that I am alone in my quarters... a lot like people are a bit on edge with all of these ships around William Chocox: +Bridge+ Some of our teams have already gotten started on their inspections. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ With all the transporter activity I didn't think they were all heading to an Elasian night club. But good to know. You coming up here to direct the exterior scans or you going to play with the big console in your fancy office? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Finally, as I understand it, counseling is a very different position, though all of the same confidentiality requirements apply. You will be learning more about the crew than just their medical ailments. Are you prepared to endure that level of emotional strain? Indaura Ryssan: I may have my hands full. Like any starship or group that works together, people need a someone to confide in, someone to ride out the unknown with them. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Aw, do you miss me? I can head up there. Rhan K'hal: +Will+ Need someone from engineering up here so I don't have to keep forwarding calls, because once they start having questions, they never stop. Irene Mincine: :: Eventually, Irene shows up at the transporter room accompanied by the geologist Valdar and two other egghead ensigns: another xenobiologist and an exobotanist. :: Indaura Ryssan: I think I'm ready, and I have a patient in mind that may test my limits William Chocox: +Rhan+ Alright, I'll be up there in a moment. Don't want too many questions bothering you. Indaura Ryssan: If only I was Betazoid... I'd have a leg up on all of this. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in TR4 in the regulation Caitian-version of the high-therm expedition jumpsuit - which is pretty much a thin tank top and high shorts - when a Cait says "no sweat" they mean that literally :: Indaura Ryssan: But :: turns to Dubois :: If some infectious disease come along you call me. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Of course. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded, apparently satisfied.:: Very well. I'll approve the position change. If the two of you need anything from me, please don't hesitate to ask. This is a new ship, and while the systems are new and shiny, I know she isn't going to have everything that you need. I'll do what I can. Indaura Ryssan: :: sips her coffee :: Hmm. I should get a coffee machine, non-replicated. Maryse Dubois: Thank you Commander. Indaura Ryssan: Well, the counseling computer :: taps her temple :: is not new. Rhan K'hal: :: Val :: So, how would your appetite be if you were one of a dozen Starfleet CO's squished between a high-falutin' Elasian VIP and a Cardassian defense minister with 400 supposedly former warships visible out the windows? Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Indaura Ryssan: Thanks for stopping by Commander Stanton. William Chocox: ::transfers the monitoring to his PADD before he walks into the TL:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's wearing a short-sleeve uniform jacket and shorts. The rest of the team is dressed a little more conservatively. :: "Shall we?" Hakran K'hal: Looks like medical doesn't want to traipse through the jungle. So I brought the extra medkit. If you're ready, I am. Irene Mincine: Val> "I'd either have zero appetite or make sure that everyone in the room is exactly as wasted as I am, I think." Irene Mincine: Val> "Given our captain..." Indaura Ryssan: :: sips more of her coffee :: Definitely a coffee machine Irene Mincine: Irene> "Gotcha. Come on, science team." :: The eggheads are ready to depart, with Valdar looking the most eager. :: Rhan K'hal: Heh. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded.:: Thank you for your time, Doctors. ::Standing, he tugged his uniform back into place.:: Dr. Dubois, you should have received my medical records by now. I had a standing monthly appointment with our ship's doctor. Let me know when you can schedule me in to start our own. Hakran K'hal: :: steps onto the pad :: They change the design on the floor every time, don't they? :: shakes head :: Cptn Swain: ...AND... Maryse Dubois: I will. William Chocox: ::steps onto the bridge:: Ooh, shiny. Indaura Ryssan: MMm Rhan K'hal: There's a quote for the ages. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 1103.2019 Excalibur is arriving in the Elasian home system, where a fleet of around 400 vessels are being prepared to be escorted to Cardassian space. Several other Federation starships are already in orbit. The Excalibur has been assigned to inspect around 50 ships to assure that Federation weapon and defense systems have been removed in accordance to treaty obligations.
  12. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has completed a rendezvous with the USS Georgetown where they have taken aboard additional supplies and crew before heading towards the Elasian homeworld where they will be joining an escort party for a large number of Elasian vessels that have been sold to the Cardassian government. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM VonDrake: ::in Main Engineering, at his favorite console:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her now furbished office, finishing up an official proposal.:: William Chocox: ::comes into Main Engineering:: How are we doing Ensign Von Drake? Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, sitting his furry butt down at the neighboring console to the one he should be using, out of principle :: Cptn Swain: ::On the Bridge, reading the intelligence report on the Elasians.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::On the bridge, Jalen reviewed the most recent update to the crew manifest, checking the profiles of the newly added crew members, as well as their new security chief.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Knocks on the CMO's door :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene exits a Jeffries tube near her lab. Her hair's tousled and her uniform only partially zipped up. She does a quick look around and zips up her uniform. :: Maryse Dubois: It's open. Hakran K'hal: :: chooses that exact moment to round the bend, on the way to the biology lab to check in :: Indaura Ryssan: Getting settled I see. Irene Mincine: Val> "Can't you get someone from Engineering to switch those chairs around, K'hal?" :: She's at the helm, as always. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: At least for now, until I can get some decent furniture. Have a seat. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow at a footnote on the Intelligence report.:: Rhan K'hal: ::Val:: It's... under review. Indaura Ryssan: :: sits :: So you think I would make a good counselor? Irene Mincine: :: Irene fixes her hair and tries to look as casual as possible when she sees Hak coming. :: "Just coming on duty. Sir. Nothing to report yet. Uh. Sir." :: Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't have offered the position if I didn't. It's the perfectionist in me. :;Smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Jalen:: It does make me uncomfortable that the third party broker is still a mystery. Hopefully it's nothing. Hakran K'hal: ::tweaks his ears at Irene:: I could ask, but I don't think I want to know. What's on your itinerary today? Indaura Ryssan: Well ,now I need to set up my office Irene Mincine: Val> "I hear you're not the only one with no chair. The CMO's got an entire empty office down there." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced up, throwing Swain a glance.:: It's never nothing, at least in my experience. Rhan K'hal: Q-M got her set up a few hours ago. Otherwise she'd probably be up here tapping her foot at me. Cptn Swain: ::Lowly:: Especially with this ship. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Stands up straight. :: "Well, um, we finally found the last of the ferrets from those boxes of genetic knockout mice. Did you know I *hate* ferrets?" Rhan K'hal: ::heard that:: That's usually my line, sir. VonDrake: ::sees William:: Things are well, just going over the data from the level 2 diagnostic on the warp core. Indaura Ryssan: So, who needs the most mental well-being? Hakran K'hal: I do now. Maryse Dubois: It's not entirely official yet. I just finished the proposal to send to Commander Stanton. He has final say since he is in charge of ship's personnel. ::Hovers finger over the send button.:: I just need a final yes from you. William Chocox: How's it looking? Hakran K'hal: ::literally pulls out his padd and makes note:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over, but doesn't indulge the Caitan:; We should receive our assignments for which ships we have to inspect to make sure there's no Federation weapons technology or other prohibited items aboard. Indaura Ryssan: I' Irene Mincine: Val> "Tell the QM to bring me an aspirin dispenser while you're at it." :: She looks at the time on her console and pops a headache pill. :: Cptn Swain: I'll let you decide how to divvy up the teams. Rhan K'hal: ::frowns, wondering about those headaches of hers and how she stays on duty:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "They smell, and they pee everywhere, and they bite. They BITE." :: She shows Hak her hand, covered in little scratches and bite marks. :: "I roped Valdar from geology into helping me find them all in my lab." Indaura Ryssan: I'll do it. It's not like you can't call me in for other things. VonDrake: ::pulls up the summary:: Well, fairly good. It's the "lesser of two evils", you could say...the antimatter injector. It just needs to be recalibrated. It's a 2 hour fix, so we'll probably have to wait until we have some down time. If that doesn't work, we can just replace it. We have spares. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded, looking back to his data padd and those scheduled for the task.:: I noticed that the bulk of it will fall to engineering. I should probably go down and speak with them about it. Commander Hawthorne made me promise to terrorize them once in a while. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: In the interim, it poses no inherent risk to the ship or the core. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: Oh I still expect help in sickbay from time to time. ::Smiles:: But you'll be free to make your own schedule. William Chocox: That's good to hear, keep an eye on it and make sure that it doesn't get worse. Hakran K'hal: You should've suited up properly first. Maryse Dubois: :;Sends the proposal to Stanton, who should be getting it soon.:: Rhan K'hal: Cap, have we ah... figured out how to deal with the female Elasian problem yet? William Chocox: And we'll discuss recalibration when we have enough time to be down that long. VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye sir. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Only a few Elasian women, almost all nobility, actually have the ability to use Elasian tears. Maryse Dubois: And sent. And as far as patients, you're already aware of one. Irene has shown improvements, from the reports I've seen, but she still needs some work. And since you two are already familiar with each other, I think it would work out better than someone she doesn't know. Rhan K'hal: Yes, but if there is anything hinky going on... just being your chief paranoia officer, sir. Irene Mincine: Irene> "This is *with* the Starfleet-issue gloves." :: Valdar, the Trill geologist, pokes her head out of the Jeffries tube at the mention of her name. Seeing Hakran, she disappears back into it, hoping he didn't see her as well. :: Cptn Swain: It turns out its some sort of psychotropic compound that makes an individual highly susceptible to telepathic suggestion. ::Waves a hand:: Though I am more concerned we'll have to deal with their Lord Regent or whatever. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Lord Regent?" Cptn Swain: He's a former Starfleet officer from what I understand. But the Elasians seem to be on the up and up about this, except for the identity of the broker. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Make a note of the problem, I'll see if I can get us upgrades. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Will do. Now, do we have a crate of mice labeled 'ferrets' in the cargo bay?" :: Irene tried her very hardest not to look in the direction of the Jeffries tube. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Seeing Maryse's report hit his task list, he thumbed it open to have a read at her recommendation, lifting a brow at her suggestion. Scrolling through, he pulled up Indaura's file and began to read.:: Wow, that's a lot of husbands and wives. ::Muttering to himself.:: Cptn Swain: It's the closest translation. ::to Val:: The Elasians have an... interesting government, but since the incident a few years ago have adopted a constitutional monarchy. The Lord Regent, however, still has considerable pull in the government and has been serving as the primary contact to the Federation while they move through the process of becoming full-fledged members of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: Anything's possible. U-P is good at building ships, not provisioning them. We had the same problem with the Copernicus. Cptn Swain: He's also one of the richest men in the Quadrant. Indaura Ryssan: I do need to get to know her better... :::thinks :: Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Interesting. Might come in handy to have him on our side." Cptn Swain: And he weirdly shares a name, if not pronunciation, with our Romulan friend. Cptn Swain: Lord Regent Koshic V, House of N'Dak (ehn-Dack). Cptn Swain: His full title is a mouthful. ::Shakes his head:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Yeah. This is my first brand-new ship, so I'm not really used to things... being shiny and new, and also insufficient." VonDrake: ::thinking out loud:: Do you think it's kinda odd that we're...allowing this sale? By we I mean the Federation. I mean, it's essentially an arms deal to a party we've fought 2 wars against. Cptn Swain: You'd think universe would be a little more creative. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Just take it slow. Don't expect to fix everything right away, and you'll do fine. Rhan K'hal: ::hmms:: William Chocox: Those types of decisions are way above my paygrade. I'm just a lowly lieutenant Ensign. Irene Mincine: Valerie> :: Smirks. :: "That's why they pay you the big replicator credits, Cap." Hakran K'hal: Well, we'll get it settled, I'm sure we'll be stopping by a starbase or something of the like after this little hop. William Chocox: And besides, what can we do to stop it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a brief scan of the file, he finally stood and headed for the turbolift, hesitating only a moment as he tried to remember where they were located.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: She whips a pad out of her pocket and hands it over. :: "Yeah. I've drawn up a list of supplies that are missing from the configurable lab that would be nice to have." VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Isn't it part of the treaty? There had to be some sort of agreement there. I'm no expert on it, but it seems like there would be a piece on arms sales. Rhan K'hal: ::sighs audibly, flicks his ears as he's had them rotated backward to maintain the conversation the whole time, then gets up and goes over to the proper operations station:: Cptn Swain: We briefly visited Elasia once, when I was on the Pei Xiu. Lovely place. William Chocox: Possibly, but unless the order is illegal I'm not going to question it that much. Cptn Swain: Though I doubt we'll have much of an opportunity on this visit to sight see. Indaura Ryssan: I'll need profiles on everyone... what a read Hakran K'hal: ::accepts the padd:: This will be interesting to compare with the other departments. We may have all the right parts but in the wrong places. ::pauses:: That must sound horrible in your profession. Cptn Swain: ::Puts down his PADD:: Probably for the best. The sooner we have the inspections done and get the moveable feast moving to Cardassian space the better. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, I hope I have a nice replicator like that in my office. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Haven't been out this way in years, yeah. I think I was on the Dunkirk during the war... nice place, but yeah not much sightseeing going on." Rhan K'hal: Yeah, even if the Elasians are on the up and up, there's no guarantee that someone else is unhappy about this transaction. Maryse Dubois: Hopefully they have the bugs worked out of them. Indaura Ryssan: Oh, Perhaps a nice holo-projection system...so people are comfortable... I'll have to ask engineering Rhan K'hal: Sooner we get them there, the better. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::After a short lift ride, he exited into Main Engineering and paused, completely unfamiliar with the department. He was definitely going to have to brush up on the ship layout.:: Indaura Ryssan: Did my bugs get out again? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Lets out a chuckle. :: "Exobiology can be fun." Maryse Dubois: That might be a good idea. Maryse Dubois: And I hope not. William Chocox: ::looks over at the turbolift and sees the Commander:: (m) Mind your Ps and Qs, XO is down here. (R) Hello Commander! Hakran K'hal: ::gives it a quick once-over:: Greedy. I suppose you might actually need /some/ of these. The rest, I might need to get Rhan to grease a few palms. Cptn Swain: The Klingons aren't exactly thrilled, especially since a number of systems aboard the Elasian ships were purchased from them, and unlike our technology, didn't come with a provision requiring they be stripped before re-sell. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He smiled at Chocox and ventured further into the depths of the ship's powerhouse.:: Ah, Chief Chocox... right? How are things down here? Rhan K'hal: ::shakes head:: Having competent bureaucrats has never been their strong suit. Cptn Swain: And, unhappy, would be a mild way to put the Romulan reaction. Which is to say nothing of the Bajorans. Cptn Swain: But I leave such things in the hands of the diplomats. Indaura Ryssan: Creatures.. I'll have to bring them there. :: a pause :: So, has medical been calibrated? Rhan K'hal: ::grunts:: I suppose this mission will be a good test of the tachyon emitters and sensors. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods:: Surgical suites were the first, in case of emergency. Most of the other systems are finishing up. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Smiles. :: "Thank you, sir. That stuff will come in real handy. We've got the high-end lab equipment but we're missing a couple pieces of basic equipment for some reason." Cptn Swain: True, but I can understand the Cardassians wanting to defend themselves. William Chocox: I think Chief might be the title since I'm Chief Engineer, but the rank is Lieutenant. Whatever, not important, what brings you down here Commander? Cptn Swain: I know it's hard for people to trust them... ::he trailed off, he shouldn't have brought it up.:: Hakran K'hal: ::transfers the list to his own padd and hands the hardware back to Irene:: Irene Mincine: Valerie> "I wonder why." :: Sarcastically. :: VonDrake: ::spies the XO walking in:: Cptn Swain: ::He stood up and headed for the replicator Rhan K'hal: It's a hard balance, sir. We have to learn from history, but we can't forget that nothing is static in this universe. Which is far more philosophical than I want to get before lunch. Cptn Swain: ;; Good work, by the Rhan on that mix up with the cargo bays. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Ah, is it now? Interesting. ::Eyeing Chocox, he glanced back to his data padd and made a few notations.:: So... our upcoming away teams are going to be engineering heavy. We're tasked with inspecting the Elasian ships that were sold to Cardassia to ensure that no Federation tech is aboard. Cptn Swain: It's always something, isn't it Irene Mincine: Irene> "OK, great." :: She hrmed. They were still in front of the Jeffries tube. :: "So, uh, I need to look at my... experiment... in my lab..." Rhan K'hal: ::waves a paw dismissively:: I expected things to go sideways with something along the way. William Chocox: ::blinks at the comment about his rank being interesting:: That makes sense. Do you have teams picked out? Indaura Ryssan: I will leave you to your...work. :: nods then exits :: Hakran K'hal: I believe you do know the way by now. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Would you like to see what I'm working on?" Cptn Swain: Tea, Royal Milk. Hot. Tapioca, and sweetened. Two sugars. Hakran K'hal: Oh, I wouldn't dream of interrupting you until you've settled in for the day. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles and wanders off toward her lab area. :: VonDrake: ::looking away, down at his console, pursing his lips at what the XO said, thinking that the distrust and need for inspection is enough to cancel the deal:: Maryse Dubois: As soon as I hear from the Commander, I'll let you know. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his cup of tea and tastes it lightly before heading to his seat again:: Rhan K'hal: I programmed your preference in, sir. You should just be able to ask for tea from now on. Irene Mincine: Valerie> "Careful with that. I asked for coffee a few hours ago and I got engine degreaser." Cptn Swain: Gunning for a promotion? Hakran K'hal: ::thwacks the Jefferies tube:: You're late, Valdar. ::saunters off to the physical sciences:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> No, I'm leaving that up to you. ::He flicked a finger over his padd.:: I just sent you the order and how many of your team we'll need. We have about forty to fifty that we'll be responsible for inspecting, so you'll be spread a bit thin here. Choose wisely. Rhan K'hal: I do have to make up for being a pain in the tail, sir. Irene Mincine: :: Valdar, the Trill geologist, emerges from the tube. She asks the computer for the time and then runs off toward the geology lab at full speed. :: William Chocox: ::picks up his PADD and looks at the order:: I'll have it done before we get there. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks, and goes back to reading:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances back to his padd.:: Do you have an Ensign Von Drake on shift right now? William Chocox: Yes, he's over at his console. ::points:: Probably the second best engineer we have right now. VonDrake: ::waves:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He squinted at Von Drake, glanced to his padd as he made a quick notation, then nodded.:: Very good. Well, that's all I have for you at the moment. You'll be notified of the inspection schedule as soon as we have it. William Chocox: Thank you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> One last thing, Lieutenant... ::He gave Will a hard stare.:: Are you currently engaged in any sort of dangerous, explosive, or semi-illegal projects in your department? VonDrake: :::eyebrow raise:: William Chocox: Absolutely not. Why would you think to ask that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Ah, no reason. ::He grinned.:: Enjoy the rest of your shift. ::He turned and headed back for the turbolift.:: VonDrake: ::looks at William:: Is there something I should know, sir? William Chocox: (m) Not while he's still in Engineering Ensign. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Whistling merrily all the while.:: VonDrake: ::watches Stanton leave:: You think he found that spot I told you about? William Chocox: I'm not sure, and I'm fairly certain that Commander Hawthorne sold me out. VonDrake: ::chortles:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 1027.2019 The Excalibur has completed a rendezvous with the USS Georgetown where they have taken aboard additional supplies and crew before heading towards the Elasian homeworld where they will be joining an escort party for a large number of Elasian vessels that have been sold to the Cardassian government.
  14. SD 1020.2019 MISSION BRIEF: The gang is (mostly) back together aboard a new, Luna-class Excalibur. The crew has been settling in as final work is wrapping up ahead of our formal launch. Luna-class Bridge:
  15. MISSION BRIEF: The gang is (mostly) back together aboard a new, Luna-class Excalibur. The crew has been settling in as final work is wrapping up ahead of our formal launch. Cptn Swain: https://imgur.com/a/0sfANGw Cptn Swain: ^ Bridge Pic Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is in Engineering waiting for the show to start:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene exits her quarters to go check out her new lab space. Fortunately, scientist bunks and the labs are both on deck 7. :: Rhan K'hal: (( oh oh, we need a navigator, that's what we get for hiring a one-eyed pilot )) William Chocox: This is such a beautiful engine. Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift onto deck 7 and steps out in front of Irene :: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Your one-eyed pilot Val is getting her helm station set up on the bridge. A drydock yellowshirt is just closing a panel and leaving the helm console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits his ready room and onto the bridge, smiling:: Rhan K'hal: :: standing in front of tactical, scowling :: VonDrake: ::in Engineering, familiarizing himself with everything:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene stops short when Hak appears right in front of her! She's wearing her best blue uniform and carrying a small bag of assorted knick-knacks. :: "Come to check out the lab, sir?" William Chocox: How is everything looking to you Ensign Von Drake? Hakran K'hal: Oh, hello Irene. I've already seen them, I'm just coming to see how everyone is making do with their new space. Irene Mincine: Val> "New ship and they can't even get the warp controls to not blink 12.00..." :: She grumbles at her console. :: Cptn Swain: What's our status Mister K'hal? Have we finished bringing aboard our supplies? Rhan K'hal: :: checks his PADD, still scowling :: Very nearly, Captain. Maryse Dubois: ((hiya)) William Chocox: ((Howdy Doc!)) Irene Mincine: Irene> "Aha. I haven't seen my lab yet, actually, that's what I'm doing now. I've got some stuff here to make it feel like home." :: She bounces her bag and heads toward the lab space. :: William Chocox: And has anyone seen that nosy XO of ours around? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Seated in the XO's chair on the bridge, he stood as Swain entered and nodded.:: Captain. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles, follows :: VonDrake: ::looks around:: It's funny. I thought I was getting the hang of things on the old ship. Now I'm learning a new ship Indaura Ryssan: :: Just looking around at all of the new stuff :: VonDrake: ::shakes his head:: Not that I've seen. Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Stanton:: Commander. Everyone but our security chief aboard then? William Chocox: Well, I've only been here two weeks to get used to it. Cptn Swain: ::Pauses:: And the other crew we'll be picking up from the Georgetown? Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the shiny new Sickbay.:: Hmm... Maryse Dubois: ::Starts taking mental notes of things she already wants changed as she looks around.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene finds and enters her shiny new laboratory area, outfitted with the shiniest genetics equipment and biology equipment she's ever seen. She's in heaven. :: "Whoa! I didn't know they even made analyzers with spectrums this powerful..." :: She goes on and on about technical details of her equipment, whether Hak is listening or not. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He nodded again.:: Aye, sir. All crew have reported to the ship. Just waiting on the last shipments to be loaded. Hakran K'hal: :: smirks at one of the assistant biologists :: You know it would've been more fun to leave the lab in generic mode until she showed up. VonDrake: ::motions to the screens:: I did change the contrast of the console screens to match that of the old Excalibur, if you didn't notice. VonDrake: ::wrinkles his nose:: The new screens were giving me headaches Cptn Swain: Good. ::Asher took his seat:: As soon as they're loaded I'd like to get underway. Our first orders are in already. William Chocox: Huh...I like it. And whatever allows you to work at your best. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Setting her bag down and unpacking a few personal things. A metal coffee mug, a small digital clock... :: "Generic mode? Oh, that's right, this is one of those convertible labs, isn't it?" Hakran K'hal: Indeed. I was skeptical at first, but it does indeed seem to work. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Any security concerns? Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the surgical suite.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Stretches out at her seat. She plays with some of the seat controls, getting it perfectly adjusted to her liking. :: "I could get used to sitting in this chair." Maryse Dubois: ::This was more to her liking, so she checks one of the wards.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "What other modes does it have?" :: She unpacks a few more small items. :: "You know, in Old Earth, they had bars like this too. You pull a lever and all the booze disappears when the inspectors come around." Cptn Swain: Hopefully not. ::He took a moment to settle into his new chair before continuing:: Once we rendezvous with Georgetown, we'll set course for Elasia. We'll be joining the small force escorting the vessels they're selling to the Cardassians to Cardassian space. Hakran K'hal: We still have labs on deck 8 & 10, but those are shared, large-scale inspection chambers. Rhan K'hal: :: to Val :: At least you have one, some moron in design decided to take it away from tactical again, meaning the first fire-fight we're in they'll have to wear magboots to avoid going flying the first time we get hit. Maryse Dubois: ::Checks out her office next, already thinking of possibilities.:: VonDrake: ::moves over to a different console:: The final diagnostics have been completed. Everything looks ready to go. The report is ready to be sent to OPS. Hakran K'hal: As for the type, it can get as focused as molecular microbiology, to pick one from your field. William Chocox: Send it. Cptn Swain: Should give us plenty of time to run system tests. ::He glanced over:: And security drills. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Laughs at Rhan's misfortune. :: "Maybe you can steal a dentist's chair from sickbay and bolt it to the bridge." VonDrake: ::sends the report up to OPS:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He grinned, having already planned several.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "I'm impressed. Better than the cramped labs on the old Excalibur. I guess that's what happens when you're not aboard what Starfleet considers a tactical cruiser." Rhan K'hal: :: receives the report on his padd, gives it a speed-read before forwarding it on to Stanton :: Engineering reports diagnostics nominal. Maryse Dubois: ::Once done, she heads out, noticing one other office. If was the counselor's office, which was complete dark and empty. She frowned as she glanced around.:: Looks like I'm going to have to find a new one. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs as she leaves, heading for the TL.:: VonDrake: ::looks back to the CENG:: All the appropriate shakedown tests and diagnostics are scheduled at appropriate intervals. Hakran K'hal: Yes, this one is actually meant to explore, among other things. So "other things" is what they gave us. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The cargo bays signal that all materials have been brought aboard. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking at her desk :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Thank you, Lieutenant... K'hal, is it? Didn't I see another K'hal on the roster? Irene Mincine: Irene> "I can't wait to put these labs to use. It'll be nice to do research again on things other than Horta poop, or time travel, or..." Rhan K'hal: :: grunts, checks the next beep on his padd :: We've finally got all our shopping loaded into the trunk. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.:: Oy...It's even brighter up here. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Maryse :: Every new class they try something new, don't they? Cptn Swain: Good. Signal all decks to ready for departure. Hakran K'hal: Well, you'll have your chance shortly. Once we're underway. I ordered you some specimens to give the equipment its first workout. Rhan K'hal: Aye. Maryse Dubois: Indeed it does. Maybe they can turn the lens flares down. ::Walks over to Rhan, but then frowns when she realizes her usual console is on the other side of the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: Val> "I think it's kinda dark, actually." :: She shrugs and taps her console. :: "Helm is ready, all flight modes available." Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ All decks prepare for departure. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Ooh, nice!" :: She's practically bouncing like a certain Romulan. :: "What's first on the agenda?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> Station gives clearance to leave. Hakran K'hal: Plus some rocks for the planetary scientists. I'm sure Rhan's people will love delivering those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Glances up from his data padd at the doctor's entrance, then checks the roster again, trying to put names to faces.:: VonDrake: :::moves back to his primary console for departure:: Rhan K'hal: We are cleared for departure. Hakran K'hal: :: hands Irene a PADD :: You're the bioboss. William Chocox: ::perks up when he hears that:: You heard the ship wide folks! We're getting this tub out into space! ::goes to his own console to get ready:: Cptn Swain: Clear all moorings. Rhan K'hal: :: tap tap :: All moorings cleared, ship is clear to maneuver. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Take us out Commander. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: She reads over the PADD. :: "Slime mold excretion analysis? You're joking, right?" Hakran K'hal: :: flicks an ear at the ship-wide, then grins over at Irene :: Actually, yes. Swipe to the next page. Maryse Dubois: ::Watches everything from the upper part of the bridge, near Rhan.:: This is the part that everyone likes, right? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Turns around to face the captain and commander expectantly. :: Rhan K'hal: For some reason. It's like getting excited about putting a ground unit into drive. Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs with a smile.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hmphs and opens the next page. :: "That's better. And it involves mice instead of slime!" Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching from her office :: Hakran K'hal: And these should manage to live through it, unless the equipment is faulty. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Lifting a brow, he merely nodded and looked to helm:: Set course for Elasia. Standard warp. William Chocox: ::smiles as he hears the warp core warm up:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: Grins and turns back to her console. Hey, it wasn't a fighter, but at least she was flying something! tap tap tap :: "Aye, course locked in for Elasia, warp 6." Hakran K'hal: :: cargo handlers show up at the doors with crates of white mice that are not from an alternate dimension :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> We get some really great glory shot CGI of the Excalibur leaving dry dock complete with music. VonDrake: ::monitoring it all as things started kicking on and humming:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Engage. ::Doesn't do the little two finger hand movement, though.:: Irene Mincine: Irene> "Well, we'll find out pretty quickly. Might be a little messy, though..." Hakran K'hal: Which is my cue to go check on the space scientists. They get to scan Uranus. Irene Mincine: Val> :: Tap tap tap, fancy beeping noises :: "Aye." :: She presses the big ol' 'go to warp' button on the console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles as they leap to warp:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps down to the Command level once they were done.:: I hope you two are enjoying your new toy? Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Hmphs. :: "Is that the joke page or the real page?" Cptn Swain: ::Grins at Maryse:: She is nice. William Chocox: Whoo! That's the noise I love to hear! Hakran K'hal: Oh, that's the real page. :: fierce grin as he disappears through the doors into the corridor :: VonDrake: :::monitors the transition into warp:: Cptn Swain: Though I am looking forward to the seeing Georgetown one last time. She was the first ship I ever served aboard. Rhan K'hal: :: holsters his padd and uses the consoles since he has a lot of things to monitor :: Maryse Dubois: That's good. I can't complain on my end either, though we are short on key staff. A counselor to be more specific. ::Nods.:: Ah, a little reminiscent? Irene Mincine: Irene> "Have fun." :: As he leaves. Irene is alone in her lab, feeling right at home. :: Cptn Swain: They're decommissioning her, along with a lot of the other remaining Excelsiors. Irene Mincine: Val> "Readings are nominal. Looks like our first trip to warp's a success." :: Relaxes in her seat. :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads down a few doors into "his" lab, though it's still Kenet's territory technically, as the Bajoran woman made the jump with him :: So, how does Uranus look? Rhan K'hal: System resource usage is nominal. Maryse Dubois: I'm sure they've earned it. Considering that line has been around for quite a while. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: glares at Hak :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::He glanced to Swain briefly, then to Maryse.:: Doctor Dubois. Do you have any recommendations for a counselor? I have several applicants for you to review. Irene Mincine: Irene> :: Irene's having fun performing some kind of experiment involving lots of white mice, it seems. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> One of the new operations crew messages Rhan to inform him there's been some sort of mix up in the cargo bay. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Stanton.:: I do actually, but with your permission, I would like to try looking "in house" first, so to speak. That is if she is willing. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns, opens audio communication :: +Callahan+ What sort of mix up, Mr. Callahan? Cptn Swain: ::Swain made a gesturing signaling his deference. :: VonDrake: ::looking over the data:: The jump to warp was clean, sir. There is room for some optimization, the pressure in the dilithium chamber is about .0001 millibars off optimum. Slows the engagement process by about .00125 seconds. It's nothing critical or that can't be worked next time we're idle. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Of course. That's your prerogative. If you need assistance, let me know. I'll forward you the other candidates anyhow. Your choice will need to be cleared first before we can reassign. William Chocox: Very good. Do you think this is something that will get worse with time? Irene Mincine: Val> :: Proudly makes a note in her log that the course she plotted is 3% more efficient than the finest computer Starfleet can build. :: Maryse Dubois: Understood. ::Heads back up to the upper level.:: Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go break the bad news. :;Smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances around to make sure he knew where the replicator was and heads over:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Maryse as she goes:: Maryse Dubois: :;Waves to Rhan as she gets back onto the lift.:: Rhan K'hal: :: gives a distracted wave back as he listens to the halting explanation :: Cptn Swain: Tea, Oolong. Hot. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the work, noting the enhanced multi-spectral resolutions :: Excellent. Stick closely to the schedule, Izal. We know what the Captain expects, but the XO strikes me as task-master and I'd prefer to start off on a good footing. Cptn Swain: ::Sniffs the tea, and then cautiously takes a drink:: Cptn Swain: Still not as good as the real thing. But not bad. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps back into Sickbay, searching.:: Indaura Ryssan: (I give tonight) Maryse Dubois: Now where is she? Rhan K'hal: +Callahan+ :: nearly growling :: Unless you'd like to put on a space suit and drag it out of the bay doors into the *other* bay while we're at warp, I'd suggest you come up with a solution as to how to stow them in their proper places and execute it within 3 hours. Rhan K'hal: +C+ K'hal, OUT. Indaura Ryssan: :: Not used to such new equipment :: Cptn Swain: What's our ETA to rendezvous with the Georgetown? Maryse Dubois: :;Enter's the doctor's office.:: Ah there you are. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: waves a dismissive hand :: We could do this blindfolded. VonDrake: ::purses lips:: Possibly, if it is a problem with one of the antimatter injection seals, the pressure could compound with each jump. If it is the injection system, then it might stay pretty static. We'll need to run a Level 4 diagnostic to find out. Irene Mincine: Val> "At warp 6, 16 hours, captain." Hakran K'hal: Just don't tell HIM that. Maryse Dubois: Dr. Ryssan, can you meet me in what is supposed to be my office? ::grins.:: William Chocox: Can you do the diagnostic at warp? Hakran K'hal: :: heads out to go check on the planetary scientists and their selection of rocks :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to her office and sits on the desk, since there is no furniture.:: Indaura Ryssan: Sure thing Doctor. :: goes to her office :: Rhan K'hal: :: resumes monitoring systems while simultaneously using benchmarking subroutines to test the computer under "duress" while operating at warp :: Indaura Ryssan: No chair? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good. I'll be in my ready room. Commander, I'd like a senior staff meeting at 1400 to discuss our orders, as well as the latest from Intelligence. Maryse Dubois: Sorry I seem to be lacking chairs, so just relax if you can. Cptn Swain: You have the conn. VonDrake: ::shakes his head:: Not a Level 4. I would need the system offline for at least 2 hours... I might be able to run a Level 2 diagnostic right at the next point we go to warp, it might be able to pinpoint the inefficiency that way. Maryse Dubois: Sooo....::Rests her hands in her lap.:: How would you like your own office? Indaura Ryssan: :: Leans against a wall :": Maryse Dubois: And I mean big office, not one you share with other doctors. William Chocox: Please, because I don't think we have time to take the system offline for that long. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> Aye, sir. ::Curt nod.:: Irene Mincine: Val> :: When underway, Val is focused intently on the helm, even if she doesn't have much to do at warp. She's deadly serious here. :: Indaura Ryssan: Oh.. Who's place was I in? Guess I thought I ran the place Indaura Ryssan: Quiet would be great with filing paperwork VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye sir. ::walks over to the diagnostic console and sets up a Level 2 diagnostic to trigger during the next warp cycle:: Indaura Ryssan: This has the room? Maryse Dubois: Well...don't give me an answer just yet, but we are short a ship's counselor. And I happen to think you would be great for the job. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks through results using both paws, eyes flicking from right to left as he goes into hyper-Rhan mode, all without extra coffee :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits into his new ready room.:: William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. William Chocox: So...have you found any good hiding places to keep secret projects away from the Commander's prying eyes? Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: satisfied with his people's performance, has a chance to gripe, muttering as he leaves the planetary sciences group :: What idiot decided that putting my office on deck 9 was a good idea? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cdr Jalen Stanton> ::Thumbing through security footage of engineering:: VonDrake: ::eyebrows raise:: Well... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM